Sensuous Encounters - 3: Paula's Erotic Hotel Tour
by RLM
The Convention:
The national engineering conferences were held twice yearly,
usually at a major city on the east or west coast. Occasionally,
a conference was held in Chicago. The conference sites were
selected by the National Executive Committee of the Engineering
Sciences and booked five years in advance to ensure a sufficient
number of hotel rooms for the thousands of conferees who would be
in attendance. I had only missed one conference in the last ten
years and that was due to an awful case of the flu.
The conference this spring was scheduled to be held in San
Francisco, and as a member of the National Committee, I had a
major part chairing several sessions in my field and presenting
several papers at other sessions. It was going to be a very busy
four days for me.
Weeks in advance of the conference, I had invited Paula to come
with me, but she had declined saying that there would be very
little for her to do since she knew I would be busy from 8 AM
until after 7 PM every day.
"Are you certain you wouldn't like to come with me?" I asked
for the fourth time. "I'm sure that a beautiful, sexy woman like
you can always find something to do that's fun and entertaining."
"Usually, I would agree, Darling, but we'll be stuck in the
conference hotel with all those engineers who can't think about
anything other than the paper they're going to be giving, or the
session they're going to be chairing, or the research proposal
they hope to get funded as a result of their participation in the
conference. That's really hard on a woman's ego, Honey. I think
I'll pass, but I'm really glad you asked and want me come with
you."
"Engineers think about other things than conference sessions
and papers," I protested.
"Really? What if I ask you to have one of your subordinates
handle one the sessions you're supposed to chair so you can spend
the time in bed with me... fucking your sexy wife's ass off?
Would you do it?"
I hesitated, not knowing what to say. Paula gave a throaty
laugh. "See what I mean. Don't worry, Darling. I'm not mad and
I do understand that you have to take care of business. I
wouldn't have it any other way, but you can understand why I
would rather stay home, can't you?"
I nodded and gave up.
Two weeks before the conference, all the hotel maintenance
workers, the bellhops, and the food preparation service personnel
in San Francisco went on strike. As a result, every conference
scheduled for at least the following month in those hotels had to
be cancelled. The National Committee held an emergency meeting
via telephone conference to decide what to do. It seemed that we
had no option but to cancel the conference, which would be first
such happening.
The actual conference call was filled with doom and gloom.
Everyone hated having to cancel, but no one could think of any
way to avoid it. Finally, I made the obvious suggestion. "Let's
move the conference to a different city. There are still two
weeks to go. That will give the conferees ample time to change
their plane reservations."
"Brilliant suggestion, Gordon," one of the committee members,
an MIT engineering professor, remarked with not just a little
sarcasm. "Of course, you know exactly where we can obtain 10,000
hotel rooms or so for the conferees with just two weeks notice, I
presume."
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"Really? And where might that be? In the land of Oz perhaps?"
"That might work, but I was thinking of Las Vegas. They have
literally hundreds of hotels and could provide 20,000 rooms if we
wanted. We will just have to spread the conferees around to a
dozen hotels or so and provide continuous shuttle buses between
all the hotels where they will be staying and the two conference
site hotels."
"Hell yes! That will work. Absolutely!" the committee members
from IIT and Berkeley shouted.
"Well, it might," the MIT member conceded, but how are we going
to prevent the conferees from spending all their time gambling
and picking up women?"
"Excuse Me!" said the female member from General Electric. "I
can assure my illustrious colleague from MIT that I have no
intention of picking up women."
Realizing the inappropriate nature of his comment, MIT mumbled
an apology and said no more. By 10 PM, we had subcommittees
appointed to handle the various details. My job was to arrange
for two of the hotels and prepare the e-mail notices to be sent
to all registered conferees.
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"What did you say?" Paula asked me at the dinner table the next
evening. "Did I hear you correctly? You're moving the
convention from San Francisco to Las Vegas?"
"That's correct. I've been working on my part of the details
all day. I'll probably still working on some items all week
long."
"Why are you doing that? That seems insane?"
"The National Committee had no choice. Not really. I'm a very
important and vital member of the Committee, as I've told you
many times."
"Yeah.. .yeah... yeah. At least 20 times. So what?"
"So, when I told the Committee that my wife finds San Francisco
boring and refuses to come with me and provide sex, the Committee
suggested we move the convention to Las Vegas. As I said, they
really had no choice." She threw her napkin in my face.
"Hey! What was that for? I go to all this trouble so you can
have a fun-filled four days in Vegas and you throw things at me?"
"Just be glad it was my napkin and not my steak knife."
I smiled and explained the real reason why we were having to
move the conference site. When I finished, I asked very softly,
"Do you want to change your mind about coming with me or not?"
"You sexy, hot Bastard. You know I want to spend four or five
days in Vegas. With you gone all day long, every day, who knows
how much fun I might have."
"I know," I said.
"Do you mind? I'll behave myself if you do."
"If you behave yourself, you might as well be in San
Francisco."
"That's true." Paula paused and then asked. "Well, can I play
some or not?"
"As long as you make it fun for me too."
"Don't I always? Now... how about you? Are you going to play?
Are we going to have one of our sexy getaways after the
conference where we confess all of the sexy things we each did?"
"Of course we are. Why else do you think I wanted you to come
with me? Those sexy getaways are the best part."
"MMMMmmmm... they are, Darling. Let's go to bed. You've
gotten your wife hot as fire. I hope that special hose of yours
is ready to put out my fire."
"With you, it's always ready."
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Sunday: Day #1
As usual, our flight to Vegas was delayed due to mechanical
problems. As a result, we were three hours late in arriving. By
the time we were in our elegant Vegas strip hotel room, it was 9
PM. We were both starved. So much so that we didn't even
unpack. We just headed for the restaurant.
Even though I had worn jeans on the flight, I was turning heads
as we walked through the lobby and casino toward one of the
hotel's restaurants. Naturally, Gordon was as aware of it as I
was.
"Good grief. We haven't been here a half hour yet, and you've
already got a dozen men panting," he said low enough so that only
I could hear his comment.
"I know, but I'm not doing anything to show off, Darling.
Really, I�m not," I protested. "In fact, I'm wearing these old
tattered jeans."
"Right... just those old tattered, skin-tight jeans that just
barely cover your ass. If your delectable pussy wasn't shaved,
your bush would be showing over the top of those "old tattered
jeans". And I would suggest that your skimpy halter and bare
midriff could possibly be of interest to all the bug-eyed men
watching you. And maybe... just maybe... those twin 36DD cannons
that are about to fall out of your halter could also be a
factor."
Hugging my husband's arm tightly, I whispered, "Don't you like
the way I look, Honey?"
"I love it. So does every other guy. And don't let go of my
arm."
"Why not?"
"Because I like all the other men knowing that you're my
woman."
"You always know exactly what to say to turn me on, Lover." I
pressed my tits into my husband's arm and clung to him all the
way to the restaurant.
When the waiter was taking our order, he stood right next to
me, his eyes looking straight down into my cleavage. Some
waiters don't even write the order down. They just remember it.
This man had us repeat it twice. Neither of us thought it was
because he was dim-witted.
During dinner our very attentive waiter returned frequently to
our table to see if we required additional service. After the
fourth such visit, Gordon asked, "Did you notice our very
concerned waiter has an erection?"
"Of course I noticed. I think you should leave him a generous
tip, Darling."
"I should tip the guy for getting a hard-on staring down my
wife's cleavage? He's the one who should be tipping me!"
"Oh don't be such a stick-in-the-mud, Lover. The poor guy is
hurting."
"I'll make you deal. I'll leave him a 25% tip if you show him
your tits as an added tip. In fact, that's the tip he really
wants."
"Oh... that's the kind of deal I like! You leave the tip on
the table... take your time. I'll meet you outside the
restaurant in the lobby in about 10 minutes."
When Gordon handed the waiter his credit card to pay the bill,
I followed close behind him. He didn't see me until he was
swiping the credit card. I smiled and leaned on the table giving
him a very good view of both my cleavage and my nipples.
"I told my husband that I needed to go to the ladies room.
We've got about 10 minutes."
"Follow me. Hurry." He whispered.
He walked down a passageway, past the kitchen area, and then
opened a door to the storage room where food items not requiring
refrigeration were kept. As soon as I walked though the door, he
closed and locked the door. The only illumination was a small
overhead light.
"Take them out. I want to see them," he ordered. With no bra
on, all I had to do was pull the halter to one side and both of
my tits surged out. He was all over them in a moment... hefting
one... kissing the other one.
"Just my tits?" I asked surprised.
"Can I?"
"I don't know? Can you? We have eight minutes left."
The guy had his pants and shorts down around his ankles in 10
seconds flat. I followed suit and removed my halter and
unfastened my jeans. He knelt and pulled my jeans and thong
panties down in one motion. I kicked off my heels, and the randy
stud quickly got naked. We had only taken 20 seconds to strip.
The guy had a very nice cock... maybe 8 inches and moderately
thick. Best of all, he was hard as a rock. His rod stood
straight up. Pulling my head down, he moaned, "Suck me."
"You didn't need to get me naked to have me suck you, Honey."
"No, but I like my women to be naked when I fuck them."
"MMmmmmm... sounds hot." I lowered my mouth over his cock and
sucked in the first five inches. My pussy was already gushing
and more than ready. As soon as both my hand and lips began
moving up and down his throbbing prick, he groaned and pulled my
head away.
"Damn... that's great, but I want to fuck you. Bend over the
table."
"We only have five minutes, Lover. Make it count," I hissed as
I leaned over the table and arched my ass high. I had to stand
on tip toes to bring my hole into position for him.
"AAHHHHHHh... Fuck! Stick that big thing into me!
UUUNNNGGGHHH... yes ... yes... YES! Like that. UGH! Just like
that!" I wailed as he pounded his meat deep into my wet,
receptive cunt.
It only took me two minutes to cum. The waiter felt the walls
of my pussy clamping down on his dick... releasing... then
contracting again... over and over. I was hissing with the hot
sensations racing through my cunt.
"OH Shit! You're cumming, you hot slut. Take my cock, Baby!"
He drove it all the way into me... again and again... forcing my
tits to slide across the table top from the sheer force of his
fucking. I shoved my hand between my thighs and began
frantically rubbing my throbbing clit.
"Oooohhhh you hot bastard! I'm cumming again... NOW! Shoot in
me! SHOOT IT IN!"
He did in a series of five or six strong jets... each one
pumping more and more of his load into me.
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Gordon was waiting for me outside the restaurant. In all, I
had been gone 11 minutes. "Well, did you show him your tits?"
he wanted to know.
"Did you leave him a 25% tip like you promised?"
"I did. Did you keep up your part of the deal?"
"Of course I did. He took me into a storage room, and I took
off my halter for the guy. He just stared... afraid and
uncertain as what to do. I had to tell him he could feel them if
he wanted to. He kept moaning as he felt me up so I told him he
could suck them."
"Did he?"
"Of course. Isn't that what you had in mind when you told me
to show him my tits?"
"Sure. Did he cum?"
"I think so. He groaned like he was cumming."
"I wonder how he's going to wait tables the rest of the evening
with his pants full of cum?" We both laughed, but not at the
same thing. Of course, my sexy husband didn't know that at the
time.
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Monday: Second Day:
Gordon was a wild man in bed that night, cumming once inside my
pussy and later inside my ass. As soon as he entered me, he had
commented, "Damn. You've got one hot, wet pussy. I need to let
you show off your tits to waiters all the time."
By 6 AM, he had gotten out of bed, showered, shaved and left
for his long day at the convention. The convention site where
his sessions were scheduled was over a mile away, so he had to
take the shuttle. I stayed in bed until well past 9 AM before
getting up and taking my shower.
Having decided to start the day with a brisk workout in one of
the several lavish spas in the hotel, I selected a blue warm-up
outfit. The tight, stretch pants came all the way down to my
ankles but the top of the pants ended four inches below my navel.
The pants were so tight every one of my curves was emphasized,
and if I pulled the pants up as far as they would go, my butt and
camel toe were outlined perfectly. The halter top had two straps
and didn't expose any cleavage, but it ended just below my tits.
If I reached up for anything, the bottom of my breasts would be
exposed. I didn't bother with either a bra or panties. After
slipping into my socks and tennis shoes, I set out to find one of
the exercise spas.
Although there were maps showing the layout of the hotel at a
variety of locations, it was much easier to just ask at the main
desk. I was waiting in a short line when a very sexy and
virile-looking man tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned, I
couldn't suppress the small intake of breath his appearance
caused. He looked European, maybe Italian, with long, dark hair
and smoldering, dark eyes that seemed to be able to see right
through my warm-ups. His sensuous, full lips curled upward in a
sexy smile as his eyes slowly examined every part of my body...
first my face, then downward to my breasts, which he inspected
openly, and finally, further down to my legs and ass, which he
also took his time enjoying.
"Good morning. I'm Santini Gardello, Director of Entertainment
and Services here. You seem to need some assistance. Perhaps I
can help?"
I was shocked to find myself staring at the man. He was about
5' 10" or maybe 11", about 175 lbs that looked like solid,
well-toned muscle. His shorts, which fit almost as tightly as my
warm-ups, revealed finely-toned, muscled legs and thighs and a
very large bulge at his crotch. Even though his bulge was large,
it was obvious that his penis was not hard. Given the
provocative way I was dressed, I was surprised, shocked, and
disappointed. The man was sinfully erotic and handsome.
When I found my voice, I said, "I was looking for one of the
exercise spas. I guess that's obvious from the way I'm dressed."
"I thoroughly enjoy the way you are dressed, Mrs... ?"
"Mrs. Baxter. Paula Baxter. Please call me Paula and thank
you," I said feeling the blood rush to my face and pussy.
"Beautiful women never need thank a man for stating the
obvious. All my friends call me Santi. Unfortunately, all the
public spas are very crowded at this time of day. Perhaps you
would prefer to join me in my private workout room? It's very
well equipped."
"That's very considerate of you considering that I'm just a
guest here."
"True, but it's my responsibility to see to the well being and
entertainment of our guests. I was about to begin my morning
workout. I would be delighted if you would join me, Paula."
Before I even thought about it, I heard myself saying, "That
would be wonderful."
"Superb. Please. My facilities are on the second floor.
Shall we?" Santi led the way, and I walked beside him, his eyes
watching the nearly unrestrained bounce of my tits.
"Would your husband like to join us?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not. He's with the engineering conference. In
fact, he's a member of the National Committee and will be busy
all day, every day, all week. In fact, he told me not to expect
him back before 7 or 8 PM every day." When I saw Santi smiling
at the detailed information I had offered, even more blood
rushed to my face and pussy.
"A member of the National Committee, you say. I'm impressed.
Your husband is obviously a brilliant engineer." The elevator
doors opened and Santi motioned me to the right.
"You're incredibly young to hold such a prestigious position
with the hotel. 'Brilliant' is probably the appropriate term for
you as well."
"That's very kind of you, Paula, but unfortunately, I owe most
of my success to the simple fact that my family owns the
controlling interest in the hotel."
"That's very modest of you to put it in those terms, but I
don't have the slightest doubt that you're an incredible asset to
the hotel in your position. It must be very rewarding."
"It is. The biggest reward is the opportunity to meet
beautiful women such as yourself." More blood rushed to my
pussy. Without panties, my thighs were already wet. I wondered
if I had soaked through my warm-ups.
Santi unlocked the door to the fully equipped spa. After we
entered, he relocked it. He smiled, I felt myself throb.
"Shall we begin on the treadmills? I think it's always best to
work up a slight sweat before going to the weights."
The treadmills were side-by-side. We started slow and then
gradually increased the pace. When we reached a easy jog, my big
breasts were bouncing. Their motion was forcing my halter to
rise exposing the bottom swells of both of my breasts. Santi
noticed immediately.
"You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen on a
woman. Just magnificent!"
When I looked over to thank him, I saw that the bulge in his
shorts was now growing rapidly to immense proportions. I tried
to cover my excitement by smiling at his complement. Santi
stopped his treadmill, leaned against the machine, and watched
me. His eyes never left my breasts. Without looking, I knew his
penis was getting much harder.
"Let's try the pulley weights now," he suggested. When I was
seated, Santi adjusted the locking pin so that I would have only
a small amount of weight to lift. He took the adjoining machine
and adjusted the pin so that he was lifting an awesome load.
When I pulled back on the cables, the strain again caused my
halter to slide up exposing the bottom of my tits.
"Unbelievable! I must see them! Raise your halter, Now!"
It never even occurred to me to say "no" to this sensuous man.
He already had me soaking wet and throbbing without so much as
touching me. I jerked up my halter in one quick motion.
"Il mio Dio! Che le tette incredibili!"
"What?" I asked not understanding.
"I just said "My God! What incredible tits!" in Italian.
There is almost no sag even with their size."
"Do you like them?" I asked, knowing the answer, of course,
but fishing for another complement. With a man like Santi, I
should have known better.
"I think you already know how much I like them. You've been
checking out my erection for last 10 minutes. Do you like it?"
"Oh yesss," I hissed, totally in heat by this time.
"Il vostro asino! Devo vedere il vostro asino! Hurry! Now!
Your ass! I must see your ass! Turn around and pull down your
warm-ups. Hurry! I cannot wait."
Turning, I leaned over so my tits dangling enticingly. When I
knew his eyes were glued to my ass, I pulled down my pants until
they were below the crease where my thighs and ass joined.
Looking back at Santi, I saw him removing his shorts. His long,
erect cock surged into the air as soon as his shorts were down.
"Well?" I asked.
"Marvelous! Pure distilled sex! Il suo sorca! Mostrarmi il
suo sorca! Now your cunt! Show me your cunt!"
Unzipping the pants legs of my warm-ups, I worked them over my
tennis shoes and off. Now naked except for my useless halter
that was bunched about my neck, I leaned back on the exercise
bench and pulled my legs up. I kept my thighs pressed together
until Santi glared at me. Immediately, I spread my legs and
pulled my pussy wide open for him.
"My god! I must fuck you... hard... often... many times this
week."
"Oh yes. I know. Will you fuck me here? now?"
"No. Not here. I will take you to one of the suites and fuck
you there. The first of many times I shall be inside your
luscious body. But first, I must feel your mouth engulfing my
cock. Can you deep throat my cock?"
Staring at his mighty shaft, I estimated him to 8 inches...
about the size of my husband. "Yes... I can deep throat you,
Santi. I would love to deep throat you. Will you cum in my
mouth or wait until later when we are in the suite?"
"Paula, you will soon discover that I can ejaculate many
times... almost as frequently as you can have orgasms. Yes... I
intend to cum in your mouth. You will swallow all of the load."
"Of course." For several minutes, I licked Santi's cock head
letting my lips caress all of it and my tongue circle his cock
ridge. When he ordered me to take every inch, I rammed it all
the way into my throat in one stroke. I only had to suck him for
less than a minute before his first load fired into my belly.
----------------------------------------------------
The suite in Room 1106 was elegant. There was sitting room,
large bath, dressing room, and a large bedroom with a king-sized
bed. Santi quickly ushered me past the sitting room into the
bedroom. The maid had not yet made up the bed, and it was
obvious that some woman had been fucked on it the night before.
I couldn't have cared less.
Santi had me naked in less than a minute. With no apparent
effort, he carried me to the bed and dropped me in the middle of
it. He stripped equally quickly, and two minutes after we had
entered the room, his head was between my thighs, his mouth
covering my pussy. The man had incredible technique.
Santi grasped my thighs firmly... spreading me... making me
arch my hips toward him. I raised my head from the bed so I
could see him working on my throbbing cunt. I couldn't have
suppressed my hot gasp of pleasure even if I had wanted to when
Santi's long tongue speared into my hot hole. The tongue was
sliding up and down the length of my sex trench. As he moved
back and forth through my slit, his tongue was probing deep
inside my pulsinig hole.
My hips hammered up and down on the bed as he brought me to a
higher and higher pitch of sexual frenzy. The harder I throbbed,
the faster his tongue fucked my hole and licked my engorged
clitoris. It was more than I could stand... more than any woman
could have stood... without exploding in an intense orgasm. My
legs tensed... my hands closed tightly into fists.. my mouth
opened wide. I heard myself howling helplessly as my vagina
convulsed and in hard, repeated spasms.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHH.... AAAGGGHHHHHH... GGGHHHAAAAA!!"
Santi didn't let up on me for a moment. Somehow his tongue
reached deep enough to stroke my G-spot causing me to squirt all
over his face. His lips sucked hard on my contracting clit,
ripping groans of pleasure from my lungs. My head was thrashing
from side to side as I twisted the sheets frantically in my
fists. "Ooohhhh my god... you're fantastic! Please... Don't
stop. Make me cum again," I hissed. "OOOHHHHH... I LOVE IT!"
My entire body was shaking. My fists were clenching so hard,
my nails were cutting into my palms. Again and again, I pushed
my lower body tighter against Santi's mouth. Each stroke of his
fantastic tongue brought new cries of delight. I came again...
then again... my juices boiled out as my tits bounced wildly.
Santi sucked my bursting clit into his mouth, clamped it hard
with his lips, and stroked it with his tongue... again and again.
My legs flew out... locking at the knees as my feet and toes
curled back. I heard myself screaming every four-letter word I
had ever heard as this awesome stud make me explode. He suddenly
pulled his mouth off my convulsing clitoris and worked it hard
with his hand... rubbing firmly... hard and fast... until my hole
went into a series of convulsions that propelled my juices four
feet into the air and far across the bed.
I was still in the throes of my intense climax, quivering and
panting on the bed, when Santi moved upward between my legs,
mounting me. When I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he
whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Paula... hard and deep."
"Oh god yes! Fuck me, Santi. Fuck me hard. Give it to me!"
Santi held me by the waist as he pushed his thick 8-inches of
cock at my pussy. I could feel my cunt dimple inwards as the big
cap forced its way into me. At first, Santi had to work to
stretch me open enough to permit his entry. He pressed harder
and then, suddenly, stretched me open and burst into my depths.
I heard myself cry out in sheer ecstasy with the hot feeling of
his thick shaft sinking into me... deeper and deeper... his cock
head racing down the entire length of my vagina until it thudded
hard against my womb.
I grunted and moaned continuous as Santi fucked me like a wild
stallion, his body crashing down on me with every thrust.
Quickly, I rose to a peak. My entire body arched as I wailed in
the bliss of another climax... this time around Santi's thick
cock.
Santi kept it buried deep inside my throbbing pussy while I
rode out the orgasm. When the hard contractions of my vagina
ebbed and changed to slow, erotic twitchings, he flexed his thick
organ bringing a new round of moans from me. He kept this up for
several minutes until my hips were once more thrusting hard
against his body.
"Please, Santi. Fuck me now. Fuck me and cum in me," I
groaned.
With a growl of masculine pleasure and triumph, Santi slowly
pulled his rod from my sexual embrace and began to screw me. A
loud cry exploded from my mouth as my back arched thrusting my
cunt upward to receive his cock. He fucked me with long strokes
while at the same time, his hands were squeezing my tits and
twisting my nipples.
In just moments, I was moving with him... my hips thrusting up
as Santi pushed down into me. He speeded up. His hips became a
blur of motion as he socked his thick shaft in and out of my wet
hole. Suddenly, his hands moved under my ass to bring me into
perfect fucking position. He was grunting louder and louder with
each stroke until finally, he pushed his cock in deep lodging the
big head right at the opening of my womb. I felt his orgen
jerking and pulsing as he poured voluminous gushes of
sperm-filled semen into my receptive cunt.
Fifteen minutes later, I was still lying on the bed, half on my
back... half on my side, with Santi's thick cum streaming from my
dilated hole. He had taken a quick shower and was now dressed
and moving toward the door.
Before he left, he turned toward me. "I have hotel business I
must attend to, Paula. Stay as long as you like. After you've
had lunch, I suggest you go to blackjack table #18 and play for a
couple of hours. I'm sure you will enjoy yourself."
"I'd just lose a fortune, Santi. I don't know anything about
playing blackjack."
"I took care of that problem 10 minutes ago. Just buy $200 in
chips, bet $25 on each hand, and watch the dealer. He will be
dealing the players' hands face up. When it's your turn to play,
if he looks straight at you, take a hit. If he looks down at the
table, stand. If you should split or double down, he will ask
you if you would like to do that. If he asks, do it. If he
doesn't ask, take no action. After two hours or when you're $500
ahead, stop playing. Understand?"
"Is that legal?"
"It is if you own the casino," Santi laughed. "Now 4:30 PM
sharp, I want you to meet me in the Tahiti Lounge. If you need
directions, ask at the front desk."
"What do you have planned? Remember, my husband will be back
between 7 and 7:30 PM. I need to be in my room waiting for him."
"And you shall be. But between 4:30 and 6:30, I will give you
a tour of the hotel and, of course, enjoy your delicious body
again."
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The blackjack game came out exactly as Santi had predicted.
With the dealer telling me what to do when he knew his hole card
and my hand, I was $500 up in about an hour and a half. It was
only 2:30, so I decided to shop for an hour before returned to my
hotel room to shower and dress for my afternoon date with Santi.
I was waiting for him by the cash register at the front of the
Tahiti Lounge when he entered. He smiled broadly at me,
obviously pleased that I had arrived early and was waiting for
him and also by my very short skirt, heels, and black corset that
shoved my tits up and out.
"I thought you were hot in those tight, stretch warm-ups, but
now you're an erotic vision." I felt myself shivering with
pleasure at Santi complement.
For the better part of an hour, Santi took me to some parts of
the hotel most guests never get to see. Stopping outside one
room with a very ornate door, he said quietly, "When we are
inside, you must be totally quiet. Say nothing. The men in the
room are playing Texas Hold'em poker for extremely high stakes.
They also often make unusual wagers. Just watch and enjoy."
"What kind of unusual wagers?"
"They bring their wives with them. A wager of a wife for a
week is the equivalent of a $50,000 wager."
"My god! What if the man betting his wife loses?"
"Then she becomes the property of the winner of the hand for a
full week." My pussy was already tingling with excitement.
There were six men around the table and the dealer. Sitting in
chairs against the wall were their six wives. None of them
seemed overly concerned that they might become the property of
some other man for a week before they left the room.
After several hands had been played, the betting began to
spiral upwards on one particular hand. Every one had folded
except for two men who were raising and reraising each other.
Both wives were now leaning forward... clearly wondering if their
husbands would put them on the table as a bet.
After several rounds of betting, one of the men said, "Fuck all
this money. We've already got more than we could ever spend. I
want that hot cunted wife of yours."
"Ok. My wife against yours?"
"Done. How long? A week?"
"No. Don't have that much time before I have to fly back to
New York. Two days."
When Santi led me out of the room, the wife of the man who lost
the hand had been ordered by her new owner to strip, mount a side
table, spread her legs wide open. We paused in the doorway to
watch her as she rubbed her pussy in anticipation. Amazingly,
the men watched her finger fucking her cunt and then went back to
their poker game.
"Isn't he going to fuck her?" I asked as Santi led me toward
the elevators.
"Of course... many times later tonight and tomorrow. Most
likely, he put her in bondage in his suite and use her until he's
drained. He'll probably let his friends enjoy her after that."
"Oh god," I moaned at the thought.
"I think you're more than ready for cock. Shall we?" He led
me to the elevators. Once we were inside, he said, "Take out your
tits. Just open your jacket and let them stick out." My pussy
was dripping before we reached the ninth floor.
As he led me down the hallway, he consulted a small black book
as ehe checked the room numbers. When we reached Room 972, he
smiled and unlocked the door. Down the hallway, a man had just
emerged from his room. He saw me, and I gave him a smile just
before Santi pulled me into the empty hotel room.
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I was being fucked on one the tables in the hotel suite. My
soft moans filled the air as I gyrated beneath Santi's body. His
iron-hard, thick, eight inches of meat slowly sinking in and out
of my widely stretched vagina. He had already made me cum twice
and was now pumping me slowly toward still another climax. As he
forced his cock back and forth inside my sex channel, I heard
myself whimpering in ecstasy.
I was surprised when I felt him pulling his cock from the grasp
of my throbbing vagina. Grasping my waist, Santi lifted me with
no apparent effort and turned me over so that I was now face down
on the table. My moans started again when I felt the cock
pushing back into my pussy.
As the thick organ sawed in and out of my cunt, I felt oil
being poured into the crease of my ass. His fingers spread the
oil over my anus and one oiled finger worked its way into my
rectum. With a hard cock pleasuring my pussy and a finger inside
my ass, I groaned with sexual pleasure and raised my buttocks to
encourage Santi to push in deeper.
More oil was applied to my ass, and the finger pumped me faster
and deeper... twisting and thrusting until I was urging him to do
it to me. Another finger entered and my anus stretched to allow
it entry. More moans and whines of female pleasure filled the
room. I arched my butt high and grunted when Santi thrust a
third finger inside my ass.
Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my cunt. "NO... NO...
please. Don't take it out! Please," I cried out desperately.
He ignored me. "Fuck your ass on my fingers," Santi ordered.
I moaned with need, but his fingers had stopped moving. They
were still in my ass, but they had stopped fucking in and out of
me. "Do it!" came the order. I obeyed by pushing my buttocks up
to take his fingers deeper into my ass.
Without warning, Santl pulled his fingers from my ass and
pressed the head of his cock against my anal ring. He worked it
back and forth coating it with oil. Then he pressed it even
harder against my back hole. For a time, my ass wouldn't open
sufficiently to allow the thick organ to enter. He pushed harder
and my sphincter gave way allowing the big head to sink into my
tight hole.
Slowly, he worked his cock deeper and deeper into my ass while
I screamed with a mixture of pain and hot pleasure. His rod
continued to sink deeper and deeper until I felt his balls
slapping against my clit. All 8+ inches of meat were buried in
my ass. He began to fuck me harder... faster. My moans were
changing to hot cries of pleasure mixed with grunts. My body was
trembling as it usually did when I was about to cum.
An orgasm exploded deep inside my ass and spread to my pussy
and belly. My uncontrolled wild cries filled the room as I
rammed back against the surging cock screwing in and out of my
ass. I heard Santi give a low groan then his body quivered as his
load filled my back passage.
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Tuesday: The Third Day:
Gordon came in Monday night a little after 7:30 PM. He was
exhausted, but not too exhausted to want to forego an evening out
with me and later, in me. We went the hotel's 5-star restaurant,
and as we were looking over all the delectable selections on the
menu, Santini Gardello came over to our table. I held my breath.
"Good evening. I do hope you approve of our selections.
Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Santini Gardello, the
Director of Entertainment and Services for the hotel." He handed
Gordon his card. "If you need anything... anything at all...
during your stay with us, please call me. We want all of our
guests to have a wonderful and memorable experience."
Santini and Gordon chatted for a moment. Then, Santini shook
my husband's hand and wished us a pleasant evening. With an
elegant European gesture, he kissed the back of my hand just
before he left. He also pressed a note into my palm.
"Nice guy," my husband observed. "I can't remember the last
time the Director of Entertainment at a large hotel like this one
came over and personally introduced himself."
"Well, we are having dinner in an extremely expensive
restaurant. That's probably part of the reason," I suggested.
Gordon agreed and Santini was forgotten.
We got back to our room around 9:30 PM, and Gordon fucked me
like a raging bull for an hour. The hot, masculine sounds he
made both times he shot his load into me were so powerful and
erotic, they drove me over the edge with him.
After he had fucked me twice, we took a break while he called
room service to have a bottle of wine delivered to the room.
"Are you planning on having me answer the door naked?" I asked
with a grin.
"The thought has crossed my mind," he said leering at my naked,
sweaty body.
"I'll just bet it has! So, do I do it or not?"
"No. I'll put on my pants and answer the door. You stay in
bed with the covers over you."
I was surprised... really surprised. "You really want me to
cover up and maintain my non-existent modesty?" I giggled.
"Yeah. If you answered the door naked or let him see you naked
in the bed, you have to know that the guy is going to want to
fuck you... and I don't want to wait. You're all mine tonight."
"I love being all yours," I whispered as I pressed my tits
against my husband's chest and kissed him. Halfway through the
kiss, I was jacking him off. When my lips left his, they moved
downward and slipped over the big mushroom head of his now
rapidly growing cock. As I sucked him, I couldn't keep from
comparing his penis with Santini's. Remarkably, they were almost
identical... both were cut... both were 8 to 8.5 inches in
length, and both very thick.
When Gordon's shaft was fully hard and throbbing, I grinned
thinking, "Most women never get one cock as magnificent as this
one. I have two." I couldn't keep from giggling.
"What's so funny?" my husband asked obviously concerned.
Mentally, I kicked myself. The worst possible thing a woman
can do is to giggle or laugh when she's sucking a guy's cock.
Quickly, I said, "I was just thinking of you having to wait your
turn if I answered the door naked."
We each had a glass of wine. Then my husband couldn't wait any
longer. His cock was a shaft of steel again. But my hot stud
again surprised and pleased me when instead of giving me another
hard screwing, he made slow, gentle love to me for over an hour.
First, he gave me a tongue bath over every inch of my body
except my clitoris and nipples. After 30 minutes, he had me
writhing on the bed as my hands spastically twisted the bed
covers in my fists. After 40 minutes, I was begging him to put
his cock into me. He mounted me and slowly pushed into my
depths. I came the instant his cock started into me. It was out
of this world marvelous.
After Gordon had cum in me for the third time that evening, I
assumed that sex was over for the night. Silly woman. Now, my
hot stud gave me a tongue bath on my clitoris until I had cum
again. Finally, he turned me onto my stomach and mounted me...
driving his prick between my closed thighs into my soaked pussy.
This time, I was fucked like a bitch in heat.
Later, I got up to go to the bathroom. On the way, I got
Santini's note out of my handbag. While relieving myself, I read
it.
Meet me at the Tahiti Lounge at 9 AM in the morning. Bring
your sexiest thong bikini. If you don't have one, buy one before
you arrive. Remember... 9 AM... Santini.
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"Are we going swimming this morning?" I asked when Santini
picked me up at the Santini Lounge at 9:05 the next morning.
"We are. At the Moorea Beach Club. It's an adult pool that
permits topless bathing. The area is screened so no one can
accidentally see inside, but it is open to anyone 21 years of age
or over. So, there are always a lot of interested males
watching... also some females. You won't be needed the top of
your suit. Did you bring a sexy thong?"
"Well, the bottoms are a triangle to cover my pussy, one string
around my hips, and another inside my ass crack. Will that be
sexy enough?"
Santini grinned. "I think that will be satisfactory."
"How about you? What do you wear in this pool?"
"A skin-tight, spandex suit. Behave yourself because it will
be very embarrassing if I get hard while wearing this suit."
"OOohhhh I'm going to love this! Let's go!" I said. Santini
looked worried.
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The pool was not overly crowded at this early hour. There were
maybe a half dozen women swimming.. all topless. There were
another half dozen couples sitting at poolside in bathing suits.
In every case, the woman was topless. Further back, there were a
dozen men enjoying the show.
When I removed my long bathrobe, every male eye turned in my
direction. Most of the women were very attractive with nice
breasts, but none had my firm, 36DDs. In addition, my sexy ass
was completely exposed by the thong. My pussy was already damp.
I wondered how many of the men were hard. In particular, I
wondered if Santini was.
He was sitting at the edge of the pool with a towel draped over
his loins. I laughed. "Coward. That's cheating. Take the
towel away."
"I can't," he whispered.
"Spoil sport," I teased taking a seat beside him. Then,
without warning, I jerked the towel away.
"OH FUCK!" I exclaimed when I saw that he was not only hard,
but the big head and two more inches of shaft were sticking out
the top of his very brief swim trunks. I tossed the towel back
into his lap. "You're right. You need to keep that thing
covered up. I don't want every woman here attacking you."
"I'm going in for a quick dip to cool off," I said. I could
almost feel the eyes caressing my ass as I waded into the pool
until I felt the water lapping against my ass and pussy. I
didn't go any further as the idea was to expose every thing, not
conceal all the sights underwater.
As I walked from the water, I put my arms up and fluffed my
hair. The effect was raise my tits high. I thought I heard some
of the men moan.
A few moments after I rejoined Santini, another couple came
over and invited us to join them at their table. Santini rose
and held out his hand for me. Naturally, he kept the towel over
his erection. The other woman was giggling at his predicament.
She was a brunette with very large, well shaped breasts, about 40
years of age but still quite beautiful.
"Paula, this is Helen and Marcus Marino. Helen, Marcus, meet
Paula. Her husband is on the National Executive Committee for
the engineering sciences. He and his colleagues are running the
national convention that's in town for the week."
"Ah, I see," Marcus said with smile. "That's why you have this
exquisite woman in tow. Fabulous."
"Paula, Helen and Marcus are frequent guests of the hotel.
They own property all over California including some of the more
successful wineries. They also have exotic sexual tastes."
We chatted with Helen and Marcus for a half hour or so with the
conversation becoming progressively more sexual and erotic. When
there was a lull, Helen looked at her husband and nodded. He
nodded back and then, turning toward me, placed a stack of black
chips in front of me. No one said a word.
At first, I didn't understand what was happening. I knew that
black chips were worth $100 in every casino in Vegas. There
appeared to be 10 of them in the stack. Ten chips make a stack
about one inch high... one inch of black chips... $1,000.
When no one said a word, Marcus placed a second identical stack
of black chips beside the first one. Still confused, I said
nothing and didn't move to touch the chips. Marcus waited for
about 30 seconds and then place a third stack beside the other
two. He looked at me with a question in his eyes.
Finally, the light came on in my brain. Helen and Marcus
wanted to have sex with me or with Santini and me, and I was
being offered $3,000 as an inducement.
I had never been offered money for sex before. The idea was
both repulsive and exciting. Many women have sexual fantasies
that involve being a highly paid, desirable, hot whore. I was no
exception. But while it excited me to be offered the money, I
had no intention of accepting it.
Leaning forward, I pushed the 30 black chips back toward
Marcus, smiled, and said, "I'd love to spend some time in your
room with the two of you. In fact, I'm already wet thinking
about it. I hope Santini is invited too."
"Absolutely!" That was Helen speaking. "But I need to warn
you, Paula. I like girls too."
"MMmmmmm... what are waiting for?" I asked.
"Just one thing," Santini interjected.
"What?" I asked.
Santini picked up pants off the beach chair, extracted the same
small black book I had seen the previous day, and searched its
pages for a moment. "We won't meet in the Marino's room. Let's
go to room 862. It's vacant now."
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Since Helen and I had nothing on except our thongs, the men had
us naked 10 seconds after we entered the room. Not much longer
after that, Helen and I were writhing on the bed in a 69
position. I didn't know what the men were doing as my face was
buried in the wet, throbbing folds of Helen's pussy. Our clits
were both throbbing as they were caressed by a flicking insistent
tongue.
I was on top, presumably in control, but Helen was actually in
charge. She had quickly pulled my sex trench tightly against her
lips and buried her tongue deep inside my vagina. I tried to
return the favor but the intense sensations surging through me as
she suctioned my clitoris into her mouth and lashed the throbbing
shaft with her tongue were too much. All I could think about was
the hot contractions of my cunt as I got closer and closer to an
orgasm.
I heard myself moaning, "Oooohhh... that's sooo good. Don't
stop, please don't stop. I'm about to cum."
Helen had no intention of stopping. If anything, her tongue
moved faster over my now contracting clitoris that danced wildly
in and out of its protective hood. My juices covered her face
when I came.
It was a good two minutes before I was able to open my eyes.
Both men were standing beside the bed, naked and with rock-hard
erections. Santini's cock thrust 8 inches into the air...
straight up. Marcus was smaller but just as hard and ready.
Santini pulled Helen's butt to the edge of the bed. She
stared, almost mesmerized, at the thick, hard phallus that she
knew would very soon be buried inside her pussy.
"What are you waiting for," Santi growled. "Get your legs up
and spread."
The wildly excited woman jerked her legs into the air and held
them up with her hands behind her knees. "Higher, you sexy Slut!
Higher and spread wide. You know the position. Take it!"
Helen did indeed know the position, as every woman does. She
pulled her legs back until her knees were just outside her
heaving breasts. Her feet were high over her head, toes
pointed, cunt elevated and open. Marcus was between my legs, but
not fucking me yet. We were both watching Santini with Marcus'
wife.
Santini moved up to the edge of the bed, aligned his cock with
the gaping opening between Helen's raised legs, and leaned over
her body supporting his weight on his outstretched arms on either
side of her head. She arched her hips in invitation. Santi
moved forward slightly. Helen groaned when she felt the huge
head sliding up and down her slit and over her erect clitoris.
"He's in her," Marcus hissed in my ear.
"Not yet. He's just teasing her with it."
"How do you know? It looks to me like he's in her."
"Because I'm a woman. You won't have any doubt when Santi puts
that huge rod into your wife. Watch."
Helen's hips began hunching desperately. Over and over, she
moaned, "Ah god! Ah god! Ah god!"
"He's fucking her... he's fucking her!" Marcus said excitedly
as his cock swelled even larger and throbbed against my thigh.
"Not yet. Almost but not yet. He's just pressing it aginst
her opening."
"NO! The way she's hunching, he's got to be in her."
"Just watch. He's going to start fucking your wife in just a
moment."
"I think he's in .... " Marcus' comment was cut off in
mid-sentence by his wife's high-pitched scream as Santi drove his
cock deep inside the woman's dilated cunt hole. Her legs jerked
back even further... her toes, which were pointed, now curled
back. Her screams ended in a gurgled as her mouth stretched wide
open. As we watched, Santi's hips began to thrust back and
forth... each thrust powering his rod deep inside Marcus' wife.
She began to howl and grunt.
"Now he's fucking her, Honey."
"Oh my god! Quit! Get on your back. Raise your legs like
Helen's got hers. I'm gonna fuck you, Paula."
"Oh yes. Stick it in, Lover. Give it to me like your wife's
getting it. Hard and deep, Stud!"
Marcus socked his hips deep into my sex saddle, shoved my leg
higher, and nailed his cock into my cunt. My grunts and moans
soon mixed with Helen's as the two hard studs fucked us.
Santini came first, grunting and growling each time his cock
pumped another gush of semen into Helen's throbbing pussy. As he
unloaded in her, she was making certain her husband knew it.
"He's cumming in meeeeee!" she howled. "I can feel his load
hitting my womb, Honey... Oh my god! He's still shooting... more
cum... Aaaahhhh... Oh fuck. I'm getting his load, Baby!"
That was more than enough to trigger Marcus' fully loaded sex
gun. It fired off inside me multiple times as I moaned and urged
him to fuck me harder... to fill my pussy with his hot load.
After the men had pulled out of our pussies, we got them onto
the bed with us and, side-by-side, began to suck their cocks.
Marcus had gone soft, but I could see that Santi was still
semi-hard. So Helen got him back to full erection before I
managed to get Marcus hard again.
As we sucked their cocks, Santini turned to Marcus and said,
"I've got to get back to work until around 5 PM. Shall we double
fuck Paula? When we finish, Helen can do her the way she likes."
"Sounds like a great plan to me," Marcus responded.
Helen moved off the bed to give the men room. Santi laid down
on his back and motioned for me to mount, which I quickly did.
The moan just erupted from my lungs when I felt his thick shaft
sinking into my cum-soaked cunt. Once Santi was deeply lodged in
my cunt, Marcus mounted me and moved into position to penetrate
my ass.
"Oil her, Helen," Marcus said to his wife.
After getting a small bottle of astroglide from her purse,
Helen squeezed a generous amount of the liquid all over my ass
and then worked it inside with two fingers. When she pulled them
out, Marcus quickly replaced them with his much larger cock head.
He applied pressure with his hips, and the cock gradually forced
my sphincter open. He pressed harder and suddenly, his cock slid
into my hole. Once the head was inside me, it was easy for
Marcus to force all seven inches into my bowel. Of course, I was
grunting and moaning continuously.
My cries grew much louder when the two men began fucking me
fore and aft with hard, authoritative masculine strokes. Each
cock entered me all the way to the balls on every thrust. My
body shuddered as I came. They fucked me even harder. I began
to tremble and shake... I was gasping when my second orgasm
surged through my impaled holes.
---------------------------------
Thirty minutes later, I was still breathing hard on the bed
with cum seeping from both my ass and cunt holes. Marcus was
relaxing in a chair watching his wife caressing me. Santi had
showered and dressed. Before he left, he reminded me to meet him
at 3 PM at the usual place. "Don't be late. I have a surprise
for you."
He was halfway out the door when he stopped and turned back to
watch Helen working on me on the bed. "Do her with the strap on
before I leave, Helen. I'd like to see you make her cum." He
didn't bother to shut the door.
Marcus spread me out in the center of the bed while his wife
put on a wicked-looking strap on. The business end of the
artificial cock was long and thick. Both men watched as Helen
climbed between my wide-open legs... Marcus from the side of the
bed... Santi from the open doorway. Helen slammed it into me.
"OOOHHHHHHHHH FUCK! That's huge. UNNGGHHH... AAAHHHH... Oh
Yes! Fuck me with that thing, Helen. Harder! Give it to me."
The bed was shaking as she socked her hips deep into my sex
saddle just like a man would and fucked me with rapid, deep, hard
strokes. After a few minutes, I knew I was going to cum on the
plastic cock. Helen's tits mashed against mine... rubbing
together. We both began to moan. I realized that the base of
the strap-on was grinding against Helen's clit every time she
drove it into my pussy.
"I'm about to cum, Helen. So close. Fuck me hard and fast
when you're ready and we'll cum together," I hissed in her ear.
Her ass pounded downward; my ass thrust upward.
"I'm there! I'm cumming, Paula!" she wailed fucking me as
hard as possible. Two strokes after she had begun to cum, my
pussy exploded around the strap-on.
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Around noon, the three of us went back to their suite where
Marcus ordered lunch to be brought to their suite. Helen got me
on the bed and once again fucked me. This time we scissored our
legs and mashed our pussies tightly together. When Helen began
thrusting and grinding her hips, the erotic sensations of her
pussy and clit sliding sensuously over mine were incredible. By
the time the food arrived, Marcus' cock was iron-hard, throbbing,
and painful.
Helen and I took turns sucking him as we ate. Somehow, Marcus
got through the meal without shooting off. It was really quite a
feat of control. When the food was gone, his cock was dripping
with our combined saliva. It standing straight up, the big,
purple head engorged and throbbing.
With a wild grunt, he pulled me onto his laps with my back
against his chest. "Lift your ass," he ordered in no uncertain
terms. I quickly raised my hips. "Helen! Stick my cock up her
asshole!" Just as quickly, his wife knelt on the bed, grasped
his vibrating organ, and fitted the big head into my ass. She
worked it back and forth until it popped into my ass. I groaned;
Marcus hissed with masculine pleasure. I fucked my ass for over
10 minutes on his cock before he emptied his balls into me.
As soon as Marcus pulled his semi-hard weapon from my ass,
Helen pulled me off the bed to the side and told me to bend
over... head on the bed and one knee up on the edge. When I was
in position, she fucked me again with a strap-on.
----------------------------------------------------
Around 2 PM, I had taken a long bath and was getting ready to
head back to my room. I had my robe on, but didn't bother with
my thong bikini. It seemed pointless.
"Has Santini told you what he has planned for later this
afternoon, Paula?" Helen asked.
"No. Do you know?"
She grinned, but said nothing. "Come on. Obviously, you know.
What's he going to do?"
"I'm pretty certain that he intends to fuck you again," Marcus
commented with a laugh.
Giving him my best scowl, I replied, "I sort of figured that
out. But that's hardly a surprise. Come on, you guys. Tell
me."
"If we tell you, Paula, it wouldn't be a surprise, and besides,
Santini would be furious and I probably wouldn't get him to lay
me again for a long time."
"Ok. Are the two of you going to be present?"
"We wouldn't miss it for the world. In fact, I'm going to be
sort of in charge of the activities."
"What if I don't like the surprise?"
Now Marcus grew serious. "In that case, you won't enjoy the
afternoon. If you're worried, you should just not go. We'll
explain to Santini and Helen will take your place. I know she
would love it."
"But how can I decide when I don't know what's planned except
that it involves sex and Santini fucking me?"
"Good point," Marcus commented, still very serious. "I'll give
you enough of a hint that you can decide. Bondage and games will
be involved and several men, probably five or six, will end up
fucking you, Paula. That should be enough of a clue to let you
decide whether to go or not. You don't have to worry about being
hurt. Give us a call by 2:45 PM, if you decide against going,
otherwise, we'll see you there."
----------------------
Naturally, I was in the Tahiti Lounge at 3 PM. For once,
Santini was waiting for me when I arrived. He smiled. "I was
certain that you would come," he said to me.
"I almost didn't, but my curiosity got the better of me."
"I think it's more like your insatiable pussy got the better of
you, Paula."
"That too," I said matter of factly.
Once more, Santini consulted his black book, and then took me
to Room 1015. Marcus and Helen were already there as were over a
dozen other men. They covered a wide range of ages and
appearances. I was certain that they were all very wealthy.
"Gentlemen," Santini announced, "this is Paula. She's married,
29 years old, and just so you don't have to ask, her tits are
36DD. I can tell you from experience that she's a very sensuous
woman and an absolutely delicious fuck. Paula step up here so
our guests can see you better."
I mounted the small platform and did a 360 degree turn to let
the men see me from all angles. As I did so, I could hear some
admiring comments from the men and even a low whistle or two.
"Paula, Helen's going to take off your skirt and panties then I
would like for you to mount the couch... bent over and on your
knees, please," Santi said. Although he did say "please", it was
really a command. Helen came over and whispered, "Are you Ok?
We can still call this off if you want to."
"I'm ok, except I can't stop shaking I'm so excited... also
nervous."
"Me too," Helen confided. "Turn and face the men, Paula, so
they can see your pussy when I pull down your panties." When
Helen pulled my panties down my thighs, my nervousness decreased
but my excitement mounted higher than ever. "Ok, Honey. Get on
the couch like Santini said. Spread your knees really wide so
they can call see your pussy and ass."
"Are they all going to fuck me now?"
"No. Not yet. In fact, Marcus got it wrong. Only one of the
ten men will be fucking you."
When I was on the couch, bent over and spread wide open, I
heard even more comments about how hot I looked.
"All right, Gentlemen," Santini announced. "You've all had an
opportunity to see what you will be trying to win in the contest.
The rules are simple. Paula will be blindfolded and placed in
restraining bondage on the platform. This very thick,
electrically powered, vibrating dildo will be fully inserted into
her cunt. A smaller, hand-held vibrator will be held against
Paula's clitoris by Helen who will also control the speed of the
cunt vibrator. Helen will not see your bets so she will in no
way be biased. Her job is make Paula cum, and she will be judge
as to when her orgasm begins. Marcus will be in charge of timing
the process. Any questions about the process?"
"Will Helen try to get her off as fast as possible?" one of the
men asked.
"That's up to her. I'm sure she will vary it from game to
game. As they say, it's a gamble."
"Each game requires a fixed $1,000 bet from each of you. After
making your wager, you will write your name and your guess as to
the number of seconds that will elapse before Paula cums. The
winner of the round is the man whose guess is the closest.
Second place goes to the man with the next closest estimate and
so on. Each round will have $10,000 in the pot. The winner
receives $5,000, second place $3,000, third place $1,000, and the
house takes $1,000."
Gardello paused to see if there were questions. This time
there were none.
"After ten rounds, the man who has won the most money, can take
Paula to his hotel room and enjoy her until 6:30 PM. Paula must
leave at that time to meet her husband. Any questions?"
Marcus and Santini worked together to cover my calves and lower
arms with a soft wrap of cotton held in place by velcro straps to
prevent rope burns. The platform was covered with a soft, white
cotton sheet to prevent chaff burns on my hips and buttocks.
After taking off my top, I mounted the platform. Helen
blindfolded me as the men bound my arms to my lower legs. Coils
of rope about my lower legs were then attached to the side of the
table to keep my legs spread raised. More rope coils about my
ankles and the handle of the cunt vibrator kept that thick shaft
deep inside my cunt. The speed control for that vibrator rested
on the platform in Helen's reach. Santini pronounced me ready
and invited the men to come closer and inspect me any way they
wished.
They all crowded around. A few were curious about the thick
metal shaft sunk into my vagina, but most hefted and felt my
tits, the rest caressed and finger fucked my ass. Finally,
Santini started the first round. I waited unable to see because
of the blindfold.
Helen wasted no time. Her mouth engulfed my clitoris.
Instantly, I started to sigh and moan as my ass tried to hunch
upward against the ropes. A moment later, she turned on the cunt
vibrator. The intense sensations surged up and down the length
of my vagina. I was grunting and thrusting my ass upward...
hard... spastically. She turned the cunt vibrator higher. I
could no longer control my body as it surged wildly against the
restraints.
When she pressed the hand-held vibrator against my clitoris, my
vagina went into hard spasms causing the thick shaft buried
inside to jerk up and down. It was obvious to every person in
the room that I had just cum.
Marcus announced the time: two minutes 17 seconds or 137
seconds. Santini paid off the winners and started the next game.
This time, Helen turned the cunt vibrator to the highest
setting. She shoved two fingers up my ass and began fucking my
throbbing hole. I came in less than two minutes.
As the games continued, it was taking me longer to reach an
orgasm, but Helen compensated by raising the level of
stimulation. After the ninth game, I was exhausted. I had
already squirted four times, and my pussy was still throbbing.
"All right, Gentlemen, this is the final game. Helen will be
using maximum stimulation from the start. Place your wagers and
record your estimates."
When Santini gave the signal, Helen turned on the cunt vibrator
and immediately advanced it to the highest setting. The men
could already see my asshole opening and closing in response.
She also turned the hand-held vibrator on high and pressed
directly onto the erect, throbbing shaft of my clitoris. With
her free hand, she finger fucked three fingers rapidly in and out
of my asshole. I exploded in orgasm in only 81 seconds.
The black, professional basketball player who had won the last
game and the contest, took me back to his hotel room and fucked
me repeatedly until 6:20 PM. His cock was huge, but I had no
problems taking him after having had that monster cunt vibrator
burying in me for almost an hour.
After he had ejaculated inside my pussy three times, his thick,
long cock was churning the cum and my secretions into a thick,
white froth that was all over both of us by the time he pumped in
his fourth load and collapsed on top of me.
At 6:20 PM, Santini came by the basketball player's room and
collected me to be certain I got back to my room on time. When
we were standing in front of my hotel room door, he handed me an
envelop.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your share of the proceeds from the contest this afternoon.
You get the standard hotel percentage, 25% of the net profit,
$2,500." I was surprised but didn't even consider refusing the
money.
"How long before Gordon returns?"
"Maybe 20 or 30 minutes. Why?" I asked even though I knew
perfectly well why Santini was asking.
"Because I want to fuck you again. Just a quickie. Let's go
inside." I opened the door, and Santini was all over me.
"My husband will be back any time... please."
"Then you need to hurry." He extracted his already hard prick.
"Get on your knees and suck me."
I stretched my mouth wide and took him inside. "Suck it
deeper, Paula. Hold my balls and suck hard." Each time he
pushed into my mouth, I took his rod deeper. Finally, his balls
were bouncing off my chin and my lips were wrapped around the
base of his cock as I sucked him. I was grunting each time
Santi face fucked into my throat.
"I'm about to cum, Paula. Get up on the bed... Hurry. I hope
you're about ready because I'm going to unload in you very
quickly."
I spread out on the bed and lifted my legs up into female
fucking position. Santi mounted me and speared my cunt hole
perfectly on his first thrust. He drove the cock into
me...deep... hard... back and forth... using me as his private
cum receptacle.
"Gonna shoot it innnnn! UUNNGGHHH... YESSS... HERE IT COMES!"
His cock flexed hard... once... twice... three times... each
time injecting a huge load of cum into my cunt. When he
finished, he pulled out and said, "Clean me with your hot mouth.
Hurry.!"
Gordon came back about 10 minutes after Santi had finished
fucking my cunt full of his thick load.
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Wednesday: The Fourth Day:
Gordon was exhausted that night. In fact, he didn't return to
our hotel room until almost 9 PM. We decided on a light dinner
and during the meal he told me in detail about his difficult,
exhausting day at the convention.
I listening politely. When he finished, I smiled sweetly and
asked, "What's her name?"
"Who?" he asked defensively.
"The woman you were fucking just before you came back to our
hotel room."
"What makes you think I was having sex with a woman?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe its the fact that I called one of the
other members of the National Committee and asked what time the
meeting was over. He told me the last session was at 3:30 PM."
"Well, that's right, but there was a lot of work to do to get
ready for tomorrow."
"I asked the man I was speaking with if there was a lot still
to do after the meeting was over for the day. He told me no. He
even said all those details were completed before the convention
had even begun."
"He just doesn't know," my husband responded.
"That's probably true, but then maybe you can tell me why you
have the aroma of her cunt on your breath? She does smell really
sexy. Tell me about her."
Gordon gave up. "God. It's impossible to fool you. Are you
angry? We did agree that we could play this week."
"I know, and I not angry. I'm just curious. Is she married?
Is she a hot fuck? Is she as good as I am? Better?"
"I thought we were supposed to save all those sexy details
until we have our private getaway after the convention?"
"We are. You just have a turned-on, curious wife."
"All right. She's married, brunette, about 35. She's an
associate professor at a mid-sized university. Loves to fuck...
very hot in bed... cums repeatedly when I go down on her... but
she's not close to being as good as you are. Do you want me to
stop fucking her?"
"No... I want you screw her slutty ass off, Darling, and tell
me all about it during our getaway."
"I will. Now it's my turn."
"For what?"
"To ask you who's been getting into your hot pussy."
"No fair. I caught you. You didn't catch me."
"I didn't? What about the secret note that Mr. Gardello passed
to you at the restaurant last night?"
I grinned. "You're pretty observant, Darling. Ok. I guess
you did catch me. You get one question just like me."
"How many men so far?"
"Four and one woman."
"One woman? Who?"
"Sorry, Darling. You've already used up your one question.
You'll have to wait until our getaway."
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The following morning Gordon and I slept late. I wasn't
surprised since he had told that he had no papers to present nor
sessions to chair at Wednesday's meeting. In addition, he was
still screwing me at 1 AM. He kept begging me to tell him about
the four guys who had fucked me, but I continued to put him off.
The more I refused, the hotter he got. I loved it!
Gordon allowed me use the shower and bathe first, so he was
taking his shower and I was doing my makeup when the phone rang.
I was about to answer it, when my husband came out of the
bathroom and said, "Put it on the speaker."
I grinned. "It's almost certainly private, Darling. You'll
have to wait until our getaway."
"Please," he pleaded.
"Ok, but you have to promise to be quiet and not spoil every
thing."
"That's sort of insulting. You know me better than that."
"You're right. I'm sorry. Just be quiet." I hit the speaker
button and said, "Hello."
"Can you talk?"
"Yes. My husband's in the bathroom taking his shower."
"I'm calling to let you know that there will be two packages
arriving at your room in about 15 minutes, one from me... one
from the Marinos."
"What are they... tell me," I said unable to conceal my
excitement.
"Mine is an outfit I want you to wear to today. We're going
out."
"Where are we going."
"We're going to a large party at my lake front home on Lake
Tahoe. There will be other guests, owners of this hotel and
others, some special guests... very high rollers, and some of my
personal friends. There will be some couples and some single men
present. You will easily be the hottest woman there. Meet me in
the usual place at 10 AM. What time will your husband return
this evening?"
"Can you hold the phone, Darling? I need to go to the bathroom
and ask him, It will only take a moment."
"No problem. I'll hold."
Quickly I led Gordon into the bathroom and shut the door.
"What do you want me to tell him about when you will be home
tonight?"
My husband thought for a moment. When I saw his eyes flash
with a very familiar sexy gleam, I could have easily guessed what
he was going to say. I was right. "I don't have to be at the
conference today... no papers to present... no sessions to chair.
Gardello said there would be couples present. Can you arrange
an invitation to the party for me... so we can go as a couple?"
"You realize that it's going to be a sex party... at least
partially?"
"Of course. Why do you think I want to go?"
"I know we've done this a lot before, but I have to ask. Are
you Ok with this? You're not going to get angry and make a big
scene?"
"When have I ever done that?"
"When we went to New York with Luis Mendez."
My husband nodded. "You're right. I did get angry and make a
huge scene. I was afraid I was going to lose you to Mendez...
NO! That's not accurate. I was terrified that I was going to
lose you to Mendez. Am I going to lose you to Santini Gardello?"
"Not on any day that anyone on the planet will ever live to
see, Darling," I said just before I kissed him.
"Then I'm fine. See if you can wrangle an invitation for me."
"Hi. I'm back, Honey. Gordon says he doesn't need to attend
the conference today. You said that some of the guests would be
couples. Can I invite my husband to the party?"
Santini hesitated, then said, "Does he know that I've been
fucking you for three days? Is he aware that there will more sex
at the party? Is he cool with that like Marcus Marino is cool
with Helen participating?"
"He knows, and he's cool... very much so."
"And are you comfortable with your husband being present?
There will be no secrets, of course."
"I find it exciting, Santi."
"That is the answer I wanted to hear! By all means, invite
him. He's a very handsome man. I'm sure the other ladies will
appreciate his presence. Remember, Tahiti Lounge, 10 AM. Wear
the outfit in the box." Santini broke the connection without
waiting for me to say goodbye.
When I turned to look at Gordon, he was smiling. "I can't wait
to see what's in those two packages!" he said. Neither could I.
We didn�t' have wait fifteen minutes for the packages to
arrive. Within five minutes, room service delivered them, one
large package and a small one. Gordon made no effort to conceal
his interest and excitement when I opened the large box
containing the outfit Santini wanted me to wear. When I lifted
out the very brief yellow dress, my husband gasped, "My god!
You'll be almost naked in that thing!"
"Mmmmmmm... I think you're right. Want me to try it on?"
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
I had already taken my bath, so all I had to do was take off my
robe and slip the dress over my head. I turned my back toward my
husband, and said in my sexiest voice, "Can you give a woman some
help, Honey, and zip me up?"
As he pulled up the zipper, he asked what about a bra?
Panties?"
"Let's see," I said as I searched through the box. "No bra...
Ah, but here are the panties." I held the skimpy yellow thong in
the air for Gordon to see. They were no more than a small
triangle of cloth to cover my pussy and two strings, one about my
waist, the other to sink into my buttocks.
"My god... that little thing won't cover much of anything.
You'll be practically naked. That dress exposes over half your
tits and it isn't more than two inches below your ass."
"If Santini had meant for me to wear any more, he would have
put it in the package for me, Darling. You see, he did put in
the heels he wants me to wear." I held up the color-coordinated,
brown sandals with 5-inch spike heels.
"Fuck!" was all my husband could say.
"All right, Darling. Whatever you say. Anyone in particular
you want me to fuck?"
"Me, you sexy slut. Me!" My husband kissed me twice. The
first kiss was deep, prolonged, and passionate. The second kiss
was equally long, but soft and loving. It left me breathless and
tingling.
"You'll have to wait, Lover. We don't have enough time."
I finished doing my make up and packed a small bag of articles
I thought I might need at the party, make up, an extra dress,
bra, panties, condoms, and two disposable douches. Just before
we left to head for the Tahiti Lounge, I remembered the second
package from the Marinos.
"Shall we see what's in the other package, Honey?"
Gordon nodded, obviously having forgotten about it like I had.
"Who are the Marinos?"
"They're a couple Santi and I partied with yesterday. Very
nice couple. You would really like Helen." I opened the second
package and found two things, a brief note and a small case. The
note read:
Dear Paula, Just a short note to let you know how much we
enjoyed our day with you. You are easily the most passionate and
beautiful woman we've ever partied with. You made our entire
vacation. I hope we can meet again, either in Vegas, at our home
or at yours, or any place for that matter. If your husband
plays, we've love to meet him too. Helen says you're the hottest
fuck she's ever had with a woman, and I have the same comment.
We've enclosed a small gift that we hope you will accept as our
way of saying thank you. Helen and Marcus.
When I opened the small case, Gordon and I saw that it
contained 50 black casino chips. We were both nearly speechless.
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Every man in the lobby turned to look at Paula as we walked
toward the Tahiti Lounge. I could see and almost feel their lust
as they watched my wife's big tits bouncing as she approached and
then stared at her sexy ass jiggling under the dress as we walked
away from them. I heard one woman exclaim, "My Word!" Another
one hissed, "Bitch!", but a third, smiled, looked directly at
Paula, licked her lips, and said, "I'm in Room 732. Call me."
"I wonder if she's speaking to me?" I asked my wife with a sly
smile.
"I don't think so, Darling. And she has no idea what she's
missing," she replied. I was smiling at my wife's comment all
the way to the Tahiti Lounge.
Santini arrived promptly at 10 AM, shook my hand, and said,
"Paula says you're cool with every thing. I need to hear it from
you. Are you?"
"It's not a problem, Mr. Gardello."
"Santi... please call me Santi. All my friends do." I nodded,
and Santi turned his attention to my wife.
"Dio! But your look luscious in that dress. I presume you are
naked underneath except the yellow thong I sent?"
"Of course. But I have some other undergarments in my bag if
you want to put them on."
"That would be akin to painting a beard on the Mona Lisa.
Shall we go? My car is waiting at the front of the casino."
The limo was waiting for us in the large circular drive at the
main entrance to the hotel. Santini held the door open for my
wife. She climbed into the rear seat, not worrying about the
fact that her dress pulled high on her thighs when she raised her
legs. It didn't surprise me when Santini took the seat beside
her. That left me to ride in the facing seat with my back to the
driver.
When I bent over to enter the car, a gorgeous brunette was
seated there. She gave me a dazzling smile, and I was really
happy that I had decided to attend Santi's party. She turned
toward the man seated to her left and said, "Honey. Why don't
you move over to the side seat so this gentleman will have room
to sit down." If it had been me, I would have objected, but the
man just nodded and moved to the side seat. Obviously, he had to
be the brunette's husband.
When we were all seated, Santini made the introductions. "This
lovely couple are Gordon and Paula Baxter. Gordon... Paula, meet
Coleen and Clint Ryles." I reached over Coleen and shook Clint's
hand. When I turned toward Coleen, she ignored my outstretched
hand and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Hi, Gordon. I hope
you're looking forward to this party as much as I am."
Leaning over toward Clint, my wife said, "I don't see any
reason why we should be so formal if those two are going to kiss,
do you, Clint?"
"No... no reason at all."
"Good. Hi, Clint. I'm Paula." She pressed her tits against
his side and kissed him full on the mouth, much harder than
Coleen had kissed me. Halfway through the kiss, I saw that my
wife had opened her mouth.
Santini interrupted their kiss when he said, "We need to leave.
The guests will start arriving before noon." Flicking on the
intercom, he ordered the driver to head for Tahoe and his
lakeside mansion. As soon as the limo was on its way, Santini
passed some large color photos around. "These are photos of my
home where we'll be having the party. I thought they might be of
interest."
The four of us busied ourselves looking over the photos while
Santini concentrated on sliding his hand slowly and sensuously
over the wide expanse of my wife's bare thigh flesh exposed by
her short dress. Clint's eyes were following every motion of
Santini's hand.
As the limo passed beyond the Vegas city limits, Coleen leaned
over closer to me, pressed her large breasts against my arm, and
said softly, "I hope we get the chance to get to know each other
a lot better at the party."
"I'm sure we can arrange that... at least, I'll be giving it
one hell of an effort."
"MMMmmmm... good. It doesn't look like Santini is wasting any
time," Coleen whispered.
"No it doesn't."
"How long do you think she'll keep her legs crossed before she
spreads them?"
"Probably not very long, if I know my wife."
Santini was incredibly patient. After the limo had gone about
20 miles, he was still caressing only the portion of my wife's
thighs that were exposed by her dress. Clint was visibly leaning
forward to get the best possible view.
"She's dripping wet by now," Coleen whispered in my ear.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Look at your wife's hips. They're beginning to squirm on the
seat. Can't you see the muscles of her thighs flexing and
relaxing... flexing and relaxing."
"So?"
"So, she's putting pressure on her clitoris... Santini has her
so excited she's masturbating. He's playing with her thighs and
you're sitting no more than three feet away. She even has her
knees pointed right at you."
I watched Paula for a bit and just as Coleen had said, I saw
her hips slowly grinding against the seat and her thighs flexing
and relaxing. I also noticed that her lips were parted slightly.
"You're right. She is doing it."
"Clint's hard from watching her. Are you hard?"
"Very, but not from watching my wife. I've been hard ever
since you pressed your breasts against my arm earlier."
"Oooohhhhhh."
"I would be even harder if your sweater didn't cover your tits
so completely. Take it off."
"My husband is sitting here."
"I noticed. Take off your sweater."
"Oh god," she moaned as she started pulling her sweater over
her head. Every eye in the car turned to watch her. Clint not
only did not object, he squeezed his erection as he watched her.
Any doubt that I had about Coleen's tits being the equal of my
wife's was washed away when over half of her sensuous melons came
into view.
Five minutes after Coleen had removed her sweater, Santini
leaned over and whispered something to my wife. She shook her
head. Again, he whispered something to her... this time with
more intensity. Coleen and I watched Paula's body shuddering as
she uncrossed her legs and sat with her knees a few inches apart
and pointed right at me. I tried to see her tiny yellow thong,
but there wasn't enough light beneath her dress.
Santini's hand took immediate advantage of the space between my
wife's legs to slide his hand between her thighs and to move it
in slow, erotic circles. Again, he whispered in my wife's ear.
Her knees parted another inch or two. Santini's hand moved
higher up my wife's thighs.
A few minutes later, without any further instructions from
Santini, Paula spread herself wide open on the seat and leaned
back. Santini rubbed his hand over the crotch of her thong.
Then he did whisper something to my wife. She nodded instantly.
My cock was throbbing when I watched her reach between her legs
and pull the thong to one side. From my position, I could easily
see her wet, open cunt slit. It was exciting Coleen almost as
much as it was me and Clint. I heard her moan softly as her hand
found and squeezed my rigid cock.
As soon as Santini's hand moved onto her exposed slit, we all
watched my wife's ass rise slowly off the seat. The hand worked
between her thighs. She moaned, her ass rising higher. The
fingers began to thrust causing Paula's hips to start rotating
and pumping against his invading fingers. When Santi strummed
her clitoris, her hot moans filled the car. A moment later she
was cumming.
It was too much for Coleen. She moved her ass to the edge of
the seat and spread her legs wide open. Turning to me, she
hissed, "Do Me! Hurry! Do me the way Santini did your wife."
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We arrived at the Santini's lake house around noon. The chef
had lunch ready for us and the other guests who already arrived.
By the time we finished eating, There were probably 35 or so
guests in the large house. Less than 10 were women.
After lunch, everyone explored the house and in the process
found the bathrooms and bedrooms, both of which everyone planned
to be using. By 2:30 PM, the guests were all mingling, some in
the den, others in the game room, some outside on the deck, a few
in the living room, and probably some already in the bedrooms
although I hadn't seen anyone headed in that direction.
After a brief search, I saw my wife standing with a group of
four men, none of whom I knew. One man appeared to be in his
early 30's, two others late 30's to early 40's, and the fourth
was around 50. They were all chatting with Paula who laughed
from time to time at something that was said.
As I continued to watch, I saw her eyes close and slowly her
hips began to rotate. Looking lower, I saw what was causing my
wife's hips to have suddenly begun to move. One of the men was
caressing and squeezing her ass while they talked. Her hips
suddenly stopped rotating and started hunching back and forth.
Again, I looked lower and saw that the same guy now had his hand
under her skirt where it was obvious that he was still doing what
he was before, but now his hand was on her naked ass.
The man continued to play with my wife's ass, and she continued
to press back against his hand. It wasn't long before one of the
other men whispered something to her. Paula grinned and nodded.
The guy knelt in front of her and slipped his hands under her
dress. My wife stood still as the man's hands descended bringing
her yellow panties down with them. When they were down to
mid-thigh, he stood up and left her panties at half-mast, so to
speak, for everyone to see.
Once her panties were down, the man who had pulled them down
put his hand under her dress from the front. From the motions
his hand was causing her dress to make, it was obvious that he
was playing with her pussy at the same time as the other man was
working on her ass. My wife's hunching motions increased
steadily as they stroked her. A third man began kissing her, and
the fourth guy got into the action by hefting and squeezing her
tits. Paula's moans were easily heard, and if it had not been
for the fact that a half dozen other women were also moaning,
every eye would have been on my wife.
My cock was now iron hard and throbbing. I had seen my wife
having sex numerous times, but this was the first time I had seen
four men working on her body in the middle of a party with 30
other people all around. It was mind blowing as well as cock
hardening.
After 10 minutes or so, the men moved away to sample the charms
of some of the other women. Paula smiled at me and began
circulating among all the guests with her panties still down
around her thighs. Apparently, it was against the rules for her
to pull them back up. Soon, she was surrounded by three
different men, one of whom was Clint. I had never seen the other
two.
Very quickly, one of the men had his had under her dress
rubbing my wife's ass while Clint was on the other side sliding
his fingers through her sex slit and probably into her vagina.
Again, Paula's ass began to thrust back and forth. The third man
pulled the straps of my wife's dress off her shoulders baring
both of her tits.
His lips captured one nipple while his fingers worked on the
second one. My wife's eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her
tongue flicked rapidly over her top lip. I was so hard, I knew I
was very close to cumming in my pants. When the three men
finished their explorations of her body, the guy working on her
tits replaced them inside her dress and pulled the straps back up
to her shoulders. The other two removed their hands from beneath
her dress, but did not pull her panties back up.
Things were rapidly becoming wilder at the party. Looking
around the room, I saw two women being fucked. One was bent over
the back of a couch, the second one was being held in the air by
two men who kept her legs wide open. A third man stood between
her legs thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. The most
erotic thing about the tableau was the fact that the woman was
still fully dressed.
When I finally tore my eyes away from the erotic fucking scene,
I saw two men beckoning for Paula to join them. She didn't
hesitate. I was following her when I heard a familiar voice.
"She's a very erotic, beautiful woman, isn't she?"
I turned and was pleased to see Coleen beside me. Her attire
was somewhat similar to my wife's. Both women were still dressed
(except for Coleen's sweater which she had lost in the limo), but
Paula's panties were bunched around her thighs in plain sight,
and one of Coleen's tits had been removed from her bra. It was
pretty clear what the rules of the party were... my wife wasn't
allowed to pull up her panties and Coleen had to leave her tit
exposed.
"She is," I responded.
"You haven't taken your eyes off her since the party started.
Are you worried about her?"
"No. Not at all."
"Ah Ha!" Coleen exclaimed knowingly. "You just like to watch,
don't you? Does it really make your cock hard to watch her with
other men?"
"Yes and yes," I admitted.
"Watching other women get it also excites me.... actually, it
excites most women. Would you mind if I watch with you. When
your hard problem gets too much for you to stand, I can take care
of that for you."
"I'm sure you can. I'd love to have you watch with me."
My wife had now reached the two men who had called her over.
One of them said something that brought a smile to Paula's face.
She nodded and dropped to her knees in front of the man.
"Oohhh... she's going to suck him, Gordon. Your wife's going
to suck him right here in front of everyone." She was rubbing my
cock as she said it. I was so damn hard it hurt. All I could do
was grunt. When I saw my wife dropping to her knees, my grunts
changed to groans.
Paula unzipped the man's pants and extracted his cock. It was
hard and about 6 and a half inches, but it was extremely thick...
so much so that my wife's hand failed to circle it completely
when she pulled it toward her mouth and sucked the throbbing
organ inside. She took half of his length on his first thrust
and almost all of it on the second. Once he had his cock firmly
embedded in her mouth, the guy lifted my wife and sat her on the
couch so that her mouth and his cock were perfectly aligned.
Coleen and I moved closer. She had my pants opened now and her
hand inside. My hand was under her short skirt rubbing her ass
from outside her panties. She sighed when my fingers slid up and
down the crease of her ass. I moaned as her hand jacked me off
inside my pants.
The man was now mouth fucking my wife with hard determined
strokes. As she sucked, the second man pulled her dress straps
down and once more, Paula's big tits swung free.
She continued to take most of the cock but it wasn't enough to
satisfy the man. He put a hand on the back of her hand and
forced her mouth all the way down his organ until her lips were
buried in his groin where they were wrapped firmly around the
base of his thick cock. As he fucked her mouth, I could see her
throat bulging outward every time the big head entered.
The cock pumped in and out of Paula's mouth with increasing
speed. Each thrust was ramming the big head two inches down her
throat. Coleen jerked my cock out of my pants and rammed her
mouth down as far as she could. She gagged when just four inches
were in. Pulling back, she gasped.
"My god! You've got a fantastic cock! It's just gorgeous... I
know I can get all of you into my mouth. I hope to god you're
going to fuck me with this cock later on."
As I watched my wife deep throating the cock in her mouth,
Coleen was struggling to take all of mine. She finally managed
to get almost 7 inches of man meat down her throat.
My rod lurched in Coleen's mouth when I saw the white fluid
spurting from the corners of Paula's mouth. The man was
ejaculating a huge load of cum down her throat so fast that she
couldn't swallow all of it. The excess was spurting from the
tightly plugged corners of her mouth.
The man who had taken out my wife's tits waited until his
friend had finished shooting his load, and then he pulled my wife
to her feet and led her down the hallway toward one of the
bedrooms.
I quickly pulled Coleen to her feet and nodded toward the
retreating couple. "MMmmmm...," Coleen purred. "He's taking
your wife to the bedroom, Honey, so he can fuck her in private.
Let's get close so we can hear Paula moaning when he sticks his
cock into her."
We moved to a position just outside the closed bedroom door.
At first there were no audible sounds coming from inside the
room, but Coleen was sighing with pleasure as I removed her bra
and captured her big nipples with my mouth.
"Mmmmmm... yess... like that, Gordon. Aaaahhh... suck them
hard. That really sets me off."
"How big are they?" I asked as I moved from one large globe to
the other.
"38DD... aaaahhhhhh. Oh Baby, you're hard! I can feel that
big spike pressing against my pussy."
"Your skirt's in the way," I complained.
"Take the damn thing off of me... hurry! My pussy is on fire."
Just as I was removing Coleen's skirt, we heard the soft sounds
of squeaking bedsprings coming from the bedroom. eee-ka...
eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... over and over. "He's fucking your
wife, Gordon. Not hard... just slow... deep strokes into her
cunt. Can you hear it... every time those springs creak, his
cock is sinking into her cunt," Coleen hissed in my ear.
I finished removing her skirt at the same time as she got my
pants and shorts off. She mounted me with her big tits in my
face and her pussy slit sliding up and down the eight-inch length
of my fully erect cock.
eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... eee-ka... oohh... oohh...
oohh... eee-ka... eee-ka... oohh... oohh.. eee-ka... eee-ka
"Can you hear her, Honey? Can you hear your wife groaning as
his cock fucks her?
"Oh hell yes! It's driving me crazy listening to her moan.
Get on my cock, Coleen! Put it in your cunt."
"Oh Yeah! I thought you'd never ask." She raised her ass and
used her hand to align my cock with her opening... as she sank
down and engulfed me within the soft, wet folds of her vagina,
the sensation was fantastic! She was slick and wet, but also
snug and tight. As she lowered her pussy down my shaft, she
worked it with her vaginal muscles... milking me... squeezing
me... almost jacking me off with her vagina.
"OH Fuck, Coleen, that feels incredible! I hope it feels just
half as good to you."
She leaned forward mashing her tits into my chest and pressed
her open mouth against mine, her tongue driving in and out in
perfect sync with the pumping of her cunt up and down on my now
throbbing cock. "I've got an incredibly hard, eight-inches of
throbbing man meat up my cunt and you think that doesn't feel
fantastic to a woman? Just listen to your wife howling... and
she's not getting a cock nearly as big as the one you're fucking
me with."
The sound of the bedsprings grew louder and more frequent. My
wife's moans also increased in volume and frequency. She was now
moaning with every thrust.
Eee-Ka. Oohh! Eee-Ka. Oohh! Eee-Ka. Oohh! Eee-Ka. Oohh!
Coleen and I were now attacking each other. It was all I could
to hold the wildly thrashing woman. Again and again, she rammed
her ass all the down my shaft, impaling her cunt completely as my
cock head thudded hard against her womb and cervix.
"Get on your knees and bend over, Coleen, so I can give it to
you harder."
"OOOOHHH.... fuck YES! Screw me like your hot wife is being
screwed on the other side of that door. Hurry! Ram me at the
same time as he's ramming her!"
Coleen bent over and elevated her cunt. With her knees spread,
it made a luscious, easy target. Lodging the head inside her
pussy, I drove the entire shaft into her on the first thrust and
began pounding it in her hole with one hard thrust after another.
The squeaking bedsprings inside the bedroom grew much louder.
Their sounds were now mixing with my wife's wild cries and the
deep masculine grunts of her lover.
"OOOHHHH FUCK ME, BABY. HARDER! RAM IT IN... I'M CUMMING...
AAAAHHHHH... CUMMING." Paula howled as she came. I knew exactly
what the guy was feeling as her cunt went into the hard, spastic
contractions I knew so well.
Suddenly, Coleen began to moan softly, "ooohhhhh... ooohhhhh...
ooohhhhh... ooohhhhh." I felt her vagina throbbing around my
shaft as she came. She made very little sound when she orgasmed,
but her cuntal contractions were so hard and so rapid that she
literally milked the cum out of me. I shot six or seven volleys
of semen into her as she continued to moan and her pussy
continued to pulse around my spewing cock.
When my body fell away from Coleen's, two men who had been
watching immediately took possession of her still trembling body
and took her into one of the other vacant bedrooms. I ended up
alone listening as the bedsprings began squeaking again. A few
minutes later, my wife was again grunting as her lover fucked her
for the second time.
After a half hour or so, the bedroom door opened and the man
who had been screwing my wife came out. He nodded to me and
said, "She's really hot. You should try her out." After that,
he went back into the den area.
When I looked into the bedroom, I saw Paula lying on her back
across the bed. Her tits and belly were spotted with large blobs
of semen. Several smaller blobs covered her mound. She was
cupping her tits and licking off some the guy's load from their
surface.
As I watched two other men entered, and seeing me, said, "Oh...
sorry. We thought she was alone. Let us know when you've
finished fucking her. Marv told us that she was really hot."
"I was just checking her out," said smiling. "Go ahead. I'm
in no hurry."
"Hey! Great! Thanks," the second man said as they hurried to
join Paula on the bed. One of the men laid down on his back and
said something to my wife. She nodded and mounted his body with
her back toward his face. Planting her feet outside his hips,
she raised her ass off his groin so he had room to align his cock
with her asshole. Once he was in position, she gradually lowered
herself until the cock was pressed against her opening. The
second guy put his hands on Paula's hips and pushed her down
impaling her ass on the big sex spike.
"UUnngghh... big... you're big, Honey... stretching me....
uuummmmmm!"
Holding her hips for leverage, the man began fucking my wife's
ass with hard strokes that drove his cock all the way in to his
balls. She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms, and
began helping the guy fuck her ass by raising and lowering her
hips on his rigid prick.
The position completely exposed her gaping cunt hole. The
second man got in position between her wide open legs, rose up
over her, and nailed his cock into her inviting cunt. The two
men fucked her... front and back... with steady hard thrusts.
The bedsprings were again protesting loudly.
I watched for ten minutes or so and then decided to head back
to the den. I wasn't halfway there when I heard my wife
screaming in orgasm. Her screams were quickly followed by the
much deeper masculine grunts of both men as they unloaded inside
my wife's holes.
The party continued until somewhat after 10 PM, but I didn't
catch sight of my wife again until around 8 PM. She was again
dressed in her short, yellow dress and heels. I was virtually
certain that her yellow panties had long since vanished into some
man's pocket as a souvenir.
For the rest of the evening, Paula and the other women walked
around the house nearly naked. Naturally, I kept my eyes on my
wife. As she passed, one or two of the men would occasionally
engage her in conversation that always involved them stroking and
caressing her body with their hands under her dress. Sometimes
they wanted more, and no one was bothering any longer to take the
time to retire to the privacy of one of the bedrooms.
A little after 10 PM, Santini announced that it was time for us
to head back to Vegas as it was almost a two-hour drive. Clint
rounded up his wife, and I went looking for Paula. I found her
in the study with a young stud who had her on her hands and knees
obviously preparing to fuck her.
"Santini says we have to leave, Honey." She just moaned as the
man rubbed his hand back and forth between her legs.
"Come on, Man. She's got me so damn hard it hurts. Five
minutes... I promise... no more."
Santini walked up, obviously waiting to leave. "He wants five
more minutes with Paula," I told him.
Santini looked at the guy's rock-hard penis, nodded, and said,
"Five minutes... no more. If you aren't finished, you'll have to
jack off. Five minutes... starting now."
He nodded his understanding and quickly pulled my wife's hands
backward until they rested on her buttocks. "Spread your ass,
Honey. Hurry!"
He watched with obvious satisfaction as she pulled her cheeks
wide open exposing her stretched hole. His cock was now leaking
precum and jerking in anticipation. "Keep it open, Honey."
Paula lowered her head to the seat of the couch and used both
hands to keep her buttocks open. The guy pressed his cock
against her anus and pushed. There was virtually no resistance
from her gaping hole. The big cock cap disappeared inside her
ass immediately. Once seated inside my wife's ass, the man's
next thrust sent his entire length racing down her colon until
his balls banged against her cunt.
Her hands fell away from her buttocks and pressed against the
couch seat where they repeatedly forced her hips backwards onto
his cock every time it was driven back into her hole. The two of
them worked together in a steady rhythm to give my wife's ass a
hard, deep, thorough fucking. Finally, Paula gave a shrill
squeal and then shook in climax as the man slammed his meat all
the way into her one last time. He held it there, his buttocks
clenching as he ejaculated several times into her ass.
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Both women were tired, but neither Santini nor I cared. We had
a long, boring drive ahead of us, and Santini fully intended to
spend the time fucking my wife. I had the same intentions with
respect to Coleen. Clint was no problem. He already had his
cock out jacking off as he watched me caressing and finger
fucking his wife. Occasionally, he turned his head and watching
Santini working on my wife, but he clearly got off a lot more
watching someone with his wife.
We spent nearly a half hour caressing the women with our hands
and tongues until they were both writhing and twisting in a
sexual frenzy in spite of their tired bodies. After another 10
minutes of tongues on their convulsing clits and fingers stroking
their engorged G-spots, both women were pleading with us to fuck
them.
"I think they're ready," Santini commented.
I rubbed Coleen's clit and G-spot at the same time using two
fingers inside her pussy and my thumb on her clitoris. Her mouth
opened wide to emit a series of grunts, her ass arched high off
the seat, hung suspended in the air, as her juices spurted weakly
and ran down her thighs. "I would say you're right. Shall we
fuck them?"
"Splendid idea, Gordon. Between us, I think we have about 17
inches of cock. Should be enough, don't you think?"
"Easily. I suggest we have them mount us reverse cowgirl. I
want to watch your cock fucking Paula's cunt."
"Oh yes. Excellent! And I will enjoy seeing your cock
pleasuring Coleen."
Both women were shaking with excitement as they listened to
Santini and I discussing our fucking plans for them. I turned to
Coleen. "Coleen. MOUNT! NOW! Face Santini so he can see your
cunt taking cock!" She scrambled onto my lap with her bare feet
on my knees, hers steepled high. The position totally exposed
her cunt hole.
"Paula, your husband wants to see your delicious cunt taking
cock. MOUNT! Your cunt facing your husband." She moved onto
his lap with the hard 8-inch phallus sticking straight up between
her thighs, its length pressed against her sex trench. Santini
grasped her legs behind her knees, leaned back, and pulled her
legs high in the air. Her cunt was aimed right at me, concealed
for the moment by the rigid shaft of male flesh against it.
"Lift your ass, Coleen, so I can get into you."
"Oh yes, put it in me! Fuck me!" she moaned.
She lifted her butt up, I swabbed my cock up and down the
length of her sex trench bringing more excited moans from the hot
brunette. Centering it, I push the head into her pussy and said,
"It's in. Fuck on it!" Coleen emitted a high-pitched wail as
the thick organ stretched her open and thudded against her womb.
Both Santini and Paula had their eyes locked on Coleen's cunt
as the cock pried her open and disappeared into her hot hole.
Paula groaned right along with Coleen as it sank into her.
"Isn't that incredibly hot to watch your husband's cock fucking
that hot slut's cunt... making her moan... making her cum?"
"Ooohhhh yesss!"
"Now your husband wants the pleasure of watching your cunt
being stretched open by a thick cock and hearing you moan as it
fucks you, Paula."
"Oh god, yes! Do it! Fuck me now!"
"You put it in. Spread your pussy open while your husband
watches."
I was thrusting in and out of Coleen's vagina as she humped her
ass on me. We both paused to watch Paula fitting Santini's rod
into her open hole.
"AAAAaaahhhh.. gawd! It's in me!" she hissed
At almost the same time, Coleen moaned, "Ooohhh look, Gordon!
Look how Santini's cock is forcing your wife's hole wide open...
LOOK! LOOK! He's shoving it all the way in!"
Both women moaned almost continuously as the thick cocks pumped
their dilated and throbbing pussies. Coleen came twice and I
think Paula did too before we reached the Vegas city limits.
"We're almost back to the hotel, Gordon. I think it's time to
shoot these hot cunts full of cum."
"Absolutely!"
We both began screwing the women with hard, fast, deep strokes.
I came first... grunting like a bull as I shot into Coleen's
waiting pussy. Santini lasted a few minutes longer and then
filled my wife. When she dismounted, her pussy gushed a thick
rope of cum down her thighs.
Both women were led through the lobby of the hotel with several
streams of semen running down their legs.
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Thursday: The Last Day:
Since it was the last day of the convention, Gordon had to be
there for the last session and closing remarks with the entire
National Committee on stage. The final session ended at noon,
and our flight home was scheduled to depart at 3 PM. So we had
ample time but none to spare.
At 7:30, the room phone rang. I knew it was going to be
Santini before I even answered it. It was.
"Good morning, Sexy. You were beyond belief at the party
yesterday. I'll be by your room to pick you up in 10 minutes.
Be ready."
"We're leaving at 3 PM this afternoon. I have to shower, clean
up, and pack our bags."
"I know. I will pick you up in 10 minutes. We will fuck and
then you can pack your bags. At 11 AM, I will again take you to
a room so that I can fuck your delicious body one final time
before you leave. You can shower and bathe when I bring you back
to your hotel room at 11:30 AM. Do not argue. 10 minutes. Be
ready."
I knew I had almost no time to dress, so I just pulled on a
white blouse, a short, black mini-skirt, and slipped my feet into
a pair of strapless pumps with 4-inch heels. I had just finished
putting on my heels when the Santini knocked.
He took one look at me and moaned, "You are magnificent!
Gordon is the luckiest man on earth. If you ever divorce him,
you are to call me immediately... any time... day or night. I
want you! Hurry. Let us not waste time."
"Why not fuck me here? That will be faster," I suggested.
"No. Not here." He consulted his black book once more, and
said, "Room 962. I'm going to fuck you in room 962."
As soon as we were inside 962, Santini got my tits out of my
blouse, pushed me over a table, and flipped up my short skirt.
"Oh Fuck! Fantastic! No panties... just hot, wet, open, and
ready cunt!"
Leaving me with all my clothes still on, he stripped completely
except for his undershirt, and moved behind me. Being fully
clothed while he was almost naked made it incredibly erotic.
For several minutes, he caressed my ass and pussy with his
fingers... finally moving forward to my clit, which he rubbed
expertly until I came. Juices spurted and ran down my thighs.
As soon as I climaxed, Santi moved against my upthrust ass,
fitted his cock into my opening, and drove it in to the hilt. I
was so wet and still somewhat stretched from the party the
previous day, that he entered me easily. Once he was inside my
cunt, he held onto my hips and fucked me like a bitch in heat...
which I was.
"Ooohhhh give it to me, Santi. Fuck me hard. Oh gawd damn...
you really know how to ring my bell, Baby... I'm gonna cum
again... fuck me harder... damn you... fuck me harder!"
He rammed into me like a bull, and my cunt and clit exploded
around his cock. He continued to thrust into me right through my
spasms, his cock thudding with masculine authority against my
womb. I grunted with each stroke... my tits swinging back and
forth.
I came again before his cock detonated inside my pussy sending
thick streams of sperm-loaded spunk into my hole.
He pulled out of me and said, "SUCK! Suck me. I'll get hard
again very quickly. Take it all the way down your throat,
Paula."
I knelt in front of him and guided his big cock into my mouth.
I spent a minute licking and cleaning the cum off with my tongue
and lips and then shoved 7 inches down my throat. He pulled my
head even closer and buried the final inch. Amazingly, it only
took a few minutes to get him rock hard again.
I pulled back and said, "God... what a cock! It's already hard
as stone. How are you going to fuck me this time?"
Santini unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My
blouse was next. In moments, he had it bunched uselessly about
my waist. "On the bed. I haven't fucked you side-saddle yet
with your leg straight up in the air. Get on the bed... on your
side, Paula, and lift your leg high in the air."
I took the position, and Santini got on the bed behind me. I
didn't have my leg high enough, so he used one hand to lift it
straight up into the air. My heel was pointed right at the
ceiling. My cunt gaped open... wet... seeping cum... ready. He
drove his cock into me.
"GGHHAAAAAAAAAAAA.... UUGGHHH... BIG FUCKING COCK! SCREW ME,
LOVER. FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" I howled at the top of my
lungs.
Fifteen minutes later, I had received another royal fucking and
had another cum load up my cunt.
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Santini got me back to my hotel room a little past 9 AM. I
quickly started packing and by 10:00 had all of our bags packed
and ready to transport to the airport. If he was going to pick
me up at 11 AM for more sex, I knew I would never have time to
shower and bathe afterwards, so I took care of that as soon as I
finished packing. I was done by 10:40, so I still had 30 minutes
to find something to wear. Almost every thing had been packed.
All I could find was a white blouse that buttoned down the front,
a pair of black, bikini panties, and my heels. When Santini
arrived promptly at 11 AM, that's what I was wearing.
When he opened the door, his mouth fell open. He recovered
quickly, however, and then stared at me with undisguised lust.
Even though this lusty man had just screwed me twice two hours
previously, he already had my pussy wet. He motioned for me to
follow him. He didn't have to ask me twice.
The elevator was already occupied by two young men when we got
on. My blouse was just barely long enough to cover my panties.
With no bra and my tits bouncing each time I took a step, both
men knew almost immediately that I was naked under my blouse. I
could see their erections growing inside their pants as they
stared at my naked legs and thighs and my barely covered tits.
"She's a hot piece, isn't she?" Santini said to the men in a
calm, matter-of-fact tone. They both nodded enthusiastically.
"Open your blouse, Paula. Show them your incredible tits." My
hands were shaking as I opened the top four buttons and pulled
the blouse aside.
"DAMN! How big are they?"
"She says 36DD... frankly, I think they're more like 38DD."
"They're unbelievably firm... amazing!"
"Yeah... it is. Heft them and you'll see just how firm her
tits are."
When each man captured one of my tits and hefted it, I heard
myself moaning. "What's she wearing below?" one of the men asked
Santini.
"Bend over, Paula, so the gentleman see what you're wearing."
When I bent over, neither man released the tit they were
holding. The only thing that changed was that instead of hefting
my tits, they were now moving them back and forth as they swung
free.
"Jezz! What an ass!"
"Go ahead. Feel it. You might also want to slip your hand
between her thighs and check out how wet her slit is."
I stayed bent over as both men felt my ass and the crotch of my
now soaked panties. Without waiting for an invitation, my
panties were pulled down and two hands explored my cunt and ass
while two more played with my dangling tits. They didn't stop
until the elevator reached the fourth floor.
"Come on, Paula. Put your tits back inside your blouse and
pull up your panties. Hurry up." As we walked down the hallway,
Santini checked his black book, and then opened the door to Room
470.
"Get on the desk, Paula. Open your blouse and spread your
legs." I did it instantly. He stared at my crotch and heaving
tits. "What would have done if I had told those two men to fuck
you?"
My voice was quivering with excitement when I sanswered. "I
would have stayed bent over and spread myself for them. You know
that. I wouldn't have been able to resist. I already felt like
I was about to cum."
Santini wasted no more time in conversation. With one quick
motion, my blouse was lying on he floor. "Take off your
panties," he ordered as he began to strip himself. "Remove your
heels. I want you totally naked for this final fucking."
My excitement continued to mount as I kicked my heels off and
climbed onto the bed. "On your back... legs spread. I'm going
to fuck you missionary the first time. You will wrap your legs
about my body as we fuck."
Santi got on the bed with me. I spread wide, and he moved
between my thighs. Leaning over my body, he drove his hips into
my sex saddle forcing me to spread even wider to accommodate his
body. I felt the big cock moving over my slit... up and down its
length. He teased my erect clit with it for a full minute until
he had me begging him to start fucking me.
It wasn't necessary for me to guide him in. He knew my body
perfectly by this time. One quick adjustment of his hips... one
forceful thrust, and his cock raced into the depths of my cunt
hole and slammed hard against my cervix.
"UUNNGGGHHH!"
Santi fucked me like a man possessed. Again and again, his
rigid organ rammed me... splitting my hole wide... rubbing over
my G-spot... stimulating my engorged clitoris. At first, I had
my ankles locked over his ass, but as he powered his shaft in and
out of my erupting pussy, my ankles unlocked, and my legs shot
out to the sides... rigid... toes curled. I exploded in an
intense orgasm.
As my vagina throbbed around his thick shaft, his hands shoved
beneath my hips. Two fingers penetrated my asshole at the same
time as his steel-hard cock plowed into me. "UGH! UGH! UGH!
Hot fuck bitch. Take it... TAKE IT!" My pussy erupted in
another orgasm as my legs shot straight up into the air where my
feet jerked back and forth in time to his thrusts into me.
Santi's orgasm was powerful. His cock went into a series on
contractions, each one forcing a huge stream of semen and sperm
into my waiting vagina. Again and again, he unloaded his cream
into my depths... spurt after spurt until cum was running out of
the bottom of my cunt and down my ass crack.
When his orgasm finally abated, he stayed on me... and in me.
"Pull your legs back against your tits, Paula. Open your cunt
for me."
A moment later, my knees were just outside my jiggling tits,
and Santi was slowly fucking his thick rod in and out of my
upturned cunt hole... giving me deep, hard, thrusts with his
semi-hard prick.
After five minutes of slow fucking, he was hard again... like
stone. "Ass fucking time, Paula." He withdrew and motioned for
me to stand up. When I did, he pushed my head against the bureau
and said, "Lift your leg. Put your foot up on top of the bureau
and hold your ass cheeks open."
Our last 10 minutes in Room 470 were spent with Santi cock
pounding in and out of my asshole. I had my hand between my
thighs using one finger to stroke his rampant cock, another to
pleasure my cunt hole, and two more to work my clitoris. I came
twice before Santi poured his second load into my dilated ass.
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Plane Trip Home:
At 3:30 PM, Gordon and I were sitting comfortably in the
first-class section chatting.
"He fucked you again this morning while I was at the
convention, didn't he?"
"MMMmmmmmm," I said with a nod of my head.
"Once?"
"No."
"How many times?"
"Twice right after you left, and two more times just before you
returned. He did give me a couple of hours in between fuckings
to pack and shower."
"Randy stud!"
"Yes... very randy. Almost as randy as my husband."
"I want to hear all about it."
"Of course, and I want all the sexy details about the women you
banged at the convention when you told me you working so hard."
"You first."
"No... not now. Let's save it for our getaway this coming
weekend."
"Ok... I can hardly wait."
"You know, there's one thing about Santi that I never could
figure out."
"What's that?"
"Except for one quickie, he would never, ever fuck me in our
hotel room or his private suite. Instead, he would take out this
small black book, check it, and then take me to some room in the
hotel. I kept wondering what was in that book. I guess it was a
listing of which hotel rooms were vacant, but why bother? Why
not just fuck me in our room?"
My husband broke into laughter. When I demanded to know what
in the hell he found so funny, he laughed even harder until tears
were actually rolling down his cheeks.
"If you don't stop laughing and tell me what's so funny, you'll
be sleeping on the couch for a week."
"Bull shit... there's no way you could go for a week without
cock."
"Did I say I was going to go for a week without cock? I said
you would be sleeping on the couch. Now, what's so funny?"
"I thought you knew what Santini's black book was for. When
you told me that you had no idea, it just struck me as hilarious.
He was fucking you all week and you never knew what was
happening."
"Do you know?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"When you off in one of the bedrooms at the party on Wednesday,
I saw Santini looking through that black book. I asked him what
it was, and he told me."
"What is that book? What's in it? Tell me."
"Not until our getaway this weekend, Darling."
"Oh damn you. Please. I've just got to know. I can't stand
having to wait two more days to find out."
"Ok... I'll make you deal. I'll tell you now ahead of time,
but only if you agree to serve as my sex slave for three days."
Now it was my wife's turn to laugh. "Oh horrors! I'll be a
sex slave to my hot husband for three days. There's no telling
how many times he'll fuck me... what sheer torture! Come on, you
hot Stud. Tell me and I'll be your sex slave."
"What a hell of a deal! The black book is Santini Gardello's
record of the women he has fucked in each of the hotel's 1600
rooms. He has notes about what each woman was like, how hot she
was, how many times he fucked her in the room, which of her holes
he used, so on and so forth."
"Oh shit! Really? Well, that doesn't explain why he was
always checking the book before we were even inside one of the
rooms. Why was he doing that?"
"Because, Darling. Santini's objective is fuck a woman in
every single one of the hotel's 1,600 rooms. He doesn't want to
waste a fucking opportunity by using a room where he's already
screwed some woman's cunt or ass. So he was searching among the
rooms that were vacant at the time for one in which he had not
yet fucked anyone. Later on, he fills in all the details about
the woman and how he banged her."
"Are you putting me on? Is that really true?"
"Absolutely true. Santini was simply giving you a very erotic
tour of as many of the hotel's rooms as possible."
"I'm not sure I believe you. You wouldn't hesitate to make up
a tale like this just to have me as your sex slave for three
days, you hot satyr."
"I can prove it. Santini showed me the book. He even pointed
out the entries for Paula Baxter... at least the first ones. Of
course, this was Wednesday night, so I didn't get to see the hot
entries for your escapades this morning."
"That doesn't prove anything."
"How about this then? Santini fucked you the first time on
Monday in Room 1106. Later that afternoon, he had you in Room
972. On Tuesday, you were getting laid in 862 in the morning and
in Room 1015 that afternoon."
My wife was silent for awhile and then she sort of moaned, "Oh
my god! Oh my god!" Silence for a bit, and then, "How many of
the rooms has he used so far? Or do you know?"
"I know as of Wednesday night and since you told me that he
fucked you twice today, I can just add two more rooms and get the
current total... that is, I can get the current total unless he's
already got his cock buried in some other cunt right now."
"How many?" my wife whispered.
"Out of the 1600 rooms, Santini has ... has... eh... has
"deflowered", I guess we might say, 763 rooms in the four years
he's been the Director of Entertainment and Services at the
hotel. Thanks to you, that number is up from 757 when we arrived
on Sunday."
"Did you get to read any of the entries he made for me?"
"Of course. All of them. I even took photos of those pages
with my cell phone camera."
"Show me."
"No. Maybe later."
"Please... I need to know! Please."
"Five days as my sex slave instead of three."
"Anything... just show me the photos."
"I'll show you the photos I took of the first entry... the one
for Room 1106 on Monday morning." I took out the enlargement I
had made using the computer facilities in the hotel. When my
wife started reading it, her hand thrust between her thighs and
began slow, sensuous motions. I saw the stewardess two rows in
front of us watching Paula as she rubbed her pussy.
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Room 1106: Monday, August 23, 9 AM, Paula Baxter:
Blonde, 28 years old, huge 36DD tits, fantastically firm.
Married, dynamite body. Hottest fuck I've ever had. Insatiable
and totally uninhibited, oozes sex. Two photos below.
Took her to my private spa, got her naked, and had her suck me
off before we went to Room 1106. Went down her. Made her cum
three times. She squirted twice, like a cannon when I did her
G-spot and clit with my fingers. Fucked her twice. She came
four more times. Shot my load up her cunt. She was lying naked
in the middle of the bed when I left her.
Fucking Scale Rating: 10... easily. I intend to fuck her all
this week while her husband is at the convention.
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The two photographs of Paula were at the bottom of the page.
The first showed her lying on a table in the process of taking
off her panties. Her legs were straight up in the air exposing
her ass with her cunt slit peeking from between her raised
thighs. In the second photo, she was lying on a bed wearing dark
stockings with her legs wide open, her fingers spreading her cunt
hole. This photo was taken very close to her gaping pussy.
"My god. Are they all this detailed and explicit?"
"No. Some of them are much longer and much more detailed.
Santini devotes more space to you than to any of his numerous
other conquests. He's obviously wild about you."
"Oohhh," my wife moaned softly, her hand, which had been
steadily moving between her thighs ever since she started reading
what Santini had said about her performance in Room 1106, began
to move even faster. I saw the stewardess moving closer...
watching.
"Stop masturbating, you hot Slut," I whispered in her ear.
"I can't. I'm too hot."
"I have a new project... fucking a woman in every restroom on
every American Airlines plane. I'd like to get started on this
project as soon as possible. Come on, Slut. I need to put the
first entry in my restroom fuck book."
I led my wife to the first-class restroom and pushed her inside
ahead of me. The Stewardess was now standing a few feet away
grinning at me. She stepped closer and whispered, "There's still
two hours to go in this flight and there's another restroom down
the other aisle. Let me know if you'd like me to help you put a
second entry in your book."
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