Message-ID: <21060asstr$942415800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: okiquit@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} Two in Vegas -- Part 2/2 (Slow, FF) X-Post-Date: Fri, 08 Oct 1999 12:56:22 GMT Lines: 581 X-Original-Message-ID: <7tkplh$grp$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -24 Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 09:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Two in Vegas -- Part 2/2 (Slow, FF) WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in any way. I encourage comments and criticism to OKIquit@hotmail.com -- Chaz ---------- Two in Vegas by Chaz Thain okiquit@hotmail.com We filed into a huge, sumptuously decorated living room and met Mr. Karasatos. He was short, mostly bald and deeply tanned with strong features. He wore a loose shirt that looked like nubby silk, beautifully tailored slacks and no shoes. He gave a small smile when he introduced himself to each of us and shook hands. His hands felt strong and dry. He led us to the far end of the room where there was a round bed covered with a gleaming white satin sheet. There was no top sheet or bedspread, but a half-dozen satin-cased pillows were scattered around. The bed was brightly lit while the rest of the room was half in shadow. Just beyond the bed, two steps led up to a raised area where two comfortable, high-backed chairs sat side-by-side. “Now, ladies,” he said, turning to face us (his accent sounded faintly British). “You are all very beautiful and I am so pleased with Jennifer for bringing you here.” He did sound sincerely pleased, and very charming. “I have a plan for this evening. If you follow my plan, there will be some surprises for you, but I know we will all enjoy ourselves. And I know you will be perfectly satisfied with the envelope you receive when you leave.” Mr. Karasatos paused and looked at us closely, one by one. I dropped my eyes when his gaze got to me. I had the feeling his plan would not follow Jennifer’s standard scenario, and that made me nervous. But Jodi didn’t budge so I stayed put, too. We had naturally lined up next to our partners facing the gleaming white bed. “Would all the young gentlemen please take a step forward, then turn and face your partner? Mr. Karasatos asked. Young gentlemen! I thought, surprised. What young gentlemen? Then I felt like such a dunce when Jodi and the other two girls who were dressed “boy” stepped forward and turned to face us who were dressed “girl.” Jodi smiled at me and I felt myself blushing. I have fair skin that turns rosy red when I blush. And knowing it’s so obvious makes me blush even more. I could feel the warm tingle rising in my face. I was so preoccupied that I missed the next thing Mr. Karasatos said, but suddenly Jodi was gone and her place was taken by another of the girls dressed “boy.” Confused, I looked and found Jodi was now standing facing the girl to my left. “I realize that changing partners will add an element of the unknown,” Mr. Karasatos continued. “But I hope to make tonight’s celebration more spontaneous. My wife loves improvisation.” Wife? I thought. What wife? Puzzled, I glanced at the “boy” who was my new partner and found her staring at me boldly, a hard little smile on her lips. She stepped in line beside me and I realized that I would have to perform on the white satin bed with her, not Jodi. I felt a sudden hollow feeling in my stomach. My new partner was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, with clunky black boots on her feet. A baseball cap was tipped onto the back of her head. Her blonde hair was cut much shorter than Jodi’s and her substantial breasts were flattened by a sports bra at least a size too small. She had a very attractive face, not a bit masculine, and looked a couple of years older than me. Her arms and shoulders looked strong and smooth, like a swimmer. I smiled at her and she returned a slight smile. That’s when I noticed two more women entering the room from a side door. The one in front was not only nude but hairless from head to foot! Not even eyebrows. She was the strangest looking girl! No taller than five feet, she was straight, slender and pale, with a beautiful face that reminded me somehow of elves and fairies. Her eyes slanted up at the corners, cat-like, and her mouth looked at thepoint of smiling. She was nearly flat, but large, dark nipples stood out high on her chest. The bare mound where her legs joined was divided by a delicate slit. She seemed young, but I couldn’t tell her age. I was still gawking at the hairless girl when the woman behind her caught my eye. Nearly six feet tall, she was dressed in a white silk nightgown with a wide lace hem that flowed around her ankles and along the carpet behind her. A loose coat of matching white silk hung from her shoulders to her hips. Her light olive complexion was complemented by a thick, springy mane of black hair that spread over her broad shoulders. More handsome than pretty, her thick eyebrows, straight nose and strong chin, gave her the look of a Greek goddess. The girl stopped beside the chairs on the upper level, but the woman walked down the steps to stand beside Mr. Karasatos. “Here they are, Catherine, aren’t they beautiful,” he said. Her eyes swept down the line, lingering briefly on our faces. She turned and smiled at him. “They ARE beautiful, sweetheart. Have you explained things?” He nodded. “Then let’s begin.” Mr. Karasatos led his wife up to the chairs where they both turned and sat. The strange hairless girl sat on the top step between them, her legs held modestly together. When she turned slightly to look up at Mrs. Karasatos I could see she wasn’t completely hairless after all. She wore a short ruff of dark hair beginning at the top of her neck and covering the rounded back of her head. “Let’s start with this couple,” Mrs. Karasatos said, pointing to Jodi and a petite redhead with pouty lips standing beside her. “Clare will show the rest of you where to wait.” Clare the hairless girl stood and walked toward us, smiling slightly. She made a gesture for us to follow her. I gave a last glance at Jodi, but she was looking at Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos. Clare led the four of us into a short hallway with doors on both sides. She motioned my partner and I towards one door and the other couple towards the other. “Relax, have a drink if you like, but don’t get drunk,” she said in a soft voice. “And no smoking, please.” When the door closed behind her, I looked around. We were in a beautifully furnished, but otherwise normal hotel room with a king-size bed. I sat in one of the chairs and an uncomfortable silence fell. The girl in black prowled around, flipping the lights on in the bathroom, glancing at me occasionally. I watched her in my peripheral vision. She was as tall as Jodi, but she looked solid, like an athlete. Her hair was sort of dirty blonde, buzzed short on the sides and back. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. I got up and headed for the mini-bar. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Do you want a drink?” She smiled and sat on the bed. “Dannie, short for Danielle. Yeah, bring me a beer. Anything domestic.” I handed her a can of Michelob and sat back in the chair. She popped the top and sipped from her beer. “Aren’t you drinking?” “No, I’m too nervous. My stomach is a big knot.” We fell silent and several minutes passed. “You’re straight, aren’t you?” she asked suddenly. She was looking straight at me. For some reason I couldn’t meet her gaze. “Yes ... you?” “Bi,” she declared, “but I like girls better.” I didn’t say anything. She got up and paced the length of the room. Turning she walked back to me and stood in front of my chair. I looked down at her boots and her legs in those tight, black jeans. She didn’t seem to be wearing a dildo. Suddenly her fingers brushed my cheek. Surprised, I turned my face down and away. Dannie chuckled. “Don’t you like it?” she asked huskily. I couldn’t look at her. My mouth was dry. She reached down and lightly stroked my left breast through my dress and bra. I jerked away. “Your nips are hard,” she whispered. “I can see them through your bra.” I wanted her to leave me alone. I wondered about Jodi. I wondered if she was naked on the white satin bed, kneeling behind the petite redheaded girl with the pouty lips. For a second I wondered if the redhead’s pussy lips were pouty, too, then I pushed the thought from my mind. It didn’t mean anything. Dannie tried to touch my breast again, but I blocked her by hunching over. She hissed with anger and stepped back. She sat on the bed and leaned towards me. “You think you’re special because you’re so pretty,” she snarled. “I bet guys have been sniffing after you for years. One way or another I’m going fuck you tonight,” she paused and in a softer voice said, “We could get to know each other ... have a little fun.” I didn’t answer or look up. The silence seemed to last a long time. “Typical fucking straight,” Dannie growled. “Too uptight to try something new, but not too uptight to fuck another girl for money!” I ignored her, knowing she was wrong. The silence stretched out again. I could feel her eyes boring into me. “Fake lesbians putting on a fake show for the paying customers,” she said bitterly. “I’ll bet you and your cookie don’t even eat each other. Or is she a closet dyke? ... I’ll bet she is ... She use a strap-on? ... She probably likes to pretend she’s got a dick! You make me hurl!” I could feel my face burning during Dannie’s tirade. Finally she flopped back on the bed and was silent. I started to relax, and slowly began to feel better. Time passed and I started to get tense again. Soon it would be me on the white satin bed. With Dannie. “I’m sorry you don’t like me,” I whispered. There was no answer. We waited again in silence. Finally there was a soft knock and Clare opened the door. Her smooth, bare skin gleamed in the dimly lit hall. “Please come with me,” she said smiling. Following her down the hall towards the huge living room, it suddenly it occurred to me that the single patch of hair on the back of her head was the perfect size and length to be grabbed ... like a handle. A hand gripping that hair would be able to guide her head in any direction ... and her mouth. I pushed the thought from my head. There was no sign of Jodi and the little redhead, but Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos still sat in the two big chairs. He looked just the same, but her nightgown hung open down the front. I caught a flash of one breast as she turned towards us. Her large, dark eyes gleamed in the dim light and she smiled. “Welcome,” she said, sipping a pale liquid from a wineglass. “The evening has begun well and now it’s your turn to enjoy ... and be enjoyed ... “You may begin.” A sudden shove from behind sent me sprawling onto the big round bed. Dannie’s knee was in my back and she was taking -- no ripping -- my light dress off. Tug, rip, tug and my back was exposed ... a deft twist and my bra was undone. Hands dug up under my skirt. Automatically I tried to close my legs, but Dannie’s knee forced them apart and then my panties were gone, pulled roughly down my legs. Grabbing an arm, she flipped me over and straddled me. She was staring down, still fully clothed. Rip, tug, rip and the top of my dress was in shreds. I tried to hold my bra over my breasts, but she pulled it roughly out of my hands and tossed it away. I looked up to see a grim smile on her face. “Your ass is MINE, little cookie!” she hissed. Dannie raised herself up and a few more rips left me naked under her. Scraps of my dress littered the bed. She reached for my breasts and I tried to grab her hands. She slapped me one hard stinging time that left my head ringing. Determined not to cry, I lay motionless while her hands roamed over me for several minutes ... squeezing, pinching, stroking. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and pulled it over her head. The sports bra came off next and her large breasts swung free. She leaned forward, the rough cloth of her jeans digging into my belly. I turned my face away. “You’re gonna suck tit, my little friend!” and when I shook my head, ‘No,’ she took my left nipple in a fierce grip. “Suck mine or lose yours!” The next moment Dannie pressed a nipple against my lips. I closed my eyes, reluctantly opened my mouth and began to suckle. I suspected she would carry out her threat if I resisted. For a second I considered biting her nipple off, but I was afraid. Her nipple began to get hard as I sucked. Above me she gave a harsh moan, and she pressed her breast down harder. “That’s it,” she said in a harsh whisper. “Mmmmm. Uuuuunh, That’s it. That's great!” I fell into it gradually. A Dannie moaning in pleasure wasn’t likely to hit me. I began working on her nipple, first sucking softly, then hard, then flicking it with my tongue the way I liked. She was almost purring with arousal. After awhile Dannie pulled her nipple out of my mouth with tiny pop and I opened my eyes. She smiled down at me almost softly, replacing her hard, wet nipple with her soft, dry one. I closed my eyes and began nursing again. She pressed her breast against my willing mouth, gave a small gasp and began again to moan her arousal. “That’s soooo good,” she whispered. “Mmmmmm-unh!” I sucked her for a long time, concentrating my mouth and tongue on her long, stiff nipple and her aureola. I began feeling a little warm, too. Then Dannie pulled away and flopped on her back beside me. I looked and she was pushing her jeans down her muscular legs. She wore no panties and her pussy was completely bare. Unlike Clare’s discreet little slit, Dannie’s pussy was gaping wetly open, her inner lips exposed, swollen, dark and wet. In seconds she was kneeling over me again. She straddled my right leg and lowered her naked pussy onto my thigh. Dannie drove her weight down, rubbing her wet sex against me. Then she began a rhythm, first grinding her pussy against my leg then lifting up briefly before grinding down again. Her breathing rapidly began to grow deep and hard, with occasional sharp gasps. Her eyes were closed to slits and her face twisted with pleasure. Dannie’s right leg was between mine, rubbing into my crotch as she humped me. Her large breasts swayed heavily above me, just out of reach. Warmth spread slowly from my pussy throughout my body, but she wasn’t trying to get me off. She was building quickly towards her own climax and my arousal was just a side effect. My whole thigh was wet with her juice. “AAAAgghh!” she gave a brief shout, then Dannie was flat on top of me. Her arms held me, giving leverage as she doubled the speed of her humping. Then she was cumming, a good hard cum, humping my leg as fast as she could, moaning and crying out with her face buried against my bare breasts. “Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-Ungh-Ungh-UNgh-UNgh-UNGH!-UNGH!-UNGH! Oh fuck me you CUNT, oh FUCK! oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!” she cried. Her orgasm slowly faded and Dannie lay there for several minutes, collapsed on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking together, her quick breath tickling my chest. Strangely, it made me feel good that she had cum, that I had given her a good cum. After awhile, Clare appeared and knelt on the round bed beside us. She tapped Dannie on the arm. “Thank you. You can go now.” Dannie lifted herself up, glancing at me briefly with no expression. She hopped off the bed and started pulling on her clothes. I began to sit up, hoping something remained of my dress, but Clare stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her and she was looking back with a slight, sweet smile. “Please stay for awhile,” she said. I laid there with Clare kneeling beside me, not knowing what else to do. She handed Dannie an envelop and watched her walk towards the door. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos -- two dim figures sitting motionless in their chairs. The big door thumped closed behind Dannie. “That didn’t look very pleasant for you,” Clare said softly. Her hairless head was backlit by the lights and it was hard to see her face. “Mrs. Karasatos has asked me to finish what your partner began.” Before I could decide what she meant, Clare moved down, gently pressed my knees apart with her small hands and leaned down to place her open mouth on my pussy. Her tongue found my clit and a jet of pleasure shot from my throbbing clit up my spine to explode in my head. My head slammed back on the bed and I heard myself moan. I had never experienced oral sex, but in three seconds I knew I LOVED being licked! I looked down to see Clare’s straight little nose burrowing into my hairy mound. Her unseen mouth was busy with my slit, but her eyes looked up at me, smiling. She took my swollen clit between her lips and sucked gently. Another electric shock zoomed up my spine to my brain then ricocheted down to my stiffening nipples. Clare wasted no time. Her tongue moved quickly, licking my clit a couple of times then wiggling its way down my slit to my dripping vagina. She rimmed my opening, shot her tongue deep inside me then started the process again. I was in heaven. But suddenly I felt guilty. I don’t know how I found the strength, but I reached down and gently lifted Clare’s face from between my legs. “My God, that’s wonderful,” I panted. “But you don’t have to do this for me.” She smiled, running her pink tongue around her glistening lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she said softly. “This is what I like. This is what I do,” and she lowered her face again to my pussy. I gave in to the rising waves of pleasure. Soon I was emitting steady groans as a powerful pressure built inside me. Clare’s mouth was completely devoted to my pussy, licking, sucking and probing deeply. A couple of times she seemed to suck directly at the juices I knew were flowing out of my opening. I felt more than heard her own excited moans. Eventually the tension grew until my stomach muscles were hard as a board and my hips began involuntarily humping upwards against Clare’s loving mouth. My pussy spasmed, my body felt on fire and my rock-hard nipples begged for attention. I grabbed them and tugged cruelly, somehow bringing relief. Then I was over the top, cumming hard, my lower body convulsing as Clare clung to my hips. Her mouth continued its relentless assault, her tongue flicking my clit. “AAAAAAAAAEEeeeeeeeeeeee!” I screamed without caring who heard me. “OH! ... OH! ... OH! ... OH! ... OH Nooooooooo!” Clare put her lips around my clit and began a gentle, insistent sucking that seemed to prolong my cum without end. “Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-Unh! OH! OHHHHHHHHHH!” I came and came and came until finally I could stand no more and pushed Clare’s head away. Cupping a hand over my too-sensitive pussy, I closed my legs and rolled to one side, shaking with exhaustion. Tears slid down my face. Clare spooned herself behind and put her arms around me. She held me and murmured soft, reassuring words that I barely heard. I don’t know how long we laid there together, but I finally stirred and sat up. Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos were gone. Clare smiled. “That was a beautiful climax,” she said. “I loved watching you.” “That was the most incredible cum I’ve ever had,” I said. “Thank you so much!” “No, I should thank you. You really taste very sweet ... and so sensitive. I thought you would cum forever.” I blushed, suddenly a little shocked at having such a profound experience with a stranger. Clare must have sensed some of what I was feeling. She picked up my hand and smiled reassuringly. “What happened to your bosses,” I said, waving at the empty chairs. “They liked watching you and Dannie, but they REALLY liked watching us. They’ve gone off to make love,” she said dreamily. “Soon they’ll send for me.” She licked her lips, “There’ll be some lovely leftovers.” I must have gotten a funny look on my face, because Clare looked and me and gave a long, delighted giggle. Clare picked up a nearby phone and astonished me by ordering -- long after midnight -- a complete new outfit for me. She ordered a dress, underwear, accessories and shoes -- specifying coolor, style and fabric. She estimated all my sizes perfectly except for my shoe size, and paid extra to have everything delivered to the suite immediately. Then she took me to a nearby bathroom and helped me get showered and dressed. The dress alone was more than $500. Finally leading me towards the door, Clare pressed two envelopes into my hand, kissed me lightly on the lips and told me their driver would take me home. My purse was still sitting in the entry hall, along with a uniformed limo driver. He drove me back to the apartment as I stared through the smoked glass windows of the limo at the lights of the Strip. At home Jodi was pacing anxiously up and down in her robe, her wet hair up in a towel. “Thank God you’re home,” she blurted as I walked in the door. Then she stopped short. “Where did you get that dress?” She looked down. “And a new purse and shoes, too?” “I’ll tell you later,” I said, heading for the bathroom. “Right now I need to change.” Ten minutes later I came out of the bathroom in my robe, brushing my hair. Jodi was lying on her bed watching me. “How did it go?” she asked. “They said not to wait for you.” “It was okay,” I said, “kinda weird ... some good, some not so good.” She was watching my face closely. I put down my brush and sat beside her on the bed. “I did decide a couple of things tonight,” I said after a pause. “What’s that?” “First ... I want us to leave Vegas.” “Oh!” Jodi’s face registered surprise, but no strong opposition. She looked up at me. “And ... I decided I want to do this,” I said. I leaned down and kissed Jodi, pressing hard from the very first and pushing my tongue between her startled lips. It only took her a second to recover and we were kissing passionately, our tongues wrestling deep in her mouth, then deep in mine. It was a series of kisses, really. First I was kissing her, then she was kissing me. My kisses, I know, were forceful, almost bruising, full of pent-up want. I wanted to tell Jodi so much with those kisses. Finally, we broke apart breathlessly, looking in each other’s bemused faces. “I’m so glad you finally decided to meet me halfway,” Jodi said with a smile. I laughed. “Oh, I’m going to meet you more than halfway!” I said, pushing her gently back on the bed. I tugged loose the knot of Jodi’s robe. She watched wide-eyed as I spread her robe open, her small round breasts waiting, her pubes glistening. I pulled one of her legs wide and leaned quickly forward. Mimicking Clare, I put my mouth on Jodi’s pussy and darted my tongue down to find her little pearl. I knew just where to look, and I heard Jodi gasp. Then she gave a low, crooning moan. I circled her clit with my tongue-tip, wetting it, brushing it slightly. She pressed her hips slowly up and opened her legs, offering herself. I pressed my tongue-tip down her slit, then slowly licked back up to her clit. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pressing my face against her. I was glad to cooperate. I closed my mouth over her pussy and began licking in earnest, flicking lightly over her clit half-a-dozen times, then pursing my lips to suck gently. Then again. And again. Jodi cried out something that could have been, “NO!” but her hands still pressed my face into her. I licked and licked, loving her smell, the slightly tangy taste of her liquid center and the insistent thrusting of her hips. I settled down to short, steady licks across her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hips still thrust up against my mouth, but my hands could feel the tension growing in her belly muscles. I wanted to make Jodi cum as badly as I ever wanted anything. I wanted this cum to be ours ... mine and Jodi’s. I was lost in the smell and taste and wet softness of her in my mouth, and the sound of her gasping that turned into “unh-unh-unh-unh-Unh-Unh-UNh!-UNh!-UNH!-UNH!-UNH!UNH!UNH!UNH!UNH! And her moans merged into one long, deep cry from her soul. “BETH!” Jodi shouted, “BETH! BETH! BETH! Ohhhhh! EAT ME! EAT MY PUSSY! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON’T STOP EATING ME! DON’T STOP!” And her hips were thrusting up against my mouth and her hands gripped my hair, pressing my face into her wonderful, hot, wet crotch. I maneuvered one hand briefly, then pushed two fingers up her pussy. Jodi’s lower body convulsed anew when she felt the penetration, and I felt her heels beat briefly on my back as her climax continued. “FUCK ME BETH! OH DO IT! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME SO HARD!” So I did, thrusting my fingers inside her again and again, and licking and licking until minutes later when she finally fell quiet and limp underneath me and the only sound was her ragged breathing. I laid there for awhile, my cheek against her tangled wet muff. My fingers slid out of her clasping warmth. I sat up and looked at my beautiful friend spread out beneath me, her legs wide, skin and hair glistening wet everywhere I looked. Her little pink nipples atop her small, round breasts looked painfully erect. I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and smelled her, then put them in my mouth and tasted her. Then I watched her lie there for a long time. Finally she raised her head and our eyes met. “That was incredible,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling. “Thank you ... THANK you!” “Don’t thank me yet,” I said with my own smile. “Because we’re just getting started.” I stood up, untied my robe and let it drop from my shoulders to the floor. Jodi’s eyes were instantly drawn down to where the big, flesh-colored dildo hung heavily in its harness, swaying slightly when I moved. Jodi made a little choking sound in her throat. “Oh baby!” she whispered, wide-eyed. I knelt between her legs, looking at her beautiful, round little breasts topped with stiff pink nipples. The swollen lips of her sweet pussy were just visible in the thick hair where her long legs joined her hips. Leaning down I pressed her pussy open with one hand and positioned the head of the dildo at her entrance with the other. Jodi tilted her hips to meet the coming thrust and looked up at my face. “Are you sure?” she asked. For an answer I leaned forward and my weight pressed my cock slowly and steadily between her widespread legs. Jodi gasped, spread her legs wide and thrust upward with her hips. In less than a minute I was buried in her, our pussy hair mingling, my breasts flattened on hers. “I’m sure,” I said, and began to fuck her gently, and with love. ---------- WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they livee. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in any way. I encourage comments and criticism to OKIquit@hotmail.com -- Chaz Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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