Lola didn’t know if she was in trouble, but she was on her way to meet the director of the sperm bank. She walked down the long hallway, lined with the framed color posters of David Hamilton’s work, and at the end of the hallway she knocked. “Come in,” she heard a man’s voice say from behind the door.
Art by David Hamilton
Art of making art by David Hamilton
Art by David Hamilton
We shall save for later what transpired behind the director’s closed door after Lola entered it, but for now, let us pick our story up when Lola arrived at the clinic for a third appointment with Terence.
They met in the parking lot, as usual, and Lola was wearing her long white coat, but this time she had a surprise for Terence under it. Or rather, she had nothing to surprise Terence with under her coat.
Inside the clinic the receptionist again directed them to room #3. Upon entering, it was Lola who was surprised, for on the walls, in place of the framed posters of Lola’s cream pies, were framed posters of Ellie, the night-shift receptionist who had helped Terence by coaxing his cum out of him (before Lola fulfilled that job) and by reading to him from Match, Cinder & Spark. Apparently, she found out about the Lola poster substitute and that Terence was “two-timing” her with Lo during the day. She took liberties and removed Lo’s framed photos, replacing them with her own.
Ellie cumcovered
One poster was a black-and-white of Ellie, nude, spread eagle with cum covering her hairy pussy. The other was of her on her knees taking one cock in her mouth and two cocks on either side of her as she stroked them off. You couldn’t see her face in either of those posters, but, just to make sure there was no mistake, there was a framed photo of Ellie in a salmon colored outfit of shorts and an oversized blouse wearing glasses and smiling or almost laughing.
Ellie knows how to please three guys at once
Lola thought, “It’s on.”
“Whoa!” said Terence upon seeing the framed photos.
Ellen Mowbray
“You know her?”
“Um, yeah. She’s the one who used to help me out. She works the evening shift.”
Lola began to walk out of the room.
“Hey! Where are you going?” asked Terence, confused.
“To request another room.”
“Why?”
“I find it rude.”
“Rude?”
“Desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“Thirsty.”
“Thirsty?”
“Is there an echo in here? Look, she’s clearly still salty about what happened with Steve.”
“Steve?”
“Her ex-boyfriend.”
“What happened?”
“Ah, you can read all about it on the blog. She’s just being petty.”
“Maybe she wanted you to see it. Maybe it’s for your pleasure?”
“You like?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“I do.”
“Fine,” said Lo. “Pull out your pud.” She was very matter-of-fact. No seduction, no sensuality, no affection.
Terence, who had been looking forward to this for days, was eager to comply.
Lo then opened her overcoat to reveal she was wearing absolutely nothing under it!
“Ellie ever help you like this?” she asked.
“No,” he said.
Lo put on the latex gloves, lubricated, reached down between his legs and began stroking him. She leaned forward so that her breasts were dangling tantalizingly in front of his face. She exaggerated her hand motion so that her heavy breasts wobbled and banged up against one-another. He couldn’t take his eyes off her heaving mounds. Lo slowly slid her hand down below the shaft of his cock to his large balls. She massaged them and fondled them, gently playing with them with her fingertips. He clearly liked it. Lo didn’t speak this time. She just watched his facial expressions. Her focus went from his face to his crotch and back again. And again.
She then surreptitiously slid her index finger down below his balls to his perineum. She used a feather-light touch on it for a while and then cautiously, furtively slid her index finger further south to his anus.
“Are you a top or a bottom when you’re with men?” she asked.
“Switch,” he said in a tense whisper.
“Stand up,” she commanded.
He got up out of the chair.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
He complied.
“Bend over,” she said, “and let’s have a full rectal exam.”
He bent over. She inserted one, then two, then three fingers of her right hand as her left hand reached around and stroked his cock. He was looking up at the large poster of Ellie on the wall. Lola was too. Lo continued her erotic massage, but it wasn’t long before he said, “The cup! The cup!”
Lo passed him the specimen cup and stroked him as he held the jar in front of his cock and filled it with more of his donation than he ever had before. His knees buckled and his entire body went tense and spasmed. He could hardly stand. He let out multiple calls of Lola’s name. Then he collapsed back in the chair, his cock still twitching.
He passed the collection cup to Lo who screwed on the lid tightly.
Lo smiled at him as she stood before his depleted body. The contrast between her tall, strong, lusty, flush and full body standing naked over his weak and limp body couldn’t have been more pronounced. She removed her gloves and threw them in the special trash bin for contaminated waste.
After he regained some of his vigor, she said, “Now you stand up and let me have the chair.”
He complied.
Lo sat in the chair, put her feet up on it, spreading her legs, and she began making small circular motions over her clit with her right hand. He watched her intently. Her movements increased in speed and intensity until she was now rubbing up-and-down in small, rapid strokes. This technique got more intense still until she was patting and then slapping her wet pussy. She progressed to inserting one and then two fingers deep in her pussy. She fingered herself for about a minute until SPLOOSH! She squirted straight ahead, sprinkling Terence with her holy water. It was a long, strong, and voluminous stream that soaked him and his clothes. He didn’t seem to mind.
Ellie leaving work after a hard day
Ellie getting off after a hard day at the masturbatorium
Ellie third from right
