Connie Bedford - Private Duty Nurse

"Yeh, it's, it's… "

"It's male reproductive matter," she completed.

"Yeh, that's right," he agreed.

She went on, "Here we accept donations from men who want their sperm frozen for future use. We're most especially interested in geniuses and good physical specimens of manhood. Later, we may get to implant this sperm into a female who is also a genius or an exceptional physical specimen, and thereby produce an exceptional offspring."

"That's fascinating," he said.

"Also," she continued, "we even have some from men who wish to have their sperm implanted in one of their female offspring several generations from now."

"You mean a guy could end up being his own great-grandfather!"

She laughed, "Well, not quite, but almost."

"I'll be damned," was all he could say. And again she laughed. Then he said, "You mean anybody could put come, I mean, sperm into this bank?"

"Well, most everybody," she replied. Then she explained, "What we do is to make an examination of your sperm. And if it is all right, we tell you. Then you come around and give us all your family history and so on, and give us the sperm, and that's it."

"How 'bout that?" he marveled.

"Do you want to leave us a sample? You are a good physical specimen."

"Me? Yeh, but I didn't bring any with me."

"Oh, come now. I'm sure you always carry some around everywhere you go."

"Yeh, but, but… "

"We have cubicles in the back and, also, sterilized containers. Go back and squeeze us some out."

She had gotten up and was waiting for him in the doorway. Dumbly, he followed her into the back room. She led him to a small compartment, opened the door and told him to enter.

"Let me know when you're through," she said cheerfully, and then she left.

Inside the compartment was a chair. On a shelf were several empty jars. He dropped his pants and sat down. He tried beating his meat. But it was no use. He just couldn't seem to find the right combination of strokes to set himself off. And after a half hour he gave up, pulled up his pants and left the cubicle.

The woman was busy at a lab table when he walked up to her.

"Where is it?" she asked.

"Don't have any." he said.

"What? You've been in there a half hour. You could've had gallons by now."

"I must not have any."

"Oh bull," she said, "I can see it coming out of your eyeballs."

"Well, I'm sorry. Maybe some other time."

She sighed, "They just don't make young men like they used to."

"No ma'm," he hung his head.

"Maybe you just need some help."

"What kind of help?"

"Oh, what the hell kind of help do you think I'm talking about? Come over here."

He stood before her and she felt his cock through his pants.

"You're hard as a goddamn rock. And you're going to tell me that you can't get it off?"

"No ma m."

"All right, I get the picture. If I want anything from you I'm going to have to get it myself. Right?"

"I guess so."

"You young people think you're so goddamned clever. Let me lock the front door."

She went and locked the door and when she got back, she already had her blouse unbuttoned. "You're just about the same age as my son. He got married the other day. Married some young big-tittied bitch. I can't understand why he wanted a big tit woman. I don't have big knockers, do I?"

"I can't see 'em. You still got your bra on."

"Now," she said, "I'm not going to undress for you. You ought to be able to get your nuts off without my having to strip down like some night club performer. But I will take off my bra."

He stood there watching her as she removed her blouse.

"Come on, unfasten me."

She turned her back to him and he went over and buried his knuckles in her back and unhooked her bra. He tried to rub his hard cock against her rump, but she moved away.

"Now," she said, "I want to put my blouse back on. I feel chilly."

And keeping her back to him, she got back into her blouse and buttoned it completely to the neck. Then she turned and faced him. Her breasts were completely hidden under the ruffles and high collar. She smiled as she saw the expression on his face.

"Aww," she mocked, "did mommy's baby want some titty? Poor thing. Mommy is mean." She came over to him and felt his cock.

"Ohh, you've got to wee wee. C'mon, let mommy take you to the bathroom." She clamped down on his dick with an irresistible grip and led him to the toilet. Inside the toilet she unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. Next, she pried his underwear from around his erect cock.

"Oh, my goodness," she cried, "I think you have to do something else besides wee wee. Look at that!" She plucked his stiff limb and it made a dull sound as if someone had tapped a barrel full of wine. "Naughty, naughty, naughty, you've been thinking about sex again. Just look at your tom-tom."

She had been standing beside him in front of the commode, but now she stepped between him and the commode, forcing him to step back, and she gripped his cock and looking down on it, she shook it vigorously.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty," she said again. Then she said, "Well, since we're in here, I may as well use the toilet. I don't think you're going to get anything through anything as hard as that. Move back some, mommy has to pee."

Dumbly, he stepped back as she released his waving dong and reached for the hem of her skirt. She pulled the skirt up well past her hips, and she pulled down her panties. Blazer looked at her body. He saw a glimpse of her pussy thatch just before she sat down. And he also saw something he had never seen before. Her stockings were rolled tightly against her thighs like they were held there by a rubber band. She was the first woman he had ever seen wearing garters instead of a belt or panty hose. He looked at the tight garters cutting into her thighs as she sat there and his dick grew harder.

"Get down on your knees," she said, "I want to try something." He got down.

"Slip my panties off, dear."

She had worked them down past her knees, and now he worked them around her shoes as she raised each foot. Now she could spread her legs, and she told him to come in closer. When he did, she reached down and tried to pull up his cock, but it kept hitting against the front of the commode, so he had to move back somewhat until she could get the head of it on to the seat between her legs.

"Now dear," she grunted, "I want you to put the head of your peter right under my pee hole. I want to urinate on it."

Luckily the commode was a newer model and was built rather close to the floor. By kneeling straight up, he could get his dick close to where she wanted it. He felt the cool porcelain against his hot meat near the base of his shaft where it rested on the toilet seat, while the head of his cock was suspended in the coolness of the bowl just above the water, and just below her hot bottom. She wrapped her legs around him as best she could and slid forward. Like a bell clapper, his dick head began hitting against her ass. He discovered that he could make his cockhead hit against the bottom of her ass by tightening up on his ass muscles and, fascinated, he beat his dick against her ass.

"Oh, that's nasty, that's good and nasty!" she crooned. Then, Mommy's going to pee now. Oh yes, mamma's going to piss!" She tensed, and so did he. He kept his ass muscles tight, and his cockhead stayed against her bottom, and then he felt it. Warm wax began to flow over his cock. He heard water dripping into the commode. She moaned now, and he felt the force of her piss against the top of his dick. It clung to his shaft like hot honey. It ran down into his pubic hairs. It dribbled off his churning balls and dripped to the floor between his knees.

"Oh, oh, that feels so good. I had so much piss for you, darling. You want some tittie now?" She unbuttoned her blouse.