VASECTOMY! THE SNIP! THE CHOP! GET THE TWO BRICKS READY!

A frightening thought, I must admit, but necessary to the family economy and a lot less risk than my wife getting sterilized. We talked it through and decided that it was the way forward. We were both sick of using "coitus interruptus" and my wife was fed up with getting spunk all over her and wherever it was we were fucking. It was getting so bad, she would only have sex in a room with linoleum on the floor so the mess was easier to clean up. Come the Summer, we'd taken to risky fucking outdoors, just so I could shoot my load over the floor. I didn't mind so much because it mean't having the session finished off with a nice handjob, which was better than pulling out when in the throes of climax and my wife has such a lovely touch that knee trembling is guaranteed!

Anyway, my fate was sealed and an appointment made at the doctor's. Wifey was supposed to come with me but extra workload meant I had to go on my lonesome and face up to my fears. I had what we call the lunchtime doldrums appointment, the slot in between the morning moaners who either don't work or do part-time and the teatime moaning tossers who have the whole day off to come to the doc's everytime they get the sniffles! Me, I was in no man's land, the surgery is just winding down for lunch and nobody want's to see you.

The waiting room was empty apart from Jenny, the doc's secretary/personal assistant/coffee maker come general slave, according to her opinion. I had a good connection with Jenny, she reckons I could be her husband's brother as we look so much alike. "Yeah, but I'm 43, blonde with tints in my hair" I argue. "Maybe so, but take the tints out plus the fact that you could easily pass for 32 or 33, then, you could be his slightly older brother", she would argue back. I left it at that because I didn't want her thinking I'd got the wrong impression about that sort of attention but It didn't stop us from having friendly conversations.

"Hello, Doctor won't be long, she's just on the phone" said Jenny, as I walked into the reception area.

SHE's on the phone! SHE! Oh, shit, how could they give me a female quack? Where was Doctor Alexander? "Errr. . . did you say "she"?" I asked, my voice unsteady.

"Yes, Doctor Alexander is on holiday, so you've Doctor Manson", she looked at me in a quizzical way, "Is there a problem?"

"Well, it's just that. . ."

"Oh yes, you're in for a Pre-Vasectomy check up, don't worry, I'm sure she's done that sort of thing before"

"That's NOT the point!" I replied, "It's just a bit. . . " I was interrupted by a female voice telling Jenny to send me in.

Jenny smiled at me and indicated with a nod of her head to go through. I gathered my wits and made my way into the "room of doom". An unfamiliar Doc was sitting behind the familiar desk, she looked quite professional with her hair scraped back in a strict ponytail and dark-rimmed glasses sitting halfway down the bridge of her nose. I sat down opposite and after sifting through some files she finally acknowledged I was there.

"Ah, good!" she said, opening a manilla wallet and scanning the notes inside. "Right, you're thinking of having a vasectomy and the purpose of this appointment is to gauge whether or not you've thought it through and if you are in suitable health".

She removed her glasses and looked directly at me. I could feel my face flushing, she was very attractive, her eyes were dark pools, complimented by high cheekbones and glossy red lips. A warm, flowery scent wafted across the desk seemingly filling the air around me. She couldn't have been more than 27 or 28 years old.

"I presume your wife and yourself have talked this through at length? The operation can be reversed at a later date if required but not always with success". She cupped her hands on the desk and waited for my response.

"Yes, we have, it seems the sensible option, given the situation".

"I see you've only got two children, are you sure that you and your wife won't want any more. You can always use condoms or other methods of contraception".

"No, I'm in my early forties, my wife is 36 and I think that's it now for having children. It's just that we want to be safe and my wife's fed up with me having to pull out" I suddenly realised I was being to familiar with my terminology, this was not my usual doctor, "Sorry, I mean the withdrawal method. Neither of us like using condoms"

This was not going as I expected, I was getting hot and flustered, I was not used to dealing with females about male problems. She seemed okay, she was smiling, her eyes sparkled as the light caught them and her smile was nice and wide and genuine.

"It's o.k., I'm familiar with all the methods and withdrawal can be frustrating, especially for men. I take it your wife satisfies you afterwards, if necessary?"

This time I think I went bright red, "Well, errm, yes, you know. . . yes, she does" I shifted in my seat and swallowed hard, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Right then, go behind the screen over there, I'll be with you in a minute".

I did as instructed on sat on the edge of the bed waiting patiently. After about five minutes of tense expectation, I decided I needed to go for a pee, when she came around the screen. I was slightly surprised to see that she had removed her white coat and was wearing a pink Pringle sweater with a dark skirt and some very expensive court shoes which were just high enough to give her calves a flattering shape but sensible enough to work in. Her long, straight hair was loose, falling over her shoulders and down her back and she noticed me looking at her, probably slightly wide eyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I've got a stuffy lunch appointment and I didn't want to look like I'd just dashed out from work. If it bothers you. . ."

"No, no", I relpied, "It's no concern, I just thought you'd gone and forgotten I was here".

She gave that wide smile again that put me at ease, "Now, would I do that to you?"

She came over to me holding an open file in her hands and in quite a business like tone said "Take your pants down for me, please" I stood up, undid my pants and pushed them down my thighs. "And the underpants as well" She was still scrutinizing the file as I pushed the boxer shorts down, my prick, still needing to pee, hung down a bit more than usual. She placed the file down on a chair and looked at my groin area.

"O.K., I'm just going to examine the side of your testicles, don't worry, it's just routine to make sure everything's where it should be. She bent towards me and I twitched slightly as she felt the side of my sack where it joined my groin. "Sorry, did that hurt?" she asked.

"No, it's just I wasn't ready, sorry".

She carried on touching and rubbing, I couldn't help looking down the vee of her sweater and gazing at the swell of her tits. She wasn't paying attention to my top half, so I leaned slightly more forward and managed to see catch sight of some lacy material. Stupid mistake, because Mr. Penis got a bit excited and started to twitch and grow a little.

Shit! I moved back just as she stood up again. I could feel the flush on my face again, she must think I'm a right loon. She moved round the other side and repeated the procedure, that warm, flowery scent was wafting over me again and the swell of her tits seemed to loom up at me. Oh Christ! Her probing finger felt delicious and my dick twitched and moved.

"Oh God, I'm really sorry", my face felt red hot and my throat dried up. How embarrassing.

She stood up again, was that a faint smile on her lips? "It's not the first time", she reassured me. "Now, when was the last time you checked yourself?"

"Errmm. . . in what way?" I said, pulling up my pants.

"Leave them there" she said, gesturing towards my half mast trousers, ". . your testicles, for lumps. . .signs of Prostrate Cancer".

"Well, I haven't really done that, no one's ever mentioned anything".

"So you don't know the procedure?" I shook my head, "Right, I'll show you what to do".

Now, I thought this would involve some kind of diagram, but no. She bent down again and I nearly choked when she took hold of my balls one at a time and started moving them between her thumb and forefinger. This time there was no stopping it and a fully erect tool was the result. I could have died on the spot.

"I. . .I. . .I think it's because I need to pee", I offered as way of explanation.

She stood up, looking at my proud cock. "Well, that's the first time I've seen one do that! You know, pooof!" she said pointing her finger straight up as if to emphasize the erection.

"Sorry, sorry" I said, apologetically.

"No worries, you'd better pull your pants up before any more damage is done". That smile again.

I covered up my indecency and the doctor picked up the file again, scribbling something in it. "Have you brought your sample?" she asked.

I looked at her, probably with a dumb look on my face, "Sample?"

"Yes, we need a sperm sample from you to measure your count. There's no point in going through all this if your counts low and it's unnecessary".

"Ahh, right, did it say on the letter?"

"Well, I need one today, in fact, the lab's pickup is at 2.00pm when surgery opens, it will need to go otherwise you will have to wait another week and probably have to go through all this again with Dr Alexander".

I groaned, "There's no way I can get home and back in time, not with lunchtime traffic. Bugger!" I resigned myself to the fact that I'd suffered this indignity for nothing.

"You could do one here, in surgery" she said, "We have got specimen tubes".

"Here! I don't think I can, I mean, you know, it's hardly the place, is it?" I replied "and there's not exactly any errm, stimulation, I think I'd struggle with the pressure and everything".

She chewed on the pen, I imagined it was a penis and my cock twitched involuntarily. "I'll be back in a minute" She reappeared with Jenny in tow, "This is highly unusual, but Jenny can assist you". The smile again.

"What? You are kidding? I mean, why would she? This is daft". I was caught off balance now, the whole thing was surreal and becoming a nightmare. "I'll go home and sort out for next week".

"Wait", Jenny said, "It's true, but I need a favour in return".

Oh oh, blackmail now, is it, I thought, "Go on" I said warily.

"I need some of your sample", I looked at her, "For fertilization, me and Mark, we can't have kids and we need a sperm donor", I looked at the doctor, "Please!" Jenny begged with her best girly voice "It's ideal, especially as you look so similar".

"We only need a small sample for the count" the doctor chimed in, "so the rest can go to Jenny, if you don't mind".

I looked at Jenny, she was a pretty girl of about twenty five years or so, her straight, platinum blond hair, parted in the middle, was impeccable. Her face was always made up well and her slightly large nose did nothing to detract from the attractiveness of her big, startling blue eyes and full, pouting lips. She wore a dark navy business suit that hugged all the right places and gave her an overall sharp, manicured look. A girl on the up.

"O.k., what's the plan?" I asked. I thought that this had to be better than going through this again next week. Maybe she would show me her tits while I jacked off or something.

"Simple" the doctor said, "You take your pants down and Jenny wanks you off into the specimen jar, then we split the sperm and off it goes!"

Now I WAS interested! Jenny wanks me off. I like it! Good plan! So did my dick, it was now on the rise again just on the strength of the doctor saying "Jenny wanks you off" corrr, how dirty it sounded coming from her mouth. "O.k., I'll go with that".

"Thought you might" she said with a grin, "Right then, I'll leave you to it, you know where the specimen jars are, don't you?"

"Yes doctor" replied Jenny.

"Good, I'll be back about 1:45, my first patient is at 2:00" and she disappeared out of the room, we heard the muffled slam of the front door as she left the building.

Jenny looked at me, bright eyed and with a slight smile, "I can see you're ready" she said, eyeing my crotch, "Pull your pants down for me then".

I undid my pants and pushed them down with my boxers, leaving them halfway down my thighs, my stiff dick prodded the air like a sawn off telegraph pole, swaying slightly, the knob-end twitched as the blood pumped through it, my pulse racing.

"Oooohhh!" Jenny said, her eyes wide, "The doctor said it was nice and big, it's lovely".

"Really?" I asked, because I thought my cock was average, maybe I watched too many dirty films with big dicked porn stars in them. My wife has sometimes commented that my prick was bigger than her previous sexual partners', but I put that down to initial enthusiasm which wore off the longer we were married.

"Yeah, it must be, what, seven inches long? And it's very straight as well" she replied, "My husband's is about five and half inches and it's got a slight bend to it as well, yours is very thick and clean looking. Hmmmm, very nice! Lie on the bed then and I'll get started".

Who could resist a request like that? I lay down on the bed, resting my head on the pillow. Jenny stood at the bedside smiling down at me and picked my prick up between her thumb and forefinger, then, using one hand to hold it at the base to keep it upright, she wrapped the delicate fingers of her other hand around it began a gentle wanking motion. I groaned deeply and lifted my hips of the bed, "Oh fuck! That feels good!"

She smiled, "Glad you like it, your cock feels really nice, so hard and thick".

"What about the specimen jar? You'll need it quite soon" I warned her.

"In a minute, just let me wank you for a while".

I lay my head back and enjoyed the pure delight of her hand manipulating my cock shaft, low groans escaped me as my hips undulated with the gentle tugs. I couldn't last much longer and I was about to lift my head to warn her when she let go. I opened my eyes and propped myself up, she was stood away from the bed removing her jacket, she then undid her skirt and stepped out of it as it dropped to the floor. Her legs were magnificently long and supple, lightly tanned with smooth, velvety skin. "What are you doing now?" I asked, my prick was aching for release.

"What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're getting undressed" I responded.

"I am, well, not completely, I just wanted to remove my skirt and jacket so they don't get creased. . . " she raised her eyebrows, looking at my erection ". . .or stained. . . while you fuck me".

I was gobsmacked, "I thought the idea was to. . ."

"Sod that! I need you to screw me, I haven't had sex for ages, Mark says the pressure is getting to him and I am not letting that get wasted!" She pointed to my distended organ which had probably gained another inch in thickness at the prospect of getting into her tight, young twat! "Any complaints?" I shook my head, eyeing up the plump vee of her panty clad mound that was peeping out from under the bottom of her blouse. With that she pounced up onto the bed and sat astride me, a tender young thigh on each side of my hips, begging to be stroked and fondled. She tugged at my cock again while I manhandled her thighs, complimenting her on their suppleness and smoothness, I held them at the top, gripping them lustfully, my balls brushed her cotton panties.

"Ooohhh, nice" she gasped, "Just let me. . ." she reached down and pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side, dark blonde pubes spilled out, ". . .there we go" she held my throbbing prick upright and I shuddered with pleasure as she lowered herself onto it, right up to the hilt. She didn't start to move up and down on it, she just sat upright and ground her hips in a circular motion, I slipped my hands under her blouse and held her round the waist to stop her from falling over. She was making little "Uh, uh, uh" sounds that soon grew in intensity and pitch. Fuck! It felt and looked so good! The little bitch was bringing herself off rapidly and I was fighting to keep myself from spunking up her cunt. With a loud, long groan, come sigh of despair, she tensed, her thighs gripping my hips then she slumped forward, hands by my head, hair dangling in my face.

"Shit! That was good!" she gasped, "I can't tell you how much I needed that!" She didn't have to, it was obvious! She smiled, pinning my arms down and began to lift her hips up down, sliding her tight twat over my cock. I protested that my resolve would be short-lived but she carried on. I could see down her blouse, the swell of her tits jiggling with her bouncing, her light, sweet fragrance filled my nostrils.

As predicted, I quickly reached the point of no return, I got that feeling of an inner valve opening up in my dick as my balls tightened and my legs tensed, toes pointing towards the bottom of the bed, my hips thrusting uncontrollably, bumping up against her inner thighs. "Oh, fuck! Oh I can't. . ." the words caught in my throat as a powerful orgasm racked my body, the vision that was Jenny bouncing on top of me almost made me cry with desire, thick ropes of precious sperm flooded her twat again and again. After what seemed like an endless supply had left my sack, I sunk back into the bed and gasped for breath.

Jenny giggled "Nothing like getting it from source" she said.

"And if you get pregnant. . ." a disembodied voice came from within the room. It was the doctor, we hadn't heard her come back and now she was stood at the side of the bed a look of bemusement on her pretty face. Jenny jumped up and I cried in pain as she nearly took my cock with her. Apologising profusely and scrambling to retrieve her clothes, Jenny left the room, the doctor looked down at me her eyes inevitably drawn to the sight of my rapidly wilting cock which still glistened with Jenny's cum. "Well, that obviously DIDN'T go to plan, did it?"

I had no reply, swinging my self off the bed, I pulled up my pants sheepishly and stood before her. She motioned to sit down at her desk. "No chance of that sample now, is there?" she reminded me "IF she gets pregnant from this, how is she going to explain it to her husband?" I tried to answer but the phone buzzed, she picked it up "Yes. . .oh, right then". Replacing the receiver, she looked at me, "You're lucky, the Lab won't be picking up until four, think you can provide a sample by then?"

"I can try" I offered, although the amount might not be as copious as the last lot.

"Well, let's make sure it's done properly this time" she stabbed the intercom, "Jenny, hold my appointments for half an hour".

"Yes Doctor" came a rather subdued voice.

"Right, loverboy, over there and lie down on the bed" She stood and went over to a cabinet while I went over to the bed and lay on it, propping myself up with my elbows. She came over with a sample tube and placed it on the bedside cabinet. Without a word, she undid my pants, tugged the zipper down and said "Lift". I raised my hips and she dragged them down to my knees, my cock was starting to twitch and make a tent of my boxers. She pulled them down leaving them just below my testicles, "Hmmm, didn't take much" she commented, looking at my rigid pole. The feel of her hand wrapping round my tool made me draw in a sharp breath, my hips stayed raised off the bed as she wanked me off.

"Is it nice?" she asked, "Better than Jenny's hand job?" I nodded my answer, grunting with lust as I did so. "I bet you'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you?" I looked at her pleadingly, nodding again. "I bet you'd want me over my desk with just my doctor's coat on and a pair of stockings, oh, and maybe some nice, shiny high heels". God! She was tormenting me, her deft touch teased my hard on, pre-cum fluid seeped from the swollen knob end "Would you like to shoot all that dirty spunk inside me and fill my belly with hot, sticky cum?"

"Oh God! Yes, please, let me. . .oh, I'm going to cum. . .soon. . please. . .let me fuck you!" Her hand tugged faster, watery fluid seeped over the swollen, purple dome of my knob. With a calmness, she took the specimen jar and positioned it at the tip of my rampant dick, her other hand didn't miss a beat "Maybe next time I'll let you fuck the arse of me or you can cum over my face . . .would you like to?" Her voice turned husky on that last comment and I shot my load into the waiting receptacle, we both watched the event, me through half closed eyes, the sticky semen pooled in the end of the tube, still wanking my cock, the jar filled to halfway. Finally, the last spurt oozed down the side, trickling down to join the rest. She let go of me and the wet tip pf my dick flopped against my groin.

"Ok, we'll tag this up and off it goes" she said ever so matter of factly. She stabbed the intercom again "Jenny, please come into my office". Jenny appeared looking back to normal again. "Please see the lab boys get this, I've put instructions with it, we might just get you processed in time to stop any potential disaster".

"Yes, thank you doctor" Jenny sputtered, she took the specimen and disappeared again.

"You'll receive a letter when the results come back" the doctor said as I sat in the patient's chair, "The matter can be taken from there" She gave me a card with her surgery number on it.

"What's this for?" I asked, "I thought Dr. Alexander would carry it on from here".

"He will, but when you've had the operation and got the all clear, you can give me a call and perhaps you'd like to call round and fulfill that little 'Doctor-patient' fantasy you so wanted to carry out ten minutes ago. That smile again.

"I will" I answered, pocketing the card. I smiled at her and left the office, on the way out Jenny gave me an envelope with my name on it. "I didn't want any. . . "

She stopped me in mid sentence, "Just read it later" she said, and went back to her duties, without a second glance. Outside, in the car, I read the contents. She thanked me for my help, saying it was such a relief to get fucked again. A mobile number was wrote down and underneath was the instruction to ring her when I got the all clear and she would repay the favour. I smiled and put the note in my wallet, post-op was looking pretty rosy. On the way home I mulled over future possibilities, the thought of a threesome with Doctor Manson and Jenny flicked across my mind, causing a brief stirring in my pants. Hmmmmm!

Tea time at home, I sent the girls out to the Chip shop and pounced on my wife as soon as they were out the door. Poor woman, she didn't even get the chance to take her knickers off before I was fucking her up against the kitchen wall, delighted in the fact that she was still wearing her business attire, hold-up stockings and all! The lusty surprise caught her full on and she orgasmed quickly and noisily, the follow up hand job had me spurting a fountain of cum all over the kitchen floor while images of Jenny and Doctor Manson swam in my mind's eye. Lovely!