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A Week In Las Vegas
by V (address withheld)
***
A typical week in the life of a paid companion living
in the greatest city in the world. Filled with my
adventures both with my client and in promoting the
'Vegas' way of life to unsuspecting tourists. (MF, FF,
exh, oral, anal)
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Prologue
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This was a pretty typical week for me. Other than the
show of course. That was simply incredible and I am
still amazed by it. The rest was just another week in
the greatest city in the world.
Chapter 1
The card read:
I have lost a bet.
My punishment is to allow you free access to my
body for the next 3 minutes.
You may touch me anywhere and do anything you like.
There are 3 rules:
1 -You may not inflict any pain
2 - My clothes must stay on
3 - I must take a picture of your hands fondling my
breasts as proof.
I love the look in their eyes as they read the card.
First mistrust (is this a trick?), then a slowly
dawning awareness, followed by incredulity (how can I
be so lucky) and finally lust. I showed him the
stopwatch and the camera and asked him if he agreed. He
nodded eagerly. I clicked the stopwatch, then leaned
back against the wall and arched my back waiting to see
what he would do. The first few seconds were always
delicious, what would this stranger do, how would my
body react? A million thoughts ran through my head as I
waited for him to act.
He reached for my breasts, and then hesitated, social
pressures at war with desire. I helped him by grabbing
his hands and leading them to my breasts. Once he made
contact the hesitation was lost and he eagerly began
squeezing as if they were a milking machine.
After thirty seconds it was apparent he was a breast
man. So engrossed with my nipples he had forgotten the
rest of my body. Usually guys felt me up, sliding their
hands down inside my thong to play with my pussy or my
ass. Very few men are really aggressive though. In all
the times I have done this, only three took full
advantage of me, pushing aside my thong and ramming
their cocks into me.
It's a pity really as I wore an especially nice red-
lace thong today. I contemplated taking it off and
giving it to him as a souvenir. The thought of walking
home in my miniskirt with nothing underneath gave me a
little shiver of anticipation. If a wind came up there
would be no way to hide my lack of underwear.
I returned my attention to my ravager, a middle-aged
oriental tourist, the ever-present camera hanging from
his neck. He was not much of a ravager and appeared
content to simply massage my nipples through my blouse
for the entire three minutes. Boring.
The camera reminded me of my duties, "Wait," I said.
He pulled his hands back as if they were burning and
looked ready to run, so I grabbed hold of his arm and
pointed at the camera, "I need a picture."
He nodded and then his eyes almost popped out of their
sockets as I lifted my blouse, exposing my breasts to
the hot sun. I waited until his fingers were pinching
my nipples and then snapped a picture. After all, I am
proud of my breasts, I have worked hard on my body and
there is no sense taking a photo of his hands covering
them up!
"One minute," I said, looking at the stopwatch.
His hands calmed down a bit. Instead of kneading me
like bread dough they became more delicate and my
sensitive nipples responded. It was pretty obvious he
was not going to do anything by himself so I decided to
make his last minute a bit more exciting. I grabbed his
hands and placed them on my ass, lifting my miniskirt
to give him full access. Then I pulled his mouth down
to my nipple. He started sucking on my nipple while
massaging my ass. It felt good, and the thought of
being discovered like this gave me an extra thrill.
"Thirty seconds," I told him but he didn't respond. His
eyes were closed and he appeared to be almost in a
trance.
"What's going on here?" The harsh voice sounded
unnecessarily loud.
My ravager jumped back, took a startled look at me and
fled. His camera swinging as he rounded the corner,
heading for the street.
Not bothering to straighten up, I looked over at the
security guards. "Hi guys, thanks for saving me from
that attacker." I must have presented quite a site with
my blouse pulled up showing my breasts to the sun and
my dress up around my waist.
"Oh, it's only you Vanessa," one of them said, putting
his stick back in his belt loop.
"Who is she?" asked the second guard.
"Vanessa plays this little game a lot," the guard
responded, then turned back to me. "Beat it, before we
run you in for public nudity."
These two gave me an idea, perhaps I could have a bit
more fun today. "But how can I ever thank you," I
murmured, swaying toward them. "Who knows what he would
have done to me." In my most seductive way, I traced my
finger down his chest and across his cock. It swelled
visibly under my light touch. He hesitated and I
decided to push the situation and see how far I could
take it.
"God, you rock-hard security men turn me on," I
breathed, watching them stiffen at the compliment, "I
am so tired of soft pudgy tourists."
That did it. My obvious desire and recognition of their
physique broke down their reluctance. The first one
grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back to the side
of the building. "Keep watch," he said to the other.
I sank down on my knees and reached for his pants. His
cock was already hard when I fished it out. It was an
average sized cock but I played it up for him, cooing
and ahh'ing over it before taking it into my mouth.
I just love giving head. I know there are some
repressed women who think it's somehow evil, but to me
it is an incredibly sensual act. With a mans cock in my
mouth I feel like it is my proper place in the
universe. It doesn't matter if you are a slut or a
queen, when you are on your knees sucking on a cock you
are all woman. Giving pleasure is a wonderful feeling
for a woman. My hands can give him pleasure, but I
don't have the same connection. My pussy can give him
incredible pleasure and the nerves ensure I enjoy it as
well, but when he is in my mouth I feel a special
connection, like savoring fine wine. The feel of his
velvety head, watching his unconscious reactions, the
taste of his cum, it is all an incredible turn on.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself but I could tell it
would not be for long. Probably he had not had any
recently or perhaps the sight of a semi-nude woman on
her knees was too much for him. In any case, he was
about to cum when the radio on his hip squawked.
"Johnson, where the hell are you!"
He stiffened and reached for the radio, looking at me
with a warning glance. I winked at him and slowed down
a little.
"Just checking on a disturbance."
"Well get back on patrol."
"Yes sir!"
He turned it off and looked down at me. I knew what he
wanted and intensified my action, pumping his cock in
and out while rubbing my tongue on the head. Within a
few seconds I was rewarded by it swelling up and his
body stiffening.
This was my favorite part. The moment of truth, when I
get the reward I have worked so hard for. I pulled back
so I could watch it and opened my mouth. His cum shot
out in a thick ropey strand and splashed against my
teeth. Another and then a third weaker shot. I took his
cock back into my mouth and sucked while he dribbled
out a few more weak squirts. The taste was sensational,
nothing else tastes like cum and I sighed my pleasure,
enjoying the moment.
He made a movement to pull away and I quickly licked
his softening cock clean, and then stood up. We both
straightened our clothing.
"Now I don't want to catch you around here anymore," he
said with mock severity.
"Yes, Johnson," I said meekly, trying to look like a
truant schoolgirl.
He winked at me then walked back to his partner and
pulled him away.
"Who is she?" the partner asked as they walked across
the grass.
"She gets off on having sex in public, does it all the
time."
"A nympho?"
I barely heard Johnson reply of, "probably," before
they rounded the corner and were gone. Actually he was
incorrect. While I do enjoy the thrill of having sex in
public, I am not a nymphomaniac.
I do it because I love Las Vegas.
Let me explain. I was born and grew up in Vegas. I have
been to other cities but they are pale and tame in
comparison. Las Vegas is the excitement capital of the
world, as evidenced by the millions of people that come
here each year. They come for two things, gambling and
sex. I love my town. I think Vegas is the best place in
the world and I try to do my part to help its
reputation.
Take that oriental tourist for example. He will go home
and tell the story of today's activities. At first no
one will believe him but since it really did happen,
eventually they will realize he was telling the truth.
As the story is told and retold, it will inevitably
grow and I will become the most beautiful woman in the
world and that we had sex twenty times on the street
with other women ripping their clothes off and joining
in. The story will spread out and when other people are
deciding where to go for their vacation, they will
remember that story of Vegas. My three minutes of fun
will bring in untold numbers of new tourists to my
city.
Besides, it really is fun! I work hard on keeping my
body in shape and I love showing it off. Coming up with
acceptable ways to expose myself is always a challenge
though. I invented the 'lost a bet' angle after people
refused to participate, thinking it was a police sting.
They believe it easily after reading the card and I get
to have some innocent fun.
My screen saver has hundreds of shots of hands on my
breasts and I feel that I am really doing my part to
promote Vegas. Watching their reactions as I expose
myself is such a turn-on, even more so is letting the
people play with my body. Most men these days have had
so few sexual partners that I am like a bolt out of
heaven for them, which is always good for a girl's
self-esteem!
Chapter 2
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The fun is over for now. I have to get ready for work.
You see, I am a high-priced companion. I am NOT a
hooker or call-girl or exotic dancer, I am a companion.
When high-rollers come into town and need a woman
hanging on their arm, they call me. I make it clear
that sex is not part of the deal. After all, a girl can
be arrested for unlicensed prostitution, even in Vegas.
I stay far away from cheap sex with visiting clients.
There are plenty of women ready to demean themselves
like that. I am a high-priced companion.
The challenge of course is that without the sex, how do
I justify my high prices? I do it by differentiating
from other companions. High end clients want someone
they know will not embarrass them in public. They
usually can get plenty of sex - money attracts women
like nothing else - but are leery of being in the
public eye.
When my clients arrive they are met by not only a
polished, beautiful woman but also an intelligent one.
My service runs background checks not only on my
clients but also the industry they are in and current
news. Thus my clients get someone they can talk to, who
can be an active participant and they can rely on me
not to make a public mistake.
My client for the week was Jake. A bigwig in the
concrete business, he was in town for two days for a
series of meetings. He asked for my services as he
wanted someone to attend the requisite social functions
with. My service reported that he was not abusive or
nasty, just a hard worker who had abandoned virtually
everything nonessential (including a family) to get
ahead. Tonight was the introductory cocktail party. His
correspondence informed me he wanted me to look
impressive but not trashy.
I opted for a slinky black satin number that gathered
at a jeweled waist. The deep plunge of the neckline
showed off my cleavage and a little artful makeup made
it look deeper than it was. The thin material showed
off my dancers' body to its fullest advantage.
The dress went to the floor so I decided not to bother
with garters and hose, my little red thong was all I
needed underneath it all. A modest necklace and
earrings rounded out the ensemble. I did not want to be
gaudy, but the companion of a bigwig should be sporting
some sparklers. A quick trip to the salon to get my
hair put up and I was ready.
When I arrived at his suite, he was pacing in obvious
agitation. "Dammit woman, for the money I am paying
you, you could at least be on time."
This was the most critical moment of my job. I had to
set the ground rules without pissing him off so much he
canceled the job. I swept into the room, holding out my
gloved hand and gave him my best smile. "Jake, it is a
real pleasure to meet you. My name is Vanessa. Sorry to
make you wait, but you know how it is with us women."
It worked. The moment passed and his anger deflated. He
squeezed my hand for an instant, then stepped back and
eyed me critically. "Well, you're as pretty as they
told me you would be."
It's always nice to hear a sincere complement, even if
the delivery was a bit rough. I batted my eyelashes at
him, "Why, thank you. But I am confused. I was told
that you were an ugly seventy year old man instead of a
young handsome one."
He chuckled and with the ice broken we talked for a few
more minutes during which I impressed him with my
knowledge of the concrete business, his competitors and
the issues they were facing. He gradually relaxed
around me and before long we headed for the cocktail
party arm in arm. The party itself was boring as most
cocktail parties are.
I played the dutiful companion, always at his elbow,
always with a quick witty reply to any comments
directed my way. The bar was free, the drinks were
flowing and everyone was getting sloshed. Everyone
except me of course, I am very careful with my alcohol
when I am working.
By the end of the night, Jake was so drunk he could
hardly stand. Standing sloppily, he was losing focus
and mumbling. He looked like he was about to pass out.
It was time to do something to prevent any
embarrassment. With a few words of apology to the
others still conscious, I half-carried him back to his
suite. He collapsed into bed, clothes and all. Sighing,
I pulled off his shoes and tried to tuck him in. The
action woke him and he looked up at me blearily.
"Come on Vanessa," he slurred, "come to bed, I have a
hard-on fer you."
"Now, now, Jake. Remember the terms of our agreement.
No sex."
"Spoilsport," he mumbled.
"Here, take this hangover pill," I offered him the pill
but he turned aside.
"Nope, not until you show me your titties."
"Come on Jake, you know you need this pill. Without it
you will have a hard time functioning in the morning."
"Nuthin doing," he was firm.
Although it was not my job, he would need to be awake
and functional in the morning. A happy client is a
well-paying client and if he blew the deal because of a
hangover he would not be a happy client.
"Tell you what," I said, "I will show you my breasts if
you take this hangover pill."
"OK," he said eagerly and licked his lips. He quickly
swallowed the pill and fell back onto the pillow. The
things I do for my job. With a sigh I reached back,
unhooked the top of the dress and let it fall to my
waist, exposing my breasts to his gaze. He sighed
happily and closed his eyes. Within seconds he was
snoring.
Riding down the elevator I pondered my options, the
night was still young and I had not been laid. Hanging
around boring cocktail parties with stiffs was not my
idea of fun. I needed to work off some energy, I needed
to dance and I needed a good fuck. Blowing the security
guard had been fun, but it was not enough. I wanted a
long hard cock pounding into me, driving me down into
the ground with its force. I decided to hit the clubs
and find a likely candidate while working up a sweat!
Back at my place, I changed into dancing clothes. A
wrap-around knee-length skirt made of semi-sheer
fabric, it did not reveal anything but did not fully
conceal either. Since I was looking for men, I selected
a satin blouse that buttoned all the way to my waist. I
vowed those buttons would get a workout.
My favorite club had a long line in front but the
bouncer opened the door for me immediately. I learned
long ago that an occasional blowjob for the hired help
will open doors faster than sucking up to the owners.
Inside, the party was in full swing. The DJ was
pounding out the rhythms and I felt myself swaying to
the music. Uncaring of anything else, I headed for the
dance floor.
Chapter 3
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By two in the morning the party was in full swing. The
place was packed with sweating, drinking, fun-loving
dancers. I had lost track of how many guys (and gals) I
danced with or how many gropes I endured. My buttons
received a good workout and I spent a considerable
amount of time on the dance floor with my top
unbuttoned. It is a wonderful feeling, to feel
unencumbered by clothing. My breasts enjoyed their time
out in the open and the guys seemed to also. It was a
fairly good night; I received one marriage proposal and
eleven "wanna go back to my room?" requests. Each one
was politely refused. I knew exactly what I wanted this
night, a couple.
Getting two guys is easy. All a girl has to do is say
"yes." Two guys are also a lot of fun. Most women have
not had the pleasure of a guy pounding her in each end
at the same time and that is a pity, because it really
is an incredible feeling. However, tonight I wanted a
couple. The pleasure of introducing a woman to lesbian
sex is indescribable.
Personally, I think that all women are really bisexual,
they just have mental hang-ups that prevent them from
enjoying both styles of lovemaking. Las Vegas is the
one town where resistance is at its weakest and you can
almost feel their inhibitions fall away as they give
themselves over to the sensations. It is a life-
changing event for most women and of course I have
never yet had a guy turn down the opportunity for a
threeway. Of course, the trick is to find the right
couple. Unlike a pair of guys, a couple is self-
contained and not usually interested in an outsider.
Eventually I found a likely couple. They were young,
energetic and seemed to be enjoying themselves. There
were several empty glasses in front of each one which
was a good sign.
"Mind if I sit down?" I shouted over the music and
indicated the empty seat next to them. They both
nodded.
"Hi, my names Vanessa."
"Hi, this is Bob and I am Michelle."
"This place is jumping, isn't it?"
"I'll say, we never had any place like this back home,"
Michelle pointed out to the dance floor where a woman's
top had come undone and her nipples were playing peek-
a-boo. I had to make a quick check to ensure my buttons
were in the right place.
"Where's home?"
"Minnesota," she said, "this is our first time in
Vegas."
Bingo, I thought. "On your honeymoon?" I asked knowing
they were not wearing rings.
"Oh no," she blushed, "we are just friends."
Better and better. I ordered a few rounds of drinks for
us all and dragged them out onto the dance floor for
three-way dancing several times and by three we were
fast becoming friends. Finally I noticed that
Michelle's head was starting to bob and she was losing
focus.
"Looks like Michelle is getting tired," I said standing
up, "you need some help getting her to the room?"
"Nah, I'm ok," Bob said, pulling her to her feet.
I put my hand on his arm, "I have quite a ways to go,
do you mind if I freshen up in your room before I head
out?" This was the big question, it was a bit forward
but I needed a way into their hotel room.
"Sure, no problem."
We supported Michelle up to the room and sat her on the
bed. Leaving Bob with her, I stripped off my clothes
and jumped into the shower. I am sure Bob did not think
of showering when I said I would "freshen up" but
cleaning the sweat off was the first step. With only a
bathrobe on, I walked out into the room. Bob blinked at
me but didn't say anything. Michelle was still sitting
on the edge of the bed. She looked to be ready to fall
asleep. I needed to act fast. If she fell asleep, Bobs
protective instincts would kick in and I would be out
the door.
"Michelle, you need a shower too," I said, pulling her
gently resisting form off the bed, "it will do you a
world of good."
I closed the door on Bob before he could get an
argument organized and ran the water. Michele just
stood immobile, letting me strip her clothes off. She
was very pale, with small breasts. They looked
delicious and I wanted to grab them but that would have
to wait. I pushed her under the water and held her
there as she sputtered. She began to revive and was
soon splashing around. Laughing, I handed her the other
bathrobe and we both left the bathroom to see Bob
sitting on the bed, looking like a third wheel.
"Bob, why don't you take a shower also," I suggested
while leading Michelle toward the bed, "I am going to
give Michelle a massage as a thank-you before I go." He
shrugged and closed the door.
"Are you really a masseuse?" Michelle asked.
"Yep, fully trained and licensed," I lied, steering her
toward the bed.
"Get out of that bathrobe and I will show you."
"But I am naked underneath," she protested, "isn't that
a little... you know, weird?"
If you only knew what I have planned I thought. "Not at
all, I saw you in the shower and I am a licensed
masseuse." I turned my back, "but I will turn my back,
you lay face down."
"Ok," she giggled and flopped onto the bed. I turned to
look, she had positioned the bathrobe so it covered her
butt and left her back exposed. Perfect.
I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her legs. "Now
just close your eyes and relax," I said, removing my
bathrobe, "just let my hands relax you." I started with
her shoulders and slowly edged my way down her back.
She let out a few moans and groans indicating she was
enjoying it. In a few minutes I was at her lower back,
reaching lower and lower with each movement, pushing
the bathrobe down.
When her butt was completely exposed and I was
massaging her cheeks, I pulled the bathrobe away
completely. Now the massage became more sensual. I
casually spread her legs apart and knelt between them.
She made no mention of the fact I could now see right
into her crotch. I knelt and kissed the small of her
back lightly, causing her to moan.
It was at this point that Bob came out of the shower
with only a towel on. His eyes went wide at the sight
of two naked women on his bed. He moved toward the bed
but I motioned for him to sit on the chair first, I
wanted to complete the seduction of Michelle.
Without missing a stroke I continued my assault on
Michelle's inhibitions, adding kisses to the smooth
sweeping strokes of the massage. Soon I was kissing in
the crack of her ass and sliding my fingers up and
down, lightly crossing over her anus and pussy lips.
She was beginning to respond, breathing deeply and
squirming slightly.
Sliding my hands up to her back, I kissed my way down
her crack to the rosebud of her anus, giving it a
slight lick. She jerked a bit but didn't complain. The
next sweep had me licking it more forcefully. She
sighed and relaxed. I could tell the signs, it was
time. I slowly worked my way up her back to her
shoulder again, this time laying my naked flesh down on
top of hers. "Turn over," I whispered into her ear,
"let me do the front."
This was the big moment. Would she turn over and allow
my tongue access to her most sensitive places, opening
up a new world of pleasure or would she see that I was
naked and freak? I rolled to the side and she turned
over. Eyes closed, she put her hands above her head,
completely exposing herself to me.
Slowly I massaged her chest, working my way from a
generic massage to a sensual one. Soon I was kissing
her nipples while stroking her inner thighs. She began
squirming in pleasure. I inched my way down her
stomach, planting tiny kisses all along the way, making
sure each square inch was completely kissed. The slow
progression continued, while I delicately massaged her
nipples. She was undulating now, arching her back
slightly and sighing loudly.
When I finally reached her pussy, she tried to force my
head onto her clitoris but I would have none of it. Men
always dive right in, heading for the bull's-eye
immediately but women know different. The longer I made
her wait, the bigger her orgasm would be and I wanted
it to be a gigantic one. I played all around her
opening with my tongue, dragging it tantalizingly
across her clit often enough to slowly build the
sensation. When she looked like she might become too
sensitive, I dived in.
Her juices tasted exquisite and it only took a few
flicks of my tongue to push her over the top. With a
cry she arched her back so far I thought she would
break and went rigid as steel. I continued my merciless
attack on her clit and she shuddered in the throes of
ecstasy, grabbing onto the bedpost for support. In a
few minutes it was over, the jerking as I struck a
nerve slowly subsiding. I crawled up her body, kissing
as I went until I reached her face, letting her taste
her own juices, probably for the first time. Her eyes
opened and she looked at me with amazement.
"God, that was wonderful."
"It was wonderful for me too," I said sincerely, "but
we should turn our attention to poor Bob. He has only
been able to watch so far."
We looked over at Bob. He sat naked on the chair, his
impressive erection pointing straight at the ceiling.
With a sign from me, he climbed into bed with us,
wrapping his arms around Michelle and me equally.
I turned to Michelle, "how is his cock?"
"Um, he is so fine," she giggled, "his cock is one of
his best features."
We pushed him onto his back and crawled over him to his
cock. Side by side, we eyed it critically.
"Very nice," I agreed after a close inspection, "how
does it taste?"
"Hmm, let me see," she opened her mouth and took him
in. I watched in fascination as his cock slid into her
mouth. It came out reluctantly, "just as good as I
remember, try it."
I had done it! She offered her boyfriend to me as
readily as she offered her own body. With a secret
smile of victory I opened my mouth. His cock did taste
good. Smooth velvety skin over steel hardness. The pre-
cum dripping from it had a flavorful tang. I could have
sucked it all night.
"Hey, give me a chance," Michelle complained. I let her
have a turn, then grabbed it back for myself. It was
time for something other than oral, I needed that cock
inside of me. I needed it bad. "I have another place I
bet it will fit in."
Getting up on my knees, I sat on top of him,
positioning myself and let my weight slowly impale me
onto his rigid cock. Slowly, I pumped up and down,
feeling it slide inside of me, welcoming the way it
filled me up.
"My turn," Michelle said, sitting up next to me. She
followed my lead and sat on it, working herself back
and forth until she achieved maximum sensation. Eyes
closed she began to pump up and down.
After a few minutes of watching her, I was restless. I
turned onto my hands and knees, pointed my ass at Bob
and said, "I wish someone would ram their big hot cock
into me. I need a good pounding."
Michelle very reluctantly climbed off Bob as he swung
over behind me and slipped it in. I was so wet he had
no trouble. It felt wonderful, I could feel my lips
being pushed open by the head. He drove into me fairly
weakly, probably afraid he was hurting me. This was NOT
what I wanted, I needed it rough tonight. "Harder," I
said, and lay down on the bed, allowing his weight to
push down on me. He began thrusting harder but it still
wasn't enough.
"Harder," I yelled at him, "split me wide open with
that thing, ram it into me!" He responded by slamming
into me with everything he had. It was glorious! He
pounded me repeatedly, pushing me into the bed with
each stroke. It was wonderful. I could feel his cock
sliding inside me with each stroke. I felt my own
orgasm rapidly building as his breathing grew labored.
It was a race to see who would finish first.
I orgasmed a few strokes before he did. The feeling
spread out from my battered pussy through my whole body
taking me with it. It was several minutes before I came
back to earth. When I did, I noticed he had cum inside
of me and was rapidly slowing down and losing size.
Finally he popped out and lay down with a loud groan.
"Poor baby," Michelle mocked, "did she wear you out."
She started kissing him, while I crawled over and
carefully licked his cock clean. Afterwards, I licked
my way up his stomach and her arm, finally kissing her
ear. She turned and gave me kiss, exploring my mouth
with her tongue.
Bob was content to relax, as we began kissing and
fondling each other. She nuzzled my breasts, licking
and suckling the nipples. It felt so good I fell back
onto the bed. Now our positions were reversed and she
kissed and licked her way down me. I felt the first
tentative licks as her tongue explored another woman
for the first time.
"Hey, I can taste Bob," she said, voice muffled, "umm,
tastes good."
With a mouth that rapidly grew in expertise she sucked
all of the cum out of me. Her tongue continued until I
had a small orgasm, then she kissed her way up until we
were in each others arms. With the fury of the sex
over, we casually explored each other, caressing as
only women can.
I worked my way down her body toward her waiting pussy.
Although another oral orgasm would have been easy, I
decided that they needed to push their boundaries a bit
further this night. Settling in between Michelle's legs
I began to stimulate her clitoris while simultaneously
playing with the little rosebud of her anus.
Soon she was breathing heavy and squirming under my
manipulation and I pushed my finger into her rectum.
Under normal circumstances I am sure she would have
protested, but now she simply groaned. I worked my
tongue and finger in sync for a while. As she neared
her orgasm, I stopped suddenly.
"Have you ever tried it in the butt?"
"Oh god, don't stop," Michelle groaned, grinding
herself against my finger. I looked over at Bob, he was
suddenly intent. He shook his head.
"Tonight is the night," I soothed, "you will both love
it."
"But, isn't that weird?" Michelle was coming down from
her near-orgasm enough to think coherently.
"Not in Vegas," I said, "here, anything that feels good
is fair game."
"Well, OK," she was hesitant, but trusted in my
judgment. I retrieved the small tube of lube I keep in
my purse. Soon she was taking two fingers in her ass
and enjoying it as held her just short of orgasm. The
time was right.
Bobs cock was hard again, thanks to some work by my
free hand and the lube. I positioned Michelle on her
hands and knees and slid under her. Bob approached from
the back and positioned his cock on her rosebud.
She tensed up as he pressed the bulb of his cock
against her entrance. From my position underneath I
started licking her clitoris. It was supersensitive
from my previous work and she forgot to be tense as her
body started reacting. Bob entered her with a rush and
a groan from each of them. I continued to work her
clitoris as he began a slow stroke.
Her orgasm hit as Bob began speeding up his stroke. I
could feel her body spasming and trying to buck but she
was impaled on his cock. Bob grunted in excitement as
her ass clamped down on his slick cock, giving him a
tightness he had never known. Michelle let out a low
guttural groan that seemed to come from deep within as
her body absorbed the sensations of orgasm and full ass
simultaneously.
In a few more strokes Bob started shaking and pumping
for all he was worth, I knew he was filling her with
everything left in his balls. When he finally pulled
his softening cock out, they both collapsed on the bed.
I think I shocked them both when I crawled over to Bobs
cock and licked it clean. The taste of cum was mingled
with the sharp flavor of her rectum. Giving a moan of
sensual delight to tell them that I enjoyed it, I
cleaned up her ass as well.
"Well guys," I pulled on my clothes. "It's been fun.
Thanks for seducing me but I have to go to work in the
morning." Technically it was I who had done all the
seducing, but by pretending it was all their doing, I
was giving them the right to brag when they got home.
When they finished telling the tale of their night at
the disco, Vegas would get a flood of new tourists.
Chapter 4
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My contract with Jake required me to meet him for
lunch. It was to be a casual lunch as the men were deep
in the middle of their negotiations and taking a break
with their spouses before heading back to the
negotiating table. I knew that a sexy outfit would be
out of place, so I selected a summer print dress of a
modest length and added a light shawl.
"You look great," Jake said as we sat down. There were
three other couples at the table and we talked shop
while we ate. I noticed that Jake was not drinking much
and commented on it. He grimaced, "not after last
night. By the way, I haven't thanked you for whatever
you gave me. It sure did the trick and this morning my
hangover was manageable. It has made the day go a lot
better."
I took his comment to mean that with a clear head, his
negotiations had gone well. Lunch was a fairly
pedestrian affair, with an average buffet table. The
men all went for piles of beef and chicken, with
potatoes. I opted for a small amount of fish and some
mixed greens with vinegar dressing. Even with frequent
exercise, maintaining a decent figure takes constant
effort. After lunch was over he pulled me aside.
"Listen," he whispered, "thanks again for last night. I
am sorry I came on to you like that. I don't normally
act that way."
His little drunken pass at me was pretty minor compared
to what a lot of these guys do. Men seem to feel that
once they have become rich and powerful everyone around
them will simply let them do whatever they want. It is
always a delicate balancing act, to maintain some
decency while not offending the client. I told him it
was ok, and he got a wry grin on his face. "Though I
have to admit your little striptease was magnificent.
Anyway, thanks again for that pill. These guys are so
hung over I was able to get everything I wanted and
they have no clue what they have done! We are all but
done and there will be a big celebration tonight. They
told me it will be a big blowout like we have never
seen, big show and very sexy. They emphasized the 'very
sexy' part." He looked at me carefully, "I don't want
them to show me up on the sexy stuff."
I didn't like where this was going and I was about to
tell him so. There was no way I was going to perform
some kind of live sex show for his friends just so he
could one-up them. He must have seen my reaction
because he hastened to add, "I don't mean anything
weird, I just want you to be really sexy tonight."
He pushed a credit card into my hand, "I want you to do
some shopping this afternoon. Buy yourself a sexy
dress." He looked at me earnestly, "a really sexy
dress. I will see you tonight at seven."
Sometimes life hands you unexpected perks. Today was
one. I stood openmouthed and watched him head back
through the door to the meeting rooms. I had all
afternoon, a corporate credit card with no limit and a
mandate to do some shopping with it. I don't know if my
feet even touched the ground as I headed for the
stores.
In Vegas there are two types of clothing stores: Those
for women who care about the price and those for women
who don't. If you need to look for a price tag, then
you know what group you are in. Today I was in the
other group. Today I headed for the designer shops
where a good dress runs well into five figures.
I won't bore you with the details of my shopping
experience. Once I found the dress I wanted and altered
it to my exact specification (details about that later)
I still had a few hours to go. Time to have some fun.
The women's clothing store is one of the best places
for unexpected sex and I love surprising men with a
memorable encounter. Picking out a couple of
appropriate outfits I looked around for my victim. I
soon found him, standing alone, sneaking an occasional
peek at the lingerie on display. He was obviously in
the store waiting for someone and not enjoying himself.
He didn't have a ring on, which made him a perfect
target.
I signaled him to come over to my changing room. He
looked surprised but came over and stood in the door
asking what I wanted.
"You are a guy," I said vacantly, "I need a guys help.
I am getting an outfit for my boyfriend and I want to
know which one is the sexiest."
That got his attention and he took a closer look at the
outfit I was holding in front of me. "Looks nice," he
said.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I pulled
the outfit out from in front of me, replacing it with
the one in my other hand. During the brief interchange
there was nothing in front of me. His eyes widened as
he saw I was nude behind the outfits.
"What about this one," I said as if I had not noticed
my flash at all. He was stunned, unable to speak. I
gave him a few seconds, then switched back to the first
outfit, flashing him again. After several more
switches, I finally pouted, "You are no help, I just
don't know which one to get." He was about to reply,
when I decided to change things up. "I know, I should
try them on."
I turned to look at myself in the mirror, holding the
dress in front of me. This gave him a perfect view of
my nude body from the back. I lifted a dress over my
head, got it down over my face and pretended to get
tangled in it. "Can you help me with this?"
He came into the changing room, closing the door, and
helped me pull the dress down. He took his time doing
it and I felt a tingle as I knew he was taking the
opportunity while I could not see to carefully examine
my exposed body. Finally I straightened it, spun around
and looked at him. "What do you think?"
"Its good," he managed to say.
"Hmm, let me try the other," I turned my back to him
and raised my arms, "can you help me?"
He bent down and put his hands on my legs, then slid
his hands up my skin and over my hips, allowing the
material to gather. Up my sides and the swell of my
breasts his hands travelled, finally lifting the
material off. We repeated the process with the other
outfit, then back to the first one. Each time he pulled
off the dress his hands roved more and more over my
body.
It felt like heaven, I just love being a woman. At last
I turned to him and in my most ditzy brainless blond
voice I told him, "You are not helping me very much. I
need to know which one is the sexiest. My boyfriend
says the only part of a man that tells the absolute
truth is his cock."
I reached out and grabbed his cock through his pants.
As I hoped, it was as hard as steel. Guys can be so
blind, I had just given him the dumbest corniest line
in the world but because I was holding his cock, he
fell for it. "This will tell me which one you think is
the sexiest. It can't lie to me." I squeezed it and
played with it slightly. "Damn, this thing is a
monster!"
Releasing it reluctantly, I turned my back on him and
ordered him to change my outfit. His hands lingered on
me, sliding over my stomach and breasts as he slid my
clothes off. With my new outfit on I whirled and
grabbed his cock again. "Hmm, I think it's harder with
this outfit. You must think this is the sexiest one."
He didn't speak, just stood unmoving, letting me play
with his cock for several minutes. At last I turned my
back on him again. When I lifted my hands, I didn't
need to say anything. He slowly pulled my clothes off,
running his hands over my body and cupping my breasts
for several minutes before finally getting the outfit
over my head.
Nude, I turned to face him and grabbed his cock again.
"This thing is big. I just have to see it." With that I
unzipped his pants and pulled it out. In truth it was
an average sized penis but I got down on my knees and
looked up at him. "It's wonderful, so much bigger than
my boyfriends. Can I taste it?"
I didn't wait for a reply but took his cock into my
mouth.
It slid in easily and my tongue played with it. It
smelled clean, like soap, and his pubic hairs were very
soft. He was already dripping pre-cum and it had a
wonderful salty flavor. I lapped it up while thoroughly
licking and sucking. I had hoped to deep-throat him,
but he was too hard and would not bend the right way.
Instead I concentrated on maximizing the skin to skin
contact as I went up and down his shaft, sliding it
slowly in and out, just appreciating the feeling.
For a woman, there is something magical about being
nude, on your knees, with a man's cock in your mouth.
You simply cannot be any more of a woman than at that
moment. It was a special moment and I relished it as I
paid homage to his prick.
Swirling my tongue as I pumped him up and down, I
settled into a rhythm and he responded. Within a few
seconds he was groaning. His cock swelled up and then
began pumping its hot salty ropes of cum into my
waiting mouth. I am sure he would have appreciated
shooting all over my face, but I had to be able to
leave the store without attracting attention so I
continued my sucking as he spurted stream after stream
into my mouth. With quick swallowing, I was able to get
it all and not spill a drop. I licked his softening
tool clean and sat back.
"God, that was great. I wish I had a boyfriend like
you."
He looked at me with glazed eyes as put his cock away
and straightened his pants.
"Thanks for helping me pick out an outfit," I looked up
at him, "you had better go before they get suspicious."
He nodded, too weak to do anything other than
acquiesce, and closed the door behind him.
Smiling at a job well done, I put my clothes back on,
put the two outfits back on the rack and walked out of
the store.
Chapter 5
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"Hmm, it's ok, but I was hoping for something more than
that."
Jack comment was less than flattering as I pulled off
my shawl and presented myself to him. "I had hoped you
would." he broke off when I turned around, showing him
the back of the gown.
I was wearing a gown of pure blue silk. It started with
a collar around my neck, gathered at the waist and
finally fell in billowing folds to the floor. It was
the kind of head-turning gown that designers make and
regular people only see on TV. Nice as the front was,
the real head-turner was the back - or lack thereof.
Originally designed to be a backless gown, I had it
altered to cut far lower than its designer intended.
The gown now cut at slightly above the bottom of my
ass. Technically it was not a backless but rather a
bottomless gown as all but one inch of my bottom was in
full view.
The gown was fabulously impractical. I had to be
careful every time I sat down or I would sit on the cut
and pull the gown right off. I could feel a cool breeze
between my legs since obviously nothing could be worn
underneath it. Unfortunately its lack of practicality
also extended to walking, as it caught at the bottom of
my cheek with every step, pulling slightly on the
collar. All in all, it was uncomfortable to wear but a
traffic stopper when on. Such is the life of a woman.
"Good god, that thing is." he struggled for words, "did
you know how much of your."
"Do you like it?" I asked sweetly as I twirled around
(carefully) for him, "I hope it's sexy enough."
He rose to his feet and smiled a very sincere smile,
"my dear, I have no doubt you will be the hit of the
party. With the contract in hand, you are exactly what
I was hoping you would be tonight. Shall we?" He
extended his arm and we headed for the limousine.
The cocktail party was already in full swing by the
time we arrived. Jake was greeted warmly and I knew his
deal had most likely been a good one for the others as
well. I was given little attention at first. Some of
the men had attractive wives and they dressed sexier
than the front of my gown suggested. Soon however I was
the center of attention. As I walked through the room I
could hear the conversation stop as I passed. I
pretended not to notice.
As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the men
grew bolder. They would walk up to the two of us and
introduce themselves while patting my cheek. I didn't
want to cause a scene for my client, and truth be told
it was kind of exciting. Married men with their wives
on one arm would chat amiably while vigorously fondling
me with the other arm.
Finally, one particularly forward gentleman took it too
far. He didn't just fondle my cheek, he reached down
between and tried to stick his finger up me. Now, a
little playful touching is one thing but being finger-
fucked by a total stranger in front of my client was
another. I tried to move politely, giving him a quiet
"stop it" but he didn't take the hint. Jake spotted my
desperate look and quickly discovered what was going
on. He did not explode with rage, though his face
became red. Instead, he quietly told the man to remove
his hand or have it broken.
Embarrassed, the man moved away.
It makes a girl feel good when her man can handle
himself well and protect her. I liked him more and more
with each passing hour. "Thanks," I whispered, and gave
him a sly smile, "what do I do if it happens again?"
"It won't," he promised.
"Perhaps you should keep your hand there just to make
sure," I whispered and placed his hand on my cheek. He
didn't say anything but he gave it a good squeeze and
left it there.
Jake became very familiar with all aspects of my ass
during the rest of the cocktail party. His hand
explored every nook and cranny in intimate detail and I
had trouble maintaining my side of the conversations.
Jake seemed particularly pleased at this and was very
reluctant to release his hand when the doors opened and
we were led into the dining area. The room featured
small booths around a central raised stage.
We sat in one of the prime booths and introduced
ourselves to the two men already at the table. They
were middle management and pudgy, with the loose
fitting clothing so typical of middle management
everywhere. The food was exquisite and served with
impeccable precision by the wait staff. The managers
dove into the food with such gusto I wondered how they
managed to stay merely pudgy.
When the last of the plates were carried away the
lights dimmed and a spotlight shone on the stage in the
center of the room. An oriental man walked into the
spotlight and Jake whispered to me it was the man was
who he had made the deal with. "Thank you all for
coming," he said, "to wrap up the conference we have
arranged a special show for you tonight. This will not
be what you think. Expect to be surprised. They come
direct from sensual Thailand, please welcome The Dragon
Gigs!"
We all applauded as a small group of dancers appeared
on the stage. They performed sensual dance rhythms,
swaying with the music and gliding around the stage.
After a few minutes, the tempo of the music changed and
there was a buildup. When the crescendo hit, all of the
dancers pulled off one of their gauzy wraps and threw
them into the center of the stage, then spun back out
to their former positions and began anew.
I could see where this was going. We were going to see
a strip show and I wanted to be comfortable. Sitting
up, I directed Jake to turn around and put his leg up
then snuggled back between his legs and turned to watch
the show. The dancers were fantastic, their bodies
seemed to melt together as they swayed and swirled
around the dance floor. More wisps of cloth soon
followed until the women were topless.
I expected the stripping to stop there. Topless is
legal in Vegas, anything more requires considerable
effort. But they did not stop, the swirling, spinning
dancing continued as strips of cloth were added to the
pile. Soon the dancers had only the briefest of g-
strings on. Finally, the music crashed, the lights
flashed and the dancers stood nude before us.
There was a collective gasp from the audience. The
dancers paused for a moment, as though in mid-dance,
their arms and legs frozen. The women had good sized
natural-looking breasts, the nipples pointed in their
excitement, their pubic areas a uniformly trimmed tiny
triangle. The men were shaven completely hairless and
sported large cocks, though they were not erect.
After everyone was given a chance to inspect the goods,
the music started again. This music was different;
slower and more sensual. The dancers responded with
slow rhythms and movements. The dancers would come
together, kiss, then twirl apart, to spin leisurely for
a few seconds and come together with a different
partner.
After a few minutes of this the dance changed. It was
apparent they were more than simple dancers as when
they came together instead of kissing, the man would
spin the woman upside down and hold her up while she
sucked his cock. She would suck for only a couple of
seconds, then he would spin her back onto her feet and
the dancers would twirl off in different directions.
It was incredibly sensuous. The tension in the room was
slowly rising as the cocks of the men began to grow. I
was really enjoying it, in all the years I have been
going to shows in Vegas, this was the first time I had
seen something like this. I felt for Jakes hand and
grabbed it in mine. When he squeezed back I lifted it
and placed in on my breast, under the gown.
The act of bending over to sit down caused my
bottomless dress to billow out in front of me. Once his
hand was under the material, he had full and
unencumbered access to my entire body. I let go of his
hand and watched the dancers as his hand explored my
breasts and stomach.
The men were now rock hard from the combination of
exhibitionism and cocksucking, but still the dance
continued. Jakes hand felt incredible as he massaged my
nipples and I arched my back and whispered to him what
he was doing to me. He responded by running his hand
down and between my legs. I was obviously wet and his
finger easily penetrated me. My legs parted on their
own to provide him better access.
Although it was dark and the stage show was amazing, by
now the middle managers could tell something was
happening in the booth beside them. I could not stifle
a low groan as Jake found my clitoris and began to rub
it. Being only middle managers they were powerless to
do anything but pretend nothing was happening.
Jakes hand continued to rub my most sensitive spot and
I quickly lost myself in the sensation. Soon I was
arching my back and moaning in anticipation. His finger
slipped easily inside of me and I knew right then what
I wanted. I tried to tell him but the freight train hit
me and my orgasm stopped all rational thought. Jake
squeezed his knees together, pinning me as I shook from
the intensity of it.
When I finally came back to earth, the middle managers
were watching me openly so I guess I had not been as
discrete as I had hoped. On the stage, the dance had
changed again. Now the men lay on the floor, their
cocks sticking up in the air. The women danced and
flowed, every so often they would stop over a man,
lower themselves onto him and fuck him for several
seconds before standing up and twirling away. It was
amazing to watch. It looked like fun and I was ready
for Jake to do it to me. Arching back I whispered in
his ear, "I need you inside of me. Right now, right
here."
He responded only with a low groan. I raised myself up
slightly while he fumbled with his pants, then I could
feel his hard cock against my ass. It felt good sized
and I was pleased it was already hard. By bending
slightly and sliding my ass out of the gown I was
essentially nude from knee and neck. A tiny amount of
wiggling and his cock slid easily into me. Feeling
comfortably full, I settled back with a sigh.
The dancers were reaching a finish, the amount of time
spent dancing was getting less and less, while the
amount of time spent fucking was growing. A couple of
the guys were getting a strained look on their faces,
as though they were fighting to hold back. Jake pushed
his hips up and down in slow languid movements, sliding
his cock in and out of my dripping hole.
It was a fantastic feeling. I was practically nude and
being nicely fucked in the center of a room full of
people who had no idea what was going on. The middle
managers knew, they could see me going up and down and
see quite a bit of exposed skin, but being only middle
management they could not interfere with a senior
executive. The music reached a peak and stopped. I was
worried the lights would come on and reveal us but
instead a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.
Jake continued his slow fucking, all the while
massaging my breasts as two new people rose up from the
center of the stage. The woman was small in size. She
lay on her back on a small cushion. The man was not as
muscular as the previous dancers, but his cock was
another matter altogether.
Another gasp went up from the audience as the true size
of the monster became clear. I have seen some good
sized cocks in my life. I've been to bed with three
porn stars and a couple of NBA players who were
impressive in size, but this was the largest cock I
have ever seen. From this distance there was no way to
tell if it was surgically enhanced but it dangled most
of the way to his knees.
The dais they were on began to spin slowly, giving
everyone in the audience a good view as he fed the tip
of his cock to her upturned mouth. She sucked it
eagerly, taking the head into her mouth. Jakes cock
tightened inside of me at the sight.
As the monster cock grew hard it forced him further
away from her mouth. At last he pulled out. Laying his
balls on her face, his cock stretched down her chest,
between her breasts and almost to her belly button.
Once everyone in the audience could measure it, he
stood up and retreated from her. The music stopped and
Jake did too, he was obviously watching the stage. I
have to admit I was paying more attention to the stage
than the cock inside of me. What could possibly happen
next? She seemed far too small to take a monster like
that, even halfway in he would drive it clear up into
her womb.
The music started a rising drumbeat. The male dancers
lay on the stage with the females sitting on their
cocks. They began to slowly twist and spin around the
connection while facing the center. The anticipation
grew with each rising note. Jakes cock began to pump
inside of me again, I could feel the head sliding in
and out in a faster rhythm. The man on stage held that
giant cock before her face without moving.
The music crashed and there was a wild gasp from the
audience. In one massive thrust, he speared her open
mouth and plunged that behemoth into her all the way to
the root. It must have hit the bottom of her stomach.
If I had not seen it with my own eyes I would never
have believed that tiny body could deep-throat a
massive cock like that. She could have gotten a job as
a sword swallower anywhere in the world.
After holding it for a second, he slowly pulled it all
the way out, allowing her to take in a big gulp of air
before he pushed it in again. Jake was fucking me
frantically now, no longer able to contain himself. I
arched back and whispered into his ear, "don't expect
me to be able to do that."
He only grunted and then stiffened as he finally came.
I could feel his hot fluids squirting inside of me.
With an audible groan he continued to push into me,
pumping for all he was worth. I squeezed as tight as I
could, milking him for every drop, enjoying the
luxurious slick feeling of sperm-lubrication. His cock
shrank to almost nothing as he finally collapsed under
me with a sigh.
We lay together with him still inside of me to watch
the final act. The cock pumped in and out of her mouth
with fast thrusts. The dancers, in a circle around the
center stage, slowly fucked each other. The music built
to a smashing finale. In the center, the colossal cock
pulled out of the woman's mouth and aimed at it from a
foot away.
The dancers froze and all lights went out except for a
spotlight highlighting that cock and her upturned face.
It convulsed and began pumping rope after thick rope of
cum into her open mouth, filling it to overflowing. The
music burst into the finale and the lights went out.
There was a moment of silence and then the audience
burst into a roar of applause. The lights came up and I
noticed I was showing off a lot more than I wanted to.
The middle managers were looking at the two of us with
wide eyes so I jumped up and quickly arranged my gown
while Jake fumbled with his pants.
The applause was deafening as the dancers took bow
after bow before collecting their clothes and heading
offstage. Looking over at the slack-jawed middle
managers, I looked them in the eye and asked sweetly,
"That was an amazing show, did you like it too?" They
agreed that it was quite an impressive show as both
sides knew which show we were really talking about.
Chapter 6
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After the show, the cocktail party resumed, though now
the conversation was considerably more ribald than
before. I excused myself and headed for the ladies room
to clean up. Despite how romantic it sounds, the
reality of cum dripping down between ones legs is not
much fun. It's annoying and quickly gets sticky. I
needed to get cleaned up.
The mirror showed a tale of woe, I looked exactly what
I was, well-fucked. My hair was a mess, the gown was a
mass of wrinkles and it sported several obvious stains.
The stains needed to be taken care of immediately
before permanent damage was done to a dress that cost
more than a month's wages. I was alone in the room, so
I stripped off the gown and began to wash the trouble
areas.
As luck would have it, as soon as I began to wash, the
door opened and a young woman came in, her eyes
widening at my nude body holding a dress under the
faucet. She wore a wedding ring and I pegged her at
about twenty-eight. Obviously I do not have any problem
with being naked in front of people so I ignored her
until she touched my arm and asked, "Are you one of
those exhibitionist women?"
I was about to give a sarcastic reply but she seemed to
be serious.
"No, I stained my dress and I needed to get it cleaned
off."
"But what about your underwear?" She seemed truly
puzzled.
"I am not wearing any, so when I took off the dress,
this is what I had left," trying not to sound too
condescending, I pointed down at myself.
Her eyes looked me over carefully. I couldn't tell if
she was a closet lesbian or just had never seen a naked
woman before. "Aren't you scared to wear a dress
without any underwear? What if something happened,
people would be able to see your," she gestured toward
my crotch, "you know."
I decided not to tell her I had just fucked someone in
the middle of dinner. She seemed innocent, as though
the whole concept of a woman being sexy was a foreign
one. Laying the dress over a stall door, I dabbed at it
with a towel.
"That's the whole idea, its fun and makes you feel sexy
because it could happen. You should try it."
Her eyes grew wide, "oh no, I could never! What if
someone found out?"
"Honey, this is Vegas. Sexy things happen here all the
time. Did you know I slipped once?" I had an idea I
could do a little more Vegas promotion with this girl.
All I needed was the right story.
"What happened?" She was like a puppy now, eager to
know all the details.
"I was wearing a conservative skirt to a date with my
boyfriend, so I decided to try it without any panties."
She giggled at the thought, "what happened?"
"I sneaked into the bathroom and took everything off
and I went out to see him and it was incredibly
exciting," my little made-up story had her full
attention. "I could feel the air moving around.down
there.and I felt so exposed, like everyone could see
me. But nobody could. I hurried over to tell him what I
had done and wasn't paying attention. I slipped on a
wrapper, fell right on my ass with my legs wide open
and everything right out in public for everyone to
see."
She was horrified, "oh god, I would just die. What did
you do?"
"After I gave everyone a free show, I did feel like I
was going to die of embarrassment. I mean," I leaned in
close and whispered as though I was really embarrassed,
"everyone, including my boyfriend knew what I had done.
But you know what? Everyone turned back to their lunch
and after the shock wore off, my boyfriend was really
excited. That was all he talked about at lunch and
later he was as hard as a piece of steel. If you know
what I mean."
She laughed at the shared girls-only joke. "Plus," I
continued, "I never saw any of those guys at the
restaurant again." I leaned in close again, "but I bet
they remember me!"
We laughed again, a couple of girls sharing an intimate
moment. That was when I sprang my idea. "How long are
you in Vegas?"
"Oh, my husband is part of this concrete thing. It's
dreadfully boring, with meetings all day and these
cocktail parties with people I don't know at night. We
are heading for home tomorrow."
"Then I know just how to spice things up tonight."
She looked at me for an explanation. When I just
grinned at her she finally understood my meaning. "I
couldn't!"
"Sure you can," I soothed, "nobody will know if you
watch where you step. You can take them off in here,
and hand them to your husband for safekeeping."
I dropped my voice low as though there were
eavesdroppers, "I guarantee that he will be amazed and
consider it the sexiest thing you have ever done.
Guaranteed to put some spice into your love life."
"You think so?" she bit her lower lip with indecision,
"we could use some. He is always working late and is
mostly too tired these days."
"I know so. He will be so horny he will probably leave
early to drag you back to the room."
She giggled at the thought then stuck out her chin in
resolution. "OK, I will do it. But you can't tell
anyone!"
"Don't worry." This was really run, it isn't often a
person gets a chance to help a pretty young woman open
up sexually and start down a path to a more adventurous
sex life.
She sneaked a peak around the deserted bathroom and
reached for her zipper. "Allow me," I said and stepped
behind her. I unzipped her and helped her out of her
modest dress. She stepped out of her slip and stood
before me in only in plain white panties and bra.
"Those too," I ordered. Giggling she unsnapped her bra,
exposing very nice young firm breasts, nipples erect in
her excitement. Her panties followed, revealing a large
untrimmed hairy bush.
Looking at the bush I confided, "When the no-underwear
thing gets stale, try shaving."
"But I shave my legs and underarms now," she protested.
"I mean shave all of your pubic hair off."
Her mouth formed a silent "O" but she didn't say
anything.
"Don't worry," I chuckled, "it won't kill you. Guys
think it's sexy. Some night when he is completely tired
out from a long week at work, you can give him a
massage and then show him a bald pussy. I guarantee he
will find some energy."
My use of coarse language shocked her, and I hastened
on, "remember, when your man is overworked and too
tired for you, it is up to you to keep the relationship
going for him. You are his rock, the center of his
universe and if you don't make the effort it will all
fall apart. When he can't, it is up to you to put a
spring back in his step."
She looked at me seriously for a minute, letting it
sink in and then nodded. At that moment the door opened
and a middle aged woman walked in. She took one look at
the two of us standing nude together, turned around and
walked back out.
I looked at us in the mirror, "I wonder what she was
thinking."
My nude partner laughed, completely forgetting she had
just exposed herself to another person. Still laughing,
I zipped her dress up and stood back to look.
"From here, you look completely normal," I told her,
"nobody will know except your husband what a wild
sexual being you are underneath."
She giggled and wadded the pile of underwear into her
hand. As she turned to go, she looked back at me and
said simply, "thanks."
"Your welcome," I knew what she really said. Girls have
a language that is spoken in silent understanding. She
didn't need to say "thanks for reminding me that I am
sexual and helping me to solve my marriage crises," I
knew she meant it.
Alone in the bathroom I checked my dress. The wet spots
were merely damp now and I slid it back on. A few
minutes work and I was ready to face the party again.
Chapter 7
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The party was buzzing and the drinks were flowing
freely. After the incredible show, the sexual tension
was palpable in the room. Jake was with a small group
of his partners and I deliberately approached the group
on the opposite side of him. A light touch parted them
and I walked slowly through the circle to Jake, feeling
the pressure of their eyes on my ass.
With my ass still pointing at his partners, I reached
up and gave him a quick kiss then turned around to
stand beside him. All eyes snapped back up to face-
level as the conversation stuttered. Guys can be so
obvious sometimes, but I pretended not to notice and
asked Jake to introduce me.
We chatted for a few minutes. The men seemed genuinely
surprised at my knowledge of the concrete business. I
didn't bother to enlighten them of my hours spent
studying; rather I let them assume it was due to a
relationship with Jake. This deepened their assumption
that Jake and I were an 'item' and increased their
estimation of Jake as a successful business person.
Eventually the group broke up and we drifted around the
party, talking and chatting. Jake was making good
contacts and I did my best to impress his business
partners, walking back and forth to the bar and turning
around to say hi to people. Invariably, the
conversation faltered when my back was turned, but I
did my best clueless woman impression and never seemed
to notice when the guys played sophomoric tricks on me.
"Isn't that a friend of yours over there?"
"Where?" I would say and spin around, giving them all a
perfect view of my naked ass.
"Oh, I guess not."
Toward the end of the party, the oriental man who
seemed to be the key player came up behind me. I felt
his hand on my ass before I knew there was anyone
there. He gave it a very possessive squeeze, as though
he owned it. I took an instant dislike of him and
shifted over closer to Jake.
He acted as if nothing had happened and gave Jake a
small bow. "I hope you enjoyed the show."
"It was fantastic," Jake enthused.
"Thank you. I saw the little show you put on in the
audience. Most impressive."
Oh god, I felt like crawling into a hole. This little
weasel had seen me riding Jake in the audience. I could
feel the blush covering me and tried to regain my
composure.
He laughed an oily laugh. "Quite frankly, I was
surprised. You did not strike me as that sort."
"Yes, well," Jake was clearly embarrassed and unsure of
how to respond.
"I am very glad my initial impression was incorrect.
This party is winding down, however I am inviting a
select few to my suite to continue the party in a more,
exotic, fashion. Please consider the." He looked me
carefully up and down, his eyes lingering on my curves.
It gave me the creeps, like he was measuring me for a
bondage ropes or something. ".both of you, invited," he
continued turning back to Jake. Then without a word he
turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"That was strange," Jake remarked, "still, it is quite
an honor to be invited to one of his parties. I've
heard they are over-the-top."
"I don't like him," I tried not to sound like a whiny
little girl but I wanted him to know of my feelings. I
had a bad feeling about that party. I would go as Jakes
escort of course, but not willingly.
"Why not?" he was surprised.
"The way he looked at me, like he was sizing me up for
some definite purpose. Plus he grabbed me."
"He did?" Jake seemed angry.
"He groped me when he came up to us," I hoped I didn't
come across as a ditzy woman.
"Then we are not going," Jake was firm.
"What about making work contacts?" I was nervous now, I
didn't want to interfere with his business. He was a
nice guy.
"I don't care," he gave me a squeeze and slid his hand
down to cup my cheeks, "a rare flower such as yourself
must be protected."
Poetry? I didn't know he had it in him. "Oh you are
such a sweety," I melted in to him, giving his hand
full access. He responded by exploring ever deeper. I
reached up to kiss him.
We stood in the middle of the party and kissed. His
hand dug ever deeper, sending little tendrils of
pleasure through me. When we finally came up for air, I
knew exactly what I wanted. "What do you say we head
back to your room and see if room service can send up
some chilled champagne?"
"I thought you never fraternized with the clients," he
teased.
"I don't. My contract explicitly states that sex is not
part of the arrangement." I looked up at him and gave
him a sexy smile, "but there is nothing stopping a girl
who likes a guy from doing whatever she wants."
I looked at my watch, "besides. It's long after
midnight, so technically you are not a client any
longer."
He laughed and gave me a squeeze.
**
Back in his suite, the windows looked out over the neon
and the people far below. We stood on the balcony,
looking down at them. It felt good to snuggle into him
and let him wrap his arms around me. It was chilly
though and I had very little on, even with my wrap.
Reluctantly we went back inside. I sat him down in the
armchair and then sat in his lap. He was a pretty good
kisser and soon we were exploring each others bodies
with mouths, tongues and hands.
My dress began to be a serious impediment to our fun
and I knew it was time to be rid of it. I stood before
him, letting him watch me as I slowly and sensuously
worked my hips. It was a miniature strip-tease but I
only had one piece of clothing on. I needed to make it
last. I danced, giving it a slow energy designed to
leave him breathless. At last the silk was raised over
my head and I stood before him.
I work out quite hard, averaging five days a week in
the gym, plus aerobics and dancing. I watch what I eat
very carefully. So I am pretty confident I have a sexy
body, but it is always nerve-wracking when you care
about what a person thinks and they see you for the
first time. Fortunately, he liked what he saw. I let
out a breath I didn't know I was holding and started
swaying again. This was going to be a fun night.
I was still dancing before him when there was a knock
on the door. Our champagne had arrived. No way was the
waiter going to see me dancing around naked like a
cheap hooker so I headed for the bathroom. Halfway
there I got a better idea, perhaps a little bit of fun
would be appropriate. I jumped onto the bed and lay on
my stomach, letting my nude body be seen from the door.
Jake opened the door and signed for the champagne. Just
as the waiter looked up, I arched my ass up and said
"Come back to bed lover, six times is not enough." The
waiter looked from me to Jake in awe, gulped and almost
ran down the hallway.
"You're terrible," Jake laughed as he handed me a
glass, "that kid will be telling stories about all the
kinky sex going on up here."
"Um, let's hope he gets some of them right."
He lay on his back as I undid his trousers, reached in
and hauled it out. Having done it once already tonight
he was not hard yet, despite my dancing. It was nicely
sized, not gigantic or strangely shaped or anything
unusual, just very nice. It had that meaty spongy
feeling I love so much when it is partially erect. The
head was slightly purplish and the thick vein along the
side was already pulsing.
I knew exactly where this thing belonged and lowered my
head to it. It tasted fantastic. He had obviously wiped
himself during the evening but I could still taste
echoes of my juices and his previous cum. I swirled my
tongue around the head, cleaning and licking him. The
shaft lengthened and hardened. I sucked and licked,
working the head into the back of my mouth.
When he began groaning I knew I had to stop. Since he
had already cum once tonight, I surmised one more would
be his limit and I wanted it to be inside of me.
Slowing my pace, I began to add in other actions. I
licked the shaft slowly and sucked his balls. I kissed
my way up to his nipples and gave them some attention.
I rubbed his chest and abdomen. We were both enjoying
the slow sensual build-up.
At last the timing felt right. I rose up over him and
slowly lowered myself. I could feel him at my entrance,
then with a rush he was all the way inside. It felt
wonderful. The full feeling when a man is inside you is
hard to describe but every woman knows what it feels
like. For a second I just enjoyed the feeling, and then
he shifted underneath me.
Rising slowly up and down, I closed my eyes and
concentrated on the feeling. The head slid in and out
and I could feel it all the way. I was already well
lubricated, not just from before, but I was really
enjoying this slow screw. He slid easily in and out,
while I maintained a slow and steady rhythm. I started
rocking a bit, causing it to tip forward and back. The
extra pressure it put on me brought an involuntary
gasp.
Pleasure emanating from my nipples surprised me and I
opened my eyes to see his hands caressing them. The
double sensation caused the waves of sensation to build
inside me. With a glad feeling I could tell I was
heading for my second orgasm of the night. It grew
swiftly and almost before I knew it, it hit me with the
force of a freight train. The sensation exploded inside
me and I lost the ability to move my body. With aching
gasps I moaned, helplessly impaled on his cock. He took
up the task of fucking me while my body shuddered and
spasmed, lifting me with a heave of his hips.
When I could function again, I realized I had collapsed
on top of him. My orgasm was a big one and I wanted his
seed inside of me but I had no strength left in my
legs. I rolled off him. The terrible emptiness between
my legs helped to revive me. I wanted that hot fat cock
back where it was supposed to be. Spreading my legs I
gasped, "Get on top of me, lover."
He rolled over on top and with one quick thrust he
drove it into me. It felt like it went all the way up
to my throat and I had been split wide open. I gasped
and would have told him to stop but he was already
pulling out and ramming it back in. The feel of his
weight pushing his cock into me, forcing me down into
the bed, was what I needed. I squeezed it as much as I
could, feeling the hardness of it as it rammed home.
He was thrusting like a jackhammer now, unable to
control himself as his balls began to boil and the
primitive caveman part of his brain took over. He slid
in and out more and more swiftly, then I felt the head
swell up and I knew he was about to cum. This was the
penultimate moment for a woman and I enjoyed every
second of it. Giving pleasure to a man is the greatest
gift a woman can give and this was the ultimate reward.
He grunted a loud moan and rammed into me. My cries
mingled with his as I felt the pulsing of his cock and
the splash of his white hot cum as it pumped into me.
Over and over he slammed into me, spasming and pumping.
I squeezed as tightly as I could, milking it for every
drop, enjoying the sensations, the feeling of
connection, of being a woman who has pleased her man.
At last his thrusting slowed, his body sagged and his
cock began to shrink. The once mighty rod of steel
became a noodle and then popped out as he sagged down
and collapsed on me. I knew enough not to try and do
anything for these first few seconds. The human male
needs time to recover, to regain some semblance of
intelligence again. I waited, enjoying his weight and
the cum inside of me.
At last he groaned and raised himself up on one elbow
and looked down at me. This is a very crucial time for
a man. He has just fucked a woman and now awaits her
decision. Will she tell him he is a lousy lover and pop
his ego balloon or give him a quote he can tell his
friends about.
I looked at him and smiled, "God that was incredible.
Your cock feels so good I had the biggest orgasm."
There was relief in his eyes and he smiled back at me,
the conquering hero. "Wow, I haven't done it twice in
one night in ten years."
"Mmmm," I buried my face in his chest hairs, "think we
can make it three times?"
"Not on your life," he laughed and rolled off me, "I
won't be able to get it up for a week."
I cleaned us both up with a warm washcloth and we lay
arm in arm in the bed. As I suspected, the combination
of the late hour, the exercise and all the alcohol hit
him as soon as his heartbeat went back to normal and
within fifteen minutes he was fast asleep.
Climbing out of bed without waking him, I made sure his
alarm clock was set and headed back to my place.
Chapter 8
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His flight left at noon and I wanted to see him off.
Not only because he was a good client but also because
he was a nice guy. Besides, I wanted to see him again.
Only a hooker fucks a guy in his bed and then leaves,
never to see him again. He deserved a kiss goodbye.
Sensibly attired in a conservative skirt and blouse I
arrived at his suite just as he was leaving for the
airport.
"Vanessa, I was hoping to see you before you left!" He
was directing a small squad of porters. They strained
at the suitcases and sample cases. "Will you ride with
me to the airport?"
"Of course, I am glad you have not left yet."
The tinted windows of the limousine prevented the harsh
sunlight from penetrating and we sat together watching
the road slip past.
"I want to thank you for everything," he began, "I was
hesitant at first. You were highly recommended but," he
let the word trail off. I knew what he was thinking,
that I was expensive and didn't allow any sex.
"I am really glad I met you," I told him with open
honesty. He looked at me and was going to say
something, probably a smart-aleck reply about how I say
that to all my clients, but he could see in my face I
meant it.
"I enjoyed myself these last few days," I continued,
then gave him a smile, "some parts more so than
others." He grinned at that then laughed, "Do you
remember Johnson's face the first time he saw that
dress of yours?"
I had absolutely no idea who Johnson was but I smiled.
It was all the encouragement he needed as he burst into
laughter. "He got so red I thought he was going to pop
a blood vessel. I'm going to tease him about that for a
long time."
The limousine arrived at the airport and I stepped out
onto the curb with him.
"Good by," he said a little uncertainly.
"Is that all I get?" I looked at him with a sly
expression, "come here you and give me a proper
goodbye."
He laughed and took me up in his arms and gave me a
proper kiss.
Epilogue
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"He said I was to take you anywhere you wanted to go,"
the driver told me once Jake had disappeared from view.
"Hmmm, just a minute," I didn't feel like riding back
into town alone.
Perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone.
I spotted a likely looking target, a good looking
single man with a suitcase coming out of the airport
and heading toward the taxi stand.
"Excuse me," I rushed up to him. He turned at my voice.
"Yes?"
"I rented a limousine to take me to my hotel, but now
I'm kind of regretting it. It seems expensive. I was
thinking, perhaps we could share the ride and the cost.
He will take us anywhere we want to go and with both of
us riding it will be cheaper!"
He considered it while I filled in the details and
finally agreed. The driver was a good one and did not
comment as he put the man's bag into the trunk.
"Hi," I held out my hand," my name is Vanessa."
"John," he said, giving me a firm handshake.
"John, that's a nice name. A strong name. I am pleased
to meet you."
The driver held the door for me as I stepped inside,
John right behind me. I decided to get the party
started and pretended to trip. I fell into the limo
with a cry and sprawled. Jake hastily climbed in behind
me and helped get me seated.
"Are you all right?"
"I think so, but my ankle hurts."
"Here, let me take a look at it," I spun around in the
seat and put my foot in his lap. With my legs bent he
had a clear view up my skirt to the pink satin thong I
was wearing.
"I am such an idiot," I told him, ignoring his fleeting
glimpses up my skirt as he massaged my ankle, "I
started drinking on the plane cause I wanted to have
fun in Vegas! This is the place where you can be as
wild as you want to be and you don't have to tell
anyone and I am really planning to be wild this
weekend."
He didn't say anything but continued to massage my
ankle and sneak peeks up my skirt.
"Ummm," I gave a little sigh and settled back against
the cushions letting my legs open slightly to give him
a better view, "that feels wonderful."
**
Several weeks later, Jake's payment arrived. It
included a five figure bonus on top of my usual fee,
plus I still have the dress. Like I said, he was a nice
guy.
END
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