by K D Grace
‘Ooh yes! Ooh yes, Elsa, I’d like that so much.’
Deb disengaged from her exquisite deep-throating. ‘Hey, that’s not fair, Elsa, what about me? My pussy needs fucking too.’
‘I’ll take care of you, sweetie,’ Pike said. But as he started to undo his fly, Elsa raised a hand.
‘No. You don’t get to come this time, Pike.’ She shot him a vicious half-smile. ‘I need you to man the controls. Horse!’ she called to the Native American. ‘Deb needs a good fuck.’ She turned her attention back to the crestfallen Pike. ‘Put it away, and keep it put away. You’ve had yours for tonight.’
With some difficulty, the man zipped his cock back into his jeans and stood to go, but before he did, he offered Elsa a wicked smile. ‘I still won the bet, and it was still worth spanking your ass.’
She flipped him off as he left the room, and Horse came in with his fly already open, revealing the reason for his equine nickname.
‘What do you think, Deb?’ Elsa said. ‘Will our clients like watching us play with Mr Chase’s cock?’
‘Oh yes, Elsa. He has a fabulous cock and nice, tight balls. Look how they nestle up close in all those lovely, silky boy curls.’ She gave his pubes a tickle that made him squirm against the couch.
Beetle slipped the shirt off his shoulders and ran long, black nails over his back and biceps then down his chest where she raked his nipples to torturous points. ‘And he has such a delicious body,’ she said, gripping his fingers with her tight pussy lips. ‘Please, Elsa, can we keep him?’
‘That’s entirely up to Mr Chase,’ Elsa replied.
‘I know what you’re doing, Elsa,’ Nick managed around a nibble and lick of Beetle’s engorged areola, unable to muster enough self-control to disengage from his very enjoyable task.
Elsa batted innocent eyes at him. ‘I can tell them to stop if you’d like.’
‘Please, Mr Chase.’ Beetle sighed. ‘Don’t make us stop. I so want to ride that big cock of yours, and I promise, I’ll hold on tight.’ As if to demonstrate, she gripped his fingers with powerful girlie muscles and his cock surged in Deb’s mouth, causing her to moan and lift her arse for Horse, who had slipped out of his jeans and released his enormous cock.
‘Oh pleeeze, Elsa! I can’t stand it,’ Beetle keened. ‘Please let me fuck him now.’
Elsa nodded permission. As Deb pulled away, Horse handed her a condom, which she unwrapped, and rolled onto Nick’s cock with her mouth. Jesus, he thought that only happened in porn films. She stepped back, holding her pussy lips open for Horse, who took up the position behind her. Her face alone was nearly enough to make Nick come with its mix of grimaces and smiles and concentrated biting and sucking of lips and teeth as she grunted and pushed until she was fully impaled. All the while, Horse held very still and did nothing more than guide himself home.
‘That’s a girl,’ Elsa said. ‘Horse’ll keep your tight little cunt good and busy while you watch Beetle make our Mr Chase come.’
‘Why don’t you make me come, Elsa?’ Jesus, where did he get the balls to ask that?
Beetle offered a little pout and Elsa simply smiled. ‘I’m not on the menu tonight. I’ve already had my bottom royally thrashed and my ass fucked hard. However –’ her smile turned positively evil ‘– I can have Horse do you, if you’d prefer.’
Nick held her gaze and returned her evil smile, feeling way more playful than he should under the circumstances. ‘I doubt my little asshole’s up for that tonight. And besides, Beetle here’s good and ready.’ With that, he grabbed the Goth by her hips and pulled her down onto his anxious dick.
Her grip was fist tight. He cried out and held her still, for a horrible moment fearing he’d end the show before it even began. It was only then, as he grabbed Beetle by her short, raven hair and pulled her into a hard tongue kiss that he realised he was putting on a show, and he was doing it for Elsa Crane, just like she’d planned, just like she knew he would. God, the woman was devious.
He fingered the Goth’s little beaded clit and she quivered and clenched. Once again, her tight grip demanded his full concentration to hold his wad. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see he had Elsa’s full attention. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath accelerated. Good! If she wanted a show, he’d see she got one.
He pulled away just enough to speak. ‘Your little clit’s like a rock, Beetle. Shall I stroke it for you? Oh yes, you like that, don’t you? I bet you can come as often as you’d like, can’t you?’
She bit her lip and nodded. ‘Shall I come for you, Mr Chase?’
It was Elsa who responded. ‘Oh yes do, Beetle. Your sweet pussy gets so tight and yummy when you come.’ She offered Nick an innocent smile. ‘She’ll make you feel so good, Mr Chase.’ She batted long, dark lashes at him, and he braced himself. Christ! How was he going to hold out for … For what? Just so he could impress Elsa Crane?’
‘I’m coming! I’m coming,’ Beetle gasped, raking her clit against his pubic bone and gripping his cock in a sweet, wet stranglehold that had him seeing stars and holding his breath to keep from exploding.
The wave had barely passed and he was just about to pat himself on the back for surviving round one, when Deb shouted, ‘I’m coming, oh I’m coming too. Put it in my ass, Horse. I want to feel that piece of meat up my asshole!’
Elsa leant forward and patted Nick on the bare thigh. ‘Oh, you’re gonna love this. Deb didn’t get the nickname Stretch for nothing.’
Fuck! If Nick had even had a tiny bit of his brain that wasn’t focused on his crotch, he would have closed his eyes to give himself some breathing room, but how could he possibly look away?
Deb eased herself up off Horse’s cock, and he sat back in one of the dining room chairs. Her sopping slit still convulsing in aftershocks, Deb squatted on his muscular thighs so the whole of her was splayed for Nick’s viewing pleasure. Then she shifted her hips and spat heavily on her hand. Horse did the same.
While she slathered his enormous cock, he rubbed and probed and lubed up her anus, which sucked first two, then three wriggling and scissoring fingers. Then he gripped her arse cheeks as though he would pull her apart, spreading her until Nick could see her dark, round hole dilated and ready.
Nick felt the buzz of arousal from the tips of his toes all the way to the crown of his head. His balls were approaching critical mass. And how the hell could Beetle’s grip just keep getting tighter?
‘You want to watch, don’t you, Mr Chase?’ Elsa’s voice was little more than a whisper. ‘And no matter how manly you are, and how much you like pussy, a part of you would like to know what it feels like to have your tight little asshole so used, so abused.’
Nick couldn’t manage a reply. He was pretty sure he’d totally forgotten how to speak. And anyway, Elsa already knew the answer.
Deb huffed and groaned and bit her lip in fraught concentration as she bore down, her gaping back hole swallowing Horse’s enormity centimetre by grudging centimetre, and Nick couldn’t have looked away if his life depended on it. He’d gone to shallow breathing mode. He tried desperately to think about something boring, something unsexy, anything unsexy, but his brain wasn’t having it.
‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ Deb chanted in tight little gasps. And Horse, still holding her arse cheeks in kneading, fisting palms, thrust up into her until the slap, slap of flesh against flesh metered the heavy breathing in the room and Deb’s chants. Horse’s balls bulged and rocked, bulged and rocked as Deb rode him. Then her chant changed to, ‘I need more, I need more, I need more!’
Fuck! How the hell could anyone possibly need more than Horse?
She slapped at the table like a wrestler tapping out when he’d been defeated, until her fingers caught on the edge of the fruit bowl, catapulting fruit in all directions. Plums and apples rolled onto the floor. Grapes smashed beneath the slap of her hand. Then her fist closed around a ripening banana. Nick’s heart lurched and his balls tensed. Dear God, surely she wouldn’t? Surely she couldn’t
…?
Just then Beetle began to wail, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!’
‘Fuck! Oh fuck!’ Nick gasped. The Goth’s grip clenched like iron bands around his erection, just as Deb shoved the banana deep in her gaping pussy.
One thrust, two and three, and she joined Beetle in a trembling chorus of, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.’ She would have bounced off Horse’s lap but for the anchorage offered by his monster cock up her arse. Her tits bounced, her body convulsed, and Horse roared like a lion, gripping her buttocks hard enough to bruise.
Before Nick could congratulate himself for being the last man standing, he caught a glimpse of Elsa out of the corner of his eye, shifting on her cushion. The light fell against the hammering of her pulse in her throat, and he was certain she was trembling out a stealth orgasm. Why else would she shift so on her sore bottom? Why else would she suck her bottom lip so intently? Why else would her eyelids flutter and her gaze become suddenly unfocused? And it was certainly nowhere near cool enough in the room to make her shiver so hard.
He’d made Elsa Crane come. Jesus Christ, he’d made Elsa Crane come!
And that was it, he could hold his wad no longer, and he came like there was no tomorrow while Beetle crooned against his ear, ‘That’s it, Mr Chase. Come for me. Come hard. Oh, that’s so good, isn’t it, your yummy cock pumping out all that hot jizz you’ve been holding back. My oh my, we’re all gonna have so much fun together.’
Then, for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing. Before anyone could do more than moan and gasp, Pike burst from the control room and handed a memory stick to Elsa, then stood back, making no attempt to hide his hard-on.
‘You got it, then?’ Elsa asked.
‘I did.’
‘Good.’ She stood carefully and handed it to Nick. ‘This is for you. A memento of tonight’s adventure. Hal Easter will show up tomorrow morning to fill your position as limo driver, and you are to report to the address on the memory stick if you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract. Because that’s the only way she’ll get her bonus.’
She bent down and brushed a fleeting kiss across his lips, grabbed up her bag, and disappeared out the door, leaving him naked and still buried to the hilt in Beetle’s wet pussy.
Chapter Six
This time, Nick barely made it past the entrance hall in the suite at the Bellagio before Elsa joined him. She was wearing a backless red sundress with her dark hair piled carelessly on top of her head. The matching heels made her calf muscles swell and flex exquisitely. The dress was not curve-hugging, but quirky and lightweight enough that he could again make out the length of her legs beneath the fabric as she stood backlit by the late afternoon sunlight streaming in the window.
His cock threatened a takeover as he recalled the way he’d seen Elsa last night, all trussed up and exposed. Even more so as he recalled her on the sofa next to him watching him fuck Beetle, watching him and acting as though she were above it all. But she wasn’t. She had come! He had watched the little sex romp featuring him and the Mount Vegas people over and over after he got home, always fast-forwarding to the shots of Elsa. Pike had made sure there were more than a few, but then he’d made sure there were plenty of shots of everyone. This wasn’t a porn film. There were no close-up crotch shots, no come shots. This was the kind of camerawork that an amateur might shoot of a voyeuristic experience. Somehow that made it all the hotter.
Perhaps Pike had chosen to integrate so many shots of Elsa because Elsa was the only voyeur in the room. Everyone else was a participant. But Nick was certain, as he played back through the shots of Elsa, that she had most definitely come. That he had been the reason for her orgasm left him feeling way more satisfied that it probably should have.
‘You’re late.’ The slight gravel in Elsa’s voice, as though she’d just got out of bed after hot sex, had his full attention and, fuck, if her head to toe inspection of him didn’t have him blushing like a schoolboy.
He stood shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, doing his damnedest to hold her gaze. Jesus, the last thing he wanted was to come across nervous in front of the woman, but he just couldn’t help himself, not when he knew why he was here. He finally found his voice. ‘I … wasn’t sure I would come at all right up until I found myself being escorted upstairs by that big guy.’
‘Pagan.’
He nodded. ‘Does he ever … you know.’ Jesus, could he sound any stupider?
‘He does, yes. In fact he much prefers showing off for the clients over being our resident badass, but he’s good at both.’
‘Have you and he ever …?’
‘Yes, Pagan and I have fucked. In fact –’ she motioned him into the kitchen and poured them both coffee ‘– I’ll just clue you in right now, everyone here has fucked everyone else. We’ve fucked each other in just about every combination you can easily imagine, and you’ll do the same for the next two months, if you can handle it. Oh, you’ve got fabulous equipment and the makings of seriously good control, but last night was just for you, Mr Chase, not for an audience.’
‘You were watching.’ He couldn’t quite block the video of her out of his head.’
She offered him a soft chuckle and nodded him to the table, where she sat across from him. ‘Yup. That I was, but I’m a very forgiving audience.’
‘I doubt that,’ he said.
She only shrugged, then held him in her exquisite blue gaze while she sipped her coffee. ‘So you think you’re up for it, then.’
‘I … don’t want to spank you.’ Jesus! Why had he suddenly taken to speaking every word that came into his mind?
‘Good, because I don’t want you to spank me,’ she replied.
‘Then I won’t have to …’
‘Not if I can help it,’ she said. ‘Now, if you really want to do this, if you really think you’re up for it, I’ll try to bring you up to speed and answer any questions you have. But first, I have to ask, why are you doing this for Tanya? She doesn’t deserve it, you know.’
‘You’re pretty quick to judge,’ he shot back at her, feeling more wounded than he should.
‘No, Mr Chase –’ her gaze cooled ‘– I’m not quick to judge. Have you told her?’
‘Not yet. No.’
She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. ‘I’d have thought you’d call her with the good news before the limo left the building last night.’
‘I told you, I was still deciding this morning.’ That wasn’t entirely true. He had decided before he went to bed in the wee hours, but even if he hadn’t, he just couldn’t bring himself to share what had happened last night. He was sure Tanya would have questions, questions he just didn’t want to answer. Besides, he figured he’d have to deal with her soon enough. It disturbed him he’d nearly forgotten why he was doing this until Elsa reminded him.
‘I’m sure she’ll be thrilled that you’re trying.’
‘You don’t think I can do it?’ He felt the tension in his shoulders like tight fists.
‘I’m reserving judgment.’ Her response felt like a slap in the face after last night, and he wondered if he’d made a mistake in coming back. It had never been his intention to even consider fulfilling Tanya’s contract until – until what he’d seen, what he’d done, what Elsa Crane manipulated him into.
‘You don’t want me here.’ God, he sounded like a pouty little kid.
‘If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here, Mr Chase. But being here and succeeding here are two very different things.’
She turned her attention to her iPad on the table in front of her before he could argue further. And really, what was there to argue? He wouldn’t even be here if he had half a brain. But he now had a driver so he’d no longer have to face the loathsome task of driving horny tourists around Vegas in the wee hours, and he owed Elsa for that. Christ, even in his own brain that sounded lame.
‘Do you … does Mount Vegas have offices or do you always meet in hotel suite
s?’ he asked, mostly to fill the stretching silence.
‘We have offices, yes. But we meet in hotel suites because they’re practical for what we get up to. In the course of the night we run anything from one to three fantasies for different clients. Sometimes we do daytime acts, but not often.’ She shrugged. ‘This is Vegas. We find the most centrally located hotel, set up the equipment and run everything from one site. The office is a much more private affair. We take care of other business there.’
‘Other business?’
‘You know – accounting, planning, organising, that sort of thing.’
He felt a nervous twitch developing just below his left cheekbone. He took a long drag at his coffee for courage and set the cup down. ‘Will you … will you train me?’
‘As much as we can in such a short time, yes. I’ve had Pike download some books and info you’ll need to help familiarise yourself with terminology and help you understand situations such as you witnessed last night with Pike and me, as well as those you’ll soon be participating in. There are several good glossaries and notes on all sorts of kink and fetish, and there’s a basic set of rules for life under contract with Mount Vegas. Most of those you’ve already seen from the outside in.’
There were so many questions he wanted to ask her about what he’d seen, but it seemed an invasion of privacy, even though he knew someone somewhere was actually watching. Someone had actually paid to watch Pike abuse her! He still couldn’t quite get his head around that. Of course he wasn’t totally ignorant of the kink that underpinned the foundations of Mount Vegas, but being aware of and actually seeing first-hand were two very different things. Beyond the privacy issue, he just couldn’t bring himself to ask the kind of questions the whole incident had evoked. He felt like a teenager, afraid to ask about sex. He’d have to get over that right quick, he figured.
‘I suppose you could say that we’re exhibitionists showing off sexually for our voyeuristic clients,’ Elsa said, ‘but we’re more just acting out for them what they want to see and setting up a way for them to watch that makes them feel like they’re sneaking a peek. The majority of what we do is pretty pedestrian. We have lots of generic watching sex in one hotel room through a scope in another. Now, thanks to Fifty Shades of Grey, we have lots of billionaire and virgin scenarios.
