Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 11:11:02 -0800 (PST) From: Victoria Subject: Victoria Submits 16 Victoria Submits 16 Well the fateful day had arrived! I took the morning off for family reasons, to help my cousin you see, and I planned to go right from there to work after I finished, for the afternoon shift. I knew there a few dogs coming in at the clinic, and at least one of them was a male, an intact one. Since I was going direct to work I showed up at the fertility clinic dressed as I normally do, as a woman. I wore a pretty white lace blouse which was tucked into a gray flannel pleated skirt (so flirty!) on top of bra, panties, stockings and heels of course. I still thought it odd that my aunt insisted that my sperm be used to impregnate her bitchy adopted daughter, who was always mean to me. But that's what family is for I guess, to help each other out. I couldn't believe that I had agreed to this, but my Aunt had decided I was to be the sperm donor for her new grandson, my DNA mixing with that of her adopted precious little Becky Lynn. With clear eyes though, Becky Lynn is not so precious and never was. She is and always was a dominating bitch, and when she realized I was attracted to her panties when I was little, she seized on that and pushed me along. Some of the things she made me do...oh my! I tried not to think about it and focused on the task at hand. Aunt Alice saw me the minute I arrived and gave me a pained expression. She almost ran up to me as my heels clicked on the linoleum tile of the clinic entrance. "Donald! Good heavens, couldn't you dress as a male, just once?" "Well I'm sorry, Aunty...I don't have boy clothes anymore, you see Darla burned them. And please Aunt I've asked you to address me as Victoria. Please remember I am transitioning." Her face reddened and she shook her head in shame...or was it disgust? I can't tell anymore. "Hmm, transitioning to what? To a girl, or to a dog, a female bitch?" It's a good thing I warned the staff here that you were an unusual sperm donor. We'll just have to make the best of this. I'm counting on you, remember Donald...err Victoria...to produce a great big load of your goo so that it can be inserted into dear Becky Lynn's vagina! And do try to not make a spectacle of yourself!" I never know what to say to her when she talks this way. I love her, and I know I should stand up to her, after all sometimes she can be awfully cruel, though I doubt she means to be. A sissy is not known for confrontation, I said nothing and looked down in shame. We walked the short distance to the reception counter. "May I help you ladies?" It was my Aunt who spoke, as usual. "This is Donald, your 10:30 appointment for sperm donation. My daughter Becky Lynn is in Room 12, with her legs splayed waiting for you to insert his sperm." The nurse at the counter, a rather plain looking woman in her fifties, stood up from her chair and leaned over the counter. I felt here eyes on me, looking me up and down. It was awkward. "Please nurse, do call me Victoria, and yes I have agreed to provide my semen, such as it is, to help my cousin have a baby." The nurse looked me up and down, over her worldly Diane Von Furstenburg eyeglass frames, and sneered. "But...Donald...are you potent? Do you even HAVE a penis?" My Aunt started laughing, loudly. She was enjoying my discomfort. "Yes nurse, I do...it may be small, but it has passed your test as to sperm production and viability. It should be in your records..." "Hmmm...well let's see....yes...here it is...you are bordering the lower limit of potency, but I guess it will have to do, I hope there's enough to fill the syringe. He must be quite a disappointment to you, Ma'am...all dressed up like some kind of sissy?" "Oh my yes! My dear, you have no idea! You see nurse, my daughter, who is adopted, wants a child without any chance of the father trying to assert himself into his or her life. Victoria here will provide some of my family's genetics into my grandchild's DNA. Please don't judge our family by Donald...I mean Victoria here...we are a proud family, despite the way this little one turned out. " "Hmm, yes I can well imagine. I'll get a technician to meet you and escort you to the room for your deposit. In the meanwhile please have a seat in the waiting room, LADIES..." Auntie took me by the arm and we went to sit on a large sofa, there were plenty of men around and I did seem to attract some attention, that happens and I like it. I sat in a ladylike manner, my legs close together at first. A few people looked at us, but it wasn't too uncomfortable, though I felt a man staring at me and I tried to avoid looking directly in his eyes. I find that's best for a sissy, the eyes tell so much. As we waited I made small talk, and I found out that Becky Lynn was in back, and had been there for awhile getting ready for the procedure, waiting for a vial of my sperm to be shot up her twat. If you knew my cousin you would know how demanding and impatient she can be. I felt myself getting tense and uneasy, so much was expected of me. It may not be much for you, jacking off into a sterile container, but for a tiny dicked sissy like me, who has been on and off female hormones, the thought of ejaculating on command while a woman waits, her legs spread, is kinda scary! That man was just ogling my legs again, he's a young Hispanic male, and I assumed he was there to donate sperm as well. As he groped himself I could tell he would have no trouble pumping out a load and I wondered why he would need help in impregnating someone. The thought occurred to me that perhaps the staff here could hire me on to assist the men in getting them to orgasm, I could wear a crisp white lab coat with nothing but lingerie underneath, perhaps a pretty corset and stockings, and a pair of tight panties to hide my shameful little panty bump. The only problem I perceived in that plan would be my reluctance to allow the sperm to fill a container and not end up in my tummy! When I work a cock to orgasm I want to feed on the sperm I've coaxed from within giggle. The Hispanic male was called away, I assumed to his private cubicle to masturbate, sporting what looked to be like a nice but not overly large erection in his pants. He gave me a lurid smile and grabbed himself as he exited, making me think he would think of me when he jacked off for his beloved. Love that! The interaction between us was observed and of course noted by my dear aunt. "Donald! I can't believe what a little slut you are, I saw you flirting and flashing your panties for that young man, and right in front of me! Have you no shame or sense or moral decorum? Can't you focus on being a man, at least for a few minutes? You know how much Becky Lynn has been counting on you producing sperm for her, after all she has always been so good to you, accepting you and all your deviant desires as you grew up. I's not every girl that will share her panties and slips and dresses with another girl, let alone a strange, effeminate little boy cousin! Why, she even covered for you when I confronted her over strange stains in her panties and nighties. Had I known I was treating her fine silky things for dried semen I could have saved a good number of those clothes from permanent staining. I couldn't have my precious Becky Lynn leaving the house with panties showing rings from your little puddles, could I?" "Um no, I suppose you're right Auntie. That would be embarrassing for her I guess. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you." "That's all right, precious. I suppose you can't help it." The condescending tone made me shudder, and I felt my little clit retracting, pulling back in my panties. It was so small now that I could feel it had withdrawn almost completely inside me, like it was trying to disappear. The same thing seems to happen when I am servicing a cock and feeling incredibly submissive. The unsettled silence was disturbed by a a young man with a clip board, and a firm, powerful voice. "Donald....is there a Donald here?" I jerked to my feet and in a squeaky nervous voice that I instantly regretted, I replied. "Yes...that's me!" The waiting room, filled with about fifteen people, mostly men, went still and I heard a few gasps. I guess they're not used to a 6 foot tranny goddess answering to the name of Donald! I looked to the orderly or whatever he was, awaiting his instructions. The smile on his handsome black face made me realize he was cool with me, that if he didn't approve, at least he got me, knew what I was. He was broad shouldered and quite tall, well built. He winked at me and told me to follow him. As my heels clicked along the tile floor of the clinic, I was lead down several corridors and he knocked on Room 12 and we entered. There I saw the annoyed face of my cousin Becky Lynn. I don't know what her issues are, but would it hurt to wear some makeup and try to look pretty? Like some red headed women, Becky Lynn's face was littered with freckles, something a good coat of makeup could easily hide. She was in a white gown, on a table, with her legs spread. Thankfully I was spared form seeing her naked from the waist down, she was covered. I actually saw a bit of that when I was younger when we were playing and she got terribly dominant with me. I had a quick uncomfortable flashback form our youth that involved forced pussy eating and small peeny humiliation, but I shook it out of my head. I had to...Becky Lynn had something to say! "Oh shit! Is that you, Donnie? Just look at you all tarted up! Well Mother has told me all about you and your exploits, but I can't believe what several years have done to you! Are you sure you're even able to get it up?" Yes, Becky Lynn was still a bitch! "Yes Becky Lynn, it's me, but please call me Victoria. Your mother had my sperm tested and it has been found to be viable. Are you sure you want to do this?" "Oh absolutely! I know I won't have to put up with any male nonsense from you...no interference in the pregnancy or the way I raise my child. The truth is it matters so much to Mother to have you and your pathetic sperm involved, and I'd rather stay on her good side, I'm sure you understand." "But Becky Lynn, surely I could have some kind of contact with the child...." "Come closer sissy..." I bent over, leaning close to Becky Lynn. She smiled and looked in my eyes, then turned deadly serious, full on bitch mode. "Donald, Mother has told me what a shameful whore you have become. Mating with dogs? I mean really...how long can you go?" I gulped. "And there I see for myself the dog collar you are wearing around your neck, with the little doggy name tag...what does it say hmm? Bitch? You know I think I can even smell dog on you....you disgust me!" "Then why would you want to bear my child?" "I don't really! Mother wants this, I would certainly prefer the sperm of a real man. You will have no contact ...ever...bitch...with my child. I will ie to him about who his father is. Now go off to your little room and squirm and squeal like a sissy and make me some cum!" I became upset and left quickly, exiting her room to the sound of her laughter. That nice technician, what was his name...Jonathon? I think that was it...he seemed to be right there, outside the door, and he smiled and led me around a corner and into a private room. "Now I can't call you Donald, that doesn't seem right does it?" "No, thank you for your kindness, please call me Victoria." "Well Victoria, donors use these rooms to produce their samples. As you see there is a sterile plastic cup on the counter, with a lid. It is marked with your information. When you ejaculate please do it in the cup, cover it quickly, and then open this small door on the wall and set your plastic cup on the shelf inside. When you close the door a buzzer will ring on the other side and a technician will remove it on the other side, and inject it into the sperm recipient as soon as possible. The whole thing is done within a few minutes, while the sperm is still viable." I looked around the room, there were magazines laying around, like Penthouse and even a Hustler or two. "I'll leave you to it, if you need anything please pick up the phone and I will answer, I'm covering for the technician on the other side of the wall today and will be administering your deposit." He left and I stripped out of my blouse and skirt, and took off my heels to be more comfortable. I had worn the prettiest black lingerie today, a lacy black bra that did a wonderful job of shaping my little breasts, a matching black garter belt and black stockings. I shimmied out of my black lace french ruffled panties and fingered myself while I thumbed through a a magazine, holding my little cock daintily between two of my fingers and wiggling it, gosh I don't even handle it like a cock anymore, do I? I found a photo spread in Penthouse of a lovely woman, who looked of Mediterranean descent, and at her lovely body. As I looked at her full womanly breasts I pinched my own nipple, grateful for the little bit of boobage that chemicals have provided me. She had pretty pussy I guess, but hairy and I hate that. It didn't do much, I'm afraid, to make my sissyclit get erect. I don't erect at the picture or thought of a naked woman, for that is how I see myself, as a woman. I had to focus on cock, on servicing cock, if I was ever going to get off and even remotely fill that plastic container. The truth is this whole experience has been so upsetting to me, and so much has been said to me, that my head was wringing from what some people would call mental abuse. I just call it family. I thought about cock, man cock...dog cock. I felt myself the most excited when I thought about the doberman who had my ass yesterday at work. He's a strong brown and tan, incredibly horny and muscular breeding stud named Maximilian. Dr. Timmons had diagnosed him as being sexually frustrated, and he assured the dog's owner, Mrs. Wilkins, that with an overnight stay he would make sure that his "system was properly flushed and in good order". Well what that entailed was my breeding hole being rubbed with bitch scent and the doctor slapping my ass and telling Maximilian "fuck the bitch!" And fuck me he did! He was certainly aggressive! I remembered how hard he was, and how adept he was at finding the entrance to my hole. Mmmm. When he got inside me he went in all the way, and it was an uncomfortable breeding at first. It took a while for my body to relax and accept his cock but then it was quite satisfying. Damn. My ass pussy was sore form that fucking though, and when I got home last night Thor smelled the dog on me and was agitated. He pissed on my leg and Darla insisted I offer up my mouth to him in consolation so I did. My little cock was getting nowhere. I knew Becky Lynn was waiting, and I panicked. I just had to produce sperm or never hear the end of it. The scorn from my aunt and cousin would be intense even for me, I can handle a lot. I picked up the phone and Jonathon was on the other end of the line. "Jonathon would you come in here please, I need your help." "Certainly, I'll be right in." Jonathon entered and smirked at my appearance. He probably didn't get many sperm donors in women's lingerie! His eyes focused on my flaccid state and smirked. "Having problems?" "Yes", I sighed. "How can I help? My that is a little one, and I see a lot around here!" "Um yes, I know...well you see Jonathon...Sir...it typically helps me to achieve erection and to even orgasm if I have a real man's cock in my mouth. In the interest of successful reproduction would you help a sissy out and let me suck on yours while I stroked?" Jonathon just laughed, undid his belt and dropped his pants. I could see he was wearing a pair of cotton boxers, rather nondescript, what a man would wear. He pulled them down and his cock and balls bounced out. He had a strong thick black bush and his cock was long and thick, even just a little hard. He was uncut, and had a lovely fat cock head that made me lick my lips. This could work! I dropped to my knees before him and immediately took the head into my mouth. I sighed at the taste of him, manly, a bit sweaty and he smelled very potent. I wrapped the shaft of his cock in my pretty fingers, noting how lovely my nail polish looked contrasted with his rich chocolate skin and I focused on his cock. It was delicious, and started to thicken in my mouth and pulse with excitement! "Hmm, sissy...aren't you supposed to be stroking your little cock to produce your deposit? We're on the clock here, patients are waiting." Giggle Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about the matter at hand. That kind of thing happens when I I'm focusing on pleasuring a penis! I stroked my semi hard cock as I sucked him. I could tell he was enjoying it as he put his hand in my hair and started to encourage me, to take control I looked up to see him unbutton his shirt, revealing an incredible body, a chest lightly haired and muscles obviously toned in a gym somewhere. He was so masculine, a strong confident black man. Mmmm such a contrast to me, dressed in the sissiest of outfits, on my knees and admiring his maleness, as if I were breathing it in. "That's it...watch your teeth, baby, I know it's a fat one! I knew you were a hot bitch the moment I saw you. Does having a real man's cock in your mouth help you make that little penis of yours cum?" He leaned over to look at me stroking, while my mouth never left his cock, bobbing up and down with delight. He had a magnificent cock, fully veined and pulsing in my mouth like they were made for each other. I took in his maleness, trying to urge my little clit to get nice and hard to make it spurt for my bitchy cousin's pussy. "Oh yeah, it's a little hard now I guess, it looks like it's about three inches, not much like my big fat black cock that is filling your mouth! Come on sissy, you can do it....come on..." I pulled valiantly at my little sheclit, wanting it to respond, but my mind was elsewhere. I could tell I was getting to the delectable Brandon, I was pretty crazy with lust and his cock was responding, a quality oral servicing will do that to a man. Sometimes it's that way, I get so into a man's cock I can think of nothing else, and Brandon's cock was perfect in my mouth and I had drool running from between my lips. When a man's cock and a sissy mouth become one, it makes me shake and shudder and this was one of those experiences. I always have given a very wet blow job, and the floor was getting all wet from my drool! My cock was responding, getting hard, and I felt Brandon hand me the plastic cup, removed from it's plastic packaging. He was so efficient! "Don't take your cock off my mouth, faggot...I'm getting close, and I'm gonna nut in your sissy mouth! What a fucking mouth on you...hotter than a pussy...hotter than my wife's mouth....oh yeah, you fucking cocksucker...suck my dick! Hope that makes you cum, you sick fuck..." I felt it pulse, and pulled back on the cock, wanting only the head in my mouth to gauge the full effect of his orgasm, anticipating the size of his load and my abilities to drain a man completely. I jumped at the first blast, then sighed and eagerly accepted his remaining volleys of hot sticky cum. God, there was a lot! As he subsided I felt his body relax a little, and my sheclit had shrunken, totally forgotten about what it was supposed to do. My whole being was focused on accepting his gift. I sat back in a daze and watched as he quickly pulled up his shorts and slacks and buckled his belt. He winked at me! When a man is done cumming, he's done. "Thanks, Donald...now I have to get back to work. When you finish with that sperm sample put it in the cabinet and I will take care of it on the other end. It doesn't look like it did much to make you hard, but it felt great! I needed that!" I was left alone and stayed there on my knees swishing his load around in my mouth as he pulled the door closed behind me and left me to my duty. I pulled on my little pud and tried to make sperm, I truly did, but it was just impossible. I heard a knock at the door and a feminine voice, a nurse perhaps. "Are you almost done Sir? Your recipient is waiting and is quite anxious!" "Ummm, just a minute...." I panicked! I knew I couldn't cum under these circumstances. I didn't know what else to do! I felt a few tears run from my eyes as I picked up the plastic cup, put it to my mouth, and spit out Brandon's load into it. It looked halfway full, I was right that it was a huge load. It looked like a bit of my drool was on the top, but I didn't care. I rose from my knees, screwed on the plastic cap and hesitated. I knew what I was about to do, and in my mind I knew it was wrong, but there was some justification, based on the circumstances and how I had been treated, right. Perhaps it was better this way. I opened the little door on the wall and set the cup inside with a shaky hand, closed the door and proceeded to dress. I tucked my useless little cock inside my pretty panties and numb, I walked out of the room, and back to the waiting room. My aunt was waiting for me with a questioning look. "Well...did it work? Am I becoming a grandmother?" I held my Aunt's hand but couldn't look her in the eye. I vacantly stared across the room. "I hope Becky Lynn is happy, and gets the child she deserves!" I imagined Jonathon, in his technical capacity, handling the cup and then injecting the sperm deposit into my ungrateful cousin. I smiled at the irony of it all. After about twenty minutes he came out to the waiting room and right up to me and Auntie, and spoke to us confidently. "Well, good news! Surprisingly Donald here produced quite a large deposit for insemination! Becky Lynn has been impregnated and will remain in a position with her legs in the air for some time. We want to give the sperm every possible chance to get deep inside her, knowing it's tested so marginally. But we have every reason to believe this will be a successful union, especially with all of the fertility drugs the patient has been taking." "Oh thank you, young man! This is music to my ears! To just think, soon I may be bouncing a lovely little grandchild on my knee! Donald, you've made me very happy!" I blushed and excused myself, telling her I had to get to work. I was uncomfortable receiving praise from her, especially when it was unjustified. I had failed her as I always had failed in being a man. As I shifted uncomfortably in my heels, contemplating my cousin accepting a black man's seed instead of my own, Auntie made sure to mention to Jonathon that I held a similar position to his at a veterinary clinic, but he didn't quite understand. "Donald here assists the doctor there, and helps with reproductive issues, she just loves her dogs...err, I mean her work!" Jonathon's eyes seemed to the immediately focus on the dog collar around my neck and he smiled and winked at me. "I'm sure Victoria is quite efficient in her work, especially assisting with the studs." I was so humiliated I turned on a dime and the sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor, hurriedly exiting the clinic, and I'm sure everyone looked up from their newspapers or magazines. I just had to get out of there and think about something else. I knew what I needed, a cock in my mouth. That would make me feel better, that was my centering. At least if Becky Lynn had a boy he had a chance at a normal life and standing up to her, I was sure a boy child of mine would repeat my mistakes. Even a girl child might have enough moxy to stand up to Becky Lynn and to assert herself, hell, any child produced by that confident black man would certainly be superior to any child I could produce! And besides, if I couldn't be part of the child's life I wanted no genetic link and the emotional pain and baggage that came along with it I figured that when Becky Lynn produced a mixed baby it would be blamed on a mistake made back at the fertility clinic and life would go on. Shit, with fertility drugs that Becky Lynn had taken she could end up with twins, wouldn't that be something! Oh Auntie would be shocked, but she would love the child, after all, she loved me with all my shortcomings as she is so quick to remind me. I wondered if she would suffer somehow in her social standing, with the uppity middle aged white women she surrounded herself with? Well, it's a different world, isn't it? She would have to put on her big girl panties and deal.