Kayla obeyed.
Bruce tugged on her hair, pulling it back slightly. He gripped it hard enough to show that he was the one in control, but not so hard that it hurt. She was still wearing the wig, but it was pinned to her real hair. He was gentle enough not to displace it, but still firm. The sensation was new to Kayla and she found herself enjoying it. She wanted to be blowing him, but she felt herself growing wetter as she realized that he wanted her to enjoy it, as well.
“Look at me, my Queen,” he commanded, and she obliged. She stared up into his eyes as she slid his dick as far down her throat as she could. She tried not to gag, but it was hard, and he seemed to understand. As she started going faster and faster, though, he seemed to stop caring.
“Harder,” he told her.
Focusing on relaxing her throat, she allowed him to plunge into her mouth over and over again.
She licked and teased and tantalized until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“I need you in me,” she whispered, urging him to slide his cock into her wet, aching cunt. She was ready. She was ready to fuck this mummy for all it was worth.
“Turn around,” he murmured, still gripping her hair. “And bend over.”
Kayla did as she was told, bending over the bed. She heard a condom wrapper open, but it wasn’t long before his hands were back on her body, gliding over her back and sliding into her pussy. She lifted her ass naturally, as if begging for more.
He pulled her arms behind her, pinning her, letting her know who was in charge.
And oh, did she enjoy Bruce being in charge.
Kayla found herself losing touch of who she was as Bruce slid his dick into her again and again. She welcomed it, begged for it, moaned each time he came back inside. She was no longer just a girl trying to explore a new world of fantasy. No, now she was an ancient queen, making love to a mummy in ancient Egypt. Now she was a woman who had strength, finesse, and power. Now she was allowed herself to become something she had never imagined was possible.
She felt alive.
She felt free.
“Mummy,” she told him over the groans of a man in pleasure, “I am ready to ride you.”
He stopped thrusting and pulled away. She thought she saw a sparkle of excitement in his eyes as he crawled onto the bed. Kayla lowered herself onto his length and began to ride, never taking her eyes from his. The softness of the wraps around her was a new sensation. She wondered, briefly, what he looked like beneath his costume, but she was mostly focused on the way she felt as he thrust up into her over and over and over.
Waves of pleasure consumed her as she rubbed her clit with one hand and held on with the other. She squeezed him tighter, unwilling to let this moment end, unwilling to sacrifice the pleasure she was about to feel.
“Don’t stop,” she told him, riding harder and faster as her body grew warm and cool at the same time.
“Come for me, my Queen,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving hers.
So this was the world Anne wanted her to be part of, she thought as she exploded in ecstasy. This was the world her friend wanted her to learn to love. This was the world that she was supposed to be enjoying, having fun with, finding herself in.
This was for Kayla.
All of it.
As her body relaxed, Bruce gently moved her aside and climbed off the bed. He hastily disposed of his condom and began rubbing himself. She was momentarily confused until he reached for the canopic jar next to the bed. Was he serious? A canopic jar? She had a momentary flashback to fifth grade when her school class visited their local history museum. These were the ones that Egyptians had stored their organs in. These were the jars they had counted on to protect their insides during the mummification process.
Only Bruce’s jar had a penis on the lid.
“Open it,” he told her.
She climbed off the bed, slowly. He was still rubbing himself, still watching her, still immersed in this moment.
She tugged the lid off and set it to the side, then knelt before him while holding the jar up to him.
It was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed to make his own orgasm a reality as he closed his eyes involuntarily and moaned through his release. His cum poured quickly into the jar. Kayla was careful to catch every drop.
His eyes reopened and he looked down as his beautiful playmate, dripping with both perspiration and excitement.
Without pulling her eyes away, Kayla dipped a finger into the jar and put it to her lips. As she licked the entire length of her finger, tasting every bit of his juices, she thought she saw him bite his lip.