Need a Virgin Guy with Tasty Cum

Literotic asexstories – Need a Virgin Guy with Tasty Cum by Lightbrian,Lightbrian
And finally, all the exams and thesis defense are over and the long-awaited diploma is in my pocket. Well, how long-awaited – hardly anyone has given up on the profession of philologist in our time, but… But now I have a higher education. I smiled sadly and thought with sadness that philologists mostly go to work in schools, and when I imagine a crowd of screaming children who still need to explain something and, in addition, monitor their discipline, it makes me cringe. Another option is a snack bar. Stand behind the counter and report that the cash register is free. Yeah… The option is hardly better. What else can you do? I have no other skills.

I took a deep breath. No, you can, of course, take some online courses for a truly in-demand profession, but then… Why the hell did I spend five years of my life getting the coveted crust? I’m twenty-two, no girl, no job, no prospects… The longer I thought about it, the worse it became. And even parents. No matter how you call, my mother will definitely ask about my plans in hints or directly. About relationships, that it’s time, how can it be, and what am I thinking about… And dad is no better – his eloquent glances and chuckles are almost worse than mom’s indignation.

Surely they realize that I am not only a virgin, but have never even gone on dates. Plus, we must not forget that after the fifth year they won’t just leave me in the hostel, I need to negotiate with the commandant – and I’m still not the kind of dealmaker. This means that right now you need to either look for a rented apartment, for which you have nothing to pay, or return to your parents. Where they will drip on your brains every single day.

Shaking my head, I sat down at my laptop. I was already starting to shake from such thoughts. I looked at my watch to see if my neighbor Vadim would come soon. Then I remembered that their fourth year had left for practice and Vados would not be there for the next two weeks. When he returns, I will have already moved out, freeing up a place for another student in our wonderful renovated double room.

Eh, should I masturbate one last time? I looked at the door – it seemed like no one was supposed to come today. He walked up and locked it. And then he sat down and began searching on porn sites for his favorite category lately – deep blowjob in a position where the girl is on her back, hanging her head off the sofa, and the guy is pounding her throat so that you can directly see how his dick is walking in the larynx. It was always terribly interesting what a girl experiences in such a position, how she struggles with reflexes, and in general – can she experience pleasure from this? Suddenly, an advertisement to the right of the video caught my attention. Usually she was very intrusive and invited me to go to another porn site, only now it was paid.

But here – nothing like that. A rather modest girl of about eighteen wearing a pink top and a plaid skirt. She waved her hand welcomingly and smiled. And next to it is the text – “Virgin with tasty sperm required. Living together.” And a phone. Telephone! Not the website address, not the button you were asked to click on, but the phone number! The most common mobile number, with the same code as half of the population of our city.

“With delicious sperm”… What could this mean? Maybe this is a site where they only post blowjobs? Then this is what you need. I clicked on the friendly blonde, but when I went to the page I found myself on a page where there was the same image, only enlarged, a phone number and the same text. And nothing more. I called again. No result. The thought flashed – what if I called? No, this is probably some kind of scam. I’ll call and they’ll write off all the money. Why do I need it?

Checked the balance. There was money left and the cat cried. The balance won’t go into minus? What if he leaves? Then I remembered a program for checking phishing numbers. Although I had a hard time understanding what phishing was, I assumed that in this way it would be possible to weed out scammers who call and offer all sorts of nonsense. I entered the number into the program window and clicked “Check”. A second later, the application responded – the number was on the “white list”, no complaints. So, can I call?

And then suddenly the understanding came – yes, this is probably just some kind of escort agency. I’ll call, they’ll tell you to come, and then… Girls and prices. For some reason, the idea of ​​sex for money didn’t excite me in the slightest. However, if I just call, I don’t lose anything, do I? Yeah, except that my number will get into their database and then they will start calling without a break. Well, why do I need such happiness?

Wait, if the number is on the white list, then it’s hardly an escort? And then what? Is it really some kind of starving…? And probably not the girl in the photo, but some older lady… Who was attracted to young meat. I actually flinched. No, not this… I’ll have to ask her to send a photo with today’s newspaper…

Damn, what newspaper? Nobody has been buying them for a hundred years. Let him take a photo with this ad in the background and show the clock on his computer! So, it’s decided, I’ll call. In the end, as a last resort I’ll just throw away this SIM card; I won’t need my university contacts in a couple of weeks anyway. Later, when I thought about it, I involuntarily came to the conclusion that this was the most extravagant decision of my life. And the most fateful.

As I was, with my pants down, I dialed the number. After a couple of beeps I heard “Hello, are you on the advert?” The voice was male. Well, that’s all, as expected – an ordinary divorce. And in an amicable way I should have just ended the conversation, but for some unknown reason I answered, “Yes, what do you mean?”

And the voice explained. Yes, he explained it in such a way that I almost came without touching my penis. It turned out that the interlocutor’s name is Pavel Dmitrievich, in the picture is his daughter, who recently turned eighteen years old. And this very daughter needs a guy, and not just an ordinary one, but one who, at the first call, will provide his penis for a blowjob at any moment of the day or night, performed by this very daughter, whose name, by the way, is Dasha. Dashenka literally dreams of fellatio, her father’s baldness was eaten away, so he followed the child’s lead. My responsibilities will include constantly being at arm’s length and being ready for kisses and various caresses, which, however, will not involve penetration. The salary is a thousand times more than my stipend. Literally – a thousand! At first I didn’t believe it when the interlocutor named the number and asked me to repeat it. But for this money I will have irregular working hours and, possibly, nights.

Naturally, it was difficult to believe in this outright nonsense. It’s almost certainly just a prank! But just… Prank from whom? Vados wouldn’t bother so much. Classmates – even more so! So who’s left? Parents? Complete nonsense! It turns out that people who could prank me like that simply do not exist in nature! This means that no matter how incredible the explanation is, it is true. I was already suffocated with excitement. I was literally shaking. Having collected the remains of my mind, I turned to Dasha’s father with a completely logical question.

– Wait a minute, if you are willing to pay so much, then why not contact a specialized agency? They have… people with the necessary qualifications…

– Yes, that’s the point! They don’t have virgins. And if there is, then this is… Well, let’s say, a very specific contingent. You see, I have Dasha… In general, she is not that experienced in these matters… Quite the contrary. I would even say that she is not even a beginner, but a trainee or something… Dashenka has never had a boyfriend. She never kissed anyone. And now I got it into my head… This is it. At first I tried to dissuade her, explained that this was completely unacceptable… But she stood her ground. And I’m not used to arguing with my daughter…

– It sounds absolutely incredible.

– I understand, and nevertheless. Are you ready to drive up for an interview?

– Um, what do you need for this?

— You need a certificate of absence of diseases, but this is at the very end. And now… Could you send me links to your social networks?

“Uh, well, yes, of course,” I shrugged and entered the address of my page into the message. There’s still not too much information there – a photo of me from two years ago, where I look at least a little human, and a couple of music tracks. Perhaps I am acting imprudently, but… I called myself a milk mushroom – get into the back.

— And also, your diet is important. Can you tell me what you usually eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

– Well, I’m actually a vegetarian… I love melons, and in winter, when they’re not there, I buy bananas, oranges and so on.

– Wonderful! Simply wonderful! Alcohol, cigarettes, other bad habits?

– Never!

– Amazing! Do you mind if my driver picks you up… well, let’s say in two hours?

– Um… so fast, I just haven’t… I don’t know…

– Why these doubts? Admit it, you liked Dasha, didn’t you?

– Very! – I didn’t pretend to be honest. “And that’s exactly what’s confusing.” Couldn’t she find herself a guy… Well, naturally, so to speak.

“You see, my daughter has very unusual hobbies. Blowjob, even if purely theoretical for now, is just one of them. Dasha was afraid that the guy might… not share some of her hobbies. In addition, the usual path seemed long to her – through dating, relationships, that’s all. Well, that’s her whim, you know?

– Um, to be honest…

– Well, look, in any case, you have nothing to lose. Oh, and one more thing – before the driver arrives, can you send me a photo of your erect penis?

– Uh, sorry, what?

— My daughter wants, so to speak, to look at the product you offer.

Everything inside me froze. So this is what they want – they will get my dick pic, and then they will blackmail me! On the other hand, how will they then prove that it’s mine? If this all turns out to be a scam, then I’ll just change the SIM card. It’s decided! I took a deep breath and started taking pictures. From different angles, we got seven pictures. And I sent all of them to Pavel Dmitrievich’s number. He called back literally a couple of minutes later.

– This is incredible! My daughter is simply delighted! She really liked your size! And Dasha’s form also seemed ideal! We can’t wait for you to arrive!

– Eh, yeah… Well, then the driver will come now and… straight to you?

– No, I said – first you will go to a private clinic and take express tests there for all known diseases. And only then – to our home. Fine?

– Oh yes, exactly… Yes, I also wanted to ask you something else – did… did you have other candidates?

“You are the only one who didn’t hang up when he found out what he had to do,” Pavel Dmitrievich’s voice darkened. – We hoped that there would be more applicants, to be honest. So finding you is a great success. So far you fit all the criteria. Please don’t let us down!

“Uh… I’ll try,” after that we said goodbye and I hung up.

I was seized with jitters, so strong that I was already jumping. Will I really solve all my problems in one fell swoop? Lack of communication with girls, impending loss of housing, lack of work… And then all this literally disappears with the wave of a magic wand! And also a girl.. So… so cute! My heart sang and danced, I had never been so happy in my life. It seemed like it was just a dream and the alarm was about to ring. I pinched myself just in case, winced in pain and decided to take a shower.

Standing under the streams of water, I thought about what was coming. For some reason, I was overwhelmed with emotions, but my imagination was reluctant to draw pictures. Apparently, it could not believe that this was even possible. He thoroughly washed all sorts of secluded places, dried his head and combed his still damp hair. All the same, when they dry, they will begin to live their own lives, and the styling varnish… I decided that this was still too much.

After a while the phone rang again. The driver was already waiting for me below. I quickly put on shorts and a T-shirt and rushed downstairs to the fantastic start of my new life!

***

The driver’s name was Alexander. He was a little older than me and quite taciturn, perfectly matching the austere black SUV he was driving. I still didn’t understand whether the driver knew why his owner needed me or not. We stopped at a private clinic, where I already had a place in the queue reserved. The express turned out to be very real – after all the necessary procedures, I was given the results in literally half an hour. As expected, nothing was found on me. Alexander hastened to tell the good news to Pavel Dmitrievich.

“Here we are, Arkady,” after forty minutes of travel, Alexander addressed me by name for the first time.

We stopped in a cottage village near a high fence. The heavy wrought-iron gates opened to the sides, allowing the car into the territory. The estate turned out to be simply huge, in the courtyard there was a fountain made of white stone, a pond with swans and a whole park in the distance. The house itself is three-story, with luxurious finishes. I felt relieved – the chances that my telephone interlocutor could actually pay the agreed upon gigantic salary increased sharply.

Pavel Dmitrievich and his daughter met me at the door. The father hugged his daughter by the shoulders, and she huddled close to him, looking at me with all her eyes. A blush appeared shyly on her cheeks. The girl was wearing the same clothes as in the advertisement – a pink top and a plaid miniskirt. And also white socks under the shoes. I greeted the employer and, trying my best not to show my excitement, went into the lobby. Climbing the stairs, we found ourselves in a spacious office. Pavel Dmitrievich took a place at the desk, and Dashenka took a seat a little to the left. Having sat down, she dangled her legs in the air and smiled shyly at me. I smiled back at her, fascinated by her pretty face, flat tummy, rather distinct bulges under her top and bare shoulders. I just wanted to run my hand over the smooth girl’s skin. How many times have I imagined this in my fantasies, will it finally happen?

– Well, now all that remains is to sign the contract and you are accepted. Right now. Ready? – Pavel Dmitrievich twirled my certificate from the clinic in his hands and put it aside.

I swallowed convulsively and looked at Dasha again. The lovely angel blushed even more and lowered her eyes to the floor. She straightened her skirt and began twirling her blond curl with her finger. I wanted to read a rather lengthy contract, but suddenly I realized that I had no desire to do this – I completely trusted these two. Blindly, obediently and unconditionally. Whatever the terms of the contract, I would be happy with everything. Just to be able to touch this wonderful gentle creature. Then suddenly a thought struck me like lightning – is she really eighteen? The instinct of self-preservation made me curious, despite the fact that, as I already noted, my trust in this couple had broken through the ceiling. In response to my question, father and daughter looked at each other and laughed. Dasha finally relaxed a little, her laugh turned out to be very kind and melodious, like the ringing of bells.

– Well, of course, Dasha is eighteen years old! We talked about this on the phone, don’t you remember, – and Pavel Dmitrievich, like a magician, took out his daughter’s passport from the desk drawer, which seemed to be specially there for such occasions. I looked at the pages – yes, that’s right, just three days ago Dashenka turned eighteen.

– Well, then… – and finally I decided to put my signature. Dasha immediately got up from her seat, took a cute green pen with a Mickey Mouse figurine instead of a cap, and artistically signed it next to mine. And then we repeated this procedure on the second copy of the contract.

– So… Can we get started, daddy? – Dasha’s voice, like her laughter, was simply amazing – gentle, melodic, exciting. The father nodded and leaned back in his chair.

– And you… will you watch? – I asked dumbfounded.

– Well, of course! Later I will come into your room and check how you are coping there. Dasha has big plans for you, Arkady!

I couldn’t find anything to say. Then my… mistress spoke up?

– Arkady… if you don’t mind, I would like to start with you cumming in my mouth! I’ve always wondered what it feels like to have sperm…on your tongue. But… I’ve never kissed before. Maybe before the first blowjob you… kiss me?

“Uh, the thing is that I, too… have never been kissed,” I hastily stated and felt myself blushing.

– Amazing! Arkady, I am convinced once again that we made the right choice! Although, in general, we didn’t have one.

– But… Is it good that I have no experience?

– Of course! So it turns out that you and Dasha are on equal terms! Try it! Study each other! In the meantime, I’ll bring a camera to capture the moments… of your close communication, so to speak.

I hesitantly moved closer to Daria, and her father finally left the office, leaving us alone. Dasha asked quietly.

– Arkady… Do you want me to be completely naked at the moment of the kiss? Or is it enough… to lower your panties?

– Yes, I… to be honest… It could be like that…

“Well… I’ll still lower them in order… To feel more relaxed…” and with these words the girl picked up her panties under her skirt and pulled them down to her knees. The panties turned out to be blue with a pink bow. I felt my penis engorged and my shorts suddenly felt tight.

I walked up to Dasha and hugged her waist. My heart began to beat wildly when my fingers touched her skin. Dashenka stood up on tiptoe and our lips touched. It was my first time kissing a girl! Gradually, Pavel Dmitrievich’s daughter became bolder and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I held her tightly to me, feeling her nipples tense under her top. Amazing feeling!

At that moment, Dasha’s father returned to the office with a camera. He started filming, distracting us a little from kissing. And after a couple of minutes, Dasha pulled 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 will lie down and I will settle down at your feet? And I can also sit in a chair, and you will… just fuck me in the mouth!

– Eh, perhaps it’s better on your knees! – I exclaimed. It’s quite strange that they ask me to choose a pose, because this is my job, shouldn’t I agree to everything that Dasha asks?

Dashenka nodded. Her father immediately took out a previously prepared pillow from somewhere, on which Dashenka rested her knees, having previously taken off her shoes. And then she lifted her top and put my hand on her chest. It was simply incredible to feel the elastic heaviness in your hand, the protruding papillae and delicate skin. Dasha grabbed hold of me with her palms and pulled down my shorts. The member immediately jumped out right in front of her face, making the girl’s eyes sparkle.

– Dad, he’s bigger than in the photo! – Dasha turned to her father.

“It’s okay, daughter, you don’t have to swallow it whole at once!”

– Is it true? But I really want it to fit all in! – the girl said in an offended tone.

“Well… We can probably take it a little deeper each time,” I said.

– Exactly! I will do so! – and with these words Dasha took my penis with her palm. From the touch of her small fingers, I felt that my legs began to give way, and everything below began to pulsate.

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“Oh, sorry…” was all I managed to squeeze out when my penis trembled and began to cover Dasha’s beautiful face with whitish streaks. The girl barely had time to close her eyes.

Pavel Dmitrievich had already brought napkins, but Dasha refused, saying that she liked it that way. And she smiled. And then she took a little from her cheek with her finger and put it in her mouth.

– Mmm, she’s sweet, dad!

– How great, daughter! – Dad tirelessly clicked his camera, filming his daughter’s beaten face from different angles.

I expected my penis to relax a little after ejaculation, but that was not the case – the proximity of Dasha’s face covered with my sperm and the severity of the moment were so exciting that my penis returned to its stone state almost immediately.

– Wow, he’s hard again! – and Dasha planted her mouth. I suddenly felt pain – due to inexperience, Daria used her teeth.

– Ahh, teeth! – I shouted. The girl immediately left my penis in fear and looked helplessly in her father’s direction.

“Daughter, try to hide your teeth by making your lips like the letter “o”,” and dad showed how to make your lips. Daria nodded and continued. This time there were no excesses – I felt only magical softness, moisture and nagging pleasure. The penis penetrated Dasha’s mouth only a quarter of its length, but that was enough. I put my hands on the back of my mistress’s head and pressed down a little, causing the girl to snort and gurgle. The second eruption was not long in coming.

Dashenka opened her mouth and showed first me, and then dad, the contents. A white lake splashed on her tongue. Then she closed her lips, wiggled her tongue and made a swallowing movement. And then she again showed me and dad her tongue, this time pink, without traces of sperm.

“Oh, how great…” I muttered. Then the girl grabbed my penis with her small hand, and with her other palm began to caress herself, because her panties were still around her knees. This time there was less sperm, it fell beautifully on Dasha’s forehead and nose, she just came from caressing herself.

Then we went to her room, where Dasha showed me her full-size teddy bear and the bed where she and I would sleep. And then Dashenka undressed completely and dragged me by the hand to the park, where she sat me on a bench and again impaled me on her pretty mouth. Gardeners, guards and servants passed by, and Dashenka seemed to be bragging about me, mooing and squelching my dick. Apparently, all the people in the estate were trained to act as if nothing was happening. I felt like I was going crazy from the small, tender mouth of my mistress, and yet there was a whole night ahead of me with her in the same bed, and many more days and nights…