Searching for a Virgin Male with Delicious Semen
At last, my exams and thesis defense are complete, and my diploma is in my possession. To be honest, not many people still choose to become a philologist in today's world, but now I have a higher education. I sighed sorrowfully, thinking that philologists often end up teaching in schools. And when I imagine a bunch of screaming children who need clarification on something, while also maintaining their discipline, it's hard to stomach that. Another option is working at a snack bar, standing behind the counter and announcing that the cash register is open. Not a particularly appealing option. What else could I possibly do? I don't have any other skills.
So, maybe I can take some online courses for a profession in high demand. But then... Why spend five years of my life trying to achieve something that I now struggle to see the purpose of? I'm only twenty-two, unattached, unemployed, and with little prospects. The longer I thought about it, the more apprehensive I became. Not to mention my parents. They never fail to inquire about my personal life, asking about my relationships, the passage of time, and what my plans are. Awaiting my reaction, they've already consumed all the milk and butter, and it's high time I sorted out my future.
I was considering leaving the hostel, which couldn't be my home for much longer. Perhaps they might let me stay if I found a roommate. But every time I weighed my options, the idea of going back to my parents weighed me down. After studying for five years, they wouldn't simply let me linger in the hostel. I'd need to find a rented apartment or return home. Where I'd undergo a constant stream of criticism.
I shook my head, wishing I had someone to talk to. Then, remembering that my neighbor Vadim had traveled for his fourth-year internship, I realized I was alone in the dorm for the next two weeks. I'd have to move out before he returned, finding someone else a place to stay.
Restless, I settled at my desk. I felt uneasy, and it wasn't just the absence of my neighbor. Suddenly, an ad to the left of my computer screen captivated my attention. It's usually a nuisance, constantly trying to redirect me from one site to the next, but now it was different. A friendly teenager in a pink top and plaid skirt smiled warmly and waved to greet me. Her text read, "Virgin with tasty sperm needed. Living together." Below that, a phone number. A phone number! Not a website address or a button to click, but a phone number!
"With tasty sperm," I wondered, "what does that mean?" Maybe this was just another porn site where you only posted blowjobs? Then it would suit me. I clicked on the image of the blonde teen, but it directed me to a page where the image was enlarged, accompanied by a phone number and the same message.
I wasn't sure, but this might just be an escort agency. I could call and they'd tell me what to do, right? It didn't excite me the idea of sex for money. However, if I just made a call, what did I have to lose? Nobody would notice, right? Except my phone number would somehow get listed in their advertising database. And why would I need that?
I checked my phone balance. I still had some money left. The cat would have criticized the loss, but I was more concerned with my possible panic attack. Then it hit me - this is probably a type of sex work. I decided to call, and I'd see what happens. No risk, especially if nobody answers. Yeah, except that my number might get included in their marketing list. But why would I need such a thing?
And that was when it dawned on me - this was quite possibly a strange form of sexual service. I called the number, and it rang out. Could this be a scam?
I checked my wallet and reassured my nerves that I had some money left. It wouldn't ruin me if someone wanted cash. I clicked in another window to check the phone number. The program for phishing numbers didn't make any false alarms. It's not that I completely understood what phishing was, but it would pick up on scammers. So, maybe it was safe to call?
And understanding came - yes, probably just a sex work agency. I dialed the number, hearing the dial tone. Was this the start of my entry into a career in the honey pots? anxiously awaited the sound of the phone being picked up.
Wait, if her number is on the whitelist, then this wouldn't be an escort, right? So what's the story? Is it about a malnourished girl? Is it even the girl in the photo? Maybe she's just craving young guys. I got nervous. Nope, not this. I'll ask her to send a picture with today's paper in the background and show the clock on her computer.
What paper though? People haven't been buying them for a century. Let him take a photo with an ad behind him and display the time on his computer! So, I've decided to call. If needed, I'll just throw away this SIM card; I won't be needing my university contacts in a short while. Later, as I reflected on it, this felt like the most odd and life-changing decision I ever made.
As things stood, with my pants down, I dialed the number. After a few beeps, I heard, "Hello, are you on the ad?" The voice was male. Well, as anticipated - a regular divorce. But unusual, I should have just ended the call, but for some reason, I answered, "Yes, what do you mean?"
And the voice explained. Yes, his name is Pavel Dmitrievich, and indeed the girl in the picture is his daughter, who's just turned eighteen years old. She needs a guy, and not just an ordinary one. He's looking for someone who would provide his penis for a blowjob any time of the day or night, performed by this very daughter, whose name, by the way, is Dasha. Dasha is totally into blowjobs, her father's baldness was consumed, so he followed her lead. My tasks will include being available around-the-clock and ready for kisses and various caresses, but with no penetration involved. The pay rate is a thousand times higher than my stipend. Actually, I didn't believe it when the voice named the amount and asked me to confirm it. But for this money, I would have irregular working hours and possibly nights.
Naturally, it was hard to believe in this outright garbage. It's likely just a prank! But who could prank me like this? Vadim wouldn't go through such a hassle. My classmates even more likely wouldn't do it. So who's left? The parents? It's inconceivable! The plan seems too bizarre and unrealistic, but if it's true, it is. I was trembling with excitement. I was almost shaking. Collecting my thoughts, I returned to Dasha's father with a sensible question.
- Hold on, if you're willing to pay so much, why not turn to a professional agency? They have people with relevant experience...
- Exactly, that's the point! They don't have virgins. What's more, the candidates there are... Let's say, not the most ordinary people. You see, I possess Dasha... She's not experienced in these matters at all. Quite the contrary. I'd almost say, she's a beginner, or at best, an apprentice, if such a word exists. Dasha has never had a boyfriend. Never been kissed. And now it occurred to me... That's when my idea started to take shape. Initially, I tried to convince her to give up on this idea. I explained that it's unacceptable. But she held her ground. And I'm not accustomed to arguing with my daughter...
- Incredible stuff.
- I know, and yet... Are you prepared to drive over for a meeting?
- Hmm, what do you want me to bring?
- You require a certificate of sexual health, but that's for later. At the moment, what you should do is share your social network links.
- Of course. I gave him the address to my page. There's not much data there yet - a photo of me from two years ago, where I've got less than human, and some music tracks. I could be acting foolishly, but... This is it. I called myself a white mushroom - get in.
- And you should know that your diet is significant. Could you describe what you eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
- Okay, I'm a vegetarian. I love melons, and when they're out of season, I consume bananas, oranges, and the like.
- Fantastic! Fabulous! Do you have any alcohol, cigarettes, or other bad habits?
- Absolutely not!
- Incredible! Could your driver pick you up in two hours or so?
- Huh... Two hours. I'm not prepared.
My daughter has unique hobbies, and one of them is theoretical blowjob. Dasha was concerned that this guy might not share these interests. Besides, the traditional approach of dating and relationships seemed too time-consuming to her.
- To be truthful...
- Anyway, you've got nothing to lose. And one more thing - before the chauffeur arrives, can you send me a pic of your erect penis?
- Excuse me, what?
-- My daughter wants to, as they say, examine the item you're offering.
My heart skipped a beat. I realized they meant to blackmail me if I sent these photos. However, proving it was mine could be tricky. If it was all a scam, I could simply change my SIM card. I took a deep breath and began to take pictures. From different angles, we got seven photos. I sent them all to Pavel Dmitrievich's number. He called back just a few minutes later.
- This is fantastic! My daughter is thrilled! She really liked your size! And Dasha's physique also seemed perfect! We're excited for you to visit us!
- So the driver will take you directly to you?
- No, I said - first you will go to a private clinic and get tested for all known diseases there. And only then will you go to our home. Agree?
- Of course, exactly... I also wanted to ask you something - did... did you consider other candidates?
"You're the only one who didn't hang up when you learned what you had to do," Pavel Dmitrievich's voice took on a darker tone. - We'd hoped there would be more applicants, frankly. Finding you is a great success. So far, you meet all the requirements. Don't let us down!
"Uh... I'll try." After that, we said our goodbyes and I hung up.
I was overwhelmed with anticipation, so strong that I even started jumping. Could it be that all my problems would be solved in one go? Lack of communication with girls, potential loss of housing, lack of work... And then everything disappeared so quickly! And not just that, but a girl... so adorable! My heart sang and danced - I'd never been so happy in my life. It felt like this was just a dream about to end. I pinched myself, it hurt, and chose to take a shower.
Standing under the water, I thought about what awaited me. For some reason, my imagination was reluctant to visualize it. Maybe it couldn't believe this was possible. I washed my body from head to toe, dried my head, and combed my damp hair. After a while, the phone rang again. The driver was waiting for me downstairs. I hastily put on shorts and a T-shirt and ran downstairs to the start of a new adventure.
The driver's name was Alexander. He was a little older than me and rather taciturn, fitting the serious black SUV he was driving. I still didn't know if the driver knew the reason why his employer needed me or not. We stopped at a private clinic, where I already had an appointment. The express test was indeed fast - after all the necessary procedures, I got the results in just half an hour. As expected, nothing was found on me. Alexander informed Pavel Dmitrievitch about it.
"Here we are, Arkady," forty minutes later, Alexander addressed me by name for the first time.
We stopped in a cottage village near a high, wrought-iron fence. The gates opened sideways to let the car into the territory. The property turned out to be enormous, featuring a fountain made of white stone in the courtyard, a pond housing swans, and a whole park in the distance. The house itself was three-story and beautifully finished. I felt reassured - the likelihood that my telephone interlocutor could afford the agreed-upon enormous salary dramatically increased.
Pavel Dmitrievich and his daughter greeted me when I arrived. The father wrapped a protective arm around his daughter, who leaned into his embrace, her eyes wide and focused on me. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks. Dasha's clothes matched the ones in the advertisement - a pink blouse and a plaid mini-skirt. She even wore white socks under her shoes. I greeted Pavel Dmitrievich, trying to hide my eagerness. We headed up to his office, where an expansive space awaited us. Pavel Dmitrievich took a seat at his desk, and Dasha settled next to him. She crossed her legs and shyly smiled at me, her emerald eyes captivating me with their beauty, her flat stomach, and the curves her top accentuated. She also bore her bare shoulders for me to admire. The thought of actually touching this young woman had fueled my fantasies for so long, I wondered if my dreams were finally coming true.
Pavel Dmitrievich removed a leaflet from his clinic from his file and placed it aside.
"You're here to sign the contract?" he asked.
"Yes, if you're ready," I said, secretly excited.
After putting his certificate from the clinic away, he turned to Dasha.
"Are you ready, Dashenka?" he said.
I swallowed my anticipation down and glanced back at Dasha. She smiled tentatively before moving her focus to the floor, removing her skirt, and began twirling a blonde curl in her fingers. Her pink top revealed her waist and the curves beneath.
"Is it true she's...?" I inquired, feeling a sudden surge of curiosity.
Pavel and Dasha exchanged knowing glances.
"She's eighteen, of course!" Pavel responded.
They both giggled, and Dasha's sheepish smile revealed her teeth.
"Then let's sign this paperwork, shall we?" Pavel said, taking a seat and extending his arm to hand me the contract.
The thought of reading and adhering to the terms didn't cross my mind - I completely trusted this father-daughter duo. I trusted them so much, without a second thought. With this mindset, I wanting nothing more than to touch this amazing girl.
"Do we need you to... watch?" I asked, gratitude in my voice.
"Of course! I'll check on how well you're doing it if you're in my daughter's room!" Pavel stated.
Dasha leaned forward in her chair, sharing her plan.
"Arkady... would you like to experience me giving you oral sex first? I've always wondered what it's like to have a guy's semen in my mouth." Her voice was kind, gentle, even arousing. "But, well, I've never kissed anyone. Can we start with that? Would you... kiss me first?" she asked, her blush returning and a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"I... well, I've never kissed anyone, either," was my embarrassed reply.
"Amazing!" Pavel interjected. "Though, you and Dasha are on the same page. Go ahead!"
"Since you've never been kissed..." Dasha started but then hesitated. "Can I at least pull down my panties?"
I nodded. "Yes... that should help you feel more comfortable."
Dasha approached me, her blush returning, and slowly lowered her panties to her knees before her skirt fell back up over them. The blue panties had a pink bow and she even wore white socks under her sandals, a fair blend of innocence and allure. I approached her and hugged her, suddenly taking in the sensation of her soft skin.
"Put my glasses on," she said.
Taking her glasses, she pushed them up her nose, the lenses highlighting her innocent expression.
"Our first kiss," she whispered. Her green eyes met mine, and we leaned in slowly. Our lips met, tongues touching and mingling. Her softness and tenderness took my breath away. It was my first time kissing a girl, and it was better than I could have imagined. Dasha's body wasn't the only thing enticing me; her nipples became visible through her pink shirt as they pressed against the fabric.
"Can I touch you?" I asked, wanting to experience more of her softness and grace.
"No, let's just... take it slow," she whispered, getting comfortable in her chair as I moved closer to her. "I'll be back in a minute," Pavel said then left the room.
"Would you like to be naked?" Dasha asked.
"...Maybe." I considered my choices. "It's just that I've never... done anything like this, letting a woman...see me."
Dasha thought for a moment then stood up. "I'll pull them down," she said and slipped her pants off, leaving her in her pink shirt and bare feet.
As we stood in front of each other, my pants felt more snug, and my heart beat faster and faster.
"If I... undo your shirt, will you be okay with that?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied, "but I think I'd prefer if you left it on and..." She hesitated. "Let's put them back on." She sat down and did just that.
She slid her panties back up and sat back in her chair, holding up a pen. We both signed our names on the documents before a second copy, excited but also a bit unsure about this additional commitment.
In that moment, Dasha's dad returned to the room with a camera. He started filming, which kind of brought us back to reality from our passionate kissing session. A few minutes later, Dasha moved away from me, blushed, and asked:
"Arkady, in what position do you want a blowjob? Should I kneel in front of you, or maybe you'll lie down and I'll sit on your feet? Or I can also sit in a chair, and you can..." She paused, looking up at me. "Just fuck me in the mouth!"
I chuckled. "I think it'd be better on your knees," I replied, surprised by how she was asking me to choose the position.
Dashenka nodded, and without hesitation, her father brought out a pillow from somewhere. She sat on it with her knees and removed her shoes. Then she unbuttoned her top and asked me to touch her chest. It was unreal to feel the weight and elasticity in my hand, her big nipples, and soft skin. Dasha put my hands back on her, and funny enough, she pulled down my shorts, exposing my erect penis. Her father started filming as Dasha looked at me.
"Dad, he's bigger than in the photo!" Dasha exclaimed, impressed.
"It's okay, Dasha, you don't need to swallow it all at once," her dad replied, emphasizing that he had thought of everything.
"Well... We can probably take it a bit deeper each time," I offered.
"Exactly! I'll do so!" Then, as if signaling her father, Dasha took my penis with her palm and gently guided it to her lips. It felt amazing, and I couldn't believe that I had to choose the position. My knees felt like they were going to give out, and my penis began to pulsate.
"Oh no..." I murmured as I came, my penis inadvertently shooting white liquid on Dasha's face. The teenager immediately shut her eyes.
Pavel Dmitrievich had already provided some napkins, but Dasha refused, commenting, "But I like it like this". She then took a little of the liquid on her finger and popped it in her mouth. "Dad, it's sweet!"
"How great, dear!" her father kept clicking his camera, filming his daughter's beaten up face from different angles.
I thought my penis would relax after the first eruption, but it didn't. Instead, it became hard again in a matter of seconds. The sight of Dasha's face being covered in my sperm, together with the situation itself, were too hot.
"Wow, he's hard again!" Dasha announced, obviously surprised. Then she sat up and placed my member in her mouth. This time, however, there was pain - Dasha had bitten it by accident.
"Aah, teeth!" I cried out. The girl quickly removed my penis from her mouth and looked terrified, awkwardly glancing at her father.
"Daughter, try to hide your teeth by making your lips like the letter 'o,'" her dad said, demonstrating how. Dasha nodded and started again. No more mishaps this time, only the sensation of pure absolute pleasure. My penis slipped into Dasha's mouth only a quarter of its length, but that was enough. I held the back of her head and pressed it closer, causing her to make snorting and gurgling noises. The second eruption happened before I could react.
Dasha opened her mouth and showed me and her dad the contents. There was a pool of semen on her tongue. Then she closed her lips, moved her tongue around, and made a couple of swallowing motions. She opened her mouth again, and it was pink and clean, without any more sperm traces. "Mmm, it's so great," I murmured in a breathless voice.
Next, she grabbed my penis with her little hand, and with her other palm, she caressed herself. Her panties were still on her knees. This time there was less sperm, but it fell beautifully on Dasha's forehead and nose. She orgasmed just from her touch.
We then went to her room, where Dasha showed me her full-size teddy bear and the bed we'd be sharing. She removed all her clothes, disregarded her panties still around her knees, and pulled me by the hand to the park. Sitting on a bench, she took my penis in her mouth and bragged about me to the gardeners, guards, and servants, who all acted like nothing was happening. I couldn't help but feel insane from her tiny, tender mouth, which meant I had a whole night ahead of me with her.
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