The nerd who took her underwear

A sweat-soaked, heavyset nerd walked into the room, backstage pass dangling under his second chin. His dark Metallica shirt showed wear, the logo faded and cracked. John noticed a hole in it under his right armpit as he fished around in his pocket. A dark stain coats the front of his pants, as if he had spilled something on it recently. John recognized him from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it until he freed the scrap of blue lace from his pocket. Daisy's eyes lit up upon sight of them, "Oh it's you! Uh... hello..." she trailed off, remembering the circumstances of their first encounter. John looked between the two of them, the nerd trembled and rubbed the panties with his fingers, Daisy straightened out the edge of her dress while she fidgeted her legs.

With the two of them frozen in awkwardness, John got fed up and took action. Turning to Daisy he whispered, "This is one of those fans I was talking about." Her eyes perked up and trailed over to the nerd who was sniffing the underwear that she was wearing not very long before that. "You want to do something for him, right?" John whispered, controlling her thoughts. Daisy nodded slowly, but still seemed unsure of herself. "Remember what he did when you gave him those? Why don't you assist him with his problem?"

No longer doubting herself, Daisy sprang up from the couch and bounced over to the nerd. "Hello, we met earlier but I didn't quite catch your name!" she chirped, her face beaming at the prospect of making a new fan. The nerd stammered for a moment before saying, "Uh... Kev- Kevin."

"Well, Kevin," Daisy said coyly, lowering her eyes to his crotch. "It looks like you've made a bit of a mess there."

"Um... Ye- Yeah..." Kevin said quietly, expecting the teasing to begin any second. Daisy placed a calming hand on his shoulder and said, "Nothing to be ashamed of, love. It's my fault, really. It happens to the best of us." The nerd looked at John questioningly, who shook his head firmly.

Kevin's eyes returned to the floor, but Daisy pulled herself in closer and whispered to his ear, "Would you like some help cleaning that up?" His eyes snapped forward in surprise and he stuttered incoherently. "I'll take that as a yes," Daisy said, sliding down to her knees. She reached up and pulled down his large pants, leaving behind a pair of tighty not-so-whiteys. She giggled at the sight of them and slid them down his meaty thighs, dropping them to the ground with a plop. "Oh, this must have been a big one," she cooed, admiring the slick juices coating his hardening cock and balls. John doesn't see him packing anything special. A bit thick but not particularly long. No doubt it would be bigger if it wasn't covered by so much fat.

Daisy looked up and lightly tugged on her panties in Kevin's hand. "Do you mind if I borrow these again?" she asked, putting some cheer into her face. He quickly loosened his grip and Daisy wrapped it around his penis. Kevin let out a soft moan as she giggled again. "Let's be honest here, you were going to do this yourself anyway," she said, cheekily. He sputtered for a moment before Daisy started wiping his cock clean, for then his only noises were pleasureable grunts.

After a minute of this Daisy pulled her panties back. "Well, this won't work anymore," she chided, playfully. "You've already gone and soaked them up!" She giggled once more as she dropped her underwear down with a slight plop. "Only one way to clean this up now!" she cheered, much to Kevin's confusion.

Daisy shot her head forward and began licking his cock clean. The nerd's knees buckled and his legs trembled, but he remained on his feet. She moaned in delight as she lapped up his juices, cleaning around the base of his penis before moving downwards and sucking his balls off. Kevin grabbed her head, not willing to let go of this opportunity. Not like Daisy had any intention of stopping until her job was completed. She moved her head around to the top of his shaft when he cried out.

A burst of cum shot out from the tip of his cock, splashing Daisy in the face. She flinched back reflexively, causing a number of strands to land on her flowing blue dress. Reaching forward quickly to stop any further messes, she engulfed his penis in her mouth, caressing him with her tongue until the flow subsided. Swallowing down the load, she looked down at the fresh mess he made and giggled again. "Wow!" she laughed. "You sure do shoot a lot, don't you?" Kevin bashfully nodded, trying to catch his breath from the exertion. Daisy looked around for the nearest towel to clean herself off with, and John quickly made sure that none ever existed in this room before. Several stains of various origin appeared around the room, unnoticed by the occupants.

Daisy shrugged, giving up on her search and pulls her dress up to her face. She wiped herself clean and dropped it back down where it stuck to her chest. Daisy slapped her forehead at her silly decision and says, "Well, now look what I've done? Can't go wearing a filthy dress like this now, can I?" In one smooth motion she whipped the dress over her head, now standing before the sweaty Kevin in all her glory.

He gasped sharply, drawing her attention to him. And to his still hard cock.