DS II

This story is for every 35 + year old guy whose fantasy is to intimately make love to an almost unimaginably gorgeous young college student. I am living that fantasy.

We've been on a date for several hours but now we are back in my hotel room. Now I get to unwrap my gift from the strip club gods.

I'm following the SJG System here, so I throw in some romantic shit. Don't want her to feel like a hooker. I want her to feel like a princess.

I light bunches of candles, turn off the lights, turn down the sheets, and turn on the music. Let the worship begin.

All night I've been visualizing her fully nude. So were the other men who encountered her tonight. I can see it in their eyes cause we are all PLs. We all study her like what she is -- a glorious vision of youthful beauty at its pinnacle. Many of them are you germ and more handsome than me. I just have more money and experience than they do, and that's what it takes to have her tonight.

Now for me the vision will become real. But slowly. I like her to disrobe slowly, tantalizingly. That's exactly right sweetheart. She knows how to give me the most pleasure.

I should explain how it works with a DS. Her best customer asks for whatever he wants sexually, and she complies. There are no questions. There are no delays. Her body is under the complete and total control of her PL. She will always do anything and everything that is requested or else she is not a DS.

I'm content to watch at first. It takes a couple of songs but eventually she is completely nude. But my dreams are only just beginning to become reality. Weed plus her body plus cialis makes it feel like my dick is going to reach across the room to enter her. Dick so hard it make the metal detector go off. I would have never imagined in a million years that this day would come when I understand rap music. Hell I'm living rap music, fucking those bitches from da club, high as a kite. How amazing it is that such an incredible vision of youth and beauty is mine whenever I would like.

Soon I call her to me. I want to explore her vagina. "Twerk for me, would you please?" She's a white girl, but that's ok. I don't really want to worship her ass cheeks. What I want to do is to watch her vaginal opening from behind. It's my favorite view. Then I have her lay on the bed so I can explore her anatomy. I lovingly caress her pussy as I memorize what it looks like. I know every twist, every curve, the most sensitive parts, the protruding lips, it is all mine. It is so amazingly feminine, so erotic, so inviting. But not yet. We will come back to this.

"Sweetheart, I would love it so much if you would please suck my dick." There's no need to make it sound like a command. Follow the SJG romancing the sex worker system and treat her special. Five seconds later I'm thrusting inside of her wonderfully moist little mouth. I've shown her how to play with the tip of my penis with her tongue. Video girl showed me that. Wonderful. She licks. She kisses. She sucks. I thrust. Damn I love this. But I can't cum nearly yet.

Eventually I must reluctantly ask her to stop and tell her to lay on the bed. Of course she does exactly as I ask. Now it's her turn. But I want to go slowly and tantalize her. I start at her forehead and I very slowly kiss all the way down to her gloriously meaty pussy. I pause at her mouth. She kisses just like I want, obviously. Deep, passionate, tongues intertwined, her welcoming me into her body. I also pause at each breast. My favorite part of the female anatomy. Her's are adorable, perky, natural, big nipples, and they are completely mine tonight. I suck as I've never sucked before.

When I finally get down to her pussy, she's begging for my mouth. She thrusts her hips up to ram her pussy into my mouth. Ok gorgeous, I understand. I can't make her wait any longer. I do everything that I know to do on a pussy. I lick inside her opening. I flick her clit. I lick up and down the length of her lady parts. I do the alphabet. I do it all with one finger in, two fingers in, no fingers, thrusting fingerers, keeping fingers still, etc. I want to be a master at giving her sexual pleasure.

She is moaning loudly. I know her body as intimately as a woman can be known. Sex natural and raw just like it was intended to be. So I know that she wants to cum. She's getting closer. Now I get to fuck my wonderful little coed.

The downside of me spending so long with my mouth between her legs is that she will cum fairly quickly after I start to fuck her. So I only get to experience that glorious event for a shorter period of time. But it's ok. It's hard to last very long inside one this young who is so stunningly gorgeous.

I gently, lovingly, but firmly, push her legs as far apart as they can go. Her opening is small but it's wide open, inviting me to enter. Beckoning me into paradise. So I become one with her body. The feeling of inserting my sex organ inside her is so overwhelmingly perfect there at the beginning that Im literally not sure that my body can handle it. I feel like I might faint because the sheer pleasure is so great that my brain can't process it all. Yes I am pretty fucked up. And this is wonderful, worth every cent I pay. Hell I'd pay dancer95 prices if I had to for this.

Nothing but a young DS pussy could possibly feel as good as it feels to rub my dick against the walls of her vagina. And I will never get used to this view. Under me is this amazingly sweet, innocent, young, stunning, college student. She doesn't do this with any other guys. Fuck for money that is. But I've convinced her to do it with me.

I know you don't believe me. You're thinking she fucks a different customer every night, maybe more. But you're wrong. She may be a whore with me. But she's not a whore. She's a DS.

I tell her what the walls of her vagina feel like. I explain how it feels for the orgasm to be building in me. I tell her how hot my penis feels as I'm nearing my climax deep within her body. It feels like a bomb only seconds away from an explosion. And the best part is she reciprocates. " Yes John, take me. I'm yours. I'm all yours. Fuck yeah. I'm cumming John. Yessssss! Cum with me John."

I know most of you will insist that those words are an act. I wondered the first time. But they're not. I know my sweet coed intimately. I know what she likes, what she doesn't care for, and what drives her mad with desire. And I know how to time it all so we share this moment of raw, intense physical release simultaneously. My body is completely one with this young one who is not even half my age. Her pleasure is just as real, as deep, and as passionate as my own. I may be old but I know how to pleasure a dream stripper.

With this one we always cum together. Always have. And probably always will. We both build at the same pace towards climax. Our bodies understand one another, they communicate with one another at a level so deep that we are barely even aware of it. We are both consumed with the raging fire building within us that must soon be released.

So finally, gloriously, I cum inside her. At the same time she shudders from her own release. It's like a single orgasm that we both share equally together. As the release and pleasure from our mutual orgasm courses through our bodies, our mouths intertwine. Our tongues thrust in and out of one another's mouths. Our mouths are as much one as our genitals are. Our bodies have become one organism in this glorious act of mating.

Yes I have a lot to be thankful this year. She is near the top of my list. If this is what it means to be a pathetic loser, then I don't want be anything else.

As the glory fades, the glow slowly grows dim, the shared orgasm having run its course, I do what any man would do. I hold her. I kiss her. I caress her. I admire her. Not in a creepy old man way. But in the way of a man who has just shared an amazingly genuine, intense, mutually fulfilling sexual encounter.

She's not the multi-orgasmic freak of her predecessor, and that's good. I wouldn't want her any other way. She's her own woman, perfect for me despite her differences from the other perfect one. If I die tonight, I die happy, content, and fulfilled, my most intimate desires and fantasies just having been fully realized thanks to the generosity of my young companion.

She's not my girlfriend. Not all the time. Only when we are in bed. And that's when I want her as my girlfriend. I love strippers.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.