I Got a Job as a Cum Provider

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I Got a Job as a Cum Provider

alt.sex.stories, 1998

I was broke, in college and looking for something, anything
to cure my financial ailment. The add I found was strange.
“Young males wanted, Specialty taste club catering to the
unusual, Excellent pay, flexible hours, no selling. Call for
personal interview”

 

The no selling part got my attention. It seemed like all the
ad’s that talk of flexible hours really mean door to door
sales. I tried it a few times, wasted a lot of time and never
made any money.
When I called the number I was greeted by a nice female
voice. She asked me the regular questions, how old was I, was
I working and so forth. She informed me that since this was a
specialty taste club she had to ask some health related
questions. She asked questions like I was applying for health
insurance or something. I must have answered them the way she wanted
because she set me up for an interview with Mrs. Issues for
the next day.
The offices were not far from where I lived, and since it was
a nice day I walked the six blocks to the office. Even if the
day was not so nice I still would have walked. I sold my car
last week to pay the rent.
Mrs. Issacs appeared to be in her fifties, she wasn’t taller
then five feet and a little on the plump side, if anything she
looked like a younger Dr. Ruth Westhimer. You know the one
that appears on talk shows and writes books about human
sexuality.
I was asked the standard barrage of questions with a lot of
the questions relating to my health. Mrs. Issacs said that I
may qualify as a candidate but before we could continue the
interview I had to sign some kind of nondisclosure form.
I needed money and didn’t spend much time reading the
document, I just signed on the dotted line. Mrs. Issacs seemed
to be studying me as she moved back.
“Robert, we pay exceptionally well, We have young men
your age making two and three thousand a week for only a few
hours work. We represent La Societe de la Essonce de L’home.
In
English that means the Society for the essence of man. Our
clients are known only to us and they have one common desire,
they enjoy the taste of young sperm.”
“If we accept you as one of our taste providers and if you
accept our terms, then you will receive $500 for every
controlled ejaculation admisnitered at our facility. We
provide clean fresh sperm to those who have a fetish for sperm
and can pay our price. We provide an environment where their
identity remains known
only to us, you will never know the identity of the sperm
taster. Our clients are both male and female, however you will
never know
which one takes your sperm. Sometimes we allow the taster to
receive the sperm direct, other times we take your sperm and
offer it to them in either a wine glass or a shot glass. If
this does not offend you and you want to continue, please come
with me.”
I was dumbfounded, they were going to pay me for my cum,
I followed, I needed $500. Hell I paid to have my cum sucked.
(Once I was so horny, and this black girl offered to blow me
for twenty bucks.)
She led me into this room that looked like a doctors
examining room. There was one of those examination tables with
the extra braces like the ones the doctors use on women to
check their pussies.
In a mater of fact tone Mrs. Issacs told me that I was going
to be examined, to strip and lay on the examination table.
The setting was so doctor like I complied without much
thought. When I was
positioned on the examining table she spread my legs and put
them in the stirrups that they use on women.
Here I was stark assed naked, on my back on an examination
table, my legs were spread like a woman who was going to get
her pussy inspected. Mrs. Issacs told me to relax, that before
I could be employed that a sperm sample had to be sampled.
Mrs. Isaac’s explained that when they took sperm from me
that I would be completely spent. They used the method
developed by Washington University to extract the maximum
sperm in one
ejaculation.
My dick was soft, this all seemed so sexless and clinical, I
couldn’t figure out how I was going to cum for Mrs. Issacs in
this sanitized environment.
She continued to explain that the institute employed very
talented people that knew how to manipulate a man to
ejaculation. She showed me a thing that looked like a six inch
finger made of rubber. “This” she said “we will insert several
inches into your rectum. It produces a small current and it
also has special sensors that give us a clear indication when
you will ejaculate. The current is designed to stimulate your
prostrate and by controlling the current we can control the
moment of ejaculation and increase the quantity of ejaculate.

She inserted the thing up may ass then attached two
electrodes to my nut sack explaining that these will also send
a small current and assist the device in my ass for the
ejaculation control. the combination of these devices would
cause me to
ejaculate almost all available sperm and give me in return a
satisfying climax.
My dick was limp, all this technical stuff and the thing in my
ass and the wires attached to my nuts. I was beginning to
think that this was not going to be fun, but I needed the
money.
She went to the interphone and called some name, foreign
sounding, to come to the examination room. In walked the
woman,
six feet tall and at least three hundred pounds. She was
introduced to me as Yvonne and that she was going to be my
stroker.
If my soft-on was soft before it certainly shriveled up more
at the sight of Yvonne. When Mrs. Issacs told me about
talented
people to masturbate me I expected some cute eighteen or
nineteen year old naked goddess stroking my dick. This six
foot Yvonne was at least sixty years old, a grandmother for
Christ sakes.
I was ready to get off of the table and pull that thing out of
my ass and get the hell out of there. Mrs. Issacs must have
anticipated this because no sooner had the thought crossed my
mind when she said. “If you want to make money, stay put young
man.”
Well I needed the money, so I stayed put. Yvonne took a
bottle off of the shelf that said Lubricant, on it and
approached my dick. She took my limp dick and spread the stuff
around my flaccid shaft. I looked at her fat hand as it
encircled my shaft.
Now I have been stroked before, I have stroked myself many
times, but this was something else. When Yvonne took my shaft
she moved my dick in such a way that it grew rapidly. She had
a way of pacing her strokes, stopping for a second to allow my
dick to pulsate a few times and then continue in a varying
rhythm that seemed to match my dicks every need. I couldn’t
believe that this over sized, overweight sixty year old bag
was so good at what she was doing. Mrs. Issacs said that
Yvonne had been stroking dicks since
she was thirteen. She was one of the best in the world and
that often they used her to get off some of the male patrons
while they were tasting sperm.
I almost forgot that this whole exercise was for sperm
tasting. Hell call it cum sucking. I didn’t want to sound as
technical as Mrs. Issacs.
Then I felt it, Mrs. Issacs must be turning up the voltage.
The twinge was unmistakable and my dick must have gained
strength. I felt my ass pulsate and I felt my climax coming
on real good. Mrs. Issacs approached my dick holding a glass.
Then it came. My dick started shooting into the glass. I kept
shooting and shooting, more then I ever have in my live. When
I was done, Mrs. Issacs took the glass with my cum in it and
held it up to the light studying it. She said the color looked
good. she then smelled it and remarked that the smell was good
also.
There right in front of my eyes she took the glass to her
mouth and started sucking my cum , she swirled it around like
a
gourmet wine taster. When she seemed satisfied she spit out
what she had in her mouth into the washbasin. She offered the
glass to Yvonne who did the same. Yvonne said that it was
good, but a little on the watery side. Mrs. Issacs turned to
me and said that my
ejaculate was acceptable, a little on the watery side but that
a proper diet would take care of that.
Yvonne pulled down one side of her top exposing a rather
large, not bad looking tit with real puffy and elongated
nipple and proceeded to squeeze it. Jets of tit milk squirted
into my cum glass and when the mixture seemed to be about half
and half she put her tit back into her dress. Mrs. Issacs
produced an bottle of Crown Royal and poured some into the
glass and stirred it, mixing my cum, Yvonnes tit milk and
Crown Royal.
They both tasted it but didn’t spit this time. they seemed to
really enjoy the mixture. Mrs. Issacs offered me the remaining
contents of the glass asking if I would like a taste. I
politely refused. Even though the concoction seemed
interesting, I was not into
tasting my own cum, even when mixed with Crown Royal.
Between them they finished off the glass licking off every
trace of the mixture and obviously enjoying it.
Mrs. Issacs asked me if I felt drained and I admitted that I
did. I have had more intense orgasms but none that has ever
lasted as long as this one did. I was most surprised at the
amount of cum I produced.
The but thing was taken out of my ass and the nut electrodes
were removed from my nut sack. I was asked to get dressed and
accompany Mrs. Issacs on a tour of the facility.
There were several examination rooms like the one I was in
and there were some rooms that had a lower examination table
with couches at the examination end. Mrs., Issacs explained
that the
guests for cum tasting were both male and female ranging in
all
ages. The patrons were wealthy and often in the social
limelight of the community. therefore I would always be
blindfolded and that a cotton sack would be placed over my
head during an ejaculation
session. This was to prevent me from ever recognizing and
knowing who the patron was and similarly to prevent the patron
from
knowing who I was.
Depending on the food that I eat, my cum would have a
different taste. There were going to be times that I would be
required to eat certain food in order to bring out certain
flavors in my cum. I was not to have sex so as to avoid
possible
contamination. Extra masturbation or sex would lower my sperm
production and I was informed that to maintain my employment I
was to ejaculate only in their controlled environment.
I was introduced to several of the other strokers, those whose
job it was to get me off. Not one of the strokers looked less
the forty and some even looked older then Yvonne. I was
assured that they
were hired for their talent and not their looks. Besides while
in a session I would not be able to see them anyway. I was
afraid to ask if there were any male strokers, but decided
that I Didn’t want to know as I wouldn’t see them anyway.
I was asked if I objected to on occasion shooting my load
directly into a mouth since some of the patrons wanted their
cum straight from the tap. I would be stroked to the essential
moment where the patrons mouth would then take over. Since
both men and women were patrons, on occasion I would ejaculate
into a mans
mouth. However since I would be blindfolded I would never know
the difference and I was assured that a mans mouth felt
exactly like a womans.
I was told that on occasion electrodes would also be placed
on my nipples as the cum produced had a different flavor when
produced with this extra electrical stimulation. As to pay I
was to receive $500 for each normal ejaculation and $800 for
an oral
ejaculation. If I found myself uncontrollably horny I was to
come by anytime and allow one of the professional strokes to
relieve my
pressure. I would receive no pay for this, however the cum
produced would be theirs.
There would also be the occasional medical examination by
a doctor to make certain that my health was good and the cum
produced safe for their patrons. If I agreed to these
conditions I was welcome to enter employment. I would be
available on a call on a pre-appointment basis. If I failed to
show up at a designated time I would be let go. Reliability
was essential.
Mrs. Isaac’s then invited me to observe a ejaculation that
was in progress. We were permitted to enter the room and take
a
seat behind the patrons. Being behind the patrons I would not
be able to see the faces of the cum recipients. This
particular client required that the future ejaculator be
present to observe and be prepared for his turn to
participate. Basicly somewhere along the line I was going to
be a cum provider for theis patron.
The room we entered was the largest yet, There was a guy on
a examination table in the same position I was in a short time
ago. He was wearing a hood, there were electrodes attached to
his
nipples and balls and he had one of those things inserted up
his ass.
Off to the side and alongside his body was a designated
stroker who looked to be rather cute and in her thirties. She
was slow stroking his erect circumcised member. Between his
legs
observing the stroking was a well dressed lady with lightly
graying hair and next to her was a naked boy who looked like
he was in his early teens. They had their backs to us and we
took a seat in the observation chairs that appeared to have
been strategically placed. As the stroker was stroking the
guy on the table the Lady
was stroking the teen. the teen had one of those things in his
ass as well, but his nuts were free. The lady had her other
hand grasping his nuts and pulling down on the sack with each
upstroke of her
other hand.
I was actually getting a hardon watching this. This did not go
unnoticed my Mrs. Issacs who simply reached over and undid my
fly to allow my dick to spring loose and into her hand. She
gave it about three strokes then I felt her mouth engulf my
now raging hardon. I was fascinated watching the action in
front of me and Mrs.
Issacs mouth felt real good on my dick.
The designated stroker was speeding up and I noticed her
turn a dial on a machine that was next to the examination
table. I figured that must be the electrode control. No sooner
had she turned the dial then the guy on the table stiffened
up. The Lady took her hand off of the boys genitals and placed
it on his head forcing him down on the guys, dick. It was
obvious that the guy on the table was only seconds from
shooting. The warm mouth on his dick was the
final straw that caused his hips to lurch up and shoot.
He was shooting right into the boys mouth with the lady
holding the guys dick and forcing the kids head down on the
shaft. I heard the kid start to gag and saw some cum leak out
of his mouth. If the guy on the table was cumming like I did a
little while ago there was no way that kid was going to be
able to swallow or hold that amount. The lady must have known
that to because she pulled the kids head of the dick and put
her own mouth over it to receive the remainder of the load.
The lady milked the dick dry while the boy with his share of
the load just watched. I couldn’t see how much of the load was
on his face or running down his chin because his back was
still towards me. There had to be some gobs on his face just .
When the lady finished milking the dick she gestured to the
professional stroker to turn on the electricity on the unit
controlling the insert in the kids ass. I saw him jerk as the
voltage hit his prostrate and quick as a flash the lady had
his dick in her mouth. She was getting her second taste of
cum, this time from the kid.
Mrs. Issacs oral manipulation on my shaft was taking effect,
I could actually smell the cum in the room, somehow this
triggered me off and I blew a load into this fifty year old
woman mouth. She obviously was extremely experienced because I
felt her throat
swallow as fast as I was shooting.
When she let my dick slip out of her mouth she had me look
at her face as she opened her mouth to let me see some of my
reaming cum sticking to her tongue. She swirled her tongue
around ad I saw her swallow the remainder.
The Boy and Lady still had their backs to us as we made our
way out of the room. Mrs. Issacs inquired as to my liking of
her talent as a cocksuctress. She explained that on occasion
she indulges in her tastes as to cum, for free of coarse. She
explained that the lady we watched was very high in the social
position in the
community and that she loved teaching and having younger
people
experience the taste of cum. Sometimes she brings with her a
girl and sometimes a boy, but always it is someone different.
My
appointment as cum provider was set up for the following day.
I knew that I was going to enjoy this job and was looking
forward to my first assignment.

5 thoughts on “I Got a Job as a Cum Provider

  1. yes yes again as yesterday and I’m sure toorrow too
    when my morning begins I’m well aware I have a good load to taste so first thing I do is start up the coffee and as soon as a cup is brewed yes indeed….right on in mmmm

  2. Wow…what a fantasitically erotic and arousing story. It was extremely hard to keep from having an orgasm as I read this. Please continue the story….

  3. would love to become a Cum Provider…electrodes up me would keep me courteous and polite for any exam or for any use by these honest sincere “handlers”!
    would love to be helpful in creating a perfect tasting cum cocktail!

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