Models: Jayden Marcos & Daisy Taylor
‘Penny for your thoughts?’
It took Juliet a second to realise the voice was talking to her. Frowning, she turned to face the speaker, assuming they’d mistaken her for somebody else, only for the words to die on her tongue when she was faced with one of the most beautiful individuals she’d ever laid eyes on.
Even in a club packed with stunning women she was heads above the rest. Literally. Even without her wedge heels she would’ve stood almost a head taller than Juliet, but with them she struck a truly Amazonian figure. Her makeup was flawless, her dark hair settled in perfect waves, and her body was to die for, yet perhaps the most alluring thing was that she did not flaunt her physique. Unlike the scores of shallow sluts down on the dancefloor doing their best to show as much flesh as possible, this woman was the exact opposite. Sure, the bosom of her dress showed ample cleavage and the fabric hugged her figure tight, but the hem descended all the way to her ankles, the corset-style threads crossing the neckline kept it from exposing too much, and across the shoulders she wore a sheer mesh shawl which clipped around the neck and flowed down to her wrists as a pair of ethereal sleeves. For Club Fantasy her outfit was astonishingly modest, but it was that self-restraint – that subtle hint of the bombshell body beneath – which made her all the more mesmerising to look at. Dressed all in black as she was (even the gems of her decadent earrings were mostly the colour of midnight) she had an air akin to Morticia Addams, and there was something in her smile that told Juliet she was capable of unspeakably wicked things behind closed doors.
‘I… I’m sorry?’ Juliet said eventually.
The woman chuckled softly. Out in the main club the sound would have been lost in the thump of the music, but this bar was set apart and separated from the dancefloor by a thick glass wall that muffled most of the sound. In here the woman’s little laugh was perfectly clear and it made Juliet want to melt at her feet.
‘Forgive me, but once you’ve spent as much time in this place as I have, you learn a thing or two about reading people. And I’m afraid to say that you wear your internal strife close to the surface.’
Settling down into the barstool beside Juliet, the woman picked a cocktail off the countertop and took a sip. Juliet could not recall hearing her order it, nor the barman bringing it across, but she assumed she simply hadn’t been paying attention.
‘I’m Chanel, by the way.’
‘J-Juliet,’ she replied, shaking the hand Chanel offered.
Something about being in Chanel’s presence felt incredibly surreal, though it took Juliet a moment to realise why. Then it hit her: Chanel belonged here. She and the club seemed almost as if they were one entity, allure and mystery and secret lust woven through them both.
Juliet, on the other hand, was not cut from that same cloth.
‘So tell me, who’s the lucky guy?’
Juliet frowned. ‘I’m not sure what you mean.’
Chanel laughed again. ‘Come now, you don’t need to deny it. You’ve been staring at him since I got in here.’
Nodding through the glass wall opposite the bar, Chanel indicated a group of men clustered in the large booth just outside: Vander’s bachelor party. The bar was raised above their booth, somewhat like a VIP box at a sports stadium, and the glass was tinted so the white light within did not spill out into the neon-lit club floor beyond. The result was that while they could see the bachelor party, none of the men therein could see them. Including the handsome blond man currently doing shots with Vander.
Juliet wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact Chanel had been watching her. Yet something about her put Juliet at ease. Besides, she saw no point in denying it.
‘He’s called Declan.’
‘He a long-time crush or a new flame?’
‘Neither really. I only met him today. Some of my university friends are getting married and he’s part of the bachelor party. I don’t think he even knows my name, but just looking at him reminds me I always fall for the wrong guys.’
Chanel raised an eyebrow. ‘How so?’
‘I’m never what they’re looking for,’ Juliet sighed. It felt strange being so honest about her feelings, especially with a perfect stranger. But at the same time the knowledge their paths would never cross again after tonight was liberating and encouraged her to speak openly. ‘The guys I like, they’re not looking for a true relationship. All they’re after is one night stands willing to hook up and then never meet again; pretty, confident girls eager for an easy fuck. Girls like… like… them,’ she said, waving her hand vaguely in the direction of the dancefloor and the countless beautiful women grinding against their soon-to-be hookups.
‘I’m not that girl,’ Juliet went on. ‘I don’t have their charm or experience. I’m the last person any womaniser would want for a date, yet they’re the only guys I ever feel anything towards.’ With a defeated huff she buried her face in her hands. ‘It’s so dumb, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like in their shoes. I wonder what they really think when they look at me, you know?’
With her gaze averted, Juliet missed the impish twinkle that flared in Chanel’s gaze. Reaching out, she surreptitiously ran a finger around the rim of Juliet’s glass. Just for a second a shimmer rippled through the small amount of wine left within.
‘Have you asked him?’
Juliet looked up. ‘Declan? No.’
‘Why not?’
‘Why would I? We’re in Club Fantasy. This place is one night stand heaven. You seriously think he’d pick me over all the other girls?’
Chanel took a sip of her cocktail. ‘Trust me, I’ve seen stranger things.’ Setting down her glass, her eyes bored into Juliet’s soul. ‘The way I see it you have two options. Either you sit here and feel sorry for yourself all night, or you try your luck and see where that leads. What have you got to lose? You said it yourself, you’re only here tonight, so even if things don’t go well it’s no big deal since you might never see each other again anyway. But if things do work out…’ She allowed the unspoken implication to sink in. ‘Well, if it were me I wouldn’t want to miss out on living my fantasy.’
Her eyes glazing with all the sordid paths her night could take, Juliet was again distracted enough for Chanel to act unnoticed. This time she waved her hand subtly in Declan’s direction, the gesture rewarded by the man swaying where he stood.
‘And maybe now’s your chance.’
Frowning, Juliet followed Chanel’s gaze. Declan was excusing himself from the main group and making his way unsteadily onto the main dancefloor.
When Juliet turned back she found Chanel smiling warmly. ‘Go after him. Show him he’s been craving the wrong type of girl all along. Trust me, you won’t regret it.’
Juliet couldn’t explain it, but something about this woman’s presence felt almost like magic. The same comforting aura which had initially eased aside her concerns about sharing her feelings now imbued with her with an uncharacteristic confidence that tingled its way into every extremity. She found herself nodding as a nugget of determination wedged into her core.
‘You know what, I will. Like you say, what have I got to lose? I mean, it can’t hurt to try, can it?’
‘Exactly,’ Chanel nodded. Picking up Juliet’s glass she offered it to the young woman. ‘Don’t forget this. Believe me, it calms the nerves.’
Without a second thought, Juliet took the drink and finished it in one gulp. Then she hopped from her stool and strode to the door. By now Declan was edging his way around the thronging dancers and it wouldn’t be long before he was lost to sight completely.
Nevertheless, Juliet couldn’t help but pause at the exit. Turning back to the bar she met Chanel’s deep, mesmerising gaze. ‘Thank you,’ she said.
Chanel raised her glass as if in a toast. ‘My pleasure,’ she smiled.
With that Juliet was gone, leaving the stunning brunette to sip on her cocktail with a knowing smirk. ‘And very soon it shall be your pleasure too…’
There were three things Juliet did not know about Chanel Foster.
Firstly, that even while they sat speaking at the bar Chanel’s husband, Grant, was up in their bedroom savouring the body of Emerald, a delightfully shameless regular of Club Fantasy who needed no magical transformation to release her inner deviant, and who had played with almost every member of the Fantasy Family at some time or another.
Secondly, just ten minutes before they first met, Chanel herself had been relishing Emerald’s sluttiness too, in her case by burying a thick black strap-on in the woman’s tight ass while Grant fucked her face. Attuned to the club’s magic as she was, when the urge to visit the bar washed through her she knew better than to resist. Calmly pulling out, she assured her lovers she would be back shortly before leaving without even bothering to remove her thick rubber cock. Of course, there was no need, for the moment she stepped into the corridor the club worked its magic and her once naked body was wreathed in the stunning outfit Juliet had been faced with.
And thirdly, Chanel possessed a little magic of her own. Though each member of the Fantasy Family was special in their own way, everybody knew the likes of Brandi, Diamond and Eliza were gifted with particularly unique abilities. Indeed, even after leaving the site of their initial transformations, all three women had retained the ability to mould reality to their will. Out in the wider world this power was limited, allowing them only to manipulate the thoughts and desires of others, but in magical hotspots such as Club Fantasy and the various sites to which it was connected they were practically goddesses. Having spent a great deal of time in their company – time both amicable and amorous in nature – Chanel had picked up a few things. Nothing as dramatic as her peers, but enough to channel the club’s magic here and there. Enough, say, to instil a little nausea in a nearby womaniser so he would excuse himself from the group. Or to imbue the last dregs of wine in a glass with the power of transformation. Sure, the subdued nature of Chanel’s power meant the transformation took a while to take effect – but that was exactly why the club had summoned her in the first place. After all, what use would it be having Juliet transform instantly in the bar while Declan wandered off oblivious? No, Juliet’s metamorphosis needed to be slower, subtler, fuelled by the kind of changes that went entirely unnoticed while she focused on following her man.
The kind of changes that were overcoming her right now.
Illuminated only by the strobing lights of the dancefloor, Juliet’s transformation was reminiscent of watching the spin of a zoetrope. Each flash of neon would fall upon a figure slightly different to the last, before passing on and leaving her in darkness until the next came along to highlight fresh changes. Not that anybody noticed, for the tenants of the dancefloor were far too preoccupied with one another to register the sordid animation unfolding in their midst.
Flash by flash, Juliet’s lean figure was steadily masculinised. What little volume her perky tits possessed sank back into abs which left the bust of her dress sagging. Her shoulders spread a few inches while her hips contracted in equal measure. Hair once pulled up in a tight bun and maintained with enough hairspray to make each strand shine progressively unravelled before coiling into short curls that brushed her brow. Her skinny limbs expanded with athletic musculature, prominent tendons and vessels arose beneath the skin, and the bulge of an Adam’s apple swelled within the flesh of her neck.
This wasn’t the only bulge Juliet acquired. Had anybody been looking they would have noticed the way the crotch of her dress was slowly tenting, each passing strobe presenting a silhouette more aroused than the last.
In Club Fantasy it was common for patrons whatever they pleased, so seeing someone presenting as male striding along in Juliet’s purple dress would not have raised any eyebrows. Nevertheless, as if in an effort to at least keep her erection in check, in the brief shadow between two strobes her outfit was entirely replaced, the tight material giving way to a crisp blue shirt, slip-on shoes the colour of fresh slate, and beige trousers with tan belt which pinned her new manhood firmly against her inner thigh.
By now, Juliet had reached the club’s back corridors. The little sliver of her consciousness which was still lucid wondered where Declan could be going, but as she moved deeper into the uniform red glow of the corridor lights that echo of her psyche was washed away just as easily as the whirling kaleidoscope of the dancefloor.
The man who had been Juliet was now just an empty vessel following Declan out of instinct rather than intention. A silver bracelet now twinkled around each wrist – one a simple band the other a sleek chain – while matching studs adorned his ears, and having broken free of the zoetrope the expansion of Juliet’s once small forearm tattoos was visible for the first time. Where once there had been only a pair of identical roses now ink ran from wrist to elbow and beyond, while the tattooed skin exposed by his partially unbuttoned shirt betrayed an additional pattern across his upper chest as well.
Delving deeper into the corridors, Declan never once looked back. Then again, even if he had, he wouldn’t have recognised the lean, handsome man silently following him. Nor would he have spared a second to consider how dramatically their worlds were about to collide…
Declan knew he’d taken a wrong turn. Despite going easy on the booze, a few minutes earlier he’d been struck with a sudden queasiness while chatting with Vander in their booth. Though not severe enough to make him vomit on the spot, he’d felt compelled to excuse himself and find the nearest toilet just in case.
However, what with the frenzied lights of the dancefloor and a peculiar swimming of his vision which had sprung up along with the nausea, he’d missed the turning for the toilets and marched into the club’s infamous back corridors instead. Part of him wondered if it was better to turn back rather than head deeper in, but with the unease in his stomach continuing to grow he doubted he would have enough time to retrace his steps. Instead he would need to hope he stumbled on a bathroom within the seemingly endless hallways.
Declan’s heart leapt as his eyes fell on a door bearing a square plaque. His sight still hazy, he could just about make out what looked like two figures standing side-by-side on the metal. Hoping for the best, he seized the handle and dived inside.
A few seconds later, a lean, handsome figure approached the same door. Standing in front of it for a moment, he regarded the two letters etched into the plaque: LF. Then with a twist of the handle he too had vanished inside…
As if unable to cross the threshold Declan’s nausea evaporated. His vision likewise settled, though no sooner had it done so than his eyes bulged so large his brows could barely jump out the way quick enough.
‘What the fuck?’
The room he found himself in was about as different from the club as it was possible to get. Brightly lit by mid-afternoon sunshine filtering through thin white curtains, the space was dominated by two huge Persian rugs overlaying rich laminate flooring. On the one closest to him a pristine white sofa faced a beautiful marble fireplace, while the second rug hosted a large wooden dining table with a tasselled wool cloth and flanked by four white chairs. The décor was just as rustic, from the elaborate golden frame of the wall mirror to the antique wooden lampstand in the far corner.
But most baffling of all the stunning lake which glittered like a billion jewels less than a dozen paces outside the patio doors. Declan could even hear the gentle lapping of the turquoise waters on the shore drifting through the open windows.
‘What the fuck?’ he repeated, his brain trying and failing to comprehend what his eyes were telling it.
Dazed, he took a few steps further in. That was when he saw the dress.
Spread out on the sofa, it was a plain design with none of the frills or glitter of the dresses worn by the many girls he’d seen in the club. Despite its simplicity something about the black material captured Declan’s attention, drawing him in. It was a black hole, his gaze an orbiting rocket unable to escape its pull. As he moved closer he almost thought he heard whispers in his ear, the sensation sending tingles up and down his spine, but then again it could just have been the susurrations of the breeze through the bushes outside.
With confusion already jumbling his thoughts, Declan’s mind was hopelessly easy to ensnare. Almost before the thought of trying on the dress sprang to mind he was stripping. The tendrils of the idea were thick and probing, descending ever deeper into his psyche and fragmenting it as they went. Like paving stones surrendering to a tree’s encroaching roots, his thoughts and dreams and memories split, then splintered, then shattered to rubble. The remains were promptly absorbed into the warm pleasure already spreading through his insides.
Unsurprisingly the dress was a terrible fit, the bust and waist sagging while the midriff pinched, yet the soft brush of the material on his skin stirred a blissful smile – a smile which remained fixed and unfaltering as the dress stole his body as easily as it had his mind.
At first the changes were all hidden within the dress. Both the bust and rump were swiftly filled by ample tits and a cushioned ass which stretched the material taut, while the lines of the impressive abs Declan spent hours a week maintaining melted into soft curves far better suited to the snug cut. The hard nubs of his nipples pressed through, a reminder of just how erotic the transformation was despite his mental detachment.
From there, however, Declan’s metamorphosis was very visible indeed. Spreading outwards from the dress like tremors from an earthquake epicentre, feminisation consumed him. The dark hair adorning his arms and legs dissolved away, as too did the prominent muscles beneath, the combination of which left his frame both smaller and softer. At least mostly smaller, for like his bulging ass Declan’s thighs similarly expanded, albeit with their new girth composed of supple flesh rather than firm sinew.
Fingers and toes became more delicate, the nails neatly trimmed. A trio of golden bracelets materialised, followed shortly by a pair of chain necklaces. Within seconds Declan was the very image of seduction from the head down – and a few heartbeats later that image was complete.
Declan’s new face was the kind of visage that could make succubi weak at the knees. The juicy lips, the delicate brows, the soft features framed by dark swirls which managed to be somehow black, blonde and amber all at once. And at the heart of it all eyes deep as an abyss – yet in that abyss lurked the promise of unlimited pleasure for those brave enough to take the plunge.
If Declan’s new body was not already enticing enough, a flurry of ink suddenly swirled its way beneath his supple flesh. The various tattoos which resolved themselves from the dark strands were both delicate and abundant. A butterfly on his right shoulder; a rose on his left forearm; the glyphs for Gemini, Virgo and Cancer spread across the fingers of his right hand. A sensual naked nymph flanked by more butterflies stretched from shoulder to elbow down his left arm, while a similarly exposed mermaid wound her way from wrist to elbow up his right. And though the latter two were the largest on show, when he fiddled with the hem of his dress a handful of ink leaves peeked out to suggest there was still more body art hiding beneath.
Despite the dramatic transformation, there was one feature the deviant magic left untouched. However, before the new woman had chance to explore her body the sound of approaching footsteps met her ears.
As always, Jayden’s arrival sent an impish thrill through Daisy’s soul. Tall and handsome, his blue shirt was partially unbuttoned while a thick bulge snaked down the inside of his beige trousers. But it was his roguish smirk that made her stomach flip. Before he even opened his mouth she knew how their conversation would end and it was all she could do to bite back a groan.
‘Ah, you’re awake,’ Jayden said. ‘I thought maybe last night had broken you completely.’
‘Of course not,’ Daisy replied, though she flushed at the memory. They’d only arrived at Lake Fantasy yesterday afternoon, but the moment they dropped their bags lust had consumed them and they had fucked like animals long into the night. Daisy could not remember when they finally collapsed into the bedsheets, only that when she awoke it was already gone noon. On the pillow beside her Jayden had left a note:
Gone for a walk. Need some fresh air to recharge. I’ll be all yours once I’m back 😉
‘So, are you…? Recharged, I mean?’ Still blushing, Daisy studied the details of the rug at her feet while fiddling anxiously with one of her bracelets.
Jayden smirked. ‘I sure am. Why, did you have something on your mind?’ He ran a hand down the snake in his trousers. ‘This, perhaps? Is this what you want, beautiful?’
Daisy nodded frantically, biting her lip as her brows knitted together and she swallowed the urge to beg.
Sauntering up to the edge of the sofa, Jayden rested his knees against the side so his crotch was positioned just above the arm. When he spoke his voice was casual. ‘Well, I did say I’d be all yours after my walk. And I figure you’ve had time to recharge by now as well. So, what are you waiting for?’ Turning to catch her eye, a deviant edge entered his tone. ‘If you want my cock then come and get it.’
Daisy all but threw herself over the back of the sofa to reach him. Sprawled out on her front she didn’t bother unbuttoning his trousers but rather tugged them down to his knees, freeing his rigid manhood in the process. The momentum of its release bought it swinging upwards only for Daisy’s waiting lips to arrest its progress. Immediately a sense of bliss washed through her mind and without a second thought she was bobbing her head in deep, hungry strokes to feed on her man.
Overhead, Jayden savoured the view. In contrast to Daisy’s urgency, his hands were steady as he calmly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt and allowed it to slide off his shoulders to the floor. The movement revealed the sizeable tattoo dominating his right pec, a design Daisy often liked to trace when they paused to catch their breath between bursts of depravity.
Right now though her mind was elsewhere. Eyes closed and hands grasping Jayden’s upper thighs, she infused the air with the sound of ravenous suckling. A frothy blend of saliva and precum collected at the corners of her lips before leaking down her chin to patter onto the arm of the sofa. Happily, the droplets were absorbed by the large white bath towel draped over the leather. The towel itself was a leftover from last night, where they had used it to support Daisy’s hips as she contorted into ever more salacious positions, and Daisy had little doubt it would see plenty more use before the evening was over.
At first, Jayden simply stood and basked in the pleasure of Daisy’s swirling tongue. But as his arousal continued to mount he could not resist sliding his fingers through her hair and guiding her rhythm. Each time he eased her head closer he drove his hips forward, sheathing himself in the depths of her eager throat. The lack of gagging as he sank in deep drew a deviant smirk across his lips; not so long ago Daisy would have struggled to take half his length, yet now she could swallow him right to the base at the drop of a hat. Or rather, the drop of his trousers.
The inhibition of her gag reflex wasn’t the only skill she had acquired in their short time together. The first time they made love her nerves had been palpable, her movements slow and uncertain. Now her former shyness – though not completely gone – had faded enough that when the urge to reach out and massage his balls crossed her mind she didn’t think twice before acting on it.
Unsurprisingly the combination of her lips, tongue, throat and fingers all flooding pleasure through his crotch soon pushed Jayden to the brink of orgasm. But experience had taught him that good things came to those who wait, so rather than empty his load he pulled out instead.
Both Daisy and his own dick were clearly disappointed by the decision. The latter twitched erratically as if trying to bridge the gap between itself and her lips, while Daisy herself leaned as far as she could over the sofa arm in an attempt to chase after her prize.
Before she could reclaim it Jayden dived down, took her chin in his grasp, and pressed his lips hard against hers.
Their kisses were hungry and wet. Jayden didn’t care that the taste of her lips was laced with the tang of his own precum – if anything it served as a reminder of how sordid their relationship had become, which only made him all the hornier. The same effect was rendered by the glimpse of her plump ass when he came up for air, the material of her dress hugging it tight.
With his attention distracted by their passionate sparring of lips, Jayden’s orgasm gradually stepped back from the brink. Even so, his cock remained hard, especially when Daisy reached out to caress his twitching length.
If she wasn’t so disoriented by lust, Daisy might have sensed her dress seemingly tightening around her sultry figure, rubbing against her hard nipples and sliding between the cheeks of her ass as if eager to squeeze every ounce of lust from the sensual beauty it had created.
Not that she needed any further encouragement to embrace her inner slut.
The gulf of personality between Daisy and Declan was about as wide as it was possible to get. Juliet had not been wrong in her assessment of him – he was just as simple and shallow as she assumed. As far as Declan was concerned the perfect night out consisted entirely of three things: booze, sex, and the chance to wake up the morning after with the number of another hot slut on speed dial. His interest in a genuine relationship amounted to nil, while the combination of his inflated ego, arrogant swagger and chiselled physique made it almost too easy to lure in the kind of ditzy nymphos willing to satisfy his superficial needs.
Daisy was Declan’s antithesis.
Confidence did not come easily to her. Regardless of whose company she found herself in she was invariably quiet and unassuming, much preferring to let others lead the conversation than to get involved herself. Then again, finding her in anybody’s company in the first place was a rarity, for by day she worked from home and by night she spent her time reading in solitude. Perhaps it was this passion for fiction and fantasy that had brewed her yearning for something more – a longing for romantic entanglement buried deep beneath her meek, introverted personality – though she had long since given up trying to find it. Over the years she had come to realise that she had a very specific type, and unfortunately the self-assured womanisers she constantly craved had no interest in settling down with a woman like her. She simply wasn’t the girl they wanted.
At least, that’s what she’d always believed. Right up until the day Jayden came along and upended her world.
When they finally parted lips Daisy abruptly rolled onto her back. Shifting her shoulders up onto the sofa’s arm she leaned back so her hair draped over the side in dark waves. At no point did her hand leave Jayden’s cock, and as she eased him closer her continued stroking was rewarded by a string of precum which twirled down to stick against her upper lip.
‘Use my face, baby,’ she breathed, her chest heaving with anticipatory arousal. ‘Please, use my mouth as your fleshlight.’
The groan which reverberated up Jayden’s shaft as he obliged set both their eyes rolling.
In the past few months Daisy had learned a number of things about herself. The fact she was significantly more flexible than she’d realised, for example, or that tight attire like this dress made her feel incredibly sexy. But more unexpected still was the discovery that she loved nothing more than feasting on Jayden’s lengthy cock, especially when doing so involved submitting her mouth for him to exploit however he desired. Something about the act whipped her arousal into a frenzy and this time was no different, her conscious mind swiftly slipping into a state of blissful euphoria as her lover pumped deep between her eager lips.
Her body aching with lust, Daisy was soon in need of an outlet. On instinct she moved to grope herself, one hand rising to her bosom while the other sank down to her crotch. It didn’t take long before Jayden joined in, one broad hand closing over her other breast and rubbing it between orgasmic huffs as he watched her neck stretch and shrink with each thrust of his hips. Continuing to groan around his rod Daisy rubbed her assets with increasing urgency, though in truth rather than release any of her erotic energy her groping only made things more intense.
Jayden too was fit to burst. By now the rocking of his hips was powered by the all-consuming need to cum and the urge to simply seize Daisy’s face and throatfuck her to climax was as tempting as a devil on his shoulder. Worse still, he knew full well she would not make a move to stop him if he did – on the contrary, she would probably love every second.
But once again he was unwilling to finish in her just yet. Last night had been about unfiltered carnality, but tonight he wanted to take things slower. He wanted to prove once and for all he wasn’t just another stereotypical pretty boy looking for a good fuck.
No, Jayden was looking for something more, and he wanted Daisy to know it.
So, with sweat beading on his brow as he wrestled back his orgasm, Jayden hooked his thumb into the bust of her dress and began to peel it down.
Immediately recognising his intention, Daisy was quick to help. Before he even managed to fully expose her breasts she had snatched the material from his grasp and was urgently tugging it down. Her plump tits popped free, the warm glow of the lamps settling on her hard nipples. As the dress passed over her hips Daisy deftly hooked her descending fingers into the straps of her lacey pink panties, and a heartbeat later both dress and underwear were sailing over the back of the sofa.
Jayden wasn’t sure how the dress had managed to conceal Daisy’s erection, but now her cute she-cock jutted up at the ceiling with the unmistakable twitch of a woman close to ejaculation.
For a few seconds the temptation to drive her over the edge made Jayden second-guess his attempt at restraint. But in the end the sight of her naked body filled him with the need to feel her warm flesh against his own and he pulled out once more.
Knowing what came next, Daisy eagerly shifted across to the opposite end of the sofa, slotting the zebra-print pillow beneath her chest for support while Jayden kicked off the last of his clothes and sank down behind her.
‘Fuck.’
Daisy’s sigh was soft and sensual when Jayden slid inside her. Having anticipated how quickly things would spiral once they were in the same room again, Jayden had slipped a small bottle of lube into a trouser pocket before leaving. Now the contents allowed him to glide into her tight ass, although he suspected the combination of her hungry blowjob and the tireless pounding he had given her last night would have made doing so easy either way.
With one hand lifting her leg and the other settled over her shoulder he was free to take her slow and deep, and soon enough their united groans were drifting lazily on the summer breeze drifting through the windows.
Clutching the pillow, Daisy closed her eyes and allowed herself to float too. Her breath came in sighs as each roll of Jayden’s hips sent warm, waves rolling through her insides.
And as she lay there in his erotic embrace it was difficult to believe how dramatically he had changed her.
They had met online. Daisy wasn’t one for dating apps – she found them insincere and frankly dehumanising – but despite her shy demeanour she had finally reached a point where her yearning for companionship surmounted her nerves. Intending just to dip her toe in the waters she had set up a profile on Fantasy Dates, a joint collaboration between Phoenix, the famous founder of Club Fantasy, as well as Brandi and Diamond, the powerhouse smut-writing partners. The app claimed to have a one-hundred percent success rate in finding users ‘their one true lover’, and though Daisy was initially sceptical of those claims, in the months since she had come to realise those doubts were unfounded. After all, Jayden had been the very first guy to message her, and from their first date there was something special between them.
Daisy wasn’t stupid – she knew Jayden’s bedpost was more notches than wood. One didn’t become as smooth or as accomplished in the bedroom as him without plenty of experience to hone those skills. Nevertheless, he had none of the arrogance she had come to expect in womanisers like him, for although he knew how desirable he was he never allowed that confidence to become conceit – not even when he had her entire body shuddering the way he did now.
Having shifted positions, Daisy was now atop her man. Leaning back against his athletic chest she was angled to the side so he could smirk up at her over the curve of her breast. A grip on the back of the sofa kept her stable as he drove up from beneath, her raised feet bobbing wildly with each pump.
‘Have I ever told you how much I love fucking your ass?’
Perspiration glimmered on Daisy’s temples, a physical manifestation of the fiery arousal burning within. ‘You may have mentioned it once or twice,’ she breathed, her lip twitching as she fought back the grimace of orgasmia threatening to crumple her pretty face.
That task only became harder when Jayden raised a hand to caress her already rigid womanhood. Not only did his strokes send arcs of tingling ecstasy flaring through her groin, but the pull of his forearm against the underside of her thigh also spread her ass wider, enabling him to push in a fraction deeper – a fraction which had him suddenly hitting her P-spot with pinpoint accuracy.
Daisy wasn’t sure whether she was delighted or dismayed by this turn of events. On the one hand, each strike was an explosion of euphoria that forced bursts of delirious laughter from her quivering lips. But on the other hand her facial features finally buckled into a mask of lust, and between the laughter she could not hold back a low whine as she struggled to cling to her sanity.
Beneath her, Jayden couldn’t suppress a grin. He never tired of watching Daisy succumbing to the depravity of the connection they had formed – and he knew he never would.
As soon as they met it was clear where their relationship would take them. In their messages Daisy consistently ruled out sex on the first date, yet in the end she was the one to suggest they take things back to her place. The night that followed was a blur carnality. Something about one another’s presence filled them both with a primal hunger that neither had experienced before, and though Daisy was nervous at first, in the many sensual nights since her confidence had blossomed exponentially.
And in that time, Jayden had gradually realised that despite his womanising ways, he no longer wanted anyone but Daisy.
When he signed up to Fantasy Dates, he had assumed it would be just another pool of horny singles looking for an easy lay. In truth he was fine with that – a deep connection wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before, so the thought of finding one rarely crossed his mind.
But Daisy had taken him entirely by surprise. For one thing, he found her shyness unexpectedly endearing. What’s more, her affection for him was genuine rather than the fake smiles and empty compliments of the shallow girls he was used to.
Yet her performance in the bedroom was the biggest shock. There was nothing false in her groans, nothing manipulative in her dirty talk. And unlike Jayden’s normal hookups, Daisy had a subconscious attention to detail that elevated any intimacy with her to an entirely new level. Even now she tightened and loosened her anal muscles in time with his thrusts, rolled her hips gently to take him as deep as possible, angled her chest down so he could seal his lips around her nipple and suck. From her detached expression it was clear these actions were all automatic, but that only turned Jayden on all the more.
How could he even consider giving up a bombshell who could drive him wild without even thinking about it? As for as Jayden was concerned, no vapid slut could hold a candle to the perfect hedonist hiding within this quiet bookworm. And thanks to Fantasy Dates, she was all his.
As usual when in Jayden’s embrace, Daisy had lost all track of time. It was only when she glanced around and found the once bright sunshine usurped by the warm glow of the lamps that she realised afternoon was melting to evening.
Now, as she lay on her back, the sofa’s bolster cushions supporting her head and Jayden’s divine cock plunging into her tight hole while he planted warm kisses on her raised foot, she tried to comprehend what this place was doing to them.
She should have been hungry. She should have been thirsty. She should have been exhausted. Yet somehow since arriving at Lake Fantasy it seemed their insatiable passion offered all the sustenance she required. The pleasant ache of her bouncing tits, the gentle sting of their colliding flesh, the erratic twitching of her cock as she stroked and stroked and stroked – every physical sensation blended into a cohesive whole which seeped down to nourish her soul in ways she had never felt beyond the lake’s grounds.
It wasn’t hard to figure out there was a kind of magic about this place. And given that they had only learned about it through an ad on Fantasy Dates, Daisy doubted the shared name was a coincidence. Perhaps the app channelled some of that same magic too. Perhaps it wasn’t just luck that had bought her and Jayden together. Plus, if Lake Fantasy really was magic, that would explain how the two of them had managed to fuck for so long without cumming.
As if on cue, Daisy felt Jayden twitching within her. His abs tensed and his jaw clenched as his climax rapidly approached.
But he wasn’t quite there yet, and Daisy wanted to be the one to push him over the edge.
Seizing the back of his neck Daisy pulled Jayden in for a passionate kiss. The soft light of the lamps played over their bodies as they writhed against one another, the slap of flesh on flesh growing increasingly loud as Jayden quickened his pace.
When they parted lips Daisy held him close, his brow pressed against hers and their noses slotted side by side as she peered up into his eyes.
‘I have an idea, baby.’ Her voice was shallow with arousal but there was an impish gleam in her gaze. ‘We’re here for a week. But there’s nobody else around, right? So the way I see it there’s no need for us to bother with clothes while we’re here.’
Slowing his pace, Jayden took a moment to process her words. Then he raised an eyebrow. ‘You mean you want to go naked all week?’
A smile plucked at Daisy’s lips. ‘Why not? I mean if things carry on like this then clothes will only get in the way.’
As if her words were the key, the shackles of Jayden’s orgasm were finally unlocked and all his restrained arousal was unleashed with a gasping howl. In the brief seconds before he came he slid from her hole and seized his rod, jerking it feverishly while Daisy rose to her knees and pivoted away from him.
The curvy beauty gave a sensual sigh as the heat of Jayden’s seed lashed across her back. Wet streaks drew sticky lines over her spine and ass; pearly droplets speckled the petals and leaves of her floral back tattoo like morning dew. One particularly powerful shot even made it high enough to lace her upper arm with his love. Savouring the sensation, she waited until Jayden’s breathing had steadied before peering back over her shoulder.
Her lover was kneeling upright behind her. Still stroking himself slowly, he had the slightly glazed expression of a man who had seen nirvana and was slowly coming back to reality. After a minute or so he blinked the haze away and found Daisy smiling up at him.
‘Well baby, it seems like you’ve made quite a mess,’ she said, glancing down at her cum-streaked back. ‘Maybe you should come help me clean it off?’
His lucidity returned, Jayden played along. ‘My bad, gorgeous. Shall I go get the shower running?’
‘Actually, I had something else in mind. While you were out on your walk I took a look outside. It turns out this place has an outdoor jacuzzi. It would be a shame not to use it while we’re here, wouldn’t you say?’
Matching her deviant expression Jayden nodded. ‘I couldn’t agree more.’
So, after helping his perfect girl to her feet, Jayden allowed Daisy to lead him by the hand through the patio doors and into the balmy evening air. The song of summer welcomed them, a pleasant chorus of rustling foliage, twittering birds and the soothing sound of water on the lakeshore. And a few minutes later the seasonal ensemble was joined by the unmistakable howls of two carnal creatures making love beneath the darkening star-studded sky…
Thanks for reading!
Did this story need an extended introduction revolving around a cameo from Chanel? No, it didn’t. But did I thoroughly enjoy every second of writing it? Hell yes I did.
As stated in previous chapters, linking stories via references and cameos is one of the things I really enjoy about these longer series, and since Chanel Preston is one of my all-time favourite models I will never reject a chance to include her in any story I can. And while this story does shift gears to focus on Declan/Daisy halfway through, I don’t mind spending that extra time with Juliet to begin with because it allows us some insight into her character before she transforms, which to me makes Jayden’s subsequent confidence and charm all the more fulfilling. Not to mention that she gets to embody the type of man who is always overlooking her while being more caring than any of them in the process. Personally I feel that arc is a nice subversion of expectations, since rather than saying ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’, it instead says ‘if you can’t beat them, show them how it’s done.’ Granted that’s a theme I’ve touched on in many stories, but I think it’s a done particularly well here, which is why this chapter is definitely among my favourites of the series.
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