Daisy Got Laid Ch. 04

Max was incandescent with rage. It was only when he passed the police car at 98mph on the M1 that he realised it might be a good idea to calm down and remove his boot from the accelerator. Fortunately, luck was on his side and both officers were halfway through two Big Mac meals and therefore not inclined to chase him.

He had planned a couple of days off and, once again, Sean had dropped him in it. Now he was stuck in his 4x4 on a Wednesday morning, on the M1; a meeting with an irate client the only thing he had to look forward to.

Mrs Van de Meyer had booked their services months ago following recommendation from another client. The brief had been to redesign her country house garden in a more contemporary style. Max hadn't been too pleased about this; he felt that gardens should reflect the house and setting, not pander to whims of fashion that waxed and waned at any given time. Sean unsurprisingly had no such scruples and had happily accepted a huge down payment based on a Japanese Feng Shui garden design, complete with exorbitantly expensive water features, Koi Carp pond and Bonsai trees galore.

Unfortunately it had not gone according to plan and the marble feature stones failing to arrive had only added to their problems. Mrs Van de Meyer had eventually threatened to sue them if they didn't complete the garden before her 30th wedding anniversary party the following weekend, so Max was now on a damage limitation exercise to try and salvage what was left and get the bloody job completed to a satisfactory level.

It should have been Sean on this road to Hell, but as usual, he had fucked off at the last minute to the Maldives with the excuse that Trixie was threatening to divorce him if he didn't take some time off immediately. Frankly, the way things were going, Max was going to divorce him from the partnership if he didn't start pulling his weight soon. More often than not these days, Sean accepted jobs that Max was unhappy with and then left him to do all the work. It wasn't something he was prepared to put up with in the long term.

Then there was the fact that Daisy hadn't called him. Of course, if he was brutally honest, this was the real explanation of why he was in such a foul mood. For some reason this woman had gotten under his skin and had left a lasting impression. Generally he never got involved with women beyond a casual acquaintance (needs must) or at least he hadn't since his acrimonious divorce five years ago.

He had expected to see her again and indeed, he wanted to see her again. She was certainly memorable and recollections of their time together had kept him wide awake half of last night, but it didn't matter how many times he came, it still wasn't enough. Unfortunately it seemed that she hadn't gotten the message with his work number he'd left at the bar. Well, he would have to be patient now and hope like hell she was still talking to him upon his return home after the weekend.

He shifted uncomfortably in his leather seat, thoughts of Daisy once more having an unwelcome effect. To counteract the enormous hard-on that threatened to burst out of his jeans, he forced himself to remember Mrs Van de Meyer's imperious voice threatening to sue and his erection subsided immediately. Up ahead the traffic was slowing down due to five miles of roadworks. Sighing exasperatedly, he turned the CD player on and allowed Mozart to wash over him soothingly as he resigned himself to a long and tedious journey...

* * * * * *

Max eventually arrived several hours later and walked straight into the bollocking of his life. However, considering the state of Mrs Van de Meyer's garden, it was wholly justified. Work had evidently stopped at an early stage and there was a huge amount left to do. The initial restructuring of the garden had been done, as had the excavation of the large ornamental pond; but there was still an enormous amount left outstanding. Having studied the plans and looked at the garden, Max was extremely doubtful that it could be achieved before next Saturday. Unfortunately, failure wasn't an option and this had been less than tactfully pointed out to him upon his arrival. Nothing short of death was an excuse for not finishing the job. Just whose death was being referred to wasn't entirely clear but he was damned if it was going to be his.

Sean wanted shooting for his total lack of project management. He should have been up here supervising from the beginning; instead he had been happy to accept updates via 'phone and email. Quite clearly the local team had been taking the piss and not doing what they were being paid to do.

As usual it was left to Max to do damage limitation and charm the fractious client. Fortunately, Mrs Van de Meyer was not oblivious to his charms and had begun flirting with him rather heavily. She had insisted he stay as a house guest rather than stop at the local bed and breakfast. He was dubious as to her motive but quite simply he couldn't afford to risk offending her, so he accepted graciously.

Luckily, Mrs Van de Meyer, or 'Valerie' as she now insisted he call her, was very busy with various social engagements all week, so she unwillingly left him alone to try and salvage what he could from this sorry project. He was shown a small room in which he had use of a desk and phone, then left to get on with it. A rather dour looking house-keeper grudgingly brought him bitter coffee and snacks at infrequent intervals, and he set to the task of calling round all the more reliable sub-contractors they used in the local area.

By 5pm things were looking brighter. He had a team organised, everyone had copies of the plans and, finally, the supplier of the stone water features had agreed to ship them out for delivery Friday morning. It wouldn't be totally finished by a week Saturday, but it would be near as damnation done. And that was the main thing - reputation salvaged and hopefully invoice paid soon after.

By Friday night things had progressed well beyond Max's initial expectations and he was actually wondering if he might make it home by Saturday night. The local contractors had finally pulled their fingers out and a great deal of work had been done in the last two and a half days. Valerie was behaving herself and, thankfully, was far too busy topping up her orange tan to annoy Max too often. The only sticky points had been the evenings, but luckily her husband Lionel was around to stop her getting too carried away. This meant that she was forced to restrict her flirting to the occasional smouldering glance that Max tactfully pretended to ignore. He had managed to excuse himself Thursday evening with the explanation that he had friends in the area. Unfortunately, this meant that he spent a very long evening staring into a pint glass, all alone in some dismal pub. When he considered it late and therefore safe enough, he crept back to Castle Dracula and went straight to bed, horny and miserable.

Max was just clearing up his paperwork on Friday evening when the door to his makeshift office opened and a young woman sauntered in. She waltzed over to where he was sitting and perched on the edge of the table, long shapely legs swinging jauntily. Her long dark blonde hair was streaked with multi coloured highlights and she was dressed extremely provocatively in a short, tight pink skirt and non-existent white t-shirt that barely covered two enormous, shapely breasts.

"Hi, I'm Delilah, Valerie's daughter, you must be Max?" she stated in a husky voice.

"Er yes..." answered Max, struggling not to focus his attention on the girl's ample cleavage. She surely couldn't be much older than about eighteen or nineteen, but it was really hard to tell with the amount of make-up she had on. She crossed her legs, giving him a tantalising glimpse of red knickers and flicked a small pink tongue out, licking her ruby lips as she stared at him blatantly.

"I'm home from school for the weekend," she added conversationally. "Mum forces me to go to this hideous all girls' boarding school... no boys at all. Well, not in school anyway!" she grinned mischievously.

Max could well imagine why Valerie had sent her to an all girls' school as he watched with fatal fascination, Delilah twirling her hair around and examining her nails. Suddenly the room seemed very claustrophobic and he really needed some air. He now had a very good idea why Sean had been reluctant to stay any length of time up here. Pity he hadn't mentioned Valerie's nymphomaniac daughter when they had discussed the job on Tuesday evening...

"So, is there anything you need?" Delilah asked suggestively. "Anything at all..." she added with a smirk.

Max didn't dare look at her and made a big show of collecting all his gear together, while she watched with an amused expression on her face.

"Erm no, that's ok thanks. I am just going to take all this upstairs and then grab a quick shower."

Delilah's eyes lit up. "Here, let me help you carry some of it," she said solicitously. Hopping off the desk (but not bothering to pull her skirt down), she grabbed a couple of files and his briefcase before standing in the doorway, smiling angelically.

Max inwardly groaned. This was exactly what he didn't want. Delilah had 'trouble' tattooed on her forehead. The last thing he needed was his clients daughter being seen entering his bedroom. Mrs Van de Meyer would go ballistic and probably sack him on the spot. That in itself wouldn't be such a bad thing – at least he would be home tonight – but the company wouldn't get paid and they would be seriously out of pocket. He would just have to be the responsible adult and put her in her place if she tried it on.

They left the office and Max reluctantly followed Delilah up the sumptuous staircase, struggling to keep his eyes away from her wiggling bottom. It wasn't easy when she looked so sexy in that tight little skirt; her buttocks looked like two ripe peaches, succulent and tempting.

Delilah kicked open his bedroom door at the far end of a very long landing. It was a comfortable room with a large four poster bed. The elegant effect was rather spoilt by the over abundance of floral prints vying for attention on every surface, but Max had grown used to it. He dropped his stuff on the table by the window, and turned to thank Delilah politely for her assistance.

He barely had time to suck a surprised breath in before Delilah jumped him and all his vital organs froze in shock. She pushed him back roughly onto the bed, the door mercifully shutting of its own accord, and proceeded to kiss him with the finesse of a girl who had clearly been around the block a few times.

Despite his best intentions, he was unavoidably aroused. She was very attractive and as she slid her hand enthusiastically down his trousers, his cock responded joyfully with a mind of its own.

He groaned as she shimmied down the bed and deftly undid his zip, releasing his rock-hard penis and taking him into her hot, wet mouth. The sensation was immensely pleasurable and any moral objections he may have had vanished at that point. She was very skilled and expertly slid her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue around his sensitive glans and cupping his balls gently.

Quite frankly he could have laid there all night enjoying this, but he felt honour bound to at least try and stop her. Reluctantly he pulled her up and sat up so she was knelt before him. She grinned gleefully at him and went to pull her t-shirt over her head swiftly, revealing two large and firm unfettered breasts.

"Delilah, you shouldn't be doing this..." Max asserted, sounding unconvincing even to his own ears.

"Why not?" Delilah grinned blithely. "I like sex and I can see you like me!" She looked pointedly at his erect cock and giggled.

Max shut his eyes for a second and wondered how it was he'd found himself being seduced by a nubile teenager. He willed his cock to go down but it simply wasn't listening. All communication had been cut off and Delilah wrapped her lips back around his shaft, sucking gently.

He pulled her up determinedly in one last ditch effort to gain the upper hand. Delilah's delicious breasts swung gently in front of him, all perky and bouncy. Her nipples were long and puckered, and she pinched one between her finger and thumb, watching his reaction slyly.

"Oh God Delilah!" Max breathed heavily, his resolve sinking faster than the Titanic. He watched hungrily as she played with her gorgeous tits, cupping them and moaning slightly to convey the pleasure she was feeling. Max felt powerless as he moved to kiss her gently before sucking her hard nipples, first one nipple and then the other. She moaned louder and Max hoped dearly no-one was anywhere nearby; especially not her mother... He suckled and squeezed the soft, cushiony flesh and listened to the mewling sounds she made in her excitement. Flushed and gleaming with perspiration, she fell back onto the duvet with abandonment. Max stroked her smooth brown thigh before reaching up under her skirt and stroking her pussy through the skimpy fabric of her lace thong. She groaned encouragingly and spread her thighs wide, allowing him easy access to her garden of delights. She pushed her pussy into his hand and he slid a finger under the sodden gusset to find she was smooth and hairless. He glanced up at her in surprise,

"Hollywood wax - everyone has them these days!" Delilah laughed huskily by way of explanation.

This revelation very nearly finished him off and he struggled for a torturous moment to regain some self control. It didn't help that Delilah was writhing beneath him like a cat on heat. He pulled her skirt up further and slid a finger inside her, testing how wet she was. She was molten and extremely slippery and he rubbed her clit, his finger slick with her juices and then kissed her hard in an effort to stifle the loud noises she was making. Quickly, he pulled her thong down and threw it to one side

"Oh yeah..." she panted. "Rub my pussy just like that!" Max tried to ignore the urgent warning his cock was sending that it was about to cum imminently, and concentrated on stroking the thrashing girl's wet slit. Her juices soaked through his fingers and left a damp patch on the bed.

Delilah bucked under him and twisted against his hand as she scraped his back frantically with her long red nails. Her whole body tensed up for a brief moment then she erupted with a loud cry, shuddering against him in pleasure, her pussy tightening around his fingers compulsively.

Max couldn't wait any longer - he just had to get inside her now. He quickly pulled his jeans down to his knees and thrust into her hard, pausing momentarily at the delicious feeling of being encased inside a tight cunt. She wrapped her thighs around him and he began to fuck her remorselessly, each thrust causing her to groan in renewed pleasure.

"Fuck me baby. Go on, real hard..." Delilah muttered encouragingly in his ear as she lay back under him, her breasts crushed between their bodies. Her nails raked across his buttocks and dug in sharply, causing him to wince in pain.

He knew he wasn't going to last and he shut his eyes momentarily, pretending it was Daisy he was screwing, lying beneath him, begging him for more... Faster he thrust, pounding into Delilah's willing body, listening to her harsh breathing as she approached another orgasm.

She cried out again and tensed up beneath him as she came for a second time. Max couldn't hold back any longer and with a stifled yell, he came too.

"Aghhh...." he gasped harshly as he pumped hard into Delilah's cunt. She lay panting, her eyes closed and a beatific smile lighting up her pretty face as he collapsed on top of her before sliding to one side, conscious of his own weight.

For several minutes neither of them said a word, both soaked in sticky perspiration. Delilah was the first to stir. She smiled at him gleefully and kissed him on the cheek briskly before jumping up, pulling her skirt down and whipping her tee-shirt quickly back over her head. With a glance in the dressing table mirror to smooth her multi coloured hair down she threw him a broad smile.

"See you at dinner lover!" she said breezily, before disappearing out through the door with barely a backward glance.

Max lay on the bed dazed and feeling like the victim of a hit and run; his pants were somewhere around his knees and he was totally knackered to boot.

Christ he was too old for this sort of game. What in the Hell was he thinking of, bedding the daughter of a client? He was meant to be the adult here and he had just behaved with the morals of a horny tom cat.

Delilah was hardly an innocent though, he thought defensively. If anything she had taken advantage of him! However, Mrs Van de Meyer was unlikely to see it that way and should she ever find out... God help him if she did. His bollocks would be on a plate and dished up for breakfast, make no mistake.

* * * * * * * *

Dinner turned out to be a truly hideous ordeal to say the least. Valerie flirted even more outrageously and Delilah delighted in throwing smouldering looks whenever her mother's attention was diverted.

How he ate anything without choking was a minor miracle. He had eaten nothing except a stale sandwich all day, but his appetite utterly deserted him when faced with Valerie's shrivelled brown breasts falling out of a low-cut top and a plate of overcooked salmon plonked in front of him by the dour housekeeper. At least the purring ginger cat was well fed as it sat under the table catching the fish that Max surreptitiously dropped whenever he thought no-one was looking.

After he had struggled through the dessert (sherry trifle with blessedly generous amounts of sherry in it), he had made his excuses once again and left the Van de Meyers to their after-dinner conversation. Delilah smirked at him as he walked out of the dining room apologetically, mumbling incoherently about 'emails to send'. Valerie seemed disappointed to see him go, but luckily she was soon distracted by a phone call.

Max messed about on his computer for a while, not daring to go back downstairs for fear of bumping into either Valerie or Delilah. There were a couple of books on the table next to the bed and in despair he began to read one of them. It was a political thriller and to his surprise he found he was soon engrossed. He was not a man who read much beyond the latest issue of 'Loaded', so reading a novel was a rare event. Eventually he managed to fall asleep fitfully, dreams of Daisy once again tormenting him.

* * * * * * * *

He could feel her lying next to him on the bed, her perfume tickling his nostrils and exciting his senses. Her hands caressed him and her lips excited him. His cock was rock hard in anticipation of sinking into her fiery depths and he moaned out loud. A warm wet mouth nibbled his sensitive nipples and sucked on them lightly. His cock throbbed even harder in response to the pleasurable stimulation and he pictured Daisy grinning wickedly at him as she lay between his legs before wrapping her sweet mouth around his rigid shaft.

Sharp nails raked down his length and elicited a further groan of pleasure. His balls tightened and he could feel his orgasm building, her tongue licking faster and her mouth sucking harder.

"Oh God!" he groaned, "Daisy don't stop..."

"Who the fuck is Daisy?" said a curious feminine voice after the mouth abruptly extricated itself from his cock with a pop.

Max opened his eyes in the growing realisation that his horny dream had in fact been real. Unfortunately it wasn't Daisy's mouth giving him immense oral pleasure, it was Delilah's. She was laid across his bed, clad only in a translucent black slip. All her many assets were on display in the moonlight seeping through the open curtains and Max could only hope she hadn't been seen coming into his bedroom looking like that.