Dalliance With Daisy Pt 03

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

Dalliance with Daisy Part 3

Starring Daisy Ridley

Codes: MF, Cons, Facial, Handjob, Public, Oral

*****

It was a dark time at the office. With the fan controversy over the Last Jedi and the financial flop that had been Solo, morale was low in the marketing department of Lucasfilm. To make matters worse, we had the blame finger pointed at them for the failure of Solo. I had escaped the worst of it, but there had been firings and restructures. They were bringing in fresh blood, cleaning house. That made the message I received on my phone all the more exciting. It was a text from Daisy Ridley, my sometimes fuck buddy when we were in the same time zone.

LA on the 15th. U around Bloom?

A wide smile broke out over my face as I hastily picked up my phone to respond.

Tell me time and place

Daisy took a minute to respond with a time to meet and the location of the hotel she would be staying at. Needless to say, I left the office that day with a bigger smile then I had in many months. When the 15thfinally came around I made sure to note that I was leaving the office early that day. I hopped into my car and took the 405. That proved to be a mistake. Like always, there was traffic. Today there just happened to be more traffic than usual. By the time I made it to Daisy's hotel, I was way late. I hurriedly parked and made my way into the lobby. I went up to her floor and her security detail waved me in. Evidently, they had been warned of my arrival. As the heavy hotel door swung shut with a snap behind, Daisy looked up and greeted me with an exasperated groan.

"Ugh! Why are you so late?" She exclaimed, throwing herself upon me and dragging me further inside of her luxurious hotel suite.

"There was traffic!" I said before she planted her mouth on mine.

Her lips tasted sweet as I pulled her in tight. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth while her hand cupped the ever-growing bulge in my pants. Straight to the point. As always.

"I was hoping to get a quickie in before...but I've got a phone interview that supposed to start in about five minutes." She gripped the rock hardening in slacks even tighter, biting her lower lip. "Do you think we could cram one in?"

"That, my dear, is entirely up to you." I said with a wink and a grin.

Daisy flashed me a dazzlingly white smile and dropped to her knees on the plush carpeted floor. She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and pulled out my meaty prick. Her soft brown eyes filled with lust as she beheld it. She allowed herself a few quick strokes with her dainty palm before opening wide and placing it inside her soft pink mouth. Tightening her lips around the mushroom head, she slid down the shaft in one smooth fluid motion until her nose was buried in my neatly trimmed pubic hair. Holding herself there for a moment, a wide smile broke out over her face. It was a particularly beautiful sight with my cock filling her mouth. She drew back with a gulp, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Just as she was about to go in for a second taste, her phone began to ring loudly, vibrating on the desk. She turned to look at it, fingers still curled around my cock.

"Fucking shit! Of course, they're early! Bloody hell." She said, standing up.

She walked towards to the table, dragging me along behind her, leading me by the dick.

"It's fine." I said grudgingly. "My friend here can wait."

"It sure doesn't seem like it." She said, squeezing my raging erection. Her brow furrowed as she considered something. "I can do both. Come stand over here by me."

The phone continued to ring as I stood next to Daisy while she settled comfortably into her desk chair, wriggling her ample behind as she did so. My prick stood at attention, leveled perfectly at her face. Inching my hips forward, I prodded her gently with my stiff dick, smearing a bit of precum on her cheek.

"Naughty boy!" She said wiping the precum with her finger. "You have to promise that you will be absolutely silent during the interview. Do not say a word. I can't have them know I'm wanking someone off while giving a quote."

I nodded in agreement, crossing myself over the heart and locking my lips. She answered the phone on the very last ring, leaving it flat on the desk. She turned on speakerphone and leaned back. One hand resumed stroking my shaft, still slick with her saliva.

"Ello'?" She answered, adopting a cheerful and sweet tone.

Her accent still sent shivers down my spine, even after our previous hookups.

"Hi, Daisy. It's Chelsea from the Entertainment Weekly. Are you all set for our interview?"

"Indeed, I am! Fire away."

The reporter started asking some questions, but I found it extremely difficult to concentrate as Daisy stroked my shaft six ways from Sunday. For a while, I just focused on the handjob. When I did finally turn my ears back on, Daisy was responding to a question.

"Here's the thing about Sci-Fi." Said Daisy. "It has always been a genre that pushes the boundary on female empowerment."

I gestured to get her attention and very candidly pointed at each of her tiny titties and made a pleading look on my face. She rolled her eyes and pulled the straps of her dress aside followed by her dress. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and with her dark areolas exposed to the open air, they looked sharp enough to cut glass. I groaned inwardly as I watched them jiggle slightly with each jerk of her muscular arm. She continued with the interview. Whenever the interviewer would go to ask a question, Daisy would wrap her lips around the head of my cock and slide down the base, taking every inch of me into her mouth before releasing. This ensured that my throbbing cock was always slick with spittle as she continued jerking me off. If the interviewer was listening closely enough, she might her the faint fapping noise, but thankfully she never said anything. The interview continued for several minutes, and I could feel myself growing harder in Daisy's hand and my balls contracted. She was clearly eager to tug the cum out of me as quickly as possible. It had been a couple of days since I had jerked off too, so there was a lot churning around my swollen testicles right now. I gripped the edge of the desk, breathing deeply, trying my best to stave off my impending orgasm. Daisy was blissfully unaware of situation, even as my cock swelled another inch or two in her delicate, but firm grasp. She kept stroking, not missing a beat in her perfectly crafted answers. It was impossible. I couldn't hold it any longer. I tried gesturing to get her attention, but she shooed me away with her other hand, shaking her head as she answered another question.

"There is no question that every woman in film-" Daisy began her answer, but she didn't get to finish because I did.

My fully loaded prick, still pointed directly at her gorgeous face, fired out semen like a machine gun. The first blast caught her unawares, splattering against her cheek. She stuttered and turned her head as more globules of semen fired from my cockhead like bullets. The next volley hit right below her right eye and the next peppered a long line across her forehead. Whether she was in shock or denial about my exploding cock, her hand did not stop stroking, working my shaft a mile-a-minute as I continued unloading all over face. Another jet plopped on the bridge of her nose and one final rope splashed across her lips. I bit my tongue to contain my groans of pleasure, panting silently as a single drop of cum oozed from the tip of my cock and dripped onto the floor. Daisy sat frozen, drenched in semen, shock etched over every feature on her face.

"Daisy, are you still there?" Asked the reporter.

She blinked, looking confusedly at the phone. A bead of cum rolled off of her face onto one of her dark erect nipples. She cleared her throat and even more dripped off onto her dress.

"Yes. So sorry. Pigeon or something just whooshed by the window. Gave me such a fright."

I couldn't do anything but grin widely as Daisy gestured for something to wipe her face off.

"Now, what was I saying?"

Daisy finished her interview with grace, considering the tissues I handed her did little more than smear my spunk deeper into her skin rather than wipe it off. After that, she scolded me, but did with a pearly white smile on her face. Yet again we were deprived our sexual congress as she rushed to clean herself and needed to leave for a speaking engagement. She graciously extended an invitation to me. I found myself shepherded into a black town car as it raced across town. The divider was up as my hands wandered up Daisy's thigh. She didn't look up from her phone, reading over her speech. I slid my hand further up her leg, underneath the skirt she was wearing. Still she didn't look up, but her lower lip trembled. I rested two fingers on her lace panties and pushed gently against her folds. A whisper of a moan escaped from between her lips as they mouthed the words to her speech. I pressed harder, feeling the dampness already gathered there. She spread her legs apart across the dark leather of the backseat. My fingers twitched, stroking her twat over her panties until they were soaking wet. Only then did I pull the ruined fabric aside and slip two digits inside of her, penetrating the many warm velvety folds of her pink pussy. Inside of her I curled my fingers, as though beckoning her to cum and searched until I located her g-spot. Once found, I stroked, hard and fast. Wet sloppy noises emanated from between her thighs as I fingerbanged her. Her body was stiff and rigid, mouth no longer moving to practice her speech. Instead her eyes were closed as her breathing became labored. Her unencumbered hand moved down to dig her perfectly manicured nails into the seat, clawing away at the smooth material.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "You gonna cum for me Daisy?"

Her face was scrunched up, eyes screwed shut, mouth a thin line. She nodded quickly, bobbing her head forward. I fingered her harder and faster, stroking that g-spot with all the effort and speed my fingers and wrist could muster.

I whispered into her ear again, hot breath on her neck, "Cum for me Daisy. Cum right now."

Her hand flew up to her mouth as she gave a squeak before muffling herself as her body stiffened and I felt her vaginal walls convulse with pleasure. She climaxed, eyes flying open just as they rolled into the back of her head. My fingers were rewarded with a flush of sticky fluids and when I pulled them out from under her skirt, they glistened in the city lights. I stared at her, placing both digits into my mouth and sucking them clean. They tasted delicious. She opened her eyes, chest still heaving.

"That was...good." She said, before leaning over and pulling me in close for a ferocious kiss. When she broke it off, she whispered, "I'm not done with you yet tonight. Not by a long shot."

The rest of the car ride lasted about three minutes or else who knows what would have transpired in the back of that town car. All I know is when she got up to get out, I noticed a large wet stain on the leather right where she had been sitting. We were ushered backstage, past assistants and tech crews running back and forth like rats in a maze. People kept talking to Daisy, giving instructions, tips, suggestions. They all left us when we arrived at her dressing room. The door closed behind us with a click. Daisy was already staring at me with a hunger that rivaled that of a wolf.

*****

I slammed into her over and over again. The smacking of flesh echoed throughout the dressing room as I fucked Daisy Ridley from behind. She was kneeling on a chair, gripping the back for support as I penetrated her, hard and fast. She had resisted her impulses only long enough to get made-up and dressed before leaping on me like a wild animal. Still, she was due to give the speech in about five minutes or so. We didn't have long. She would have looked remarkably classy, if it weren't for the fact that her skirt was hiked up past her waist with a fat cock sliding in and out her pussy as she visibly struggled to hold in her screams of pleasure.

"Fuck! This cock is so good!" Said Daisy breathlessly.

"Yea, you know you love it." I retorted through gritted teeth.

"No seriously." Said Daisy, eyelids fluttering, mouth opening and body tensing up. "If you keep doing that...I'M GOING TO CUM!"

"We've been here before. You know the drill. You'd better keep quiet unless you want someone walking in." I said mercilessly, but enjoying every pulse-pounding moment of it.

I could see her eyes widened in the brightly lit mirror as I continued to my relentless pounding until it built to a full-blown orgasm. Her whole body shook as involuntary squeaking escaped from between her lips, fighting desperately to keep them shut. Fluids trickled down her thighs as the orgasm sent pulsating spasms through her body. A quick knock came at the door.

"Two minutes Ms. Ridley."

Daisy managed to get out a response, her voice several octaves higher than usual. "Thank you. Be right out."

"Two minutes to get me off?" I said. "Think you can do it?"

"Hah! Please. Course' I can." Said Daisy who pulled herself off of my cock and got on her knees in front of me.

She swallowed my tip, tasting the sweetness of her own pussy as both hands gripped my shaft and started stroking rapidly. She frantically stroked and sucked, gazing up at me with pleading brown eyes as the timer ticked ever downwards. She sucked on my mushroom head like it was a straw, trying to extract the spunk swirling around in my balls. Another knock at the door.

"Thirty seconds Ms. Ridley!"

I was just about there as my shaft stiffened in her grip. "Almost there Daisy."

"HHMMMHHH!" Was the only sound she could make.

Ten more seconds and I was ready to explode, shoving my cock deeper between her red-lipped mouth. She tightened her lips around my pulsating shaft as I erupted, a flash flood of cum suddenly roaring through her oral cavity. Her eyes bulge as my semen sprayed over her tongue and teeth. She knew better than to release me in case I continued my explosion all over her painted face and stylish outfit. I pumped out several more blasts, watching the expression on her face convey from one of concern to one of pleasure as she felt the flow of semen subside. When my limp prick gave one final squirt and I was finally done, Daisy pulled back, her cheeks bulging with hot jizz. She guzzled it down, gulping greedily. A drop or two dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.

"Time to go Ms. Ridley!" Said the voice at the door, accompanied by a bang.

I stepped to the side to hide my nakedness and gestured at the door. Cum still pooling in her mouth, Daisy yanked her skirt down and opened the door. She walked out down the corridor confidently, swallowing the rest of my seed and trying to lick her mouth clean. She wiped her mouth and was given a quick touch up with lipstick before being ushered onstage. She gave her teeth one final lick and smiled. She settled into the podium and looked out across the crowd, realizing she had forgotten to put her panties back on.

*****

After a lengthy reception and long car ride back, we stood waiting for the elevator in the hotel lobby. It was late, very late, well past when most people would be asleep. We were both ready and eager to get back to the room and tear each other apart. I glanced to the side and watched a sly smile creep across Daisy's face. She didn't say a word as the elevator arrived with a loud *DING* and the metal doors slid open. We stepped inside the confined space, Daisy staring daggers at me. I raised one eyebrow questioningly. In one fell swoop, she ran her hands over every single floor. The buttons lit up like the lights of a Christmas tree. The elevator doors closed again with the same *DING* and I simply stared at her. The smile on her face was on of pure lust and mischief.

"What's going on?"

"Making you spunk."

Speechless, she flashed that blinding white smile and closed the gap between us. She unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and pulled my cock out in five seconds flat. She dropped to her knees and shoved the hard member into her wide mouth. She mumbled something as my cock filled her up, but I couldn't say what it was. She started bobbing her head, sucking hard and fast. Loud slurping noises came from her as she worked over my prick. The fat head of my cock bumping into the back of her throat each time her lips descended to the base of my shaft. I reached out a hand to steady myself, light-headed from the sensation.

Ding!

Each cheery noise of us arriving at another floor sent a jolt through my body. Would someone be standing there, waiting to catch us as the elevator doors slid open?

Ding!

Another floor closer. My cock swelled at the sound. 6th floor already. Daisy opened her eyes, searching for the floor number. Her lips wrapped so tightly around my knob that not a single drop of saliva had yet escaped from between them. Returning full attention to me, she stared up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, cheeks sucked in tight, every single inch of my dick stuffed into her gullet. That sight sent another tingle through my body.

Ding!

9th floor. She sucked on the mushroom head, leaving the slick shaft exposed, but only for a millisecond. One dainty hand wrapped around to stroke it faster than lightspeed.

"Fuck! That's good!"

Her other hand had disappeared beneath her skirt, shamelessly finger-fucking herself, effortlessly multi-tasking as blew me in the elevator. She gave a throaty moan, the reverberations pulsating my cockhead as she lodged it deep in the back of her mouth. Gentle elevator music played in the background, but it was drowned out by the slurping, sucking and lip-smacking noises coming from Daisy.

Ding!

15th floor. My back was to the door as Daisy blew so I was blissfully unaware of anything until I heard a shriek.

I could see the reflection of a woman in the mirrored backwall. My head spun around as a woman gasped. A lone older woman was standing there, hand over her mouth, a look of utter horror and disgust etched on her face as she witnessed what was happening in that elevator.

I gave a half-shrug and said, "Sorry. Taken."

Coolly, I reached over to press the door closed button. She stood frozen on the spot, eyes wide, as the metal doors clinked shut and I heard the ding again.

"You're supposed to keep watch." Daisy mumbled, mouth full of cock.

"Hard. To. Focus." I grunted.

She didn't seem all that upset. In fact, being caught seemed to have only turned both of us on even more. She looked up at me and growled, "Gimme that spunk!"

In an instant she was back to sucking my knob. Her head bobbed up and down, getting sloppily now. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of beautiful brown hair. She moaned her approval. Holding her head still, I began to rock my hips back and forth, driving my dick in and out of her gaping mouth. She gave me total control, even egging me on, as I quickly picked up the pace. Within seconds I was slamming my thick prick down her throat over and over again. She took it all without protest, as spittle overflowed her pink mouth and ran down her chin. As tears formed in her eyes, she moved both of her hands to my swinging scrotum and gently took hold. She squeezed and massaged by swollen testicles even as my cock ruthlessly used her oral cavity.

Ding!

I brought my eyes from the mess of her face to see we were on the 21st floor. Barely any time left. She was going to get my cum one way or another. The slurping sounds had all but vanished. Instead the sounds of Daisy Ridley gagging on my cock filled the elevator as I continued my relentless oral assault on her tonsils. Black tears streaked down her face as her cheeks grew redder. Her chin was a waterfall of saliva as it flowed from my thrusting cock onto the carpeted floor of the elevator. Still, I didn't let up and she gave no indication that I should. Hammering away, I finally felt my balls tighten in her hand as my cocked swelled, ready to pump out another load.