Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, .
Desc: Sex Story: Prelude - The story of how an older man became the stud for a sorority full of young college coeds.
I just finished an interesting conversation with my daughter. It seems that I am the stud she has been using to help her sorority sisters out while she is at school working on her degree. They have that age old problem of the double standard problem that women have the world over. If a woman likes sex and the men find out then she is branded a slut, and the men that appear after want and expect only one thing. So, using that fertile brain of hers, she comes up with a solution of getting her Ol' Dad laid, and at the same time, having her sisters in her debt.
You will not hear me complain even one second about her it doing this or not telling me first. I'm a man with hot college coed's chasing after him for no-strings sex. I may have been used, but I am getting more than my fair share of using, too. The funny thing is that they don't ever come over by themselves, as it's always two or three of them at a time. If only every man had that problem, right?
Her sorority has a focus on drama which is performance drama, not the life type that some seem to want to press upon you. In addition, they are picky about whom they let into their sisterhood. As a result, it is really important to keep their reputations stellar and their personal lives separated from their professional ones. When you're a mega star such as Madonna, Paris Hilton and Brittany, you can flaunt your sex life and turn it into gold, but these girls were not yet at that point in their careers. Therefore, they needed someone safe, closed mouth, open minded and, of course, hot, and it seems that my daughter Kimmy figured I fit all of those requirements. Thus, she showed her sisters my picture in a set of Speedos, and I got the final seal of approval. I guess this means I'm hot according to her sorority sisters. That I am divorced from her mother makes me available, so they can have a clear conscious about our adult fun.
So, good Ol' Dad is the chosen one, though the Ol' part might be pushing it a little. I'm not so old that I don't know what to do when they show up, nor am I stupid enough to tell others, as bragging would quickly kill this golden goose. Of course, there isn't a man in this town who would believe me if I did talk. Anyways, you get the idea and likely want the where's, why's and how's of it.