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Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 01

By: spoilmwhole



This story is a five chapter series of a four day trip in Vegas. Chapter 1 is the 1st night in Vegas, Ch. 2 the third night in Vegas, and Ch. 3,4, & 5 are about a sex party on the last night. It is long but I hope worth it. Kurt and I were lovers with a taste for bdsm, but that was all before. If it matters, I really am early 30s, 5'7" fairly athletic tight body, with long straight black hair, and green eyes. Kurt is a few years older, athletic, 6', 180 lb., brown hair and eyes. 

*

We arrive separately. Kurt gets into Las Vegas an hour before dusk, an hour before me. Just thinking about touching him again keeps me on a sexual edge as I wait for my plane to touch down. My mind is swimming in kinky thoughts of our Vegas hotel room a few years prior. He watches me get off the plane and he's as cute as I remember. His sexy smile greets me in the terminal as we pull together into a hard embrace. My skirt rides up my thighs when our hips mash as my arms wrap over his broad shoulders. In only a few minutes were in a cab, on our way to the hotel.

As we exchange small talk in the cab, both of us our high on all the sexual anticipation. "I want you right now," Kurt whispers in my ear and kisses my neck. With his fingers, he combs my long raven hair out of my face and he comments on how he's missed my green eyes. I slide my hand along his leg almost touching his crotch, but ignoring the erection pushing against his belt. 

As the cab pulls in front of the hotel, we decide to check our bags at reception and go to the hotel's bar. Or else we know we would be in the room for the night. The plan is to tease each other. Draw out our appetites as far as they will go. The bar is only a third filled, we find a quiet table. We sit across from each other and do our best to cool down. A young, handsome, very tan waiter dressed in a neat white uniform approaches. We order two frozen margaritas and two shrimp cocktails. Before we know it the evening has worn on, we've been bantering and catching up. Our waiter has just delivered our fourth margarita and it is apparent to him why we have met Vegas. No longer are we separated across the table but we are now chair against chair, knee against knee against thigh. Both of us have one hand on our drinks and the other hand beneath the table. With a delicate touch, I continue to outline the erection against his leg. In turn he's been petting my mound through the sheer panties for at least two cocktail deliveries...feeling the growing moistness. 

Kurt's right arm moves lower between my thighs. I lift my ass to the edge of the chair as I look around the room. Taking him by the elbow I guide him in and his two fingers slide easily in, hot, soft, wet. Mmm. We kiss with a little tongue; and he can't help but tell me how much he's missed my pussy.

My voyeuristic side takes over as I lean back in the chair but encourage Kurt to keep fucking me with his fingers. He does, of course, unaware that the waiter has walked up behind him. My eyes lock with the waiter's, and he confidently asks, "Are you ready for the check?"

"Um, I'm not sure..." I return, while Kurt continues to work in and out of my wet pussy.

"I think I'm still hungry, Is the kitchen still open?" I ask, sounding as casual as possible.

"Uh, yes, what can I bring you?" The waiter answers, also trying to act nonchalant but yet not believing the extent of the action.

"We'll have two lobster tails, and two more cocktails," Kurt answers.

"Two lobster tails and two more margaritas," he replies, pretending to focus on his writing pad.

Taking notice of his name tag, "Can we have those out by the pool, Tom?" with a raised eyebrow, I ask, sucking off the last of margarita from the straw. 

I look decidedly at Kurt, as I close my thighs, clinching his hand into me, tight.

"I think the pool deck is closed, but I'll see what I can do." Answers Tom.

After he leaves, I lean into Kurt's ear, "Let's go for a swim." We get to our feet, as quickly as were capable. And we take each other's hand. 

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As we enter the pool deck, it is a different atmosphere entirely. With a Caribbean feel, the edge of the pool deck is studded with ground lights and tropical plants. Other than this the only light is the blue glow of the pool itself. It being after 10 and this being a medium size, but nice, hotel we are the only ones to be seen. However, the deck itself is overlooked on two sides by half a dozen floors of hotel rooms. It is quiet and all we can hear is each other breathing as Kurt pushes us next to a low wall. We're kissing furiously now, our first time in 18 months. I unbuckle his jeans and squat down to take his cock in my mouth. Grabbing it with both hands at the base, kissing and sucking the shaft and head, giving him intense pleasure. Kurt pulls me to my feet lest he cums before the main course. 

"Let's go swimming," I nod and we kiss. Kurt strips down to his white boxers with me in my matching white bra and panties. Without thinking we dive in and swim out to the middle. The cool water on our skin wakes us up from our buzz. We hold each other tight and kiss gently. It isn't long before we're against the side of the pool and my panties are sliding up and down his boxers.

"That's it, I need your pussy now," Kurt says. We climb out and make our way to a nearby lounge chair in the shadows. We arrange the chair with its back up, facing away from the pool, the bar, and the light. Kurt sits down and I kneel in the chair straddling him. Reaching under my legs, he cups my ass with his hands and pulls my pussy to his mouth. After a few teasing licks, I pull my panties to one side and he delves deep with his tongue. It isn't long before he's opened me up with long licks and is sucking on my sweet clit. Both my hands are on the top of the chair, I'm stretched and perched, my whole nipples showing through the wet white cups. I try to focus on my breathing, as I survey the bar and look up at the hotel rooms, excited that someone might be looking down at my wet frame and wondering what might be making me arch and grind like that.

It's too much, and I come down in his lap and sliding down meeting the bottom of his exposed hardness in one motion. We kiss and I taste my pussy all the way to his chin. 

It is just as good as ever. But this time we know we'll be caught. Slowly and sensuously, with my legs wrapped behind him, I play with the end of his hard cock with my open cunt, moving my hips delicately, "please don't stop," he whispers. 

"Are you sure?" I answer slyly, "Here come our drinks."

"Two margaritas, and two lobster tails." Putting them down on a side table, Tom says in a measured tone.

My brain starts rushing, 'it's not nearly as dark as I thought it was'; 'what's going to happen now?'; 'do we stop?'

I look down between us. Yes, through Kurt's boxers, jetting into me, his glistening shaft, my lips wrapping the head, and my sexy pubs peeking out of the pushed aside panties.

I answer my doubts, by closing the distance, pushing down and up, engulfing him, slowly. Yes, we're not going to stop. 

"Wow," says Tom, not three feet away, nervously watching, "this is the best tip I could ever imagine."

"The best?" Kurt replies, using his hands on my hips to grind me faster on top of him, "because I think Lily is losing her grip on the chair and could use something else to brace against." 

Tom steps next to the chair. I close my eyes and lean back and grip Tom's starched pant leg. 

Kurt and I keep going, faster, larger gyrations, he's holding me tight on his lap and I can feel us both getting close. I pull Tom closer and squeeze the outline of his hard cock through his pants. I want him to cum too but it is probably futile because we're seconds away. Tom acknowledges I'm on fire, and quickly unbuckles his pants. I pull out his hard young shaft and grip it tightly. It's too big and I'm grinding too fast to put it in my mouth and give it the attention it deserves. Kurt grabs me by the shoulders, kissing my neck, and pulling me tighter, and we climax together.

We both slowly recover our breathing, and I slowly slide off Kurt's now spent dick. Again, I'm faced with what to do with Tom. I still have one hand on the base of his cock, the head is swollen, and I'm not letting go. Confused, if this is round two I'm not sure if I'm ready. Sitting in the far end of the chair I look up at Tom. 

"Did you not want your drinks?" says Tom now confident in his part. I take a look at the tall drink and take a sip. Then I get a nasty idea. I bend his long shaft down all the way to the bottom of the tulip glass displacing out half the drink. Tom gasps from the freezer effect. I reply a condescending "aww." And then with my hot tongue I proceed to warm him up. Still wrapping my right hand around the bottom third of his cock I begin to explore his body beneath his clothes with my left hand. 

All Kurt can do is come up behind me, cradle me, and touch me while I pleasure this young stud with my hands and mouth. Kurt can't help but stroke my cum-soaked pussy lips and enjoy the show. Kurt reaches over to the food platter and dips the lobster in the melted butter. Then offers me a bite, holding it out above Tom's cock. I take a hearty bite. "Mmmm. Delicious. Thank you." I smile.

"You're welcome." Kurt says. With my back momentarily turned, Tom asks Kurt if he can fuck me as welll. Kurt nods approvingly. Tom scoops me up and directs me to a nearby table. I spread my feet, bend over the table ass up, palms and elbows down. To show my need, I raise to the balls of my feet, arch my back and slowly twist my heels outward. My pussy glistens from behind. Tom grips my ass, apart, and pushes halfway in. Slowly he begins to rock into me. I'm not sure if I can take all of it but I'm so wet now. Then faster. Harder. I reach back and grab the edge of the table to keep from being thrusted off the far end. Tom pulls out and I roll over facing him. He puts my long legs over shoulders. He penetrates me even deeper now. 

I look around for Kurt wondering if he might like to be sucked. But he's enjoying just watching Tom fuck me so hard. I don't know if they realize, but I've cum twice in this position. My head is swimming in pleasure, oblivious that I am fucking in a public place. 

For Tom's last move, he lifts me up, still mounted on his length, and carries me to a nearby fence. There we are fucking standing up. Or, at least he's standing. All Kurt can see in the shadows is me gripping the top of the fence, pushing down, pushing back, pushing deeper. Tom cums with a loud verbal release. 

I come to Kurt comes through the shadows, still wearing my bra but now carrying my panties. I take small steps to Kurt. I touch my swollen pussy lips and smile at Kurt. He's on the diving board at the dark end of the pool -- but still brighter than where we were. "Are you ready to go to the room?" I ask. 

"Umm. Maybe." He's eating lobster and touching his swollen cock at the same time. I take a bite of the lobster and a sip of margarita. I sit on the board, kiss his shoulder, and gently squeeze his cock. We start to kiss, and kiss. This is different, more risky than before. We are in Vegas after all. 

"Someone will see us." I say.

"Someone will see us." Kurt answers. 

"There's one." Kurt says as Tom approaches.

I turn on the diving board to face Tom, but with your butt nestled against Kurt's cock. I attempt small talk with Tom, "So what is there to do in Vegas?" 

"Besides this?" Tom answers.

"Aahhh, yeah." I say, but it is no use. This is going to happen again. Tom leans in for a kiss, but I have my defenses up now. "I'm afraid I'm going to fall off this diving board." 

"But we're not even over water yet." Kurt answers. 

"I bet you could stand on this thing" Tom says encouragingly. I'm not sure where this is going but you're getting turned on again as well.

I am now wedged, standing, between Tom and Kurt as they remain sitting, and edge closer to me. Tom starts kissing around thighs and my pussy while Kurt starts kissing the supple cheeks of my ass. I balance myself with a hand on each of their heads. Kurt takes the remaining margarita and drenches the small of my back with the half melted concoction. Like me and Tom before, I wince but Kurt shows no sympathy as he licks the ice mixture from the crack of my ass. My breath is quickening again as two tongues lick deeper and deeper. Before long my hands are on the back of their heads encouraging them to go deeper. Tom is now virtually holding me up with the flat of his tongue on the roof of my pussy and Kurt's tongue is lapping my tequila flavored crack and hole. I'm so fucking open now. I want everything, now. My knees go weak and I collapse between them. Tom pulls me forward and I mount him. Kurt's hard as granite behind me. I lean down and pour the rest of the melted butter on his cock for lube and then stroke it in. He finds my asshole with his erection and I slowly sit back on it. Back and forth I shift, trying to accommodate both of them. This feels better than anything I've experienced before. I bounce unapologetically. Pushing the posts inside me from side to side and front to back. A flutter of light catches my eye and I look up at the hotel balconies. I notice at least two couples on balconies about 75 yards away. Fuck it, I think, there is no possible way I'm stopping now and I increase my cadence. 

Tom pulls out for a second, allowing Kurt and I to lie back on the board. Kurt's back is on the board and my back is on his chest. The only trick now is that we are both over the water. Tom crawls out slowly and enters my soaked pussy. Tom's arms straddle the board and us. As he starts to work up a rhythm, the hard cocks become stimulation overload. I want to cry out but I'm afraid more people might come to watch. The diving board starts to bounce, slapping our bodies faster and faster together. My own orgasm building, Kurt let's go of the board and pulls my hips tight. "I'm coming baby!" Kurt notifies as his seed explodes up my ass.

My body starts to convulse like mad, then Tom starts. Together we bounce off the board. Come apart and splash into the pool! At 10 seconds, I stay under the longest, still spasming, with both hands I grip pussy and ass and try regain my composure. As I come up I hear some faint clapping in the background, as I reach the edge of the pool and pull my naked body from the water, what sounds like a dozen more people start clapping gratuitously.

Tom exits the other side of the pool. "Now we should go to the room," I say and Kurt agrees. We curl up on the bed, the clean sheets, and the rest of night try to recount our first Vegas experience. 

Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 02



This story is a five chapter series of a four day trip in Vegas. Chapter 1 is the 1st night in Vegas, Ch. 2 the third night in Vegas, and Ch. 3,4, & 5 are about a sex party on the last night. It is long but I hope worth it. Kurt and I were lovers with a taste for bdsm, but that was all before. If it matters, I really am early 30s, 5'7" fairly athletic tight body, with long straight black hair, and green eyes. Kurt is a few years older, athletic, 6', 180 lb., brown hair and eyes. 

*

It is our third night in Vegas or our second to last night of our four nights together. Since our exploits by the pool Kurt has treated me to almost all that Vegas has to offer. This night we are pretty exhausted from taking in all the garish sights. We have just come back from dinner and decided to have a nightcap in the bar. Kurt looks great, as do I. I have on a sexy black shoulder less dress and black strappy heels. Kurt's wearing a dress shirt and blazer.

As we drink our mixed highballs we are getting hot for each other once again. Kurt hasn't been inside my pussy since 11 am, almost 12 hours ago, and we are both beginning to ache. Sitting at the low-lighted lounge bar, he caresses my thighs as we people watch. There is one couple in particular sitting at the opposite end of the circular bar who seem intent on starring at us. He is rugged looking with darker features and she is more than attractive, and by all accounts they having a good time. The woman, about 30 and with short blond hair cut distinctively to outline her pretty face and with a satin black choker necklace to match, has a hard time sitting still and is obviously amused about something. Their constant glances could be considered a little rude if it wasn't for our returned curiosity. 

While focused on us the man leans in and whispers something in her ear. Without a hint of self-consciousness she in turn takes her left hand from around her wine glass and drops it below the bar in his direction. 

"Do you believe this?" I remark. Impulsively, my hand already below the bar, demurely reaches over and grabs Kurt by the belt. We both glance around the room trying not to stare. When we look back at our compatriots they are still looking straight across at us. From the extension of her arm it is obvious they are beyond the light petting stage.

"She is stroking his cock." I exclaim. 

"If only you would do that for me." Kurt replies.

"You know I would do that for you," kissing him on the cheek.

"And for him as well, no doubt," Kurt smiles.

"It does seem like she has her hands full." I answer as I casually get up and start walking around the side of the bar. I don't make eye contact with them but instead drop a quarter in a slot machine sitting behind the couple. My clingy dress compliments the curve of my back and tight ass. Just as casually, I walk back around the bar stealing a glance at the couple. 

"Any luck?" Kurt asks.

"No, I lost." 

"The nights not over," he answers, "let's go to the room. Could you see anything?" Kurt asks as we walk to the elevator.

"Only that her hand was inside his pants wrapped around his cock tight."

As we step into the elevator and the doors close a voice yells for us to hold it. I press the button and our friends from the bar step onto the elevator. Instead of standing together, they stand on either side of us. They are dressed more casually than us both in jeans. Her jeans are of the low-rider variety, which show a little mid-drift. His jeans while not tight cannot hide the fact that less than 60 seconds ago he was being pleasured hard.

"My name is Mike and this is my wife, Sue"

"Kurt."

"Lily." 

"This is honeymoon, fourth, in Las Vegas."

Kurt puts his arm around my waist and I do the same to him. I answer, "Yeah, it seemed you two were enjoying yourselves in the bar." 

"Oh, were just getting started. I have a big hot night planned for my little puppy." Mike adds. "Show them how ready you are."

Sue lazily leans back against the wall and seductively pops apart the top two buttons on her jeans and reaches into them with her right hand to her bald pussy and starts to stroke it. I flex my thighs to feel my pussy. We're speechless, we feel surrounded by them and can't grasp where they think this might lead in an elevator. Full of confidence, Tom unloads "Kurt and Lily, I ask you both, Is there anything sexier than a submissive touching her pussy, except maybe one being double-penetrated on a diving board?"

We both feel a spike of adrenaline and our fuck or flight responses kick in. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." Kurt says as the elevator door dings for our floor. I look at Sue as she smiles seductively at me, continuing to rub her pussy and arch her back against the wall. Our fingers interlock, as Kurt pulls me out of the elevator. "We'll take a rain check." I say not looking back.

Kurt fumbles for the room key as I hold him from behind and look up and down the hall. Once in the room, we are both deeply affected by what just took place and the bottle of wine we had at dinner. We kiss together repeating how crazy it was. Then Kurt pushes us apart. "Take off your dress." he commands. Yes, I've been waiting for this. While looking at him, I quietly pull it off my shoulders and push it to the ground. Standing there in black bra, panties, and heels, with my hair up, I'm all powerful and powerless. Standing six feet apart, Kurt takes off his sport coat and slowly slides out his belt.

We fall into our dom and sub roles like the ones we just left behind. "Turn around." I comply. "On your knees." I comply again. "Crawl to the chair and pull the cushion off with your teeth, then put your head on it on the floor, with your ass up. Do you understand?" Kurt says still holding the belt behind me.

"Yes." I say excitedly, knowing somewhat, how forceful Kurt can be. Slowly I crawl away from him, arching my back, making my panty covered ass look as delicious as possible for him. Then with my ass up and my head down, he pulls my arms back, slipping the belt around my middle and arms and tightens it, locking my wrists to my sides.

"How many?" Kurt commands.

"20 please." I answer submissively. This is the first time he's spanked my bottom in three years and I'm aching to remember the sting. He finds a flaw in my panties and uses the small whole to rip them in half, but leaving the elastic bands in place to frame my ass. 

"Don't move." The first blow is not gentle. He feels possessed and dirty by the elevator exchange. And I am ready for my ass to be the object of his aggression. Smack!

"Thank you." I wiggle for more. Smack! "Thank you." Smack! "Thank you" When we reach 20 we are both breathing heavier. 

"Knees further apart." Kurt commands. With his hand between my legs and from behind, he cups my pussy. I arch and push against him hoping to be penetrated. If my ass did not enjoy the spanking my slick pussy feels otherwise. "Good girl." he says. He gets behind me and pulls his cock out through the fly in his dress pants. He leans down, touching my feet still encased in my black heels. Admiring my red ass, he lines up my swollen cock, the head barely penetrating and stops there for 10 seconds waiting for my reaction. "Please fuck me." I say timidly with a great deal of need.

He says nothing but slowly fills my pussy. He puts his hands on my sore ass and starts to fuck me. Faster. God, I'm wet. I'm breathing quickly as he pounds me from behind. With both hands he squeezes and pulls the belt and me tighter against me, riding me, bucking me, from behind. Kurt pulls my head off the cushion, upright, leaning back against him. He's squeezing my throat with both hands, making me more desirous than ever to please his cock. The only body part of mine that I can control is my soar ass and I'm banging it down in his lap. After fucking down hard, my body becomes more deliberate, feeling every inch of him. I'm now grinding my wet cunt, pushing his pole around inside me. He holds me tight and we climax, quaking, with only beads of sweat and cum between us. 

Still clothed he collapses on top of my naked body, then slowly unties me and removes my heels. When we can move, we make our way to the bed. We giggle as we take off the rags that were my panties. I pull his shirt over his head and kiss his chest sweetly. Slowly we make love under the covers and fall asleep in each other's arms. 

In the morning Kurt wakes first. He nestles his way down my body and starts to kiss around thighs. Slowly I get a sense of his intentions and open my thighs while still half asleep. He gently kisses and licks my lips until he finds my clit. Slowly he licks and sucks me until I cum. I close my legs and fall back to sleep contented.

I only wake late in the morning when he returns with breakfast. After we eat, he moves to me and kisses me passionately. I want his cock but he has other ideas. "I want our last night to be special." He wants to control your desire, he explains, to make you wait like the first night. And make our last night something memorable, intense. I agree to put myself in his hands, to follow his every sexual command. We eventually make our way to the pool. We sun ourselves, swim, and relax. Occasionally, while lounging Kurt slides his fingertips across my skin, my neck, my nipples, stomach, and thighs. Several times I ask if we can go to the room. He punishes me by having me, beneath my bathing suit, lightly stroke my clit just short of enough. 

About six pm we're back in the room and we take a long luxurious bath. Kurt rubs down every part of your body but resists penetrating my very ready pussy and ass. We dress for dinner and head to the elevator. But instead of heading down to the lobby, Kurt presses the button for the top floor, then remarks, "We've been invited to a party. I saw our friends from last night when I was getting breakfast. They said there was going to be a buffet and entertainment." 

"They say anything else?" I reply excitedly grabbing his arm.

"Only that it will be going all night and that they've made a number of friends here the past four years." 

Holding hands tight, my skin feels hot, as we walk the hall down to the double doors of the suite. "We're really doing this?!" I comment. Kurt reaches out to knock on the door. I stop him, and push him up against the wall, I hold his face in my hands and slide my tongue into his mouth. With my short skirt, I straddle his leg, his hands on my ass, push my mound tighter against him.



Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 03



"Are you ready Lily? Can you show me that you want this?" Kurt questions me.

I smile and nod. He switches places with me, pushing me against the wall. His hands are tight on my arms, he turns me around. I push my ass back for Kurt. He reaches under my skirt and rubs my white low-cut silk panties against my pussy. He pulls the waist band of my panties just under my ass, but leaves them on to give me a nasty distraction. 

Kurt knocks on the door and our hosts open it. They give us a warm hug hello. Mike is dressed in black pants and a fine black shirt and Sue is wearing what looks like her husband's tux shirt that barely covers her ass, with gray stockings and matching heels. We knew they were an attractive couple in the elevator but now we are blown away. Sue only 5'3," walks with the confidence of a beauty on a runway. Mike is more than handsome with blue eyes, chiseled features, and broad shoulders. At this point, there is nothing that they could ask us to do with which we wouldn't readily agree. 

The suite is amazing. The word penthouse would be a more apt description. They bring us over to the bar and a handsome bartender with long blond hair pours us all a chilled vodka shot and a beer. They explain that the fifteen or so guests went to an early show and should be arriving shortly. They loosen us up by offering us another shot and an apology, "I hope you weren't embarrassed by how forward we were last night," says Sue, "All we really wanted to do is invite you to this party." Then they offer us drugs, and we both willingly chew on enough mushrooms to keep us flying for half the night. 

They continue the tour, sort of. We walk by a dark alcove that leads to a low lit circular room surrounded on three sides by tall windows overlooking Vegas. Three women in robes and a black guy in matching sweats are all talking in a huddle. "They're here to help keep the party moving," says Mike. Sue and I pair off and stay in the kitchen area, and Mike and Kurt return to the bar. All the snacks are prepped but not set out. I already have a nice buzz on and am very excited about this party's potential. 

"Can you help me tonight with the party? I mean are you up for that?" Sue asks, playing with the bottom hem of her shirt.

"Of course, anything I can do." I reply.

"I was counting on five servers, but..."

"No I want to help, anything." I answer smiling but a little confused.

"Awesome. I was hoping you'd be up for it." replies Sue. She takes me by the hand and to a second foyer, one in the middle of the suite. On either side of the foyer is a narrow table against the wall. "Are you ready, Taylor?" Sue asks the very cute half-naked woman with long brown hair sitting on one of the tables. The woman nods and lays back on her right side on the table with her hand under her head. Taylor is wearing black boy panties and black choker to match and nothing else. "Help me make this look right, Lily." We're surrounding Taylor with plates of gourmet food with an Italian theme. We lay down a colorful plate of grilled veggies and an antipasto near her tight tummy and Brazilian mound. There are profiteroles and biscotti along with a chocolate sauce and strawberries closest to her full breasts. Taylor's body is perfectly lit, from the arc of her hips down her shapely legs. We outline her body with garlands and flowers. "You look amazing, Taylor." Sue offers. She does look hot, if not typical. "O.k. Lily, are you ready?"   

Before I can say no, Sue hugs me from behind and is pushing me against the other high table, bending me over it. I feel her hand reaching under my skirt. "Having a hard time keeping your panties on, Lily?" she teases, while reaching in and rubbing my wet slit. I close my eyes and bite my lip. "You're going to look so fucking delicious," Sue whispers in my ear. I decide I want this and try to climb on the table but Sue is not done exploring my pussy with her hand. I haven't cum all day and she's finding my g-spot with two fingers. Just when she knows she has me though she cuts me off. I pull myself up on the table. Sue helps me out of all of my clothes but leaves my panties dangling on my thighs. I lie back, mirroring Taylor on the opposite table. Sue is building in the food around me. 

I'm more of the fresh baguettes and imported cheese table. Except for my strappy heels, and panties, I lie naked on my left side. Sue adds long loaves and a cutting board in front of my legs. By my torso are dishes of olives, olive oil, balsamic, assorted other dips, and bruschetta topping, and by my head, grapes and toast points. Sue explains that I should make the bruschetta with my right hand and offer it to the guests. On the inside of my left thigh Sue pours shaved parmesan so guests can dip their bread. Before she leaves she puts my right heel flat on the table so my right leg will be bent, my panties stretched, contrasting my tan legs, and exposing my pussy. 

"Wow." Kurt says as he enters the room, "You redefine the word, centerpiece." Taylor smirks. 

"If you're trying to make me feel more self-conscious, you can't." I reply reaching out for Kurt to give me his mixed drink. I take a sip and keep it. He asks me if the mushrooms are kicking in and I'm realizing they are. Kurt wants to dip off my thigh, but I make him wait until the guests get the full view. Guests are walking in as Kurt crosses the foyer to eat off of Taylor. 

Sue beats her guests to the foyer, stands ready to receive them, and then throws off her shirt. She's wearing garters to match her stockings and shoes, and nothing else, unabashedly displaying her perky breasts and waxed pussy. As she turns away from me I can't help but notice that for a petite girl she has a perfectly rounded ass. "Sue you've out done yourself." As they enter, Sue points them to either side buffet and to the bar. Most of the men and women are dressed in full evening attire. The men look rather GQ in fine sport jackets and the women are in sexy dresses showing a fair amount of skin. The guests are ravenous. Men are tearing into the loaves, dabbing the virgin oil and then my thigh as natural as can be. Like a good servant, I'm spooning the toppings onto the toast points. Some men and women want me to feed them directly. Sue is helping some the women to drop their dresses and show off their lingerie. The guests are taking their time at my buffet, running their fingers down from my right knee, over my naked hip while they make small talk with me.

If the guests are kind enough to tease my thigh or run the back of their fingers across my stomach then I return the flirtation. I'm there and not there, only talking when being directly addressed. "Yes, thank you for playing with my nipples. Can I touch you?" I'll inquire as I'm using my fingertips to find their package in the front of their pants. With a few of the men I can't help but use my palm with when I'm finding a growing bulge. These men are returning the favor by petting my mound and touching my clit as we make eye contact. I'm looking across at Taylor and there's a female guest licking chocolate sauce off her calf. 

I feel a finger dip into my pussy and I look up at a strikingly, sexy woman. With gorgeous dramatic white facial features, she has a tight auburn ponytail and with the look of a dominant in her eye. While stirring my insides with her middle finger, with a Texas drawl she introduces herself as Ms. Jess, the head entertainer, "Your pussy is so nice and wet, Lily. Is that all for me?" My heart quickens, as she excites my head and pussy. Only the body in front of me can pull off the leather strappy outfit she is wrapped in. It tightly crisscrosses her model's frame like a bikini with a couple extra straps for effect. She sports a tasteful lattice arm tattoo across each bicep. With the heels on her matching knee-high boots she is six feet of self-confidence. "Lift your head." She drawls as she's slipping a black leather collar around my neck and fastening it! "You're going to fit perfectly, honey." 

She helps me off the table and I somehow feel like I didn't get the memo that I have been assigned to her. She wraps her arm under my arm and guides me to the bar area like two old friends. With the mushrooms fully kicking in, I'm glad to get the help walking on my heels. Ms. Jess, "You know when Sue told me that we would have a girl here who took two cocks at once on a diving board in a semi-public place. I said to myself 'now there's a girl I can use.'" We stop in the hallway and she directs my chest against the cold tile wall. She holds me there by pushing on the center of my back. Leaning in close she whispers, "Am I wrong, Lily? Being on display, and being good little servant is making you hot." I'm nodding while breathing deeply. Inches from my face, she holds up an already lubed pare shaped, silver anal plug with a fake emerald jewel as a stopper, to match my pretty green eyes she explains. Instinctively, I stick my ass out, move my feet apart, push my panties down my thighs, and separate my ass with my hands. As Ms. Jess, slowly, lovingly, twists it in my tight ring she coos "Goooood girrrlll." I feel the cold spike pop into place. Turning me around, Ms. Jess kisses me deep, and pulls my French-cut panties up, playfully wedging them in. 

Ms. Jess brings me into the bar. There are about ten well-dressed men in groups of three and four, no women. Ms. Jess pulls my hair into a pony tail as I check out the room. With a quick kiss, Ms. Jess pinches my nipple hard to get my attention, "To serve!" turns and walks away. Totally conspicuous and loving it, I'm walking in my strappy heels, cute panties, collared, with the ornament churning in my ass. My nipples are hard and I try and ignore all the handsome men as I casually make my way to the bar and order a drink from the cute bartender. He's not that busy and though he's obviously straight he's totally indifferent that my nipples are standing at attention for him while he pours me a drink. With a margarita in my hand, I lean with my back to the bar, elbows behind me. Seemingly, the men are ignoring me as well while in deep conversations. First, I run the cold glass slowly across my skin, receiving little attention. Many crazy scenarios run through my mind as minutes go by unfulfilled. With my middle finger, I stroke my clit through the silky fabric releasing some of my need.

Two men finally break away from a conversation and lean up against the bar on either side of me. They look like twins, both tall, dark suits, military style haircuts, and humorless. "You're here to serve, correct?" the man on my right says in my ear, "then why are you touching your pussy?" I take my hand away but don't look at him.

"Your panties, take them off," Says the one on my left. I slowly push them down. "Now hand them to me." I take them from my ankles. The man on my right begins running one hand roughly up and down my torso. While the other folding my panties tightly on the bar continues his diatribe, "You've agreed to give pleasure here tonight, correct? And then I see you touching your pussy like a slut in heat." In my high state I have no idea to the extent of this rabbit hole, but I squeeze my thighs together hoping to feel my clit. They move closer, pinning my arms behind me on the bar. They each have one hand on my body, rubbing my mound, pinching my nipples, gripping my neck. They are talking only to each other now and I am just their play thing, "Feel how wet this slut is, she loves it..." 

They're right, I do. I suck on their thick fingers before they jam them into my pussy, "Thank you, thank you." I whisper. 

"I told you your body is for our amusement, not yours. Shut this slut up." One brother holds my panties up to my face. I take the silk roll in my mouth like a good submissive and moan into the cloth only half for affect. It tastes like my pussy and earthy parmesan. I'm squeezing the plug in my ass, holding my pussy out. A small crowd gathers, as they both stretch my pussy hard with their fingers. One man comes across the circle squeezes my nipple and attaches a painful clip, then moves back to watch it bounce. I've never been used so callously, with so many watching, and all I can think about is if I'm pushing my hips out enough and how hot my body looks angled on the bar. Feeling through their pants both their hard cocks against my hips, I'm breathing deeply through my nose. I don't know if I'm allowed to cum but I need to more than anything. I notice Mike as one of the onlookers and he's making a toast to the party. The brothers on either side of me grab their drinks on the bar, abruptly abandoning my pussy and any kind of support. I close my knees and fall to the floor. With glasses raised all around me, I'm on my hands and knees, head down, with mixed emotions, trying to recover but still needing to cum. 

After the toast, I begin to crawl away hoping to go unnoticed, the shiny ornament adding to my indignity. Serendipitously perhaps, I crawl right into Mike's legs. He leans over and takes the panties from my dry stretched mouth. He continues his conversation with three other men while I remain frozen, naked on all fours at their feet. Finally, a man next to Mike squats down and quickly pours his cocktail into my mouth. It's strong but quenching, I swallow quickly as some of it runs down my chin. He stands back up in front of me and unzips his fly. Maybe for the first time I admit to myself all that's expected, that I am there to be used, utterly and completely, a slave. 

With no further encouragement, I'm reaching into his dark suit pants, pulling out his swelling cock with my hands, and sucking it into my mouth. Taking my time, kissing the length, taking long licks on his shaft, a naked slut at the feet of four fully dressed men yet I feel invisible. I see the pant fly to the suit on my right go down and I shift over as he pulls out his hard shaft. I now start sucking on this cock, taking it deep, while still stroking with my hand the one I left. I want gorgeous Mike, his cock, but I want it to be his idea. When the topic of conversation shifts from Travel to Sports, I shift over to the third suit, this time I unzip his fly like a good slut, greedy for his cock. Still on my knees I arch my ass out towards Mike, wanting him to notice the jewel holding me open, wanting him to play with me, with it. I'm getting more turned on, with their apparent indifference to me. I reach down and rub my clit and start sucking this stranger's cock harder, hopeful we can cum together.

I can't take it anymore, and begin to rub Mike with my hand through his pants. God, it feels like the real thing, thick and long. I look up at Mike while running my pouty lips back and forth on the side of the anonymous cock. Mike looks down long enough to notice my technique and green eyes, and then nods. I move over to him leaving the stranger unfinished. I unzip his fly while looking up at him, but like an asshole he pretends not to care and drinks his drink. I pull out his cock and it is just as prodigious as the rest of him, with no flaws and just as beautiful as he is. Thinking I can draw his attention I ignore his cock, lifting it up, licking his balls instead. After bathing them with my tongue and sucking long and deep each one into my mouth, with his hands insisting, he guides me to his swollen head.

Just then Sue comes in and invites everyone into the main room for a special treat. All my new lovers zip up, except Mike whose cock is attached to this greedy slut. I think Mike is as thrilled as I am. With my left hand I'm squeezing his shaft at the base and taking him in my throat. Everyone is gone from the room accept us and his wife, Sue, but I am in my own little world. They're carrying on a conversation about some party logistics. I look up at Mike making him my devotee, sucking his large straw, trying to pull the cum from his balls like pulling the cream from a bottom of a milkshake. He is overwhelmed by my oral declaration as I keep sucking and sucking. "I want to taste your cum." I say, mischievously, running my tongue back to his balls. That's enough for Sue and she takes me by ponytail, pulls me off her husband's cock and breaks our intimacy. I wait on my knees, obediently, staring at his wet perfection, wiping my chin. She holds me back until she is done talking. Then she is off to the party. I take his cock deep again, hotter than ever. But Mike is pulling me off, to my feet. In my collared lust I'm trying to climb onto his erection. 

"I really do want to be inside you Lily," he says, "but right now we should put it on hold and join the party. I have host duties to perform." Says Mike unwrapping my arms.

"Can I be one of your duties?" I reply, kissing him with tongue to trying to change his mind, "just put it inside me for a second." But his will is stronger and he takes me by the hand and leads me to the lounge.

The entire party is now in the horseshoe room. A circular couch that could hold about twenty (or about 15 having sex) encompasses the room. The floor is covered in a clear heavy duty plastic. Except for a small blue light turning in the corner of the room, the only light is hitting off a couple of the tall windows. The Smiths play in the background.

Mike disappears and as I'm looking around the room and although it's dark I am impressed by what nice bodies everyone has. There are only a few people having sex at this point and no one is in the middle of the floor yet. There are twosomes and threesomes kissing, fondling one another, and several going down on each other. I'm moving into the room my body is a buzz.

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Two women with very sexy bodies are quite naked. At the far end of the room, they are both on their knees, asses' side by side facing the room and me. They're both working the cock of the bearded black guy who was at the party from the beginning. Is he part of the entertainment? He looks more like a jolly Rastafarian than anything else. I am drawn closer. I can't help but fixate on what the women's mouths are working on, sucking on, the largest cock I've ever seen. I'm only a few feet away when I'm noticing the girls are not completely naked, they are both wearing the same leather collar as me but they both have plugs secured in their tight holes, both shaped like a jewel, one red, the other blue. I am, partly in a fog from the drinks and drugs partly filled with tantalizing lust. As the speckled lights bounce off the walls, I'm touching my pussy to remember why I'm there and that I still haven't cum.

"Lily," Kurt calls out. Startled and relieved I sit down next to him. He's sitting sideways next to Taylor and she's sliding her hand up and down his cock. In turn, he is casually using his right hand to rub her sexy mound. I hold him from behind, relieved for something familiar. 

"How are you, Lily?" asks Taylor, "having fun?"

"Definitely." I answer. 

Kurt slides to the far side of her and takes her left nipple into his mouth. I follow by kissing her full right breast. I few minutes tick by and Taylor's soft tits are just what the doctor ordered. I squeeze Kurt's hard cock. Then, breaking my growing need again, fuck! I feel my hair being pulled back, and Ms. Jess is over me, judging me, "Here's my dirty little cock sucker." She reprimands, "Sue tells me you were sucking her husband as if it was the last cock on earth."

Taking me by the collar, Ms. Jess adds, "Well, if sucking cock gets you hot, then this should have you dripping wet," while leading me over to the monster black cock. One woman has left but I join the other sexy naked female in licking the huge thing. This is the opposite of softness and intimacy, where I just was. I'm now thrust back into submissive mode and whatever turns on others. The cock is about the size of a boy's forearm, and the chocolate color is glistening with saliva, and we both take long passionate licks knowing that we're there as much for the guests' entertainment as we are to make the monster cum. The organ seems a separate entity of the giant man attached to it. I'm more turned-on watching the other pretty girl with full lips and long tongue slurp than by this task better suited to an army of whores. I want is kiss her juicy lips. We're leaving as much spit on it as we can so we can stroke the base. Sexy Lips and I are interlocking fingers at the bottom and pumping the base of it. With my hand I pet my fellow sub's mound and stroke her button. My hand dips low and I find the plug she is also forced to hold in. She returns the attention by twisting my emerald jewel. With his oversize hands, the man seated is turning our attention back to his giant dick. He's holding our heads on either side of his cock and we're sucking up and down in unison, simulating one mouth. Determined to make the beast cum, pushing hard on the underside with our tongues, were taking turns pulling the giant knob in our mouths. Sweet Lips climaxes against my hand and we meet at the top of the staff for a kiss. We're tonguing each other's mouths while polishing the end. The oversize cock pulses through my hands and drains its heavy balls with ropes of cum all over our chests. My fellow slave and I hug and we slide our sticky breasts together. 




Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 03



While still it a tight embrace, Ms. Jess comes up behind and hits her ass hard with her riding crop. She assumes a position with her head by the heel of Ms. Jess' spiked boot. But she didn't come over for that sub. She attaches the leash to my collar and holds it low to remind me that I am still a sub. I'm crawling over to an oversize octagonal coffee table in the center of the room. The table is covered in plastic but has an eyebolt sticking through the center. She's leading me on the leash to the bolt, and securing me to it, wrapping it in thirds, allowing me to lift my head only a foot. She's positioning my ass facing back towards the exit so it will be on display to the most people. She wraps a blindfold tightly across my eyes 'to raise my tactile compliance' she says. I'm more conscience of my breathing now and for the first time I'm a little scared.

Smack! A sharp, stinging pain hits my ass. "That was to get your full attention." Answers Ms. Jess sternly. 

"Thank you" I answer meekly.

Smack! "Thank you ...Ms. Jess!" Ms. Jess corrects me.

"Thank you Ms. Jess," I reply. Ms. Jess is explaining as she slowly touches my stinging ass with her hand. The hand's coolness is soothing but when she touches the marks she has just made it stings again. Kurt's spankings are love taps next to this riding crop. If I have to endure 20 of these, I'll fall to pieces. 

"So tell me, Lily, are you also an anal slut?" Ms. Jess. Smack! "Well?!!"

"Yes, yes Ms. Jess, I am an anal slut." I answer, more worried about the wrath a 'no' response might provoke on my bottom.

Smack! "I can't hear you?" Ms. Jess

"Yes Ms. Jess, I'm an anal slut!!" I declare in a voice that is sure to get some guests' attention. 

"That's better, that's all I wanted to know." Ms. Jess says in her most domineering drawl as she lightly touches my ass. I'm breathing heavier now. 'Calm yourself and breathe, Lily,' I tell myself.  

Minutes pass where nothing is happening, nothing touches me but my own burning, stinging skin on my ass. I'm putting my head on my forearms and waiting, my mind is racing with what this Dom might do. I reach between my legs with my right hand and play with my pussy. I begin rubbing my neglected clit in defiance, waiting, ass high, listening to the party carry on around me. Different than the buffet, this time my ass, my plugged ass, and wet pussy are the display, are the buffet. Through the blindfold I'm seeing speckled light spin the room. The mushrooms spin and intensify my senses. Unexpectedly, a cooling sensation hits my ass. It's a burn relief gel and all is good in the world. Ms. Jess is spreading it all over my ass. "Thank you, Ms. Jess." I wiggle my ass appreciatively. 

"You are welcome, slut." Ms. Jess works the spike from my ass, but then she pushes a bigger, rounder, well-lubed, glass one back in. Soon she starts working the widest part of the plug back and forth through my ass ring. I focus on my breathing and tell myself I can take it, my ass will stretch. I'm feeling other hands, Sue's hands, on my ass keeping it spread open. They are leaving the plug out and commenting on how nice and dilated my asshole is. With their fingers they start working to keep my hole open. Two fingers, three fingers, two fingers from each of them at the same time. I can't believe I have two people in my ass! Their fingers are feeling incredible and I am arching for more, for the on-looking guests, and because I'm a good 'anal slut.' 

I can't remember ever being stretched so well. My head is swimming from the intensity. Now, they leave me empty, holding me open. Ms. Jess leans over and whispers in my ear, "Do you want a hard cock up your ass?" I nod, not considering the monster, and softly ask 'please.' Ms. Jess pulls back my head by my hair, "I bet you do, slut. You probably want a big thick one slamming into your ass, don't you slut?" I nod repeatedly, breathless...my ass open and waiting for an answer. 

"Are you ready for me, Lily?" I'm recognizing Mike's voice. Relieved. Excited.

"Yes, yes please." I manage.

"You got to earn it." Replies Sue with a scheme in place. With that Sue is lengthening my leash to the table. Now I have three feet of freedom. I hear Ms. Jess in front of me.

"Stick your tongue out like a good girl," Ms. Jess, standing in front of me pulls the leather straps between her legs to the sides. I start licking her lips in a manner I think will please her – that would please me. Ms. Jess encourages me on with her hand on the back of my head. My nose jammed in her matted red bush. "Sue, I'd watch this one. It seems to me she's really out to earn your husband's cock. You really are an anal slut aren't you my dear." I want to yell at her 'of course, you stupid Dom, I want Mike's gorgeous cock up my ass so bad I'm sucking your sweaty pussy!' but instead I'm finding her slick walls and lapping up her flavor like a starved animal. I'm sucking on her clit. Ms. Jess holds me there gripping my hair, rubbing her cunt against my face and finishing, smugly.

Sue announces it's her turn and comes around the table, "Make love to my ass." I'm still blindfolded but I remember how cute and perfect her ass looked by the dining table. She's keeping it just out of reach of my leash. "Here you go, baby." She's backing up just enough to tease me with her crack, the tip of my tongue is grazing it. I kiss her cheeks adoringly. Smack! Jess stings my ass hard with the crop. I'm straining against the leash, pulling down on my neck. A spectator yells 'get it' and a female voice adds, 'lick that ass." I am all sexual fury, and in the moment to please our beautiful host's ass. Sue is arching her back and the tip of my tongue nicks her bud. Now, striking at it like a lizard. 'Come on' she adds her voice a little shaky, 'that's it, work that tongue up my hole, slut.' Finally she is inching back and I invade her aperture. I'm lapping at her hole. Ms. Jess rewards me from behind by palming and rubbing my wet pussy. Sue pushes back even harder against me and I'm pulling her bud into my mouth biting and sucking it. Sue shivers and whimpers as she is rocked by an orgasm. Despite being tied down and whipped, I'm feeling all benevolent. Sue turns and hugs my head against her breasts as she might a puppy and thanks me profusely. You're welcome.

"That was amazing," says our handsome host, Mike, behind me. God, I've wanted this hot man to fuck me since the elevator and now he's going to take my ass. While giving oral, I'd forgotten how open my ass is, how much I craved to have it filled. "Lean over Lily." I'm on my elbows and arching my back for my prize. I'm feeling the head of his perfect cock against my spreading hole. Inspired and grateful to our hosts, I lock my arms out in front of me and my oily frame is pushing back, inch by inch, sheathing his beautiful cock, up my greedy rectum. How long I can hold it there is another matter, I'm trying to grip it with my ass muscles but it's too big. I slide off frustrated and then try to push back again. Mike soon starts a slow, safe rhythm, however, the table is covered in oil, making it hard. Wanting, needing, this to work, I'm putting my head and shoulders down on the gooey table and reaching underneath gripping the chain of my leash but it's no use. The chain is too slippery to get a grip on. I'm still blindfolded but I hear two men coming to my rescue. They stand in front of me on either side of the table and lean forward as I'm pushing back against their chests. I reclaim my trophy. I'm feeling so full yet every nerve ending in my ass has come alive. I'm rising up and Mike is more underneath me now, squatting on the table behind me. With my greasy hands I'm sliding down the chests of the two bucks in front of me. I'm now stroking and using as balance the erection in each of my hands. The fact that I'm being watched adds to my terrific pleasure. In my drug and sexual high I imagine all eyes watching, cheering on my primal anal conquest. 

Just as I gain some confidence with my upright posture a voice whispers in my ear. "If you cum without my permission, I will beat your ass so hard you'll never sit down again," Ms. Jess threatens convincingly, pinching a bruise on my ass, "Do you understand, Lily?"

"Yes, yes Ms. Jess." I'm stammering as I sliding up and down on Mike's length. Then I hear a large vibrator humming. Fuck! Ms. Jess is holding it hard against my mound and I start to panic. Each buck is holding me under my arms, holding me upright while I squeeze their cocks. Unfortunately, I can only focus on my own pleasure and predicament. I'm feeling an orgasm building fast, I wait 15 more seconds to be sure. "Can I, Can I cum Ms. Jess?" The Dom does not answer. Fuck! I'm continuing to ride Mike at the same pace. "Can I cum Ms. Jess?" ...I'm waiting and still no answer. This is getting serious. I need to let go and cum and I need to now! I'm suppressing it as much as I can and a small orgasm rolls over me, I'm shuddering a little but Ms. Jess doesn't take notice. I ask again, "Can I cum Ms. Jess?" ...STILL no fucking answer and again I'm on the verge of cumming. My body is in shock. Unconsciously, I keep asking to cum while virtually cumming. My whole body is quaking as I'm degrading my orgasms and pushing off fulfillment. "Can I cum, Ms. Jess?" Can I cum Ms. Jess?" Can I cum Ms. Jess?" ... 'You better be fucking holding it,' is the reply. Small orgasms keep trickling out, ripping through my pussy, my middle, and my ass. I have an iron grip on the slippery cocks in my hands while I keep fucking Mike harder with my ass. The sadistic Ms. Jess presses the vibrator hard directly on my clit. Fuck permission! I'm going to cum and I'm going to cum hard. If I can't sit down for a month because of a beating it will be a guilty secret of the most intense anal fuck of my life.

I'm using the length and girth of his cock now and it feels like I'm being turned inside out. Mike gently is pushing my oily, sticky shoulders back to the table and taking over. My need to cum abates a little and I'm hanging on for me and for Mike as he is pounding my cavern repeatedly. I let go of the bucks and hug myself. My ass is sensing he is close to ejaculating. Mike floods my insides. I'm screaming with release, suffering a glorious full body spasm that doesn't want to end. A minute later I'm still shaking as Mike slips out of my ass and gently lowers my hips to the table. I'm on the table in a tight fetal position with just my leash to cling to. Ms. Jess and vibrator are gone, she was bluffing. I can hear the bucks stroking their own dicks two feet above me. One is grunting and hits the side of my face with his three streams of semen. Now the other is close and ejaculates into my hair. Still trying to find my own breathing rhythm, I couldn't care less.



Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 04



I lay there just listening for a while, to a room still on fire. I hear the beautiful sound of a woman climaxing. The party carries on but I need a time out. Someone pulls my blindfold off of my eyes. I open and find Kurt over me. I grab hold of his neck and he carries me on to an empty section of couch. He lays me on my side and lies down behind me. While spooning, I put my head on his arm. He gently strokes my torso. The oil on my body feels good as it warms. We watch a couple on the opposite couch fuck vigorously and in another spot two women lick each other deep. We say nothing at first. "It was so exciting to watch you totally uninhibited out there." Kurt says, kissing my temple. 

The mushrooms are coming in stages, my head is still flying now and then. The blond bartender, dressed now like a Chippendale in a bowtie, shirtless and black short-shorts comes by with a tray of drinks, with both alcoholic and non. We take one water and two red bull and Stoli's. As we sip our drinks and rest, Sue comes up to us and asks us if she can lie down. She lies down next to me and like a good host asks us if there is anything we need. She is sipping the drink from my hand while I consider the question. Instead of answering verbally and thanking her for her beautiful husband and his beautiful cock, I'm pulling her to us and hugging her tight. We wrap against each other. I like the way her breasts feel against mine. Her body is so soft and I'm pushing my mound against hers. Behind me I can feel Kurt's cock swelling against the cheek of my ass.

"I owe you something." Sue says, kissing me softly and deeply. She then pulls me onto my stomach. Sue is kissing down my back and starts making her way down my spine. She gets to my ass and is wasting little time. She's taking a long lick from my pussy to my tail bone, then repeats. Licking and licking the crack of my ass with the flat of her tongue. Her tongue is so soft on my raw asshole that it feels as if she has power to heal my soreness. Kurt and I are gently kissing and he is stroking my cum stained hair. Sue is driving her silk tongue deep in my reservoir and I'm feeling Mike's cum spill out.

Reaching behind me, I spread my ass with my hands. "Please don't stop. Don't stop." I beg softly, repeatedly, as she circles her tongue inside the ring, again and again. After glorious minutes of making my world spin she rolls me over and starts to work on my pussy. Kurt and I continue to kiss. She is covering my clit with her mouth and massaging my button. Her skill is uncanny. My clit has never been worked so completely. Sue knows exactly what will push me to the precipice, knowing confidently that she can bring me there again anytime she pleases. Finding every crevice with her sensitive tongue, I'm pulling her head in closer with my feet on her back. "Pleeaassse..." I'm begging, but by the time I've finished the word she has me cumming hard, my center spasms and I fight off curling into a ball. The incredibly sexy woman still between my legs knew what I needed before I did. I pull Sue's pretty face that is covered in my juices up to me and thank her sincerely. 

"You're welcome."

After Sue slides away, off to be a good host somewhere else no doubt, Kurt and I make a bold move to leave this den of inequity and find a bathroom. The rest of the suite is only a little brighter that the orgy room. Naked and hand in hand we find a bathroom almost as big as our hotel room. Kurt pees first and then I do. Kurt turns on the marbled walled shower. At first I'm a little hesitant. My knees are a little shaky as the mushrooms are on the decline. We climb in and right away the hot water feels amazing on my tight, oily encrusted body. Kurt rinses my skin and my hair and we hold each other like old lovers. Kurt unbuckles the collar from around my neck. He massages my neck before kissing my open mouth. I'm soaping Kurt's swelling cock and stops me, holding my hand there. Kurt calms, "This night is about our sexual fantasy out there, Lily. Going further than we ever have before, making every decadence come true."

I kiss his lips and linger there, "Tomorrow, before we have to leave, let's spend the morning in bed ordering room service and making love, nice and sweetly." 

"Promise?" Kurt says while kissing me softly, suspecting that he and I, us, are part of a fantasy as well.

The wetness on our skin feels good in the hotel room air and we only towel pat ourselves half dry. We agree to go to the bar and slam back a couple of cocktails before returning to 'the room'. I tell Kurt I'll meet him there and head to the foyer to see if I can find my clothes and maybe put them where I might find them later. All I can find is my heels. I pick them up by the straps and hear a voice, "you're not leaving are you?" It's Mike. This is the first time I'm seen him naked and his body is ripped just how I imagined.

"Ah no." I stammer smiling, "I was just wondering where my clothes are."

"I have something for you to wear if you're interested." Mike, naked, offering me in a flirtatious way. I agree to check it out and he takes me to one of the bedrooms. It is a white lacy paneled corset and it's expensive looking and beautiful. I agree to try it on. I'm stepping into it and Mike starts tying the long laces in the back. While he's trying to tie I'm stepping into my strappy heels, bending over at the waist and buckling them. When I come upright, Mike continues to lace me in but I can tell he has trouble focusing. The view of my ass and pussy from behind has had the desired effect. 

"Tighter Mike, I like it tighter," I tease. Once I'm in tight, I turn to him. My tits are pushing up and together, nipples almost exposed. 

"What do you think?" I say, looking so hot and in control, I want to fuck me. He's lost for words, but he doesn't have to speak, his swollen cock says it all. "My wife tells me you have the sweetest tasting pussy." Mike says standing erect in front of me.

"This pussy?" I answer fingering my hole, "Too bad, because I need your cock not your mouth." Feeling empowered, I look around the room but don't see what I need. I grab Mike by his hard perfect cock and lead him out to the foyer. I push him back, his ass onto a cold hard marble bench. I'm taking his thick meat and lining it up with the opening of my cunt. I put my long legs around his back and begin to work him into my pussy. This is the first time I've felt in control all night, and I'm showing him all my moves. We kiss passionately like new lovers as I grind down on him, taking more of his perfect cock. He's grabbing me tighter by the corset, and I'm digging my fingernails into his back, trying to lessen my moans through the foyer. I move his hands to my throat and he gives me what I need. I wrap myself tight around him and I climax on his cock, shaking gloriously for the second time. New guests enter the main door, but Mike and I maintain being wrapped together. I slide off his sticky tool. With my hand I lift up his chin and give him a quick kiss. I want to fuck someone else in my heels and corset, on my terms, and I head for the bar.

As I enter the room with the bar I see three people and the bare-chested blond, surfer-type, Chippendale bartender. Kurt is sitting at one of the four stools, talking to a woman, and Tom!, our waiter who I had incredible sex with on the diving board of the hotel our first night in Vegas. "What are you doing here?" I enquire, excited to him.

"Having a margarita, what else?" Tom answers me reminiscently.  

I approach casually and mirroring the woman leaning back against Tom, I lean back against Kurt sitting on a high stool, "I see you've been busy," Kurt says in my ear, smiling, commenting on my corset and long absence. 

I order some drinks from the bartender and while I'm waiting for them I notice Ms. Jess' riding crop on the bar. Although my head is spinning from being a submissive, now, in the corset and having just fucked Tom so completely, I'm realizing the advantages of being in control. Fuck! I had to wait half the night to have one cock in my pussy, and with a dozen men here I'm way behind! I have a mind to pick up that crop and use it. I could start with Kurt's ass, Tom's, or the handsome blond bartender who is pissing me off by ignoring me. 

I order some drinks from the sexy bartender. He lays down four shots of tequila and four beers for me and Kurt, Tom, and Tom's friend. The bartender walks off with a tray full of drinks for the main room. 

I introduce myself to the sexy black woman leaning against Tom. She has frizzy hair with a reddish tint, and speaks with an English accent. We start with small talk about the show they went to and how they think the party is going so far. I want to see Tom's extra-long cock, the cock that gave me so much pleasure the first night, but Senegal is blocking my view. 

While we continue to chat, the bartender returns from the other room with an empty tray. I call him over. I make him wait. He's standing there with only his tight, black shorts and a bowtie on. He's holding the tray in front of his hard naked chest. I reach down with my right hand to the bulge in the bartender's shorts while continuing to chat with Tom and Senegal. I'm taking my index finger and slowly teasing his balls and then his cock through the fabric. His cock is growing while I'm asking him what kinds of rums are available. Still with only the tip of my index finger, I slowly touch the underside of the growing tent in his shorts, up and down, as he stammers to answer. 

"Mmmmm..., maybe we'd prefer some bourbon, what kind of whiskey do you have?" I ask while pulling the elastic waist from his shorts, down exposing his hairless cock and then tucking it up under his shaved balls. I have no idea whether or not this stud knew what he was getting into when he took the job, but regardless I'm going to play with him all I want. 

"C and C, umm, Chivas, Jack Daniels, Makers Mark,..." The bartender answers looking forward as I'm using my middle finger and slowly running it back and forth on just the top of his attentive exposed cock.

"Excuse me." I say to Tom and Senegal as it's becoming harder to carry on two conversations. Turning to the bartender, "You seem a little nervous," I say while squeezing and slowly pumping his cock, "maybe what you need is a little personal release," Now I'm directing his free hand there. Like a good servant he begins to pump his erection. I'm pulling his balls down and away from his body. I turn back to my guests. 

"I really enjoyed watching you being blindfolded and then being used on the table." Tom, excitedly, offers up. 

"Actually, I was using them." I reply smiling, "I wish I knew you were watching." I turn to the bartender standing by the four of us, but looking at me. I let go of his balls and take the tray from him and put it on the bar. I remind him patiently, "Eyes front," while he pumps his erection. I reach into my cleavage and pull out the nipple clamp I had been wearing. I pull on this stud's nipple with my two fingers and attach the clamp with the other hand. He winces but takes it. I kindly put my hand to the center of his bare hard chest.

"And then with you having anal with Mike, I came twice just watching you two, and Jess." Senegal adds, seemingly still turned on.

"Mmmm, Mike is so sweet, and such a generous lover." I smile, opening my thighs and now with my left hand free, touching my sticky pussy. I blatantly bring my hand up tasting Mike on my fingers as a reminder of the fuck session they didn't see. I feel Kurt's cock stiffen against my ass and I wonder if my playing with the bartender is having a similar effect on Tom's long dick. 

We chat for a few minutes more as I'm feeling the blond's heartbeat quicken against my hand. I turn back to the hard body, looking like he's about to ejaculate on my calves and I stop his hand. "You know, I think we'll..." dragging his waist band out and snapping it back into place "just have four more shots of Patron." He walks back around the bar, looking defeated, with his straining erection in his shorts.

I turn back to Kurt, spit in my hand and wrap it around his cock, giving him pleasure. The bartender pours the drinks and serves us while not looking up. I take the drinks from him and the four us throw back our shots. I pick up the riding crop and nudge Senegal to one side. Tom's cock is standing very tall in his lap. With the end of the crop, I run it the length of his tool, "Mmm," I moan and smile as if I just tasted something delicious I haven't had for a while. 

"I'll see you inside?" I confirm with Tom, Senegal, and Kurt. 

"That wasn't very fair." Kurt smiles, referring to me teasing the bartender.

"No? I'll fix it." I turn to the blond surfer stud, "Find me later." He nods, his ego still bruised.

I look over my shoulder, imagining the three hard cocks I'm leaving in my wake, popping my hips and holding the crop at my side, empowered, in corset and heels.

I reach the entrance of the room and stand tall, my feet apart, with my hands on my hips, my hair slicked back in a ponytail, surveying my options. Nothing much is happening in the middle of the room. Couples are mostly giving and receiving oral on the couches. Still sitting at the far end is the black gentleman with the horse cock. His monster is stiff and I'm recognizing Sue from behind grinding down her pussy on the knob. The sub with the red jewel still in her ass is on her knees below them using her hands, keeping it hard, while Sue bears down on it. Her nice ass is bouncing up and down but she doesn't seem to be gripping really any of it or making much progress.

I want this room. To control it. To dominate every cock at this party, with as much control as they had over me when I was pinned to the bar and on my knees. I move to a table on my left and gather some toys and stick them under my corset. Not looking back I move forward into the darkly lit room totally in charge. Lenny Kravitz is playing off the walls in the background. I walk almost to the center of the room and stand feet apart, all heels, legs, and corset. I see my first victim to my right. It's one of the men who held me and used me against the bar. He's standing not five feet from me beating his cock, trying to cum. Sweet Lips, my fellow veteran, is on her knees and he's gripping her hair tight, stretching back her neck, her open mouth and tongue waiting to take his cum. 

I come up behind his nice muscular frame, hugging him from behind, sliding my hands to his chest and pinching his nipples hard. He acknowledges it's me and let's go of the submissive and reaches back with one hand pulling me against him. That's not good enough. I bite his shoulder and slide my hand on his cock joining his hand, stroking him from behind. Now, with both hands behind him he holds me tight. When I have his confidence, I slowly lean back pulling his wrists together and handcuffing him tight. 

"Oh, you like to play," he says turning to me unafraid.

"Oh, you have no idea," I reply, smiling, in my strappy heels almost as tall as him. I squeeze his cock but push down on the swollen head with my thumb. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby, did you want to cum?" I hold him close with one hand behind his neck and with the other I continue to grip his meat and tease the head by rubbing it against my mound. "Maybe you want to fuck me?" I push his hard shaft down between my legs. He thrusts his hips against me, but I keep his cock down, not allowing him to penetrate my wet slit. "Come on, fuck me." I encourage and tease while looking him in the eyes. We stand tight together, but I keep my feet apart, offering him little friction. He won't admit defeat as he tries to rock into me, but he is becoming more frustrated with his arms locked behind him. "I know what you need." I reach into my cleavage and pull out a medium size butt plug. He's looking a little scared, but this alpha male has nothing to say. "Don't even pretend with me your ass is a virgin." I say while lubing it up with only my spit. I reach behind him and with both hands, pushing the point into his asshole and twisting it in while he's panting. "That's it, my big stud," lightheartedly, pushing it in until the thickest part, "Tell me you want it." I'm letting it slide out. My steely eyes are looking right into his running the gambit of emotions. "Tell me you want it." He tries to kiss my mouth, but I duck his insolent advance.

Now, he's aimlessly thrusting between my legs again and again, then finally admits, "Give it to me."

"What do you want?" I ask, nodding, as if talking to a moron, "You want me to fill your ass, is that what you want?" He drapes his head over my shoulder sticking his ass out. I push slow, hard and deep as he whimpers and shakes. "You can take it. You can take it." "Open. Open... Good boy." His cock is still nestled between my thighs. I'm hot and my pussy is soaked, but to let his cock in my pussy now would be to give back control. I take the riding crop that has been wedged under the side of my corset and lift it up between us, pushing underneath his cock, holding him in place. He pumps against it furiously. "Isn't this fun?" I tease. With his sensitive side of his cock fucking across the hard round cane, I have my slave just where I want him. I'm giving him just enough friction against the stick and the top of my pussy. "Faster, faster." I command. I stand closer, making him more unbalanced so if he pumps too hard, and slips out, he'll crash on his ass. When I think he's earned it, I close my legs and he sprays his seed between them. "Good boy. Good boy." When his dick stops pulsing, I squeeze out the remnants with my thumb and forefinger, and stick my thumb in his mouth. He's sucking my thickest digit clean, loving my power over him. 

I take him by the balls and lower him to the floor on his back. "Lick it up." I order, straddling his face, on my knees and facing down his body. He tentatively licks his cum from my thighs as I sink lower. "Don't miss a fucking spot, use that tongue." I demand further as I put most my weight on his face smothering him. His legs are bent and apart, the result from still having his ass plugged. I'm tapping his balls with the end of my crop. He's licking the folds of my pussy clean. "Now my ass!" and he does eagerly. I'm moving my hips around reveling in being rimmed for my second time at this party. I look around the room and notice that once again I've drawn some voyeurs. I'm hitting his legs hard with the crop for affect and grinding my asshole against his tongue. My head is swimming in pleasure, but I don't feel the need to beg this time, "Come on! If you have a three inch tongue, then I expect three inches up my ass. Do you understand?" Berating him, as I'm continually striking his balls until he's doing me perfectly, "That's it. That's it," cumming, squeezing his face with my ass and thighs.

I lean forward, letting him breathe. "Good boy." I rub his cock and balls with my hand as a reward. I'm wondering if I should let him up and uncuff him, but I'm enjoying him so much. I'm sitting upright on his chest and a different naked torso and dangling cock are in front of my face. 

"You see, we let the women be on top occasionally," snidely adds the man in front of me, the other half of the team that treated me like their bitch in the bar.

"Well, how about 'from behind,' or can you only fuck with your fingers." grinning, I reply, while setting up on all fours, taunting him. He quickly comes down on his knees behind me, but thinks twice before straddling his buddy's head.

"It has to be right here?" he asks moving slowly behind me.

"Yes, I'm afraid it may take both of you to make me cum," I answer in my bitchiest voice. I'm arching back and his cock slides into my ready pussy. He's holding my hips and corset, fucking me at a nice even pace. Although his cock isn't as big as Mike's or Tom's, it's very hard and is hitting my channel in all the right places. With my head over my first man-toy's equipment, since his hands are still handcuffed beneath him, I'm palming his balls and cock because I'm a generous Dom. I'm well on my way to cumming. I'm spreading my knees apart, lowering my hips, forcing the cock behind me over his friend's face. "Suck my clit." I demand as I start to roughly work the plug in and out of his ass. He's painting my clit with his tongue, but I shift forward making sure he's scraping his buddies shaft and balls. I'm pulling the stud's head behind me to my back, so he can have a front row seat to me now sucking his associate's cock. "Do you feel his tongue on your balls?" He's nodding while grinding into me, "Doesn't it feel good, baby?" Fucking me faster as response. I squeeze the bottom of the wet shaft, swelling the head further and point it at my target, "Put it in your mouth," these two alpha males are now connected mouth to cock. 




Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 04



As much as I want to cum, I'm sliding out from them and from their sixty-nine. I lie next to them and watch the one on top's technique. Sucking with great concentration but not deep enough to suit me, I'm pushing the back of his head down and watching him try and swallow. I'm getting on my knees, leaning over them and pushing down on either end. I want them both to swallow each other's loads deep. Straddling the top one's body, my ass on his muscular back, "Oh yeah, suck it, lick it for me." Fingering my clit, I look up and see two couples on the couch watching my show. With my free hand I slide it into this man's tight ass crack. The men, grunting and trembling beneath me, my clit finds his tailbone and I rub against it and finish. Their bodies are moving violently, as I'm cupping my pussy while digging deeper into his ass for lack of a better handle as I ride the mechanical bull. Once they calm, I stand up, look back at my work, and walk to the other side of the room.

Senegal's sexy body is at the center of a threesome. She is kneeling on the floor with her head into the couch in Tom's lap, while Kurt is on his knees fucking her from behind. I'm quite over small talk at this point and still need to be fucked. With a lack of etiquette, I'm throwing my leg over Tom's lap with my back to him. Senegal gets the idea sensing my need. She's done an excellent job preparing Tom's long cock for me, it's wet and shiny and is standing like a telephone pole. She feeds it into my insatiable pussy. I'm taking half the length in one down stroke. Arching my back and leaning back against Tom, with his hands on my corset he is pulling me deeper on his post. It is near impossible to get the whole length inside but I'm enjoying the first 8 inches. Senegal is intently watching me make Tom's cock disappear as Kurt lines up his cock to her asshole. I lean forward pulling her head to my cleavage as she concentrates and waggles her ass back on his motivated cock. Now, they're rocking together effortlessly. Because I'm watching the erotic contrast of the color of their bodies in the blue-lighted room, I'm caught off guard when I hear "Patron?"

To my right is the young shirtless bartender offering me the one shot on his tray. I hold it high before shooting back the Mexican whiskey. Before he has a chance to walk away, I pull on my dangling nipple clamp hanging from his hard chest. The skin around his nipple is stretching. I put my hands back on Tom's knees for balance while looking the boy in the face. He puts down the tray and slowly slides his fingertips into his tight shorts. He's waiting for me to either tell him to stop or say something endearing. Instead I encourage with only my eyes and my body as I slide up and down on Tom's cock. The boy's as cute as he is confused as he unwraps my present. I twist my head and sensuously crawl my lips down to the base of his swollen cock in one gulp. I grab Senegal by the hair and pull her to my center, connecting the five of us. She kisses and licks my mound like a good sub before licking my clit. As I fuck Tom faster, I'm pushing Senegal's head down to service the bottom of Tom's shaft and balls. Tom responds by pulling me down harder. Kurt is grinding into her ass, and I don't think any of us will last long at this pace. With his hands gripping my hair, the bartender is keeping my forehead pressed against his tight abs, while my throat juice reservoir on his balls. Senegal holds me tight on Tom's lap and focusing on my clit, sending me over, I tremble all the way out to the end of my limbs as I feel the two hard cocks release inside me, hitting the back of my throat and my pink walls, respectively. The boy is trying to lift off my head, but I decide to give him something more to tell his buddies about and use my fingers and mouth until I've milked his cock dry. Kurt pushes Senegal flat on the floor, pumping his cock into her ass, his hands pulling her ass apart, she climaxes with a whimper.Kurt pulls out the head of his cock and stains her tiny dark hole. 



Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 05



End

The bartender goes back to his duties and the four of us get comfortable on the couch. We're entwined naked together admiring the naked action around the room. The lights come up part way. "Ladies, Five minutes until speed 'dating'," Ms. Jess announces as she's throwing pillows around the outside of the oversize coffee table. Senegal takes me by the hand and leads me out of the room. All the women except Ms. Jess file into the bathroom. It's like a girl's club as eight naked women take turns peeing and primping. Women are splashing water on their faces, their hair, and between their legs, getting ready for I'm not sure what, but I can imagine something fraught with kinky pleasure. Sue is changing my look. She unlaces my corset and puts on me the widest collar she has, almost three inches of black rawhide with two buckles on the side and some grab-me loops in the back. I take off my strappy pumps temporarily, so Sue can top me off by giving me a one-piece sheer black combo nylons and garter that frames my pussy and ass. Looking at my armor in the mirror next to my sisters, I'm loving how submissive I look for the final mêlée. We all return to the main room, but all the men have disappeared. Ms. Jess has draped a bedspread over the low eight-sided coffee table. The women are kneeling down on the outside of the table and laying their torsos forward on it, with asses high in the air exposing their pussies from behind. Ms. Jess is taking the four of us with collars on and attaching us to a heavy linked chain that is attached to the eye-bolt in the center of the table. She adds baby pad locks to the sides of our collars to make sure we can't get up without permission. Those of us without collars are attached to the chain by handcuffs. With the eight of our heads all huddled together, I can read the excitement and anxiety in the different faces.

On one side of me is Sue and on the other Taylor, two of the sexiest bodies here, which is saying something. Ms. Jess attaches a leather belt around Taylor, complete with wrist cuffs, so she can neither lift her arms nor her neck. While she's being roughly yet proficiently strapped in, I ask her why she needs to be restrained so tight.

"Because Ms. Jess knows how hot I get when I am," Taylor answers me meekly. I lean in and we kiss each other's lips. I reach back to her slit and dip my finger into her warm liquid center. I'm taking the juice on my finger and lightly playing with her clit.

"I see what you mean." I tease still kissing her lips. When Ms. Jess is done securing the eight of us to the table, she comes around with a Sharpie and is writing a number on each of our asses. "What are these for?"

Sue softly explains, "So the men can more easily make bets on us, which of us won't make it through the first round, which of us will the last one being fucked. They also take side bets like loudest, most insatiable slut, best anal fuck, things like that." I squeeze my legs together wondering where I stand. What it takes to earn best anal fuck, or if I'll be the first of the eight to yell the safe word, 'clutch.' Sue adds, "The only thing for sure is that all of us will be too sore for any kind of sex when the game is over." Ms. Jess writes #1 on Sue's right cheek, #2 on mine, #3 on Taylor, #4 on a guest with short black hair, #5 on the sub who's had the red ruby jewel in her ass all night, 'Ruby', #6 on Sweet Lips, #7 Senegal, #8 on a guest with long blond hair. 

When Ms. Jess is done reducing us, she walks towards the exit, turns off the music, she turns to us and lectures, "When I come back with the men, I expect to see backs arched and your cunts ready!" The room goes completely dark and the door closes.

There is absolutely no light between us. No one says anything for a minute, then a woman's voice, #4 probably, "How long do you think they'll be, I'm wet now, I'm not good at having to wait."

"Last year they left eight of us waiting for what felt like a half hour," chimes in Senegal.

"What are they doing?" a new anonymous, #8, voice impishly asks.

"Making bets, pretending their masters of the universe." answers Sweet Lips, I think.

"Taking Viagra, and sucking each other off no doubt." Adds 'Ruby' defiantly.

"As long as their all nice and hard," chimes Senegal.

"You better watch it, Ms. Jess probably has this room bugged," #4 adds again, "she'll come in here and whip your ass until she breaks skin."

"Promise?" Taylor answers mischievously.

"I don't think I can do this." #7 says, sounding a little scared, "My pussy is already super tender."

"A buzzer goes off and they switch places every five minutes," Taylor adds in a calming tone, "Just try and make it through the first three men, 15 minutes, then say the safe word. That way you won't be singled out."

"When you tap out, since there's 12 men, four extra, you're expected to keep them hard with your mouth on the outside of the circle," adds Senegal, "So if you tap out early, it all falls to you."

"You're awful quiet, Lily?" asks Sue.

"Lily is busy making love to my left nipple," Taylor rats me out. Partly embarrassed in the dark, I let her nipple fall from my teeth.

"I was wondering if one of the extra four men Senegal mentioned includes the cute bartender." I confess to the sound of giggles, "What? Kill me because I like to watch a young hot man climax." Any tension from the dark has been broken, as we all become familiar. I suspect many of us are holding hands in the dark, while those of us with our hands free tease the bodies next to us and our own. The luxury suite of the hotel has that cool air and a part of me wants to ask if I can roll into the center of the table and have my sisters warm me up with their hands and their mouths. Sue and I, both with our hands free fill the minutes wisely, gently playing with each other's assholes.

The door to the room quickly swings open, splashing a narrow light across some of us. With a long upturned strapon cock leading the procession, Ms. Jess is the first to enter the room. One by one the men quietly enter, each holding a lighted candle in a jar, illuminating their thick cocks in the horizontal. The men surround us. It seems they've planned in advance who's going to fuck whom first. The men are all kneeling behind us now. The chain and thick collar make it near impossible for me to look directly behind me. "I had to haggle pretty hard to get your pussy first," says the voice behind me. 

"Thank you," I reply sounding surprised, spreading my knees apart. Now, one by one, men around the circle are dripping the hot candle wax on my sister's hinnies. Some are exhaling sharply, but a couple of them are making an ear piercing squeal, provoking more panic in the rest of us. Nevertheless, I'm taken aback when the drops of wax burns my ass. None of us have even been penetrated yet girls are snapping at their bonds, pulling on the communal chain trying to gain more freedom for themselves. I grab my collar for fear of it cutting off my air supply. The strange cock pushes into my wet pussy and the pleasure calms my distress. He pulls my hips back and fucks me lusciously. I let go of my collar as my sisters also relax. Ms. Jess takes the candles putting a few on the floor, but also four candles are placed in the center of the table, shedding just enough light to see the euphoric looks on the girls' faces. A large clear pitcher of ice water is also placed in the center but with no glasses, so we must carefully help each other slake our thirsts while being manhandled from behind. 

I put my head down on the table, close my eyes, and just feel the cock. The buzzer sounds and I feel the male forms shift to the right. I don't look back and take the next cock as a nice surprise. It's hitting me in spots the last one missed, grinding into me side to side. I feel lost in my own pleasure, but I'm reaching back with my hand, holding his hips encouraging him not to change anything. Again the buzzer, frustrated, I lose the delicious feeling in my pussy, only to have it replaced by a different more demanding fuck pulling my pussy back and forth on his cock. This mild orgy is becoming a testosterone filled gangbang, as men smack our asses and roughly palm our pussies to see if were ready. 

My ears are filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, bodies slapping together, and women climaxing. Keeping my head down, I open my eyes to the beautiful site of Taylor straining in her bonds, in pleasure, as a cock repeatedly pulls slowly almost all the way out before slamming back in. I'm tempted to look to my left, to Sue, and see who'll I'll be serving my pussy to next. But not knowing, who's behind me is making me feel sluttier and hotter. I'm now fucking the next cock back, bucking and cumming against his thick meat. Tempting fate, I look up across the circle, in the candle light Sweet Lips and Senegal are exploring each other's mouths while the cocks behind them, are smashing their hips against the table. It's almost romantic as Sweet Lips playfully gobbles the hanging chrome plated chain between her lips before dropping it and offering Senegal her tongue. The blond next to Senegal has dropped out, leaving our pussies a larger feast.   

I'm trying to remember my manners and say, 'thank you' before and after each stud fucks me, but in my euphoric state, I'm losing my sense of chronology. Sometimes the buzzers seem to come on top of each other when I need more, other times it seems I'm being drilled by the same cock endlessly, not letting my lower body recover between climaxes. I'm fucking back for all I'm worth, my hands gripping the cloth underneath me. Looking around the circle, at one point, I see everyone I know on my side of the circle, Mike behind Senegal, Tom behind Sue, and Kurt behind Taylor, all lost in pleasure. The four of us with hands free are passing around the pitcher of water, pouring it into the mouth of the slut next to us. By accident, the pitcher is jostled, dosing two of the four candles between us. The cocks are shooting their cum on us indiscriminately. But my backside is becoming their favorite target. Each cock that is passing is painting the valley of my spine white. I'm feeling it run down my ribs and it's making me even hotter. Playing my part, the insatiable slut, if I sense them stroking their cocks behind me, I arch and wiggle my ass back at them, as if I need their cum. 

Abruptly, the men pull out of us and move away from the circle as Ms. Jess approaches. She slams down in the center of the table, two bottles of KY and a jar of Vaseline, despite the scant lighting; she has all of our attention. Next, she adds to it, two dildos with graduated beads ranging in width from small to ridiculous, next five butt plugs also ranging in sizes from pleasant distraction to unlikely to recover, finally she adds a string of anal beads, about ten marbles strung together. "O.K. sluts, we need you to keep this party going. But if you don't think you can handle this, if you don't like pushing your limits, now is the time to say so." Ms. Jess announces, doing her upmost as matriarch and pimp. 

Of the six women left, Sue and Sweet Lips make a move to leave the circle. I'm feeling torn between having my ass pleasured and adored one more time and what might be a grave painful mistake. I'm putting my hands on the table pushing up my body, ready to ask to be unlocked. Waiting my turn, to be dismissed, contemplating my decision and wanting my ass to be filled one more time. Sue leans over, kissing me, "I'll be right here for you if it becomes too much. You're so beautiful when you climax deep from your ass." 

I look up at the other anal sluts. The four of us are being separated into every other spot around the table. The men are also picking up the discarded handcuffs and locking our hands forward. Senegal is to my left, Taylor, still on my right, and across from me is Ruby. 

"Who wants to be first?" Ms. Jess is saying while tightening on her strapon and greasing up the end. All of us well-trained meekly lift our asses, but Ruby reaches back pulling the plug from her ass. Ms. Jess drops to her knees and fills her ass half way with the long plastic cock. "I don't hear any gratitude, slut." Ms. Jess says while holding her hips and pumping in with little regard.

"Thank you Ms. Jess, thank you filling my ass." she answers dutifully straining against her bonds.

The men quickly snatch some of the ass-stretching toys and come up behind us. At first, I feel a cold well-lubed finger work my asshole. Flexing every muscle in my body, it feels so great as it relieves my need and makes me feel perfectly corrupt and compromised again. Now I'm feeling the anal beads, one by one the fat glass marbles are being pushed into my ass. I feel at least several men behind me holding me open, pushing in the beads, while lovingly encouraging my submission, 'come on, I thought you whores had three pussies, you barely have two.' My ass is feeling like an over-stuffed gumball machine. I'm feeling my ass reject any more marbles, pushing them back out. My lovers leave the last few beads hanging from my ass, abandoning me to check out the abilities of the other participants. Feeling I've let them down, I want them to come back and give me another chance.

Other men and women soon come behind me and play with the string. Hoping to please my new masters, I waggle my beaded tail, and beg softly for attention, "Please, use me, fill my back pussy, use my holes." A feel a hand behind me work another one inside, and then another. Two fingers slide into my pussy and start fucking my channel. 

"Oh, yeah, she's loving this. Aren't you slut?" A voice behind me taunts. I'm panting uncontrollably. I hand is pulling my leash forward, while I'm feeling a taunting pull on the string. "Hold these beads in your ass. They're price heirlooms. Do you understand?" I nod, scared, and clinch my ass. One pops out, then another pops out. "I don't think she's trying." I clinch again, doubling my efforts while in the dark they slowly pull me in opposite directions. Three, four, five, it's no use, six, seven, and then eight. "Uuhhhh," I yell into my arm, climaxing, feeling my sphincter muscle pulse open uncontrollably.

The men behind me give me about twenty seconds to recover before a lubed cock enters my ass. Surprising the man in my ass and myself, I'm able to fuck back his cock. He puts his hand in the loops of my collar and pulls me, arching my back as far as possible while still anchored forward. He creams against my willing hole. My urge is a still filling, but my body is drained. I'm disconnecting from the soreness in my ass. I just know that there is a part of it that feels good, really good, and I arch for another, and then another cock. Each different size cock that is sliding into my ass is having the potential to send me over. Each anal orgasm is no longer a separate event, but a gateway to a deeper climax, a more profound release. 

Taylor comes to my aid. She's lying next me, kissing me, licking up my salty tears of joy. She pulls out my ponytail and combs my hair with her fingers. In between sex, she's spreading KY on her fingers and then sliding two fingers in my ass, preparing my hole as she makes my lovers wait. The men slap their cocks on the cheek of my ass, impatiently. I'm hearing cat calls that make little sense at the time, "Fuck that cock Number Two!", "Come on Five, make me a winner!", "You got this two, easy money." I look up and notice there are only two of us left, Ruby and myself. 

The first man I dommed comes behind me and announces he's going to fuck my ass hard. If he's trying to scare me he's a few hours to late. I don't bother to look back, as I arch my ass at him and let him do his cruelest. He's entering me in one stroke and fucking it as fast as he can. He's trying to spank my sticky ass at the same time but we're fucking too fast. I look across the table at the other sub left. She's also getting her ass pummeled by the other 'brother,' and she looks ready to quit. It feels like I'm losing my anal virginity, the pain reaching deliciously all the way to my clitoris. With my legs stiff and sore, with all my strength I lean up in my bonds taking the chain with me, pulling Ruby's chained head tight to the table. Standing on my knees, with both my hands I'm squeezing his ass deep and hard. He's cumming prematurely. With my chains streaming back to the table, I shake my raven hair violently against my face as I the fluid in my ass shifts and gives me a chill. 

Leaning back to the table, I kiss cute Taylor curled up in a ball as if it was us who just fucked. Ms. Jess comes over to me and gives me my freedom. I look up and Ruby is being helped from the table. 

I lie with my back on the table, empty. Conversations are swirling around me, about me. As cum seeps from my ass, I close my eyes and bring my breathing way down. Twisted on my back and front, I'm about to pass out, when I feel bodies closing in on me. The men are rolling the edges of the quilt up around me until I'm in a virtual stretcher with my legs dangling off. Six men are carrying me off the table in the quilt to the end of the room. There I feel someone else, a foot larger than everyone else over me. "Are you ready for your prize?" in a deep voice is the giant African man. Then I feel it. Announcing its intentions, like a Greek column that has just collapsed from my mound to my sternum. It's already hard and dripping in baby oil. He lifts my knees up and apart, and then flexes the monster off my stomach as a sign of his prowess. With both my hands I guide the giant head to the mouth of my pussy. I try and concentrate using my fingers to spread my labia. Suspended by the crowd, they begin to rock me against his organ. The jolly giant holds me by the ankles pushing my legs up and back exposing my cunt all the way. I'm feeling it all now, inside and out, on my ass burrowing its way. 

Sue and Mike are over my head, pulling my shoulders back and forth, impaling me slowly on the other end. I'm trying to hold Mike's warm cock to the side of my face but I keep swinging away. More heads fill in to the empty spaces above me. I am just along for the ride, holding my legs spread and my pussy open. My body still sheen's with sweat as I twist in my hammock for position. I'm grabbing random arms to help along the pace. I realize no one else is making a sound, while my moans carry the room. The strokes the monster is taking inside me seem to go on forever, iiinnnnn, out, out, out, out, iiiinnnnnn. 

Surrounded by the voracious crowd and impaled, I'm feeling like the main course at a barbeque on the spit. The cock is pulling my pussy apart but I don't want to come off it. "Open your eyes," Sue insists. Men have one hand on the quilt and the other on their oily shafts. She wants to raise my senses further and to accept them all, the women rubbing my nipples and my clit and the men slapping my body with their meat. I'm acknowledging all of their bodies with my hands. I am the vessel, stretching my pussy for all of them as they devour me with their eyes. They pull the sheet taut and monster is now doing all the work, now. I put my heels on the giant man's chest encouraging him to give me his best. My lower body pulses and my limbs go weak.

That is the last thing I remember as I wake up with the sun pouring through a rustic ground floor window. I sense I'm in a man's bedroom in the Vegas suburbs. The first thing I feel is my painful left nipple. I reach to my chest and gingerly take off a nipple clamp, the nipple clamp. My head hurts and memories of the party flood my mind. My pussy and ass ache. I move, and the solid body spooning me, stirs awake as well. I manage to open my eyes a little and look down at our bodies. The bartender and I are both naked and covered in cum, sweat, and oil and whatever else. I'm hopeful this isn't his parent's house and he's over 21. I see '#2' on my ass. How would I explain that? On the dresser next to the bed is my silky stretched panties wrapped around a stack of money. 




Vegas and Unrequited Love Ch. 05



I close my eyes and put my head gently back on the pillow. His hand slowly and carefully reaches down between my legs. With the tip of his middle finger he brushes my anus. I wince, too sensitive. His finger moves up and touches the folds of my pussy. I wince again. He pulls his hand away, but I lick his finger and slowly guide it back over my crusted mound and place it on top of my clit, encouraging him to make gently circles. I think about the past four days and the party. How each climax had only made me hotter. Being the only one naked in the bar, the center of attention, servicing their desires, being chained down, the riding crop; fingers, tongues, cocks, toys, insisting on my body, demanding compliance in my white corset, being submissive with my ass in the air, mixing up pleasure and pain, my pussy and ass, taking everything. I climax for Vegas, against his finger.

I reach over, my body aching, and pick up the panties. Written in sharpie across the fabric, "Lily, There's $1,800, your share of the winnings. I'm sad you're not here. If I don't see you before our flights, be well, Kurt." I close my eyes, drop my head back, and think about my flight info and how much time I have.