0 comments/ 97029 views/ 15 favorites What Happens in Vegas By: PAS Eric Richards rose from the table and told the four women he had been sitting with that he would see them later. Erik was 27 years old; six foot two inches tall, with short brown hair, brown eyes and a firm build. He was a handsome man and a well dresser. He, along with the four women he was traveling with, part of a search committee seeking a new youth minister for their local interfaith church of which Eric had been an active member of since his divorce five years earlier. They had flown into Las Vegas to visit a candidate for the job and were now sitting in their hotel lounge enjoying a relaxing after dinner drink. Fortunately the church they attended had liberal views concerning alcohol so this wasn't anything uncommon. Still, Eric limited himself to only one drink before heading for the gym to workout. The four women he was with were Cheryl Johnson, a twenty-six-year-old single woman who had been a member of the church for nearly two years. She was an attractive lady with medium length brown hair, blue eyes and a cute smile. She was still attractive despite being about fifteen pounds overweight, mostly in the rear and hips. Kate Hendricks was 35 years old. She had long, light brown hair and blue eyes. Was average looking with a fair body. She had been married for thirteen years and had a son and daughter ages eleven and nine. She worked as a nurse at the local hospital. While she was still happily married, her marriage was not quite what she would like it to be as her husband was a workaholic who spent little time at home. Fran Hopkins was the senior member of the group. She was 47 years old and had been married since age twenty. She had one daughter who was now fully grown and had two small children of her own. Despite her age, Fran was probably still had the best body of the four women. She was athletic and still had a shapely 34 C, 28, 34 body. Her face showed her age but she was still fairly attractive. Fran's husband was six years older than she was, and the two of them were still happy together. The fourth woman was 25 year old Esther Haywood. She was a very pretty girl with short, dark brown hair and brown eyes. But she was very petite and stood and was barely five feet tall. She was married to the minister of music for the church and was the only one not drinking. Cheryl held up her glass as Eric walked out of view and said, "There goes one fine example of a man. Just look at that rear." "You're so bad." Fran said with a grin. "If he would only make himself available I would love to go out with him." Cheryl continued. "He is a looker," Esther agreed. "It's too bad that his first wife seems to have turned him off on women." "Oh he likes women," Fran said. "But he's committed to remaining celibate until he gets married again. And he doesn't plan on dating until he's certain that he's found the right woman." Cheryl shook her head. "That is such a waste of a man." "It's more of a waste than you can imagine." Kate spoke up after taking another sip of beer. "What do you mean?" Cheryl asked. "I shouldn't say anything, but his looks aren't the only thing remarkable about him." The other three waited for her to continue. "He has a huge dick." She whispered. "And how would you know?" Fran asked. "He had to have surgery on a hernia a few years ago. I was one of the nurses and happened to see it. I tell you, when he's hard he has to be ten inches at least." "Oh my god." Esther blushed. "Don't tell me that," Cheryl said. "It's been so long since I've been with a man I can't imagine what its like. Much less imagining someone that size." "I know, my husband is only six inches. I've always wondered what it would be like with someone Eric's size." Fran laughed. "Well, I've never minded my husband's size, but he has to take the little blue pill to get it hard anymore. So I don't get it as often as I used to." "What about your husband?" Kate asked Esther. "I don't think it's very appropriate for me to say anything about that." Esther replied, blushing even more. Esther husband was the only man she had ever been with. Like her, he was a short man and though she never measured him, she guessed that he wasn't even six inches as Kate's husband was. But she was not about to tell the other girls that. The girls continued drinking, and the topic continually came back to Eric and his reported size. Soon Esther became bored and went to her room. After a few more beers, Cheryl, Kate and Fran were feeling pretty giddy and horny as well. When they saw Eric return to the bar, wearing his gym shorts and a tee shirt they motioned for him to come over and join them. Eric got a beer and took a sip before excusing himself to go to the restroom. The alcohol had done wonders to change the morals of the three ladies by now. "Damn, I'm wet as hell. I really want to screw him." Cheryl said. "Good luck," Kate told her. "He won't have sex with anyone." "Well maybe I'll just have to rape him." Cheryl replied. "If I could just get him hard then I might be able to convince him to fool around." "Maybe one of these will help." Fran said, producing a bottle of pills from her purse. "I take these with me when I travel to make sure that my husband doesn't take one by mistake with his other pills and end up hard all night long." "There you go, Cheryl, just put one of those in Eric's beer before he comes back and he'll get hard for you." Kate told her. "Give me one of those." Cheryl said. Fran gave her a pill and Cheryl used a spoon to quickly grind it into powder then scooped it up with her hands and dumped it into Eric's beer. Eric returned and began drinking his beer and talking with the three ladies. He finished his beer then noticed that he had suddenly become erect. Dressed as he was he was afraid to stand up for fear of his erection showing clearly through his shorts. Eric waited until the girls left before he finally dared to get up. He could not understand why he was so hard. He quickly rushed upstairs to his room. But just as he was passing Cheryl and Kate's room the door opened and Cheryl stepped out. "Eric, come here, we need your help with something." Eric wanted to ignore her request and run into his room and hide. But there was an urgency in her voice that made him comply. But just as he entered the room she shut the door and grabbed him. At the same time Kate and Fran grabbed hold of him and the three girls wrestled him to the bed. Eric was shocked and surprised, and recovered too late to prevent himself from being forced down. Once down, Kate and Fran held him while Cheryl tied his hands behind his back with a belt before rolling him over. "Let's see that cock." Cheryl said, jerking his gym shorts down. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Eric cried out. "Oh my god." Fran gasped as Eric's erect cock came into view. It was easily ten inches long and five inches in diameter. "We need to get him off first," Kate said, "I don't want to risk getting pregnant." "Oh the hell with it," Fran said. "I can't get pregnant anymore so I'll fuck him first. Fran unfastened her pants and let them drop, then slid off her panties. "No, you can't be serious!" Eric protested as Fran climbed atop him. She spread her legs over his waist, took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy. Fran slid his dick between her lips until she could feel her juices flowing then slowly inserted it into her. "Oh my." She gasped as she began sliding down on his cock, slowly working the entire length of his manhood inside her before leaning forward and riding him. "Oh my god, I can't believe she' doing it!" Kate exclaimed. Eric could not believe what was happening. Fran was twenty years older than he was. And a pillar in the church. But here she was atop him and fucking him against his will. And behind her Cheryl and Kate were disrobing and waiting their turn. He knew that this should be a fantasy come true, but he had wanted to wait until he was married. But no matter what his thoughts were, his cock was enjoying the sensation of being buried inside a wet pussy. Fran was riding him hard and fast and he could feel his balls growing tight as his orgasm approached. He began bucking his hips up and down meeting her thrust. "That's it, Eric. Cum in my pussy." Fran said. Eric responded by blowing his load inside the older woman's pussy. "Oh yes!" Frank called out as she felt Eric's cock spewing inside her. She banged up and down on his shaft and was soon climaxing on his rod. "Oh that was good. Your turn." Fran said as she slowly pulled herself off Eric's cock. "Go for it." Cheryl told Kate. "I can't believe I'm going to go through with this." Kate said, looking at Eric's still hard cock, glistening with Fran's juices. She climbed on him and sank his dick inside her. "Damn, Eric, your cock feels fantastic. I've been wanting to feel this inside me for years." Kate began riding his cock, slamming him all the way inside her over and over again. She was moaning loudly as she fucked Eric and soon found herself orgasming on his cock. "That was fast." Cheryl said. "I guess I was pretty damn horny." Kate said as she pulled herself off Eric. Cheryl leaned over and began licking Eric's cock. Then she shoved as much of it as possible into her mouth and began sucking him. Then she mounted him to take her turn riding Eric's pole. "Oh yes, that's so fucking good!" Cheryl cried out as she sank his cock inside her. She leaned forward and began licking Eric's left nipple as she began fucking him. Eric realized immediately that Cheryl was not just going to fuck him. She was moving in such a way that demonstrated she was a girl who both knew how, and enjoyed fucking. Her tongue gave Eric almost as much excitement as her well times thrusts on his cock. Eric worked his hands free, but rather than fight he put his arms around Cheryl and began fucking back. The two of them were fucking with raw emotion. Eric moaned and thrust harder and faster. Then he groaned and came inside Cheryl's tight pussy. "Yes, cum for me baby, cum inside my pussy!" Cheryl cried as she felt Eric cumming. She picked up her pace and rode him until she climaxed on his cock. "What the hell are you doing?" Esther's voice broke through the silence as Eric and Cheryl lay breathing heavily on the bed. "Oh shit." Kate said. "You three all had sex with Eric." Esther accused. "How can you go home and face your husbands now?" She said to both Kate and Fran. "Please don't tell anyone." Kate begged. Cheryl climbed off the bed, feeling a mixture of her juices and Eric's cum dribbling down her inner thighs. "Perhaps if she experiences Eric's cock she'll understand." "I will do no such thing." Esther protested. "Oh yes you will." Cheryl said. "Grab her." Before Esther could turn and run she found herself grabbed by all three girls and dragged over to the bed. "Eric, you have to fuck her so she won't say anything." Eric watched as the three women held Esther down and began pulling her clothes off. Esther kicked and fought but was unable to prevent the others from baring her petite body to Eric. Eric stood there watching as the pretty young wife of the music minister was stripped before him. Esther was a very pretty woman. She was thin and small-chested, but pretty and sexy in her own way. He realized that his dick was still rock hard. "Come on and fuck her, Eric." Cheryl said as they held Esther down, spread eagle, on the bed. Eric looked at Esther's fur covered snatch and decided that he did want to fuck her. He crossed the room and knelt down. "That's one tight hole, I better loosen it up a bit first." He said and began licking her pussy. "No, please don't." Esther pleaded as Eric began licking her cunt. While he licked her Cheryl began licking her nipple. Esther tried wrestling more, but soon found her body responding to Eric's tongue as it massaged her clit. Her juices began flowing freely and she had to grind her teeth trying to prevent her body from enjoying what was happening. But now matter how hard she resisted she could feel her pussy coming closer and closer to climax. Eric buried a finger inside her pussy as he continued licking her. Then Esther clenched and relaxed then climaxed as Eric continued licking her. "There, she should be ready for me now." Eric said as he stood. Esther looked at Eric's cock for the first time. It was twice as long and twice as thick as her husband's was. She was afraid of what was about to happen but was unable to resist as the other three women were still holding her down. Eric pressed his cock against her wet cunt and began to slowly work it inside her. Esther gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, then she moaned as it sank deeper than anything had ever gone inside her before. Eric eased into the small woman beneath him, enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy. Once he was fully inside her he began fucking her with long, deep strokes that made Esther gasp over and over again as he slammed inside her, ramming all the way to her cervix. Eric pounded Esther's cunt. And before long she was crying out with pleasure, taking every inch of his cock and meeting him thrust for thrust. "Fuck me, goddamnit!" She cried, much to the surprise of everyone in the room. Eric pounded her harder and faster. Esther cried out as she had a second orgasm. Her cunt gripped Eric's cock and he came for the third time, allowing her tight pussy lips to milk every last drop off of him before he pulled free. Eric stood up, looking down at his cock, wondering how it could still be hard. "Oh, don't worry about that." Fran told him. "It will go away eventually." "Shit, that was fun." Kate said. "But we can't say anything to anyone. "Don't worry," Esther said. "Like they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." "Well, thanks ladies." Eric said. "But I better get back to my own room." "Wait just a minute." Cheryl said. "That cock is going to stay hard for at least a couple more hours, so let's just keep on going." Eric let them lead him back to the bed where the four women used him for their pleasure for the rest of the night. They returned home the following day without a new candidate for the youth minister job. But with all of them feeling much better about themselves. And it wasn't long before Eric and Cheryl decided to get married, much to the jealousy of the other ladies. What Happens in Vegas My wife is a stunning creature. She drips sexuality like honey. She is 5' 3" and blond with a beautiful ass and size C tits. Her pussy is shaved and she loves to be orally pleasured. Her waist is small and her hips are full. Her legs are long and shapely. They run up to one of the most beautiful asses you could imagine. Her ass and hips look like an inverted heart. Not only is she built but she is easy on the eyes. Speaking of eyes, they are brown and they can make a strong man's knees weak. Her lips are full and seductive. Not only is she physically attractive and built to please but she also knows how to do so. She is ever ready to wrap those full lips of hers around a big, blood-engorged cock or lock onto your lips and drive you to the brink of orgasm with her wet, wild kisses. She knows how to use her tongue to drive you to submission. She is more than ready to let you slide your big dick between her tits and allow you to pump between them until you unload your cum on her face, neck and tits. When you are finished, she then hungrily laps up the gift. She loves the salty taste of men's cum. Her pussy is the sweetest you have ever tasted and she loves for her lovers to please her. She can cum over and over again and one man cannot complete her. She must have multiple partners to reach the kind of fulfillment that God possessed with. Making her cum is the key to her passion. Once you have succeeded in making her orgasm, she becomes a wild animal with a primal instinct to be satisfied. Once you have awakened her passions; she demands satisfaction from whoever is partnered with her. She spreads her legs and draws her knees to her chest and guides her lover's cock to the wet waiting hole of pleasure. There many a man has lost himself in her passions. She is hot, wet and able to accommodate cocks of unbelievable size. She loves to be fucked hard and deep. Her moans and words of praise egg on the inspired lover to fill her cunt with loads and loads of male seed. She loves to feel the cum ooze from her cunt and run down the crack of her ass as her cunt cannot hold both the massive cock of her lover and his seed. Her ass is saved for those who know how to treat it. She loves to feel her lover's hot tongue pierce her tight anus. She loves the feeling of the hot tongue as it washes over her puckered sphincter. It is best to begin lubing her ass with the juices from her cunt and gradually work deeper and deeper into her ass until she is ready to accept the girth of her lover's tool. Once there, it is a matter of bending her over, slowly sliding her lover's cock into her tight waiting hole where she will twist and thrust in a mimicked attempt to throw her lover from her back like a bucking bronco. Her lover merely needs to hold on to receive one of the best fucks they will ever receive. As the years have progressed, I have pushed her more and more to perform for me with other lovers. She has occasionally agreed. Those experiences have been phenomenal. Watching her in action and participating with her and her lover in threesomes have been the best sex I've experienced in years. To watch your wife reach the full sexual potential that God granted her is the most provocative and happy experience of my life. She always makes sure that I am satisfied both emotionally and physically. Neither fulfillment is a problem. She was born to have sex and she was born to be watched. There is not a porn movie available to can compete with watching her in action. This background provides the information to allow you to appreciate my story. A company that supplies goods for the company that I work for provided a trip that my company gave to me. I surprised her with the trip as neither of us had ever gone to Las Vegas. When I showed her the brochure, I told her: "Now you know that what goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?" She mumbled: "I know". As her eyes were looking intently at the brochure. Leading up to the night of our departure, I could not contain myself. The visions of watching my wife being pleasured by a young, well-hung stud had me beside myself. I found myself many times wet from my fantasizing and thinking of what I wanted to accomplish during this trip. Many times while having sex; I would tell her what I wanted her to do and she would reply: "We'll see." This typically means "no way". When we arrived at the airport, we hailed a taxi and were soon at the Casino that we were staying at. People were all over and sex and sensuality seemed be everywhere. The gambling was exciting and so were many of the people. We enjoyed ourselves and were having a good time. One night, at one of the casinos I noticed a good-looking, well-dressed black guy checking out my wife. He seemed more interested in her than the gambling at the table where he stood. My wife loves to play roulette and she was dressed in a long, satin dress with a deep v-cut front and a plunging back. She wore no underwear because she didn't like the lines that it left on the dress. That was alright with me. I noticed his attention to her and I sauntered over to where he stood and took up some idle chit-chat with him. Soon we were hitting it off remarkably well and I commented on my wife as if I didn't know her but had certainly noticed her. He told me that he had been scoping her out for quite some time and that he would really like to see what was under that dress. After a period of time I asked him if he wanted to meet her and he looked at me with a quizzical look. "Do you know her", he asked. I smiled, "yeah, she's my wife." With a gleam in his eye, he replied, "No shit?" Looking around he said, "So you're into that kind of thing?" I replied, "Yes". He closed his action at the table, cashed in his chips and returned. "Let's go meet your beautiful wife." As we walked up to the table where my wife was finishing up playing, she noticed my approach and smiled warmly. She also noticed my new friend and looked at me with questioning eyes. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Robert." She extended her hand and he softly grasped her hand, while never taking his eyes off of her gorgeous body, and kissed her hand. She smiled warmly at him and I could tell she was already curious about our new acquaintance. Robert suggested we find a bar and go get to know each other better. We agreed and he led my wife to the bar with me following closely behind. I could not help to notice how he had placed his hand at the small of her back as he gently guided her to her seat. He sat down next to her and I sat across from the two of them. We took part in small talk about ourselves while the alcohol relaxed all at the table. Soon the conversation turned to sex. Robert commented on how strikingly beautiful she was and how I had really surprised him when I asked him if he wanted to meet her. She smiled warmly and thanked him for the compliments. She said that the alcohol was getting to her and that she needed to go to the bathroom and she excused herself. When she returned, she slid in next to Robert again but this time, she was closer to him. Another round of drinks was ordered and soon sexual preferences and past experiences were being discussed. At first, I didn't notice but Robert had put his arm on the seat behind my wife and she had slid under his arm and her left hand was in his lap. I would later notice that she had been stroking his cock for quite some time while looking me in the eye. The constant smile was one that would remind you of the cat that had swallowed the canary. After a while, I was crazy with desire and I'm sure my underwear was drenched in pre-cum. Robert was crazy with desire and she asked us what we wanted to do. Robert and I were like dogs in heat and I suggested that we go up to our room. She agreed, drained her drink and I paid the bill. I met them at the elevator and you could see their desire was already in overdrive. Somehow, we got onto the elevator and it was just the three of us. As soon as the doors were closed, Robert and my wife were embraced in a passionate kiss. He hands were all over her body and her little hands were stroking his manhood. When they felt the elevator stop, they broke their moaning embrace and tried to look ordinary. We got off the elevator and walked to our room. Once inside, my wife got to her knees in front of Robert and began to undo his trousers and unzip them. She wanted to release his swollen member. As the zipper came to a stop, his trousers fell to the floor and a massive ten-inch, blood engorged cock sprang out in front of her face. She smiled, licked her lips and opened her mouth. At first, I didn't think it would fit in her mouth but she managed to stuff his cock into her mouth and it was all she could do to get the head in. The shaft was so thick that she could not wrap her fingers all the way around it. When she removed it from her mouth, her lips were coated with his pre-cum. She spread it over her lips like lipstick. She moaned and continued to milk his organ. He moaned words of encouragement and slid his hands into her blond hair. Soon he was thrusting in and out of her mouth. She knew what was coming and she was increasing the tempo. As she stuffed her mouth full of cock, she moaned loudly into his massive microphone. Suddenly, he growled and began to jerk spasmodically. I realized he was filling her mouth with his seed. She was swallowing as fast as she could but still could not keep up. The excess began to run down her chin and onto her chest. By now, my cock was so hard that I thought it would explode in my pants. After she finished drinking all of Robert's seed, she cleaned him up with her tongue and turned to me and smiled that wicked smile that she has. "You ready?" she asked. I moaned and dropped my trousers to the floor, exposing my swollen cock. She knew just what to do. She came over and engulfed by cock and milked the juices from me as she looked up into my eyes. I wasn't long and I, too, was filling her mouth with my seed. Like the wonderful housewife that she is; she drank it all and cleaned me up superbly. At this point, we led her to the bed and I took my position between her legs while she dropped her head off the end of the bed so she could service our new friend. It was an unwritten rule that once she took care of both guys, it was our turn to satisfy her. My job was to eat her pussy until she could cum no more and she would re-energize his cock so that he could fuck her long and hard as I watch. Soon, I had the lips of her pussy in my mouth and I could see her tits with his black hands all over them. I could not see her face as it hung off the end of the bed. He had his cock in her face and she was trying to bring him back to life. At first, it was hard to make her cum because she was so focused on his cock but the constant licking by me finally made her focus on the pleasures she was experiencing. Her body lurched while I held her down on my end and his cock in her mouth had her anchored at the other end. I knew once the first orgasm came, the others would be in quick succession. True to my expectations I heard her muffled moan, groans and growls. She was cumming out of her mind but we had her captive to my tongue and his cock. This went on for probably twenty minutes until she finally pulled her mouth from his cock and begged him to fuck her. With the body of an ebony Adonis, he walked to the end of the bed, climbed between her legs and allowed her to guide his huge tool to the mouth of her waiting pussy. I had moved to the side of the bed to get a better view and when his cock slid into her, her eyes widened, she moaned and pulled him to her. As he began to slide in and out of her, each thrust going deeper and deeper, she pulled her legs up higher and higher so as to experience the true feelings of his penetration. I then saw her pull his mouth to hers and she began to fuck his mouth as he was fucking her. Soon they were one and he had penetrated her to the maximum. He kissed her neck, ears and mouth as she panted his name in some ancient primal language. She came over and over and over again as he thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was filled with his spunk and the bed was soaked from their juices. Finally Robert exploded one last time and they collapsed in the bed together. This would be the beginning of a wonderful friendship. What Happens in Vegas... What happens in Vegas...... As we stayed there, relaxing, I looked up at the clock and saw it was about hour and a half later. What a ride! I thought I saw some movement in the closet, but maybe it was a shadow. My wife (Teresa) and I took a trip to Las Vegas. While we were planning it, she had mentioned it to her little sister (Meg) which led to them going to Vegas as well. We organized the flights that we would meet up at the link and catch the last leg together. On that last leg, Teresa and Rob traded seats so the guys could talk sports while the gals talked guys. When we got to Vegas we caught a cab to the hotel and decided we would meet up in a couple hours for dinner. This would give everyone time to relax and unpack. We found our rooms (next to each other) and went our separate ways. In our room, I lugged the suitcase in and threw it up on the bed. As I was starting to open it, Teresa came over, got on her knees and dropped my trousers and drawers immediately taking my soft tool in her mouth. Wow, this was not like her at all. I was hard almost instantly and stroking her mouth. She played with my sac and I was swelling fast. Teresa felt it and took me deepthroat making me explode. She licked me clean and got up to give me a deep kiss. "Welcome to Vegas baby." Oh my, what was this trip going to be like? Why did her sister and brother have to come along? Da*n. As we went back to unpacking, she asked what Rob & I had talked about on the flight. I told her that it was the usual ESPN, fantasy sports, etc. She went on to say that Meg was talking to her about troubles they were having, especially in bed and that she mentioned to Meg that we were quite active and how we had taken it to a lust enjoyment level. Meg seemed surprised, but curious in their chat but didn't believe it. With that Teresa had challenged Meg to see for herself. "What? Are you kidding?" I couldn't believe it. Teresa explained, "Honey, this is not my usual self, I would never share you with anyone. But, if it is something that will help save their marriage, I would like to have her see what we do, watch from the closet / voyeur type thing. Who knows what might happen for them from there? We would 'retire' for the night at a certain time, I will give her my key and she will be in the room ahead of us. When we are done, you can go to the bathroom and she would sneak out." I had to admit, like all husbands, I have had a curiosity about her sister with a lust added to it. I couldn't believe Teresa had come up with this idea. "This would be an exciting step for us, something we haven't done before. Tell you what, I will pretend I don't know she's in there while we are busy, afterwards I will head to the bathroom, but come back and find her trying to sneak out and show my surprise" As the evening went along, I wondered if this was a fantasy or reality. We met up for dinner and proceeded to do some gaming. Meg said she was still tired from the trip and was heading back up. We told her "Good Night" and continued our gambling. When we hit a dry spell, Teresa said that was enough for tonight and would see Rob & Meg tomorrow morning. I told Rob good night as well, he was on a hot streak and was going to play for a while. Teresa and I went back to our room, I must confess, I thought the whole Meg story was just something to work me up. When we got back, she surprised me and attacked me like she had earlier. Dropping down to her knees and making me hard. I decided enough is enough; I picked her up and took her to the bed, peeling off her clothes and mine. She was on the side of the bed, I went around to her, standing next to her where should could suck my cock while I put my tongue and lips to work on her sweet breasts. She is 5'4", 130; 38dd-30-36 and I can never resist her mountains. I played her hotspots - her nipples, her neck, the underside of her breasts - with my mouth, while letting my left fingers play with her clit. This gets her all fired up and I can give her this treatment until she says to stop. I then let my other hand move down to her mound, letting me play with her knub with one hand while inserting a finger (or 2 or 3) into her hotbox that is soaked by now. This takes her over the top every time. Teresa growled that it was time to fill her needs as she twisted to be on her back with the knees over the edge. This gave me the opening to put her legs on my shoulders and enter her with my tool. Putting her legs on my shoulders lets me penetrate extra deep into her. I was ramming it hard and deep a few strokes, then shallow, then deep, etc. This series drives her wild. After she came again, she rolled over for the grand finale', she can milk me every time with the doggy spot, but I can't resist her tail sticking up like that. I attacked right away, not easing it in, but slamming it hard again and again. She was begging me to cum, I asked if she was ready for that and her answer was "Oh da*n YESSSSSSSS". I drove deep a couple more times, feeling the swell, I took it one more - holding it in - and exploded in her. What Happens in Vegas This is a very mild female exhibition fantasy. There is no real sex or bondage or any of that, just a young woman flashing her naked twat for all the world to see... or did she? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The following warning is probably not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it does apply to most of my stories. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * It was just before eight o'clock on Saturday evening and Sandra Kowalski was all but dragging her husband, David, by his elbow into the central ballroom of the Blue Sky Casino. "We are going to be late," she said, "and I have to give the welcoming speech." She stopped, turned to face him, put her hands on her hips, and asked in a very irritated tone of voice, "Why are you dawdling?" Grabbing his hands she added, "You normally almost run along in front of me. I'm having to pull you along. It's like you don't want to be here." "That's because I don't want to be here," he answered sharply. "I told you I hate high school reunions." "But this isn't your typical high school reunion," she replied. "How many ten-year class reunions are held at a Las Vegas casino?" Then she smiled and added, "...and at no cost to anyone in the class. All we have to pay for this entire weekend is any booze that we drink." "You have never fully explained how the class president managed to arrange that," he grumbled. Then he stopped once again and asked, "How did you pull that off?" "My excellent negotiating skills," she replied as she once again pulled him along. "And having a class vice-president who has a high level job here at the casino." "I thought Gerry was an aerospace engineer," David said. "Last I heard he was designing flight simulators for an aircraft company. What in the heck does he do here at a casino?" "You'll have to ask him tonight," Sandra answered brightly. "All of the class officers are sitting together." She then pointed over to one of the tables at the front of the room and said, "You go sit down. I need to welcome everyone and explain the events of the evening." David walked over to the table Sandra had indicated as she walked up to the podium at the front of the room. Her welcoming speech was the standard "so glad you could be here" sort of stuff you'd expect at any class reunion. She then went on to explain that everyone had one hundred dollars worth of complementary chips at their tables for use later in the casino. Tomorrow morning and afternoon were scheduled as free time and tomorrow night there would be a smaller gathering in the penthouse lounge for those who were not going home until Monday. That turned out to be almost all of the class. "Those of us who are staying Sunday night," she said as she ended her remarks, "are also going to get a guided tour of the Strip. So everyone meet out front at exactly 6:00 o'clock and we will walk the sidewalks together with our guide before going up to The Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge for a meal and more time together." The regular entertainment for the room then began. The show was entitled "Modern Burlesque" and featured everything from several strippers re-enacting famous routines to highly-skilled. modern pole dancers, two of whom danced completely naked. Huge screens on the walls displayed closeups of both dancers' glistening pussy lips as they spun and gyrated around their poles. "I can't even imagine why someone would show off their body like that!" David huffed. His disapproval was obvious in his voice. "Who would ever willingly do something like that?" Sandra remained silent, but Gerry spoke up. "I'll bet Sandy would," he said. "She was quite a tease and exhibitionist in high school. Look at how her eyes are glistening. I'll bet right now she's imagining herself up there flashing her snatch to the entire room." Again Sandra didn't respond. What was she going to say? "Gerry, you are absolutely right." That was the truth, but she couldn't admit that in front of her up-tight husband. Instead she changed the subject. "Gerry," she began, "Dave was wondering what an aerospace engineer is doing working for a casino in Las Vegas." "You're seeing it," he said as he pointed to the giant displays. "I am Vice-president of Presentation Electronics. Everything is electronic these days– and it's not just automatic cameras that follow a dancer's twat as she swings around a pole. Some of the full routines are animated or have animated backgrounds. We even have some pretty good-sized rooms that are totally gimbaled and powered with hydraulics so that people can feel the motions of whatever is on the screens. We can blast you off into outer space or take you for a tour of any city in the world. If you're willing to pay for it, we can even put your face on any body in the show when it projects on the big screens." "Wow," said Sandra, "where do you go from there? What's next?" "The Strippermobile," Gerry answered joyfully. "That's my current big project. It has three different modes. The outer panels of the back can look like an ordinary truck or it can project recordings of a pole dancer or stripper as if they were being seen through windows into the inside of the truck. Or everything can be live with the cameras inside the truck being sent directly to the outside panels. "The inside of the truck works the same way. It actually is a pole dance stage and the inside wall screens can either show images of pre-recorded scenes or display what is actually outside as if the walls were made of glass." He laughed and then said, "Sandy, if you really wanted to, you could do a naked pole dance routine in the middle of Times Square... and never leave the garage." He leaned in a little closer and continued in a more quiet tone, "Wouldn't that be an exhibitionist's ultimate fantasy?" A quick cough from Dave brought Sandra back to the reality of the room. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, but her eyes were still practically glazed over. For a moment, in her mind, she had been swinging naked around a pole in the middle of Times Square. "Or," Gerry continued, "you could flash your stuff all the way up and down the Strip." "What's the purpose of putting that much work and technology in such a vulgar vehicle?" Dave asked. His disapproval showed on his face and in his voice. "Publicity with self-censorship to stay just inside the law, among other things," Gerry responded. "The driver can switch from live to video at any time, or switch from a G-rated routine while traveling outside the Strip, to a PG at the edges of the main drag, and then to full X in the center where there shouldn't be any precious snowflakes to be traumatized. When in the neighborhoods totally outside the downtown area the displays can be also be set to look like a regular painted delivery truck." He looked over at Sandra and said, "I'm even setting it up to be a flight simulator ride of sorts. I haven't sold the hotel and casino on it yet, but I'm sure they would go for it. The Strippermobile Experience would allow a woman to really release her inner slut without having to worry about what cell phone videos might end up on the internet. After all, what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas." Gerry turned to look at Dave and smiled. Then he said cheerfully, "Why don't you and Sandy drop by my labs tomorrow. I could demonstrate the whole setup for you. It's almost complete. All it needs is a beta test shakedown and it will be ready to roll out on the Strip." "It would have to be early afternoon," Sandra replied. "I have to meet with the penthouse staff for final planning before we tour the Strip." "And I am playing golf with several other husbands," added Dave, "so she would have to come by herself... if she comes at all." "Do I detect a note of jealousy?" Gerry said with a chuckle. "Afraid that an old high school flame might get rekindled are we?" He then laughed once again and clinked glasses with Sandra. In response, David fumed and looked down at the drink he was gripping firmly in his hand. Gerry looked over at Sandra and raised his eyebrows before looking back to Dave and saying, "I assure you that Sandy will be perfectly safe with me. My boyfriend, who couldn't be with us tonight, works with me in the lab and will be helping run the final tests tomorrow. If everything goes well, Strippermobile 2.0 really is scheduled for its first public run tomorrow night." "Dave," Sandra said, "In case you didn't catch on, Gerry was never my boyfriend. In high school it was more like he was just one of the girls. He wasn't officially out of the closet, but everyone knew. So, he isn't an old flame that you have to worry about. He's more of an really safe old girlfriend. We have always been and will always be just very good friends." "OK," grumped Dave. "Just don't do anything stupid." "And by stupid," she explained with a forced smile to the rest of the table, "he means anything that might be fun." Turning to look directly at her husband seated next to her she huffed, "Lighten up! This is Vegas. Can't a girl have a little fun once in a while without you worrying about what the neighbors might think?" "I tell you what," Gerry said. "I will meet with you and the event coordinator from The Penthouse at 2:30. Then we can go over to my labs to look at the Strippermobile. You will be back here in plenty of time to do your last minute checks and I will be here in plenty of time to lead the tour of the Strip." Sandra was nearly bouncing in her seat like a little girl being offered her favorite ice cream as she said, "That works for me." Dave looked more like a kid in a dentist's waiting room as he muttered, "I'll be playing golf." Then he added ominously, "Remember, don't do anything that might get back home. We do have an image to maintain. And not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Gerry was about to say something in reply, but at that moment a swarm of waiters and waitresses flooded into the room bringing their meals. They were fast and efficient and within moments everyone was served. Following dinner, there were the customary speeches and reminiscences, and of course, the stupid prizes for longest married, most kids, who came from farthest away, and all of that. A little before midnight, the party broke up with most of the guests wandering into the casino itself to see if they could parlay their free chips into a windfall fortune. By one am, most had exhausted their supply of chips and were headed up to their rooms. *** The afternoon meeting with the event coordinator from The Penthouse restaurant was your typical, boring, go-down-the-checklist type of meeting that is a part of setting up gatherings at any hotel or resort. At least it lasted only an hour, so by 3:45, Gerry and Sandra were walking out the front door of the casino. After his car was brought around, he headed up Las Vegas Boulevard for a couple of blocks and then turned off the Strip and zig-zagged over to West Reno street and a rather nondescript building that looked like it had once been an auto repair shop– it had been. From the outside, the place looked almost abandoned, but once you stepped in through the security doors, it was bright, clean, and modern. The surprise showed on Sandra's face as Gerry clicked a remote and lights automatically came on in what was apparently his work area. "The run-down exterior keeps the tourists away," he explained. After a short laugh, he pointed to the myriad of cameras hanging from the ceiling and added, "And the electronic security keeps the competition honest." "Good afternoon, Ralph," he said to the nearest camera. "Good afternoon, Mister Bruger," echoed from the speakers on the wall. "Please verify," the voice continued. "Authorization code Alpha-Seven-Zero-Zero-Six," he replied. Then leaning close to Sandra he explained, "That means you are a visitor with full rights and I can show you what I am working on." "What if you got the code wrong?" she asked. "The fact that it started with 'alpha' means you are a full-access visitor," he answered with a smile. "And as long as I call him 'Ralph,' and the code ends in six everything is fine." Looking a little more serious he continued, "But if I had called him 'Dave'... or ended the code with a nine... or started it with 'x-ray'... or not given a code at all, one of us might be lying on the ground with a bullet in the leg right now." Gerry chuckled at her wide eyes and finished with "This is Vegas. They take their security very seriously here." He then clicked his remote once again and a large garage-style door rolled upward to reveal what appeared to be a small moving truck. "And this is why," he said. Stepping to one side, he added with a flourish of his arms, "I present to you, the Strippermobile Flight Simulator." Another click of his remote and the walls of the truck, which displayed the logo of a furniture company, seemed to suddenly turn transparent, revealing a room with a carpeted floor and ceiling, and a shiny brass pole mounted in the very center of the room. Two leather swivel chairs were mounted on the floor adjacent to the wall which separated the area from the cab of the truck. That wall was also covered in the deep blue carpet. "How would you like to be the very first person to try the Strippermobile Flight Simulator Experience?" he asked. "How realistic is it?" she replied. "You will think we are driving down the Strip," he answered. "You can even wave at the people on the sidewalk if you want and they will wave back." Sandra remained silent for several moments. Finally she said quietly, "Promise you won't tell David?" "I assure you he won't hear it from me," Gerry answered. He then pressed another button on his remote and one side of the truck body raised up like an old-fashioned garage door. "That's actually a screen on both sides," he explained. "Someday you will have a choice of almost anywhere, but for now I have it programmed so that from inside it will look like we are driving down the Strip." "I wish I could do this for real," Sandra answered breathlessly. "I would love to flash my body to everyone on the Strip, including our whole class. But David is right. If it ever got back home, it could cause problems for him and his business." "Pretend it is real," Gerry said with a big smile. "And who knows, you might get your wish. Remember, this is Vegas where, sometimes, dreams do come true." "I thought that was Disneyland," Sandra said with a slight laugh. "Same song, different verse," Gerry replied. He then helped Sandra climb up a small set of steps to a platform so that she could enter the back of the truck. As the panel came back down, the three outer walls of the truck appeared to become transparent. Gerry's voice came from the speakers, "It would probably be best if you sat down at the beginning until you get used to the movements of the truck. It will feel exactly like we are going out on the road, including the jerks and jostles." The sound of a truck starting up startled Sandra, and then the room began to vibrate slightly. She could hear a garage door opening and the truck felt like it began to move. Gerry had been right. It was exactly as if they were pulling out onto the street. She sat and watched some older buildings with a few houses interspersed go by. Then Gerry's voice said, "If this were real, the outside of the truck would still be the furniture van. You would be able to see out, but no one could see in." After a short pause, he added, "The show area starts in about two blocks, so get ready." Sandra stood and grasped the pole. After glancing around for a moment, she kicked off her heels so that they landed under one of the chairs. As she stood holding lightly to the pole, the driver reached the high end of the Strip and started down the boulevard. There were groups of people here and there on the sidewalks but it wasn't particularly crowded. Gerry's voice came over the speakers. It sounded slightly weird, almost like it was echoing... or being amplified to external speakers. "The Blue Sky Casino," he bellowed out, "presents our amateur stripper of the night... Sandra." He paused and said in a more subdued voice, "Remember, you too could ride the Strippermobile either for real or as a flight simulation at the Blue Sky Casino. And for your entertainment, our professional dancers will be appearing regularly here in the Strippermobile and also each evening at the Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge." Bump and grind music with a heavy beat began blaring from the speakers. Sandra grabbed the pole and pulled herself up a few feet off the ground. She knew what she was doing because she had been taking pole dancing classes for several years. She told Dave it was "to keep in shape," but her real reason was an almost obsessive fantasy of someday being able to exhibit her body to an audience. "I should have worn something easier to take off," she aloud said to herself. Gerry answered, "Improvise. It will make it look more real." "Oh!" she said. "You can hear me!" "And see you," he replied. "You've kept your body in very good shape. I still have those pictures of you streaking the homecoming game senior year. Nobody every figured out that was you, but I was the one waiting with the fake trash barrel so you could hide as soon as you got behind the bleachers. The cops chasing you never did figure out where you went." Sandra turned slightly red as the memories came back to her. "And luckily we scored a touchdown just as you took yourself over the top while you were squished down inside there so nobody but me heard you." Sandra now turned totally red and stammered, "I didn't know you heard me." Gerry laughed and added, "Sandra, EVERYONE would have heard you if they weren't cheering so loud." "Looks like the memories have gotten you in the mood," he said. "Your headlights are definitely at high beam and if I'm not wrong, your panties are soaking wet." In response, Sandra did a spin split and turned upside down. Her mini skirt fell down toward her waist totally exposing her bright blue panties which were, indeed, a much darker blue in the crotch. "You might try a knee swing while you get rid of that skirt," Gerry suggested. Sandra dropped her left foot to the floor and hooked her right knee around the pole. Then pushing herself with her left foot she began spinning backward around the pole while at the same time unzipping the short skirt. When she grabbed the pole and pulled herself upward once again, the skirt dropped to the floor as she began spinning faster around the pole. What Happens in Vegas Another suggestion from Gerry came through the speakers. "A flat hanging spin would be perfect to lose the blouse," Sandra brought her legs around the pole so that it was tight against her crotch. Then she straightened her legs and crossed her ankles so that the pole was held tight. Twisting hard with her hands, she left go and leaned back so that she was almost horizontal as she continued to spin around the pole. Her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse and a moment later it fluttered to the floor. "Let's give them a few minutes of a P & B routine as we go down the Strip," Gerry advised. "And then I will let you know so you can time it to go to full exposure as we go past the Blue Sky." Sandra felt a flush of heat go through her and the pole suddenly became very slippery between her legs as she went through one of the routines which she had learned in her classes. Even though this was just a simulation, the thought of flashing her naked body to her class was greatly exciting her. Head down with her back to the pole, she was now holding on with her hands behind her back and doing an upside down splits that fully exposed her increasingly wet crotch to the world. "Lose the bra," Gerry said, and Sandra went into an aerial leg spin that left her hands free to release the clasps. Soon she was spinning topless around the pole. "Now is the tricky part," Gerry said, suddenly sounding very serious. "You have to get the panties off without actually flashing your genitals. The best way is to face the pole and just slide them down. Then keep your pussy pushed against the pole for the rest of the routine. That keeps us legal for what is allowed outside the casino itself." Sandra stopped her spinning and stood pushing herself against the pole. The cool brass felt almost cold against her stomach as she pressed her chest and abdomen against the pole. She quickly slid the panties down over her hips and pushed them down as far as she could reach. Then lifting one leg, she dragged them the rest of the way down with her toes. She was now standing totally naked facing the non-transparent front wall of the truck. Her body was pressed tight against the pole as she did pelvic thrusts in time to the music. Each thrust forced the pole deeply between her pussy lips, but her clit and actual opening remained behind the pole. "Full spin as we go past the casino," Gerry yelled, and Sandra pulled herself back onto the pole to began a spin. As she rotated around the pole she could see people on the sidewalks staring at her. The pole felt cold and slippery rubbing against her hot crotch. She let herself go into an almost horizontal spin and watched upside down as the traffic and the crowds spun around her. "Thirty seconds before we close it down," Gerry said quietly and suddenly Sandra knew that she had to do it. She lowered her head and raised her feet until she was once again almost vertical and upside down. Then reaching around behind her back she grabbed the pole. A moment later, her legs came loose from around the pole and she was back into an upside down splits spin. This time it wasn't her soaked panties that were exhibited to the crowds. It was her glistening pussy on full display. On the fourth spin around the pole, the sides of the truck suddenly changed to look like white painted wood and the music changed to some innocuous elevator pop. "Back to furniture truck mode," Gerry said. "We will be back in the garage in just a few moments." When the side of the truck opened once again, Sandra was lying on her back in the middle of the room. Her hands were between her legs. "Good thing I kept the outside music on," Gerry said with a smile. "You haven't gotten any quieter as you have gotten older." Sandra stood slowly on very wobbly legs. The truck was back in the garage. From the cables and hydraulic lines attached to the computers at the side of the bay, it was obvious that they had never left the building. "Remember," Gerry said as Sandra pulled her clothing back on, "you need to meet with the coordinator at 5:30 and then be at the front doors at 6:00 for our guided tour of the Strip. Make sure you are exactly on time because I have a surprise ready for you that you will remember forever." *** Sandra wasn't sure why she had to meet with the event coordinator again since they seemed to have gone over everything earlier, but her agenda-driven nature brought her to the coordinator's office at exactly 5:30. "What did we need to talk about?" she asked. "I thought we had everything nailed down this afternoon." "Let me check my notes," the staff person replied and then began rummaging through a stack of papers on her desk. Two incoming phone calls and an interruption by a secretary later, she looked up and said, "Oh, I see now. Gerry indicated that we needed to talk, but my notes show that we did get everything arranged this afternoon. Sorry for the inconvenience." As she left the office, Sandra noted that the clock on the office wall read 5:55. "Just time to make it to the front doors," she thought to herself as she hurried through the lobby. The rest of the class and their spouses were waiting on the sidewalk as she came out of the casino. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape. One of her classmates turned to face her, pointed at her, and said in a stammering voice, "Here... here... here's Sandy now. It... it... it... couldn't have been her. She would never have had time to get dressed." Gerry started laughing and everyone stood looking back and forth between him and Sandra. "I'm sorry, Sandra," he finally said between laughs. "I decided to demonstrate my faceover software and superimposed your face on the body of one of our strippers in the Strippermobile. Too bad you weren't here to see it. You really gave everyone a great show. Especially there at the end." Sandra felt herself flush with heat and felt the liquid gathering between her legs as she realized what had occurred. With Gerry's help, she had, in fact, flashed her naked cunt to the entire class just like she had always dreamed of doing. It took her several moments to regain control. Finally she composed herself and exclaimed, "Gerry!" Then trying to sound very upset she added, "You could have gotten me in a lot of trouble." The class began laughing. One classmate said, "You really had us going, Gerry. I would have sworn that was Sandra in that truck." "Do you really think I would ever do something like that?" she asked, still trying to look very offended. Turning to Gerry, she said, "To make up for that, Gerry, you are buying David and me supper tonight." "It's the least I can do," he replied. "Besides, it's all being charged to my comp account anyway and being written off as a publicity expense." *** Later, after walking the Strip and stopping in at several of the attractions, the group returned to the Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge for their evening meal. As they were eating, David leaned close to his wife and said, "There is one thing that I still don't understand. How did Gerry know to superimpose a dolphin tattoo on either side of the stripper's pussy lips?" Sandra just smiled and responded, "I guess that is one of those mysterious things that happens in Vegas... and truly stays in Vegas." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What Happens in Vegas... Twenty-two hours straight travelling was not the best preparation to see you again for the first time in over twenty years. My flight to Phoenix changed last minute to Las Vegas with a following connecting some sixteen hours later onto my required destination. The airline had offered apologies and provided some meager compensation for the inconvenience for the disruption but for me it gave a perfect opportunity to see Jen again after far too many years. The last time we had met was over twenty years ago while we were both in high school, at that time three and a half thousand miles separated us as you went to school on Long Island and I was in the UK. It was an exchange programme that brought us together and unfortunately it was my stupidity that prevented us from doing what we both thought would happen. But that was a long time ago and as the saying goes time heals. We got in contact again about 3 months prior to the trip through facebook of all things, friend of a friend and all that and we started chatting regularly. I discovered that Jen had moved from Long Island and was working as a teacher on the outskirts of Las Vegas, I was due to visit Phoenix for work and had considered how we could get together for a coffee. Although it seemed a little excessive to do an eight hour each way trip for a cuppa even if it was very good. So I had doubts if we would actually manage it this time around. So when the airline announced the stay over in Las Vegas I was quietly very pleased and immediately got in contact to see if Jen was free. Jen had to shuffle a few things but the chance of catching up after all these years seemed too good an opportunity to miss. She noted the flight details and offered to collect me from the airport, which I instantly agreed too. In hindsight I thought that was probably a mistake, as the airline was providing a hotel room I should have gone there first to at least shower and change, but at 7.30pm local time the aircraft landed at McCarran slightly ahead of schedule and there was no time to change any plans. With immigration and baggage collection it took another hour and a half to get out of the airport. As soon as I could I sent a quick text to say I was in the arrivals lounge having stored my main bag and now just had an overnight bag with a change of clothes and some toiletries in it to travel lighter. Jen's text came back almost instantly telling me to go to the closed information kiosk and she would meet me there. Looking around the arrivals lounge the information kiosk was about twenty yards away on my right, with four people standing near it. I ruled out two immediately, one bloke and one old lady but there were two other possibilities. As it turned out neither of them were Jen as the group of four walked away as I got close. Turning around I started scanning the lounge for her and to see if I would even recognize Jen after all this time. A movement caught my eye and I saw her bounding over in a half contained run with a huge smile on across her face. As she got close Jen leapt at me like she had done many years ago when I met her off of her flight and planted a huge kiss on my lips. It didn't take much encouragement to wrap my arms around her and return the kiss with a longing that I thought had long since evaporated. Jen was almost exactly how I remembered, a different hairstyle but other than that the years seemed to have had very little effect. Just over five foot tall, a great body and hair that was now just below your shoulders. She also smelt great, which just made me think how bad I must smell after a day of sitting in cars and planes. Yet it didn't seem to bother her one bit as she kissed me long and hard again. Eventually breaking the clinch Jen took my hand and ask if I would like to get something to eat or maybe freshen up first. I choose the second option and she nodded telling me her apartment was about ten minutes away and I can grab a shower there, walking me out of the terminal into the early evening heat and humidity of Las Vegas. Her car was parked in the short wait area close to the terminal exit so it only took a minute to walk to it and be on our way. Jen drove a light blue ford, in the UK it would have been considered a large family car but on the American roads it was one of the smaller vehicles. As she drove we made some small talk, double checking when my flight out was and offered me a list of things we could do in and around Vegas if I was interested. Because of tiredness I was probably a little more honest than I expected and just replied that I wanted to see as much of her as I could. My mind instantly wondering if she took that to mean time with her or Jen being naked. From the fact Jen went quiet and blushed I guess she might have had similar thoughts but didn't actually respond to it, instead offering up a few ideas including a couple of touristy type things and an option to see a great band that she knew was playing later in a local bar. First things first though I needed a shower I said the car pulled onto a driveway of a very nice looking house. Jen was renting a lovely two bedroom house in a new development outside of Vegas, it was close enough to make going to town quick and easy and far enough away to not have the hassle associated with big city living. Best of both worlds really. The house, as most are in this part of the world, was air conditioned and the cool air immediately brought a shiver as I walked in from the still stifling heat of the street. Bag in hand Jen showed me straight upstairs to the bathroom pointing out the walk in shower and told me to make myself at home, turning to leave telling me she would go and get me a fresh towel. Planting another quick kiss on my lips as she skipped off and I was left alone in the bathroom. I stripped out of my shirt and trousers, I preferred to travel in smart clothes rather than jeans as the chances of an upgrade were always better if you were presentable rather than scruffy. Folding the trousers but balling the shirt up, before fishing out my wash kit from my bag. Shirt and underwear got stuffed into the side pocket of the bag and now naked I turned on the water for the shower. The walk-in shower was huge with a glass wall separating it from the rest of the bathroom, the glass clear from just above waist height and opaque below that. As a shower goes this was the equivalent of stepping under a heated Niagara Falls. A huge shower head raining water down directly from above. It was bliss, the hot water exactly what was needed after almost a straight day of travelling. There was a knock on the door and Jen asked if I wanted a beer. Before I could actually answer she was in the bathroom holding towels and two beers anyway. I'm not a particularly shy person but I did a quick double check of the relative height of the frosted glass and my waist to see if I was on full display or just my top half and decided I probably had my modesty intact. Jen sat on the toilet while we chatted and I proceeded to apply shampoo and get lathered up. There was a clink of beer bottles as the soap suds ran over my face, my eyes screwed shut to avoid getting soap in them until I washed the suds fully away. When I had rinsed and opened my eyes again Jen had moved. The beer bottled clinked again behind me and Jen stood naked at the edge of the walk-in with a beer in each hand. Well I didn't want you drinking alone she said extending an arm and offering me a beer. Could this shower get any better I thought as she took a long pull on the bottle and moved towards me and under the cascading water. Jen looked fantastic, the last time I had spent any real time with her was years ago when we were both teenagers, looking at her now naked and dripping wet I wouldn't have aged her more than five years older but I suddenly felt as if I had aged by about fifty years instead of the twenty three or so years that had actually passed. I couldn't help myself from staring as she began smoothing her wet hair back. I took a big drink from my own beer, partially to stop me from blurting something stupid out and partially to buy me a few seconds while Jen continued to play with her hair. With her shoes off Jen was almost a foot shorter than me but there was so much to try to instantly take in. We were inches apart under the shower, Jen had finished with her hair and had done a 180 degree turn so her back was to me which enabled her to take another pull of beer. Looking around the shower I placed my bottle on the first available ledge to free up my hands. My arms circled around Jen's waist as I pressed myself against her back, her head tilting back and resting against my shoulder. Already my cock was beginning to rise and twitch having been pressed against her firm wet ass. I craned my neck and planted a wet kiss on Jen's lips as she wriggled her ass against me obviously having felt the twitches from behind. The kiss went on and on, my arms still around her waist, Jen's hand over mine and her other still holding her beer. Slowly Jen moved her free hand dragging mine with it up to her breast. Pressing my palm firmly against her soft breast and squeezing. I didn't need any further encouragement and I continued playing with her tit as her hand moved away. My other hand moved down resting just above her pussy. Jen's hips were still slowly moving as she rubbed her ass against my now hard and erect cock. As a teenager I had dreamed of getting my hands on Jen like this but other than a brief rushed fumble we had never managed to be together. As my fingers slipped down towards her pussy I thought about the time I had done this to her before and how badly that had all turned out - 23 years of not talking, but we weren't kids anymore and this somehow seemed so right. My fingers brushed against Jen's skin, drifting between her legs. Fingers curling and stroking her pussy up and down. Gently feeling for the opening before slipping my finger inside Jen's pussy. Jen sighed heavily as my finger pressed inside her, her hips now stilled as a second finger pushed into her and the pair began a rhythmic assault of her womanhood. Our kiss had broken when my fingers entered Jen and my other hand moved up from her breasts to her neck, stroking her softly from under her chin to her breasts and back again. Jen's free hand had curled around my thigh while her other still holding her beer was brought up to her chest. I took the beer bottle out of her hands taking a sip and then passing the beer directly from my mouth to hers in a kiss, half of it dribbling down Jens cheek before being washed away by the shower water. Another sip and this time she took the full beer transfer. Jen twisted another 180 degrees so we were back face to face, my hand slipping from her pussy as she moved. Jen's hands were free now and she took my cock in both hands slowly wanking me up and down, pressing her breasts against my chest. I needed to get rid of the beer bottle and get full use of both hands so crouched down depositing the now empty bottle on the shower floor. Jen had let go of my cock as I moved but my head was now pressed between Jen's breasts my mouth opening and latching onto one of her engorged nipples nipping it lightly with my teeth. Jen squealed briefly but I was already standing up again, lifting her up and against me as I stood. As I lifted Jen it was a fluid motion that she wrapped her arms around my neck and parted her legs, curling them around my thighs before I lowered her towards my eagerly waiting cock. I felt myself contact her skin and nestle at the entrance to her pussy before slowly lowering her down onto me. The contact was exquisite, Jen was tight and wet, gravity helping lower her fully onto me as every last millimeter I had pressed inside her pussy. I leaned Jen back against the wall, the cold hard tiles a shock against her skin after the hot water from the shower, but the shock was brief and forgotten as I began to move inside her. Very slowly I began rolling my hips while I supported Jen's weight, managing to withdraw my cock partially before pressing it back fully inside her. After having waited over twenty years to fuck Jen I wanted it to be as sensual as possible, if only to make up for my previous mistakes. Jen uncurled one leg and planted her foot against the glass shower screen now half supporting her own weight and allowing me more freedom in my movements. I was still pressed firmly against Jen, her breasts pressing against the course hair on my chest, our lips locked together as only my hips moved and my cock speared between Jen's legs. I was moving quicker now and could feel Jen bouncing off the wall each time my cock thrust into her. My increase in pace also increasing how hard I drove myself forward. Jen stifled a moan either from pleasure or from another bash against the wall but she wasn't stopping me or trying to change what was happening as again and again I thrust and she moaned. I opted for a change, worried that I was going to hurt Jen and that in the heat of the moment she was just going with it despite being bruised. I lowered her leg and spun her around, bending her forwards slightly making her put her hands against the wall. Her ass glistened from the cascading water and I couldn't help but give it a playful slap as I stood between her legs. Jen shuddered as my hand hit her wet butt but her moan was nothing but pleasure. I did it again and she moaned once more. From behind I eased myself back inside her pussy, slowly filling her as I moved forward until my hips touched her ass. Jen was braced against the wall with both hands, her feet spread wide apart and I was holding firmly onto her hips, the combination allowed me to build up to a fast, hard rhythm very quickly. Slamming hard into Jen from behind while she cushioned the impacted using her arms as shock absorbers against the wall. Jen's tits swung freely as we fucked, her upper body bent forwards and her tits bouncing with each thrust. Occasionally Jen would drop a hand to squeeze one of her breasts but only for a moment as the fucking didn't cease or slow and I steadily pounded her cunt. I slipped a hand around her hips, fingers seeking out her pussy and ultimately her clit as I continued to take her from behind. A moan signaled my fingers had found their target but I wasn't sure how l long I was going to last and if I could make Jen cum before I did. The answer was no. I could feel my balls begin to twitch and knew I had a few seconds before I erupted. I told Jen I was going to cum and she immediately moved. My cock was out of her pussy and she spun around taking me in her hand. Jen pumped my cock hard and fast, my groan and a string of white cum erupting and splashing onto Jen's belly, she carried on pumping aiming my cock higher and a second string of cum spat out landing just below her breasts, a third and fourth weaker eruptions back on her belly and thigh respectively as Jen slowed but carried on softly moving my cock in her hands. She leaned in and kissed me, none of the passion in her kisses having dissipated, her tongue driving into my mouth and flicking at my own. We kissed for several minutes before Jen rinsed herself off under the water and killed the shower. Jen grabbed a couple of towels half wrapping one around herself and throwing the other to me before walking out of the bathroom trailing her hand behind her so I would follow in her wake. She didn't go far, heading into the room directly opposite the bathroom and climbing onto her large bed. Jen had her towel wrapped loosely around her, as I had done with it around my waist. But as she flopped onto the bed the towel unraveled and a naked Jen was once again presented before me. I don't know if Jen was calculating or just lucky but I wasn't ready for round two just yet however that wasn't going to stop me from playing. Reaching the bed I softly run my hands along Jen's legs stopping at her thighs and smoothing my fingers from her inner thighs back to her calves. I repeated this a number of times each time easing her legs slightly further apart and teasing my fingers higher up her inner thighs until Jen had her legs spread wide and my fingertips just brushed against her pussy. At that point rather than pushing a couple of fingers inside her which she was desperate to receive I began planting kisses up her legs, alternating from one leg to the other, starting at her ankle, then her calf, then behind her knee. Each kiss had fingers teasing the skin just beyond it. Lower thigh, mid-thigh, upper thigh. Jen was already breathing heavily and her hands had moved to cover her breasts, her nipples plucked and squeezed by her own fingers. A kiss on her inner upper thigh, my stubbly cheek brushing against her lips caused a gasp. A kiss on the other thigh and I deliberately graze my stubble gently over her lips again. Jen raising her hips to increase the contact against her sensitive pussy. My hand now resting on her belly pushes her back down against the bed and I repeat my kisses, kissing ever closer and around her pussy. Jen arched again as my teeth nipped lightly on her lips, my hand pushing her back down against the bed once more, signalling I was in charge and that she should take what was coming. Kisses now being replaced with an inquisitive tongue and nipping teeth to keep Jen guessing what would happen next. What did happen was inevitable though and between Jen's spread legs and my tongue running up and down over lips, my tongue slipped inside her and softly teased her sensitive pussy. Jen was dripping wet, her skin was still damp from the shower but her pussy was completely different and my tongue flicking at her hole did nothing to reverse the dampness she was generating. Her taste was indescribable, musky and sweet like nothing else in the world you could ever eat. My tongue now lapping ferociously at her pussy as her hips once again bucked under a wave of pleasurable sensations. By the time my tongue worked its way up to Jen's clit she was already on the brink of her orgasm, her breathing ragged amidst her loud moaning. My tongue flicked her clit I pushed a fingertip inside her, just enough to open her up. Her clit pushed her over the edge as Jen screamed with pleasure as my mouth engulfed her pleasure bud and she bucked and jerked her hips under me as the waves of her orgasm exploded from her core. I carried on sucking her clit while she writhed, my finger moving deeper inside her as she came. Her internal muscles squeezing against my finger, contracting and releasing as the ripples of her release continued to wash through her. A man's orgasm lasts for about ten seconds or so, but women seem capable of so much more, still sucking on Jen's clit and now finger fucking her tight pussy Jen's orgasm continued for thirty or maybe forty seconds before she stopped thrashing around on the bed and lay there mewing like a happy cat. Finally breaking my connection with her pussy I looked up to see the look of sheer bliss and contentment on her face, her hands still firmly covering her breasts but I could see she had her fingers clamped around her nipples as she fought to bring her breathing back under control. Eating Jen's pussy had bought me the time I needed and a small tug of my towel unraveled it to let it fall quietly to the floor. I moved up and over Jen while she was still basking in the post orgasmic glow, my cock once again hard and ready. With Jen still spread wide below me she was just to inviting not to push my cock between her moist lips. Slowly I eased my cock inside her, watching myself disappear as I pushed deeper and deeper until our bodies pressed together at the groin. I could still feel her pussy clenching and releasing as I began to slide in and out of Jen's hole, my body upright and hands on her legs forcing her knees wider as I got into a rhythm moving my hips and driving my cock deep into Jen. What Happens in Vegas... Jen's hands left her breast , moving to rest on my hips as I began the process of slowly bringing us both to another orgasm. Jen's tits now bouncing gently with each thrust, rolling tantalizingly up her chest before returning only to roll again as the next thrust impacted. We fucked gently for a few minutes, gradually the clenching subsided and I lowered my body over Jen's sandwiching her breasts under my chest. The tempo increased in this position and we kissed passionately Jen tasting her cum on my lips while my cock sought to bathe in its own fresh batch of juice. Jen broke the kiss and told me to get on my back mounting me swiftly, hands on my chest as she raised and lowered her hips, impaling herself on my cock with each downward movement. Jen built up a tempo bouncing off my thighs before raising herself and slamming back down hard onto my waiting pole. Each slam driving my cock hard and deep inside Jen's needy pussy. I don't know whether my cock was hitting just the right spot or Jen was just naturally swift to reach an orgasm but her moaning began to rise and she was clearly on a short mission to cum again. I myself was having an overload of sensations, the pleasure of Jen's tight snatch gripping me as she pounded down was one thing, coupled with her hands - now balled fists as she fought for her release, but balled fists around handfuls of my chest hair driving pain every time she moved providing an exquisite pleasure pain combo, then add to that her moaning and bouncing tits above me and I had no hope of regaining any control. I could feel my imminent ejaculation rising inside but I desperately held on. Jen's moans became screams and she arched herself backwards as the first jolt ripped through her loins, closely followed by another before my cock twitched and exploded deep inside her. Jen rocked her hips feeling me cum and urging me to release everything I had as she herself shook with another ripple. A final rock of her hips back and forth as the shared orgasms subsided before exhausted Jen lay backwards, my cock slipping from her pussy as she lay flat on the bed between my outstretched legs, cum seeping slowly out of her ravaged pussy and tickling down her crack onto the bed. Now that was the way to say hello to someone you hadn't seen in some time. What Happens in Vegas My name is Kathy, and I am an ex-Elementary School Teacher from Ohio. By Ex I mean I just resigned and have begun a new and much more interesting life. I was born and grew up in a small town in Ohio, and I became a Teacher in the Elementary School in the same town as my very first job. At first and for quite a while I loved the job. I loved working with the kids and seeing them grow and blossom. But after five or six years of it I became bored with it, burned out I guess. I was also bored with small town life. My social life was dull, and my sex life even worse. The guys I had relationships with seemed to think that sex is 10 or 12 ins and outs in my vagina followed by an ejaculation followed by deep sleep. I began spending my vacations in Las Vegas and I liked everything about the city. I enjoy gambling, mostly Black Jack which I have become fairly good at. I am not an addict, I have my limits and I win more than I lose so I stay ahead of the game. I packed up and moved to Las Vegas a month ago and I rented a small apartment with just enough room for me. The rent is not cheap but I have some savings from my life in Ohio, and I could afford it while I looked for a job in town. I got some good news today from one of the Casinos where I had applied for a job as a Dealer. They liked my resume and the first interview went well so they wanted me to come in for another interview and possibly a job offer. I nailed the interview and they offered me the job and I accepted it. The starting salary is not great but it will go up, and tips always help. I know this is a sexist thing to say, but I think I am fairly attractive and I know how to flirt, and men will probably respond to that with nice tips. I was so happy and pleased with this that I stopped at one of the Casino bars to have a celebratory drink. It wasn't even cocktail hour yet but these bars are always busy, 24 hours a day. The typical Vegas customers were there, some real freaks and some very normal looking people. Down at the other end of the bar there was a nice looking guy who kept checking me out. I didn't encourage him but soon he came down to my side and asked if he could join me. As I said he was a good looking guy so I said OK. I hadn't had a casual sexual encounter in quite a while, and I have to admit that I started to think about it. He bought me another drink and introduced himself. "My name is Bill. What's yours?" I noticed that we were keeping it to first names only, so I answered "Kathy." After a few minutes of very small talk he said "Why don't we go up to my room and discuss price?" My God, I thought. He thinks I am a hooker. I have a kind of twisted sense of fun so I thought I would go along with it to see what happens. "OK, let's do that." We finished our drinks and got up and went to the nearest elevator. Mind you I would not have done this if he was some grotesque loser. He is very attractive and I was intrigued by what was happening. When we were in his room he cut right to the chase and said "How much do you want for an evening of intimate time?" "Bill, I am not a hooker. I came up here willingly and some intimate time is fine with me, but you do not need to pay me." He seemed very disappointed at that which I could not understand. If he is going to get what he wants for free, how is that a bad thing? He said "Sorry, I misunderstood. Don't be offended. I guess this is not going to work out." Now I am really confused. "Bill, I am not playing hard to get. I am ready and willing. Isn't that alright?" He was deep in thought for a moment, and then he tried to explain. "I like to hire a woman so that her entire body is available to me, with nothing off limits. Professional women are not judgmental and I get what I want with no drama." Now I am a little concerned. What kind of creepy stuff is this guy in to? I am pretty open minded about different kinds of sex, but I don't like pain, neither giving or receiving it. I looked at the door thinking maybe I should make a break for it. But he seemed like such a nice guy and I needed to know what this was about. "Bill, I may be new to Vegas but I am not that innocent. What is it that you want?" He reluctantly said "I will tell you, and then you will probably be out the door in a flash. I like anal sex." What a coincidence, I thought. Me too. It has been a while, but when I was just out of High School and eighteen years old, I had an experience with it. There was a guy who lived next door who was a year older than me, and he had joined the Marines right out of High School. He came home on leave that summer, and we "hooked up" as they say. My parents both worked so I was home alone all day, and he came over to hang out with me. One thing led to another, and it was clear that he wanted to have sex with me. I was worried about pregnancy which would have ruined my life, but he said not to worry because he wanted to cornhole me. I had no idea what that meant but I said OK. We went up to my bedroom, and to make a long story shorter, he fucked me in the ass. We didn't even take all of our clothes off; we just took off our jeans and underwear. No romance or foreplay, he just got me to lie face down on the bed I had slept in since I was a kid. He took a pillow and got me to lift up so he could put it under my hips. He said "It will go in farther this way." Now I began to understand what 'cornhole' meant. I was apprehensive but it was too late to turn back now. I felt his cock touch my asshole and I held my breath. He pushed a couple of inches in me and I said "Ouch!" I squirmed and squealed but that didn't stop him, he just held me down and shoved it in. It was very uncomfortable at first, but it got better. At his age it was no surprise that he didn't last long, and I felt the semen gush into me. I liked that part. We got together two more times at my house, up in my bedroom with his cock up in my ass. The second time it was not so uncomfortable, and on the third day before he even brought it up I asked him if he would please do it to me again and it was not uncomfortable at all. By then I really liked it, feeling filled and stretched by his hard-on, and feeling his semen pump into me. Then he was gone, back to the Marines, and I never saw him again. I could never tell anyone about this, not even my best girlfriend. I had a few relationships over the next years but none of them were interested in my back door and I couldn't ask for it because the word would be out in town that I was an ass-whore. All of those memories flashed through my mind in an instant, and then I answered Bill. I said "No, I will not be out the door because of that. I'm pretty sure that many people like anal sex, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. If that is what you want I am willing." Actually I was more than willing, I was eager to do it that way. I remember what it was like the third time I did it with the Marine and I wanted to feel it that way again. Bill said "Willing is nice, but I don't want you to think I am a pervert. That's why it is so much easier with a hooker." "Bill, you're not getting me. I am not only willing; I want it that way too. I just moved here from a small town where the men are not very imaginative about sex. I had one experience when I was barely legal, and I have been craving it ever since. I was too modest or ashamed to ask any of the men I had affairs with in my home town. It is a good thing that I didn't because they most likely would have refused, and then I can guess what the gossip in town would have been like." That seemed to convince him, that and the fact that I was deliberately sitting so he could look up my skirt and see the thong that was barely covering my crotch. I moved my legs farther apart and he stared at the wedgie in my panties. That did it. "OK, let's try it." He got up and started to undress and I did the same. When he pulled his pants and briefs down I got a look at his cock. It was already getting hard, and it was very nice. Not quite porn star size, but larger than I had ever experienced. It was completely straight with a nicely shaped helmet head. It bobbed and swayed around as he took off his shirt and undershirt, and I was thrilled with the thought that it would soon be up my ass. His muscular, athletic body was beautiful, and his masculinity was like a magnetic field that I basked in. I felt like a High School girl that finally had the chance to make out with the star football player. Except I wanted to do more than make out, I wanted to lick his body all over. I especially wanted to lick his balls and suck his cock and make him cum in my mouth. No time for that however, since he wants to cornhole me, to use the word for it that my Marine used. I kind of like the word, because it has a dirty, nasty sound to it that perfectly describes the act itself. When we were naked he led me to the bed and indicated that I should lie down. I did, but on my back. He got on the bed beside me and I couldn't resist, I took his cock in my hand. It was now rock-hard, and thick with an almost muscular feel. I touched the pink head right at the little hole where the semen squirts out, and then I stroked it in the way that guys like. I felt his large hairy ball-sack, and carefully and gently squeezed each testicle. A man's balls turn me on, and his were unusually large and virile. He climbed over me and I spread my legs, and without the slightest attempt at foreplay he pushed his stiff cock up my vagina. I suppose he was treating me like a hooker whose body belonged to him for the paid-up time and he didn't have to be polite. He began to fuck me in the conventional way which was a surprise. I didn't care, it felt great going in and out of me. I whispered "Did you change your mind?" "No. Turn over." Please turn over would have been nice, but oh well. I turned over but as I was doing that I reached up and took a pillow from the head of the bed. "Let me show you something you might like. You will go in me deeper this way." I positioned the pillow under my hips just like I remembered my Marine did, and it raised my butt up at a nice angle for him. He said "God, yes. Thank you." His cock was glistening and wet from my vagina, and I believe it was over eight inches of stiff shaft. I was dying to have it in me. Instead of that he grasped my butt with both of his strong hands and spread me open. He moved in for a close look and I hoped it would meet with his approval. I have checked myself out down there with a mirror, and if an asshole can be pretty I think mine is. No hair or dark skin around it, just a puckered pink hole. He moved in even closer and I felt like I was being inspected by the FDA. I must have been graded as 'Safe for human consumption' because the next thing I felt was his tongue on my asshole. He kissed and licked it like a delicacy. He couldn't get his tongue in very far but he did his best and I loved it. I had never even imagined anyone doing that. I felt him deposit a dollop of saliva on my asshole for lubrication. To complete his inspection he pushed his middle finger all the way up my ass. He has big hands to match his big cock and it was tantalizingly close to the feeling of a stiff hard-on sliding into me. I had been dreaming and fantasizing and craving that for over six years now and I couldn't wait any longer. "Bill, stop teasing me." He understood and moved into position over me, and I felt the head of his cock touch my anus. A thrill of anticipation went through me like electricity. After all these years I was finally going to be fucked up the ass again. He began to push, and the helmet head went into me. I made a noise but it did not hurt, I just couldn't help it. It felt like I was being stretched to the limit but it was not at all painful, it was exciting and I wanted it in me deeper. He methodically pushed it into me until his pubic hair brushed up against my butt and I knew it was all the way in. He reached around me with both hands and grasped my right breast with his right hand, and touched my pussy with his left. He began to fuck me in wonderful slow motion, and fondled my breast and my pussy at the same time. Most men just grab and grope your breasts, and shove their finger up your vagina, but he was much more knowledgeable than that. He manipulated my clit in exactly the way that I masturbate, all the while sliding his cock in and out of my asshole. He had to go slowly because I was still tight, the incident when I was eighteen was a long time ago, and my Marine was not as well hung as Bill. The feeling of his beautiful long penis sliding all the way up in me was the most exciting thing I have ever experienced. Your asshole is the most personal and private part of your body, even more so than your vagina, and that made it so incredibly intimate. This continued for several minutes and I was in a state of blissful surrender. I had never been fucked so expertly before and I knew I was going to have an orgasm. The head of his cock was poking and probing way up inside me, much farther in me than I thought possible. He continued in his machine-like way until I noticed some urgency in his thrusting. He pushed hard against my butt with every last fraction of an inch in me and let out a grunt. I felt his cock pulse and twitch and a fountain of semen squirted into me. This is what turned me on to anal sex during the first time with the Marine. The sensation of being injected with his precious living sperm set me off, and I had an orgasm that was just as intense as his. It must have been like a Rodeo ride for him with me bucking and flailing around. He collapsed on top of me but he was careful not to crush me. He was huffing and puffing but he kept his hands where they were, cupping my breast and pressing against my clit. He didn't rub or stroke my clit; he just kept his hand touching it in a calming and reassuring way. We stayed locked together like that for what seemed like an hour but it was probably only ten or fifteen minutes. He didn't lose any of his erection, it stayed stiff and hard. I whispered "That feels so good. Don't take it out." "I won't. It was so nice that you had an orgasm when I did. I have never had a woman do that." "When your semen went into me it felt so good that I practically exploded. I have never felt it like that." After another few moments I whispered "Do you think you can start over now?" He began to move, almost imperceptibly, and I realized he was going to do it again. I think I love this guy. He went faster now which was possible due to the load he had emptied into me. Semen makes good lubrication. There were some wet squishy sounds as he pushed in and out of me, almost like it sounds when I am being fucked in my vagina. Speaking of my vagina, he resumed the masturbation technique on my clit and continued to fondle my breast. This guy is a fuck-master. Why in the world should he have to pay for this? I would gladly pay him. He came up hard against me with every thrust, and his heavy balls slapped against my pussy. I was murmuring and muttering like an insane person while he hyperventilated. He stopped all the way in and emptied another load in me. I was in ecstasy; it was amazing that this guy could do that again so soon. Twice without even pulling out. I didn't have an orgasm this time, but I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. It was as if I had been gang-banged by just one guy. Not that I have ever been gang-banged but you know what I mean. He finally had enough, and he withdrew slowly. I hated that because I wanted him in me for the rest of my life, but all good things must end. When the head popped out of me I felt a sense of emptiness but at least I knew that his sperm were still deep in me, swimming around and no doubt confused. We stayed side-by-side for a while, and then I got up and got dressed. I went into the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, and when I came out his eyes were closed. I didn't know if he was really sleeping or he just didn't want to talk to me anymore. Like a hooker, he wanted me out the door. His cock was still half-hard, and I had an overpowering urge to take it in my mouth and suck it, but I didn't want to disturb him. Instead of kissing him goodbye I kissed his cock right on the head. He kept his eyes closed but he flinched which proved he was faking being asleep. I went to the dresser to pick up my purse, and on top of it were three crisp new one hundred dollar bills. I was a little offended, but then I thought what the hell, I can use the money, and I took it. Obviously he has to pay in order to not feel guilty about the nasty things he had done to me, so I was doing him a favor I guess. There was a Hotel notepad and pen on the dresser, so I wrote down my cell phone number and "Call me." As I went down the elevator I felt my panties getting wet and sticky. My asshole was still stretched open and Bill's cum was oozing out of me. Even though I was losing some I knew there was a lot more of it deep inside me. I left the hotel and drove home, and I thought about my future in Vegas. I have a decent job so I don't have to sell my body to survive, but I can do it on a case-by-case basis. I won't have to deal with any guy that propositions me, if he is ugly or smelly I will just act very offended and tell him he should call an escort service. But if it is an attractive guy that I would probably have sex with anyway, I will take him up on his offer. If I do that every week or so it will supplement my salary and tips from the Casino, and it will also satisfy my sexual needs. I will have to come up with a way to ask the guys to fuck me in the ass that will sound modest and ladylike. I bet most of them will do it. I have come to realize that I am very anally erotic, thanks to the teenage introduction to it by my Marine neighbor and now the expert ass-fuck by Bill. But I really hope that Bill will call me. I hope he wants to give me another shot, pardon the tacky play on words. If he has to pay me to get rid of his inhibitions I will just have to take the money. What Happens in Vegas It is their second evening in Las Vegas. They are staying at the Bellagio: only the best for his princess. It is late spring and the weather is beautiful. They have spent the day hiking in the desert and had a wonderful picnic. He has kept her in a heightened state all day. While they were hiking, he had her masturbate to the point of coming several times. However, he stopped her: need to keep her in line. Plus, he loves the pouting. He always wonders what she thinks. Does she wonder why he teases her like this, not letting her come, with him refraining from coming? However, in her mind, he is fucking her every waking hour and from what she tells him, even in her dreams. They have just finished sushi at Caesar's. As he returns from the restroom, he walks behind her. As she sits, he notices her g-string peeking out from her jeans and feels his cock harden. He sits down and looks at her. Her eyes so clear and her mane hanging around her neck, he just takes it all in and realizes how incredibly lucky he is. She is an amazing woman and the best slut. It has taken some time to get to this point. It was her idea to pursue the relationship. He was concerned that she had some issues that needed to be resolved. But she had assured him that she was ready and that they were in the past. She is naturally submissive and very intelligent. She has had trouble balancing being successful, assertive, and submissive. In times of conflict, she would act out and withdraw from him. But time and patience have paid off. She is so smart, beautiful, sexy, and submissive. He can't resist that killer combination. He hopes she knows how tremendously happy he is with her. Nothing better then a light sushi dinner and a beer to liven up one's spirit. Nevertheless, she is pouting. "I want some chocolate!" "Princess, I will get you something later. Quit pouting and drink some water. I don't need you getting dehydrated. We were in the sun all day." She drinks her water. "Good girl. Let's go for a walk in the Caesar's Mall. I think there is a Victoria's Secret. We can buy a gift for you to wear for me." She smiles. He touches her belly as she gets up. They are dressed casually. She is in jeans just over her hips, a nice white spaghetti strap tank top, no bra, and flat sandals. She looks hot. She always does. He takes her hand as they begin their stroll. As usual, people look their way. He is never quite sure if it just her. This is completely reasonable. Beautiful woman stand out. Alternatively, is it that people can't understand why she is with him? They arrive at the store. "You pick something out you want to see me in. I need some new bras and panties. Please . . ." This is when it is tough for him to top her. His mind and heart go to battle. The heart says, "Spoil her." The brain says, "Control her." They reach a compromise. Spoil and control! His favorite. "Yes. Bring me six matching pairs of bras and panties. G-strings and thongs. No fuckin' granny panties." "Thank you. " "Princess, you will have to earn them later." She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "You have shown me so much. I would do anything for you." "Are you sure?" "Yes. I am sure. I trust you," she replies. "We will see." As she turns and walks away, he comments, "Hey, Princess, you need some stockings. Your last pair got ripped last night." As she walks off to start her search, all he sees is her head shaking, and he knows her chest and face are flush. While he is looking for something for her to wear, he keeps an eye on her. He loves watching her in the world. Moving about. Sometimes she is unaware of the effect she has on men and even some women. He comes up behind her, slides his hand around her waist, across her belly, and into her jeans a bit and tugs on her g-string. He pulls her close and whispers in her ear. "Lady, I just wanted to warn you there was a guy leering at you over there and I think he is up to no good and wants to buy this for you!" She turns and sees that he is holding up a black camisole and matching g-string. "You can wear it to bed, and the top you could wear out in the evening." "Yes. It is lovely. Thank you." "Plus, your tits will look great in it." He loves watching her go flush. She shows him what she has picked out, nine pairs: tan, blue, pink, green, pale yellow, peach, red, black, and white. "Princess, that is nine. I am only picking four." She looks up at him and bites her lip. "You spoiled brat. Five pairs. No more. Do they all have matching garter belts?" "The tan doesn't," she replies. "Ok, it is out. I like the blue and pink. Green would look bad against your skin. Keep the yellow, always black, and you chose between the peach and white." "I will take the peach. I already have a bunch of white. Why not the red?" "Red is whorish. You are my slut. But, you are no one's whore! Now get the matching garters and three pairs of stockings. I will meet you at the register." "Thank you." She meets him at the register, and the clerk begins to ring the items up. He strokes the small of her back. "What did you do to deserve all these nice things?" the clerk asks. She is about to reply, when he steps in with, "She hasn't yet. She will later." "Oh," the clerk replies, neatly folding tissue paper around each item. "Do you folks get our catalog?" She slides the wrapped lingerie into shopping bags. "Thank you for shopping at Victoria's Secret, and have a pleasant evening." "We will." He grabs up the bags. As they walk out, she is all giddy. "Thank you, thank you. I am such a lucky girl." She kisses him on the cheek, and he pulls her close. "You may not be thanking me later." "But, I still want some chocolate!" she pouts. "Princess, are you insatiable?" "Sometimes," coyly comes from her mouth. "Keep it up, and you will not get spanked." He takes her hand and they walk across the casino. "Do you want to play poker?" she asks. "Not now. I am thinking you need to make payment on all that lingerie." "I think I should also." She smiles. "I need to stop and gets some water." They stop into the gift shop, and he buys two large bottles and one small bottle. "Can I get some chocolate?" she asks. "I will order something from room service for you." He hands her the small bottle. "Drink it. I don't need you getting dehydrated. You know how cranky you get when you get dehydrated." "Ok, ok. Sometimes you mother me too much." "You know I only have your best at heart." She finishes the water and hands him the empty bottle. "Mmm, Princess, any ideas of where I can stick the bottle" "Anywhere you desire," she replies. "Good answer!" The elevator door opens, people exit, and they enter. As the doors begin to shut, some people come to the door. She reaches to push the "open" button, and he grabs her hand before she makes a mistake. The doors close. As the elevator begins to rise, he steps to the back of elevator and she rushes up and whispers in his ear. "I want to take you and suck your cock. Here! Now!" "I don't think the ride up is long enough, you don't have the guts, and you are not tough enough to do it!" With that, he pushes her away. "See." She rushes him again. He just grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her back. "You're a wimp. We both know you can't even control the dog." She rushes him again, doing her best impression of a tough guy. As he pushes her back again, the elevator door opens and there is a surprised elderly couple. She turns red with embarrassment. As the couple enters, she climbs inside his space and he pulls her tight and whispers: "See, I told you so." He kisses her cheek. As they exit the elevator, she starts for the room and he grabs her by the belt. "What's the rush Princess?" "I need to pee. You forced all that water in me." "Quit the whining." Then, "That's a thought." "What's a thought?" "Oh, I wonder if I could increase your bladder capacity with some medical play." "Don't even think about it." "Princess, that's a lot of lingerie in that bag, and you said you'd do anything." "The receipt is in the bag. If I fail to make the payment, you can return it." He opens the door to the room and she rushes in. "I need to pee." "Princess, did you ask?" "May I pee? Please." "Yes. But, first strip for me, and don't rush it." He sits down and she begins to strip. She removes her sandals and starts unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. She shimmies as her jeans drop to the floor and steps out of them. "Slow down." She slowly removes her top and throws it to him. Her tits look great and her nipples are hard. She gyrates as she pulls her g-string down. There she stands, both nude and naked before him. "Very nice, Princess. In the front pocket of my gym bag are your collar, your leash, and your bit. Retrieve them for me." She begins to walk over to get the items. "Princess, on all fours please, and carry them in your mouth." She crawls across the floor, places the articles in her mouth, and returns to him. She struggles with the leash being caught under her hands as she crawls. "Keep your eyes on me, Princess." She looks up at him and her eyes are slightly glazed. She assumes her position at his feet. She has been there before. He leans down, takes the collar, leash, and bit from her and places her head on his thigh. He puts the leash and bit aside, takes the collar, and places it around her neck as he slowly grinds his boot into her pussy. He secures the collar around her neck. "Are you my Princess?" "Yes." "Are you my slut?" "Yes." With that, he clips the leash to the collar and kisses her deeply. The leash is a finely cut steel chain. He doubts anyone uses these with dogs. "Can I pee please?" With that, he places the bit in her mouth and secures it around her head. "Yes, Princess. I will walk you. All fours please." As they begin to walk, he lets the cold steel of the leash drag across her back and ass. "I love watching your ass. Arch back so you ass is up and knees wider please." She complies. As he walks beside her, he lets the leash drape down the crack of her ass. As she crawls, the chain sways and slaps her pussy and clit. With each slap of the chain, he can hear her moans muffled by the bit. "Stand up, Princess." He gives her a hand up. "Step in to the tub." She steps in and he stand directly in front of her face to face. He looks into her eyes. He hands her the leash. "Hold this." He slides his hand to her right nipple, rolls it in his fingers, and gives it a firm pinch and brushes her hair back. He slides his hand to her pussy. "Spread your legs." She complies. He slides his fingers into her, leans in a give her a kiss and bites her neck. "Why are you squirming so much? Are you horny?" She nods yes. "Do you need to pee?" Frantically, she nods yes. He starts rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. It is very wet. "Well, I guess it is time to pee, and don't break eye contact." He continues to rub her clit. "Now, pee!" He sees that she is struggling. "Can't pee on demand?" She nods yes. "Well, I have all evening." She closes her eyes and she begins to pee. "Princess, open your eyes and look at me." The piss flows from her, down her legs, and pools at her feet. "Feel better?" She nods yes. He removes the leash from her hand and unhooks it from the collar, tosses it on the carpet and removes the bit from her mouth. "I don't want the chain or bit getting wet." "I really want to come. Please. I will do anything," she pleads. "Anything?" "Anything," she replies. "Good. Then you can wait. Princess, rinse off. When you are finished, come out into the room, and bring a towel and I will dry you off. Here is a scrunchy to put your hair in a ponytail, and don't get water on the collar." As she showers, he takes a piss. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asks. "I always love being with you. You know that. Are you enjoying your first trip to Vegas?" "Yes, very much. I loved the picnic today, and I love watching you play poker. It really turns me on to watch you in control." "Yes. I know. And you know I love you completely. But, love is just a word. I hope you know from within how I feel for you and I am very happy with your devotion." " Oh, I'm very secure in your feelings for me," she replies. "I will be waiting in the other room for you." She walks out of the bathroom with towel in hand. "Princess, stand here." He takes the towel from her, kneels, and begins to dry her feet and legs. Then he dries between her legs and her ass. He rises, dries her arms and breasts. He gives her a kiss on the cheek. "There you go. I want you to put the black lingerie on. G-string, bra, garter, stockings, and the black heels you brought. Oh! G-string over the garter belt. Please. And give me a show." He takes the lingerie out of the bag, removes the tags from it, and hands it to her. She slowly places the garter belt around her waist and fastens it. She takes one of the stockings and places it on her toe. She places her foot on the arm of his chair. He begins to rub her pussy as she slowly rolls the stocking on. Then she does the same with the other leg, and he continues rubbing her pussy. "Now the g-string, and turn around and bend from the waist as you pull it on." She positions herself in front of him, bends at the waist and slowly steps into the g-string, and pulls it up. "Wonderful, Princess. Great view!" She turns and places the bra round her, fastens it, and adjusts her tits in the cup. She walks over to her bag and retrieves the high heels and steps into them. "How do I look?" "Like my best dream. Fuckin' amazing! Come here and give me a kiss." She walks over to him, leans down, drapes her arms around his neck, and kisses him on the mouth. Their tongues meet and he slides his hand into her g-string. He feels her smooth skin and wet pussy. As he curls his fingers inside her, she slides her tongue along his, and he feels her pussy throbbing around his fingers. "Thank you. Princess. Sit down on the edge of the bed." She complies and he brings her a glass of water. "More?" she exclaims. "Drink it!" he commands. She complies. He fills the glass again. "I am going to get kidney problems." She finishes the water. "And need to pe--" He shoves the bit back into her mouth before she can finish her sentence and fastens it around her head. As she sits quietly waiting, he removes a small video camera from his bag, places it on the table and focuses it on the bed. "Stand, Princess." She complies. He takes the glass from her and puts it on the nightstand. "I want you on all fours on the bed facing the head board." She complies. He climbs onto the bed and looks into her eyes. "So, here is the deal. I am going out to play poker for a while. There is two hours worth of videotape. So, I will know what goes on in here. I want you to hold this position until I return. The only exception is if there is a fire. Any questions?" She nods. He removes the bit from her mouth. "Yes, Princess?" "What about my chocolate?" "Fair enough, there will be chocolate when I return." She smiles. "Any other questions?" "What if I have to pee again?" "All I said is that you have to hold your position. I don't care if you pee. I can sleep in the other bed. Can you complete this task for me?" "Yes, I know my submitting will be appreciated and rewarded. I'll do my best to please you." He places the bit back in her mouth and picks up the phone. "Room service please . . . . Yes. I would like to order some dessert . . . room 1369 . . . . I would like the chocolate fondue, a slice of cheesecake cut up, some fresh fruit. Make sure there are strawberries. And some various nuts . . . an espresso . . . can you hold a moment?" He leans back and covers the phone. "Princess, would you like some tea or coffee?" He removes the bit from her mouth. "A latte, please." He replaces the bit in her mouth. "And a latte . . . . It is 7:45. Can you have it delivered at 9:00 sharp? If for some reason I am not in, just have the waiter let himself in, the tip will be on the bed. Great. Thank you." She tries to speak. But, the bit is in the way. "So, I am heading out for a while. We will have dessert when I return. Any last questions?" She nods. He removes the bit. "What if you're not back when room service arrives?" He places the bit back into her mouth. "I will be back. If I'm not, I suggest you don't move. I want you to hold your position. If you perform well, I will tie you up, go down on you, and fuck you. If you are really good, I will let you suck my cock. If you fail, you will spend tomorrow in the room alone. No books, no TV, and I will return the rest of the lingerie." With that, he gives her a kiss. "I left a twenty on the bed for the tip. Just in case I am late." He retrieves a blindfold from his bag and places it over her eyes. She shakes her head. Without warning, he smacks her ass hard and he slides his fingers between her legs. "You're soaking wet." He yanks the g-string down around her thighs. "I don't want 'em getting wet. I will set the alarm on my cell phone for 8:55. That way you will know that there are five minutes before dessert arrives." The door shuts as he leaves. 9:01 . . . He opens the door, walks in, and sees the room service cart with dessert in the room. She is straining to yell through the bit. "Sorry I'm late. Very good, Princess. You held your position. Please continue holding it. Ah, dessert is here." He retrieves the video camera and pushes the rewind button. He walks over to the bed. "Well, looks like you pissed yourself." He removes the blindfold and she continues to struggle with the bit. He sees her eyes dashing about filled with fury. He removes the bit. "You FUCKER!" She yells. "The fuckin' room service guy touched me. You prick! He was in here for ten minutes. And I peed on the bed. What kind of gam . , ." "Princess. Sh! Do you trust me?" "Yes. Well I did. I don't know." "Are you physically hurt? Did he fuck you or penetrate you?" "No. I thought that maybe it was you. But, I got scared. I didn't want to disappoint you." "Come here." He holds her. "You're safe." He presses the play button on the video camera and watches the tape. "Well, there we are talking." Fast-forwarding. "Well, you did good for the first half hour. Then you are shifting about. What was the problem?" "Fuck you., I was trying not to pee. The more I tried the harder it got and I was fucking horny. Then I just let it go." "Yes, I see in the video. Around forty minutes into the it." Fast forwarding the tape. "You seem to do find then . . . " He rewinds the tape a bit and plays it with the sound up; he hears the alarm on his cell phone go off on the tape. "Now you're really moving about. But, you still held your position. I think you earned the lingerie. You are a very good girl." "I earned a fucking Mercedes!" she exclaims. On the tape, he hears a knock on the door and a muffled voice, and the door opens. From the camera, "Room Service," can be heard and the sound of a cart being rolled in to the room. "Oh my..." from the tape. "Jesus Christ, he touched your ass when he picked up the twenty. Oh no." "What?" she asks. "He is jerking off as he is looking at your ass and pussy. Look," She looks into the camera's display. "You MOTHER FUCKER. It was you." She sees him looking into the camera at the foot of the bed with her ass in the frame. What Happens In Vegas As always, all feedback is welcome and all characters are over 18. Enjoy! ***** Looking around me, I see some of my co-workers and my bosses mingling in the baggage claim area while we wait for our luggage. I had managed to survive my first airplane ride and now wondered what I was going to do while I wasn't working the trade show. Vegas was a magical place according to my sisters, but I wasn't the gambling type and rarely drank so I wasn't entirely sure what was so magical about it from what little I could see of the Strip from the plane on the descent. "Are you excited to be in Las Vegas for the week?" Looking over to see who's talking, I see that it's John, one of my five bosses. "Um, yeah. Sure. Thanks for asking me to come." While I wasn't exactly enthused to be out of my comfort zone, I had to admit that I was excited to leave Oklahoma for the first time in my life. "Our pleasure. I think Ed is looking for you. He said that he wants to go over some things before we hit the show tomorrow morning." "Okay, thanks. I'll find him when I get my bag." John smiles at me then goes to help his wife unload her suitcase from the conveyer belt. Nobody else came up to chit chat with me but I was okay with that as I turn my attention back to the luggage slowly moving in front of me on the belt. I'm a quiet woman and not many people get that. I have my reasons but it's mostly because I'm shy and not very many people understand me. That's not to say that I couldn't be outspoken too because there was more than once I had stood up for myself when the time was right. My parents are hard-working, salt-of-the-earth type of people; very much loved and respected in our small town and vise-versa. How I had come out of them was a mystery to most. I was content to sit in my room and listen to music or read a book rather than to go out with friends like my sisters did. I was the odd ball while my older and younger sisters were prom queens and voted the most popular in our high school. To their credit, my parents supported and loved us all equally and had never questioned our chosen paths. My older sister is now a lawyer in Washington D.C. while my younger sister has recently graduated first in her class in business school and had been head-hunted to help open up a new business in New York as soon as she had finished school. I was a solid B student in high school but had elected not to go to college. I was independent and had worked part-time at various places while in high school to support myself and had managed to build a little nest egg to help me in the future for whatever I wanted to do in life. Once I graduated high school, I had rented a small apartment in town and had gone to work full-time. I had never minded putting in extra hours and took on shifts and hours when nobody else wanted them at the various restaurants and retail stores I had worked at. I wasn't even that pretty; or so I thought as I'd compare myself to my sisters when we'd change in front of each other growing up. Caroline, my older sister, was a fitness nut and didn't have an ounce of fat on her body while Julie was small and petite, her features delicate and feminine. Both were natural red-heads with big blue eyes and soft voices. Then there was me. I had thick blonde hair that fell down my back in waves with big brown eyes. I had never been able to lose my baby fat and was about 15 pounds heavier than my sisters resulting in curves and breasts that I didn't want. My mom said that I looked a lot like Marilyn Monroe with my round face and hourglass shape but I just thought that I was so incredibly different from the other women in my family that I must be adopted. If it hadn't been for photos of my aunts, I'd have really considered it but we looked too much alike to doubt my heritage. I had finally gotten tired of working nights and weekends and had been thrilled when I had been hired at an up-and-coming business as an administrative assistant at 22. Over the next eight years, I had worked my way up to become the office manager and the right-hand woman for the bosses. For the most part, I loved my job since no two days were ever the same and it kept me on my toes. My bosses consisted of five brothers that had decided to come together to start their own business and they were rising fast within their industry. Four of the brothers were married with kids and were easy going and friendly. Then there was Ed. The oldest of the five brothers, he had divorced his wife two years ago after he caught her in bed with their neighbor and he'd been in a worse mood than usual ever since. Secretary after secretary had quit after only a few weeks of working for him until I'd finally taken back over. Honestly, he didn't bother me all that much. I kept to myself and did my job; basically that was all he wanted anyway. I'd had a mild crush on him for years but I knew that nothing would ever come of it and I was okay with that. Eventually the time came around for the annual trade shows in Las Vegas that the brothers attended every year. I had always elected to stay and hold down the office while they were gone but for some reason Ed wanted me to go so I had finally relented. Now, here I was in Sin City and I was already missing home. Spotting the green suitcase my mom had insisted I buy specifically for this trip, I grab it and turn to find the rest of the group. // "Mind if I join you?" Looking up in surprise, I find Ed standing at my elbow as I wait for a table at an Italian restaurant off of the Strip. I had been hungry and was sick of fast food and the buffet so I had decided to treat myself to a nice dinner out. Not one to go and mingle with the crowds or hit the clubs, I was alone and was content with keeping myself company until Ed found me standing here. "Not at all. Why aren't you out with your family or the rest of the team?" I ask out of curiosity. Ed's brown eyes cut over to me and I know what he's going to say before he says it, "Too noisy." "Okay. So? Why did you choose Antonio's? I'm just asking because it's weird that you're here when I am. Out of the thousands of restaurants in this town, you found the one that I'm at." "Wow, you're full of it tonight! You don't want me here?" He asks in his gravelly voice, raising a thick eyebrow and taking on an even more threatening look than normal, but not before I catch a softening of his face. It's not much, but I know him well enough to know that he's not really mad. "That's not what I said and you know it," I say in a warning tone as we shuffle around the influx of patrons to a quieter corner of the lobby as we wait for a table. Catching my glare, he laughs and relaxes back against the wall with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks. He's actually teasing me! 'Now this is a first', I think to myself while I try to think back over the past couple of years to search my memory. Yep, a first! "I actually kind of followed you here. I overheard you asking somebody about a nice Italian place and I kind of figured you'd be here tonight when I didn't see you leave with the rest of the clan. Now, timing? That's just coincidental." Staring up at him, I can't deny that he looks good; even for a man 20 years my senior. He had dark hair that he kept neatly combed back from his forehead that was just starting to grey at the temples. Over the past year he had started growing a beard and mustache but he kept it neatly trimmed short and I actually thought that it suited him. Normally, I'm not a fan of facial hair but on him? Oh yes! He kept himself fit by running several miles a day but it wasn't his body that captivated me. His eyes were what had always drawn me in. They could flash in anger and become so hard that there were times he'd scare me but I had never backed down from him. Then there were other times they were so soft and warm that I wanted to drown myself in his warmth. Was I in love with him? No, I don't think so, but I cared deeply for him and sometimes that scared me. Standing next to me in a white dress shirt with the collar undone and a black sports jacket, I think that he looks really good and I kick myself at the track my thoughts had started to take. Just a hint of chest hair is showing at the vee of his open dress shirt and I have to force myself not to stare too hard for fear that he'll figure out what I'm thinking. "So, am I intruding or can I stay?" Turning my attention back to him I find that his eyes are laughing at me and I know that he has caught me staring at him. Knowing my cheeks are turning red, I involuntarily twirl a piece of my hair around my finger in embarrassment. It was a nervous habit that I'd had since I was a little girl and was a sure tell that I was uncomfortable. Just then the hostess calls my name and I know that it's now or never to ask him to sit with me. Turning towards the dining room, I look back over my shoulder and ask, "Are you coming, or not?" Edward proves to be an excellent dinner companion and we talk about politics and other news stories as we savor our entrees. After our plates are cleared, I decide to splurge and order a glass of Bourbon, clearly surprising Ed. "I didn't figure you for a Bourbon girl...or any kind of liquor girl for that matter. I don't think I've ever seen you drink anything stronger than sweet tea," he says with just a trace of awe in his voice. He orders a whiskey and we talk for a while longer as the dining room slowly empties out and the lull of conversation around us quiets. With the warmth of the liquor running through our systems, we open up about our personal lives in a way that we never had before over the past eight years we'd known each other. He talks about his ex-wife and how he really didn't blame her for cheating on him since he'd rarely be home for months on end due to his hectic schedule. I tell him that I had had a grand total of two boyfriends in my life and wanted kids. Sipping the last of my Bourbon, I start gathering my things to go and flag down the waiter for our check as I had no intention of Ed buying me dinner. Apparently, he had beaten me to it and the server flashes me a big grin when I scowl over at my companion. "You didn't need to do that, Edward. It was my treat. Besides, I was the one that wanted to come here, remember?" "Jo? Just let me treat you to this, okay? Now, stop with the scowl and lets go." "Where are we going?" I ask as we deftly move around tables and patrons on our way out the door. "Where do you want to go?" The Las Vegas heat hits me like a furnace as we step outside but I don't mind it. I could live here, in all honesty, but I know I'd miss Oklahoma too much. Shrugging my shoulders, we walk to his rental car after he discovers that I had taken a cab over here. The blast of cold air from the air conditioner sends goosebumps dancing across exposed skin as he wordlessly pulls out of the parking lot and drives past the casino we're staying at. "Where are we going?" I ask again as I watch the casinos slip by us as we drive past them. We're heading away from the city and I'm not sure why. "I want to show you something. You do trust me, don't you?" Our eyes meet briefly as we look at each other in the dark car. Realizing that I do trust him, even though I really don't know him all that well, I wonder what he has up his sleeve. The spontaneity is unlike him and I'm more curious than anything. "Yes." "Then just relax." Minutes slip by as we drive to the outskirts of the city and beyond. Looking at the glowing numbers on the dashboard, I realize that we've been driving for almost an hour and there are now no lights around us. Twisting around in my seat, I look behind me at the glow of the city as Ed silently drives us to who knows where. A short time later, he finally stops and gets out of the car. I have no idea where we're at but as I step out of the car, I gasp as I look around me. I've never seen so many stars before and it's breathtaking. Ed takes my hand and helps me onto the trunk of the car so we can lie back against the window and look up. "It's beautiful, Edward," I whisper in awe as I stare upwards. And it is. There are clusters of stars everywhere and the light from them is enough to see by. The moon is just a sliver in the sky but is no less beautiful as I gaze at it, lost in thought. The silence is broken by Ed after several minutes go by. "I've been coming to Vegas for years, maybe even longer than you've been alive, but I had never stopped to appreciate the beauty of the desert or the way that you can see so many stars when you leave the lights of the city. I was bored last year when we came here for the convention and just drove and found this place by accident. I think it's called the Valley of Fire and it's just as gorgeous during the day, too." "I've never seen so many stars. When I was growing up, I could see them from my bedroom window and I thought that there was no possible way that there could be any more than what I was seeing. Then I moved to Tulsa and wondered where the stars that I could once see went." "You never talk about yourself, Jo." Sensing that we're about to enter unchartered territory here, I pick my words with care. "I'm not that interesting." Filling him in on the highlights of my life, I finish with, "I like to work and don't like mixing my personal life with my professional life." "That's one of the things that I find most appealing about you. You work hard and have a good head on your shoulders but yet you have no idea how smart you are or how beautiful you are." "Edward..." I say softly in warning. I don't want our working relationship to be marred by something that was said in the heat of the moment. I can feel his eyes on me so I turn my head to face him. "Please don't be mad, Josephine. I feel like very few compliment you or look at you for who you really are and I for one feel the need to let you know how very talented you are. We couldn't have built the business this much without you. You know about as much as we do about it and we would be lost without you." Before I can stop them, tears are pooling in my eyes as he ever so softly reaches up to sweep his thumb across my cheek to catch a tear before it can start it's slow descent. "You are beautiful and don't even know it, do you?" Curiously, I notice that his voice is getting deeper and more gravelly as he lowers it to stay with the mood that we are in. Had somebody told me that Edward McCarthy would be sitting with me on the trunk of a car, talking to me this way, I would have laughed in their face and told them that he wasn't capable of it. "You don't know what you're talking about. I think the alcohol went to your head," I whisper in a choked voice as he shifts closer to me. He's so close now, I can feel the warmth of his body against mine and the touch of his slacks against my bare legs. "Sweetheart, I know exactly what I'm saying." This is just so unlike him that I look at him questioningly as he leans his head closer to me, his breath whispering across my cheek as he lowers his voice even further so I have to strain to hear him. "I wish I had been more vocal with what I wanted and how I felt with my ex-wife; hell, with any of the women I've had in my life. But, seeing you all by yourself at the restaurant tonight made me realize that you don't need anybody. You're an independent woman that goes and gets what she wants but you are so...so..." "So...what?" I ask in a whisper as my heart races and pounds in my ears. Nobody has ever talked to me this way and it is oddly arousing. Running his fingers down my shoulder, he continues, his bearded face against my cheek as he presses even closer to me. "You are so quiet and shy but you are so uniquely you and that is what is so sexy about you. You stand up to me all the time and you've been the only one that has been able to tolerate my moods. You are incredibly sweet to others and will drop anything to help when needed." His fingers are tracing up my neck now to press against my face, turning me to him so our mouths are nearly touching but he still doesn't move to kiss me. Realizing that that is exactly what I want him to do, I shift so I'm more comfortable on the unforgiving metal of the trunk, bracing myself with one hand as I move to touch his arm. His sharp inhale spurs me on as I get bolder and move it to his thigh and ever so softly brush my lips against his. Pulling back slightly to look him in the eye, I don't find anything other than patience and compassion and I realize that he's letting me set the pace. I'm not a virgin but I've had sex a grand total of six times since I turned twenty. I had never really craved sex so had been puzzled when my sisters and the girls in the office talked about it all time. So, the fact that I wanted to see where this would go was both scary and stimulating. My hand leaves his thigh as I reach up to touch his face, feeling the wiry strands of hair that are softer than I'd thought they'd be. My attention momentarily shifts to his hand on my hip before I focus again on his lips. I kiss him again, deeper than before, and lick his bottom lip as I retreat. Smiling to myself when I hear his low groan I go back for more as we gradually open our mouths, our tongues meeting for the first time. My pussy gives a weak little pulse when Ed takes over and pulls my tongue into his mouth and sucks hard. I've never had that done before and I moan with pleasure as our tongues dance around the others. Before long we are full on making out, right here on the car. I only faintly register that the metal is digging into me as we kiss right out in the open. Not once does he make a move for my breasts or pussy and my hands stay away from his cock and ass as we neck like teenagers. I'd had no idea that kissing could be such a turn on and my pussy is throbbing. Minutes pass and when we break apart for air, he nuzzles into my neck and starts kissing it from just below my ear to where it meets my shoulder. "Oh. My. God." I moan softly as he finds a spot that has me pressing his face to my neck to keep him there. "You like that?" He asks into my flesh while I can only nod and hope that he can't feel my racing heartbeat against his lips. "Ed?" I manage to whisper a few minutes later when I feel myself getting to a point where I want to go further. "Hmmmm?" "I...I think...I think we should stop," I get out finally but with great reluctance. Expecting to find disappointment on his face, I only find understanding when he raises his head up to meet my gaze. "I think you might be right, baby." Tracing a finger down one cheek, my tears long since dried up, he kisses me one more time before we get back into the car and drive in comfortable silence back to the city, hand-in-hand. "Can I see you tomorrow?" Nodding my head, we set up a date before he walks me to my door, kissing me goodnight before walking down the hall to his own room. // We are making out hot and heavy and I don't want it to end. We had walked the strip so I could take in the sights and sounds (Edward insisted all newcomers had to do it at least once), then had wound up back in his room when we both decided we were too tired to do anything else. Somehow conversation had turned to sex and we had talked about past experiences. When Edward heard about my limited escapades, he had widened his eyes in shock and had gotten a thoughtful look on his handsome face. "Are you tired?" Looking at him in surprise, I wonder what he's thinking. The man is full of surprises lately and I'm not quite sure what to think about our newfound relationship. "My legs are but I'm good to go for a while. Why? What do you have in mind?" What Happens In Vegas "How long would it take you to get ready to go out?" "Out? Out where?" "Have you ever been to a strip club?" Feeling my cheeks burn, I quickly shake my head. I think I know where this is going and I'm ready to step on the brakes when I see him step towards me with a gentle smile on his face. His warm hands settle onto my shoulders as he looks down at me to search my eyes with his. "Do you trust me?" Without hesitation, I nod my head and gaze up at him as I wait to hear what he has in store for the night. I'm beginning to think that I'm going to be in for a lot of learning on this trip and while the idea scared the hell out of me, I was excited to explore myself in ways that I had never done before. "I want to take you to a strip club. I'll let you pick if you want to see partial or full nudity but I think that you'll really like it." "Do I have to do anything?" I ask with slight trepidation in my voice. Ed throws his head back and laughs. Laughs! Jerk. Narrowing my eyes, I manage to spit out, "What the hell do you think is so funny?" "Aw, don't be that way honey! You honestly don't know anything about strip clubs?" My eyes are still narrowed in anger at being laughed at but I can't stay mad at him for long. "My sisters used to go to male strip clubs but, no, I've never really asked about the female ones. I know that the men shake their junk in the women's faces and I didn't know if I had to let the women do that to me." "Ah, I understand now. Yes, they give lap dances but only if you want them to. You just sit at a table and watch the dancers take their clothes off to music." Ed's eyes are still dancing with laughter. Well? How was I supposed to know! I went to work and came home, usually reading a book or working on some project in my craft room. I didn't watch much TV and didn't even have cable. Thinking for a second, I decide that it's something that I'd be willing to do. After all, I was in Vegas and they didn't call it Sin City for nothing! "Okay, yeah. I'll go. What should I wear?" "Do you have anything sexier than that dress you were wearing last night?" "That wasn't sexy enough?" "Well, yeah, but I want to see more of you." The double meaning is not lost on me as I think fast over the clothing options available to me. I did have one dress that was very low cut and hugged my body tightly before flaring out to fall softly around my knees. Lifting my head up, I wink and turn around to head to my room. "Where are you going?" Ed's voice is laced with worry as I open his door. "You want sexy? You'll get sexy. Meet me at my room in one hour." // The club is packed, music thumping as I watch one girl makes her way onto the stage. Ed had found us a table close to the stage and had ordered me a shot followed by a beer to calm my nerves. Scantily clad women are everywhere as they flit from table to table, taking orders and chit-chatting with the people as they wait for their turns on stage. One woman is bare-chested and my eyes are glued to her breasts as they swing gently with her movements. They are large with dark nipples that harden from time to time. Her dark skin looks soft as she takes the order of a group of men to our right and I want to touch it but stop myself. Her black eyes find mine as she sashays away and I smile at her. Her teeth are pearly white against her skin as she flashes me a friendly smile in return and hurries off to the bar to place the order. The music changes and my attention returns to the stage as the blonde gets into position. "Pour Some Sugar on Me" starts blaring through the speakers and she starts swinging her slender hips, her ass popping up every so often as she turns and dips, keeping perfect rhythm with the beat. I'm spellbound as I watch her slowly tease her white-button down shirt off, each button popping loose with agonizing slowness until she slips it from her shoulders and flings it across the stage. Her short shorts are next...her ass up in the air as she turns away from the crowd to slide them down her toned legs. She's now standing there in a hot pink thong but it's only for a beat or two as she slides a bra strap down her arm, back still turned to the crowd, and turns her head to blow a kiss over her shoulder. Fascinated, I watch as she ignores her bra and slowly teases the crowd when she hooks her fingers into the sides of her thong and moves it down slightly until the crack of her ass shows. Ever so slowly she rocks her thong from side to side as she moves it down her hips and legs until she is standing on stage in nothing but a pair of impossibly high black stilettos and a bra. Being familiar with the song, I know that it is almost halfway over and I realize that I'm on the edge of my seat. I can feel Ed's eyes on me but mine are glued to the dancer in front of me as I watch her slowly turn to face the crowd, hips swaying and grinding as she sinks to her knees. Kneeling, she teases her bra down until one, then two breasts are free but she keeps it on as she swings her hair around and slides her hands up and down her body. I can see her shaved pussy and my breath gets shallow as I look at the naked woman in front of me. Yes, I'd seen naked women before, but this was different. It was erotic and sexy watching a woman lose herself to the music as she slowly touched herself for the audience in front of her. There's no denying I was turned on as the music ended and she gave a little bow, people lining up to give her money. Ed stuffs something in my hands, and looking down I see that he had put a handful of bills there. Looking at him with my mouth open in shock at what he wants me to do, he only nods over to the stage and winks. Taking a swig of beer, I get up on shaking knees and approach the stage. Focusing only on the dancer, I stand and wait as she works her way around to me. Her heavily made-up blue eyes are surprisingly friendly as she takes my money. Surprising me, she leans down and kisses me on the lips! I only faintly hear the cat-calls and yells for more as I close my eyes and focus on her soft lips pressing against mine. She tastes like peppermint and sweat; my pussy is throbbing and wet and I realize that I'm horny as she pulls back with a wink and smile to get off the stage for the next dancer. Men are standing around me, and I momentarily panic as they talk to me and press closer. I'm not sure what to do until I see a familiar figure in front of me and let Ed guide me back to our table. "Thank you," I mouth in gratitude as I finish the dredges of my beer and turn to Ed. His brown eyes are shining and his lips are curled into a crooked smile. "My pleasure. Honey, that was the hottest thing I think I've ever seen. Tell me, did you like it?" Knowing what he's talking about I blush and nod my head as I stare at him. Feeling brave, I lean close enough to lay my hand high on his thigh and whisper in his ear, "I want you to fuck me." Ed's head drops to my shoulder for a minute before he pulls me to him for a kiss. He's not gentle as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, sucking my tongue and biting my bottom lip. His beard rasps gently against my skin as I wrap my arms around him and get lost in the moment. I wonder if he can taste the dancer on my lips as he kisses me, the image of her puffy pussy lips and swinging breasts filling my mind until I pull away. "Let's get out of here," Ed says and off we go to the casino. We choose my room and we waste no time tearing each other's clothes off. Ed stops me from taking my strappy heels and thigh-high stockings off as he tells me how sexy I looked in my dress tonight. "Every guy in the room was staring at you, baby, and I'm the one that you chose. I'm a lucky bastard." His lips are on my neck as he finds the spot that he discovered makes me go wild. I can feel his teeth and tongue as he sucks lightly on my skin and then bites me, just hard enough to where I can feel it but not enough to leave a mark. The touch of the bed against the back of my legs makes me gasp out in shock. I'd had no idea we had moved across the move as we'd stripped each other in a lust-fueled haze. Ed pushes me back slightly; I obey and climb onto the bed as best I can with Ed on top of me. His words come out in short spurts as he licks and bites my flesh, telling me how sexy I am, how good I look naked, and how much he wants me. I know he's not lying on that last part because his cock is rock hard against my hip as he alternates between kissing my lips and sucking on my neck. Blindly reaching between us, I reach for his cock and feel his most intimate place for the first time. He feels like the other men I've been with but my attention is distracted again by the feel of his beard rasping against my nipples. "Oh my God, Ed. Yes!" I get out just as he settles his body between my legs and works my nipples. His tongue traces outwards from my erect nipple, never actually touching it, as he works out. His tongue slides underneath my breast and I press his face to me as he finds an erotic zone. My pussy pulses and I wonder if he can feel it against his belly as he brings me to places that I've never been to before. Still not touching my nipples, he repeats the process on my other breast, murmuring his praise for them as he worships them with his tongue. Again, he finds the underside of my breast and licks the crease where it joins my body. He's taking his time with me, building me up so I can experience sex to the fullest and I'm not going to argue as his mouth finally latches onto a nipple and sucks hard. "Fuck!" I half yell as pleasure shoots to my pussy from my breast. My hands hold him to me as he alternates between sucking and biting, making my head spin with the sensations. His fingers replace his tongue as he works my other nipple, treating it like it's twin and sending shot after shot of pleasure to my clit. "Ed, please..." "Please what, Josephine?" "Please suck me. Please?" I had been licked once but my ex had said that he didn't like the taste of pussy so I had never pressed it further. Now I needed to be licked and I knew Ed would do it for me. "Well, since you ask so sweetly..." Catching his wink I smile weakly back at him as he shifts lower on the bed. My legs spread farther as my knees splay out to the side to give him more room. I want to watch him so I grab a pillow from behind me and prop my head up. "Hold your pussy open, honey. I want to watch you touch yourself." My cheeks burn and my lust weakens for a minute as I take in what he says but I do it anyway. My fingers hold my freshly shaved pussy open for him as I find my clit and slowly start to slide across the slippery button. I'm shy at first, but my eyes slowly drift shut as I get lost in the pleasure shooting through my body as I work my way towards an orgasm. I had masturbated before but it was few and far between. Doing it in front of Ed? Exhilarating. His tongue quickly joins in and my fingers fall away as he takes over. His tongue circles around my clit as his fingers find my opening. First one finger, then two, work in and out of me as he licks my pussy with enthusiasm. My legs move as if they have a mind of their own and drape over his shoulders, my heels resting gently on his back. I can't believe how good this feels and I try to stop myself from crying out as his fingers find a spot inside of me that is bringing me an incredible amount of pleasure. My eyes are squeezed shut as he sucks, licks, and fucks my pussy like he owns me. It's like he knows my body better than I do as my hips buck up to meet his thrusting fingers and his tongue as he flicks it across my clit. Low groans are emanating from deep within his chest as I choke back cries of pleasure until I finally yell out, unable to keep in anymore. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I chant over and over, my voice rising in pitch as he sucks and bites, sliding his tongue up and down my pussy every so often to taste me. "Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you." "Fuck me faster," I get out and he does. Ed's fingers move faster as they curl up to stroke the front of my vagina, making me gasp and moan out. Throwing my head back, I revel in the sensations coursing through me. The feeling of being filled while being licked is indescribable and I love it. So many sensations I've never felt before have me in overdrive and I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. "Suck my clit harder," I wail as I start bucking my hips up to meet Ed's thrusting fingers. "God, yes!" "That's it baby, tell me what you want." My fingers find my nipples and I pinch and pull, the pleasure adding to that felt in my pussy. My hips are steadily rising and falling, seeking more friction as I feel my orgasm hit. Cursing and yelling, I ride out the best orgasm of my life as I thrash around on the bed, my hands finding the blankets and holding on tight as I both try to get away from Ed's persistent mouth and fingers and get closer for even more pleasure. My clit is pulsing wildly and pleasure so intense I want to cry is shooting through my body as I babble nonsensible words into the air. Ed rides out my orgasm with me and when he senses that I'm almost done, my movements gradually slowing and my yells quieting, he moves on top of me. Looking down I can see the head of his cock sliding up and down my pussy, gathering up my wetness so he can slide easily into me. It's the first glimpse I've gotten of his penis and I shock myself when I realize that I want to lick and taste it like he just did me but he has other ideas. Ed's voice is low as he says, "Get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to watch that beautiful ass of yours while I fuck you." Widening my eyes, I do as I'm told and get into position. Looking over my shoulder, I can see him staring at my ass, his gaze sliding up until his lust-filled eyes meet mine. "What do you want me to do, Josephine?" "I want you to fuck me," I say and hang my head just as I feel the head of his cock nudge my opening. I can feel his hands slide down my stocking-clad thighs and then back up over my hips and up my back as he slowly eases himself inside of me. His hands finally settle on my hips as he shallowly thrusts, my hisses of pleasure at his agonizing slowness doing nothing to speed him up. He takes his time, thrusting in a couple of inches and then back out. I discover that the head of his cock hits a sweet spot when I arch my back downwards and tilt my hips. Bucking back against him, I set the pace for a few minutes, sinking myself all the way down his shaft and then back up until the head is at my opening. His cock feels incredible as he fills me up and, as I pick up the pace, I can feel his balls gently slapping against me. "Fuck me harder," I moan and before I can get out the last syllable, Ed is pounding into me. I had never had sex this rough before and I love it as he fills me up over and over again. His hips are slapping against my ass and thighs and I can feel his balls swinging between us when I lower my shoulders to the bed and reach down to touch myself. "That's it, girl. Touch yourself while I fuck your tight little pussy." Ed's words spur me on. I can hear the restraint in his voice as he holds back so I can masturbate for him. I can feel where we are joined, the area a hot, sticky mess as I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of me. My fingers slide back up as I moan and cry out when I touch my hard clit and slide my fingers across the slippery surface. I alternate between pinching and rubbing but I'm distracted and disappointed when Ed pulls out of me. Looking over my shoulder at him in question, he simply tells me to lay on my back. "I want to watch you cum on my cock." This time he takes my heels off but the stockings stay as drapes me around him. He's on his knees, his cock standing straight up in the air as his hand slowly strokes the shaft. "Touch yourself," he says in his gravelly voice as strokes the inside of my thigh in encouragement. Closing my eyes, I reach for my breasts and gently tweak my nipples before sliding my hands down my body. I feel like a sex goddess when I open my eyes to find Ed's gazing down at me as I touch myself. I've never been more turned on and I have my older lover to thank for that. I'd had no idea that sex could be this good. Feeling bold, I start talking to him as I again stroke my clit, holding my pussy open so he can watch what I'm doing. "This feels so good, honey. My clit is hard and slippery and my pussy is so wet. Can you see how you turn me on?" "Oh, fuck, baby. You have the body of a vixen, do you know that? I never would have thought that sweet little Josephine would turn into a sex kitten. The way you kissed that stripper tonight was so damn sexy." His hand is speeding up on his cock as he talks and reaching down I grab it and guide it to my waiting pussy. I want him to cum in me, not on me. "Fuck me, baby," I demand as I resume pleasuring myself. Ed's hands press my legs apart as his eyes dart back and forth between his cock and my fingers. "Right there, don't stop. Please don't stop!" I beg as his pace increases and my fingers fly over my clit until I know I'm going to cum again. "Oh God...please...yes, right there...please...oh fuck!" My yells echo in my ears as I cum hard. I can feel my pussy spasming around Ed's cock as waves of pleasure shoot through me. "I can feel you cumming! Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours..." Ed's pace quickens and I feel his cock jump as I start to come down just as he shoots a load of cum deep into my pussy. His yells are almost as loud as mine were and I can tell that he's enjoying himself just as much as I just did. His cock thrusts in a couple more times before he collapses on top of me. He's sweaty and breathing hard and we just lay there as we slowly relax. Eventually, we drift off to sleep, still tangled together. The next morning, I'm lying in Ed's arms. This is the last day we are here in Vegas and I can't believe everything Ed and I had done in just the past two days. The convention had ended two days ago so we all had a couple of days of free time to do what we wanted I had yet to really explore Vegas and the surrounding areas other than the time Ed had taken me to the Valley of Fire to watch the stars and I wanted to see it in the daytime. I had never fallen asleep with anybody before and I like it as the warmth from Ed's body warms me in the air conditioned room. Gently untangling myself from him, I sit up and take a minute to take in Ed's body. His body was starting to show signs of aging, his chest hair starting to gray and his muscles starting to soften around his waist but I thought that he still looked good for his age. Looking down, I see that his cock is soft as it lies against his body. His balls are hairy but it's obvious that he landscapes. I really want to taste him so I shift my body around, and being careful not to wake him up, I take his limp cock in my hand and lightly suck the head into my mouth. There's a peculiar taste to it and I realize that it's probably our combined juices from last night. I don't mind it though as I suck him all the way into my mouth, swirling my tongue around as I feel him gradually harden and grown. The revelation that it's me doing this to him is thrilling. His cock grows some more as I hold the base with one hand and move so I'm lying between his spread legs. Looking up, I see that he's awake and watching me. My eyes never leave his as I lick from the base of his cock up to the head and then back down the other side. Working my way back up, I take the head in my mouth and suck hard as I swirl my tongue along the ridge. What Happens In Vegas His hands find my head and tangle in my hair as I work his cock deeper into my mouth. He's fully erect now and I find that I love the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth. I'd given blow jobs before but it was always out of a sense of obligation and so it had felt like a duty. Not now, I think, as my fingers tickle his balls and roll them gently in my hand. I want to lick his balls so I pull off of his stiff cock and slide my tongue all the way down the shaft. My tongue curls up under his sack then up around to the other side before I gently pull one of his balls into my warm mouth. It is softer than I would have thought as I tease it with my tongue, sucking a bit harder and then releasing it to give its twin the same treatment. My tongue licks the crease where his leg meets his pelvis, a moan escaping his lips, as I lick and suck my way over to his other leg. Kissing my way up his stomach, I stop to lick his nipples, each one pebbling up under my wet tongue as I work to bring him as much pleasure as he had given me last night. Kissing his neck, I suck and lick my way up to his ear and swirl my tongue around the shell before making a pit stop at his mouth for a deep kiss before working my way back down his body again. I can hear faint curses as he whispers to himself and moans out his approval with my every touch. I can feel my pussy getting wet as it pulses with need but I ignore it. This is about Ed, not me. Settling back between his thighs, I hold his cock out from his body as I sink my mouth down as far as it will go and then back up again to swirl around the head. I watch my hand stroke him for a minute, the rubbery head disappearing in my fist as I go as far as I can without releasing it. When I stroke back down, his precum lubes my hand. His balls are pulling up tight against his body and I know he's getting close. Taking only the head into my mouth, I suck hard as I continue to give him a hand job. "I'm going to cum, baby. Just stroke it like that. That's it, honey. Fuck, yeah. Just like that, baby. Long strokes, sweetheart." I do as he says and feel his cock jump when he shoots a stream of cum across his belly. It's not much but he continues to jump in my hand as my strokes slow. His moans are quieting as I release him and crawl up his body to kiss his cheek. "Girl, are you trying to kill me?" Ed's smile makes me laugh as I get up out of bed and look for my clothes. "Death by sex. What a way to go, isn't it?" I tease. // "It's gorgeous," I breath out as I stand in the middle of the desert and take in the valley. It hadn't taken much coaxing to get Ed to take me to the Valley of Fire. It was hot, around 105, but I didn't care. The colors splashed across the valley are beyond words as I take in the reds, golds, browns, and yellows across the valley. "Yeah, it is. It's amazing how many colors there are, isn't there?" Ed's voice is just as quiet as he stands behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. We explore for a while, looking at the rock formations that seemed to defy gravity and ancient petroglyphs that had stood the test of time. It was humbling to stand among so much history. Only once do we see a rattlesnake, but we had kept a wide berth around the sleeping serpent as we'd walked among the sagebrush and cactuses. There is nobody around and the quiet is punctuated by the chirp of birds and the whisper of the wind through the valley. Looking over my shoulder as we approach the car, I catch Edward staring at my ass. Turning to look at him with one hip cocked out to the side and my arms crossed, I ask with mock sternness, "Is there something I can help you with, mister?" "Just admiring the view." "Seems to me the view is around us, not on my ass." "Well, it would be nice if I could compare both views." Raising an eyebrow, I glance around us. Still nobody and no cars are coming on the highway. Feeling naughty I saunter over to the car and flip my ponytail over my shoulder as I turn to see if Ed is following me. My fingers find the buttons on my shorts as I slowly work the zipper down and shimmy out of them, pulling my sky blue lace panties down with them. My t-shirt is quickly pulled off along with my bra as I turn around to crook a finger at Ed. The breeze is warm against my exposed flesh and I am oddly turned on by being naked outside. Ed's eyes are wide as he gazes at me standing in nothing but my sneakers. He makes quick work of his own clothes, his cock already hard as he steps towards me. His hot hands find my hips as we come together for a kiss, our tongues battling until he finally grabs mine and sucks it into his mouth. I love the feeling when he does that and when he sucks on my neck, I feel my pussy rapidly starting to moisten. Knowing that we can be caught at any time makes the experience so much hotter as he turns me so my hands are resting on the hood of the car. Raising my ass up, he guides his cock into my willing pussy and plunges into me with one thrust. My cries echo across the valley as Ed fucks me hard and fast. Reaching down, I rub my clit until I feel myself getting ready to cum. "I'm gonna cum, baby!" I yell out, my breasts swaying with each thrust of Ed's hips against my ass. "Cum around my hard cock, baby. That's it stroke your pretty little clit faster. Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" We manage to cum together, our yells scaring birds off as we ride out our orgasms together. // 6 months later... A lot's changed in six months, I think as I look down at my hand. Ed had proposed last week after a brief courtship but I think we knew where it was heading all along. When we had landed in Tulsa after the convention, we had laid low for a while as we got to know one another on a deeper level. The sex only improved as we became closer and his brothers had been thrilled to hear that I would be joining the family. There was talk of making me a partner since I knew as much as they did but I had my hands full with the wedding planning and told them I would think about it. To this day, whenever Ed and I hear Def Lepperd's Pour Some Sugar On Me, we smile knowingly at each other because what happens in Vegas never truly stays there. What Happens in Vegas Trish crossed her long smooth legs and giggled as she tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. She leaned in closer and placed her hand on his leg, "tell me more" she smiled. Mike finished his story and ordered another round of drinks. Trish looked around and saw her friends gathered around the table frowning at her, "I would love to stay and chat a little more Mike, but it's a girl's weekend in Vegas!" "Well, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." he smiled and his hand toyed with the hem of her short skirt, brushing against her tan thighs. Trish smiled at him, his touch felt electric. "I would like to see where this leads, but I am on vacation with my friends and we promised no hook-ups this weekend!" She grabbed a napkin and wrote her number on it and slid it in his front pocket, "Here's my number though, maybe I can extend my stay for an extra day." Trish locked eyes with Mike. "There is something you could do," Mike leaned in closer, Trish could smell his cologne and a shiver ran down her spine, wow, he was such a fox, she thought. "Before you leave tonight with your friends, you could give me your panties." He followed this request with a wink and a little smile. Trish looked at him with raised eyebrows, she was currently wearing her favorite pair of hot pink boy shorts, her lucky panties. "I love these panties" she half giggled, "It will be hard to part with them, let me think about it and get back to my friends." She hopped off the bar stool with a wink and a wiggle and went back to her friends. The women ordered another round of shots and continued to gossip and dance among themselves. "hey, I'm going to use the restroom before we leave," Trish said, excusing herself from the group. She slipped into a small stall and locked the door. I've got to be crazy, am i seriously considering giving a man I just met my panties?! She sighed as another tingle ran over her body as she thought how hot Mike was and how naughty she would feel if she went out in public with her short skirt and no panties. Trish's hand snaked a trail down her torso and toward her smooth thighs; it slipped in between and under the leg band of her panties. Her finger was instantly covered in her slippery juices. God, I had no idea how horny I am! Her finger traced the outline of her lips and pressed against her swollen clit, a soft moan slipped out of her mouth and hung in the stale bathroom air. She leaned against the stall door as her finger circled in a clockwise motion, Trish propped her left leg on the toilet seat as she continued to rub, it felt so wrong to be touching herself in a dirty public bathroom, but chatting with Mike got her so hot, her arousal was coating her panties and hand as she fingered herself. The outer door opened, "Trish, are you okay, it's been a few minutes, we are getting worried!" her friend's voice interrupted her reverie. "I'll be out in a minute, I'm fine!" Trish leaned back against the stall, the moment had passed and she was left in mild frustration, she felt all antsy and unresolved. Without thinking, she pulled down her panties, the crotch was covered in a thin film of her juices. She slipped them down her legs, and folded them as small as she could get them. Trish straitened her skirt and went back into the bar. As she passed Mike, she grabbed his hand and slipped him her panties. "A gift for you," she smiled and went to catch up with her friends. As they walked down the street to the next bar, Trish could feel the cool air play with her genitals. Her thighs were moist with her fluid and she was aware of how swollen her clit was as her thighs rubbed against each other as she walked. She had never done anything like that before and it had completely turned her on. As they entered the next club, Trish was hyper aware of how bare she was under her skirt, she made a beeline for the bar as her friends ordered the first round of shots. She knocked one back and hit the dance floor grinding with her friends and letting the music roll over her body. She felt a man behind her, his hardness pressed into her lower back as she ground back into him. His warm breath filled her ear as he leaned into her and whispered "those panties are so sexy, baby, you smell so good on them." A fresh wave of tingles emanated from Trish's belly to her fingers and toes. "You followed me?" she asked as her body moved in rhythm with his. Her thighs were soaked as her arousal dripped down her legs. Trish turned to face Mike and danced a little closer, pressing her pelvis into his. His hands rested on her lower back drawing her closer. "My friends would never let me go home with you," she whispered into his ear. "It's okay, there are other ways to connect tonight while you still honor the no hook-up pact you made with your friends" he smiled a playful smile and squeezed her butt. A faster song came on and they reluctantly broke apart. Mike excused himself to go to the bathroom. Trish longingly looked after him. Her need was immediate, she looked around and all of her friends were busy drinking and dancing to notice her. Trish sneaked off the dance floor and towards the restrooms. She slipped into the men's restroom; it appeared to be empty except for the last stall in the back. She recognized Mike's shoes. She went up to the stall and peeked in. Mike was stroking a thick 6 inch hard-on while pressing her panties to his nose. She slipped her hand up her skirt and started to rub her clit. She leaned against the wall, "I can see you, Mike, I'm so turned on by you." The stall door opened and Mike said "show me." His voice was thick with desire. Trish walked closer to him invading his stall. She propped her left leg on his lap and spread her glistening thighs a bit so he could see how aroused she was. His stroking sped up a bit as she continued to press her clit. She slid a finger down into her opening moaning at how good is felt to be here, in this tiny stall masturbating with a hot stranger. "I'm...I'm going to cum!" she gasped. "Me too!" Mike grunted. The air was thick with the scent of desire and sweat. Trish increased the speed of her rubbing. Mike positioned her right over his cock and continued to stroke. "I can't stand this!" Trish moaned, "I need to fuck you!" "No!" He gasped, "Keep your pact with your friends but don't stop touching yourself, it's so hot, I am ready to explode." Trish's body felt full of electricity. She started to shake and moan. As her body went rigid with climax, Mike grunted loudly and spurted streams of hot cum all over Trish's wet pussy. As Trish came down, she took in her surroundings; small stall in the men's bathroom of a random club in Vegas with a foxy stranger. Mike stood up and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. "Thanks, baby, that was so hot!" she whispered in his ear. As they exited the stall, Trish grabbed some towels to clean herself up and checked her make-up in the mirror. She exited the men's room with a wink and a wave and went to rejoin her friends. What Happens in Vegas "Do you think for a minute I would let someone walk in on you in a such position?" "I was confused. Because, I trust you. But, you can lose track of time when you are playing poker. So, I didn't know. And the voice wasn't yours." "There I am leaving the room with my twenty." "Whose voice was it?" "It was the room service waiter. I set the cell phone alarm for 8:55. I was waiting outside of the room when he arrived. Then I knocked on the door; he said 'Room Service' I opened the door and we entered. I had him say 'Room service' and 'Oh my' as I rolled in the cart." "I was scared. I didn't know what to make of it. But, I didn't want to disappoint you either and not wanting to disappoint you makes me horny." "I know it does." He pulls her close. "Then I grabbed the twenty from the bed and touched your ass. You look very vulnerable and sexy in the position. I wanted to fuck you. I could tell you were scared and I could tell that your pussy was quite wet. I waited and watched for about two minutes and then we left." "You would let someone see me after I peed myself?" "Of course not, Princess, he never saw anything. I had him wait by the door." "But, I swear he was in here for ten minutes." "Princess, I think you lost track of time. So now that you know nothing happened, how did you feel while I was gone?" "Well, I was really horny. You know how I love following directions and strive to obey. I could feel my juices flowing down my leg. But, then the need to pee took over. I finally couldn't hold out, and I knew you wanted me to maintain my position. So, I peed." "Good girl." "Then the alarm goes off and I am thinking you better hurry up and return. Then the knock, I didn't know what to do. I thought maybe it was you fucking with me." "Well, you were right." "But, then the door opens and it is not your voice. My mind was reeling. But, my pussy was soaked. I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to fuck me. I was very confused." "Would you have wanted the 'waiter' to fuck you?" "NO! I wanted you." "What would you have done if he had tried?" "I am not sure. Now can I have some chocolate?" "Yes. Were is my rope?" To be continued... What Happens in Vegas What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That's what all the ads say and I hope to God it's true. Funny, but that's the first thing that went through my head when Meredith told me to give her my skirt. "Excuse me?" I giggled, certain that I'd misheard her. I had been drinking, not a lot, but enough that everything felt like the sharp corners and rough edges had been worn off. I'd fairly glided down the hall even though I was dreading having to tell Meredith that I'd lost her money. Her money. I'd already lost mine. "You heard me. Do you have my money?" she asked. She didn't even wait for my answer. "I told you that all debts had to be paid by the end of the night, right?" I didn't answer right away, just looked down at her shoes. They were black stiletto heels at least three inches high. I briefly wondered what type of woman walked around in her hotel room in shoes like that. They had to hurt. Meredith reached under my chin and pulled my head back up, forcing me to look into her eyes. They weren't friendly anymore, two orbs of chiseled malachite and suddenly I felt cold and a shiver ran up my spine. "A debtor is the worst sort of person to be, " she told me. "Society only functions when people pay their debts. Businesses collapse when they can't collect, people lose their jobs, and they in turn spread the disease. A nation's economy can be completely undermined when this happens. Debtors are a cancer amongst the civilized, an evil that cannot be tolerated. Now, are you going to be part of the problem little one, or are you going join the civilized and pay your debts?" I blinked my eyes, sort of stunned into neutral for a moment. I shouldn't have had that last drink before I came up here, I thought. I was having difficulty following everything Meredith was saying, but I did know that I didn't want to remain in her debt. She was a little scary. Funny I hadn't noticed it at first. At the tables she'd looked exotic. Dark raven hair that fell to her shoulders like a sable pelt and eyes so green they burned away the other features of her face. She'd been dressed in a scarlet shimmer that fell to the floor like a sheet of water. Her lips had matched her dress and she'd smiled when I approached her. I didn't know why I'd done it, but I was mesmerized by her. Undone at the moment her lips had turned up in a smile. We'd sat together and drank, though in retrospect I think she hardly touched her champagne, and we talked. We talked about everything and everyone, laughing like lifelong girlfriends. She was an international banker, she said and the world she talked about was exotic. I felt ashamed to talk to her about raising children and running a home, it seemed so small to me when I spoke of it. But she brushed my fears away, telling me that to her, it was my life that was extraordinary. Finally I confessed to a run of bad luck on the blackjack table and told her about my husband who'd be less than happy to find out. She'd tossed five black chips to me from a huge pile of her winnings and told me that I had to pay my debt at two. But the way she'd said it then, with a soft smile and little wink had let me think it was of little consequence. I didn't think so anymore as her steel fingers held my chin and her eyes burned into mine. All I knew was that I didn't want to disappoint her. I didn't want Meredith thinking that I was another part of the disease. I don't know why I felt so strongly about it at the time, but I suddenly felt like a kid caught with her hand in her mother's purse. I didn't want her thinking about me like that. "How can I pay?" I asked. I felt my face grow hot and I tried to pull away from her eyes, but she wouldn't let me go. "You want to pay off your debt?" she asked. "Yes, of course," I said swallowing several times and trying to hold back the tears that were threatening. I felt sick to my stomach. "I'll credit you twenty dollars for your skirt," she said. She made no move away from the door, keeping me in the hall. "What? Out here in the hall? Someone could come out at any time," I said. "Paying a debt isn't always easy or comfortable," she smiled, "if it were, we wouldn't have all the problems we have with loans." "Forty!" I said. "You can have my skirt for forty dollars." Meredith grinned. It was just a quick flash of teeth, but I think she enjoyed the fact that I was bargaining with her. She nodded her head just once and I suddenly realized what I'd committed to doing. My hands shook so much at first that I jammed the zipper on the side of my skirt. All the while Meredith watched me and perversely seemed to enjoy my struggles. Finally, I got the zipper down and my skirt fell to my feet. I was immediately conscious that my sheer blue panties left very little to the imagination. "Pick my skirt up off the floor and hand it to me," Meredith said sharply. I was a little taken aback; I thought she was enjoying this. She was, but at that time I didn't understand how. While I bent over to pick up the skirt she asked me if I'd ever done anything like this before. "You look like one of those women who might have sold their bodies during college, did you?" I was blushing again, but shook my head 'no'. "I don't mean to imply that you were a whore, dear," she said, "but you do look like you've taken your clothes off for money before. Did you?" And then while I protested that I'd never been a stripper she added, "come on, you can tell me the truth. I'll credit you an extra hundred if you just tell me the truth." I kept telling her that it wasn't true. I'd never stripped during my college career, though I know I could have used the money. I'd even considered it once when all I'd eaten for a couple of weeks were baked potatoes, going so far as to drive down to one of the clubs, but I'd chickened out in the parking lot. I don't know if it was self-respect or fear that kept me from stepping out of my car, but in any event that was as far as I'd gone. Finally Meredith grew tired of my protestations and offered me forty for my blouse. I tried raising the amount again, but this time she wouldn't budge. "As much as I'd love to see you standing here in your bra and panties, it just isn't worth more than forty dollars to me," she said. "Either you're a debtor or not. Your choice." I started unbuttoning my blouse. My fingers slipped and and I had to fight to keep them steady as they worked the buttons. I was getting a little mad now. I knew I was being manipulated, but it didn't seem to matter. There was something about Meredith, something that I hadn't seen before in another person. She was the type that commanded respect; you didn't want to displease her. I wondered about the people that worked for her, if they felt the same way. Did they tremble at the thought of her frown? And did her smile seem to lighten their day the way it did mine? After a couple of false starts I had the blouse unbuttoned and I was folding it in my arms and handing it over to her. She smiled and I was happy. "A little risqué for a Midwestern-mom, don't you think?" Meredith pointed to my bra which matched my panties. It was sheer as well and you could clearly see my nipples hardening through the thin material. "Were you hoping for company or is all of this for your husband?" she asked. "It's for my husband," I stammered, but she didn't believe me. "You know what Linda," she said. "I think you're a liar. I really do. I think you got dressed after your husband left for whatever boring conference he was in. I think you got all wet and gooey thinking about a secret tryst while you dressed. What was it going to be a little quickie in an elevator or were you hoping for a long afternoon Romeo?" Again I protested that Meredith had it all wrong. I dressed sexy for my husband, I liked to see his eyes light up when he undressed me. Meredith frowned and held up her hand. "You're just wasting my time Linda. I told you that I can't abide liars any more than I can debtors. Good night," and then she started to close the door. "Okay, okay," I said shooting my hand out and grasping the edge of the door. "Maybe I was hoping for a little something. If not the actual encounter, maybe just the invitation." I was blushing hard now, my face was hot and I kept looking at the ground. I couldn't meet Meredith's eyes. She said nothing, but the door didn't close any further either. "Tell me you're a slut Linda and I'll let you continue, otherwise, please go." I stammered and kicked my feet a little but when I felt the door pressing against my hand again I gave in. "I'm a slut," I admitted. I thought it would be a horror to speak the words, but it actually felt good, like a weight I'd carried too long was finally taken from my arms. "I'm a slut," I said again, "I just wanted something different and exciting for once." "Good girl," Meredith purred, opening the door again. I glanced up to her eyes and I saw them soften. She smiled and I felt my knees go weak. Somewhere down the hall I heard a door open and I suddenly became conscious of my lack of attire. I tired to press past Meredith and into her room, but she threw up an arm, blocking the doorway. "You agreed you'd do this out here slut," she said and she wasn't purring any longer. Her voice was hard again, crisp and business-like. "And I always make my clients honor their agreements." "Meredith, please," I urgently whispered. "He'll see me out here. He'll call security!" "Oh he'll see you all right," she said, "the ice machine's over this way and he's carrying a bucket. But I wouldn't worry about security my little slut. That should be the least of your worries." "Please stop calling me a slut, Meredith," I asked. "Why? It's true, isn't it? Besides, I rather think you rather like the idea of being seen." Again I protested and this time more urgently as I could hear the man with the ice bucket getting closer. The door began to close again and once again I was forced to throw out my arm and block it. "Fine," I snapped. "I'm a slut. You're right! But how could you know?" "Your panties, slut. That's all the evidence I need. You're getting all hot and bothered again standing out there with that man coming. Your cunt's all hot and dripping and you're staining your panties." I reached down immediately, but I didn't need the confirmation of wet fabric under my fingers. I knew she was right. I was getting excited stripping for her in the hallway and there was something extra exciting about the knowledge that a man was walking by. I glanced up and saw that he was about twenty feet away. I wondered what he was thinking, probably every man's fantasy about what girls do when they're not around. Something about Sorority houses and slumber parties. "Fifty for the bra, slut." Meredith's voice jerked me back to the present. "Do it now while he can see you or go back to your hubby like this. But whatever you decide, do it now." I didn't hesitate, I just reached around my back and unhooked the clasp. I slipped out of the straps and handed it over to her before the man had come ten feet closer. He was slowing now, trying to look nonchalant, but I could tell that he was enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him and he didn't want to hurry on by. "Does my little slut please you mister?" Meredith called out as he started to pass. He looked a little startled at first and then nodded. I whirled on Meredith, "don't do this please," I begged. She ignored me. "Her tits sag a bit," she said to the man as if I weren't standing right there, "but then again she's had three children and they are real. Show the man how real they are slut." "Meredith, what are you doing? This wasn't part of the deal," I said. "Call it interest, slut. Show the man, let him touch them. It's the only way he can tell for sure how real they are." By now my head was torn. I had to admit to myself that I was immensely excited, my nipples were agonizingly hard and I could feel the dark stain on my panties getting larger and larger, but I was scared too. It was one thing to fantasize about another man touching me and quite another to let some stranger do it in the hall. But I was caught too; I knew that if I didn't do it Meredith would shut the door and I'd be forced to walk back to my room in just my panties. And if I did do it I'd be doing the sluttiest thing I'd ever really done. Stripping in the hall was one thing, letting a stranger grope me was quite another. I did it though. The man protested that he couldn't, but I walked right up to him and placed his hands on my tits. They were rough, calloused hands. Hands that worked outside. Blue-collar hands. I was blushing again. After a few moments the man agreed that they were real and I turned back to Meredith. "What now?" I should have been more respectful. I saw that immediately, but I was still drunk and I'd just done things that I didn't think I could. For a moment I felt empowered, but the feeling, as sweet as it was, was gone quickly. Meredith frowned. "Show him your cunt, bitch," she said. "And I think you'll do this one for free because of your attitude." Shit! I knew better than to challenge her, I don't know what I was thinking. I took off my panties and turned to give them to her, but she just waved me away. "Give them to him as a souvenir." I didn't think I could blush any more, but I was wrong. I turned back to the man and my face burned with shame. I get a Brazilian every couple of weeks and his eyes were riveted on my bare pussy. I handed him the damp panties and he mumbled something in return, but I didn't hear what he was saying. I twirled slowly so that he could see everything and then I stepped towards Meredith's room. "You've only earned back ninty dollars, slut," she said. "Why don't you step inside and we'll discuss the rest of your debt and your attitude." END PART ONE What Happens in Vegas Every year I go to Las Vegas for a convention and it is always a good time. I eat like a king, drink like a fish and spend like Rockefeller. I usually meet up with friend while I am there and play a few rounds of golf and go to a few strip clubs too but this year none of my buddies could make it. I was kind of bummed about flying solo but it ended up being the craziest and most memorable trip ever. The craziness started the first night after dinner at Paris with one of my sales reps. He had to leave soon after dinner to meet up with another client so I was on my own. I spent an hour at the craps table at New York, NY. The table was consistently cold so I bet against it and cleaned up. When it started to turn I cashed out up $5000 and headed up to Coyote Ugly for more drinks and to watch the hot girls dance on the bar. I had been there an hour or so when I noticed a few girls in their late 20s looking my way. I made eye contact with the cute short blonde with wire rimmed glasses. We held it for a while and then smiled. I was inspired by her reaction and walked over to them. The blonde was the cuter of the two with really pretty blue eyes, an infectious smile and a full curvy 5'3'' body and great tits. Her friend was taller, about 5'9'' with a more angular but thin body and smaller tits. They were both wearing skirts and they both had nice legs. I bought them both a drink and we started to chat and flirt. The blonde, whose name was Jessica, was very forward and she made several very suggestive comments as her friend Terri quietly looked on. Jessica rubbed my chest and touched my face. She grazed her fingernails across my neck and finally pressed her body against mine as we dirty danced to the music filling the room. I kept hoping her friend would take the hint and leave us alone but she didn't. Finally the blonde put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. She ground her sexy body against me and her pelvis rubbed against my hard cock. When the kiss ended her brunette friend, who was suddenly emboldened grabbed me and pulled me to her. She pressed her soft lips to mine and kissed me aggressively. She plunged her tongue into my mouth as her surprisingly strong arms held me tightly. Terri continued to kiss me as Jessica whispered in my ear. "Let's get out of here and go up to your room.'' She put her arm around my waist, Terri did the same and I walked out the door and up to my room with my hands on the firm tight asses of two women ten years my junior. We stumbled through the door to my room as we all kissed in a sea of tongues and lips. Terri pulled my shirt over my head and kissed her way down my body as Jessica stripped naked revealing a tightly packaged curvaceous body. Her hips were wide and full, her tits were big and firm with big hard nipples and her pussy was shaved bare. Terri pulled my pants down and freed my cock from my boxer briefs. She took my throbbing rod into her mouth as Jessica pressed her full lips to my mouth and kissed me deeply. Jessica took my hand and led me to the bed where she lay down and pulled me on top of her. She guided my cock to her wet pussy as Terri, who was still dressed, kissed her and pinched her hard nipples. I started fucking the curvy blonde with long slow strokes as she and her angular brunette friend kissed passionately. Jessica rolled over on top of me and rode my cock as her friend pressed her lips to the blonde's smooth shaved pussy. Jessica rode slowly so her friend could lick her hard swollen clit. Jessica's body started to quiver and Terri stopped licking and lay down on the bed beside her friend. Jessica climbed off my hard cock and straddled her friend's cute face. She moaned loudly as Terri began licking her clit again. Jessica looked back at me and begged me to fuck her from behind. I didn't have to be asked twice and I settled behind her delicious ass and eased my cock into her soaking wet pussy. Terri's tongue was everywhere as she licked my shaft and balls between slurping her friend's swollen clit. Jessica's body responded as I fucked her hard and her friend licked her clit until she exploded in a powerful climax. She rolled weakly off her friend and turned around to take my dripping wet cock into her mouth. Jessica licked her delicious juices from my cock as Terri began taking her clothes off. She knelt beside her pretty blonde friend in just a bra and panties and I looked on as they both licked and sucked my cock. The sight of two sexy and contrasting women sucking my dick excited me unlike ever before and I felt my cum begin to boil. Jessica took my dick down her throat as her friend stood up and pulled her panties down to reveal her 6'' cock. Jessica stopped sucking my hard rod and looked up at me with her sexy blue eyes. ''I want to see you suck that cock,'' she said in a sultry lust filled voice. "Do it and you will cum like never before.'' Her lips touched the purple head of my cock as Terri put her hard throbbing dick to my lips. I had never entertained a homosexual thought in my life but at that moment I was so lust crazed that didn't matter. I looked at the stiff rod inches from my mouth and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. I reached my hand out and touched her hard prick as Jessica moaned around mine. Her head began to bob faster as her hand squeezed and stroked the shaft. My lips parted of their own accord and my tongue flicked out and licked a drop of pre-cum from the thick bulbous head of Terri's dick. Terri and Jessica moaned in unison as I tentatively traced the outline of the head with my tongue before I flattened my tongue out and licked her warm throbbing cock like a Popsicle. Jessica took my dick from her mouth and blew cool air on it as she groaned ''so fucking hot.'' She took my aching cock into her mouth as I did the same with her friend's pulsating member. Terri's dick felt oddly comfortable in my mouth as I held my head still and enjoyed the spongy feeling of the thick head throbbing between my lips. I held the hard shaft in my hand and sucked on the head as my mouth began to slide over the turgid rod. It felt strangely empowering as my hand pumped her cock while it slid in and out of my lips. I opened my throat and took the big cock down my throat until my nose pressed against the neatly trimmed patch of fur. I looked up at her as tears rolled down my cheeks. I fought my gag reflex and her eyes rolled back as she moaned loudly. Jessica continued to slowly work my cock with her mouth providing just enough stimulation to keep me hard and excited without letting me cum. I began to lose myself in the experience. The smooth pulsating flesh in my mouth and the primal musky scent each time I buried my face against her pelvis coupled with the intense emotional thrill of the experience only served to intensify my efforts. I found myself wondering what her cum would feel and taste like. My hand was a blur as I sucked and slobbered on her hard throbbing rod. Terri's breathing came in short gasps as her climax approached. I cupped her smooth hairless balls and felt them tighten as her cock spasmed in my mouth and spit ribbons of warm thick cum into my mouth. I swallowed the gobs of creamy cum as they shot into my mouth and I was surprised that I enjoyed both the taste and the texture. Terri's cock stopped shooting and I held it in my mouth like a pacifier as Jessica worked hard to make me cum. Jessica pumped and slurped my hard dick until she sensed I was ready to cum then she rammed two fingers up my ass and expertly massaged my prostate. The sensation was amazing and I came so hard I thought my dick was exploding. I fell back on the bed exhausted and watched as Jessica held my cum in her mouth and brought her lips to Terri's so they could share my seed in a deep passionate kiss. They kissed wet an passionately as Jessica unfastened Terri's bra. I expected them to be stuffed but I was shocked when a perfect pair of surgically enhanced 36b breasts spilled from the cups. ''Jake, thank you so much,'' she said, ''Terri and I have never shared a man before. '' She went on to explain how they were actually husband and wife but a year earlier Terri had confessed that he wanted to be a woman. They both quit their jobs and moved from their home in rural Missouri to California. Terri began living full time as a woman but they remained monogamous. Terry wanted to experience being with a man, but he was not attracted to gay men. They decided to go to Vegas, Sin City, to try and help him live out his, and surprisingly Jessica's fantasy as well. Terry, being young, had already recovered from his climax and his cock was nearing full mast. I watched with excitement as Terri mounted her wife missionary position and fucked her with slow leisurely strokes. The sight was intensely erotic as two sets of perfect tits mashed together and they kissed passionately while Terri's cock pistoned in and out of Jessica's wet pussy. My cock stiffened at the sight and Jessica motioned me over. ''I want your cock in my ass,'' Jessica said breathlessly. ''There is lube in my purse.'' I grabbed the lube and slathered it over my hard cock as Terri continued to fuck her wife missionary style. Jessica rolled on top of her shemale husband with Terri's cock still deep inside her. She reached back and slid a finger up her ass then pulled it out and pushed it into my mouth. ''You like that don't you.'' she said as I sucked on her finger like a miniature cock. ''Yes ma'am,'' I replied, betraying my submissive nature. ''Terri baby, I think we have a submissive toy to play with. I bet we can get him to do anything if we play our cards right,'' Jessica said and she was right. I had always been submissive and turned on by aggressive women. The D/s lifestyle and humiliation were frequent players in my fantasy life and it seemed I had stumbled on the right couple to fulfill my fantasies; even the ones I didn't know existed. Jessica started to take charge of the situation. She parted her ass cheeks and ordered me to lick her asshole as she slowly fucked her shemale husband. I knelt behind her delectable ass and allowed my tongue to slither along the crack of her ass as her hips rose and fell on her husbands cock. I tentatively licked her puckered asshole as my lust continued to rise. My tongue plunged into her tight hole as her husbands cock rubbed wetly against my chin. ''Lick her cock while you are back there you submissive pig,'' she ordered. I licked Terri's cock and Jessica's pussy and asshole. My tongue was everywhere as raw lust and passion consumed my body. ''Now fuck my asshole slave,'' Jessica ordered. I didn't have to be told twice so I straightened up and sank my throbbing well lubricated dick into her asshole. Jessica grunted as two cocks filled her sexy body. I began slowly thrusting my cock up her ass as her husband fucked her dripping wet cunt. I could feel each stroke as her cock rubbed against mine through the thin membrane that separated Jessica's two holes. Jessica moaned and groaned as we fucked her harder and harder until her body shook with another powerful climax. ''Enough,'' she said as she pushed me off her and climbed off her husband's wet cock. ''You two can finish each other off while I watch.'' Terri took charge. She pushed me onto the bed and lay on top of me. Her lips found mine and he kissed me deeply, thrusting her long tongue into my mouth. The sensations were incredibly erotic as her hard cock rubbed against mine and her firm tits pressed against my chest. She quickly turned around into a tight 69 position and took my cock into her warm mouth as her dick hovered over my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and accepted her warm throbbing meat into my mouth. The combination of Jessica's sweet juices and Terri's tangy precum was delicious and I moaned my approval around the hard shaft as Terri began to fuck my mouth. Her big cock thrust in and out of my mouth and she went deeper and deeper with each powerful stroke until her pelvis slapped my nose with each stroke. Terri's expert mouth worked my cock with a sloppy wet fervor until I felt my climax begin in my toes and explode from my cock in a powerful series of spasms that filled her mouth with my seed. She gulped down my juice as she continued to violently fuck my mouth. I could feel her orgasm approaching and I was anxiously awaiting another filling of her creamy delicious cum when she suddenly stopped. She pulled her big cock from my mouth leaving me disappointed and empty. I was enjoying being used and fucked by the pretty pre-op transsexual so much that I was about to beg her to let me finish her off. Before I could voice my disappointment she flipped me over onto my stomach and raised my ass in the air. She quickly greased her cock and my asshole and then sank her hard meat into my virgin hole. Jessica had recovered and was no longer content to be a spectator. She settled in front of my mouth and grabbed my hair. She guided my mouth to her succulent pussy as her she-male husband held my hips and fucked my asshole hard and fast. She rammed her iron rod into me ferociously and the sound of slapping flesh echoed through the room. Jessica held my face tightly against her soaking wet pussy and ground her clit on my face. I was in my glory as they used me like a fuck toy, each demanding pleasure as they raped my willing body. Terri's cock exploded in my ass sending ribbons of cum inside me as her wife worked herself to a powerful climax on my wet face. Terri collapsed next to her exhausted yet satisfied wife and kissed her deeply. Terri whispered something to Jessica and she nodded her agreement. Terri stood up, grabbed me by the hair and led me to the bathroom. She pushed me into the tub and ordered my to kneel before her and suck her flaccid cock. Jessica stood behind him and watched as he released a stream of salty yellow pee into my mouth. ''Drink it all slave,'' Jessica ordered. I kept my mouth glued to Terri's dick and gulped down as much of the salty liquid as I could. I loved the humiliation and degradation of it. Terri finished and Jessica took his place. ''Lick my cunt slave!'' She demanded as she grabbed my head roughly and forced it into her shaved pussy. I started to lick her delicious quim and she too started pee. I stopped licking and tried to drink her yellow treat. ''Did I tell you to stop licking pig!'' she yelled. ''Make me cum while I piss on you slave.'' I sank my face back into her hole and strummed her clit as piss cascaded over me. The flow subsided just as her body shook from another climax. Jessica pushed me back in the tub and turned the cold water on. ''Get cleaned up pig, we are all going out.'' I quickly washed up and got dressed as Jessica and Terri did the same. Jessica traded her sexy black dress for a short black leather skirt, a black leather corset that laced up the back and accentuated her full hips, tiny waist and big breasts. She also wore thigh high black leather boots and her wire rimmed glassed. She held a riding crop in one hand and a leather studded dog collar and leash in the other. Terri wore a black leather dress that hugged her tight body and accentuated her perfect tits and spike heals that made her legs look fantastic. She also held a matching leash in her hand. Jessica fastened her collar and leash around my neck and Terri attached her leash to the collar as well. Jessica unbuttoned my shirt and together the walked me like a dog out of the hotel and into a cab. People around us stared and the humiliation was incredibly exciting. Jessica told the cab driver to take us to The Green Door. Ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the swingers club and the girls led me inside. We grabbed drinks from the bar and sat at a table where we could see the people on the dance floor. Jessica went to check on the availability of the dungeon and when she left Terri told me she was looking forward to making me suck her cock in front of an audience. I had to admit the idea excited me too, as did her next statement. She told me that as soon as my cock was ready she wanted it up her ass. ''Do you think you can handle being a top,'' he chided. ''Yes Mistress Terri,'' I replied obediently. Terri led me by my leash to a stage in the corner of the room. She ordered me to strip as she dropped to her knees and took my rapidly hardening cock into her warm wet mouth. Her head bobbed over my stiff cock as Jessica joined us on the stage. A crowd started to form around us as Jessica pealed her skirt off and squirted a generous dollop of lube into her hand. Terry turned around, raised her muscular ass in the air and flipped her skirt up over her hips. Jessica greased up my cock and then pulled Terri's panties down and did the same to her asshole as I stepped behind her and positioned the head of my cock at the puckered hole. ''Fuck her good slave,'' Jessica ordered as she positioned her sexy naked body in front of Terri. I pushed my slick cock into Terri's tight ass as she lowered her mouth to her wife's pussy. I fucked her ass with long slow strokes as she got used to my dick inside her. Terri's mouth devoured Jessica's pussy as a crowd of 20 people stood beside the stage. My pace quickened and Terri's body responded to the rhythmic stroking of her prostate. Jessica turned around into a tight 69 and took Terri's cock into her mouth. Most of our audience was blocked from the view of Terri's cock and they likely had no idea that the pretty brunette being fucked up the ass on stage was sporting 7'' of hard throbbing man meat. Harder and faster I fucked Terri as people around us watched our show. I could feel my climax building and at Jessica's command I buried my cock deep inside Terri's ass and shot my load. Jessica ordered me onto my knees in front of Terry. She pulled Terri's dress off revealing the hard throbbing manhood to all of the audience. The sexy couple kissed deeply as I took the flesh rod into my mouth and lost myself in the task of pleasing Terri. The throbbing hunk of meat slid down my throat and I realized that this was the culmination of a life time of fantasies. Many that I never knew existed. I wrapped my arms around Terri's strong thighs and slipped two fingers up her gapping cum filled asshole as I deep throated her cock. Terri began fucking my mouth as I fingered her slick asshole until she rewarded me with another delicious mouthful of thick creamy cum. I swallowed her load as several couples joined us on stage. A tall extremely curvy and well endowed brunette walked up to Jessica and dropped to her knees. The curvy brunette looked up at Jessica with soft bedroom eyes and asked meekly if she could lick Mistress' pussy. Jessica pushed the cute brunette onto her back and straddled her face. Two strong muscular men grabbed me. One took me by the throat and forced me onto my knees as the other moved behind me. They quickly undressed as they asked Jessica if they could borrow me. ''Of course, he is just a fuck toy we picked up in a bar. He is a good submissive pig and will do anything you command. Oh and he was deflowered earlier this evening by my hubby,'' she said as she ground her saturated cunt on the big brunette's face. The man in front of me pulled out his semi hard cock and rubbed the head across my lips. Pre-cum leaked from the tip as it grew harder. It was easily 8'' when he started and my eyes widened as it reached a full 11'' of thick throbbing flesh. ''Open wide sissy,'' he said in a deep baritone. I looked up at him, my eyes traveling up his smooth shaved and chiseled body to his cold demanding eyes. ''Do what I say or you will be punished,'' he demanded. I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over his enormous cock as he groaned approvingly. His precum tasted different than Terri's loads. It was sweeter and I slurped it up as it leaked steadily from the spongy purple head. He grabbed my head firmly and held it steady as his hips thrust forward forcing the giant rod down my inexperienced throat. I loved the humiliation and degradation of fellating a stranger on stage in a room full of people. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation as he fucked my mouth with his magnificent tool. A mix of saliva and pre-cum spilled from my mouth as he fucked my face. What Happens in Vegas I felt the other man kneeling behind me as his thighs touched mine. The slippery head of his hard dick slid along the crack of my ass and tickled my sensitive asshole. I moaned around the giant cock in my mouth as the man behind me teased me with his hard rod. ''Jerry, this fag is begging for it. Look at his ass pushing back against my cock,'' the man behind me said to his buddy. ''Hey sissy, you want me to fuck you like a bitch don't you,'' he teased. ''Yes master,'' I begged. ''Please fuck me sir. I need your cock up my ass. Please fill me with your big dick and use me as your slut.'' He continued to tease me, rubbing the head of his cock lightly across my asshole. I took Jerry's enormous cock into my mouth as the man ended my suffering and slowly eased his hard throbbing tool into my asshole. The pleasure and pain was delicious. The humiliation was exquisite. He started fucking my asshole and I pushed back to meet his powerful thrusts as I continued to suck and slurp wetly on Jerry's huge dick. The man behind me increased his pace and I pushed back wantonly to meet each stroke as I stroked and sucked Jerry's tool bringing him closer and closer to climax. Jerry's balls tightened and his cock pumped in my mouth. I continued to stroke his big hard shaft as I pulled my head back and held the thick purple head in my mouth in anticipation of his creamy load. The chiseled muscular man behind me fucked my gaping asshole at a furious pace as Jerry started to cum in my mouth. The first shot blasted the back of my throat and my cock throbbed from the decadent humiliation of swallowing a strangers cum on a stage in a room full of people. Jerry filled my mouth with warm creamy goo and I swished it around my mouth before swallowing it all. I continued to suckle on Jerry's softening cock as his friend fucked my ass hard and fast until he buried his talented tool deep inside me and filled me with cum. He pulled his nasty cock from my ass and forced me to suck it clean before they pushed me down and left me cum soaked and exhausted on the stage. It was 5:00am when I dragged my sore tired ass from the club. I drank more cum and pussy juice than I thought possible before I left alone in a cab. Dried cum was clearly visible in my hair as I walked through the nearly empty casino to my room. I slept all day and awoke famished at 6:00pm. I showered and dressed as I waited for room service. My asshole hurt, my jaw was still sore from sucking countless cocks and cunts but I felt more alive than ever. I ate my room service and wandered down to the casino refreshed and amazingly horny. At the piano bar I spotted a gorgeous blonde hooker. I smiled when she looked at me and in no time she was standing next to me as I bought her a drink. Her name was Nicole. We chatted as she finished her drink and then we adjourned to my room where she stripped naked as we negotiated a price for her services. I left $1,000 on the night stand and told her it was all hers if she was mine for the entire night, anything goes. She dropped to her knees and pulled my pants off before sucking skillfully on my hard dick. I pulled my rod from her mouth and lay her face down on the bed. She spread her great legs as I settled between them. I pushed my face between her round ass cheeks and licked her pussy from behind before slithering my tongue over her tight asshole as I eased two fingers up her surprisingly wet hole. My thumb rubbed her clit; my fingers stroked her gspot as my tongue plunged in and out of her asshole. Despite her profession her body responded and she shuddered and came hard. Her sphincter tightened on my tongue as she cried out in ecstasy. I grabbed her thin hips and pulled her ass in the air as I rammed my condom covered cock inside her dripping cunt. I fucked Nicole hard and fast from behind as I fingered her tight ass. I drooled and spit on her asshole before pulling my dripping wet cock from her pussy and easing it up her asshole. Nicole groaned with pleasure and pain as my cock filled her tight asshole. Once she got used to my cock in her asshole a began fucking her harder and faster until I felt my cum begin to boil. I pulled my cock from her ass, tore the condom off it, turned Nicole over and stroked my cock until I came all over her magnificent tits. I pushed her back and slurped my cum from her chest and the pressed my lips to hers and kissed her deeply. ''Holy shit, that was fucking hot. You are a freak. Are you bi,'' Nicole asked. I proceeded to tell her about the previous day and a half. ''Ooh, let's go to a gay bar, I have always wanted to watch two guys go at it,'' she said enthusiastically. ''I don't know, I am enjoying exploring your body,'' I replied truthfully. ''If you do tonight, all night is free,'' she offered. ''It's a deal.'' Nicole and I walked through the door of a gay bar an hour later. We had been there a little over an hour when a guy made his move. He was effeminate and slight and much different than the two tops that had fucked and dominated me the night before. His name was David and with his longish blonde tussled hair and thin build he looked almost like a tomboyish girl. Nicole was totally into it. ''I want to watch you with him,'' she whispered in my ear. Her tongue slithered wetly into my ear and she purred. ''Ask him to sit down,'' she said as she began to assert herself and my naturally submissive tendencies took over. I asked David to sit next to me at Nicole's request as she sat across from us. She looked at me and motioned me to scoot closer to David and I complied pressing my leg against his. David took the hint and reached under the table and stroked my semi erect cock through my jeans. ''Rub his cock,'' Nicole said quietly across the table and once again I submissively complied. My fingers tickled his dick through his pants and he moaned softly. ''Holy fuck this is hot,'' Nicole said excitedly as David buried his face in my neck and kissed and licked my sensitive skin. ''Mmmmm,'' I moaned louder than I realized as I squeezed his hard cock through his pants. ''Let's get out of here boys,'' Nicole said as she stood and directed us to the door. David and I made the uncomfortable walk across the room with stiff dicks filling our pants. Nicole grabbed a cab and we got inside. She sat between us and the cab pulled away from the curb. ''We are going to have some fun tonight boys,'' she said as she unzipped both of our pants and fished out our semi-erect dicks. ''Davie, do you like girls or are you strictly dickie?'' ''I prefer boys,'' he said in his girlish voice. ''But if he sucks me off and fucks me I will play like a breeder.'' ''He will suck you Davie, in fact here is a sample.'' Nicole pushed my head down to David's crotch and I obediently took it into my mouth. His dick was big, easily 8'' but not as thick as the giant tool from the night before. Nicole put her hand on the back of my head and forced me to quickly bob my head over his dick as the cab pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. I sat up and paid the cabby as Nicole stuffed our dicks back into our pants. We walked quickly to the elevators and got in an empty elevator for the 20th floor. Nicole told us to make out and my stomach turned. David stepped in front of me and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were surprisingly soft and I willingly parted my lips allowing him access. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and entwined with mine as he ground his body against mine. My cock stiffened as his fingers rubbed it through my pants. Nicole was rubbing her overheated cunt as she watched. The elevator doors opened at my floor and we stumbled toward my room laughing. I opened the door and let us in. I stepped up to Nicole and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss with far more passion than I expected as we ground our bodies together. She was clearly excited by the show in the cab and the elevator. Nicole and I tore off each others clothes as David quickly shed his. He stepped behind me and pressed his hard cock against me as Nicole and I continued to kiss and grope each other. Nicole broke off our kiss and whispered in my ear. ''Turn around and suck his cock,'' she said as her tongue slithered across my ear. I kissed my way down her body sucking on her pert tits as I slowly dropped to my knees. David moved beside Nicole and I stared at her smooth shaved pussy and his big hard cock. I leaned forward and licked her delicious pussy as I took his big warm dick in my hand and slowly stroked it. Nicole sighed as I licked her hard clit. ''Oh fuck,'' she moaned as her body responded to my oral ministrations. I felt her climax building and I stopped licking. I looked into her pretty brown eyes as I brought David's dick to my lips. I licked a big drop of precum from the head and both Nicole and David groaned in unison. ''Suck it,'' Nicole commanded. I opened my mouth wide and took the long hunk of flesh into my mouth. David groaned as I took his cock down my throat until my nose pressed against his pelvis. I fought my gag reflex and tears ran down my cheeks as David held my head. I pulled the hot flesh from my mouth and spit on his dick getting it nice and wet. I pumped his big throbbing rod with my hand as I licked and sucked his smooth shaved balls. David groaned as I continued to stroke his cock. I pressed my lips back to Nicole's succulent pussy and sucked her thick meaty lips into my mouth. ''God yes, make me cum,'' Nicole pleaded. I could feel the blood engorging her lips and clit and I attacked her clit with quick jabs as I continued to stroke David's dick. Nicole came with and explosive climax and she squirted a tasty clear viscous fluid into my mouth. I gulped her juices as her body shook and her hands clutched at my head. The waves of her climax subsided and I moved back to David's dick. My head bobbed as I tasted his precum and salty flesh. My hand pumped his wet shaft in perfect unison with my bobbing head until his balls tightened and I was rewarded with an enormous mouthful of flavorful cum. I swallowed it all and continued to suckle on it as it softened in my mouth. Nicole pushed me onto my back and started sucking my dick. She told David to get the lube off the night stand as she noisily slurped on my cock. She straddled my cock and guided it into her soaking wet pussy. I looked at her fantastic tight body as she rode my cock and I fought not to cum quickly. Her pert tits bounced as she thrust her body up and down on me until she shuddered and came again. Nicole directed David onto his hands and knees as she coated my throbbing dick with a generous amount of lube. She handed me the lube and told me to rub it all over David's smooth shaved ass. I did as she ordered and pumped two then three fingers into his asshole. ''Fuck him baby,'' Nicole ordered. I pressed the thick head of my cock against his puckered asshole as David relaxed his sphincter. ''Oh yes,'' he said in his girlish voice as my cock sank deep inside him. I grabbed his hips and thrust my cock into his tight asshole hard and fast. Our balls slapped together as I fucked him and the room filled with the sound of grunts, moans and slapping flesh. Nicole furiously rubbed her pussy and the sight of the excited hooker masturbating as I fucked David's ass was too much. I buried my cock deep inside him and unleashed buckets of cum into his bowels before collapsing on the bed. Nicole and David both spent the night in bed with me and David licked her pussy and my cock as I fucked her doggy style in the morning. At Nicole's request I sucked his dick and swallowed his load one more time before he left. I then licked my own cum from her pussy. We showered together. She gave me her personal cell number and made me promise to call her the next time I was in town. I tried to give her the $1,000 but she refused. We kissed deeply before she left. We have talked a few times since and I am going back in February. I will surely give her a call because she was the best fuck I have ever had. What Happens In Vegas I slid the card into the lock and watched the happy green light blink on. I was nervous but borderline giddy as I pushed open the door and surveyed the room I had selected on line. It was exactly as advertised, but maybe a little smaller. I looked at the clock. I still had two hours before my date arrived so I decided to take a bath. I stuck my bag in the closet, then chained the door and ran a bath. I soaked in the tub for almost an hour enjoying the bubbles and sipping slowly on a glass of wine. I didn't want to have too much to drink. I needed to be clear headed for my lessons. After my leisurely soak, I went through my bag and pulled out a skimpy lace baby doll and matching g string. I know it wasn't required that I dress the part but wearing such things made me feel sexier. I tucked all my valuables into the room safe keeping out only enough cash for my guest. I put his fee and a healthy tip into an envelope. I figured it would be easier to pull out a few bills if he was a disappointment than to dig for more money after he satisfied me. I sat down on the bed to wait. He knocked right on time. I peeped out at him before opening the door. He was pretty much what I expected. Dark skin, dark hair combed back, a little taller than me and slim built. He was definitely older but looked very fit. I opened the door and let him in and his warm brown eyes registered just a momentary surprise. "Miss Leeda, I'm hoping?" His voice held just enough of an accent to sound exotic. I held out my hand to introduce myself. "Yes, and you must be Dominic." "Yes," he answered before lifting my fingers to his lips. The touch of his mouth started little butterflies in my stomach. He had an easy friendly smile, but the intense way his eyes were looking at me was already causing some toe curling. I was pretty sure that he was not going to be a disappointment. His eyes swept quickly over the room and settled momentarily on the envelope by the bed. He set his duffle bag down on the foot of the bed. "So, I was told," he said standing before me and making no secret of his interest in my breasts, "that you are looking for lessons in how to get more enjoyment out of your sexual experiences." "Yes," I managed to squeak out, surprised that I was even able to say that intelligently given the major flip flops my stomach was now doing. "I think I can help you." He lifted a hand toward my breast, but paused before touching me. "May I?" I nodded. I was used to men taking an interest in them. I was gifted with a natural set of 38Ds and they were firm and high with light pink nipples that were almost an inch long when hard. And that time would be shortly as the man before me began stroking gently across them with his thumb. "I love lace on a woman's body, especially her breasts," he said in a soft gentle voice that seemed to lull you into relaxation. "The fabric is so sheer and soft. It clings beautifully to the curves yet when you stroke it like this the texture is almost rough against a woman's sensitive areas. It seems to create a more pronounced reaction to my touch." I couldn't have agreed with him more. The blood was starting to pulse into my lower extremities. The stiffer my nipples became the gentler his touch till I was tipping forward pressing them into his hands. Then suddenly his fingers clamped down on my taunt peaks and I jumped at the shock of electricity that shot through my body. He smiled then his hands slid from my breasts to my hips and he swiveled my body around his and lowered me to sitting on the edge of the bed. "Let me set the mood," he said then he went to his bad and took out a small CD player. He set the speakers up then a gentle Latin ballad floated through the room. He went around and adjusted the lights. I watched his every move wondering what the body under those black jeans and soft red sweater would look like. I was utterly fascinated by this man that already got my blood pounding and he had done nothing more than fondle my breasts. The fact that I was paying him had already left my mind. The only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to sleep with him. I think I actually licked my lips when I saw him stop moving then pull the sweater up then slowly over his head. His body wasn't large, but it was perfection. Toned muscles and bronzed skin accented by a small scar on his shoulder that gave him a touch of mystery and danger. He went to the sink and wet a wash clothe. He sunk to his knees before me and lifted one foot. He massaged my foot as he washed it. I was so surprised by his actions that I didn't know how to react. This was certainly not the area of the body I was hoping he would concentrate on. "Most women don't realize how erogenous their feet can be." He laid the washcloth aside and began stroking my foot with his index finger. "Unfortunately too many women have developed the male attitude of just get to the important body parts and they miss out." His piercing gaze made me blush as I wondered if he was a little too intuitive for my comfort. I rotated my eyes away from him. I tried to listen to the music and relax and enjoy the foot massage. Then I felt his hot, wet tongue on my instep tracing along the edge of my foot and my gaze returned to him. Maybe there was something to this foot fetish thing. It did feel good. Then he sucked my big toe into his mouth and I thanked the gods for delivering this man to me. I was gasping for air as my fingers curled into the bedspread. I could feel the softness of the inside of his lips against the top of my toe, his lips pulled at the base and his tongue swirled around the top. All the while his fingers were rubbing and pressing patterns into my foot. The bed spread beneath me was getting wet as I ground my hips into, the texture of the lace rubbing against my ass. I couldn't believe I was going to come from having my toe sucked. Then he stopped and my eyes shot open. He lowered my foot to the ground and retrieved the washcloth. "Would you like me to continue?" he asked. "Yes," I panted, certain he knew he had me. It was a good thing that the fee was determined ahead of time because he could have asked for any amount now and I would have given it to him to have him continue. As he began administering his care to the other foot, I closed my eyes again and let myself just enjoy the sensations of the moment. I let my body pulse to his rhythms, drinking in the music, the smell of his cologne, which was subtle but spicy, and the incredibly erotic feeling of a man's mouth sliding up and down my toe. I wondered if this is what it was like for a man to get a blowjob. If so, I now understood their enthrallment with them. Just as my body started it's final crescendo, he stopped again. I looked at him pleading in my eyes to take me all the way. He smiled then pressed my legs apart. He grabbed my thighs and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed, at the same time his head dove forward and his mouth locked over my clit. I gasped as his tongue flicked rapidly over the stiff nub. Then his lips tightened down and he sucked my most sensitive part into his mouth and my head spun. Forget the crescendo, my body just erupted like fireworks shooting off throughout my entire nervous system. I stiffened and shook before collapsing backward onto the bed, my body actually trembling in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. "That was amazing," I managed to gasp. "You are amazing." "It's always nice to be appreciated." I heard him reply. I realized that he was no longer in front of me. I wondered at what point he had stood and moved. Had I actually lost consciousness? It was a possibility. I opened my eyes and saw him standing at the side of the bed. His legs were spread apart and he had undone the top button on his jeans. His hand was stroking his cock through the denim. His eyes were on my body and they looked possessive and intense. He actually looked intimidating and damn sexy. "You'll have to give me a moment, I don't believe I have any bones right now," I tried to joke, but he barely registered my remark. He looked like an animal stalking its prey trying to decide it's next move. My eyes were drawn to his crotch as he continued to stroke himself. As I watched he unbuttoned the jeans and pulled his cock out. It wasn't overly long, but it was thick and had a slight downward curve to it. He continued to stroke himself. I rolled myself up into a sitting position. "Are you wet?" he asked. No doubt about that, I thought, given the amazing orgasm I was still recovering from. So I answered his question with a smile. "Are you wet?" he asked again. "Oh, I think so," I answered with a slight chuckle. "Check," he ordered. I felt myself blushing as I looked down my body. "Don't look down. Look at me," he said. His voice was quiet but commanding. "Put your hand between your legs and see if you are wet." So I looked at him and tried to match his mood as I slid my hand down my body. I pulled the skirt up over my hips then slipped one hand between my legs. I was most definitely wet. "Put your finger inside," he commanded and I did as instructed. "Deeper," he ordered. I slid my middle finger all the way into my pussy. I was surprised how tight it gripped my finger. "Are you wet?" he asked again. "Yes," I answered sliding the finger in and out slowly. "Take your panties off and move to the center of the bed. Lay down and spread your legs." I didn't hesitate for a second, sliding the inconsequential underwear off and leaving it in a ball on the floor. I scooted back on the bed then very slowly and deliberately laid back and opened my thighs. He took his jeans and underwear off. For a moment I got a very tempting view of his ass. The skin was a taunt beautiful bronze. No tan lines for this guy. He retrieved a condom from his bag then stood at the end of the bed. He opened the wrapper and unrolled the condom onto his penis. During this, his eyes never left mine. I could hear my pulse and was mildly aware of the rapidness of my breathing. He put a hand and a knee on the bed then moved to hover right above me. His legs were between mine, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of my shoulders. His dark, passion filled eyes were still on mine and I held my breath as he hovered above me. In one smooth stroke, he buried himself inside me and I lifted my hips up off the bed to meet him. He held himself there for a moment, and then he started a long smooth stroking rhythm. At the end of each motion, he grunted and ground his pubic bone into mine stimulating my clit while his cock found that magic spot inside my channel. He kept that steady deep driving pace, not picking up into the jack rabbit style of the men I had known. I put my hands on his shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth. I slid my fingers over his upper arms then up onto his back digging my fingers in and massaging the bulging muscles I felt there. My head rolled from side to side as pleasure filled my body. It wasn't a rapidly building sensation this time. It was slow and powerful, an ebb and flow of sensations that matched his rhythm. Soon I found myself groaning and thrusting, matching his motions. Then as the blood started pounding in my body, I felt him stiffen and change his rhythm. "No," I cried out, "Don't hold back." But he did, altering his technique enough to keep himself from finishing but still bringing me to climax. It was a great orgasm but it felt a little empty. I felt cheated that he hadn't joined me in the release. "Party's not over with yet," he whispered into my ear. I nodded reminding myself that he was not my lover. He was my teacher. His body rolled off me and he laid beside me placing a hand on my stomach. He languidly traced the lace pattern of the gown that was bunched up around my hips. He seemed to sense I needed a break and didn't try to hurry me. "You are incredible," I told him, opening my eyes finally. He was leaning on one arm looking down at my breasts again, but transferred his gaze to my face once he realized that I was looking at him. "But I guess you hear that a lot." He smiled and shrugged. "I aim to please." "That you do," I answered. "I'm sure you have many repeat customers." He shook his head and broke eye contact, looking distractedly down my body. "I don't allow regular customers. Too much danger of emotional attachment." I wondered if he meant his or hers. "I guess I can understand that," I said becoming distracted from my thoughts as his hand slid down over my hip and started stroking my thigh. "You must like Vegas," I continued still curious about the man who choose this line of work. "There's a lot of new people coming to town regularly and the fact that it's legal here must help." "Yeah, Vegas isn't bad. Business is good. I don't care for the town though. I'd rather be in Amsterdam." "Amsterdam?" I questioned. "Yeah, you know the city in the Netherlands." His hand had stopped moving on my thigh so this was obviously a subject he didn't feel the need to hurry off of. "Oh, is that your retirement destination?" "No, I'd love to go there and set up shop. They've got a great sex industry over there. It's very open. It's a classy city too. Nothing like the strip. With the old buildings and the canals, it's very romantic. They even have tree lined streets and canals with arched bridges through the center of the red light district." "That sounds nice," I said thinking how odd it was to hear of sex shops in nice neighborhoods. Here they were in the areas that people were afraid to drive through at night. Usually sandwiched between crack houses and old factories that were waiting to fall down. I felt his hand start moving again on my thigh and I guessed that talking time was over. I wasn't going to argue, I was ready for more. I rolled toward him, letting his hand slide between my thighs. His head dipped forward and he kissed the soft mound of my breast that was exposed above the lace gown. His hand slid up my body and around to my back pulling me closer to him and supporting me as he buried his face between my breasts. His lips continued along the edge of the gown pressing soft kisses on my skin. Then he pulled the lace down exposing my full breast to him. His mouth closed on my nipple and I sighed. I loved the gentle tug I felt as he sucked on my breast, pulling my nipple into a stiff point. His tongue began flicking across the sensitive peak and I automatically rolled my hips up to his. My thigh rubbed against his still hard cock. I definitely wanted some more of that. His lips released my nipple and he rolled onto his back taking me with him. I was on all fours now hovering above him. Both his hands came up to play with my breasts which were now dangling above his face. He caressed and kissed them for several minutes and I arched my back pressing them down closer to him. His hands pressed them together and he licked the valley between them then gave a small nip to both peaks. "God, you've got a beautiful natural pair," he said as his hands cupped them one last time before sliding down my back and settling on my hips I took that as quite a compliment coming from a man who had most definitely seen a lot of women's breasts. His hands pressed against my hips and I took the hint and I inched my body down the bed till my hips were even with his. His hands slid around to my ass and began stroking the skin. I looked down at him lying beneath me and was disappointed to see that he looked a little more distant, more professional maybe, but I wanted to see that look of passion and hunger again. I lowered my hips and rubbed my wet pussy against his cock. That brought a smile to his lips at least. His hands remained on my hips so I reached back and grabbed his cock. I positioned it and then slid myself down over it, taking him inside me in one swift motion. A groan escaped his lips and I smiled. I began rocking back and forth on top of him. His hands on my hips began guiding my motion, teaching me how to rock my hips just right to get full sensation. I picked up on the rhythm and kept at it feeling his cock swelling. I lifted my hands to my breasts and began caressing them as I rode him. I lifted and squeezed them, ran my thumbs over the nipples, teasing them back into hard peaks again. I looked down at him and saw that the dark passionate look was back. He was definitely a breast man. I pulled the gown down anchoring it under my breasts, he tried to hold back a moan but I could tell the sight of my tits was getting to him. I began rocking harder and faster. His hands tried to stop me, but I was not going to be deterred. I didn't care about my orgasm. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to pull him out of that professional detachment, so I rode him hard and fast. I tilted forward so my breasts were in his face and I was able to lift and lower my body slightly on his cock. I kept up the fast pace slamming my hips down against his, twisting my nipples with my fingers. He was fighting it I could see, but it was a battle he was losing. I felt this amazing surge of power when his cock swelled and jerked inside me. The feeling of euphoria brought me to my climax as well. It wasn't the best orgasm of the night for me but it certainly was satisfying. I collapsed on top of him, my body covered with a layer of sweat. I felt his hand reach down and hold the condom in place as his now soft penis slid out of me. I knew I should roll to the side and let him go about his business, but I wanted to lie there on him for a moment to listen to the pounding of his heart. He didn't rush me. He put a gentle hand on my back and with the other he stroked my now sweat soaked hair back from my face. After a few moments of quiet, I rolled to the side. I wondered if he would say anything. Tell me it was different with me that I had really connected with him. Then I wondered why that mattered to me. I reminded myself that he was a gigolo that I was paying. I felt him roll off the bed and heard him enter the bathroom. When he reemerged a few seconds later, I had managed to get a hold of my emotions. He sat down on the side of the bed. His jeans were all ready on and his sweater was in his hand. "I'm afraid time is up," he said. He pushed a few strands of wet hair out of my face. "I hope you found what you were looking for." I thought to myself, yes and no. I had definitely learned a few new tricks and now knew what a good orgasm was, but I also felt an emptiness I hadn't before. I wasn't sure what its roots were but it felt like a big question in my head. Of course it could simply be from the sad realization that I had just had the best sex of my life with a man I had to pay to be with me. I put a smile on my face and responded before the silence got too weird. "I definitely learned a lot and have never enjoyed a class room session more." He smiled and in a slightly awkward gesture kissed me on the top of my head. He picked up his radio and envelope and packed them away in his bag. He gave me a slight wave then went out the door. As soon as the door clicked, I got out of bed, put the chain on the door and hopped in the shower. What Happens in Vegas My son, Austin, and his wife, Kati, were fighting again. Austin was seeking refuge at our house and catching up on Mom's cooking. I adore Kati, she's perfect for him, but they are both so volatile that the slightest word sets the other off. Austin tries to keep private things between him and Kati, but sometimes he needs to confide in someone else that he trusts, so he usually turns to me. A lot of the time, the things that seem to bug him the most are largely in his own head. When I passed fifty I began to think of everyone I met as a child and not strictly because they were my own children's ages, but also because the world seems to have gotten a whole damned lot faster than when I had my own first loves and marriage. I know that both Kati's and Austin's experiences before marriage were a lot more varied and experimental than my own were. They seem to have a scoring system between them about whom is the 'worst one' based on the number of one-night-stands or under what circumstances they had sex with other partners. I've tried to get them to realize that none of this matters, they were both free agents at the time. Also, past behavior is no indication of future behavior, at least not from the perspective of one or the other of them being unfaithful. They both suspect the other of that. They'd both had previous marriages, but no children, and between fights were trying to get pregnant. This put me right in the middle. I could listen, but I could not advise beyond saying, "what's past is past" - not that either of them heard me. Every time Austin went off, he'd flee back home and expose more details of what he should never have mentioned. Kati had had a rough time of things, I will grant you, but she wasn't the only person in the world to lose someone to a drunk driver. However, Danny's ghost seemed to inhabit her life at times, and this never failed to set Austin off. I can't really blame him on that count, no one can compete with the dead. Kati had her share of issues, sometimes describing herself as a widow, sometimes saying it was her boyfriend or fiancé that had died. I guess we could make a case for her having had a common-law marriage, but the point is she'd never actually gone down the aisle in her six years with Danny. As I later learned, there was damned little else she hadn't done with Danny, and my "past is past" sentiments even sounded hollow to me. Danny's psychological hold on Kati was something that none of us could understand. Kati had been off on a trip to Denver planning a media event for Coors and Austin had been cleaning out the storage shed. When he came across Kati's diary, he shouldn't have read it, but he did. Worse, he then confronted Kati about the incident involving another couple and she'd told him some of the details, principally she'd only gone along with it so the woman could eat her pussy while the man fucked her from behind and fondled Kati's tits. I'd already heard from Kati about Austin's prying without any specifics and I agreed with her that he'd been wrong. It's not like he could do anything about it, so why stir it up. I didn't dare ask what the incident was. When Austin told me his side, it was merely to seek my take on whether Kati might be cheating while she was out of town on business and if she might do something even more outrageous. I assured him I didn't think so, while privately thinking Kati was putting a good face on this already. So, the following is my idea of what might have happened. * * * * * Kati had had a series of jobs after giving up her stint in the gentleman's club in Dallas. She worked as a financial officer in a car dealership, had run a boutique, and even had done a year as a flight attendant with Compass Point airlines. Her friend Suzie had coached her through the training with the idea that they'd fly together, but that never seemed to work out. Suzie had much more seniority and Kati could never get the good flights with her. In many ways, working for the airline was as bad as working at Knockers, except you didn't even get tips. The only good thing that had come out of the experience was the lead that got her the "events planner" gig. Kati's gregarious personality and her good looks had been perfect for the position, so she'd been doing that for a couple of years and made about ten trips annually to various functions she was coordinating. On this particular evening the gig was in Reno and she'd had an exhausting day of minor snafus. She switched into some jeans and a cami top and had decided to have a sandwich and a couple of beers at the hotel bar. It was just past eight when the attractive couple walked in. The guy was 6-2" and hunky, with startling blue eyes and dark curly hair. His girlfriend was about 5-8", a slender dirty-blonde who seemed to be all leg. They took a booth in the shadows of the bar and began to party boisterously. There was something about them that seemed familiar. First off, the hotel where Kati was staying was frequently used by air crews on overnights. It wasn't the best place in town, but it was very convenient to the convention center. Most airlines have a policy that once you leave the terminal, as soon as possible, you get out of uniform. One stewardess had been fired for posting pictures of herself in uniform on the Internet, not risqué shots, just in uniform and smiling. These two somehow had the look of a pilot and a flight attendant, or maybe a first officer, but somehow Kati doubted it. She turned back to her beer and contemplated it, what was it that made the girl so familiar? Kati was thinking about the girl being with the pilot. Pilots were pretty much the lowest form of life in the air, they were pigs of the first order. One of the jokes that circulated while she was crewing concerned a doctor, an attorney and a pilot seeking entrance at the gates of heaven. The doctor had small sins, but was rejected, the attorney, bigger ones, also rejected. The pilot had a long string of affairs while away from his wife and family, but was accepted. Saint Peter had explained "what happens on an overnight, stays on an overnight". That was typical pilot attitude. The vast majority of male flight attendants were gay men, who were fun to pal around with, but that was it. The females were either married or bi/les or both, so Kati had found it a lonely existence. "Kat?" Kati snapped out of her musings to realize that the tall blonde was standing beside her. Even seated on the high stool, the other girl had about four inches on her. In her mind she fumbled for the name, Stephanie perhaps? "I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name " she began. "It's Chase. I thought that was you, Kat! It's been ages since Flight Attendant School. What did you come in on?" "Chase, of course. Actually I came in yesterday on US Air. I'm not crewing any more." Chase had slid onto the next bar stool and made herself at home. She seemed to want to catch up, but perhaps there was more to it. Another beer appeared in front of Kati, apparently on the pilot's tab. "I almost didn't recognize you, " Chase began, fondling a lock of Kati's amber hair, "You were blonde back then. Also, you seem to have grown (her eyes falling to Kati's chest)." "Well, this is more my natural color. As far as the boobs, well, I just decided to come out a little now that the airline can't criticize." "Out, huh? I always wanted to ask you about that." Kati blushed down to the freckles crossing her cleavage, "I didn't mean that kind of 'out'. I'm completely straight." She took a big swig of her beer and tried to calm herself. "It's OK. You can't blame a girl for trying with someone as attractive as you, now can you?" Kati licked her lips and tried to get a grip on this rapidly deteriorating conversation. Later she would write in her diary that it was one thing for a man to tell you that you were beautiful; they only wanted to get in your pants. However, when a woman said it, if she wasn't trying to protect your feelings, it carried real weight. If a woman was prettier than her, it was her nature to criticize or cut her in some way, not admit to it. "What brand lipstick is that, Kat? It looks so luscious and kissable." "I'm just wearing a little gloss, I had my liner tattooed on and filled in with something natural" Kati replied as Chase leaned in and put her words to actions, brushing Kati's lips with promise and overt hunger. Kati found herself responding, but then summoned courage to break the kiss. "Aren't you with that pilot? Isn't he going to be upset that you're making a pass at me?" This wasn't the best she could have said, but she was off balance from the kiss and that's the first thing that occurred to her. "That's, Roger", Chase giggled. "We're engaged. We were wondering if you would care to join us tonight?" Kati glanced at Roger and he raised his glass and smiled a sloppy grin. "That's really very sweet of you", Kati began, "but that's not exactly my kind of thing." Chase looked crestfallen. She lowered her voice, conspiratorially. "Look Kati, this is my idea, not his. You can pretend he isn't even there. If you want he'll just sit in the chair and watch. Roger's a perfect gentleman, he'd never ... uh ... impose on your good nature. He won't press you. But if you wanted to, he lasts forever!" Before Kati could answer, Roger slid in beside Chase and put his arm around her tummy, just under her breasts. When Chase patted his arm, Kati noticed the rock set in platinum, it must have been three carats. "I'm sorry if we've intruded, miss, Chase was sure she knew you from Flight Attendant school." "Well, she did ... or does... I'm Katherine, or Kati to my friends" she said as she offered her hand. "Have you eaten yet? I'm on an expense account and I'd be happy to buy dinner for Chase's old friend." Roger might have been a pig, but he was a classy pig. "Excuse me a moment" Kati said, getting shakily to her feet, "I need to use the ladies." Of course, Chase had gone with her, and when Kati had leaned against the sink, Chase had mopped her brow with a damp paper towel. Chase had then leaned over and applied her lips to the side of Kati's neck and slid her hand under the cami to tweak a rapidly hardening nipple. Kati, caught up in the moment, cupped Chase's pantiless ass through her skirt. "Please, come back to the room with us. I promise we'll have fun." Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a way of feeling closer to Danny, maybe she just wanted to; whatever the reason, Kati at least tacitly accepted. Supporting one another the threesome had made it to the elevator. Roger had kissed Kati on the forehead, as one would kiss a little sister, establishing the boundaries for the evening. Once in their room, Roger excused himself to take a shower. Kati was probably torn, wanting to just go back to her room and sleep, recollecting times with Danny when she hadn't let go enough to enjoy herself, recalling times when she'd done things with Suzie that left her gasping and glowing. Chase had pulled her dress over her head revealing a lithe body with small firm breasts and tiny hard nipples. Her belly button was pierced and there was a flash of silver at her small, smooth slit. Still in her high heels she helped Kati out of her jeans and her plain beige thong. Kati sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the bathroom, still in her camisole and holding her thighs together to somehow shield her trimmed thatch of reddish brown hair. Chase could kneel and still kiss her firmly on the mouth, her hands working up and down Kati's spine. Kati opened her lips to the soft sweet dance of tongues and drew her right hand up Chase's flat tummy to cup her right breast and roll the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Chase seemed to be everywhere at once, sucking her nipples, kissing her neck and tummy, holding her heavy breasts as if to weigh them. "The first time I saw you in class, I knew I wanted to do this. You're absolutely beautiful, Kat, and you have no idea how much you excite me." When Chase went lower, Kati laid back across the bed and her sex opened before Chase like a banquet. Chase nibbled her delicately, making small circles around her clit, seeking the rhythm her partner preferred. She drank her honey and gently lifted her legs, drawing them back against Kati's chest so that she had complete access to her most sensitive parts. Kati was panting and swollen, a pink flush surrounding her nether lips and her clitoris hardening into a ridge between her parted inner labia. She brushed her mouth across it, faster and faster. She pressed back with her fingers to expose more of the button and suckled it between her lips, grazing it with her teeth. Kati was rocking and thrusting, it had been too long since she'd cum so hard, so much for the sheer pleasure of it. She tossed her head from side to side and clutched handfuls of the spread, shrieking, "Oh god oh god ohgooododoododododododooo......" Her orgasm struck like a bowling ball dropped from a skyscraper. She went so berserk she nearly threw Chase off and lay there after quivering like protoplasm. "Oh, fuck that was good!" she said to no one in particular. She felt Chase repositioning in the nearly dark room, and soon a very wet and pungent snatch was being lowered over her face. It was difficult considering the difference in the length of their torsos, but Kati was trying valiantly to give as good as she had gotten. She stretched her neck upwards and thrust her tongue into the tight pink hole while using her fingers below to stroke the engorged sex button of the tall woman above her. She tugged gently on the small white gold ring and ball, eliciting moans of joy from the mouth pressed to her cunt. Chase, for her part hadn't relented a bit. She had two fingers buried in Kati and was licking between the web of the two and causing Kati to nearly climb the walls. "Make me cum, please, baby, make me cum!" Chase begged. Kati answered, "I'm trying, sweetie, but it's almost impossible to concentrate with you doing that. Why don't you take a break and let me work on you?" Chase, switched around to kiss her in the darkness and whisper "I need Roger inside me to get off." Kati offered to leave, but that wasn't what Chase had in mind. "Please, I need both of you. Just let him fuck me while you lick my clit, please, just for a little while?" Against her better judgment, Kati agreed and they slipped back into a sixty-nine. Roger, as if on cue, stepped from the bathroom, leaving the light on and casting a narrow vertical beam of light right up Chase's spread legs and glinting off her cunt jewelry. Apparently Roger knew his role and had been listening, his cock was huge and curled up slightly. He rubbed it against Chase's pink hole and began to slide it in. With each stroke more of it disappeared, and then reappeared, coated with glistening juices. His balls lapped gently against Kati's forehead. Chase was buried in Kati's pussy and sending her electric shocks with every stroke, every flick of her pinky across Kati's star. Kati was looking up at this pink horizon, all curves and glittering juice that dripped on her. She was bathed in the heady scent of an aroused woman. She heard every sigh and moan from both of them, and the steady wet squish of the organ stretching Chase's now throbbing pussy. She sucked down on Chase's clit and was rewarded with the distant sound of her groaning. "Oh fuckjesus... I'm gonna cum... I'm so fucking.. oh god ogod ogodod... jesus christfuck" Chase's orgasm seemed to take an age, she rocked and thrust and moaned. Kati must have admitted to herself that Chase was very honest with herself about what made her cum and what didn't, and she went after it. So what if the formula wasn't for everyone? Who was it hurting? Chase came out of her orgasm and began to thrust her tongue harder into Kati. Kati was responding, but somehow she was missing something. She adored the taste of a woman's pussy in her mouth, but she was still lacking. "Oh what the hell?" she thought, "Who am I holding back for?" She repositioned her tongue, sliding it along the underside of Roger's veiny cock as it slid home in Chase. She turned slightly sideways, nipping the underside of his shaft with sharp, piquant nips and cupped his balls, working them like sponges. Roger slipped back and popped out of Chase and hesitated for confirmation. Kati pulled the purplish knob toward her lips and sucked him deep. He was a mouthful, that's for sure, and a couple of times she had to back off to keep from gagging. Roger fed her what she wanted and could accommodate and with the taste of Chase's juices in her mouth and Chases tongue on her ass, she came for the second time that evening. After a bit they disentangled and Kati began to reach for her clothes. Chase took one hand and Roger took the other, "There's no pressure," he said, "We just want you to enjoy yourself. Roger rolled onto his back with his prick toward the ceiling and Chase straddled him slowly rocking her hips. Chase and Roger drew Kati close and with a faint sigh of acceptance she swung her leg over Roger's head and faced Chase. The girls began to kiss each other, deeply, taking it slowly. Their breasts touched and truth be told, another hand rose between them to touch the soft orbs, to mark their individuality and their commonality. At times he stroked Kati's ass, at others he drew Chase down tightly. Finally, Roger, having what he needed, exploded in Chase's honeypot. * * * * * When Kati woke the next morning, severely hung over, and not in her own room, she began to have regrets. These she would later pour out to her diary. Roger and Chase had departed early for a 6 AM push. Kati shook her head at that lifestyle of early mornings and late erotic nights. She put it behind her, and according to her, she's never been with a woman since. Austin would not realize why she kept the wedding invitation that arrived at home some weeks later to attend Chase and Roger's nuptials. The handwritten note inside expressed only happiness at her being a friend to both of them. "Thanks for everything," they wrote. "We love having you for a friend, and if you want to come to Hawaii with us on the honeymoon, there's always room for three." What Happens in Vegas She loved going to Vegas. There was something about the city for her. Something that made her feel stronger... sexier....empowered. This girl's weekend away was just what she needed to recharge. She arrived a few days ahead of her friends, craving that alone time to enjoy the feelings her adopted home town always brought. This city was all sex to her. This is where she learned about love, where she lost her virginity and where she discovered her sexual power. Every time she returned...the power surged, strengthened and overtook her. This first night was just for her. She took her time getting dressed. She felt sexy, alive and...hungry...her clothes reflected that. She wasn't looking for trouble, but she knew it would find her...the thought sent a shiver down her spine. She looked in the mirror, happy with the outfit...then the nipple clamps laying on the bed caught her eye...hmmmm...should she? That evil grin spread across her face...she looked at the plunging neckline of her dress...the chain would show. Chuckling, she attached to clamps to her tingling nipples...not too tight...but enough to keep her nipples rock hard and aching...perfect. She headed down to the casino to play a little poker. She grinned with satisfaction as heads turned while she walked through the casino. Her nipples tingled and strained against the deep crimson red demi bra she wore. If you looked close you could see the silver chain connecting her nipple clamps nestled between her ample cleavage....and more than a few guys were looking close. She grabbed a drink and sat down at a poker machine. She plunked in quarters and played a few hands while enjoying the views. She loved to watch people. Restless, she got up and strolled around the casino, grabbed another drink, and watched the lounge act from the door. Her mind wandered as she listened to the Wayne Newton impersonator. Then she saw him. He was sitting at a poker table...completely absorbed in the game. By the looks on the other players' faces he was winning. She wandered over to watch the game. He was handsome, but real. Dark hair, on the long side...brown eyes like melting chocolate. He had that look about him...manly...not pretty. His smug grin confirmed that he was winning...but the rye smile was what interested her...what was so funny? A seat opened at the table and she joined the game. Their eyes met...and his dipped down to her cleavage and the silver chain nestled there. He looked back at her and raised an eyebrow in question. Her answering grin was enough to create a host of other questions. The game continued...both the poker and their flirting. He seemed to fold almost every hand but the huge pile of chips showed he'd been very lucky. Another chair opened and he moved over to join her. "I'm Max." She grinned. "I'm trouble. But you can call me Kitty." "What do you say we make this game a little more interesting Kitty?" Kitty grinned and leaned closer to him...pressing the clamps and bra hard against her sensitive nipples. She drew in a sharp breath. His eyes went directly to the silver chain...and back to her face. Kitty grinned, almost guiltily... "What did you have in mind Max?" Max leaned closer and "accidentally" bumped Kitty's breast with his arm...the contact made her hard nipple tingle and ache. "Oh I can think of a few things I'd like to learn about you...why don't we start there?" They were the last two players at the table. The dealer waited while they added the side bet to their chips on the table. Max was all confidence and vigour. "I win...you let me feel what is under that slinky black dress that is making you gasp so sweetly...You win...and I'm your slave for the night." Kitty was intrigued....slave for a night...her night...alone...in Vegas... "It's a deal" The cards were dealt. Kitty looked at her hand...hmmm...2 pair...she grinned up at Max. Max looked at his hand...Full house...Ace's high...he looked down at the table...grinned...looked down Kitty's cleavage and tossed his cards in. "I fold" She laid her pairs down and grinned... "Well Max...I guess that makes you mine for the night." He grinned...looked deep into her eyes and replied, "Yes Ma'am, looks that way". Hmmm...what should I do with him first? How far would he take the slave role? What trouble could she get into? So many options. "Well Max, lets go." She jumped off her chair and strode through the casino toward the shops. He loved the way her ass swayed as she strode through the casino...she had a great ass, full and round...the short black dress swinging as she walked...flashing little peaks at the crimson garter she wore...mmm...this was going to be a fun night. "Max. I want to shop. How far are you willing to take this slave bet?" "I am at your command...Mistress. I will do anything you bid." Kitty grinned. "Excellent! That is what I wanted to hear Max. You will be rewarded for correct responses and punished for anything that displeases me." He swallowed the grin and lowered his eyes...he'd always wanted to try being submissive...especially to a saucy redhead. "Yes Ma'am" They went into a shoe store and Kitty chose 3 pairs of high heeled shoes then sat on the bench. She waited. Max collected her choices then came to sit with her. "The floor will do for you Pet." "Yes Mistress." He kneeled at her feet, looked up and had to control his gasp...he could see the most amazing pair of crimson lace panties under the little black dress...his cock hardened at the sight. Kitty held out her foot to Max, "I'm waiting". Max removed the strappy black heel and tried to get a better peek up Kitty's skirt...without getting caught. Her legs looked amazing in those silky nylons...the tops and garter peeping out as she changed legs and offered him her other shoe to remove. She was loving this....such naughty thoughts...what should I do with my pet? Every time she leaned forward the nipple clamps squeezed her tender nipples...sending shocks through her body. She could feel her panties getting moist. He was so close to her crotch he could sense her heat...smell the sweet moisture he was sure was collecting in her lacy panties. He wanted to push her back and burry his head deep in her feminine folds....but he waited...he made a deal and he was going to do as she said.....for now. "Mistress, may I choose a shoe for you to try?" "Yes." He chose the 4 inch spiked heel, slipped her feet into them and rose, holding out his hand for her to stand and try them. Kitty smiled...he chose the pair she had most wanted. The heels were high and made her feel tall, sexy...powerful. "You chose well my pet...you deserve a little reward." She pressed herself against his chest...he could feel the biting nipple clamps through her thin dress. Kitty leaned up and nibbled on his ear, a soft moan escaped her and she pulled back. His cock was throbbing in his jeans. This was killing him...he wanted to reach into her cleavage with his teeth and pull that chain. Her smell was intoxicating. Everything about her was intoxicating...but he must resist. He breathed in her scent as she backed away...whispering a "thank you Mistress." She could feel her sexual power growing...she wanted this pet. She wanted to play with him a bit more first but she would have him tonight... time to move this game along. Kitty left the 4 inch heels on and walked slowly around the store. "What do you think, Pet?" Max smiled and nodded his approval. He swept up the box and took it to the register. He didn't even blink when the clerk gave him the total, $450.00...all he saw was her. She was surprised he had bought her the shoes but she hid it well. She led him out of the store and walked slowly, purposefully in front of him...looking over her shoulder and inviting him to follow. "You know Max, I'm very pleased with you. I think you're ready for more...specific instructions...Are you staying in this hotel?" He nodded. She looked him up and down, licked her lips...leaned her breasts against his arm and whispered... "Show me". "Mistress, may I have just a moment to take care of something first? I promise to be quick." He looked like he was up to something but she let it go. "Yes Pet, you may have 5 minutes." She sat down at a poker machine as he pulled out his phone and stepped away. He couldn't believe his luck. He was going to get her to his room...he wanted it to be perfect. He called the front desk and had a special cart of treats and chilled champagne sent up. He watched her play as he made his arrangements. She was so beautiful. He could almost taste her. And soon...he would. Her nipples were starting to ache from the clamps...she wished she had loosened them. Kitty played without focus, now that he was away from her she began to feel nervous...the energy she was floating on needed Max to stay at its strongest. What was she doing? This was crazy even by her standards...but damn...he was so engaging...she wanted to grab him by the hair and....ohhhhhhhh that's exactly what she would do next. Best to wait until they were alone for that though... She was grinning to herself as he came up behind her and slid his hands down her bare arms. She shivered with excitement. Max leaned in close to her ear and asked "Are you ready Mistress?" Something in his eyes said trust me...she nodded at him and took his arm. He guided them to the elevator banks that would take them to his suite. The doors to the elevator opened and they stepped inside. He chose their floor and sighed with relief that they were alone as the doors closed. She turned on him then, as the doors shut. Her face changed from soft and nervous to sharp and focused. Kitty reached for him and grabbed his long hair...dragging him to her...her lips touched his and paused only a second, then she opened to him and kissed him with savage delight, channelling all her sexual power into that first, deep, wet, kiss. He was stunned for a second but returned her powerful kiss. She was so lost in it that she did not notice he had pressed her against the wall of the elevator until he was gently rubbing her tender nipples through her dress. She froze. Her nipples were so sensitive from the clamps and the lust throbbing through her...she could not catch her breath. She found herself unable to move. She was losing control of her 'slave'. She fought herself to respond and pushed him away. "That's enough Max." He pulled himself back, struggling for control...another few minutes and he would have taken her in the elevator... The elevator stopped at his floor. They looked at each other with that giddy promise...then stepped out. He held her arm as he led her to the suite. He opened the door and pulled her inside. He was pleased to see that the tray had been delivered already. "Max. You are supposed to be my slave..." "I'm sorry Mistress Kitty. What may I do for you now?" Kitty took a deep breath and willed herself to be calm. "I want something from you." She crossed to the lounging chair and sat back....spreading her legs to expose her crimson lace panties. "I am so wet...and my poor little kitty needs your help. Take care of me. Now..." Her voice caught...eyes lowered... "Please." Max looked into her eyes. "Mistress, your wish is my command." He could see the moisture on her panties...smell the sex on her...OH God...he wanted to burry himself in her.... He crossed to her and knelt at her feet. "Kitty I promise to worship you tonight...I will take care of your every need...but I'm afraid I can no longer be your slave...I'm taking over now. Lay back." He handed her a glass of champagne and pressed her back onto the lounge. She was powerless against him...she had to see what he would do. Kitty sipped her champagne and watched Max as he examined her...his gaze slid over her like hot lava...searing her without even a touch. First he slipped off her new shoes and laid them gently on the ground. He started at her feet then touched and licked every inch of her body up to the tops of her stockings. She was on fire...his touch blazing hot trails all over her legs. Her panties were soaked with her juices...he reached skin....his licks turned to sucking...kisses...nibbling ...his fingers dug gently into her flesh...as if he couldn't quite get enough of her. She cried out when he pulled away from her, skin cooling and yearning for his caress. "Don't worry my little Kitty. I am far from done." Max walked over to the tray and began looking at the items on the cart. He selected a chocolate covered strawberry and brought the champagne over to refill her glass. Max held out the fruit to her lips...she took a small bite...then sipped her champagne. He knelt between her legs again...this time intent on reaching the heart of her. Max slid his hands up her thighs, placing a hand on each hip at the waist of her lace panties. In one sudden movement he removed her crimson lace panties...and tossed them aside. She squirmed but did not try to move away. He nestled between her legs, tickling the small soft patch of hair and taking in her scent. His hands reached under the chair and pulled out restraints. He slipped one around each ankle and gently spread her legs wide... "You're so beautiful my Kitty...let me see all of you." He slid her black dress up her body and gently over her head...Kitty lay against the lounge in her crimson lace demi bra, garter and stockings...legs spread, her soaked vagina open and waiting. Max took the rest of the strawberry and gently rubbed the fruit around her labia...melting the chocolate into Kitty's hot sex. Kitty licked her lips and tried not to fight the restraints. Max looked into her eyes and pushed the strawberry gently into Kitty's open pussy. He grinned up at Kitty and sank between her legs to finish off the strawberry. He rubbed her clit as he nibbled the strawberry out of her... Kitty bit her lip and pushed herself forward, pressing her pussy up to Max, desperate for more pressure...more everything. Max grinned but stayed back...not letting her have the satisfaction. Max held himself back...teasing and tickling but not letting her have the satisfaction of full contact. "Kitty, I won't hold back any longer. I need to have you." She moaned as his tongue touched her clit. He slipped a finger into her wet opening...then another...began to slowly fuck her while he sucked on her aching clit. While Max sucked on her clit and fingered her....his other hand snaked up to her bra...reaching for the chain....he pulled gently...tightening the pull of her nipple clams and making her gasp. She'd been wearing them too long and too tight...her nipples were swollen and achingly tender. He pulled away from her clit...still fucking her with his fingers.... "You thought I forgot about those Kitty? You are a very naughty kitten. I've wanted to pull this chain all night." He continued the slow steady fingering...turning his hand over and curling his fingers to reach her G-spot....tap...tap...tapping...a steady rhythm. Kitty moaned and rode his fingers...coming close to orgasm. Max trailed kisses up her stomach to her chest...keeping the steady tapping rhythm on her G-spot. With his free hand he pulled the chain on her clamps a little up and out...spilling her breasts from the demi bra that barely contained them. Her breasts were swelling and her nipples strained against the clamps... Max flicked a finger over one perfect pink nipple, rock hard in the clamp. His touch sent shocks through her breast to the core of her...he leaned in close...pinching one nipple while sucking the other into his hot mouth. The feelings were amazing...she began to cum as the shock of his mouth on her breast sent electric jolts through her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as they continued to tap...he suck hard on the nipple in his mouth...riding out her orgasm. "Good Kitty. That's a start" Max pulled his soaked fingers from her crotch and licked the juices off. "MMM Kitty you taste good enough to eat." Kitty slumped against the lounge back...recovering. Max came over and released her from her restraints. He slipped her heels back on her feet and lead her to the bed. She stood at the end of the King size bed. He came up behind her with a fresh glass of champagne, this time enjoying one himself. "I love the taste of your pleasure mixed with champagne." Kitty managed to blush. Max stood behind her. He bent her gently but firmly over the bed. With the heels she was at a perfect height. Max grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and pulled her back to standing. He released her from her bra...reached around and massaged her breasts...gently releasing the nipple clamps. She sagged against him in relief. Max turned her around and held her for a moment in his arms....then leaned her back and lowered his mouth to her aching nipples. As the blood rushed back to her pink nipples he sucked and squeezed them each in turn. She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg. He laid her down on the bed and stepped back. She watched as he slowly undid his shirt. She sensed that she was not allowed to move...but the sight of him undressing made her ach for his touch...her hand slid over to her crotch...pressing a finger between the folds to rub her clit as she watched. He couldn't believe how sexy she was. There was something about her driving him mad... her hand slipping into her pussy almost undid him. He reached for his button and undid his pants...sliding them down over his briefs...his cock rigid and straining to get out...To get to her...Into her. He loved the stockings and garter...the crimson against her skin...mmmm. But he wanted nothing in the way when he took her. Max stepped out of his briefs and stood looking at her...watching her rub her clit...enjoying the look of intense need on her face. He came towards her...reaching out...she was sure he'd take her hard and fast now....waited for it...longed for it... Max reached around her back and undid her garter. She pouted and squirmed...mad that he had not entered her. He slowly pulled down her stockings...removing her shoes....then replacing them on her bare feet. Max pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face the bed once more. He pushed her face down on the bed...her heels making her the perfect height. Max knelt on the ground at her feet, spreading her legs wide apart and exposing her dripping lips. When he saw her swollen clit he immediately buried his face...sucking and nibbling her lips and clit. He again inserted 2 fingers...slowly fucking her as he sucked her clit. She pushed back on his tongue and fingers...growing desperate to feel his cock inside her. He fucked her harder with his fingers...using her juices he slowly worked a finger into her tight ass... She moaned but did not fight it. All she could think about was how much she needed to feel his hard cock in her... His cock was hard and itching to get into her tight, wet pussy...She tasted amazing...He lapped at her juices and continued to pump his fingers in and out of her body... It was a good thing she was laid on the bed, she didn't have the strength to hold herself up...Kitty began to man and writhe against his hand and mouth. He sensed she was close to her second orgasm...her pussy was clenching around his hand....Max clamped down and sucked on her clit while slipping another finger into her pussy, stretching the tender lips. Kitty bucked against him...overcome by new waves of an intense orgasm... She almost suffocated him, she held onto him so tight....he kept up the pressure until her last wave had passed...then withdrew...allowing her a moment to rest. She couldn't move. Kitty lay where he had left her...totally exhausted...ass and pussy open and exposed. He moved fast. Before she knew it he had entered her ...Pushing his long hard cock all the way to the balls in one movement. She gasped. Her soaked pussy took every inch. He paused, pulsing inside her... What Happens in Vegas It's been a while since we have had some time away. Work, school, kids, money, finally we forced our lives to give us 72 hours to act like adults, all by ourselves. It's not like we had any slowdowns in sex, but there was always a limitation, because of outside influences. Specific windows defined by work and sleep schedules. This doesn't leave much time to relax and explore. We've been to Vegas before, but this time is a little different. We have both given each other a budget of time and money to have a little fun. You've been ordering things online, I know where you got them from, but I don't know what they are. You have a bag packed of stuff. We left early to beat the ridiculous I-15 traffic, and the sun is coming up. You're relaxed with your bare feet up on the dash, like you do to relax. You're wearing loose athletic shorts and a tight black tank top. You're reading a book, and I have Dark Side of the Moon playing. I look at the book and wonder what it's about. You're close enough for me to glance over at the page a little. I catch words about a wet kiss and tearing a skirt, but then you flip the page. "See anything you like? This one is dirtier than most." "Are you sure you read those books for different reasons than I like porn?" "Just because they have sex in them doesn't mean that's why I read them. Sometimes I like porn for the same reasons you do." I decided to be glad that the conversation didn't turn hostile. I knew they are dirty, but when they are 400 pages, with ten pages of sex, it must not be the sex. "Do you get turned on when you read them?" "Sometimes, but usually it's more by the story than the sex." I'm looking at the tattoo on your ankle and your red toenails on the dash. "How about this one?" "Too much violence and emotional trauma. Kills it for me." I move my hand between your legs a little, listening to the sax on "Us and Them". I start rubbing my hand a little on the outside of your shorts. You keep reading. I rub a little, and then start pushing gently where I know your clit is. I push with two fingers, sliding up and down your pussy. You don't move or say anything. I do this for a long time, I wonder if I can get you turned on enough to feel you getting wet on the outside. You move your feet apart a little more. "I like it, but can't you wait until we get there?" "It's not as easy as you make it sound. Parking, the line at the check-in counter, and I know you'll be hungry when we get there." "Just because I'm open to everything doesn't mean I want to give truckers a free show." "Get a blanket." I move my hand inside your shorts, where I can feel you ARE wet. Instead, you lie on your back, with one foot behind my headrest and the other on the floor. "Just watch the road. I don't want Grissom and the CSI team trying to figure out what happened to us." I push inside your panties, and I realize you are wearing a thong. I start rubbing your pussy like I was on the outside. Now you're REALLY wet. And you must have shaved before we left. I slip one finger inside you, and you let out a gasp. I slide in and out, and rub up and down a little too. Then I put in two fingers, and push on your clit with my thumb. You slide up your tank top and pinch your nipples. "How long til we get there?" "Over an hour." I keep fingering you, and you drop your book on the floor. I am pushing into you up to my knuckles. "No one can hear you, you can let it out." You are rubbing you right foot on my cock, I'm trying to concentrate on my driving. You smile a little in spite of yourself, and start moaning out loud. "Oh yeah, fuck me harder." I start jamming you really fast, bumping over your clit in the process. You breathe really fast, and then I feel your cunt muscles clamp onto my hand, and I keep moving them inside you, and push down on your clit. You're completely frozen as you come. As you cool off, I pull my fingers out, you take my hand and lick them off. "I want to do you now." The CD has started over. I have to think for a second, I don't think I can drive while she's blowing me. She points at an exit to a dirt frontage road. "There, pull over." I pull off the freeway, wondering if you plan to do me in the open, but there is an empty dirt road under the overpass, out of sight. I shut off the car and pull your shorts off. I push you back and lick your pussy clean. "I want your cock, now." I sit up, and pull open my belt and work out my cock. You grab it and start jerking me off, I don't know how long I can go like this. You move your head down and cover the head of my cock with your mouth as you keep jacking it. You lick the head, and swirl around it with your tongue. I grab your hair and push your head up and down. You stop, and reach over me and open my door and push me. I get out, and you pull me around to the front of the truck , slide your shorts down to your knees, and lean over with your hands on the hood. I may not be brilliant, but I know what that means. I come behind you, grab your hips and push my cock up into your pussy. I am sliding in and out of you, going faster and faster, and I can tell both of us are trying to stay standing. As I can tell I'm about to come, you're yelling, I slow down and start fucking you so hard I'm bumping your ass and lifting your feet up off the ground. When I come, my knees buckle, and I'm holding onto you as you lean against the truck. You turn to look at me, twisting away from my cock. You turn to me, and say, "I think we should save some for Vegas." I just kiss you hard. We pull our pants up and get back in the truck. We pull into Vegas, and park and check in to the Luxor, I reserved one of the Jacuzzi Suites in the corners of the pyramid. The hot tub is up against the window in white tile. We drop the bags on the bed, and decide to take a shower before we find breakfast. The shower is plenty big for two, and we wash each other off. We throw on summer clothes and go down to the buffet for breakfast. It's a little early for champagne, but hey, we're in Vegas. We go back up to the room and take a nap. We wake up about one in the afternoon. You let me come around slowly, and tell me, "I need you to disappear for a while." I'm not sure what you mean exactly. "Trust me. I'll meet you in the lounge at about four." So I wandered around for a while, I rode the tram to Mandalay Bay and the Excalibur. (The Excalibur lays the themes on a bit thick.) I like being in Vegas, just because it's always sexually charged. Great images of women everywhere, you feel like you're allowed to think dirty things and not feel guilty. I wandered back to the casino, and played nickel slots for a while, and tried to lose slowly. Kind of anticipating what was going to happen, but not having any idea how, I got some water and took a Viagra. I look at my watch, and see it's about time to wait for you, so I wander over to the lounge and sit down, and order a vodka red bull. "Is this seat taken?" I look, because it's your voice, but it's not you. Your eyes are tinted green, your hair is short and black, you have big earrings like something from a Human League video, and lipstick and eye treatment that make you look like a gypsy. You are wearing a slinky black dress, and something from Victoria's Secret which must include the terms 'cleavage' and 'enhancement". Your nails are dark red. Black stockings and heels leave me thinking that I better let you sit down before you get picked up. You look like a fucking black widow spider. I motion for you to sit down, across the table from me. It's funny how you take panty lines for granted until they are missing. "I'm Julie." I notice you aren't wearing a ring. I'm not sure how to play this, but I trust you to be in charge. You reach into your purse, and pull out a pack of Marlboro ultra lights, and my phone buzzes. "You need to get that?" You look at me and smile a little bit. I pull out my phone, and it says there's a text message from you. I read it, "Hey honey, I'm going to the spa, and then I'm going to bed early. Have fun, don't lose too much money. Luv u." "Was that from your wife?" you're looking at my ring, as you light up. "What if it was?" "Well, I was hoping to have some time to get to know you. Do you have some time?" Staring at me, intently waiting for my response. "I have some time. What brings you to Vegas?" I reach for a cigarette. "My husband dragged me here for a convention. Lots for him to do, nothing for me to do. I went to the spa, and I looked around, but I get bored when there's sex everywhere, but I'm not getting any. How about you, what are you here for?" You take a long drag. The waitress comes back, and you order a margarita. "Me and my wife are here for the first vacation we've had in a long time." "Why Vegas? There are lots of places you could go." "Well, I guess, we have been lots of places with the kids, but we wanted to go somewhere where we could be adults for a change, no poses with mascots, no waiting until the kids are asleep and then deciding if we have energy to fool around, being allowed to have some drinks with dinner and not worry about having to drive." "Well, if you're here to have adult fun, where is your wife? Was she thinking the same thing you were?" You're still smiling a little bit. "I think she's just tired tonight. She deserves a break." "Tell me about her." "Did you come over to me to hear about her?" "I just want to see if she gives you what you need, and I should walk away, or if there's something missing, and I should stay." I feel your toes running up my leg under the table. I'm glad there's a long cloth. The waitress drops off your drink. "My wife is great. She takes care of my kids, she backed me up through school, she.." "Not like that. I know she's a good mom, that's why you're married. I want to know if she takes care of you as a man." "Well, this conversation seems a bit one sided. I'm telling you about her, but you aren't telling me about your man." You smile a little, like I surprised you. "Well, I'll put it this way. Coming to Vegas, I was sure he would get laid. I was also sure I won't." You take a drink. "Why are you still with him?" "Well, when I was rather young, I found a man who would make sure I was always flush with cash. I never worried about anything else. As I got older, I've found that I've become more focused on sex. He didn't grow with me. I've always known he orders out for burgers, but I wasn't worried, until I realized I wasn't getting all I need out of it." "Should I be worried?" You laugh a little. "No. I'm sure he's looking at a different pair of tits tonight. I think I finally realized, he wants me to live too." "He's an idiot. If I had yours to look at, I wouldn't be out looking." "Which brings me back to your wife. Does she always satisfy you every time, in every way?" You are pushing your foot between my legs, and your toes are looking for my cock. "Yes." "I don't believe it. If that were true, you wouldn't still be here." You're rubbing up and down my cock now. "Well, I'll let you know, today she let me fuck her out in the open against my truck. She couldn't wait until we got here." "But you're down here, and she's not. Is she going to bed early?" "What is it you think you can do that she can't?" "There's only one way to find out. Of course, if you think that you have a better shot at getting laid tonight, you can go wait for her to be done with,.....whatever it is she's doing." You look at me and wait. "If you're not going to fuck me tonight, let me know, so I can go find someone who will. Do you think that would be hard?" You push on my cock as you say 'hard'. I leave some cash on the table and we both get up and leave. "Follow me." I wake your hand, and let you walk in front of me. You don't walk towards the elevator to our room, you walk to the front entrance, and turn towards the tower rooms. "You're sure that your husband won't bother us?" "Oh yes. We're at another hotel. In separate rooms." We ride the elevator up a long ways, and get out on a floor that must be near the top. I follow you down the hall to a door, where you pause, and look at me. "If this isn't what you want, say so now. If you come in here, I don't want your prick to be thinking of someone else. Are you ok?" I just nod. "Ok, here goes." You insert your card key, and lead me in. There is champagne on ice, and candles burning all around the room. I close the door. You lead me to the near bed, and motion for me to sit. You open the champagne, and pour us both a glass. "Relax. Don't move, and I'll be back." You disappear into the bathroom. Through the opaque glass along the top, I see you getting undressed. I was wrong. Victoria's Secret isn't this dirty. Crotchless lace hose, and a bra that probably doesn't weigh an ounce, with your nipples poking out over the top. Shaved clean and waxed. She picked up her glass and sat next to me. "Do you like what you see?" I realize for a second that I have forgotten it is you. I'm looking at this hot bitch, and hoping to God that you will never find out. She leans over and kissed my neck, and starts licking up to my ear. She smells like some perfume that makes me think about an orgy. I turn to kiss her, and she opens her mouth like she is trying to eat me. She unbuttons my shirt, and pushes it off. As she kisses me, she continues to rub my crotch hard. I lift her so she sitting over me, facing me, looking down while she kisses. I move to unhook her bra, but she pushes my hand away. "You need to wait. There is more to this than that." She stands me up, and pulls away the blankets on the bed. There are Velcro restraints lying flat and prepositioned. She finishes undressing me, and eases me to lay on my back. My cock is rock hard and twitching. She makes a show of pushing her tits in my face, and showing me her ass when she binds my ankles. "You took the bait, now you have to go all the way." She puts the blindfold on me. "Relax and enjoy." I feel her get on the bed, sitting over me to let me lick her pussy. I lick all up and down and around her clit. She leaned over me and grabbed my cock, jacking me while I lick her, and push my tongue in and out. She puts some lube on my cock and starts jacking me off with both hands. "Fuck me with your tongue, lick my ass." I swirled my tongue around her anus, and she ground her crotch into my mouth. As she came, she squeezed my cock and jacked me harder. She bent over and licked my balls, and I felt the tip of her tongue flicking my asshole. She slid her wet pussy down my belly and pushed down onto my cock and started fucking me, while I felt her feet alongside my ass, slowly sliding her cunt all up and down my cock, almost off the tip, but then back down again, and leaned over and rested her hands on my legs. She fucked me until I heard and felt her come again, squeezing my cock in her cunt. Then I felt someone else get on the bed next to us. This was all fun and games up to now, I really had no idea what was going on. I felt myself pull against the restraints, but decided to wait a second to see what happened. They moved along both sides of me, and I felt someone with long hair start sucking my cock. The other one started nibbling my right nipple, and swirling it with her tongue. I started shivering a little, they stopped, and a strange female voice said, "You were tight, that really DOES drive him crazy." Jill lifted up her head from my cock and laughed. The strange woman started kissing me, and I kissed back, she sucked on my mouth and licked my neck and ears, she tasted like champagne and cigarettes. Then she went down and started licking my balls while Jill was sucking my cock. Then they started licking my cock like twin girls on an ice cream cone. Then someone pulled the blindfold off. There was a gorgeous Asian woman in matching black lace bra and panties licking my cock. "Her name is Lori. Do you like her?" All I can do is nod my head. "I think I do too." Jill crawls around behind her, and pulls the panties to the side, and licks her pussy, pushing her tongue in and out. Lori is swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, and jacking me off. I look at Jill, she is tonguing her pussy and ass, and fingering her own pussy. Lori sits up, and pulls her panties off, and pushes her pussy down on my cock, facing me. Jill moves around behind her, and takes her bra off. Lori is sliding up and down on my cock, and Jill is pinching her nipple with one hand, and playing with her clit with the other. As she moves up and down, Jill is licking and kissing her back and neck. Lori has very dark lipstick and nails, and I can't take my eyes off her. Lori twists around to kiss Jill, and Jill squeezes both her tits in her hands. They are perfectly round, fake, and perfect. Jill says, "Ok, let him go." Lori leaned over and took off the wrist straps, and Jill let my feet go. Jill laid back on the bed with her legs open, and Lori attacked her pussy. I got behind Lori, and continued fucking her from behind. I watched her, licking Jill, looking up into her eyes, while Jill looked back down. Lori was sucking and nibbling her clit, and fingering her pussy. I licked my fingers, and started playing with Lori's ass, I put a fingertip in, and twisted around. She groaned, and started pushing back into me harder. Jill let go of her own nipples and reached down and pinched Lori's. Lori leaned down and devoured her pussy. I fucked her with slow hard strokes, pulling out slowly and pushing back in hard, faster and faster, until she pulled back with her mouth open like she was screaming, but only a whimper came out. Then she pulled off my cock, and both of them crawled over to my cock, and were licking it, looking up at me. Jill knew I was ready to come, and started jacking me off hard, Lori moved her mouth over to the front, open with her tongue out. I held on, but it was no use, I felt myself come so hard, it was like fire through my whole lower body. Lori was licking me as I came, and Jill pushed in to kiss her and lick her face. I had one more spasm and hit them both. I sat there with my hands on both their heads, as they licked off each other's faces. I gazed down, looking at their perfect backs and asses, wanting time to freeze right here forever. All three of us lay back on the bed, with me in the middle, and had a cigarette. "So, where did you come from?" I asked Lori, lying behind me. "Jill found me online a few months ago. We were talking about fantasies, and she was ready to hire an escort for the job, but she told me enough about both of you that I decided I could trust you both. So Jill set this up, had me rent this room, and had me wait behind the other bed." "Yes, apparently Jill can be a crafty bitch when she puts her mind to it." Jill smiled and kissed me. "So, what happens now?" Lori said, "Well, let's just say this has to stay secret. Jill told me we wouldn't be bringing each other home. All of us want it to Stay In Vegas." That made sense. So, we relaxed a while, put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door, slept in until eleven, and woke up and made out together for a while. Lori and Jill took a shower together, and made a point to wash each other very seductively. We took our time getting dressed to go out for the day. Lori pulled us close and kissed me first, then Jill, slow and hard. "I have to go. My cover story is only good for a few more hours. I have to fly back to L.A. and be at a friend's house in a few hours. But this was fun, and I could come to Vegas again next year." So we said our goodbyes, and me and Jill went back to our room, and changed to normal daytime person clothes. We went down to the café and ordered a late breakfast, since we were both starving. "So, how long ago did you plan that one out?" What Happens in Vegas "About six weeks ago." "You completely knocked me over, I would have bet anyone a hundred bucks you couldn't go through with any of that." "Let's just say it's a good thing there was alcohol involved, and I let the role-play do the thinking so I didn't have to." "Well it was still so good you had me slipping in and out of reality. I didn't know what to think or do." "As long as you remember I am the craftiest bitch you will ever know." She winked at me and rubbed her foot on me under the table. * Thank you so much for reading, if you would like to give us feedback, please contact us via the CONTACT tab on our profile.