1 comments/ 6182 views/ 0 favorites Vegas Baby By: jazzysoul She walks down the sidewalk, swaying slightly almost as if in a daze. Her eyes are glazed over and she seems barely there. People step aside as they continue on their way, barely even paying attention to her. Her breathing is labored, and erratic. Her makeup is smeared on her face, the results of many tears streaking down her pretty cheek. "What a difference, a day makes," she sings softly, as she brushes against a car, as she walks. "Twenty four little hours." She feels eyes on her, but she ignores them. They don't matter. Nothing else matters to her now. Those times were gone. Her sympathy for others, her caring of what people thought were gone, having been replaced with a numbness that went from the surface of her needle marked skin, to the depths of her soul. She stops at a building and leans against the wall. Her hands, instinctively go to her belly without even thinking. They hovered there for a moment, before she withdrew them, and put them in her jacket pockets. How long would it be, she wonders, before she stops rubbing her stomach? Before she puts the past day's events out of her head? Before she can forget? What would happen if she could not move forward? Is moving forward an option, or would she be doomed to a life of self-flagellation for her many sins, and most importantly her most recent egregious one? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, the tagline says. "If only that were true." she whispers, to no one in particular. No matter what the tourism department wanted her to think, she would never be able to rid herself of the memories of what happened. A hundred and fifty years would not erase 24 hours. She would grow up, and have more children, she was sure. Maybe even five, but she would always wonder what could have been. What would have been. She would blame herself, whether or not that was warranted. If she hadn't drank, would things have ended differently? If she hadn't been a sorry loser fucking junkie, would that have changed things? Would she get another chance, or had she lost her chance to be a mother? She drops to her knees and looks up, seeing a giant neon cross, and the words SALVATION. "God help me!" she croaks, tears streaming down her face, as she is on her knees, arms outstretched. She closes her eyes and falls back on the cold sidewalk, arms still stretched out. After a few moments she opens them, and sees nothing. She sits up, and looks at the building in front of her, and sees just a casino. She looks around and wonders if her mind is finally going away. She has so many questions to be answered, and they eat at her very being. She draws her arms in, and folds them across her stomach, wishing that someday she would be able to feel a life growing inside her again. And praying to God that this next one would live long enough for her to look into it's eyes, and whisper it's name. She had the name picked out and everything. Deborah Vegas. To remind her always, of the day she went into Vegas a 'sorry loser fucking junkie' and came out a winner. The house of life loses, and she wins. For once in her life. Deborah was gonna change things. She now had a reason to live. A reason to rise up out of the drugs and sex and alcohol that had ruined her life since she was little. Everything was gonna work out, she told her self. Now she never wanted to remember Vegas again. Nine months of happiness and anticipation all went to hell during three hours on the operating table. They hadn't said that drugs or alcohol played a part in her baby having been still born, but she would never be able to separate that thought from her mind. Every waking hour, of every day that she lived she would know in her heart that she had killed her child. What kind of forgiveness was there for that? What kind of absolution could she possibly receive for such a heinous crime? Women all over the world are suffering because they can't have children, and now she gets one and what happens? She kills it through excess and self medication. Always being selfish, even to a fault. All her life she had followed a certain path of self-destruction, and now it had reached it's destructive grip out to that which was most precious. Now she couldn't help but think she would never get out of her rut. What did she have to motivate herself? A family that had disowned her? A boyfriend who took off as soon as he found out she was pregnant -- but only after he realized he couldn't get any 'pregnant ass' from her? Neighbors who had looked at her with disdain at the fact that she was a single mother to be. She could only imagine the whispers from them once they find out that her baby had not lived. As she sits on the sidewalk, back to the wall she realizes that she would get over this, as hard as that is to imagine. She has to. It is either get over it, or die. And as appealing as death looks right now, she's sober enough to realize that it wasn't the answer. She closes her eyes and says a little prayer to the God she has forsaken all these years before. The God whose name she had mentioned a mere five minutes before for the first time in six years. Wondering if God would forgive her for all that she had done, and for putting her child in harms way, and ultimately leading to Deborah's death. She is tired of living everything according to how she wanted. Maybe it is time to let someone else help. "It's up to you now God. You better be for real, cause I got nothing left to try." She sighs and opens her eyes. She gets up and brushes off some dirt that is on the back of her jeans. She puts her hands in her jacket pocket and makes her way back to her motel. Back to her life. Back to a new life, unsure of what waits for her. Vegas Baby!! Setting: Night club, downtown Vegas. Summer, warm, near midnight. I walk out of the casino after just losing my ass at the poker tables. I wander into the dance club to get a drink and hopefully change my luck. Bartender hands me my beer and I flip him my last $10 chip with an "Oh well, easy come, easy..." when I notice that he is not even looking at me. I turn to see what has his attention but catch nothing but a mass of bodies gyrating on the dance floor. I turn back to the bar and take a long swig when I notice her. Just a glimpse, in the mirror behind the bar, a flash of brunette tresses and gorgeous red lips. I snap my head back around and again and am blinded by a forest of bodies packed too closely together. I think to myself, I must be losing my mind as fast as my money as my eyes scan the crowd. The music stops briefly as the DJ changes up records and the fickle crowd starts to disperse. I see her, I think, as people keep moving across in front of me as I try to move forward onto the dance floor. I spot her standing at a table at the edge of the dance floor, sipping a straw through ruby lips. She's talking with apparent girlfriends, laughing and disappointingly, kissing the neck of some guy who seems to be more interested in the television then her. She tries to pull him on the dance floor to no avail, and playfully pouts as she is dismissed. She turns her back to him, chewing on her drink straw, when she notices me standing in the middle of the dance floor, watching her. She smiles as she averts her gaze and then slowly looks back again. I smile, nodding towards her with a small wave. She laughs and turns back to her table, unintentionally giving me a delicious view of her tight round little ass wrapped in baby blue fleece shorts. Then the unmistakable beat drops as Freek-a-leek starts to play. She reaches for her date's hand, trying to pull him to the dance floor with her, even playfully shaking her titties at him to pry his attention away from the TV. With a flick of the wrist, and a look of "your loss," she begins to move into the crowd that is quickly filing back in. She has her back to me, her hands holding her hair up off her neck before letting it cascade down to ther shoulders, her ass swinging side to side with the beat as she steps backwards towards me. I move to her, gliding through the crowd, before coming up behind her quietly. She spins towards me, slinging her hair around as her barely contained tits end up against my chest. She looks startled at first, but then grins as she starts to bounce to the beat, rubbing her fleece top against my open shirt. The crowd now packed around us, she looks up at me, mouthing the words "how ya like it daddy" as we begin to grind against each other to the pulsating rhythm. My hands dropping near her waist without touching her as she spins and backs her gorgeous ass up against my bulging crotch. She bends over to the front, glancing back over her shoulder at me through the strands of hair draped across her face, my hips thrusting forward against her perfectly rounded ass. She turns back to face me, her hands now on either side of my waist as she grinds down my leg slowly. She licks her full luscious lips as she works her way back up as the song ends, before smiling slyly and saying "bye, bye." I watch as she turns and heads back through the crowd towards her table. Dumbfounded by what just happened, I head back to the bar for a much needed drink. The bartender slides me a beer saying this one's on him as he chuckles. "Nice work out there" he tells me, apparently having enjoyed the show. I thank him and take a drink as I feel a hand brush across my back. I look over my shoulder only to see my latina princess walking by, glancing back, and motioning for me to follow her. I slide away from the bar, picking my way through the crowd, my eyes glued on her swinging hips. She pauses as she reaches a door marked employees only, and nods her head for me to follow her through. I catch her hand before the door closes and pull her back to me. She pivots towards me and our lips meet immediately. Our kiss, hot and passionate, hungry for each other. I nibble and suck at her pouty bottom lip, before slipping my tongue into her warm wet mouth. Her head tilts back as I begin to lick the soft sweaty flesh of her neck, finding her earlobe with my lips, sucking firmly on it. Her hands slide down my smooth chest, working their way to my bulging crotch. She begins to stroke up and down the rock hard protrusion threatening to burst through my pants, before grabbing at my belt, undoing the buckle. I look behind her, seeing an employee bathroom, and guide her to it, my pants halfway opened by her eager hands. We enter the single stall as I grab her hands and hold them above her head against the wall, kissing her open mouth quickly as I tease at her lips. She pants and gasps for air as she tries to kiss me back, as I hold her wrists with one hand. My free hand reaching down to lift her top over her absolutely gorgeous tits. She moans as my hand grips her firm breast, mashing her nipple with my thumb. I lean down and place my mouth over her rock hard nipple as my hand lifts her tanned tit. She moans and struggles to free her hands from my grip as my hand slides down between her thighs, rubbing against her heated pussy. I pull the strings holding her shorts up on the sides, dropping them to the floor. The cold metal wall against her warm cheeks sends a shiver up her spine. I spread her thighs with my hand before undoing my pants and dropping them around my ankles. She lifts her foot, placing it against the stall door, opening herself for me as I use my hand to guide my cock to her already soaked pussy. Her eyes staring straight into mine as the head of my throbbing cock pierces her velvet lips. Her eyes widen as my thick cock stretches her and she rises up slightly, only to ease herself down slowly as I thrust up inside of her fully shafting myself. I finally let go of her hands to grab under her thigh, lifting it up farther as I plunge deeper and deeper into her. Raw, animalistic fucking is my only thought as her hot pussy pulls and sucks at my dick. The walls of the stall shake from the force of my thrusts as she bounces down on me, undulating her hips with mine. Her eyes close as her arms wrap around my neck, her breathing stuttered and gasping. My cock pushing so deep inside her, the pain increasing her pleasure as she rides me, grinding down on my thick swollen dick. I hear her moan, and cry out as her pussy floods me, her juices dripping down around my sac, coating both of our legs. I lean back as my cock releases up into her, my cum spurting deep inside her soaked pussy, before dripping down my shaft and running onto our already sticky wet thighs. I bury my face into her hair, her neck, spent. Her legs shaking from the force of her orgasm as she holds me tightly against her. Our breathing slowing as the rush passes, I whisper in her hear softly "I knew my luck was going to change tonight, just never dreamed it could be this good." Vegas Baby!! Author's note: I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him. But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. And in case you are wondering, yes this is a true story ... ;) I've divided into multiple parts since it is a pretty long story. Anyway, he is part one. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did reliving my experience while writing this down. --- Part 1: The hook-up I've always had an interest in technology. Ever since I was still a little girl I would work on my commodore, Amiga, x86, ... It is no surprise that when I arrived at the decision point in school I choose in that line. I work now in the technology sector for about 10 years, as one of very few women. It sure is a big plus since the men pay extra attention to me and I get to flirt constantly. I call it a plus because when I first started my studies I didn't have a high sex drive. That only started in my last year of studies, so since then I am extra glad with the direction I choose ... :) This story starts on a normal midweek evening. It's about 7 pm and I'm sitting alone in my office at home. My husband Bart is still at work as it occasionally happens. Not that I'm bored though. I'm keeping myself busy with one of my favorite past time: chatting online and seeing if I don't meet someone interesting to do who knows what with ... Unlike what you might expect, more often and not I don't seem to run into someone I like. I don't like macho's, so I stay away from traditional chat rooms and only chat on some local (non sex) sites. This evening though, I run into a guy with screen name "Saas" in a chat room about Belgian politics. (in case you guys follow internal news: Belgium is now the country that has gone the longest EVER to form a government: fucking bonehead politicians here!) In any case, our mutual hatred in the local politics links us and we wind up chatting for about 30 minutes before I started to notice "Saas" has got the same british dry humor that I like. The chat turns more personal and we chat about our lives: our names (as you already know, mine is Veronique. His name is Gregory) where we live, what we do, living situation, ... when we come to hobbies. The past hour I've been getting to know Gregory for a little bit and his style had me turned on. Since he was a perfect gentleman I decided I would try something and see where it got me. "I've got one really big hobby: sex!" I write him in response to his question. It stayed silent on the other side for a lot longer than before and I was starting to think I scared him away when I finally saw his reply come in "Euh ... mine too." I chuckled at his clumsy reply "Lol, well that's something we have in common then. So tell me, what do you like about it?" Another short silence before he asked me "Aren't you married?" "Yes, I am. But this is just some innocent fun and what my husband doesn't know, he doesn't have to care about," I lied to him. His reply was much quicker this time "Oh, ok, I got ya," before he continued "I love oral sex." "God me too, as much giving as receiving." "And I love women's legs with their cute feet wrapped around my body as I fuck them," he replied getting clearly much more comfortable and bolder. He struck a sensitive spot of mine with that line. I think my long legs and feet are one of my best assets and I love wrapping them around a man while having sex. Hell, I love playing footsie under the table, rubbing my feet over his legs, pushing my legs in between his when we dance, ... I quickly opened up my jeans and ran my left hand under my panties over my bald pussy lips while I typed with my right hand "Oh, you do, do you?" "Oh yeah, that is so sexy. I just can't control myself." "You are getting my all wet and bothered," I answered him honestly. "Well then, kick off your pants and masturbate for me!" "Only if you take out that beautiful fat cock of yours and stroke it for me," I replied with lust. We only just started our cyber chat and I was sitting at my desk naked from the waist down, with my legs spread and my tits hanging out over the collar of my shirt when I heard the front door open. I heard my hubby call for me but I didn't answer. Bart knows exactly where I am when I don't answer and walks up to the office. He sees me sitting there but he doesn't walk in. He knows that when I cyber I get to bed more horny than I was to begin with. I had an incredible sensual and graphically amazing cyber chat session with Gregory. I must have cum 4 times before he shot his sperm over his hand. And we never even turned on the camera. "My god Gregory, you are a gifted writer," I said when we were done, my hands still sticking with my juices and my chair ready for a shampooing. "I'm just describing what I do in real life," he replied. I melted immediately and sank completely into my chair. "I must have him!!" is all that went through my mind! Of course I couldn't ask him, he had to ask me, I told him I was only into innocent fun online. So I decided to avoid his remark and asked: "So what are your other hobbies?" He proceeded to tell me about his passion for surfing and hiking before he asked me about mine. "I've got two other big passions: first bikes and secondly clothes, makeup, shoes (you know women stuff)," I tell him. "Tomorrow I have another class on eye make-up. Always good fun: gossiping with my friends and in the mean time learning how to accentuate my features." "That must be fun," he replied and then continued softly "I wish I could actually see your face ..." "Hhhmmm, this is going good," I thought. Before I could reply he added "Do you have a webcam?" "Yes, sure I do, but I'm not sure I want to use it now. I'm not wearing any make-up now," I teased him. "Oh please, I'm sure you look great!" he begs me. I let him hang in there a few more minutes before I agree to turn my webcam on if he does the same. When we finally turn on our webcam I see him sitting there: short blond hair, broad chest, friendly smile. I actually see his eyes light up when I turn on my webcam and he sees me for the first time. "You are stunning!" he compliments me. I blush and tell him he doesn't look so bad himself. "Can we hook up sometime soon? We live only 15 minutes apart," he asks me. "FINALLY!" I think. I got him. I smile and act all shy: "I don't know if I should. I mean, this has been fun, but it is just harmless, I'm married ..." "Just for a cup of coffee, nothing more," he begs. I let him squirm for a few minutes longer before I agree to meet him at a local coffee shop. Then we log off, it is already 9:30 pm. I run into the front room naked, leap towards Bart, kiss him quickly and say "Come, let's go to bed, I'm tired ..." He follows me up the stairs as his hand is cupping my ass and trying to slip his finger into my cunt from behind. I playfully bat it away. When we reach the bed I fall down on my back and 10 seconds later Bart joins me, his cock sticking straight out towards me. He mounts me and immediately sinks his 8 inches into my burning pussy. He fucks me like crazy while I tell him all about my chat session and how well Gregory can sex me up. Bart fills me up as I honestly tell him I had the best cyber chat experience ever and that Gregory made me cum multiple times before he came. I deliberately leave out the fact that I'll be meeting him tomorrow for a good 'cup of coffee'. The next day I take half a day off and drive back home to get ready for my date. I took a nice relaxing bath, painted my toe and finger nails black, brushed my long black hair and walked into my wardrobe to decide what I was going to wear. Now I was going to dress sexy but conservatively as I had insisted I was a proper married wife that was only going to have a friendly cup of coffee. So what to wear? I decided on a loose skirt with a flower print that came just over my knee and a blouse without too much cleavage but still had some form to it. Underneath I wore a pantyhose, or so I wanted him to believe. He couldn't know I was just wearing some stockings that were held up with a garter belt. And a pair of black, open-toed pumps on my feet. I put a pair of panties in my purse as I knew I would need them later to surprise my hubby. Next I put on a little make-up and did my hair up in a loose knot. Nothing much or extravagant, just highlighting my facial features. When I looked at the clock it said 4:15 pm. Time to head out. We had agreed on 4:30 pm at a coffee shop in the city center 15 minutes away. I should make it there right on time, I thought as I closed the door behind me. I didn't leave a note for Bart as I knew he would wonder where I was when he came home and I was not there. I've done that before on his request. The anticipation, the unknown, what am I doing, where am I, makes him wild, he claims. I can only agree. When I arrived and parked my BMW on the square I saw Gregory already sitting down at a table looking around nervously and smiled to myself. I will make you work for this, I thought as I checked myself in the mirror and got out. I planned on giving him a whole lot, but before that he had to chase me. And come on guys, you all know the chase is just as good as the catch (at least I think so). When he saw me approaching the coffee shop he got up and walked towards me to greet me and shake my hand. I noticed immediately how tall he was. He was still a few inches taller than me, and I come up to a 6'2 when I have my heels on. My pussy immediately got wet when I imagined having him fuck me. Still I think I managed to act all shy: "Hello, I'm Veronique." "Nice to meet you Veronique, I'm Gregory," he replied as we walked back to his table. He didn't sit across from me at the round table but on my left side "What do you want to drink?" I decided on an Irish coffee and he called over a waiter and gave him my order. Over the next 15 minutes we were talking small talk and he would look deep into my eyes. I shyly turned them away but every time stared into his just a bit longer than the time before. It wasn't before long he placed his strong hand on my knee and said he really enjoyed himself yesterday. I placed my hand on top of his so he wasn't able to push it further up my leg as I said "Me too. I don't think I've ever had so much fun cybering with someone." "You often cyber?" he asked, his hand still trapped under mine. "I've done it on occasions, yes, when the guy really turns me on." He responded to my compliment by pushing his hand much stronger up my leg so it was much more difficult for me to keep him on my knee "Why don't we go to my place and we can do the real thing?" I released his hand, allowing him to reach mid way up my thigh. "I can't, I'm married," I croaked. "But otherwise, would you ...?" he questioned. "God yes ..." I moaned softly. He took my hint and pushed his hand further up my leg under my skirt. He reached the top of my stocking and felt my bare skin and noticed the garter belt. "Like you said: what your husband doesn't know, he doesn't have to care about" he tried again. "I ... I ... don't know," I stammer, with his hand feeling so good on my bare thigh. He was so close to my steaming hot pussy now. Then I felt his hand my move up, trying to pull down my panties until he discovered I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt. The look of surprise was priceless as he found my bare pussy and touched his fingers in between my pussy lips. The excitement had my cunt already blood engorged and my lips were puffy swollen and opened like a flower in bloom. "Surprise!" I said in a complete different voice now. I took over the lead here and now. "You've been playing with me all along? Haven't you? You dirty slut. I bet your husband even know about this, doesn't he?" he questioned me strong and determined, quickly getting over his first reaction of surprise. "He doesn't know ... yet ... but I will tell him all about it tonight," I confessed to him. "Let's get out of here!" he said and I gladly followed. I followed him to his house with my car. In the car my mind was on my hubby. I knew he had to be getting home right about now and be wondering where I was and what I was doing. My pussy started leaking even more than it already was. Luckily his house was only a few blocks away and we pulled into his driveway only a few minutes after we left the coffee shop. "Nice place you got," I stated as we walked into his house. He never answered but instead pushed me up to the wall, kissed me deeply and pushed my skirt over my hips down to my ankles. I broke our kiss, pulled my blouse over my head, let my hair down and swayed my hair sexy in front of him. There I was, standing naked, with my skirt still laying around my feet in front of a good looking man barely 30 seconds after entering his house. In response he undid his buckle and opened his zipper. Finally I was going to see that nice package he was carrying. When he didn't move fast enough for my taste I stepped in and yanked his jeans down together with his boxers. Out jumped his nice big cock. It was very comparable in size to my hubby's, about 8 inches long and nice and thick in width. But Gregories dick is circumcised and straight as a board where he hubby is uncircumcised and curving up a little. God I wanted to feel him inside me. I lost all control. I took his dick firm in my right hand and cupped his shaven balls in my left and started stroking him as I lowered myself on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I actually had an orgasm myself sucking his beautiful dick into my warm mouth as he caressed his fingers through my hair. Before he came he pulled me up and guided me into the bedroom. I quickly grabbed my purse, followed him into the bedroom where I fell on the bed and felt a big surprise: it was a waterbed (never laid on one before, let alone have sex on it). "OOoohhh, this is going to be fun!" I laughed. "Never had sex on a waterbed before?" he asked as he laid down with his head in between my legs. "Ahhhhh ... no, never even laid on one ... before," I gasped as his tongue flicked over my sensitive clit. "You will love it," he said to me as I had already another orgasm. My body spasmed uncontrollably and I push my hips as hard as I could onto his face, trying to get his tongue as deep into my cunt as I could get it. "Aaahhhh, fuck yes, eat my pussy!!" I yelled as my climax began to take over. I felt my pussy squirting big streams and Gregory eagerly lapped up my love juices as I came back down. As soon as I was able to speak again I begged him "Fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me! Please take me now! I want you so badly!" He climbed on top of me and sank his dick slowly into my boiling hot love passage. As he started thrusting in and out of me I felt the water rolling under me. It was the wildest feeling and I came over and over. The next half hour is a blur. We fucked in every position we could think of until he finally was ready to cum. I was on top of him, grinding my hips over his pelvis, forcing his dick deep into my pussy when I started to feel him tense up. "God yes, give it to me baby," I moaned. "Ahhh, Cum inside of me. Flood my pussy with your cum," I whispered in his ear while my tits were dragging over his chest. When he released, I came again, feeling him pulse inside my slutty cunt. After his orgasm I quickly rolled of him and grabbed my panties out of my purse and put them on before laying back down, resting, enjoying the afterglow. "Can I see you again?" he asked me after a minute or two. "Sure honey, but I can't the next two weeks. I'll be going to Las Vegas for a technology convention," I replied. He sprang up "You mean that yearly convention end of August every year?!" "Euh ... yes ... I think so," I replied a little shocked. "I'm going too!!!" he yelled. "You are kidding!?" "No, I'm not! Perhaps we can go together?" he asked me. "Euh ..." "You could sleep in my room. That way you don't have to pay for a room yourself," he continued. "Yeah, as if you plan a sleeping," I laughed. "Euh ... you got me there. And I don't know how much we'd actually learn at the convention either," he chuckled. "Well, I'll think about and talk to Bart about it". We continued a little small talk while we got out of bed slowly and I got dressed again. Then we said our goodbye's and I headed home. When I pulled up into our drive way it was around 7 pm and I saw Bart's car standing there. I smiled to myself because I knew my hubby would be wondering where I was and what I was doing. Hoping I would bring him sloppy seconds. As I felt Gregory's sperm leaking out of my pussy and into my panties I knew Bart would be happy. As I stuck my keys in the door, the door swung open and I saw my hubby with his eyes full of lust. I batted my eyes at him "I've been a bad girl!" He pulled me in, slammed the door behind and pulled me upstairs. He didn't let me get undressed but instead sank to his knees, swung my dress over his head and pushed his face hard into my cum filled panties as he took a big wif. He then hooked his fingers on the side and yanked them to the side and stuck his tongue in my slutty cum-filled hole to catch the cum that didn't drip out yet. He moaned as he saw my purplish red puffy pussylips anticipating his touch. As he ate my pussy I told him all about my afternoon with Gregory and how he fucked me on his waterbed. When I came over his face my knees buckled and I fell down on the bed. Bart stripped in a second and sank his cock deep into my pussy with 1 push. He loves the feeling of sloppy seconds. And I love giving it to him ... He fucked me furiously and I had a hard time talking in between my own orgasms. "Ho ... ney ... I ... I ... need to ... ask ... you ... something ... aaaahhhhh!!" I managed to say before another orgasm rolled over my body. He slowed down to a nice slow and deep fuck where he pulled his cock all the way out and very softly pushed it back all the way in "What is it, sexy?" "You know the convention I'm going to next week," I started. "Yes, of course." "Gregory is apparently also going," I continued "He was wondering if I wanted to join him." When it stayed quiet for a few seconds I added "We wouldn't have to pay for a hotel room for me." "And I'm sure you won't be fucking around, but joining these interesting lectures, right?" he asked me in a sarcastic tone of voice. "OF COURSE honey, I never let another man other touch me," I said coyly. "Haha, sure you don't, slut that you are." "And that is the way you like me ..." "OK, you can go with him," Bart said as he continued slow fucking me "but on 2 conditions." "Anything baby!" I said wondering what he had in mind. "First, no sex for you the last 7 days before you leave to Vegas. I want you good and horny!" he hissed into my ear, knowing all too well I would agree even though a week of no sex is VERY long. "And secondly, you will go to Vegas as husband and wife," he whispered into my ear as he picked up the pace. I came instantly when I heard his words and replied "I will be HIS slut wife during my Vegas trip baby." My hubby then came instantly too, adding his potent sperm into my overflowing twat. Of course, I knew there were other unspoken conditions: I had to give full details of my adventures upon my return and let him fuck me until he balls were sore. Two extra conditions I was more than happy to oblige! That night I woke up twice with my husband feeling me up and getting ready to fuck his slut wife. In the morning, after I took a shower to clean up from our love making from last night, I up on my work clothes, ate breakfast and dropped Gregory a short message in his inbox before leaving to work: "We are on for Vegas baby!" Vegas Baby!! I left with a big smile on my face and knew I still had a lot of packing and rearranging to do for my trip over there. I couldn't wait!! But that is for the second part. * Author's note: Hope you enjoyed this first part. Let me know what you think. "Vegas Baby" "Vegas Baby!" I said out loud as I flopped down on the bed. Here I was, in a fancy hotel room in 'Sin City', and boy was I ready to do some serious sinning. I had been really surprised to get a letter from one of my old high school buds containing a plane ticket and reservations for the room. This was quite the setup for a rolling stone like me, whose chief occupation and profession was living off from women, long enough to go through their money, and tear through their hearts. "Hey Chuck!" The letter said, "I haven't seen you for years. Remember all the Hell raising we use to do in high school? I think they gave us our diplomas just to get us out of there. So here's the deal, the company I work for has this program where we can invite a perspective client to Vegas, all expenses paid, to schmooze them into making a deal. What my employer doesn't know is at the end of the month I'm going to switch teams. So use the ticket, and take the room, and I'll meet up with you. You and I, Chuck, are going to burn down Vegas at my company's expense. There are perks to selling millions of dollars of heavy construction equipment and I'm happy to share one of them with you. Your Old Partner in Crime, Randy Erickson" "Wow," I yelled out loud. "I'm Gonna Get Tasted, Pasted, Sedated and Wasted!" And it was all on someone else's money, so I was elated. Just then there was a knock at the door, figuring it was my old high bud, I couldn't answer it fast enough. But when I opened the door, instead of my old high school chum, greeting me was this tall striking blue eyed raven haired woman. "Hi stud," she said with a friendly sneer. "Randy sent me. So are you going to let me in, or just keep on gawking?" I stepped aside, and she immediately marched by, throwing a small leather suitcase on the floor, before removing her light rain coat. I almost shit my pants at the sight. Except for long leather thigh high boots, opera gloves and corset, she wasn't wearing anything else. "Randy will be joining us later, but in the meantime he wanted me to get to get things warmed up. Are you into a little S&M," she asked as bent over at the waist to open and search her suitcase? Staring at her beautiful bare ass high in the air I nervously answered her question with a question. "Are you one of those domination type chicks?" If you mean a 'dominatrix', the answer is, yes! But you needn't be frightened sweetheart," she said as she pulled out two thick long bungee cords from the suitcase for examination. "You and I are just going to have a little gentle role play session. Think of it as theatric foreplay, just a little something to get us both frisky." "What makes you think I'm frightened," I challenge her? "Sweetheart, do you realize how badly you're shaking? Now be polite and take off all your clothes, and let's get things set up. Believe me, you're going to love this." Next thing I knew was in the most bizarre position of my life. Each of my wrists was cuffed and individually attached to two strong thick bungee cords. The dominatrix fastened the ends of each of the bungee cords to two brass ceiling hooks that hung at opposite sides of the room. They were kind of ornamental hooks you see large potted plants hanging from. Instead of hanging ferns, they now were hanging me. Though I could bounce up and down on the pads of my feet, in a boinga-boinga fashion, I had no other mobility what's so ever. I won't lie, this chick was starting to scare me. With a short flexible leather stick, I would later come to learn is called a quirt, she stood behind me and started to caress my backside with it. It tickled so I giggled. Then she whispered warmly in my ear, "you and I are going to have so much fun." I was about to ask, what kind of fun, when she hit me so hard with that leather quirt that I screamed. That scream, from my wide-open mouth, was instantly muffled by a ball gage that was quickly fastened about my head. Now, I was more than scared. I was terrified. What happened next only added to the intensity. Completely ignored my muffled struggles to speak, she produced a cell phone from the suitcase and made a call. "Yes," she said into it. "He's secured and ready. You can come-up now." "WTF?" I thought as watched her put back on her long coat. "What's this crazy bitch up too? And who was she talking to? Was it Doug? Had he and a couple of other old friends set me up for some kind of dumbass prank?" "Knock, knock!" I was about to discover the answers to all my questions. Dominatrix chick opened the door to let in another woman. A woman who appeared to be her polar opposite. Dressed in an expensive grey woman's business suit, she was pretty, but in plain sort of way. In stature she was somewhat small and thin, almost demure in appearance. I watched as she handed over a wad of money to the domination bitch. To be honest, I was happy to see her go, because this business type woman didn't seem near as threatening. After checking her money, just before leaving, leather lady looked back at me and said, "Sorry sweetheart, but a girl has to make a living." The business woman shut and locked the door behind her. Now all her attention was focused on me. Auburn hair, hazel eyes, she just stood there for the longest time just staring at me. She looked familiar, but not recognizable. Finally she let out a long sigh, and went to the suitcase domination lady had left behind. Searching in it she asked, "you don't remember me, do you, 'Chuckles' old boy?" "CHUCKLES?" I hadn't been called that since high school. Who was this business bitch? From the suitcase she produced a video camera and telescoping tripod. Then, she walked up and looked me straight in my eye. At that very moment I realized who she was. Simultaneously she introduced herself. "I'm Doug Erickson's younger sister, Darleen, don't you remember? You know, the younger under classman you stood up at your senior prom. The same young girl who let you kiss her, and feel her up, after you asked her to be his date for the dance." Turning away she kept talking as she set up the video camera. "I'm the same young girl, who bought the perfect prom dress, had her hair and nails done, and even waxed her pussy. In anticipation for a date from a brother's friend whom everyone knew I had a head over heels crush on. I bet you didn't know I even had my twat tweezed in the expectation of giving you my virginity, did you?" She glared at me. "You Dirty Rotten No Good Bastard!" It was at that moment that I nearly fainted in fear, because this once demure little girl that I had purposely humiliated for I and my friends entertainment, was now staring me with those same hazel eyes that would light up when I entered a room. The same hazel eyes I filled with tears, when I and my buds witnessed her humiliation. Showing up at the dance with a couple of girlfriends, as a show of dignity, Darleen tried to keep her composure but broke down sobbing when she saw me laughing at her from across the room. It was the last time I ever those eyes till now. But now this time they were not filled with tears, but with rage. A seething anger so hot that her complexion wasn't red, but ashen pale, like the face of someone resolved to take a terrible revenge. I tried talking to her, but the ball gag only allowed me to make 'hums and moans'. I wondered if I was about to be murdered, as I watch her carefully adjust the video camera. Satisfied it was focused and running, next she did something unexpected. She removed her clothing except for a pair of matching red lace bra and panties. I couldn't believe how this once annoying little sister of my best friend had grown into such beautiful woman. My eyes were fastened on her as she retrieved from the suitcase a blue velvet bag and picked up the quirt the dominatrix had abandoned on the floor. Strutting slowly up, we were eye to eye. She was so close I could feel her angry hot breath against my face like a mad dog ready to bite. "Chuckles, I though my impromptu striptease might give you an erection, but by the look of things it's had an opposite effect. You're so shriveling in fear, that once famous cock of yours looks like a turtle trying to hide its head." With that she struck my genitals hard with the leather quirt. The pain was so excruciating it knocked the wind out of me. When I regain my breath I found myself wildly bouncing about on the tethered bungee cords while the gag muffled my cries for help. Darleen laughed at the sight. "Though you didn't want to dance with me at the prom, I'll guarantee you'll dance your ass off for me tonight." Then from the velvet purse she removed a jeweler's chain with several round bells of various sizes attached. The same kind of bells you see on the sides of a tambourine. According to their size, each bell made a different tone as Darleen fastened the chain around my scrotum and my penis. Tugging on them to make sure they were secure, the pain caused me to I bounced against the tension of the bungee cords, resulting in Christmas like tune. "Tonight, my dear Chuckles, for the entertainment of friends and family, who will be seeing this video, you are going to do the 'Pee Pee' dance while I direct the music." "And just for your edification, I didn't remove my outer clothing to thrill you. I did so as not to get your blood splattered on them." She pause before me, and with almost a pleasant smile added, "You know Chuckles, revenge can be a real turn on!" Instantly her smiling face faded to sober. Raising her quirt she yelled, "Now Dance, You Son-Of-A-Bitch! DANCE!" "CRACK", she slammed the quirt across my thighs..."I SAID DANCE!" Moving behind me, over and over again she lashed my backside. I tried to scream out with every strike. Yet all I could manage was hideous whimpering as I drooled saliva threw the breath-hole of my ball gag. On the ends of the bungee cords I was dancing like a marionette on meth, while the bells made an eerily sweet sound as they painfully slapped against my cock and balls. Out of breath she paused, and came face to face with me, grabbing me by the hair she twisted my eyes directly to hers. "You like that...Huh? You like the pain...the humiliation...Huh?" Despite my terrible suffering I could see in her hazel eyes the deep pain I had caused her. Oh, how that pain must have festered over the years to be released into such an explosion of anger. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but I couldn't, all I could manage was to cry and shake my head 'No' in the hope of receiving mercy. Slapping my cock hard, the bells chimed, as I grunted. "So tell me Chuckles, how many more hearts have you broke with that thing, a hundred, a thousand? And I bet you've forgotten most of their names and faces. Well you bastard, when I'm done, you'll never be able to forget mine." Covered with sweat, she walked behind me ready to resume. "Now come on Chuckles let me see you dance, I want those bells to ring so loud that everyone in this building thinks Santa's arrived early." Then she began to sing as she beat me to the rhythm of a Christmas carol to the accompaniment of my genital bells. "You better not cry, CRACK! Jingle... jingle...jingle. Better not pout, CRACK! Jingle... jingle...jingle. I'm telling you why, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! Santa Claus is coming to town, CRACK! Jingle, jingle, jingle." Every strike from her quirt ripped across my flesh like I was being slashed with a red hot razor. I was crying like a baby, bobbing up and down on the bungees like a yo-yo. Salvia and snot flowed together to make a goo that covered my face and fell to a puddle on the floor. "He's making a list, CRACK! And checking it twice, CRACK-CRACK! Gonna find out who's naughty and nice, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!" The jingling stopped. I hung limply on the ends of the bungee cords. All was silent except for the metallic sound my piss made as it flowed over the bells onto the floor. "So what do we have here, a naughty boy that pees on the floor? What's Santa going to say about that?" Then taking deep breath she hit me flourish of belts, but I hung limply on the cords, my knees almost touching the puddle at me feet. I had passed out. How long I was out, I'll never know, but when I awoke I found myself lying face down on clean sheets that smelled like a spring breeze. Then I felt healing fingers of someone tending to the raw welts that covered my back. "Shhh," a voice said in a comforting tone. "Let me put some save on these welts, it will help with the pain." Tender motherly fingers traced the stripes on my back with a cooling jell that had to contain some kind of Novocain. These magic fingers were so gentile they almost tickled as they left healing magic in their wake. Fingers that sensually moved from my shoulders to my ass. Where their touch, though awakening the pain of my wounds, also gave me pleasure. "Let me help you sit up," the sweet voice begged, as small but strong arms helped me up. It was then I realized my nurse was none other than Darleen Erickson. "Here, drink this, drink all of it," she said handing me a tumbler of ice water. "You're going to be sore for a few days, so you might as well stay here." I was too weak to speak and fell face first back onto the sheets. "Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, what's done is done. You can go to the authorities, but if you do, I'll guarantee that everyone in the world will see the video of what took place. In that case, we both lose. So I suggest you stay here for a couple of days till you heal up. Then go on your way, and try to forget about what I did to you, like I tried to forget about what you did to me." "Room service is available, order what you want. Just keep your mouth shut to the help. I'm the one who runs this place, and most of my employees are scared shitless of me the way it is. As far as anyone knows, you were a high-roller whale, whose rent a bitch, went crazy on you." She, paused, "I'm not going to apologize Doug for setting this thing up, because even you've got to admit, you had it coming. But now that I've gotten my revenge I wish it never would have had to happened, in the first place. Looking at such a fine bare assed man lying there, I can't help but think what might have been if you would have taken me to the prom." Darleen let out an audible sigh, and left. Darleen would look in on me, a couple of times each day. Each time massaging healing balm into my welts. I learned from the maids that after college she became a successful business woman in Vegas. Climbing the corporate ladder so fast, she broke through the glass ceiling like a volcano. Now looking back, "I really did fuck-up." On the third day she came to check up on me. I pretended to be asleep. Sitting on the bed next to me she shook my shoulder, "Chuck, Chuck, how you are feeling?" I rolled on my back to gaze into hazel eyes that dripped with compassion, "How do I feel? You tell me." Taking her by the shoulders I pulled her face slowly towards mine, at first she tried to resist, but when our lips were so close they were about to touch, she fell into a kiss so passionate it seemed that we were melting into each other. Little did I know, my gesture of reconciliation would result in her pregnancy? This twisted event changed my life forever. Not only am I a father and a husband, but Darleen put me to work in the Hotel/Casino's laundry, where I've recently moved up to supervisor. Indeed, I'm a changed man. So considering what happened to me, the old adage is true. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Which is why I'm staying here. "To live 'happening' ever after." Of course that doesn't mean that Darleen always trusts me. Every now and then, when she thinks I'm getting out of line, she gets out one of those damn bells, and jingles them in front of my face. Just to remind me who's boss.