by Sophie Stern
Would he tie her to the bed with the mummy wrappings?
Would he want to be tied up?
Would he blindfold her?
Would he-
She stopped her mind from wandering long enough to focus on his question.
“Well,” she told him, taking a long sip of her wine, “they’ve all been fine.”
“Fine?”
“Nothing special, but nothing awful, either. I’ve been with a few different guys. I’ve never done this before. You know, meet up with someone just for sex. That’s more of Anne’s thing. I’ve always been in relationships.”
“Does this bother you? Befriending someone just to be physical?”
“No, I don’t think so. It’s just really different for me.”
“What’s the strangest or most unusual sexual encounter you’ve had?”
She thought for a moment. There was the time in high school when her dad almost walked in on her blowing her boyfriend. Then there was the time she had sex while Anne was sleeping in the same room. Neither of those seemed particularly weird, though. Neither of them seemed too crazy.
“I guess I haven’t done anything too outrageous,” she admitted, gauging his reaction. Bruce didn’t seem to mind. “I had sex in the park once.”
“During the day?”
“No. Night.”
He smiled. “Did anyone see?”
“Nah. We were behind some trees and it was really dark. Fast. Nothing really to write home about.”
“Still, sex in a public place. That’s a little risqué. Did you enjoy it?”
She thought for a moment before responding. “Not as much as I think I should have. It was exciting, of course, but you know, it was just over really fast. And the guy wasn’t very attentive, anyway. It was just all about him getting off.”
“Did most of your boyfriends get you off?”
She hesitated for a moment, thinking about it. There had been Jake, who was really all about blowjobs. They rarely had sex and when they did, she never got off. Kyle had been more tender and caring when it came to her needs. Tony had…well, he’d been focused on his own needs.
“A mix, I think,” she cocked her head to the side, not really sure how much she wanted to share.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I think,” Bruce reached out and gently traced her cheek. “I think you deserve to be with someone who is going to bring you as much pleasure as you bring him. How do you feel about that?”
The wetness in her panties spoke louder than any words could.
SEVEN
The duo decided to go back to Bruce’s place after dinner. He punched his address into her phone’s GPS system so she’d know where to go.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” he told her as he kissed her softly on the forehead.
The tender gesture made her quiver and ache all at the same time. She slid into her car and started following her phone’s directions to his house.
Realistically, she could have ridden in his car. There was nothing wrong with picking up her own vehicle the next day, but Kayla wanted to be able to leave if things got weird. She wanted to know that she had a way out if it ended up being strange.
Well, stranger than she was comfortable with, anyway.
She flicked on the radio and waited for something good to come on. Song after song about romance and banging chicks blasted through her stereo as she finally pulled up to a large brick house with a two-car garage.
She parked in the driveway next to Bruce’s car and reapplied her lip gloss.
She was going to shine tonight.
Kayla stepped out of the car and made her way quickly up the sidewalk to the front porch. It was just a single step up to the house’s large, welcoming porch. She glanced at the swing and chairs, thinking that this would be a romantic place to spend a cool summer evening.
She tried not to picture herself sipping coffee on the porch as the sun came up.
Or drinking cocoa as the sun went down.
Kayla finally reached the door, but her heart was thumping.
What if she didn’t know what to do?
What if she made things awkward?
What if he saw her naked, but didn’t like the way she looked?
She could drive herself insane with all of her thoughts and doubts. She could go crazy with her insecurities.
Not tonight.
She couldn’t let that happen tonight.
Tonight was all about new beginnings and new experiences and trying new things and getting out of her comfort zone.
Tonight was all about Bruce.
She knocked on the door.
It was time for Kayla to meet her mummy.
EIGHT
He was already wrapped when she opened the door.
Kayla wanted to ask how he had changed so quickly, how he had managed to transform himself from a businessman to a creature from days past.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she reached up and touched his face.
And then they were kissing.
Kayla started to move toward the stairs so they could head to the bedroom, but Bruce shook his head and instead directed her toward a door.
Still kissing, he opened it to reveal a narrow staircase leading down.
Of course it would be a basement.
Where else would you fuck a mummy but in its tomb?
Plastic battery-operated torches lit the walls as they made their way down the stairs. Kayla recognized the popular Halloween decorations and wondered how long it had taken Bruce to set this place up. Then again, if he was really into dressing up so much, chances were that he didn’t care about the cost.
Her eyes opened wide when they reached the basement.
“I feel like I’ve been transported back in time,” she commented, running her fingers over what appeared to be a very old vase. Everything in the room looked old. Everything looked authentic. Even the walls had been painted to mimic Egyptian paintings.
At the center of the room was a large, four-poster bed. It was the type of bed you’d imagine seeing in a castle or reading about in a fantasy novel. The bright white blankets and pillows looked too pure for the things they were about to do.
It seemed too clean.
In the corner there was a sarcophagus.
She wondered, for a quick second, if Bruce slept there.
Then she pushed that thought out of her mind. It was just for display, most likely. Right? He wasn’t that weird. It was just part of the fantasy.
But Kayla couldn’t concentrate on the room or the things in it for too long, because within seconds, Bruce was kissing her again.
Her mummy was here.
The wraps felt soft against her face as they kissed deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close. The wraps smelled clean and soft. She wondered if he used the same set each time he dressed up to play. Was it something where he used new wrapping each time? She didn’t know if they were close enough to ask something like that, but she couldn’t help wondering about it.
She continued to kiss him. As she did, Bruce’s hands gradually shifted from the small of her back to the front of her. He cupped her breasts in his hands. She wondered what those wrapped-up hands would feel like when she was naked. She was already wet. She was already ready for more.
She could do this.
She reached down for his cock, but Bruce softly nudged her hand away, letting her know that it wasn’t time for that.
He wanted to undress her first.
She kept on the Cleopatra wig as he slipped her dress off. It fell to the floor in a soft pile, revealing her breasts and shaved pussy. The growing hardness beneath his wraps let her know that he liked it.
A lot.
Bruce groaned appreciatively as he knelt in front of her and started to lick her wetness. She gripped his shoulders, aching and thrusting forward, ready to be consumed by this creature.
She was ready.
It was time.
NINE
When she started to unwrap him, he made it clear that she could only take off what was necessary.
In other words, the only part of him she was going to get to see what his dick.
Fine with her.
Kayla slid his cock out from beneath the white cloth and rubbed the entire length with her hands. She wasn’t particularly used to giving hand jobs. She felt more confident in her sucking abilities, so now she slid to her knees.
Now he let her.
She pursed her soft lips against the head of his cock, feeling how soft it was against her. Sliding her tongue out, she began to gently lick the end of him. He let out a soft moan and thrust forward slightly, letting her know he was ready for more. He was ready for her to take all of him.
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.
TEN
Hot waves of water rushed over Kayla’s body as she cleaned herself off in the shower. It had been a long time since she’d been fucked, yes. It had been an even longer time since she’d been fucked like that. In fact, she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so pushed, so challenged, so excited in every way.
She wanted to try again.
The idea of returning to work and daydreaming about plain ol’ Kevin was abhorrent to her.
The idea of returning to her normal life and living in a normal way and doing normal things that normal people expected of her was awful.
She didn’t want that.
She wanted this. She wanted the excitement. She wanted the rush.
She wanted the mystery of trying something new time and time again.
She wanted Bruce.
And she wanted to have adventures with him.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in one of his oversized robes before heading down the hallway to find him.
Bruce was in the kitchen, making a pot of tea. He smiled when she came in and poured them each a cup.
“How are you feeling?” He asked gently, sitting with her at the table.
“Good,” she told him honestly. “Excited.”
“What did you think?” He prodded, asking her to open up. He sipped his tea, still keeping his eyes on her. He was soaking up every one of her emotions, she could tell. More importantly: she wanted him to. She wanted his eyes on her all the time. She wanted his hands against his skin. She wanted to feel him again and again, but she wasn’t sure if that was how this thing worked.
“I loved it,” she said. “I loved being with you. I loved being touched by you. I loved trying something new that was so completely different.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Bruce smiled.
“Tell me more about the Roleplayers.”
“What about them?” He cocked an eyebrow, curious to see what she had to say.
“Is it always like this?”
“Making love to a stranger while dressed up? No. Sometimes we just act out scenes with each other.”
“But it’s always so…freeing?”
“Almost always, yes, as long as the people you’re with are as interested in it as you are.”
“Are you always a mummy?”
He laughed. “Not always, unless it’s just me and a woman. When I have multiple partners, I’ll sometimes be a part of their fantasy and act out whatever it is that they’re wanting to try.”
“Bruce?” Her tea was gone and so was any hesitation that she may have felt.
Without waiting for a
response, she walked over to him, pushed his chair back, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him as hard as she could before pulling back and telling him, “I want to be a Roleplayer.”