Daisy's Delights


[older man and younger woman, barely legal, gorgeous blonde, cunnilingus, blow job, multiple orgasms]

Daisy is a gorgeous woman who works as a fashion model and has just turned 18. She and her agent want her to get involved in the more lucrative nude modeling but Daisy fears she may be frigid and that sad condition might come through to those who look at her erotic photos or videotapes. Read how she learns otherwise by coming four times with a skilled lover, putting her mind at rest forever.


      She was an immediate success on the stage and on the catwalk and, shortly after she reached her 18th birthday, the agency suggested she get involved in the more erotic side of modeling. They expected to make more money from her efforts, but she would also benefit greatly from the more lucrative contracts that would be hers. However, Daisy had some misgivings about living up to the very high expectations being placed on her. What caused those doubts was her fear that she did not have enough of the sexuality she believed would be necessary for her to achieve the very highest level of success. In fact, she actually feared she might be frigid.
      Daisy liked the modeling she did, especially parading in front of hundreds of pairs of admiring eyes wearing the tiniest bikinis or the skimpiest micro-mini skirts and halter tops, so the nudity required was not expected to be a serious problem. And, she always had a good time during sex with her young men. Daisy had gladly given up her virginity in Yorkshire shortly after reaching her 16th birthday, the age of consent in the United Kingdom, and had indulged in regular sexual activities ever since. She achieved an orgasm the first time, or so she thought, and every time since. It was fun for her, but nothing even close to being as fabulous as she had been led to expect, and that was her concern.
      Could she possibly be frigid, which was how she had heard of some women being described. To her, sex was a pleasant enough experience, but not all that much better than watching a good show on the telly or at the cinema or even reading a good book.
      That changed one night in London shortly after Girls Represented made their proposal to the woman who had just turned eighteen years old. While Daisy was discussing her future with Molly Carpenter, the managing director, she spoke of her misgivings. Molly had seen hundreds of stills and videotapes and knew full well how Daisy came across to viewers and she did her best to have her sexy protégé put aside those doubts, but the young woman was having none of it.
      “I just don’t feel all that much into sex,” she told Molly, “and I’m afraid that will be plain for anybody to see.”
      The managing director firmly believed those fears to be without any foundation, but she knew better than to try to talk the young woman into doing something when she was not confident of her ability to do it. Instead, Molly decided to let Daisy persuade herself.
      “You say sex is fun but nothing special. Did it ever occur to you that it might be the fault of your partners that you find sex to be something of a yawner? I’ve heard there is no such thing as a frigid woman, only clumsy men. Do you think that could be the problem?”
      “I don’t think so. Whatever boy or man I’ve been with, the result has been the same. We’re making love, and I come, and it feels nice, and then he comes, and that’s it. I wish there could be some more to it, because it feels really good up to that point. An anticlimax, I guess you could call it. My climaxes are always anticlimaxes.”
      “It shouldn’t be that way. If I fix you up with a man I know, and he makes you feel like you’ve been told you should feel, would you reconsider? I still think you’ve been having sex with the wrong men, because the results, especially your orgasms, really should be what romance novelists write about.” Daisy thought about that for a minute. All her sex partners up till then had been young men she really liked. The idea of going to bed with some stranger, probably an older man, was not something she liked to contemplate. Even the thought made her feel rather slutty, since she had always heard and had come to believe the best sex is between people who have the right chemistry for each other. Still, she really liked the idea of being able to get into the better paying erotic side of modeling and, if that was the way she had to do it, then that was be the way she would do it.
      “Very well, I’ll try it. But, if I change my mind after you get me together with the bloke you have in mind, I won’t have to do anything. If I decide to just walk out the door, that’ll be my choice.”
      “Fair enough. You know you never have to do anything for me or for the agency that you don’t want to do.”

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