Sex, hopefully

When you found the Rulebook, one of your priorities was to ensure that you were able to enjoy the charms of plenty of beautiful young women, hence the tipping rules. Over the months, however, you've found that a surprising number of pretty girls are attracted to a man with a reputation for stringent discipline. Moreover, a society in which it's acceptable for a university to select its students based upon their looks and sex appeal turns out also to be quite comfortable with an older man randomly hitting on hotties half his age. Accordingly, you have no qualms making a move on the shapely stunner accompanying you. She may or may not be receptive, but experience has taught you she won't hold it against you even if she declines your generous offer.

Hence, it's with a complete lack of trepidation that you say to her on the way back: "I expect your parents won't mind if we're a few minutes longer. Do you fancy a shag?"

"Um…" she replies, in the way that tells you the answer to your question is actually no, but she doesn't want to say so without giving the matter some thought. The older men know best rule means women of spankable age tend to seriously consider such questions, even if they're not actually attracted to the man making them. In this case, Tilly looks you up and down before coming to a decision rather at odds with the heavily built, moderately unfit gent she sees.

"Sure," she shrugs, "that seems like fun." You're fairly sure she means fun for you, rather than her, but she links arms with you and gently encourages you to pick up your pace, so she must be at least a bit eager to get started. Soon enough, you're in your rooms with the lovely twenty-something riding you passionately, gorgeous tits in your face while she bounces energetically on your prick, moaning with desire, clothes strewn on the floor. You can tell from her responses that she's not cum for quite some time and orgasm denial might've played a part in her keenness to be here.

She's one of the most talented lovers you've taken, bringing you quickly to the brink of climax, even as the flush of her skin and shortness of breath show she's also riding the edge. She holds you there, at the pinnacle of ecstasy for what seems an eternity, until you explode inside her with a roar of such intensity that it brings tears to your eyes, leaving her still unsatisfied. She kisses you deeply and continues to gyrate upon your softening dick until it stops being pleasurable, then slips to her knees at your feet, using her mouth to clean away the juices that have gushed like a waterfall over your crotch.

You stare down at the top of her head, bobbing away, appreciative of the chain of events that led you here, while you catch your breath. She sucks your balls and licks your perineum, her gentle ministrations only failing to rouse you for a second time due to the **** of your fulfilment the first time. You'd love a repeat performance, but you might not be ready for quite some time.