Amber's nickname should be Hoover.
As her mouth closed around my cock, this thought went straight into my head. It was Tuesday morning when her mouth woke me up from a pleasant slumber. Normally, I am headed to work by this time, but her mouth persuaded me otherwise. Her lips started caressing my shaft ever so slowly before I had a chance to react. I looked down and saw Amber's blond tresses concealing her act of mouth love. As much as I was enjoying the wake up, I had to take control fast.
I sat up and pushed the back of her head which guided my shaft down her throat. Almost on reflex, her throat opened and accepted more of my cock down it before she started to push back upwards. It was then I noticed she wore a simple blouse.
"Top off now, slut," I said huskily.
Amber's fingers went to work undoing her buttons before I saw her nipples revealed to me. It was then I recognized the shirt as one of mine. I wickedly smiled as she crawled onto the bed and started to straddle my cock. I could feel the warmth of her pussy about to engulf my cock. Quickly, my right hand came up and I pinched her right nipple gently, eliciting a groan as her pussy opened for me. My hands then went to her hips as I pulled her down fast enough to impale her.
The scream was beautiful. It was intoxicating. It was exactly what I needed as my slut started to ride my cock. My teeth found her neck as I bit along it. I could hear her moaning right next to me before she spoke.
"I'm cumming, Daddy," she whispered.
I was right behind her. As she was cumming down from her high, I was filling her pussy...make that my pussy with cum. She sat there almost lethargic for a moment before we both turned and looked at the clock. She didn't panic at the time, but I did since I had a photographic appointment in a half hour. I looked at her before she gave me her naughty smile.
"Are you feeling better, Daddy?" she asked in her girlish voice.
Within a few moments, I was in the shower and getting ready for my work day. As I lathered up, Amber came in. Luckily, she was in my dress shirt again and was staying out of the way.
"Okay, Amber, you have Computer Science today, right?"
"Yeah, then it's Daddy Dave's time. He always comes to get me from the campus and takes me to the motel."
Based on the last few days, a red flag went up in my head. "What does Dave do for a living?"
She was already in Velma mode. "He's the audio technician. As near as I can tell, he works for Doug. I am unsure as to what."
I thought about it long and hard before I answered. "What time does he pick you up?"
"Around noon, why Daddy?"
"Because I am going to be home to watch this time. Just to make sure that you get there safely."
Amber looked at me more seriously this time. "You don't think..."
"I am starting to piece together why they want me quiet and why they want me to move closer to your campus. I don't want you hurt, Amber."
"I'm a big girl, Daddy," she said walking over with her hips swaying just as I opened the shower curtain. "I know how to take care of myself...and you."
As she knelt down to give my cock a deep kiss, I forgot about the photo appointment.
As I walked into my studio, my new receptionist looked at me funny. Julia was a local who went to the same college as Amber. She was up to my shoulders in height with darker hair. Figure wise, she was close to Amber although I was unsure whether she was anything like Amber between the sheets. The whole motive for hiring her was to have a reason for using the stipend the group was going to pay me so I didn't have to move.
I looked at her back. "My alarm didn't go off. Is our client here?"
She perked up. "Not yet, he called and said he'd be late."
"Okay, I am going to set up. What was the client's name?"
"Mr. Doug Lathrop is his name. Isn't he running for City Council or something?"
Immediately, I froze. I texted Amber right after I sat down at my desk. Mr. Lathrop was at the party in question and he would have the most to lose. So why do a photo shoot when the election is about seven months away? Maybe this was a social picture something. It was then I heard my door chime.
"Hello, I am here for my appointment."
There stood a man dressed in a dark business suit with two other guys on either side of him. I reminded myself that I had to play like I didn't know him. I tried to play it cool as I walked forward.
"Hello, Mr. Lathrop. My name is Charles Washington. So what kind of pictures are we doing today?"
He acted as if he didn't know me, or maybe he didn't. As I started shooting pictures I was sure would be in the next reelection campaign, I started thinking about the irony. Here sat Doug, the Thursday Daddy according to Amber's spreadsheet, while one of his employees is getting ready to bang Amber in a few hours. It was almost like a setup.
It was three hours later before Mr. Lathrop saw the proofs of the pictures we took and we agreed that I would send them to his receptionist. As I escorted him out the door, he handed me a business card and smiled. I looked at the business card and saw on the back that there was something hand written. It said Friday, 8:00, Dan's Place. I had to think about it for a moment before I thought to call Dan.
