Caroline stood with the blindfold over her eyes. She felt the woman standing near her.
“Are you afraid, Caroline?” her Mistress’s voice cut through Caroline’s racing thoughts.
Caroline found herself nodding.
“What are you afraid of?”
The cards led Caroline to this hotel and this meeting. She hesitated outside of the bar, reminding herself that she could back out if she wanted. Peter, her psychic, had helped her arrange everything. She’d negotiated, via email, everything she wanted. Only now that she was here, she wasn’t sure if she could do it. But the cards hadn’t led her astray yet. So she squared her shoulders and took her first step toward the bar.
She took a seat at an empty table in the hotel bar. It was sparsely populated this early in the day, and only two lone men sitting at the other end of the bar.
The woman who entered wasn’t what she expected. Caroline certainly didn’t expect the woman to show up in a leather cat suit, but the petite brunette in the exquisitely tailored suit wasn’t it either.
Victoria turned to leave the chamber. She’d had her moment, but it was time to tell the professor she’d discovered the hidden room and what she was certain was Pharaoh Djet’s sarcophagus.
She heard stone scraping against stone, followed by something light and wispy brush against her arm. She grinned gritted hey teeth against a scream. She was still being mocked for screaming at a scorpion in her first week, so she wasn’t going to add spiders to the list.
After my last night at the sex club, I’d made sure to get Daddy’s number. We’d finally arranged for a play date.
I’d worn my hair in two braids to keep it out of the way. I knelt between Daddy’s thighs and started licking. I trailed my tongue over his cock, starting at his balls and working up. I lapped at the glans, loving watching him writhe.
After teasing him, I swallow his cock, taking as much as I can. I move slowly, getting accustomed to his length. I keep my lips wrapped tight around his girth, and twirl my tongue over the head of his cock. When I raise my head, my lips around the head of his cock, I flick my eyes up to catch his eye. He’s watching me. I keep eye contact as I move back down.
My teasing most have gone on too long for him. He grabs my braid. I know where this is going and what he wanted. I moved my other braid within his reach. Daddy wraps my hair and his hands and pulls.
My head is forced down, my lips resting around the base of his cock. Daddy had moved from letting me play, to using me. He paused a moment, asking if I was ok. I nodded, as much as a could. He preceded to fuck my mouth. He used my hair like handles, and thrust into my mouth. He yanked my hair, thrusting and moaning. He gave one last pull, shooting him cum into my throat, with a growl. He released my hair, and I lapped him clean.
He pulled me up, into his arms. He called me a good girl. He gently worked out to braids, and and stroked my hair. I snuggled next to him and was already thinking about our next date.