Dissolute Resorts Las Vegas

by J. Richards

  “Is your pussy wet for me?” He tips the phone back up to his face and my jaw falls open. I already miss the sight of his hand working over his hard flash. But his heavy-lidded eyes and prefect lips make me fidget in my seat again.

  “Yes,” I whisper as if the art around me is listening and may tell on me.

  “I see you squirming, angel. Do you want to come with me?” My head nods as my tongue darts over my lips again.

  “Yes.” My voice comes out so softly that I wonder if he can even hear me. Darius leans back in his chair, the phone allowing me to see his shoulder moving as his right hand works his dick, just out of view of the camera. I can’t see below his pecs any longer but my neck stretches out as if I could look down through the screen and see what I want. I can’t, obviously. I can only see what he allows me to see.

  “The other night when we spoke, you said you wanted to feel me stretching that perfect pussy, didn’t you?” Again, I nod. I didn’t want to say the words out loud that first time I whimpered them, but Darius coaxed them out of me by telling me what he would do to my body if only he could reach me. He spoke vivid images into my mind’s eye and made me feel him from thousands of miles away. “I keep hearing those panted words, Evie. Every second of the day my brain remembers the way you begged for me and for your sweet release. I thought if I couldn’t be there to personally open that sweet pussy up, maybe I could at least provide you with the right tool to do the job correctly.” I swallow tightly as I listen and watch.

  “Darius,” his name is a strangled whine of need from my lips as indecision takes a hike and I reach into the box to pick up the pretty vibrator. Its big but not as thick or nearly as long as Darius’s own cock, yet it’s still very intimidating for a girl who only uses one finger to get herself off. I climb to my feet and keep the toy hidden near my hip as I make my way to the front door and flick the lock into place. “This is terribly naughty.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” He grins at me through my phone and my wariness evaporates. I’d probably do anything to keep that smug smile on his handsome face. “Where will you go to seek release, angel? Will you sit at your desk and watch the rain fall as you come? Or will you sink onto the floor under a displayed piece of art?”

  “The break room.” I whisper as if someone will hear me if I speak too loudly. My heels clink against the tile as I hurry to down the hall to the private room with a small leather love seat.

  “I want to see you, prop the phone up somewhere. Show me what I’m missing. Show me what I’ll get to have in my arms at the end of the week and where my hot tongue will be able to explore. God, Evie I can’t wait for you to get here. I hate being away from you all the time.”

  Two.

  Evie

  His desire to watch me please myself has already made my body buzz with delightful tingles and I’m not one to disappoint. Not anymore and not when it comes to Darius. I lean my cellphone against the coffee pot across from the small love seat and walk backwards while watching myself in the tiny square in the top right hand corner of my screen.

  Darius has moved his phone closer to his striking face as if to help him see me better. I hold up the new toy and teasingly cock my head while allowing my tongue to curl up the side of the silicon shaft. “Oh, you tease.” He hums. I can’t see him very well from over here but that isn’t what matters. He wants a show and I’m going to give him one.

  With one hand, I begin pulling my skirt up my legs, bundling it around my hips. “Take it off.” He commands. I drop all the fabric in my hand and turn my back to him to let him watch my fingers pull the zipper down the back of the skirt. As it opens, I let it spill to the floor. Revealing my white thong, tugged up between my ass cheeks, to Darius. “Mmm, angel. Your ass is perfect.”

  I feel myself swelling under his praise, growing more brave and daring. I place the vibrator on the cushion of the love seat and rub my hands over my plump rear. Kneading the fleshy muscles as he watches. I lean forward and shake my ass like I was taught in the pole fitness class and am rewarded by Darius’ growl of pleasure. “You like that?” I tease him. Looking over my shoulder coyly.

  “So much. I can’t wait to smack that ass.”

  “Yeah?” I place my right knee on the love seat and the firm leather squeaks under me. No one ever uses the break room, leaving the couch unused. I’m happy to change that on this super slow day.

  I open my thighs by sliding one knee away from the other and leaning my arms into the back rest of the couch. Showing off the crotch of the white thong between my legs. “Can you see me well enough?” I feel like I’m yelling at my phone and lower my tone to ask, “Is the phone too far away?” I pick up the vibrator and twist my upper half to lightly drag the head of the purple dildo between my ass cheeks.

  “I’m not as close as I’d like to be but I’d prefer to see all of you, so this is good, angel. Don’t stop.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do, Darius. Tell me what you’d do with this fake cock if you could use it on my body.” I rub the tip more firmly against my clit and my eyes roll back at the sweet touch. The thin layer of fabric covering my clit only increases the pleasing touch. Sending ripples of pleasure across my lower lips. “Please, tell me how you want me to fuck myself.”

  “Pull your thong to the side.” He directs me and I reach down with my left hand to pull the thong to the side. My shoulder keeps me upright by leaning into the couch as I use both hands to do as he asks. “Good, slide the vibrator into your pussy as deep as you can get it then pull it out and show me how wet my angel is.” His voice is gruffer now, more filled with a husky lust that sets my skin on fire.

  I do as he says and push the tip against my wet hole. I thrust, feeling my body’s resistance to the size of the toy. “Ahh,” I whine as I push harder, my body finally opening up enough for me to side the first two inches of the vibrator into my body. “Oh, yes.” It’s been a little less than a month since Darius has filled me with his own cock and I’ve only had my small middle finger enter me since then. I’ve craved this full feeling for so long.

  “Just like that, angel. Deeper. Don’t pull it back yet, keep going.” I squint my eyes to see his face on my phone and shove the toy deeper. A moan slips through my lips as I fit another two inches into my core. My body tightens on the silicone, sending pleasing tingles through my limbs. I turn the end of the vibrator just a little and ease the last two inches into myself and the base of the snuggles against my clit.

  “Oh, God.” I huff, savoring the full stretch of the closest thing to Darius’s cock, filling me up to the brink.

  “That’s it. Show me.” He orders. I withdraw the vibrator with a long moan and hold it up while I push myself off the couch. I walk awkwardly back to where the phone rests against the coffee pot and lift the vibrator for Darius to inspect. The purple shaft glistens with the coating of my juices. “Oh, angel.” His eyes close for a minute. Like the sight of my arousal might tip him over the edge.

  “I wish you were here.” I murmur.

  “I’m here, baby. Go back to the couch and fuck yourself. I’m too close, don’t make me wait.” My lashes flutter at his words and I skip back to the couch. This time I sit on my ass and lay back against the arm rest. One foot lifts to the back of the couch and the other hangs off the cushion, the spike of my heel still dragging against the floor.

  My body is open and ready. I rub the toy between my wet lips and up over my clit before forcing it back into my body. My back arches as I fuck myself quickly. The toy stabs me deep and rubs against my g-spot every time I pull it back. “Ah, Darius.” I cry. My thighs shiver and I gulp for air.

  “Come on, angel. Come for me.” He growls through clenched teeth. I look back at my phone showing me his tense jaw. My hand slips a little on the handle of the toy and I accidently push a button I hadn’t thought to turn on. The toy buzzes to life and pulls my orgasm from me so quickly I’m dazed by its strength. I scream out for Darius as I come on the purple toy he gave me. Digging it deep i
n my cunt to keep my orgasm from fading.

  “Yes, yes. Oh, my God.” I shout.

  “I’m coming.” Darius rumbles and then his words are followed by a series of deep grunts as he spills his seed over his hand. For a few minutes, we both try to regulate our breathing and slow our heart rates. “Was it good for you angel?” Darius asks. I remove the toy from my still grasping pussy and hobble over to my phone on wobbly legs. I bend down to look into the camera and bring the pussy soaked vibrator to my mouth. My eyes stare right into the camera even though I desperately want to see what Darius’ face looks like as I suck my own juices off the toy he gifted me.

  “You are becoming a very dirty, little angel.” He smirks. I close my eyes while savoring the taste of my body then pull the toy from my lips.

  The Gallery phone rings, startling me and I drop the toy. My wide eyes flick to Darius’. “I have to go.”

  “Behave until we talk again, naughty girl.” He winks at me before shutting off the video call and ending our call. I pluck my thong from my ass cheeks while hurrying to get my skirt back on. The shrill sound of the phone grows louder as I try to be quick about putting myself back together. I pick up the vibrator and throw it into the sink before running out of the break room and back to my desk.

  “The Gallery, this is Evie Parks, how may I help you?” I try not to sound like I just got off at work or left my new sex toy in the break room sink.

  “Evie, what took so long? You never let the phone ring so long. Are you alright? Is something wrong?” My boss responds. I pinch the bridge of my nose and try not to laugh.

  “Yeah, no. I’m sorry.” I rush the words out. “I was in the bathroom. My stomach has been kind of off today but I’m fine. What can I do for you, Mrs. Jude?” Carefully, I lower myself into my chair and pull open the calendar for the business. Assuming that she’s calling me to check on her schedule for the rest of the week or the time of an appointment she needs to be here for.

  “I was looking over the calendar and noticed we have nothing booked really until after you get back from vacation. Is that right or have I forgotten to write something down?” I run my finger over the empty spaces of the calendar copy I have in front of me.

  “You’re correct. No events or showings until the first of December. However, there is a that Vicki Elle shipment coming in late on the twenty eighth but Tiffany should be able to handle it on her own. You won’t need to come in unless you want to oversee where she displays the pieces.” I confirm for her and lean back into the chair.

  “Perfect. I’m happy our books match up. You’ve been such a great member of the team, Evie. I know I can always count on you. I want you to lock the doors and leave.”

  “Mrs. Jude,” I laugh. “Thank you, but I still have a few hours of my shift left to cover.”

  “Nonsense. You’re leaving for Vegas in four days, take them all off, too. You’ve earned them!” She shocks me.

  “Are you sure?” I shake my head, knowing I must have heard her wrong.

  “Yes, yes. Start your vacation today. Have a great time Evie, I’ll see you when you get back.”

  “Oh.” My shoulders lift. “Okay, if you are a hundred percent sure?” I ask one more time.

  “Go, child!” She laughs deeply.

  “Consider me gone. Thank you, Mrs. Jude.” My voice bubbles with matching laughter.

  “Good, good. Bye now.” She sings through the line before hanging up. I spin the office chair in a circle and kick my feet out while laughing!

  “Free at last!” I jump to my feet and run back to the break room to wash my sex toy in the sink with warm water and lots of bubbly soap. I dry it off and find a gallon size Ziploc bag in one of the drawers stuffed with plastic forks and knives. I feel slightly ridiculous as I seal the bag shut and carry it back to my desk to deposit it into my purse.

  I break down the box it arrived in and bring the cardboard to the back, where we keep all the recyclable materials. Seeing the purple tissue paper in the bin reminds me of just how naughty I was moments before my boss gave me the next few days off. I was worried I’d be caught but instead earned the next four days off. Sure is funny how life works out sometimes, huh? I make sure all the lights are off and the doors and windows are securely closed on my way back to my desk.

  Picking up my purse, I wonder how in the hell I’ll get through the next four days with nothing to do. My key slips into the lock and I shiver as the rain drips down the back of my coat. A brilliant idea springs to life in my mind as I turn the key and yank it back out to dash to my car.

  Maybe instead of flying to Vegas on Friday, I can convince Lilly and Jimmy to take a cross country road trip and leave tonight!

  Three.

  Lilly

  Jimmy’s hand rests on my naked thigh and slowly my gaze lifts to find his soft blue eyes framed by thick dark lashes watching my chest rise and fall with each breath I take. “Are you sure you want to do this?” my voice shakes a bit while I rub my knee against the side of his ribs.

  “Yes,” He answers in a soft voice and lets his other hand curl around the back of my neck. His forehead rests on mine now and I close my eyes. This is a bad idea. He’s my gay husband, the man I tell all my secrets too, if this compromises my ability to open up to him, I’ll be lost. His fingers twitch at the base of my skull.

  The heat coming off his skin is almost scorching me, my hands smooth down his hard chest and slip under his arms to hold on to the back of his shoulders. I feel his erection against my pussy and squeeze my eyes shut even tighter. “Relax.” I can hear the smile in his voice and my lips twitch into a smile of their own. “It’s just another cock, you can handle it.” I nod my head against his but he’s wrong.

  He’s more to me than just another dick. Sure, I make a point of enjoying life and taking my fill of the male population but Jimmy is different. His hand moves from my thigh to grab his hard cock and he teasingly rubs his smooth cockhead against my pussy lips. I blow out a breath, trying to relax but he stops me half way through releasing the air from my lungs by kissing my mouth firmly.

  My eyes pop open to stare into the blue depths of his. Jimmy’s tongue pushes into my mouth and the hand at the back of my neck gets even tighter. It’s the sexiest kiss I’ve ever experienced and my body softens. My ankle presses into his firm ass, pulling him to my center. He’s so close to being inside of me and suddenly that’s all I want. I don’t care if I lose the silly bet that got us here or if he never speaks to me again after. I push my hesitation to the back of my mind.

  “I’m ready.” I pant against his lips. “Take me now.” He groans at my lust filled request. Just as the crown of his cock pops into my desperate hole, the door to the apartment flies open. Jimmy jumps back, releasing me completely and uses a throw pillow from the couch to cover his exceptionally large cock.

  “What. In. The. fuck?” Evie cusses. Each word drawn out slowly in surprise. I cover my face with my hands and close my legs. I hear Jimmy scuffling to grab his pants and peek through my fingers to watch him covering his junk with the pillow while trying to pull on his slacks with his free hand. “Oh, my God! Were you two fucking?” Evie’s voice is a shocked screeching sound that hurts my ears.

  “No.” Jimmy grumbles.

  “Yes, you were!” she accuses him and doubles over in laughter. “Holy hell! I can’t believe it.”

  “There isn’t anything to believe.” Jimmy snaps. “Nothing happened.”

  “Lilly?” Evie’s laughter is like the annoying bark of a small dog who won’t shut up.

  “Nothing happened.” I drop my hands from my face and reach for my half glass of wine. “If you came home thirty minutes later, something may have, but—” I lift my glass to her, half happy she interrupted and half disappointed that my body is now super turned on and my only source of relief is now dressed and trying to get out the door.

  “Shit! I’m sorry. I’ll leave?” She asks, semiserious now. Her body turns just enough to leave her half in the doorway and
half out.

  “No, stay.” Jimmy mumbles. “I’ll go.” He looks at me as he pulls Evie out of the way of the door. His mouth opens like he has something else to say and I let my eyebrow rise to indicate I’m waiting. He snaps his mouth shut and steps through the door out of sight. Leaving without saying good bye.

  “Whoa.” Evie huffs and shuts the door. “Do I want to know?” I shrug and gulp down the rest of the wine in my glass.

  “Would you believe me if I said it was just too much wine?”

  “I don’t know.” She drops her purse and keys on the half table near the door. “Were you really going to have sex? With Jimmy?” I sit up on the couch that my best friend almost fucked me on and dig my elbows into my knees.

  “I don’t fucking know. Yes?” My hands hold my swimming head and I close my eyes again.

  “Wow.” Evie sits next to me and rubs my naked back. “Are you guys like,” She stops and I turn my head to watch her trying to search for the right words. I understand how she’s feeling. I’m just as fucking confused. “Feeling each other in a new way? Or something? Oh, my God, do you love him?”

  “Ugh,” I groan. “I don’t know what happened. We were drinking and chilling and somehow we were talking about if he had ever slept with a woman or not and he said he had but I started teasing him like the idiot I am and said that he wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if one was thrown on his dick.”

  “Ohhh,” Evie exaggerates the syllable.

  “Yeah,” I push myself off the couch and start pacing the living room. “It was so weird, Evie. Like, we were just laughing and teasing and then next thing I knew we were both naked and he had me hotter than any man I’ve ever slept with. His hands and his fucking mouth. God, I don’t know what to do. I’m so glad you came home, I think. Wait, why are you home so early?”