Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... of pussy that was supposed to tempt a man like him.

The crowd thinned. The girls were working hard. And until Andy made her announcement that he was hers, he’d spent the first few hours ignoring them or simply telling them to walk away. Alone at a table that wobbled whenever he set his drink down, he stared up at the stage. The music switched and the DJ told the dancer to move her ass for the next girl coming up. Pete wiped at his brow and blew out another breath. The drinking wasn’t working. Nothing was. He couldn’t get Daisy off his mind.

“Hey, sugar,” sighed Andy. She kissed his cheek. She sat next to him wearing only a g-string. Pete got up-close-and-personal with her breasts.

“You hungry? Mattie can whip you up some hot wings.”

“You said Keane owned this place?” he asked.

From where he sat he could see men in business suits come and go out of the back room. Not the kind that seemed to spend their days in strip clubs paying for lap dances.

“He sure does.”

“Strange he would. Since he’s a billionaire and all.”

Andy laughed. “Everybody gets dirty, sugar. Don’t you know that?”

“Not everybody,” he mumbled. Pete felt her staring. He tried not to give her much more.

“I’m about to go on next. Gonna order you some wings before I do. Enjoy the show,” she said, kissing his cheek again. Pete said nothing. His eyes however, followed her as she went, watching the sexy sway to her hips and ass. His boys at home would be emptying their piggy banks to get ...

... a little time with X-Tacy, as they called her. But truth be told, she was no Daisy Johnson.

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Aiden let the coin dip and slip over one finger, then the next. He sat patiently, waiting for her to appear. Well, not exactly patiently. His foot tapped in anticipation and his jaw muscles locked. The coin bobbed and dipped a little faster. She’d been behind the curtain for ten minutes. These dresses he’d picked out himself; what the hell was the problem? Finally, the curtain parted and she emerged shyly, with her hands over her breasts. Aiden smiled. The yellow-green fabric was so thin it was barely there. The dark curls trimmed to a thin strip over her pussy that could be seen easily, just like the nipples she covered from him. It left little to the imagination. The silhouette of the curves she tucked in jeans and big shirts was on full display. Aiden’s wolf salivated. Daisy’s discomfort was dismissed. He beckoned her forward with his eyes. She stepped out and turned to face herself in the mirror.

“I-I-I can’t wear this,” she said, unable to cover enough of herself, now seeing what her complete lack of underwear revealed.

“You don’t like it?”

“No,” she said softly.

“Very well. Try on the next.”

Daisy cut her eyes up to his reflection in the full-length mirror. “No.”

“What?” he blinked.

“You heard me. There’s a rack full of clothes back there. Beautiful things.”

“And?”

“And you pick this?” She turned and cared little to what she revealed. He’d ...