Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  While I was lost in the urgency of his mouth, he forced me onto the table. My back fell against the mirror hard and I heard a crack. Cutting the kiss, Scott frantically began suckling on my nipple. He savaged it, yanking and tugging on it with his lips and teeth hard enough to make me cry out in pained delight. “Hurry, my panties. I've got to have you in me."

  As if hurriedly unwrapping a Christmas present, I clumsily unbuckled his belt.

  Roughly, he ripped my crème soaked panties off.

  I yanked down the zipper of his fly and pulled his briefs down, freeing his stiff erection. “Do it! Put it in! Fuck me!"

  Like pain relieving ointment, his cock slid with little resistance into my dripping warmth. “Oooh! That's it! God, I love it!"

  As he pummeled me, my legs wrapped around him. With each powerful thrust, I would bounce back, the top of my head nudging the mirror's frame. Juices flowed in abundance, from my sopping core, over him, over the table and I began to slide around. He grabbed my ass, steadying me for his violent thrusts. Gripping his tight buns, I pulled him in with each plunge. “Ahhh, baby, you are so good.” I loved watching and feeling his prick thrusting in and out of me.

  Getting hot, he removed his shirt. His wedge-shaped chest, with areas of hair over each bulging pec, running down to and past his naval to his cock, was a turn on. Not that I needed a turn on at this point.

  We were screwing at a pace neither of us could sustain. I could hear him panting. “Put you legs up on my shoulders,” he said short of breath.

  "Okay honey, but can you slow it down a little."

  He nodded and smiled as his arm helped one and then the other leg to his shoulder. The dressing table creaked but stabilized.

  The extreme urgency had past, replaced by a slower more deliberate passion. His amorous strokes, half as fast, less frantic, were even more sensuous.

  His denims were down to his ankles and he kicked them off after stepping out of his loafers.

  Totally naked, he picked up the pace and his long fingers returned to my bloated nipples driving me even wilder. A curtain of joy descended on me and I came. Screaming and groaning my pleasure while bucking wildly seemed to set him off and he began his own rite of ecstasy.

  After removing my legs from his shoulders, we collapsed in an embrace of satisfaction. Then, while I was still on it, the left side of the table fell to the floor when one of the short legs broke.

  We laughed. I said, “That was spectacular. Even the dressing table couldn't take it. I wish we could do more but I have to get ready."

  * * * *

  Since I finished dressing before Rachel, I hit the bar. True to Cedric's word, my drink was free. I took a stool with a good view of the stage and turned toward it. A man, I assumed to be Lester, sat at the table closest to the stage. He was moving his drink in circles and looking around. Since I sat directly behind him, he never noticed me. Then again, he had no reason to, not knowing that I was his replacement.

  Not knowing what to expect, waiting for Rachel, I was startled by the vision of beauty that passed, wearing a gorgeous, low cut, sequined, burgundy gown and matching cameo choker. She waved as she walked by. My stomach jumped and pulse surged, when she smiled at me warmly, baring perfect white teeth.

  Was this the cute perky girl-woman who had been my lover for the last twenty hours? What a fool Lester was.

  After gliding to the piano and sitting down, she busied herself with her sheet music until Chloe arrived.

  She too, looked fantastic with long blond hair in a red knee length sheath and four inch red heels. Both women were gorgeous, but in my opinion, Rachel was more beautiful by a nose.

  Aware of a large presence to my left, I had started turning when I heard, “How ya doing, Scottie?"

  "Hello, Cedric.” I offered my hand.

  He took it and slapped me on the back. “How're you and my sweet lil’ niece getting along? Ya know, I think she's sweet on you."

  Pleased, I asked, “Really? What makes you say that?"

  "Oh, the longing way she stares at you."

  I took a sip of my drink.

  Ced flashed his pearly whites and asked, “You haven't been poking her, have you?"

  At my involuntary gasp, my drink went down my windpipe and I choked. As I coughed violently, it came spewing out of my nose and mouth.

  He roared and started pounding my back, “I was just funning you. I know what young people do now days. I bet you've even been petting already. Haven't you?"

  I noticed Lester look over at the commotion and frown.

  "Can't fool you, Ced. If you hadn't already guessed, I would never tell."

  "Good. That's a gentlemanly attitude. I see Lester is here again. Have you had the pleasure?"

  "Afraid not, Ced."

  "Tiny. Call me Tiny. What do you think of the way Rachel looks tonight?"

  "You know, that's the most amazing thing. When I met her, she looked like a young pretty girl. I can't believe the transformation. Tonight the girl is gone. Instead, she's a woman and a stunner at that. It's amazing."

  "Looks like you're sweet on her, too."

  "It shows?"

  "Oh, yeah. In your eyes when you talk about her."

  Tiny looked around and then started talking softer. “I'm going to tell you something. Playing football in college and the pros, I've been around a lot of white people—some good, some bad. Just like black folk. I can usually tell whether someone is good or bad and I have a good feeling about you."

  I patted him on the shoulder and said, “And I have a good feeling about you, big guy."

  * * * *

  Spotlights lit up the stage and Chloe's acoustic guitar introduction led into Rachel's piano playing part. Not having asked what kind of music they played, I would've guessed cabaret or lounge music, but it was a pleasant version of medieval folk music, not unlike Blackmore's Night or Loreena McKennit. The women harmonized together and had lovely voices—Rachel's being a little deeper.

  After performing for about fifty minutes, they took a break and headed for the end of the bar where Tony fixed each of them a drink. Holding Chloe's free hand, Rachel headed straight for me.

  "Scott, I want you to meet my partner, Chloe Carney. We call her CC for short. Chloe, this is Scott Rader.” She looked at Chloe as if some discussion had taken place and said, “This is the man I told you about."

  Chloe's pretty, blue eyes wandered from mine down to my knees and back. When her eyes locked back on mine, she seemed to lick her top lip and slowly handed me her hand saying, “So pleased to meet you, Mr. Rader."

  "Call me Scott, please."

  She nodded.

  I took her warm, soft hand and after kissing it, did what she had done—looked her up and down. Chloe was definitely a looker, having facial features and coloring like Christina Aguilera, but where Rachel was athletically trim, Chloe was runway model svelte. “Nice to meet you too, Chloe."

  "I'm afraid I must join Lester right now, but I hope to see a lot more of you. We will talk later."

  Turning to Rachel. “My, Rachel. He's everything you said he was and then some."

  Letting go of Chloe's hand I watched her walk away. There was no way I would jeopardize my relationship with Rachel like Lester did, but I couldn't help thinking, if I hadn't met Rachel, I would surely have moved on this hot number.

  When she sat at the table, I saw Chloe whisper in his ear and Lester turn and stare at Rachel and me. He didn't look very happy but when our eyes met, he nodded. I nodded back.

  After seven or eight more minutes of hugging with an occasional kiss, Rachel turned to me and said, “It's time for me to go back on now.” Then she whispered. “We do three sets over four hours. Just two more sets to go. If you think what we did in the dressing room was something, wait until I get you back to my room at the Hilton."

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  Chapter Five

  Naked at the Hilton, Again

  "I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't ha
ve any clothes on."

  —Josephine Baker

  Entering my Hilton suite, I smashed Scott backwards into the closed door we had barely come through. Slamming it shut, I clawed at his clothes as if possessed. After regaining his senses from the collision, his eyes grew large, his face reading shock. I was dying to get him naked, to feel his warm smooth skin against my breasts and abdomen. After two buttons went flying from my frenzied actions, he finished unbuttoning his shirt for me. While he was shrugging it off, I went to his belt. My mind was fixated on the big prize and I mentally screamed in frustration as my nervous fingers kept fumbling with the buckle. The thought of his hot male organ punching deep into my warm, wet, wicked well made me deliriously lustful.

  As if suddenly realizing what page I was on, Scott tweaked a nipple between his talented fingers, flicking and squeezing until I craved the feel of his lips on my nipples. He lowered his sensuous mouth to my shapely smallish breast. As his lips closed over my nipple, sucking on it like a wet vacuum, I sighed. When he teased it with the tip of his tongue, I moaned and then cried out in morbid delight as he lightly bit down on it.

  I've never wanted anyone as I wanted him, ever! With his pants finally unzipped, I grabbed his sizable wand. He gasped and licked his lips as I stroked it like my favorite toy. Anticipation made my senses tingle as his cool fingers removed the last impediments to carnal joy, my mini-skirt and panties.

  A kiss, I craved a kiss. With his cock, silky to the touch, in my hand, I pulled his face to mine with my free hand. My passion unabated and fully released, I attacked his mouth while he inserted what felt like ten fingers in my shameless snatch. God! I tensed, stiffened and bit his lip. Surprised, I pulled away. What do I taste? Something salty and ... A spot of blood rested on his lower lip, but it didn't seem serious. Scott pushed his lips back to mine and once more, I tasted his blood.

  As I sucked his blood and stroked his cock, I thought about how incredibly sexy Scott was. He hefted me off the floor. My eyes opened in time to see the room moving past me. Then in the bedroom, Scott laid me carefully on the king-sized bed and without a word, mounted me, shoving his magnificent shaft into my ravenous inflamed pussy. Oooh, the feeling was indescribable. “Jesus! You fuck good. Fuck me hard, baby. I want it hard tonight. Nobody has ever fucked me like you!"

  He bent down and kissed me. As I sucked his lip, I could taste his wound and the salty acrid taste excited me. His tongue slipped in my mouth and fingers once more possessed my nipples. Everything excited me as if I was nothing but a bundle of sensual nerves.

  "Not even Lester?” he asked.

  What did he mean? I had to think, then I remembered what I had said, Nobody has ever fucked me like you. “Don't worry about Lester, baby. He wasn't anything special. Nobody, I mean nobody has ever made me feel better than you."

  That seemed to please him because he modified his technique with each inward stroke ending in a little teasing rotation of his groin against my clit, but it didn't matter what he did, my heart was beating crazily and my pulse was off the charts. Then I moved my cunt into his groin and clamped down as hard I as could. A compelling feeling developed between my thighs, a sensation that built in intensity like a sensual crescendo, attaining a new level of excitement that presaged my inevitable mind blowing eruption. Poor Scott winced, as I was sure I had scratched his back. I sensed his cock pulsing and felt a squirt, then another. He was cumming and I visualized his semen squirting into my womb as if he wasn't wearing protection. My body felt weightless as if it floated in space where every nerve in my body went bonkers until it went limp. Unable to help it, I started to weep.

  Blood drained from his face. “I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

  I lunged for him. “No, you big sap. You make feel like a queen. Tell me, promise me, this isn't just a fling, that I'm not number such and such in your book of conquests."

  I saw confusion on his face. “Can't you tell? This is no fling. This is for real. I'm beguiled by you. I'm enamored with you. I want you above all others."

  "Are you sure? Because that's the way I feel about you. I feel like I lost on the crap table and then hit a big jackpot."

  * * * *

  Day two with her started out like day one. We woke up dwelling on sex, as new lovers do and reprised our shower fuck. Rachel came in seconds and came again a minute later. Silently, I wondered if I would be able to keep up with my little sex machine.

  Back in bed, we kissed and fondled each other. Unfortunately, I'm not able to get hard that quickly, but it still felt good and to my surprise, she came a third time. I swear she is a walking orgasm.

  Rachel's beautiful eyes bored into me. “Do you love sex?"

  "Of course. Especially with you."

  A smile formed on one side of her luscious lips. “Good. Because, I l-o-v-e sex, especially with you. You know what?"

  I shook my head.

  "All sex is good but what I like best is spontaneous sex."

  "Spontaneous sex."

  "You know. You feel like doing it all of a sudden and you do it.

  "I'm hungry. Let's go eat and then gamble."

  There must have been a funny look on my face, because she asked, “What's the matter?"

  "I ... ah, don't ... gamble."

  She laughed from disbelief, “You live in Las Vegas and don't gamble?"

  "That's why. Can you imagine the problem I would have, living in a city with a hundred casinos, slots in every bar, market and convenience store, if I became addicted to gambling? I think it's better to not to be even tempted."

  Her half smile filled out into a full-blown grin. “C'mon, it'll be fun. After all we can't screw all the time.” She dipped her head slightly, eyes looking up, a devilish smirk upon her face. “Can we?"

  * * * *

  We went to the little coffee kiosk closer to the lobby and casino, after I told him I was tired of the Palm Room. I bought a large Café Francais and a fabulous crunchy English toffee brownie. Feeling guilty for ordering such a fattening treat, I cut it and gave half to Scott. He ordered a large coffee and a stuffed croissant. We sat at a bar height laminate counter attached to the wall and eyed each other seductively.

  When I finished my drink, I grasped his free hand and tugged him toward the casino. “C'mon baby, bring your coffee with. You can hold my quarters while I play the slots."

  It was still early and the casino sparsely occupied. After buying a roll of quarters from a change girl we headed to an especially deserted area of slots, where I started playing five at a time. The machine I had picked had a progressive jackpot, which was worth over seven thousand. Playing for a few seconds holding my own with three oranges and three bells, I looked over and caught Scott staring at me.

  "You can have half of my quarters if you want to play the slots."

  He smiled and moved directly behind and against me. A chill ran to my belly as he whispered in my ear. “I'd rather play you."

  Then the stinker moved one hand under my tied off blouse while the other dipped under my mini-skirt and between my legs. My body was undulating to my groans as his busy fingers worked me over.

  "Mmmm, I love to make you wet. Mmmm, to make your pussy beg for it.” He whispered conspiratorially.

  I was just about to turn around, take his hand, find a nice private corner and have him fill my void, when a bell started ringing and lights began flashing. A man about ten machines looked over. He smiled and I pushed Scott's hands away quickly and looked back at my machine. Four bars. Not the progressive jackpot but good—$500. I jumped up and down and screamed. After that, I turned around and jumped up on Scott, my legs wrapped around him, like they had done in the shower. Ummm, he's hard.

  The same change girl came. She smiled at my enthusiasm and shut the bell and light off. After Scott set me down, she asked me to sign a slip and gave me five black Hilton chips.

  "That was pretty good.” Scott said. “Why don't you let me have one of those black chips so I can play Blackjack?"

  "I thou
ght you didn't gamble?"

  "I don't, but I decided I'd do it while you played the slots.” He chuckled. “Unless you want to quit, now."

  He knew I wouldn't want to quit. The sneak. “No way! And you're not going anywhere! We're going to find another machine and you're going to do just like you did here. Understand?"

  Scott sort of nodded. I took his hand and searched for another machine that seemed to have good vibes.

  Suddenly feeling not only lucky, but naughty also, I found one, two aisles down but a young lady was playing two or three machines about seven machines over. I whispered to Scott. “There's a lady there. She seems preoccupied but be discreet."

  "Okay,” he whispered back.

  I assumed the position and began playing. Again, Scott sexed me up. Each time I pulled the handle, he shoved his fingers in me and then he fondled my clit as the reels rotated. All of a sudden, a bonus—I came! I tried to be quiet as I squiggled around, but when the bells rang out again, I let it out. When my head stopped spinning and my vision cleared, I looked for the lady. She wasn't there, instead, she was right next to me.

  Smiling she said, “I hope you don't mind. I've been watching. You two have the damnedest system. I saw you earlier, too. Two jackpots. This is a big one too."

  The machine had four sevens—the jackpot was seventeen hundred. Totally excited, I jumped on Scott again until the change girl came and he set me down.

  This time the slot manager came over and checked the machine out as if we cheated. It made me mad, until the lady made me laugh.

  "My name is Wanda.” She winked. “I don't suppose you would loan me your man. Jackpot or climax, either way I win."

  Laughing, I answered her. “No, Wanda, sorry. I'm Rachel and this is Scott. We didn't mean for anyone to see us. I'm mortified that you did."

  "Don't let it bother you. I enjoyed the show. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll visit the ladies room."

  The slot manager took my driver's license and had me sign a form. It might have been a W-2 and then gave me check for seventeen hundred, sixteen dollars and thirty-five cents.