Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

Daisy

Seeking a life outside of the small Kentucky Holler that she grew up in Daisy follows Pete to Vegas were he thinks he can score it big gambling. Things go wrong and Daisy pays a high price but in the end gets what she always wanted – a life outside of the Holler

Chapter One

“Ow! Watch my head. Dang!”

“Ugh… geez. Over to the left, Daze.”

“Pete, wait. Give me… um, yeah… o-okay.” Daisy’s attempted restraint puffed out her flared nostrils. The sweltering heat, combined with a rising steam, fogged over the back windows. The cramped confinement gave her a little wiggle room, not much to work with. Pete’s thickness filled her to the point of discomfort. Awkward in her positioning, every dormant sensation along the inner walls of her vagina flared. Daisy licked her dry lips. She swallowed hard to force down the protest in her throat and decided to ignore the discomfort and wait for the pleasure their tryst would surely bring. Pete’s bottom-maneuvers forced her to move with hurried hip-thrusts instead of measured swirls. Her unquenched desire drained her of patience. Behind tightly shut lids, her eyes tear. Making love took work: with Pete it always did. Daisy threw her hips to and fro before rising and falling on his jutting cock, seeking to accommodate his fit.

“So good… Damn, Daisy. It’s so good, baby,” Pete grunted beneath her. His nails bit into the tender flesh of her buttocks.

Sure, it was great for him; she was doing all the work.

Daisy’s palms ...

... pressed flat against the roof of the car. It proved to be the only means to maintain her sense of balance. Pete’s cock’s reach went deep, awkwardly bent in her channel. Each upward dick toss felt as if he’d crack her pelvic bone. Bracing for the next, while dropping one hand to his sweaty chest, she again tried to coax him into a manageable rhythm. It seemed to work. Daisy took quick sips of muggy air into her constricting lungs when Pete slowed, and she found her groove. She rose and fell on his meaty cock with a better ease. Up and down she went. His hips slowed and it worked for her. If only he let her get it in like this on the regular, she’d be okay. Pete definitely had the right tools. He just needed to let her feel him rather than endure him. Daisy’s brows knitted together as she pumped hard. She knew what he liked. She put in work to ease her guy to the bliss they shared in sex. And her body, in time, welcomed the ride.

It felt better this way. Pete would become too excited, too quick. Daisy would barely get hers before he beat her wounded sex into submission and shot-off in triumph. At least now she could ensure her pleasure too. Or make him hold on longer to deserve his. Her love for him made the labor worth it.

Pete’s mouth parted into a silent but gaping ‘O’ of pleasure. She couldn’t believe how little it took to get him excited. A touch or kiss on the cheek and he his cock became hard as Gibraltar. She watched the play of emotion over his handsome face. A ...