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Vegas Week

By: HalElle



Arrival

The flight was fine, Elle and I were able to upgrade to first class and so we had leg room, lunch, cocktails and no screaming children. 

The reason for the trip to Las Vegas twofold: Elle had a business convention for her work, and we both decided that a second honeymoon was in order. It had been ten years of a great marriage and it seemed like a good time to celebrate that... and have some fun; to play "our game", the game we play at some of the local hotel bars and clubs back in our home town. Oh, my name is Henry Loring, Elle is my wife.

At the moment I was alone, Elle had walked back to coach in order to speak (and take some beers) to her three co-workers in the back of the plane. I loved how she said it was so I could flirt with the No. 1 Flight attendant (who just happened to have a dazzling smile and a rear end like one of those dancers in a hip hop video). I had chatted with her for about 15 minutes, in both a friendly and just a little flirty manner, but too soon she got busy collecting trays after the meal, so I pulled out my laptop and got back to writing.

Elle will be 35 this year, a five foot, three inch, Scottish-Irish, redhead with the kind of body that comic book artists draw for super heroines. She's lightly tanned with a gorgeous face; bluish-green eyes; her muscular and sexy arms and legs, along with her rock hard abdomen and a curvy, yet tight butt are sights to behold. Yoga and weightlifting DO go together. 

Oh, I'm a 5'11" ex-high school and college wrestler, and Black. We are going to have some amazing looking children.

Anyway, for my last birthday, Elle had surprised the admitted tit man, by greeting me, naked and in high heels, as I walked in the door, directly from a three day golf trip with the boys, with a brand new pair of 34D breasts. I pounced on her in the doorway and didn't leave her alone, or those breasts, for a week. It's kind of funny, but as time went on I'm not really sure which of us the new breasts had more of an effect on. It almost seemed we were competing with each other to find different ways of teasing guys with them. Elle's collection of low tops; boy-sized white t-shirts; boy-sized button down shirts (usually worn with three or four buttons undone); halters tops grew large enough to warrant their own closet.

A couple of months later, on a cool autumn evening she came home, walked into the kitchen where I was feeding the dog and demanded I make her a martini. I said "Of course," I replied as I put the dog's bowl down on his mat. As I turned around I saw that she was dressed more for a Saturday night than a mid-week workday. For work, she usually preferred floral or patterned wrap dresses or tailored slacks with modest, business heels. Today she was wearing a fitted grey blouse; a tight, narrow, high-waisted black skirt that came just to her knees and black five inch high heel pumps. 

Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" ran through my head, I walked past her to get the vodka out of the freezer and three blue cheese olives for garnish. I asked her how her day went, assuming that someone had given her a hard time, thus requiring a cocktail as soon as she got home. Elle likes her martinis a little dirty...I poured the contents in to an oversized martini glass, plopped the stick with the olives inside and turned to her. She looked at me sternly and said: "I hope you're happy, now..." and reaching up with both hands, began to slowly unbutton her shirt and pulling it open so that I could see the slightly swollen nipple of her right breast which was now pierced by a small platinum ring. Wow....

After the piercing, things just started to get more intense, wilder. I'm sure it wasn't just the ring, but it was certainly one of the reasons. Elle's confidence regarding everything grew. She was more take charge at work, more outgoing and adventurous in learning new sports and activities and the frequency and quality of our sex grew exponentially. She felt sexier, and therefore she became sexier. 

We started to go out more often, sometimes just meeting for a cocktail on the way home. The woman who worked out everyday even met up with me once in a while when I went out on a boys' night out. Even more fun was that where we had previously played our game once every few months, we were now playing it every month. 

Well, I suppose I should explain what "our game" is... Our game is a kind of catch and release human fishing game and Elle is the bait. Elle and I enter a large bar separately (I usually enter first) and I find an inconspicuous place, but one from where I can see her enter, easily. Then she comes in and walks around. Her excuse, when she inevitably gets offered a drink by some guy or guys is that she's waiting for a friend. 

I enjoy seeing guys fall all over themselves trying to attract her attention and keep it. It gets Elle's motor running as well. And over the last year she's come to enjoy showing of her hard earned body. The whole thing actually began accidentally one evening when she was out with her sisters who were in town visiting her but got tired after bar hopping a few places and decided to return to their hotel and husband and boyfriend. 

Elle had this incredibly hot outfit on that she had bought while they were out shopping. (We call it the Tiger Outfit) It started with a short sleeved dark brown, top with long, narrow, horizontal cut outs, kind of like parallel knife slashes through the front center and back center, below this were low-rise, tight brown and beige jeans over platform heels. Perhaps it sounds weird describing it, but it looked great in reality. 

I'm in a bar with some buddies as well as the husband and boyfriend of the sisters, playing pool and drinking beer. Elle calls me from this bar I've never been to and asks me to join her. I told all the guys they were on their own and jumped in a cab and shot across downtown. As I walked in the bar I didn't see her. It was a long, narrow bar filled with the beautiful people. I walked the length of the bar and passed her at least twice before I found her surrounded by four Asian guys. 

She had seen me the whole time but stood there against the bar, inside their half circle, waiting to see how long it would take me to notice her. I ordered a beer from a passing waitress and stood against the opposite wall from Elle until the waitress returned. I stood and watched for a while as each of the guys was trying to impress her about some movie or gadget or something. 

Elle listened, and nodded and smiled while looking at me every couple of minutes. Halfway through my beer I sauntered over to the group and said: "Hi, honey!" One of the guys standing directly next to her leaned in closer and said, protectively: 

"Do you know this guy?" 

Elle replied, "Oh the big Black guy? Yeah he's my husband; you should probably let him through..." 

I stood at the outside of the circle; basically ignoring them, chatting casually with her while the six guys said nothing but kept refilling her martini glass. After the third martini, at least since I had been there, I suggested we call it a night. The funniest thing of the night was when the shortest and skinniest guy asked for her number as we were leaving. 

I flagged a cab and as soon as we climbed in Elle started kissing my neck and her hand slid down and began rubbing my balls through my jeans. I tried to be cool but the ride took about a half an hour (even though it should have taken half that time) and by the time we pulled on to our street a few doors from our townhouse her top was up over her breasts and I was licking and biting one breast then the next while massaging Elle's crotch through her jeans. In the meantime my wife had gotten my jeans open and had been jacking off my cock. 

As the cab stopped, Elle opened the door and got out. I struggled to get a rock hard penis back in my pants and zipped up. The happiest cab driver in the world got paid. Meanwhile my Elle was standing outside the cab staring at me, I suggested she might want to pull her shirt down which was still over up over her breasts. She reached up and instead of pulling it down; she whipped it off over her head and threw it at me. 

She turned casually and walked up to the door and pulled her door key out of a pocket in those skin tight pants. She turned around in the doorway and started unzipping the jeans. I followed her into the house. Elle walked into the family room and removed the rest of her clothes and sat down on the couch. I knelt between her legs and licked at her navel. She groaned and pushed my head lower; I happily complied and licked her shaven pussy. 

I flicked my tongue at her swollen clit and she growled. I slid my tongue inside of her. I pushed two fingers inside of her and went back to playing with her clit with my mouth. Elle twisted her nipples and talked dirty to me. "Take your dick out, I want to see it..." she whispered. I took my dick out with one hand as I continued with the other hand and my mouth between her legs. She pushed my head away and put her own hands between her legs. "I want to watch you jack yourself off..." she said. I smiled, sat back and started stroking myself. 

Elle was playing with herself, eyes half open but staring at my cock. "Spit on it. Spit on my dick...." I spit on the head of my cock and spread it over the crown. I spit on my hand and continued stroking. Elle was watching intently and I was so worked up from the cab and watching her flirt at the bar that I was very close to cumming. I felt it building...and then Elle had a huge orgasm. She continued to look at me stroke myself while she came...as her shuddering calmed down and she slid off the couch on to the rug, never taking her eyes off of me. 

She knelt in front of me, breathing heavily as I continued stroking. She leaned over and spit on my cock. "I want you to come for me." She said so softly. I came, cum pouring out of me rolling over my hand. Elle leaned over and kissed me softly and whispered, "You might want to clean up before you take the dog out...." She then stood up and padded out of the room.

So I tried it again, a couple of weeks later. Different bar: bigger, darker and one where no one knew us. At the entrance I stopped her, told her she had 45 minutes, she had to get a guy to buy her a drink and give her his phone number. She looked at me and said she can get that in five minutes. I told her I knew that, but I wanted her to flirt, have fun. She looked at me, not saying anything for a few moments, and then she half smiled, rolled her eyes at me, said "If it makes you happy," and with a toss of her red hair, she walked away from me. 

I watched her walk away wearing that tight, blue dress from BeBe that just barely covered her ass and was cut low enough that most of the top of her tanned breasts were on display, not to mention that it looked like it was painted on her. It was the first time she had worn it, since she bought it, and neither the material, nor the length allowed underwear. She wore the blue five inch pumps, just for me.

The bar, Egypt, had three floors; the street level entrance had live jazz, and a very talented quartet was playing some smooth music, so I found a space near the band, leaning against a column, it was crowded and I wondered if I'd find a waitress or waiter. Almost immediately, on my left appeared a tall, model-thin, raven haired, very hot looking waitress with a thick Eastern European accent who asked me if I needed anything. 

I ordered a bottle of American beer and asked her about the place and she told me that upstairs was a lounge with low volume music that people could sit and talk to each other in big comfy leather seats and chairs; while the basement was very different, it was called the catacombs...a dark maze of passageways and semi-private rooms with a large dance floor in the middle. People could dance, hang out in the little rooms and alcoves, wander the passageways or hang out at the bar. 

I like jazz, so I hung out on the first floor for a while, and after the first round, I ordered a shot of tequila and asked the waitress, Camilla, if she wanted to join me. She winked at me, said maybe later and walked away; the outfit was cute, black cowboy boots, and a black little school girl skirt so short on legs that long that it was a sin. I assumed that the sunglasses on the top of her head were a style choice. 

Every man in the place probably wondered how she could wear any panties under it. A black vest displayed just enough cleavage of her decent-sized breasts.

After about 20 minutes I got concerned that Elle might be standing in one of the other rooms, fuming because she thought this was a stupid game. I tipped Camilla and told her I might be back and went upstairs. A long, narrow staircase led into wide hallway flanked by bathrooms that opened up into a gorgeous room that could probably hold maybe two hundred but right now only about forty or so people were here, sitting in little clusters talking, laughing and drinking. No Elle. 

I turned to walk back to the stairs and Camilla, in that little skirt and vest was standing behind me with a fresh beer. "She probably went downstairs," she whispered. She took a sip from my bottle and said. "Come with me!" I took a swig of beer and followed her...Camilla was growing on me.

She showed me an elevator back behind the stairwell that I hadn't noticed when I first came upstairs and we took it down to the basement area. If the first floor was a dim, smoky, live music place; and the top floor was a well-lit, if cozy, quiet living room, the Catacombs were an assault to the senses. Since the room was pitch-dark, after stepping off the elevator with the bright harsh single light bulb in it, you couldn't see anything. Then the dance music was playing at an ear blasting level. 

I couldn't see anything or hear anything at first, but I could feel bodies bumping into me from every angle. Lips pressed against my ear spoke to me in that sexy Romanian (I found out later she was from Romania and was here in college and doing some modeling) accent that I should hold her hand until I could see. All of a sudden I understood why she and all the waitresses had sunglasses on their forehead, as soon as we got in the elevator; she had pulled hers down, over her eyes. 

When we got off, her eyes adjusted to the darkness faster than mine and from the bumping I was receiving, a lot of other people as well. Fortunately, by the time we made it past the initial crowd at the bathroom doors I could begin to see, somewhat. Camilla took me on basically a tour around the entire place. Except for the DJ's booth, the two bars and the EXIT signs, there was no other light. 

I would have been completely lost; passageways intersected or sometimes just ended. One of the passageways was, in fact a ramp that led down to an even lower level that contained a smaller room with two pool tables and a small bar. I was beginning to wonder which corner Elle might be in and with whom. I had some interesting thoughts about what might be happening. 

"Not here," Camilla loudly whispered, and I then asked her how she knew I had come with someone. She smiled and pressing her lips up against my ear again, said she had seen us come in; I just was the type of guy she liked: big, strong and dark. She said she noticed that I sent the woman I came in with, away and the woman did not go to the ladies room. She smiled and pulled me back up the ramp. 

We searched the entire level and then went to the first floor where the jazz was playing. Camilla told me not to be worried about my lady, we would find her. I told her I wasn't worried; I didn't tell her that actually I was getting pretty interested in what might be going on. 

We went back upstairs to the—I now call it the Living Room and there across the big room was Elle, leaning against the wall near the front window, flanked by two, tall, slim, pretty-boy types, not normally her types. They were both leaning in and talking to her closely, the blonde spiky haired one was gesturing and pointing to, and eventually touching her nipple ring that showed through the skintight dress and whispering to her something that she smiled at. 

Once he got his fingers on the ring and her nipple, he didn't take it away. Elle was listening to whatever he was saying until she was distracted by the other pretty-boy who looked almost identical, but with black spiky hair, who said something in her other ear. He was now tracing his fingers over that perfectly flat stomach that felt rock hard to the touch (I know) from the hundreds of crunches a day Elle does religiously. 

Camilla pulled me over to a spot diagonally opposite across the room from the three of them and leaning into me said she would be back. She took a non-direct route around the room and casually arrived at their side and took drink orders. I enjoyed watching her walk toward the bar like a supermodel on the catwalk...I wasn't the only one as several other men and women, stopped her to get orders as well. There was another waitress in the room, cute, but not in Camilla's league. All in all it took about 10 minutes for her to actually get to the bar. 

In the meantime things were heating up across the room. Blonde spiky was still tracing his fingers around the nipple ring and continuing to do all of the talking. I couldn't hear from across the room, but Elle's eyes were closed, she had that smile on her lips that said she was enjoying the attention, but I could make out that she was softly, slowly shaking her head and it looked like she was mouthing the word no, over and over, but she continued to smile. 

Meanwhile, dark haired Spiky was sliding his hand up and down Elle's arm and trying to get her attention...not succeeding he tried a different approach. He moved his hand and reached in and took what I knew to be the blue cheese olives out of my wife's martini. That got Elle's attention; she loves all things cheese. She tried to move her right arm to take the two olives on the little swizzle stick back but her arm was blocked by Blonde spiky's fingers that were playing with her nipple and ring. 

Of course her left hand was holding the martini. She was trapped, and I was very interested in what she was going to do next. Dark haired Spiky had eaten one and was pulling the second into his mouth when Elle put her mouth against his and it looked as though she was trying to suck the second out. 

She was across the room, but I could still tell that they were fighting for the olive. Blonde Spiky was forced to let go of Elle's breast as she turned and pushed her body against Dark Spiky. Most of the martini was spilled. Finally, their lips broke apart and I could see her chewing. She turned back to him and gave him that sexy "I won!" look of hers. 

Dark Spiky slipped his arm around Elle's back and side and pulled her back into him and placed his mouth against hers, it was obvious that they were no longer fighting over olives, they were kissing. Blonde Spiky, like me, watched this passionate kissing between his buddy and my wife for a while and then leaned in and turned her chin from his lookalike's lips to his. Elle turned her head to him and paused for a moment then began kissing him as she had been kissing the other. 

For several minutes the two of them took turns kissing her and she was pretty much hidden from me between their two bodies. I was surprised at how much I was enjoying the show. Fortunately only a couple of people in the room were at an angle to see what was going on over by the window and only one of them a lone guy standing near the window seemed to have noticed the threesome, but it wouldn't take long before the three of them were going to get noticed by everyone in the room...at that moment, the magical Camilla appeared, walking up to them along with a bar back. 


Vegas Week



The bar back had a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and a little stand. Camilla took Elle's now empty martini glass. The pretty-boys reluctantly let go of Elle who took a big swig of her fresh martini. While the champagne was being opened, Elle excused herself and walked across the room toward the ladies room; of course that took her on a direct route, toward me, as I was standing about five feet from the hallway leading to the elevator and bathrooms. 

A couple of guys near her pathway said hello to her as she passed, she ignored them all as she walked toward me, as she passed me she purred: "As long as it makes you happy" and kept walking, without turning her head to me..

I turned my head watching her go by and then that sexy accent was in my ear again. "The pretty-boys" are planning to take her with them." I smiled that Camilla had thought of them the same way I had. 

"I don't think so, "I replied, smiling at her.

"Shots?" she purred.

"Why not..." I said, Camilla kissed me on the cheek and walked over to serve some folks who were trying to get her attention, and there went those mile long legs away from me again. Then I heard steps behind me and Elle was walking back...I said without looking, "Your 45 minutes are up" and she stopped next to me, never turning to me and continuing to look ahead toward her Spiky boys across the room and said, 

"Too bad, I was having fun, and it seems like you were, too." She smiled, turned and looked in the direction of Camilla and then walked on.

My new drinking partner, after dealing with a few customers returned to me with a fresh beer and two shots of tequila. We each downed our shots and Camilla said: "You are enjoying this," she said with a hint of surprise in her voice. 

"Yeah, I like watching my wife, especially when she feels confident and sexy about herself." Camilla smiled, leaned against me took a sip of my beer and said she would be back. I checked my watch and realized that rather than 45 minutes, Elle had been on her own or at least apart from me for almost an hour and a half. 

Camilla came back in about another 15 minutes with two more shots (I could adopt this girl) and a fresh beer for me. While she was serving others she had checked on Elle and her party. Camilla told me that the "pretty-boys" were trying to get Elle to leave with them, but she took their numbers into her phone and promised to call them this week. She told them she was going to check for her friend downstairs one more time. 

As Camilla told me this, I looked over and saw Blonde spiky breaking away from a kiss with Elle and the other moved in for his kiss. They were good kisses, not as long as their previous show, but Elle decided to put on a little show. As she kissed Dark Spiky her right hand reached back and squeezed Blonde Spiky's cock through his pants, and I knew it was a strong squeeze because he rose up on his toes for a moment. I assumed she had done the same to Dark's cock when she kissed the blonde's while I was doing shots with Camilla. 

As she stepped forward, they both took held one of her arms and leaned in to whisper to her. She paused, she looked like she was considering what they said and my heart beat faster. 

After what seemed like minutes but was probably a couple of seconds, she softly pushed them back and shaking her head to herself, she walked back across the room, halfway between them and where I was standing, she stopped and turned back to look at the pretty boys, and then she continued toward the stairs, which were just past where Camilla was standing against the wall, slightly behind my right shoulder. She never looked at us but whispered, as she passed; "I'll be downstairs, when you two are finished playing, but you better hurry, I had a pretty good offer..." 

Camilla whispered... "Please come back, I had much fun tonight!" I promised I would... I followed Elle down the stairs. On the first level she was leaning against a column and said she needed to fuck someone now and she would prefer it be me. 

I thought fine and took her by the hand. Instead of heading to the door, I led her to the stairs and we walked down to the Catacombs. I stopped for a minute trying to let my eyes adjust. Elle whispered in my ear that she thought we were going to fuck. "We are." I replied. 

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, another voice whispered in my other ear: "I had a feeling," Camilla, again like magic appeared at my side.

"I need a private spot." I said loud enough to be heard over the noise. Camilla took Elle's hand and walked into the Catacombs. I followed down a passageway and around a corner. A set of empty rooms were in front of us. Camilla walked into the very last one and when I entered, she extended one of those velvet ropes like they have outside at bars across the doorway. The opposite wall from the doorway had a large window looking out onto the dance floor. People on the dance floor were about five feet below the floor of the room we were in. 

I walked over to Elle and pulled her into my arms. I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed her against a side wall. My hands slid down her arms to her hips and I pulled her dress up to her waist. Elle for her part attacked the zipper of my pants; she reached in and pulled my cock out of my briefs. I stepped back and pulled her with me to the window; I pushed her against the window and slid behind her. As she faced out into the main room I slid my very hard cock up into her. She was incredibly wet and moaned as I filled her. 

She reached up and back with her left arm and pulled my head against her. I whispered that I loved her, but she couldn't hear me. It took a few minutes but once we figured out our rhythm we started we started fucking each other very hard and very fast. It was not one of our slow, Sunday morning fucks. This was hot, quick and intense. Elle began to come with a groan, a long, slow groan. I stopped thrusting and held her as she came down from her orgasm. 

I slid out of her slowly and she turned around to face me. She looked into my eyes, and then over my shoulder. I turned and Camilla stood in the doorway with a tray holding a martini, a beer and what I guessed was two shots of tequila.... Elle and I played our game at Egypt all winter long, and Camilla was an excellent wingman for both of us.

The fasten seatbelt light came on and the No.1 flight attendant (with the amazing ass) stood next to me as she asked for the passengers to return to their seats and prepare for landing, she handed me another scotch and an extra paper napkin with writing on it. It was a phone number, probably a cell phone with an Atlanta area code, and said "Staying at Mandalay Bay for 36 hours, Denise." 

I looked up and saw that she was still going through her passenger spiel, but was smiling and staring down at me. I smiled back and she winked at me and then looked back up at the rest of the plane. She backed up toward the cockpit and let my missing long wife come in and sit down in the window seat, next to me. 

She had what appeared to be a martini in a clear plastic coach cup. She was dressed in that casual way that I love: a man's white dress shirt (actually a boy's size) with wonderfully tight jeans on and some black 4 inch pumps. A couple of things were different than when she left, over an hour ago. When she had left, she only had one button undone. Now four were unbuttoned, and that allowed me to see that her bra had gone missing as well. 

"Wow, nice view" I said smiling. 

"Oh, Millie was telling Chase that I had a nipple ring, and well he was dying to see it."

"I see..." I replied, with that tone of voice that was teasing and waiting for the rest of the story.

"What's that?" She asked, looking at the napkin in my lap.

"Finish what you were telling me, first, Mrs. Loring!"

"The flight attendant?" she asked smiling, "Well now at least you'll have something to do while I'm at conference meetings," Leaning over to whisper in my ear, "Are you going to finally fuck this one, or will you chicken out again?", her tongue softly swiped my earlobe. "If I'm supposed to play with a boy on this trip, I want you to play with a girl..."

"I thought you were going to pick a stranger, not Chase" I replied. 

Chase was Elle's boss. A really nice guy, successful, my age 45, about 5'5", in fairly good shape, divorced. He occasionally asked some woman out, they were all nice and bland, and they rarely made a second date. I actually liked the guy and had played golf with him a couple of times and taken him out for beers a couple of times. He was always amazed at the fact that when he joined my buddies and me, we had no fear in speaking to a beautiful woman when we were out playing pool or golf or just having a cocktail. We were all married and all of us, except for Paul, went happily home to our wives at the end of several drinks. 

One night, not long after Elle got her breast implants, he and I were playing pool at a local dive bar, when after a few shots and beers, Chase turned to me and said, "Henry, you're the luckiest man in the world, you get to go home to Elle, every night. I'd do anything for one night, in bed, with her" He immediately turned red and started to apologize, I laughed and said don't worry about it. He needed a mercy fuck, badly.

"Oh, it's nothing really, Millie kept describing it and I said I'd take my bra off so he could see it under my shirt. I just walked back to the bathroom and took my bra off and walked back and I did let him see it through my shirt." Elle laughed softly. "Are you mad at me? I know we don't tease people we know, but I took those beers back to them like you suggested, and Millie then bought me a couple of those vodka bottles and...well you know me and vodka. By the way, Millie was the one who unbuttoned a couple of buttons and peeled back my shirt, so Chase could see the ring...sorry" 

"It's okay..." I whispered knowing that Millie was always the trouble maker. She was wicked cute, short, barely 5 feet, wonderfully curly black hair that fell below her shoulders, a flat stomach (from working out with Elle) and a plump little butt and 34EE breasts, what my buddy, Paul, called a pocket-sized sex toy. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts at occasions when Elle's friends and my friends were at the same places he had bombed out with Millie every single time. 

This was the same woman who would tell the dirtiest jokes and use the nastiest language and then tell him and everyone else all of the really bad things she liked to do in bed, but he got nothing. We all assumed it was because he was married. But Millie was the trouble starter and was always trying to get Elle to show her nipple ring. "You know, maybe Millie needs to get her own piercing this trip, you should take her somewhere and get her nipple pierced" I suggested to my sexy bride.

"Hmm, I could do that the day after tomorrow, when we have the afternoon off. Oh, did I tell you that tomorrow night I'm going to stay in Millie's room because the morning "session the next day starts really early?" Elle asked.

"Yes, you did, wonderful;" I smiled and kissed her on the lips. Her conference was being held at the MGM Grand, but Caesar's Palace was my place to stay in Vegas. "By the way, where is your bra?"

"Millie put it in her purse for me... so tomorrow you're on your own, you can go see strippers or your new friend Denise," she cooed... "I so want to fuck you right now!" she quietly growled into my ear and squeezed my crotch while winking at Denise, the flight attendant who was sitting in her jump seat staring at us both. Denise winked back.

We finally landed; Elle and I were in the bulkhead so we were the first two off the plane, but not before I leaned over and told Denise that I looked forward to seeing her again, soon. At baggage claim, Millie, Chase and Susan caught up to us. Susan was a just a plain old fashioned sweetheart; Elle said I had a schoolboy crush on her. She was right. Susan was 41, 5'8" with a deep Greek, tanned, lean runner's body. She had gotten implants from the same doctor Elle had, only C's in her case, and actually it was Susan who had recommended her doctor to Elle. 

In fact Susan got the implants to keep her jerk of an ex-husband interested in her. It didn't work. She was divorced; her husband left her for a 22 year old airhead, and also left Susan with two kids, a 16 year old daughter, Jackie who was growing into just as beautiful and sweet a person as her mother and a 19 year old son, Jesse, who was in his first year of college. Jesse was physically as close to a Greek god as anyone who lived on this planet. In fact all three of them were. They were perfect physical specimens; but all three, also wonderfully shy and sweet people. 

Jesse played golf with our group whenever he was in town. He was linebacker on the freshman football team, and his mother doted on him. Elle constantly teased me that I did more around Susan's house than I did around ours. Not true but, yeah, I had a schoolboy crush on Susan. 

"Hi H," Susan drawled, in that sweet Southern accent, originally from the South, this Greek goddess had moved here with her then husband and stayed, after he left her the house and the station wagon.

"Hi Susan, is Jackie going to be alright for the week?"

"Yes, Jesse's coming home early to keep her company, thank you for asking." Susan responded sweetly.

"Henry! Where are we all going out tonight?" Millie yelled, bringing up the rear. Chase waved at me and walked up to stand by and talk to Elle, as well as look down her shirt. I was beginning to think of asking Elle to give him that mercy fuck...of all the things we had thought about her doing that involved the act of sex that was one thing I didn't really want to watch. The bags came, Chase, Millie and Susan piled into one cab headed for the MGM Grand and Elle and I piled into another one headed for Caesars.

I had decided to surprise Elle with a suite. We were going to be there the better part of a week, so why not spoil ourselves? It turned out that I was the one that was surprised that we were given an upgrade on top of my upgrade request. We were given a two bedroom suite/apartment that included a kitchen and three full baths. One bath had a Jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool. 

I was waiting for Elle to say something, but as soon as I got the bellman out of the room and shut the door she walked up and kissed me. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt and she pulled it off. I started to unbutton a fifth button on her shirt when she slapped my hands away. She unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my jeans. She stepped back and told me to take my boots off. I did. She then returned to undressing me, the jeans, then the briefs, then my socks. I was naked. She stopped, stood up and told me to make her a drink. I made her a drink. 

As I walked back from the kitchen I saw that she was still dressed, she took the vodka over ice and took a nice big sip. 

"I am going to do what we planned...I am going to fuck another guy, here in Vegas...but first...first, I want this."

She knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She looked at it as though she was studying it and then slowly looked up at me while licking the head at the same time. She slowly licked around the crown...I began to grow; she began a low guttural moan that made me even harder. Then she did that thing I love, she licked the slit at the end of my cock. Now she sucked me in, slowly, so slowly, almost all the way down to the base of my cock. She moved so slowly, so softly, and then she stopped and released my cock. I was now fully erect. 

She looked up at me, "I am going to fuck a man, and you are going to fuck a woman" she stuck two fingers in her mouth and got them wet, "I want to watch you fuck her...whoever she is...I want to watch her suck my dick...I want to watch her take my dick in her pussy...take my dick in her ass...are you going to do that for me?" as she purred those last words she stuck first one finger and then another in to my ass. 

She knew me of course, after ten years of marriage; she knew I loved ass play. I loved playing with and fucking her in her ass, I loved her playing with and fucking my ass. She took my now steel hard cock in her mouth without needing to hold it. She was working different parts of my body. Now three fingers were driving into my ass, she was really deep throating my cock. 

The pressure in my ass was sweetened by the wonderful wetness and tightness of her mouth and then she stopped, she didn't move for a moment, she looked up at me with a look I had never seen, she seemed to be thinking about something, she seemed to be making a decision about something...I saw, in her eyes, her make the decision...that beautiful face changed, and I don't think anyone else would have seen it. 

She stared at my cock while casually stroking it and smiled that little smirk smile at it and then looked up at me again and whispered, "Be careful what you ask for, little boy," she whispered as she slowly moved her eyes back down to my cock that was so hard it was almost painful. 

She spit on my cock again...Elle closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then, literally, swallowed my cock. I could feel myself enter her throat...she stopped; those eyes looked up at me... and then after, I don't know, it seemed like minutes although looking back I realize it couldn't have been, she pulled back from me even more slowly until my cock was all the way out of her mouth. That was amazing; she stared at me the entire time, she coughed and was breathing very hard for a moment, as her breathing relaxed she spit on my cock, never looking away from me and slowly repeated the entire process. 

She repeated this cycle until she was able to get a rhythm. Once she became comfortable with what she was doing, she began to fuck my ass with the three fingers again, while bracing herself by holding onto by my leg. I whispered, "I want to fuck you"; she just continued to looked up at me and kept swallowing, stopping, pulling away, spitting, repeat; oh and the finger fucking...I came so hard, into her throat; I would have fallen had she not been holding me so tightly as she sucked the remaining cum out of me....

Slowly she pulled back from my cock and then she stood up. She put her arm around my neck and pulled herself against me, pressing her mouth against mine, and while most of my come had gone directly down her throat, a small amount was still in her mouth, which she pushed into mine with her tongue. That was new. We like kissing each other, we kiss each other well, and this was one of those kisses. She relaxed her arm and stepped back silently announcing that she was done, she licked her lips... her eyes studied me, then a small smile, another decision had been made. 

She stepped around me, her hand sliding down to brush my cock, to the little table behind us, and pulled a small brush out of her handbag that was on the table. She casually brushed her hair. I had turned around and looked over her shoulder while she replaced her lipstick. Casually picking up the rest of the drink, I had made her, she swallowed, turned around and side-stepped me. In passing, she brushed my cock again and said, "I'm going down to the Forum Shops, to buy some slut clothes, you should pick a place for dinner." 

"Wait," I said, still breathing hard, "I want to fuck you!"

She stopped, leaned in close, her eyes dropped to my limp cock and whispered looking back up into my eyes..."Can you?" she then turned and casually walked toward the door. 

"You're topping me? You've finally decided to take control," I said. 

"It's your turn...it's my week..." she said, she opened the door wide as she walked out into the hallway. Our suite was at the end of a long hallway. I didn't have to have her turn around to know she had probably had that "I won!" look on her face. She left the door wide open. Two doors down, a maid looked up from her cart as Elle walked towards her. 




Vegas Week



"Would you take my husband a towel, please" and kept walking as I stood there naked, spent. The maid looked from Elle toward our door, grabbed a hand towel and walked down the hall into our suite. She silently handed me the towel, took a nice long look at my now re-hardening cock and then turned and left, shutting the door behind her. And we had been in Las Vegas less than an hour.

I took a long shower which included jacking off while re-living the scene from earlier, then I checked email, and finally called the Concierge for recommendations for dinner. Then I thought what the hell? I texted the number that Denise the flight attendant had given me: 

Hi, Henry Loring from the flight today. What are you doing for lunch tomorrow? 

Hi, yourself, laying by the pool, unless you have a better idea 

How about I take you to lunch and then we'll decide about lying by the pool or something else?

Come on over, around 1:00 tomorrow. Are you bringing your girlfriend? Hahaha

No, she has a conference; I'm all yours, H

Oh, you better believe you are. D

Okay, Elle told me to step up to the plate, I had. I glanced at the clock, wow; it was now 6:00pm, Vegas time. I called Elle's cellphone. She answered on the 4th ring and said, "Come downstairs...I met some people and you should join us. I'm at that cigar bar you like so much, I'm smoking one right now!"

Wow, I thought, she's wasting no time on adventures...I'd better get down there quickly. I threw on some black slacks and a grey dress shirt and headed down. That same maid was working on the rooms at the other end of the hallway; she just smiled at me as I passed.

It takes a while in any Vegas hotel to get to the elevator on your floor, and then once you get to the main floor, you have to make your way across a massive casino floor to get anywhere, but Caesars' is huge. It literally took me 20 minutes to get to the Forum shops and another 10 minutes to get to the Cigar Bar. Considering that it took me about 15 minutes to get dressed... it was a while before I showed up.

Elle was sitting at a table just outside the cigar bar. She was sitting with four other people, three men and one woman. Here's how Elle later described the meeting with the four:

Elle's Story

So I walked down to the Forum to buy some hot, slutty clothes, to wear for you around Vegas and after buying a few things I ended up in this one shop; I tried on this dress; you'll love it when I model it for you. As I came out of the dressing room the three guys were standing there, they were buddies in Vegas for a bachelor party, Dom, Michael and Vincent.

Dom was the groom to be, 6 foot, muscled, balding on top, late 30's, definitely the alpha male; Michael was Dom's baby brother, 29-30ish, 6'2" built like the construction worker he said he was; and Vincent, Dom's best friend who was 5'10' obviously a former jock with now a little bit extra covering the muscles. Dom was hairy; if he were a gay man they would have called him a bear. All three guys started clapping for me when I came out wearing this dress. 

They told me how good I looked and asked who was lucky enough to be my man. I told them that you were upstairs and you were going to meet me in about an hour or so for dinner. Then this woman came out of the second dressing room with platinum blonde hair, 5'3"without the 5 inch heels she was wearing. I loved the dress she had on, what there was of it...her name was Luna and she was the bride to be. 

She was built similar to me, fit, yet feminine and beautiful. We could have been sisters except for the hair color and Luna's tan which was much darker than mine. (Elle could tan, a little, but her Scottish-Irish skin couldn't take the sun to the extent that Luna's, or the men with her, could.)

I decided, then and there, that unless Michael was gay I was going to fuck him. He was just the type I liked... short hair, big, powerful looking. He was almost too pretty, which is not a turn on for me, usually, but he was kind of dumb...I like that in my big men. (She then smiled and whispered to me that I was the exception to the dumb rule.)

Elle said she and Luna bought the dresses they were wearing and the ones the other woman wore, as well. They then invited Elle to join them for a drink. Elle said she had to go to the Cigar bar and pick out a cigar for me so I could smoke it during the round of golf I was going to play, later this week, at the Wynn. Hearing about a cigar bar at Caesar's the foursome asked if they could come along. Elle said sure.

"Honey this is Dom, Michael, Vincent and Luna! Guys, and Gal, this is my husband Henry." Elle, stood up, slightly wobbly, I assume from the huge martini at her seat. She kissed me, a short kiss but a good one, and then whispered in my ear, "I want Michael...can I have him daddy?" 

Daddy is the name I get called when Elle is on fire. I smiled, looked into her eyes and whispered, "Why not?" She stopped smiling and gave me that new, I'm thinking something through look again, and then click! She was back in form, "Dom! Henry likes scotch too, single malt." Dom said "Great" and pulled a chair out for me. Elle looked up at me and I guided her back to the table she was sharing with Michael and Vincent, and I plopped down at the table Dom and Luna were at. 

Dom was great to talk with, he was bright, witty and a man's man. Elle leaned over and said at one point, "I knew you guys would like each other!" she was right, I liked all of them, I invited Dom to play golf later in the week if as he was staying the whole week. Michael was staying through tomorrow night and Vincent was leaving tomorrow afternoon. Luna was staying with her fiancé. Vincent was hilarious, telling stories about their growing up in Queens. Luna was quiet, sweet and definitely in love with her man. It was nice to see. 

Michael was nice, not too bright, but I liked him, even though he sat there stealing glances at what Elle was wearing, or not wearing, so to speak. It was a dark blue suede dress. It was short, about mid-thigh but had no sides. There were ties, like on bikinis on both sides, below the breasts and at the hips. In essence, it was a sideless poncho that you could tie together. This was definitely a go without underwear outfit. Of course with Elle's enhanced chest, she was showing a LOT of side cleavage. Trust me, I had no complaints.

Luna was wearing almost the exact same dress, in red. Her chest looked nearly the same size as Elle's....

Dom and Luna were going to see the newest Cirque de Soleil show, Michael and Vincent were going to the Playboy Club at the Palms and Elle and I needed to get going for our reservations and Wolfgang Puck's newest Vegas restaurant.

I exchanged cell phone numbers with each of the guys, Luna and Elle exchanged numbers and we split up.

Dinner was great, Elle had a wonderful time...Ms. Fitness even had part of a slice of my cheesecake although she promised to work it off in the morning. I told her she should sleep in, as her first session at the conference wasn't until 1:00 tomorrow. 

Elle caught me on my cell phone when she came back from the ladies room, "No emails after 5:00! You promised!" she said half sternly.

"I'm just sending a text, to someone." I said.

"Flight attendant?" She asked with a big smile.

"Let's say that I'm stepping up..." I smirked. Elle, who had been standing next to my chair, leaned over and kissed me. As she stood I noticed that the act of bending over had caused her side cleavage, as I like to call it, to become full exposure of her breasts. I noticed that the man at the table to the right of where she was standing was getting a great view of her right breast and nipple ring. 

Elle came and sat down, and looking me squarely in the eyes said: "Okay, Mr. Loring, I need some serious fucking...are you going to make that happen?"

"The bill is paid," I stood up, "Let's get to the sex part of this evening's entertainment." I let Elle pass in front of me and I enjoyed the view of the back of that dress, flapping up as she really worked that walk out of the restaurant. 

At one point she stopped and twirled around to wink at me, causing the back to flip up and expose her right buttock. I thought to myself that tonight was going to be good....

As we got out of the cab we were both hit by the still steamy heat; we walked through the lobby and took the elevator to our floor. As we walked to the room, Elle began to undress the ties holding her dress together....

Just a few doors before our suite; she flipped the dress/poncho over her head and tossed it behind her toward me. Of course, one of the last doors before our suite, opened and a couple of those conventioneer types stepped out, laughing, right in front of the very naked Elle. Both men froze immediately; the second man out of the room dropped his plastic beer cup, which hit the carpeting with a soft splash of beer. 

Elle stopped between them and looked at the man who had dropped his beer, "I'm sorry," she cooed, and continued on her way. Immediately, the first guy turns around and says to me, as I pass between the two of them: "You are the MAN, dude!" I caught up to Elle waiting at our door, she turned around to them and said: "If he's the man, what the fuck am I?" with her trademark smirk. 

I opened the door and whispered, "Every little boy's dream, and few little girl's too..." She stood there, hands on hips, looking at them, a single pose that no Vegas, Atlanta or Dallas stripper could improve on. They stood there staring at this naked Jessica Rabbit come to life, I laughed, took her wrist and pulled her inside and closed the door. 

I love when she shows off, but I didn't have a lot of time. I tossed her dress on the bed in the main bedroom and walked her directly into the master bath. She was naked except for some pearls necklace and earrings and the blue pumps. I turned on the shower next to the Jacuzzi and started taking my clothes off. She stood there staring at me, I asked her if she wanted a drink, "No, I want to fuck...."

"Lose the heels and come here...now." I growled.

She didn't move, "I thought you liked heels...daddy."

I walked over to her, naked, already hard from all her teasing of me and everyone else's, today, I snatched her up in my arms and she laughed that throaty, grown up laugh that only a real woman does and kicked off her shoes. 

I carried Elle into the oversized shower that could have accommodated six or seven people, and set her down. 

She started to say something but I put my mouth over hers, the water was hot, hotter than I like, but the way I knew she liked it. (I mentioned before that we like to kiss, we do, and we did, I love the way she sticks a finger in my mouth, as if she's exploring, while she's got her tongue doing magical things to my tongue. 

I started massaging her shoulders and biceps; she's a jock and likes a really hard workover. I got my mouth on her left breast and she moaned, I twisted the nipple ring on her right and she started saying: "Oh, shit, oh fuck"...I am a true breast man and hers are perfect, I stayed there for about 10 minutes, and then I dropped to my knees....

I love to eat this woman, I played on the outside, at first kissing and lightly biting all over her lips, then I began to probe inside with my tongue, I was just getting going when her first orgasm began, she had been worked up all day and finally she couldn't stand it any longer...I kept going, I needed to make her go over the top, I had two fingers inside of her and looked up and growled "Turn around". 

She barely opened her eyes and whispered, "Yes, yes daddy". She turned and pressed those beautiful breasts against the shower wall, I replaced my fingers and started licking and lightly biting her ass... "Eat me, eat me... you fuck!" Now she was the one growling, I licked up into the crack of her ass a couple of times and then directed my attention to her opening. I wet it with spit and pushed my tongue in, I wanted to go slower, but I couldn't, I was getting as worked up as she was. 

Elle's second orgasm came crashing down when two fingers from my other hand went inside her ass, along with my tongue. Now she was spewing gibberish, a word, I understood, here and there but those were mostly swear words... "Shove your big black dick in my ass, you fuck!" she roared while still in the throes of the second orgasm. 

"Who's your daddy?" I whispered as I rose behind her. 

"You are, fucker...err."

"What?"

"You are...ohhhhhhh!" was all that came out of her mouth as my cock entered her ass in one thrust. 

I usually go slowly, she loves ass play, but she likes it slow and methodical until she gets comfortable, but she needed this, and so did I. This is the woman I love, but I was so fired up and so was she, that it was a brutal assault on my second favorite part of her body. 

She fought back, clawing at my side pulling me to her and pushing her ass on to my cock as I pushed into her...she was yelling at me: "Harder, you fuck! Make it hurt! I can feel you, Oh you fucker, I'm gonna fuck you back! Errrrr..." That third orgasm was there, just intense, and then I came. The intensity was incredible, what made it even more amazing was this woman clenched her ass muscles as I came. 

The two of us slid down the wall, with me still inside of her, I was out of breath as I held her. I noticed the soap bar still in its wrapper knocked to the floor during our fucking. Holding her with one arm I grabbed the bar and tore it out of the matted wrapper. I slowly, lovingly began to wash Elle all over.

My cock came out of her with a little "plop" noise when I turned her over to wash her back. Then she took the soap and washed me. When we were thoroughly clean we lay under the still running water and kissed for a while....

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Elle's head looked up from kissing me, "Who could that be? Don't answer it."

"I'm not going to," I whispered to her while we both got into a sitting position. "It's for you..."

"For me..." she looked at me, as though I had made a joke.

"Answer the door, Elle." I whispered.

She looked at me, and then her expression changed, she now had that same look in her eyes that she had this afternoon. She continued to look at me for a moment and: "Are you sure you want me to answer the door?" she asked in a throaty whisper. We were in each other's arms and I could feel her heart beating faster.

"Yes."

She slowly pushed against me and rose to her knees, still looking into my eyes. She had to turn around to walk out of the shower, as she stepped toward the door she grabbed one of the bath robes and I said: "You're not going to need that." 

She stopped, but didn't turn around, after another moment, she dropped the robe on the tile and she started walking slowly to the door and stopped. I thought she was going to back out; she turned and walked back toward the shower. She looked at me with that new intense look of hers and slid on her pumps. She stood there and looked at me for another 10 seconds and then turned and walked out of the bathroom. 

I quickly stood up, not wanting to miss any of this, turned the shower off, grabbed the robe off the floor and followed her. I caught up to her because she had her slow strut going. I reached the bedroom door as she reached the door to the hallway. She opened the door and no one was there. I looked over her shoulder and the person who had knocked was halfway down the hall, walking slowly away. In a voice that made me stir, again, she stepped into the hallway: naked, wet and gorgeous and said: "You came all the way here for this...where are you going?"

Michael, the construction worker stopped, turned around and froze looking at the literal walking wet dream. I thought to myself so he did get my text: come to room 17326 at 11:00pm, come alone, take a shower. "Come here, little boy," she said. He walked toward her, with this sheepish look. I went back in the room and sat down on the couch. When he reached her she turned around and walked back into the room pulling him, past me, by the front of his jeans. Elle led him into the second bedroom. 

Of course she didn't bother to close any doors; she didn't close doors at home. I got up and walked over to the front door and closed it, while putting on the Do not disturb sign. I grabbed one of those tiny bottles of scotch and a glass and walked to the doorway of the second room.

Elle was kissing Michael, exploring his mouth, feeling his face. Michael pulled back as he noticed me standing there. Elle pulled back, "Don't worry, Henry doesn't want to fuck you, he wants to watch ME fuck you. Are you okay with that?"

He nodded, but he wasn't sure, I could understand how he felt in the bedroom kissing the naked wife, in front of the husband. He was a little bigger than I was and a lot younger, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything in a fight. I smiled, "Relax, big guy, I'll give you some privacy but I do want to watch her, in a little bit." 

I turned and walked into the main bedroom, through to the master bath, to my clothes in a heap. I fished through my pants and found my phone. I sat down on the chaise in the bathroom; yeah it was that big, and sent a text:

Hey, Bad Girl, what are you doing? At the library? Henry

No at boring party on northside how is Vegas?

Well, I promised you a year ago that if Elle went all the way with a guy, I'd tell you

In Vegas? Awesome I want details 

We'll come in Saturday night when we get back, love you

Love you too-- Camilla 

I walked back into the bedroom and slipped on some pajama pants. I was a spectator and not a player, so I felt a little silly walking around naked. I walked into the living room and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked to the door. They had progressed, Michael was sitting on the side of the bed and Elle was kneeling before him, licking his cock. It was a large cock, near porn star size, maybe 8-9 inches. She was working it, her first cock, other than mine, in over 10 years.

She was talking to him too, too soft for me to hear...whispering to him while she licked his cock like an ice cream cone. I knew this part; she was telling him the things they were going to do, and how she wanted to do them. I knew she was using the dirtiest words that any minister's daughter had ever used...she licked at his slit, said something else and spit on his cock and sucked it viciously, her other hand played with his balls, she continued to talk softly to him. 

I still couldn't make out what she was saying but it was affecting him as much as the cocksucking. He closed his eyes, and she released his cock and slapped him, hard, across the face. His eyes opened and his head rocked back...she squeezed his balls hard, he tried not to cry out, she leaned into him and whispered something. He looked into her eyes and nodded. 

She smiled and kissed him, deeply, and then she slid back down to his cock and began to milk it with her mouth. After a few minutes of that she slid further down and licked his hairy balls. She continued to talk to him. He never took his eyes off of her again. She was playing with a new toy, she was now alternating between jacking him off and licking the top of his cock, all the time squeezing his balls...I saw him tense up, and then he came, like a geyser, he shot so high, so much. 

Elle looked up at the first eruption and it just missed hitting her on the face, she leaned back and stuck that incredible chest out and let the cum land on each breast. It was incredible how much he shot out. Elle got that look again; she continued to jack him off, squeezing everything out of him. He was trembling, she looked at him and then Elle turned and looked at me for the first time in about 30 minutes, I saw her decide something again. 

She stood up and bent over leaning her left breast into his face, "Clean me...with your mouth...now" she growled, as she said this she grabbed his hair and pulled him toward his white cum on her gorgeous tanned breast. "Now, little boy."




Vegas Week



I sat up, this was getting interesting. Michael surprised me. He leaned forward and started licking his cum off her left breast. He went after it like it was ice cream, then he moved over to the right breast, but Elle stepped back, said: "Wait, I'll get you some more in a minute; this is my husband's breast," and she turned toward me. 

I wasn't sure where she was going with this, god she looked hot walking toward me, she straddled my lap, and looked me in the eyes, "This is for you baby..." she put her hand under that heavy breast, lifted it and lowered her head and began to lick Michael's cum into her mouth. Elle, licked it all off, using her finger to get the cum that trickled down to the nipple ring and then stuck that finger in to her mouth. 

She was done. She looked at me, leaned in to kiss me, and then she hesitated, looked at me and started to move her head back. I reached up tangling my hand in that gorgeous, still damp, red hair and pulled her into me. I kissed her, we kissed for several minutes and she broke away. "Get that big dick hard for me, little boy!" Then she kissed me again and stood up, "Be ready when I get back." Elle leaned over again and kissed me.

"You have no idea how much I love you," she said, as she walked into the small bathroom attached to this smaller bedroom. I heard the shower running. As Elle washed herself off, Michael was stroking himself, trying to obey her command. 

Moments later Elle came out, she hadn't bothered to dry off, she walked up to Michael and kissed him deeply. She pushed him back on to the bed, on his back and straddled him. It was a good sized cock, and inch, inch and a half longer than mine probably but much thicker. I got up and went to my bag in the other room, I walked back in and handed Elle one of my rubbers. We didn't use them very often but since we had been talking about playing out here, I decided to be prudent. 

Elle looked at me, took the rubber and pushed me back, smirking. Sliding back down his body, she sucked his cock into her mouth once more, once she had decided it was wet enough she opened the packet and slid the condom over the cock. It was a tight fit; it only came halfway down his cock. Elle climbed back on Michael and positioned herself over his cock. She looked up at nothing in particular and laughed softly. 

Then she took a deep breath and slowly pushed herself down on Michael's cock. It was slow going, but she would stop, wait a minute or so and continue. When she was three quarters of the way down his cock she leaned down and started whispering to him. I was back in the chair across the room so I could not hear what she was saying, but it was different tone than from the cocksucking dominance. It couldn't hear the words but her cooing voice and smiling on her face, this time she was making love with him, not just fucking him. 

After 10-15 minutes she was able to take all of him and began to fuck him in and out, very slowly, but she would rise so that hardly any of him was in her and then slowly sink to his balls. She was talking to and kissing him. As if it isn't strange enough to watch another guy fuck your wife, I suddenly thought that the two of them needed their privacy. I stood up looked at them for another minute and then padded to the master bedroom....

...I woke up and went into the bathroom to return some of the scotch I had consumed all day. As I returned to the bed, I realized that Elle wasn't in the bed next to me. I looked at clock by the bed and saw that it was 4:12am. I casually walked out to the living room and around to the second bedroom. I didn't see them on the bed, but I heard them. On the far side of the bed, near the window they were on the floor. 

Elle was straddling Michael again but the fucking was going a lot faster. Well, they had been practicing for maybe four hours. As I stood there watching them my cock began to get hard, and I slipped out of my pajama pants. They were both covered in sweat, I wiped my cock across her tight ass...Elle looked up, turned her head and growled, "Put it in my ass, put that black dick in my ass!" she snarled. It didn't even sound like her. 

I knelt behind her awkwardly, trying to straddle Michael's legs. (It is a lot harder than it looks in porn movies) I slowly pushed the head in; it was tight, much tighter than earlier this evening. Elle was now whispering things into Michael's ear, I didn't know what she was saying, I just kept working my cock into her ass...Michael stopped pushing into her, they both stopped, which allowed me to continue the assault on her asshole. 

Several minutes later I was in completely...Elle whispered, in this new, hoarse voice of hers: "Okay, someone start fucking me..."

I had the position, so I began to move in and out of her. My moving did a couple of things. It caused enough momentum that it moved Elle so that her body was sliding around both cocks. The other things was that I soon realized that I was basically having sex with both of them. I could feel Michael's cock on the other side of the thin membrane between Elle's ass and her pussy. I have to admit, it was an interesting feeling. We went on like this for a while, Elle was no longer having powerful eruptions, it seemed like she was on this continual sexual high, with spikes of pleasure every few minutes. 

I started to feel my orgasm coming, I tried to contain it but I exploded inside of her. I pulled out and sat back. Elle groaned and continued riding on Michael's cock. I watched them for a while. Eventually I pulled myself up and I laid down on the bed....

"Oh, I am sorry...I did not know any people were in here...will you need more towels?" I heard a sweetly accented voice. I had to lift my head off the bed and turn my head...I slowly realized that I was lying in bed next to an equally nude Michael asleep on his back, if that wasn't bad enough, my arm was draped across his chest and he was sporting a huge erection. 

I almost always wake up with a hard on, and this morning my cock did not fail me. As I removed my arm from Michael and turned all the way over I was staring into the face of the same maid as yesterday. She looked at both our erections and said: "Si, More towels..."

It was the morning of my second day in Vegas. 

Poor Michael was in love, he asked at least three times if he could come visit us, I said sure but I needed him to go because I needed to get some things done today. I promised that we would call him when we got back home. I jumped in the shower, dressed and found the maid, Maria, down the hall and asked her if she could clean my room for me. She stood there smiling at me the whole time and just said, "Si, Mr. Loring, I will do that immediately."

I jumped in the elevator and decided to check my messages.

Elle left me a text: 

Off to conference, probably sleep through most of today. Sore all over. Happy sore, remember staying in Millie's room tonight, early day tomorrow. Thank you for last night. I love you, L

A second text:

Henry, I apologize but I have gotten called to the airport, as a fill-in for a sick crew member, flying out in 1 hour. Call me, I would like to get together with you when we're in the same town, Denise

And a third:

H, this is Susan, hi! I know tonight is your bachelor night, but I have a favor to ask of you. Can I buy you dinner? I need your advice about Jesse. I wouldn't bother you, but I need a man's perspective. Let me know if that would be okay. Thx

I called Susan's number...no answer. I texted her back that of course I'd meet with her. I suggested that she come on over after the conference and I'll buy her dinner. Then I texted Elle, who responded that I must be in heaven, about to have dinner with my crush.

I decided to grab my laptop and do some writing.

Elle was completely worn out from last night, not to mention sore in many different parts of her body. She told Millie she was going to go soak in the gym's hot tub for a while.

"Henry must be wearing you out," Millie joked.

"You have no idea," Elle replied.

"So tell me...his cock is huge, isn't it. How big?"

"I'm going to the hot tub, I'll tell later," Elle just wanted to close her eyes and relax.

"Ok, I'll pick a restaurant for us to eat at, when you're done!"

"Sweetheart, don't take offense, but I going to eat some of my veggies up in the room, I really need to crash."

"No problem, I'll give you a back rub later, if you're still sore." Millie offered.

"Sounds like a plan, see you in about an hour!" Elle waved as she walked off

.

Early afternoon the gym was almost empty of guests. Elle laid out a mat and stretched. She asked herself, what in the world happened last night? Did she go too far? Who or what was she becoming? It's like some primitive portion of her brain; the reptile part of her brain is what her husband would call it. One moment she felt herself and then it was like a switch was flipped on...she became something else. 

Speaking of Mr. Loring, he seemed to be having no problem with it, in fact she was pleasantly surprised that he joined them in the threesome later that night, or she thought, earlier this morning. They were going to have to do that again. Elle thought that maybe she should call and talk to him...then she remembered that he was having dinner with his "schoolboy crush" Susan. She would just talk over dinner tomorrow night.

She was too sore and too tired from last night to lift weights, so after stretching, she walked into the women's showers and cleaned up, then found the hot tub. She slipped off her towel and slid into the bubbling water. Oh, this feels good, she thought....

I got back to the hotel after some shopping, and my cellphone rang.

"Hey Susan!"

"Hi H, I'm at your hotel at the main door."

"Perfect timing, stay there, I'm just walking in through another doorway, I'll meet you in five minutes,"

"Ok, bye!" 

Susan was nearly 45 minutes early, she must have had something serious on her mind. I saw her at the entrance. She had a killer body, even in mommy clothes. A little summer dress and flats that really didn't show her impressive, tanned, runner's body. She saw me and waved; that wonderful smile that could light an entire casino was beaming at me. I got that wonderful "big brother" hug. "Hi, H!"

"Hi mom, how are you?" 

"Um, can we speak somewhere privately?" she said in soft, not exactly comfortable way.

"Sure, let's go up to the room, we can talk, then have dinner."

"I'm sorry that I'm so early but I thought we could talk, then you could go have your bachelor evening. I heard from Elle that you were going to a strip bar tonight." She said as we walked to the elevators.

"I really think that if it comes to handing some strange woman dollar bills, even if she's naked, versus dinner with you, you win."

"Oh you are so sweet, maybe I'll have to dance for you, in return!" she giggled and squeezed my arm as she said that. 

"I, um, accept!" I said

"Oh, H!" She smiled. We got on the elevator with other people so she became quiet.

Once we got to the Suite, Susan sat in a chair and seemed to relax a little. I handed her a menu and suggested that she order some food. I assumed that we'd get a couple of appetizers, and then go eat, but she surprised me and ordered a full dinner, lamb and vegetables, so I ordered a steak and baked potato...the food in Las Vegas is always good, even room service. 

We ate, chatted about simple stuff and then over some dessert concoction I couldn't even pronounce, I said "Okay, Greek Goddess, what's troubling you?" She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes and said:

"I think Jesse's gay!"

"Jesse? Jesse, the football stud, Jesse the guy that plays golf with my friends and me, every month? Your son that every woman I know including Elle thinks is a hottie? That Jesse? Why would you think that?" I was honestly perplexed, Jesse did not come off as gay at, not that there would be anything wrong with that as the old TV show used to say.

"H, he never talks about girls, ever; and he got a job off campus, he didn't tell me about. He told Jackie, but made her promise not to tell me." She blurted out.

"Apparently the promise not to tell you was not kept."

"No, his sister told me. He's, he's a male dancer at this "Chippendales" type of club, near the campus!" she said with tears in her eyes. I said nothing for almost a minute. I didn't know he was a dancer.

"Okay, that seems okay, he's in great shape, good looking and as I recall from last year's Christmas party at our house, he loves to dance. How do you make the leap to he's gay?" I asked.

"Well... he talks to Jackie...a lot, about this older MALE dancer who has "taken him under his wing". He's not dating, he doesn't talk about girls on campus, and I'm really worried. What should I do?" she asked with those tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

"Okay, okay...time-out! How about...I'll call him up and invite him home to play a round of golf next weekend? I'll talk to him..." before she could say anything, I continued, "By the way, he's always talking about the cart girls when he plays golf with my buddies and me." I made that up, but I needed to calm her down. 

I didn't know if Jesse was gay or not, but there seemed to be no reason that Susan needed to upset about something she didn't know was true or not. Of course I was thinking what did it matter if he was or not, but I wasn't his mother so I shut up. I could see she was desperately listening to everything I was saying, she wiped her eyes and then she smiled that dazzling smile, her whole face changed and she said: "That's sounds great! 

H, I really appreciate you telling me that!" Another deep breath, "I'm glad he talks about the cart girls, too... H, what's a cart girl?" She asked, her face still bright, but a little confused again.

"They're the ones who drive the beer carts around the golf course, so the guys don't run out of beers, Gatorade, golf balls, tees, stuff ... and the carts are driven by cute college girls."

Susan cocked her head slightly and looked off, something going through her mind. Then she looked at me, smiled and stood. 

She leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

"No, no" I said, softly reaching out and holding her hands, "I finally have you to myself, with permission from Elle to go out! Let's go get a drink..." I offered, not sure if she was completely calmed down.

"Okay," she burst, "I've never been to a strip club, before. Take me!" she almost yelled... I looked at her and opened my mouth to protest, but she saw the doubt on my face and continued, "H! I want to go!"

"Not dressed like that, you're not!" I laughed.

"What's wrong?" She asked, and those large blue eyes got serious. 

"Woman, I have a reputation in strip clubs all over this country and Canada!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the master bedroom. Walking her over to the very chair I sat in last night while watching my wife fuck the hell out of a stranger, I demanded, "Sit!" Her eyes got wide again, but this time less serious. 

She sat in the chair... The shoes were easy, I knew that she and Elle had the same shoe size, Susan never wore what I consider high heels, but she insisted on trying on every new pair of heels that Elle showed up wearing. If you haven't realized yet, I have a high heel fetish. I snatched the black 5- inch pumps...why not? 

Then I debated with myself, for a moment, between one of Elle's t-shirts or one of her boy's sized men's buttoned down shirts, both, black in color. 

"The shirt...please," I heard softly from behind me. I smiled and then I found a little black skirt, in the bag from Elle's shopping trip, yesterday, obviously I hadn't seen it before, but it was short, really short, done. I walked over to Susan and whispered, "Put these on, I'll be in the living room...."

Elle's Story

Elle got off the elevator on Millie's floor. She padded down the hallway toward the room on the keycard holder. She was wearing her one piece workout swimsuit, under a bath towel, neither designed for showing off her body, but when a woman is built, the way she is, the proverbial potato sack would have been provocative. Of course she was wearing heels, not closed toed pumps, like her husband adored, but some 4 inch wedges, built to walk poolside in South Beach, which is where she and Loring had purchased them, some seven years ago. 

Needless to say, Elle got a lot of attention walking through the hotel from the gym. It was something that she had become used to, over the last ten years. She had always been a good looking woman -- and guys: from the geeky elementary school boys, to the high school and college football players and wrestlers, to the 20- something ex-frat boys, all of them constantly trying to get into her panties. This minister's daughter only took two of the men before Loring seriously, but ultimately those relationships did not last. 

Henry Loring had helped her realize how special she really was, career-wise, friendship-wise, and particularly over the last year, sexuality-wise. Elle had always enjoyed sex, and the two of them had a wonderful, exciting sex life...It had been a continual evolution in their sex life since that evening at the Jazz Catacombs, months ago. 

On this particular evening, though, she wanted to eat some food and then have a quiet night.

Elle put the keycard into the door opening and entered the room. It was a nice room, but after their suite at Caesar's, this one was very small...and one queen-size bed. There was a knock at the door behind Elle, she turned around and after looking through the eyehole, she opened the door. Two waiters were waiting there with full carts; Elle stepped back into the room and let them enter. 

They laid out quite a spread: chicken, fish, fresh vegetables, fruits and the largest tray of cheeses she had ever seen. The 1st waiter produced two bottles of wine... "Will this be okay ma'am?" Elle told him yes, she wasn't a big fan of wine, but she knew Millie liked her glass every evening. Elle signed for the check and the tip and closed the door behind them. 

She reached into her day bag and pulled out a plastic bag and a black, long sleeved sweatshirt and black, boy shorts. Slipping out of her bathing suit she rinsed it, wringed it out, and stuffed it into the plastic bag, slid it into the day bag and placed it in the closet and then walked into the bathroom. She put the sweatshirt and boy shorts on the small vanity next to the toilet and turned on the water, hot. 

She slid into the small shower and washed the day and the chlorine, from the hot tub, off of her. She thought about her husband and wondered how his day had turned out. She hoped he was going to have fun at dinner with Susan, he was so cute with his crush on her, she wouldn't mind if Susan gave him "some"...in fact she felt he deserved it, watching her all these past months: flirting, teasing, playing with all the pretty, hunky boys while he stood in the corner, or on the other side of the room letting her have fun. 

Always far enough to give her room, but close enough for security. Yeah, she smiled to herself, if Susan ever relaxed a little, she would be a lot happier... and she knew from personal experience if she ever relaxed with her husband she would truly enjoy it. 

As she stepped out of the shower, she grabbed a large towel and began to dry off; her thoughts returned to last night's shower and the rest of the evening, after the shower. She smiled as she thought about whether she should let young, dumb, Michael visit them back home, she liked playing with the dumb ones...

Mr. Loring didn't seem to mind, but maybe what happens in Vegas, should stay in Vegas. 

Elle pulled the towel down from drying her hair and saw Millie standing in the door of the bathroom, looking at her. "Hi..." she said in surprise, she hadn't heard the door open while in the shower.




Vegas Week



"Sorry, Elle, I was out, getting some bottled water, for us. Are you hungry?"

"Starving, you did a great job ordering the food," Elle was a little surprised at the way Millie was looking at her, Millie probably didn't even realize how she was staring. Elle got those looks all the time from men and occasionally from some women, but she had never gotten that vibe from Millie. Millie was boy crazy. 

Elle smiled to herself and thought about how Henry would love watching the two of them roll around naked together, such a typical guy. Elle looked at Millie, while Millie gossiped on about something or other, continuing to stare at Elle's legs. Elle stopped and thought for a moment... Click went the switch in Elle's reptile brain...

"What the hell..." Elle thought, so instead of picking up her sweatshirt and shorts, she dropped the towel at her feet and walked slowly by Millie... brushing her damp naked breasts against Millie's shoulder as she passed. She stepped out into the cold air of the bedroom and walked over to the food, lifted one of the plate covers and picked up a strawberry. She turned around and looked at Millie who was still standing in the doorway to the bath, staring at Elle's nipples that had instantly hardened in the cold air conditioning. 

"Millie, would you bring my sweatshirt, to me? It's in the bathroom, its cold in here." She whispered in that throaty voice that she used sometimes with big, pretty, dumb, boys when she played the game with Loring. Millie turned and quickly found the neat pile of black clothes and brought them to Elle. 

Elle bit into the strawberry and placed the rest of the piece of fruit back on the tray and took the sweat shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. Elle shook her red hair as the shirt's neck opening cleared her head and saw that Millie stood there, perfectly still, holding her boy shorts. 

"Do you really think we need those pants right now?" Elle teased. She took the shorts out of Millie's hands and tossed them on to the bed. Elle was a few inches taller than Millie and as she stepped closer, softly taking Millie's chin in her hand and lifting her head up so that Millie was now looking into her eyes, Elle whispered, "What do you want, Mill?" 

"To touch you..."Millie replied softly, pleadingly.

Elle leaned forward and kissed Millie softly, Millie pressed into the kiss, pushing her tongue into Elle's mouth. In that instant, Elle realized that it was Elle that Millie was crazy about. It was Elle that Millie was always looking at when she told a really dirty joke or story. It was Elle that Millie was always trying to get to show some skin, drink another martini...and it was Elle who felt the change had occurred , her lizard, reptile id/brain, whatever, had taken over again-- she seemed to be losing control more and more on this trip... 

"Shit..." she surrendered to the lizard and let go, she took a step back and sat down in one of the club chairs in the room. Pulling her sweatshirt up to just below her nipples, the nipple ring on her right breast reflecting light from the lamp on the table, Elle touched her flat stomach and whispered, "Come here honey...." 

Millie came over and carefully knelt between Elle's legs. She tentatively placed her hands on Elle's knees. Elle slowly slid her hand from her stomach to her cleanly shaven pussy and began to move a finger over her lower lips. "Come here..." Elle whispered as she watched and felt Millie pull herself toward Elle's pussy. Yeah, I'm thinking with my lizard brain, Elle thought, I am the lizard...I'm going to fuck Millie, no not Millie, not my co-worker, I'm just going to fuck this hot little body.

Me

I knew from the gym outfits that Susan wore when she and Elle got back from a work out that she was beautiful and sexy. Hell, I had nick-named her the Greek Goddess. With that wicked summer tan on that wonderful body, with those piercing blue eyes, even I was surprised at how incredible she looked wearing "Elle clothes". It took her walking nearly halfway through the casino before she could adjust to the 5-inch heels; and even then she was walking stiffly, just not stumbling any longer. 

"Susan...sit at that table, I'll go get your shoes, I'm sorry" I apologized, sitting her at a chair at a closed blackjack table.

"The heck with you, I like these!" she said, with a serious look back at me. Susan stood up, straightened her shirt, which while tight enough to show off her figure, was buttoned all the way except for one open button, up top. The skirt was just as tight, and the black color of both looked wonderful on her. She looked around and said "I'm ready..." and took my hand, "You did want me to hang out with you, right?

"I love women jocks...never backing down to a challenge" I laughed leading Susan again, I noticed that she seemed to be moving more smoothly, the runner had adapted to the shoes the way she would to a different terrain. I slowed and pulled her up to me, I pointed the way we were going and she stepped forward now pulling me softly. Yes, the view was much nicer back here. 

Elle

"Lick it..." Elle whispered. Millie slowly slid her tongue along Elle's slit. Elle reached out and ran her fingers through Millie's soft curls. She took her other hand and slid a finger down and into herself, opening herself for Millie. Millie followed Elle's finger with her tongue. She licked so differently than Loring...hmm, she'd have to work on that threesome next. Millie's tongue found Elle's clit. She licked at it, and then softly chewed around it. 

"I like that," Elle murmured.

Me

I offered my hand to Susan as she stuck that first long, tanned, toned leg out of the taxi. We stepped up to the large double doors of the faux mansion and went inside. The coolness of the air conditioned inside was a dramatic contrast to the still withering heat of the Nevada air. A bouncer in a perfectly fitting tuxedo big enough to make me look like a little person stepped up and grabbed my right hand, and gave me that half handshake/half hug that guys do now. "Hank! What's up? Welcome back!" Silas half yelled. 

Silas was a former college offensive lineman, who ended up out here in the desert after he blew out a knee at Oklahoma State. I met him a couple of years ago as I come out to Vegas several times a year for business, as well as golf trips. As this was my favorite strip club, I had seen him several times, including the night when things got out of control. 

Several of his bouncers (Silas was the "Cooler" or head bouncer) were busy helping a large group of conventioneers, when over by the large bar where I was at, a fight broke out between a drunken bachelor party and some (I thought at the time, bikers). I was standing at the bar enjoying a beer when Silas walked up and told one of the "bikers" just a few steps away from me that he had to leave and while he was "helping" the guy who was calling him everything but his name leave the bar.

Another "biker" came up quickly from behind Silas with a beer bottle ready to smash it across Silas' head. I stood there watching this act out; everything looking like it was moving in slow motion. The 2nd guy pushed a half dressed dancer out of the way and lunged at Silas. I took a sip from my beer and stuck my left leg out. The 2nd guy tripped over my leg and crashed to the ground. 

Silas was faster than I thought and whipped around at the commotion. He saw the guy fall with the beer in his hand still in a swinging position; saw that it was my leg in the way. When he came back in, he told me that those "bikers" were actually ministers that come down to Vegas form northern Nevada, twice a year for drinks and strippers and always get a little rowdy. They had never gotten violent before. Needless to say, we became pretty good buddies, and I never paid the $25 entrance fee or my first shot and a beer.

"Silas, are you getting smaller?" I yelled as I lightly punched him in the arm. Silas looked at Susan next to me and his eyes got big.

"Don't tell me you traded in Elle?"

"No, Elle's hear in Vegas, but she's letting me have my 10 year anniversary affair...this is Susan my neighbor!" I replied laughing.

"Oh, H!" Susan giggled as she held my arm. Silas took Elle's right hand and kissed it. Then while chatting with me about the upcoming college football season, he led us to the front edge of the main bar, my favorite spot to hangout, and another bouncer, Sal, came up, said hi and produced two stools for us. We chatted a bit with Susan, Both Sal and Silas were enjoying Susan's company. Susan was eating up the attention as she sipped a glass of white wine. Eventually, both were called away. 

Susan was looking at the dancers and asking me which ones I liked. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, pick one for me. She looked at me and asked which one I wanted. I repeated that I wanted her to pick one for me. She turned and started watching each dancer more carefully. The club was large with four huge bars on the first level each against a wall. There was one main stage large enough to perform a small play on and several smaller stages sprinkled throughout the room. 

The dancers began on the main stage, two songs, then they moved to a smaller stage to the right, for two more songs, and then to a small stage toward the back of the room. Behind the third stage was a grand staircase that led to a balcony. Several men sat in opera seats on the balcony while beautiful women danced for them. There was a door behind them on the balcony, that I knew led to the Platinum Room, the most exclusive and expensive private room in Las Vegas.

"Well," she drawled, "I've narrowed it to two...the blonde over there with the red dress...and the dark haired one on the main stage!" she said looking back at me as though I were her eighth grade teacher asking her the final test question before Christmas break. 

I t was interesting that the Blonde was built similar to my Elle, with even bigger breasts; while the dark-haired one looked a lot like Susan herself. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty and handed it to her. 

"Go pick whichever one you want to dance for me and bring her back to us." I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Susan stood up, handed me her little clutch purse, drained the rest of her wine pulled her skirt down, as far as it would go, took a deep breath and stepped forward. It was a pleasure to watch her walk down the two steps from the bar platform into the main part of the room. She seemed to have adjusted to the heels and had her own sexy walk going. Not over the top, subtle but damn sexy...long tanned legs, tight black skirt that barely covered her ass. She did not look like the mom of a high school senior and a college freshman. 

A guy in a crumpled suit stood up and took her hand, whispering in her ear. She smiled, shook her head and said something to him and continued walking. She was stopped by various men sitting at tables several more times before she made it to the small stage directly across the room from where I was at the main bar. 

She stepped up the two steps on the other side of the room and waited while the dark haired dancer placed the dollar bill from a male admirer in her money garter. I watched her turn around and smile as she noticed Susan standing there. She took a step toward Susan and down into a crouch...I could see them talking but of course I could not hear across a crowded, room of that size. The dancer stood up and Susan turned back and started toward our side of the room. 

Another two men tried to get her attention as she made her way back to me.

Susan was glowing when she returned. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips and sat down. I reached back and handed her the fresh glass of wine I had taken the liberty of ordering for her. She smiled, thanked me and took a sip. She then proceeded to tell me what I had guessed: the men she was stopped by on her trip to and from the dancer had all asked her to dance, thinking she was a stripper. 

The dancer with the dark hair would be over as soon as her set was complete. Susan leaned forward to tell me she was having a good time, as she said this she placed her free hand on my thigh for balance, while she whispered to me, I couldn't help but notice the wonderful cleavage exposed by the well chosen black shirt that now had three buttons unbuttoned, rather than the one or two, I had recalled from earlier. There seemed to be no question that Susan was having a good time, and I was too. 

Elle

Millie had made Elle come with her mouth and her fingers, and had slowly climbed up on Elle's lap, facing her and began to kiss her mouth and play with those breasts that she had been obsessed with for what had seemed like forever. 

Elle had never been with a woman before...oh she had kissed a few, mostly when she'd had one too many cocktails and the woman was pretty and Mr. Loring had encouraged her. Millie felt good and soft. Elle liked boys, big, strong, hard boys. But Elle had to admit there was something nice about Millie's soft lips and soft breasts. Elle pushed Millie back, softly; just enough to look her in the eyes...Elle and Millie looked each other in the eyes for a couple of moments.

Millie opened her mouth to say something but Elle spoke first. "Get up and go lie on the bed. I want to fuck you...." was all that Elle whispered. Millie's eyes got big and she slowly slid down from straddling Elle's lap. As she slid down to the floor, Elle stood up, and looked down at Millie kneeling before her. "On the bed, darling," Elle whispered hoarsely. She helped the shorter woman stand and bent her head down to kiss her. 

Millie kissed Elle back and returned to kneading those wonderful breasts. Elle slowly walked her back to the queen-sized bed. As the back of Millie's legs bumped into the bed, she let go of Elle and Elle watched her reach back, turn around and climb up on the bed, trying not to turn her back on Elle. Once Millie was up on the bed, Elle joined her sliding gracefully between Millie's legs, kissing her vaginal lips and caressing her legs. Millie moaned, not quite believing this moment had actually come. This was Elle, Elle in bed with her, Elle between her legs, Elle making love to her. 

Elle began to delicately use her fingers to open Millie and where her fingers went her tongue followed. As Elle continued to kiss and lick and bite Millie, Millie could feel the rumblings of an orgasm begin. Elle took the middle finger of her right hand which had been playing inside of Millie's pussy along with Elle's other middle finger as well as her tongue and slowly pushed it into Millie's ass. 

Oh, yeah, Millie talked dirty and sexy, but she had never been eaten by a woman and she had never had anything in her ass...her orgasms when she masturbated were nothing like what happened next. Millie exploded, gushed and squirted all over Elle's face and hand. It was so powerful that at first she thought she had pissed on Elle. 

She moaned how sorry she was, apologies came out one after another. Elle just kept fucking her harder, licking and biting her pussy lips and slapping Millie's ass. Millie exploded again. Elle raised her head up and slid up Millie's body, licking a path from her pussy to her mouth. Elle's knee slid up against the place her mouth had been seconds ago. While Elle kissed and played with Millie's mouth, her knee rubbed hard and fast, against Millie's pussy keeping her in a state multiple orgasms. 

Elle reached back with one arm and pulled Millie's leg up against her pussy. The two of them worked themselves into a rhythm, rubbing up against one another, while they kissed and touched each other's breasts and arms. They kept this up for some time, each of them pushing the other harder...finally they exploded together. 

"Please, please...I need to take a moment!" Millie whispered. Elle slid off of Millie, casually stood, walked over to the dining table and poured herself a glass of water. She poured another glass and handed it to Millie as she walked past the bed, into the bathroom and closed the door.

Me

The dark haired dancer had finished her set and glided over to us she smiled as she approached and stood in front of Susan and me and inquired, "So which one of you am I dancing for?" I smiled and handed her another twenty and said,

"Both of us..." 

"I'm Destiny," she smiled. "Would it be okay if I went and freshened up first?"

"Of course, we'll be right here," I smiled back at her. As she turned to walk away, she brushed two fingers across Susan's lips...I turned to our bartender, Sid, who was standing there watching me start trouble and ordered another beer and a shot of tequila, when we both heard Susan say..."Two shots!"

"Are you sure?" I asked, I wanted to have some fun with Susan but she was my neighbor and my friend and I didn't want to get her wasted or worse. "Tequila and wine don't exactly mix goddess." She looked at me with that look that all women can use on a man, even moms, that look that says: you only think you're in control and then turned to Sid and said:

"We'll have two beers and two shots of tequila, Patron Silver...not chilled, no training wheels." She turned back to me, smiled and then turned her gaze back out to the room. "I wasn't always an old mom, H."

Elle

Elle turned off the shower and this time grabbed a towel before walking into the artificially cold bedroom. She stopped dead in her tracks...Millie was standing in front of the food cart. She was standing there, stroking what appeared to be some kind of lubricant on to a rather large, strap-on dildo. It was very large...larger and thicker than both her husband and Michael. "How the hell did you get that through security?" Elle asked.

"I checked my baggage...please lay down on the bed, Elle."

Elle thought to herself that she would need a vacation from this partial vacation...and then she thought something else. She stared at Millie for a moment...making a decision, Elle walked straight ahead to Millie. She pushed herself up against Millie kissing her softly. Elle liked Millie's lips and also liked looking down at the shorter voluptuous woman. Millie kissed Elle back, standing on her toes, pressing her large natural breasts up against Elle's spectacular enhanced ones. 

"Click! Click!"Millie looked down and saw that Elle had released the clips on the strap-on and had stepped back. Elle smiled, looking Millie in the eyes and whispered in a deep, throaty voice... "Honey, oh yeah, there's going to be some serious fucking on that bed...please lay down." Millie took a step forward to kiss Elle but Elle stepped to the side while adjusting the straps to her narrower hips. Millie backed slowly and sat on the bed. 

"I've never been fucked, never had anyone's cock in me..." she whispered back.

"Oh...oh my." Elle smiled as she approached Millie. "We'll start off gently..."

Me

Destiny returned, fully dressed. She wore a long, dark, blue gown not unlike what a prom queen might wear, although cut a lot lower in the front and back than any high school principal is likely to allow in the school gym. While you expect there to be some cleavage in the front, Destiny's dress, while long sleeved and down to the floor, displayed what I can only describe as ass cleavage as well. It worked. 

"Destiny, I'm Henry and this is Susan. May we get you a cocktail?" I asked. 

"Vodka and tonic, please, Henry." She stepped up to Susan who sat looking back and forth from Destiny to me and back. Susan had her legs crossed, Destiny slid around to the right side of Susan placing a white gloved hand on Susan's knee and the other arm around the back of Susan's chair. That way she could see and talk to both of us. "Susan, you're beautiful, really beautiful...are you a dancer?"

"No..." Susan laughed, "I'm a part-time receptionist and full-time mom..." 




Vegas Weekend



Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest, some preg Aahh, time to head with the family to Vegas for an exciting weekend, to sink into the pits of sin with the one-armed bandits and the slut machines there, finally emerging as shiny, freshly-minted whores and cuckolds to carry a little more sexy joy back to the mundane world. Compliments from Vegas.

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Ramblings: A novel-length story in six parts (Prolog, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Epilog), posted one per week. And you guys say I take too long to post my stories ....

Raw sex without a whole lot of that tedious character development stuff to get in the way. Hopefully, there's enough wordplay, humor, irony and foreshadowing for the literary-minded of you out there.

Live well.

Prolog ------

Or You'll Be Sleeping With the Tunas, See? 

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(Eight and a half months before the main story)

Two men, both wearing dark suits, strode purposefully through the lobby of the casino. One was six foot six and had a shaved head; he went by the name of Bruno. The other was six foot four, with dark close-cropped curly locks; he went by the name of Guido.

"I get to say the line this time," Guido said out of the side of his mouth as the men marched towards their destination.

"No, you don't," Bruno said in a bass voice.

"Yes, I do. You got to say it last time. Don't be a pig."

"Crybaby."

"I get to say it."

The two men slowed as they approached a roulette table. A man stood there, tie loosened, hair disheveled, a slouch that said that he had just lost again, and eyes that were already starting to get a little wild as he noticed the two men focus on him.

"Mr. Watkins requests the pleasure of your company," Bruno said in a voice so deep that the disheveled man felt his ribs resonate.

"Uhm ... I, uh ..."

"I suggest that you come now," Guido told him in a voice that seemed nowhere near deep enough to be coming out of that big chest.

"I-- "

The two men stepped to either side of the disheveled man and each took an arm. "Just walk with us, Mr. Stanford."

"How do you know-- I-- please ...." As the two men escorted him through the lobby, he called toward the Avocado room for his wife, "Rhonda! Rhonda!"

"Sir, please don't make a scene," Bruno told him quietly. "I would hate to have to crush your larynx."

"Nnng!" the disheveled man muffled his gasp.

They led him to the elevator, then Guido pressed the "up" button. As they waited, three dancers from the casino show walked up. The elevator arrived, then Bruno held the door open for them.

"Ladies," he said, smiling, and they stepped inside, giggling. "We'll take the next one. You ladies have a nice day."

"Look-- look at that nice couple," the disheveled man said, pointing toward a man and woman standing by another elevator, "You should let them go ahead of us too. They seem like nice people."

"Shut up," Bruno told him quietly.

"Nnnnggg!"

"Don't you wet your pants, Mr. Stanford," Guido warned him. "We wouldn't like that."

"Nnnngg!"

The elevator opened finally, and the trio stepped inside. Bruno pressed the penthouse button, and the doors closed.

"Mr. Watkins is concerned about your ability to make good on your debt," Guido started. Bruno gave his partner a glare and discreetly shook his head "no", but Guido ignored him. "You're not looking to shortchange him, are you?"

"Don't," Bruno warned Guido.

"N-no! I wouldn't! Not ever!"

"Good, 'cause if you ever do something like that-- "

"Don't," Bruno warned again.

"-- if you ever do, you'll be sleepin' with the tunas, see?"

Bruno rolled his eyes, then scowled at Guido.

"No, no, I wouldn't do that! I just need to get to the bank, and I can get the money for Mr. Watkins. Yeah, I can GET the money! I just didn't realize that he was waiting." Charlie Stanford nodded enthusiastically. He might just be able to wriggle out of this yet.

"Mr. Stanford, do not lie to us," Bruno told him, attempting to salvage some of the man's anxiety.

"I'm not lying! I just didn't know!"

Bruno changed topics. "Mr. Stanford, how much do you value your kneecaps?"

"My! Kneecaps!?"

"I have this collection, you see ..."

"Please! No! I can GET the money!"

The elevator arrived, and the three men stepped out.

"Please! Really! I can GET the money!"

"You'll need to convince Mr. Watkins of that, sir. Please, this way."

"Nooooo!" The man whined.

"Don't MAKE me pick your ass up and carry you in!" Guido snapped.

"Noooo!"

"Mr. Stanford," Bruno spoke reasonably, "This is your opportunity to convince Mr. Watkins that you are good for your debt. And to keep the ability to kneel, if you know what I mean."

"Please!" Stanford whined, but came along with the two.

Bruno knocked on the door, waited a couple moments, then opened it. "Mr. Watkins, Mr. Stanford is here to see you."

"Thank you, Bruno. Bring him in, please."

"Please!" Stanford whined as Guido pushed him in. "You DON'T have to take my kneecaps! I can GET the money!"

"Bruno, did you threaten Charlie?"

"I just mentioned my collection, sir. As one professional to another."

"Charlie, Charlie. They were just roughing you up. I don't want you kneecaps. Egads! What would I do with the things?!"

Charlie Stanford gave a nervous little giggle.

"Well, besides giving them to Bruno here as a job perk."

Another nervous giggle: please don't possibly mean that.

"Did you know that Mr. Stanford and I went to school together, Bruno?"

"No, sir." Bruno and Guido both assumed semi-attention stances.

"Yeah. Charlie here was quarterback. He married the prom queen. Trite little tale if you ask me."

A small sobbing sound erupted from Charlie's throat.

"It gets worse from there. I was called a slacker back then. Folks like Charlie and his wife considered me an untouchable. They wouldn't even be seen speaking to me. But, alas ... You know that if you do well in high school, you're gonna be a miserable failure in life. Now Charlie's a 250 slab o' flab. And he's got this gambling problem, you see. He's in debt for a seven digit figure to me. Me -- the slacker that now manages this casino that does business in the billions. What do you think of that, Bruno?"

"Ironic story, sir."

"Yeah, pretty damn ironic. Don't YOU think, Charlie?"

"PLEASE! I can do better! I can GET you the-- "

"Bruno, Guido, could you wait right outside while Charlie and I discuss the terms of his debt?"

"Yes, sir."

The two men stepped outside, closed the door and waited at semi-attention on either side of the doorway, like two medieval suits of armor in a modern day castle.

"That's why I don't let you say the lines. You blow them," Bruno said quietly out of the side of his mouth.

"I didn't blow the line."

"You wasted it." Bruno twisted up his face and put on a high-pitched mock voice, "Or you'll be sleepin' with the tunas, see?"

"I DIDN'T waste it."

"When you give that line properly, the Joe wets his britches. This guy wasn't even trembling."

"I didn't blow the line," Guido pouted.

"Did so."

"Did not."

The Pretentiousness of the High School Reunion --- --------------- -- --- ---- ------ -------

Frank Watkins pressed an intercom button. "Mary, bring us in some coffee, please, sweetcheeks?" He looked at the nervous Mr. Stanford. "Charlie, how the FUCK did you ever get into this mess?"

"I don't KNOW!" A sob burst its way out of the man's throat.

"HOW are you ever going to get out of it?"

"I will FIND a way! I will find a way, sir."

"You know, I have a feeling you might, Charlie."

Charlie looked up hopefully and blotted his eyes.

A pretty brunette assistant entered, wearing a navy micro-miniskirt and a sheer black blouse through which her hard nipples were obvious. She handed a cup of coffee to Mr. Watkins, then another cup to Charlie, then stood to the side, never meeting Charlie's eyes. Charlie frowned. Actually, she looked a great deal like--

"Life just has a way, don't you think, Charlie?"

"How-- how do you mean?"

"Well, you and Rhonda wouldn't be caught dead speaking to me back in high school. Now look at you. You're ready to shit your pants begging me to be merciful with you."

Another sob burst out of Charlie's throat.

Frank changed the subject. "Do you remember that beautiful honors student back in high school, Charlie?"

Nervous silence.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah! Yeah."

"Where do you think that promising young lady is today? Running a corporation? Interviewing celebrities? Counseling stock investments? What do you think?"

"I have ... no idea, Mr. Watkins." He glanced again at the assistant. She DID look remarkably like--

"I like that. 'Mr. Watkins.' Keep that up, Charlie. It buys you points. What would you say if I told you that that pretty little honor student is somewhere wasting all that intelligence, wasting all that potential, wasting all that promise, that she's somewhere half-nude, serving coffee for some big cock of the walk?"

Charlie stared at the assistant. There was no way. She LOOKED like Mary, but there was just no possible way that--

"What WAS that girl's name, Charlie?"

"It was Mary," the woman spoke. "Mary Hillford."

Frank sat forward. "It WAS, wasn't it. Mary Hillford. Half-naked, serving coffee for some big prick in Vegas. Who woulda thunk it?"

"You-- you can't be-- " Charlie jabbered at the woman.

Her chest as well as her face blushing, she spoke. "Believe it, Charlie."

"I just have a way with people, Charlie," Frank said, standing and walking over to Mary, then standing behind her to cup a breast and elicit a sigh.

"You-- you have a gambling problem too?" Charlie asked Mary.

"No, Charlie," she said, reaching her arms back behind her head and around Frank's neck and pushing her chest forward into his hands. "I just really, really need this." She arched her back to rub her ass against Frank's crotch. "Oh Frank!"

"Now, Charlie," Frank groped Mary's breasts through the sheer fabric, "I want you to follow my directions very closely. Your kneecaps depend on this, you might say. Mary, go strip Charlie."

"Hungh?" Charlie's voice cracked.

"Mary is going to strip you naked. Your first task is to not ejaculate on this beautiful body yet."

"But-- "

Mary walked over to Charlie, not only meeting his eyes, but staring him down now.. "Charlie, I am going to do this because Frank told me to. But if you touch me with your creepy little pecker, I am going to bite the crawly fucking thing off. Understood?"

"Mary, be polite," Frank scolded her.

Mary began removing Charlie's shirt while he sat timidly. Next came his shoes and socks. Then she had him stand, unbelted him and pulled down his pants, then his boxers.

"Charlie, you're nothing but a limp noodle down there. What's wrong? Doesn't Mary turn you on?"

"I used to dream about Mary ..." Charlie said, his voice trembling. "I would have done anything if ... if only she would have ..."

"Mary, help Charlie out, will you? Strip for him, please."

Mary stood, then pushed Charlie back into his chair. "C'mon, Charlie, get HARD for me, will you?" She slid off her blouse, then peeled out of her microskirt, leaving her in just a garter belt, hose and high heels.

She looked in disgust at his bored organ. "CHARLIE?! Don't I even make you STIFF?!"

Charlie shrugged dumbly, astonished at his own prick's laziness and disinterest.

"You're not even really a man, are you, Charlie? Not like Frank! He's ALWAYS hard! You little jello-schlonged coward!" She walked over to Frank, unzipped him, then knelt and took his rod in her mouth.

Charlie looked at his lap. Not even pretty Mary Hilford's head bobbing up and down at a man's crotch was getting him hard! What was suddenly WRONG with him?!

"Mary," Frank sighed finally, "Our little Charlie over there is going to need a little help."

"Oh, NO, Frank. DON'T make me do that!"

"Go help him get it up, will you sugar-tits?"

Mary stood and marched over to Charlie. "Charlie, you sick fucking pig!" she hissed. "You goddam get that stinking pecker of yours up. Now!"

Not even a twitch.

"Charlie, goddam you, you soft pussy! Get that thing up! Do NOT make me do this!"

"I-- I'm sorry ... Mary ... I don't know ... what ... I just ...."

"You sick fuck! You just want me to SUCK it, DON'T you! You never could get me back in high school and now you are just being a perverse limp dick to weasel me into sucking your little cock! HOW are you keeping from getting hard, you stinking shit?!"

"I-- I don't-- "

"Well, fuck (schlupp!) you, Charlie (schlupp)." Mary's head bobbed on Charlie's soft penis. "Get it (schlup) up, Charlie! (slurp) You goddam fucking pig (shshshslump)!"

"Nothing, Charlie?" Frank asked. "Just soggy oatmeal?"

Horrified, Charlie nodded vehemently.

"You're going to hurt poor Mary's feelings. Not to mention giving her a sore jaw from trying to wake the dead."

"But it's not ..."

"Tell you what, Charlie. If you can get an erection right now ... I will forgive your whole debt. On the spot. Clean and clear, the entire thing. What do you say, buddy?"

Charlie's horrified eyes went down to meet Mary's furious glaring eyes. She spit out his pecker. "Charlie! You fucking get that thing up! Now!"

Desperate, Charlie reached down and began groping at it with his own hand. "Pleeeeease!" he whined to it. "Come on, pleeease ..."

"Anything? Charlie?"

Charlie looked up silently at Frank and vigorously shook his head no, a horrified expression still on his face.

"You make me SICK!" Mary told him.

Frank shook his head sadly. "Well, that's just ..."

"No! I can get it up! I CAN!" His hand was working vigorously in his lap.

"Give it up, Charlie," Mary said, embarrassed for him now. "It's nothing more than a slack rubber band down there."

"No! It's coming! I can FEEL it!"

"Mary?"

"He's not even as stiff as mashed potatoes, Frank."

"Charlie," Frank sighed. "You disappoint me."

"But-- I don't mean-- "

"Mary."

"NO! Frank! I will NOT!"

"Mary, we need to try to help our little Charlie in any way that we can."

"NO, Frank! Not again!"

"Charlie, Mary is going to try again to help you do the impossible and get a stiffie."

"But, I can-- if you just-- "

"No, Charlie. We can safely conclude that you'll never get it up by yourself. So sad. So pathetic. Mary."

"Charlie, you PIG! I DESPISE you!" Her head went to his lap again.

Frank sat down at his desk chair and leaned back, then stared at the ceiling about two minutes. "Anything Charlie?"

"No! Not yet! But it's coming!" he said, his voice cracking.

"Charlie, think of Mary's jaw. And her tongue will get sore. Hell, you may give her chapped lips after this fiasco. What do you think? Can you get it up for Mary?"

"I'm TRYING! It was OKAY just a couple nights ago!"

Marriage Counseling 

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Frank leaned forward and pressed one of the buttons on the intercom. "Let's proceed." He looked at the pathetic man. "Charlie, you little pudding prick, my offer holds until that door opens. If you can get it up, your slate is clean. Give it a try, eh, old chap? One for the Gipper? Do it for the team?"

Charlie's face bunched up in flexed concentration.

Frank almost believed that Charlie could move matter with that look of concentration ... but apparently he could not stiffen his penis.

There was a light rapping at the door, then a couple moments later, a third man in a dark suit leaned his head in. "I have your other visitor, Mr. Watkins."

"Excellent. Charlie, our little deal ceases at this point-- "

"NOOOOOO! I can DO IT! Just give me a minute!" He grabbed the back of Mary's head and began moving it faster at his lap.

"No, Charlie, you can't. And even if you do, it won't matter now. The deal is off. Tony, please bring our other guest in now."

Tony opened the door the rest of the way and led a very pretty strawberry blonde woman in. She was perhaps in her early forties, still with very pretty eyes and pert breasts.

"RHONDA!!" Charlie said, jerking Mary's head back from his lap and pushing her away.

Rhonda's handbag dropped to the floor in shock. "CHARLIE!! What are you doing NAKED?! With that WOMAN?!"

"I can assure you, Mrs Stanford," Frank spoke calmly, "Absolutely nothing."

"CHARLIE?!"

Charlie's whole body blushed as he tried to cover his crotch with both hands. Mary stood, wiped her mouth and walked over to the side of the room, still naked except for her stockings and heels.

"Mrs Stanford -- may I call you Rhonda?" Frank stood and walked around to the woman, picking up and handing her her purse. "Rhonda, please, have a seat over here."

Rhonda allowed herself to be led and took a seat on a sofa across from her naked husband.

"Rhonda, your husband owes me a great deal of money."

Rhonda scowled at Charlie. "Exactly how MUCH money?"

"More than the two of you combined are expected to make during the rest of your lives. Needless to say, I'm not yet convinced that you two are good for the debt."

"We ... uhm ..."

"I'm also not convinced that Charlie is sincere in wanting to relieve himself of that debt."

"Why-- why is that?"

"Well, I told him that if he could just get it up, I would clear his debt entirely. I even had beautiful Mary there try to help him by sucking his cock. But ..." Frank spread his hands and sighed.

"CHARLIE?! How COULD you?!"

"Rhonda! I'm sorry! He ordered me to strip, and he ordered her to put it in her mouth. I didn't want to, but-- "

"I don't CARE about that! You wouldn't GET IT UP? Not even to clear your DEBT?! You miserable LOSER!"

"I TRIED!"

"Well, not hard enough, Charlie!"

"Pun unintended," Frank muttered.

"But--!"

"Hush, Charles," Frank told him as he walked to the far side of the sofa Rhonda was sitting on and sat down himself. "You had YOUR chance." He looked at Rhonda. "You still look fine, Rhonnie. The years since high school haven't worn away your looks at all. You're still a fine looking vixen."

She remembered Frank Watkins, remembered the drug-dealing rumors about him, the rumors about him knocking up high school sluts and then not marrying them. He had been the lowest of the low, the slimiest of the slimy. "Thank-- thank you, Frank."

Frank leaned back and crossed his legs. "What was the name of that movie? The one that had Demi Moore in it. And Robert Redford. And that Cheers guy."

"Ted Danson?" Charlie asked, and Frank scowled at him.

"I-- I remember that movie," Rhonda said quietly.

"Yeah, and Redford gave the girl, like, a million dollars, wasn't it? And she would fuck him."

Rhonda swallowed hard.

Charlie felt very vulnerable, sitting naked with his scared little shriveled penis in the castle of the enemy, the enemy troops right outside the door, the enemy devil playing sick mind games with his pretty wife.

"Yeah, that always seemed like a pragmatic way to do business," Frank said. "What did you think of it, Rhonda?"

"It-- it, uhm ..."

"Well, you had to like Robert Redford. All the women like him. Don't you, Rhonda?"

"Yes-- yes, he's an attractive man."

"Attractive? Because of his pretty bleached locks? Or because of his fat-assed wallet?"




Vegas Weekend



Rhonda took a moment trying to figure the best way to answer that. "Both," she said. "Both things make him attractive."

"You know that I thought you were pretty back in high school, Rhonda?"

"I ... suspected it."

Frank laughed. "Suspected? I suspected that every cock at the school wanted in your pants. Teachers as well as students. And maybe a couple of the cunts wanted in there too."

Rhonda just shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you consider yourself a good judge of people, Rhonnie?"

"I ... uhm ... don't know how to answer that."

"Don't worry about it. We'll come back to that in a couple minutes. Let's try this first. Rhonda, I always lusted after you back then, and you're still one sizzling fine piece of ass today. I will give you ten thousand dollars for a single kiss. Not a full fuck like in the movie, but a single kiss. You come over here and kiss me on the lips and I will forgive ten thousand of the lump you owe me.

Rhonda swallowed hard. Her eyes moved to her naked, feeble husband, the man that had run up the huge debt with his gambling problem and was sitting there naked now, hunched over, covering his shrunken penis with his hands. Then they traveled back to the devil that she knew was trying to get her to sell her soul, beginning with this one tiny piece. "I-- I-- "

Frank clapped his hands. "Before you answer that, let's start by establishing some boundaries. Let's try a question that I think you're more sure of the answer. Rhonda, if I gave you a million dollars, would you fuck me? Just one fuck, no strings attached, one million dollars."

Rhonda sighed. "No. No, I wouldn't do that, Frank."

"And why is that?"

"That's not the type of person that I am. If Charlie has run us into debt, we'll pay what we owe, but we'll pay it straight. I won't whore around for you."

"Good!" He leaned his head back. "Good answer! We've established one line that you will not cross. I respect your integrity, Rhonda. I always knew in school that you were one fine lady. Now, let's see what we can do about a line on the other side of things. A kiss. That's not nearly so serious a matter as a fuck. A kiss can be given to someone outside of marriage -- at least nowadays. We're no longer medieval, are we?" He laughed. "And let's say we're talking about fifty thousand dollars. Fifty thousand dollars for one little ten second kiss. Hell, from a business sense, that's five thousand dollars a second. That's the same rate of pay that Marlon Brando got when he made ten minutes of Superman for three million. Seems almost reasonable to me, Rhonda. What do you think?"

Rhonda stared at him, then, slowly, she leaned forward and across the sofa and placed her lips on his. She did not wrap her arms around his neck, she merely held her lips to his for ten seconds, then leaned back to her seat.

"Excellent!" Frank leaned his head back and smiled, then looked back at her. "We have a line drawn on each end of the spectrum. Now comes the fun part of seeing where they meet. Is a french kiss worth two hundred thousand dollars? Is a boob grope worth one million? How much for an ass fuck?"

"I don't think-- "

"Back to the earlier question, Rhonda. Are you a good judge of character?"

"I still don't-- "

"Let's simplify it then. Are you a good judge of your own character?"

"Do-- do I know my own self? Yes. Yes, Frank, I do."

"Good! Good!" he smiled. "Do you remember Mary Hillford from the old days?"

"What? I am not following you at all, Frank."

"Mary Hillford. Remember her?"

"Yes. Of course I remember Mary. She was valedictorian. She was accepted at that-- that journalism university, whatever one that was. She was going to be a big writer."

"That's the one. What do you think? Would she kiss me for ten thousand dollars, or would she hold out like you for a bigger purchase price?"

"Frank, I am not following where your logic is heading."

"Would she kiss me for ten thousand dollars, Rhonda? Or would she not?"

"I ... really have ... no idea."

Frank smiled. "Mary? Mary Hillford?"

The naked woman that Rhonda had first seen with her head buried in her husband's lap stepped forward from where she was trying to blend in with the wallpaper and stood beside Frank.

"Mary Hillford, do you remember Rhonda Stanford nee Davison?"

"I remember Rhonda, Frank."

"Mary, give me a kiss."

The naked woman kneeled down and planted a kiss on Frank's mouth. A moment later, her tongue entered his mouth. After a half minute, she stood back up beside him.

"Well, there you have it."

"There I have what, Frank?" Rhonda asked, still not entirely believing that this was that girl from high school. She LOOKED like Mary, but Mary had been dignified, stubborn. She would NEVER demean herself like this.

"Well, not only would Mary kiss me for ten thousand, she'd additionally french me for free."

Rhonda just stared back at him.

"Rhonda -- don't make a move until we settle this next question, please -- will you soul-kiss me for a quarter million dollars?"

Rhonda swallowed. Where DID she draw the line? Was she a whore if she kissed him like that? Or did it take a stronger action to make her a whore? Or just a lower price tag?"

"Rhonda?"

"Y- yes," she said. I will french kiss you -- and nothing more -- for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

"Splendid. We're establishing price tags." He looked over his shoulder. "Mary? Unzip me, please, hon."

Mary knelt in front of Frank, unzipped his pants, then pulled them down to his knees when he raised his butt.

"Sit on it, won't you, sugar-titties?"

Mary turned around so her ass was to Frank, widened her stance, then stepped back to straddle his legs. Positioning his cock with her fingers, she sighed and arched her back as she sank down on it.

"Mmmm, nice. Now, back to Rhonda. Is there any amount of money that would get you to do this for me?"

Rhonda watched, repulsed, as the other woman slowly bounced on Frank's cock. "No, NO amount of money will make me be a slut for you, Frank."

"And I guess an ass fuck is out of the question."

Rhonda did not even dignify that with a comment.

"How about ... a boobie grope? Bra and shirt stay on. I just pet your titties for sixty seconds through your clothes. Is that worth ten million? That's a sizable chunk of what you two owe me. Is it worth it?"

She knew this lech was trying to get her to yield her soul a piece at a time, trying to ease her into whoring herself, bit by bit.

"Rhonda?"

"Charlie, how much are you in for?"

"No, let's just set an absolute price tag on this. You know that your debt is more than ten million and less than a hundred million. And I'll raise the bid to twenty million. If you let me grope your titties for one minute, I will give you twenty million. That COULD be everything that you owe me. Hell, it could be that it pays off your entire debt, and I OWE YOU ten million!

"So ... what's the answer, Rhonda?"

Several seconds passed in silence. "Yes," she finally said softly. "For twenty million you can feel my breasts for one minute."

"Great! Do you see how easy it is to do business, Rhonda? We make a GREAT team. Now one last offer." He paused, shutting his eyes and grunting as he shot his load inside Mary. She slowed, then stopped, then stood and walked back to the wall.

Frank opened his eyes and looked at Rhonda. "One last offer. I will forgive all the rest of your debt -- this could be worth eighty million, Rhonda. I will forgive all the remainder of your debt if you put my cock in your mouth for sixty seconds. You don't have to make me cum -- hell, I'm already spent after Mary here -- you don't have to swallow. All you have to do is hold me in your mouth for sixty seconds. And you and Charlie walk out of here in the free and clear. Quite a deal, don't you think, Rhonda?"

Rhonda just sat and stared at the demon trying to weasel corruption out of her.

"See, I'm trying to just get what I can. We've already established that you're not about to fuck me for any amount of money. And, if I'm right, I also couldn't pay you enough to grope your naked breast."

"No. I don't THINK so!"

"See? I'm a good judge of character. And you've already claimed to be a good judge of your own character. So, what is it?"

Several more silent moments passed. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I will do it. In return for a cleaned debt. AND you never permit Charlie to play any of the games in your casino ever again."

"Wonderful! A counter offer. That is no problem. And we have lines! I feel so much more comfortable with gentle reassuring lines. In return for the fifty thousand dollars and the twenty million dollars and the nulling out of your debt and the preventing Charlie from ever playing in my casino, you will french kiss me for sixty seconds, let me feel your breast through your shirt for sixty seconds, and hold my cock in your mouth for sixty seconds."

"Yes. That is what I will do. Is it a deal?"

"And a naked boobie grope is wholly out of the question, let alone a naked pussy grope. A blowjob doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell, and a full fledged fuck is utterly out of the question. And, God forbid, an anal fuck is simply unthinkable."

"Stop playing games with me. Is it a deal?"

"I'm not playing games, Rhonda. Will you do any of these latter things for me? For any amount of money whatsoever?"

Several seconds passed, and she realized it was a serious question. "No. There is no way I ill do any of those things. No way, Frank."

"It's a deal, then!" He slapped his thigh. "I'm gonna kiss ole' Rhonda Davison! And I'm uh-gonna ... touch her titties! And then ... and then ... she's uh-gonna take me in her mouth!"

"Stop taunting me, Frank. This is a business deal. Nothing more. Let's get it over with."

"Hold on just a sec." Frank pulled off his shoes, then his pants, then leaned back in the corner of the sofa, a new erection already stiffening. "Okay! Come plant your big old smooch on daddy's hungry lips, Rhonda."

Rhonda scowled, then stood and stepped towards him. She pointed an index finger at him. "No touching. Sixty seconds of kissing with tongue. The deal includes nothing more."

"Exactly," Frank grinned.

Rhonda bent over and leaned in, careful not to let his penis touch her. After swallowing distastefully, she placed her lips to his. This was so repulsive that she didn't know how she'd go through with the other two parts of the deal. Slowly, she inserted her tongue into his mouth.

Oh.

Oh, WOW!

A ripple of thrills moved from his tongue into hers, then spread out to her lips.

OhGOD!

His tongue entered her mouth in return, and she sucked on it, sliding her lips, charged with erotic energy, full erogenous zones now, back and forth on his tongue. She jumped slightly as it felt like her tongue was orgasming! Then it spread to her lips! Then to her throat!

Oh ... fucking ... WOW!

"Nnngh?" she murmured as she felt Frank break off that delightful kiss and she tried to refocus her eyes. She realized she was laying on her back on the sofa. Frank, who had moved on top of her -- touching her with his penis, she realized now! -- was standing up.

"What?" she murmured, confused

"I know, I know," Frank said. "We agreed for sixty seconds, and I only took thirty."

Thirty seconds?! She felt all THAT in thirty seconds?!

"But I want to share my wonderful discovery."

She was still sweeping the erotic cobwebs out of her brain. "Share?"

"Mary!" Frank said, looking to the side of the room. "You gotta try some of this!"

Share? Mary? He had only kissed her for thirty seconds. And now he wanted to share the other thirty ... with Mary. With MARY?!

"Frank!" She sat up and saw Mary in front of her as she got her eyes to focus. "I am NOT bisexu-- mmmmphth!"

Mary shut her up with a french kiss.

The same thrills, the same spreading orgasm slowly zinged through her. It was just starting to crest when she felt Mary part lips with her.

"Don't stop again ..." she heard herself mutter.

"I always wanted to do that ..." Mary whispered. "To mouth-fuck you with my tongue, Rhonda. Since high school."

"You ... you really ARE Mary, aren't you?"

Mary just smiled and nodded her head, then slid back to her place standing in front of the wall.

Frank clapped his hands, his erection hanging out in front of him. How the hell did he get so hard again so fast?

"Well! THAT was delightful!" he smiled. He grabbed a towel, then stepped towards Rhonda, who was still recomposing after her experience kissing the two of them.

"First of all, stand up."

Rhonda stood.

Frank spread a towel out where she had been sitting. "Okay, you can sit back down now."

She looked questioningly at him.

"You looked like you were going to make a spot. You already have a little wet spot on the front of your skirt, and I didn't want you to stain my expensive sofa with your sex juices."

"Frank! I do NOT!" She looked at the front of her skirt, and, actually, she did.

"Sit, Rhonnie. We're ready to earn you twenty million."

Rhonda sat. "Okay, Frank. By the rules. You can feel my breasts through my bra and blouse. Sixty seconds. No more." She sat on the towel and held her arms back, unintentionally puffing out her chest.

Frank sat beside her and unceremoniously grabbed her boob.

The tingling, the dancing, spreading orgasms, started at her nipple, then flowed and zinged around her breast, following his fingertips like iron filings following a magnet.

"Oh GOD!" she gasped.

"That's my girl." He treated her to forty-five seconds of the sensations, then spoke. "Rhonda! Do you see what I see?"

"Ngh?" she asked vaguely from a great erotic distance.

"Look at Charlie, Rhonda."

She focused her eyes on her useless lump of a husband. The incompetent slug that had run up a tremendous debt, forcing her to do ... do these THINGS .. to get it paid off.

"Rhonnie ... he's getting HARD!"

Rhonda squinted her eyes and peered at her husband's crotch, which he was trying to cover with his hands.

"Charlie?!" She raised her eyebrows.

Charlie sat tensely, covering his groin with his hands.

"Charlie! You ARE! You're getting HARD!"

"I ... uhm ..." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You're getting HARD! Watching your wife get GROPED!"

Charlie shrugged again.

"THIS turns you ON, Charlie?!" she screamed.

"I ... uhm ..." Another shrug.

"I can't BELIEVE you, Charlie!" she said, standing up, then stepping over to stand in front of Frank. She sat back down on the couch between Frank's legs, his penis touching her back, then pulled Frank's hands up from behind her and placed them both on her breasts.

"Maybe a DOUBLE grope will get you DOUBLE hard, Charlie!"

Indeed, the head of Charlie's pecker strained up from behind his hands.

"It DOES, Charlie! I can't BELIEVE you're GETTING OFF on watching your WIFE get GROPED!"

Charlie just shrugged again, his whole body blushing.

"Well, maybe THIS will get you even MORE excited, Charlie!" She pulled Frank's hands from her boobs, unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then unsnapped and removed her bra, and returned Frank's hands to her bare titties.

Frank smiled from ear to ear.

"Does THIS get you even HARDER, you little TURD?! Hmmm?! Where was your goddam erection when it could have paid off our debt and kept me from having to go through all this?! You could have kept your wife from having to DO these horrible degrading things, Charlie!"

Charlie pulled his hands back to fully expose his enthusiastic erection. What it lacked in length it made up for in eagerness. It looked like a four foot midget, standing on its tiptoes, stretching, straining, trying to see the parade past he tall people standing in front of it.

"You don't even have a cock of your own, you little scumbag turd! You have to borrow Frank's, don't you?!"

Frank's hands caressed and massaged her breasts.

"Well," she said, leaning back against Frank's chest, his caresses relaxing her, making those little orgasms take over her body. "Well you just watch then, you impotent little peeping ... mmmmmm ... tom ..."

She closed her eyes and just let herself feel Frank's hands on her, feel the sensations they were giving her. Ohgod!

She opened her eyes again and saw Charlie three feet away, leering at her and Frank.

Well, let him. She was feeling far too good to let him spoil this experience.

After another minute, Frank whispered to her, "I think our sixty seconds are up, Rhonda."

"You don't ..." She reached her arms up behind her to wrap them around Frank's neck. "You really don't ... have to stop, Frank ... mmmmmmm ..."

"Well, we need to move on to the third part of the deal. And you need to watch yourself."

"Watch ... myself? ... Why? ..." Frank's hands were still bringing magnificent tingles to her breasts.

"Don't you remember, my little slut? No amount of money could make you let me touch your bare breasts."

She leaned her head back to tongue his neck. "I'm not a slut, Frank. And I'm just being ... generous to you."

"Hmmmm ... generous?"

"Yeah ..." she smiled

"Well," Frank said, taking his hands from her bosom. "We need to move on to the third part." He stood, forcing her to stand as well.

As she stepped forward so Frank could move from behind her, she came closer to Charlie than she wanted to be. "Ugh! Get away!" she said, swatting at his straining woody, but he jumped back before she could successfully whack him.

"I'd like ..." Frank said from behind her, and she turned to face him, still topless. He handed her a box. "I'd like you to put this on and wear it during our third part."

Rhonda took the box from him and opened it. It contained a pair of black four inch heels, a turquoise garter belt, and hose.

"You ... want me to wear ... THIS?"

Frank nodded.

"I'd be ... exposing ... my ... my pussy to you, Frank."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Weeeellll ... you've already gotten a good gander at my boobies ... so I guess my bare pussy wouldn't be all that much worse ..."

"You did, of course, swear that nothing in the world could ever make you show your pussy to me, Rhonda."

"Weeellll ..." she smiled, "... a girl's got a right to change her mind. Do you want to see it? My pussy ... I mean."

She held her breath, hopeful.

"Do you want to show it to me?"

Rhonda swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. "Where ... do I change?" she whispered.

Frank smiled. "Use that room over behind Mary there."

Charlie waited until Rhonda was in the room and had closed the door, then burst with exuberance. "Oh, MAN! You've got her baring her BOOBS and letting you FEEL HER UP! Oh man oh MAN!" He pressed his fists into his own crotch and rubbed them there. "Oh man oh MAN!"

Frank raised his eyebrows. "Careful there, little monkey, or you'll hurt something down there."

"Oh MAN! Oh MAN!"

A minute later, Rhonda opened the door and stepped out, wearing nothing but the heels, hose and garter belt. Her pussy was strawberry blonde too.

"Oh, MAN! OHMAN!" Charlie pressed hard, grinding his fists in his crotch. "Grrrkh!" he finally groaned, having pressed too hard, then fell over on the floor, making little vomiting sounds.

"Oh, GOD!" Mary exclaimed, disgusted. "Charlie, you spineless little piss-scum! If you put vomit on this floor, I am going to make you LICK it off! I'm WARNING you!"

Rhonda looked in Frank's eyes. "Do ... you like?" she whispered.

"Step over here, bitch."

Rhonda stepped to him.

He reached behind her, gripping and squeezing her upper thigh and buttocks. "You'll do," he pronounced. "Well?"

Rhonda had hoped for a better reaction than that. She was used to inspiring men to fall over their own feet just by smiling at them. Frank's response was ... needless to say ... lukewarm. "Well what, Frank?"

"Well, let's get to it. On your knees. Take me in your mouth. The whole shebang. But-- "




Vegas Weekend



Rhonda swallowed, her mouth watering in anticipation. "But ... what, Frank?"

"You got a little out of control during part two, wouldn't you agree, Rhonda? The deal was that I would feel your clothed boob for sixty seconds. We went a lot longer than sixty seconds, and you were stripping out of your blouse, out of your bra, just making a real scene of yourself."

Rhonda blushed crimson.

"And after swearing that nothing could make you do those things. I was really disappointed."

"I'm SORRY, Frank," she said, a pleading tone in her voice.

"You've got to remember, Rhonda. You were my high school dream! My lady on a pedestal! So, PLEASE ... a little more lady-like, hmmm?"

"ANYTHING, Frank," she sank to her knees and stared at his erection. "Just anything ..."

Frank nodded, and she opened her mouth and took his cock inside.

Ohgod!

The TASTE!

It must be traces of his jism from where he'd fucked Mary, but WOW! She started licking and tonguing it, eagerly, then furiously, trying to lap up the taste! Oh fuck!

After a few moments, his pubic hair kept going up her nose as her head bounced on his prick, deep-throating him with each descent. She had no idea how she was able to take him in so deep -- usually anything more than just the head made her gag -- but she didn't fucking CARE! She NEEDED that cock as far inside her a she could get it!

All too soon, Frank spoke. "Well, that's sixty seconds, Rhonda. I sure do appreci-- "

Rhonda seized his buttocks in an iron grip with her hands and continued to impale her throat with his cock, desperate to get to the juicy climax.

"Oh, my! Rhonda! You really are quite good at this. You could be a professional cocksucker, you know. I always thought of you as a proper innocent -- where did you learn this slutty art?

Shame washed over her, but she didn't CARE! This just felt too GOOD! She couldn't even imagine how good it was going to be when Frank squirted slime down her throat!

"Mary, you should experience the suction power she's giving!"

"Maybe I could use her over here, then, Frank. This little pig turd DID just vomit. But the idea of making him lick it all up and swallow it back down just disgusts me because I know how much he's going to get off on it."

"Charlie ... Charlie ...." Frank sighed. "You'll be delighted to hear that your wife is determined to finish this blowjob and swallow."

Charlie pressed his crotch hard, then retched again.

"Oh, come on, Frank. He's made enough of a mess already!"

Frank grunted, and Rhonda felt his ass cheeks clench, and she KNEW it was coming ... COMING .... Jism filled her mouth, and she swallowed load after load, saving the last mouthful to swirl around on her tongue and let it run down her chin to show Frank what a nasty girl she was. The kind of girl that Frank liked.

She sat back on her butt, spread her legs and started frigging herself in front of him. "I'm your fucking WHORE, Frank! I'll do ANYTHING you want! ANYTHING! ANY TIME!"

Frank laughed and looked at Mary, and Rhonda glanced that way too. Mary was sitting on a chair, looking bored, the heel of her shoe sunk up inside Charlie's rectum. Charlie was on his hands and knees, ass high in the air, tongue lapping up the lunch he'd just vomited up. Weak pig!

"Rhonda," Frank sighed. "I thought you said you were a good judge of your own character. I thought you said you wouldn't whore for me."

"I AM your whore now, Frank. I'm your sexed up hoooooorny SLUT!"

"And you said that a blowjob didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell, that an anal fuck was simply unthinkable."

Rhonda's eyes lit up. "YES! Fuck me UP THE ASS, Frank! She scrambled to a doggie position and wriggled her ass for him. "FUCK MY ASS, Frank! PLEASE!"

"Well," Frank shrugged. "What the lady wants ...."

The Cheerleader Slut Clique --- ----------- ---- ------

(Two weeks before the main story)

Nicole Haversley swallowed hard. How had it come to this? HOW had she run up a half million dollar gambling debt?

"Remember the old days, Nicole?" Frank Watkins was leaning back in his chair, puffing a cigar.

Nicole remembered. She remembered how the whole school had envied her and the other cheerleaders. She remembered how Frank had been a virtual leper -- touch him, and you'll sink beneath the waves of sewage too.

"You know ... I used to think you were pretty, Nicole." Then the sonofabitch had the gall to LEER at her, to imply that one way out of her financial troubles would be to-- ugh! No way!

"Never. NEVER in a MILLION years! As a matter of fact, I will be talking to my LAWYER!" She started to stand.

"Never say never, Nicole. Why, just a few months ago, I had one of your friends in here, and she ate those same words." He smiled, "Right along with my jism."

"Pig!" she glared at him. "You might be able to intimidate some-- "

Frank leaned forward and pressed the intercom. "Hey, slutcheeks! Drag that whale belly o' yours out here, will ya?"

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Rhonda had made sure that her hair was just right, that her makeup was just the way Frank liked. She was wearing her black four inch heels and had a sheer black scarf tied loosely around her waist. She had been squeezing her nipples -- like they really needed perking up! She had been a whoring sex machine for months now! Her boobs had gotten SO much bigger in the last few weeks! She might not even need to get a boob job if they stayed this size.

She stepped out into Frank's office to answer his call, lust dancing in her eyes, her boobs and pregnant belly hanging out naked, her shaven pussy hidden only by the sheer scrap of material.

Nicole nearly had a conniption. "Rhonda?! Rhonda Davison?!"

"Oooooh!" Rhonda sighed, drinking in the shock she was eliciting from her old co-cheerleader friend from high school. "I am SO fucking HORNY for you, Frank!"

"You see, Nicole?" Frank taunted her. "Rhonda was in the same shoes as you just a few months ago. NOW look at her!"

Rhonda looked Nicole in the eyes. "You're gonna give him your asshole before the day is up!" she predicted with a giggle.

"I will NEVER-- "

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The two pretty women had put on their FU cheerleading costumes, and over an hour's time had stripped back out of them again.

"WHY am I DOING these things?!" Nicole kept asking until she was simply too horny to care. Now she was in doggy stance, begging Frank to fuck her up her ass while Rhonda cheered her on.

"Well ... what the lady wants ...."

Friday ------

Hop on the Bus --- -- --- ---

(Friday early afternoon)

"Do we have everyone?" Jim Keegan asked, turning around to see if he could account for the entire party.

A useless wave of "I'm here"s flooded over his ears.

"Okay, okay," he said holding up his hands. "I'm just going to get confused here unless we do this sensibly. Hush, hush. Everyone quiet." He counted off one finger. "First, there's my family. My loving wife Denise?"

"I'm here, honey." Denise had dark, shoulder-length hair, large beautiful brown eyes and kept her curvaceous figure with weekly aerobics. Oh, yeah, and C-cups.

"My daughter and incisive political leader Kim?"

The pretty light brown-haired girl had a sharp mind hidden behind large, innocent-looking eyes and had a smile that could light up a room. "I'm here, Daddy. But I haven't been elected president yet. I need to graduate college first."

"And my brilliant son Bobby?"

"Here, Dad." Eighteen, fit, dark brown hair. Religious, moral, a gentleman. Oh yeah, can you believe a virgin?

He counted off a second finger. "Then there's the party accompanying me. My secretary and right-hand person, Annie?"

"I'm here, Jim." Wow. Brownish blonde hair, pert C-cups and a mischievous smile.

He counted off a third finger. "Then there's Kim's accompaniment. That would be her friend and dorm roommate, Michelle?"

"I'm here, Mr. Keegan." Blonde hair to her waist, remarkably thin for her D-cups.

He counted off a fourth finger. "Bobby's accompaniment. That would be his girlfriend Jessica?"

"Here, Mr. Keegan," she answered, squeezing Bobby's hand. Brown hair to her shoulder blades and that clean, freshly-scrubbed look to her face. Other girls hated her for it. Her A-cups gave them a sense of justice to the universe (yes, there is a fair God) and a place to vent their jealousy.

"Good. And her mother, Tina?"

"Present and accounted for, Jim," the pretty strawberry blonde mother smiled. If her daughter were an "8", she would be an "11". Despite her light hair, her eyelashes and eyebrows were dark, making her pretty eyes look naturally lined.

"Good." He counted out his fifth finger, his thumb. "Finally, there's our educational accompaniment. That would be Mrs Pittman?"

"I'm here, Mr. Keegan."

He looked at her. "And you're doing all right?"

Patricia Pittman laid her hands on her pregnant belly. "We're both doing just fine. Thanks." Thick brown hair and B-cups turned C-cups, nearly D-cups.

"Good. And finally, our other educational accompaniment, young Mrs McCloud."

"Here, Mr. Keegan," she smiled brightly. Blonde hair, sunny smile, perky disposition. Too perky.

"Good! That's all of us. Shall we board the plane, then, folks?"

Denise smiled tolerantly. There was a much quicker way to account for everyone in the group -- just counting from one to ten, for instance -- but her husband loved to put on his "Let's say I'm from Missouri" persona. After pulling off the organizing of this whole trip, though, dealing with all the bureaucracy and scheduling annoyances, he had earned the right to pose in the limelight a little.

Jim led them to the lady at the podium, where everyone presented their tickets for her inspection, then they boarded the plane. Jim had gotten their seats together in a group: the two teachers and Tina Davison sat in one row; Bobby with his girlfriend Jessica and sister Kim in another row; Denise, Jim's secretary Annie and Jessica's roommate Michelle in a third row; and Jim like a gentleman had volunteered to be odd one out and sit behind the rest of the group.

The seed that started this trip was Bobby getting sick with the stomach flu and missing his senior trip to Las Vegas. He had moped around until Denise and Jim decided to do a family trip as a make-up. Bobby was thrilled and, of course, invited his girlfriend and her parents, though her father had a business trip and was unable to make it. Kim had, of course, invited her dorm roommate. Jim's secretary Annie had never been to Vegas and practically invited herself. Then one of Bobby's teachers that had also caught the stomach flu that had been going around, Joan McCloud, had also practically invited herself and talked Mrs Pittman into coming despite her pregnancy.

So here they were, party of ten, bound for Las Vegas, excitement and adventure! They had arrangements at the Jewel of the Desert hotel. The Jewel maintained several pools of dolphins that high school classes would visit to learn about the marine mammals. Denise already knew that would be the most interesting part of the trip for her.

"This is going to be one HECK of a weekend!" Bobby prophetically declared cheerfully when they all got settled in their seats, and the others laughingly agreed with him. Little did they know ....

While they waited for the rest of the passengers to board and for the engines to start up, Annie tapped Kim on the shoulder. "How are things going with you and Darren these days?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm not seeing him anymore, Annie."

"Really? You seemed like a pretty good match that night I met him."

"He ... uhm ..." she turned around and leaned back, dropping her voice to a whisper. "He got ... weird. We went to the beach one day, and he was taking photos of me, and he kept trying to get me to take my top off and let him take a picture."

"Oh, my."

"He even got pushy about it. So I dropped him that very day. I don't need to put up with that kind of behavior."

"That IS rather coarse," her mother added to the conversation. "Kim and I talked, and if Kim is going to be a senator or even president one of these days, she certainly doesn't need lower-class people putting pressure on her to do degrading and compromising things like that."

"How did he react to that?" Annie asked.

"How else would he react?" Kim answered, "He apologized profusely and insisted that he really just wasn't himself that day. But if that kind of behavior is inside him ... I mean, I know that all men are like that to some extent -- but if he can't even keep that under control, well, he just isn't for me."

"Good for you, girl," Annie said.

From her window seat, Kim's friend Michelle had been writing in her journal and asked, "How do you spell 'desert', as in 'Jewel of the Desert'? One 's' or two?"

"There's a memory trick," Kim answered. "Desserts will make you stressed."

Michelle smiled. "Oh, I get it. So it's one 's'."

"Mm-hmm."

The pilot started the engines, then proceeded through a twenty minute taxi through the queue until he could take off. Less than three hours later, they landed in the City of Gambling.

The Blarney Stone --- ------- -----

(Friday early evening)

They unboarded the plane, then Jim led the group towards the Rent-a-Car booths. Bobby had taken Mrs Pittman's luggage and was carrying it for her while Jessica hung back with the two of them.

"What a gentleman," Jessica whispered to her boyfriend.

"He sure is," Mrs Pittman added. "You don't see a whole lot of that today."

"Well, I just don't think that a pregnant lady should have to carry her own bags."

"You need to hang onto this one, Jessica," Mrs Pittman told the younger girl.

"I already know that," she said.

Bobby just blushed.

"Oh, my! You look so near, dear!" an old woman walked up and began speaking to Mrs Pittman. "You must be eight months along."

"Yes, I am," Mrs Pittman sighed, knowing what was coming next.

The old woman's hand moved directly to Mrs Pittman's belly and rubbed around. "Oh, I just LOVE children!"

"I'm sure that you do. We need to be going, though. Our party is -- "

"Oh, surely, dear. I understand. Now you take care of that little one!"

"Yes, of course I will."

"I HATE that," Mrs Pittman sighed when the old lady was out of earshot.

"The attention?" Jessica asked, confused.

"The people groping my belly like it's a public accessible object instead of a part of MY body. My PERSONAL body. They think they can just touch and rub and-- and it's MY belly. She didn't even ASK before she did it. And then she orders me to do the obvious, 'You take care of that little one,' like I might NOT?"

"I didn't realize-- "

"I'm sorry. I never realized how rude it was before I became pregnant myself. And the two of you are just receiving an earful because-- because I'm in a bad mood about it. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Mrs Pittman," Bobby told her. "I can imagine what it would be like if everyone thought they had the right to come up and put their hands on your abdomen."

Mrs Pittman chuckled. "Like they think it's some good luck charm that they can come up and rub and then make a wish."

That set Jessica off to giggling, and soon all three were chuckling.

"What are you three so happy about?" Denise asked when they caught up with the rest of the party.

"Just laughing at the presumptuousness of people," Bobby told her.

"Well, your father has gotten the keys to two rental cars. Do you feel up to driving one?"

"Sure, mom."

"Then let's go find the jewel in this desert."

Make a New Plan ---- - --- ----

(Friday evening)

The two vehicles arrived at the hotel by 9:30 P.M., then the group ported their luggage to the welcome counter to check in. It went fairly quickly. Denise and Jim were in one room; the two schoolteachers in another; Jessica and her mother Tina in a third; Jim's secretary Annie and Kim's roommate Michelle in a fourth; and Bobby and Kim rounded out the party in the fifth.

Jim had initially planned to room with Bobby so there would be only same-sex pairings. However, everyone paired up naturally except for Annie and Denise then, and Denise did not relish spending the weekend with Annie. There was nothing specifically wrong with her -- Denise just did not find herself comfortable with the gabby young woman. Smalltalk always seemed forced between the two. So Denise had exerted her veto, rationalizing that Bobby and Kim were brother and sister and could share a room without sacrificing each other's privacy. And Michelle could see how she fared rooming with Annie.

The hotel clerk lowered his voice to Jim. "You guys might want to try the new games in the Avocado room. Our vendor just delivered them this morning, and folks have been saying how much fun they are to play. Lots of money going out there too." He leaned closer and dropped his voice to a loud whisper. "Insider's tip: that's how the casino and hotel make their money. They let folks win on the new games until they become popular, then lower the win-rate to something that makes money. So have at them while you can."

"Thanks for the tip," Jim told him.

Meanwhile, a bellhop came up and asked Kim if he could carry her bags.

"No, thanks. I have them just fine."

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered and wandered off.

"Creep," Kim muttered to Michelle. "He's been ogling me since we walked in."

"I don't know. I think he's kind of cute."

"Not with manners like that. He was trying to look down my blouse when I bent over to pick up my bags."

"Well, let's go, group," Jim announced.

They wheeled their luggage to the elevators, then rode up to the eighth floor and got off. "Well," Jim said, yawning, "I'm off to bed. Any of you night owls can play some of the games down on the first floor, but I don't think I'm going to be staying awake much longer. Good night."

Bobby and Kim unlocked their door and entered while the others did likewise. Both unloaded their suitcases into the closets and drawers, then Bobby started brushing his teeth.

"I think I'm going to go down and try a couple games," Kim told him as he spit.

"I'm not. I'm too bushed. Don't be too late."

"I won't," she smiled, taking her keycard. She headed across the hall and knocked on Michelle's door.

"Come on! Let's go try some GAMBLING!" she said when Michelle opened the door.

"You got it, girl! Annie, would you like to come?"

"Yes! Definitely! I've never bet at a casino before!"

The three ladies headed downstairs, at first just walking around, dazzled by the lights and sounds.

"This is FUN!" Annie spoke up after a couple minutes. "I'm going to try my luck at this one for a while."

Kim watched while Michelle tried a different one, a table video game called "Fisherman's Delight." She pressed a button to start these little fish lighting up around the fisherman. Then she pressed the button again, and five fish settled into his net. Different wins were paid out depending on the patterns of the five caught fish.

After a couple minutes, Kim wanted to play herself, so wandered over to the next table, which was also "Fisherman's Delight."

She caught three guppies and two other fish the first time, which paid back a nickel token. Next she got two goldfish and assorted others, which paid back a dime. Soon, she was playing round after round, winning just enough to keep her going.

Don't Be Coy ----- -- ---

(Friday late evening)

After an hour, Kim looked up and saw what time it was. She could scarcely believe she had been playing the game so long. There seemed to be a pattern to the fish lighting up before they entered the fisherman's net, and if she concentrated hard enough, she could tune into that. She was already ahead by almost ten dollars in tokens. Proud of herself, she tried to focus on those patterns and win some more.

The next time she looked up, it was 1:00 A.M. The bellhop that had tried to carry her bags was sitting beside her.