CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Daisy
Everything that happened between us was so nasty that I could hardly believe it was me. We’d done a sixty-nine in the stacks and the way I’d sucked down Tristan’s semen was incredible. It’d just been so good, bubbly and hot, that I couldn’t wait to get more, licking desperately, vacuuming my cheeks for more.
Because his sperm really is the best stuff on earth, sweet and salty at once, nutritious and creamy as it coursed into my stomach. And the problem is that I’ll never be able to get enough, tasting the man has awoken a hunger in me, a desperation for the alpha male. But Tristan and I are here on an escapade, a weekend getaway while we enjoy each other’s bodies, reality coming to a standstill for a precious few days. So what was going to happen after this? I choked even thinking about it. Was he going to ignore me? Was I off to college, sayonara, thanks for your service?
And the thought made my shoulders slump, a lump rising uncontrollably in my throat. It should have been no big deal. Four years of freedom and independence is an amazing opportunity, all on Tristan’s dime no less. But instead gloom and doom shadowed my mind, a sob choking in my chest. What the hell was wrong? Why oh why was this turning out to be so hard?
So with angry swipes at my cheeks, I brushed away the tears. Stop it! I scolded myself. You’re being so stupid. This thing with your Tristan was never meant to be. In fact, you’re sick, he’s your guardian for crying out loud.
And so I swallowed my tears, forcing a smile, bravely thrusting my chin up. Right, we were sort-of related, if only by law and not by blood.
And yet when I turned to look at the big man in the church, bravely trying to hide my tears, it seemed Tristan could read my mind. The alpha’s eyes darkened, a stormy grey-blue rather than their usual pure azure, a muscle ticking in that strong jaw.
But what could I say? What could he say? So I just smiled, taking his big palm in mine, ignoring the unspoken, our hopeless situation.
“Let’s go Mr. Marks,” I said. “It’s time to get back.”
And with that, we stepped back into the sunlight. It was like entering another world after the gloom of the chapel, the day was so bright, the glare so harsh that I had to squint, a headache coming on. And to top it off, Lance’s voice intruded, smarmy and annoying.
“There you are, took long enough,” he cawed, smacking his gum.
“Sorry about that,” I murmured, not looking at him. “Won’t happen again.”
“Yeah, that was like fifteen minutes or something,” whined Lance, crossing his arms over his chest, bottom lip puffing out like a little boy as he pouted.
Fifteen minutes? Was that all that had passed during inside the church, where we’d had our momentous realizations? But understanding can come quick sometimes. When it hits you, it really hits you, and I was breathless with the thought that I loved my guardian, that I’d fallen in love with him somehow, somewhere along the way.
But what did the alpha male think? I shot Tristan a quick glance but he was as impossible to read as always, that straight nose and chiseled jaw set, the mouth so mobile, those lips that had touched me all over.
Oh god. Oh god, oh god. How had two days done this to me, changed my outlook on life altogether, made me long for his magnetic presence next to me? Did he feel the same? I was dying to know.
And he felt something, sexually at least. I could sense it in the air, the vibrations so strong between us that every hair on my body quivered, my skin hot to his presence. But the alpha male never loses his perspective and sense of humor, it’s his years of experience getting through every situation. We were viewing a twin bed in a dorm room and the big man’s eyebrows shot off his forehead, eyeing it with amusement.
“Do people really sleep in these?” he drawled, voice languorous. “Seems hardly enough space for one person, let alone two.”
Lance just snapped his gum again.
“Yeah well you can get an extended twin if you want,” he grunted. “Just means that the bed is six and a half feet long but no changes to the width.”
And Tristan shot me another look again. That was no use to us, we needed wider across, enough to fit his big body as well as mine. I shook my head back at him.
“Well, we’ll have to see about that,” was all he said ominously. What did that mean? That he’d be moving a different bed into my dorm room, that he’d come to visit me? My heart raced, pulse in my throat. Maybe there was a future for us. Maybe we could work something out, find a way to see one another even after I left the mansion?
With a huge lump in my throat, I swallowed thickly. Oh god, please let it be. Please. I’d give anything for our liaison to continue, I’d let him use me, come visit whenever he liked, save myself for him. I needed Tristan, more than air itself, yet I couldn’t say anything specifically, could only look at him with longing eyes.
And it seemed that Tristan felt the urgency, the tense energy between us because when the tour was finally done, Tristan drove the Maserati like a madman back to Lance’s house.
“You live here during the school year?” he asked as the teen boy hopped out.
“Naw, during the year I’m at the Alpha O frat house,” Lance guffawed. “This is just for the time being, they’re doing some remodeling right now,” he added. “Daisy, it was a pleasure. Hope to see you here next year. Give me a call if you find yourself with some free time, I’d love to show you around again,” he leered, face cracking into a revolting smile.
But I forced myself to return the smile sweetly and nod, my words cut off by the roar of the engine. We jetted off before he even slammed the door, leaving the poor boy coughing in exhaust, bathed in fumes.
“Mr. Marks, what was that about?” I gasped. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
“You two said enough good-byes,” he ground out, eyes never leaving the road, hands gripping the wheel. “That lunkhead is way below you Daisy, way below you.”
And the laughter began bubbling up inside.
“Mr. Marks are you serious?” I said softly. “Are you jealous of Lance?”
But Tristan didn’t reply, expression still furious as he ripped through a turn on the road, pushing the Maserati to its max.
“I’m not jealous at all,” he ground out. “I’m just telling the truth, which is that that frat boy is way below you. You could do a lot better, Daisy. You’re grade A and that sucker? He’s a fucking loser.”
And my stomach fizzled, happiness bubbling up unexpectedly. Mr. Marks was definitely jealous. A warm feeling ran through my frame even as a smile crept onto my face. I reached for his hand, placing a small palm over his big fingers.
“Tristan, you know that I love spending time with you, that I had such a good time this weekend. There’s no need to feel jealous of Lance,” I said softly, running my fingers up his wrist, stroking his big hand. “He’s just a boy.”
My guardian’s body was still hard but some of the tension melted as he exhaled, shooting me a look from the corner of his eye.
“I wasn’t jealous,” he protested, “I just want what’s best for you. It’s natural for someone in my position,” he added with a dark glare.
Oh, so this was how he wanted to play the guardian angle?
“But Mr. Marks, was it best for me to take me in the library like that?” I simpered with a teasing smile. “I mean, I realize you were inducting me into a longstanding student tradition, but really? During my first time on campus?”
The big man just swung to stare at me, eyes on fire once again.
“Hell yeah, that was the best thing for you. No fucking way was I letting another man touch you, hold you, touch that beautiful cunt in the stacks. Only I get to introduce you to the Labyrinth.”
I just giggled again.
“Oh Mr. Marks, you’re so funny,” I breathed, dropping my hand to his thigh as he drove. “It’s you, it’s always only been you.”
And despite the fact that we were racing down a roadway, he turned to stare at me with serious eyes.
“Daisy, do you know what you’re saying?” he growled low in his throat.
I smiled once again, genuine emotion flashing in my eyes, heart beating rapidly.
“Of course I do, it’s always been you,” I whispered. “It’s always been you, Mr. Marks.”
And as we pulled up to the hotel, Tristan bounded out of the car with great strides, almost jerking me from my seat. What the? Why was he being so rough? Had I said something? But once we were into the elevator, Tristan took my face between his two big hands, cradling my head, looking deep into my eyes. The mirrored paneling on the wall shadowed his movements, the flicker of the lights distracting, but nothing could tear me away from the beautiful blue depths, stormy, mysterious, filled with meaning, pent-up words at the tip of his tongue.
“Daisy,” the alpha growled deep in his throat. “I can’t tell you what this weekend has meant for me. I wanted to show you a slice of my past, where I spent my formative years, somewhere that was special, and it’s turned into so much more.”
“I know Tristan, I know,” I breathed, pressing my curvy form against his chest. “I know. This was supposed to be a college tour but it morphed, didn’t it?” I said, shyly looking up into his eyes. How could I be timid at a moment like this? He’d seen my everything, my breasts, my sweet slit, my ass, and yet here I was coloring, blushing like a bride.
Tristan merely drew me to him tighter, wrapping those big arms tight.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he groaned, pulling me into the room, kicking the door shut behind us. “For so fucking long.”
“I know,” I breathed as we sat on the couch, the big man pulling me into his lap. “I’ve wanted you too,” I whispered against his lips.
But instead of taking me immediately, those blue eyes flashed once more and he leaned back for a moment.
“Daisy, do you understand what I’m saying?” he ground out harshly. “I’ve been waiting for you, watching for years now. And now that you’re here,” he said with a rough shake of his head, “it’s been so good. It’s so unbelievably fucking good, more than my wildest dreams, better than what I could possibly have hoped for.”
I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my mouth to his then.
“I know,” I breathed against his lips. “I know. Now kiss me.”
And that was enough for the big man. With a low growl, he bent his head to mine, parting my lips, exploring my sweet mouth with his tongue, tasting me, savoring me, pouring his heart and soul into the kiss. And I was right there with him, my heart beating so fast I thought it might explode, imbuing the touch with all my pent-up feelings, my desire for him, my lust, my love, my respect for this big man who was so much more than just a lover. He was my world and I knew it now, knew it with a certainty down to my very bones.
And I wanted to give him something special. Shifting slowly off of his lap, I stood for a moment.
“Mr. Marks,” I said breathlessly. “I have something for you.”
Tristan’s cock bulged against his trousers, the long, thick hardness visible in outline against the material, wrapping almost around his waist. Oh god, my mouth watered just looking at it, insides growing soft and damp, pussy moistening.
“Just a sec,” I panted before dashing off into my bedroom.
“Daisy, you better hurry,” he ground out, “because I can’t hold on for long.”
“Don’t worry I’ll be right out,” I called, hastily digging through my luggage. And I found it. Right before I’d zipped up my suitcase, I’d added something at the last minute, a wish list item.
Slowly, I stripped off my clothes, stepping into red heels and sensuously, with gentle strokes, worked a pair of red panties up my legs. It was a tiny sliver of nylon, held by strips of ribbon that tied at my hips. The panties were delicious, erotic, and oh so nasty because they were crotchless. Oh yeah, I’d bought the lingerie at a sexy store in town, the type of place that sold five hundred dollar bra and thong sets, items made from French lace, hand-sewn and embroidered. Crotchless panties weren’t the typical item found at L’Armoire, but I’d swept them into my bag without a second look, blushing as I paid.
And packing them, a shiver had run down my spine. Maybe I’d just prance around my hotel room wearing the panties, enjoying the freedom, rocking out on my own. But now with an audience, oh god, my pussy began to drip.
So slowly opening the door I tiptoed outside. Tristan was relaxed on the sofa but I saw that he’d pulled his dick out, that massive shaft leaking at the tip, hand lightly running up and down the stiff length, skimming the iron hardness.
And when he saw me, that hard length jerked, visibly twitching in his fist.
“Oh fuuuck baby girl,” he rasped as his eyes ate up my curvy form dressed only in the red heels and matching panties. The big hand paused momentarily on his shaft before reaching down to grab the base, encircling that girth with a tight fist. “Oh fuck, what do you do to me?” he groaned.
“But Mr. Marks,” I giggled, “I haven’t even started yet.”
And with that I wiggled my hips, breasts bouncing, and slowly ran my hands up my sides, emphasizing the hourglass shape. I’m curvy, I’ve got huge Double Ds set off by a tiny waist and wide, swinging hips, my silhouette an exaggerated S. Sensuously, I threw my head back and moaned, eyes closed.
“Tristan,” I rolled his name between my lips, “Oh Tristan!” I sighed, stroking my nipples, pulling them tight, rolling, stretching and squeezing. And never breaking eye contact, I let out a breathy moan, lifting a breast to my lips, licking the tip, sucking deeply on the pink nub before popping it out, saliva running in a long loop from my breast to my mouth.
But the show wasn’t over yet. Lasciviously swaying my hips, I tasted my other boob as well, again suckling while shimmying, entrancing Tristan with my curvy form. And the man groaned roughly, his hand a blur on his shaft now, staring at me, panting with unrequited lust.
“Bend over,” he commanded harshly. “Show me that cunt.”
We’d just gotten to my favorite part. Because when I sashayed into the living room, you couldn’t tell that I had crotchless panties on, the front of my pussy was covered with a thin slip of satin, everything kosher.
But oh shit, everything changed as I bent over, precariously perched in those ridiculously high heels.
“Daddy,” I whispered sensuously, shooting him a sly look over my shoulder while stroking my hands down my thighs. “Is this what you want?”
As I bent over, lower, lower, my snatch came into view, that beautiful twat steaming, pink and puffy, bare to his gaze, framed by the tiniest strips of red lace. I shook my kitty at him, teasing, baiting. “You wanna fuck me with my panties on?” I cooed.
I thought Tristan was going to lose it then, there was literally a stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick now, the entire shaft so wet you could hear his hand as it juiced up and down. But the alpha surprised me.
“Not just yet baby girl,” he growled, his eyes on fire. “I see you brought a gift for me, and I’m going to return the favor. I have one, no two, presents for you.”
I moaned, still bent over, lids half-closed as I held his gaze. Slowly, oh so slowly, I ran a finger up and down my cunt lips, coating the digit in cream before popping it into my mouth, tasting my own nectar. Fuck it was good, tangy and slightly musky, so utterly delicious.
“What is it Daddy?” I cooed breathily between licks. “What could be better than this?”
And slowly Tristan reached behind the couch, letting go of his cock for a moment. The rod sprang into the air, huge and veined, pulsing with power. I almost orgasmed right there, the thought of that pole buried in me juicing me up, arousing me to the point of no return.
But Mr. Marks was unpredictable because when he turned back, his hands were full with a fat dildo and a mirror.
“Wha-what is that?” I gasped, trembling on my high heels. Was I supposed to eat the dildo while watching myself in the mirror? Dance in front of the small hand mirror? It made no sense.
But Tristan had all the answers.
“Honey, have you ever heard of a wall-mounted dildo?” he ground out. He backtracked for as second, thoughtful. “Baby, do you even know what a dildo is?” he asked, remembering my inexperience.
I giggled a little nervously.
“Daddy, I was a virgin so I’ve never actually used a dildo, but yeah, I know what it is,” I tittered. “I watch porn you know,” I admitted, coloring slightly. “I’m a bad girl.”
“I know you’re bad, that’s why I love you,” he ground out, chest tight, eyes devouring me. “And because you are, I want you to try it out, I want a newly-fucked virgin to fuck herself using a dildo and a mirror.”
I paused, still confused.
“But I don’t get it,” I said in a soft voice, playing with the strings of my panties, teasing him. “Don’t I just get on the couch and put the thingy in me?” It seemed simple enough.
The big man let out a deep chuckle then, throwing his head back.
“Sure, if this were some X-rated fantasy, then yeah I’d let you just lean back and push this into yourself,” he growled, “but honey, we’re not X-rated. We’re triple-X, you and I.”
And I creamed a little just hearing that, delicious tingles running through my pussy. Because Mr. Marks and I were on the same level, both our minds in the gutter, willing to do anything to make the other come. So I stood up, sashaying over to him, standing between his knees, letting him look at my creamy form, bare but for the tiny strip of red lace and hooker heels.
“What do I do then?” I whispered, running my hand up and down the rubbery toy, squeezing the material, my finger trailing over the ridges, the lifelike veins. Fuck, this thing was hard and so big, it was going to feel amazing in my tiny cunt.
And Mr. Marks growled as if reading my mind, a gleam in those blue depths.
“Let’s take it step by step baby,” he rumbled. “Let’s get this thing greased up for you first, get it real wet,” he said, and with that, he held the fake dick in front of his real dick and squeezed with one big hand. Sure enough, a little spurt of pre-cum came flying out, coating the rubber with sticky strands of jism. He then held out the toy to me.
“Lick it baby, lick this fake dick, taste Daddy’s cum,” he commanded. And obediently, I bent over and ran my tongue along the rod, tracing every ridge of the toy, imagining it in my cunt, savoring the tang of Daddy’s semen at the same time. When I’d sucked it good, stuck the whole thing in my mouth and pulled it out, gasping as the long length withdrew from my throat, I looked at Tristan with big eyes.
“What next?” I whispered. I could hardly breathe now and my cunt ran shamefully at this point, I was so turned on.
Mr. Marks just smirked.
“Baby, you ride of course,” he drawled, and with one big hand, slapped the dildo against the mirror. I gasped. I hadn’t noticed that the toy had a suction cup at the base, one that made it hold fast to the mirror.
“Ride it, how?” I asked, taking the hard shaft between my fingers. I started pointing it between my legs, but Daddy’s big hand stopped me.
“No honey,” he rumbled. “Put the mirror on the floor so that the shaft’s pointing straight up. Then mount it and let Mr. Marks see that little pussy get fucked.”
All of sudden, I understood what Tristan wanted. The mirror was so that he could see everything, absolutely everything that was about to happen. With the mirror, he’d get a comprehensive look inside, watch my reflection as the toy squelched into me, devouring the sight of the pole fucking my insides.
And I was so turned on by the dirtiness of it all, the unbelievable raunchiness that my pussy twitched, hungry to start the show, desperate to get that massive pole into me. Crawling on my hands and knees, I moved to the center of the living room and placed the mirror-mounted dildo on the ground. Then I faced away from Tristan and crouched over the shaft, spreading my legs, teetering in my heels, and pulled my pussy lips apart.
“Ready Daddy?” I cooed, slyly winking at him. “Ready to see your baby girl get fucked?”
And without waiting for an answer, I dropped my hips onto the toy, letting the big rubber shaft just kiss my lips at first, probe slightly between my labia, rubbing it up and down my clit. But I needed penetration, needed it deep, hard, and with a long sigh, sat down all the way, throwing my head back, brown curls draped over my back. Oh fuck! It was so good, the thick rubber filling me up, sliding into my depths, my slick pussy spread so wide, so deep that I gasped, feeling it probe against my cervix, tickling me within.
“Oooh,” I gasped, my face flushed, hardly able to breathe as my pussy stretched. “Ooh!”
And slowly, oh so slowly, I began bumping my hips up and down the dildo, letting the hard rubber slide in and out, the glossy shaft running in and out of my cunt. It wasn’t easy that’s for sure, I had to go slow, my pussy had just been de-virginized and I was still unbearably tight, my twat so fresh, still taut and new.
But I wanted to make sure I was doing it right, that the audience was getting a good performance. So as I worked my hips, I swiveled around to look at the big man, winking over my shoulder.
“Tristan, Tristan, Tristan,” I whispered. “You like?”
And the big man couldn’t answer, he was so turned on, eyes glued to my cunt as the dildo ran in and out, cream dripping wetly from my snatch.
The view in the mirror must have been amazing, my little pink hole fucked so hard, penetrated so fully by the rubber, seen clearly in the mirror. And the harsh rasping sounds from Tristan’s chest, his hand flying on his cock, the fact that his balls were high and raised indicated that everything was going just as planned, that the big man was about to let fly at any moment.
But I didn’t want him to shoot without performing the finale, playing out a little fantasy I’d just crafted in my mind. So lifting up again, I let the dildo slip out, inch after inch of slick rubber dropping out of my cunt. With a clever twist of my hand, I wrenched my panties to the side so that my asshole was exposed and backed up a few inches. Without further ado, I began sinking down again, letting the rubber probe my anus, the brown pucker tensing and winking as the hard shaft sought to make entrance.
“Oh!” I squealed. “Oh oh oh!” Even though I’d been an ass virgin up until last night, I was so turned on that I was sure I could do it, I could impale myself on this huge rubber dong coated in pussy cream. And so I worked my hips, jiggled them a little, squealing and whining as the rubber probed again, shoving my butt down, forcing the toy up my ass. And after some twisting and turning, wriggling and humping, the dong finally made its way inside with a pop, my sphincter giving it up.
With a sigh, I slid down all the way, burying the shaft in my behind, my anus on fire, achy and sore at once, the tight rim burning so good.
“Oh god,” I moaned, on my knees leaning forward, pausing for a moment, boobs heavy and pendulous, swaying rhythmically as I caught my breath. “Oh god.”
But there was no rest for the weary.
“Move,” ground out the big man, his eyes fixed to my butt cheeks, eyeing the part where the rubber disappeared into my anus. “Assfuck yourself,” he commanded.
And as if in a trance, I lifted my hips again, letting the pole slide out of my butt, burning like fire before dropping down again, humping it, the friction so delicious, so sexy. And soon enough I was going at it full-steam, banging the dong, gyrating, wheeling, twisting, fucking my rectum again and again, gasping, shrieking as it reached up into my GI tract, the fit so tight, so dry.
“Shit!” I screamed, throwing my head back. “Shee-it!”
Because I couldn’t take it anymore, the dirtiness of everything, the red crotchless panties mixed with the mirror-mounted dildo, the pussy-fucking, the ass-fucking, the fact that I was putting a show on for my guardian. Sensations overwhelmed me and I came hard. My body pulsed and shook, earthquakes running through my frame, all of it centering around my quivering clit, ass and pussy clenching and clamping with orgasm, shaking so hard that I thought I might yank the dildo right off the mirror altogether with my vibrations.
And Tristan was having a field day too. The big man’s hand was a blur on his cock now, chest and abs tight, that massive form on fire, eyes gleaming as he stared at the ass slide. With a roar, he slipped one hand down to his balls and squeezed them tight as he came, penis erupting with lash after lash of semen, drenching my back, my butt, my skin splattered with splashes of hot cum. Holy shit, jizz was even running down into my buttcrack, dripping into my asshole.
And I couldn’t take it. I wanted it so bad that I ran a finger to the site and scooped up some of the semen, tasting it first, licking my lips before reaching back down to massage it into my pussy, working the sweet jism into my tight space.
“Mr. Marks,” I breathed, seizing his eyes. “I need more,” I whispered, and with a roar Tristan was on me again.