****** Viva Las Vegas: Making Things Clear by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Viva Las Vegas: Making Things Clear


The three stories under the title "Viva Las Vegas" were inspired by a
conversation with a friend of mine, several e-mails I have received from
readers of the "Mark and Chris" series, as well as my other stories, and a
personal trip to Las Vegas. All the events portrayed are purely fictional.

Story contains. Enjoy.

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Gayle slipped of her shoes, and sat down in the easy chair that faced the
window. Her long brown hair fell around her face, as she closed her deep blue
eyes, trying to relax. Outside, the lights of the famous strip glared up at
her, as thousands, upon thousand of tourists moved along in huge throbs of
bodies, trying to find the one table where they would bust the bank.

She rubbed her temples, as the last two days flooded over her. Who would hold a
convention in Las Vegas? Her husband's company. From all over the world, the
men and women that made the international logistics company work had come
together at the Luxor, filling rooms of the glass pyramid, and meeting hour
after hour, working on ways to turn their millions into more millions. It would
appear that female executives did not have the urge to drag their spouses
everywhere, unlike male ones. She was not the only wife who had gotten bored of
wandering Vegas while her husband was in meetings.

She got up, and looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered, which 43 year
old woman did not? But there was nothing wrong with her. She worked out 4 times
a week, and ran 10k races for fun. Her long legs where just as shapely as they
had been in her college cheer leading days at Ole Miss, and her 36D breasts
where still firm and full. She was sure if her husband had a sex drive, he
would still want her...

He had promised her to spend time with her, so far only hollow words. He was to
tired by the time he got out of his meetings. Typical...

A knock at the door tore her out of her revelry, and she got up, walking over,
and peeping out. It was Ken Griffin, one of her husband's fellow execs. He was
a tall black man, with deep dark skin, matching his smooth chocolate eyes, with
big, strong hands, and a bald head. She opened the door, and smiled at him. A
was a nice young man, very aggressive in the company she heard, but always
polite, always well dressed, always ready with a joke, and a good dancer, as
she had learned last night.

"I'm sorry Ken, but Simon is not here."

"I did not come to see Simon. I need to talk to you." He pushed her into the
room rather roughly, and pointed towards the seat she had just seconds before
been sitting in.

"Sit." She did as told, and watched as he paced the room, appearing caged,
almost nervous, but with a energy sparkling in him. He appeared tall from where
she was sitting, even more so then normally.

"Gayle, you are well aware of the fact that Mr. Wallace will be retiring at the
end of the year. Now, since he is Simon and my direct supervisor, one of the
two of us will be slated to take his post. This means a substantial increase in
prestige and power." He turned, facing her, his face set and hard.

"I want that position. And I shall have it." He began pacing again.

"Now, I have had a friend of mine break into the company computers, and check
the file that Wallace is keeping on who should replace him. I am slightly ahead
of your husband on the "running total," Wallace words, not mine, that he keeps
between the two of us. It would appear that I work more hours a week, something
he values, and that I am more aggressive. I'm also younger. But your husband
has experience, contacts, and is less likely to leave the company if somebody
makes him a offer. That might be enough to sway it his way. I can't allow
that." He stopped again, and stared at the woman.

Gayle shrank back into the chair, involuntarily, almost feeling assaulted by
his eyes.

"So, I have but one choice."

"And what does all this have to do with me?" It was the only thing she could
think of saying, he was talking so fast, and all this made no sense.

"I will have to fuck you, Gayle. I will hold it over your husband's head, and
he will give me the position." He looked at her, no malice in his voice, no
aggression in his body language. Simply stating facts.

"I WILL NOT!" She sounded indignant, upset, as she pushed up out of her chair,
but he simply pushed her down again with a flick of his wrist.

"I have something for you." He pulled a envelope out of his suit jacket, and
tossed it onto the small table next to her.

As if in trance, she opened it, and stared at the pictures. It wasn't as bad as
she had first thought it would be. Some of them where of her husband in...not
good situations, but not having sex with other women. As long as you said
"eating ain't cheating." He never ate her, she realized. The others bothered
her more. She had never used drugs, but she knew that if there was a white
substance, a straw, and a nose, it was cocaine. The cigarette looking things
she took for joints. She even recognized the setting. The executive cruise, all
of the departments top people, on a "leadership exercise," sailing around the
gulf of Mexico for a week, to build "team spirit."

"Why aren't you in any of the pictures?"

"I know how to sail, so I was always the sober and clean one, so that in the
event of a storm, I could keep control of the boat. So I had free time to take
all those pictures."

"Please..."

Ken kneeled before her, taking her feet in his hands, and slowly massaging
them. She exhaled, and leaned back into her chair, letting it all wash over
her, relaxing.

"Gayle, I do not mean to hurt you." He was coming closer, his strong scent
overpowering her, his hot breathe on her ear now.

"I need you, and you need me. I know you do. I can feel it." His teeth closed
down on her earlobe, gently, then his lips moved down, kissing her neck, moving
down, across her cleavage, and up, until finally their lips meet.

Gayle was in a trance, not realizing what was happening, until their tongues
meet.

"I can't let you do this...," her voice was weak, but there was still
resistance there. He picked her up, and dropped her on the bed. She simply
looked up at him, as he dropped his coat over the back of a chair, and opened
his shirt. A strong, muscular torso was revealed, along with powerful arms, as
he spread them out like a bird taking flight. The light from the window behind
him washed over him, and she moaned, her body screaming for him, her mind
begging no.

He leaned down, starting at her feet, kissing his way up. His hands where ahead
of his head, one hand holding her down, the other ripping away her panties. She
cried out, trying to get away, as his tongue reached her pussy. He had a large,
flexible, and very strong tongue, she learned immediately, as he began to lick
her pussy, flicking across her shaven lips, teasing in and out of her cunt, and
finally finding her clit. He caressed it, wrapped it in his tongue, and
squeezed it, before moving on to her labia, then returning to her lips, and
starting the cycle over. Everything washed over her. She could feel his heat,
smell his scent, hear his breathing, feel his hands all over her body,
undressing her, stripping her off her defense. Deep inside, a battle raged, as
she wanted more, and wanted him to STOP, all at the SAME TIME!

All she could do was moan, as her blouse feel away, her bra was thrown clear,
and big strong hands massaged, caressed, and cupped her breasts. Her nipples
where flicked, pinched, squeezed and rubbed, as his tongue continued to flick
across her clit. She was breathing faster now. It had been a long time since
Simon had taken the time to do this right. She could feel herself spread out by
his tongue, it was amazing! Her pulse quickened, as he worked faster, faster,
faster, driving her higher, higher, higher! She tried to hold back, the part of
her that said no winning for just a second, don't give him the satisfaction,
but all it did was delay the inevitable, as well as build it up stronger. She
came like the breaking of a long awaited storm, screaming like thunder, her
body spasming like lighting. She shook under his hands, as they played her
breasts like a piano, his tongue never stopping. Her clit convulsed for his
tongue, until he finally slowed down, letting her down, and coming over her.

Gayle moaned, and looked up at him. Their lips meet, and they kissed, gently
tenderly. Her hands ran down his body, and she realized that he had slipped out
of his pants. Her hands took hold of his cock, the largest she had ever felt.
It was thick, throbbing in her hand, and she could almost feel the power it
radiated. And it seemed to be attracted right to her wet, dripping cunt.
Without thinking about it, she guided him into her, until their hips where
pressing against each other.

His breath was back, that heat on her skin, that soft, sultry voice in her
ear...

"You want it Gayle..."

"Ohhhh god, yes I do!" She cried out, her arms wrapping around the large black
man, as he began to fuck her. His pace was strong, fast, and controlled. Each
thrust seemed to push her higher again. He was breathing hard, his eyes looking
at her, his lips all over her neck, lips, and forehead. It seemed that with
each drive into her, he took a little piece of her, like breaking down a wall,
that kept her from something.

It came suddenly, almost like a flash of light in darkness, as she came again.
The second wave of cum wasn't as strong as the first, but it lasted longer, and
shook her harder, almost to the core. He slowed down, stopped slowly, and
slipped out of her, leaving her almost feeling empty.

"Don't you want to..."

"Shhhhh." He put a finger to her lips, his lips moving down her body, crossing
her nipples, sucking them, nibbling on them, flicking them with his tongue. He
moved down, and she arched her chest up to him, like a offering to a god, as
his wet lips kissed every inch of her soft skin, whispering to her how
beautiful she was, how much she turned him on, how much he had wanted her ever
since laying eyes on her. His tongue moved through her ass, and she gasped,
then moaned, as it slid in and out. She lay on her stomach, legs bent at the
knee, as he ate her out from behind. Her ass was jacked up, as he licked first
her pussy, then her ass, moving back and forth, going faster, faster, faster!

His hands moved all over her body, she felt as if a hundred of them where
touching her, eyes closed, enjoying the attention she had needed for so long.
It felt so good! Finally she could take it no more, let herself go, feeling as
if she where adrift in a ocean, the water crashing over her suddenly and
quickly, wave after wave, each one shaking her to her soul, orgasm after orgasm
shooting through her.

"Ohhhh, Ken.... Uhmmmm! The things you do to me..."

"You need them, my dear." Sitting up, he pulled her up to him. Gayle got on her
knees, trying to turn around, as he leaned up against the head board, but he
would not let her. She stayed on her knees, as he pulled her up against him,
her ass rubbing against his washboard abs. Reaching down, he spanked her once,
his hard cock rubbing between her legs. She moaned, as his hand took control of
her, his cock rubbing between her lips, teasing her. She was delirious,
everything was to much, to fast, as all of a sudden he lifted her up, and
impaled her on his hard cock. His hips began to bounce her, fucking up into
her, driving her crazy. She realized she could control the pace, since she was
kneeling, but she did not want to! He noticed that as well, the fact that she
let him have control...wanted him to have it.

Each thrust was like the piston in a high performance engine, the finish
stretch in a race, and just as they passed the finish line, she came again.

His breathing was even more labored this time, but he held back, stopping
himself, and slowing down. This pushed her over again, as her eyes rolled back
in her head, and another orgasm washed over her. She moaned out, and then
collapsed on the bed.

"I really..."

"Shhhh." His finger again, as he stood up, and looked down at her. She curled
up into a fetal ball, purring, before standing up on unsteady legs.

"Why don't..." Again came the finger, as he pushed her back into the chair. He
again kneeled before her, pushing her legs up over the armrest.

"Ohh, god, please stop!" But he didn't. He dug in like famished, eating her
pussy over, over, over, driving his tongue in her ass, her pussy, licking her
out, drinking her sweet nectar, sucking on her clit, licking it, sucking it,
nibbling it, licking her lips, nibbling them as well, driving in and out,
fucking her with his tongue. Gayle tried to stop him, push him away, but her
legs wanted to wrap around him, a mind of their own, as her hands still obeyed
her, but only getting in her own way. Her legs where stronger anyway.

He kept going, licking, sucking, nibbling, his hands playing with her breasts
and ass, driving her crazy. She cried, moaned, screamed, gasped, tears rolling
down her face as it became to much. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her,
driving her crazy, making her scream for more, and beg for mercy. But he
ignored her, eating, licking, taking what he wanted, what deep inside, she
wanted. He just kept going, going, going, wave after wave of orgasm shaking
her, until she finally just locked up, her body wracked by muscle spasms,
fireworks behind her eyes, as they rolled back in her head.

He slowed down, then stopped, and once again stood before her. She looked up at
him, breathing hard, trying to regain her composure, her control, ANYTHING! It
did not work. She was gasping for air as he pulled her up.

Their lips meet, and slowly, gently, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, then
drew it back, her tongue following. They stood there, him sucking on her
tongue, his hands gently caressing and holding her, she unable to resist,
letting him have his will.

Their kiss broke, and she realized she was bent over the table. Her legs spread
willingly, as he slowly entered her from behind. She moaned the second his big
cock passed her lips. It was to much! Her battered, sore clit begged for a
break, as he slowly, yet strongly pushed his cock deep into her, again, again,
again.

She moaned out, as her clit just gave up, the tender, on fire skin of her pussy
spasming one more time, and shooting up her spine, like a wave of heat
radiating in her body.

"Ohhhhhh GOD!" She closed her eyes, enjoying a sensation she had never felt,
laying on the desk, his cock buried in her, until she realized that she was
being picked up.

Using nothing but his massive upper body strength, he picked her up, his cock
still buried in her, and laid her on the bed. Withdrawing slowly, he gently
rolled her over. His lips repeated their voyage, kissing every inch of her soft
skin, letting her breathe, as he worshipped her body. He ended up kneeling
between her legs, which he kissed again, as he slowly pulled them up over his
shoulders. She was to weak to resist, as he held her down gently with one hand,
the other sliding underneath her spanked ass. Two large black fingers slipped
into her, and spread her out. She moaned out.

Her ass was wet, from her juices running into it, as well as his tongue, and it
spread easy. Moving slowly, he pushed himself into her.

Gayle moaned, a long, low tone emerging from her lungs, until his hips where
pressed against her ass. Their eyes locked, as he began to slowly, slowly, pump
in and out. Each retraction almost pulled him all the way out, then he pushed
back in, filling her all the way. Each time his body pressed forward, waves of
air where pushed ahead of him, blowing across her sore pussy. She grabbed the
sheets, twisting them in her grip, reached up, and scratched her lover, who
only moaned and breathed heavy, her nails leaving marks on his dark skin, her
white hands contrasting so sharply. She looked down, and could see where his
black cock was plowing into her ass. It was to much. She came again, squeezing
her ass down on him. He cried out, pushing himself all the way into her.
Pulling back, he arched his back, slamming into her as hard as he could.
Roaring like a lion, he exploded in her ass. Torrents of stored up, pent up,
built up cum shot forward, filling her ass, splashing of her insides, the heat
racing into her like sweet poison.

She cried out as he mashed into her, her body shaking again, then lay silent.
He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her, and picked her up. A low, loud
moan escaped Gayle's lips, as he stood up, impaling her on his cock. Her legs
wrapped around his waist, as they walked into the bathroom, where he slowly
separated her from him, the hot water of the shower splashing down over them.

They washed each other, no words being spoken, each hand taking turns rubbing
soap over the others body, then rinsing it, and having the favor returned. He
got on his knees before her, and washed her ass and cunt, taking his time,
slowly, with his fingers, making her cum again.

She did the same for him, getting on her knees, and thoroughly washing his
cock, soaping up the shaft, and rubbing it with her hands, gently. She watched
as the water ran of the tick cock, as it grew hard, pointing at her.

As if in trance, she opened her lips, and took it into her mouth. It was so
large! Taking it all the way into the back of her throat, she swallowed, moving
her lips around it, licking the shaft like a lollipop, sucking on it like a
child on a mother's nipple.

Moving up and down, she tongued it, taking a hold of it, squeezing his balls,
and fucking her own mouth with the massive rod. She saw his eyes squeezed shut
one hand pressing on the wall, the other running through her hair.

She took her time, licking, sucking, moving up and down, taking a break and
licking his balls, before going back to work on his cock.

Finally he could hold back no more, pressing it into the back of her throat,
and cumming into her mouth with a long spurt. Another, another followed, she
swallowed them all.

Moaning out, she squeezed her clit, cumming immediately, as he shot into her
mouth. He helped her up, and they kissed again, sharing his cum back and forth,
until she swallowed it, and moaned out. He washed her again, then the stepped
out, and dried each other. Laying on the bed, she blow dried her hair as he got
dressed, looking at her with a satisfied look.

"I'll help you...under one condition."

"And that is?"

"When do I see you again?"

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