I'm still not entire sure if this is going to continue or not but you all like the idea, and I felt like I still have more I could add so…This is basically chapter 1 but in Daryl's POV.
Enjoy!
Kay and Jay
He'd been staring at the card for about an hour now, tryin' to figure out whether to call or not.
It had been Merle's fuckin' idea of a joke. Made out like Daryl'd had it in his jacket pocket b'fore announcin' it to all the other mechanics at work. They'd laughed at him but Daryl didn't take it lyin' down. He cursed at 'em, told 'em they needed to grow the fuck up cause this shit was gettin' old.
All the hollerin' didn't get him nowhere though. They'd just carried on laughin' like fuckin' hyena's while Merle stood there, lookin' mighty fuckin' proud of himself.
Fuck them; fuck him. They didn't know t'fuck they were talkin' 'bout anyway.
At the end of the workin' day, they all wanted to head down to the local bar and Daryl turned 'em down when they asked him. Couldn't be fucked with 'em. Least this way he could have some alone time while Merle was warmin' the bed of the easiest bar wench.
The anger n' humiliation didn't go away though. Instead, sat at home all alone with only his thoughts for company, Daryl found himself growin' angry again n' he knew he needed to get it outta him somehow.
It was either that or he'd end up punchin' Merle when he finally staggered home.
So the card which Daryl had snatched off Merle and tucked into his back pocket, wantin' to hide it soon as possible before the others saw it, seemed to burn, wantin' to make itself known.
Which is how he found himself sittin' on his old, stained, springy mattress with the card in one hand n' a beer in the other.
It weren't like he was a virgin; had lost his virginity at thirteen when his Dad brought him home a prostitute, clamin' that his ol' man had done the same for him. Apparently barely enterin' your teens made ya a man.
Daryl knew it didn't. Knew he was too young but Merle'd had the same treatment n' told Daryl it was one'a the best nights of his life, so he had no one to stand up for him.
It went bad. Real bad. He'd cum quicker than a speedin' bullet n' the fuckin' bitch had laughed 'fore heading to Merle's room, claimin' she wanted a real man for the night.
"If ya want'd a man, ya shouldn'ta fuck'd a kid, stupid bitch!" he'd yelled at her, fueled by anger at his family and embarrassment at the situation.
After that, Merle always tried to get him laid, sayin' he needed to get better at it 'cause he weren't have no pussy-ass brother.
Absently, he swiped his calloused thumb over the name on the card. 'Kay and Jay' . It was written in pink, loopy writing and followed by a big 'x' underneath.
He knew from experience that the best way to calm him down was a good fuck. He was still a man, after all. The problem was, he couldn't be fucked to try n' find some hoe who'd drop her panties for him. They were all easy, riddled with diseases, and mostly likely had been fucked by Merle at some point. He was sick of 'em.
But decent girls didn't go for rednecks like him.
So his only option was the number in front of him.
Good lord, he was a fuckin' pussy. It weren't like they were gonna turn him down. They got fuckin' paid to do it; It's why they were there.
With one last swig of beer for his confidence, he placed the bottle down on the cabinet beside him, which was broken n' missin' a draw, before pickin' up his cheap-ass cell and dialing the number before he lost his nerve.
It rang once before a voice answered. It was a recording which asked him who he wanted to talk to; Kay, twenty-three years old, sandy blonde, five-foot-four with size Thirty DD breasts, or Jay; Forty-five, brown hair, five-foot-four with size twenty-eight E breasts.
He decided to go with Kay since he never was in'ta older women. Pressin' 'one' with a shaky hand, he found himself wonderin' whether he could still go through wit' this but he didn't have much choice cause within' seconds the phone was ringin' again before the sound of a feminine purr filled his ear.
"Hey, you." The way she greeted him made him feel like they were friends; like she'd been expectin' his call n' knew who was callin'. Fuck, this bitch was good at her job.
Closin' his eyes and layin' back against his bumpy mattress, he mumbled in reply, "Hey." This was a fuckin' stupid idea…
"My names Kay," He doubted that. They never gave out their real names, not that he could blame 'em. "How can I help you tonight?" she trailed off suggestively.
The ball was pretty much in his court n' he didn't know how to react. When he fucked someone, there weren't no talkin' unless he was tellin' the bitch to shut up cause her screamin' was givin' him a headache. T'fuck was he supposed ta say to her? He shouldn'ta done this. "This is fuckin' stupid. Dunno t'fuck I was thinkin'…" he muttered under his breath. She weren't supposed to hear it but she did n' before he could hang up, she was protestin'.
"Wait!" And for some reason, he did. "You're just gonna leave me like this?" The whimper she gave off made his dick pulse. It was like she was hurtin'; hurtin' cause she wanted ta be fucked so badly n' didn't have no one else to do it. "But I need you…" Shit…this bitch really knew what she was doin' n' he breathed in sharply, her words makin' him feel needed which is somethin' he would never admit he wanted.
He didn't really know what to say to that n' remained quiet. He wanted to know what kinda game she wanted to play and then maybe he'd consider playin' along.
"What's your name?" she questioned softly.
Shit, should he give her his real name? He weren't sure but he did know that he wanted to hear her callin' it out so he decided to go with it. T'fuck could go wrong? Not like she could steal his identity cause she had his name n' number. "Daryl."
"Daryl…" She breathed, the sound makin' his pants tighten, remindin' him once again how good she was at her job. She spoke carefully, almost as if she was tryin' to choose the right words for him. "Are you gonna 'help' me, Daryl?" he caught the meaning and repressed a groan.
Palming himself through his pants, he could feel his breathin' getting' hot n' heavy, and he imagined himself fuckin' her hard n' dirty, her pussy tight around him like a vice…Shit, he forgot to reply to her.
It didn't matter though cause she was talkin' again. "I'm so hot…feels like I'm gonna burst," her voice was all breathy-like, remindin' him of a porno, n' not a trashy one neither. "Can you help? Give me the release I need…"
He released a shaky breath. "Damn…" If she wanted his dick, it was hers for the takin'.
When she continued, he knew she had a big fuckin' smile on her face. "I'm such a naughty girl, Daryl…"
Squeezin' his dick, he found himself dyin' to know: "Why's tha'?" his voice was hot n' rough, somethin' he didn't recognize.
"I couldn't help it," Fuck, did she sound innocent but Daryl knew she was far from it. "I'm just so horny all the time…I-I couldn't control myself and…" she trailed off, soundin' ashamed but once again, he knew better.
His voice was strained when he spoke, his mind runnin' through all different kinda scenarios. "Fuck, girl, what'd ya do?" he gave himself another squeeze.
It sounded like she licked her lips. "I was in the woods…and started to get wet," he couldn't stop the groan which escaped his lips. "I just had to touch myself…So I lifted up my skirt," Fuck; he bet it was a tight, small little thing which barely covered her ass. All he'd have to do is lift it up n' slam in'ta her... "Pulled my white panties aside…" Fuckin' white panties. She was fuckin' far from innocent. "And…" she drew the word out, soundin' hesitant. "I-I can't say it. It's too bad…"
Oh, fuck, no. No way in hell was she gonna stop there. "Tell me, sweetheart. What'd ya do?" he pushed.
"I…" Once again, she hesitated and he couldn't help but wonder if she was doin' in it purpose; tryin' ta get him to speak up more.
If that was her game, it was fuckin' workin'. He found himself squeezin' his dick every few seconds, enjoin' the spark of pleasure it gave him. With his breathing heavy, he said somethin' tha' even shocked him: "Did'ja finger your sweet, liddol pussy? Make ya self cum while leanin' up against a tree?" The thought was too much for him and he rested the phone between his ear an' shoulder while rushin' to remove his pants n' boxers, all while speakin', "C'mon, tell me, dirty bitch. Couldn't even wait til ya got ya self home…"
He couldn't help but feel a bit smug when she spoke, soundin' shocked n' aroused at his words. That's right, Daryl fuckin' Dixon is in charge now. "I, uh," it sounded like she didn't know what to say. "I had to?" Her voice was weak n' breathy.
He tutted, grabbin' his dick in his hand n' startin' a nice up n' down rhythm. "Not good 'nuff. Wanna know what I woulda done if I'd caught ya?"
When she spoke, he knew she was just as affected by this as he was. "Yes…"
Naughty girl. He couldn't help but wonder if it was just part of her job, or whether the small hitches in her breath were real. The thought made him grow even harder n' he sped up. "Fuckin' dirty…" he muttered under his breath before continuin', "I woulda made ya stop. Woulda tied ya hands to the closest tree branch, pulled out my huntin' knife n' cut off all yer clothes, leavin' ya bare." He rubbed his thumb over the head of his dick on the next pass of his hand n' his breath hitched. "I woulda spanked ya ass fer bein' so bad and you'd fuckin' love every second of it."
"Fuck…" she whimpered, makin' him grit his teeth. Jesus, this was a big tease; bein' able to hear her but not touch or see her.
He knew one thing though; he wanted to hear that sound again. "Bet ya'd be fuckin' drippin' everywhere. Down ya thighs…" He huffed a groan, thinkin' about how she would glisten all nice n' pretty in the sun. "Wouldn't be able ta hold back, sweetheart. I'd have ta knell down, tasta ya, fuck ya with my tongue n' fingers…"
"Daryl…" she moaned out.
He exhaled through his nose at the sound, his balls tightenin'. He knew he'd be cummin' soon. "Ya playin' wit' ya pussy, sweetheart?"
She let out a whimper. "I really, really shouldn't be…But…I can't stop."
"Good lord."He cursed under his breath. "Ya ain't got a damn clue what tha' does to me." He knew there was a good chance that it was a lie but for the moment, he chose to believe it; believe that she was touchin' herself for him.
A shaky breath sounded in his ear before she admitted, "I'm close."
Fuck. Yes. "Ya gonna cum fer me? Imagin' me poundin' in'ta ya while ya tied up, ain't no way to escape?"
"Yesyesyesyes…." She cried out.
"Holdin' ya hips tight…Ya wanna touch ya clit, don't'cha? Ya can't. Gotta cum usin' jus' my fuckin' dick." It was hard to speak by now; he was so fuckin' close but he wanted to hear her let go first.
And with a simple squeak of, "Fuck!" and, "I…Cumming! I'm cumming!" sounding in his ear, he groaned loudly, reaching his peak. Hot cum spilled into his fist but he didn't fuckin' care; his body was still pulsin' from his orgasm. "Fuck, Kay…" he finished with a weaker groan.
For a few moments, the only noise was the sound of their breathing, and then she spoke up, "If you call again…My real names Darcy."
He huffed a laugh, reachin' forward n' grabbin' his boxers before wipin' the cum off his hand onto 'em; he couldn't be fucked to go to the bathroom n' clean up yet, so it would do for now. "Damn right I'll be callin' again."
Heh. This story is pretty good for practicing my other story…I've wanted to try and do a Daryl POV chapter for a while but I'm pretty nervous just in case I couldn't keep him in character. What do you guys think?
At the moment, I do have a few ideas for this. So I might continue it but only if everyone wants me to….and if I did continue it, it won't be all rainbows and unicorns. I like to keep relationships more realistic ;). Oh, and Walkers would more than likely make an appearance eventually.
So yeah..please let me know what you thought of my Daryl POV! Any tips would be awesome! And let me know if you want me to continue or if there is any idea's you have; I'll consider using them! Thanks for reading!
