Chapter 13

Daisy

There’s one thing that works with flawless certainty: if I want a guy’s undivided attention, all I need to do is ask, “Can I show you my pussy?”

I’m a very petite girl, topping out at 4’ 10” and barely eighty-three pounds. Being a lightweight makes it easy for me to have the man lie on his back while I sit on his chest with my feet on each side. With his attention centered in my crotch, I ask in my sweetest voice, “Can I show you my pussy?” Even though it’s a silly formality, I let them give me the affirmative that they do, in fact, want me to show them my pussy.

I use my fingers to slowly spread myself open and expose my succulent pink inner folds. Even though most men have some degree of familiarity with a woman’s anatomy, they never turn down my offer to take them on a guided tour of my vagina – it charms them into a salivating trance-like state. Salivating over my pussy is exactly what I want them to be doing.

Starting by tapping on my little button, I describe the kinds of touching it likes. Next, I rub my finger on my U-spot (pee-hole) explaining that it also likes attention. They get a kinky thrill out of me being such a naughty girl talking about and showing them where my pee squirts out. Some ask if they can watch me, I’m always thrilled to make golden water for them.

Eventually I arrive at my pussy hole. Ah, yes, my tight little pussy hole and center of my universe. At this point, I can feel their stiffening cocks tapping me on the back as I explain in a sultry voice, “This is where you can put things in.”

If that’s not enough, their eyes definitely open wide with my visual demonstration of slowly sinking my finger in to the last knuckle, then gradually retracting it complete with small wet squelchy sounds. I finish by making a show of putting that wet finger into my mouth to suck it clean of my slippery wetness. This puts them over their edge. Now, me and my pussy are irresistible to them - exactly how it should be.

I love taunting like this, but taunt as I will, I always reward. When I ask if they would like a taste, they’re usually expecting to lick my finger as I just did, but I love to surprise by scooting forward and touching my pussy to their lips as an invitation to dine. Works every time!

This is the third time I’ve been through this exact routine with my client Ronnie; understandably, he’s deeply mesmerized each time. Ronnie is a repeat customer, and this is my third date with him this summer. He’s a great big man, maybe 6’ 5”, but everything a true gentle giant should be. He’s a little overweight, but not bad for his early sixties.

Ronnie is worth the hour-and-a-half drive to Lansing. He spares no expense to show me off at the priciest restaurants like I’m a scorching hot Hollywood starlet. Afterward, it’s on to an exclusive reserved hotel suite to slip out of our dinner clothes - and time for me to perform the above-described routine and serve him his sweet dessert that’s been warming in my panties.

Everyone is different in what they like. For example, Ronnie asks me not to shower just before our date, he prefers that I do that early in the morning. That way, by evening, he can enjoy my body’s natural scents and essences. He says he likes a woman to smell like a woman, not the cologne department at Macy’s. It’s an easy request to fulfill, I’m here to please.

Another quirk, if you want to call it that, is Ronnie doesn’t want me to fuck him; he just wants to lick my pussy – and lick my pussy he does! Wow! Like a lot of career politicians and wealthy businessmen, he believes that if there’s no penetrative sex, then (somehow) he’s not cheating on his marriage. The semantics of this are not for me to judge and I’m not his wife. What Ronnie does tell me about her is never good and it sounds like she was the first to be unfaithful. He suspects she’s sucking off the pool boy as we speak!

Here I am getting paid very well to be fed the finest food and drink and have my aromatic nooky tongue bathed till it’s squeaky clean! Granted he’s an older dude, older than me by about forty-some years, but I’ll happily take a seasoned gentleman like Ronnie over the immature boys in my age group - except for Will that is, but I’ll talk about him later, right now my pussy is hosting a very hungry millionaire with a fat wallet.

We’re in his suite on the twelfth floor of the Radisson Hotel in downtown Lansing. After the initial round of straddling his face, he has me lie on the bed on my back. Being I’m so small in stature, he loves how he can easily lift my lower half by my hips and raise me up to his mouth. My legs are flopped off to each side as Ronnie noisily devours my juiciness in between. “Ohmmpphh,” he mumbles over his mouthful, “You are so sweet and delicious, I could eat you all day!”

My lifted pelvis smashed to his face that’s buried in my muffin is one thing, but feeling this big man’s mouth voraciously engulf my little pussy is almost too much – and when I say too much, I mean that in the best way. His working lips massage my entire pubis mound while his tongue is blessed with the talent of knowing exactly where to lick in my tender pink at the most opportune moments. It’s no surprise when I moan out loud and launch into a huge orgasm, this happens many times when I’m with Ronnie. Feeling my body jerk and quiver along with the added juices I’m freeing, he pulls my splayed crotch even tighter to his face. He’s pressed in so hard, I’m not sure how this man is even breathing.