by Dee Dawning
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Randy broke our kiss and smirked. “So you and…what’s her name?”
“April.” I grabbed and squeezed his big cock.
He got a dreamy smile on his face. “Ah, yes, April. So you and April are spending your spring break here in Vegas, building a little nest egg of Ben Franklins for college?”
“Ah-huh. You’re my only freeby.” His cock was getting hard again. “Would you like to go again?”
“In a little bit. You know, I’ve kind of been watching you girls, admiring you from afar.” He furrowed his brow. “Isn’t there a gorgeous black haired and a stunning brunette Hispanic girl with you, too?”
I nodded. “The black haired girl would be Mysta…Mysta Ree, spelled M-Y-S-T-A, R-E-E.” I raised my hands, a sign of incomprehension. “She’s packing up and going home. Says she doesn’t feel right selling her body anymore.”
He chuckled. “Mysta Ree, that’s cute. When did she get this epiphany?”
I laughed. “Really. About an hour and a half ago.”
Randy furrowed his brow and appeared to be thinking. “Angel. How much do you girls charge?”
I teased, “Why, are you planning to start paying me?”
“No, I’m sure I couldn’t afford you. Humor me.”
“I try to get a thousand an hour or two thousand for a night. Usually, I get it and even get a tip. Sometimes I settle for a little less, but never lower than eight hundred an hour or fifteen hundred a night.”
“What if I could set up your dates and get you twelve hundred an hour.”
Dollar signs ran though my brain. “That would be great, but how could you do that?”
“The Bell Captain is a friend of mine. We would be taking some off the top, but you would be in for twelve hundred an hour.”
“Sounds good to me. Let’s do it.”
“Do you think Mysta and April would like a deal like that?”
“Maybe, but Mysta may have left already.”
“What room is she in?”
“Sixteen-fourteen.”
“I’ll go see, then I’ll talk with my friend.”
He rose and started to dress.
“Hey, aren’t we going to…ah, fuck again?”
“When I get back baby.”
About thirty minutes after Randy left, a knock came on my door. Though I was still naked, thinking it was Randy I ran to and opened the door. I was shocked to see Tina. She’d been crying and she looked scarred. “Come in.” She stepped in and turned to face me as I shut the door. “I thought you’d be gone.”
“I was packing when your friend visited me.”
“Randy?”
“Yes, Randy. He can be persuasive. At first, I told him I was going home and he blew up. It scared me. He wanted to fuck me and I thought if I let him, he would cool off, so we did. God, he can fuck! Nevertheless, instead of dropping his pimping idea he got this devilish Jack Nicholson smile on his face. I became afraid again, so I agreed to stick around for another four days.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I embraced her.
“I wanted you to know, even though I agreed to stay, I may slip away, so please don’t tell him anything about me. Name, address, phone numbers, email, nothing. And you should do the same.”
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As Randy pulled his cock from my mouth and his arms raised me up, my befuddled mind rejoined the present, on the mezzanine in the Swank Club. Behind my mask, my eyes grew wide as, standing below us, I observed about thirty people, mostly men clapping, whistling and catcalling below us.
Randy’s hands went to my shoulders. He slipped the straps off my shoulders, onto my arms. His fingers reached in between my cleavage and the top of the bodice. He pulled the dress down, exposing my breasts. Everyone went wild. As the crowd below doubled, he instructed, sotto voce, “Bend over and place your crossed arms on the railing.”
I did as he said, turning my head to the right toward the stairs, where I noticed a half dozen men and two women had taken occupancy. I felt cool air-conditioning on my naked breasts and bare ass as he lifted my skirt over my back. Two or three of Randy’s thick fingers slid into my slippery slit, working it in around and out. I knew what was coming when he pulled his fingers out and sure enough, he placed his sheathed pride at the entrance to my hot, liquid filled haven. I held my breath, the anticipation killing me, then as Randy rammed his super sized instrument into me, stretching the walls of my pussy, a delightful pain engulfed me. I shuddered and gasped as every inch of his cock pummeled me while the audience roared it’s approval. And I loved it.
Randy rearranged my location so the audience could see his cock stroking me. He turned me parallel with the rail, placing one hand the rail and one on my knee. After a dozen thrusts, he pulled out and shoved his cock through the rail. I turned my head and watched as the throng oohed, ahhed, applauded and whistled.
A nice looking girl stepped forward and said, “I’ll fuck you. Suck your dick too.” I snickered as a man came out of the crowd, grabbed her hand and dragged her away.
Another girl occupied the vacant spot and raised her shirt flashing a large pair of tits. “I’ll do you and suck you off too.” She yelled.
Apparently, Randy was through showing off because he shoved his cock back into me. He felt good. The friction from Randy’s bold cock, acting like a back scratcher, alleviated the gentle, but insistent sweet ache within my greedy pussy.
I saw Randy’s arm extend, his hand holding two black Halloween masks. A girl ran up and grabbed them and ran back to the group, handing one to a young man, apparently her boyfriend, who shook his head. She nodded, but when he didn’t respond she took it back and jokingly threatened to hand it to another guy. Hurriedly, he grabbed it back and put it on.
Was it only four hours ago that April said, You watch, he’ll have you out somewhere in public fucking your brains out and you’ll be loving it.
I did love it, especially when Randy wrapped his hand around my hip and began to stroke my clit with his finger in time with his deep penile strokes. Each thrust of his ten-inch wonder sent waves of pure pleasure throughout my body. I felt like I was floating and then the first wave of my orgasm hit. Thrashing my head like a head-banging rock star, I yelled out the joy of my bliss loud and clear. To my embarrassment, the applause grew louder to cheers of “Fuck her hard,” “The Bitch loves it!” and “She wants it,” among others.
Before I had even finished convulsing from my orgasm, I felt his hefty shaft pulsating within me, spurting shots of seminal fluid into the latex barrier. I tensed as his cock buried itself as deep as possible to the very depths of my womb.
When my orgasmic fog lifted, I giggled because the masked girl knelt before the masked boy, sucking his cock, not five feet away. We’re going to start a new fad. Randy’s prophecy seemed to be coming true.
The reluctant young man was apparently ready because she rose and assumed the same position I had taken at the rail. However, she was wearing jeans so he dragged them down and over her feet before entering her.
Randy apparently had enough as he helped me up and straightened my attire.
As we stood arm and arm watching the new exhibitionists do their thing, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a dozen more masks and waved them in the air for both audiences to see. As he threw the masks on the mezzanine floor, several people scampered from above and below to secure masks.
“Shall we go downstairs and watch the show?”
I nodded and he led me downstairs where we grabbed a table with a view of the mezzanine.
Chapter Three
I felt drunk by the time I made it home. Luckily, even though it was one-thirty, Marc hadn’t made it home yet. I fell asleep remembering in exquisite detail, the most exciting day of my life.
A ringing phone wakened me. It was my cell phone, still in my purse on the dresser. Halfway to my purse, it stopped ringing. I pulled it out and checked the missed call. It was April. The digital clock by the bed read 10:30 a.m. but I
was still tired. In addition, I had the mother of all headaches. I went in the bathroom, reached into the medicine cabinet and took three aspirin before heading back to bed.
After what seemed a fifteen-minute nap, but was another two hours according to the clock, my cell phone once again woke me. With my eyes closed, I reached over and felt the phone. I flipped open the cover. “Hello.”
“It’s me. Randy just called and said our Friday date has been moved up to four p.m. today. Can you be ready?”
I closed my eyes. “Oh, Helen, I feel like shit. I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning and drank too much.”
“I’ll be right over.”
Twenty minutes later, I let April in. “My God, what did Randy do to you. You look like road-kill.”
“That’s about how I feel.”
“Did you eat anything last night?”
I shook my head.
“Get in your fancy steam shower, while I make a pot of coffee and some toast.”
Twenty minutes later, I came out in a frilly lace robe with a towel wrapped around my head.
“Feel any better?”
I nodded. “A little.”
“Have seat at the breakfast table.”
After sitting at the table, April handed me four aspirin and a glass of water. “Let’s start with these.”
I took and swallowed them.
“Okay, eat this toast. Here’s some strong black coffee. What the heck did you do yesterday, anyway?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
“Let me get my head together. Believe me, I’m anxious to tell you. Yesterday was the best most exciting day of my life.”
“Where are we going?”
April’s gaze shifted from the road to me and back. “We’re going to The Phoenician Hotel and Resort. Like I figured, our date is with Prince Salam. He’s nice. He’s bi-sexual though, so I have no idea what he plans to do with both of us.“
“Prince Salam? I smell money. Is he one of those rich Saudi princes?”
“I think so. He has plenty of money. I’ve been with him twice and he spent fifteen grand each time. So tell me about last night at the Swank Club.”
Thinking about what we did there got me excited. “Gladly. Remember when you said Randy would probably fuck my brains out somewhere in public and I would love it?”
April got a funny grin on her face and raised her eyebrows. “Is that what you did?”
“Ah-huh.”
“Where, on the dance floor?”
“Not even. There’s a mezzanine level above the restrooms. He fucked me at the railing of the mezzanine and there must have been sixty people watching.”
“Really. I take it that’s what the mask was for.”
“Ah-huh, but that’s not all. Randy brought a bunch of those cheap Halloween masks and handed them out. Before we even stopped, another couple got into it not five feet from us. We went downstairs, grabbed a table with a view and watched as the show continued. The participants changed, but there was at least one exhibitionist couple up there and as many as four for the next three hours. Some did it naked except for their masks and at least one couple switched with another.”
“Wow, that sounds sexy as hell. Almost like an orgy. Management never did anything about it?”
I shook my head as April pulled into the valet parking. After getting a claim check, she led me into the lobby and headed for the concierge. “April Showers and Angel Love, here to see Prince Salam.”
The man got on the phone and talked with someone. After hanging up he said, “His man, Fahd will be down in a minute. Please have a seat.”
We sat in side-by-side chairs in the lobby. “This is going to be a lot of fun. We’ll go in the women’s section and they will dress us. By the time they get done we’ll resemble that chick in that old show, ‘I Dream of Jeanie.’ Even a veil. Then we’ll go into the prince’s quarters where he will take the clothes off.”
As April told me what to expect a very short distinguished man in a nicely tailored blue-gray suit and a red tie with a short beard approached us. “Good afternoon April. You are looking lovely as usual.”
“You are too kind, Fahd.”
“Kind, I don’t think so.” He turned to me. “And you must be Angel?”
I smiled and hitched my chin.
“An appropriate name, for you truly have the countenance of an angel. The prince will be pleased. You will both have to be prepared. Follow me if you will.”
He led us to a bank of elevators and we entered a compartment that was open. Fahd inserted a key inside the lock and the door closed. He pushed the button for the fourth floor. When the elevator stopped, our escort waited for us to exit.
After exiting, we both paused and waited for the little man who was no bigger than a featherweight fighter. He knocked on the first door across from the elevator and a woman wearing full Muslim coverings answered.
Fahd turned to us. “If you will follow Samira, she will help prepare you.”
“Fahd, since Angel is new to your ways, would you explain what prepared means?”
“Ah, yes. I assume you’ve bathed recently?”
I nodded. “Around two o’clock.”
“Good, Samira and her helpers will dress you in provocative, Arab, belly dancer garments. They will put a jeweled necklace around your neck, cover your head with a jeweled hijab and put a veil across your nose and mouth, so only your beautiful blue eyes will be visible.”
“Thank you, Fahd,” my partner in crime said.
Fahd dipped his head, before bowing and continuing down the hall. Samira reached out and took my hand. “This way please.” She led me into a bedroom where two young women unveiled in western clothes, but wearing a hijab, stripped and clad us as Fahd had described.
They dressed me in a deep red, see-through, layered silk, gypsy skirt and a coin bra. They dressed April as she had described, in a sheer, magenta, silk choli and pantaloons, cinched at the ankles. We were given no undergarments therefore April’s breasts were visible through the semi-transparent material and the private area between both our legs was partially covered by the fringe from fringe belts. We wore no footwear, but they tied a chain of bells around our ankles and placed antique bracelets upon our wrists and arms. We were naked from our breasts to our mound with the exception of a gold chain around our waists. Last, the women added a beautiful jeweled hijab, a see through veil and a stunning, precious gem necklace on each of us.
I glanced in a mirror and smiled. I loved the sexy, mysterious that looked back at me.
When ready, Samira led us to the prince’s quarters. The prince, resting on at least a king sized bed with large pillows, scattered about, wore a long white robe like garment with a gold sash. The prince was young, darkly handsome, small in stature, though not was small as Fahd. He looked to measure the same five seven as me. When he noticed me, I saw a gleam of approval in his eye. “Ahh, Randle has outdone himself once more. You are every bit as exquisite as your co-worker, April. Come here sweetheart. You too, April.”
April and I sashayed sexily up to our rich John and stood before him. He put a hand on our asses and rubbed them. Then he moved to our ‘V’s and cupped our mounds and clitoral sheaths. “You are both so nice.” He stared at me. “What is your name?”
“Angel, Angel Love.”
“Ah. And make love we will. I am Prince Abdul Salam al Sade. You may call me Salam if you wish.” I nodded and he continued. “Well, Angel, as April can attest, I can be a kinky. Today, I want to watch you two please each other. Randle assures me you do this. Then as I watch, I will decide what I’d like to do and gradually work my way in—pun intended.” He chuckled. “Is that all right with you?”
I nodded.
“But first, I had you dressed as belly dancers, so dance for me.” He pressed a button on a remote control he held and Middle Eastern Music began to play.
April began to move her feet and arms in time with the music, wh
ile her fabulous midriff undulated. She did great so I mimicked her as best I could. The coins on my dancing bra and the bells on our ankles contributed to the overall effect.
Observing the Prince, he seemed enjoy our performance, smiling and masturbating. “Take your veils off,” The prince instructed.
April removed hers and tossed it aside so I followed her example.
A short time later, he said, “Your hijabs. Let your long hair flow free.”
I knew what that meant so I beat April to it.
The prince clapped. “Now, take your tops off.”
Following instructions, we now performed a topless belly dance.
April looked and moved so sexy, the walls of my vagina began to perspire crème in anticipation of the Prince’s planned debauchery.
“Now, take the rest of your clothes off.”
As April removed her pantaloons and I took off my gypsy skirt. Prince Salam removed his garment as well and we all were naked except for our jewelry.
As the song ended, the prince instructed, “April lay on the bed so Angel can eat your pussy.”
She took my hand and we sauntered to the bed. She lay down, bent her knees and spread her legs wide. As thrills shot through my core at the sight of her sexy, slightly purple petals and dark pink clitoris. I took a deep breath and kneeled on the bed between her model legs. I rubbed her almost flat abdomen. She whimpered approval as my hand moved up to her perfect natural breasts, my fingers diddling her swollen, jutting nipples. Wrapping my arms around her thighs I leaned down, my face within inches of her nexus of sexuality. I inhaled deeply. Mmm, I love her vaginal bouquet.
About to dip my tongue into April’s honey pot, I was distracted when Salam ran his hand the length of my slit. “Angel honey. You are about as wet as I have seen.”
When my tongue dipped into April’s delicious well, she gasped. Simultaneously, Salam’s hands gripped my calves just below my knees and guided them apart. Then as I began to finger April’s sensitive bud, his tongue licked the length of my sexual hollow.
“Mmmm,” I murmured as he spread his fingers and palms across my ass and dipped his tongue into my heated, wet crevice. The way April arched her hips and thrashed her body between moans, you’d never know I had trouble concentrating on her with his tongue running the length of my sex—dipping in my recess and flicking my clit.
