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11/26/2005

Three Years Ago
<br>
I was kneeling on the bed between Freddy's legs, gently
rubbing the
insides of his thighs. His cock was soft, hanging innocently
down
toward the sheets. "So, you want me to be your little
serving wench
for your poker game, do you?" <br>
"Well . . . kind of . . . yeah." Freddy looked at
me sheepishly. "It
might be . . . you know . . . fun . . ." I looked down at him
with a
smirk as my fingers toyed with his legs.
<br>
"And I suppose you want me to wear high heels?"
I asked coyly. Freddy
lifted his eyebrows. I didn't even own a pair of high
heels back then.
<br>
<br>
"Would you?" <br>
"Well, like you said . . . it might be fun." I couldn't
believe I was
agreeing to wear high heels for his poker buddies, but as
I rubbed his
thighs and saw his cock begin to twitch, I thought maybe
this could be
fun.
<br>
"You know, " I continued in my sexiest voice,
"if I'm wearing high heels,
I'd have to wear a short skirt, too. Wouldn't I?"
<br>
Freddy eyed me curiously. "How short?" <br>
I rubbed my hands to the top of his legs and leaned forward,
letting my
C-cup breasts sway freely in front of his eyes. "Really
short, " I
purred. Now his cock was definitely starting to stir. I
had never
played the vamp before, and I liked the effect.
<br>
Freddy put his hands behind his head and studied me. "You'd
really wear
a short skirt and high heels to serve us snacks at the poker
game?" <br>
I shrugged and rubbed his thighs. "If that's
what you want . . ." <br>
Freddy nodded and thought for a while as I continued to massage.
"What
else would you wear?" <br>
"Well, " I said, "I could wear that little
belly shirt you bought me -
you know, the thin white one with the three buttons on the
front." I
rubbed a little higher on his legs, grazing his balls with
my
fingertips. "That is, if you want me to." Freddy
smiled.
<br>
Freddy bought me the belly shirt for his birthday last year,
and I had
only worn it around the house, never in public. It was tight
and
sheer, and without a bra my nipples were clearly visible
through it.
Hell, even with a bra you could see my nipples through it.

<br>
"God, " he sighed, "that would be too
sexy. High heels, a skirt and that
belly shirt? I don't know." Freddy wanted a faithful,
respectable
wife, but his cock was at half-mast over the idea of exposing
me to his
poker buddies. "What would the guys think?"
<br>
I grasped his stiffening cock in my hands and slowly started
jacking him
off. "What do you think they're going to think?
They'll probably get
nice big hard-ons, just like this." I stroked up and
down his shaft
and he inhaled sharply.
<br>
"Oooh, God, " he wheezed, "they probably
will." He closed his eyes and
lay back for a while with his arms crossed over his face as
I stroked
him, his rod now at full attention. After a minute or so I
heard a
faint voice escape from under the arms covering his face,
"You gonna
wear a bra?" <br>
With those words I knew he really wanted it. "Hmmm, "
I teased, "I don't
know." A droplet of precum leaked onto the tip of his
cock and I
rubbed it around with my thumb. "Do you want me to wear
a bra,
Freddy?" <br>
Freddy's eyes were still closed and his face hidden
behind his arms.
Slowly he shook his head from side to side to say no.
<br>
In my softest and sexiest voice, I took the conversation
to the next
level. "You want them to see my nipples, don't
you Freddy?" <br>
He slowly nodded his head up and down. I was quiet for a few
moments,
stroking his cock and studying his face. "Do you want
me to wear those
little thong underwear you bought me, too. Do you want your
friends to
see my ass when I bend over, Freddy? Is that what you want?"
He was
breathing heavily now. He nodded.
<br>
I loved the effect I was having on him. "Oh, Freddy, "
I teased,
"you're a bad boy. You want your wife to be a little
tease for your
friends, don't you?" Freddy let out a little
snort and I continued in
a whisper, "do you want your poker buddies to see the
outline of my
pussy when I bend over, Freddy? Do you want me to wear my thong

underwear so they can see my ass and my pussy when I bend over?
And
see my nipples through my slutty little shirt? Is that what
you want?" <br>
<br>
"God, I love you, " he sighed.
<br>
I rubbed him slowly, in complete control of the situation.
"What else
do you want, Freddy? Do you want to bet my clothes, so I can
lose my
top and my skirt and my underwear? Is that what you're
planning? Do
you want me to parade around naked for you and your friends,
in just my
high heels? Is that want you want?" <br>
He moaned.
<br>
"You want me to walk around topless? . . . With no underwear?
. . . Do
you want your buddies to see my pussy and my tits while I serve
them
beer and pretzels? Do you want your friends to see my tits
and my
pussy, Freddy?" <br>
He nodded and mumbled something that sounded like "yes"
and I continued
to stroke his cock. I couldn't believe I was saying
these things - I
had never spoken this way before. I had always been straightlaced
and
reserved and never talked dirty or even fantasized about
it. But I
couldn't deny that I was turned on. As for Freddy, he
was on the verge
of orgasm. I slowed down even more to hold him off, keeping
him right
on the edge. "What else do you want? Tell me, Freddy,
what else do
you want." <br>
"Mmmm, " was all he said. God, his throbbing
cock looked good. I had an
incredible urge to lean forward and suck him into my mouth,
but I
didn't. Back then I didn't even like oral sex and
rarely went down on
Freddy.
<br>
"Do you want your friends to touch me, Freddy. Is that
what you want?" He nodded ever so slightly and his cock felt like it was about
to
burst. I stopped stroking and held the head of his cock in
a tight
circle in my fingers. "You want them to touch me, don't
you, Freddy?
Do you want your naked wife to sit on the winner's lap
and let him feel
my tits? Do you want that?" <br>
He moaned again. I squirmed, fighting the urge to rub my
pussy.
<br>
"Do you want me to grind my naked pussy on the bulges
in their pants,
Freddy? You know they'll have bulges in their pants,
don't you?
They're going to have big hard-ons in their pants from
looking at your
naked wife, Freddy, from looking at my tits and my pussy.
Do you want
me to sit on their laps and lean back against them while they
play with
my nipples? Do you want me grinding my pussy against your
buddies
while you watch, Freddy? You do, don't you?"
<br>
Freddy wasn't saying anything, just biting his lip.

<br>
I whispered even lower. "Do you want me to spread my
legs for them and
let them play with my pussy? Do you want them to slide their
fingers
into my wet pussy and play with my clit and make me come while
I'm
sitting in their lap, right in front of you? Is that what
you want?" <br>
"Oooooooohhhhhhh, " he groaned.
<br>
"Do you want me to kiss them, Freddy? Do you want me
to sit on their
laps and put my tongue in their mouths while they play with
my pussy,
Freddy? Do you want to watch while I make out with your friends
and
they finger fuck me?" <br>
He was lying back with his eyes closed, hyperventilating
and trying to
thrust his hips into my hands. I squeezed my thighs together,
sending
little waves of orgasm through me.
<br>
"Do you want to bet me? Is that what you want? Do you
want to exchange
me for a pile of chips so your friends can take me and do what
they
want with me right in our own living room? You want that,
don't you
Freddy?" I was gripping his cock tight so he couldn't
come. "Do you
want to lose me on a hand of poker and watch the winner push
me down on
my knees? Do you want to watch him take his big, hard cock
out of his
pants and rub it all over my face? Is that what you want Freddy?
Do
you want to watch me suck your friends' cocks?"
He opened his eyes and
was looking at me now in ecstasy and disbelief. I licked
my lips for
him, acting like a total slut. (After all, this was a fantasy,
wasn't
it?) "Do you want them to come in my mouth, Freddy?
Do you want me to
suck off your friends until they come in my mouth?"
He was going crazy,
breathing heavy and thrusting his raging hard-on into
my hand. I
loosened my grip and he immediately shot off, sending giant
streams of
come shooting across his chest and belly. His orgasm seemed
to go on
forever as I milked the last drops from his shaft. Freddy
had a sticky
pool of semen from his belly button to his nipples and he
lay back on
the bed with his arm over his eyes, groaning.
<br>
My pussy was on fire and I was hoping that Freddy would get
hard again
and take care of me. Unfortunately, he stayed on his back
with his
eyes closed and his hands over his face. I got the feeling
he was
embarrassed and didn't want to look at me. Eventually
I got up off the
bed and threw him a washcloth to clean the come off his belly.

Frustrated, I pulled on some sweats and headed downstairs.

<br>
Freddy came down a little later and casually asked what
I was making for
dinner, as if nothing wild had just gone down in our bedroom.
I was
feeling too weird about it to bring it up myself, so we ended
up
pretending it never happened. Freddy never again brought
up the idea
of me with other men, or even my wearing sexy clothes in public.

Shortly after that episode, two of Freddy's poker
buddies moved and the
game eventually ended. I continued to go to move up the ladder
at my
corporate job, wearing my conservative business suits,
going to local
charity events and building my career. Freddy stopped
playing poker
and our fantasy faded away like a dream, never spoken of
again.
<br>
Employee of the Year
<br>
Three years later Freddy surprised me with the news that
he won a long
weekend in Las Vegas as Employee of the Year for his company.

Everything was first class, from our plane tickets to the
high-roller
suite at one of the nicest hotels on the Strip.
<br>
Before the trip, Freddy mentioned that "maybe it
would be fun" if I
bought some sexy clothes with me. I shot him a quizzical
look but he
looked away and immediately changed the subject. It was
like he was
afraid that I would bring up the fantasy again, and it was
clear he
didn't want to talk about it. I knew it still turned
him on though,
because every now and then I would find Freddy's porno
magazines and
they would open right to the page with stories about slut
wives.
<br>
I was 31 by now and still in top shape from going to the health
club
five days a week. I still turned heads with my flat stomach,
34-C
breasts, toned legs and long brown hair. I've been
told that I have
cat-like eyes and full lips that turn men on. Our sex life
was pretty
routine, though, with missionary-style sex once or twice
a week.
Sometimes Freddy went down on me -- I didn't really
like it but I let
him do it, sometimes. He had pretty much given up on trying
to get me
to give him head. I guess I might have done it once or twice
in the
past few years on special occasions, but I wasn't really
into it.
Things were getting a little dull, but for the most part
we were happy
enough. Both of us had gotten steady promotions and were
well thought
of at our companies and in the community, and we were planning
on
starting a family soon.
<br>
I didn't have any specific thoughts in mind, and I'm
not sure what made
me do it, but I made a special shopping trip before we left
for Vegas.
I got some very sexy, lacy and frilly thong underwear, a
few short
skirts, stiletto heels, and some sexy tops. I also packed
my old belly
shirt - the sheer white one with the three buttons on the
front - that
had sat untouched in my drawer for the last three years.
I packed my
sexy things in the bottom of my suitcase and figured they
would stay
there hidden throughout the week, but it was exciting just
to know they
were there. Freddy complained about how much stuff I was
taking, but
what husband doesn't? As far as he was concerned, my
bag was filled
with knee-length skirts and sensible shoes.
<br>
Getting Started
<br>
We arrived in Las Vegas early Friday afternoon and everything
was
perfect. Our suite was magnificent, with a huge living
room
overlooking the Strip, a hot tub, and huge bed. The bed was
big and
round, not queen-size or king-size but more like pharaoh-sized.
There
was a remote control that made the bed rotate in either direction
or
vibrate or rock like a boat. It was unbelievable!
<br>
Freddy was eager to hit the casino, so once we finished exploring
our
room he headed for the poker tables while I stayed to unpack.
We each
had our own walk-in closet complete with a dressing table
and
floor-to-ceiling mirrors.
<br>
I unpacked my bag layer by layer, hanging my dresses and
arranging my
socks like I did on my business trips. But after I got through
putting
away my everyday clothes I got to the bottom of my suitcase
where my
sexy things were. I unpacked my miniskirts and carefully
hung them on
hangers behind my other clothes. I folded my sheer blouses
and belly
shirts and put them in a bottom drawer. I put my sexy underwear
way in
the back with my other panties and bras. Just touching those
clothes
was getting me turned on. I figured maybe I would wear them
for Freddy
in our suite if we decided to get a little crazy.
<br>
After unpacking I put on some jazz, got a glass of white wine
from the
fridge in our bar, and fired up the jets in the hot tub. The
tub was on
a raised platform behind a tall window with a view all the
way to the
mountains. I stripped down and slid naked into the foamy
water with my
glass of wine in hand.
<br>
I lay back and listened to the music as the jets pulsed over
my body.
It was glorious, luxuriating in a hot tub on the top floor
of the most
expensive hotel in town with no obligations to anyone.
No one to
impress, no boss to satisfy, no respectable image to uphold.
I felt
like a different person - the Queen of Las Vegas.
<br>
I thought about the sexy clothes hanging in the closet and
the fantasy
Freddy and I talked about three years ago. I began to get
horny - a
feeling I hadn't had in years. I remembered talking
dirty to Freddy
about exposing myself and letting other men put their fingers
in my
pussy and sucking their cocks. I felt a tingling between
my legs and I
trailed one of my fingers along my thigh until it reached
the edge of
my mound. I circled around my pubic area with both hands
and
fantasized about wearing my sexy clothes down in the casino
for
everyone to see.
<br>
While I pictured myself wearing high heels and a mini skirt
my fingers
wandered to the lips of my pussy. I slid my fingertips along
the lips
and rubbed light circles around my clit. I found some massage
oil by
the side of the tub and squirted it across my chest. I rubbed
the oil
into my soft breasts, paying special attention to my nipples
which were
now stiff at attention, poking up through the bubbles on
the surface of
the tub. I rubbed my nipples with my left hand and reached
down with
my right to massage my clit, keeping up a steady rhythm with
both
hands. I was feeling delicious, listening to the soft music,
looking
out across the bright sunshine of the desert, the water
jets pulsating
over me while I rubbed myself.
<br>
I reached down further with my right hand and slowly slid
a finger into
my pussy while stroking my clit with my other hand. I kept
this up,
sliding one and then two fingers into myself while rubbing
my clit. I
had never given myself an orgasm from masturbating before,
but as I
worked on my pussy with both hands and focused my mind on
the closet
full of sexy clothes across the room tiny little jolts of
electricity
tingled through me. I thought about finding a sexy guy in
the casino,
dropping my chips in front of him, and bending down in my
miniskirt to
give him a view of my ass. I thought about wearing one of my
sheer
tops with no bra, giving everyone a clear view of my nipples.
I
thought about sitting at the bar and letting strangers
feel my legs and
play with my pussy. I kept rubbing my clit as I fantasized
in the tub,
and an image appeared in my mind of me in a miniskirt and high
heels,
kneeling topless on the floor in front of a stranger in a
suit. He
reclined in a chair with his cock in my mouth and his hands
pumping my
head up and down on his wet shaft. I thought about his orgasm
flooding
into my mouth and over my tongue and I rubbed my clit faster
and faster
until a shuddering orgasm crashed through my body. Spasms
shot through
me and I rocked back and forth in the hot tub, splashing foam
onto the
tiled floor. I kept rubbing, softly, as my orgasm subsided.
I lay
back in the tub for a long time, enjoying the wonderful feeling
of the
water on my skin.
<br>
A Change in Style
<br>
I stood nude before the mirror in my walk-in closet, studying
my body.
The working out had paid off, no doubt about it. Still looking
good at
31 with firm, uplifted breasts, curvy hips and long, lean
legs. I put
on a bra, pulled a yellow sundress off a hanger, and slipped
on a pair
of sandals. I took another sip of wine, spun around and looked
at my
butt. The baggy dress hid my curves and the flat shoes didn't
really
do anything for my legs. I took another sip of wine and examined

myself some more. Should I?
<br>
I dropped the sundress to the floor kicked off my sandals.
I looked at
my body again in the mirror and took another sip of wine.
I pulled on
a pair of black thong panties from the back of my drawer and
wrapped a
white miniskirt around my waist, zipping it up the side.
I put on a
sheer, white lacy bra and from the bottom drawer I pulled
out a pink
sleeveless knit top cut in a low V in the front, allowing
lots of
cleavage to show. I stood in front of the mirror, studying
myself from
all angles.
<br>
Almost as good as those little 19 year old sluts in Freddy's
magazines.
I reached up for the high heels and slipped them on, impressed
by the
whole package. Could I wear this out in public?
<br>
I went out to the balcony to see what it felt like to wear such
a skimpy
outfit in fresh air. I could feel myself getting turned
on again, like
I was in the hot tub, like I was three years ago in our bedroom.
I
dared myself to wander down the hall. I took another sip
of wine,
grabbed my keycard and opened the door a crack. There was
no one in
the hallway. I stepped out into the hall and let the door
click shut.
<br>
Oh, my God! I'm out in public in a miniskirt and heels.

<br>
If only the people in my office could have seen me, they wouldn't
have
believed it! My face was flush and I could feel the heat between
my
legs. I wobbled toward the elevator, shaky in my high heels.
I
decided I would just walk to the elevator and then go back
to my room
to change back into the sundress.
<br>
As I reached the elevator, the bell rung and the doors began
to slide
apart. I froze. A good-looking middle-aged man in expensive
slacks
and a silk shirt with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out
of the elevator
and paused in front of me. His eyes roamed over me and I could
tell
liked what he saw. His gaze sent chills down my spine. He
stood
holding the door for me, waiting for me to step inside.
<br>
"Ma'am, " he said, gesturing with his
hand. He was such a gentleman! I
felt so sexy standing in front of him in my revealing outfit.

<br>
I wasn't quite ready to go downstairs, though. Not
in this outfit.
"Umm . . . no thanks, I'm going up." <br>
He looked at me, still holding the door. "Ah . . . we're
on the top
floor, miss." <br>
Oh, no! You idiot! Think of something, quick! "I mean
. . . I forgot
my purse . . . I've got to go back to my room." I turned
and hurried
back down the hall. I could feel him walking right behind
me, checking
out the sway of my ass in my miniskirt. I felt so stupid!
<br>
"Beautiful place, isn't it?" he asked
as I stopped at my door, fumbling
with my card key. He was tall and had an excellent view down
my
low-cut top. "By the way, I'm Ted, " he
said, extending his hand.
<br>
"Carolyn, " I said, taking his hand. "Thanks
for not laughing at me. I'm
not used to staying in the penthouse!" <br>
"Oh, never mind, " he said with a smile, "anyway,
I can tell you belong
up here. Are you going down to the casino after you get your
purse?" <br>
I hadn't made up my mind, but I knew I couldn't turn
back now. "Umm,
yes. Yes I think I am, " I replied as I stepped into
my suite.
<br>
"Me too, " he said. "Maybe I'll see
you there." <br>
"Maybe. Nice to meet you." I closed the door
and took a deep breath.
My heart was pounding and my legs were wobbly. My pussy was
tingling
and my nipples were rock hard, poking through the bra and
the thin top.
<br>
<br>
I drained my glass, grabbed my purse, and stood at the door,
ready to go
back out. I looked at my reflection in the mirror by the door.
Maybe
it was the wine, or maybe it was the excitement of my encounter
with
Ted. Anyway, I'm not sure what made me do it but I reached
into my
shirt, unhooked my bra, pulled the straps over my arms,
and pulled it
up through the neck. I looked at myself again, and it looked
like I
was practically topless. My breasts were tightly encased
in the thin,
pink fabric, swaying freely with my hard nipples poking
through for
everyone to see. I grabbed my purse, turned the handle and
stepped out
into the hall.
<br>
As I walked toward the elevator I heard a door open and close
from down
the hall. It was Ted again. I knew he had been waiting for
me to come
back out, but I didn't mind. I smiled and gave him a little
wave over
my shoulder as I continued down the hall, my heart pounding
a mile a
minute.
<br>
Ted pulled up next to me as I pressed the button for the elevator.
His
eyes immediately found my braless tits. I was blushing
and smiling at
him as he raised his eyes to mine. "Hi again, "
I said.
<br>
"Well hello, " he replied with a big smile.
His eyes kept wandering down
my chest then back to my face. "Heading for the casino?"
<br>
I nodded. "I'm going to find my husband."
The elevator door opened and
we stepped in.
<br>
Ted pressed the button for the casino. "Well, I'm
sure he's doing well
down there, " he said as his eyes roamed over my body.
"I can tell he's
a lucky man." <br>
"Thanks, " I giggled as the doors opened. "Maybe
I'll see you later -
you never know how your luck might go in this town!"
Ted smiled and
watched me walk away.
<br>
Hi Honey!
<br>
In the casino I could feel every male eye on the floor following
me. My
braless tits were like magnets for the poor creatures.
I was used to
having guys check me out, but never like this. It felt so
naughty
being such an exhibitionist.
<br>
I wandered around until I spotted Freddy at a poker table
with a group
of guys who seemed to be having a good time. I stood behind
a slot
machine, spying on them. They were laughing and joking
while tossing
their chips and cards around the table, not nearly as serious
as the
somber people at the other tables.
<br>
As I approached the table the action stopped. Freddy's
jaw dropped.
The other men were ogling me out and exchanging glances
with each
other, but Freddy just sat there dumbfounded. One of the
men pulled
back a chair and invited me to join the game, but I just stepped
behind
Freddy's chair and put my hands on his shoulders. My
nipples were
poking through my little pink top for all of them to see,
and they were
digging it.
<br>
"Hi guys! Is Freddy taking all your money?"
When it dawned on them
that I was Freddy's wife they looked at him almost with
what seemed to
be a mixture of awe and admiration.
<br>
"You dog, you!" one of them shouted at him. "Why
didn't you tell us you
were hiding a fox upstairs?" <br>
"Freddy, you rascal." <br>
One of the men whistled. The game had completely stopped,
even the
dealer was staring at me.
<br>
Freddy turned to look at me. "I ... I . . you . . . you, "
was all he
could say. Eventually he collected himself and introduced
me to the
guys. Bob and Andy were about Freddy's age, early 30s
or so, and
good-looking. Bob had a blonde buzz cut and was clean shaven
with
broad shoulders. Andy had long brown hair tied back in a
pony tail, a
short-cropped goatee and a gold hoop in his left ear. Both
of the guys
were in good shape and had nice smiles. T.J. was only 24 and
really
cute. He was thin and muscular, like a bicycle racer, with
light-brown
curly hair under a faded baseball cap. They were really
friendly,
smiling at me and standing to shake my hand as Freddy introduced
me.
<br>
I stood behind Freddy, squeezing his shoulder as I reached
out to take
each guys' hand. "You boys have fun now, "
I said. "I'm going to go
play some roulette and then head back upstairs for a little
relaxation.
See you later honey, " I said to Freddy, then leaned
down to give him a
kiss. The fellows hooted as I sauntered away.
<br>
The roulette table was positioned right across the pit
from the poker
tables, so Freddy and the boys had a clear view of me. I sat
at the
end of the table by the wheel, bought $100 worth of chips,
and made
sure I bet on the high numbers at the far end of the table so
I would
have to stretch and lean over as much as possible. I played
for about
half an hour, giving the boys a show, then I cashed in and
returned to
the poker table.
<br>
Once again, the guys stopped playing when I showed up, making
comments
and jokes about Freddy's "luck." I laughed
and told Freddy that I was
going up to our room to relax, and hoped that he could break
away from
his game and come with me. The guys went crazy as Freddy gathered
his
chips.
<br>
"See ya later, Freddy!" Andy called.
<br>
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
yelled T.J.
<br>
"Have one for me, Fredd-O, " called Bob.
<br>
The Penthouse - Part I
<br>
Freddy wore a big smile as we rode the elevator to the Penthouse.
When
the last people got off at the 12th floor and we were alone.

<br>
"Well, do you like?" I asked, doing a little
twirl for him.
<br>
Freddy just kept smiling that same smile and shaking his
head. When we
got into the room and closed the door, Freddy stopped and
looked at me.
<br>
<br>
"You are beautiful, " he said, taking my hand
and leading me toward the
giant bed. Freddy laid me down on my back and kneeled beside
me,
kissing me deeply. As our tongues entwined he reached down
to massage
my breasts through the thin fabric, squeezing my tits and
gently
twisting my nipples with his fingers. Freddy kissed all
over my neck
and pushed my skimpy shirt down around my waist, exposing
my breasts.
He kissed his way down my chest and started licking and sucking
my
tits. My nipples were on fire and I held his head as he suckled
my
breasts. After working myself up all afternoon it felt
wonderful to
have Freddy's mouth and tongue on me.
<br>
Freddy pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor,
then
paused to look down at me. I lay back on the bed with my breasts

glistening with his saliva, wearing nothing by my miniskirt
and high
heels. I smiled at him and pushed my tits together, offering
them to
him. He went back to kissing and licking and sucking all
over my
breasts and playing with my nipples with his fingers. Then
he worked
his way lower, kissing down my flat belly to the top of my
skirt. His
hand found the zipper and slowly lowered it as he nibbled
my belly.
Freddy unwrapped the tiny skirt from my waist, leaving
me in just my
black lace thong panties and heels. He moved lower on the
bed and
starting kissing my legs, beginning at my knees and slowly
nuzzling and
kissing his way up my thighs.
<br>
My pussy was on fire as I spread my legs for him. Freddy kissed
his way
up to the top of my thighs and his hand lightly rubbed around
the
outside of my panties. Freddy continued kissing and rubbing
all around
my pussy, then he grabbed the waistband of my panties with
both hands
and lowered them down my legs.
<br>
Freddy knew that I usually didn't like him going down
on me, but as he
lay there between my legs, his face inches from my pussy,
our eyes met
and we had a moment of perfect understanding. I wanted it
and he knew
it. Freddy leaned forward and slowly licked the length
of my slit from
top to bottom and I let out a moan.
<br>
"Ooooh, God, that feels good baby, " I said,
running my fingers through
his hair. Freddy continued licking my slit and nibbling
on the lips of
my cunt. His finger found my clit and he lightly rubbed my
button
while sucking my pussy. "Yeah, baby, " I purred.
"That's so nice." Freddy moved up to lick and suck my clit while sliding a finger
in and
out of my wet snatch. I was really getting into it now and
bucking my
hips to meet him. Freddy sucked on my clit harder and plunged
his
finger into me as deep as it could go. I felt my second orgasm
of the
day coming on.
<br>
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my pussy.
"Don't
stop, " I begged. Freddy took the cue and doubled
his efforts, sliding
two fingers into me and sucking and licking my clit with
lust. I
grabbed his head and arched my back as Freddy sucked on my
pussy. The
first wave of orgasm hit with a scream, followed by wave
after wave
crashing through me, making me shake and quiver all over.
Freddy was
holding my butt off the bed in both hands, gently nibbling
me as I came
back to Earth. As I relaxed he slowly lowered me back down
to the bed
with his mouth still glued to my pussy.
<br>
Freddy reached down, undid his belt, shoved his pants to
his knees and
slid his cock into my hot, dripping pussy. He went balls-deep
on the
first thrust and then plowed his cock into me with long powerful

strokes, sinking his shaft all the way inside my body then
pulling back
and plunging in again and again. He leaned forward to kiss
me and our
tongues danced together as he worked his dick in and out
of my pussy.
I felt completely fulfilled with Freddy's tongue
in my mouth, his hard
cock in my pussy, and his hands squeezing and rubbing my
tits.
<br>
As we kissed and ground ourselves together I wrapped my
legs around
Freddy, digging my high heels into his back and pulling
him into me
even further. I had never worn heels in bed before and it
sent him
over the edge.
<br>
"Oooh, baby, " he moaned, "I'm gonna
. . ." Freddy slammed his cock into
me as deep as it would go. I held him tight with my legs and
arms and
felt his cock well up and shoot his seed inside me. I could
feel his
come flying out of cock against the walls of my pussy. Freddy

collapsed in a heap on top of me and I lay back against the
soft sheets
of our enormous bed, feeling completely satisfied and
fulfilled.
<br>
A New Wardrobe
<br>
Dusk was looming over the desert as I awoke. Freddy dozed
next to me,
his arm across my belly. I lay there for a long time, thinking
to
myself as the rising glow of the Strip streamed into our
suite. It
was a Friday night on the start of the holiday weekend and
you could
feel the buzz in the air.
<br>
Freddy rubbed his eyes, rose up on his elbow and looked at
me, shaking
the sleep from his head. "So, " he asked, "Where'd
you get the new
outfit?" <br>
"C'mon, " I said, "let me show you
my closet." I showed Freddy my
miniskirts and sexy panties and tops, and his eyes almost
bulged out of
his head. I giggled.
<br>
"You brought all this stuff?" Freddy asked
in disbelief.
<br>
"You mean you don't like my old sundresses?"
I asked with a laugh,
holding a long, baggy sundress against my body.
<br>
Freddy didn't answer. He just smiled and took the sundress
from my
hands, then gathered up the other sundresses and my white
cotton
underwear and t-shirts and sandals and marched out of my
closet and
into his, placed the whole lot in a drawer with a key, turned
the lock
and put the key in his pocket.
<br>
"For the rest of the weekend, " he announced,
"you're gonna dress sexy." <br>
"Whatever you say, honey." I was getting turned
on already.
<br>
Showertime
<br>
The bathroom in our suite was like a little water park, stone
and chrome
and glass with a large-screen TV and stereo. The shower
was entirely
of marble and the size of our bedroom at home. There were
four shower
heads and even a couch that was made of some sort of soft,
waterproof
fabric.
<br>
Freddy turned on the stereo and cranked up all the shower
heads. We
rarely showered together so it was fun to play in our giant
private
shower room. We were laughing and giggling, splashing
and chasing each
other around the couch. When Freddy caught me he held me
in his arms
and gave me a deep kiss, pulling me against him and rubbing
my back and
my ass under the spray. Freddy turned me around and stood
behind me,
lathering up my back with soap. He pulled me against him
so his cock
nestled in the crack of my ass and soaped up my sides and then
my
front, starting at my belly button and working his way up
to my
breasts, taking each one in his hand and gently massaging
it under the
warm spray. I could feel his cock begin to grow and I looked
down to
see the purplish head extending out from between my to legs.
Freddy
continued to fondle my tits from behind and when he nibbled
my ear I
turned my head to the side, our lips meeting in a sexy, open-mouthed

kiss, our tongues wrestling under the spray while Freddy's
soapy hands
roamed all over my body. Freddy worked his way down to my
bush and
gently started to rub my clit with the edge of the bar of soap.

Freddy's fully hard cock was now poking out from between
my legs, and
he alternated using the soap on my clit and his own cock as
we kissed.
I reached down to grab Freddy's sudsy member and started
slowly jacking
him off, reaching down to massage his balls and rubbing
the lips of my
pussy against his slick member.
<br>
We never had sex twice in one day at home, but I guess the water
and the
soap and our surroundings were too much for us. Still holding
me from
behind, Freddy sat back on the couch with me on his lap facing
away
from him. He lifted me up slightly and I took the hint, raising
up,
spreading my legs and aiming Freddy's hard shaft right
into my soapy,
wet snatch. I lowered myself down to impale myself on Freddy's
soapy
cock while his hands played with my tits. I rose up and down
under the
warm spray, riding Freddy's rigid pole like a Nevada
cowgirl.
<br>
"Oh, Freddy, " I moaned, "this is nice."
I had my feet on the floor and
my hands on the couch, lifting my hips up and down to the beat
of the
music. Freddy's cock was standing straight up, and
it was a thrill to
control the speed and depth of his rod penetrating into
my body. I
closed my eyes and danced, swaying my hips over Freddy's
hard cock,
grooving to the rhythm of my pussy enveloping his tool,
rising up and
sinking down to envelop it again. Just as I was really getting
into
the pace of our lovemaking, Freddy rolled me over onto my
back and slid
his cock into my pussy in the missionary position, totally
breaking the
lusty spell I was under. Freddy was slamming his cock into
me and
grunted, and after a few strokes he came in a few weak spurts
and
slumped down on top of me.
<br>
Damn, I thought, this was not what I had in mind. I sighed.
Oh well, I
guess we both came twice if you count my solo session that
afternoon.
<br>
"Wow, baby, " Freddy exclaimed, "that
was great." I smiled and patted
him on the back. I knew he was finished for the night from
a sexual
standpoint, but I figured there was always the hot tub and
my finger
later.
<br>
Taken for Granted
<br>
"C'mon, " I said, "up, up! Time for
dinner." <br>
I dressed in a black skirt and thin yellow tank top that stopped
above
my belly button. The tank top was really thin, so I figured
I better
wear a bra this time. My nipples still poked out anyway -
they seemed
to have been in a constant state of arousal since I ventured
out into
the hall earlier that day.
<br>
Freddy smiled at my appearance, but he was pretty much worn
out from
coming twice already. We ate at a nice restaurant in the
hotel and had
a few drinks, really enjoying our vacation together. I
was starting to
get used to the stares and glances from all the men (and some
of the
women, too!) After dinner we wandered around the casino
holding hands,
playing video poker and the slot machines together. At
about ten we
ended up at the poker table Freddy was playing at earlier,
and the same
three guys were there.
<br>
"Hey, Freddy!" Andy called as he pulled out
a chair, "C'mon and play a
couple of hands!" <br>
"I think Freddy has better things to play with, "
said Bob. The guys
laughed.
<br>
"You're looking fine tonight, Carolyn, "
said T.J., an athletic-looking
20-something with a blonde curly mop of hair under a faded
Dodgers cap
"Are you gonna let Freddy play with us, or are you keeping
him all to
yourself tonight?" Freddy looked at me and I knew
he wanted to play.
<br>
"Go ahead, honey, " I said magnanimously.
"I'll go play the slots for a
little while and then head up to the room." <br>
"Carolyn, you're a saint, " said T.J.

<br>
"Carolyn, baby, if they clone you I'm getting
the first copy, OK?" said
Bob, tossing his chips on the pile.
<br>
"I love you baby, " Freddy said, pecking me
on the cheek. "I'll be up
soon, " he said, but I knew he'd probably play
all night. He took his
seat at the table, "Deal me in, boys!" he roared.
The boys laughed and
patted him on the back as the dealer shuffled a new deck.
Taken for
granted, I thought as I wandered off.
<br>
I played the slots for a while by myself. The men were staring
at my
tits in my little yellow shirt and my long legs, but I pretended
not to
notice. An older guy was staring at my ass while his wife
fed quarters
into a slot machine, and just for fun I dropped some change
right in
front of him. When I bent over he had a clear view of my bare
ass in
my tiny thong panties, and I thought he was going to have
a heart
attack right there. Poor guy! I smiled at him and headed
around the
corner.
<br>
I was pulling the lever on a dollar machine when I felt a light
touch on
my bare shoulder. "Having any luck, Carolyn?"
<br>
I turned to see Ted from the elevator standing next to me.
His eyes
quickly roamed over my body and we smiled at each other.
"You look
lovely tonight. Are the slots treating you well?"
<br>
"Thanks, not bad, " I said with a smile. "How's
your luck going?" <br>
"It just took a turn for the better, I think. Where's
your husband?" <br>
"Poker pit." <br>
Ted shook his head in disbelief. "Silly man, "
he said.
<br>
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Don't
you gamble?" <br>
"Yes, of course I gamble. What I mean is that if I had
a woman like you
in this town for a weekend, you'd never leave my side."
His looked
directly at my breasts and then down my legs, again shaking
his head.
"No, you certainly wouldn't find me in the poker
pit. Can I buy you a
drink?" Without waiting for an answer he took my hand
and headed
toward the bar on the edge of the casino.
<br>
I followed reluctantly, but I was interested in having
some company.
When we got to the bar the host swarmed all over Ted. "Hello,
Mr. Ted!
Would you like a table? Maybe in the back, no? Please, follow
me.
Right this way." He led us past the dance floor and
bandstand to a
circular booth in the back corner. It was a little more secluded
than
I wanted, but I figured it was good because Freddy wasn't
likely to
spot us together -- not that I was planning on anything happening,
of
course.
<br>
Ted turned out to be charming and a lot of fun to listen to.
He was a
self-made businessman and high roller who came to Vegas
once a month or
so. He told me stories about business and gambling and travels
around
the world, and kept buying me drink after drink. I was having
a great
time. I loved getting attention from a rich, handsome man
in such a
romantic setting. The lights were low, he wasn't paying
attention to
anything else in the world except for me, and the band was
playing
slow, sexy songs. After two or three drinks Ted moved closer
to me.
<br>
"You know, Carolyn, you really are a beautify woman."
<br>
"Thanks Ted, " I said, blushing, "you're
pretty handsome yourself." <br>
"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you, it really
does." He
looked at me and took my hand. Would you dance with me?"
<br>
I really wanted to dance with Ted but I knew it would be going
too far.
I was worried about Freddy. "Ted, I would love to,
I really would.
But I better get back to my husband. He's probably looking
for me." <br>
Ted nodded and sat back with a discouraged look. "Of
course. I
understand." Ted paused for a moment, looking at
me. "I'll tell you
what, " he offered, "why don't you go check
on him at the poker pit?
I'll be right here, whatever you decide to do, OK?"
<br>
I nodded apologetically as I slid from the booth, trying
to signal Ted
that I wasn't likely to come back. "OK, "
I said, "thanks for the
drinks." <br>
Doing the Right Thing
<br>
I had mixed feelings as I approached the poker pit. Ted was
sexy and
charming and all, but deep down I knew it would be wrong to
dance with
him without Freddy knowing. It really wasn't worth
betraying Freddy
just for a dance.
<br>
At the poker pit I found Freddy in front of tall stacks of
chips. The
guys at the table were drinking and having a great time.
Freddy was
definitely buzzed.
<br>
"Carrie, baby!" Freddy shouted when he saw
me, "I'm cleaning up!" <br>
"This is the luckiest bastard on the planet, "
complained T.J. to no one
in particular. "He's got the babe, he's
got the chips . . . " <br>
"Your hubby just cleaned out a tourist from LA, "
Bob explained to me.
<br>
"Carolyn, " added Andy, "Freddy's
not going anywhere until we win some of
this money from him, so why don't you sit down for a while
and keep us
company?" <br>
"Yeah, join the fun, " Bob said as the dealer
dealt the cards. "Cigar?" <br>
"Um, no thanks, " I replied. "Maybe later."
I liked these guys, but I
needed to talk to Freddy. I whispered to him, "can
I talk to you?" <br>
Freddy looked back at me with an oh-no-what-does-she-want-now
kind of
look. "What?" he asked nervously.
<br>
"Well . . . um . . . nothing really. I thought it might
be fun if we
could spend some time together. You know, it's our
vacation." <br>
Freddy rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. "Carrie,
baby, I'm on a
roll, " he pleaded, "don't mess it up for
me now. Let me play a few
more hands then I'll come up and meet you. OK?"
<br>
I looked into Freddy's eyes, hoping to reach him, but
he was focused on
his cards. I had heard this from Freddy a million times,
and I
knew that he would never just "play a few hands."
He'd play all night.
Well, fine. If he wanted to play, he could play, but I was
going to
play, too.
<br>
I stood up and made sure all the guys could hear me so Freddy
would have
no excuse to leave later. "Freddy, baby, you're
right. This is your
vacation and I want you to have fun. I'm going to play
the slots for a
little bit then head upstairs, but you have a good time with
your new
friends. I don't expect to see you back until dawn,
you hear?" <br>
The guys cheered. "Do you have any sisters?"
T.J. asked. "Please!" <br>
"Forget sisters!" Bob exclaimed. "Carolyn,
you ever divorce this guy,
I'll marry you! In fact, we can do it tonight, whaddya
say?" The guys
roared with laughter.
<br>
"All right, all right, " Freddy said to Bob,
"your bet." Never taking
his eye off the table, he squeezed my ass and whispered,
"I'll be up
soon. Really." I headed back to the bar.
<br>
Crossing the Line
<br>
Ted was still there, sitting alone with a glass of bourbon.
His
expression lit up when he saw me, his eyes trailing me across
the dance
floor as I approached. He seemed anxious, as if he expected
the bad
news that I was heading upstairs with Freddy. I looked at
him
solemnly, as if I had changed my mind, then offered him my
hand. "Care
to dance?" I asked coyly.
<br>
"Love to, " he said, taking my hand with a big
smile.
<br>
We danced slowly. Ted held me close and I put my head on his
shoulders.
We danced together without saying anything, just holding
each other,
then I felt Ted's hands slowly roaming all over my back.
It felt so
good! I looked up at him and our eyes met. Ted leaned down
and
brought his lips to mine for a very soft, light kiss on the
lips. It
was barely a touch, but it was so erotic. Our eyes locked
together
with electricity in our gaze. Ted gave me another kiss,
soft yet firm,
and longer than the first one. My whole body tingled and
if he hadn't
been holding me up I would have fallen. Ted brought his lips
to mine
again, our kiss lingering for a few beats as we danced. He
looked at
me intently, then once again brought his lips to mine and
kissed me
full on the mouth, his lips moving, our noses nuzzling.
I kissed him
back and our lips parted, our tongues darting back and forth
in each
others mouths as we rocked slowly in our dark corner of the
dance
floor.
<br>
Ted kept rubbing my back as our tongues twirled against
each other,
tasting and exploring each other for the first time. I felt
the cool
air on my legs and flowing under my skirt and I got chills
down my
spine. Ted whispered in my ear. "Carolyn, you are
so sexy." <br>
"Mmmm, " I replied, nestling my cheek against
his neck. We continued
dancing, holding each other close and moving to the music,
pausing
every now and then for long, slow, wet, erotic kisses.
<br>
After a while Ted whispered to me again. "Will you
go to the bathroom
and take off your bra for me?" <br>
I stopped and looked at him with surprise. He took me back
into his
arms and continued whispering in my ear. "You looked
so sexy this
afternoon, " he cajoled. "Your breasts are
beautiful. I want to see
you without a bra again." He leaned forward to kiss
me again and our
lips came together, our tongues engaging in an erotic dance.
His hands
came up to my chest and he felt me up as we swayed to the music,

squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. I loved the
feeling of
his hands on my breasts and I wanted to be naked, feeling
his strong
touch against my bare skin, his fingers on my nipples. He
danced me
over to the corner by the ladies' room, broke our kiss,
and stepped
back. He gestured toward the ladies' room, "Please.
I'll be right
here." <br>
I knew I shouldn't go braless in my thin top, but I had
to go to the
bathroom anyway after all the drinks. Once inside I looked
at myself
in the mirror and figured I would see what I looked like in
the yellow
tank top without my bra, just for the fun of it. I took it off
and
studied myself in the mirror. The top was basically transparent;
you
could see my tits and my nipples as if was wearing a wet T-shirt.
The
thought of wearing it back outside in front of Ted made me
quiver with
excitement.
<br>
When I stepped out of the bathroom Ted's eyes were locked
on my tits.
He actually licked his lips. My breasts jiggled as I walked
toward
him, and I was incredibly turned on. I felt like ripping
off all my
clothes and jumping him right there.
<br>
He took me in his arms and we danced some more, our bodies
grinding
together. He danced me into a dark corner by our table and
his hands
slowly worked over my breasts as we kissed. My back was to
the wall
and his body was between me and the rest of the bar, so no one
could
see what Ted was doing. He squeezed and fondled my tits and
rolled my
nipples between his fingers while I held him tight and sucked
on his
tongue. I was in heaven. We danced slowly in one spot while
making
out, swaying back and forth without moving our feet. Ted's
hands
traveled around to my back, slowly working down toward
my ass. He
grabbed my buns with both hands and I intensified my kiss,
sucking him
harder with my tongue to let him know I approved. His hands
snuck
under my skirt and he massaged my naked ass cheeks while
I swayed my
hips in time to the music and ground my pelvis against him.
I could
feel his rigid hard-on pressing against my belly, and I
couldn't wait
to get my hands on it.
<br>
While squeezing my ass under my miniskirt Ted slipped a
hand into the
crotch of my thong. His fingers found my moist pussy and
he rubbed
along my slit, right there in public in the bar. "Oooh, "
I moaned
against his open mouth as our tongues flicked at each other.
I stood
up higher on my heels and widened my stance to give him better
access
to my pussy. He took the hint and reached down to slide his
long
middle finger inside me, swirling it around as it penetrated
into my
warm tunnel. I swayed my hips in time to the music, just like
I had
with Freddy in the shower earlier, only this time I was with
Ted,
sucking his tongue and squirming as he fingered my pussy.
I rocked
back against his finger and then forward to grind my bare
belly against
the bulge in his slacks, building up an adulterous rhythm,
riding his
finger and dry-humping his cock right there on the dance
floor.
<br>
I took a quick look over Ted's shoulder to make sure
we weren't being
overly exhibitionistic, but the coast was clear. Ted's
body was
blocking the view for the most part, and it seemed that the
host was
keeping our corner of the bar secluded as favor to Ted. I
guess that
was one of the benefits of being a high-roller. Ted was fingering
my
pussy and rubbing my clit now, and I couldn't wait any
longer. I broke
our kiss and leaned back, trailing my hands from Ted's
shoulders, down
his chest, and across his flat stomach until they came to
his belt. As
I slowly pulled the leather back through the buckle Ted
looked at me
with mild alarm, then looked back over his shoulder to see
whether
anyone was watching. Apparently he was satisfied, because
he relaxed
and continued to finger my pussy while I undid his belt.
We kept
swaying together, both of us trying to keep up the appearance
that we
were still dancing. I loosened the buckle, then undid the
top button
on his pants and started to pull his zipper down.
<br>
"Wait a second, " Ted said. He grabbed my hands
and led me back to our
table, sliding all the way to the back of the circular booth.
I slid
in next to him. "This is a little more comfortable
and private, " he
said, putting his arm around me and his lips to mine. We went
back to
heavy French kissing and his fingers again found their
way to my pussy.
He pushed my underwear down to my knees and then used his
foot to push
them the rest of the way down to my ankles. I did the rest,
kicking
them onto the floor.
<br>
"That's good, " Ted whispered, "now
spread your legs for me." I did as
he asked and spread my legs wide, completely exposing my
naked pussy to
him. Ted pushed my skirt up to my waist and really went to
work on my
pussy now, fingering my hole and rubbing my clit with the
palm of his
hand. I was in ecstasy, lying back against the soft cushions
of the
booth while Ted played with my cunt and rubbed my tits.
<br>
Ted wasn't done yet, though. He took a look around and
then slid down
off the seat to get under the table between my legs. The table
had a
floor-length tablecloth, and Ted was completely hidden.
He raised the
table cloth over my lap, making a tent over his head. I was
sort of in
shock, sitting by myself in this dark booth half naked,
but I forgot
about everything when I felt Ted's soft tongue on my
pussy. He licked
along the lips while slowly tracing circles around my clit
with his
fingertip. Then he started sucking on my clit while sliding
a finger
into my pussy. Ted had big, thick fingers. I rocked my hips
on the
seat, thrusting against Ted's fat finger plunging
in and out of my
pussy. He kept his mouth clamped on my clit, swirling his
tongue
around my love button while sliding a second finger into
me. He
finger-fucked me and sucked my clit right there in the bar
until
finally he sent me over the edge and I convulsed in my third
orgasm of
the day. thrashing against the dark red leather of the booth
while Ted
licked all over my wet snatch. I wondered what people would
think
about seeing a woman sitting alone in a see-through tank
top having an
orgasm in a dark booth in a bar, but at that moment I didn't
care. All
I thought about was Ted's fingers in my cunt and his
mouth on my clit.
God, I thought, why in the world didn't I like oral sex
before today?
I shook back and forth and held Ted's head as he eased
off, lightly
rubbing my thighs and gently nibbling my clit.
<br>
"Oooooh, " I purred quietly, "that was
fantastic.
<br>
Ted poked his head out from underneath the tablecloth.
"All clear?" he
asked.
<br>
I looked around. "Roger, " I panted.
<br>
Ted pulled himself back onto the seat, wrapped his arm around
me and
gave me a deep kiss. I returned his kiss ravenously, holding
his head
in my hands and devouring him with my tongue, tasting my
juices on him.
I wanted to eat him alive.
<br>
"Roger?" Ted asked teasingly, "who's
Roger? I'm Ted, remember!?" <br>
"Oh, that's right - Ted!" I said sarcastically,
"Ted!" I gave him a
playful smack and kissed him again, then reached for his
zipper and
lowered it down. I reached into his pants, finding his cock
long,
hard, and hot to the touch. I looked Ted in the eye as I stroked
his
cock. I hadn't given Freddy head in years, but all I
could think of at
that moment was getting Ted's cock in my mouth.
<br>
"Now, let me get this straight, " I said with
mock innocence, "you're
Ted, and this --" I gestured to the hard cock in my hands,
"-- this is
you're friend, Dick. Right?" <br>
Ted smiled and nodded as I stroked him.
<br>
"Well, I think I better get to know Dick a little better, "
I said, and
with that I slid off the seat and disappeared under the tablecloth
just
as Ted had before. Kneeling between Ted's legs, I raised
the cloth
over his lap to give myself privacy and grasped the waistband
of his
slacks. I pulled down and he raised his butt to let me slide
his pants
off. I surprised him by pulling his pants all the way to his
ankles -
I guess he didn't want to be completely bare-assed
under the table -
and he struggled but I managed to get them completely off
without
trouble. He was in no position to put up a fight.
<br>
Ted's hard-on was straining against his briefs and
looked beautiful. I
rubbed my fingertips along his inner thighs as I approached
my prize,
then I leaned forward and lightly rubbed my cheeks against
the bulge in
his briefs. After rubbing my face all over him I kissed along
the
length of his cotton-clad dick and playfully bit around
the head.
Finally I pulled his underpants down and revealed his throbbing
member.
It was a good two inches longer than Freddy's and much
thicker around,
with pulsing veins and a big, bulbous head. I felt a hunger
in my
stomach just looking at it. I held the shaft in both hands
and ran my
tongue all around the head. I was mesmerized by Ted's
cock. I slowly
worked my way down, licking and kissing down the shaft to
the base. I
rested my head on his thigh and nuzzled my nose in his pubic
hair,
drinking in his manly scent while I stroked his cock and
balls. I
nibbled my way lower and licked and sucked his furry scrotum
into my
mouth. I loved the taste and feel of his nuts as I rolled them
around
with my tongue inside my mouth. While I sucked his balls
my hands went
back to his cock, circling it with my fingers and stroking
the length.
I couldn't believe that I was under a table in a Las Vegas
bar, wearing
high heels and no underwear, sucking on a stranger's
cock and licking
his balls.
<br>
After getting Ted's sac nice and wet I licked my way
back up to the base
of his cock and placed a trail of wet kisses up to the head.
I placed
the tip of his cock against my lips and opened my mouth, taking
him in
slowly. I wasn't used to having a hard cock between
my lips, but I
slid my head down on his shaft, taking in more and more until
I had
about four inches in my mouth. I worked my tongue around
the head and
rolled his balls in my hands, but I wanted more. I started
a bobbing
motion with my head, sliding my lips back up to the tip and
then down
again, getting as much of his cock in my mouth as possible.
I kept up
a steady motion, raising my mouth up and down on his stiff
pole,
keeping my lips wrapped tight while my tongue tickled the
underside.
Every few strokes I would take the head in my mouth, circling
it with
my tongue while my hands stroked his shaft. After steadily
sucking
Ted's cock under the table for a little while I began
to get used to
it. Ted was gently rocking his hips, trying to thrust more
of his
juicy prick into my face.
<br>
I could tell from his pumping that he wanted more of his cock
in my
mouth, and even though I was gagging a little I was determined
to
satisfy him. I had never deep throated a cock before, but
I was going
to try. I took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could,
and when
I felt the big head at the back of my throat I stopped for a
moment and
relaxed, getting used to the feeling of having my mouth
totally stuffed
with Ted's cock. Breathing through my nose, I tried
to relax my throat
muscles, then slowly pushed my head down while trying to
swallow at the
same time. I felt the head of Ted's tool ease into my
throat and I
kept breathing steady and trying to relax. I was doing it!
I slid my
head down a little more, totally getting off on the feeling
of Ted's
cock sliding into my throat, where no cock had been before.
I kept
going down slowly and steadily until finally my nose was
firmly planted
in his pubic hair. Ted squeezed my shoulder under the table,
and I
imagined he was having a hard time trying to be inconspicuous
in our
booth with his entire cock buried deep in my throat. I rested
for a
moment with my lips wrapped tightly around the base of his
cock, gently
massaging his balls in my hands. It felt wonderful to be
sucking Ted
off so completely. Very slowly I raised my head back up until
my lips
were kissing the tip of his cock, then I went down again,
taking his
entire length back down my throat in one steady motion.
Once again I
built up a bobbing motion, deep throating his cock from
the tip to the
base and back again. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock
and used
my tongue to increase his pleasure, gently massaging his
balls while I
swallowed his cock.
<br>
Ted squeezed my shoulder again and I knew he was going to
come soon. I
had never let a guy come in my mouth before, but I was dying
to taste
Ted's sperm. I sped up my efforts, deepthroating him
and sucking as
hard as I could and rolling his balls in my hands. I felt the
head of
his cock well up and suddenly I felt hot jets of come blasting
against
the walls of my throat. I pulled back until the head was in
my mouth
and felt his warm come spraying against the inside of my
mouth. It was
delicious. I loved the feeling of dick pulsing in my mouth,
spraying
his come on my tongue and inside my cheeks. He seemed to keep
coming
forever. I swished his sperm around with my tongue, swirling
it over
the head of his cock before swallowing it down. Keeping
the head of
his cock in my mouth I milked his shaft and his balls with
my hands,
trying to squeeze out the last drops of his delicious fluid.
I kept
sucking on him as he went soft in my mouth, then I eventually
let his
shaft plop out from between my lips. I found Ted's underpants
and
pants and pulled them back up his legs, then placed one last
wet kiss
on the tip of his cock before tucking it back in and zipping
him up.
<br>
I crept up from under the tablecloth and was still licking
the come off
my lips when I nestled back into Ted's arms. We were
both all sweaty
and flushed and momentarily spent.
<br>
"That was unbelievable, " he said. He brought
his lips to mine and
kissed me, not at all deterred by his own come on my lips.
He swirled
his tongue around my mouth and I kissed him back. Sucking
him off had
gotten me really hot and ready for more, and I was surprised
to find
his member already stiffening again when I dropped my hand
into his
lap. "You gonna fuck me right here in the bar?"
I asked as my fingers
played along the front of his pants.
<br>
"The idea crossed my mind, " he replied with
a smile. "But I have a
better idea." <br>
The Elevator
<br>
"I think it's time we went upstairs, "
Ted said. I couldn't have agreed
more. He slipped the host a $100 bill on our way out and led
me toward
the elevators. I followed eagerly, looking forward to
being alone with
Ted in his room, without having to hide under a table to enjoy
his
cock.
<br>
"Is your husband going to play cards all

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Hmmm nice......

11/27/2005

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what a VERY VERY VERY hot story......i couldnt finish the
story had to cum before i got there ...thanks for a very wonderful
story keep them cumming...would have loved to been at that
game...

11/27/2005