Podcasts about Velour

Today Daisy is joined by UK pole dancer and instructor Kitty Velour to talk about her journey from the Tumblr era to teaching sensual movement worldwide. Kitty shares the differences between UK and US strip clubs, the unique culture of strip pubs, and the challenges of censorship and financial security in the industry. We also discuss her online platform, upcoming shows, and navigating health struggles as a performer. Don't miss this insight into the world of dance, sex work, and resilience. Subscribe and leave a review!Follow KItty @kitty_velourFollow Daisy @daisyducatiFollow AM @amdavies_Support heauxprahs everywhere on yesastripper.comProduced by Makenzie Mizell | Period.

Joined by none other than lyrical masters, S.E.L (Suckers Envy Legends) and The Marvelous One, Juliani, we discuss where it all began, HipHop talk, MOB films, Elons wildin out moment and much more. 

In the first episode of 2025, the trio dives into an action-packed discussion. Trivelle and EverythingOShauN give DJXP a detailed synopsis of Billy Bob Thornton's Land Man, sharing their thoughts on the show and its highlights. The conversation then shifts to wild simping stories the group has witnessed, Donald Trump's shocking plans for his second term, and Beyoncé's delayed 2025 announcement amid rumors of a potential rock album. This sparks a heartfelt tribute to iconic rock music moments and the genre's rich musicality from the '90s. DJXP shares insights from CNN's Luther Vandross documentary, which leads to the trio diving into Luther's background vocal work and his dedication to perfection. This sparks a debate on how music creation and curation have shifted away from being artist-driven to becoming more consumer-driven. The group then hilariously breaks down the third Ball brother's Billboard smash hit, “I Might Swerve Bend That Corner Woah.” They speculate on Justin Bieber's potential return to music, analyzing his recent social media moves, while giving legendary producer Darkchild his flowers. A brief but fiery discussion follows on white artists who have managed to “win both sides” of cultural acceptance. The trio also explores Vybz Kartel's creative process for recording his massive hit “Fever,” as revealed in his recent interviews with Billboard and other outlets. The cast then tries (and struggles) to explain Robbie Williams—of Better Man fame—to DJXP, leading to a passionate discussion about the evolution of singers' subject matter over time. Rounding out the episode, the trio delves into the rumored secret beef between T-Pain and DJ Khaled (via Future), posing the ultimate question: Who would win in a Verzuz battle—T-Pain or Future? The show wraps up with a spicy take on the Joy Taylor spectacle currently rocking the sports world.

John got a little jealous when he found out his brother-in-law bought a velour tracksuit to wear on Thanksgiving, so he got one for himself. What started off as a joke is now a very serious family tradition! We called Butch this morning to talk about his and John's new love of velour.

We're back with another juicy episode of Millennial TeaV! This week, hosts Candace, Liz, and Adrienne recap Laguna Beach Season 3, episode 10, “It's, Like, Breakup Season.” Join us as we dive into the drama surrounding Rocky and Alex's relationship, the awkward bonfire vibes, and some truly questionable fashion choices.(00:01:00) Catching Up About Halloween(00:11:53) Episode Discussion Begins (00:24:55) A Velour Jumpsuit on the Beach (00:34:44) Breakups at the Bonfire(00:47:20) Favorite Outfits and MomentsInstagram: @millennialteavFacebook: Millennial TeaV podcastTiktok: @millennialteavpodcastE-mail: millennialteav@gmail.comReddit: millennialteavpodcast YouTube: www.youtube.com/@MillennialTeaVPodcast

This week I am joined by local filmmaker, producer and all around great guy MARIO DEANGELIS to discuss FILMQUEST - the amazing local film festival coming to VELOUR in PROVO, UT October 24th - November 2nd!We discuss the festivals origins, the local film festival scene, and the project that Mario will be showcasing at the fest this year!Tickets for FILMQUEST: http://www.filmquestfest.com/Subscribe today!Sign up for Zencaster TODAY! https://zen.ai/Ax2lLiOypAMyn_rp4eoKemgLq-YYFcUzPdCT19xZh1EOFFER CODES: cultworthyVisit thecultworthy.comCultworthy LETTERBOXD: https://boxd.it/31EOb

The guys discuss seeing J. Manly as a girl dad, hunting down sean john velour sweatsuits, long-term effects of donating sperm, the truth behind plasma banks, not wanting to have too much jewelry & more! Tune into TBGP on YouTube, @RatchetStudios! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tbgp/support

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We would hang for hours from a fly line to see this show. On the Annie to Endgame difficulty scale, this play is about as hard as La Cage Aux Folles. By Sasha Velour and Moisés Kaufman Directed by Moisés Kaufman A Co-Production With Tectonic Theater Project Radical. Magical. Unforgettable. Created by groundbreaking drag artist Sasha Velour (Smoke & Mirrors, NightGowns, The Big Reveal Live Show) and legendary theatre artist Moisés Kaufman (Here There Are Blueberries, The Laramie Project), Velour: A Drag Spectacular is a sweeping, coming-of-age tale interwoven with the radical history of drag and queer expression. Inspired by Velour's origin story as a small-town, genderfluid child turned globally-renowned drag superstar, the show unfolds through a dazzling blend of innovative projection mapping, video animation, awe-inspiring lip-sync performances, and bold personal storytelling. Known for her emotional and shocking performance art, Velour harnesses the power of drag spectacle to reveal her deepest fears (and joys) and puts them on display to immerse the audience in queer fantasia. From the often confusing yet joyous search for belonging, to the deep wells of grief that catapult us to face our inner truths, Velour: A Drag Spectacular is a tour de force, rich with humanity, beauty, and above all else – DRAG.

Eva Oh sits down with Cherry Velour to talk torture porn, discovering fear, creating consensual non consent scenes, the challenge of sensual pleasure, the torture of the patriarchy, submission as a symptom, shattering the ego - and an impressive number of other points that they manage to squeeze into an hour of the #teakink Podcast. Watch on YouTube: https://youtube.com/evaoh More on Eva Oh: https://eva-oh.com HIGHLIGHTS: Here are the timestamps for the episode. On some podcast players you should be able to click the timestamp to jump to that time. (00:00) - Welcome. What is #teakink (00:21) - Meet Cherry Velour (00:30) - Cherry's Torture Porn (03:20) - What is the Sound of Torture? (06:20) - Can a Desire for Torture Meet Reality (07:50) - Discovering Fear (10:00) - Creating Consensual Non Consent Scenes (12:15) - Why is Fear Interesting (13:40) - Maggots and Cold Bodies of Water (15:38) - The Challenge of Sensual Sexual Pleasure (21:03) - The Desire for a 24/7 Power Dynamic (23:20) - The Torture of the Patriarchy (26:00) - Too Few Perverts in Denmark? (27.50) - The UK, A Country of Bottoms and Subs? (31:00) - Submission as a Symptom (32:55) - A Special Breed of Dominant (35:30) - The Benefits of Being Thoughtful About Kink (39:50) - Shattering the Ego (44:30) - What's next for Cherry Velour?

In this episode of the Rich Mind Podcast, host Randy Wilson interviews Brad Warren, a land banking consultant, about the investment potential of land banking. Land banking involves strategically buying land in the path of growth and holding onto it until it becomes valuable. Brad shares his personal journey of transitioning from a coaching career to becoming a land banking consultant. He emphasizes the importance of having a vision for the potential of the land and being patient for returns. Brad also highlights the expertise and support provided by Velour, the land banking company he works with. In this conversation, Brad Warren explains the process of investing in land banking from beginning to end. He discusses the initial contact through email, the Zoom meetings to gather information and answer questions, and the educational resources provided to potential investors. Brad also explains the steps of purchasing land, including the deposit, escrow, and closing. He emphasizes the low property taxes and the potential for significant returns on investment. Brad also mentions the option of using a 1031 exchange to defer capital gains taxes and the possibility of investing with others through partnerships or syndications. _____________________ Takeaways Land banking involves buying land strategically in the path of growth and holding onto it until it becomes valuable. Having a vision for the potential of the land is crucial in land banking. Investors in land banking need to be patient and wait for returns, which can take seven to ten years on average. Working with a reputable land banking company, such as Velour, provides expertise and support throughout the investment process. The process of investing in land banking involves initial contact through email, followed by Zoom meetings to gather information and answer questions. Investors are provided with educational resources, including presentations and property profiles, to help them make informed decisions. The steps of purchasing land include the deposit, escrow, and closing, with the investor receiving the deed and becoming the owner of the land. Property taxes on land are typically low, thanks to Proposition 13, and only increase by a maximum of 2% per year. Investors can also consider using a 1031 exchange to defer capital gains taxes and explore partnerships or syndications to invest with others. Referrals are rewarded with a 2% finder's fee based on the gross sales price of the property. ____________________ To learn more about Land Banking and to request the educational video mentioned in the episode, email Brad directly at brad@bradwarren.com And don't forget to mention you heard about this awesome opportunity on The Rich Mind Podcast ____________________ Ready to build a Powerful Personal Brand that stands out in the marketplace? If so head over to https://randywilsononline.com to learn more If you have any questions about anything discussed on today's episode, feel free to email me at randy@randywilsononline.com and I'll get back to you as soon as possible I'd Love to stay connected with you on Social Media…Please check out the following links to follow and connect with me on the platform of your choice YouTube Instagram LinkedIn RandyWilsonOnline.com Join the Rich Mind Community here    

Sasha Velour won RuPaul's Drag Race with her spectacular rose-petal lip sync. She wrote and illustrated The Big Reveal: An Illustrated Manifesto of Drag, drew a New Yorker cover, and sells out almost every show of her New York revue, NightGowns. So why is she taking her act down to Murfreesboro, Tennessee, and Bartlesville, Oklahoma? We talk to Velour about this season of her HBO reality show, We're Here. At a moment when drag is both beloved and reviled, a powerful cultural force and a target, we ask Velour what exactly she's looking for in those places, and what essential truth about drag is hidden in the show's title. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Amy's spontaneity can be methodical in casting spells.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Roughly forcing Jerry's head to look away, I fondled his nuts rolling them around in my fingers. "Any recent sexual activity?" When no response was forth coming, I gently cupped his testicles to prompt a reply, I questioned, "Your cock is blocked, but fellatio, cunnilingus, anal penetration are possible." Turning aside Jerry's protest, I noted, "these are prescribed questions."Jerry's response reached into the alto range. Adding "You should know," to his denial drew a squeeze."Nocturnal emissions?" I asked.Jerry smirked, "No."As I felt along Jerry's hairless pubes, I reminded him that to schedule an appointment for depilation in a month or two. I held the penis in my hand and noted that he was circumcised. Looking down at my notebook, I asked, "age at circumcision?""Y'know that it's ritually performed often on newborn males," Jerry replied, "I never got asked these questions here before.""I'm just completing information required for your chart," I remarked impersonally as I announced the entry, "Age uncertain."Feeling along the underside of the shaft from the head of the penis to its root, I feigned marveling, "The poker glows but the coals," I jiggled his nuts curled up against the body, "retreat into the cauldron."Reaching under the scrotum, I tickled his perineum, the ridge of skin which leads to the asshole. When Jerry started to sway and to murmur for more I abruptly, I broke off contact and ordered Jerry into the showers. He turned to me with a look of expectation, "The news?" Jerry folded his hands as if in prayer as he pled for reassurance."Good, I expect, now the shower," I whacked his rear as he passed me.When necessary, the Gemini, the irascible twin, can be brutally cold-blooded in dealing with an intimate and unspeakably forward in dealing with a person newly introduced.The trip to the shower when I first met my mate in my apartment also began with a whack. Fingering Jerry's Marine Corp tattoo, I murmured my admiration for his upper body physique. Jerry interrupted my doting by reminding me that he'd like to take a shower and needed to borrow soap. "You can eh, continue your examination in the shower...""I'll take that as an invitation," I exclaimed as I whipped his towel off. "I see," taking note of his building erection, I declared to Jerry, face aghast, "you like what you see.""You as well?" Jerry replied in a voice which quivered with shock.Starting to walk away with a harrumph to the shower swinging my hips with great exaggeration, I observed an unvoiced word clinging to his open mouth, `What.' Concealing my glee at Jerry's discomfort, I tossed Jerry's towel toward the bath. "You won't need this towel just yet." To Jerry's open mouthed, unspoked protest, I replied, "I have one bar of soap left. Are you joining me?" I dragged Jerry to my shower pulling him along by his penis. I marveled at its burgeoning length and growing rigidity.A Gemini moves in two directions at once. Genteel and tart, sweet and smart at the same time, like the natural actress, she can switch between roles in an instant. Positioning Jerry under a spigot in the male donor's communal shower at the clinic, I began soaping his back. "Skin silky smooth as a newborn." I complimented him on the depilation, removal of body hair, which accompanies installation of the cock blocker at the clinic."Now that you bring that up.." Jerry started to inquire about the wealthy doctor's choice of Surrogate."We're on camera," I, crushing my breasts into the rock-solid muscles of his back, tiptoed to softly whisper in his ear. Sharply changing my tone, "Arms out," I barked. My command rang off the tiled walls.A Gemini can ponder for hours over an insignificant matter and then make a snap life changing judgement. I had made my decision before I started marching Jerry to my shower. Jerry was mine."Do you," Jerry, stretching the elastic band of my thong, asked when he reached the smoked glass shower doors, "need these in there?"Swaying as I massaged his erect penis, I wondered aloud, "You seem to like me, but I don't know. I come at a high price.""Are you a ugh, a whore?" Jerry stumbled."No, I can fuck like a whore promised a bonus, but as faithful as true love," I replied stretching his poker, "I am a witch who has cast her spell. My price is higher than the classiest call girl. "By design, these," my fingers cupped his nut sack, "become mine. You keep or lose the twain, as I ordain." I deliberately used inflated language. Jerry's mouth opened agape as I released his genitalia raised my arms and twisted my body, seductively daring him in a whisper, "Seal the witch's pact, strip my thong off, with a yank."I could smell his scent rising. Had I come on too strong? Would Jerry run away?A Gemini can be a bitch and an angel, at the same time. Certainly, at the clinic Jerry was spell-bound by the prospect of money. Would he ever realize that the bullying and rough handling in the male donor's shower was for his own good. "Spread your legs. Bend over. Crack me a smile. Will you luv?"I started to drip oily soap along the base of his spine watching it slowly drip into his crack between his hairless ass cheeks, reddened with anxious anticipation. "Somehow, Sugar, sleek and smooth legs do not fit the male body." I quipped as I whacked his butt.In my shower, Jerry's face reddened not with shame but with a surge of testosterone. He reached for my elastic band of my thong, but only snapped it. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I swayed my hips as I joked, "are you trying to play romantic tune on my waist band?"I finally goaded him past the point of no return. With a sweep of his powerful hands my thong was gone. I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me into the shower.In the donor's shower at fertility clinic, I had thought of dousing Jerry with cold water, but that might break whatever power my spell still held. I had to be more clever. I want to harness the current and convert it to my own purposes. Instead, watching oily soap drip into his crack, I advised him that the ointment may feel cold at first but will warm as I work it in. As I wormed my nimble fingers past Jerry's sphincter muscles, I noted dryly, "a woman's long narrow fingers make female doctors better able to conduct proctological exams."Aroused Jerry turned to me fully erect. Feeling his pulsating penis, I passed the impassive comment, "Mr. Warbler, as you see a rectal exam has certain noticeable side effects." Jerry was breathing hard. His face was flush. Would he push me to the ground, rip my thong off, bind my hands, and take me from behind--his favorite position? We looked at each other panting. Would this be our moment?My magic was there, but not strong enough to overpower the lure of financial reward. Turning away, Jerry told me to towel him down. "I need to get to the hitching post to leave my deposit.In the shower in my apartment, when I first met Jerry, I, finding myself back on my feet, released the spigot. Turning to the spray, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to moisten my lips. Jerry's feet nudged mine further apart. With one muscular arm to force me, bent over at the waist, Jerry used his other hand to guide his penis to an insertion. I gasped as his projectile glided deep inside. Jerry's poem went, "Arms grappling, legs straddling , pike portending, connection pending."With hands gripping my hips, Jerry suddenly expanded by at least an inch. Reaching his maximum extent, Jerry exploded inside me. My vaginal muscles twitched trying to keep Jerry burrowed deep inside. It was a moment I wanted to last forever. Nonetheless, Jerry's crashing rocket simply sputtered and slipped out of my socket.Leaving me face down on the floor of the shower, Jerry retrieved a towel. Covering my shoulders, Jerry whispered, "First time?""With a, ugh, a, ugh, real man," came my carefully thought out response. Reflecting on that comment years later in the fertility clinic, I, slinging a bath towel over my shoulder, readied to towel down Jerry. I chuckled to myself, real man, a double-meaning is given as a compliment. A Gemini, the twin, is pulled in two directions at the same time, in sexual preferences to women as well as men. Right after inviting Jerry down to the clinic, I found myself naked rubbing vaginal lips with a patient bringing her to orgasm for injection of seminal fluid.Dropping to my kneeling before Jerry, I remarked offhand about the state of erection, "Not fully erect. The projectile hasn't yet jutted out horizontal. A little rub-a-dub-dub will change that," I giggled as I readied to towel dry Jerry's body from the toes up. "The clinic assumes that showering," I assumed a conversational tone, "will deflate the swelling initiated by removal of the cock blocker and the genital examination. The towel girl's hands-on drying of the donor's body will reignite the natural process of arousal."Working my way up to his inner thighs, I motioned for Jerry to spread his legs to allow me to blot dry his groin. "Actually, it resulted in a competition between the shower sirens in black thongs against the towel valets in white two pieces for tip money." I lifted Jerry's penis to dab his scrotum.As the reach of my hands ran across his muscular chest, Jerry threw his head back and closed his eyes. My slow and methodical rub down palpated the armor plating of Jerry's pectoral muscles. Holding his head high and scrunching his eyes shut, Jerry demonstrated an iron discipline over his physical response to my impersonalized but intense pampering.In our home life prior to my consideration for Surrogacy, Jerry was never shy and rarely restrained. He usually wrestled me to the ground, secured my hands with my bra, stuffed my panties in my mouth and took me doggy style. How much longer could such a person maintain the discipline? How much more could any man take much less a "real man" like Jerry?Could I endure much more? To ease tension, I declared, "Though first timers can shoot their wad during the intake, the financial reward of a controlled emission at a hitching post seems to be the right magic which inspires restraint."As I lay huddled, curled up on the floor of my shower, a towel partly covering my back, my bare ass jutting out, Jerry leaned over me. "Are you OK? I tried to hide my satisfaction. He was guilty, Just about now, I figured, he'd fear I cry rape.Reaching out to Jerry with an extended hand, I, hiding my face from him, pleaded, "Help me to my feet; dry me; get me to bed. Will you?"Grunting with exaggeration, "up," Jerry yanked me to my feet. Roughly running a bath towel through my hair, Jerry lashed the towel around his fists before he rubbed my neck. When Jerry startled pummeling my breasts with his terry-cloth covered fist, I wondered if he intended to use the wet towel as a whip to flog my ass.My fears of a thrashing were unwarranted. Instead ordering me to spread my legs, Jerry threaded the towel between my legs and started rubbing the towel against my vaginal lips and my crack. "Hang on," Jerry ordered, "I hope this towel is strong enough. You're going for a ride to your bed."In the Fertility Clinic, I had thought of having Jerry towel me down, but looking at the state of his erection, I determined that to be too much temptation. Even a large bath towel draped around my body after I removed my wet thong, left most of my ass open to view. I looked up at the security camera with a wink and a smile. "You'll get a good show," I promised.Security people didn't mind helping me trying to find good pictures of myself. I had intended to assemble images of myself undressing in the locker, walking nude to the shower, showering, and submitting to practice with the sperminator, returning to the locker nude along the catwalk, and dressing in my risqué Crop Top and low cut shorts to go home. Explaining my script of the fantasy drew a comment from the guard, "A nice stimulant for a quiet night shift."As Jerry and I prepared to leave the shower in the clinic, Jerry, shaking his head gravely doubted needing, "much stim. I'll come as soon as you link me to the hitching post."When I led Jerry down the ramp into the subterranean level where the new the solarium and sauna had been installed, I advised Jerry, "Deem yourself honored. You are first to use this new amenity."In my bedroom, I held onto Jerry so tightly our lips locked as he carried me on the towel to my bed. Riding atop the towel rubbing into my vagina and crack, I felt the tectonic shock waves of an intense orgasm approaching.Suddenly we crashed onto the bed. Jerry lay on the bed next to me. I seized the opportunity. In a flash I rolled over and landed on top, straddling Jerry. Feeling along Jerry's shaft sticky with his sap and my lubricants, pulsating with a new erection, I declared, "I ought to tuck this in before it dissipates.""Tuck for a fuck," Jerry grunted as I lowered my body onto his pulsating member. "Ah," I expressed my satisfaction as Jerry's probe explored my depths. My vaginal muscles clamped down squeezing his projectile forcing it to elongate inside me. As soon as I drew him in up to the root of his penis, I began slowly at first lifting my body until the head of Jerry's penis was teased barely in contact, then off, crashing down swallowing the length of his penis inside.Raising my arms, I yelled, "Ride em cow girl." With each undulation, I increased the speed. As he was about to cum, Jerry grabbed my hips and tried to hold them to avoid slipping out. But I was in control. I timed my oscillations so that when Jerry went into his final surge his penetration barely crested my vagina lips. "Damn," I thought aloud, as Jerry's sap drained onto his belly, "I just washed the sheets."Entering the Fertility Clinic's solarium with Jerry, I commented, "the smoky blue lighting shooting up from fixtures along the floor reflecting off the glass walls give this room a spooky feeling at night."Looking around, Jerry asked, "Are you sure we should be in here?"To Jerry's witty remark that sun porches were not generally intended for night use, I chuckled in disbelief, "If the Clinic can sell training films, human breast milk and man-sap and rent women's bodies for Surrogacy, it will market anything that can be produced on premises." Pointing to the mat on the floor, I told Jerry to lie and to don an electronic visor. "I know you prefer to fantasize doing the animalistic doggy-styled hitching post, but I'd like to watch you christen the solarium in the passive cowgirl style. Beside that attachment was easier for me to drag in here."You know," Jerry reminded me, "Female riding atop subordinates me."Despite the protest, financial reward or the hope of it was powerful magic. Obediently dropping to the floor, Jerry lay supine. As I assisted him placing the visor on his head, Jerry asked about the news. "After you make the deposit," I promised."Hurry," Jerry pleaded."Patience," I reminded Jerry.Reviewing scores of recordings for selections of security camera segments for inclusion in my fantasy overtaxed my patience far beyond what I expected. Other than the stock training films, I realized it'd be easier to stage other scenes.My conspirator in security suggested that I'd be able to indulge in a bust of creativity by creating a film rather than trawling through archives: "You arrive in one of your new revealing outfits. I prefer the black cropped top and matching mesh Minnie skirt with black net stockings. Hips swinging, you present full-frontal nudity sashaying on the catwalk to the shower where you furiously masturbate under the spray. After a provocative toweling, we throw in the training film sequence. Give'em a good wiggle with a rear view as you shake that booty down the catwalk to leave. Title it a `Tough Day at the Office.'""`A Tough Day at the Office,' indeed," I exclaimed, "might take more than a few seconds to produce.""A labor of love," my conspirator replied with a snide smile."Or appealing to your prurient interest," I protested the guard's request for a private show to make the film. As a Gemini being of two minds at the same time, the paradox was intriguing. For the sake of love, I would be giving my friend in security a private show for his amusement. "Dr. Velour, the facility director?" I asked."The director is preparing to move

The Beauty PageantBy thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On stage, Gloria towering over me insisted on hearing my husband Jerry's reaction to enforced chastity, "What virile man wants his cock in a blocker while his wife is fertilized?""The decision was joint," I retorted."Really?" Gloria expressed shock. "Your guy's nuts were locked down," Gloria laughed, "after you guys weighed the alternatives and made a joint decision. You are married to a saint.""As close as any man could be," I retorted. "Like a prince, we kissed as his pubes were vaporized and his phallus was encased in the cock-blocker."Gloria declared, "Nurse Warbler is right! Most guys don't mind pussification. They get to jerk off and hang out in a gym. Those too lazy to shower have an excuse not to bathe..." Gloria's voice trailed off into a laugh. Turning to me and the college girl, Gloria asked, "How did your guy take the good news of pussification?"When I outlined Cindy's proposal to my husband Jerry, Jerry believed, "It is generous. I could launch myself into a consulting business, but the sacrifice is all yours. You have to decide.""Hmm," I replied, "Oh, the sacrifice is yours as well. The clinic doesn't pretend we're eh, you're capable of voluntary abstinence. You get pussified, pubes shaven and cock blocked. The cock block only comes off at the clinic to release of eh, tensions, to use the gym, and to shower."In the treatment room, looking down at Cindy's bare back as she crouched on her hands and knees on the table, I commented "`non-surgical temporary sterilization, hmm, why don't you just call it pussification?" I lifted one of Cindy's arms and then the other to sweep the hospital gown away, leaving her naked in my presence for the first time. My hands had migrated toward the base of the spinal column. I was now manipulating the muscles of her butt."Pussification!" Cindy turned her head to look at me beaming with a big smile. "In medical school, we learn how to express simple concepts in the most opaque manner. The medical term might be an anti-androgenal agent designed to produce male infertility on a temporary basis."Sighing with relief at the release of taut muscles in her butt, Cindy mumbled about the relief of stress."And were you able to come up with a medical therapy?" I continued chatting."The risks of chemical castration," Cindy murmured, "brittle bones, fractures, arterial disease, and cardiac complications are too great and the benefits of lower ejaculate too insignificant to warrant use.""So, chemical castration is ineffective?" I asked."Only excising both testes permanently renders the man incapable of impregnating a female," Cindy advised, "temporary removal, storage, and replacement through micro-surgery is not cost-effective."As Cindy lectured, I reached for the depilatory cream. Placing my left hand to press down on her lower spine, I reached under Cindy's pelvis to spread the defoliant between her legs across her lower abdomen in an arc sweeping through her mound and the crease between her vaginal lips. As the cream vaporized pubes, Cindy cooed. "I never expected that this would be so relaxing on such a trying day."Taking a deep breath, Cindy continued her explanation of rejecting an anti-androidal medication, "The expedient of enforced chastity through application of an inexpensive device which prevents erection, ejaculation and penetration is far more effective form of --."Gently whacking Cindy on the butt, I suggested, "Pussification."My wise-crack made Cindy laugh so hard that tears welled in her bright blue eyes. "I needed that," Cindy acknowledged, "on a day that went so bad on which I had to make a hard choice."Meeting Dr. Velour poolside, she commented on my bikini bottoms, "I see your menstrual cycle has resumed. I have been concerned that women who use that implant which stays the cycle might find difficulty when it returns.""No worse than my pussified husband suffers," I sighed, "With both on the rag, hopefully we won't kill each other.""It's hard on the guy whose dick is locked down in the sling--during first few days," Gloria told the naked women assembled on stage. But in Surrogate's pool, it's the most effective form of birth control. At first, the guy is crotchety, irritable and bad-tempered. Once the guy gets in the routine of visiting the clinic to be hitched to a post for a mechanical release, the nastiness goes away."On stage, Gloria speculated, "Getting hitched to a post and jerked off becomes addicting to men. After pregnancy is confirmed, the chastity shield can come off, but the guy will prefer coming here.""Indeed!" I responded."After a few months of the hitching post," Gloria claimed, "You might as well have your guy castrated. He's useless. Besides--the sperminator is more dependable." Shrugging her shoulders to jiggle her nipples, Gloria smiled, "Fair exchange, he gets a mechanical cunt and I get a cock that won't go limp."I replied pithily, "Two hearts, one dream."Turning to me in the treatment room with an inviting smile, Cindy breathlessly whispered, "Say nothing. Help me off the table. Strip off your sweaty clothes off. Let's chill together." Cindy assured me, "No one will see us. No one's down in the visitor's shower at this hour. We'll have plenty of time alone."In the shower, Cindy giggled when my boobs bounced as she tore my sweaty top over my head. My bottoms swept away, I was standing in front of her in panties. Cindy spreading her legs partially squatting, stroked her clit. "Role reversal," Cindy declared, "you're prissy missy and I'm the frisky fox."Clutching me in a tight embrace, she assured me, as she stretched and snapped the elastic band of my panties, "To say yes to bliss, just plant a kiss, don't do me wrong and string me along."Advised, "eh, acquiring both Jerry and me requires his consent," Cindy paused peeling off my panties.Cindy pulled back. Her soft blue eyes turned steely. Her voice lost its silly giggle. Sweetness left her voice when her tone turned harsh into the bite of command when she demanded, "With the kind of money, I pay Dr. Velour, I'm entitled to a happy ending." She paused for emphasis. With hands on hips, sugary sweetness gone she barked, "Top me off."When I reported the scope of Cindy's demand to Dr. Velour in a pool side conference, I expressed dismay, "Cindy doesn't want to merely rent out my belly, she wants to buy me and castrate my husband."A grim look crossed Dr. Velour's face. Dr. Velour spoke hesitantly, "Cindy, eh, Dr. Craft is in line for a grant to adapt my sperminator, interface it with the male reproductive organ as a prosthetic device after orchidectomy-eh castration. It's quite an opportunity.""At the expense of neutering my husband," I protested."Jerry could become the ultimate modern man, with detachable nuts," Dr. Velour declared, "potent when you need him; harmless at other times.""That comes at a heavy price," I replied, "to both Jerry and me.""Your husband would create a consulting company," Dr. Velour reminded me. "I'll ask Dr. Craft about funding for a healthy volunteer. The 26 year old man is an appealing poster boy competing for grant money, but perhaps there is room for other subjects. You'll stand on stage as a prospective Surrogate?"On-stage, red-haired Gloria complained, "I wonder when someone is going to show up. We've been freezing our butts off for more than an hour.""I think we're just being strung along." I said with resignation.Eventually one of the women from admin came down to the theatre to tell us to dress and go home. Gloria smirked, "We're such sheep we have to be reminded to dress before we go out on the street."In days ahead. to my surprise, I didn't hear directly from Cindy but busy with my work wondered how much longer I should punish myself by teasing Jerry.Filling the doorway in a gown which barely reached her mid-thigh, Gloria beamed triumphantly as she stood on the scales and announced, "I'm here for 'The Big One.' And I specifically asked for you.""I'm honored," I replied."Well, I got selected. I meet the doctor--a single parent--who inspected us on stage," Gloria advised me, "It was a touch choice, this Dr. Craft told me. Good deal, promise of a plenty of benefits.""I'm very happy for you," I replied. I wasn't surprised. After `The Beauty Pageant,' I had switched on the implant anticipating the removal of Jerry's chastity shield.Oh, it works out well all around," Gloria informed me, "Dr. Velour plans to branch out. She's in line for government funding to develop a sperminator into a fake dick for men who lose their balls." Looking around the room, Gloria added, "She hasn't decided how long she'll hold onto this place.""Detachable nuts!" I exclaimed, "Now women need not beg off sex with the 'I'm on my period' excuse.""What did I tell ya, sweetie?" Gloria hugged me, pressing fleshy breasts into mine as she stepped off the scales, "Despite the attraction of a young one with a flat tummy, seasoned birthers are more reliable."With a sharp whack to her butt, I ordered her on the examination table. "With your experience, you know the drill. Lay on your back, raise your knees and spread 'em.""I am in a hurry, Dr. Velour has referred my husband to a specialist, I'd like to go along, but...," Gloria start to protest."Then lets get down to work," I spoke in a firm, but pleasant tone as pushed her legs further apart."Now it's open wide enough," I noted as I led the fingers of her right hand to stroke her clit. "Press it down like a button," I whispered. The thumb of her other hand massaged the creases between her vaginal while her fingers explored the widened tunnel. "Work it hard, I'll fetch the sperminator."Down in the subterranean level, I obtained the device from Dr. Velour's office. I called Jerry to get him to drop by for a shower. Quelling his protests, I affirmed, "I have news-it's important." When breathlessly, Jerry promised to come right over."Something we've been both waiting for, but we'll have more privacy to discuss it at 9:30PM."I smiled in reflection. I'd use a women's greatest strength: overcome brute force with finesse. I'd ride Jerry's cock raw my way, cowgirl style.Returning to the treatment room, I found Gloria's freckled skin burnished bright red and drenched in sweat. Gloria demanded, "Ram it in. Cram it in before I explode."While I held up the spermiator and prepared to plunge it in, Gloria moved her hands to play with her breasts. After a pause, I smiled at the whizzing sound of the vibrating spermator as I thrust it spermantor inside her. The thumb of my free hand pressed on her clit. "It's like a on-off switch," I joked as Gloria suddenly went an orgasmic, lifting her ass and crashing it against the table.How long that went on I'm unsure. When Gloria nudged me awake, I was naked except for my white sneakers, standing bent over the examining table vaginas lips locked tightly together by Gloria's long legs. Released I staggered to my feet."Tomorrow, same time," Gloria kissed me as she donned her gown to leave, "I swear you entered me." Shaking her head, Gloria sighed, "They say that's myth; it doesn't happen, but I know it does.""Glad to be of service," I slapped her rump as she passed by me. Giggling, she jumped.It was easy to switch some hours with the nursing assistant assigned to the late-night crew. Warning me as she prepared to leave, "You're it: inspector, shower girl, towel girl and escort. After 9:30PM, the most you'll get is one or two sperm donors. Almost never, you get a surrogate.""Guys tip better," I noted.After an evening rush, by 8pm there was only an occasional visitor. Clad in a thong towel loosely slung over my shoulder, I stood in the male donor's locker, reading a book. When Jerry entered, I threw aside the towel dangling my boobs.. "You know the drill, hun," I said in an impersonal tone without looking up. I stifled the protest which was starting to form on Jerry's lips, "Faster if you please," I looked down at my electronic chart, "Mr.Warbler, in all honesty, too late for feigned modesty, or play strip tease," I paused to ring out in a cadence, "jeans and top, shoes and socks,, everything off, totally defrocked , down to bare anatomy//To get your cock unblocked."Standing hands on hips, bare but for the triangular shield covering his male accoutrements, Jerry looked away as I pushed the button. "Your cock blocker is released," pointing to a cylindrical container, I directed, "remove it. I need to examine your erectile tissue." I deliberately used inflated terminology.Hesitating, Jerry questioned, "Do you think-I mean, should we-are you authorized to?" The tone of hopeful anticipation entered his voice, "Your news?""I have important news but first," I barked an order, "Like everybody else, assume the position for genital inspection," I commanded. "Quickly," I urged him, "Hands behind your head, feet apart."Kneeling to tease his penis with my finger, I teased Jerry, "Look it grows. OK into the shower.As Jerry turned to go to the shower, I condescendingly patted his butt. I marveled that stealth surmise and cunning can overcome superior physical strength all the time.Chapter 11: Casting My SpellWearing only a thong with a towel slung over my shoulders, I switched some hours with another nursing assistant to cover the late-night shift at the Fertility clinic. My bare boobs bounced peering out from under the towel as I shifted my weight. The evening had been slow, only an occasional donor to be freed from the cock blocker, showered towelled and led to a hitching post. Most of the evening was spent sitting around in the locke

Patient Modesty in the clinic..By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In one of my asides with Dr. Velour in the employees' shower, I informed Dr. Velour, "Like most women, Cindy removes the hair from her arm pits and legs, but Cindy clings to the hospital gown when I try to pull it below her navel. How am I going to remove her pubic hair?"At Dr. Velour's suggestion, I gotten rid of Cindy's pubic hair by applying the depilatory cream around her pubis as she presented her rear end while she rested on hands and knees. "In her mind," Dr. Velour accurately predicted, "faced away from you, Cindy won't feel exposed..."In the treatment room, Cindy knotted her faint eyebrows in surprise. "Usually, you whip the gown off and order me crouch on hands and knees to present my heinie."I sighed. "You've a partner but," I observed, "It seems somehow you have never before been naked in the presence of another person."Holding her hand out to touch my arm, Cindy asked, "You're with a guy, but I take it, don't be offended, it's just a feeling, you like girls too. What's it like to be with a guy, to have his juice inside you?""It's a risk," I held her hand. "Guys aren't always as clean or careful as we might like, You know that.""Then, why a man?' Cindy asked."It's hard to explain," I replied, "the brain winks out; you're in instinct driven override. My husband Jerry and I strung together a ditty one night: `Skin aflush, Lips touch, Hands clutch, Bodies crush.'""It's that simple?" Cindy laughed."To override good sense, your senses must be overloaded," I explained, "The trill goes on, 'Scent seducing, Rapid respiring, Furies flaring, Blood bubbling, Dairies dazzling.""Dairies dazzling?" Cindy chuckled. "Or dangling? I guess I wouldn't do well with a man. I don't have that much up top to appeal to a guy.""Mother nature provides," I chuckled, "At each stage, the next one comes that much quicker, "When stimulated, female breasts enlarge. They fill with blood during arousal and intercourse," I teased her nipples as I recited the verse, "There's a certain structural bias imparted by my husband the engineer, `Scent alluring,, Emotions engaging,, Heartbeat surging,, Piston projecting, Port awakening.'""Engineering mixed into biology?" Cindy questioned."Anatomy, Jerry tells me, is the model of man-made structures," I informed Cindy."But what of women-made physical edifice?" Cindy chided me."One never knows what will happen when two heads," I chuckled, "come together in," I continued the poem, "A silent hush, Furies rush, A storm burst, A final thrust , comes the gush.""And that's it?" Cindy asked."Usually, the guy cums and the gal has to finish herself off," I reflected, "These are my lines: `my body inflamed , tho' his sap be drained , his fires slake , I make mine quake!""And still you prefer men?" Cindy prodded me."It's the thrill of letting go, experiencing the risk, dirt, disease, pregnancy and not caring," I exclaimed."Birth Control?" Cindy asked.I shook my head. "Even the pill isn't fail-safe and in the throes of ecstasy, intoxication or just plain exhilaration, you let go; your body takes over; primal instinct reigns; you really don't care.""Fucking is so much fun," Cindy suggested, "you don't give a flying fuck.I tied that into the intended treatment. "Dr. Velour's treatment protocol is based on that very premise that impregnation is more likely if the woman allows her body to take over just like in natural intercourse.""How do I do that?" Cindy asked.Taking a breath for fortitude, I rendered instructions, "First, you must relax." I moved closer to speak directly to Cindy, "I'm not going to bite. Could you spread your legs just a little further apart?"The pale white skin of Cindy's face burnished a deep scarlet when I smiled at her pitiable effort to spread her legs. Running my hands up her inner thighs, I splayed her legs. "Jerry my engineer husband says the legs are like the legs of a protractor. It's unwise to pull them more than 120 degrees apart."Cindy's sweet blue eyes followed my hands as they felt along her lower smooth abdomen brushing her labia reaching toward her inner thighs. She thrust her genitalia upward when I deliberately bypassed and teased her slit. "No matter, we'll try something different today." I smiled. I gently massaged the crease between Cindy's labia and worked my way toward her clit.Hands behind her head, nipples erect, Cindy stretched out on the table. Was she a couple of inches taller? Had she gained a cup size? I wondered.As I removed my hand Cindy pled, "Oh, please God, don't dare stop!"Taking Cindy's hands, I placed Cindy's right hand on her clit and her left inside her vagina searching for the G spot. "Work yourself hard," I ordered, "you deserve it."Excusing myself from the room with the claim that I had to retrieve an instrument, I went to fetch Dr. Velour. I found Dr. Velour in the gym, nude working out. Surprise filled Dr. Velour's face when I came into her view. "Nurse Warbler, you need to get out of those sweat drenched clothes. A shower to cool off is what the doctor ordered.""I've got Cindy working her way to an orgasm," I reported, "I need you to do the injection. It took a lot to get her into a state where she's physically ready to allow her body to override her brain and conceive. It's now or never!""This is unexpected!" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "I'm hardly dressed for the procedure."In frustration, I declared, "I've done much more than I ever expected or wanted to do to accomplish the task: impregnation." I shook my head. "Let me take Cindy into the female visitor's shower. We can do her in the shower," I demanded."Do her?" Dr. Velour seemed surprised."In the shower you'd be perfectly attired to accomplish the task," I observed wryly, "Wouldn't you agree?"I recruited a male nursing assistant about ready to go off duty to help me lift Cindy off the table and guide her into the shower. "Patient is here for impregnation," I noted as we each led Cindy, her fingers furiously stimulating her clit, to the showers. "Hopefully, Dr. Velour will arrive with the sap in time," I declared."I can't help you there. Dr. Velour locks down male nurses in chastity before they can enter the female ward or deal with Surrogates," the male assistant smiled, as we put Cindy, still stimulating herself in pre-orgasmic euphoria, under a spigot.The heat was overbearing. I pulled my top off and tossed my bra in the corner. "The shower should be warm enough to keep her revved up," I assured myself as I stepped out of the bottom and went under the spigot with Cindy.My colleague commented. "Fortunately, not cold enough to turn a hot girl in heat, off." Looking me over, my colleague rendered a candid appraisal, "cute lime green thong matches the color of the scrubs."Standing facing Cindy, I found myself running on the momentum of arousal. Dropping my thong, I slipped my fingers down my abdomen, between my legs into my clit. I swayed in synch with Cindy. Our chests heaved in unison. My lips puckered, blowing Cindy a kiss.Our lips met. Her tongue invaded my mouth We manually simulated ourselves furiously. I became aware that Dr. Velour had entered the room holding a syringe. Was it a foot long and an inch in diameter? Would that fit inside Cindy's love port? I wondered.My boss, Dr. Velour, was here but I didn't care. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Dr. Velour hand the syringe to the male assistant. Would he administer the man-sap?I felt the pads of a woman's long narrow fingers gently lubricating my sphincter with circular motions going deeper with each rotation. Dr. Velour's breasts pushed against my hip as she pulled Cindy's vagina toward mine. Was this part of the procedure? I wondered.Even if the stranger's sperm was not inserted in me, I may have reached a new level in which the demand and sacrifice was something I may never have assented to in advance. Nonetheless, I deemed myself true to Jerry.I felt a quaking deep inside me start to rumble from the depths of my body shoot into my uterus causing exhilarating contractions, growing in intensity until I crashed senselessly on the shower floor. I fell asleep as the water dripped upon us, my head resting comfortably on Cindy's soft breasts.When I awoke, I found myself alone. The female visitor's showers were dark. The water was turned off. A blanket was thrown over my bare body. My sneakers were gone; my feet were bare. My scrubs were nowhere to be seen. I had no idea what time it was.A lone towel and a bar of soap sat on a rack. I supposed that was a hint.It was as if I was in a vision as I showered down. I worked the bar of soap in my hands into frothy, sudsy cream bubbling with bubbles. When I spread the creamy soapsuds over my shoulders into my smooth underarms, I appraised myself. In a few days, my armpits would need attention.I ran the bubbly mix across my chest, gently working the cream into my breasts, teasing my nipples with the pads of my fingers. Letting my hands wander, I reached my pubic mound.Bristle was starting to grow in coarse. My pubic hair had been removed in a training exercise here at the clinic. It was itchy but Jerry preferred hairy pubes. Whenever I felt guilty about something, I tried to accommodate Jerry.Though tempted, I resisted recapturing the mood. Instead I chose to reach behind me. I spread the foam over my bare ass into my crack.With a sigh, I ceased stimulating myself and allowed the falling water to carry the suds off. I lowered my head to watch the stream of bubbles carried off into the drain in the floor.Alighting from the shower, I found myself on the catwalk in the darkened female wing. Over in the male wing, I could see lights were still on. As I walked on the catwalk, I could hear Dr. Velour below in the subterranean gym chatting with some male donors who were using some of the exercise equipment. Dr. Velour was nude as per her rules for female usage of the facility.What would Dr. Velour's reaction be? Had giving into the feelings of the moment led to failure? What would Dr. Velour do or say? I wondered. I prepared to defend myself. After all! Dr. Velour had engaged with me in bringing Cindy to orgasm and had withheld administration of the man juice."Oh Nurse Warbler," Dr. Velour greeted me, nodding to her male companions sporting only an athletic supporters to leave us, "Cindy and her partner are pleased with progress. They've requested you shower with Cindy when she arrives in the facility. This will acclimate her to a certain amount of social nudity. It will lead to more overtime. Join me in the pool for a quick dip before you dress to go home?"I wasn't surprised. Bowing my head, I muttered with resignation, "As I go one each new step here at the clinic brings us to a new level in which the next demand for an even greater sacrifice soon follows."Chapter 10: The Choice.I was standing on the stage with six other naked women. The foot lights shone right in our face. We couldn't see our audience. It didn't matter. From this beauty pageant, Dr. Velour's preferred clients would pick a Surrogate from one of the bare assed and bare footed females on display. I already knew that Dr. Velour's intended guests would be Alison and Cindy, a sperm-less pair, the current 'correct term' for a lesbian couple who wanted to start a family.A while back, Dr. Velour presented the problem to me in one of her casual asides in the subterranean pool that the clinic provided as a diversion offered to male donors and female surrogates as well as employees. Looking out on the work on the adjacent solarium and sauna, Dr. Velour waved her hand as she visualized her dream, "Right what's just a ditch will bring natural sunlight to the subterranean level.""Naturality," Dr. Velour shook her head, "has its advantages." Turning to carefully studying my bare body, Dr. Velour paused to nod approvingly at my freshly depilated pubes. Dr. Velour noted, "I hope our informal, poolside tete-a-tetes in the natural state promote openness, honesty and trust.""It would save on the laundry bill," I hid my reservations in a joke."Let's talk about your patient Cindy." Dr. Velour began, "Her partner-Oh, the sperm-less pair plans to marry and produce a child-is concerned. Cindy's obsessive modesty is noticeable even at home. Cindy responds well to you. Her partner believes you can bring Cindy to accept an injection with the specialized syringe I designed-you call it --...""The sperminator," I reminded Dr. Velour. Chuckling, I added, "A little dose, we say, brings on 'The Big one,' pregnancy.""Sperminator! `The Big One!'" Dr. Velour exclaimed, "My nursing assistants, a bunch of cards, have devised a cute but sophomoric expression to describe my ingenious design. My invention combines the injectant power of a syringe with thrusting power of a dildo and the stimulation of a vibrator. The sperminator delivers warm sperm into a body in orgasmic convulsions, replicating the euphoria of natural intercourse," Dr. Velour explained."No sperminator natural or artificial," I replied, "can bring 'The Big One' to Cindy, eh, impregnate her if she won't be seen naked.""Cindy trusts you. Work on it." After a pause, Dr. Velour suggested, "Join me at the end of your shift for a swim?" Dr. Velour requested.Weeks later, on stage, I was wondering how did I end up on display? Upon graduation with a degree in an Industrial Psychology, I had been promised a position in management at the clinic. I should be behind a desk studying the motivations of the naked women flapping their lips around me. Only last month, I was leading candidates for selection on stage. Somehow, the wistful plaint crossed my mind: when one door closes another one opens. The direction of my work at the Fertility Clinic had shifted in stages during my treatment with Cindy, the seemingly diffident partner in a eh, spermless pair.

Clinic Nurse explains heterosexuality to sperm recipient.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was busy in the morning playing the warden, releasing the bulls, the male donors, from the chastity shield and inspecting their genitalia. Unfortunately, word spreads quickly in the clinic. The bulls chided me about my prospective transfer to the female section. "Afraid of dealing with real men," upbraided one bull. His teasing brought a round of a hearty laughter."I'll return the compliment," I retorted, "in this locker, I wear the crown. Under lock and key, I keep your implement. It is I who frees you from peeing sitting down." Later, descending into the subsurface level, I found myself walking with a group of bulls, phallus dangling free, headed to the gym. One, a Mr.Tim Bogen, a relative newcomer, pulled me aside.Worry etched on his face, Bogen requested permission to pose a question. "What would you think if your husband registered here as a bull?"I pondered for a second. "I'd sleep more nights through, wake up fresh still in my PJs more often and get more cuddling time. My eh—partner would learn the use of his tongue. I might like some cunnilingus, now and then. How does your partner feel about your role here?""She came here on one of the partners' days when they allow the bulls to eh -" The bull hesitated."Screw," I suggested."Kind-of," Bogen spoke hesitantly, "Eh—Interaction is subject to strict supervision. Females are protected, like prized animals, from unplanned insemination," the Bogen grimaced, "Bulls must use a sperm collection condom.""I guess Dr. Velour has an exclusive output contract with her bulls," I surmised."The clinic starts off females in milk extraction," the bull recounted."I'm sure it's just an experiment to see if the exercise of the nipples will fool the body into producing milk," I assured Bogen. "Participants, mostly college girls picking up a quick buck, are paid to have their nipples exercised. What's the worry? You are permitted to work her nips at home. It can lead to renewal, a new beginning of tender moments and bonding.""With me in chastity?" questioned Bogen."With you in chastity," I replied in a comforting voice, "the exercise might increase sexual tension and spur sperm production.""But where does that lead to—for her?" Bogen wondered, "Titty tugging is just a beginning. Each step makes the next step easier. Taking money to have her tits pulled can become selling her body for milk production and then getting knocked-up for surrogacy.""You really starting to worry about a concern that has yet to present itself. Perhaps, you should explore your feelings with Dr. Velour and your partner," I spoke with an encouraging voice, "I'm just a Nursing Assistant in training, not qualified to counsel you and your partner."At the foot of the ramp, I promised to raise his concerns with Dr. Velour. Entering the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, I found myself alone with Dr. Velour, now in her freshly pressed pleated dark skit with heels and white lab jacket over a sweater. The other nursing assistant trainees had not arrived."They'll be down," Dr. Velour informed me, "in a few minutes; Pat is exercising her nipples; Cassie needed to take a shower after working up a sweat in the gym; Beth is expressing milk. They'll be down after a shower."Apprised of the Bogen's concerns, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "you did right by referring the bull to me for guidance." With a hand on my shoulder, Dr. Velour asked, "What do you think makes a good Surrogate?""Physically fit enough to carry a baby to term, ovulating, able to conceive," I replied."Physical capability is important. Most women are, but what should I look for in a young woman who wants to be a surrogate?" Dr. Velour inquired."A motivated person," I replied."Indeed, motivations. That's what I look for," Dr. Velour exclaimed, "What I look for in a surrogate starting out is the antithesis of a good mother. First, she's less interested in bringing life into the world than securing an advantage for herself, an objective, material purpose, an expensive house, a limited-edition car, a dream vacation, something beyond their means that a woman might be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for, giving up a child. Second, it is helpful, that a woman be a bit of an exhibitionist, one who enjoys being the center of attraction, the star of the show.""I don't mean to inquire into your personal affairs..." I started."But you've heard that I financed my medical education by playing surrogate, three times," Dr. Velour chuckled. "I came away in good condition, don't you think?  No scars, genitalia intact, abdomen uncut." With a laugh, Dr. Velour reminisced, "medical people are so self-centered that no one noticed I was pregnant—every year.""You were not the center of attention?" I was stunned."A couple years later, I went to a reunion," Dr. Velour recalled, "an alum approached me... `Weren't you the girl who skipped graduation because you were pregnant in the last year and delivered? What did you end up having?'" Dr. Velour smiled as she reflected, "`Money to pay the tuition,' was my response.""Then, you were not the center of attention?" I was confused."Most women feel they are or should be as their baby balloons out," Dr. Velour explained, "Sometimes a husband can be jealous." With a reassuring back rub, Dr. Velour promised, "I'll call the bull in, for reassurance."At that Cassie the gymnast entered in scrubs. The sleeves were cut off to reveal her biceps. Following her were Pat, topless big breasts bouncing, and Beth also topless with pads covering her nipples. "Sorry, Dr. Velour," hands cupped in front of her breasts, Beth apologized, "I've been expressing. I need to sop up the drip."I was somewhat surprised to see both ladies enter in yellow shorts and slippers, displaying their breasts, Beth boldly, Pat looking around nervously gauging our reaction."Let's start with Pat," Dr. Velour began, "But first I begin with an explanation, not an apology. There are no apologies in medicine we're always right." Dr. Velour looked from face to face. Her remarks drew some giggling and a few chuckles."In our last session, we had Amy Warbler get dressed in order to come down here to strip behind the privacy screen. The purpose of requiring a patient to disrobe is control. Beth," Dr. Velour called on the surrogate, "could you explain how our heifers enter to express milk?""It's an assembly line. Heifers report, disrobe," Beth outlined the procedure, "shower, line up for examination, handed a pair of yellow shorts and slippers, assigned a booth for milking.""Human breasts are a secondary sex characteristic, not a sexual organ," Dr. Velour lectured, "They are designed for two purposes: to attract a mate and to produce milk for the sustenance of an infant."Velour called Pat to center stage, "Lets start. The areola, the ring around the mammary papilla, the nipple," Dr. Velour ran the pad of her index finger around Pat's areola, "of a blond, like Pat, is usually a subdued off-white." Dr. Velour looked to Beth. "Under those pads, a brunette, or any other dark-haired woman like Beth should have darker, more prominent areolas."Beth looked with a smirk on while Pat turned her head away as Dr. Velour's hands massaged Pat's breasts. "The Female Breasts," Dr. Velour taught, "infused with network of nerves, spread out widely, are extremely sensitive to physical contact." Placing her hands under Pat's breasts as if weighing them in the palm of her hands, Dr. Velour asked whether Pat suffered any neck or back pain from the weight of her breasts.Rolling Pat's nipples between thumb and index fingers, Dr. Velour lectured, "In bringing down the milk, the heifers in the experimental program start with manual manipulation of the nipples. Unlike milking a cow, by simply squeezing the bossie's teat from the top to the bottom, manual manipulation of human breasts must take a subtle, gentler form of palpating or massaging the nipples to simulate suckling an infant."Ordered to drop to the ground, Pat presented on all fours. Dr. Velour squatted in front of Pat, "Taking the nipples between thumb and index finger," Dr. Velour discoursed, "gently tug one then the other. The subject will after she gets used to the position become quite stimulated." Rising and assisting Pat to her feet. "Try this at home with your partner, but there is another way."Turning to Beth, Dr. Velour called for comments. "Sometimes, direct oral stimulation, properly done, mouth covering the tit," Beth explained, "will be more effective in bringing down the milk.""More efficacious as well as more affectionate," Dr. Velour smiled before she invited Beth to demonstrate. "Beth, you have the most experience," Dr. Velour urged Beth on, "show us how direct oral stimulation is done."Supporting Pat's breasts with the palm of her hand, Beth, with a smile, jiggled Pat's breasts. "Nice jugs," Beth smiled. Beth locked eyes with Pat. Pat's hands tentatively reached out to clutch Beth's shoulders.As Beth craned her head to lick Pat's left nipple, Pat placed her right hand on Beth's head to hold Pat close. Beth slobbered her tongue around Beth's left nipple. Capturing Pat's nipple in the mouth, Beth started suckling.Turning to Cassie and me, Dr. Velour orated as if she were lecturing a theatre full of students, "Suckling creates a vacuum instrumental in bringing down milk. The breast pumps employed in the clinic operate on the same principal. The pump captures the whole nipple and creates a vacuum replicating a mouth suckling." With a smile, Dr. Velour exclaimed, "The body is a marvelous machine!"In front of us, the suckling became louder and more intense as Pat's left hand reached around Beth to clutch Beth in a hug. Beth's hands falling on Pat's hips, yanked Pat's yellow shorts off. The shorts fell to the floor, Pat kicked them off. The two tumbled to the platform of the stage."Breast feeding is a pleasurable experience," Dr. Velour observed, "pre-natal or pre-adoptive practice can reinforce the pair bond which many believe essential to child rearing. The human body is a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, there is no turn-off switch," Dr. Velour chuckled. "We can allow these two go orgasmic for the moment."With the sound of an impending orgasm echoing in the background, Dr. Velour turned from Cassie to me. "One of our bulls has expressed concern over his wife," Dr. Velour explained the problem I had raised, "After his wife came on a couple's day, she decided to join our programme as a Heifer to stimulate her breasts to induce lactation."Cassie chirped, "She wants to be a Moo-Cow and he's worried. I don't believe it""That's the problem," Dr. Velour observed. "It is possible that the husband might fear his role as the center of attention in the relationship is endangered by competition from his wife. Amy, do you have any suggestions?"My attention was riveted on the tussling in the background. I watched Beth's lips slip away from suckling Pat's left breast, planting kisses down Pat's abdomen with a smack. When Beth reached Pat's mound, I heard Pat emit giggling sighs of delight. Pat's legs wrapped around Beth's neck; sucking sounds became louder as the grasp of Pat's legs drew Beth in deeper.Prompted by Dr. Velour to advance a solution for the bull's problem, I saw the answer in the scene unfolding before me. Still watching Beth and Pat in the throes of orgasm, I proposed, "Meet the couples together. Allow the bull to suckle the heifer, suggesting scientific standards require observation for monitoring the technique." Looking at Beth and Patty locked in an embrace on the floor, I added, "that way both will share center stage.""Hmm." Dr. Velour opined, "just let their bodies' wiring take over."In front of us, Beth and Pat shook with successive waves of orgasm. Transfixed by the spectacle on stage, I, sandwiched between the firm body of Dr. Velour and muscle-bound Cassie, felt overheated. "Stimulating, isn't it?' Dr. Velour threw an arm over my shoulder to whisper in my ear."If I were still in school," Looking toward Dr. Velour with a sheepish smile, "I'd skip school this afternoon, find Jerry and fuck myself blind."Cassie laughed. Dr. Velour with an enigmatic half-smile changed my assignment for the day to shower girl in the heifers' shower. "Keep you away from temptation. As you know I have an exclusive on all the Bull's spermatic secretions."The rest of the day passed routinely for a fertility clinic. I spent the afternoon as towel girl in the heifer's section. At the end of the workday, I was approached by Dr. Velour to share a spigot in the employee's shower. Asked for my reaction to working with women, I reflected, "Different things are dangled in your face; the saucy comments and suggestions are subtler; the objective is the same: a cheap jives rather than cheap thrill, but no requests for nipple stimulation, manipulation, suckling, or massages.""How disappointing!" Dr. Velour sounded sympathetic. Turning, Dr. Velour requested I soap her back. Starting with her shoulders I spread the foamy liquid on her shoulders, massaging her neck, lathering her arm pits when she spread her arms out. Holding her head back to look up at the ceiling, Dr. Velour opened her mouth and held out her tongue to catch the gentle beads of water falling on her when I passed the sudsy froth along the sides of her breasts.As I rubbed the bubbly mass down her spine, Dr. Velour, eyes shuttered, demanded, "lower, lower, work out the kinks of a long day." The droplets of soap sparkled as I applied the creamy solution and kneaded the firm, muscular half-moons of her butt.I looked around. Everyone had left me with Dr. Velour alone.Splaying her legs and bending over, Dr. Velour, exceptionally agile, reached for the floor with her hands. Presenting her crack invited an intimate massage. I had seconds to think of a diplomatic solution to keep contact impersonal. I leaned into Dr. Velour teasing her back with my nipples and excused myself for a second in an apologetic tone, "I need to leave you for a second to reach for surgical gloves. Don't go away."Dr. Velour muttered with an undertone of disappointment, "If you must."Locating surgical gloves, I stepped into the Shower girl's bottoms. Topless, I reasoned, ought to be enough stimulation. Returning to Dr. Velour, I first squeezed the bubbles out of a washcloth between those firm half-moons. Then I worked the effervescent fluid into her crack, massaging her sphincter with the pad of my thumb, entering her warm vagina with my index, middle and fore fingers.She moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Though I had intended to keep the contact impersonal, the electric charge of her orgasmic contractions jumped from her body to mine. A flush branched out from the cheeks of my face to my chest. My nipples went erect. I started to laugh at myself for donning bikini bottoms. I felt the urge to rip them off and rub my vagina into her muscular legs. I leaned into her back. We swayed together as the ripples of orgasm shot through our bodies.Suddenly, with a jerk, Dr. Velour pushed me off and stood on her feet. Casting a scurrilous glance at the bikini bottoms clinging to my ankles, Dr. Velour cautioned me, "Kick those things off before you trip."Hands on her hips, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "Not bad! Remind me to give your class some lessons in massage." Staring through me dispassionately, she observed, "It may come in handy." Looking around the empty room, Dr. Velour told me to rinse off. "The night crew will be reporting in soon to service the bulls who come in for a shower after work."Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr. Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr. Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.

Fertility Clinic nurse assistant studies female anatomy.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 7: Pillow TalkI may have spoken of the much about my romantic interludes, sex play with my husband Jerry during my internship at the Fertility Clinic in my last year in college. I sighed 'husband' and 'wife' had become archaic words officially, but everyone in heterosexual relations still used those words in lieu of the official term `partner.' In a reflective moment cuddling, "Partners," Jerry had dismissed much modern parlance, "Sounds like something cowhands said to other guys in the old Western Movies."With both of us in school and working, our quest for physical intimacy tended to result in a quick, but spirited struggle, a wrestling match, Jerry called sexercises. There was only precious moments for a little cuddling time which generates pillow talk. As days grew longer and time in school shortened, we suddenly found more time for each other."Have you thought what you'll do after you graduate?" Jerry asked the frightening question. Up to now my hectic schedule, at school and work, gave me little time to ponder that the curtain would close on this life shortly.My mornings began early. I was due in at the Clinic at 5:45 AM. I had to give myself extra time. On my way to the bathroom on those mornings, Jerry's strong hand often landed on my shoulders. I'd feel the stumble of his whiskers rubbing against my neck, especially if I awoke still in my improvised PJs, worn panties and Jerry's raggy tee shirt."Jerry," I'd chide him, "Why do I know that if I find myself wearing my panties when I wake, it was good to have allowed extra time to get ready?" Wrestling me to the ground to take me from behind, Jerry quickly whipped my night clothes off. We rocked together till he came. "All too quickly," I pouted, "even if you never make me late for work."On my birthday, Jerry presented me with a harem girl PJs, a flimsy cotton bra and baggy bloomers tight at the waist and mid-calf ballooning out in between. "Hmm," I inspected the present, "Sheer. They should slide off easily enough when your projectile rules your brain."Contrary to his rough grab and tumble style, ritualizing the extraction procedure practiced in the Fertility Clinic dominated our sex play. Jerry played the docile partner when we reenacted my experiences at work.As much as I tried to keep my work life as an Intern at the Fertility Clinic entirely separate from my life at home, my husband Jerry's fascination with my role in assisting the drawing of sperm from virile young men occupied not only what few moments we could spare for our table talk, but also our sex play. Lounging on our couch with Jerry in my harem girl outfit, a loose fitting, billowy PJ bottom and matching cotton bra, Jerry appeared to be more intrigued than concerned. "It's a mechanical process," Jerry recognized, "without an emotional attachment. Kind of like the short-arm inspection in the service."Joining the nursing assistants in what we dubbed 'The Walk of Shame,' strolling nude from the locker where we stowed our street clothes to the employees' showers, Dr. Velour, exchanging pleasantries, smiled as she watched my eyes follow her double double D boobs bouncing with her every stride. "You're married to a male partner. Right? I meant to ask you," Dr. Velour got directly to the point, "how does your partner feel about your role in harvesting semen?""My husband," I paused for emphasis before continuing the response, "Jerry regards it as a process, like drilling for oil." I paused. "The clinic produces a yield and sells its product aloof from any personal commitment beyond professional pride in the product. The physical contact is incidental to the process, entirely impersonal without an emotional dimension."Snuggling with Jerry on the couch, I exclaimed, "Truth," I paused for emphasis, "could never have been better said! How could my work in extracting sperm from a male donor be any different from operating a pump?" I shot Jerry an expression of benign innocence as I plucked his member from his boxers. "All we do is work the handle to draw fluid from the well. A pure question of hydraulics. You're the engineering student. All that is little more than Archimedes Principles at work," I declared.Told of Jerry's description of inducing an emission as an application of the principles of `sexual hydraulics,' Dr. Velour described Jerry's reaction as objective with a bias toward structural analysis that she'd might expect from an engineering student. Pausing to think, Dr. Velour remarked, "It's good you have support at home. Some women might eh—not want to be so open with a partner. Surprisingly—men are different.""Jerry is so fascinated with my work at the Fertility Clinic," I shook my head, "We reenact the procedures to draw sperm. Interaction, says Jerry, might stimulate the donor, but the purpose is impersonal to draw the product, not to administer pleasure.""Hmm, there is," Dr. Velour raised her penciled in eyebrows, "a slender difference between the pleasure of business," She smiled, "and the business of pleasure, one wavering on a subtle question of purpose, intent and motivation."I chuckled. "Motivations, that's my field in Industrial Psychology."On the couch with Jerry cuddling up in a rare precious moment, I nested my breasts into his bare hairy chest. The outline of erect nipples proudly jutted out in the soft cotton fabric of the harem girl top. Whispering provocatively, I tapped Jerry's chest with the tip of my index finger, "two romantically motivated people putting their heads together can have more fun than one guy hitched to a post to jerk off."Then came the moment I dreaded. An aroused and tempted Jerry, brushing past the thin elastic band of my baggy bloomers, seized the flesh of my ass in his hand and kneaded it for a full minute before his hand reached over my hip and plunged down toward my pubes. "Slick!" Jerry's shriek ventured into such a high octave it sounded as if I had yanked his testicles. "When did this happen? If you wanted to go bald down there, why didn't you let me shave you?" Jerry cried.I sighed. "Shaving is so passe," I protested, "To avoid infections, hospitals, these days, use depilatory creams. No nicks, no cuts, no razor burns, thank god!" I exclaimed.At the entrance to the shower, I stood with Dr. Velour. Tilting her head back in a moment of reflection, Dr. Velour placed a firm hand on my bare shoulder. A shot of electricity ran through my body. My breath quickened; my nipples hardened, but I was confused. Velour was a woman.I had classified myself as a heterosexual. That's what it said on my marriage license in the statistical section-a totally private declaration not available to the public or even to `my partner,' but of course was available to the advertisers who loaded down our mailbox.Dr. Velour remarked, "Much of what we do here in the clinic to some outsiders may seem a semantic shuffle. It is unlawful for say a brother and sister to have sex, but a client seeking certain features might request a sister be inseminated by her brother's sperm.""Hmm, perfectly legal?" I inquired."Yes, but what are the ethics," Dr. Velour continued the hypothetical, "of inseminating a woman with sperm from a male with whom she could not legally have sex? From the perspective of your discipline, could you prepare me an opinion of whether we should tell the sister that she's being inseminated by her brother? Are you up to it?""A project of that nature would be difficult, lasting well beyond the few days I have left in school-and in this internship." I was reminded of Jerry's gut-wrenching question. Also, to graduate, I had finals to study for. I daringly raised the issue, "Could this project lead to a permanent job?"With a pleasant smile, Dr. Velour announced, "Perhaps, then I should consider rounding out your experience here at the clinic. I think it's time to advance your nurse-trainees' group to the next level, the female's body. The female body, like the female mind, is far more complex. I'll summon the rest of the group to meet downstairs in the theatre."Inside the shower, Dr. Velour seemed to vanish into the misty droplets that permeated the room before it condensed in dips on the tiled wall. I guessed Dr. Velour was in a hurry to accomplish some tasks before a training session. After rinsing off, I told the clerk, "I need scrubs for Dr. Velour's Nursing Assistant training.""Next level?" To my nod, the Clerk advised with a pleasant smile, "Congratulations, promoted to tend to females." A disarming smile filled her face when she reminded me, "With each little step the next one becomes that much easier.""Now, if that leads to a full-time job after graduation ..." I shook my head."Today," the clerk noted as she handed me a package, "you get the Nursing Assistant's full kit—scrubs, your very own plastic name tag, granny panties, bra and white sneakers.""I suppose I could attach the plastic name tag to the Shower Siren's top-the white bikini top the girl who works the donor's shower sports, but," I smiled, "there's something—a special eh, different appeal—to the nurse's scrubs," I remarked as I accepted the uniform. "Clothing defines the person and their role."On the couch with Jerry, I tried to conceal my delight over Jerry's present of harem girl pajamas. Holding the bottoms in front of me, I tried to assume a clinical tone in my comment, "tight at the waist and ankle, puffing out in between. Thin waist band may have trouble holding the bottoms up."To Jerry's smile, I shook my head. "I guess they're not intended to stay up. But this bra," I pulled the two ends to test it, "Cotton, no elastic, do you think this bra is sturdy enough to bind my wrists."Jerry responded with a devilish grin. Tilting my head, I smiled. "I guess you prefer to whip these PJs off my body to use me like a whore." With an evil smile, I added, "I should be proud to accept this gift as your candid appraisal of eh, my talents, quite a complement.""Clothing does add something," Jerry quipped, "even if I don't figure that you'll need it all night long."Receiving the scrubs from the clerk reporting in after showering at the Fertility Clinic, I reflected, "Scrubs do lend an air of authority." My comment drew a polite half smile and a nod.Fully dressed in fresh scrubs, I walked with an air of confidence as passed by co-workers moving toward the ramp that led to the subsurface level gym, pool and theatre. Trading pleasantries, I enthusiastically declared, "class exercises today, Introduction to Female Anatomy."When I entered the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, the other nursing assistant trainees, Cassie, employed by the clinic's gym, muscles bulging under short sleeved scrubs, Pat, the big breasted college girl, participating in an experiment at the Clinic and dark-haired Beth the oldest of the group had previously acted as a surrogate mother. All turned their heads to look when I entered, as if they had been waiting. Waiting for what? I wondered. What was up?On stage, Dr. Velour stood hand resting on a gynecological table. "Amy," Dr. Velour beckoned to me in a pleasant but officious tone, "how good of you to join us." To her left side in a corner of the stage rested a 5 foot by 5 foot white privacy screen. Inviting me on the stage, Dr. Velour announced, "Ladies, our study of anatomy of the female begins. Amy, would you go behind the screen, disrobe and put on a gown for us."I shook my head. "Why did you waste time by having me dress?" I allowed a tone of annoyance of enter my voice. "An anatomical model needs no costume.""The gown is optional, Amy," Dr. Velour, raising her eyebrows, snapped, "at your discretion.""You're going to poke and prod," I replied, "the gown will just be getting in the way."Undressing quickly behind the screen, I dismissed the fear that I was being submissive. Jerry taught me that he got over the rigors of the Marine Corps by responding enthusiastically to outrageous orders and overdoing it. "They're trying to cow you. But, if you show you can't be humiliated, they'll think you're crazy and leave you alone."Emerging from behind the screen, I held my arms out, "tah dah!" The faces of the nurse-trainees fell; Even Dr. Velour looked away. No one laughed. I had humiliated them. "I've exhibited my virtues. What's next?" I demanded.After a deep breath, Dr. Velour recovered from her surprise. "Lesson One is prepping, but first we have an initial evaluation," Dr. Velour pointed to my hair "hair clean, skin clear, breasts symmetric, no obvious discoloration of the nipples. You'll notice Amy has untamed pubic hair, slightly darker than her auburn hair."Ordered to turn around, I felt a tingle when Dr. Velour laid sturdy hands on my bare shoulders and grabbed the flesh around my hips. Tickling me by running a fingernail down my spine, Dr. Velour complimented me, "good posture."Stood on a scale on the right side of the stage, I measured in at 5 foot 2 and weighed 115 pounds. I jumped when Dr. Velour placed the cold steel of the stethoscope against my bare chest wall to listen to my heartbeat. With a playful, slap on my bare tush, she ordered me up on the table. I felt my fanny with great exaggeration like a chastised child.Placing my feet in the stirrups, Dr. Velour invited the other trainees on stage. "To examine the vulva, the female's external genitalia thoroughly, there is only one way: first remove the pubic hair." Leaning over to address me, Dr. Velour asked my permission, "Is that OK with you, Amy?"I had already decided to co-operate. "I'm willing for the cause of-science, but what do I tell my guy?" I asked in an exaggerated plaintive voice.Momentarily stunned, Dr. Velour hesitated. After a delay, she spoke, "You may tell your guy. `I was lucky," Dr. Velour took a breath, "`I wasn't shaved. My curly mess was trimmed by an experienced person, not a trainee and the hair was vaporized by a gentle cream."Turning to her audience, Dr. Velour discoursed, "In the course of human evolution, hairless bodies with smooth, clear skin signaled good health. Even though women are naturally less hirsute, sexual selection, ie attraction of a mate, may be the female's hidden agenda in her preference for bare pubes. Motivations and preferences are your field, Amy." Dr. Velour threw the question back to me, "Do you have any thoughts?""As far as male donors," I replied, "and female surrogates, the clinic insists that all females participating in our programs as well as male donors be shorn-With the male a clean pubic region assures that the iron jock strap fit snuggly. Also, it makes visual examination of the reproductive organs easier-for signs of infection or injuries.""In the outside world," Dr. Velour lectured, "some women and men remove body hair for aesthetic purposes; others for hygienic purposes; still many others as a matter of arbitrary choice. Soon, each of you will begin depilating the body hair of a patient. However, first you must watch it done. Amy, with your permission, I'm going to depilate your pubic hair." When I deliberately hesitated, Dr. Velour prodded me, "Are you ready?""I hear short skirts are coming back," I replied enthusiastically, "this is free grooming.""First, we comb the pubes for lose hair from the external genitalia, the perineum under the vaginal orifice and the perianal skin around the anus. Pat," Dr. Velour calling the college girl forward, "You're in the milk induction study and regularly are groomed here. Could you show Amy how it's done?" When Pat snatched the fine-toothed comb, Dr. Velour, grasping Pat's hand to guide Pat through the tangled web over my pubic mound, pleasantly reminded her, "gently."Summoned to the stage, Cassie was handed a damp rag and told to clean my pubic region. "This will remove whatever loose hairs and dirt the comb did not pick up." Beth was invited to scissor clip my bush. Beth pleasantly chattered away before she left me with stubble. "Good bedside manner," Dr. Velour complimented Beth, "Now I'll take over and apply the cream."Taking a small jar of cream, "nothing works better than my own special concoction," Dr. Velour assured me. "I'm going to rub the depilatory cream into the inguinal crease, the boundary, often hairy, between the thigh and the pelvis." The sensation was pleasant when she worked the cream into the crease massaging the outer edge of my vaginal lips in the process.When I reacted to her circular motions rubbing the cream in an arc across my mound, by attempting to rear up my butt, struggling against the stirrups, she, in comforting almost hypnotic tones whispered, "Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe easily. Think of yourself somewhere else with your guy, except he's doing it your way."Her voice-or was it some property in the cream-sent me into an altered state. I chose not to fight it. I was vaguely aware that Dr. Velour was addressing the ladies, "While we wait for the depilatory cream did as instructed, we can continue to study the vulva, older texts may call the area between the legs the pudendum. In the center is the vestibule of the vaginal orifice. Superior to the vaginal vestibule is the urinary orifice and the clitoris, the analogue to the male penis, and the seat of much-eh, eh --," she giggled, "mischief."I'm pretty sure she smiled as a gloved finger prodded the clitoris. "Distal to the vaginal," Dr. Velour expounded, "vestibule are the vaginal lips or labia, the fleshy folds that surround the opening the vagina. Hair can grow in the pudendal cleft the crease or crevice between the ridges of the major and minor labia. Let me work some cream there."My heart was palpitating as she worked the crease between the vaginal lips. "The inner lips," Dr. Velour taught, "the labia minora link up superior to the clitoris at the frenulum or prepuce and inferior to the clitoris at the glans clitoris or clitoral hood."I was there, listening to the lecture, but no longer cared anymore. I was hoovering on the edge of an orgasm when Dr. Velour's nimble fingers outlines the folds around the clitoral hood. "Inferior to the vaginal vestibule are the perineum and the anal cavity," Dr. Velour addressed the trainees, "still covered in the depilatory cream."

Nurse assistant exhibits sperm donors to purchasers..By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 6: Presentation & Selective Breeding"Presentation is everything," Dr. Velour taught the Nursing Assistants in a small theatre down the corridor from her office. "The White Lab Coat and the plastic name tag, the hushed tones all suggest a presence, a presence of authority, instill confidence and hopefully guarantee cooperation. What if I entered the room straight out of the pool barefoot, naked, dripping wet, I'd be the same person, with the same intellectual capabilities, but would you listen or just laugh?"My repartee, "Shouldn't I throw you a towel?" sent the three or four prospective Nursing Assistants scattered through the three aisles of this subterranean theatre into hysterics."Pitching an idea is no different than puffing up a product," Dr. Velour taught, "Even Selective Breeding is simply a matter of packaging."Freshly out of the Clinic's communal shower, at the Clinic, I, in line huddled with three other naked women and a guy for warmth, to await issuance of a towel and my packaging, the prescribed clothing for the day. As I stood waiting on the line shivering with arms crossed over my breasts, a sensation of being watched alerted me to a pair of dark eyes searing my bare butt.I looked over my shoulder to notice the facility director Dr. Velour under a shower head with a tall dark haired, butterball shaped woman whose eyes caught mine as she studied the rise and fall of my chest. "Showering is required of employees entering the sterile area, Alison," Dr. Velour addressed her companion, "Generally, employees become used to a unisex communal showering. Modesty would be misplaced in a facility whose harvest is people."Even if I was not such a beauty that sent every guy's blood boiling and every gal green with envy, both men and women flirt with me. This was different. The dark-haired woman, fat of rump, slight of chest, was evaluating me. Who was she, a candidate for employment, perhaps? The large hands, muscular arms and shoulders suggested a prospective security guard. Why else would Dr. Velour have her in the employee's shower?"Undifferentiated facilities," the dark-haired woman commented favorably, "like the locker room in my gym."Hmm, I thought, inflated speech like a public employee, police? Definitely, I surmised, an applicant for a security position.When my turn came to receive my clothing, I wanted only to be far away from this dark-haired woman as possible. My heart sank when the clerk informed me, "Assigned to the male donor section you're Shower Siren today."I gulped. "Today was not a day I needed to be put on display," I grumbled as I looked over my shoulder to steal a glance at the dark-haired woman studying every curve and fold in the skin of my body. Wouldn't she like to see me play `The Shower Siren?'A Fertility Clinic employee, usually female acted as a towel girl in the shower. Working topless or in a black two-piece, the Shower Siren toweled the bulls, emerging from the shower. Males donating their sperm needed to be aroused after a shower to make the donation process efficient.I could see from reading her expression, Dr. Velour's dark-haired pear-shaped companion, scrutinizing my body, wouldn't mind being toweled down by me."Some sirens prefer the top; Others go topless," Giggling the clerk chided, "The bull may need help from a soft touch to go hard." The Clerk asked, "Do you need the top?"When I with a grimace complained that my boobs felt extraordinarily heavy today and later, in the day, I had exams in my remaining courses at the University, the clerk in a cheery voice, asked in a hush, "on your period?"When I nodded that I felt it coming on, the clerk offered to reassign me to play the Judas Goat escorting and supervising inspection of donors by perspective purchasers of their output. "The girl assigned called in sick. All you have to do as Judas Goat is inspect the bulls in the barn," rolling her eyes with a smile, "y'know, the donor's locker, send those who need a little touch-up to grooming, escort them to the gym to wait, to lead the bulls into Dr. Velour's little theatre for viewing and to stand by while the purchasers examine them."Glancing toward the dark-haired woman still scrutinizing me, I expressed interest, "Escorting the bulls, I won't be on display. The guys are. Sounds interesting.""You are familiar with the drill," the clerk asked, "you bring the bulls through to put them on display on stage in Dr. Velour's theatre downstairs, aren't you?"On display, hmm, Dr. Velour, in her monitoring of my internship in the Western Avenue Fertility Clinic, told me that the essence of business is presentation. In business, the premises, the personnel and the product are constantly on display for the interested public. "Think of it in this vein," Dr. Velour enunciation of the clinic's purpose brought grins to the faces of all those within earshot, "our product ultimately is people, selectively bred people."Dressed in scrubs, I, waiting unnoticed in the entrance to the men's locker, listened to the bulls selected to be put on display. Naked, but for the inverted triangular dome girding their genitalia, the men were chattering among themselves.Responding to our 'cattle call,' these men were teasing a new listing in our stud book. "Nothing to it," one assured the newcomer, "a little pampering, grooming and body sculpting, on display in the gym working out, stand around naked for inspection and collect some dough."Another quipped, "inspection? Watch out for the tall, tear-dropped shaped dykes, they like to check what they've been missing."A third exclaimed, "Some will test your elasticity to see if they can, eh, drag you to come along."The next in line suggested, "pulling the plunger; lugging the lever; nuzzling the love nuts."The third countered, "prodding the prostate."Another disagreed, "Naw, the lezzies draw the thrill of arousal not from physical contact, but from the control through the exercise of physical power."Entering swinging my hips, I announced, "So, here's my refrain: is the sow who has the power to unblock the cock, release the manpower, and inflict pleasure and pain in total control?"Waiting for the laughter to die down, I explained the agenda. "Good morning, gentlemen. Thank you for coming in this morning. Today, you will be displayed to prospective purchasers of your seminal fluids."Pausing deliberately to depress the button to release the cock-blockers, I continued, "After you deposit the cock blocker in the bin, stand on the line hands on your head, stand on the line hands on your head, and wait. Come forward for my inspection when I call your name.""Allen, first name George," I rang out the first name as I donned my surgical gloves. "Blond hair neatly cut; darker facial hair sculpted along jawbone strikingly attractive."Most of the men stood stoically looking ahead. The newbie, peering out from the row of naked men, cried out, "Examined like a piece of meat.""No, think of it this way: we're on display like a prized stallion in the corral," a man in line exclaimed."Like a bucking bronco in the rodeo, we're the product the public comes to see," a neighbor patted the newbie on the back."Or," exclaimed another, "wants to see cum. Whatever it takes to make the sale!""Making the sale," in her monitoring of my paper on my internship, Dr. Velour instructed, "there is no difference between dealing with the male sperm donors, the female surrogates and the ultimate purchasers of the finished product. All are sales. To make a sale, there must be a perceived need, interest, and money. When those coincide, there will be a sale."When the chuckling died down, I explained, "Today's inspection is more thorough than the cursory once-over, we give you when you come to shower, use the gym, or donate. Today before subjecting you to display for a serious buyer's consideration, we must scrutinize every hair, every fold in the skin and every pore very carefully to remedy any possible blemish. Shall I proceed with my examination?"Feeling Allen's underarms, for evidence of hair follicles, I asked, "depilatory cream?" Receiving a nod, I continued, "Chest clean except for small patch of curly hair over sternum." I commented, "Some customers like that.""We aim to please." Allen responded confidently.After a grimace from me quelled the round of laughter echoing off the tiles of locker, my exploration of Allen's lower abdomen, pelvic crease, inner thighs, and scrotum revealed, "smooth pubes, sleek legs. Every woman would be jealous. Turn around.""Here comes the money shot," muttered Allen as he exaggerated his compliance.I shook my head at the ribald comments Allen's remarks drew. I chided the men, "I can dress you guys up, but I can't take you out."When the laughter subsided, I attended to Allen. Now with Allen's back to me, I ran the palm of my hand along his muscular shoulders across his back and hips to the base of his spine. I announced, "back hairless." ordered, "bend over, spread your legs." With the subject in position, I superficially probed his crack with my gloved index finger, I declared Allen's anal cavity to be "satisfactorily silky and sheer."Allen was about ready to move toward the showers when I signalled him to stand by. I called up the newbie. Looking down at my electronic notepad, I asked, "Your name sir.""Tim Bogen," said he as he extended his hand."Hands on head, Mr.Bogen," I reminded Mr.Bogen in a pleasant voice with a smile. Giving him a quick look-over and feeling stubble in his underarms, I remarked, "You shave, but when it grows in, it can be uncomfortable prickly." Turning to Mr.Allen, I asked, "could you escort Mr.Bogen to grooming?""No problem," Allen firmly promised. To Bogen, Allen asked, "coming?" Answering Bogen's protests about being on public display walking naked in the common area, Allen declared, "We're on display. We're what people pay for. Come!"I held my hand up to signal the rest to keep quiet until I heard the door hinges squeak and the door swished shut. Once Mr.Bogen was out of earshot, the room exploded in laughter.Once the catcalls dissipated, I observed, "I would have escorted Mr.Bogen myself, but then rules would have required me to undress and shower before leading you downstairs. If our customers caught me naked, they might have thought I was on display. Naturally, due to my beauty and brains, our customers would insist your output be injected inside me.""Wouldn't your husband be jealous?" came the catcalls."On the other hand," I rose to the challenge, "We do need a new car. Like most men, Jerry wouldn't mind sacrificing my svelte figure as a necessary trade-off for acquiring new wheels."Collecting the men after their shower, I led the men down the long ramp that led to the subsurface gym. Peering over the railing, I noticed Dr. Velour in the pool naked swimming laps.Rejoining the gaggle after escorting Tim Bogen to grooming, Allen, spying on Dr. Velour easily gliding through the water, rendered an appraisal, "Doc, is one who practices what she preaches. She puts her frame on display. A pretty good one at that, what is she 35, 40, maybe, with an hourglass figure of a 17-year-old cheerleader? Firm DD boobs, thin waist, muscular arms and legs, firm butt. Yet they say, she herself produced three children to support herself while she was in med school.""I wonder why," Bogen asked."Money, my friend!" thundered Allen. In a gentler tone, Allen added, "Same reason we're get up early in the morning to cum hitched up to a post. Bright girl! I wonder how much money it would take to get her to grow another child?"In her oversight of my internship research paper, Dr. Velour reflected on motivations, "with the bulls, the male sperm donors, for the most part, what draws in the bulls is the money. Beyond that, the donors never think of their role in selective breeding. What happens when I sew their wild seed concerns them not. Not one has asked about the female who might have been impregnated or even wondered that I might use their sperm to inseminate their wife, their sister, or even their mother.""And the money keeps them coming?" I asked.A wicked smile appeared on Dr. Velour's thin lips as I covered by mouth with my hands when I realized what I had said. In the silence that followed, a distant contemplative glaze masked her face as she paused to ponder. After a silent interlude, Dr. Velour spoke, "The bulls can eh—`come,'" She halted at that word, "so long as I can market their 'cum.'"When we finished laughing, Dr. Velour rephrased my question, "You meant to ask: what keeps completely domesticated men, balls locked down in the cock blocker, returning faithfully to my gate standing in line like livestock for inspection before release of ejaculate into a hitching post?"Waiting for the bulls donning simple cotton triangles over their jocks to begin a workout, I noticed fleeting, furtive movement in the darkened alcove overlooking the pool and gym. From that balcony, the flickering shadows enjoyed a commanding view of the activity of men in cotton athletic supporters on in the hallowed out underground cavern that housed the gym and pool.At that Dr. Velour toweling her naked body down joined me. Looking up to the gallery, Velour tossing the towel aside, "You've noticed our premier prospective purchasers up in the gallery. People will tell me they search for qualities of intelligence, sensitivity and compassion in a man, but it's the flexed muscles of our well-hung livestock on display during the exhibition in the gym which generates the interest that leads to sales."With a smile, Dr. Velour told me to bring the livestock to the operating theatre. "I'll," Dr. Velour promised, "fetch the purchasers." Hands on her bare flanks pushing her chest out dangling her breasts enticingly in my face, Dr. Velour, groaning with a distinctive tone of disappointment inflecting her voice, smirked, "I suppose I will have to dress.""The livestock on stage will be appropriately herded on stage, dressed for their part in the selection," I said with a grin."Have you given thought to the assignment I have given you for your paper: the motivations of the male donor?" Dr. Velour asked. "I deem the donor's sacrifice, enforced chastity outside the clinic between donations, is relatively mild by comparison to the demands placed upon the bodies of our female surrogates. Yet, I have no problem keeping my stud book full." After a pause, Velour added, "You're here to study motivations. Explain the magic?"When I blew my whistle, Mr.Allen yelled out, "Showtime!" Patting Tim Bogen on the back, Allen rendered an assurance which sent Bogen's eyebrows twitching,"What's a few seconds," Allen teased Bogen, "of jerking your jock strap off, bobbling your balls, coddling your cock, and bending you over to poke your prostate." A look of discomfort appeared on Bogen's face, but he filed into the theatre with the other bulls.As we entered the theatre bright lights on the stage automatically flicked on. During the procession down the left-hand aisle, less intensive overhead fixtures suddenly illuminated the three rows of seats.

Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex

1st day at fertility clinic intern learns lesson in business..By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When I arrived at the Western Avenue Fertility Clinic to begin my first shift at 4:30 AM, I was surprised to find the oversized closet that housed the locker room already abuzz. Although I, forewarned that I must undress and shower to enter the facility, had my auburn hair cut short, I was unprepared for the scene of women packed into the right side of the locker room. I was barely able to hear the security officer's directions over the din of high-pitched voices cackling. The dozen or so women, mostly 40ish or older, crammed in together, were busy undressing and stowing their clothes in lockers on their side of the room.Eek! I almost freaked out. I was a college intern in a fertility clinic. These women, paunches hanging, most of them twice my age, wouldn't their appearance discourage nubile young women from inseminating themselves? The ladies faced their lockers chatting among themselves oblivious to the naked men, on the other side of the room idly standing by. Game, I sighed, the game calls.Pushing my way through the bodies packed together, I nearly passed out from the bouquet of perfumes rising from half naked bodies before I reached my assigned locker. "The new girl?" asked the bare-chested lady to my right. "I'm `Rory, short for Aurora and that slut, she's," Rory pointed to the lady on my left who was bending over to remove her panties, "Astra short for Astarte."Forcing a smile, I tried not to stare at her shaven pubis.Smiling back at me, Astra explained, "My parents were into mythology. Astarte is the goddess of love. Appropriate for St Valentine's Day?" She paused. "As the daughter of the moon goddess, Astarte was granted the crescent moon for her symbol.""So," Rory exclaimed, "reporting in this early, you're caught between night and day." When I looked over my shoulder at the naked men, Rory assured me, "Oh, they're not in cock-blockers but still harmless."Shaking her head, Astra interjected, "It's the law. We have to live with.""During my time in school," I replied as I removed my top, "we needed accustom ourselves to undressing in front of drooling guys.""Ah, equality reigns," Rory sighed, "Allow me," Rory requested permission to unhook my bra, "Gender equality means the employer doesn't have to pay for separate locker rooms for men and women.""But, we can't fault our employer on that score," Astra interjected as she swept the unhooked bra off my shoulders and flung it in my locker, "You'll see Dr. Velour in here, bare to the bone, prancing to the showers before she does her rounds.""And you can feel her beady black eyes upon you whenever she's around," griped Rory."If you can't exclude men from the ladies' locker," I chuckled hobbled on one foot to remove my sneakers, "There is the hope real men might control the occasional perv."Raising her penciled eyebrows, Rory snickered, "Not to worry. These guys are more embarrassed than we are. We count on them remaining hypnotized by our beauty," she wiggled her body, "while we get ready for the herd to race, like cattle on the trail, for the shower.""Judging by swollen schlongs," I looked over my shoulder as I planted a hand on Rory's bare shoulder for balance to step out of my dungarees, "I might think not.""Actually, judging by their bulging eyes, we count on that," Rory snickered. Placing a hand on my bare shoulder, leaning into me to whisper, "We put a show in the shower for the guys. Just play along. It's fun to watch them react. Are you a-game?""A-game! Rub-A-Dub-Dub! Slinging soap in the shower," I nervously quipped, "should be good clean fun.""Huh!" Rory snorted, "just clean fun. Yeah.""Hurry, along," urged Astra, standing behind me, "the cleaning uniform, large frock and trousers, is the same for both—eh all sexes. We like to get the pants so that the guys are left in frocks sans culottes.""Think of it," Rory smiled, "it's the race for the pants in the battle of the sexes."Then Rory and Astra grabbed each of my arms. Out of the locker stepping onto the cold steel of the catwalk, I felt that same tingle that I felt earlier with Jerry. There's a certain excitement in racing naked stampeding like cattle. Could it be the exaltation of freedom, violating social norms? I wondered.On the passageway I melded into a herd of bare breasts bobbing and bare bubbly butts bouncing which bolted across the cold steel bridge toward the bright light radiating off the tiles of the shower.At the entrance to the shower, a tall thin girl named Doulchia in a two-piece reduced the stampeding cows to a line of contented calves, awaiting assignment to a spigot. "My task," Doulchia rang out an order in singsong as she arranged a line along the railing, "it is decreed, to corral the bare ass, make them pay heed."Running with the pack had an advantage. I didn't think. I didn't look at the others in the horde. Now, on edge, I nervously looked at the other women. All pubis were hairless.I restrained myself from shrieking when Rory grabbed my attention by gently rubbing my back. "Good," Rory told me, "you cut your hair short. It dries faster. Consider clipping your muff."Aghast, I struggled to thank her.Sorting out the dozens of naked women for use of a few showerheads, Doulchia rang out her rhyme, "The shower managed skillfully, for maximum efficiency, in planning activity, for rub-a-dub-dub with dignity, three heads fitted, under the same spigot."As I came up to Doulchia, Rory chided her, "putting your bottom in a thong took away two panels for ..""I lost two pockets," Doulchia cracked in a lyrical voice, "but I still have the sockets, to stow your deposits."I looked from Rory to Astra for a clue. "Ugh," Rory grunted, "Nurses and aides get first choice on the best customers anyway."I was pleased that Doulcia, the tall thin girl in charge of the shower, placed me under a spigot with my locker-mates, Rory and Astra. Pointing to a spigot, Doulchia intoned, "Rub-a-dub-dub, watch for the hubbub, three for a scrub."Three of us found ourselves under a spigot. "Hands up," Rory roared an order. Up to the mindless game of splashing around, I mechanically complied. As Rory lathered under my arms down my sides to my butt, she whispered, "We need to move quickly. We're caught between night and day. You have to handle Astra."Back turned to me, Astra raised her arms. Her shaven armpits had little nubbies where hair follicles had been removed. As I worked down her soft flesh, a sudden tingle up my spine inspired the remark, "electrostatic," I exclaimed, "yet so different from touching a man."I know what happened even though I can't explain why. My body took charge. I had never intended to have found my fingers roaming from the pillowy underside of her breasts down her stomach to the smooth flesh of her mound. In response, Astra, leaning backwards into my breasts, engaged me."Reverse," Rory abruptly ordered. We jumped in unison to about face. Snickering at the men, Rory muttered, "just watch the bouncing boobs."I tended to Rory as Astra caressed my breasts with a slick soapy fluid. Expanding circular motions probing downward from my nipples brought her fingers across my belly and lower abdomen to my vaginal lips. I moistened the ruby red rim of my mouth with my tongue. I had never been disloyal to Jerry from the time I met him. Why were my own greedy fingers probing Rory's vagina pulling her back into me? Was it just a game? I was close to cumming when Rory ordered, "Enough Rub-a-dub-dub. Show's over. Quick rinse off."With the sting of a swat on my wet butt, Rory assured me, "It's only a show." Invited to look over at the guys, I laughed. Their eyes transfixed, the guys stood by, schlongs effervescing. "Works all the time," Rory quipped as we passed by the guys to towel off, "Game set and match!"Claiming the cleaning uniform's pants, Astra chanted, "We get the pants," Astra laughed, "and the guys get the lacy underpants."Descending the long staircase into the sub-surface gym, Rory advised, "we usually don't have much in the gym besides spraying disinfectant, wiping down the equipment and mopping the floor.""Oops," Astra interjected, "not to forget cleaning Dr. Velour's office."As we wiped down the exercise equipment, Astra explained, "we usually don't find anything gross. Guys, whether employees or donors; must wear an athletic supporter in the gym. That should be sufficient to sop up any emissions.""Laundry," Rory smirked peering into a circular clothing bin and waiving off the stink, "has to deal with any ugh," her face contorted "man goo."Looking toward the pool with a look of disgust, Rory commented, "The guys swim nude in the pool. Fortunately, the guys in maintenance have to clean the slime over there."Returning to street level to pass through to clean the treatment rooms, we were required to strip and shower. "You may bemoan, Subject to inspection, at change of zone, More Rub-a-dub-dub, for your protection, crammed into the tub, to prevent infection.."Standing naked, shivering, arms criss-crossed over my breasts, I waited with Rory and Astra for assignment to a spigot. Ready to assign us to a spigot, Doulchia, pointing to a spigot, exclaimed, "to scrub, bacteria insidious, a good rub-a-dub-dub, fastidious."Rory held her palms out as if in question. To the unvoiced inquiry, Doulchia simply shook her head. A brazen look on her face, disbelief creeping into her voice, Rory pleaded, "nothin` on Valentine's Day?" Looking toward me, Doulchia nodded. Rory protested, "She's just got over the shock of a little rub-a-dub.""Damn!" Astra complained, "early bird men, cock unblocked, dangling free, are good tippers."Doulchia laughed, "Don't huff, some guys get a rush, from a muff, that is plush."After a quick shower, we donned frocks and thongs to enter the male treatment rooms. The room selected to begin looked like a normal medical treatment room, except Rory explained it had a hitching post, a simple pillar, 5' feet high by 2' feet wide in the center of the tiled floor instead of an examination table. "Fire plug shaped, the device simulates a man crunching a female against the wall. This is the Customer's prime choice of fantasy," Rory commented."Each room is equipped with a visor. Unlike the old-fashioned fertility clinics," Rory explained, "we don't hand out girly pictures. This shield," Rory held the visor, darkened like sunglasses as she wiped it with disinfectant, "draws the guy into the experience. It presents him with a vivid virtual sexual encounter.""Dr. Velour designed the device and scripted the fantasies herself," Astra interjected. "It's set for the introduction.""When the subject dons the visor, he's drawn into a different reality. His imagination overrides the intellect. The fantasy becomes a reality in his mind. Here try it out," Rory offered it to me. "We'll start cleaning up the room."As Rory nodded to Astra to begin spritzing the room with disinfectant, I hesitantly held the visor in my hands, undecided whether to put it on.Turning to me, Astra noted, "It's just like a video game, with the plus that you'll explore Dr. Velour's vision, a female spin on a male fantasy."I looked around the room. A pungent odor of disinfectant rose as Rory began to hum a gentle tune as pushed the mopped across the white tiled floor and Astra wiped down the table and cabinets."For the cause of research," I sighed as I tentatively donned the visor holding my hands at its edges ready to flip it off my head. The sounds of chatting passersby in the corridor faded away, along with Rory's sweet singsong and the swoosh of her mop and the pungent odor of an ammonia-based disinfectant.Veiled in the shield, I found myself alone in the examining room. On the visor I envisioned Doulchia. Her two-piece gone, a ghostly counterpart of Doulchia appeared in my vision clad in a starched white nurse's uniform enter the room with a tall carrot red topped naked male subject, thick red hair hung from almost every inch of the subject's body, except his freckled lower abdomen and butt. His schlong hung prominently against a fur free crotch and nuts.After securing the subject's feet to the floor in front of the post, then, donning gloves, Doulchia's ethereal presence reached into hitching post and pulled out a sleeve and secured the man's schlong. "A guy's imagination won't suffice," The specter of Doulchia's phantom explained, "to reach a level of excitation, requires a device, to provide physical stimulation."His schlong secured, Doulchia's spiritual presence, locking the red-haired man's arms around the pillar, noted "the pillar is a soft and rubbery, delightful to his touch, a cozy 91 degree,, tempting so much, drawing him into her clutch."The image in the visor of the subject hitched to the post faded away into swirls of green, yellow and red colors which settled into the apparition of a figure, a man perhaps, in an embrace with a fire-plug shaped pillar. Doulchia's voice as the swirling colors warmed from green to yellow and yellow to red and red to a deep crimson. "Thermographic images dazzle," Doulchia's illusion continued her lecture, "by the intensification, of the subject's arousal, with increasing stimulation."When the colors dissolved, the subject was gone. In front of me appeared Astra soft pale body bare but for a micro thong damming her love canal. The extra fat disappeared from her belly; her small breasts floated like globules on her chest; her nipples erect. To her right stood Rory, pendulous boobs, nude, her crotch hairless. On her left, were two males one with his genitalia wrapped up in the cock block; the other hanging free."But Rory and Astra shouldn't be here," I protested, "They're supposed to be cleaning."The apparition of Doulchia re-appeared in her nurse's uniform between Rory and Astra on her right and the men on her left. "Your co-workers about their task, Stand in contrast, to your fantasy, here we broadcast, only what you fancy.""What now?" I asked.Dulchia's phantasm smiled, "Sing a sweet song, for the pair you select, to entertain, playing ping pong, on the subject's brain.""Huh?" I was taken by surprise.The image of Doulchia chanted a clarification, "In your vision, time for a decision, a pair to cuddle, two by two division, your preference for a couple?"The question hung. I chose Rory and Astra—or the images of them to entertain the Red-haired subject.

A college senior applies for internship & tours state of the art Fertility Clinic.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Western Fertility Clinic:Chapter 1: The Intern.Moving around the examination room naked to keep from shivering, I studied the anatomical illustrations on the wall. "Ms. Warbler," Nurse Rhonda Chafer, a tall, broad shouldered woman in scrubs filled the doorway, "Doctor, will be with you presently." When I pointed to the bundle of clothes in her hands, she assured me, "your clothes will be returned at the end of your tour of the facility."Clothes removed for a perfunctory examination by the nurse, I now awaited Dr. Velour, the operator of a fertility clinic. I had applied for an internship to complete coursework for my degree in Industrial Psychology.The hardboiled female nurse; had her arms cradling the bundle of my street clothing. She apologized for leaving me, "in an unclothed condition." She took a breath. "Ms. Warbler, unfortunately, we're short on those disposable hospital gowns at the moment. They're reserved for patients. Try to make yourself," she paused with as smirk, "as comfortable as possible."I chuckled and replied; "I was sent here as a prospective intern for my college research paper in Industrial Psychology and end up politely plucked of my plumage and palpitating," I made light of my situation.Once Nurse Chafer left the room, I studied the images on the wall which depicted a naked blond woman, smiling as she rubbed her belly through various stages of pregnancy designed to demonstrate the expanding belly and burgeoning breasts.Instinctively, I turned around. A short woman, youngish for a doctor, Eda Velour, smiling pleasantly, arms crossed over her lab coat, stood silently by, observing me. "That's what we do here. We make women who can't or won't manage it the natural way for some reason or another, pregnant. Their reasons would make a fascinating study for your project. Wouldn't it?"In my initial interview with Dr. Velour before the physical, I had been advised, "The clinic has certain privacy and proprietary concerns," Dr. Velour aggressively leaned forward to forcefully assert, "primarily to protect our clientele, but also to protect the business. Virile men, mostly young, college age, many just boys your age; possibly you've seen them about the campus, come here to donate sperm; nubile women come here to be impregnated. You would have to sign a confidentiality agreement, like every employee. In your case, you must surrender editorial control over the contents of your paper."Beginning her examination, Dr. Velour read from her electronic notebook. "Amy Warbler, age 22, Female, Heterosexual, in a relationship, sex 3 or 4 times a week," Dr. Velour looked up, paused to shoot me an evil smile and snickered, "lucky girl. Birth control, preferred position woman on top," the Doctor raised her penciled-in eyebrows noting, "position resolved by wrestling? You may take advantage of our gymnasium to limber up."Gymnasium? I wondered. Where does Dr. Velour hide it? From the street, the clinic appeared to be located in a simple store front."Yes," Dr. Velour commented, "A hearty work out would do you good before you engage in your next round of the battle of the sexes with your partner.""Good exercise, indeed!" I declared. The enthusiasm of my response drew a delayed reaction of momentary shock and amusement when I added, "Jerry likes a stiff challenge.""You're here to study Industrial Psychology up close in a people intensive industry," Dr. Velour, belatedly reacting to my double  entendre with a strained smile, noted."Like you said," I replied with a chuckle, "this business produces people. The women pay to get pregnant. Understanding their motivations could be an important factor in recruiting new business.""Indeed," Dr. Velour agreed. "Can I ask what interested you in performing your internship requirement through the Western Fertility Clinic?""Your Facility," I advised her, "is strategically located between my off-campus apartment and the campus, and within walking distance of both.""Indeed, the role of convenience in making choices, even in the weighty matters of life, boils down to the old saw: location, location, location." Dr. Velour shot me a pleasant smile. "Ok, Nurse Chafer took all the lab work and took your vitals," Dr. Velour, looking down at her electronic notepad, reminded me, "Now, let's get to work. My style of internal examination is different from those you might have experienced." After a pause, Dr. Velour ordered, "Turn around, feet apart, bend at the waist. Nurse lubricated your anal cavity to take a rectal temperature. Just to make things go smoothly," Dr. Velour, a glistening smile sprouting, paused, "I'm going to do it again."I sighed as I steeled myself to send my mind somewhere else. "Despite powerful hands," I, turning my back to the Doctor, recounted, "Nurse Chafer administered a gentle massage with considerable patience." I took a deep breath as my bare feet were gently pushed further apart by a gentle nudge from Dr. Velour's sneakers.I grunted as Dr. Velour announced that "I am conducting a bimanual internal examination of the anal and vaginal cavities." Reflexively, I gasped as I bucked up against her penetrating thumb and fingers."I'm going to," Dr. Velour, leaning over me, implanting her breasts into my back, advised, "palpate your lower abdomen for signs of ovarian, renal or intestinal abnormalities."Hmm, my mind brought me to rolling on the floor with Jerry. When emerging on top, Jerry held me face down for doggy style penetration. Jerry's hands would reach across my belly. "I'm feeling for my cock," he'd whisper, "to jerk myself off inside you."Much like Jerry making love, Dr. Velour, examining me, sent nimble fingers across my pubis. Both hands met inside me long enough to vigorously tease my clit. My breathing became rapid. I ground my ass against her intruding fingers while I softly murmured, "fuck me."I tended to me much louder while I pumped Jerry for his man sap."There," Dr. Velour retracted her fingers slowly softly caressing my clit and vaginal lips on the way out, out, "that didn't hurt a bit. If you're ready for your tour, I'll have the nurse escort you to the employee showers.""Clothes?" I reminded Dr. Velour by holding my hands away from my hips to display my bare body.She promised that "Nurse should see to clothing," I waited for what seemed to be an eternity until the nurse tapped on the door and entered."Ready?" When I requested my clothing, Nurse Chafer touched her notebook and a hidden door behind one of the anatomical charts opened. Though a passageway, we found ourselves upon a steel grated catwalk illuminated by light bulbs dangling from a wire. "First showers," the nurse, pointing to the catwalk, ordered, "shall we go?" Noting my surprise, the nurse added, "Back stage."I sighed when my bare feet touched the steel grid. The nurse chuckling, pointing to either end of the building, "This is called the walk of shame. It connects the lockers with the showers. The fertility clinic is a sterile environment. Employees shower with an antibacterial soap before and after work and in migrating between different zones."Biting my lip, I wondered what had propelled my bare feet forward onto the cold steel grid of the catwalk? Momentarily pausing to look over the rail, I was shocked to see immediately below me the overhead lighting structure for a swimming pool and gym. I looked at my escort in confusion. The clinic's frontage on Western Avenue gave no clue of such an extensive underground operation. Was this an athletic club or a fertility clinic?Nurse Chafer, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder and peering over the rail, noted, "one of the perks offered to the sperm donors, free gymnasium. Some employees use it in their free time. Males exercise with an athletic supporter; swim nude. Females are issued a two-piece.""And genetic male employees who identify as female," I prodded. "Must trans-men wear the jock strap in the gym and swim nude?""The issue of trans-men in the gym has yet to arise," came the curt reply. "Any second thoughts?" the Nurse asked with an evil grin.I sighed. "Going forward isn't solely a question of having already pliantly complied this far. I need this internship to graduate. The incentive of a paycheck is sufficient to endure," I grimaced, "unusual conditions."A bright light, reflecting off glistening tiled walls, shining at the end of the catwalk, marked the showers. "With pressure from local human rights commission upon all employers to provide equality for trans-men," Nurse Chafer explained as we proceeded to the shower. "We don't provide separate lockers or showers for employees reporting in. New employees can be eh; uneasy in the beginning. It wears off."Chuckling at her "interesting choice of words," I suggested, "Guys standing there, drooling at girls; like the silliness in junior high school gym classes.""Some older employees have had more difficulty adjusting," Nurse Chafer positioned me under a spigot, instructing "Stand there." Moving out of the way, the nurse added, "but in this business, we're looking at naked males getting jerked off by a machine and nude females getting eh, stimulated eh, pre-insemination; all day long. Otherwise," the nurse added as soapy water rained down on me, "functional nudity for the coed shower seems ordinary enough."As I toweled off, the nurse handed me a two piece and white athletic socks and sneakers. Holding up top and bottom in front of me and stretching the thong, I remarked, "less than one pass of the shuttle didn't leave much fabric."While I stepped into the thong, the nurse commented, "One size fits all! You'll find the material is very pliable. It expands," she explained while I took a breath to pull the top over my boobs, "to fit most figures."From the employee showers, I was led into the donor's showers where the nurse waived to Alison, a barefoot woman in a skin-tight pastel bikini before we passed down a ramp into the gym. As we passed under the level of the gym's overhead lights, I went blind for a second."You'll get used to it," Nurse Chafer smiled. At the white tiled, gym level we came past three offices. At the first office, the door was closed. The blinds over glass window in the door and the wall were shuttered. The nurse noted, "Dr. Velour's and Dr. Stroker's private office." A smaller office's door was open. "This would be your office. You keep your notes and prepare your paper here. Nothing leaves the building."In the next office, blond-haired Greta, the manager of the gym, rose, muscular thighs flexed, to greet us. "Nurse Chafer, is this our new intern?"Strong arms gripping me, Greta explained, "the gym is a perk for our hearty stallions for a time left unbridled to work off frustration. Employees may workout in their spare time.""Do many employees take advantage of the gym?" I asked."Out of two dozen regular employees," Greta advised, "only two or three, mostly men participate in off duty gymnastic exercise and swimming. What keeps more men on staff away, surprisingly is the nudity. Like patient and donors, to enter the pool, male staff must have body hair depilated. Female patients and employees are welcome but only an occasional woman other than myself or Dr. Velour takes advantage.""Naturally, I suppose. While I'm on the cleaning crew, I suppose I will be working down here, occasionally," I responded."You will be given an hour to record your observations," Greta noted, "and to go over your findings with me or Dr. Velour." Holding her arm out toward the gym, "Shall we tour our state of the art gym?"After a tour of the nicely shined exercise machinery, Greta, taking a few minutes to work dead lifting weights, questioned me, "How much iron do you suppose you can pump?"Transfixed by her powerful deltoids and biceps, I, when prompted, replied, "I never tested myself.""On janitorial staff, you'll have to lift some heavy weights," Greta, spoke without hesitating between reps, "Spend some time working out here. Now, nothing like the pool." Greta stripped off her running shorts and cotton T shirt, revealing a firm body, not an ounce of fat. "Join me," she invited.Nurse Chafer nodded to me to join Greta in the pool. Her glance, searing through the two piece, told me to swim nude. I managed two or three laps. I was standing on the deck covered in a towel shivering with my arms crossed, when Greta triumphantly raised her arms.Leaping out of the pool, Greta did some cartwheels on the deck. Wishing me well with a hug on my project here, Greta assured me, "We'll have some fun together." Palpitating my boobs, Greta whispered, "We'll harden your boobs, firm up that jelly belly and," with a playful whack on the butt, Greta declared, "tighten those muscles of that fleshy derriere!"Back in the shower, rinsing off, I was reminded by Nurse Chafer that in a sterile facility, a shower was required to move between different sections. As I toweled off, I accused Nurse Chafer of "just enjoying watching me naked.""I'm a nurse," Nurse Chafer retorted, "that's my privilege." Throwing me a smock, a thong, loose pantaloons, booties and hood—all a subdued light grey, Chafer noted, "it's a unisex cleaners' uniform."Informed me that the pants were optional, I tossed the pants back. "Jerry and I may wrestle for top position, but still Jerry prefers me to be 100% female. He wears the pants—because I say so."Reflectively, the nurse observed, "Your choice. Employees have a legal right to decide to determine a gender identity.""I've wondered how that works. Suppose a trans-man wants to be impregnated," I, throwing the grey smock over my head, asked, "or a FTM, female-to-male wants to donate sperm?"With a chuckle, the nurse paused to contemplate before formulating her response, "I leave it to the doctors to decide how to deal with the situation in which legal requirements come up against biological impossibility. Perhaps," the nurse's voice turned cheery, "you may play an important role: providing assistance, eh, coming with resolutions, eh, in rummaging through such; er, novel questions."From the employee showers, I was once again in the donor's showers where the nurse waived to Alison, a barefoot woman in that pastel bikini before we passed into male treatment rooms."Generally," the nurse explained, "cleaning in the AM begins here at 5AM. Males are depositing bodily secretions into the treatment rooms from 6AM onward. To prevent spread of disease, each room must be antiseptically cleaned before we open at 6 am and after each use." Escorting me behind the treatment rooms to an observation booth, the nurse suggested, "Let`s, take a peek. Shall we?"A flick of a switch rendered the wall transparent. On the other side of the wall a male was laying face down on a workout bench, muscles tensed, ass burnished red, legs spread across the bench, a darkened face shield enshrouded his head."It's very different from the classical sperm donation clinic," the nurse observed, "Ya know, the places where guys came in to jerk themselves off to pornographic pictures. Here the conditions replicate not only the mechanics of intercourse but also create the warmth of intimacy.""How do you replicate the physical conditions of intercourse?" I asked."The male is comfortably placed, in a sexual position of his choice," Nurse Chafer explained.” Here the male is lying face down; his genitalia is inserted in a sleeve, a thin pouch which is plugged," the nurse lifted her eyebrows and smiled in self-conceit, "into device which simulates the moist warmth and viscosity of a woman's orifice. The machine`s pulsations draw sympathetic responses in the male organs precipitating male orgasm yielding ejaculate.""And the opaque blinder?" I questioned, "aren't men very visual in arousal?""What you call `the blinder' is really a screen which creates a virtual reality either from stock footage or from an original production."

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Velour tracksuits was a common theme in the first hour. Plus, which QB has the most to prove this season? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Velour tracksuits was a common theme in the first hour. Plus, which QB has the most to prove this season? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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SUPACREE has finally successfully switched bodes with DEADMAU5– DEADMAU5 ENTERS WEARING A SWARVOSKI CRYSTAL EMBROIDERED SKINTIGHT VINYL BODYSUIT AND MATCHING CUSTOM MAU5 HELMET what the fuck, dude. Look at you, jackoff You are jackoff. I am DEADMAU5! *Coordinated light show and confetti.* Is that vinyl? Custom vinyl. But the crotch is velour. You are sick. I am DEADMAU5 (more confetti and coordinated lights) Ugh. For Christ's sake. He's not coming. Probably better off. DEADMAU5. (More confetti and lights) Ugh. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Titles says it all really, suit up. Jake gives a tell all about this year's OSL (Outside Lands for those of you like Dylan who had some trouble with that acronym), and we get to hear about Dylan's nearly fatal cactus injury. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/back-pocket/support

  It's July already and we are battling through a mountain of great new tunes. In this episode we have Cides - This being Human, Velour fog - Black Babylon, Red Stains - Fluid, Fatal Vision - Dominoes.

How do you react in complicated situations? What decisions do you make under duress, and why do your answers make you a complete psychopath? We take you through engrossing queries then answer them ourselves. Play along, it's a hoot, but you'll have to figure out why you're insane on your own time. #youcanleadahorse Other topics include: Velour's glorious obsession with Cake, Erin's uterus, Nathan deep cleans the bathroom, the most profound discovery in human history is lost forever in the mists of time, Lesbians, filmmaking, and infidelity, but nothing whatsoever about how Donald Trump won't be indicted yet again for more criminal activity. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the most downloaded podcast in the world! The Unimaginary Friendcast! The Unimaginary Friendcast is hosted by David Monster, Erin Marie Bette Davis Jr. and Nathan Von Edmondson. https://unimaginaryfriend.com/podcast/ And find us on Facebook  

William Shatner and Rob Lowe are energizing the podcast space. On today's episode we'll hear about Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson's Shakespearean reading event Rob and William were a part of, how going into space in real life is slightly more stressful than on television, William's new book "Boldly Go", and what we can do to help save our planet! Got a question for Rob? Call our voicemail at (323) 570-4551. Yours could get featured on the show! 

Trill Withers FAILS at Wheel of Fortune in this hilarious Best of The Week!! Join Trill Withers, Coley Mick, Scoob, Jam Packard and YC in this compilation of the best moments of the Trill Withers Show!! They kick off the show reacting to the hilarious viral clip of an Indiana University student failing at Wheel of Fortune. They then watch some young AAU players break the basketball code as they showboat their way across the court and remember Coach Longshirt pinning his own players layup. Scoob then presents his questionable theory on history and the gang criticizes Bob Meyers podcasting skills during his episode with Steph Curry. Finally, your favorite quad box rips off some rapid fire segments with Who you crappin, stories of Velour, Bill Simmons hot takes and Coley's unfortunate realization that he did not win the lottery. Please consider liking and subscribing to help grow the show!!!!   FULL VIDEO EPISODE: https://youtu.be/TxBlv2T3BVY Like, Subscribe AND Watch LIVE on YouTube M-F 12-3ET to chat along with us and check out the clips for our best moments so far! Give @UnderdogFantasy a follow as well for more from our buds! CUT TO IT WITH STEVE SMITH SR. AND COLEY MICK: Cut To It - YouTube COLEY AND KLEW'S START/SIT SHOW SUNDAY 12-1ET: Underdog Fantasy - YouTube

Fresh off of her win at Velour's Battle of  the Bands, Utah County–based artist Jane Beeson talks about her band, named Beeson, her songwriting style and more.  … read more The post Episode #405 – Beeson first appeared on SLUG Magazine.

Would you take a risk and have an exciting life, or remain the scared little Bitch you've always been? We whip out some unbelievably entertaining questions that make you think, laugh, and renew your zest for life. Some listeners even join in with adorable answers and some pithy questions of their own. #yourewelcome Other topics include: Thanksgiving, Spotify & Nathan's year in review, Know-it-alls, huggers & handshakers, Alleged Rapist Danny Masterson, Scientology, Colorado Gay Bar Hero, Susan, Sharon, Velour, & Craig, pizza, So sit back, relax, and enjoy the most downloaded podcast in the world! The Unimaginary Friendcast! The Unimaginary Friendcast is hosted by David Monster, Erin Marie Bette Davis Jr. and Nathan Von Edmondson. https://unimaginaryfriend.com/podcast/ And find us on Facebook

What started as a Halloween Cramps cover band just over a year ago has become one of the hottest and most talked about Reno rock bands in quite some time: I'm talking about the haute trash rock group Pussy Velour! With Wolfgang on vocals, Claire on electric guitar, Cale bass and Quinn drums, Pussy Velour […]

What started as a Halloween Cramps cover band just over a year ago has become one of the hottest and most talked about Reno rock bands in quite some time: I'm talking about the haute trash rock group Pussy Velour! With Wolfgang on vocals, Claire on electric guitar, Cale bass and Quinn drums, Pussy Velour […]

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Dan sits down with sensual goddess Kitty Velour to talk about sex, sensuality, and sexuality. She speaks about sexual liberation and her own journey toward sexual liberation, having grown up in a staunchly religious family. Kitty Velour - @kitty_velour https://dancewithkitty.com SPONSOR: PoleLOLs Watch Episode on Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL98uL3WcNhLwP06HnZjZr_4iWFYHYrFuY

Jeremy whips out his RV caulk at parties, Gary is a map projection expert, Tyson moulds minds on the earths shape, and our punkin cake, Cameron, tips over velour ropes at the bank. The Bush League Podcast is hosted by Gary Godfrey, Tyson Theriault, Jeremy Bourque, and Cameron Hare. They are four life-long friends who laugh, joke, tell stories, and make fun of each other. So listen to the show that's about nothing, and everything.

Velvet is often considered a luxurious fabric, but what impact does its production have on people, the planet, and animals? By Solene Rauturier at GoodOnYou.eco. Original post: https://goodonyou.eco/material-guide-how-sustainable-is-velvet/  Good on You is the world's leading source for fashion brand ratings. They're a group of campaigners, fashion professionals, scientists, writers and developers who care for our planet, people and animals and help drive the whole industry to become more sustainable and fair.  They help us understand we can all play a part in driving fashion to be more sustainable and ethical - by choosing to wear clothes from ethical labels; and by re-wearing, recycling, swapping and thrifting.  How to support the podcast: Share with others. Recommend the podcast on your social media. Follow/subscribe to the show wherever you listen. Buy some vegan/plant based merch: https://www.plantbasedbriefing.com/shop    Follow Plant Based Briefing on social media: Twitter: @PlantBasedBrief YouTube: YouTube.com/PlantBasedBriefing  Facebook: Facebook.com/PlantBasedBriefing  LinkedIn: Plant Based Briefing Podcast Instagram: @PlantBasedBriefing   #vegan #plantbased #veganpodcast #plantbasedpodcast #plantbasedbriefing #goodonyou #consciousconsumerism #sustainability #ecofriendly #ecofashion #velvet #velour #silk #silkworm #sericulture     

It’s season 9 wedding episode part 2 and we have a lot to discuss, from Emily and Kobe revealing their baby news, Miona and Jibri’s ceremony being held up by the delivery of a so-called arch, Patrick’s Brazilian dance moves and one officiant’s peculiar outfit choice. Come and be bitchy […]

It’s season 9 wedding episode part 2 and we have a lot to discuss, from Emily and Kobe revealing their baby news, Miona and Jibri’s ceremony being held up by the delivery of a so-called arch, Patrick’s Brazilian dance moves and one officiant’s peculiar outfit choice. Come and be bitchy […]

The Professor Jason Jones, The Athletic The Celtics turnovers crushed them again and the Warriors took advantage. Golden St is on the verge of a 4th NBA championship. The story of this series is Steph Curry's legacy but the resurgence of Andrew Wiggins is a close second. Whats next for him? 

Get $25 off each pair with offer code LinusTechTips at https://www.vessi.com/linustechtips Timestamps: (Courtesy of NoKi1119 -- Note: Timestamps may be off due to sponsor change) 0:00 Chapters 1:15 Intro 1:46 Topic #1 - Framework products updates 1:55 Framework's mainboard for sale, Apple's influence 5:33 Framework's mainboard schematics 7:54 Luke skeptical he will get his Steam Deck 9:06 Linus shows his OneXPlayer Mini GUNDAM, specs 12:28 Protecting IP via policies while allowing repairs 17:56 Discussing EOL, warranty & bankruptcy 23:23 LTTStore embroidered woman merch, MEMELORD promo 25:54 Topic #2 - Finalizing the new labs 26:12 Luke calls out Linus, Linus counter-calls out Luke 28:46 Linus spoils Luke with laptops 30:12 Moving to labs, writers & staff 32:54 Luke is NOT poor, stocks & investment 35:28 House update 41:42 Duvetyne, commando Cloth, Velour, Linus calls article out 43:04 Cole-Bar hammer, comparing to NFTs 44:56 From high school to PhD, first WAN show 46:22 Sponsors 49:40 Topic #3 - Elon Musk's Twitter saga 49:56 Anthony's sassy notes on the topic 51:06 Linus on bots in Twitter, neither are interested 53:34 Elon Musk on "initiate and execute lawsuits" 53:58 Tesla releases service & cables manuals 54:47 Linus's iconic clapping 56:44 Merch Messages #1 56:53 Decent priced keyboard with swappable switches 59:00 Keeping in touch with former LMG employees 1:02:06 Anxiety in front of camera or crowds 1:06:04 Game items compared to movies 1:17:33 Topic #4 - Microsoft patent for verifying media 1:18:18 Explaining the patent 1:20:08 Nintendo attempts to sponsor, Linus's response 1:26:11 Topic #5 - Nvidia's rumored 40xx series 1:26:44 Specifications & prices 1:27:32 AMD states their GPUs are better for performance per $$$ 1:29:34 Linus & Luke on better encoders 1:30:24 Merch Messages #2 1:30:30 Taking care of your beard 1:33:06 Games Linus plays with his kids 1:34:28 Ideas they wanted to do but couldn't justify 1:36:55 Outro

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