Dalliance With Daisy Pt 01

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Dalliance With Daisy

Part One

Starring: Daisy Ridley

Codes: MF, Cons, Drunk, Oral, Cheat, Facial

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I sat down at my desk, gingerly sipping my cup of coffee. It was early in the morning and I sat down to try and get through some of the mountain of emails that always seemed to accumulate, no matter how many I answered. I sat there as my coworkers filed in and sat at their own desks. I was usually one of the first in the office. I loved my job. I worked in the marketing department for Lucasfilm and that meant I often had early access to everything Star Wars. It was a dream come true for a both my love of marketing and the child in me. First in the morning, as always, is to whittle down the never-ending parade of emails clogging up my inbox. When I finally got down to the last dregs, I noticed one with the tagline explaining that the results of the office raffle were in. I clicked it opened and my eyes traveled down the list of names. I stopped at my own name. Anthony Bloom. I sat back in my chair as the realization of my situation washed over me. I was going to the Star Wars: Last Jedi wrap party.

The party required formal wear, but all who attended were encouraged to add a Star Wars twist to their attire. Originally I had collected and assembled a tasteful but elaborate Kylo Ren theme. However, the airline had other plans. When I arrived in London, I was informed that my luggage was missing. The next day was a panic to rent a tuxedo and find something to give me a twist. As the event was only in a few hours, I was in a bit of panic. Eventually I ventured out to the nearest toy store and picked up a cheap replacement. It was one of those flimsy plastic masks, usually reserved for children on Halloween. At least it was Kylo Ren. It would have to do on short notice. Back in my hotel room, I put on the tux and peeled off the stickers on the mask. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were just barely visible through the plastic slits of the mask. I was good to go. The winners from the various departments were all staying in the same hotel and we gathered nervously in the lobby, waiting for our ride. We chatted with one another jovially, all of us excited for this party. In total there were about a dozen of us. Some were in the marketing department like myself, others were visual effects people and even one accountant. A fancy limousine pulled up in front of the hotel and the driver waved us in. As it was a private event, there was no press or red carpet, but it was glamorous nonetheless.

The large ballroom was magnificent, elegantly decked out with a few Star Wars odds and ends tucked here and there. I spotted all the major stars of the movie, each with their own entourage. Daisy Ridley drew my eye as she entered. She was beautifully garbed in a stylish grey dress with large billowy sleeves, like the robes of a Jedi. After a few words by higher-ups, the party began in earnest. I danced, drank and chatted up a few girls. Before long the night was drawing to a close. I stuck around as the others exited the ballroom, grabbing one last drink before I headed back to the hotel. I was finishing up that last drink when I felt someone come up behind me. Before I could turn around, the person had wrapped their arms around me, pulling me close. The beautifully manicured fingernails told me it was likely a woman. She put their head close to mine and my nostrils were engulfed with the lovely flowery scent of her perfume. The mystery woman whispered huskily into my ear.

"Hey there handsome. I've been looking all over for you."

Whoever she was, she had the loveliest posh British accent. Her slurred words indicated to me that she had probably had a few too many drinks that night. I couldn't blame her; it had been an open bar after all. I myself was past my usual limit. I was just about to inform her that she must have me mistaken for someone else when her hand moved to the front of my tuxedo pants, located my cock and gripped it tightly.

She slowly slid the mask back over my face and whispered into my ear, "I'm so randy that I could suck you off right here in this ballroom."

I turned my head, looking around the large room. The mask obscured most of my peripheral vision. From what I could see, the ballroom was mostly empty. Only the staff was left, and they were focused on cleaning up. A few guests mingled near the exit, but they were on the other side of the room.

"Follow me babe." She whispered with her hand still firmly grasped around the front of my trousers.

She led me over to one of many wheeled bar carts that had served us through the evening. It had been pushed in the corner, away from everything else. As the woman moved in front of me, leading the way, I realized whom it was that had her hands all over me. It was Daisy Ridley, the

star

of Star Wars.

"Oh shit." I said audibly, although my voice was still muffled through the mask.

"That's right babe." She said, stumbling slightly as we came to stop behind the cart.

Even though it was in a corner of the room and far from the others, there was still a chance someone might see whatever was about to happen. The very idea of that caused my cock to twitch and grow, straining against the tight fabric of my rented tuxedo pants.

"Daisy..." I began to say, trying to let her know that she had clearly made a mistake and I was not whoever she thought I was.

"Shhhhh..." She said, putting a slender finger to her red lips

She giggled drunkenly as she dropped to her knees and said, "Leave the mask on."

With surprising speed and dexterity she unhooked my pants and pulled down the zipper. My underwear peaked out, pushed outwards by my erect cock struggling to break free. With another swift motion she pulled down the waistband of my underwear. It caught on the head of my cock as she pulled. She pulled down further until my cock sprang free and smacked her right in the face.

"Oops." She said as she jerked back in surprise and started giggling. Then she looked at my cock, which she sat almost perfectly eye level with. Her eyes flicked back up towards me, a quizzical look on her face. "Gosh, I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, but did you're cock get bigger?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting to give away my identity. She smiled wide, revealing those beautiful pearly white teeth. She spit onto my hard cock to provide some lubricant and gave it a few strokes to make sure it was nice and wet, before reaching for the base of my shaft and beginning to stroke. Her red lips wrapped around my swollen bell-end sucking down the preccum leaking from the tip. Her tongue wrapped itself over the tip of my engorged cock causing me to groan audibly. I placed one hand on the bar cart to steady myself as my knees buckled from the oral pleasure. I stared down at her through the slits in my mask, watching more and more of my shaft disappear into her mouth with each bob of her head. Her hand still firmly grasped the base of my shaft, stroking the part of me that her lips weren't sliding up and down. A waiter walked by us, focused on bussing dirty glasses. I turned my head, but he didn't give us a second-glance. My heart pounded and I shivered with the excitement of the situation. Daisy came up for air, pulling my cock out of her mouth and running her tongue alongside the veiny underbelly, licking as she would with a popsicle. Her other hand moved to fondle my scrotum, gently squeezing with her fingers, my balls resting in her palm.

"Mhmm, nice heavy bollocks full of spunk for me." She said, looking up at me, before returning her lips to the tip of my cock. This time she pressed her lips tightly together and moved down my shaft slowly, leaving a light smear of lipstick down the shaft as she went. I savored every inch she managed to cram into her mouth. I felt myself bump into the back of her throat. She hadn't managed to get the whole length into her mouth, but I gave her credit for trying. She pulled back, coughing slightly.

"My gosh. You're definitely bigger. How is that possible?" She asked, looking back up at me with inquisitive brown eyes. "I've definitely fit the whole thing my mouth before."

I shrugged again, not wanting to give away my identity.

"I suppose I'll just have to try harder." She said and wrapped her mouth back around my cock.

She began to slide up and down the shaft, her smeared lips tight, forming a wet hole. Her hand remained at the base, gripping me tightly and making a circular twisting motion eased with the lubrication from her spittle. Her other hand continued juggling my balls. I felt my phone buzz in my jacket pocket and suddenly it occurred to me that I might want to document this. I paused briefly, my conscience plaguing me. It didn't plague me for long; I mean I hadn't stopped her from blowing me. I figured I would want a record of so I knew I hadn't dreamed the whole thing. I wouldn't put it up on the Internet or anything; it would just be for me. Her eyes were closed as she continued to work over my cock. I fished my phone out of my jacket pocket and pulled up the camera. I watched through the screen as her head bobbed up and down and snapped a quick picture. However, I forgotten to turn the sound off and the signature click of the camera caused her to pause. She looked up at me and for a heart stopping moment I thought I was busted.

"Babe. You know the rules, no photos. I can't risk it." She said, waggling a naughty finger at me.

"Sorry. Got caught up in the moment." I grunted, hoping the mask was enough to obscure my voice.

"I understand. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you right now." She said slyly and renewed her sucking with increased enthusiasm, even letting out a low moan.

She took my hand and placed it on top of her head. Her eyes were opened wide, edging me on. I placed my other hand on her head as well and gripped her ornately styled brown hair. Her eyes told me to continue, her mouth still full of my cock. Gripping her head tightly, I began to move my hips slowly in and out of her mouth. One hand pressed on my navel to steady herself, the other still held my balls. I proceeded to fuck her mouth. I started off slow as I didn't know what she was used to. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as I watched my dick disappear into and reappear from her mouth. I gradually increased my speed, moving my hips back and forth as I plunged a little deeper with every thrust. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as saliva dripped out of her mouth down her chin onto the floor. I continued thrusting my hips, losing myself entirely until finally I went too far and she gagged as I slammed into the back of her throat. She brought her hand down to my shaft and pulled her mouth off, coughing and choking.

"Sorry." I said quickly.

She looked up at me and smiled, mascara slightly smudged and chin wet with spittle. "Don't worry babe. I know how much you like that."

She gave my cock a few quick strokes and must have felt I was close because she said, with her lips tickling my cock, "Oh my, somebody is so hard. Are you just about ready to cum?"

I managed to groan in response and nodded my head stupidly.

"Please give me all that tasty spunk." She said, batting her eyelashes and pouting slightly.

Then she resumed sucking, eyes fixed on me. I still kept one hand on her head, but allowed her to control the speed. It only took a few more moments before I was ready to blow. She kept sucking and I felt my balls tighten in her hand as my fingers dug into her head and I unloaded into her mouth. The first jets of cum hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, brown eyes wide and bulging. She readjusted a bit, mouth opening as I pumped out several more ropes of thick sticky cum. She wrapped her smeared lips tightly around my shaft and sucked as I continued pumping my load. Some cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth as I finally finished. I sagged, utterly spent. She pulled back, lips still tight around my cock, ensuring that she got every last drop. She sat back on her legs, giving me a glimpse of a tasteful black thong before she opened her mouth wide. It was absolutely filled to the brim with my cum. She moved the thick white load around her mouth, relishing the taste on her tongue before swallowing most of it in one large gulp. Semen clung to her tongue as she used it to clean up around the edges of her mouth where it had leaked out.

"Gosh, you taste even better than I remember." She said, smiling with some of my jism still in-between those pearly white teeth. "Is anyone looking?"

I glanced around. The staff was focused on the other side of the room, and the only guest that still seemed to be here was one guy in a suit looking around for something.

"The coast is clear." I said.

She wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand as I tucked myself back into my pants. She stood up from behind the bar cart and we did our best to look casual. Now that I could think straight, I was trying to figure out my endgame. Eventually Daisy would find out I wasn't her boyfriend. As we walked towards the exit, the guy in the dark suit waved over at us. Daisy looked at him as if confused. She stopped walking and her eyes went wide. Her head snapped to me and then back to him. A look of surprise and horror blossomed on her face. That was my cue to escape. She was quicker, grabbing the mask and pulling it off of my face. Our eyes met and she looked at me wordlessly. I looked back apologetically and half-shrugged.

"Oh my gosh... You're not..." She started to say.

Before she could say anything else, I ran. I dashed away from her and towards the opposite exit. I caught one last look at her, stunned disbelief on her face before I fled out the door. My heart was pounding as I escaped into the dark London night. I put several blocks between us before I hailed a cab back to my hotel. When I finally got back to my hotel room I collapsed onto the bed. I wondered if that had actually happened. I pulled my phone out and looked at the most recent photo. There she was, Daisy Ridley with my cock in her mouth. Good. I wasn't crazy after all. I got undressed, showered and fell asleep with relative ease, imagining all the other things I would have done to her had my cover not been blown.

The next day was free on the itinerary. I thought I would take in some of the sights Westminster Abby, Buckingham Palace, and some other usual touristy places. By the time I got back to my hotel room, it was early evening. I walked into my hotel room, letting the door swing closed with a click behind me. I paused as I heard movement from the bathroom. Moving to investigate, the door swung open and out stepped none other than Daisy Ridley. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, all of which clung tightly to her expertly toned body. Her hair was tied back behind her head. The expression on her face was unreadable.

"So I do have the right room." She said to me, her brown eyes fixed on me.

I had frozen, literally mid-step. I was totally and utterly busted. I was going to lose my job, be sued and maybe thrown in prison. As my mind launched into overdrive, she just watched me standing there.

Finally she rolled her eyes and said, "You might as well sit down."

She pointed to the bed and although it took a few moments, I nodded and put my foot down. I walked hesitantly over to the bed. She watched me the whole time, eyes following me. I sat down gingerly, waiting for her to explode.

She turned to face me and said evenly, "So, Mr. Bloom. What did you do with the photo?"

"Nothing." I said truthfully. "Honestly. It was just for me. You know, to remind myself that it actually happened."

"Likely story." She said and crossed her arms over her tight figure.

"It's the truth." I said as I fumbled with my phone holding it out to her. "You can check the entire thing, email history, cloud upload. I honestly haven't done anything with it and I wasn't planning on it."

She squinted at me, but took the phone. I told her my password and she spent several minutes going through the contents of it, searching for evidence of the saved photo. Apparently satisfied, she handed back the phone to me and moved to sit down next to me on the bed. She looked into my eyes, and I looked back nervously.

"Why didn't you send it to anyone or post it online?" She asked.

"That kind of stuff is private." I said. "You know, something special between two strangers."

That prompted a slight twitch of a grin before she said, "It wasn't exactly private."

Even thinking about last night was enough for my cock to come alive within my pants. So close to me, she seemed to take notice.

"Thinking about it?" She asked, one finger gesturing lazily towards my crotch.

I shifted slightly, trying to conceal my erection.

"To be honest... well, yea actually." I admitted.

"I have too..." She whispered, eyes locked on mine.

"You...what?!?" I asked, taken aback.

She took my hands in hers, gentle but firm.

"I've been thinking about it... all last night and all day today. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock. My boyfriend is nothing compared to you. I made him wank last night while I watched, just to compare."

"I...I..." I said, words failing me.

"You know. It was pretty selfish of you last night. I mean, I clearly gave you a fairly memorable blowjob and I got nothing in return."

She moved my hand to her thigh. Her intention was clear and I pulled her in close, putting my lips on hers. As our tongues met, I savored the taste of hers on mine. Likewise, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself hard against me. As our kissing became more aggressive, I pushed her back onto the bed and I clambered on top of her. I moved my lips down to her neck, running my tongue along her pale skin. My hands moved up from her back until they reached her breasts. I squeezed them gently through her sweater, feeling her erect nipples even through the thick weave. One hand slid under her sweater, feeling her well-toned stomach, while the other one moved down to the top of her jeans. She reached for the bulge in my pants, wrapping her nimble fingers around my throbbing cock. I let out an audible groan as she squeezed through the fabric. Withdrawing my hands, I fumbled with the button on her jeans until I succeeded in sliding them down, revealing a lacy white thong underneath. I touched her lightly between her thighs, feeling her already wet pussy beneath the thin fabric of her underwear. Her entire body shivered as I teased her.

"Let me return the favor." I said as I moved my body downwards.

She lay on the edge of the bed, the tips of her toes brushing the carpet as I got on my knees and placed my head in between her muscular thighs. I pulled her thin strip of white fabric aside and gazed upon her beautiful bright pink pussy lips. There was not a trace of hair to be found. I dove in tongue first. As my tongue parted her lips I was treated to my first taste of her. Every woman tasted different and Daisy was no exception. She was sweet, salty and musty all at the same time. I felt her thighs tighten around my head as my tongue buried itself deeper into her snatch. My tongue flicked back and forth as my eyes looked up towards her beautiful face twitching with pleasure from each lick of my tongue.

"Gooooossshhhh." Said Daisy, the hiss of pleasure escaping from between her lips. "You're. Very. Good."

I didn't respond, instead I pushing my tongue further in and began working my lips as though I was giving a speech, rubbing my own against hers. Her hands moved to the top of my head, running her fingers through my hair as she squirmed with satisfaction. I moved my arms under her thighs, hands brushing over that tight ass of hers as I lifted her slightly and continued at a different angle.