Story 5
Summary:
Daisy, early twenties. She’s got big plans and dreams of being a model. When she gets invited to the city for a test shoot, she’s feeling hopeful. However, the photographer seems to want to be in control - and soon Daisy has other plans.
Philip, mid-forties. He’s used to the models wanting his approval, wanting to please him. But Daisy is different - and when she bends him to her will, he finds that it’s what he always wanted after all.
Age gap, dominance, oral, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, blow jobs, pussy licking.
Daisy got off the train and looked around. It looked like absolute chaos, and for a moment she felt a sense of panic rising within herself. There were crowds everywhere, noise everywhere. All of the people were rushing around, and everyone except for her seemed to know just where they were going.
A man in a suit bumped into her as he passed and tutted loudly, as though to let her know that it was her fault and she shouldn’t be standing where she was. She supposed that she had to get moving, just like everyone else. But where was she supposed to go?
Daisy was a country girl, and she had only been to the city years ago, as a child, with her parents. They had shown her where to go then but now, at twenty-three years old, she was here on her own and she had to work this all out for herself.
She went to one side, getting out of the way of the crowds, and checked the directions that she had been given. She looked around, orienting herself, and felt a bit better as she began to head in the right direction.
A part of her wished that she could have at least asked her parents for some advice about how to get around in the city.
But, the problem was that they didn't even know that she was there.
She had decided that it was for the best - she was sure that they would only have worried, and would most likely have done their best to stop her even coming here in the first place.
Even her friends had been dubious about it.
She could remember the talk that she'd had with her friend Abigail a couple of weeks earlier when she'd first arranged this whole trip.
"So," Abigail said, when Daisy had finished telling her about her plans, "let me get this straight - you sent in some photos to some modeling agency in the city and now they want you to come in for some test shots?"
Daisy did her best to ignore the dubious note in her friend’s voice.
“Exactly!” she replied, “isn’t it exciting? If this all works out then I’ll be able to leave this town behind and start a whole new life.”
"And if it doesn't work out? Daisy, I don't want to see your face on missing person posters around town."
“Come on, it won’t come to that. I’ve checked the agency. It all seems legit.”
“That’s exactly what a dodgy agency would want you to believe.”
She could see that she wasn't going to get anywhere arguing with Abigail's logic, so she had done her best to ignore her friend's concerns, instead focusing on how she was going to plan this all out.
She spent a long time choosing just the right outfit to wear. She knew that the agency would have clothes for her to try on, but she still wanted to show up looking her best.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her small apartment. She stood there in just a black bra and panties, checking herself out and deciding what would look best on her.
She had gorgeous, long, toned, legs, and she wanted to show them off. She knew that she would want to wear something short so that her legs would be as exposed as possible.
She had a slim figure, and she wanted something that would cling to that.
Her ass was a perfect, succulent, peach and her breasts, while not big, were still a good size and shape, perky and looking great on her body.
Something that would show off all of this - while not being too revealing - was key here, she thought to herself.
She had long, straight, blonde hair. She liked to keep it simple, with her hair not too overstyled.
She had tanned skin, full, juicy lips that looked as though they were just asking to be kissed, and a small nose.
One thing that always drew people's attention was her eyes.
With her blonde hair, it might be assumed that she would have light eyes - blue, or maybe green.
However, her eyes were dark and they seemed somehow stormy, or even seductive.
They drew attention, seeming to be almost dark pits when she scowled or whirling pools that someone could get lost in when she smiled.
As she stood in front of the mirror, planning her outfits, she ran her hands over her body, feeling her tight curves.
She knew that she looked good. But she also knew that the standards in the city - the competition that she’d face - would be much higher than out here. She just hoped that she was up to it.
She wanted to start anew. She had a fire inside her, and small-town living just wasn’t enough to satisfy her - not anymore. She wanted something new.
There had been a time when she had enjoyed her life here. But, now she felt as though the walls were closing in. She had seen people leave, going on to better things. She had also seen people stay behind, and grow frustrated and bitter. She didn't want that for herself.
She still sometimes saw Joe around town, and he served as a stark reminder of how things could go.
She had met Joe when she was nineteen and he was twenty-one. She had been enamored with him straight away. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was well-built and muscular, and he had a brooding intensity, with dark hair and an intense gaze that drove her crazy.
She had met him at a party and he had charmed her.
It wasn’t long before he invited her back to his place, and almost as soon as they got back there, as soon as the door had closed behind them, he grabbed hold of her, pulling her to him, kissing her.
She kissed him back, trying to match the intensity that he brought to the moment.
His hands were on her body, and her hands went to him, feeling how solid, how firm, his muscles were.
She felt one of his hands on her ass, and the other one slid up her body, grabbing one of her breasts through her dress. She realized that he was moving quickly, but she didn’t mind - after all, that was what they were both there for, wasn’t it?
She felt him pulling the bottom of her dress up at the back, and then he was pushing the back of her panties down, grabbing at her ass, squeezing it.
He pulled her to him and she felt his body grinding up against hers.
He pulled at her dress then. She raised her arms obediently so that he could pull it off. She felt as though he was taking control, and she should let him lead the way.
He looked at her in her underwear, nodding to himself.
He took his T-shirt off and she looked at his body admiringly.
Then, he pushed his pants down so that both of them were only wearing their underwear now.
She felt him grab her by the waist again, and then he pulled her to him again. She felt him grinding his body up against her, and her hands were all over him as they kissed.
She felt one of his hands push up beneath her bra, squeezing one of her breasts roughly.
Then, he led her over to his bed.
He reached behind her and undid her bra, pulling it off.
Then, he pushed her down onto the bed.
She fell down on it, bouncing, and looked up at him.
He looked down at her with a smirk on his face, as though he was admiring his prize, getting ready to take her however he wanted.
Then, he was on the bed with her, his body pushing against her as he kissed her.
He bent down to her breasts, sucking on them greedily. Her pink, little nipples stiffened and she cried out.
She felt his hand slide down into her panties. She was so wet already, and when he started to play with her she writhed in pleasure, giving herself to him completely.
He took one of her hands and pushed it down into his boxer shorts. She felt his cock - big, hard, heavy in her hand, throbbing urgently.
She’d had some experience up to this point, but she was still somewhat in awe when she felt just how big his cock was.
She jerked him off while he played with her, while he sucked on her breasts.
Then, he was on his knees beside her head.
One hand was reaching down to her pussy, her panties pushed further down now as he played with her, and his other hand was squeezing one of her breasts.
His cock was right by her head, the hard tip rubbing against her soft cheek.
She turned her head to take it in her mouth, knowing what he wanted.
She felt him push it past her soft lips, and then she was sucking on it.
"Good girl," he muttered.
Then, he lay himself down, turning her onto her side so that he could push his face into her pussy.
He slid her panties the rest of the way off, and then he was licking at her pussy, pushing her legs apart as he shoved his face in there, his tongue eagerly exploring her.
The pleasure was intense, and she wanted more.
She kept sucking on his cock while he licked at her pussy.
Then, he got to his knees. She followed him and they knelt before one another, kissing. His fingers were still playing with her pussy, his cock pushing against her soft body.
Then, he pushed her down onto her back. She lay there, her legs spread and her knees pulled up, giving herself to him, offering herself to him.
He looked down at her, and then he was between her legs, bending down over her, his weight on her as his cock pushed into her.
He fucked her slowly at first, then he built up the pace to a powerful, climactic, finish as her orgasm rocked her and he came inside her.
That had been how things had started with them.
But, then things had started to go off the rails.
Their sex life was always incredible, and she was happy for him to take the lead, happy to submit to him.
But, as time went by, other aspects of their relationship seemed to suffer.
She realized that he was resentful of this town, that he didn’t want to be here.
She felt this anger in him, and she didn’t know what to do about it.