Jonard Sperm Bank

I decide to make a donation

Chapter 1 by jakelyon jakelyon

I was hard up for some cash and an ad on a bulletin board at school caught my attention, men needed to donate genetic material for research purposes. Please call 754-4847 for more information. Well, I thought to myself that I could certainly spare a little genetic material, a cheek swab, or snip of skin or something, so I called the number.

The woman on the phone answered, “Jonard genetic material collection center.”

“Uhh, hi this is Steve Wilson, I was calling about a sign I saw on the bulletin board.”

“Ah yes, are you willing to participate in our study.”

“Uh, yeah I guess so, how much does it pay?”

“It pays $75 per hour; you will be busy for about five or six hours.”

Awesome I thought to myself, and then I asked, “When you say busy, what exactly am I going to be doing.”

“Exactly what the sign said, donating your genetic material. We can take you on Friday the 18th at 6:00 PM. Will, that work for you?”

I thought quickly and answered, “Yeah that should be fine.”

“Great I will e-mail you the address. Don’t be late, oh and you must refrain from masturbation and sexual intercourse for the six days before your donation date. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I got it,” I said wondering what I had just committed to. “Do I get paid that night?” I asked her.

“You will be paid at the end of the evening, but remember you must refrain from sexual activity if you want to participate.”

I gave her my e-mail address and I hung up. I figured they must want a sperm sample too, which was no big deal. I could hold out for a week especially when I was looking to make $375 for one night’s work. I wondered what else I would be doing, but in general I forgot about the whole thing. I managed not to blow my nuts for the six-day period. My girlfriend thought it was a little strange, but we made do and at last the appointed day arrived. I went to the address I had been given to find a non-descript brick office building that looked exactly like the medical office that is was advertised to be. Entering the door I went up to the front desk.

There was a blonde sitting there that was stunning, to say the least. She was at least six feet tall, perfect body, goddess face, and cold blue eyes. She looked me up and down as I did the same to her, “Can I help you?" She finally said to me in a cold, icy voice.

I was already feeling nervous and apprehensive and she was not helping that any, “Yes, I am Steve Wilson; I had an appointment to…”

She brightened just a hair, “Ah yes Mr. Wilson I spoke with you on the phone. Please take a seat and someone will be right with you.”

I went over to the waiting room and sat down. I could hardly take my eyes off of the woman at the front desk as she was so perfectly beautiful. Her body was killer, the three-inch heels she was wearing showed off her long, well-shaped legs perfectly, and her ass fit the tight skirt in a way that made my mind fill up with lust. Her big tits jutted out as if defying gravity and I could just make out the shape of her nipples poking out through the thin fabric of her blouse. Six days on the sidelines had made more of horndog then normal and my cock swelled to full erection as I watched the sexy woman.

What happens next?

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