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Las Vegas

By: usaftnt



Toni and I hurried through the airport to catch a flight to Las Vegas. We were running late as usual and only had about three more minutes before the plane left. No matter where we went, we always seemed to be late. Though I didn’t have any problem being ready to go, Toni always needed to make sure her hair, makeup and clothing were perfect, before she would leave the house. 

As her husband of three years, this had its advantages and problems. Most places we went were no problem to arrive fashionably late. Mostly due, to when we arrived, all eyes turned to watch this stunning woman walk into the room. Toni always seemed to be the center of attention. No matter how many beautiful women were in the room with her, she always stole the show. 

Toni is around 5 feet 11 inches tall and with her high heels; you can add another three to four inches to her magnificent frame. She weighs in at around, 150 pounds that perfectly per portions her body from head to toe. Toni has very long and shapely legs that are lightly tanned leading up to her nice rounded 37 inch hips. Her 27 inch waist tapers with her flat stomach leading up to a most wonderful set of lungs. Toni’s rounded 39DD pair of Tits are creamy white contrasting against her darker tanned skin. Large nipples top off her firm round tits with, cat eyed shaped areolas on the upward slope of her breasts. 

Toni’s long neck leads to an unbelievable face, men melt for due to her full red lips, high cheek bones, slightly upturned nose and huge green eyes. With her mid length dark brown hair, always was cascading down to the middle of her back. 

Today was the same as always, with Toni dressed in a little blue jean skirt that pleated and came to rest six inches above her knee? Toni always wore tanned thigh high stocking nylons with lace tops. She said she didn’t like pantyhose because they weren’t made for tall women. The pair of three inch red pumps, made her legs look even longer. Toni had on a pink sweater, stretched tight across her breasts showing off her curves to all that looked her way. 

We were now walking as fast as possible, trying to make our flight before it left. Toni’s fast pace, caused her breasts to bounce as she moved through the terminal. Her nipples were now sticking through the sweater from the rubbing of her silk bra on the front of her blouse. We made it on time to the terminal and I looked around to survey her damage. Men were staring at her from every vantage in the place. One man had even run into a post, while staring at the magnificent woman’s body that just past him. I laughed, telling him to be careful and that this happens all the time. He just smiled saying, it was worth it. You are one lucky dog.

The flight to Vegas took about two hours and went without event. We drank wine on the plane causing Toni to get a little tipsy. The man in the isle sitting with us kept buying her another round, talking to Toni about her trip. He was clearly infatuated with the beautiful woman. I didn’t mind him flirting with Toni; it was saving us both the cost of the drinks, money she could spend on other things, besides he had no chance with my wife. She was a very devout woman, who catered to my every need. You might say she was a little old fashion in that respect. 

Toni was unknowing fully giving him a wonderful show. The dress had ridden up to reveal a little more of her thighs. Her lace topped stockings were now slightly visible, peaking out from underneath the hem of her dress. Her wonderfully hard nipples were now standing at attention, showing their hard form from being stimulated by the wine. This is a show which, many men have seen. No one however, had seen under Toni’s clothes, except for me. This was the solace I took, being married to an unknowing flirt. She did this without realizing the effect she had on the men being teased. Had she known, I really think she would have stopped what she was doing. Toni naturally, just oozed sexuality in a very innocent kind of way. She always felt she was nothing special and looked like every other girl. 

We got off the plane and Toni said goodbye to the man she had been sitting by. I knew he was disappointed, but there was no chance Toni would even think about being with another man. 

We took a taxi to her mother’s house, on the north side of town. We arrived in about tem minutes. I paid the taxi driver as Toni took her bag, going into the house... I followed a few seconds later. Toni and I embraced every one saying our hellos. Her mom introduced us to a friend of hers; he was staying in the house with her while his place was being remodeled. He introduced himself as Tim. 

Tim was a good looking, tall, black man with a very muscular build. I shook his hand saying hello. Tim then was introduced to Toni by her mother, Tim reached out, gave Toni a hug squeezing her magnificent body against his. Not caring if he were obvious he held her against him long enough to feel her hard nipples poking into his chest. He then kissed her lightly on the cheek, telling her he had heard so much about how beautiful she was and it was all true. Toni blushed in embarrassment from the complement. . Tim said I guess it’s true what they say about everything being bigger in Texas. Well almost everything. 

Everyone laughed at the comment while Toni continued to fidget from her nipples sticking out, now being very uncomfortable knowing he was talking about her chest. Tim acted as if I weren’t even in the room with them. After a good five minutes, he said, I’ll help you take your bags to your room. We climbed the stairs where he showed me our bedroom. Tim said he was staying in the room next to ours and if he made too much noise just knock and tell him to keep it down. He poked me and teased, I’ll do the same to the two of you. 

Linda’s room was downstairs in the master suite on the other side of the house. The house was quite large, covering around four thousand square feet. If you were downstairs in the master bedroom, you couldn’t hear the guests upstairs, even if they were noisy. 

Toni and I needed to freshen up from the long flight, while Toni wanted to sleep a little while to wear off some of the effects of the wine. Both of us joined Linda and Tim downstairs in the den. Toni and I were there to relax and have a good time besides visit her mother. Other than having a good time, we had no other goals.

Toni and her mom sat by each other on the couch talking to each other. Tim and I talked about sports, world events and how it was back in Dallas. I was paying little attention to what Toni and mom were saying, Tim however was listening to both conversations. Toni told her mom, that I didn’t know yet but she had stopped taking her birth control pills and hoped to get pregnant while on this trip. Linda asked Toni how long she had been off, Toni said about three weeks now. Her mom said, that’s long enough sweetie. You won’t have any trouble talking him into giving you a baby. Linda smiled at Toni when she told her that she hadn’t let me make love to her in over three weeks. Linda said, he has to be frustrated being with my beautiful daughter. He won’t stand a chance. He’ll give you anything you want by tonight. Toni laughed saying don’t all men give in when sex is involved. Tim heard the entire conversation and kept it too himself about what he knew. 

Linda suggested that Toni and she go shopping, while Tim and I watched the football game. I told Toni to have a good time, but not to be too late; I wanted to get something to eat in a little while. Toni kissed me and said I’ll be back by the end of the game, then smiled and whispered, we are going to Fredrick’s of Hollywood. This made me look up at her, she was smiling at me, leaving me to think of all the possible things she would look good in, but no matter what it was, I would win. Tim also heard her little comments and smiled, thinking of this knock out of a woman dressing in something very sexy to trick a baby out of her husband. He told himself, if it were him, she wouldn’t have to play this game. He would gladly give her one. 

Toni hugged me tight while bending over. Still in the short skirt and high heels along with the stockings the back of her dress rose above her stocking tops giving Tim a great unintentional show of her legs. Tim’s Cock began to stir in his pants and caused a tent to start forming. He covered it with his hands to keep Toni or me from seeing it. 

Tim and I watched the game without saying much while the girls shopped. Tim was thinking about Toni and her beautiful body that he had seen. He also began to think about what she must be buying and how much more sexy could this woman get if she dressed like this normally. The more he thought about Toni and her body he then begin to wonder what it would be like to fuck this magnificent woman. She had to be a dream in the bedroom and must be a fantasy come true every time I got to have her. Tim then remembered she told her mom; she wasn’t on protection any more and wanted a baby. The thought of this started to turn Tim on. 

Not only would it be great to fuck this little tease, but if he did it tonight, it would mean she would be at the height of her fertility. Nothing turned him on more than knocking up a little white married woman, knowing she would be swelling with his black child. Tim knew, I didn’t know she wanted a baby, so he began to try and figure out how he could take her tonight and impregnate her. He sat trying to come up with a plan. He knew he would have to fuck her tonight when she came home with her new outfit. Toni’s fertility and excitement would make it a sure thing to get her pregnant. 

Toni and Linda arrived about the same time the game ended. They walked in with a bag in each of their hands. Toni had a Fredrick’s bag in one and a new pair of shoes from candies in the other. She stopped and showed me the shoes which were a pair of white four inch satin pumps. I asked her what was in the other bag but she blushed, saying that, Tim is right there, you’ll see tonight. Toni then went into her mother’s room, closing the door. I got up, went up stairs, to freshen up for dinner. Tim heard Toni and Linda talking through the door. Linda told Toni, God you look stunning in that outfit. There’s no way he even has a chance with you dressed in that. 

Tim hearing this walked over and very quietly, opened the door just a crack. He wasn’t ready for the vision he was about to see. Tim nearly passed out when he saw the tall woman standing there dressed in a white satin teddy that plunged to her naval, He could see the rounding of her breasts showing through the split while they strained the fabric to its maximum yield. Still wearing the tanned stockings, she now had on the white pumps she had just bought. Tim got an immediate erection from the sight of Toni standing there looking the way she did. Tim knew he was going to fuck her no matter what it took. Tim’s plan was now going into play not caring if he never got to screw another woman, just as long as he had, this one. He closed the door and sat back down, trying to get rid of his hard on, so no one would notice when they came back. 

Toni pulled her skirt back on over her outfit and then put back on her sweater and fixed her hair. Tim saw her come out of the room and asked her what she wanted to eat tonight. All Tim wanted for dinner was Toni, spread out for his pleasure. Tim suggested that he take us all out on his treat. Linda and Toni both agreed and we left in his car. 

The restaurant was elegant and Tim must have been a regular because they called him by name and gave him extra attention that one didn’t get automatically. He ordered for all of us and then had them bring us drinks. We ate and drank with Tim making sure that Toni had a full glass at all times. He told the waitress something none of us could hear and we just assumed he was tipping her. My drinks seemed to be very strong while making my eyes slowly focuses in and out. Toni’s were fine and she was slowly getting drunk. Tim told us all, we should take this party back home. Toni squeezed my leg and brushed her hand over my crotch, smiling she said lets go. 

We arrived home shortly, by then I was dizzy but didn’t tell Toni knowing she had a surprise for me. Tim went into the kitchen to get every one another drink. He handed Linda hers first, and then Toni and I ours. He told every one that he wanted to make a toast to Toni and me, bringing us champagne. He made the toast saying, bottoms up. All of us emptied our glasses. 

It only took about five minutes for what he had put in each of our drinks to take effect. I stood up, nearly falling down, so he told me he would help me to our room. Tim helped me to the bed and pushed me down onto it. I fell back like a ton of bricks falling back, unable to catch myself. Tim just laughed saying, feel a little out of it tonight? What a pity. Your hot wife bought that sexy little outfit, and you don’t even get to enjoy it. Did you know she has it on under her dress? She sure does and damn she looks good in it. I saw her trying it on in her mother’s room before dinner. She is probably the hottest, most desirable woman I’ve ever seen. 

I heard everything he was saying but couldn’t do anything to respond. I was barely awake floating in and out of consciousness. Tim leaned over me in the bed, held my face up so I could see his and said, I’m going to fuck that little hot wife of yours tonight. She needs to be fucked by a real cock, not that dinky little thing you’ve been giving her. She wants a baby and I are gonna give it to her. She’s so horney she’s on fire. The drink I gave her had ecstasy in it and by now she won’t be able to Tell who’s fucking her, just enjoy it. 

Tim got back down stairs and Linda was already passed out on the couch. Toni was sitting with a glassy look in her eyes. Tim reached over from behind her and squeezed her large tits twisting her nipples making Toni yelp. He also ran his hand up her leg cupping her pantied crotch with his hand. Tim said, very nice, this is gonna be a lot of fun. I’ll be back in a second to help you up the stairs. Tim put Toni’s mother in her bed. He returned after a few minutes, walking over to Toni sitting on the couch. She was trying to figure out who had just touched her in that manor but couldn’t make any sense out of what she saw. 

Tim helped her to her feet putting an arm around her waist to steady her as she walked in her four inch heels. Tim walked her to the stairs and got behind her and put his hands on her hips to steady her. Toni had a very sexy sway when she walked, especially in high heels. Tim was now sporting a major hard on and what none of us had seen was an enormous 12 inch cock that now was impossible to hide. As Tim helped Toni up the stairs, he watched her hips sway side to side while walking in those fuck me pumps. This caused his hard on to ache. Tim moved against her behind, pressing his cock against her allowing Toni’s movement to caress him as she walked up the stairs. 

The incredible feeling of her nylon thighs rubbing him through his pants almost made him have an accident. His cock was already twitching over this sexy woman and she was still in her clothes. Toni, unable to make out who it was against her just started saying, nice…nice…real nice. She called Tim by my name, Tim then knew the drug was in full effect and he was fixing to be in fuck heaven. When they got to the top of the stairs, Tim put his arms around Toni’s waist and pulled her against him. He began nibbling on her neck and ear lobe. This made shivers go through her body. Standing there he stuck his hands up under her sweater and gently squeezed her breasts. Toni closed her eyes and began to moan softly at the feeling this was giving her causing her nipples to get rock hard. Tim reached down pulling her skirt up and started rubbing his hand up and down between her legs making her very wet. Toni just stood there moaning with her eyes closed. 

Tim began to lead Toni to his room and then decided no he would have her in our bed. He wanted to fuck her in the bed next to me knocking her up while I lay beside them. These drugs are great, Tim thought because she’s on fire and can’t till who she’s going to fuck, and won’t be able to stop when she does. He led Toni into our room and sat on the end of our bed. He reached up and moved me to the very edge so that they would have plenty of room. Toni stood in front of him as he took off her sweater. He then pulled her skirt off to get a better view of what he’d seen earlier. Toni now stood in front of Tim with just the teddy, nylons and high heels covering her perfect body. He looked her over while removing his shirt and pants. Tim was now sporting a huge cock pointing menacingly at he woman it was going to enter. 

Toni stood there as Tim ran his hands over her body. Stopping long enough to help her lay down onto the bed. She lay there on her back with her long legs stretched out like a presentation in a show. Tim looked at her body, with Toni laying there, eyes closed, dressed in a fuck me outfit. Toni was trying to figure out what she was doing and where she was. All she knew was, her body ached for relief, and she needed to have those hands on her again. Tim knew she was at his disposal for the taking. She would be this way for the rest of the night. When she did return to normal, she’d find herself in bed next to her husband. By that time Tim would have had his fun and probably gotten her pregnant. 

Tim lowered himself onto the bed lying next to Toni. He started kissing her, running his tongue over hers, licking her lips and the inside of her mouth. Toni responded by kissing him back and putting her arms around his neck. While Tim kissed her he slid his fingers between the slit in the teddy that went to her stomach and felt her wonderful firm tits. They were so large and round, her nipples were pressing into the palm of his hand. 

Tim kept pulling on them gently and rubbed his cock on her stocking covered legs. The tip of his cock was oozing out a substantial amount of semen. Leaving a wet string of sticky fluid on her nylon covered thigh. Tim continued to kiss her, feeling her moans in his mouth. Fondling her tits, his other hand made its way down between her legs. When he got to the bare part of her leg, he pushed gently down with his hand to gain access to her pleasure palace. Toni spread her legs slightly allowing him to touch her covered pussy, letting him pleasure her. He ran his fingers lightly over her silky covering of her pussy. Tim decided he had had enough teasing and wanted to have the real thing. He pulled on the crotch of the teddy; the two snaps keeping it closed, gave way opening her up to him. Tim ran his finger between the fold of her pussy, then pushed it into her cunt, until it was inside her, up to the knuckle. He couldn’t help but notice how tight she was around his finger and knew she was going to be one great fuck when he got his cock inside of her. 

Tim edged his way down and knelt between her legs replacing his finger with his tongue. He began by licking up and down her folds tasting what he new was something no one other than her husband had tasted. Tim started parting her lips with his and found her clit. He took it in his mouth and started sucking on it gently with an ever increasing pressure. Toni still had her eyes closed in a state of out but could feel everything that was happening to her. She responded by moving her hips to the rhythm of his motion. Tim kept this up while sliding a finger in and out of her at a matching pace to his sucking. He wanted to put two or three fingers in her to stimulate her even more but she was so tight on his one finger he didn’t want to spoil the feeling of stretching her cunt open with his cock. He just hoped he didn’t cum too soon and miss all the pleasure her cunt could give him with a slow, long fuck. 


Las Vegas



These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read.

I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like the story please let me know. Thanks, Lynne

Nichole called on Wednesday to say that she and Sara had a special weekend planned for my birthday and that I was to just show up at the airport in Salt Lake City on Friday after classes and a plane ticket would be waiting for me for Las Vegas. I was turning 23 and it they had planned a big weekend for me. We would be staying at Caesar's and they promised it would be a weekend I would never forget. Based on my previous two weekends with both of them, and my numerous nights with Nichole, I expected nothing less.

I packed for a weekend away and told my roommates I was going to see a friend up in Ogden. I had never been to Vegas before but expected a weekend of dancing, gambling and dining, as well as some other fun things up in our hotel room. While I got some of that, I never expected the weekend to be as wild as it was to be.

When I got off the plane in Las Vegas it was about 8:00 there was a limo driver waiting for me. I had expected Nichole to pick me up, since Sara never came to the airport to meet me before, but never expected the limo. But there was a woman dressed in a limo driver uniform holding a placard with my name on it.

"I'm Lynne," I said as I walked up to her. She was about my age. She was Hispanic with dark hair and dark eyes. She made me think of what Sara must have looked like when she first came to Vegas. She had told me the story before. She came seeking fame and fortune, ended up working as a dealer and then a stripper before she met her husband. Then after 15 years of being married to him and taking his verbal, physical and sexual abuse she had finally left him but not before she got a nice eight figure settlement.

"Hi," she smiled as she looked at me. "My name is Isabelle and I was told you were going to the Palace. The limo is right out front."

She took my bag from my hand and led me through the airport. I was amazed to see that there were slot machines right in the airport. All over the place were ads for casinos and shows. But what I found most interesting was watching Isabelle's well fitting tailored slacks hug her very well shaped bottom.

We got to the limo and I was awestruck. I had never seen a limo that was this big. Isabelle opened the door for me and I started to climb in. I stopped at the door just so I could look at it for a moment. It easily could have seated a dozen people inside, had a full bar, a entertainment center, several telephones, curtains on the windows, two moon roofs and the upholstery was very dark, very nice leather. I noticed a bottle of champagne, chilled and opened was sitting in an ice bucket with one flute. After I climbed in Isabelle climbed in after me. She poured me a glass of champagne. I then noticed the shopping bag that was sitting over in the corner. Isabelle handed it to me as she put my bag on one of the seats.

"I was told to tell you that you are to change into what is in there, since I will be picking up your friends at the Palace and taking you all to dinner and then a night out. You can either put what you have on in either that bag or your luggage. I will bring them all back to the hotel after I drop you off for dinner." Isabelle climbed out of the back of the limo and closed the door. She got in the front and closed the privacy window.

I leaned back into the luxurious leather and took a sip of the champagne. This had Sara's fingerprints all over it. The surprise limo, the bag with what I was supposed to wear and most of all the surprise of everything. She seemed to love to keep people off balance. I took another sip of champagne and opened the bag. On top was a note from Nichole.

"Dearest Lynne,

Welcome to Las Vegas. Sara and I went shopping last night and decided that for your birthday you should have something nice to wear for your first night in Las Vegas. I hope I remembered your size. Everything is in this bag. You will find a dress, shoes and a small purse. Sara thought this should be enough. Everything you have on can either goes into this bag or you can put it in your luggage. Isabelle will be taking everything back to our suite while we have dinner. After dinner we will be going to a club at the MGM for a special party that is being held for the fight that is in town this weekend and from there who knows. If there is anything special you want to keep in the limo please give it to Isabelle because she has been instructed to take everything else to the room.

Oh, and before dinner we will make one stop. Sara has made you an appointment to get your hair and makeup done for tonight.

Love you,

Nichole."

I opened the bag and sure enough there was a beautiful dress. I took it out and examined it. It was dark red, very short and actually a size too small for me. I am sure that this size was not a mistake. It was silk and had to be very, very expensive. It would also be very, very revealing since there was no way to wear a bra with it and the material was so silky that panties were out of the question. I laid it on the seat next to me. Also in the bag was a matching pair of shoes, with very high heels, also very expensive. I put these next to the dress. The final thing in the bag was a tiny evening purse that would hold maybe a pack of cigarettes but not much more. It went next to the shoes. That was everything. After reading the note again I understood what Sara and Nichole were expecting. What was in the bag was all I would have with me, or on me, for the night.

I drained the glass of champagne and poured myself another one. I was sure to need it. Something told me that Sara and Nichole had some plans for the evening that I was not yet privy to.

I put my champagne down, closed the curtains of the limo and started to undress. I had worn a pair of jeans and blouse for the trip down, fully expecting to change once I reached the hotel. I took off my sandals and put them in the bag. Next I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off and folded it up. In the bag it went. Next I took off my jeans and placed them in the bag. I looked up at the privacy window. It was very dark and I could just barely make out the shape of Isabelle's head as she drove through traffic. I unhooked my bra. It felt so strange to be driving in traffic getting naked. I felt that familiar tingling sensation between my legs as I let my bra fall from my shoulders. One hand instinctively went to my nipple and my fingertips started to caress it. My other hand dropped the bra into the bag. I leaned back against the seat, took another gulp of champagne, emptying the glass for a second time and then filled it one more time. I ran the cool glass across my nipples. They were responding nicely. Not only did I like my nipples because of how playing with them made me feel, but I also liked the way they looked, especially when they were hard. I dipped one finger in the champagne and then ran that finger over my nipple as I took another sip from the flute. I let myself side down in the seat and closed my eyes. My hand started to travel down from my breast, down my tummy to my fabric-covered mound. I took one more sip of champagne and put he glass down. With both hands I slid my panties down my legs and let the fall to the floor around my ankles. I lifted one foot, placing the heel on the edge of the seat as one hand went to work on my mound, the mound I had so carefully shaved just this morning.

I was lost in myself, thinking about all the people driving by, thinking about Isabelle, just a few feet away, none of them knowing what I was doing, when suddenly Isabelle's voice came over the intercom.

"We are about two minutes from Caesar's," she said. 

I realized that my hand that had been working on my mound was covered with my juices. I looked around and saw a box of tissues and quickly grabbed a couple. First I cleaned up my mound and then my hand. I quickly slipped the dress on and zipped it up. Not a moment too soon as the limo came to a stop. I just had put on my heels when the door opened. Sara and Nichole were standing there, dressed for an evening out. Nichole was in a short dress, much like mine, short but without the plunging neckline mine had. Sara was dressed in a knee length dress that really showed off her ample, if enhanced, breasts. To look at the two of them you would not have guessed either of them to be in their 40's.

As Nichole got into the limo she gave me a big hug and kiss. Her tongue was instantly searching for mine. Nichole was the best kisser I had ever known, and the feeling of her tongue exploring my mouth instantly renewed the feeling of excitement between my legs that was only now ebbing. We kissed for several seconds before we broke it off. I blushed when I realized that Isabelle was standing right outside the door watching the whole thing.

Sara and I gave each other a quick hug and kiss, as we usually did. During her hug she reached up under my skirt as she always did. I had been told the first time that I had met her that I would not be allowed to wear underwear in her presence, and the first thing she always did was check. Her fingers roamed over my bare buns and then, reaching around from behind, brushed between my legs. Satisfied she sat down next to me. Nichole sat down on the other side.

Isabelle leaned in the door and asked for both the shopping bag and my carry-on. I was embarrassed by what she had seen when I greeted Nichole and Sara. It was made even worse when she smiled at me as I handed her both bags, smiled and looked at my now very erect nipples that were very visible through the thin silk of my dress. My face must have been as red as the dress I was wearing.

Isabelle closed the door and Sara, Nichole and I started to chat. They asked me about my flight and filled me in on what our night would entail. We were first off to a friend of Sara's salon, where the two of them had spent the afternoon, to get my hair and makeup done. Nichole told me that they would also be happy to give me a manicure and pedicure while they were working on my face and hair. After the salon it would be off to dinner, at a place also owned by one of Sara's friends and then onto the big pre-fight party that was being held that the MGM.

"And from there, who knows?" Sara said after Nichole had finished. Something in her voice told me however that she had definite plans for us after the party.

As we sat in the limo I noticed both Sara and Nichole appeared to have a lot more on than I did. While Nichole was obviously braless, since she rarely wore one nor did she really need one since, as she often said, if she didn't have nipples she would have no breasts at all. Both also either were wearing pantyhose or stockings, although I couldn't tell which. Sara also obviously had a bra on since there was no other way her very ample breasts could be held up and together simply by the fabric of her dress.

We chatted on the short ride to the salon. They asked how the beginning of the new semester was going and how my summer was. I asked how their trip to Hawaii had gone, and told them how much I wished I could have gone with them, something they had offered but for obvious reasons, such as being gone from home for two weeks without any really good excuse, I had to turn them down. They said it was great and that they had no tan lines, not that they usually did since they both spent so much time at Ten Thousand Waves in Santa Fe.

We arrived at the one of the other hotels and Isabelle dropped us off at the front door. We walked through the casino to get to the shops and I was amazed at all the people that were there playing all sorts of games. Slot machines were flashing and ringing, people were yelling at some of the tables and money was flying everywhere. We arrived at the salon, which was more like a spa and Sara's friend greeted us at the door. It was obvious they were waiting for me because I was instantly whisked away to a private room by someone who was introduced to me as my 'beauty consultant' in the back while Nichole and Sara left with the owner into a private lounge where they could wait for me. As I was led right past everyone who was waiting I was given the evil eye by several women who were in the front reading a variety of magazines or catalogs. This place even smelled like money and I couldn't believe I was here.

The little room I was taken to had everything you could imagine a spa/salon having. There was a massage table, and luxurious leather chair that was more like a lounge chair than a salon chair. The put a short white smock on me, to protect my dress. It was only an inch or two longer than the dress I was wearing. As soon as I was seated I was offered some caviar, something I had never had so I had to try it. It was salty but didn't taste as bad as it looked. I was also offered my choice of champagne or several other beverages. I chose a glass of Cristal. From some door I didn't see, suddenly 4 other people appeared. One would be doing my make-up, another my hair, another my manicure and the last my pedicure. I was told that normally they would start with a massage, but because of the rush that Sara had requested they skip that part. They let me finish my glass of champagne and then quickly got to work.

The chair seemed like something out of a science fiction movie as various trays and rests seemed to appear out of nowhere. First I was reclined and a portable sink was brought over so my hair could be washed. At the same time the arms of the chairs opened and became manicure stations and the foot rests extended and separated to hold my feet for the pedicurist. I quickly had three women working on me, one doing my hair, one my fingernails and the last my toenails. The woman who was to do my makeup was checking out certain colors, matching them with my hair, skin and eyes. She decided that because of my tan, naturally rosy cheeks and coloring that I would only need some light work around my eyes and lips and almost no other makeup.

I closed my eyes as the woman finished shampooing my hair. To call it a shampoo really didn't do it justice, it was more like a great head massage. I could feel my tension melt away as she massaged my scalp, shampooing and then rinsing with water that was just hot enough, but not too hot. I started to drift as I enjoyed the pampering.

Soon my head was wrapped in the thickest and softest towel I had ever felt. I could almost feel it pulling the water from my head it was so absorbent.. The hairdresser quickly squeezed the water from my hair and started to slowly dry it with a blow dryer as they continued to work on my fingernails and toenails.

Up until this point I was enjoying being spoiled so much that I really hadn't thought about anything, but now that I was a little more upright I had a chance to watch a little more of what was going on. While most of the staff was working like a well-oiled machine, the young woman who was doing my pedicure seemed to be having a little trouble concentrating on her work. She kept adjusting herself on her stool and glancing upwards. Only then did I realize what must have been happening. Between my short skirt and white smock, the partial reclining of the chair, and the way the individual foot rests had my legs slightly spread, she must have had a full, unencumbered view of my naked mound.

The woman who was doing my pedicure seemed to be a year or two younger than I was. She had short jet-black hair, dark eyes, multiple piercings in her ears and one in one eyebrow and one in her lower lip. I could also see, peeking out just a little, on one breast, a tattoo of some sort. As she worked she also kept licking her lips and I could see that she had a pierced tongue. The more I looked at her the more she reminded me of my ex-girlfriend. She was much more butch than I was and very into body piercing and body art. The more she reminded me of my ex-girlfriend, the more excited I became. I scooted down a little lower in the chair and opened my legs a little more. She glanced up my legs once more and this time her eyes opened a little wider. Her hands gave her away as she accidentally dug a little too deep under one of my cuticles, causing me to jump slightly. 

"Sorry," she said looking up at me. I just smiled, leaned back and tried to scoot down a little more.

I could tell the other women in the room were not happy with my friend's little faux pas. They gave her disapproving looks and the woman who was in charge crossed her arms and shook her head.

"It was my fault really," I said, trying to undo some of the damage I had done. "I moved my foot, I am sort of ticklish down there." 

As if to tell her what down there I was really talking about, I spread my legs a little wider. She tried to concentrate on my feet but I caught her glancing up once again, at my increasing excited and wet mound. Now I was the one who was having a problem sitting still.

I closed my eyes and let them work on me. All the time however I could feel myself growing more excited. Every few minutes I would open my eyes, to check and see if my friend was still sneaking peeks. If she weren't, I would wiggle a little and make sure I closed and opened my legs. That seemed to always get her attention. Finally I was able to make eye contact with her. When I did, I closed my eyes and licked my lips. Then I contracted my muscles and could actually feel a little moisture get pushed out of me. I opened my eyes and her eyes were locked on my mound. I pulsed my muscles and her eyes widened and she dropped the little tool she was using. When she looked back up at me, I licked my lips, closed my eyes and let myself relax one more time. I knew if I kept this up I would have a stain on the back of my dress and that would not do with the big plans Sara and Nichole had for the night.

I relaxed and tried not to think about my friend working on my toenails and just enjoy the experience. I had never been so pampered in my life. Soon the manicurist was done with my nails but the woman working on my toenails seemed to be taking an unusually long time. I smiled when I thought that the reason for this was that she must have been enjoying the view I was providing her. Soon my hair was done and they started working on my makeup. Finally the pedicurist stated that she was finished. I asked them to stop for a minute so I could look at her work. I pretended that I couldn't see them very well from so far away, and I pulled one foot up and put the heel on the edge of the chair. If the view she had before was something, this one was even better. She smiled one last time as a complimented on how much I loved what she did.

"It was my pleasure," she responded with a smile. This time it was she was the one who licked her lips. She gathered up her tools and left leaving only my beauty consultant and the woman who was doing my makeup.

It was a few more minutes before they announced that they were done. I had avoided looking at what they were doing with my hair and face. When I did look in the mirror I was very happy with it. My hair was done up, something I rarely do, and looked beautiful. It had just a couple of strands of curls dropping down on the sides of my face. My makeup was better than I had ever seen it. She had done a great job pulling out the colors in my eyes and my lips were so luscious looking I almost wanted to kiss myself. I thanked them both and was led back to a waiting area. Here again I had my choice of champagne and snacks, if you can call caviar a snack.




Las Vegas



I was given another glass of Cristal and snacked on some delicious pate and croutons. They told me that I could wait here for Sara and Nichole.

A couple of minutes later the woman who had given me a pedicure walked in. She looked over her shoulder as she did so.

"Hello Miss," she said. She kept the door open but at the same time seemed a little nervous.

"Hi," I replied with a smile. I re-crossed my legs, which I consider my second best asset since they are well tanned and well toned, long and shapely and took a sip from my glass. I looked down at my toes, which peeked out the end of my heels. "I just love what you did."

"The pleasure was all mine Miss," she almost whispered, blushing slightly. "In fact," she reached into the pocket of her smock and took out a card, which she held out, "if you ever want another pedicure I would hope you would ask for me. In fact, we don't advertise it much, but we do provide a service where we can come up to your hotel room and provide whatever services you require."

I took her card and looked at it. It had all the information on it of the salon and only her first name, Maria. I turned it over and saw she had written a telephone number on the back.

She seemed very nervous now. She looked over her shoulder again to make sure no one else was within earshot. "That is just in case you should need anything when I am not here. We are open 24 hours but if you want me specifically that would be the best way to contact me. I do more than just pedicures you know."

It seemed that Maria had said more than she wished to because now she really blushed and turned away.

"Oh I am sure you do, in fact, I was really wishing there was more I could get done today, but my friends are in a bit of a hurry." I replied, amazed at my own daring.

Just then Sara, Nichole and the owner of the salon appeared in the doorway. Maria smiled at me one last time and said, "Well Miss, like I said, it was a pleasure to serve you today and I hope to see you again." She excused herself and left the room. Sara raised an eyebrow as she saw me tucking the card away in my purse.

I thanked the owner for the wonderful service she and her staff had provided and she said the pleasure was all theirs.

"Sara is an old and dear friend, and we always seek to please her friends." The owner smiled, as she looked me over. "And to be of service to such a beautiful young woman is an even greater pleasure." 

I blushed and couldn't help feeling awkward. My bravado of a couple of minutes ago was now completely gone as I felt like a shy little girl. I could feel goose bumps rising on my skin as what seemed like a chill went through me. My nipples hardened and were easily visible through my dress. This time however it was through embarrassment and not arousal.

The owner smiled as she saw my reaction and didn't try and hide the fact she was looking at my breasts and erect nipples. "If I can ever be of service in any other way, Sara has my number."

Sara gave her a smile and as they kissed goodbye she whispered something in her ear. Nichole then took my hand and led me out of the room and to the waiting limo.

"What was that all about?" Nichole said as we were walking to the limo.

"Oh, nothing," I replied with a little smirk. "She just wanted to make sure that I enjoyed my pedicure and to tell me that if I ever wanted another one that I should make sure to ask for her."

Nichole raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I smiled knowing for once I had put one over or both her and Sara. I doubted I would ever get a chance to call Maria for a more private pedicure, but the idea that of doing it certainly intrigued me. I wondered privately where else she had piercings and body art.

Nichole and I got in the limo and Sara joined us a minute later. I thanked them both for the trip to the salon.

"It was worth it," Sara said. "You look luscious." Sara had a way of exaggerating everything, but in this case I had to agree with her. In this dress, with this makeover I must agree, I looked good enough to eat. And something told me that before the night was over, at least one of the two women I was with would make sure that happened.

Our next stop was a place called Nora's. After the trip to the salon it was almost disappointing as we drove up. I was expecting some grand restaurant in one of the casinos. Instead this place was a small cafe in a strip mall, far from the Strip. Sara said she had ate here everytime she came to Vegas and that she felt it had the best Italian food west of Chicago and East of San Francisco.

She was right. What this place lacked in flash it made up for by presenting some of the best food I had ever had anywhere. I felt a little out of place, all dressed up, but Nora made me feel like I was a long lost daughter. She was an older Italian woman, who Sara had told me immigrated from the old country. She used only homemade pasta and the freshest ingredients. We started with a bottle of Italian red wine and a plate of fried squid, or calamari fritte as Nora called it. After that we had the antipasto and then I had the most delicious pasta dish I had ever had in my life. It was linguini covered in a sauce of olive oil, capers, green olives and other delicious ingredients. And the size of the plate was enormous. Even with not eating since breakfast, and being very hungry, I couldn't even finish half of it.

When dinner was finished, Nora, like the Italian woman she was, still wanted to feed me. I was too full for dessert, and had had one to many glasses of wine already, so I accepted her recommendation of an espresso. Like everything else it was excellent, and so strong that it actually helped clear some of the fuzziness the wine had brought to my head.

Over the espresso Sara told me a little more about the party we were to go to. She said it was at the MGM grand and that it was for the big fight they were having there. She knew the manager of the 'room' and we would have great seats. She also told me that I could expect to see all sorts of celebrities both from the world of entertainment and sports, and that I shouldn't walk around with my mouth hanging open all night. I was to have fun, but to also remember that the people there were there more to be seen than to have fun. We were going to have fun, but not everyone there would be approachable or even civil if you weren't "somebody." I also was to under no circumstances ask for an autograph.

I listened intently and suddenly felt quite inadequate. I knew Sara knew people, but I suddenly wished she hadn't told me so much about the party. My excitement had suddenly turned to nervousness.

Isabelle brought the limo around front and Sara said goodbye to Nora. She promised to visit the restaurant on her next trip to Vegas. We all climbed in the limo and headed back towards the Strip. I suddenly realized it was almost midnight. Where had the night gone I wondered.

When we arrived at the MGM it was like we were rolling up to some Hollywood Awards Ceremony. The line of limos waiting to let off their passengers must have be twenty to thirty deep. And most were even bigger than the one we were in, and a lot were SUV limos, something I had only seen once or twice before in my life.

As we waited Nichole poured me another glass of champagne. I downed it quickly hoping to calm my nerves a little. She poured me another and this one I sipped slowly, determined not to get drunk and make a fool out of myself.. I had a mild buzz now, but not enough to be called drunk.

Finally it was our turn to unload. Isabelle pulled up to the curb and a mountain of a man opened the door for us. We got out and flashbulbs popped, until the photographers decided we weren't anyone important or famous. Several of the men behind the ropes wolf whistled as I was helped out of the limo by Mr. Mountain. His hand was so huge that mine was almost completely lost in it. I had never seen a man who was that big before in my life. He not only seemed like he was almost 7 feet tall, but he was a true mountain of muscle. If he had a neck, I certainly didn't see it.

Sara said something to the man at the door, who was almost a twin in size to the man who had helped me out of the limo, and he quickly checked his list and let us in. This entrance was more private, not leading us through the casino, and I suddenly found myself looking down on a large room, about half full right now. We were at the top of this beautiful staircase. I was amazed not only the people who I saw in there, celebrities of all sorts, but also by the place itself. It had a huge dance floor; tables and booths scattered about and was just what one would have thought of if you went into one of the exclusive clubs you had heard about it. Even the staircase was something special. It looked to be made of all glass. Suddenly I remembered I was not wearing underwear, as I looked through the staircase, and at all the people seated at tables and in booths that were directly underneath it.

"Umm, Nichole," I whispered in her ear. "I can't walk down that."

"Sure you can, what is your problem? You haven't had that much to drink." She started down. Sara was already two steps ahead of us, following someone who I assumed was taking us to our table.

"I mean I don't have any panties on. Look at all those people down there."

Nichole laughed. "Suddenly shy? That is not like you. Usually you love to show off."

She pulled away and followed Sara.

Now I was stuck. I was at the top of this staircase and Sara and Nichole were half way down already. I looked around and everyone seemed to be busy talking, dancing or drinking. Oh what the hell I figured and I started walking down the stairs thinking that no one would notice.

How wrong I was. As soon as I started down the stairs I noticed a table of what looked like athletes looking up. They had obviously taken that table specifically for the view, because later in the night I noticed that any time a young woman in a short dress started down the stairs, their eyes went immediately upward. Now I was going from embarrassed to a little mad. I knew men would do anything to get a glance at a woman's crotch, and that most athletes were worse than most men, but these guys were just down right pigs.

"Okay, you want a show, I will give you a show." I said to myself. "I will give you a show that will make you want something that you, nor any other man, will ever get a chance to touch."

Nichole had turned around to check that I was following her when I pretended to stop and fix my shoe. I turn around on the stairs and put one foot on the higher stair and pretended to adjust my shoe. I did this right over the table of athletes so I know they would get a good view. I spent a long time working on the shoe, even removing it and pretending something was wrong inside it. Every eye on that table was looking up now, and even some more men had been called over. I pretended to not notice anything that was going on down below me. Finally, when I knew they had gotten themselves an eyeful, and some of them probably had something else full, I finally finished 'adjusting my shoe' and continued down the stairs.

"What was that all about," Nichole asked when I reached her.

"Oh, just something in my shoe I guess," I told her.

She glanced over at the table of now hooting, hollering and slobbering pigs and raised an eyebrow as she looked at me. "Don't start anything that you might not want to finish," she grabbed my arm and hurried me to catch up to Sara.

We were seated at what had to be one of the better tables in the place. We were near the dance floor but far enough away that we didn't have people dancing on top of us. The entire place was sort of tiered, with four tiers that went out in more or less concentric circles from the dance floor. We were on the second tier and had a great view of everything that was going on. The DJ was just off to our right, and apparently he was some hotshot himself because he had several celebrities and what looked like groupies hanging out around him, we had a view of the staircase so we could see everyone who entered and everyone in the place could see us. There was already a bottle of champagne in a bucket waiting for us and three glasses were quickly poured. Sara smiled as she looked around. She was definitely in her element.

We weren't there more than two minutes when a waitress brought over another bottle of champagne. She said it was from the table of 'gentlemen' over under the stairs. Gentlemen my ass!!!!! Well, actually that is what those 'gentlemen' were interested in, my ass, or my pussy at least.

Sara looked at me and raised an eyebrow. She then looked that the location of the table and smiled. She knew what was going on and she approved. Sara loved teasing men as much as I did, the only difference was that she would also sleep with them, something I had never done and had no plans of doing.

Well, at least for a bunch of pigs they had good taste, even if it was unimaginative, they had sent over a bottle of 1989 Dom Perignon. I raised my glass to them and crossed my legs, letting my short skirt ride up high on my thigh. I must admit, with all the beautiful women around, all the celebrities and models, all the showgirls and 'escorts' I did enjoy the fact that these men had noticed me, even if it was because they had a great view of my shaved mound through a glass staircase.

I was in awe of all the people I saw at the party. Some of the most beautiful, if surgically enhanced and sculptured, women I had ever seen were there. They were wearing some of the most beautiful clothes I had ever seen, as well as some of the most revealing. Besides their clothing, many were wearing tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars in jewelry around their necks, hanging from their ears, on their wrists and fingers. I saw one woman who even had a pierced belly button with what had to be a five-carat diamond attached to the stud. Almost all the women there were young and beautiful, even if most of the men were well past their prime. But the main difference was that while almost every woman was beautiful, it was just as easy to tell that almost every man there was rich, and some very much richer than others. One rather old, rather fat and rather ugly man was sharing his table with six women, all probably less than twenty, all very beautiful and all probably making a very nice amount of cash for one evenings work.

After we had been there a few minutes one of the guys from the table under the stairs came over to ask me to dance. I recognized him immediately as a member of one of the Phoenix sports teams. The stories about him around town were legendary. He was married, but that didn't seem to stop him from visiting many of the dance clubs and singles spots around town. He even had gotten in trouble once at a club that had erotic dancers. Apparently one of the dancers boyfriends had not appreciated the attention his girlfriend was getting from this guy and ended up getting thrown through a window when he tried to get this guy to leave her alone. It never made the daily papers but was common knowledge throughout the town.

"Hi," it was easy to see that the had been drinking, perhaps a little too much, "enjoying the champagne?" He pulled up a chair and sat down right next to me.

I looked at Sara and Nichole, unsure what to do. "Yes we are," Sara piped in. He never even looked at her, instead staring first at my face, then at my breasts. "In fact, we were just talking about what a good taste you have in champagne. 1989, a very good year."

I don't think he ever heard a word Sara had said. His eyes now were checking out my legs and he pulled his chair a little closer to me. He put his hand on my knee, perhaps more to steady himself as he leaned closer to me than to just cop a feel of my leg. His beery breath exploded in my face as he thought he was whispering to me, "Why don't you and I head out to the dance floor, where we might get to know each other a little better."

I could tell Sara had just about had enough of this oaf. But at the same time she was enjoying my obvious discomfort. Nichole on the other hand was obviously wishing this guy would just leave. I had seen her jealous before and that look was starting to seep into her eyes. I moved his hammy hand off of my leg and looked over at Sara wondering what I should do.

"Why don't you two young people go have some fun," Sara said, sounding much like a caring aunt and not what she really was.

That was all he needed as his hammy hand grasped my upper arm and virtually carried me to the dance floor. I looked back over my shoulder to Nichole. My eyes said please help me. Sara just grabbed her wrist and held her tight. My eyes shifted to Sara with a look that said I would get her back for this.

Once we reached the dance floor I was very happy to see that it was fast music, even though this did not keep him from putting his hands on me every chance he got. I don't know if it was just that he was drunk but although he was a pro athlete, he moved more like an elephant with an inner ear problem on the dance floor than someone who made his living with his body. Not only did he keep grabbing at me, he kept bumping into other people on the dance floor.

I must say even with this ox on the dance floor with me it was an amazing place to be. I had never been so close to so many people I had seen only on TV or in magazine before. She had won a Grammy. He was a hot new actor. She was a Playboy Playmate who married that famous guy. There were the two famous women who I had heard rumors about in the lesbian community dancing together. He played for the World Champions. I sort of lost myself in my surroundings while Mr. Stumblebum continued to make a fool out of himself..

Just my luck however, the music changed from a hip-hop beat to a slow dance.. Most couples left the floor, and I went to do so also when he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He was so strong that even when I tried pulling away he simply held me, firmly, not hurting me, but sending a clear signal that he wanted to dance to this song.

We started to sway to the music and I felt lost in just the physical size of this man. I am not a small woman, but he was so much larger than me that I felt like he was wrapping himself around me. At first things went okay, even though his breath was almost too much to take. But soon things started to go bad. With one hand he pressed my face into his chest while his other hand started to paw at me. He ran his fingers along the sides of my breasts. Then he grabbed my ass. I tried to pull away but he just held me tighter. I was having trouble breathing as I could feel his hand reaching under my dress. Oh my god, not just under it, he was lifting it up.

I tried to push away but couldn't. He had me held tight and as his hand reached down and started pulling up my dress I tried to hit him but it was like hitting a brick wall. Any second now my entire ass would be in view of everyone in the club and this guys hammy hand was trying to force its way between my legs. I tried to push his hand away but all that seemed to do is make him more determined.

Suddenly, something happened. I felt a smaller hand grab my arm as I felt the huge mass of muscle let go of me and start falling away. I quickly smoothed out my skirt in back as I watched, in seemingly slow motion, the mountain fall. Remember the saying, the bigger they are, the harder they fall, it is true. Not only did he fall slowly, but when he hit the entire dance floor shook. He lay there blinking his eyes and looking around, unsure of what happened. I looked down at the hand that had kept me from falling over and realized it belonged to one of the two women I spoke about earlier. She, whom I will call LT and her friend who I will refer to as DB had stayed on the dance floor and were dancing next to us.




Las Vegas



"I saw what was happening, and figured you could use a hand." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. Her friend was standing next the fallen mountain with a look of mock horror on her face.

"I am so sorry," her friend said looking down at him. "I didn't see you, I must have knocked you over."

His friends were laughing back at their table. He still lay there, shaking his head from side to side, still not sure exactly what happened.

"Thank you so much," I said to LT. "I just couldn't get away from him. He was too strong and too big." I was embarrassed to admit that this creep could nearly assault me on the dance floor, but I was also very happy LT and her friend had been there.

"Don't worry, women, booze and athletes just don't seem to be a good mix." She walked me away from the scene, where DB was pretending to help up the mountain, but kept 'accidentally' dropping him when he tried to use her hand to help himself up. Finally two of his friends came over and lifted him off the floor. I don't know if it was his drunken state of embarrassment that made him forget about me, but whatever it was I was thankful.

DB came over and joined LT and I. "Well that was close she said. Are you okay?"

I explained besides being somewhat ashamed that I had let that creep do that to me, that I was fine. "Thank you so much. Another second and I just don't know what would have happened."

"Oh, actually it was kind of fun," DB said with an impish grin. "I love it when those kind of guys get shown up, and even more so when I am the one to do it."

LT shook her head, "And one day it is going to come back and bite you."

"Moi," DB said, faking innocence. "But, I didn't do anything, in fact I even tried to help him up."

We all shared a good laugh. I looked over at Sara and Nichole and saw that Sara had a rather stern look on her face. I knew I was in a little trouble, but for what I wasn't sure.

"Oh shit, now what did I do," I said under my breath.

Both LT and DB gave me a questioning look. "I just think I am in trouble." I motioned to Sara and Nichole. "I better go over there and see what is going on."

"Well, we are coming with you," LT and DB both said at once. "After all, we are now your official protectors."

"I don't know," I paused looking over that Sara.

"We are coming with you," they each grabbed and arm and started walking me over to Sara and Nichole.

"Well, I see that the first time I let you off on your own, you create quite a stir." Sara said, her voice was not angry, but it did tell me she wasn't happy.

"HEY," DB interrupted. "It wasn't her fault. The guy was a creep and if I hadn't 'bumped into' him, well she would have ended up being assaulted right there on the dance floor."

Sara gave DB a look that would have stopped most other people, but DB was not just anyone and suddenly there was a war of wills. DB looked at Sara with the same look Sara gave her. She was now officially my protector and she seemed to be taking her roll seriously. LT put her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her. Nichole just looked away, unsure which side to be on, and also not happy with LT's arm around me.

The staring contest must have lasted for 30 seconds. Unbelievably Sara blinked first. "Okay, I guess your right. I really couldn't see what was going on out there. Lynne, are you okay?"

I looked down and nodded.

DB spoke up, "Lynne, so that's your name. Well I am D and this is L."

"Like I didn't know?" Suddenly I felt silly. She was just being polite, but both of them were well enough known that the introductions were really unnecessary.

"Well, why don't we all just have a drink," LT said as she pulled over a chair to our table.

"Oh my," again I blundered. I had not introduced Sara and Nichole. "This is Sara and this is Nichole." Sara's look told me I just had gotten strike two.

"Glad to meet you," DB chimed up. "But enough of that, lets have some fun."

DB flagged a waitress down and ordered drinks for herself and LT. Sara poured me another glass of champagne and handed it to me. I gulped it down, as suddenly the entire thing that happened hit me.

DB is the one who put her arm around me this time, as I had somehow gotten myself between her and LT. I put my head on her shoulder and she started to stroke my hair as I cried. Now I really felt silly, crying on DB's shoulder, but I just couldn't stop. She pulled me closer and finally I got a hold of myself. I lifted my head up.

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me." I looked in DB's eyes, tears still in mine.

DB reached up and brushed away my tears. "Hey, you were nearly raped out there, you are entitled to a couple of tears." DB leaned forward and kissed me gently. Her lips stayed on mine a moment longer than they should have for just a friendly kiss. I can't say that I didn't like it. In fact, if she had gone farther I would have welcomed it, even with Sara and Nichole sitting right there.

We spent the rest of our time at the MGM with DB and LT. They were very friendly and not anything I would have expected. Here I was, a nobody, yet suddenly it was as if I was there best friend. We danced, sang and generally had a great time. Even Sara seemed to be having fun. All sorts of famous people came over to our table either to see DB, LT or Sara and some even joined us for a while. I met and danced with people I never even dreamed about having a chance to ever see up close. Basically, I had a great time.

The party was scheduled to go on all night, but Sara told me that we were going to have to leave soon. As soon as DB heard this she grabbed me and took me out on the dance floor.

"You have danced with just about everyone else but me. Now it is my turn." She led me to the far side of the dance floor, a side where the lights were a little darker and there were less photographers and celebrities.

"So who are Nichole and Sara?" DB asked as we started dancing.

"Oh, just friends," I said trying to be vague.

"Hmmmm, friends. At first I thought one of them might have been your mom or aunt or something. But it is obvious that you guys are probably not related." DB said.

Sara had made sure that I moved over to her side at one point, and she kissed me more than once, and they were not kisses that a mother or aunt would give.. Nichole was enjoying herself, but was obviously jealous of all the attention I was getting.

"Well, maybe a little more than friends," I admitted, looking down. I was still not out and was not used to admitting the fact I was a lesbian to anyone, never mind someone famous.

"Hey, we all have 'friends' don't we. And those that are a little more than friends." The music slowed is if on queue and DB moved towards me. She put her arms around me and we started to sway together. "In fact, if you would be interested, I wouldn't mind becoming more than just friends with you." She kissed me, and this time the kiss did last longer, and go farther, than the one she had given me at the table.

I was glad we were on the other side of the dance floor, away from cameras and away from where Sara and Nichole could see me. DB and I danced and kissed for the remainder of the song. Her mouth was so warm and soft. I loved the feeling of my breasts pressed against hers. We would kiss, smile at each other, talk a little and then kiss some more. When the song ended we just sort of stood there in each other's arms, looking at each other. This time I kissed her and she pressed herself against me. I didn't want this moment to end, but as the song started up again she broke off the kiss. She opened her purse and handed me a card with just a number on it.

"That is my personal cell phone. Call me." She said.

"I am only going to be in town for this weekend," I said, staring at the card. "Then I have to go back to Provo." I put the card in my bag.

"Utah, great, I love skiing at Deer Valley. Maybe we can go skiing one weekend. I have a friend who has a house right on the mountain we could have, all to ourselves." She kissed me one more time and then grabbed my hand and we rushed back to the others.

Sara and Nichole were already to leave. I gave LT a hug and peck on the cheek and gave DB another hug. "I will call, I promise," I whispered in her ear. We gave each other a little peck on the cheek and I was whisked away.

This time I didn't even think about it as I strutted up the stairs. I heard some hooting and hollering from down below, but I was on a cloud and even the oafs at the table were not going to knock me off it.

Isabelle was waiting at the front door as we walked outside. Sara either called her on her cell or sent someone to tell her we were coming. It was nearly 4:00 a.m. and I thought we would be heading back to the hotel. It suddenly struck me that it was officially my birthday, and had been for four hours. I was 23.

I couldn't stop thanking Sara and Nichole for the wonderful time I was having. I kissed them both. I couldn't imagine sleeping at this point, and in fact had no intention of going to sleep when we got back to the hotel. I fully intended on catering to both of them. Sara loved to watch Nichole and I and I intended on giving her a show that she would not soon forget. And Nichole, well she never complained when I let my lust take over.

The limo pulled away and started towards the Strip. We should have taken a right down the Strip, but instead went straight.

"Where are we going," I looked at Sara.

"Oh you will see," she said with a smile. 

We started driving through an industrial, and rather seedy part of town. I knew that Sara knew a lot of the seedier parts of Vegas, the swing clubs and the places where people went for what one might call carnal pleasures. I was starting to get a little worried about where they were taking me. Suddenly I saw a pair of big red lips in the sky and a sign that said "Cheetahs, Topless Club."

We pulled into the parking lot and Isabelle let us out at the front door. I had never been to a topless, strip, erotic dancing or any type of club like this so I had no idea what to expect. Even this early in the morning the parking lot was packed and a line of limos was parked across the street. There was also a line of cabs waiting for fares leaving the club.

Sara walked up to the door and someone was waiting for us. He gave Sara a huge hug and a kiss. Another one of Sara's old friends? He introduced himself and quickly whisked us into the club. He and Sara chatted, as I looked around with my jaw hanging open.

The club was full of beautiful, barely dressed women. Some were dancing onstage in just g-strings, others were sitting with men talking to them and others were, well I really couldn't figure out exactly what they were doing. It was sort of one-on-one dancing, sometimes a couple of feet away, sometimes right in the man's lap. But it was the women that amazed me. They all looked beautiful.

We were quickly brought to the far end of the room where a table was waiting for us. It wasn't really a booth, but more like a couch. As we walked through the club I felt even more awkward than walking down the staircase. The place was almost exclusively male customers, with a couple of women with their husbands/boyfriends. It seemed like most of the men in the place were as interested in, if not more so, Sara, Nichole and I than they were the dancers. A few of the dancers waved to or blew kisses to Sara. She smiled and waved back. I began to wonder if there was anywhere we would go in Vegas where Sara didn't know anyone.

We were seated and again a bottle of champagne was waiting for us. Sara loved expensive champagne. We each were poured a glass of champagne and Sara held it up for a toast.

"To Lynne, her birthday and her first visit to my old workplace."

So this is where Sara had worked and met her husband. I looked around and tried to imagine a younger Sara dancing on the stage and sitting with the men trying to get them to buy her drinks. Considering how beautiful she was it was easy to see her working here and making a lot of money. She had once told me she had first expressed her bisexuality when she was working here. I could see why.

The guy who met us at the door sat down and talked to Sara for a few minutes. Sara introduced me, since he seemed to already know Nichole. He looked me over and smiled.

"Pleased to meet you," he said. "You know if you ever move to Vegas and need a job..."

I blushed. Even though I was sure he was just being flirty and kind. I really didn't feel I measured up to the girls I saw working here. They all looked great, long legs, beautiful faces, and great bodies. I couldn't imagine even coming close to them. 

"Thanks, but I am only visiting," I said, suddenly shy again.

"Well, if you ever do, just come see me and I will set you up."

Sara gave him a dirty look, one made in jest. "Not the same way you set me up I hope. It took me 15 years go get away from that creep."

"Hey, but look at you now gorgeous." He leaned over and gave Sara a kiss on the cheek. He then got up and started to head towards the bar. "Business calls ladies. If I can get you anything else, please let me know." In an instant he had disappeared into the crowd.

"So what do you think," Nichole leaned over to me so I could here her above the music.

"Well, I have never been to a place like this. I mean, I had heard of them.." I still was wide eyed as I looked at the girl a few feet away grinding her bottom into some guy in a suit's crotch.

"Well, this one you might even know more about. Ever heard of the movie Showgirls, it is based on this place. Of course this place is only topless and the movie had the girls dancing nude." Nichole was looking around, almost like she was looking for someone in particular.

"So Sara has brought you here before?" I looked over at Sara and a very beautiful dancer had already sat down next to her and given her a hug. They were chatting like old friends, except one friend had her top off.

"Yes, on my first trip to Vegas with her. Now, we come back every time we are in town. The guy who met us at the door is an old friend of Sara and she knows a lot of the girls who have worked here for a while. But they do have a rather high turnover but we meet new friends every time." Nichole waved back to a dancer that waved to her as she led a man by the hand toward the back of the club.

"Where are they going?" I asked, suddenly feeling incredibly naïve.

"Oh, the VIP room, that is where the real money is made. The dances out here are only the appetizers. If you want the main course, it means you go back there." Nichole started to pay attention to a dancer on the stage.

Soon Sara excused herself and left with the dancer she was talking to. They went into what I guessed was the dancer's the dressing room. I hadn't even realized I had finished my first glass of champagne until Nichole poured me another.

I sat there sort of like a bump on a log for a couple of minutes. Another dancer had sat down next to Nichole and they were chatting. They obviously knew each other and were just making normal small talk. I was sipping my champagne a little to quickly when she came over and sat down next to me.

"Hi," she said. "I am Peyton. First time at Cheetahs?"

"Yes, is it that obvious?" I said. Peyton was stunning. She had long, wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a body that was about as perfect as I could imagine. She was about my height, but with her heels, which were as high as any I had seen, she would stand a couple inches taller. Her legs were so long and in her very tiny g-string and top, well, there wasn't much I couldn't see. Her breasts weren't huge, but looked perfectly shaped and probably not enhanced since they weren't much larger than my b cups.

Peyton smiled at me and said, "Oh, well, you might want to think about closing your mouth a little. And your eyes, well they are a little wide. Other than that, I never would have guessed."

I couldn't help but blush and giggle a little. "My friends brought me here.. Sara, my other friend, is back there," I pointed to the dressing room. "And this is Nichole."

Nichole stopped her conversation for a second to say a quick hi and then went back to her conversation.

"Welcome to Cheetahs." Peyton held out her hand and I shook it. "You are out late. Gambling in the casinos?"

"No. We were at a party at the MGM Grand. Then Sara wanted to come here, she used to work here." Peyton's eyes lit up when she heard me talk about the party at the MGM.

"You got to go to THE PARTY? Lucky you. I tried to get a guy who comes in here to take me to the party, but..." Peyton looked down. "Well, how was the party. I am so jealous. They said everyone was going to be there."

"It was fun, after I got past this big oaf who tried to put his hand up my dress on the dance floor." I wished I could get past that but it kept creeping into my thoughts about the party.

"Oh god, I hate that. In this town it seems like if a guy dances with you in a club, he thinks he can do anything he wants. At least here I get to control things. Rules are guys can't touch you, although sometimes if the guy is really nice I will let him touch my legs or back while I dance for him." Peyton looked up at the stage and smiled. She opened up the little box she was carrying and took out a five. "Do me a favor with you, that is my girl up there dancing. Would you mind tipping her for me?" 

I looked over at the stage and this stunning brunette was dancing. She moved like a cat, very elegantly yet very erotically. She was tall, with long legs, an impossibly flat tummy and very large breasts. Unlike Peyton, she did look like she had had her breasts enhanced. But even so, she was incredibly beautiful. Her large, dark brown eyes were haunting.

I looked at Peyton and my eyes must have told her that I didn't have the foggiest idea what she wanted me to do. "Just take this and stand over there, next to the stage, when Sapphire comes over to you put this either in her g-string or garter, whichever she offers you."

"Why don't you just do it?" I sort of felt like a fool for asking.

"It just is that when women who aren't dancers give us tips, it seems to loosen the guys up and we get better tips." Peyton leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "And I want to make Sapphire jealous, want to make sure she sees me over here with another beautiful woman."

Now I really blushed. Beautiful, me, in this room full of some of the sexiest women I had ever seen. I took the five and walked over to the side of the stage.

The music was just changing songs as I got to the stage. Sapphire was walking around, picking up dollars that were left on the railing and dancing a little for each guy as she did. She saw me out of the corner of my eye and was working her way down towards me. A lot of the men around the stage noticed me to. The whole thing sent a shiver up my spine. The Goosebumps it created, especially the two most prominent ones, did not help matters.

Finally Sapphire got to me. She had gotten down on her knees to lean over and give the last guy, who had put a $20 on the railing, a hug so instead of walking over me she crawled, slowly, seductively. I felt like every eye in the place was on her and I as she slowly started to dance in front or me.. Her naked breasts, I couldn't help but look at them. She saw me looking and started to play with them, caress them, squeeze them. I shifted from foot to foot, my embarrassment turning to excitement as she leaned way back and one of her hands moved down her belly to her fabric covered mound. The fabric looked incredibly thin because I could see the outline of her vulva through the material. Even more evident was the small bump that could only be her pearl. She took her fingertip and slowly stroked the little bump.. My eyes were locked on that finger as I felt my own little bump aching. Finally, as the song came to an end she came over right next to me and held out the side of her g-string. I put the bill in it. She leaned over and kissed me on the neck. She then left as the music for the next song started.




Las Vegas



"Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," Linzi smirked. Her two-tone hair was placed high atop her head with a rubber band, her bangs matted to her forehead. She grinned. "Thank goodness for that, right?"

Blowing bubbles playfully across the giant porcelain Jacuzzi tub, Jenna giggled. "Yes, I'm glad that no one will ever find out about last night."

"Unless we tell them," Linzi nodded and blew bubbles right back at her best friend. 

Jenna smiled. "Linz, who would we tell? Everyone we've ever met was there last night!"

"Not my mother!" the blonde and black haired girl winked. "And not your brother!"

"As if I would invite my brother to my Bachelorette Party?" 

"Billy invited his sister, she just couldn't make it," Linzi observed.

Jenna lowered her naked body further down into the steaming hot bubbles. "Well, Billy is fucking whacked then."

"Thank you," Linzi grinned. "That's my future husband you're talking about!"

"And he's bonkers," Jenna winked.

"As if Paul is normal," Linzi laughed, lowering her exposed breasts down into the warm water. "Did you see him grinding on that stripper?"

Jenna giggled softly at the memory, continuing to blow foam around the bathtub. "Yes! Did you see how red his cheeks got? He was blushing like a fool when she put his hands on the pole and made him, well...."

Linzi shook her head. "I'm trying to forget that, thank you."

"Speaking of things I'd like to forget, how on earth did that blonde stripper manage to get Billy completely naked?"

"He was drunk," Linzi laughed. "He was totally fucking shit-faced, in fact."

Jenna nodded. "I figured. Seems like every time Matt and the Avenged Crew show up, Billy's sobriety is doomed."

Linzi nodded. "For sure."

The door opened a crack and the two girls glanced upward to watch the man enter and shut the door softly behind him. He smirked fiendishly as he took a seat on the side of the large tub, beside his fiancée. "You girls are taking a bath together?" his deep voice practically sang with joy.

"Yes, Paul," Linzi smirked. "Want to join us?"

"Don't tease him!" Jenna laughed. "He can't handle it. You saw him last night during the lap dance. He practically sprayed the inside of his shorts!"

"GROSS!" Linzi shrieked jokingly.

Paul blushed and ran a hand up into his dark hair. He'd recently dyed it back to his natural chestnut brown shade, on Jenna's demand. She had sworn at him, telling him she would not have multi-colored "ice cream hair" in her wedding photographs. He had relented. What Jenna wanted, Jenna got. "Yeah, umm, sorry about that," he blushed.

Jenna reached a bubble covered arm out of the bathtub and pinched her fiance's cheek. "I love you, baby. You're so cute."

"Speaking of cute babies," Linzi coughed. "Where's mine?"

"Playing piano," Paul motioned his head in the direction of the shut door. "Very poorly, might I add."

"Can you believe we have a piano in our hotel room?" Jenna beamed. "I feel like a princess."

"Only the best for my princess," Paul grinned, rubbing slow circles on Jenna's upper back. "That's why we booked this suite, afterall."

"I love Las Vegas," Linzi sighed, dipping lower into the water. She inched upward slightly when she felt her toes collide with her friend's, and she mouthed a silent apology.

"I love The Hard Rock," Jenna sighed dreamily. "Thank you, Hard Rock, for giving us this beautiful suite."

Paul snorted. "My credit card bill is the proof that they didn't give us shit!"

Linzi shrugged. "That's true. And I still say we should have stayed somewhere less...."

"Fancy?" Paul questioned.

"Expensive," Linzi finished her thought. "You know? We're not the twins. We don't need all of this glitz and-"

Jenna erupted into laughter at this.

"What?" Linzi laughed. "What'd I say?"

"You dissed the twins," Paul winked. "That was a low blow."

Linzi shrugged and reached for her glass of wine. She took a slow sip of the red liquid before continuing. "Well, come on, Paul. We're the ones getting married, and Benji and Joel rented a suite the same size as this so that they could stay TWO nights. Now seriously. Was that necessary?"

Jenna continued to laugh. "Come on, Linz. I'm sure that it was absolutely mandatory that they have a personal chef in the suite to cook all of their meals."

"Exactly!" Linzi spat, nearly choking on her wine. "Seriously! That's just insane. And I'm sorry, but I cannot stand that girl that Joel is dating."

Jenna nodded. "But would you rather it be the Teen Queen?"

Paul sighed. "You girls are such hens!"

"Paul, come on," Jenna frowned. "Baby, be serious. Joel is out of his mind when it comes to women! One minute he's dating someone half his age, and the next minute-"

"She is not half his age!" Paul interrupted.

" . . . And the next he's dating some Parisian stripper who has a fetish for Prada heels and torn blue jeans. I mean, seriously," Jenna frowned. "He doesn't know what he wants. All he knows is that he likes women. Period, end of story."

"Why are we even talking about Joel?" Linzi pondered aloud. "This is OUR Bachelor-Bachelorette weekend. We should be enjoying ourselves and not thinking about our strange friends and their equally bizarre quirks."

"Here, here," Jenna raised her wine glass and reached across the bathtub to toast her best friend. "And the most important question is, why are we naked and the men clothed?"

Linzi nodded. "That's an excellent question, Jen!"

Paul shook his head and stood up. He stretched, allowing his white t-shirt to ride up on his stomach and expose a small trail of hair. Jenna grinned. "Baby, why don't you join us?"

Paul considered this, before grinning, "Because then William will de-ball me!" The girls erupted into laughter as Paul approached the door and turned to offer one last thought. "And speaking of William, he has an idea for how we can entertain ourselves tonight."

"I want to go to Forty Deuce!" Jenna yelled, excitedly.

"I want to rent a movie," Linzi laughed. "God, I'm so lame."

Paul smirked. "I want to follow Billy's plan." 

With that, he shut the door and Jenna turned to her best friend curiously. "Well, this must be good!"

* * *

"You can touch me wherever you like," she grinned. Her legs were long and tanned. The plastic platforms she wore added the illusion of severe elongation. Jenna stared up at the female and grinned wistfully. "He's not allowed to touch," the other woman added, pointing to Paul. "Got it?"

Paul nodded hungrily.

"Why can't he touch?" Jenna questioned, a gentle wisp of naivete snaking into her voice.

The other woman smirked. "Because he's not my type."

Jenna's mouth formed a small 'o' as the other woman began to gyrate in her lap. Within seconds, the stripper had placed Jenna's hands onto her hips and was rubbing her ass softly over the other woman's crotch. For his part, Paul sat back, hands on Jenna's hips and growled happily. He'd never been a part of something like this before. Two girls sitting in his lap at once. One dancing for the other.

"I like this double lap dance thing," he mused as Trinity, the stripper, tossed her halter top across the hotel room. 

With a set of large, obviously implanted breasts in her face, Jenna blushed. "Me too!" She licked hungrily at the other woman's breasts, only to receive a welcoming response.

Trinity grinned. "Do you like this?" She placed Jenna's hands onto her breasts and purred. "Or do you prefer this?" She placed her hands onto Jenna's own ample breasts.

Jenna squealed with delight. "Wait, I have an idea."

"What's that, baby?" Paul questioned, his voice husky with want.

"I want to strip for you!" Jenna jumped up and down and cheered, pointing toward the hired dancer. "Trinity, why don't you sit in Paul's lap and I'll strip for you?"

Trinity shrugged. "Alright."

Jenna positioned Trinity in her fiance's lap, watching Paul's face as he beamed with obvious lust and appreciation. This was Jenna's back-handed way of getting permission for him to touch the stripper. He liked it. He loved his woman. How many women love women? He was probably the luckiest man in the world right now.

Trinity smirked. "Do I get to touch you?"

Jenna nodded. "Wherever you want."

"Do I get to touch you too?" came a familiar male voice. Positioned in the doorway to the bedroom stood Billy, an abundantly amused expression crossing his lips. "Or do I just have to watch?"

"You can play too," Jenna smirked her approval. "But only if Linzi approves. And considering I've known her forever, I'd say your chances are pretty doubtful."

Trinity licked her lips. "This one is tasty. So fucking tasty." 

"Oh, but I'm not your type?" Paul whined.

"Paulie!" Jenna cautioned him, reaching over the other woman to playfully slap her husband-to-be. "Shut up and be a good bitch!"

"Tell him who's boss," Trinity chided, still eyeing the guitarist in the doorway hungrily.

Billy shook his head as he observed the scene. "Paul, you gonna let them talk to you like that?"

Paul continued to grasp Trinity's hips, and tried to move her tiny body in circles over his crotch. He growled. "What the fuck ever, dude. Just as long as they stay naked, who the fuck cares?"

"See!" Jenna beamed, tossing her blouse so it landed on Billy's shoulder. "My bitch has nothing to say for himself!"

Trinity began to fondle Jenna's exposed breasts. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up a pale pink nipple, just as Jenna had done to her. She grinned. "Oh, he's communicating alright, just not with words."

"Is he happy to see us?" Jenna blushed.

Trinity nodded, standing up and away from Paul. She turned and pointed at his lap with a devilish grin. "See for yourself!"

Paul blushed. "How am I supposed to watch you two paw each other and not get a raging hard-on?"

Jenna giggled. "Paulie, I love you baby! Let's go f-"

Billy raised his right hand and grinned. "Not so fast." The threesome paused in their movements and stared at him curiously. "Firstly, you're already in your bedroom," he pointed out with a laugh. "Secondly, the hired help needs to go home. The hour is up."

Jenna frowned. "Damn, I wanted to fuck her!"

Trinity grinned. "Sorry, baby. Unless he wants to spring for another hour?"

Jenna turned to Paul and pleaded with her eyes, but he was lost to the world. His attention was focused on trying not to finish the act that had yet to be started. Especially right in front of his band member.

Billy smirked further. "Bye bye, Trinity!" He waved as the stripper collected her clothing and disappeared from the room, and then, finally, the suite. "Well," he sighed when they heard the door slam. "She was worth the money."

"Yes she was," Paul groaned, adjusting himself inside his shorts.

Jenna grinned. "I wanted to fuck her!"

"Too bad you two are so slow," Billy taunted. "I fucked her."

"You did not!" Paul gasped, jealousy tainting his face. "Dude, you did not!"

Billy shrugged. "What if I did?"

"But you didn't," Jenna smiled knowingly. "I heard you and Linz fucking before. You fucked your woman, not the hired help!"

"And speaking of fucking and Linzi," Billy winked. "My beautiful fiancée has a surprise for you."

Jenna tugged her blouse back over her head. "Huh?"

"In our bedroom," Billy licked his lips and cracked his knuckles. "Now."

Jenna straightened her hair and stared at the other male. "What if I have plans already?"

Billy laughed at this and crossed his arms over his chest. "What plans could you possibly have?"

"I want to fuck my fiancé," Jenna smirked fiendishly. "I want to suck his big fat cock and make him cum all over the back of my-"

The gothic-looking male snorted. "Enough, I get the idea."

"I need cock," Jenna whined, stomping her foot.

"Maybe there's cock in my bedroom," Billy laughed at her childishness.

Jenna shrugged. "I doubt it. Unless....PAULIE!" she shrieked happily. "Did you hire a male stripper?"

Paul groaned, walking up beside his fiancée and placing his arms protectively around her hips. "No, baby, not that I'm aware of."

"Poo," Jenna frowned.

Billy shook his head and laughed at the pair. "Just fucking follow me already, would ya?"

* * *

"I'm a stripper," the familiar voice giggled excitedly. "But I'm not male. But if you're good to me, I'll take you to the candy shoppe! I'll lick your lollipop!"

Jenna gaped in awe at her best friend, as her husband-to-be shared an equally stunned reaction. To say he was drooling was an understatement: he was devouring Linzi with his eyes. Yes. And Jenna did not mind, because she was doing the exact same thing. 

Linzi was perched at the bottom of the large bed, clad in a bustier and thong. Only a bustier and thong. Though that would normally be enough to make Jenna salivate- fuck it, she had the hots for Billy's fiancée- the missing portion of the bustier made her drool. Heavily.

Linzi smirked and stood up. The bustier covered everything but her nipples, and the thong was clearly crotch-less. "You like what you see?" she laughed. Then she struck a mocking pose and giggled, "Do you like my bod-eeeeeeee?"

Paul grinned. "You're a fucking tease."

"Isn't she?" Billy snorted, amused. He was showing her off. Enjoying the lust-filled gazes of their best friends. "She's beautiful and she's all mine," he boasted proudly. "Imagine what the Honeymoon's going to be like!" He paused after this thought, and cleared his throat. "You know, sharing is caring and-"

"-We'd be willing to share," Linzi picked up where Billy had left off. "I'll play with Paulie-"

"If we can borrow Jenna," Billy winked.

Jenna turned away from the female flesh on display, away from Billy's hungry eyes. She had never considered for one second that the tall, scrawny guitarist had even the slightest interest in her beyond kicking her ass at Mario Cart. She eyed her fiancé curiously. "You knew about this?"

Paul shrugged but continued to stare at his friend's fiancée from the corner of his eyes. "I knew about half of it."

"Which half?"

"The half where they wanted to have sex with you!"

Jenna crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot anxiously. "What do you think about this?"

Paul shrugged. "I think-"

"-He wants to do me," Linzi laughed softly. "Dontcha Paulie?" she purred, tracing a slow circle around his chest with her pointer finger. She was standing between the pair, trying to seduce Jenna into saying yes.

"Paul?" Jenna demanded, growing stern. "What do YOU say?"

Paul plunged his hands into his pockets and blushed. "I, umm, I was, I was, umm, okay with the idea, if umm, you know, I, umm, was allowed, you know, to, well, maybe, umm, watch?"

Jenna nodded, but her expression remained undiscernable. "Whatever."

"I didn't think you'd say no," Linzi frowned, growingly quickly concerned that she and Billy had overstepped the line. "I mean, you always said that you liked other girls and I think you're hot."

Billy nodded. "And I think you're hot."

"So we just assumed that-"

"Well, you know what happens when you assume," Jenna kept her arms crossed and frowned. 

Linzi bowed her head in shame, immediately wishing she were fully dressed. She sighed. "Yeah."

"IT MEANS LOTS OF ASS FOR ME!" Jenna cheered, racing at her best friend and pinning her on the bed. The two girls giggled hysterically as the brunette placed kisses all over Linzi's petite body. Jenna's hands rubbed at her friend's exposed nipples, as she sucked hungrily at the blonde's neck. For her part, Linzi moaned.

Paul watched his fiancée in mild amusement, shaking his head at the scene she had nearly created over, well, nothing. Clearly she was fine with the arrangement. He turned to his best friend and shrugged. "She's a little crazy, I'm sorry."

Billy nodded with a grin. "That's perfectly okay, that's just the way I like them."

The two men simply turned their attentions back to the two girls rolling around on the circular bed. Currently, Linzi was atop Jenna, sucking excitedly at the older girls' nipples. The buxom brunette was moaning loudly, thrashing her hair from side to side in a show of theatrics. She was giving the two men a show. But how Jenna had gotten naked so quickly was anyone's guess. Although, Paul was already well aware of his wife-to-be's endless laundry list of bedroom talents.

Billy gaped in awe. "How the fuck did she get...so fast?"

"That's my girl!" Paul boasted proudly. "You should see how quickly she can get dressed, too!"

The other man shook his head and laughed. "She's seriously, like, crazy, isn't she?"

Paul shrugged. "Jenna is what I prefer to call gifted."

"Gifted?"

"As in, she gets naked quickly. She knows to get down to business as soon as possible, and she has a mouth like a fucking Hoover Devil. In fact, I like to call her my Devil Goddess," Paul mused aloud as Billy listened intently. "Oh yes, and I mustn't forget that she loves to give head. Oh, and she likes anal. She loves her collection of vibrators, and we own half the toys from the local sex shoppe. I think she rubbed herself raw once when we were out on tour. She couldn't even cum during phone sex. Fuck," he sighed. "She is the perfect woman!"

Billy laughed at this, shaking his head with amusement. "Too much information there, Paulie."

"Hey Billbo," Paul grinned, slapping his best friend on the back of the shoulder. "You're going to need that information if you expect to be with her tonight. Trust me."

"True. You sure you're okay with this?"

Paul smiled and nodded. "Consider it my post-Bachelor Party present to you and yours."

"I hope to enjoy this gift greatly," Billy winked, stepping away from his friend and approaching the two writhing bodies on the bed. 

* * *

Their attention was focused entirely on his body for the moment. Two sets of pink lips, two beautifully soft pairs of hands were working entirely to bring him pleasure. To the brink of eternity. This had to be heaven. In fact, this was better than all of heaven and earth and the stars, and that was exactly why he was being so vocally appreciative. 

Jenna giggled, sitting back and licking her lips slowly. "He's a loud bitch, huh?"

Linzi remained in place, her lips placed softly around her fiancé and simply nodded as best she could. Yes, he was being loud; no, he was not normally this loud. But this had been his fantasy for some time, so his eagerness to appreciate Jenna's involvement didn't seem so out-of-place.

"Maybe he's just appreciating that he's the luckiest fucking man on this fucking planet," Paul groaned from somewhere in the shadows of the room. Jenna didn't even bother to search for him. She knew he wasn't far off, and she knew he was enjoying his night of voyeurism. After all, hadn't that been the deal? Clearly, Billy and Paul had conspired to make both of their fantasies come true tonight. 

"I think this is the best Bachelor Party ever," Billy sighed and sat up, bringing the attention back toward his blushed and thin body. "In fact, I know this is the best Bachelor Party ever."

Linzi smirked and pushed him right back down onto his back. "You've already said that."

"He's right though," Paul added. Again, he remained hidden in the dark.

"I agree," Jenna beamed excitedly as she returned her lips to Billy's hard shaft. Her tongue danced around Linzi's, fighting for space. Infrequently, the two women would pause to kiss one another. Slowly. Passionately. Each time, bringing a loud moan from both men.

It wasn't long before Billy growled loudly and grabbed a handful of his fiancee's hair hungrily. "Can't, Linz. We have to...now."

Linzi nodded. An equally hungry look in her eyes, she glanced at her best friend. "I think you should fuck him," she stated matter-of-factly.

Jenna paused in her ministrations and stared at the beautiful woman. "What?"




Las Vegas



"Fuck Billy," Linzi pleaded with her eyes. "I want you to fuck Billy."

Jenna's eyes went wide at this statement, and she quickly glanced over her shoulder into the dark room. "Paul?"

"It's okay, baby," came her fiance's reassurance. "I'm watching."

Billy sat up and smirked. "Come on, Jen, this is what tonight is about. Indulging our fantasies before we get married."

"I never thought I'd hear you say anything like that," Jenna laughed, staring into her friend's hypnotizing blue eyes.

Billy shrugged. "I've wanted this for a long time."

"Do you feel okay?" Jenna quipped, kneeling on the bed and staring at him curiously.

Billy nodded emphatically. "Never better!"

Linzi laughed at this, moving off to the side of her fiancé with a seductive lilt in her eyes. "This was the plan all along, Jen."

"Was Paul in on-"

Linzi nodded.

Billy's eyes were tainted with sheer lust and desire as he leaned up on his elbows and pleaded softly. "Please, Jenna, please. Don't say no now. You can't."

Jenna nodded and allowed Linzi to reach out a hand and guide her to a different position on the bed. The two girls hovered slightly above Billy's body, staring down at his petite hips and flat stomach. Linzi grinned. "He's all mine." She paused to survey the scope of her fiance's body. "And tonight, I want him to be yours too."

Billy nodded. "And I don't mean to be a pest but...someone has to fuck me. Soon. Before Lil Billy loses the spring in his ste-"

"Shut up," Jenna laughed, leaning forward and straddling his small waist. "And-"

"Kiss me?" Linzi snorted. "How cliché."

"No," Jenna shook her head slowly and stared down at the tall guitarist. "I was going to say, 'Fuck Me', but you ruined it!"

Linzi's pink lips form a soft 'o' as she pranced away from the bed and into the darkness of the room. "I'm going to go take care of your boy now," she laughed, lost in the shadows of the large bedroom.

Jenna nodded as Billy began to arch his hips upward and slide inside her. "You do that!"

* * *

Linzi placed her perfectly pedicured toes onto the edge of the pool and sighed. "Remember that night?" She continued to flip the pages in her "Vogue" magazine slowly, casually before readjusting her favorite pair of Baby Phat sunglasses. She smiled at the memories and repeated to her best friend, "Remember how ridiculously horny William was?"

Jenna glanced up from her "Playgirl" magazine and smirked. "Remember when Paul tried to paw the stripper and she freaked out? I'm still not sure how he got out of that one."

"He bought his way out," Linzi winked. "Didn't you see him tipping her extra?"

Jenna shrugged. "I must have missed that when I was making out with your husband."

"I still say that was really unfair," her friend yawned, playing her magazine down onto the small plastic table between their lounge chairs. "You got to make out with Billy, Billy got to make out with you, but what did Paul and I get?"

"A show?"

Linzi laughed at the memory of the weekend. "I'm being some what serious here. You got to play with my husband, and what did I get?"

"I offered you my husband, and he was very willing," Jenna winked.

Linzi snorted. "Yes, I vaguely remember his very white ass on its knees, begging."

"Isn't he the cutest?" Jenna gushed. "My favorite Fatty."

"He let's you call him that?"

"Why not?"

"Fatty?"

"What's the big deal?"

"That's demeaning," Linzi frowned. "You shouldn't call your husband Fatty!"

"He likes it," Jenna grinned. "He calls himself that."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Huh," Linzi shrugged and reached for her margarita. "Very odd that one."

"Yours is pretty odd too," her best friend mused, tugging her sunglasses down over her eyes. "Remember when he suddenly started to hyperventilate in the middle of getting head?"

Linzi almost spit her drink out. "He wasn't hyperventilating! He does that. His little body gets so excited, he breathes funny."

"I don't remember it being little," Jenna sighed wistfully. "In fact, I vaguely remember thinking that I was marrying the wrong man."

"You can't have my William!" Linzi laughed.

"And you don't want my Fatty," Jenna sighed. "Such is life."

Linzi grinned. "Hey, speaking of fatties, Skinny and Fatty are concocting some scheme that involves smoking pot in the tropics."

"And how do you know that?"

"I overhead them last night."

Jenna sat up straight in her lounger and raised her glasses up onto her head. "Oh?"

Linzi grinned excitedly. "All I heard was something about Hawaii and 'smoking pot all night' on the beach. That part being said by Fatty and not Skinny."

"What is Skinny's big scheme then?"

"Should I quote him directly?" Linzi grinned devilishly. "Because I can and I will. So are you prepared?"

Jenna clapped her hands together happily. "YES! Tell me, tell me!"

"Skinny said, and I quote, 'I hope to relive every moment of Las Vegas.'"

Jenna sighed lustfully. "I wonder which specific detail he has in mind."

"Let me guess," the blonde yawned as she hunkered down into her lounge chair. "It might start at the strippers, move onto the stripping that I did, continue onto the messy blowjob that you performed, and I'm certain it includes the hot threesome that we acted out while Paul watched one-handed."

"Mmmm, that was the best part," Jenna cooed, eyes shut.

"Keep your hands out of your bikini!" Linzi laughed.

"No promises," her friend smirked. "Especially if we go to Hawaii."

"How about we make a promise right here and right now?"

"What's that?"

"Whatever happens in Hawaii," Linzi beamed fiendishly, "stays in Hawaii."

"DEAL!"



Las Vegas!!



This is a work of fiction. In this story I wanted to have both point of view so I sometime switch between who is telling the story (===== Him or =====Her) Enjoy! I welcome all comments

=====Him

I was looking forward to this trip. Our company would be participating in this event for a third year. It was a big conference/expo. We had a booth to showcase our product, a very specialized software. We started with a small space but it's been growing every year, and was curious to see if we would grow again this year. The best thing this time though was the location. The last 2 years the show had been in New York City. But not this year. This time it would be in Las Vegas baby!!! I think what excites me is more what the city represents than the city itself. After all, this is "sin" city. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, they say. It puts everybody in a different state of mind. At least I hoped it did because I was counting on it.

We got there early the first morning. We needed to finish setting up our booth. Things were progressing smoothly and we were almost done. I was bending under the desk plugging in the last power cords when movement on the corner of my eye caught my attention. From my point of view I could only see her feet and legs. They were nice, long and slender. Stretching her short skirt as she walked by. A low "mmmmm" instinctively escaped my mouth. I quickly got up to see the rest of her just in time to get a glance at her face. Oh my god!! It was her. I had looked all over for her the night before at the reception. She was not the prettiest but there was something about her that attracted me. I hadn't thought I would see her again, but there she was. 

I arrived from the airport just in time to get ready for the reception. Every year there was a reception the night before the expo started. The company insisted we took part in it. Gave us a chance to network with other people, they claimed. They were right but it didn't make it easier or more fun. Pushing myself onto strangers while making small talk was not my strong point. At least there was free drinks and food. 

After another boring conversation I decided to eat before the food was all gone. I was making good progress filling my plate when I saw a long piece of bread with some king of meat mix on it. There was only one left right in the middle of the buffet display. I reached and grabbed it exactly at the same time someone else did from the other side of the buffet. I guess we were both surprised because we both dropped it at the same time. I burst out laughing and heard her laughing from the other side. I bent down to look thru the hole and saw her looking at me, still laughing. 

"Be my guest," I told her, pointing to the piece. 

"You can have it. I had one earlier," she answered.

"How about we share?" Without waiting for her answer, I took a knife from the stand and proceeded to cut the piece in two. She took her half.

"Thank you sir," she told me with a big grin.

"You are quite welcome," I replied, winking at her. She winked back and disappeared from my view. I quickly finished filling my plate so I could come around to meet her. Unfortunately as she came to view her phone rang and since the room was very noisy she ran out and I lost sight right away. I spent the remaining of the evening trying to see her.

I thought I might not recognize her in the crowd. I was wrong. I watched her as she walked away from my booth. I liked how her nice ass swayed as she walked. She looked very nice in that skirt. She must have been in her early 30's. Light brown hair just below her shoulder. She reached a booth across in the next row. This was very good. With the space between our rows I could see her entire booth and I'm sure she could see ours. "Great!" It came out of my mouth without me realizing. One of my co-workers looked at me. 

"What?" he said

"Uh... I said great, we're ready for business". I looked back at her just as she turned and looked in my direction. I smiled.

====== Her

Oh my god. It's him. I briefly saw him before I left the reception. Normally I'd be happy to have an excuse not to go to that function. I got stuck handling this crisis with one of our bigger customers. For some reason I felt mad I couldn't go back in. His green eyes and his laugh and voice played in my head last night. Hmmm... he's so cute. Dirty blond hair with just a touch of grey, broad shoulders. He looks in good shape. Giggle... he's waving at me... "Hi," I whisper as I wave back. 

"What did you say?" asked my co-worker.

"Uh... I need your help with this box," I replied as I took him behind the booth, wondering why I was giggling.

======= Him

The day went by slowly. It got crowded and we were both busy. About mid morning she decided to rearrange some of their products in the booth. She then took a few steps back and seemed happy with the result. She turned in my direction and I gave her a thumbs up, nodding my head in approval of her work. She laughed and mouthed "thank you". We caught each other a few times looking at the other. Each time we just smiled and kept working. 

Part of my job was to do the actual demonstration of our software. Just as I was about to start a demonstration in front of a large group one of the noisy booths close by started to play very loud music. I had to work very hard to keep my voice up and make sure I kept everybody's attention. After I finished my audience clapped their appreciation and I was happy to let the sales team take over. I look in her direction and she was clapping and nodding her head in approval of my performance. I gracefully bowed and we both burst out laughing.

======= Her

Good, I think I finally got rid of him. This customer has been flirting with me on the phone for months and now he seems to think he has a chance. He works for a really large company and generates large sales for us so I played along on the phone while trying not to encourage him to much. Now he's been stalking me for the last hour and a half. There is a limit to what a woman will do to get more sales. He left when I wasn't paying attention. Hope he gave up. If only he looked like Mr. handsome on the other side I thought, smiling to myself. "Shit..." he's back. 

"Hi, I went to get us some coffee" he said.

"Thank you," I said trying to look busy.

"Hi..." I heard from the other side. I recognized his voice. I smiled.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir. I'll try to make it quick." He continued looking at my stalker.

"Miss. Sorry I'm in a bit of a rush. Can I ask you a quick question about this over there?" he continued. I followed him and he started to describe something similar to a product I had on display. I had no clue what he was talking about but decided to play along. Suddenly he swung his hand behind him without looking as if pointing to something else and BAM! He hit my stalker's coffee dead center. It went flying all over him.

"Oh... I'm very sorry sir. I didn't see you behind me," he told him. "Are you ok?"

"Fuck..." was all the poor guy could say and left, his cloths soaked with coffee. I watched him disappear in the crowd and turned my attention back to Mr. Handsome still standing beside me.

"You're welcome," he told me with a big grin on his face.

"What? That wasn't an accident? How did you...?" I asked in surprise.

"I could see him in the mirror right there. I watched him stalking you sine lunch. I was pretty sure he'd be behind me. As soon as I saw him in the mirror I went for it."

"Thank you. I was getting desperate," I smiled. "My name is Patricia. But you can call me Pat." I offered my hand.

"Very please to meet you, Pat. I'm Mike." He took my hand in his. "Sorry if I'm direct but I really have to get back to my booth and I don't know if I'll have another chance. How about we have dinner or drinks later tonight?" He was still holding my hand. He probably saw my surprise and added "Call me later to let me know either way. Sorry, I really have to get back." He handed me his business card and left. I was still shocked at how quickly it had gone. Part of me was thrilled he asked and part of me couldn't believe I would even consider going.

====== Him

The rest of the afternoon went quickly. I still had her image in my head. It was happy I got a chance to see her close up. With her high heels she was just about my height. She seemed in great physical shape with just a nice muscular tone. Her breasts looked small but it was hard to tell with the shirt she was wearing. I didn't mind. Smaller breasts could be as much fun to play with. I liked how her smile seems to light up her face. Her sexiest attribute was the look in her eyes and the way she smiled. There was definitely something very sexy about her. Definitely something passionate in her eyes when she looked at me. I was starting to give myself a hard on. Have to think about something else, I thought. Not an easy task.

The day was almost done and we started to pack the computers so they didn't get stolen. That's when my phone rang. 

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi Mike, it's Pat." I turned to see if she was still at her booth and she smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Hi Pat, glad you called. How are you?" I asked.

"Good. Thanks. This first day went well. How about you?" Pat said.

"Very good. It's been a good day too," I told her.

"Listen, I'm not sure I'm ready to go out with a stranger. I can't believe I'm even considering it," Pat started.

"Well... For some reason our path has crossed a few times since we arrived here. I've enjoyed it every time and I think it'd be nice to have a chance to meet and talk in a more relaxed atmosphere" I explained.

"yes, I agree with you. It has been fun. But with all the horror stories we hear nowadays... You could be a serial killer" She said with a big grin.

"I see... How about we meet directly at the restaurant? There are people everywhere around here so you won't have to be alone with me. We could just enjoy some time together and go our separate ways after," I offered. "I promise to behave," I added, smiling.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Pat said, giggling.

As we looked at each other from a distance we made plans to have a late dinner. It would give us a chance to spend some time with co-workers and changes into more relaxed clothes.

As the time approached I proceeded to make it to the restaurant we agreed on. I was about one block from the restaurant when I heard quick steps behind me. Those had to be women shoes. I turned to look and saw her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a nice white tank top. "Mmmmm" I purred. 

"Are you stalking me?" I asked her with a big smile.

"Nah... I'm just on my way to meet a gentleman. If you'll excuse me, I don't want to be late." We were both laughing. After 10 minutes waiting at the bar we made it to our table. Food was great and the wine was flowing. The conversation was even better. We laughed a lot and found we had a lot in common. The effect of the wine was increasing, and so did the flirting. We regularly touched as we talked. At one point I put my hand on her leg as I was telling her a story. She put her hand on top of mine and kept it there.

We fell silent. Neither seemed sure what to do next. "I probably should tell you that I'm ma..." I started to say when she interrupted me. She put her finger on my lips.

"Shhhh... So am I. But what happen in Vegas..." she started.

I slowly leaned toward her and she followed my lead. Our lips touched for a brief moment. We parted no more than an inch and kissed again. This time we both opened our mouth and our tongues touched. They slowly started a dance in our mouths in a very sensual way. We stopped, knowing we were in a public place and did not want to get carried away.

"Mmmm..." she moaned.

"That was very nice," I said.

"mmmmm" she moaned again looking in my eyes. "It's getting warm in here." 

"Check please," I told the waiter as he walked by. We both burst out laughing.

===== Her

We started walking back. 

"I had a great time, Mike. Thank you for asking me out" I told him.

"I'm having an amazing time too. Thank you for accepting," I heard him say. I felt all funny inside. I couldn't stop smiling. 

We were both silent as we simply enjoyed each other's presence. As we walked by a park I took Mike's hand and lead him down one of the paths. I wasn't ready for us to reach the hotel just yet. We reached a bench that was not really secluded but was far enough from the street. We sat next to each other. I shivered nervously. Mike must have felt it because he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. We looked at each other and kissed again. God, he's a good kisser I thought. We made out for a while. I was really getting into it. I was trying to touch as much of him as I could but I felt limited sitting here. His shoulders and arms felt strong under my hands. I wanted to touch his chest. At the same time his hands felt great touching me. On my face, my neck and I could not suppress a small moan when Mike slowly slide one of his hands to my breast. He gently squeezed it. His fingers found my already hard nipple. "Mmmmm" I moaned again. It sent amazing sensations between my legs. By now I was really getting wet. I knew it was wrong. Nobody, not even my best friend would believe I would let myself into this. But now that it was happening I realized that, even before I left for this trip, I had secretly been hoping for this. I really needed it. One of my hands was on Mike's leg. I slowly moved it up. I wanted to feel the bulge in his pants. I gently grasped, surprised at my boldness. I felt something hard . Mmm... I really wanted more, feel his skin on mine, I wanted to touch, taste, see and feel every part of him. I wanted him touching my most intimate places.

===== Him

"This is the most amazing passionate make out session I've had in a very long time. If we don't stop now I don't know if I'll be able to later," I told her.

"I'm already past that," Pat said softly. I could see the passion in her eyes. I got up, helped her up and led us toward my hotel. We went in and walked separately toward the elevator. I was hoping nobody would notice the bulge in my pants. More people gathered waiting for the elevator. I went in first, pushed my floor button and went to the back. Pat maneuvered herself to stand in front of me. As more people got on she had to back up closer and her ass ended up brushing against my hard on. She must have felt it because every time the elevator stopped she exaggerated the movement and brushed her ass more against my cock. When we reached my floor the elevator was almost empty.

I opened the door to my room and as we walked in we jumped at each other and kissed. She reached for my shirt and pulled it up over my head. She slipped her hands to my chest in a sensual way barely touching my skin. I grabbed her tank top and started to pull it up. She raised her arms to let me take it off. She was wearing a sexy white lace bra. I started to kiss her neck, my tongue tasting her skin with each kisses. I reached behind her to unhook her bra. I pulled back and slowly push her bra from her shoulder until it fell to the ground, revealing her breast to me. "Mmmmmm..." I let out.

===== Her

I never feel comfortable naked. But for some reason I liked exposing myself to Mike. My breasts aren't big by any means. But I like their shape. They were still firm and most of all, my already hard nipples felt amazing when touched. Mike leaned forward and started kissing one of my breasts. He teased my nipple with his tongue and took it in his mouth. "Oh Mike...mmmm "He sucked my nipples in his mouth and bit it gently. I was moaning, my fingers playing in his hair. 

===== Him

Pat's breasts were a very nice handful. Her nipples were a dark pink and fully erect. I loved playing with them in my mouth. What I loved even more was her reaction to it. Pat was squirming and her hand was pulling on my hair while holding my head to her breast. This was really turning me on. I reached for her jeans and started to undo the button and zipper. I slowly pushed them down her hips, pulling her panties down at the same time. Her jeans fell to the ground. I slipped my hand up her legs and onto her ass. "Mmmmm..." So soft...

===== Her

The attention of his mouth on my breast and his hands on my body were creating amazing feelings between my legs. I moved to step out of my jeans on the floor and almost fell as my legs bumped against the bed. Mike was holding me in his arms and slowly lay me down on the bed. He then stood up and removed his jeans while I admired his muscular body. A few extra pounds around the belly but it looked good on him. He was wearing boxers. His cock was making a huge tent. "Mmmmm..." I let out with a big grin. I felt sexy lying naked on the bed in front of him. I felt wanted, I liked it.

He lay down beside me. "You are so beautiful," he said just as he leaned and kissed me. His tongue was so nice in my mouth dancing with mine. His hand was on my belly slowly sliding down until it reached my trimmed pubic hair. "Mmmm..." came out of me from the anticipation of his touch. I parted my legs to give him access. His fingers reached my lips. They were already engorged from all the excitement. He started to move his fingers in my wetness. He reached my hole and moved his finger in and out, touching my inside walls. He pulled his finger out and moved up until he reached my clit. "Ooohhh... yeeesss..." I moaned, breaking our kiss. Mike's attention move to my neck and ear while his finger was gently teasing my clit. "Aaahhh... mmm..." escaped from me with almost every touch. I reached for his boxers. I put my hand inside and found his cock. Oh my God!! I thought, he's as hard as a rock. Exactly what my pussy needs right now. "Oh God Mike... you have to take me now," I pleaded. "Please fuck me"

===== Him

Pat's hand felt great on my cock. I was so excited. I was with this sexy women on my bed and was pleasuring her nice pussy. Her hand was wrapped around my cock, gently caressing it. And now she was asking me to fuck her. She was giving herself to me. I stood up beside the bed and removed my boxers, freeing my cock. Hard and only just standing upward. Aware of her lustful eyes looking at me, I moved to Pat's leg and look up her nicely trimmed pussy. "Mmmm..."I couldn't wait to taste it. But that would have to wait. She spread her legs as I moved up between them. She grabbed my dick and placed the head at her entrance. I slowly pushed in my cock in. "Yes... take me," Pat moaned. 

I started to very slowly push in. Pat was so excited that I went in easily. Her pussy still felt nicely tight on my cock. When I was all the way in I waited a little. Damn... I was so excited. I was worried I wouldn't last long. Pat wrapped her legs around me. I started to pull out until only the head was in and slowly push back in. "Oooohhhhh...mmmm..." Pat was moaning. I kept a slow rhythm at first. I felt amazing in this sexy women. I wanted to pleasure her. I picked up the pace and Pat moved her hips, matching my speed. After only a few minutes Pat tensed under me. "Oooohhh Goooodd... Mike... I'm going to cum.... Aaaaaahhh..." Pat moaned. I was almost there myself. I kept fucking her faster and deeper. I was moaning with her now. The orgasm buildup was amazing. 

===== Her

Mike's cock felt incredible inside me. I could feel him sliding deep inside. There was something very passionate about how he was moving. He was fucking me, Patricia. That's when it hit me. "Aaahhh... I'm coming" I moaned. My orgasm was starting. My pussy started to contract on his cock. "Yeeeesssss.... aaaahhhhh..."I kept moaning. I was holding tight to his arms. I was now at the peak of my orgasm, or so I thought until Mike's cock started shooting deep inside me. I felt him tense as I felt stream after stream hitting me deep inside. If possible it brought my orgasm even higher. "Aaaaaahhhhh... aaaaahhhh... aaaaahhh" we both moaned as we came together. 




Las Vegas!!



===== Him

I collapsed on top of Pat. Tried to shift my weight to the side so as not to crush my lover. After panting for a few minutes we kissed. Our most passionate kiss so far. 



Las Vegas



Xenia walked across the hotel room, swaddled in the thick terrycloth robe that the hotel provided. She and Clarence were going out on the town in Las Vegas! She was excited, eager to get her drink on and her groove on and her fuck on. She turned on the shower, letting it run to get hot. She grabbed her toiletries bag, pulling out the small bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, shaving lotion, and a razor. She was going to be a while, she'd told Clarence, so he took off down to the casino to play blackjack. 

She slipped out of the robe, hanging it on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. She stood in front of the mirror, naked, checking herself out. Her long black hair was lustrous, shiny, hanging almost to her waist. Her breasts sagged a little, a result of three children and time. Her nipples were large, firm, and mostly unblemished. She'd stop breastfeeding Clarence Jr. almost a year ago, so her breasts had lost some of their breast milk size, but still large, full and firm. She still didn't like the pooch around her middle, even though she'd been walking and walking and walking. She'd lost weight, but not enough to satisfy her. 

She turned around. Looking over her shoulder, she looked at her ass in the mirror. Not small, but not too bad. Clarence and her friend Sean were always complimentary, even if they didn't know what the fuck they were talking about. She turned around again and looked at her legs. She needed to shave, obviously, but what she really needed to do was moisturize her knees. They were looking a little ashy, though that could have been from being on her knees giving Clarence that blow job. She smiled in the mirror, remembering Clarence's appreciation and the blow job he'd given her. That man's tongue had a mind of its own, she thought, still tingling from the orgasm he'd given her. 

She inspected her pubic region, noticing that she'd have to trim it up a little. Her lips stuck out, the price of vaginal deliveries, but Clarence liked to suck on them, so she didn't feel too self-conscious about them. She spread the lips, inspecting the opening. Clarence had been trying to talk her into having her clit pierced, and she was considering it, but it was a little daunting. She'd prefer to have a tattoo put on. She inspected the tattoos she already had. They seemed to be holding up pretty well; she couldn't see much ink bleed in the older tattoos, just a little fading, which was normal. 

The mirror started to fog up from the steamy shower, so she got into the shower and soaked her body. She took the loufa that the hotel provided out of its packaging and started scrubbing her body vigorously, exfoliating all the dead skin off her body. The hot water cascaded down her body in steamy rivulets, like a hot stone massage. She and Clarence had had one earlier. She wasn't fond of strangers touching her; Sean had felt the sting of that mistake, but with Clarence there, it had been almost pleasant. She paid particular attention to her knees and elbows, the areas that always seemed to be the roughest. The loufa seemed to do a good job of exfoliating, making her skin feel soft and fresh. 

The shower had a nice bench built in, a place for her to sit and shave or scrub her feet or, as Clarence suggested, fuck. She sat down on the bench, the cold tile counterpoint to the hot water. She took the loufa to her feet, scrubbing the heels vigorously. After finishing her feet, she applied shaving lotion to her legs and bikini region and carefully shaved. She managed to avoid any nicks, which she was grateful for. She trimmed her bikini region, something Clarence preferred to do himself, but since he was gambling, and they were going out tonight, she was determined to take care of it herself. After satisfying herself that her legs and pubis were properly groomed, she stood up and rinsed in the hot water, then shaved her armpits. She had to make sure everything was right, because the dress she was wearing tonight wouldn't leave much room for grooming mistakes, or imagination for that matter. 

Satisfied, somewhat, with her grooming, she washed her hair thoroughly, and then put in a good conditioner to make her hair shine. As she let the conditioner work, she applied the body wash to a wet washcloth and scrubbed her naked body from head to toe. The body wash smelled of jasmine and roses, something she'd picked up in a health and beauty store in Charlotte. Xenia stood under the thick hot spray, rinsing the conditioner and body wash away, foamy bubbles circling down the drain in the bottom of the shower stall. She stood under the steaming water for a couple minutes, letting the hot water ease the muscles in her back. Turning off the shower, she stepped out on the thick carpet mat in front of the shower and started drying off. 

Her hair always took forever to dry, so she wrapped it in a towel and dried off all the moisture still clinging to her body. She felt so sensual, freshly clean from the shower. She was excited for Clarence to see her in her outfit. She'd spent hours and days agonizing over what to wear. Sean had been a great help, constantly sending her pictures of clothes and shoes and underclothes for her to consider. Sean always had a way of making her feel special. For a man with the dirtiest mind, he had an interesting sense of feminine style. 

Xenia sat on the edge of the king size bed and started rubbing lotion over her body. She paid particular attention to her knees and elbows, her thighs, and her breasts. She wanted her skin to feel extra smooth. Xenia went back to the bathroom and dried her hair with a blow dryer, brushing it out until it shined. She left it loose, her normal look when she went out on the town with her husband. 

She returned to the bedroom, getting her hang-up bag from the closet, setting it on the bed and unzipping it. Her outfit was perfect. Amazingly, it was one that Sean had picked out. Xenia took it off the hanger and laid it out on the bed. It was a dress, a very sexy dress. Actually, looking at it, it wasn't so much a dress as a very short mini skirt with thick pieces of cloth that were supposed to go up over her breasts and tie behind her neck. The skirt had a very thick waist, rising up to cover her belly button in the front and part of the tramp stamp in the back that read "Clarence". 

She had a very sexy lace bra and matching panty set, but the bra wouldn't work with this dress, so she had picked up some sticky cups to lift and cup her breasts, to give her maximum cleavage. Those were another thing Sean had suggested, something he'd read about or seen sometime. She'd never tried them before, and was a little nervous about the application. Taking out the panties, she slipped them on. They were black lace, cut like boy shorts, leaving half of each ass cheek exposed, but cupping her pussy and barely rising above her clit. She turned and looked in the mirror and just seeing herself in them made her moist with anticipation. She could make out her full pussy lips through the sheer material and knew that Clarence would absolutely love them. 

She took out the package of sticky cups and, lifting her right breast up, applied the adhesive cup right at the crease of her breast as the directions instructed. Lowering her breast, she could see in the mirror that her right breast now stood up full and unencumbered. She did the same thing to her left breast and now felt like she was wearing an invisible bra. She went into her toiletry bag and got out a small bottle of cream she'd picked up at the Red Door. She put a small dab on her finger and rubbed it into her nipple and aureole. The cream was edible, but what it was supposed to do was make her nipple hard for hours. The effect was immediate, the nipple hardening and standing out. She applied more to her other nipple and now both were hard and jutting. 

Next, she slipped into the dress, pulling the skirt up to where it covered her belly button, but pushed down the back to fully reveal Clarence's name tattooed on her back. She lifted the ends of the top and tied them together, then slipped it over her head, pulling her hair out of the dress. She looked in the mirror and carefully adjusted the top to cover her breasts while leaving the cleavage fully exposed and the sides of her breasts partially uncovered. Her nipples were clearly visible through the cloth. She ran her hands down over her breasts and noticed a button on one side and realized she could button the top together at her breasts if she wanted. She tried it, looking in the mirror to see the effect, then undid it because it didn't make her feel like she was sexy enough that way. 

Xenia walked back and forth in front of the mirror, watching the way her breasts jiggled, the way her butt wiggled and making sure you couldn't see anything peeking out under the incredibly short skirt. The skirt could have been another inch or two longer, she thought to herself, knowing that the slightest breeze would give the world a show. Xenia went to her luggage and got out the new boots she bought. They were tan and went to her knees, with 4 inch high heels. She slid them on, adjusting them so they were properly fit. She stood up and walked over to the floor length mirror. Looking out at her was the sexiest woman in Las Vegas. 

She twirled around, looking at herself in the mirror. Sure enough the skirt rose up and displayed everything she had to offer. She turned her back and looked over her shoulder and noticed that with the boots on, the skirt didn't quite cover her ass cheeks, so she tugged it down a little. She turned back and looked in the mirror. Yes, she thought, definitely the sexiest woman in Las Vegas. 

Smiling, she picked up her tan handbag that matched her boots and headed for the door. Clarence is going to love this, she thought, smiling. Stopping next to the door, she turned the air conditioner down as low as it would go. She liked to fuck in a cold room and she had every intention of fucking Clarence all night long. 

She walked to the elevator and rode down to the lobby. Stepping off the elevator, she saw that the hotel casino was crowded. She looked at the clock over the lobby desk and noticed that she had about an hour until their dinner reservations. She saw a boutique in the lobby that did makeup and hair and jewelry. She walked over into the boutique, feeling the eyes of every male over the age of 12 watching her walk across the wide expanse of marble floor. She paused in the doorway of the boutique, called Rue Fontaine.

"Good evening ma'am," the lady behind the counter said in a French lilt, "and may I say you look simply magnifique this evening. How may we help you?"

"Do you do makeup here?" Xenia asked.

"Oui, madame, we would be happy to help you with that!" the lady gushed.

Xenia was escorted to a chair and a young Asian girl came up with a wide tray of assorted makeup.

"I don't usually wear makeup," Xenia said, "but I'd like to do something with my eyes."

"Certainly, ma'am," the girl said. "Let me show you some work we've done and maybe you'll find something you like."

Xenia looked through the book. Most of the artwork was way over the top, like stage performers for a Cirque du Soleil show. Either that or it was face painting for children, Tinker bell, Tweety, Bugs Bunny, or one of those things. 

"Really, all I want," she said to the Asian girl, "is to have a little mascara, maybe some eyeliner, concealer for my splotches, and a little lip liner."

"Of course, madam, anything you want," the girl said, looking a little crestfallen.

"Wait, wait," Xenia said, "tell me what you were thinking."

"It would be easier for me to show you, Madame!" the girl exclaimed.

Xenia sighed. "I want sexy. I want my husband to look at me and drool. If you can achieve that effect, go for it."

"Oui, Madame, I will make you even sexier than you are now," the girl promised.

Xenia sat there as the girl worked. Her patience was nearing its end and she was about to walk out. Finally the girl stepped back and exclaimed, "Voila!"

Xenia spun around in the chair. A stranger was staring out at her. Her blemishes were expertly hidden, her skin tone flawless, beautiful. Her lips were a soft pink, barely any color, the lip lines just a shade or two darker. The most remarkable thing, though, the thing that drew your attention immediately and captured your imagination was the eyes. The lashes were long and thick, eyeliner tasteful. The eyelids had a graduated shading of brown and gray. Then the makeup artist had designed these curlicues and patterns leading back from her eyes to her hairline by her ears. Little bright green crystal leaves sprung up from the drawn branches. Little dark blue heart shaped flowers sprung from the design, the crystals small, but very sparkly in the bright lights. It looked like she was wearing glasses or a mask, but such a beautiful mask that it was impossible to resist. Her dark eyes sparkled with excitement, anticipation, and appreciation.

Xenia paid them, tipping the little Asian girl for her creativity, then headed into the casino. She found Clarence at the black jack tables, just like he'd said he'd be. He had a decent pile of chips in front of him and as she was walking up, the dealer added a few more to his stack.

"Winning?" she whispered in his ear, standing behind him.

"You bet, babe," he said, not looking at her. "I'm up almost a grand now. Almost time to eat?"

"Yes," she said, smiling at the other players who were gawking at her amazing look. "Why don't you cash in and we can go to dinner?"

Clarence gathered his chips, and then turned around. You could hear the chips slowly hit the floor, along with his jaw. He was wearing his "Sunday gone to church" outfit, as he called it. Charcoal suit, white shirt, cream tie. His tie clip was a picture holder, with little pictures of their three children. Xenia ran her hand down the tie, stroking his chest and rubbing her fingers over the pictures.

"WOW!" he finally said, finding his voice. He slowly lowered down to pick up the chips, but was failing miserably at it as his eyes were glued to her body and the dress and the makeup and the boots. From his vantage point, he was low enough to see the panties she wore, which made it even harder for him to concentrate on his task.

"Clarence," Xenia said sternly, drawing his attention back to her face, "focus, honey. We have reservations for now, so let's get a move on."

"Right," he swallowed, eyes flicking down her body one more time, and then gathering everything off the floor. Standing, he said, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather eat in the room?"

Xenia gave him a stern look. "I'm dressed to kill baby, and I'm going to spend all night knocking them dead. You can have at it when I've had my fun."

Clarence laughed, took her arm and led her to the exchange cages, collecting his winnings. They quickly went out of the hotel and down the strip to the restaurant they had reservations for. They walked into Aureole, the restaurant they had chosen for dinner and gave their name to the hostess. Xenia's look drew appreciative looks from men and women alike. Xenia quivered slightly, the attention a little overwhelming but exciting as well. The hostess sat them at their table and Clarence ordered a bottle of wine.

Over the next 90 minutes they drank the bottle of wine, ate their dinner, and received numerous compliments about their appearance, particularly Xenia. Not one to blush, she had a slight blush on her cheeks as each person stopped by their table and complimented her. The staff brought them a complimentary dessert, which they enjoyed.

Xenia and Clarence had tickets for the 11 o'clock showing of Shades of Temptation; supposedly an adult show based on the 50 shades novels. Xenia had read the books to Clarence while he drove across country and when she'd heard this show was being produced they quickly agreed to see it. It was still relatively early; the show wouldn't start for a couple hours yet, so they headed to the House of Blues. They settled into a booth and watched the musicians and the couples dancing, sipping on their drinks. Xenia had a Ciroc and Cranberry and Clarence had Hennessy and Coke. The music flowed through Xenia, the saxophone like warm water on her skin, the snares like pop rocks in her mouth, the clarinet like Clarence's hands stroking her breasts. 

As they sat there enjoying the music, Clarence's left hand went to her knee. He caressed the leather of the boot, and then his fingers started grazing her thigh where it went into the boot. His fingers stroked random patterns and designs in her leg, slowly moving up and down, teasing her body. The cool leather of the seat against her exposed ass cheeks made for an erotic counterpoint to his warm hand stroking her leg, sliding higher and higher on her thigh, fingers sliding in further and further. Xenia obligingly spread her legs a little, and his pinky slid up and rubbed right up her lips, stopping at her engorged clit. His pinky rested there, lightly tapping time with the music against her clit. 

Xenia closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers, the warmth of the alcohol and the smooth mellow Jazz. Clarence ordered them both another drink each, then got up from the booth, pulling Xenia with him and led her to the dance floor. Taking her in his arms, he lazily swayed her back and forth on the dance floor to the smooth mellow music. After a couple songs, they made their way back to the booth, sitting there drinking their drinks. Clarence's hand went back to its previous entertainment; stroking her thigh and tapping his pinky against her clit in time with the music. Xenia put her hand on his thigh and as her sexual appetite and discomfort grew, her nails dug deeper and deeper into his thigh. His threshold for pain seemed to be immeasurable, as he continued his torture, adding a couple fingers stroking her engorged lips to add to the unrelenting punishment.

"Stop," she begged in his ear. "I can't take that anymore. I promise, you'll get all you can handle later, but I don't want to be walking all over Las Vegas with sopping wet panties, a hard clit and no relief in sight for hours."

"Well, if it's relief you want, baby," he whispered in her ear, his tongue caressing her earlobe, "just step back in the hallway with me and I'll give you a taste of what's coming later."

"Mmmmmm..." she moaned softly, as his fingers moved inside the panties and stroked her wet lips. "Same issue. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on what we're doing if we did that. Please, Clarence, stop for now?"

He moved his hand away, and then finished off his drink.

"How about we head to the show?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. She scooted across the seat and stood up. Tucking her hand in his arm, he led her out of the House of Blues.

He managed to keep his hands to himself, though how, she couldn't tell. She knew this restriction was going to cost her later, but secretly she was looking forward to it. He was such an attentive lover.

They arrived at the Shades of Temptation foyer, handed their tickets to the usher and he escorted them to their seats. They were near the stage, to the right. They had a small table and two chairs. A waiter came to take their order. Xenia gasped. The waiter, a tall, muscular dark drink of water looked just like Shamar Moore, the actor. He was topless, just wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and high tops. He took their drink order and, smiling at Xenia, walked away. Xenia watched his ass move, mouth watering.

"Easy, there, babe," Clarence said laughing. "That ain't Shamar and you know it. Just like that girl over there ain't no Halle." He pointed behind her. 

She turned in her seat and saw a topless waitress who was the spitting image of Halle Berry taking another couples' drink order. Xenia laughed, and then sighed. Tall, dark and topless came back with their drinks and the lights dimmed as the show started. The show lasted for an hour and a half, and the Shamar lookalike kept them in drinks. Clarence's hand stayed on her thigh the whole time, fingers grazing her sensitive inner thighs, but not moving up to her pussy as she'd asked. His fingers tightened on her thigh several times through the act, which was essentially a live sex show without the sex. One particular scene engrossed them both.




Las Vegas



A woman was tied up, with her hands stretched up over her head and a man walked around her with a riding crop, lightly smacking her in various random places. He tickled her with the leather tip, stroked her pussy through her panties, smacked her hard on the ass, and introduced her and the audience to the pleasures of domination and submission. Clarence and Xenia could tell the woman was into it, even if this was an acting job, because her nipples were high and erect, her face, neck and chest flushed, and they could actually make out her jutting clit through the sheer panties as she wriggled and writhed for the benefit of the crowd. The smell of sexual arousal permeated the air, not even covered by the smell of the alcohol and the intermingling of perfumes. 

Xenia leaned over and whispered in Clarence's ear, "That looks like fun. We should try that someday. Would you like that, Daddy?" 

His fingers spasmed on her thigh, telling her that he was most definitely interested. She ran her tongue over his earlobe and lightly bit it, which caused him to shiver.

After the show, Xenia and Clarence walked down the strip, looking at the lights. They stopped and watched the water show in front of the MGM Grand and the fireworks display over Wynn. They walked into the covered open air mall and watched the people hustling and bustling around. 

Xenia spied an adult bookstore and dragged Clarence inside. She found a bookcase full of books and started browsing the various titles while Clarence wandered around. She found a book called The Guide to Sex Positions with Pictures by Jessica Jordan. Flipping through the thin book, she found several interesting positions that excited her. She went over and found Clarence in the Masturbation section, with a Fleshlight in his hand and a small shaped vibrator in the other. 

"One for you and one for me," he said. 

She showed him the book, flipping to the second page where it described a '68', where the woman lies on her back on top of the man with her pussy and ass in his face so he can lick, suck, and nibble to her content, while his hands are free to stroke her breasts and thighs. Clarence smiled and nodded, indicating his acceptance of the book to their purchase order. They went up to the front desk and paid for the three items. They roamed the mall for a little longer, and then headed back to the Strip. At the end of the Strip they came across a Gentlemen's club.

"Let's go in," Xenia said. This was a routine for them, going to strip clubs together. Xenia liked to watch Clarence get lap dances. He nodded and handed $40 to the doorman. They entered the dimly lit club, noting that the place was about half full and there were a number of dancers walking around the room in just thong panties. They took a table near the front, ordering their usual drinks. Clarence put his hand on her thigh, his thumb lightly stroking up just under the hem of her dress but not touching her panties or her aching pussy. The girl on the stage was a petite Asian girl, with long black hair, dark eyes, and small breasts. She undulated and writhed around the stripper pole, demonstrating her flexibility. Xenia noticed Clarence's eyes were riveted to the slender Asian girl and smiled to herself. Xenia stood up and moved to the stage, slipping a couple dollars in the girl's thong. She noticed a small dragon tattoo on the Asian girl, writhing in and out of her thong just above the girl's pubic hair. Xenia could also see that the girl's clit is pierced and there was a Chinese coin dangling from the piercing.

"Thank you," the girl said softly, leaning down and kissing Xenia lightly on the mouth. Xenia feels the girl's tongue lightly caress over her lips. Xenia moved back to Clarence's side.

"Damn, baby," he growled in her ear, his hand sliding higher on her thigh. "That was so hot! I like her!"

Xenia giggled, placing her hand on his wrist and pushing his hand down her thigh toward her knee. A tall blonde woman came over and sat down in Xenia's lap. She had massive breasts and an incredible amount of cleavage. Her ass was big, but Xenia can feel that it was firm. The woman was a little overweight, but the extra weight sat well on her, making her seem sultry and alluring.

"How about a lap dance for the lady?" the woman asked Clarence. Clarence smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the semi-darkness.

"How about you and the Asian girl?" Xenia said in her ear, just loud enough for the blonde stripper to hear. The blonde nodded and stood up, moving toward the Asian girl coming off the stage.

"I'm Nikki," the blonde said when they returned, "and this is Lisa. It'll be $100 for the both of us."

Xenia handed the girls $100 each, and the four of them got up and headed to a private room. The room had mirrored walls all the way around, only a doorknob showing the exit. There was a large leather couch and a couple of leather swivel rockers. Xenia sat down in one of the chairs and pointed Clarence to the couch.

"I like to watch," Xenia told the two girls, "so please concentrate your efforts on my man there."

The two girls giggled and then turned on the music from the overhead speakers, moving in on Clarence from either side. Nikki leaned in and rubbed her large breasts against Clarence's chest, grazing her swollen nipples on his shirt and tie. She leaned back and looked over her shoulder to Xenia and asked, "Anything goes?"

Xenia nods. Watching Clarence get worked over by these two will make him extremely hard and her very soaking wet, so as soon as they were done, she planned to hurry him back to the hotel room and fuck him until the sun rises. She sipped her Ciroc and cranberry, the alcohol seeming to flood straight to her pussy, warming and wetting her lips and setting her clit on fire.

Nikki turned back and undid Clarence's tie and shirt, exposing his chest. She leaned in and ran her tongue from his waist band up his chest, circling his nipples. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his thighs. Lisa has moved from sitting next to Clarence, to standing on the couch straddling him, her panties halfway down her thighs, rubbing her clit ring against his lips. He closed his lips around the Chinese coin and sucked on it, his lips brushing against her clit and pussy lips. Nikki stood up, spun around and sat in Clarence's lap, grinding her firm ass up against his stiff cock, her hands gripping his knees. Clarence groaned around the mouthful of coin, the vibration setting up an echo effect from Lisa. Xenia felt her lips swell and her clit harden, watching this erotic show play out. 

Nikki slipped out of her thong, tossing it in the empty chair. Her pussy was clean shaven, so there was no telling if the blonde hair color was natural or a dye job. She reached up and tapped Lisa on the ass and Lisa stepped away from Clarence, moving to the side and sitting on the arm of the couch, her fingers sliding to her pussy lips. Xenia watched as two fingers disappeared inside Lisa's pussy and Lisa's eyes closed and she moaned. 

Nikki stepped up on the couch, straddling Clarence, bent over and undid his pants, pulling out his stiff hard-on. Clarence groaned as her fingers closed around his thick head. Nikki bent over at the waist, knees bending slightly and took Clarence's head in her mouth, pressing her pussy into his mouth. Clarence reached up and grabbed her hips, his mouth working at her pussy lips while she stroked and sucked his rigid cock.

Xenia stood up and slid her useless, soaking wet panties off over her boots, stepping out of them and tossing them in the shopping bag that contained their purchases. She walked over and sat down next to the Asian girl and Clarence, watching his tongue stroke Nikki's gaping slit and his lips sucking at her engorged clit. She turned and looked at Lisa, whose fingers were busily sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Lisa pulled her fingers out and slid them into her mouth, sucking on them. Xenia reached over and circled her finger around the clit ring, teasing that hard clit with her fingertip. 

Nikki groaned, Clarence's active tongue achieving an orgasm from Nikki's pussy. Her knees buckled and she swiveled down and mounted his thick cock, sliding onto his hard pole until it was completely engulfed by her pussy. Nikki sighed as if she'd been waiting all night to feel Clarence's cock inside her. She started to rhythmically grind on his cock, sliding up and down his shaft in time with the heavy beat of the sensual music piping through the speakers.

Xenia leaned over and laid her head on Clarence's thigh, reaching up with her Lisa wet finger and stroking Nikki's swollen clit. Lisa, unable to address Clarence, turned her attention to Xenia, slipping her skirt up around her waist and spreading her legs before running that soft wet tongue up Xenia's inner thigh and spearing the tip into Xenia's swollen clit. Xenia was not particularly happy about this turn of events, but Lisa's tongue worked so well that Xenia was shuddering with pleasure before she knew what was happening. Her free hand involuntarily slid into Lisa's long black hair; pulling her tighter into her aching, cock hungry pussy. Lisa's lips closed on Xenia's clit and her perfectly manicured fingers slid into Xenia's opening, sliding in and out to the rhythm of the music, while her tongue whipped Xenia's clit at double time.

Xenia's fingers stroked Nikki's clit at the same pace as Lisa's tongue and they both reached orgasm at the same time, their cries of ecstasy sounding off in stereo. Nikki slipped off Clarence's cock, sliding over onto the couch beside him. Xenia pushed Lisa back and Lisa quickly shifted from between Xenia's legs to Clarence's legs, eagerly straddling him and mounting his wet cock. Clarence cupped her small breasts and leaned down to suck them as Lisa quickly rode his cock, driving up and down on it like she was trying to break the record for the shortest ride to orgasm. 

Clarence reached behind and smacked Lisa's ass, leaving a large red hand print on her tiny little ass cheek, and this seemed to be the much needed switch as Lisa started squeaking like a bird and twitching all over. She slumped down against Clarence's chest and Clarence wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling over as she sucked in huge lungsful of air. As she started to regain her composure, there was a knock at the door.

"Time's up," Nikki said, standing and slipping on her thong. Lisa slid off Clarence's cock and shakily got to her feet, accepting her thong from Nikki and almost falling over trying to put it on. Xenia and Nikki helped her get her thong on and then Nikki led her out of the room.

"Wow," Clarence said, his cock still rock hard and unfulfilled. "That was amazing! Why can't we get that sort of action more often, baby?"

"Because," Xenia said, "you'd get jaded if we got you something like that all the time. Besides, I still have plans for that beautiful cock."

Clarence pulled himself together, but left the tie undone. Xenia grabbed the shopping bag, but left the panties inside. Taking his hand, Xenia led him out of the private room and out of the strip club. She didn't think they could walk all the way back to the hotel without winding up fucking in some dark corner and she wasn't a fan of public sex, so she hailed a cab and had the driver quickly take them back to the hotel.

Back in the room, Xenia noticed that the clock said 2:30. The sun would rise in 3 hours...that might be long enough, she thought, smiling wickedly. Tossing her shawl on the chair, she lifted her hair, turning her back to Clarence and saying, "Untie my dress?" He came up behind her, his hands resting on her hips and he leaned down, trailing hot breath and kisses across her naked shoulders and down her back. She arched forward as his warm lips slowly traveled down her spine. His hands slid down her hips until they were on her outer thighs and when his lips hit the waistband of the skirt, he flipped the skirt up and ran his lips and tongue down her crack. Xenia backed up into his mouth, just enough to knock him over. 

"Not yet, mister!" she said, looking over her shoulder at him. 

Clarence laughed and jumped to his feet, stepping close and untying the dress. Xenia turned and started to do a slow strip tease, letting the fabric collapse over her hands which were cupping her breasts and slowly then twirling around so the skirt slid up, briefly exposing her pussy and ass. She stopped, facing away from him, and then slowly, very slowly bent over at the waist. Clarence went and sat on the edge of the bed and watched as the skirt slowly rose up, revealing her luscious pussy and gorgeous ass. He saw her drop the top part, hands cupping bare breast, then she slowly stood back up, turning to face him. He could see her hard nipples between her fingers.

"How did you get them to stay hard all night?" he asked.

"I used a cream," she admitted, strutting closer to him in her knee high boots. Standing in front of him, she said, "Take my dress."

He slid his thumbs into the waistband of the dress and slowly slid it down her legs, leaning forward to plant wet kisses on her stomach, pubic mound, clit, pussy lips, and inner thighs and just above her knees. The skirt hit the floor. His hands slid back up and quickly grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him. His tongue flicked out, sliding through her wet lips, parting them and exposing her clit and pulsating hole. Xenia groaned as his moist tongue activated her pleasure centers, stroking her swollen clit, nibbling and sucking on her distended outer lips, nuzzling his nose into her fragrant and soft pubic hair.

"You look, feel, taste, and smell amazing!" Clarence exclaimed, his lips forming the words against her pussy lips, tickling and exciting her. She felt a small drop of fluid slide off her lips and slowly ooze down her thigh. Clarence watched it travel, and then just before it got to the top of her boots, he moved down and slid his tongue slowly and leisurely up the trail it left. His tongue pressed against her lips, his hot breath blasting up and down her eager sex. He stopped, pushing her back and stood up. He quickly stripped. His long black cock was rigid and thick, his desire and excitement clearly evident. A drop of pre-cum was sitting on the tip and Xenia bent over and lightly slid her tongue over the mushroom shaped head, tasting the drop.

Clarence backed onto the bed, lying stretched out; his head nestled in a pillow. 

"Come here and let me try that 68 that was in that book," he said, motioning with his hands. 

Xenia crawled slowly up his body, kissing and nibbling up his legs, pausing to swallow his long thick cock and sliding her mouth up and down it a couple times, then continuing to nibble up his stomach and chest before planting a hot kiss on his mouth, tongues twining together in a passionate embrace. His hands went to her hips and he slid her up his body until her pussy was directly in front of his mouth. Xenia leaned back until she was lying on top of him; his cock nestled against her cheek. She planted her feet wide apart, knees bent; giving him the most access she could muster. 

He gripped her thighs, and then buried his tongue in her pussy, thrusting it in and out like a small cock, moving it up and down and side to side to touch and taste every inch of that beautiful hole. His hand slid around her leg and his thumb and forefinger captured her clit, pulling and stroking it in rhythm to his tongue thrusts. He took his time, working at her hole and her clit steadily, not going too fast, and drawing out the pleasure. 

Xenia reached over her head and grabbed his legs, running her hands up and down his strong thighs. His tongue and hand felt so good, making her so wet and so eager for his stiff cock. He slid his other hand up to her breast, pinching and stroking her nipple which sent waves of excitement coursing down her body, past her pulsating clit, down her legs to her toes. She curled her toes in the comforter, wriggling her feet in pleased excitement. She didn't know if she would be able to hold out much longer. She wanted to ride him, be ridden by him, made to scream out his name as he made her explode over and over and over again. 

She looked at the ceiling, the lights dim, so at first she didn't understand or realize what she was looking at. She got distracted from the ceiling when his tongue curled out of her pussy and slid down to her puckered ass, swirling around that tight hole. She pulled away, not wanting him to go there, but he held her in place, his strong arms keeping her positioned so he could do what he intended. His thumb and forefinger stroked her excited clit faster and his other hand tightened on her nipple, pinching it firmly. 

She gasped, knowing she was seconds away from an orgasm; an orgasm she'd been waiting for all night long. His tongue continued to tease her ass, swirling around her tightly puckered hole, lightly pressing against it, then straying off over her thigh and coming back. His mouth and his warm breath felt so good she stopped resisting and spread her legs wider, digging her nails into his thighs to demand more action. He stroked her clit like she liked, the rhythm and pressure that they both knew would get her off. Within seconds, Xenia was moaning and shuddering as the first orgasm of the night exploded through her body like fireworks at a Fourth of July event.

"Now for a 69," she gasped, rolling off his body and straddling his head. Her mouth eagerly sucked up his cock head as his tongue and lips assaulted her clit, sucking and stroking at the same time. She grabbed the base of his cock and started stroking and sucking rhythmically, the same pattern he was using on her clit. His mouth was hot, lush, eager, his tongue wicked against her clit and swollen lips. His hands stroked her ass cheeks, massaging and stroking them, occasionally spanking one and watching her jump and wiggle. She focused on his cock, stroking and sucking, running her tongue around the base of the head. 

Xenia could feel Clarence breathing faster, feel his excitement rising and knew that he would be coming soon. She applied more pressure with her fingers, stroking faster with her hand while keeping her mouth still and sucking deeply on his swollen head. Clarence groaned, the deep guttural sound vibrating against her clit and it pushed her over the edge, coming hard against his now deeply penetrating tongue. He groaned again and she felt him explode in her mouth. She milked him, draining all of his thick come into her mouth, then slid off him and went sashaying into the bathroom and spit it in the sink, rinsing it down the drain. 

She turned and walked back into the bedroom, then stopped, noticing for the first time the unique design of the room. Centered in the ceiling was a steel rod on a swivel. Attached to it were to long thick sheets of cloth that sloped down gracefully to mount on either side of the bed, giving it a canopy look. She thought about the show, Shades of Temptation, and how they had tied up some of the girls. She had been excited by it, thinking how much fun it would be to be tied up by Clarence, but she didn't have any equipment to do it with. 

She walked over to the head of the bed, Clarence's eyes following her as she undid first one side, then the other, bringing them to the center of the room. The cloth was so long that it pooled on the floor around her feet. She smiled at Clarence and said, "Mama's been a bad girl, Daddy. Maybe you should tie her up and punish her?" She wrapped the cloth around her wrists, so she looked like she was standing there tied up.

Clarence jumped off the bed, smiling his big smile that he reserved for when she had done something to excite and titillate him. Scooping his pants off the floor, he slowly slid the thin leather belt out of the belt loops, curling it in his hand. Xenia's breath caught in her throat, excitement coursing through her body as well as a tinge of fear. Clarence walked over to her, sliding the belt over her shoulder and then taking the cloth and tying it in knots around her wrists. She had free range of motion, but was still restricted to her position in the middle of the room.




Las Vegas



"Yellow means slow down and Red means stop, right?" Clarence said in her ear as he slowly slid the belt off her shoulder and down her breasts.

"Just like the show," Xenia agreed. She can feel a trickle sliding down her leg and she knows that she's so wet with anticipation she can barely contain herself.

Clarence slowly circled her, most of the belt looped around his left fist, with a few inches protruding in his right hand. He flicked the loose tip lightly against her right hip, just barely hard enough to sting. Xenia squirmed, raising her hands over her head and wrapping her fingers in the cloth as high as she can reach. Clarence slapped the leather tongue against her left nipple, instantly turning the pearlescent white flesh around her nipple a soft glowing pink.

"Daddy, I've been so bad," Xenia breathed. "I deserve to be punished much more than that."

He trailed the belt down her stomach and over her pubic mound, and then flicked his wrist, slapping the soft leather against her swollen lips. Xenia writhed, wiggling her thighs and crying out softly. The feel of the belt against her hard clit sent an electric shock through her body, making her toes, fingertips and nipples tingle delightfully. Clarence unspooled more length from the belt and, standing in front of her, swung the belt around her, the belt stinging across both ass cheeks and her left hip. Xenia danced, the pain searing against her ass cheeks making her jump and squirm.

"Spread your legs," Clarence ordered, lightly slapping the belt against her breast again, harder this time so that it turned to a brighter shade of pink. Xenia quickly spread her legs, exposing her swollen lips and hard clit to his view and inspection. Clarence walked over to the bag of toys they'd bought earlier, returning with the little vibrator he'd selected. 

"This is a wireless," he said. "I'm going to put this inside you and then I'm going to control the vibration from this remote control." He showed her the remote. "Don't let it fall out, or I'll have to spank you," he said. He slid the vibrator into her pussy and Xenia clamped down on it with her kegel muscles. Clarence turned on the vibrator and Xenia gasped. The thing was like a livewire, sparking her pussy. 

He crouched down, looking at her wet pussy and licked his lips. His wrist flipped and the belt slapped against the inside of her thigh, just under her lips. Xenia cried out, the stinging radiating in arcs down her leg and up to her stomach, but mostly straight to her clit. He leaned forward and slid his tongue up her lips, curling the tip under her clit and pressing inward. She closed her eyes, watching galaxies explode behind her eyelids as his tongue fired her up. The belt slashed against her ass cheek, harder yet, then again against the other cheek. She yelped, jumping back. Clarence stood and pointed at the floor. "Come back here and stay here or I'll be forced leave welts on your ass and thighs."

Xenia moved back into position, fingers clenched tightly in the cloth. This is so damn erotic, she thought. He moved forward and closed her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard at it and started tapping the belt against her other nipple, lightly at first, but gradually getting harder and harder. Xenia moaned, wanting him inside her, needing to feel that beautiful cock stroking inside her needy pussy. 

"Fuck me, Clarence," she pleaded. 

Clarence's free hand moved to her pussy, his thumb pressing against her clit and three fingers sliding inside her slick pussy, cupping the vibrator up into her g-spot. Xenia moaned and gasped. Clarence continued to suck on her nipple and finger her pussy and clit while slapping her other nipple harder and harder with the belt. Xenia screamed as suddenly her whole body convulsed and she exploded in a mind numbing orgasm that punched through her like a car accident and wouldn't let up. 

Clarence stuck the tip of the belt in her mouth and she clamped down on it, muffling her screams and sobs and his mouth and fingers continued to mercilessly assault her body. His hand that had been holding the belt went to the whipped nipple and pinched it, rolling it tightly between thumb and forefinger and Xenia sagged as all the energy drained out of her from the continued orgasm.

"Red, red, red!" she spit, as she felt like she was going to pass out. Clarence stopped and stepped back, taking the vibrator out of her pulsating pussy. Xenia sagged, her body held up by the knots around her wrists. Eyes closed, Xenia panted as her body slowly recovered. She could hear and feel Clarence doing something, but she was in no condition to focus on anything but her ragged breathing and her racing heartbeat.

"When I tell you," Clarence breathed in her ear, "I want you to lift yourself off the ground."

"I can't," Xenia gasped. "I don't have anything left."

Clarence moved away and came back a minute later with the ottoman from the living room. "Step up on this," he told her.

Confused, Xenia complied. Suddenly she understood what he was doing, he brought the cloth around her thighs, wrapping it once around each thigh, then tying the two ends together and slipping the knotted end over her head. It was an improvised swing! Xenia lowered herself into it, her weight evenly distributed over her legs and back. Lifting her feet off the ottoman, Clarence shoved it out of the way. He moved between her legs and she found that we had set it up just right, so he had immediate and easy access to her wet, eager pussy. Xenia leaned back into the swing, adjusting the top part down her back to slide under her arms. She felt perfectly suspended on this improvised swing and felt ready to enjoy Clarence's next move.

Clarence pulled the ottoman back and sat down on it, grabbing her ass cheeks tightly in his hands and proceeded to lick and suck her pussy again. Xenia cried out with pleasure and frustration. As good as it felt to be eaten by Clarence, she wanted more for him to stick his thick dick in her eager pussy and fuck her until she passed out. Still, it was early yet, and she knew she had to be patient. She relaxed, enjoying his hot breath on her pussy, his wet tongue and firm lips licking and sucking and nibbling. He branched off every now and then, kissing and nibbling up her thighs, around her tight pink asshole, up through her pubic hair to her soft stomach. Each time, he returned to her clit, tongue slashing at it with reverential passion. He finally stopped when his jaw started locking up.

Standing up, he grabbed hold of the soft fabric and guided her pussy to his cock, the head nudging gently through her swollen lips and settling against her super sensitive hole. He slid into her so easily it felt like she'd been using a whole bottle of AstroGlide. Xenia loved how Clarence felt inside her. He was so thick that she always felt filled up when he was fucking her. He began rocking her back and forth, slowing sliding her on and off his cock, her wetness coating him completely. Xenia felt so wet she could feel it on her asshole and thighs. Clarence paced her slowly, knowing that her pussy was so sensitive at this point from all the foreplay that it wasn't ready to handle the hard, deep thrusting he so enjoyed and that made her scream with unadulterated delight. Xenia moaned, pleasure spiking through her body with each gentle thrust.

"That's it, Daddy," she purred. "That's perfect! Don't stop!" 

Clarence did, the long slow strokes gradually creating friction and warming her pussy up for some good hard thrusting. Xenia moaned and writhed, her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass cheeks when she wanted him to go faster or harder. There wasn't much communication between them verbally. Each knew what the other liked and knew what signals to give to maximize the pleasure. Xenia squeezed her kegel muscles around his thick, rigid cock, increasing the friction on his bulbous head. Clarence groaned in appreciation. Xenia knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer; his knees would give out soon enough. Gradually, Xenia noticed the room getting brighter. She turned her head to the window and saw dawn quickly approaching, the eastern horizon already gray and blue and the sky reflecting the coming sun.

"Clarence, stop," she said. Clarence stopped. "Help me out of this swing; I want to watch the sun rise."

"Sounds good," Clarence said, breathing a little heavy, "but first..." 

He pulled out of her, then grabbing her hips, pushed outward and flung her in a wide arc, swinging wildly in a huge circle around the room. Xenia laughed and giggled, swinging freely through the room, the cool breeze of her passage coursing over her body, cooling her overheated pussy and making her nipples pucker tightly. Goose bumps rose on her arms. Clarence gave her a couple more pushes, then slid onto the bed and chuckled at her as she swung naked over his body. He lay there and watched her swing, love and lust intermingled on his face. Gradually she came to a halt. Clarence came over and untied her as she stood on the ottoman. She watched the window intently as she saw the early rim of the sun start peeking over the low hills in the distance. 

Clarence got her untangled and picked her up and carried her over to the window, setting her on her feet. She stood, feet apart, legs braced, watching the sun rise. Clarence pulled her against him and slid his cock under her ass and into her pussy. Standing there, he gently rocked her hips back and forth against his thick cock as she watched the sun slowly rise. He pushed her forward until she was against the cold glass, her hard nipples tightening harder against the coldness, but feeling good on her body. Clarence bent his legs a little and changed the angle of penetration and suddenly he was thrusting into her hard and fast, his thick head hitting against her g-spot. As the sun crested the top of the hill, Xenia cried out as she orgasmed.

Clarence pulled out of her and pulled her to the bed. "Ride me," he commanded his voice hoarse with lust and longing. Xenia straddled him, taking his thick cock in her hand and guiding it back into her pussy. She slid up and down his thick pole while his fingers played with her nipples, tweaking them and warming them after their chilling from the cold glass. He sat up and sucked on her nipple, teeth grazing over it as she sped up her stroke. His hands went to her ass, cupping her cheeks as he urged her to go faster and faster. Xenia groaned as the head of his cock once again found her g-spot and she started riding harder and faster, trying to get him to come with her. He started thrusting with her, matching her rhythm and stretching her swollen lips out. She felt his cock swell, knew he was going to explode soon and started riding harder, digging his bulbous head into her g-spot. He moved his hand around to the front, his thumb pressing her hard clit and she cried out with him in unison as they both exploded in simultaneous orgasms.

The next day, they were at the airport, waiting to board their plane back to Charlotte.

"I can't believe what we did yesterday," Clarence said, still stiff from all the activity. "When we get back to Charlotte, we should look into something like that swing for the house."

"Daddy," Xenia said, a sly smile on her face, "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."



Las Vegas, A Great Decision



My husband and I were given the opportunity to take a mini-vacation for one weekend trip away that would allow us to escape from our hectic lives of childcare, long work hours and lack of true, intimate time together. We are both in our thirties, but already we've developed a grind of daily living. I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow my husband convinced me that going to Las Vegas would be better than Jamaica and in truth this turned out to be the best decision of my life. 

As I was packing a few days before leaving I realized I didn't have any sexy lingerie to entice my husband with on the trip. I knew deep down he wouldn't need much enticing simply because he was a man. I also figured since he had me alone all he would want to do is have sex. Although, thinking in this way did make me just a litle nervous. Over the past few years I had become increasingly aware that my once young, pert, athletic body had given way to those years, no exercise, extra weight and three babies. As a consequence, I had become a little embarrassed of my body and we started having sex in poorly lit rooms. I wasn't able to let go like I wanted to for my husband and myself. My dear husband would rarely complain. Instead he would compliment me on my body parts, especially my ass. We barely had time to hug and kiss in our daily lives and I knew he needed a good fuck as bad as I did. I knew he would be happy with me, but I still thought he needed to see some extra effort from my playful and sexy side. 

So, I made a quick trip to Victoria's Secret. While I was there I became surprised at how horny I got from looking not only looking at the lingerie but also at a couple of the women who worked there. These women were quite sexy and sultry with their perfect hair and make-up. They were very erotic. Thinking about wearing this lingerie and what it would do to my husband's cock made my pussy tingle and get wet. I was determined to look good for my wonderful and faithful husband. I took my goodies home and tried them on. I'll admit I looked pretty damn sexy and I couldn't think of anything else but my husband's stiff member slowly sliding between the lips of my wet cunt! I love to bounce on him so that my tits hang and sway freely for him as he kneads and squeezes them towards his mouth. Then he'll suck them into his mouth and tongue the nipples. 

We arrived in Las Vegas in the evening. What happened next took me completely off-balance. My husband and I were standing in the hotel lobby when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone I thought was Mel Gibson. I watched intently to determine if it was him or not and after a few moments and several faces passing me by I realized that it was him! 

"My God," I thought, "he's gorgeous!" I watched and noticed that he had begun to walk straight toward me. If there was one man in the world who I would have a hard time not having an affair with it would definitely be Mel Gibson. I know too that my husband knows this, but I assume he figures it's a safe bet it will never happen. Mel Gibson remains just my fantasy in movies and on TV. As I stood there everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. My body got stiff and I couldn't move. I could feel my nipples harden and strain against my cotton blouse and in that moment I excitedly hoped he would see them. I was pretty sure my panties were wet as he continued to move closer. I was lost in a daze of him tickling my pussy with my whole, naked body exposed to him when I felt his gentle touch on my shoulder. 

"Excuse me, miss," he said as he passed within a foot of my face to speak with a few people behind me. 

I remember staring directly into his green eyes. My God, I would've fucked him right there in the middle of the lobby! I sighed as he exited the lobby and continued on with his life; but of course, I couldn't stop thinking about him. 

My husband and I got our bags and went to our room. I was going inside, but my husband was going to take a tour of the hotel instead. I told him I needed to freshen up a bit first from the long trip and would take my tour later. We exchanged kisses and he left. I immediately went into the bathroom, got naked, and rummaged through our bags hoping to find the vibrator, but we hadn't brought it. In a complete state of arousal I looked in the mirror and stared at my breasts and examined my body. My nipples were definitely full and my pussy lips were swollen. I marveled at how sexy I looked. I had never really masturbated before, but I felt that this was as good a time as ever. I just wasn't sure if I could do it. 

I was able to muster up the strength to squeeze my tits as I brought them up to my mouth and gently tongued the tips. All the while I was imagining that it was Mel Gibson's hands all over me. I was on the verge of an orgasm when I heard my husband come back into the room. He was changing his clothes and told me he would meet me in the lounge for dinner. It was getting late so I figured I would satisfy my desires later. I quickly got dressed as sexily as I could and made my way to the lounge. Standing in the elevator I wondered if anyone else could smell my aroma, especially since I was wearing my crotch-less panties. 

I was nervous as I got off the elevator and walked toward the lounge. I found my husband and took a seat across from him. He sure was cute! Then it happened again. I saw Mel Gibson. This time he was definitely walking straight toward me making great eye contact with me. He came right up, smiled, and sat down next to my husband. I just stared at him looking, I'm sure, pretty dumbfounded. I vaguely remember him saying hello a couple of times. Given some time, I was able to finally compose myself and said hello back. My husband introduced me to Mel telling him that I was a big fan. 

We sat there for awhile as the two of them made small talk. I kept staring at them in turn imagining being totally naked with them satisfying their sexual urges and pleasuring myself with their two, hard, throbbing cocks. My pussy stayed wet as I peered at my husband who seemed very charismatic and charming. I hadn't seen him like this for a long time and it was quite a turn-on. I started to think that maybe he was my true fantasy after all. 

I must've seemed impatient because my husband and Mel suggested that we go back to our room. After the few glasses of wine this sure sounded like a good idea to me. Once inside, I didn't hesitate to take control of my destiny. I desperately needed to get at someone's cock as my panties were soaking wet and my nipples and tits begged for more than my own attention. I moved up to Mel, put my hands on his chest, moved my head towards his and kissed his mouth and tongue. His hands concurrently glided across my neck and shoulders, brushed the sides of my breasts and rested on my hips as he pulled me close. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. 

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as I kissed him hard. I breathed in his scent for a few moments then pulled away. 

My husband was sitting on the couch with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants as I sat Mel down next to him. I got between Mel's legs and began to rub his cock through his trousers. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down allowing his hardness to jump to life just inches from my face. His cock was gorgeous. It was nearly the exact size as my husband's cock which is perfect for me. I ran a finger from the fat head down the underside of his shaft. He twitched, moaned and tightened his legs alerting me that he enjoyed my touch. I watched as his cock twitched again and seemed to grow fuller. My mouth was watering as I wrapped my hand around it feeling it's warmth and pumped it a couple of times. 

Hearing him say, "Oh, my God" was all the encouragement I needed. I pumped it more aggressively as his head fell back and his eyes closed. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue all around the head in a big circle. "Oh, how tasty his precum is," I thought to myself as I continued licking. My cunt was aching as I opened my mouth and swallowed his whole cock all the way down to his pubic hair that tickled my nose. I bit down on him with my lips and sucked softly as I brought my head back to its starting point at the tip of his cock. I bobbed quickly on the head as I swiveled my tongue around and around. At this moment I became very aware of his voice as he started to beg me. 

"Ugh! Aghhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Swallow my cock, honey! You're one great cocksucker that's for sure. Pleeeeeease, take it all in your mouth... down your throat!! Let me cum!!"

But, I wasn't ready. I was in control of his cock and my pussy. I picked up his balls and began to flick my tongue in that wicked little place between a man's balls and his ass. He jumped up and then settled down as I continued to lick him there and pump his engorged cock! He was moving his hips in concert with my effort trying to fuck my hand and cum for me. Then he stopped and confused the hell out of me. He had me stand up, take off my dress (leaving me in crotch-less panties), put one leg up on the couch in front of him and the other stayed on the ground. I was now open to him as he had me lean forward toward him. 

We kissed each other and I made notice that my hips were moving forward and back. He kissed down my neck and licked down toward my cleavage as my tits hung down obscenely in front of him. My nipples were huge as I stared at his mouth slowly moving towards them. As he licked one of them I sucked in and he continued to lick it and roll it around with his tongue. I could feel the sensation all the way down to my cunt as my juices started to run down my legs. I felt his hands down on both of my breast, tugging, pinching, and squeezing them making the nipples even harder and more sensitive. 

Slowly, he moved one hand down my stomach and into the thatch of my pubic hair just above my pussy. He teased the hairs as he played with them and I could feel the tension in my clit as he pulled the hairs around the outer lips. He used the heel of his hand to apply soft, steady pressure over my covered, swollen clitoris as I felt an extended finger slide between my engorged pussy lips all the way down to my rear opening. He got me up on my toes as he slid that finger from there all the way up my gooey slit to my clit. He stopped there, bit my nipple and started to gently circle my clit with his finger as I nearly came! I was losing control! He easily slid another and then a third finger up into my cunt using and up and down motion to heighten my ecstasy. He even continued to do this as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I couldn't help but fuck his hand with my sopping cunt muscles and play with my own tits because I needed to cum soooooo badly. I kept supporting myself over his face and could feel his other hand caress my ass cheek. With all this going on I couldn't help but fuck his hand. He was incredible in helping me up and down on his hand... faster and faster!

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I had never felt so hot, horny and nasty at the same time. I was completely exposed to him with my pussy lips wide open. I needed more. I grabbed Mel's hand and moved it even harder up into my cunt at a faster pace. He kept tweaking my clit as my head began to spin. I looked over at my husband who was pumping his cock and yelled at him lustily. 

"Baby, come... here.. and.. suck my... ass! Stick your tongue up... my.. sweet... ass while he finger-fucks my... nasty.. ooooooo... cunt! Ohhhhhhh... aghhhhh,ahhhhhh! Oooooooo, oooooooooo, baby, pleeeeeease! Finger or tongue my ass!"

Within an instant I felt his fingers kneading my ass cheeks helping me up and down on Mel's hand. He slid a finger along the crack of my pert, little ass slipping all the way to my opening. When I felt his tongue enter my ass I lost it. I started bouncing uncontrollably. I felt soooooo nasty just like a dirty slut and I loved it! I was screaming, moaning and groaning loud enough I could've woken the dead. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I screamed! "Fuck me you studs, make me cum, make me cuuuuuuum!!"

"Ooooooooo, ooooooooooo! More! More! God, more!! Lick my ass, fuck my pussy! Deeper, deeper! Use me! Fuck me!," I cried with tears coming down my cheeks. I could feel my tits bouncing and I could hear my pussy slurping and squishy. 

"Yehhhhhh, oooooooooo! Now, now, I cumming now! Ohhhh, I'm cummmmmmmmmming!! Ahhhhhhhh!"

As I awoke from my haze, I was greeted by two, hard full cocks. I looked at my husband who was standing there smiling at me with approval He stroked my face and hair and gently kissed me on the lips. He was definitely going to get his share of my pussy, but I wanted to finish my experience with two men at once, this was my fantasy now. I told him I would take care of him in no other that I had before. I wanted them to continue to satisfy me and help me explore myself in ways I never thought I could or would. 

Turning my attention to Mel I gazed at his cock and smiled up at him. I took his cock out of his hand and with my finger I traced the whole length of it. With one motion I engulfed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and kept me there. "Wonderful," I thought to myself as I took in the aroma of his manhood. My tongue danced around his shaft as I maintained a small amount of suction. I gently caressed his balls marvelling at the thought that I had Mel Gibson's cock in my mouth. I proceeded to slide his cock from the depths of my warm throat to the edge of my lips and back down again several times. I needed to taste his cum. There was the noticeable motion of his hips pumping up to meet my downward effort on his rock-hard cock. 

With a slurping noise, like licking a lollipop, I pulled my mouth from his cock. 

"Cum for me, please! I wanna taste your cum on my tongue and down my troat. Fill my mouth with your hot cum! It tastes so good!"

I couldn't take my eyes off of his eyes. I wanted to see every grimace and facial expression I was creating in him. 

"Hmmmmmmmm," I hummed as I settled back down to the fun at hand. I continued to fuck his cock with my mouth as I sensed an urgeny grow within him. His breathing became erratic and his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Reaching around for his asscheeks I pulled him up into my mouth as I went down hard on his cock. The nastiness in me took over. Not being able to restrain myself I slid my hand down into my slippery hole and fingered my clit and cunt for a few moments. Oh, my God! I again couldn't believe what I was doing! Now he was mine and he was going to shoot his load in my mouth. I grabbed his ass again and this this time I played with his opening. Stroking it gently, I stuck a finger in his ass up to my first knuckle. Remarkable, he began to pump his ass back against my finger. I was ass fucking him while I sucked his cock!

"Ummmmmmm, aghhhhhhhhhh! Christ, yeh! YEH! YEH!! YEH!! Suck me. Suck my cock!! Suck me,... I'm gonna cum! I'm going... to... CUMMMMMMMMM!! Ugh! Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Take it! Swallow it!!"

I felt splash after splash of his warm tasty semen hit the back of my throat and fill my mouth full. I didn't miss a bit of it. None of it left my mouth. I savored every last drop and continued to pump him as he went soft. His cock continued to ooze even after that and I kept licking it up. I had conquered him just as he had conquered me earlier and I had the taste of his cum to prove it. I climbed up on him and straddled his lap. I kissed him and he reluctantly kissed me back. He layed his head back on the couch and relaxed... exhausted!

I let him lay there as I turned my attention to the bed across the room. I felt like I neede to stretch out because I was still quite horny and my urges were growing stronger for some bodily attention and ecstasy. I bent over allowing these two men to see the crack of my ass and my swollen, glistening pussy lips as I slid my panties down my legs. This kind of activity only surged my desires for interaction. I lay on the bed, spread my legs, stretched my body and sighed with sexual thoughts dancing through my head. I closed my eyes for a few moments and "hmmmmmmmed" to myself as my arms, which were above my head, now moved down across my stomach, my bush and hips and up along the sides of my body. Once there my hands grabbed and squeezed my tits firmly and then together. I couldn't help but let out a low "Ohhhhhhhh... ooooooo!," as each breast touched the other. Holding on with lust, I peaked through my eyes to see that both men had moved to the foot of the bed. It was time for a show which I had never put on before. Not only had I never really masturbated alone before, I definitely never thought I would do it in fron of my husband let alone two people. 

I moved my hands from my breasts to the warmth of my slippery box which was wide open and slick. I lightly stroked the inner lips as I pulled on the outer lips with my other hand. That same hand then found my clitty and began to rub large than smaller and smaller circles around it. The first hand was now rubbing deeper and deeper along my slit until it found the opening to my love canal and all at once made its entrance into it. 

"Ughhhhh, ughhhhhhhh! Oooooooooo... ooooooo.. oooooooo!," came from my mouth as I licked my lips. 

I could hear the slurping wetness of my fingers now fucking my hole. My other hand was working feverishly on my clit as my orgasm was beginning to build with the site of these two men slowly jerking their cocks

. 

All at once I felt a pressure on the bed between my legs and only hoped it was what I needed. I kept my eyes closed and waited. My hands were touched by another set and pulled away. I felt the masculine hands of my lover, Mel Gibson, softly slide his fingers up my pussy to my clit. I instinctively pushed my pelvis up to greet him, too. I needed this! The next second I felt a warm breath on my hole and then a soft,firmness and realized it was his tongue. 

"Oh, yea baby. Lick me there... right there! Oh, God, you're gonna make me cum sooooo hard! There, there, there... Oh, my pussy is on fire, lover! Don't... STOP!! Aghhhh, aghhhhh!!"

But, he stopped and my orgasmic urge subsided minimally. I felt more pressure between my legs and looked up. "OH, please...," I thought to myself. "Yeh, go ahead!!" Mel was kneeling between my legs with his cock in hand and his cockhead just inches from my throbbing pussy. 

He moved the head down to my entrance and put it in about an inch teasing me with it. Even as I tried to push my cunt down to get it into me he took it and ran it up the same path his finger had taken ending at my clit. Up and down his cock went a few times and just as I was starting to get into a rhythm he surprised me by rotating his hips and drove his cock deep into my pussy. I wasted no time in fucking him back He was rocking my body and I enjoyed getting all of his solid meat to slide into me. There was no tightness there just joyous friciton as I was soaking wet from the whole days events. His cock was miraculous as he continued his siege upon my very welcome pussy; more and more and more! I was getting up on my heels while picking up my ass so he could grab my ass and thrust deeper. I was pulling my legs back by my head, just as a porn star would do I thought to myself. This allowed me to look down and see his cock rivoting into my cunt. This was quite a lewd vision as I could see my lips spread apart as his cock descended into my pelvis. During this, I pulled him down so he could continue to play, pinch and suck on my sensitive nipples while I concentrated on his cock. 

"Uhhhh... uhhhhhhh... uuuuuuhhhhh!! UH... HUH!! How good you feel!!"

I pulled off him and spun around on my hands and knees, reached back for his rod and directed him back into my hole before he knew what had happened. He never really missed a stroke and I felt him hit bottom in my pussy! He grabbed forward and got a handful of tit as he continued his journey. I, myself, found my hand tickling my clitoris at the same time. I was in ecstasy as I felt his magnificent hard-on pump and slid into my cunt as I threw my head from side to side. His groin would constantly smack my ass cheeks and I could feel his balls doing the same as they would swing forward with each thrust. I couldn't help but drive my hips back to impale myself on him and give him the fuck of his life! He was meeting me thrust for thrust when I reached forward and grabbed my husband's huge, engorged cock and stuffed it into my mouth. That tremendous, familiar feeling of my husband's cock, how I loved it!




Las Vegas, A Great Decision



"Ohhhhhhh, baby! You love that cock in your pussy abusing you as you suck my cock, don't you!"

"Suck me,... OH... suck me!!," my husband screamed as I pumped his cock with my hand and slurped and sucked the end of his penis. He cock-fucked my mouth as I felt drops of his jism and tightening of his hands on my head. He started cumming even as I was sucking with all effort to get him to cum. I was out of my mind with him spurting and pumping into my face. I couldn't help contain my smile as I let his cum splash on my face as well; never missing a beat of the hard-on in my pussy! Now it was time for my husband to spin around. He positioned his body so that he and I were in a 69 position. His cock stayed as hard as steel as he pumped it again toward my mouth. 

Both Mel and I stopped for a second simply because of the proximity of my husband's mouth in relation to Mel's cock. However, I wasted little time get back to my husband's groin. He deserved to have my tongue, mouth and lips all over his ass, balls and dick. I was playing with his ass cheeks as well as his balls as he renewed his effort to gag. I loved that feeling of being taken advantage of like that. I continued to thrust my ass back against Mel's pounding and then felt the most incredible combination of sensations I could've ever imagined. 

As Mel fucked me I noted what had to be my husband's very skilled tongue starting to probe around near my clit. Both of my husband's hands were grasping onto my back and upper ass as Mel's hands were grabbing my upper thighs and ass. All of this happened as my husband was tapping on my clit with his tongue followed by properly timed circles and nibbles. I had to be the luckiest, slutty woman around and as usual I needed and wanted more. The ache in my pussy was making me do things I never, ever thought of let alone do and I was out of my mind with lust and passion!

I couldn't take this as my mind went wild and deviant. I let go of my husband's cock and pulled away from Mel. I pushed Mel onto his back and squatted over his hips, spread my lips apart and let he and my husband watch as I sat right down on his cock. Both men and I gasped and moaned as the sight and feel of Mel Gibson's meat disappeared into my canal. I bounced up and down on that man as my juices were actually flowing down my legs. Mel threw his hands back and pulled me ass first down onto his cock. As I lay flat on top of him I began to slide to and fro on him. My tits would brush against his face and his cock tip would come up to the entrance of my pussy as I slid forward on him. At first I would slowly slide back down, but this only lasted a couple of seconds as a girl can only take so much. Soon I was rocking and riding that cock of his while he squeezed my ass cheeks and started playing with my asshole. 

That was it, I needed to cum again. My vagina ached. Again I turned to my husband to get me over the edge... what a man still with his hard-on even after losing his load just a short time ago. Actually, he never lost his hard-on. 

"Baby, please come here," I begged. "Slide that cock of yours up my ass... Oooooooo, I know you wanted to do that for some time and now is your chance! Make me a new woman and take, ughhhh... ahhhhh. ahhhh... my virgin hole. Hurry... ooooo... up before I... OHHHH... cum. Pleeeeeease, pleeeeeease!! Fuck my ass!! I want... OHHHHH... to... OHHHH... feel both of... oooooo... your cocks inside me when I cum!! Now, now, now. Fuck this BITCH!!," not caring what I said at this point. 

My man got right up behind me, slid one than two than three fingers up my ass and proceeded to pump in and out. 

"That's not what I want," I screamed. "I want you cock up there... for me. Make me cum!"

Then I felt this great fullness as his cock entered my ass. It took a few strokes from all involved, but we finally got it down. In and out, cocks in my ass and my pussy. I was sooooo full of cock that I could've died right there and then. Everyone was sreaming and moaning. 

"Your pussy feels so fucking tight!, Mel gasped. 

"OHHHHHHH, your ass is better than I imagined... OHHHH... ughhhhh. It's amazing watching my cock go into your ass. This is gonna make... me... cuuuuuuummmmm!," my husband groaned!

"YEA... you fucking studs... fuck me... fuck my virgin ass... fuck my pussy!! Don't ever fucking stop! UMMMMMMM! YEA, YEA, YEA!! YESSSSSSSSSSS! Oh, Fuck! Keep... it... going!! OHHHHHHH! Fuck meeeeeeee! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee! Oooooooooo, yes, now, now, now! Just like... that! Oh, God! I'm CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGG!. " I was smashishing my ass back against my husbands cock and forward against Mel's cock. Back and forth as wave after wave of orgasm hit me. I got weaker and weaker. By the time it was subsiding, I was laughing uncontrollably. The last thing I remember was these two men sliding their spent cocks out of me and Mel telling my husband that I was by far the best fuck he had ever experienced. He said I was better than any of the princesses in Hollywood! I woke up and it was morning. There were two dozen separate red roses intwo different vases on the table. One was from Mel Gibson and the other was from my darling husband. "So, it wasn't a dream," I thought to myself. I was so glad of that!

I showered, got dressed a went looking for them. When I got to the lobby I noticed them standing talking. I got close enough to read their lips and was able to make out my husband telling Mel thanks for helping him out. As I got closer I heard my husband say that it was his fantasy to make my fantasy come true. I almost cried right there. I couldn't believe my husband was that giving, caring and secure of our relationship. What surprised me though was when Mel told my husband that it was definitely his pleasure and that my husband was quite a lucky man! They hugged like men do and parted ways. I came up to my husband now knowing that he was my fantasy and not Mel Gibson. I grabbed his croth and ass and kissed him passionately. 

"Let's go. I wanna sit on your face and then have you fuck me like the nasty wife I am," I whispered to him! I was wet again! We went up to our room got undressed at the door. I went down on my husband's still hard cock right in the doorway and then proceeded to lay my pussy wide open for him. He fucked me good and slow and hard and fast. We fucked my ex-fantasy man (Mel Gibson) right out of my life!



Las Vegas Awakening



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"Rodney, Rodney, I won, I won!" It was my wife screaming into the phone so loud that I thought everyone at work could hear her. Not that it made much difference. We lived in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I worked at the family feed store with my brother and sister. 

"I won a week in Las Vegas on that radio show! I was the ninth caller and I won us a vacation."

Little did I know what a change that was going to make in our lives. We'd been married three years before. Sweethearts since the sixth grade we had wanted to get married since we were fifteen but of course we had to wait until we were eighteen. As I said, we live in a small town and most decent folk are very conservative. It may be difficult for most of you to believe but the most we did before we were married was French kiss, and at that we thought we were courting eternal damnation. 

After we were married the floodgates burst open so to speak. Our honeymoon was a camping / fishing trip for two weeks. Claire loves to fish as much as I do so we thought it would be great. The only pole that saw any use in those two weeks was my stiff rod. We fucked morning, noon and night. Claire just couldn't get enough. I'd wake in the morning because she was sliding her pussy over my morning boner.

That first year we continued to fuck every day. I hate to say it, but sometime in the second year I began to get tired of fucking her. Neither of us had any experience; we just were doing the same old missionary position over and over. Along about the time we won the trip to Las Vegas, Claire had decided we should try some other things. It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but she is the one who is more adventurous and is the dominant one in our marriage. She read some book that described sexual positions, oral and anal sex, and recommended using sex toys and lotions. Unfortunately, we were hundreds of miles from anyplace that sold things like that.

Which brings us to Las Vegas. Wow! The first day and night we spent in the casino that we were staying in. The next day, we rented a car and drove around. The casinos were awesome, but what caught our eye was a sign on a store, "Adult Books". We didn't go in, but we saw it and Claire talked about it. That night I asked Claire if she wanted to go to the store. Like little kids, we were almost afraid to go. But like kids we were drawn to what we thought of as something a bit bad.

We found our way back to the store about ten in the evening. There were sex books and videos lining the walls. In the back was a sign that said 'movies'. There were a half dozen men visible looking through the magazines. At the front of the store the clerk sat behind a display case that contained lotions and sex toys. Claire clung to my arm and we looked at the display. 

"You kids goin ta have ta show me some ID." 

We froze, looking at the clerk like school children caught by the principal. He was an older black man, about fifty I guess. He had on a green Hawaiian shirt that stretched over a significant belly. His white shorts were dirty yet still seemed very white against his thin black legs. He stood up and scrutinized us, looking at Claire mostly.

"Well little missy? Ya got some ID to show Mathew? 

Claire fumbled with her purse. Her blond pigtails swung as she nodded that she did. I could see the mans eyes move up and down her. She did look young. She is only 5-1. She wore a blouse, which masked her small breasts. However the shorts that she wore did wonderful justice to her legs and ass. 

She handed her drivers license to the clerk.

"My, my. Twenty-two. Child you could pass for sixteen. A foxxyyyy sixteen, heh, heh."

He sat down again. "Take your time, you see anything you want, you come ask Mathew."

"I think we want some lotion. Is there any that you recommend?" Claire stammered.

"Well, I'm partial to this," as he pulled a bottle from the display. "Just a few drops on ya boyfrens cock and he'll be hard as a rock, rub a little on your pussy and you'll swear you're in heaven. And it tastes good."

"OK, we'll take it." Claire said. She wasn't looking at the clerk; she was staring at the large rubber cocks in the display case. 

"Rodney, look at those. They look so real but they're so big. " She whispered to me but it was loud enough that the clerk overheard. 

"The reason they look real, little missy is that they make them from copies of the real cocks. Some of the biggest adult stars are here. Ever hear of John Holmes? He's still one of the most popular."

"Yeh, right. I guess you think I'm really dumb. No man's penis is that big." Claire seemed almost insulted.

The clerk laughed, an almost sinister laugh. "Little missy, you ain't been round to many guys have you? If you're brave enough to come peek around the counter you can see proof that some men is that big." He leaned back on his chair.

Claire went to the opening in the counter and gasped. "Oh my!" Rodney look at him."

I looked in. The clerk had pulled the leg of his shorts back and his thick black cock was exposed. Actually about half of it, we could see the outline of the remainder of the shaft covered by the white shorts. Claire didn't take her eyes off it; it was obvious to the clerk that she was interested. He pulled the foreskin back exposing the head of his cock. 

"Go ahead missy, touch it, see if it's real."

Claire pulled back. "No. No. We better go."

"Come again. 'I'm here most every night from eight to midnight." The clerk chuckled as we left the store.

"Rodney wasn't that the most scary thing we've ever done? I can't believe that man asked me to touch his penis. I guess what some people say about them black men is true, I mean about them being kind of like animals. I mean his penis was almost big as a horse." Claire chattered about the cock all the way back to our room. 

That night she asked me how big my penis is. I didn't know. I thought it was normal. She wanted to know, so she retrieved a tape measure from her stitchery bag and measured. "Five inches, umm five and a half." 

Not much more was said until the next night. About eleven o'clock Claire said, "Rodney, let's go buy one of those rubber things."

"You want to? You really mean it?"

"Yes."

" OK, let's go." I replied.

"OK, let me comb my hair first." And Claire disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out I did a double take. She had taken down her braids, now her blond hair hung down below her shoulders. Instead of the loose blouse, she had on a white tube top with no bra. Her breasts even though small showed as perfect mounds and if you looked closely you could see the bumps of her nipples. She wore a thigh length skirt instead of the shorts that she had been wearing. She now wore shoes with low heels, which enhanced the shape of her legs. 

When we walked into the store, the clerk looked up and smiled. "Hey, you kids use up all that lube already. Must a been some hot fucking last night." He laughed. 

He was dressed the same as the previous night. I looked more closely at him. I couldn't say he was ugly but he wasn't good looking either. Yet he seemed to have a way about him that made you relax. 

"Um, ummm, don't missy look hot tonight. You not the flat chested little thing I thought you was. I hope that boyfriend of yours knows how to nibble proper on those little apples."

Claire blushed. I had mixed feelings. I thought I should be angry at this stranger talking to my wife like that but I was feeling twinges of excitement.

"Can I see one of those rubber penis's?" Claire said.

He took three white and one black from the display case and laid them out for Claire's inspection. He had moved them to the end of the counter by the pass-through opening. "Anything for little missy. O' course most people calls them cocks. Pick 'em up, feel 'em. Almost as good as the real thing."

Claire touched one, then picked up another. She put it down and picked up the black one. 

"Now that's a good choice missy. Almost like Mathew's." He laughed. 

Claire squeezed and felt the black rubber cock, oblivious to the few other customers who came and went. 

"Here, see how they compare." As he spoke, the clerk took the dildo from her hand and pulled his cock part way out so that he could hold the rubber cock next to his cock. 

"What do you think? Do you think it looks like the real thing?" 

Claire stepped into the opening to look at his cock next to the rubber cock. 

"Go ahead missy, see if they feel different. You're man don't mind." 

He took her hand; she allowed him to guide her hand to his cock. I watched, mesmerized. At first she just lightly touched the black shaft with her fingertips. He guided her fingertips back and forth along the part of his cock that was exposed. 

He set the dildo down on the counter and Claire continued to rub his cock. 

"Go ahead missy, wrap your fingers around. Pull back and watch the head come out.'

His cock looked big and black in the small white hand of my wife. She pulled the skin back and his high crowned cock head came into view. It was shiny, purplish and I could see his cock get hard.

"You never felt nothin like that before did you missy. I see some hard little nipples now."

His hand pushed her top up exposing one breast. Her nipple was hard, erect and open to view by anyone in the store. 

"My, my. You got fine little titties. How big your titties girl?"

"Twenty-eight B." Claire whispered.

She almost seemed to be in a trance. I could see her hand lightly fondling the black cock while she stared down at it. 

"Little missy, I thinks you'd like playing with a big nasty black cock. Never had nothing like that before have ya. I thinks you an me an yer boyfriend needs to party. No sense you buyin a rubber cock when I'll let play with a real one. Wadda ya say. I'm off work in five minutes." He talked quickly and Claire seemed to be nodding in agreement.

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I think we better go." I spoke as I was guiding Claire to the door.

"God Claire, I can't believe you were actually feeling his cock. I mean, right there in public. And guys were looking at you, they saw him pull your top up." We were walking to the car.

"What'd you think Rodney? Am I really nasty?"

"I guess you're nasty, I mean showing your tit and letting him feel it and feeling his cock. It was kind of fun."

" I liked it. I think we should do it." Claire almost seemed to be demanding.

"Do it?" I stopped walking. "Do what?"

"Have a party. With him, you know. It's our last night. Nobody will ever know." She was now coaxing me back toward the store.

Mathew came out as we approached the door. "Hey, little missy and boyfriend decided to come get me." He laughed and closed the distance between us. He pushed his way between us, putting his arm around both of us as if we were old friends. "So where's your car. What club you stayin at? We'll go there." His hand had disappeared down Claire's top: I knew he was playing with her nipple as we walked to the car.

I was coming to the realization that although I hated this man's pushy, crude attitude, I was getting hard watching him fondle my wife. I also realized that Claire enjoyed having him fondle her in front of me.

The ride to our hotel was short but seemed long as I watched the two of them in the back seat. As soon as they got in the car he began kissing her or maybe it was Claire that began the kissing. I could hear them talking, louder than a whisper but not loud enough for me to understand what was said. Whatever it was, Claire giggled quite a bit in between prolonged kisses. I could also hear the sucking sound as they kissed and I knew that she was sucking his tongue. I recognized it as one of her favorite things to do when kissing. I resisted the urge to turn my head and watch them; I just stole frequent glances of them in the rear view mirror. I felt like a peeping tom and it excited me.

When we arrived at the casino the valet parking attendant watched as Claire and Mathew exited the rear seat. I felt my face flush when the attendant took the car key from me. All I could think of was " what if someone we know sees us." I hurried through the doors into the lobby, Claire and Mathew following behind giggling. I was anxious to get to our room, embarrassed that my wife was behind me being fondled by a black man. Claire on the other hand seemed almost to enjoy the looks of some of those we passed. In the elevator, an older white couple gawked as Claire made no effort to stop Mathew from pushing her tube top up to expose one breast. 

Once in the room, Claire wasted no time. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Mathew to stand in front of her. Mathew was removing his shirt while Claire ran her hand up the leg of his shorts. I just stood watching as her hand moved inside his shorts. I could see the outline of her hand, then saw the outline of his cock shaft. 

"Lookin for ya licress stick missy?" His hands were on her head.

"Umm, uh huh" she moaned as he pulled her face in to rub against the dirty shorts and the thickening shaft beneath. 

Claire rubbed her cheek against the outline of his cock. I could see the movement of her hand beneath the cloth pulling the shaft so that it pressed against her cheek. Then she pushed the shaft down so that the head of his cock was exposed out the bottom of his shorts. She began licking the cock head. I watched Claire's white face, his dirty white shorts, the tip of a black cock poking out, her pink tongue flicking around it. 

"Time to let the snake out missy. Ya got it woke up. Best pull down my shorts an see if ya can handle it." He laughed and Claire obeyed. She pulled her hand out from his shorts, then unsnapped and unzipped the shorts. She pulled them down and squealed softly as the large cock flopped free. Mathew stepped out of his shorts and at the same time pulled the tube top up over her head. His cock hung down, looked semi-hard. It bobbed against Claire's face and she attempted to nuzzle it.

"What ya think girl? Never had a nice big black cock before have ya?"

"Uh, uh" she kind of mumbled as she slowly fondled his cock. She was examining the shaft, kind of admiring it. She milked the skin back and gazed at the purple-black head. Mathew was now feeling her tits. His big black hands cupping and squeezing her tits. I noticed Claire twitch as he pinched or pulled a nipple. Then she opened her mouth and raised the cock to her lips. She stuck her tongue out and held her face still as she rubbed the cock over her tongue. Her hand slowly began to stroke the shaft and at the same time cradled the tip in her lips. She worked her mouth on the head for a while then began to take his cock deeper into her mouth. Mathew moved one hand to the back of her head and began forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. His other hand continued to work on her tit. I could see that he was squeezing her nipple much harder and Claire seemed to suck more rapidly with each squeeze. He would force his cock into her mouth, she would kind of gag and try to push him back but he would hold her for a few seconds, urging her to take all of him. Then he would allow her to pull back, take his hand off of her head and wait a brief moment. Then, without any urging she would bury the cock in her mouth again and he would grab the back of her head and gently force her to take more of him. It was more than she could take but she wanted to take it all. 

I stood there watching this, not quite sure what to do or what I wanted to do. Finally I went to the bed and sat down next to Claire and began rubbing her pussy. She spread her legs at my touch. She was so wet that her panties were soaked. I rubbed my finger on the slit forcing her panty material into the groove. I pushed the panty aside so that I could feel her pussy and found that the outside of her pussy was sopping wet. I just ran my finger up and down her slit as I watched her lick and suck the black cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could see it glisten, wet with her saliva. God it looked black and big, the more so when contrasted with Claire's pale small face and her glistening blond hair. I stared at the vein that serpentined along the shaft. I watched the cock head emerge from my wife's mouth, her fist wrapped tightly around the shaft, her tongue licking into the piss hole. 

Mathew bent down and whispered in her ear. She just looked up at him, his cock in her mouth. But she also closed her legs, my hand trapped between her thighs, my finger barely in her wet cunt. Claire pushed my hand out from between her legs. She pulled the cock from her mouth, rubbing it briefly over her lips before turning to me. "Baby, know what I want? You to watch me. Do that for me baby, sit and watch?"

I wanted to say "Hell, no! This has gone far enough." Instead I just nodded, realizing that I was getting excited watching her. 

"Get undressed baby and sit over there and watch. I wanna see you get hard watching me." She leaned her face to mine and kissed me, a wet sloppy tongue kiss. She swirled her tongue around in my mouth, and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, her hand slowly stroking his cock.

I got up, undressed, moved a chair near the bed and sat down to watch. Mathew pulled Claire to a standing position and told her to remove her skirt and panties. Then there they stood, naked before me, embracing. He was again kissing her and she was moaning. I could see the tip of his cock poking out as it was squeezed between them. Then she knelt before him, opened her mouth to take his cock again. Mathew held her head, one big black hand resting on top of her lovely blond hair. With his other hand he grabbed his cock, pulling it away from her yearning mouth.

"Wha chu want white girl? 

Claire looked momentarily puzzled. "Oh god, I just want to suck it."

"Suck what?"

"Your cock."

"Ya mean my big nigger cock?"

"Uh huh."

"Say it then girl."

She knew now. "Oh god, I want to suck your big black nigger cock."

I knew the way she said it, that she was getting even more turned on. I knew when she said that, she really meant it. 

Mathew then proceeded to slap his cock against her face. His cock was large enough that he could wrap his fingers around the base and have enough black meat to use as a club. Claire just moaned.

"Get on da bed. Spread yo legs, let's see if that white pussy ready for some black cock."

She obeyed. She lay on her back on the bed. She opened her legs and seductively spread her pussy lips open for his inspection. 

Mathew knelt on the bed between her legs, rather roughly forced her legs further apart. He looked at me as he pushed his middle finger into her. He did it slowly. She arched her back. 

"Um, um, nice and wet and tight." His finger worked slowly in and out of her cunt. He moved her slightly to make sure that I could see his finger fucking my wife. And I watched. My cock was hard and I began to stroke myself. Any anger or apprehension which I had had, was now gone. 

I saw him begin to use two fingers in her cunt. She winced a little when he went in but she kept rolling her hips to push against his fingers. His thumb was now rubbing her clit, which brought loud groans from her. She was reaching around towards him; her hand was searching for his cock. She finally twisted around enough so that she could grab his cock while he finger fucked her. I watched her little white hand wrap around the black shaft, stroking it, pulling on it. I watched his black hand working on her pale white pussy, two black fingers pushing in and out of her, spreading her pussy open as his fingers pulled out, the soft pink inner folds of her pussy contrasted against the rough black fingers.




Las Vegas Awakening



"Squeeze it baby. Ya like grabbing my black cock, don't ya? Dat lil white pussy getting nice an hot an wet?"

"Ohh shit, damn, oh, do it." 

He pulled his finger from her pussy, pushed her back onto her back and began slapping his cock against her pussy. "Wha chu want girl? 

"Oh god, fuck me."

"Fuck you? With what?"

"Oh god please. I want you to fuck me. I want your black cock."

Claire now was reaching between her legs, grabbing his cock, trying to pull it into her pussy. Mathew let go of his cock and smiled as he watched Claire guiding his cock to her pussy. As she rubbed the head against her pussy lips he pushed it in. Claire gasped as it entered her. "Oh! Yes! Get in me! Uhh, easy, it's too big"

Mathew pushed her legs up. He slapped her ass hard as he pushed into her. He buried the shaft all the way in her tight little cunt and held it there for a few seconds. Then he began to slowly fuck her. The large black cock was now riding slowly in and out of her white pussy. Claire brought her legs down to wrap around his ass. I could see her pussy lips spread around his cock, as he stroked out the lips pulled outward holding onto the dark shaft. On the inward stroke her pussy lips sort of rolled inward a little. I had moved closer, watching this, my heart pounding. 

Mathew bent his head to her small tits as he fucked her. Claire wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her. Then I saw black lips engulf my wife's pink nipple. I could see his yellow teeth grip her nipple and pull it outward. Claire just moaned loudly and ground her cunt into his cock.

"Oh jeezus, that feels so fucking big in me." She was panting. "Make it go deep in me. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Oh god, fuck me."

His pace increased. His black ass moving faster and faster with her white legs urging him on. I could see that she was trying to pull him deeper into her pussy. I could see the muscles on her legs tighten as she pulled his cock into her. I watched her lily white hips grind against the black pelvis.

"Ya gottit now girl. Ya got some nice black cock in ya. Work it baby. Talk to me."

"Ohh, yes. I feel it. Uh, uh, harder, please, yes."

"Little white girl likes black cock don't she? You a slut for black cock now missy. Tell me you a slut white bitch."

The fucking was feverish. 

"Oh shit yes, I'm a slut. I'm a slut for black cock. I am, I am."

"Tell me ya want it, ya want my juice don't ya. Ya wan cha lil white cunt full o black cum don't ya?"

"Yesss, yesss, do it, cum in me, I want it. Harder, harder."

"Take it bitch." He groaned and was cumming in her. He fucked her with slow deep strokes, shooting cum in her on each stroke. I could see the white goo begin to seep out of her cunt as he continued to fuck her.

"Ohh shit, oh yesss. I feel it, I feel your cum. I'm cumming. Don't stop. I'm cumming."

Claire was pulling Mathew into her with her arms and legs. I could see her squeezing him into her. Her hips were working feverishly, fucking him, trying to work his cock deep into her. 

Then she seemed to just collapse. Her arms flopped out to her side; her head dropped back onto the bed, her legs splayed outward onto the bed. Mathew pushed himself back up to a kneeling position. I watched the shiny black shaft pulling out of her pussy. Cum flowed out her pussy, dribbled down towards her ass hole. The streaks of white cum on his cock stood out against the blackness. 

He moved around to her head. His soft black shaft hung over face. She gazed at it, smiling. She stuck out her tongue and he rubbed the head of his cock on her tongue. She then took his cock in her hand and lovingly licked the length of the shaft, licked the cum and cunt juice from the soft cock. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and squeezed it forcing a few drops of liquid from the tip. Her tongue stretched to lick the last drops from the tip.

"Lil missy like that black cock don't she?"

"Uh huh"

"I thinks yo man like seein his lil white wife get fucked by black cock. Ya like watchin boy?

I didn't say anything. 

"Go give your boy a nice kiss, I think da cat got his tongue." He laughed a sort of wicked laugh.

Claire slid over and kissed me. I knew she had just sucked his cum off of his cock yet I gladly took her tongue into my mouth.

Mathew was pulling on his shorts and shirt. "Lil missy wanna meet a couple a my friends we can get together tomorrow night. They got nice big cocks too. Big and black." He laughed.

"We got to go tomorrow. This is our last night." Claire was obviously interested, there was a tone of regret in her voice.

"Well maybe next time. You come back, come see me. We'll get you a good party." He was moving to the door. 

Wham bam, thank you maam. I could tell that for Mathew, Claire was just another white chick hot for black cock. We had just become another white couple whose husband liked to watch the wife get used by a big black cock.

That was the beginning. Six months later, Claire had me take her back to Las Vegas. I know Mathew didn't recognize us but he was happy to fuck her again. For the next few years we would take a vacation about every six months, trying other cities. We learned where and how to meet black men for her to fuck. Finally we decided to move to one of the cities. She has a couple of regular men that fuck her. But she still likes to go out and meet new guys.

The End

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Las Vegas



Toni was in a full panic now keeping her eyes on her mother and I to make sure she could see what both of us were doing at all times. All it took was for one of us to walk into the living room and we would see Tim fucking her from behind Tim kept easing his cock in further a little at a time. He could tell by her tight cunt that she was afraid. He continued to hold her in this position finally getting nine to ten inches inside Toni’s cunt. Once he was in he took her by the hips and started a slow steady fucking motion that pulled his cock to within an inch of pulling out and then sliding forward to feel it hit up against her wombs entrance. Christ, the feeling was incredible. Tim kept this pace up for a good five minutes never changing speed. 

The feeling of Tim’s cock rubbing against her cervix was turning Toni on. Knowing she wasn’t just her husbands anymore, at least not for this week, she began to respond to Tim’s huge cock inside her. Her mind told her to enjoy it; you’re going to get fucked anyways. Toni gave into her thoughts and tilted her pelvis sticking her ass up for Tim to enjoy. She then began to meet his thrusts bringing her towards sweet release. She reached back between her legs and started playing with her clit. 

Toni hadn’t been fingering herself for more than a couple minutes when she felt her climax starting. She began to tighten and had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. Her legs felt as if they were going to give out at any time. She had lost track of watching her mom and I during her orgasm and only concentrated on her wonderful feeling going through her cunt. 

Still in an orgasmic induced state, Toni surprised Tim when she reached through her legs and took his balls in her hand. She started to caress them while gently milking them. The feeling was too much for Tim and with one final thrust he pushed as far as he could. He held Toni’s hips, with the tip of his cock pressing into her cervix, started to cum inside her. The combination of her tight wet cunt, her clothing, perfect body and now her caressing of his balls had him blowing stream after stream into Toni’s womb. She could feel him filling her up and pushed into his cock to keep the seal between them. Toni had let go of his balls by this time but was running one of her long red fingernails over the exposed shaft of his cock, teasing the remaining two inches not in her cunt. Tim began to realize that she was in control of the situation at that moment. 

She kept her fingernail in place as he pulled his cock out of her now well oiled cunt. The sensation was overpowering and he quickly moved back. Toni stood up and turned around to face him while leaning against the balcony rail. She felt a small trickle of cum oozing out of her but most of it was shot directly into her uterus. She looked so sexy standing there, when she started to walk over to Tim. She put her arms around his neck, planting a long, deep kiss nearly taking the breath out of Tim. She pressed her body against his and looked up at him with an evil little look. Tim was wondering, what was happening. 

Toni pressed her firm tits into his chest, while rubbing her stocking covered thigh against his still exposed cock. She lowered her leg while leaving her skirt raised causing Tim to feel his now hardening cock pressing against her pubic mound. Toni started grinding her hips against him bringing him back to full length and horney as hell. 

Toni reached down between them and took his cock in her hand. She started stroking it, rubbing the head with her hand to heighten the pleasure. She was still looking him in the eyes with that crooked little smile. She was totally in charge now and she knew it. Toni started moving her hand even faster, jacking him off. She kept using her long fingers to help build him towards a climax. Tim’s cock was now straining and he needed release worse than he had ever before. Toni could feel his cock swelling in her hand knowing she just about had him where she wanted him. She reached up with her free hand and lifted her sweater to show off her white sheer lace bra that he hadn’t seen yet. The sight of this was too much and his cock started jerking in Toni’s hand. 


Toni bent to her knees, taking Tim’s cock into her mouth. She didn’t have to suck because when Tim’s cock disappeared between her lips, he started to explode. Toni pushed forward allowing his cock to slip into her throat. She kept his cock down her throat as he emptied his balls into her stomach. Toni had taken a long breath before swallowing his shaft and was able to keep it down his entire orgasm. 

Tim was now totally confused. He was wondering where this aggressive little fuck machine had come from. Just last night and this morning she was doing everything she was told while fearing what would happen if she didn’t. Now she was giving him peep shows, hand jobs, and blow jobs without being told.

Toni stood up and while still holding his semi erect cock told Tim, it’s not when you want me anymore, it’s when I call you. She let go of his cock and lifted her skirt with her tits still showing through the bra. If you want anymore of this you will be there when I call or nod my head. 

Oh wait, you put it as when I wag my finger. You don’t come, you don’t get any.

Toni giggled and said put that thing away and join us for breakfast. She then started walking down the stairs to join Linda and me in the kitchen.