Chapter Eight: EnDeared
Monday came, and Daisy returned to work. After two days spent half-naked, Daisy felt confined by the fabric encircling her body. Her breasts and belly, in particular, felt stifled, and her confinement only made her think more fondly of the time she spent with Dylan over the weekend. She woke after having dreamed of him and came to work horny. Even after a cold morning shower, she was moist by the time she arrived at work, and her swollen nipples drew attention the attention of her coworkers.
Her panties were moistened, too, by the time she arrived at work, and she could just barely make it to midday before she sent Dylan a text. She asked to meet him after work and smiled to see his immediate response, which was a winking smiley-face and a photo of his thick cock. Daisy sent him a picture back, one of her from above, tugging her blouse down enough to show off her hidden cleavage, and then she tucked her phone away and tried to focus.
It was impossible for her to focus, though, because she needed to be fucked. It hadn't even been a full day since she had last seen Dylan, but the wait was already too long. Memories of him filled her just as he had filled her before, promising her pleasure which only Dylan could give. The image of his cock was burned into her brain and, moaning, she touched herself at work to sample her own arousal. Her panties were beyond moist now, and she was almost worried about the fluid loss.
Her fight with William had never found a resolution. She wondered if it ever would. At that point, it felt to her like there was no true solution to the problem. Her love for William had been fading since he cheated on her, and Dylan had only made that more apparent. Her youngest daughter, Autumn, was getting old enough that she would be looking to move out soon. After that, Daisy didn't know. Dylan had very clearly taken her from William, plain and simple, and she didn't know how long she could pretend at marriage.
Work dragged, and Daisy began to daydream. She thought about Summer and Dylan, and she looked for times when she could have snuck around and submitted to Dylan even back then. It would have been unthinkable at the time, but reflecting on her conversation with Summer on the phone, Daisy really had changed her mind. She wished that Summer had chosen him. She didn't know how it would have changed her own relationship with Dylan, but she did know how it would have changed Summer's life, and that would have been worth it.
By the time work was over, Daisy was desperate. She sped through town and parked at the back of the grocery store where her many trysts with Dylan always started. A few minutes later, Dylan pulled up beside her, his dusty old car rumbling as it came to a stop. She greeted him at his door with a smile and a hug. They kissed afterward, and he held her by the ass while staring down her body. It had been some time since he's seen her so covered, and it made him smile.
Dylan poked at her tit through her shirt. "What the fuck is this? I didn't know you owned shirts that covered your cleavage."
Daisy laughed and shook her breasts at him. "It's Monday. I can't dress like a slut at work, and some of us have to get jobs, Dylan. We can't just fuck our way through life."
Dylan shrugged beside her. "That sounds awful."
Daisy laughed and, reaching down, unbuttoned her uniform to show a hint of cleavage. "After work, I can dress however I like." She opened her blouse entirely, using his body and their cars to shield her from the view in the parking lot. Her bra was white and lacey, with small lacey flowers on the cup around where her nipple is. The fabric was sheer enough to show a hint of pink nipple. Dylan immediately went bug-eyed staring, and Daisy grinned in response. "Not so clever now, are you?"
"Honestly, I'm feeling a bit light-headed."
Daisy purred. Finding him through his pants, she gave him a gentle squeeze. "I bet you are." Turning to her SUV, she pulled the back door open and then began undoing her pants. She looked at him over her shoulder, her thick blond hair falling in curls to the side to reveal sultry blue eyes. "You coming, stud? We don't have all day."
Watching her pants open and revealing her love handles and the upper portion of her thick bottom, Dylan blinked. Then, remembering himself, he cleared his throat. "Oh. Right. Sorry!" He followed her into the SUV and climbed with her over the seat and into the back. After that, they fell into each other, Dylan's skinny body collapsing onto Daisy's softness. His hand came to rest on her breasts, and her laughter turned to moans as she groped her. "You okay?"
"Mm. I am now." She cupped his hands and guided him in groping her. His hands were big, larger than hers, but also softer. He was not a hardworking, experienced man. Where William had rough, calloused hands of a man who had worked his entire life, Dylan had the soft hands of a man who had never had to work for anything. She wondered if that was why Summer hurt him so much. It was the first time he had ever been told no.
Normally, Daisy would have found such softness repugnant, but she indulged it with him. He was all man where it mattered most and, besides, she had experienced William's rough hands before and found them dangerous. Dylan's softness could and already had done her wonders, and soon she had her pants off and her legs parted. They kiss, and then Dylan sat up to stare at her body, naked save for her underwear. Smiling up at him, Daisy purred. "See something you like?"
"I haven't seen nearly enough it."
Daisy smiled and rolled her eyes. Then, she shrugged at sat up. "It's you wasting your time, then," she said, and she slid her wet panties down her legs. The moistened fabric clung to her pussy as she peeled them off.
Leaning forward, Dylan kissed her again. He aggressed her with his tongue, prying her lips open and tasting her. Daisy kissed him back, suckling him, drinking him, and as they parted both were breathless. He was enormously swollen, and Daisy wanted him even more as he grinned down at her. "Please," he whispered. "You and I both know that you aren't leaving before I come."
Cupping him, Daisy whispered, "God, you're an arrogant asshole." Then, reaching into his pants she found him and cooed. "But I'll be damned if you don't have the right to be."
Dylan smiled back at her as he leaned over her. While not extremely tall, he was tall enough that he had to crouch to fit into the back of the SUV. Daisy was before him, bent forward to rub him through his pants. She used her free hand to undo his belt and expose him as he held her hair out of her face. "If that's how you feel, then show me."
Pants opened, Daisy released him to use both hands to reveal him. His pants came down with his boxers, and his fat cock fell out fully erect and landed with a heavy smack across her forehead. Daisy winced and smiled as Dylan laughed above her. Holding him again, and marveling at his warmth and size, Daisy took to stroking him with both hands, working him from crown to root as she did. "Fuck, Dylan," she cooed. "This right here is why you deserve to be arrogant. Jesus. No matter how many times I see it, I just can't get over how big you are."
Holding him to one side, Daisy tilted her head to lick and suck his shaft and root. She tasted him with a moan, slobbering and slurping on his pubic hair, drinking him in and stroking him slowly as she went. Her movements were sallow and gentle, meant to sustain him while she indulged herself. Dylan offered her no complaints or advice and only watched her, intoxicated by his own power and by her incredible beauty.
Daisy found his balls and suckled one and then the other as she stared him in the eyes. She hungered for him and devoured him with sloppy kisses. Slobbering on him, she wet his balls and drooled down her chin. When finished, she sat back to stare down his shaft and stroke him. Kissing him on the crown, she let semen gather on her lips before spitting down his length in a lewd display of want.
Her saliva mixed with his precum as she stroked him. Though he was already large, the added shine of their combined fluids made him appear even larger in her dainty hands. Daisy smiled and held him by the root to enjoy his length. Using her free hand, she cupped his balls and weighed them, suddenly hungry for a fresh load. Based on their weight, she felt he was ready to supply.
She licked her lips before kissing him again. "Christ, Dylan, do you happen to know what kind of horse your father was?"
