Daphne Vs. Daddy

by Mona Cox

  95

  Gisele

  I'm finally getting out of the elevator and off of the most awkward ride of my life; there's nothing like telling a guy off and then getting into a confined space with him. I follow him to his suite. We walk inside and it’s gorgeous. Of course. I mean, it’s the W. What did I expect?

  I still have a hard time not gawking a little bit though. Just a little bit. I hope I’m hiding it well, but this sure as hell isn’t your $79 room down at the local motel.

  “Come in here,” he says, his voice drifting back toward me, and I realize that he’s moved on without me. Where is he? I scan the room and realize that he’s stepped into the bathroom.

  Weird.

  I hesitantly make my way over to it, but stand in the doorway when I get there. I don’t care how fuck-handsome he is, he was high enough on drugs or whatever to think that flashing the world was a good idea no more than 12 hours ago. He obviously isn’t to be trusted. I regret my choice in shoes this morning; if I need to sprint my way to the door, I won’t make it far in stilettos. I wonder how casually I can slip off my shoes so I can hold them in my hands when I run. But my thoughts are cut short when he holds out an orange pill bottle toward me.

  “Look.”

  I cock my head to the side as I take the pill bottle from his hand. Harmless. Boring. An orange bottle, a pharmacy company printed on the label, and some drug name I can’t pronounce.

  “Here’s the truth,” he says, and I suddenly wish that I had a recorder going. Whatever he is about to say will be huge. I can feel it in my bones. “Everyone knows that I’ve struggled with drugs and alcohol—I have for a long time. That’s what the news said this morning—that I must’ve relapsed. But the opposite is true.

  “My doctor put me on a new, experimental drug. It’s amazing; it takes away all cravings for any alcohol of any kind for 24 hours. I just don’t want it. I used to drink bourbon like some people drink water, but now? The idea disgusts me. All because of this wonder pill.”

  He reaches out and takes the bottle back out of my hands, and I feel a little bit of reverence in his movements, like he’s handling something sacred.

  “That really works, then?” It seemed too strange to me—that a simple pill could do so much. I had never even heard of it before; how is this not on every morning show in America?

  “Yeah, it really works. Really and truly works. There’s just one problem.” He looks me straight in the eye, blue eyes somber and serious. “They put me to sleep when I use them. I don’t just mean drowsy, I mean dead asleep. Absolutely no control over my body. At the same time, it also causes sleepwalking. So even though I don’t have any memory afterward of what I did, I can talk, I can sing, I can even pull out my cock and wave it around in front of tens of thousands of people, and not remember a moment of it.”

  I just stare at him, sure he is pulling my leg. “No fucking way,” I finally say when he doesn’t blink, or yell ‘April Fools!’, or anything else that I'm thinking he should do. “There’s just no way!”

  He shrugs. “When the doctor first told me that, I said the same thing. It didn’t seem real to me. Who’d heard of something like that? But Gisele, I don’t remember last night at all. My thought this morning was that it must’ve been a good concert because I hurt all over. I figured I must’ve had quite the workout. So when my assistant showed me the video, I was horrified—just as horrified as you.”

  I stare at him, trying to decide if he's telling me the truth. If you’re going to come up with a lie, this is a hell of a whopper to conjure up. Why not go for something easier to believe?

  But on the other hand, how could I really believe something like this? It seems like I would’ve heard about it on the news at some point, right?

  “Prove it.” The words just slip out of me and I stare at him challengingly. He stares back at me, solemn, and nods.

  “I’m supposed to take one pill a day,” he says. “The pill takes a while to work if I do that, though. So, I’m going to take two. I’ve only done that one other time, and it was pretty much instantaneous; I won’t remember anything I say or do within minutes of me swallowing two of these things. I’m going to be asleep. Are you clear on that?”

  I bite my lip, hesitating, but c’mon, who could resist? I nod. “Okay. Let’s see this in action.”

  Right now, I’m giving this a 50/50 chance of being the real deal. Like, it’s so insane of an idea that it just might be true. I would’ve told you this morning that Stone is just a loser who can’t figure out when it’s okay to go swinging his man meat around, but now?

  I don’t know. He’s almost … believable.

  He tosses two back with a swig of water.

  Time to see if he’s full of shit …

  96

  Stone

  As I’m throwing the pills into my mouth and washing them down with some water, I’ll admit it—I’m eyeing Gisele up. Believe me, if she was standing in your hotel bathroom, you would be too. God, legs so tanned and long and smooth, they look like they could be in an advertisement.

  Or on a stripper.

  But even more amazing than those legs are her tits. Have you ever seen tits so big on a girl, you wonder how she can stand up without assistance? That’s Gisele. I have a hard time forming sentences when I’m around her because I’m drooling so much. I've never seen a rack on a girl like this, outside of porn films, of course.

  I wonder for a moment if Gisele had a boob job done, or if they’re real. I want to ask her, but even more than that, I want to take off her clothes and find out for myself.

  Oh fuck …

  “Listen, I have to tell you something,” I say quickly, before I lose the ability to speak. I'm already starting to fall under the spell of the pills—I can feel the tug of sleep start to pull me under. “Whatever I’m thinking about before I fall asleep, that’s usually what happens when I am asleep. Not that I’m a genie and grant three wishes or something …”

  I’m so tired. I struggle to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to miss even a moment of drooling over those tits. I blink slowly. Is she taking off her shirt? Is she going to show me her tits after all? That can’t be right. She’s a reporter, she isn’t going to…

  97

  Gisele

  I’m fingering the buttons on my blouse fast, watching the lust in his eyes light up. So what if he wants to tell me some crazy story about those pills and he’s lying? Oh, someone as cocky as Stone is sure to say something any minute about how he knew I’d put out.

  The truth is I love my job, but I'm letting myself slip into the big no-no you think you only see in the movies. Sleeping with the source. I can tell myself I’m doing what I can to get the story; if we fuck and he really doesn’t remember it, then I know he’s telling the truth. If we fuck and he clearly remembers everything … well, journalism isn't what it used to be and I’ll tell my editor. She’ll understand. I know that she didn’t get her job without bending the rules … in a world of listicles and gifs embedded in online articles, she and I both know that getting the real scoop on a rock star isn't going to happen by playing nice, or by the rules.

  Plus, it has been way too long since I got laid. Why not kill two birds with one stone, as it were? My hands can’t work the buttons fast enough when I see the way his eyes zoom in on my breasts. Yeah, they’re big.

  I see that he’s got a huge, hard cock for me, tenting his pants mercilessly, aching to be free. Oh, I can so help with that.

  But, yeah, this is just a dirty little part of getting the story. Sure.

  My whole body is on fire, and I don't really care about what I may or may not be rationalizing to myself. Because I'm completely thinking about the story, and I'm also completely thinking about how much I want to lick every inch of his body. I want to ride his cock and show him that he's not the only one with a top notch ability to charm.

  You don't look like I do and not know a thing or two about charming people out of their pants. It's been a while, but a gi
rl doesn't forget how to ride a cock. My body is, and has always been, one way for me to get attention. It could be a good or bad thing. I decided a long time ago that I'm making it a good thing. If I'm going to get attention, then I'll get the kind that I want.

  "Stone, you want to fuck me?" I ask, stepping closer to him and running a finger down the full length of his erection.

  He grins widely but says nothing.

  "You don't just invite a gal up to your room and not plan to fuck her." I look to see if he's going to offer anything up. "But I guess it wouldn't be the right thing to do," I say, pulling my finger back.

  Stone's hand grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, my breasts slapping into the wall of his chest. "You don't look like you ever worry about being a good girl," Stone says, his voice low and sultry.

  My pussy is so wet right now. The way he's looking at me is enough to make me squirm, but the deep sound in his voice makes me weak in the knees. If I wasn't planning to fuck him before, well, that low rumble like a wild animal ready to pounce me? That totally sealed the deal.

  "Do you like bad girls?" I ask Stone, my voice catching in my throat.

  He hasn't let go of my wrist. His thumb brushes softly over the skin.

  It makes me sigh a little, involuntarily. I can't believe how strong of a reaction I'm having to him. I'm not thinking about the story at all now. I'm not thinking about the pills being real or a lie. I'm not thinking about anything except if he's going to undo my bra.

  Stone's breathing long, deep breaths that press my nipples hard against his firm, six pack abs and chest that I'm practically plastered to. His hand at the back of my bra undoes the clasp.

  My sizeable breasts spill out from the fabric.

  Stone fucking growls in response. He lifts me up to him, lightning fast.

  My legs wrap around him and I gasp.

  He makes short order of the space between us and the bed, which he drops me onto and immediately he tears down my skirt. The fabric is in tatters.

  He likes what he finds.

  "No panties?" Stone looks me in the eyes with a devilish smile and a wicked twinkle in his dark eyes.

  What? Stone is right. I'm not much for being a good girl.

  His hands go to my thighs and he spreads them apart fast and hard.

  I gasp and I'm panting. God. I'm going to fuck him. I can't wait to see what he's working with, bare, and not taunting me through clothes. I look at that outline. His cock is easily bigger than anything I've had in my mouth before. I lick my lips. Bigger than anything that's been in my pussy before. I'm all about new thrills.

  Stone steps back. He pulls his shirt off with one hand behind his back, looking at me with fire in his gaze.

  My blood is rushing through my body like it's on fire. My heart rate is pounding fast through my body.

  He goes for his belt. Slow. Oh, he knows he's torturing me.

  I can't help myself and I whimper a little. I can't have him holding out like this Stone. "If you're going to fuck me, Stone, get your ass over here."

  Stone's hands stop on his belt. His eyes blaze.

  Oh shit. I guess I should be concerned, but I deeply doubt he's not going to decide against fucking me because I'm being insistent that he fucks me.

  His hands go back to the belt. Yanking it out, he narrows his eyes at me in warning and heads toward me. Stone grabs both my wrists, holding them over my hands and then closes my wrists up in his belt.

  Kinky. I'm down for that. I wiggle my pussy at him now that he's close.

  Stepping back, he shoots one finger up at me to wait. He yanks down his boxers and then comes back for me.

  My eyes are torn between taking in the full length of his impressive body, or to focus on just the length of his enormous cock. It's certainly long enough; I wonder just how far down my throat I'll take him ... but he's so wide I'm also thinking about that impossibly full feeling I'll get when Stone sinks into my pussy. I'm fucking dripping wet with need thinking about feeling him bottom out in me, those big balls slapping against my ass while he fucks that hard rod so deep inside me that a scream loud enough for the whole hotel to know that Stone is up to exactly what a rock-out-with-his-cock-out rock star does.

  "See," I chastise him and shake my wrists emphatically. "This is the proper time to have your cock out. Bring that here and let me suck it."

  Stone looks at me and cocks his head to the side. The heated look he gives me is like a bolt of electricity from my clit to my nipples and back. I'm tingling, that's how smoldering just the way he's looking at me is, mouth parted and eyes hooded with lust.

  "You'll suck this cock when your pussy covers it with cum, little miss bossy," Stone says, biting his lip. He grins at me. "You're used to getting exactly what you go after, huh? I can fix that."

  Well, shit. I inhale a deep breath. I'm shivering. Plenty of guys can talk a mean game and some guys even have huge cocks, sure. But I get the quivering thighs, wet pussy, aching nipples kind of feeling that Stone can back up everything he talks, and then some.

  I want nothing more than just that. If I thought begging would help, that’s what I’d be doing right now. I roll my hips, keeping my thighs spread as wide as he has positioned them. I jut my breasts forward. If begging won't help—I suspect it would only push him to tease me further—then I'm going to try enticing him. I saw how he looked at me when he showed up for our interview. I know that he wants what I have. And I desperately want him to enjoy me.

  Stone fists his enormous cock, pushing hard up on the skin until his hand reaches the purple head, and makes the veins throb on that massive tool. Fuck, I can't believe the size of his dick, and his hands stroking him seem to only make the monster bigger.

  I'm at once thrilled and genuinely challenged. I hold my breath when he gets closer. He brings his hand from his cock to grab the end of the belt holding my hands and he pulls on them.

  Jostling me and pulling me closer to him, I bite my lower lip and gasp at the sharp sting of the leather on my wrists.

  Stone's other hand grabs my chin, making me look at him. "I want to devour those tits. I'm going to come all over them, soon. But first I want to get a taste."

  Releasing my hands, Stone sits next to me on the bed, and then pulls me into his lap.

  My thighs dangle for a moment, still spread wide like he pressed them apart. When my mind wraps around him grabbing me, I slap them against his back and hold tight to him, tangling my legs around Stone to grip him, and pull my pussy right over his cock. I line my wet pussy up to his rock hard cock, hands free or not, my body finds the way. I want to sink down on him and fuck him right now. My slick folds are aching for him to fill them up with that huge rod. I'm squirming against him.

  But he won't let me have it that easy.

  I knew that, but it doesn't stop a girl from trying.

  "Not so fast," Stone growls, closing his mouth over one of my tits. His teeth and tongue war with capturing my skin.

  I gasp. My body reacts in such a mix of ecstasy and surprise I can't catch my breath for a moment through the pleasure, pain, and surprising sensations that all ripple through me. My hands are behind his neck, and looped around him, in a way that it's almost like a sweet endearing thing a girl would do with her boyfriend. Something romantic. But Stone is not my boyfriend and there's nothing romantic about this.

  There's nothing sweet or gentle about the way his mouth closes over my breasts, or how he grips my ass so tightly, digging in and claiming me. I know that his fingerprints are going to still be there tomorrow, and I like the ferocity in his touch. The raw need.

  I mean, yes, I'm still struggling against his hold to grind my pussy against that incredible cock, but I do also love not being able to, too. I'm something I never let myself be. In Stone's hold, on his lap, my tits in his mouth while he devours me? I'm helpless. Just a servant to his horny whims.

  Fuck, if what he said about the pills is true, I'm getting fucked from the Hyde side of Jekyll and Hyde tonight. I dare to
think...if that is true, then what's Jekyll like? The smarmy way he thought that he could make this interview less than serious was charming in how I could tell he was putting on airs. As if he should want to be that kind of cocky asshole? Who am I kidding, though, it just made me ready to both chastise him and show him my pussy so I could see what he could do to it. Sometimes, rhyme and reason have no place in horniness and lust.

  His eyes peering up at me from my tits while he moves onto the other one shakes me further away from my thoughts. The wet popping sound of him releasing one tit to take on the other. The slick feel of my pussy against his bare leg, teasing me with my unfulfilled need ... it's all too much of a distraction from any of my pondering.

  Stone is nuzzled between my tits and licking the valley between my breasts now. "I could lick your amazing fucking tits for days," he both compliments and teases me. Stone's actual words vibrate against my skin.

  I'm thrumming with desire, the urge for him to fuck me so strong and at the forefront of my mind that I whimper.

  Stone nips at the flesh of my breasts again. "But I feel a very wet pussy that needs some attention." He looks up at me with a wide grin. He unloops my hands from his neck and stands us both up.

  I don't have time to adjust to the standing.

  Flipping me around and bending me over, Stone's hands undo and redo the belt on my hands so that he can hold them behind his back and pull. His mouth? Squarely on my pussy and making me bounce against him.

  I groan loudly, the sensation of his mouth on my needy sex making me want to cry out, but the intensity of the feeling of him finally touching my ignored, greedy clit, and swollen folds overwhelming me to the point where only those groans are possible. A cry is caught in my throat and strangled by stimuli. My wrists are starting to burn, sweat against my skin beginning to chafe with the leather. It isn't quite enough to be painful, but it's enough to keep me from coming just yet. Those pinprick sensations pull me back when his face is working my pussy over so good that the tides of orgasm are pulling me in. This push-pull desire circumnavigates all reason and turns me into a wild, wanton animal for him.