Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2006 17:01:45 +0000 From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com> Subject: Sperm Farm Chapter 7 Comments about this story are welcomed by the author, who will endeavour to reply to all emails on the subject. Sperm Farm Chapter 7: The Client Line Up Summoned by the tannoy to attend a Client Donation session, Daniel hastily read up his manual on the procedure. He didn't want to get things wrong – he'd already got one Punishment Detail lined up. `Attire,' he read. `Donors will attend client session wearing only the kit provided in the bag marked `Client Parade'. Daniel looked in the drawer, and found the polythene bag. Opening it he took out a tiny blue silk slip and a tight blue silk singlet. He stripped off, slipped on the kit. The singlet stopped short above his naval, and the narrow back of the slip mostly disappeared into his bum crack. He pulled on some flip-flops, and headed for the Client Donor Suite. Two doors provided entrance to the suite, one for staff and a separate one for clients. Daniel went through the staff entrance, where an attendant directed him through a door with a temporary label `Line Up'. He found himself in a locker room of sorts, with vanity bar, and floor to ceiling mirrors at intervals around the walls. Two further doors had signs on them indicating `Showers and Donor Room' and `Stage. Four other candidates occupied the room, all of athletic build, in their twenties to mid thirties, sporting different sized bulges under their miniscule slips, which came in different colours. "Hi! I'm John!" one introduced himself, a lad about the same age as Daniel. "You left it so late we thought we were going to be one short!" "Had a busy day so far," Daniel said, enigmatically, not wishing to detail his earlier ordeals. At that moment a young female staffer walked in. Her very tight singlet announced that she wore no bra between it and her nipples. She bore an ID badge that identified her as Jean from the Media section. "Hi! I'm Jean, and I'm here to explain the procedure and co-ordinate things. When I tell you, slip out of your flip-flops, and walk through that door." She nodded at a door marked `Stage. "Walk out on to the stage, turn and face the auditorium, and put your hands on your heads. After that, you'll be told what to do. And by the way, you won't be able to see the clients, as the footlights will blind you. " It all went quiet for a few minutes Then Daniel could hear soft music coming from the auditorium. "That means they're ready for you," announced Jean. "Off you go!" Daniel found he was nearest the door, and went in first. Footlights outlined the edges of the stage, and blinded him to the auditorium as Jean had predicted.. "Good evening," announced a voice through a loudspeaker. "This morning we are pleased to present to you in the flesh your five choices from our picture Gallery. Leading the way, we have Number 59!" Daniel walked up and down the catwalk, flexing his muscles, and twisting and turning. When he reached the end of the stage he turned to face the front, put his hands on his head, and turned to face the auditorium. "And next, we are pleased to present Number 81 ..." One by one the selected donors walked on to the stage, until they were all lined up. After a couple of minutes standing there, the announcer spoke again. "Right lads, will you now please remove your singlets, and walk slowly around the stage?" They all stripped off their singlets, dropping them where they stood, and slowly walked around. The announcer cut in again. "Please stand in line with your backs to the audience, legs wide apart, and bend over to touch the ground." After they had done this, Daniel heard footsteps, and realised a couple of people were entering the stage. Then he felt a hand slip between his legs, and gently cup his balls, feeling them through his silk slip for half a minute or so. He had just started to get a hard on, when the hand was withdrawn. Eventually, whoever it was, left the stage. "You may now stand, face the auditorium, and slowly walk off!" said the announcer. Daniel led the procession off. "Well done, you all did brilliantly!" enthused Jean. "What happens now?" asked Daniel. "One of you has been chosen. It's you, Daniel!" Daniel didn't know whether to be pleased that he was in for some extra cash, or nervous at facing the unknown procedure ahead of him. Jean dismissed the unsuccessful candidates, and informed Daniel that she was his Ejaculation Officer for the Client Donation. As she led the way along a narrow corridor with a door at the far end marked `Donor Room' she told Daniel that the male client was gay, and the female client, a lesbian. "They married for convenience," she explained. "It's a sexless marriage, but they want a child. Halfway along the corridor was an alcove on the right with a built in bench and a row of clothes hooks, on which hung two towels. Opposite the alcove, to the left of the corridor, was a door marked `Shower Room.' "Right!" said Jean, stopping at this point. "This is where you have a shower. Strip that slip off and hang it on a hook." As Daniel took his slip off, Jean started to strip as well, hanging her clothes on another hook. "You're having one, too?" asked Daniel, surprised, hardly able to keep his eyes off her hard protruding nipples. "Yes," Jean replied. "Sit down while I explain the procedure." So naked, they both sat on the bench, and Jean outlined the scenario for the client donation. "The company insists that for a Client Donation the donor must be personally washed by a member of staff. So I'm coming in to shower you. Besides, I have work to do, as well." "How do you mean?" Daniel asked. "The male client will arouse you, whilst I am arousing the female client," she said. "You must respond enthusiastically, but call for me when you are near the verge of cumming. Finally, as Ejaculation Officer, I will take over and make you cum into a syringe, which I will then immediately introduce into the Client's vagina, which I will have made moist and receptive." Daniel gulped. He had recently had plenty of experience at his prick and balls being fondled by men, but not in reciprocating. Jean got up, took Daniel by the hand, and led him into the the shower room. About six feet square, this was fully tiled with six shower heads, two on each of three walls. Jean turned on one control, and soon hot water was spraying from all the outlets over the whole room. She twirled Daniel around to ensure he got wet all over and then she stopped the water, and filled her hands with gel from a dispenser. "Arms out sideways, legs apart!" she ordered. Jean soaped him thoroughly all over, making sure he bent over while soaping his arse crack. By the time she had finished he had a raging hard on. "Good!" she beamed, looking at his erection. "I'll just give that another clean now that the skin's well stretched," and started soaping his penis for a second time." "If you do that for much longer there won't be a donation available for the Client!" observed Daniel. "If you cum, you cum. I won't mind – I'll take it as a compliment. But believe me, I have ways and means and will still make you cum for the Client!" She stopped soaping him, apparently satisfied with her work, and turned the water back on to rinse him off. Then she turned it off again. "Now you can soap me!" she invited. Daniel gelled his hands and soaped her all over. "Make sure you soap thoroughly between my legs," she insisted. Daniel needed no encouragement to gently soap the lips of Jean's cunt, back and forth, until she was beginning to gasp. Then he grabbed her by the buttocks and gently slipped his still erect prick inside her. She pulled away instantly. "Are you mad?" she asked. "A bit of fun is one thing, but if you came inside me there would be all hell let loose if it started dribbling out while the female client is tonguing my clit!" After Jean had rinsed off, they returned to the corridor alcove, and towelled each other dry. "Now we meet the clients," said Jean. "We go in like this. They have absolutely insisted that we both remain naked at all times in their presence." To be continued ... Next: The Client Donation