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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby \u2014 an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
Happy reading!<\/strong><\/em>
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Vanessa was smart, sexy and intelligent. She was Ms. Popular in college and guys buzzed around her like flies. She had her share of fun, blowing a few and letting the odd guy or two fuck her (with protection of course). But she had never been in a serious relationship — getting bored with most guys before long. She had graduated at close the top of her class and the future looked bright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But life seldom, if ever, is as simple as that. The loss of her parents in a car accident and then finding out that they were neck deep in debt was the first set back. It was also in the middle of a market slump — the depression resulting in massive layoffs everywhere. No one seemed to be hiring. Vanessa had been trying for a few months now and desperation was setting in rather quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She got excited when she saw the advertisement in the newspapers:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Urgently Required<\/em><\/strong>
UniMed Biochemicals is looking for girls for testing of a breakthrough scientific product. This is a one-month part time engagement.
* 4 hours a day, 5 days a week for a maximum period of 30 days
* Pay: $250 per hour. If the entire 30 days is not needed, you will be paid for the unused time at the hourly rate.
* Candidates must be female, between the age of 19 and 25, single and without children.
* You will have to consent to a physical examination as part of the recruiting process.
If interested, walk in for an interview this Friday at 9:00 am<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MY GOD $30,000! she thought. The next moment her heart sank. As her luck had been going off late, she probably wouldn’t get past the interview and physical exam. The next moment, she was wondering what kind of an assignment pays $30k for a one-month gig! No harm in trying my luck she thought cutting out the advertisement. She still had two days to research the company and make sure it wasn’t a scam or something illegal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the next two days she researched UniMed Biochemicals. A number of news releases talked about their patents and cutting edge research in areas as diverse as genetic engineering, male and female fertility, surgical robotics, nano technology and more. Everything she read spoke of a legitimate organization of high reputation. Even their reviews and ratings were great. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The few negative reviews were from disgruntled candidates from previous interviews complaining about not getting selected though they had failed to clear only one element of the physical examination, at having to spend a whole day in interviews only to be rejected, etc. Each of these had very empathetic responses from the company that apologized for the inconvenience and explained the need for maintaining exacting standards in candidate selection. Vanessa was impressed already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The company was headquartered in her city and she decided to drive by their corporate offices. UniMed was a seven level building with what looked like doctors in lab coats moving in and out. It looked like a serious organization and she wondered how she had never noticed or heard of a company of this scale in her town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On Friday morning, Vanessa woke up earlier than usual, with butterflies in her stomach. It was the big day and she was determined to make an impression. She had invested in a session at the beauty parlor yesterday getting her hair and eyebrows done, facial and waxing. After a hot shower, she put on subtle make up, her best white top and black skirts over her sexiest pair of lace underwear — not that she expected her underwear to be on display, but she needed all the confidence she could muster today and feeling sexy made her feel confident.<\/p>\n\n\n

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At 8:45 am, she was walking through the revolving doors of UniMed. She was greeted with a warm smile at the reception by an extremely beautiful blond who could have walked out of a movie set. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She can’t been more than a couple years older than me,” Vanessa thought. She was handed a questionnaire to fill out and asked to walk down the hallway and through the door at the end. She was told she could fill out the questionnaire while waiting for her turn in the waiting room. Each step towards the waiting room increased Vanessa’s nervousness. At least she was early and wasn’t going to have to wait a long while she thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her heart sank when she opened the waiting room door. There were at least 100-150 girls waiting already, each more strikingly beautiful than the other. She almost walked out thinking she didn’t stand a chance, but desperation made her take a seat. She needed the money, bills were mounting up and the worst that could happen was that she would have lost a day in a failed interview.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The questionnaire was four pages long and many of the questions were extremely personal and sexual in nature, making Vanessa once again question the legitimacy of the company. She looked around nervously, taking in her surroundings. She was in a large room that could seat at least another 200 girls, if not more. There were five doors along the wall adjoining the door she had walked into.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every few minutes someone wearing a white lab coat would walk in and call out a name. One of the girls waiting would get up and follow the person through the door. It took her nearly half an hour to complete the questionnaire. In that time, nearly 20 of the girls who had arrived before her were called for their interview. Only one of the girls she had seen called had not yet returned. Maybe I missed her while filling out the form, or maybe she was the only one selected for the physical examination, Vanessa thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It wasn’t long before her name was called out by a tall man wearing a lab coat, who had stepped out of the first door on the left. Vanessa’s legs were trembling with nervousness as she walked towards the man. As he saw her approaching, he smiled a warm, understanding smile. He was ridiculously good looking but his dimples melted Vanessa’s heart as he smiled at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Vaness?” she nodded at his question, “please follow me,” he said shaking her hand, and walked through the door. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heart fluttering with nervousness combined with the magnetic charm of the man, Vanessa followed. He took her through a short hallway, brightly lit with fluorescent lights and through another door, into what looked like a medical examination room, with an informal couch and coffee table on one side. He sat at one end of the couch and pointed towards the other end for her to take a seat. <\/p>\n\n\n

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“Nice to meet you Vanessa,” he said with that killer smile, reading her name off the form, once she had settled down on the couch. “Don’t be nervous, feel free to help yourself to water or coffee.” She followed his gaze and noticed the glasses, and a jug of cold water with ice, mint and slices of lime at one end of the coffee table, a tasteful arrangement of silverware and napkins in the middle and a flask with “Coffee” written on it, cream and sugar at the other end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She reached for and helped herself to a glass of chilled water — part of her sweating and the other part shivering with nervousness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the next few minutes, he outlined how the interview would go — he would take a few minutes explaining what the assignment was and if she felt uncomfortable, she was welcome to leave. If she wanted to go forward, she would be questioned about her questionnaire to determine if she was the right fit. That would last maybe 30 minutes. If she cleared that, there would be a physical examination to eliminate any medical issues that may disqualify her. That might take an hour or two at most. After the test, she would be free to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you local or have you traveled her for the interview?” he asked her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I live 30 minutes away, right here.” she replied<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good, then you can go home.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If selected, she would be called before the end of the day, probably within the next 4-5 hours, and she would have to return in the evening for a few minutes to hand in her consent papers and meet the doctors she would be working with for the next 30 or so days. She nodded her understanding every time he asked if she was following. He continued explaining about the company and the assignment…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

UniMed had developed cutting edge fertility testing equipment, that combined with a drug was going to be demonstrated to possible venture capitalists starting Monday. Because it is a fertility testing product, the assignments can be sexually invasive. If she is selected and consents to the assignment, she cannot back out because they won’t be able to find replacements at such short notice. If she backed out, she would have to pay the company a sum of $30,000, which would be her earning for the assignment if she went through with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There would be a series of up to 30 demos to venture capitalists that she might have to participate in. If all 30 demos were not needed, she would still be paid the entire amount of $30,000. She would be paid on the same day that the demo happened, in cash, a sum of $1,000.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Any questions?” he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“When you say, sexually invasive, what do you mean?” Vanessa asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am sorry, I cannot elaborate right now till you consent to the demos, but I would urge you to assume the worst.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“You mean I would have to have sex?” She had a picture of getting fucked by some balding, hairy, pot-bellied doctor. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Like I said, I can’t elaborate right now, but you may assume so, if you prefer. Do you have a problem with that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vanessa didn’t know how to respond. Shaking the image, she shook her head NO. She needed the money damn it, and she would probably not be selected anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excellent!” he said, smiling that killer smile again, “so we can proceed with your questionnaire.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Half an hour later, he guided her to the bed in the center of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I almost forgot to ask,” he said as she climbed on to the bed, “are you on any form of birth control?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vanessa shook her head NO.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excellent,” he said once again, shooting her that dimpled smile, and proceeded to check her pupils. He then asked her to open her mouth and scraped the inside of her cheeks, he also peered down her throat. Next, he got a stethoscope and checked her — front and back — while making her breath in and out. Taking a hammer out, he did some test of reflexes. Blood sample was taken. He handed her a containing and showed her to the bathroom for taking a unine sample. A few other tests followed before he led her back to the bed and asked her to get naked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What?” Vanessa said, shocked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I need to do a full examination Vanessa,” he said smiling, “surely a breast and vaginal exam is necessary for a fertility product. In fact, I will be testing your response to sexual stimulus after a physical exam. You can leave if this is unacceptable. Like I said, you have to expect the worst to proceed. This is almost your last chance to back out.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had no idea what he meant by ‘response to sexual stimulus’, but it sounded erotic coming from him. Reluctantly she nodded her agreement. She was beet red as she started stripping before the most handsome man she had seen. His eyes were appraising her as more and more of her body got exposed. He seemed to be genuinely impressed, but it was impossible to say if he was medically impressed or sexually.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Once she was completely naked, he walked up to her and caressed her boobs, pinched her nipples and ran his fingers over her pussy, “just a preliminary check,” he said winking, “now begins the real exam.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He asked her to lay back on the bed on her back. As she lay down, she saw him take out some equipment, walk to one corner of the room and drag a huge digital display. He connected some of the equipment to the display and powered it on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ready?” he asked her, smiling down at her. Yes she nodded, her heart thudding in her chest. She thought, ‘I am anything but ready for whatever is coming.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He connected one end of the equipment to one of her nipples and another at the base of the other breast. With gloved hands, he pressed and squeezed her breasts and the free nipple, glancing up at the display and nodding at whatever readings it showed. Vanessa felt her pussy start to moisten at this intimate touching by this Greek God of a man. Closing her eyes, she tried to shut her thoughts out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please relax Vanessa,” he said pausing, “sexual thoughts are perfectly alright, you don’t have to try and shut them out,” he added, seemingly reading her mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a few more minutes of ‘examining’ her breasts and nipples, he disconnected the equipment and moved towards her legs. Spreading her legs wide, he inserted one end of the equipment inside her pussy hole and the other just above her clitoris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You are moist already,” he said, smiling at her, “excellent!”<\/p>\n\n\n

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Then he entered her with two gloved fingers, gliding them in and out of her slowly, glancing at the display every now and then and nodding approval. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vanessa was getting extremely aroused with every passing minute and unconsciously started moaning and thrusting up to the rhythm of his fingers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She knew her pussy was gushing with her juices. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she realized what she was doing, she blushed beet red and tried to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, no…” she heard him say, “don’t control your natural responses. Just relax and be as natural as you can be.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Throwing her head back, she gave in to the sensations she was feeling, her moaning and pelvic movements returned as she imagined this hunk fucking her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a few minutes, he used his free hand to start stroking her clitoris while continuing to finger-fuck her. God, this was too erotic to resist. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Vanessa arched her back, closed her eyes, and came, screaming and shaking. To her horror, she was squirting like a faucet, spraying her juices around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she opened her eyes, she found Mr Dimples mouth open, catching whatever he could of her squirts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excellent,” he said once she was done, licking his lips smiling at her beet red face, her breath coming in short gasps. She wasn’t sure if he was talking about her ‘responses to sexual stimulus’, her orgasm or the taste of her cum. She hoped the latter, blushing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pulled his fingers out of her, disconnected the equipment and asked her to get dressed. She was actually disappointed that he wasn’t going to fuck her after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He walked out another door while she was getting dressed up and she was seated at the interview desk by the time he returned with a folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Here’s the consent and non-disclosure form,” he said, handing her the folder, “you can take this with you. If you are selected and get the call, we will need you to bring it back signed when you return later today. Please read this carefully before signing. Violation of any of the terms in this document will mean a violation of contract and instead of getting paid, you will owe the company $30,000.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still recovering from the orgasmic experience, Vanessa took the folder with trembling hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“All the best.” He said, “you can go home now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With that, he led her the same way he had brought her in and once they were back in the waiting room, called out the next name while she made her way to the reception. Looking at her watch, she realized she was in there for just over two hours. No wonder I didn’t see that other girl leaving she thought, as she walked out of the building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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At 3:00 pm that afternoon, her phone rang. It was from UniMed congratulating her on being selected and asking her to return to the office with the signed consent forms within the next 2 hours. She was there in 30 minutes. The same receptionist — looking as bright and cheery as she did that morning — greeted her and asked her to wait a minute. She called someone on the intercom to announce that Vanessa was here. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dr Shaw will be with you in a minute,” she said beaming at Vanessa. In less than a minute, a door on the other side of the reception area opened and out walked Mr Dimples. So, that’s Dr Shaw, Vanessa thought. As soon as he spotted her, he smiled and walked up and shook her hand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Welcome back,” he said, “have you got the consent forms signed?” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, Vanessa nodded, her throat going dry and handed him the folder. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Excellent!” he said taking it from her, “please follow me.” With that, he turned and headed towards the door he had come out of. Vanessa followed him. He led her to a large conference room. Guiding her to a chair, he sat down next to three other doctors. At the head of table was a 40-something man, who seemed to be the leader of the group assembled here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After checking her consent forms, they explained what the demos were going to be in great detail. 30 minutes later, Vanessa walked out of UniMed shocked, red-faced and highly aroused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Monday, 8:00 am:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vanessa’s heart was hammering in her chest as she lay on the king size bed — stark naked. Dr Shaw and two of the doctors who had met her on Friday stood next to the bed — also completely naked. Somewhere out of sight, she could hear Archie (that’s how Prof. Acharya asked her to call him), the leader of the group talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were on a stage in a largish auditorium. The auditorium lights were off with only a spotlight shining on her naked form. A number of wires were connected to her, leading to various displays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A woman’s response to sexual stimulus also provides critical information about her sexuality and sexual compatibility. Today, we can say with 99.2% accuracy what length and girth penis would be ideally suited for any given female who has undergone our tests. We can also determine the race, age, height, built and a number of other details of her ideal sexual partner….<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Why is this important? We live in a race against time. Failed relationships are not only professionally damaging, they chip away at the emotional stability of a person. Knowing who is sexually fertile and who isn’t, what’s the ideal time for insemination — to a window of 30 minutes — with 99% accuracy, who are ideal sexual partners, and all the details we can gather can be break-through for not just the medical industry, but also for the dating and match-making industry.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He then proceeded to introduce the doctors — each of who had 9″ cocks of exactly 3″ diameter, the ideal length and girth for Vanessa — along with their sexual and emotional compatibility scores with Vanessa…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr Boris Fischer<\/strong>, 6′ 4″ in height stood closest to Vanessa’s face. With a body that looked like a sculpture, he was a perfect male specimen. However, he neither had sexual nor emotional compatibility with Vanessa. Dr Archie’s prediction was that Dr Fischer would need 17 minutes from the time of penetration to climax, but while sexually aroused, he wouldn’t be able to give Vanessa an orgasm in that time regardless of the amount of foreplay they indulged in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr Arif Nisar<\/strong>, 5′ 4″ was actually 2 inches shorter than Vanessa. Aged 38, he had a slight beer belly and was the least physically impressive of the three men. However, his sexual compatibility with Vanessa was much better than that of Dr Fischer and Dr Archie predicted he would need 8 minutes from penetration to insemination but Vanessa would orgasm once during that time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally he introduced Dr Vikram Shaw<\/strong>, 5′ 11″ tall, aged 31, well built without the athletic physique of Dr Fischer. Dr Archie claimed Dr Shaw was the best sexual and emotional partner for Vanessa. His forecast was that he would need 13 minutes from penetration to insemination and that Vanessa would orgasm twice in that period. The longer the foreplay between them, the greater the probability of additional orgasms. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, he read out Vanessa’s forecasts:<\/p>\n\n\n\n