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
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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."
