Riley collapsed flat on her bed. She covered her body with the sheets not having strength to stand and wear clothes.
Sleep washed over her as she had experienced a lot of orgasms.
"Wake up!" She felt a hand nudged her, and her eyes flew open.
Rebecca, the old woman she had met the day before was standing before her.
Her face was dead. She neither smiled or laughed.
She rubbed her eyelids waiting for her to reveal the reason why she was there.
"The Mistress sent you a dress. You need to be ready before 7." She paused and flicked her gaze over to the clock.
It reads 6 pm.
Riley remembered Valentine's words that promised she was going to eat her out again tonight.
She jumped down giggling.
"The dress?" She placed her hand out in the air.
As she had noticed before, there was something weird about the way, she looked at her but she didn't care.
"It's over there," she shifted her gaze over to the box that sat on the vanity chair.
Riley hummed and rushed to the bathroom.
Her eyes grew wider as she noticed new ladies stuff in the bathroom. Different flavors and companies.
It was as if Valentine had prepared before hand.
She washed up and came out with a towel.
Rebecca was gone.
Thank God!
She picked up her box.
Her jaw dropped at the brand name, 'Hermés.'
The box almost fell off her hand out of excitement.
This was fucking expensive. A single piece of scarf costs more than 5,000.
And she knew that because she liked it on a model's post and wanted it just for her to discover it's above her tax bracket.
Only God knew how much that outfit would cost!
Holy. Fucking. Hell!
Her gaze dropped to another yellow box beside it from the same brand.
Her ex's boyfriends mom was fucking rich.
She was fucking enjoying this.
Suck my ass, Mia! She groaned into the air.
She opened the first box and pulled out the dress.
It was a red shimmering dress with spaghetti straps and corset upper design. There was a long slit that would probably stretch up to her waist.
A letter fell from the box.
She picked it up and read,
'Make sure to wear no panties. Your mommy.'
Riley's pussy clenched at the words.
Was she going to get fucked under this gown?
The thought alone made her pussy clench harder against nothing as she dripped wet against her thighs.
Her breath hitched as arousal flooded her core, nipples hardening against the towel
Fucking hell!
She used her thumb and wiped the wet slick that dropped to her thighs and licked off her fingers.
''mmhh," so fucking sweet.
She moaned against her fingers.
The corner of her eyes caught the clock.
6:30.
Oh shit! She had to hurry.
She didn't fantasize further and wore the dress.
The length stretching over the floor and the slit barely stopped above her waist line.
She sat beside the mirror and stared at herself.
She was so fucking pretty and she knew that.
But years of stress and poverty made her feature demean.
She didn't even have make-up to wear.
A bad thing for a lady. Especially now, she was heading somewhere with Valentine.
She sighed, her shoulders dropped as she just did her best.
She arranged her hair in up- do style and let just a few strands fall over her face.
She curled her eyelashes with a lash curler and applied lip gloss.
She looked better now.
It was 6: 55 now.
She walked to the door and pulled it open.
Her eyes locked with black ones. Valentine's.
Her heart stuttered slightly at the unexpected encounter.
"I see you're all dressed up." Valentine's voice dropped low as she stepped in slowly, her heel shoes crossing over each other as she walked.
Riley couldn't take her eyes off Valentine.
It looked like she was a character drawn out of a webtoon comic.
She was too fucking perfect.
Riley's breath caught in her throat, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs as she drank in every inch of Valentine's body.
Valentine wore a black off - shoulder body con dress.
Her huge round breasts spilled over her dress, waist cinched and her curves below were prominent.
She had a big ass.
Riley's mouth watered, utterly mesmerized by the raw power and sensuality radiating from her mommy.
She was so fucking seductive and she wanted nothing more than to go on her feet and worship her.
She didn't even care about her injured knee. As a matter of fact, it didn't hurt anymore and as long as it was Valentine she was kneeling down for she didn't give a fuck!
"Mommy..." The words left her lips before she could stop it.
"Yes, baby? Do you love your presents?" Valentine asked with a smirk as she watched Riley drooling at her sight.
She knew she was a fucking piece of insane disaster. Many other ladies, from all calibers, models, billionaires etc all wanted a taste of her.
She was so used to it that she didn't have time to enable a lady.
But now, her eyes were on Riley. She was going to use her to stupor.
After all she had all the money in the world to give Riley.
Riley bobbed her head up and down, "They are so pretty and expensive, mommy. You've spent so much money on me already, thank you."
"No need to thank me, yet. I still have to make good use of that mouth of yours." She walked past her and plopped down on her bed.
She stretched her legs wide open, placing both her hands on the bed.
Riley swallowed hard, tongue itching for a taste as she licked her bottom lips.
"Do you want this?" Valentine asked teasingly.
"Yes, mommy. I want your pussy in my mouth. I want to eat it." Riley's voice was broken, her tone needy and hot.
"Then crawl and stuff this wet cunt on your face, toy."