🌼 Daisy Blossom 🌼 twenty-four years old | submissive | | unclaimed. | level: 6 "Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed. Before you come up with another idea to get us killed. Or worse,. expelled."Enrolled: January 8th, 2023
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Daisy's eyes widened at Danny's hot, degrading words, her pussy clenching as she imagined the humiliation of walking around campus with her Domiant’s cum on her face. She nodded eagerly, her mouth full of his throbbing cock, sending vibrations of pleasure through him. “Mmmph!” she moaned, slurping and sucking harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She pulled back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his dick, and gazed up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, Sor...I want everyone to see what a slut I am for you. I want them to know I'm yours.” She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Cum on my face, Sir - please. Mark me as your dirty little fuck toy.” She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue like the wanton little slut she’d truly become for him. The view she had was driving her to the brink, and following her instincts, she eagerly reached up, grabbing handfuls of Danny's massive pecs through his shirt. She squeezed and kneaded the hard muscle, her small hands barely able to encompass the size and heft of his chest. “Oh my god, Sir...your pecs are so big…” she gushed from under the shadow of his thick, throbbing cock, her voice filled with awe and desire. “I love how strong and powerful you are. It makes me feel so small and weak compared to you.” She continued to grope and massage his chest, her fingers digging into the hard flesh over the annoyingly still present fabric of his thin shirt. If I could, I’d worship your body all day, every day. Your muscles are like a drug to me, and I'm completely, hopelessly addicted.” She leaned in, pressing her face against his inner thigh and inhaling deeply, savoring his masculine scent. “I want to be reduced to nothing but your personal little muscle slut, Sir…don’t wanna think or do anything beyond the duties that role involves.”
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound almost demeaning. "No no, go ahead and play with yourself, princess. I want anyone who comes by to see what a slut my girl is," Danny urged her, stroking his thumb over her cheek. Leaning over, he took her fingers into his mouth, groaning at the familiar taste of Daisy's arousal. He locked eyes with her as he sucked them clean, his tongue sliding between her slim digits. "Mm. Keep going, baby. Get my dick back in your mouth and use those fingers to fuck that pussy I own," he rumbled to her, using the hand in her hair to urge her head back where it belonged.
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Well, I appreciate your faith in me, Sir - I hope you won’t mind me looking to you for guidance as I get things organized.
Oh! Sir, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that there were...well, any members, honestly. I insist that you take the lead. You're much more deserving and capable of that than me!
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Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to barge in and try to run something you’ve been such a longstanding member of. You’re a Dominant - it’s really only right that you remain in charge.
Oh! Sir, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that there were...well, any members, honestly. I insist that you take the lead. You're much more deserving and capable of that than me!
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Make me moan Monday
Send anonymous naughty messages to see if they make me moan.
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Oh! Sir, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that there were...well, any members, honestly. I insist that you take the lead. You're much more deserving and capable of that than me!
I've been part of the book club for years. It's become a bit rudderless, more of an introverts united apart sort of thing in recent times. If you'd like to take lead, go for it.
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Something about him guiding her to undo his buttons was incredibly erotic. Like he was controlling her and having her do exactly what she wanted to do, but was too nervous to do without permission. Luckily, Max was clearly perceptive enough to give that permission willingly, when she needed it so badly. Emboldened, Daisy nodded eagerly, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to unbutton the snugly fit shirt, revealing more of that mouth-wateringly muscular torso with each button she freed. Daisy’s wide, wavering brown eyes locked onto his chest as more and more skin was exposed as she worked them open. Upon reaching the last button, Daisy gently spread the shirt open, drinking in the sight of Max’s gloriously bare chest. Her hands hovered over his legs, itching to touch, but almost intimidated at the prospect. In the end, her desperation won over and her palm splayed reverently on either one his pecs, and Daisy all but melted at the contact. “Sir…” she moaned, kicking her lips and looking up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks flushed and her pupils were dilated with desire. “God, you’re so handsome…I could…sincerely get off just thinking about doing this. The fact that you’re making it a reality for me is almost too good to be true.”
She ran her fingers over his strong, built pecs - marveling at the firmness and definition. Her touch was sweet and reverent, her expression dreamy as she listened herself in this act of complete worship. “You’re so perfect, Sir…” She moaned, leaning in without thinking to press a soft kiss to the swell of Max’s chest. Her tongue darted forth, tasting his skin as she worked her way slowly up to his collarbone. Melting against him, she nipped gently at the bone, then soothed the sting with a languid lick. “I love your body, Sir…your muscles…I could spend hours just touching and kissing them,” Daisy murmured between kisses. As she worked his sculpted torso, she subtly ground her hips down into Max’s lap, and while her both busied at his pecs, licking over the heft of the muscle, even tonguing at a nipple here and there, her hands glided down to splay across his hard, muscled abs, whimpering helplessly as they flexed under her touch. “You’re like a God, Sir…surely you’ve been told that before.” She commented with a soft, sweet little giggle.
Daisy hummed almost musically, cuddling into Max's broad, hard chest as he supported her weight effortlessly in his lap. She loved the way he dwarfed her by comparison. She almost felt as though he could encircle her waist with one hand. While that was probably an exaggeration, the thought still made her feel small - which was an awe-inspiring feeling while perched on the lap of a man who looked as if he were carved from marble to represent that ideal masculine form. "Oh...Oh, I don't know, Sir." She mumbled, looking through the basket again, herself, gasping at the feeling of his thumb brushing against her skin. "Would you want to start with a little body worship? Just to...to set the tone for some of the umm...more intense options we have at our disposal?" She asked coquettishly, aimlessly toying with a button that strained to keep his shirt fastened over the impressive well of his built chest.
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Daisy hummed almost musically, cuddling into Max's broad, hard chest as he supported her weight effortlessly in his lap. She loved the way he dwarfed her by comparison. She almost felt as though he could encircle her waist with one hand. While that was probably an exaggeration, the thought still made her feel small - which was an awe-inspiring feeling while perched on the lap of a man who looked as if he were carved from marble to represent that ideal masculine form. "Oh...Oh, I don't know, Sir." She mumbled, looking through the basket again, herself, gasping at the feeling of his thumb brushing against her skin. "Would you want to start with a little body worship? Just to...to set the tone for some of the umm...more intense options we have at our disposal?" She asked coquettishly, aimlessly toying with a button that strained to keep his shirt fastened over the impressive well of his built chest.
Once Daisy settled onto his lap, Max wrapped a big hand around her hip to hold her in place, pulling her more flush to his body. He hummed as he peered into the basket and smiled, "Lovely choices, Daisy. Now, which do you feel like playing with first?" He let his thumb slide up under the hem of his sweater to sweep along the creamy smooth skin of her side.
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Every move and sound Danny made had Daisy's current state of arousal worsening by the second - or getting better, depending on one's perspective. She moaned around him and obediently complied, spreading her legs a little wider so that anyone in the general vicinity could get a clear view of her dripping cunt as her fingers ran through her folds, her thumb toying at her swollen clit at the sometime. It was a dangerous move - she wouldn't dare cum without permission, but this act of touching herself while servicing Danny God damn Andrews was the ultimate test to her self control, and naturally, her Dominant knew that. She watched with wide, doe-like eyes as Danny sucked at her arousal drenched digits, the suction plaguing her with images and memories of him sucking on her clit like that - his hands face buried between her legs, driving her up a wall - and sometimes even literally holding her up against one while he made her come apart on his tongue. The memories and the present scenario in reality made for an irresistible combo that had her tumbling towards the first of what she expected would be many edges. She gaze herself a slight beat to collect herself, but then with renewed enthusiasm began to suck Danny's cock like it was her last chance. She hallowed out her cheeks and slurped messily on his head, her spit copiously combining with his pre-cum to make a foamy mess that dripped down her chin while she moved from simply rubbing herself to full-on finger-fucking her pussy at his command. She was a flushed, pretty mess between his thick thighs. Her hand dropped from his mouth, landing on the swell of his thickly muscled chest which she squeezed reverently over the tight fabric of his shirt.
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound almost demeaning. "No no, go ahead and play with yourself, princess. I want anyone who comes by to see what a slut my girl is," Danny urged her, stroking his thumb over her cheek. Leaning over, he took her fingers into his mouth, groaning at the familiar taste of Daisy's arousal. He locked eyes with her as he sucked them clean, his tongue sliding between her slim digits. "Mm. Keep going, baby. Get my dick back in your mouth and use those fingers to fuck that pussy I own," he rumbled to her, using the hand in her hair to urge her head back where it belonged.
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Daisy gushed and bounced into Mr. Roarke-Wood’s office, slipping out of her jacket and handing it to him with a grateful nod. She stood for a moment, letting him drink her in and of course getting more and more flustered the longer he spent doing that. Of course, she was doing her share of drinking him in too; and there was a lot to take in. She held the basket by the hand in both hands in the middle of her body, which pressed her large tits together, pronouncing their heft even under the thick sweater she had on. She had to discipline herself not to squeal at the offer of sitting in Max’s lap, but the effort was made plain on her flushed face as she bounded over to him, beaming and carefully perching herself on this thick, muscled thigh. She leaned into his chest for support and presented her basket for his inspection. “I figured we could make use of a lot of this, Sir. We don’t necessarily have to use all of it, of course - but given the chance, I wanted us to have a lot of options!”
When Daisy slipped into his office, Max looked up and gave her a smile. Nodding to the window, he offered, "Seems like you just missed the snow." In the past several minutes, a light flurry had begun outside and the tiny flakes swirling outside his window of his comfortably warm office, the radiator in the corner humming quietly. "Well, don't you look like a little Snow Bunny," he chuckled, then stood, moving to take her jacket. Once it was hung by the door with her earmuffs, Max let his eyes roam over her frame before returning to his seat and patting a thigh. "Come have a seat, Princess, let me see what you have in your basket."
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That deep, sexy voice had Daisy melting - a reaction that was aided of course by the vision Danny made, poised above her like a kind atop his throne, being serviced by his most loyal subject. She hummed appreciatively as his wide, powerful hand stroked through her hair, her eyes following the other one that rubbed over his stomach, which was so ripped she could see the outline of his abs jutting out from under the fabric -which made her mouth water as she continued to lap at the head of Danny's perfect cock. She sucked lightly, preening as he made his satisfaction with her actions clear. "Mmm..." Daisy moaned, blushing slightly and popping off Danny's cock to answer in a soft, almost guilty tone. "I'm sorry, Sir...I'll stop if you want me to...but you just look so...so good. It's making my pussy...mmf...just gush for you." She whimpered, but beamed at his praise and nodded, leaning back into latch onto his cock again while she lifted her arousal-soaked digits from between her thick thighs and offered them up to Danny to taste exactly what he was doing to her, just sitting there - existing.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she took his cock out and nuzzled against it before wrapping those beautiful, perfect lips around the swollen head. "That's my good girl," he rumbled out. One wide hand remained in her hair, fingertips rubbing her scalp, the other idly rubbing over his covered abs. His eyes slid shut for a moment, savoring the heat and gentle suction of her mouth. And then when he looked down, he chuckled. "Can't even help but touch yourself, can you, princess? You're such a fucking perfect whore for my cock," Danny growled. "Give me those fucking fingers, I want to taste that needy cunt."
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Daisy preened forward and happily kissed Danny back, humming sweetly against her man's mouth, the exhange lingering for a few moments as their lips moved sensually against one another. "Needy is a constant where you're concerned, Sir." Daisy replied softly, biting at her bottom lip and groaning as Danny forced her face flush against his obvious bulge. With his permission, she eagerly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, fishing the heavy weight of his cock out of his pants with her dainty hand, letting it rest against her flushed face for a moment before her lips parted and she took the thick head into the wet heat of her mouth. It took an immense amount of discipline to keep from rigorously sucking on him, but he wanted her mouth to warm his cock right now, not work it over to any extreme - and what Danny wanted, he got. She did suck slowly though, just to enough to keep him engaged and help him firm up even more against her lapping tongue. All the while her eyes remained fixed on Danny's handsome face, and full, built chest that heaved powerfully under the fabric of his shirt. He looked like a God poised over her this way, and it felt correct to service him this way. Once hand reached up rake up his torso, while the other subtly wandered between her own legs to run through her own, amplified wetness that gushed from her tight pussy lips at the sight looming over her submissive form.
Sexting with his girl had made his loose khakis bulge at the front, something which had gotten more than a few appreciative glances from the other people in the lounge. But as tempting as some of the stares were, the promise of his Daisy's mouth on his cock was much more appealing. He smirked as she appeared in all her flushed, breathless glory, one hand running over her long hair as he leaned down to claim a kiss from her lush lips. "Needy whore," he teased, one hand on the back of her head to push her face more firmly into his groin. "You may. Suck it nice and slow, princess. I don't want to get off yet. I just want to watch your mouth full of my cock," he instructed, lifting his hand so she could open his pants and get his dick out.
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Daisy was properly hot and bothered by the time she descended the couple stairs leading to the very-public lounge area where she instantly spotted Danny, sprawled out in the middle of a large sofa, looking as mind-numbingly sexy as he always did, waiting for her to shower him in all the attention he deserved. Dressed in a short, plaid green and white skirt, with cute white knee-high socks, simply flats and a dark green sweater that clung to her slim body - especially her large tits - she bounded over to him, her long, elegantly curled red hair swishing back and forth with her stride on her way to situate herself on the floor, right between Danny's thick thighs. She batted her lashes and grinned up at him from the floor, splaying her delicate hands on top of said thighs as she sat up slightly and arched her back, throwing her ass out so that the bottom hem of her skirt flipped up to reveal to anyone who could see that she was drenched and pantie-less. "I couldn't get here fast enough, Sir." Daisy panted, her chest heaving from having practically ran here. She leaned in and smothered her face against Danny's hard-on with a muffled, slutty moan. "But...mmm...I'm here now. May I warm your cock, Sir?"
I'm not mad about that. I also love showing off how good my girl is at making me feel incredible. You might be a nerd, but you're also my hot, needy muscle slut who practically cums the second I let you put your mouth on my chest. And as you know - reducing that big, sexy brain of yours to complete mush is a massive turn on for me.
Good girl. You're so attentive to your man.
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I can't exactly deny that. My affinity for showing off isn't quite the same, though! I like showing off how well I can please my man, and...a part of me, probably that inner nerd who never thought she'd manage to land such a stud, likes when people get to see my hot, sexy Dominant on display, knowing I'm the lucky girl who gets to belong to him~. Your affinity for showing off is you-centric, and mine is...well...you-centric, too. So, maybe they are the same, after all.
Mmm, yes, Sir - I'm on my way! I can't let that beautiful, perfect cock of yours just sit there without a hot little mouth to fill up~.
You say that like you don't like showing off too, baby. I know you love working me over for people to watch. Your body gives you away.
You know me so well. Why don't you come join me? I'm in the lounge with the huge windows enjoying the sun without the early spring chill. It'd be even better if I had my gorgeous princess to keep my cock warm.
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You really do thrive when there are multiple sets of eyes on you. And rightfully so. There's so much to show off, Sir.
Oh, that's an even hotter image. I'm getting all hot and bothered over here picturing it...but that's exactly the reaction you were intending to get out of me, weren't you? ;)
You're so smart, baby. You know how much I like to play for an audience, and this one could be the biggest one yet.
Mm, you paint such a nice picture of that. I was picturing though, you with your mouth wide open while they let it drip over your lips so you desperately have to try and keep it in your mouth. And I would absolutely get hard again watching that, so your cunt would get a load before we'd be done too.
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That is a capital idea, Sir. And of course, feel free to post said proof on all your socials so all your followers can bear witness to you being worshipped and serviced the way a muscle God like you truly deserves.
Oh, I really, really would, Sir. The only thing that turns me on more than pleasing you myself is watching someone else come unraveled while doing so - and that plan incorporates both of those things, so it's essentially my personal heaven! Ohh, would it make you hard all over again to watch me sharing your cum with one of those little rule-abiding librarian's while we make-out over your (momentarily) spent cock, Sir?
That is way too long. We should record it this time, so I have proof to play back of how pretty you sound when you're licking and sucking every inch of me.
Oh now there's an idea. You'd love to see a pretty little thing sucking my cock while I spank your tits wouldn't you? Maybe if you take it like my good whore, I'll even let them share my load with you after I cum in your mouth.
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Spicy is my preferred genre, so this is absolutely a safe space for those conversations! You know those small, oftentimes poorly-written romance novelettes you find at airport gift shops? The ones with a massively muscular, shirtless hunk dressed as a ruffian or a viking or a prince - with some beautiful maiden fawning against his chest on the cover? They're my ultimate guilt pleasure. I've even recreated some scenes with my Dominant...complete with appropriate costuming, of course. ;)
That sounds SO good. I usually don't have anyone my age to talk about books with, and considering this one is a little spicy, it would have been super awkward to talk about with the librarians back home. Thanks! Fantasy-romance is my favorite.
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I actually haven't started that series either, so don't feel too bad for being behind, consider I'm just as! We should absolutely start it together, along with anyone else who would like to join. We can meet weekly discuss two or three chapters until the end of the book. Fantasy-Romance is one of my favorite genre's too, so kudos for such a good choice!
I would love to join! I've been meaning to start ACOTAR - I know, I'm behind on the times - but if anyone else is totally lagging behind like I am, it could be fun!
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