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"I dunno, some of the dresses are short, and the others are also skimpy, and jeez it exposes so much of me," you said.
"Look, we're in Vegas, and frankly, I think most people don't give a rat’s ass, except the wives and girlfriends of guys that start to stare at you," I replied. "Dress A (https://tinyurl.com/y9qnfpbm), you'd be making a statement. I should point out that Dress A does come in black, which does make it a bit more formal. Dress B (https://tinyurl.com/y3b275aa), on the other hand, allows you to reveal as much as you want. I know it's not your color, but looking at the model with the blonde hair, it would work on you." Finally, there’s Dress C (https://tinyurl.com/y5xmqyj7). It showed way more skin than you were comfortable with, but you did make some home modifications and added snaps to them. I wanted just two closures, but you decided you needed three. We'll take all of them, and then you can make a decision when you get there."

You agreed and packed the dresses. The flight seemed to take forever, but I was glad to get our bags and get out of McCarran airport, grab our rental car, head to the Strip and the Bellagio. Flying isn’t as much fun any more given the security, hurry up and wait, but thankfully I no longer smoke, and that’s not a big issue anymore.
I know you were nervous about the whole thing, and I didn't bring it up again during the drive to the hotel. We pulled up to the port cochere and handed the keys to the valet there while the bell staff grabbed our luggage. Already the guys were admiringly giving you the once over as you got out of the car. As we approached the front desk area to check-in, I told you to relax on the sofa while I got us situated. I went through the rigors of checking us in, room cards, and head to the room with the bell leading the way. I booked us in one of the suite packages, and it did overlook the fountain and strip... I already had the best scene a guy could want. The bell cap led us to the elevator and tapped the floor button. You smiled at me, we kissed each other on the way up. Once the door to the elevator opened, the bell led the way to the room. I just asked the guy to leave bags at the foot the bed, tipped him nicely, and he left.
We had a few hours before dinner, and I asked if there was anything, in particular, you wanted for dinner. You weren't sure at that point, and I think it was nerves beginning to play on you. You did take the time to scout the room and liked the idea of a full tub with a whirlpool. I did let you know that rooms service was available 24/7, which perked up your ears. I did mention having you cloistered up in a room was not my preference. You smiled, knowing what I intended for our vacation.

One of the reasons for selecting the Bellagio was the sheer number of restaurants available and the cuisines. While not every venue was fabulous, but at least they were decent enough. They did have some places that had a dress code, although I often wondered how strict the enforcement is.
I took off my shirt, shoes, and socks, got comfortable in bed, opening up the directory to peruse the restaurants in the hotel that was available for dinner. "Boy," I said, looking up from the restaurant directory, "They do have something for everyone and every taste." The Mayfair Supper Club has a great view of the fountains along with nightly entertainment, Spagos, Japanese, Lago by Julian Serrano, a Steakhouse, Le Cirque, even Chinese. Course there's always room service. "Did you hear me?" I asked. You turned around from the window and look at me, eyes twinkling, "Sorry, babe, I was just looking at the view." I laughed and said, "There's only buildings and desert out there, nothing to see. The fountains are nice, and they have a good show from what I read.”
"I know, but I'm still in shock that I'm here, you're here, we're here in a hotel room in Las Vegas on the Strip no less. I got out of bed and walked over to you, hugged you, and kissed you softly. Took your hand and led you to the bed. You sat down, kicked your shoes and socks off, lying down. I walked over to the other side, lying next to you in the process. I stared at your face and grinned. "OK, what are you smiling about?" you inquired. I smiled again and said, "I'm just admiring your beauty. You have very little makeup on, and I'm looking at the most gorgeous woman in the world". You blushed as you usually do when I say those things. I brought my face close to you and kissed you. You accepted my kiss and opened your mouth to let our tongues play the eternal dance that lovers often do. I moved my hand and fingers down the side of your body, feeling you shake and quivering just a little. The goosebumps on your arm let me know that you liked it as usual. You paused for a moment and then looked behind you.

“What’s wrong?” I queried.
“The curtains are open.”
“And?”
“People can see us.”
“And?”
“Oh god,” I like having the lights on, but I’m too shy about the world.”
I got up, closed the curtain, and flipped the lights off. “Better?”
“Ummm, that’s only the sheer curtains. People can still see us.”
“No, I corrected, they can only see two bodies. They can’t even tell if we’re naked or not.”
“Jeez, you’re incorrigible.”
“No, I’m your Darkside, remember?”
You sighed, flashed a smile and said, “Get your sexy ass back here and make sure you’re naked.”
I gave a mock salute and said, “You need to be naked too.”

We both stripped down, and you attempted to pull back the covers. I stopped you and uttered, “Nope, on top of the covers, please.” There was a sigh from you, but you complied. We laid next to each other naked, and I looked down at your body. I knew you felt awkward whenever I looked at you despite my many accolades about you. I kissed you softly again, placing my hand on your hips and began to trace the outline of your curve. My hand reached your boobs, and I sensed your awareness of it when you sucked in your breath. I love touching your naked flesh, especially your seldom seen side boob. Your skin texture was soft, and the white color stood out in the dim room, lit up only by the outside ambient lights of the Vegas Strip. My hand wandered on your tits, and your excitement was growing as were your nipples. They harden under my caresses, and I enjoyed the sensations of rising passion in you. I began kissing you more, both of us ardent lovers and enjoying the open-mouth kiss with our tongues. You rolled on to your back, and I swung over with you to lay my naked body on yours. I began a slow journey down your naked body to revel in your skin, smell, and taste. You love my oral ministration of your body and how much I appreciated that aspect in our lovemaking. As I put it, “I’m worshipping your body.”

I was very thorough about ensuring I covered your naked form, which always helped set your frame of mind. You were appreciated and loved. I was down to your navel, and the excitement was building. Your face appeared was flushed as much as your chest. You saw my head going lower and lower with your legs spreading wider, thighs pulling back to give me more access. You realize I had paused and became aware I was looking again at your pussy.
“God, that’s so embarrassing when you do that,” you declared.

“I can’t help it, I whispered back. “It’s sexy, especially when you’re horny. All the blood has started rushing to it, giving a nice rosy red color. There’s also a sexy aroma that goes with it too”.
“Oh god, that’s so mortifying, and you know I can’t help it.”

“I know, but I still love looking and smelling it.”

I heard you gasp when my fingers touch the side of your pussy lips and splay them open to let me look even deep within your cunt. Your breathing picked up a little more, and you realize you were leaking even more. Embarrassed by my voyeurism, you recognized you were in a vicious cycle. The more self-conscious you were about it, the more you leaked juices and the hornier you became. The exhibitionist side of you enjoyed displaying how wanton you felt.
I ran my finger gently around your pussy lips, carefully avoiding entering you. I let my finger drift downward towards the bottom of your cunt, rubbing that area right between your pussy and anus. I noted that your juices had run copiously and down to your anus. Reaching down with both hands, I stretched both your pussy and anus, letting you know that I was admiring both holes at the same time.

I then announced to you, “God, I love looking at your pussy and anus, especially when you such hot slutty whore. Your juices are running down to the crack of your ass.”

Licking that area between your pussy and anus, I heard you gasping with delight and mewing from you. “Oh god, you’re such bad boy for doing that and telling me, but I love it. Please, please, puh-lease lick my ass and pussy.” I slowly let the tip of my tongue lap up and down your pussy and hearing you moan. “That feels so good, oh god,” you squealed.
I proceeded down to your pussy again and kissing that area between your anus and pussy, hearing you implore, “please, lick my ass.”

“Be specific,” I said. “What part of your ass do you want me to lick.”

“Damn you, my anus,” you spat. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes, right there, you bad boy. Make me your dirty little whore that loves having her anus licked,” you growled…

I stopped only to hear you howl with protest. “Goddamn it, why are you stopping? C’mon, I want more…”
“I know, and that’s why.”

“WTF?”

“You’re horny and agitated, which is exactly the state I want you. Let’s shower, change, and head out for a bite to eat. I’ll let you pick which dress to wear and how much you want to ‘show’ me. It’ll be your way of getting even”.

You pouted for a bit then decided, and said, “I’ll make you pay for this.” You opted to put Dress C on since it was in black and a bit more formal but still playful enough.

We showered together and kissed a lot even though I was erect and wanted it; both of us knew what laid before us. I let you dress and apply your “war paint” in peace. As you stepped out of the bathroom, I sucked my breath and whistled. “Wow.” I waited what seems like a lifetime while you got “ready.” You had on Dress C since it was black, which was more appropriate for nightwear. Damn, if your tits didn’t just speak volumes that told the world, “Yeah, I’m fucking hot and sexy, get over it and deal with it.” I could barely utter my admiration and said, again, “wow, you are so fucking hot in that dress. Guys will be drooling, and the women will be pissed.” You flashed your million dollar smile and simply said, “let go tiger.”

We left the room and towards the elevator. I pushed the down button, and we waited about a minute or so before one of the doors opened. Inside there were two couples, a young couple that appeared to be newlyweds and an older couple. The older guy had his eyes wide open when he saw you, and his wife wasn’t pleased about it given the nudge (elbow check) she gave him. Even the younger guy looked you over at least once that I could tell and was nervous because his wife seems to notice where his eye rested. Both women weren’t pleased about it judging from the head toss I saw from the younger woman as they left the elevator. You giggled and whispered to me, “you were right about the dress.”

I chose Mina’s because I’ve never had his food, but his two signature restaurants, with one being in San Francisco and the other in Las Vegas, have an excellent reputation. Plus, it didn’t hurt that foie gras was on the menu. I did want you to at least taste it once in your life. While I was hungry, I didn’t want a huge meal and feel stuffed to the gills, but I wanted a nice meal with the ambiance.

Dining together was excellent, and while there was some sexual tension, we both knew it would keep. After the entrée was finished, I leaned over to you and whispered, “So how do you feel in that dress?” “Kind of naked but yet not,” you replied. “I’m practically naked under this dress with only the breast lifts and a g-string. That’s about as naked as you can get.” You blushed as you uttered those words.

“Well, you could remove your g-string, but you might stain your dress,” I noted.
“God, I knew you would say that.”

You looked away for a moment and then said, “I’ll do it. Help me out of the chair.”
I got up and moved the chair out for me and allowed you to head over the lady's room. You came back, your face a bit red, and I became aware you had released one of the snaps on your dress, so it rode higher up your thigh, exposing more you. I stood up to help you into the seat I asked if everything was all right.

“Yes, but god, I feel so damn naked right now. There’s nothing under this dress.”
“But how do you feel?”
“Fucking horny, you bastard, and you know that. I’m practically naked in public, but at least I’m the only one besides you that knows that.”
“I dunno, there is your smell, and I noticed the slits in your dress are a bit higher,” I grinned widely at that statement.

Earlier the snap covered the slit at about 2 inches above the knees. The slit now was near to your mid-thigh, much like the model that wore the black dress. Your creamy white skin contrasted against the black dress.

“Yes, I did some ‘adjustment’ on the dress. I know you’d love it. Oh god, I forgot about that. Can you really smell me?”
“Well I know you and your smell” I watched as you blushed hard at the thought that other people around you could tell. “Some of the women aren’t too happy with you and your alteration. I want to tell them; she’s expensive but worth it”.
“Don’t you dare even think about it” you smiled when saying that.
“Do you want coffee and/or dessert?”
“No, but I would like another drink, please.”
I got the attention of our wait staff and ordered another drink for you. When it arrived, you took a big gulp. “Easy princess, I want you relaxed and uninhibited. Not sick or hurling”.
“I know, sorry, but thanks for reminding me. I am feeling relaxed though I think I want to unsnap at least another one.
You moved your hand slowly down the side, and I heard the distinct unsnapping of one of the buttons. You did the same to the other side.

We sat for some time after dinner, chatted a bit about what else we wanted to do and see. The staff kept coming over to refill our water glasses and ask if there was anything else we needed. “Wow, I never had my water glass filled so often,” you commented. “Well, it isn’t because of me,” I replied. “Like it or not, you are the star of tonight’s show here.”

“What?!? Me?
“Yes, you…jeez, those girls are just sticking out there for all to see, and let’s face it… the girls look awesome as shallow as it sounds. You’re putting to shame women half your age, and the ones near your age are kind of pissed about it. Guys near us appear to be trying to be casual, but I know they’re trying to look without getting caught.”
We both laughed about it.
“You do know these are for you and you alone. No matter what those guys offer, I will never give up any part of me to anyone else.”
“I know, and I appreciate it. Can I hang a sign on the girls? Property of Ryker Yamada”.
We both laughed again at that.

You are such a sexy siren right now, it’s a shame we have to leave. Can we at least get some coffee? “I’m enjoying you in my head, and knowing the guys and gals around us are jealous.
Still sitting, I heard the familiar “SNAP” as you unbuttoned the last one. Pushing aside the dress fabric in front of your body to expose all of your legs. Pushing back the chair slightly, you pulled a Sharon Stone by turning your body towards me and looking at my face, slowly crossed your legs and giving me a flash that you were indeed utterly naked under that dress. At least below the waist.

“Are you sure you want that coffee” you seductively smiled.

I immediately signaled for the check, got that squared away as quickly as I could. I offered my hand as I pulled the seat away from you. “At least there isn’t a wet spot…yet” I whispered. It had the desired effect as you blushed again.
We walked out of the restaurant to the relief of the women there and the disappointment of the men. I think the guys were conscious about the slits on your dress got a lot higher, or they missed something when you entered the restaurant. Our waiter made it a point to stop us and thank us, inviting us back again soon.

You flashed him a sexy smile, stepped forward to show your leg, and simply said, “Thank you for a great evening.” We slowly walked out, holding hands and headed to the elevator. I stepped back while waiting for the elevator to arrive and looked at you again. You were curious and asked what I was doing. “Just admiring you and reminding myself how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

The elevator opened, we stepped inside, and I pushed our floor. I drew you near me and kissed you feeling you melting away. While I was holding on to your ass, I didn’t do anything else. You were kind of curious as to why… “Cameras are everywhere these days,” I said. “Oh,” you whispered, “I had forgotten about it.” I did rub and caress your ass while kissing you but didn’t give the cameras any skin to see.

The elevator door opened and we walked to our room. I turned and said, “You ready?”
“Always”
The maid had provided turn down service and drew back the top comforter. She also had pulled the sheer curtain closed but the not the blackout ones.

You slipped off your heels and exclaimed, “Now that is definitely a relief.”
“Stay by the window for now,” I asked
“Why?”
“I’m bringing out some of our toys.” You watched as I brought the one you love the most: Restraints. I saw you licking your lips in anticipation of what promised to be a most intriguing conclusion. It took about 15 minutes to get the rigging done. I let you stand by the window and saw how flushed you got.
“Close your eyes.” It was a command, not a request.

You dutifully closed your eyes. I placed a blindfold over your head and covered your eyes. I could feel you trembling a bit from excitement and expectation. You gasped when heard the curtains being moved.

“W-What are you doing?”
“I’m opening the curtain.”
“B-But…”
“Shhh’ and I held my finger to your lips.

You started to tremble a bit more when you felt me untieing the halter top. You were transfixed at that moment, realizing you would be naked and exposed. I finished unhooking the top of the dress and let it fall to the floor. I sucked in my breath to admire your hot body. I noticed your nipples were erect, and you gasp as I reached out to touch them.

“Spread your legs,” another command. “More.”

I reached down to rub your pussy lightly, and to my delight, you were slick and aroused. I turned you around and walked you over to the foot of the bed. I maneuvered your body and had your back facing the head of the bed. I helped you to sit on the edge of the bed and instructed you to lie back down on it, move up, and spread your limbs. I proceeded to secure your wrists and ankles, watching your breathing get deeper. I stepped back to admire my handiwork… a beautiful blonde princess, helplessly tied up, blindfolded, and unable to stop me from exploring her body.

I removed all of my clothing and rested on your body. That calmed you down quite a bit, knowing I was just as naked as you. I kissed you softly but entirely on the lips, and you welcomed my tongue to meet yours. After a while, I moved to the side of you give myself ample space to play with your naked body. I ran my hand on those magnificent tits and loved the hardness of your nipples. I went back on top to suckle on those, and my reward was hearing you moan with delight.

“You love this…being helpless to stop me from ravaging your body, don’t you?”
“Oh, god, yes. I’m such a bad, bad girl, but I can’t help it.”

I reach down to run my finger on your pussy and again, pleased to feel the slickness of your pussy. “Yes, I can tell you love being my slut and sex slave.” Your hips thrust forward in a vain attempt to get me to penetrate your hot pussy.

“Please, please, finger fuck my pussy babe, I need to be your slut and whore.”
“Princess, we have a long way to go. I’ve started to smell your juices again. I love that you are so turned on already that your pussy is wet”.

I brought my cock up to close to your mouth, and you flicked your tongue to taste.

“Yes, baby, I love to taste your precum, and I love the fact you’re hard because of your personal little whore.”
I let you nibble on the head of my cock and reached back to gently rub your cunt. I spread your pussy apart so you could feel the cold air.
“oh, oh, oh… fuck me, fuck me…goddamn it. I need something in my cunt”.

I was getting too close to cumming and had to pull my cock away. You moaned a protest and then realized my head was near your pussy. You felt my lips and tongue around that hot, wet vagina of yours.

“Yes baby, lick my pussy, oh god I need you to lick my pussy.”
“C’mon,” I said, “you can talk dirtier than that”
“You bastard, eat my slutty cunt. That hot pussy is yours I want you to lick me clean and make me your dirty little whore.”

I spread your pussy apart to admire you and know how you usually get embarrassed about me looking so closely at your most intimate part. But I realized you were beyond shame and relished the thought of me looking and hearing me inhale to catch your aroma. Indeed, you got even more excited when you became aware that I was now pulling apart your ass cheeks. That meant, “oh god, yes,” as you felt my tongue begin to lick your anus.

“Yes, lick my ass you bad boy, I’m such a dirty girl for wanting that. You made me into such a slut”.
“Yes, I know. Only naughty girls like you need to have their anus played with and enjoy it.”

You felt my finger reach up to caress your clit and send waves of pleasure having your ass and clit played with at the same time. I used my other fingers to play with your pussy lips and revel in your wetness. Make short motions to penetrate but yet not penetrating at all. Your body grew more insistent and straining at the straps holding you back.

“Oh god, please, I need to cum baby. I’m on fire. Puh-lease…”

I stopped what I was doing and heard you wail in protest…

I brought my hard cock up to your face, “Smell it slut, you made me hard and leak precum,” clean it up.”

Eagerly you licked and cleaned my cock, relishing every bit of the precum that you caused.
I moved my hips back down and began rubbing all along your wet cunt. “You like that, don’t my little slutty whore?”

“Yes, oh god, please fuck me, use me like the slut I am. I’m your slut and only your slut. My body is yours to use for your pleasures”.

My cock burned at the touch of your pussy and juices… “Jeez,” I thought, she so hot as I continued to rub my cock along your pussy lips. Your tits were heaving to get more of my cock to penetrate you.

“You love this, don’t you?”
“God, yes… C’mon, fuck me damn it. I want your cock in me.”

You howled with protest as I stopped and began kissing your pussy area, but now you felt my fingers probing your pussy and anus again.

“Yes, yes, that’s it…finger fuck me, please, oh god. Lick me, lick me,” you wailed.

I slowly penetrated your pussy with one of my fingers and was rewarded with your hissing at the initial probe. I slowly, with great care, probed your hot and very cunt up to my first knuckle.
“More goddamn it, deeper babe,” you implored.
I put a finger in deeper to my second knuckle, and again, you whimpered. I flexed it around your pussy, knowing you could feel it touching your walls.

“oh god,” you hoarsely whispered, “why am I such a fucking slutty whore with you.” I know your question was more a statement rather being inquisitive.
“You know I can really smell how slutty you are. I know you are embarrassed and turned on all at the same time, and this not something you’re used to.”

I began to kiss lightly and lick your clit, sending more shivers down your body and amplifying your sexual drive. You always loved the fact that I enjoyed making you horny beyond all recognition and that this was something you’ve never experienced before. A lover that puts your needs wants and desires ahead of his own. I truly adore and appreciate your responses to my touches, caresses, kisses, licks while exploring your body. There was not a part of you that was off-limits or considered too deprave for you. You not only welcomed it but loved being possessed by the hedonistic experience. You have someone that appreciated who you were and not judge you for it. You were free to express your innermost wishes and dark yearnings.
I plunged my finger deep into your wet hot pussy to get all your juice on it. Swirling my finger deep inside as you creamed all over it. I pulled it out quickly and heard your whine in protest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, put it back, you bastard.”
“Damn,” I thought I really have her on fire. I began to probe your anus with that finger and loved hearing your gasping as you understood where I was going with it.
“Yeah, that’s it, probe your slut’s ass, finger fuck my ass. I’m your fucking little slutty whore that wants her ass to be used”.

I then place two fingers at the entrance of your pussy, and before you grasped it, I felt my two fingers penetrate your pussy, and my lone finger went deep in your anus.

“Oh god, that’s it, use me, please. I’m your fucking slut…use my holes for your pleasure you pleaded.
You then felt my lips on your clit as I began licking it, sending you into orbit.
“Oh god, that’s it, don’t stop, please don’t stop. Let me cum, please, keep fucking me, keep fucking, keep fucking me.

I held on sucking and licking on your clit while finger fucking both your holes.
Your climax came quickly and deeply, with your whole body thrashing about on the bed.
“Yes, yes, yes…oh god, oh god, keep fucking me,” you screamed as I continued to suck on your clit and finger fuck your holes. Finally, I felt you trying to move away from my mouth and knew that your clit was way too sensitive, and you need a break.

I unlocked from the restraints and simply held you in my arms, hearing the quiet sobs of a very gratified and pampered woman.


Part II The Show

I got some water for you which you drank copiously. “Ah, that’s good, thanks, I needed to rehydrate. Now it’s my turn,” you smiled wickedly. “Just stay there on the bed, this will take a while to prep.”

Curious, I did what I was told and turned on the lights while I waited. Flipped the tv on since I suspected I might be here a while, I did what any red-blooded male does, channel surf. There really wasn’t much to see, and it wasn’t like home where I had a multitude of channels to choose from. I settled on a music channel and selected jazz. I must’ve have fallen asleep when I was startled by your voice, “A couple of more minutes, hun. Promise.” I began to hear some music coming from the bathroom. I couldn’t quite make it out thru the door, then lights went off in the bathroom, and the door was opened slightly. I flipped the TV sound off.

Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” was unmistakable as you cranked up the volume on your iPhone. A little leg or actually ankle, then a smiling face peeked out of the doorway. A lot more leg, which was pretty bare, and then you came out to show me your outfit. You had on black heels, short mini plaid skirt, a long sleeve white blouse, white thigh-high hose, and hair in two ponytails that completed the schoolgirl look.  I was grinning from ear to ear. I forgot the lights were on in the room, and you strutted over to the main light switch to flip it off. You moved over to nightstand lights on one side, bending over with great exaggeration to expose your lovely ass, and flipped the light off. Walking over to the other side of the bed, you once again did the same thing and made sure you expose as much as you could. That red thong didn’t hide much, and it also let me know there was something else underneath that.

You walked over to the curtains to close the sheer panels on both sides. You turned around to face me. Dancing to the beat of the music was a joy for me to watch. I knew I was in for a real treat. Granted, you weren’t a professional, but I knew that your sole purpose was to tease and entice me. The song wasn’t very long at 4 minutes plus, but it was enough to warm you and get my blood circulating.

Then I heard Eric Clapton’s Blues in A start it’s mournful wail. You paraded to the middle of the window and turned your back towards me, looking over your shoulder with that come hither. You slowly turned your head in the other direction and repeated that look, giving a more smoldering look. Turning with music back to face me, you swayed with the music, as if the tune was feeling you. Hips swaying in a slow rhythmic beat, the dance was mesmerizing. Rotating to give me a profile of you, you reached down and pretended to be adjusting your shoes, but really it was to give your skirt another chance to ride up to show that nice round ass. Turning your body again to face me, you did the same bend again and then, feigning surprise, stood up and wagged your fingers to the outside as to admonish the ghostly viewers. You then unbuttoned one of the buttons on the cuff and did the same to the other side. You pulled up the sleeve to show your wrist, and my mouth went a little dry. Reaching for the sleeve buttons, you undid those and rolled up the sleeves a little. You reached for the top button of the shirt to open that one and allowed your hands to drift to the bottom-most button and opened that one. You pulled the chair from the desk and placed in near me.

You lifted your legs to casually remove your shoes by kicking them off one by one. Placing your leg onto the chair and, with slow deliberateness, rolled your hose off your legs while closing your eyes as if removing them gave you such sensuous pleasure. After taking the stockings off both legs, you let fall unto my hard cock, and you smiled upon seeing the precum on it. I reached to touch you, but you stepped back, and with all the sultriness, you could muster,
“Not yet.”
Moving the chair out of the way, for now, you began to unbutton your shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, you finished and then turned around. In true striptease fashion, you opened your shirt while your back was towards me and then shrugging your shoulders, let it fall off. Holding it in front of you, you turned around to face me and move towards the light filtering curtains on one side. You place that curtain in front of your body and then let your shirt slowly let fall away and displayed a very tiny top that barely hid your nipples. The rest of your boobs were exposed. Walking alongside the window, holding on to one side of the curtain, you drew back one side of the panel.and then repeated to close the other side. You heard the audible cue that lets you know you are now at the halfway mark.

You spun around to face the outside and grasping both panels you just closed you opened them up again. You were showing the world your near topless body. There was only a tiny little bikini top covering your nipples, and I know how hard that was for you to expose yourself to the world like that. You quickly moved to open the curtains on both sides, again exposing us to the outside world. Turning back to me, I knew you were as excited because both of your nipples were very hard and protruding in the bikini top.

By now, the audio cue for the two minutes kicked in. You leisurely pulled down the zipper on the back of the skirt and making a little cooing sound to tell me that removing it is giving you immense gratification. Pushing the short skirt down, you revealed the red thong underneath, stepping away from the skirt. Moving and swaying to the 4 beat blues with nothing more than a string top and thong made if very difficult for me. I simply want to reach out and throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out. But you were putting on a show of a lifetime for me. You tugged at the bikini top and went to the window. Still facing the outside, you pulled the top string and the then the back string but held the bikini up to your tits to hide your nipples. You then simply dropped to reveal them to the outside world. Turning around and facing me, you rolled your nipples and looked at me as if to say, “you want these, don’t you?”

At the one minute mark, You tugged the thong and let slide down your legs and stepped out of them to show me a tie-side microkini bottom. It barely covered your pussy. I could tell it was sopping wet because the material had different and darker shade going on. You strutted back and forth in front of the window. You turned around and had your back to me and pulled the knots on both sides. You were still facing the open window and simply tossed the bottom to the ground and spun to face me.

I started to get up, but you stopped and said in a halting voice, “No, not yet, I’m not through with you yet. I was in for another surprise. The curtains to the window were open, and if anyone was looking, they could see the silhouette of you near me. The only light was from the tv, and it was very dim.


Part III Lapdance

“God,” I thought I want to take you now. “Shit, I can smell you. You want to fuck as well.”
“This is a bonus dance,” you hoarsely whispered.
The next song kicked in, and I heard Nine Inch Nails, “Physical” startup. It has a slow beat, although the metronome is listed at 160. The backbeat is literally at 70. It is deliberate but very high energy.
Still completely naked, you reached out with your hands… I grasped them and started to pull you towards me, but instead, you led me to the chair that you left out. Pointing to it and bade me sit there. I sat as instructed and watched.

Turning towards me, you placed your hands on my shoulder and began to move your hips forward and backward, fucking air as it were. You moved your naked body closer to me, and I could literally smell your sexual arousal aroma. There was no mistake of that intoxicating odor emanating from you. I knew that smell and loved how it made my olfactory senses go off the charts.

You kept moving your hips, and then I felt your pussy, your very wet pussy sliding on my thigh. Looking straight at me and then tossing your head back while you continued to fuck my leg and leave a damp pussy trail marks.
You spread your legs apart placed one on either side of my legs, brushing your soaked pussy on my hard cock. You licked your lips to let me know that you were horny as if I needed that hint. Reaching down between your legs, your fingers caressed around your vulva, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your head leaned back, but your body moved closer to mine. We were connected simply by the contact of naked skin to naked skin. You dipped your fingers deeply and sucked in your breath, and then brought up your fingers to my nose. Knowing I did have a keen sense of smell, you let you finger dally under while I inhaled that intoxicating perfume. You brought down to my lips to let me taste your juices, all the while looking directly at me.

Pushing off me, you headed to the bed and laid your naked body on it. You rolled on your stomach and then proceeded to raise your butt up off the bed. Reaching behind, you spread your ass cheeks so I could see your pussy and anus. I was as hard as a rock. My precum kept leaking out because of your show. Reaching between your legs, you began to finger fuck yourself, with the appropriate guttural sounds. I was watched you masturbate in front of me, and I was aching to ravage you.

You turned over onto your back and spread your legs to give the most intimate view of your pussy. I’ve always loved that you keep it shaved and lets me smell all of your sexual aromas. While you get embarrassed about it, I know you also love it. It touches the exhibitionist streak inside of you. You reached down with both hands to spread your pussy apart and allow me to see how wet you are. Placing a finger near your pussy, you slowly twirled it around, entering your love chamber and pulled away from it. Your arousal fluid was copious, judging from the ‘spider web’ you made while carrying out that action.

The music had ended, and I upped the volume on the TV, so the smooth jazz channel would mask some of the “noise” we would create. Hopefully, it wasn’t too loud to piss the neighbors around us because I knew how enthusiastic you can be. I love your vocal cries of pleasure made me cum as hard as you.

I crawled up alongside you, naked. I kissed you intensely and felt your passion in return. I started to nuzzle you and planted kissed on your neck. You felt little vampire bites and nibbles, making your breath come in shallow waves. My hands gently grasp your boobs, and I always marvel at how they respond to my touches, kisses, and licks. You gasped when I started to suckle on your nipples, and I could tell that it made you release even more pussy juice. I rolled on top of you and brought my hard cock up to your pussy. I grabbed and rubbed it up and down your cunt and elicited more mews of delight.

“C’mon, fuck me, you know you want to, and you know I want it,” you murmured.
“God, I love what a hot fucking slut you are with me.” I groaned as I felt the slickness of your pussy.
“I’m your fucking slut, and no one else owns me.”
I began to rub a little deeper into that hot willing slut hole, and I heard you grunting and moaning for more.
“Please babe, stick that hard cock into me. I want you to fill me up and complete me. I need to know I am your slut. Own me”

I slowly penetrated your cunt, feeling that incredible burning sensation of being enveloped by you. I completed that journey, and we locked our pelvis together, deeply kissing to add to the overpowering feeling.
Hearing you whimpering as I withdrew, I began the eternal love dance of man and woman. Our naked bodies locked together. Back and forth we went, our breathing deepened with each passing minute. Kissing with our tongues, our naked bodies sweating, hips swinging at each, wanting to dive and immerse ourselves completely.
I reached down to your clit and began to rub it gently. That sent you over the edge, and you began to wail.

“Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cuuummmm.

Your hips thrust hard upwards, driving to get all of me. I kept fucking you and loved hearing you wail loudly to the world about your orgasm.
Breathing hard for a moment, I reached down again to rub you’re your clit and once more sent you into another frenetic orgasm. Thrashing on my cock, I felt you squeezing it, literally milking it. “oh god, oh god, that feel so good… I can’t take any more”.
I kept fucking you, and you kept pumping more slut juice out. Faster and faster, harder and harder, I kept pounding you until I reached one more time for your clit.

“Babe, I don’t think I can, that was too much for me.” I continued to lightly massage your clit while fucking you. Then it happened…

I saw your mouth open and then sound… “ohhhhhh, yeeessss, that’s it, right there, don’t stop, rub harder, keep fucking me, keep… and your voice trailed off. It was replaced by a loud wail of orgasmic delight. I kept slamming into your pussy and felt your slick vaginal walls sucking my cock and sending me into an explosive frenzy. “Take it, take it, take my sperm juice, slut. Fuck, fuck, oh god.” I spurted and poured my cum deep into you. All of our juices mixed together in a cacophony of self-indulgent delight. It seemed to last forever for both of us.
I slumped forward to catch my breath and let you find yours. Your breathing was labored, and I asked if you were OK.
“Yeah, babe, sorry it was just so intense. That last was too much. I’ve never had someone that actually worked to make me feel good.”
“I love making you feel good and wanted. You are a sexy and jeez that lapdance was hot.”
We kissed softly and fell asleep holding each other.


Part IV The Club

The next day we hung around the hotel and relaxed. Neither of us enjoys gambling that much, although when I do play, I like playing Blackjack because of the odds while still tilted in favor of the House, afforded the best opportunity to make some money. Being a numbers kind of person and I will count cards but avoid getting caught. Las Vegas casinos are not keen on card counters. They consider them cheats.

Anyway, after last night we were both felt ‘used up’ and wanted to recharge the batteries, especially me.

We got up late, ate lightly for breakfast. Sort of wandered around the hotel to marvel at the shops and restaurants. The Bellagio is enormous, and there’s a lot to see although the shops are like, meh.
Since we did have a car, I asked if you wanted to drive around and see some of the sites. You agreed, and off we went. We cruised the Strip, and I had forgotten how bad traffic can be. But we had no particular place in mind, and it’s been decades since I saw the Strip and downtown Vegas. We stopped off an exit and just cruised some of the side surface streets. We weren’t looking for anything in particular, but we did enjoy the lights even in the day time.
I turned off the Strip and head toward the freeway but got a little lost. I punched up directions on my cell, and then we saw this club. ‘Little Darlings’ lit up, flashing us, and what really caught my eye was a sign that simply said, ‘Amateur Night.’ I pointed it out to you.

“Oh no, no way,” you said. “You’re not getting me on stage in public. It’s one thing in private even with the curtains drawn back but not in public like that.”
“I dunno, you kind of enjoyed being on display like that. Besides, I know at the end of the day, you’re not going home with anyone else but me.”
“Having all those eyes on me, I might have a panic attack, especially naked.”
“You’ll probably get into show towards the end if not the middle. The lights are pretty bright, and from what I understand, it’s hard to see. You’ll just need a couple of drinks to get you over the hump.”
“I’m going to need a whole freakin bottle,” you laughed.
“Let’s go check it out,” I said.
“Oh no, no way.”
“Look, I promise I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You know that”
You sighed and said, “OK, but no funny business and no promises. I have to admit I’m a little curious to see what goes.”
“I haven’t been at a strip club since my last time as a visitor in San Francisco. That was several decades ago, and it was pretty tame.”


I parked close but not right in front of the entrance. The bouncer/guard asked for IDs and let us in. I was asked which package I wanted to get. I said I was here more information and what was required to sign up for the amateur event. The gal was sweet about the whole thing and patiently went through what was needed to perform as an amateur.

[cut to the next night]

I let you have a drink of some fru fru whipped cream vodka at the hotel bar, and we headed out in our rental.
“God, I’m so nervous about this, but the drink did calm me down.”
“Relax, you’ll be great up there, just remember to look at me and perform to me.”

We got the club, got out, and walked up. I explained why we were here, and the guy let us and pointed us in the right direction. “Hey Julie, this gal is signing up for tonight,” the guy yelled.
“OK, got it. C’mon and sit down folks, and I’ll be back in a minute.

We sat, and within about five minutes, Julie appeared with the paperwork and went over the rules. “This is a full nude place, which is why we don’t serve alcohol. You can do one or the other, but not both.” After signing off and showing IDs, we headed to the booth near the stage you would “working on” and ordered two sodas. I snuck a small airline bottle of tequila and poured it into your drink. “It’ll help you relax a bit more,” I said. “You’ll be relaxed but not falling down drunk.”
Gratefully you sipped the now “adult” drink and let the alcohol worked the magic in you. We watched the girls dance, and you really could feel the energy in this place. Julie came by after about 30 minutes later, which allowed you to finish your drink, and took you backstage, into the dressing room.

[cut to strip scene]

Even without alcohol, the place was noisy and loud. There were a few other girls first, and then finally, it was your turn.
You and I agreed on the button-down dress since it gave you a lot of options, and it was simple yet sexy. There are the waist tie and buttons to remove, but that was all. It didn’t require any unusual movement on your part, including pulling down an outfit or, worse, overhead. It allowed you to control as much or as little that you wanted to expose to the audience. For the music, I suggested Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard. I figured the bass section would help you focus on the rhythm with the pounding bass. It might have been a non-original selection, but you were familiar with it and knew how it ended.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm round of applause to a first-time contestant here at Little Darlings or, for that matter, anywhere else, T A Y L O R. There was loud applause from the gallery knowing they would have a “virgin” performer. I could see your silhouette on the side of the stage, and then they hit you with the lights. The hoops and hollers were loud and appreciative. You flashed a nervous smile when the lights hit you. You really went heavy with the makeup, but you looked fabulous and sexy. Some of the other girls did the same, but they wound up looking a bit trashy. You strained to find me under the bright lights but only knew about where I was sitting and strutted over to the pole in the middle of the stage. It appeared your John Robert Powers training did come in handy after all. Even though you were nervous, you exuded some confidence, which was really a testament to you. You grabbed the pole with two hands and lean back, shaking your hair and then flashing a big smile in my direction.

You stopped, facing my seat position, slowly pulled on the tie around your waist. When you completed, you held it up like a trophy, and the crowd whistle and hollered their appreciation. A few dollar bills were being tossed on stage. Standing with your back towards me, you moved your hands to the top and then bottom to unbutton the dress. Slowly doing a turn, you showed the audience what you did, and then you raised the hem of your garb to display a lot of bare hips. I’m thinking, is she naked under her outfit? No, she had to at least have her microkini on. As you continue to lift your skirt portion of your dress, just as it got near your pussy line, you let go of the material, dropping the hemline down. Exaggerated but loud sighs of disappointment rippled through the crowd. My cock was hard thinking of you naked underneath your clothing.

You began to unbutton the on the top but stopped and undid the one in the middle. There was a collective groan from the audience, and then someone shouted, “Do the top, do the top.” The onlookers picked up the chant, and then you did something that told me you were really getting into it. You leaned on one side on the pole, brought up your other hand, and began wagging it in no-no direction as if to scold the audience. You pouted a bit to ‘show’ displeasure, then reached below to undo another button. Leaning back on the pole, you parted the dress a bit to give exposure to your inner thigh, bringing another considerable roar. More dollars were now being tossed onto the stage. A sure sign that guys were enjoying it. I was really leaking precum now.

I saw someone from the backstage yell something to you, and then you undid the rest of the buttons. More dollars were being flung to the stage. You shrugged one side of the dress and then the other to bare your shoulders. Turning around so that your back was facing me, and you held up the dress covering your tits until you slowly brought your hands downward, and the top portion of your dress fell below your waist. The folks on that side were tossing bills on the stage, which meant you were naked on top. I was floored that you were exposed on top with nothing beneath, and my cock was straining in my pants just thinking about it. The audience was in ecstasy, and your smile was all I needed to know that you were enjoying it. Your eyes acknowledged the power you had over the audience with a smile that elicited groans of excitement from the audience. At the final beat of the song, you dropped the dress away, and the crowd erupted with catcalls, whistles, cheering like the first couple of gals didn’t get. Completely naked and exposing your entire body, you then did something I didn’t expect; facing my seat, you squatted down, reached for your pussy, and spread them apart. The spectators could see your pussy was shimmering with your juices. The crowd was in a frenzy, and you were making it rain with bills. The spotlight was left on for a bit, and then it went dark.

I could make out your shadow as you scampered quickly off stage, collecting the bills left on stage. A couple of the stagehands helped you. You were dressed in the clothes you came and removed all of Taylor’s make up. Your eyes were bright and shiny with this over the top smile on your gorgeous face.

“Aren’t you going back up there to see if you won?”
“Nope, don’t care, I made a $100 bucks, and I want to fuck your brains out.”
With that, I paid the bill, and we head back to the hotel with memories that would not be forgotten.



Part V The Road Back

Driving back to the hotel was quiet for both us, although as I kept glancing at you, I could see your chest rising and falling at a pretty rapid pace.

I wasn’t concerned that you might have a heart attack but did ask, “Are you OK?”
“Yes,” came back the reply. “I’m shaking a bit, but I think it’s from the adrenaline rush. I was scared, excited, and turned on, all at the same time.”
“I think you were probably scared, at least initially,” I paused, and let thought that sink in. “It’s not exactly your everyday event in your life, hell it’s never been in my life. Seeing you step out on stage, and then the kicker was grasping that you were completely naked underneath that dress.”

“Yeah, I know. I decided since it was a short dance, I was just going to give it everything I had and not hold back. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it, hope you’re not mad or upset with me that I didn’t discuss or even tell you.”
“No princess, I was simply overwhelmed with, and well for lack of a better word, horniness.” I mean, everyone, at least the guys, loved it, and you brought so much energy to the number.” If a guy’s dick wasn’t hard, he had to be a eunuch. That brought laughter much to our relief as I think it bothered you to some degree that you hadn’t said anything beforehand.

“Did you like that last part? I didn’t plan that one, it just seemed like I should really do a show that no one would forget.”
“Well, you succeeded, and then some. I mean, the place went bananas, and guys were coming from the other rooms to find out why there was so much noise and cheering going on. The manager came over and asked if you would dance another number or be willing to perform tomorrow night for another show. I told him I don’t think so. It was a one-time special occasion for you.

“Really? The manager asked if I would do another? Wow, wasn’t expecting that”. How do you feel about it if I did another one?”
We arrived at the hotel entrance and pulled the car up and said, “let’s talk about this in the room.”
“Ok.”

The valet’s rushed to open up your door and to help you out. I got the ticket and handed off the key to the valet.
You placed your arm into my arm, and we walked over to the elevators. Pushing the call button, we waited in silence for the elevator doors to open. Hearing the ding and looking at the lights, when the doors opened, we stepped in, and I selected our floor. Your breathing had returned to a more normal pace, although you still had this giant smile on your face.
Opening the door to our room, the maid had completed the turndown service for us. I hung the Do-not-Disturb sign on the doorknob. We turned off the lights and simply took off our clothes. We climbed into bed naked and started kissing each other. “So, you finally whispered, would you want me to go back and perform?”

“I don’t have issues, but you have to want to go back. It’s not a matter of me wanting you to perform again. You already gave that fantasy and turned it into reality. This time it has to be because you want to. Of course, I’d have to be there, and I’ll admit there was jealousy because I know the guys were looking at you and they were fantasizing what you were like in bed. Hell, they want to fuck you, I know that, and I can’t blame them for it. But I also know that you wouldn’t. Now, you have to tell me how you felt and what you’re thinking about.”

I saw your mind furiously going into overtime mode… typical Taylor and start overprocessing things. I said, “let’s start at the very beginning when you went backstage to prepare for the show. What made you decide to go full commando under the outfit?”
“It was for you. I knew you were there and I wanted to really give you a show that you wouldn’t forget. Plus, when I asked about the song, they said fine, but at just under 5 minutes, there wouldn’t be a whole lot of time for dancing or anything else. Are you mad?”
“Again, nope, not in the least. I was just surprised, but it was a fantastic surprise, and as I said before, not a limp dick in the audience.”
You laughed at that thought and asked, “You really think so?”
“I guarantee it. That does bring me back to the question of would you want to do it again?”
“Right now, I just need to be fucked into oblivion.”

I rolled on top of your body, kissing and nibbling your neck. I always love hearing you moan with delight and being already turned on from earlier this evening, I reached to feel how wet you were. I was not disappointed and felt your slick and wet pussy.

“Yessss, baby, right there. God, I was thinking about you all night long. I know you were looking at me. Did you like how your slut performed?”
“Oh yeah, baby, you were so fucking hot on stage, and watching the guys throwing those dollar bills meant that you were performing a great show. There were guys from other rooms stopping by to find out what was going on.
“I have to admit, I loved showing off like that, and what about that last part when I squatted down and spread my slutty cunt?”
“That’s what sent the guys in the room into a frenzy. If their dicks were out, every one of them probably would’ve cummed. In fact, I bet some did.”
I began to enter your hot, juicy pussy and heard you groaning with delight.
“Right there, babe, oh god, I was thinking about your hard cock in me when I squatted. Fuck me, you bastard, I’m your slut, your pleasure slave.”

I plunged deeply into you feeling your sugar walls close tightly around my cock. I continued to fuck you like a man obsessed with owning every intimate inch of you. Again and again, I was compelled and driven to fuck you, to possess you, mind, body, and soul. Our naked bodies were locked together, with our foreheads touching… breathing into each other.

“Oh god, Ryker, don’t stop, keep fucking me,” you implored. “Take me, take me, take me now.”
“Baby, I’m coming, god, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum in me…fill me with your jizz.”

Our pelvis’ slammed into each other desperate to share all of life’s essence. You felt my hard cock expand and contract in you, filling you up and marking you as mine. Your orgasm was like an earthquake from the deepest parts of the earth. Both of us caught in a vise of sexual ecstasy that couldn’t be explained, it had to be felt.

Your quiet sobs of pleasures were noted by me, and I kissed you tenderly, whispering, “Thank you love.” You were still heaving a bit trying to catch your breath. We paused in repose, each of us in silent awe of our lovemaking to each other. Both of us paying homage to the unseen force that guided us.

I used my forearms for leverage and took my weight off of you, but you had arms around me and pressed me forward, so our naked bodies touched again. We kissed as ardent lovers do, both of us enjoying the moment.
“Shower?” I asked.
“No, I want to keep your scent and mine together for as long as possible.
With that, we kissed and fell asleep.


Part VI Morning After

My body clock woke me up even though the blackout curtain was closed and did an excellent job of keeping the sunlight out. I rolled out of bed after moving my arm that was under you. It tingled as the blood came back into my arteries. I looked down at your naked body and felt how lucky I was to have you in my life. I got, walked over to the bathroom, closing the door behind. I flipped the light on and was momentarily dazzled by the brightness of it. God, my body was a little stiff, and it was letting me know. I took a pee sitting since I didn’t have to aim it and decided a shower was in order. I flipped the water and let it heat up a bit before engaging the shower mode. I stepped and closed the door to let water pour over me. Jeez, that felt good, and my limbs started coming back to life. I did the Hollywood shower routine and simply let the water cascade over me for a while. It relaxed and untighten my muscles. I must have zoned out because I was startled for a moment when I felt a naked body press up against my back. I tensed and then calm down because I knew it was you that had entered my space.

I turned to face you and pull you under the indoor rain. You looked up, closed your eyes, and allowed the water to pour down your body. We kissed and holding on to each other. We stayed under the “rain” and enjoyed the sensation. I pushed you back to get you out of the water, got the shampoo, and began to wash your hair.

“Mmmm, that feels good, babe.”
“My pleasure,” as I kissed you again.
I gently massaged your scalp, scooping up your long hair to wash as well. Your eyes were closed, but you had this big grin on your face while I was scrubbing your hair and scalp.
“Enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Yep, this waay better than at the hairstylist.”

I pulled under the running water and rinsed off the shampoo. I put a dollop of body wash on my hand began to wash your form. I took a swipe across to leave soap trails on your back and breasts then turn you around to let you lean your frame against me. I rubbed my hands all over your globes and watched your nipples harden. I let my hands roam down to your tummy and then lifted your arms up, parallel to the ground so I could soap those down. You giggled as I rubbed the underarm portion. Moving your arms down, I slowly spun you around to face you and began washing your back. We kissed, and then I lean down to start kissing your tits.

“Ooo, that feels so good.” Then you gasped as you felt me sucking on your nipple. First one side then the other. Your nipples got even harder. I turned you around and told you to lean on your arms. You looked puzzled until I told you to spread your legs. Complying, I got more soap and began washing your legs. You lifted your foot up so I could bathe them, and again you giggled at the sensation. Getting more soap, I started to lightly scrub your intimate areas with my hands.

“Oooo baby, that feels so good,” you cooed. I washed the twin globes and spread them apart. I cleaned your anus and heard you suck in your breath at the first touch. “Oh god, that feels so good when you touch me there. I’m so bad, but I can’t help loving that.”
“That’s because only bad girls like that,” I intoned.
“And I am such a bad girl, such a dirty slut.”
“Yes, my dirty slut.”
“Ohhhh, god, yes…” you whimpered as you felt my finger penetrate your anus. “Finger fuck my slutty ass, oh jeez, what you do to me.”

I reached around to finger your clit, and your cries of passion told me to continue. I kept up the pace for a few minutes, letting your climax get close, and then I pulled out my finger from your anus.

“No, no, god damnit, don’t stop, please, I want it. Use my ass, make me yours,” you entreated.
Then you felt your anus being stretched again. “Oh god, babe, that’s it,” as you felt my hard cock trying to fuck you. You gasped when my cock head got through.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m yours, I’m your dirty fucking slutty whore.”
“Yes,” I panted as I slowly began to plunge my cock deeper into your ass. You moaned with delight and pain.
Finally, I was all the way in. I slowly withdrew and went back in again. I began a slow pace to allow you to get used to and reached in front to rub your clit. Your shrieks of ecstasy let me know that you were spellbound and loving it.
“God, Ryker, that feels so good, fuck my ass, you bastard. Fuck this dirty whore’s ass and use me for your pleasure. You own me.”

Faster and faster I fucked you. I kept rubbing your clit and felt the walls of your anus start to contract around my cock.

“I’m cumming, oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop, fucking my ass,” you shouted

That did it, I felt that urgent need to spill my seed into you. “Take it, take it, you bitch, take my cum up your ass.”

My cock was pushed forward, to get as deep into you as possible while you obliged and tried to slam your ass backward. I could feel your anus walls contracting as you were orgasming. For just a few moments, nothing in the world existed but us.

Finally, we both were spent and exhausted. I pulled out with a plop and helped you stagger up to stand. “How do you feel?”
“Used and abused, but I loved it, every moment. I loved having you cum in my ass like that.”
C’mon, I’ll wash you up again.”
I began cleaning you again the same way I started but without washing your hair.
“Good thing we ain’t paying the water bill.”
We both laughed at that, knowing we're in here for quite a while.
“I’d say let’s use the hot tub, but my hands are already getting pruney.”
“Well, it’s my turn to wash you up.”
You had me bend my head a little more to let you shampoo my hair and then proceed to soap up the rest of my body. You took extra care of washing and being tender with my cock. We stood under the shower for a while as we let the water rinse off all of the soap residues.
We stepped outside, and I handed the towel to you. Drying off, we both looked forward to the day’s next adventure.


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