I needed a minute to recover, so we found our robes, again he filled our wine glasses and we moved to the other side of the living room where he sat at the piano and began to play. Within a few minutes of watching his strong arms and fingers play such beautiful music, I began to get turned on again. I went to the piano and hopped on top of the gorgeous black instrument with the million dollar view of the Vegas strip in front of me. I laid down across the piano and untied my robe, allowing it to fall around me exposing my naked body to him. He was lost in the music but when the song was over, he looked up, smiled and came around to where I was laying. He grabbed my ankles and slid me over to him.
He began to kiss my knees, then my thighs and run his hands up and down my legs. He was kissing his way up my inner thigh when I gasped at where he was headed. He grabbed my knees and again pulled me closer to him. He moved and began to kiss my belly button, slowly working his way south. Again, I gasped and again he pulled me closer to him. He was teasing me again. He began to lightly touch my thighs and belly with his fingertips. Going over my wet warmth just slightly but continuing on past it. Shit. I gasped again. Then he returned the way he had come and again barely touched me in the area that was begging for his attention. Fuck. I was so wet my thighs were slippery and he was enjoying every moment of it.
He began to lick my thighs and worked his way up so that the tip of his tongue touched the source of the wetness, just before he went to repeat the task on my other leg. Fuck! Again, he was licking my legs from the inner thigh to just the right spot but he would then retreat and repeat the process. Please. This time he when he reached my pussy he plunged his tongue inside me. SHIT! He was getting to the breaking point as well. He grabbed my hips and shoved his tongue into me over and over. Meanwhile, he brought his hand around and was rubbing the outside of my clit at full speed while he fucked me with his tongue. I grabbed his hair and held on tight as I began to cum. He only pushed his tongue in farther and began to shake his head from side to side to ensure I got off. FUCK! YES! FUCKKKK! YESSS! Then he leaned over my clit, took it in his mouth and sucked. FUCKKKKKK!
He pulled back, smiled, slid my ass closer to the edge of the piano and plunged his rock hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. He grabbed the terry cloth under me and used that to help guide me into position. As he went back and forth inside me, he again found my clit and began to rub it side to side with full force. Again, I began to shiver again and I begged him to cum on me. Within a few seconds, he pulled out and let his wonderful juices flow on my belly and breasts. I slid off the piano, dropped to my knees and sucked that wonderful cock dry. He gasped and moaned and would have cum again if he was able.
I stood up and fingered for him to follow me to the shower. It was a glass enclosure big enough for 8 people. I turned on the water and let it run over my sticky breasts and belly. I took the soap and began to wash myself. Of course, I wanted to be less sticky but I also wanted to continue this marvelous night of sex. I began to soap him as well, his chest, his arms, and his back. He wasn’t ready to go yet but he was definitely getting close again. I once again began to soap my breasts, my belly and between my legs. I put one foot up on the built-in seat, bent over slightly at the waist and began to wash my ass and crotch slowly deliberately showing him every move. Soon the water had more than washed away the soap but I was still rubbing. He stood behind me watching me and slowly began to stroke himself. He was almost where I needed him. I slipped one finger inside myself and gasped. I let it go in and out a few times before adding a second finger. My free hand reached up to my breast and pinched my nipple while I began to fuck myself while the water poured over me. I moved my mouth to just below the shower head and let the water run down my mouth while I was getting myself off.
He came up from behind me, put my foot back on the floor, bent me over straight legged at the waist, and slipped himself into me. Fuck. He reached around and grabbed my breasts and used them to guide my body back and forth while he fucked me. Yes! Faster and faster he pumped. He let go of my breasts and instead grabbed my hair from behind and continued to push me over at the waist so that he was getting an angle that caused him to fuck me so deep that my moans had turned into audible grunts. He let go of my locks with one hand and placed it on my ass and gave me a good slap. Shit! Then he slapped it again, while he fucked the shit out of me! FUCK! As he began pounding me and I began to yell feeling my orgasm approaching, he took his finger and stuck in right in the tip of my ass. SHIT! FUCK! YES! He was ramming me hard and fast and I began to cum while he pushed his finger deeper into my ass. Harder. Deeper. Faster. FUCKKKK! I pushed myself against him and tried to get him as far into me as possible. He grabbed my hips and held me there while he too began to cum. We both shivered as our bodies released at the same time. After a few seconds, I stood up, turned around and kissed him deeply. I was one lucky woman to have a man who was so good to me and even better when it came to sex.
We’d already had an amazing night and we hadn’t even been to the bedroom yet let alone broken out any of the lingerie or toys I had brought with me to add to the fun. This suite was better than any aphrodisiac we’d ever tried!
It didn’t take long before the booze and the suite got me ready to go again. Not to mention watching my naked man walk around with his cock hanging low. Sometimes after sex is just the right time for that wonderful combination of not standing at attention ready to pound something and not just tucked back into himself. It is that wonderful in-between when it’s long and hanging low enough to remind a girl of what’s waiting for her with just a hint of encouragement but not intimidating enough that just looking at it makes you think twice about really wanting that giant piece of man pounding who knows what areas of yourself. Nope, a cock after sex warm and happy and comfortable in a penthouse suite with Jack coursing through it is just right. Hanging well past the balls and just the right amount of girth around makes it look like a tasty sausage. And that was just how I was gonna treat it. After I made a phone call.
The girl who had checked us in and gave us the subtle upgrade had to be thanked. She was pretty, in her late twenties and clearly wanted us to have the time of our lives that night. We had already had a night better than most thanks to the giant jacuzzi tub and Jack Daniels (and the piano and the view and the shower and the wine and so on) but it was only just beginning. I called the front desk and asked for Amber. Of course she knew what room it was thanks to the hotel’s phone system. I told her how grateful we were for such an extravagant room and how much fun we were having already. I was deliberately vague with my intentions but inviting. I had to know if Amber was willing to join our little party without offending her. After all, this girl had just given us quite a gift and I didn’t want to make her wish she hadn’t.
My hunch was right. Amber make it clear she was glad we were enjoying the suite and that if there was anything she could do to make our stay more pleasurable, to be sure to let her know. I explained to her that we would really like to express our gratitude in person if she was up for a drink after her shift, we’d be happy to buy her one. She said she’d be happy to join us and would meet us in the rooftop bar in one hour.
Perfect! Just enough time to have a little snack first. My man was still walking around the suite in awe with his bottle of Jack half empty when I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head on his chest. That’s a great feeling, having your man wrap himself around you and make you feel like nothing bad could ever happen to you. But this was Vegas in a high roller suite and frankly, just thinking of it got me hot. So, I started kissing his chest, then his stomach, and then I got on my knees in front of him. His cock wasn’t fully hard but it was definitely pointing at half mast rather than hanging low as it had been a few moments before.
I look a long look at it, then up at him, smiled and opened wide. Within a few seconds my mouth began to fill with his cock getting harder and harder. I began moving back and forth, slowly at first wanting him to enjoy himself. To help stea
dy himself, he put his right hand on the glass floor to ceiling windows that gave us a never-ending view of the strip. His breathing was deeper and louder than a few moments before. I took his left hand and placed in on my hair, wanting him to understand that this was his turn and he could do want he wanted. I didn’t have to be in charge. He got the message but left his hand there for a few more minutes while I softly and slowly went back and forth from sucking just the tip to taking his full shaft in my mouth and down my throat.
Pretty soon, he began to need more and he curled his fingers through my long, messed hair. Here we go! He began to guide my head a little faster and held it at the base of his cock a little longer each time before releasing me for air. Come on, you can do better than that. I needed to get him to want to take control. I popped his cock out and started licking his balls. My hands rubbing his lower half back and forth between his perfect butt cheeks, asshole and tickling his balls. He gasped. I took both his balls in my mouth and sucked while I started to stroke his cock. I am never quite sure if I am doing it right but my man knows me well enough that if it’s not how he likes it, he can take the lead and then it will be.
It look a few minutes, so I must have been doing something right, before he pushed back from me, got down on his knees, looked me deep in the eyes, and kissed me. Long and slow at first. The kiss ended with me on my back and him hovering over me. Please, please make love to me. He kissed me again as he entered me. Yes. I was soaking wet from the time on my knees and my pussy was grateful that it was finally being paid some attention.
He was watching me. He does that sometimes. He likes to watch me cum and every little bite of my lower lip and gasp of breath, it’s as though he gets the whole show play by play and he gets off on it. I know he does. He pulled back, almost completely out and my eyes widened. No, I begged. Don’t worry. Patience. Then he shifted his weight and plunged it all the way in. YES! Fuck that’s good. Again, he pulled back, too far for me to be happy with it, thinking one slight shift and it’s out and my pussy is gonna scream at both of us! But then, aah, one long strong push and he’s as far inside me as he can get while maintaining our position. For now, that was enough.
After about a minute I was begging him to fuck me. Get going already, none of this one slow long pump at a time, I wanted the ride damn it! Fuck me! Are you sure? YES! Damn it! FUCK ME! That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He pulled me toward him, grabbed my ankles, opened my legs wide, shifted his weight and plunged his cock into me with everything he had. Back and forth, ramming me, pounding me, fucking me like there was no end! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!!!! I came quickly and repeatedly. On my third orgasm he let out a little curse and shivered as we came together.
Something about the sharp lights of Vegas and the sweet love we shared was a beautiful contrast. Laying there on the floor in the mess of our own juices, we looked into each others eyes and smiled. Love is an amazing thing. As my eyes began to close, I remembered. Amber! Clean up! We have to go!
The rooftop bar was always crowded but as an employee, Amber was hooked up with a corner table away from most of the other patrons. We had both taken a quick shower so that if she wasn’t really up for more than a drink, we didn’t offend her by smelling of sex and booze. Amber already had an almost empty glass in front of her when we arrived. I apologized for our being late and she explained she got off work a little early and was ready to relax and let the day be over and the night begin. I was pretty sure this girl was going to be the perfect addition to our evening but again I had to be positive before I invited her to join us. Her upgrade had been incredible for our sex life so far and I certainly didn’t want to blow it now.
We had a few rounds of drinks and Amber wanted to dance. She and I went out on the dance floor and left my man to sit and drink and watch, just how he liked it. At first. We would dance for a few songs, come back, down a drink and dance again. Amber was a much better dancer than I was but it was exhilarating just enjoying the night with this new girl who had changed into a dress that rocked her body. We had the attention of most of the men in the club and those few women who weren’t threatened by us were around us laughing and dancing and enjoying themselves right along with us. The bartender announced last call and I looked at Amber. “The party isn’t over, we just need to relocate,” she said.
She grabbed my wrist, led me to my man at the table, fingered him to follow us and she began to strut out the door with her perfect ass swinging from right to left with so much force that I was surprised she didn’t fall over! I was following her, watching her and he was following me, watching us. She took the room key from his hand, put in the elevator, and winked at the camera. Then she pushed me against the wall of the elevator and kissed me. I wasn’t completely surprised but I wasn’t completely expecting that either. I was too in shock to kiss her back so she moved to my neck and grabbed and rubbed my right breast. I moaned and she smiled. She kissed me again and this time I was ready. My tongue was willing and able and I bit down softly on her bottom lip. She moaned. Here we go.
The elevator dinged and she again led me by the wrist down the hall to our room. My man followed. She opened the door and ordered him to get us some drinks. He opened a new bottle of Jack and we all toasted to new friends and million dollar views. Then, she pulled her dress off over her head and stood there with her rock hard body in a matching white lace bra and panty set. Now that was a million dollar view. She smiled at both of us but clearly decided that if he enjoyed watching us dance, he’d love this! She came up to me and pulled my dress off next. Then she began lightly touching every inch of my body. I was soaking through my g-string by the time she began to tug it off my hips. Her lips were on my breasts and her fingers slipped between my legs. I gasped and rolled my head back and enjoyed every moment. She had clearly been with a woman before because she knew exactly when to rub my clit and when to slip inside me and when to add pressure and where. She was a pro and within a minute I was moaning aloud and experiencing an orgasm right there in the living room.
As my shaking slowed, she smirked and asked how the show was. In response, my husband tipped his glass to her, smiled and drank. His pants were a clear sign of his enjoyment since the zipper was straining against the pressure of his huge cock clearly wanting to participate. “May I?” she asked me. I nodded and she crawled over to where he sat, unzipped his pants and leaned back. Impressive. He looked at me for one last “are you sure?” I just smiled and slipped my hand between my legs as it was my turn to watch.
She began to wrap her fingers around his shaft and spit on it to get it nice and wet. She began to stroke him and I was getting hot. Jealousy is one of those things that could be an issue but this was my present to him. I wanted him to have some fun with a woman who could please us both and we would never see again. Amber had a perfect body and didn’t live in our state, so she was just right. She bent down and began to kiss his gorgeous cock. He was torn between watching her and watching me play with myself.
I could tell this was getting him a little too excited too fast because pretty soon he shifted, grabbed her hair and turned her head so it was pointed between my legs instead of his. If you insist. And she dove in with wild abandon. She sucked, licked, nibbled and tugged on my clit all the while fucking me with her other hand. Shit! She had done this many times before. God! YES! GOD! YES! FUCK! YES! Just as I was about to cum, she stuck her other finger in my asshole and sucked my clit into her mouth with full force. HOLY SHIT!!!! The orgasm sent me into mini convulsions.
And to think, we were supposed to be thanking her! Soon the three of us were all in bed, enjoying each other and trying to top one another. Somehow those two ended up competing to see who get me to curse the loudest thus showing they were the better at making me cum. Of course, I was trying very hard not to scream, making them work even harder and my body enjoying it even more. It was a night like no other. I could not even count how many times I came that night but as Amber left us, she handed me her card and told us to look her
up the next time we were back in town. We thanked her for an incredible evening and one we would never forget. I watched her until the she disappeared into the elevator. I closed the room door, sighed and smiled at my husband. He gave me a long deep kiss and then offered me a pack of cigarettes. He lit a cigarette, took the first drag and then took the match to the corner of the card. It was better that way.
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 39
I’ve learned in this life there are three kinds of people; those who do bad things, those who don’t (ever) and those who don’t usually but wish they did. That third group of people tend to hang around close to the naughty ones but only close enough to watch, never to get caught or really fuck up their lives. Just enough that every once in a while they will have a story that they can keep tucked away in the back of their minds until that random moment when they remember that day, that adventure and a sneaky, giddy, slightly-embarrassed smirk crosses their face. For this third group, college is wonderful fantasy place somewhere between adolescence and adulthood where time stands still and stories remain sacred and we can do those things we have always watched and wondered about.
Most of my college Friday nights were spent handing out with friends, drinking, laughing, and dancing. I wouldn’t consider myself a slut in college. In fact, rarely did I go home with anyone but my battery powered trustworthy toy that I hid in the space between my wall and my mattress. Many offers were tempting but the reality of the next morning was something that I quickly learned I couldn’t handle well and it was a much better idea to listen to my friends tell me all about their wild nights with hot guys and even hotter girls. Weeks later they would also tell me about the lines at the free health clinic and how they died inside when someone else they recognized walked in the front door as they walked out. No, the rare evenings when I would let my guard down and give into the hot, begging pulls of that area below my navel had to have two factors: ridiculously large amounts of alcohol and next to impossible odds of ever seeing that person or persons again. Lucky for me, Tammy and Scott were around on the inaugural evening of the ice luge and a bowl of mystery punch that would be able to double as paint thinner in the morning.
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