Another roll into nasty ol' Daddy-o's....

Another roll into nasty ol' Daddy-o's. Let's be honest; I come here when I'm in town and I want to see something genuinely raunchy, not a pretty 23 year old who might graze your shoulder by accident. Sure enough, an aging, nay, elderly woman of considerable life experience walked up, introduced herself by way of a stick shift, and asked if I wanted some company. We sat and chatted as she continued her matronly fondles. She inquired about the possibility of a dance, and I admittedly *was* down for some titty-fication, so I went in on the 3 for $100. She had big naturals, and it's not like I was gonna notice her face anyway, so what the hell? Besides, I had just taken two grand off the nearby casino, so why not inject a C-note back into the local economy, right?

She tried to talk me into the VIP room, which she effectively described as a hand job. I countered with a titty fuck, which she declined. I can't honestly tell you whether that's the norm in the VIP, because many of Big Daddy's women are so thoroughly unappealing that I wouldn't even consider it, even though my standards aren't exactly lofty if I was willing to slither betwixt a grandmother's jugs. The money she asked struck me as sex-worthy, and she definitely wasn't offering that. Didn't even seem like I could cum wherever I wanted. So I wandered out into the warm mad night, the remainder of my blackjack winnings accompanying my journey back down Bourbon Street.