micro tg story

It was humiliating enough to be out of work, and to have to come to this obscure part of the hospital complex, fill out the photocopied forms on the worn clipboard, and sit down in the chairs among the other guys. None of them were older than 30. To add to it, my girlfriend was sitting there next to me. She'd had to drive me herself, since my car was in the shop and part of the money I'd get from making the donation would go towards getting it fixed.

So I sat there, looking at the ceiling, trying to avoid the glances of the other guys who were checking out my girlfriend, wondering who the hell this guy was who'd brought his partner to the waiting room of a sperm donation clinic. She was wearing a red flowery dress, had her sunglasses up on her forehead, and was reading one of the old, greasy fashion magazines they'd stacked on the coffee table in the middle of the circle of chairs. And typical of her, she seemed completely unbothered by the attention. She barely seemed to notice it, but I knew she did, and I knew she enjoyed it. The only other woman was the nurse, in her blue scrubs, who came in from time to time to get the next guy, and the next. After a few minutes they'd come down the hall, looking a little flushed from the 'effort,' and leave with their check.

Eventually, she came for me. "Mr. ------?"

"Yep," I said. "See you in a bit," I said to my girlfriend. She smiled and nodded at me.

Ten minutes later, I was even more humiliated. They had all kinds of materials to help a man get off, of course. Magazines, videos. Some of them weren't half-bad. But as I held this little plastic specimen cup, with the gradations on the side measuring out my semen in mL, I saw I was nowhere near the amount I'd need to give them to get my payment.

I realized I only had one way out of the situation, which was to get some help.

I put my pants back on, and pressed the button that let the nurse down the hall know I was 'finished.' I unlocked the door.

A moment later the nurse in her blue scrubs came in. "All ready?," she asked.

"Actually, no," I said. I knew my face was beet red, from the effort of trying to jerk off into the specimen cup, but also because I knew I couldn't fill it up without some assistance. "I was wondering, could my girlfriend help me? She's just there in the waiting room..."

"Help you?," the nurse asked. She cocked her head.

"Help me... fill the cup."

"Oh. Huh. Sure," she said. "It's a little irregular, but sure. I'll go get her."

I was sure she didn't know what I meant by 'help.'  She went away, and a few minutes later my girlfriend walked in. Her sunglasses were up on her forehead, her handbag dangled from her shoulder, and she looked frustrated to have had to stop reading her magazine.

"What do you need now?," she asked.

I held up the plastic specimen cup. "I'm... having trouble, you know, filling it."

It took her a moment, then she realized what I was asking for.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Do I have to do everything? Ok, go lock the door."

I did as she told me. She put her handbag down on the exam table. Then she leaned over, and put her hands on the table, bracing herself.

"What? I thought..."

"Listen, I'm pissed I even had to drive you here. The rest of this is your responsibility. Just milk me. And don't get any cum on my dress."

I put the cup on the table and reached under her dress, pulling her panties down around her ankles. I reached under, and grasped her cock. It was half-hard already, and bigger than mine.

She moaned softly. "Well, get to it, babe. And make it quick, I want to get out of here, I'm hungry."

I stood behind her, bracing my crotch against her butt, and slowly jerked her off. It took a few minutes, but I felt her climax approaching from her breathing. She came, bent over, spurting ropes into the little cup and spilling a little hot cum on my fingers. With every stroke the cup felt heavier in my hand. When she was done, I stepped away from her and looked at the 'specimen.' She'd nearly filled it, way past what was necessary.

I looked over at her. She was pulling up her panties. With a little shimmy and smoothing out her dress, she looked like nothing at all had happened. She was barely out of breath.

"So get it cleaned up and let's get out of here," she said. She popped the sunglasses down off her forehead and grinned at me. She unlocked the door and went back to the waiting room.