Money talks. That was my theory when I won $3 million dollars in the recent state lottery. For a struggling college student with no money it was a bottomless piggy bank.
I was twenty-four with testosterone coming out of my ears. No matter where I looked on campus all I could see was pussy, tits and ass, and I wasn’t getting my share of it. Sometimes I’d wake up with a hangover next to a naked, strange, and usually not very attractive female that was also hung over. That was on a good night. Mostly, I’d go down in flames and end up back in my room with Mother Hand.
I was on the seven-year college plan. Actually, graduating at all would be a miracle. Now that I was a multi-millionaire I didn’t need to worry about it. Not that I was about to leave. Where else was I going to find so many hot looking young babes all in one place? I figured my luck with the ladies was about to change.
I took my winnings to a local bank, invested half of it in a high-yield municipal, a quarter in a blue chip fund, $250,000 in a money market account and the rest on small cap stocks. Next I leased a luxurious fully furnished penthouse apartment overlooking the park near campus. Then I bought a silver Porsche 911 convertible.
I headed to “The Wicked Wench Tavern”, a local student hangout. It was happy hour and the bar was filling. I handed the bartender $200 and told him to provide free drinks for all the girls until it ran out, and to make sure they knew who was buying. I took my beer and sat in a corner booth.
A steady stream of young pussies stopped by to thank me. I was patient and waited for the right one. She was a pretty longhaired dirty blond named Danielle. She had blue eyes and wore a short white skirt with a tight pink top that showed off her big tits. All I had to do was lose her dark-haired friend. I gave one of the guys I knew from class a twenty to pry her away.
I laid it on thick, making sure Danielle knew I won the lottery and that I intended to spend my money having fun and sharing it with friends. I plied her with several shots of tequila and asked her if she wanted to be my date for the night. She threw her arms around my neck, pressing her soft tits against me, and kissed me on the lips. I dragged her out of the bar while she was still climbing all over me. Her eyes almost popped from her head when she saw my Porsche.
“Look, why don’t we go to my Penthouse and watch a movie with a bottle of champagne?”
She was all over me when we hopped in the car. Her lips were wrapped around my cock before we even pulled out of the parking lot. I was having a hard time driving with my cock down her throat. In the elevator Danielle removed her panties, stuffed my cock into her pussy and wrapped her arms and legs around me. We staggered from the elevator to the door of my apartment bouncing off walls along the way.
We left a trail of clothes from the doorway to the living room upon entering the Penthouse. I bent her over the side of the leather couch and plowed my cock into her pussy dog style. Looking down at my glistening cock sliding between her creamy cheeks sent my head into a spin. My cock swelled just before I filled her cunt with cum. When I was finished pumping a ton of seed into her fuck hole, Danielle dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock with her mouth and tongue.
She continued to suck me until I was hard again. I sat on the couch. She climbed on top. Her big tits flopped in my face as she bounced up and down, screaming as one orgasm after another consumed her body. Before I could cum a second time, she dropped to her knees and slid my cock between her lips, swallowing every drop when my cock exploded into her mouth.
I fucked her three more times before the sun came up the next day, the last time in the shower where I fucked her in the ass. All of this with a girl who wouldn’t have given me the time of day before the lottery. I took her back to her dorm, handed her $100 dollars and told her to buy some sexy things for our next date.
The next day I bought some expensive clothes for myself and checked in to a deluxe suite in a nearby hotel. I pulled up to the Kappa Gamma House, the home of many up tight but hot looking snobs. I waited until I saw two strikingly beautiful brunettes in tight designer jeans emerge. I hopped out of the Porsche and approached them with a friendly smile on my face.
“Sorry to bother you girls, but I need some help. I’m staying at the Roaring Brook Inn and took a wrong turn somewhere. Would you happen to know where it is or am I hopelessly lost?”
They giggled and told me I was pretty lost. The taller one was trying to explain how to get there, but I noticed the other one with short hair and big brown eyes giving me the “look”. I finally shrugged my shoulders.
“Hey, I can’t remember all that. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a ride to wherever you’re going if you show me. Even better, I’ll pay you for your time.”
