"The Slut"
Well, this was a first for me. My neighbor, Beverly Johnson, had
talked me into a 10 day vacation in Las Vegas without our
spouses. I was reluctant to even bring it up to my husband Bill
since we've never went on a vacation apart in our 10 year
marriage. I didn't think he would be very receptive to the idea.
I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't object and more amazed
when he suggested it may help our marriage. Not that anything was
wrong in our relationship but, in 10 years, we had never missed
each other because we had never been apart.
Beverly and Bob, our best friends, were in a similar situation of
sorts. They were together even more than Bill and I. They owned a
small business and worked together every day. She jokingly
suggested to her husband that if she didn't get away from him for
a week she was going to kill him.
So it was all set. We were going to drive to Vegas, leaving on a
Friday afternoon and not returning until the following weekend.
Nine days to play is the way Beverly put it.
Beverly even went shopping one whole day just to buy a wardrobe
of clothes to wear in Vegas. She tried to talk me into doing the
same but I thought it was a waste of money. I had plenty of
clothes and, unlike Beverly, I dress pretty conservative. I
didn't think I would look any more glamorous in new clothes as
she had suggested.
Anyway, the drive to Vegas was pleasant. We talked about
everything under the sun and it was relaxing just to be with her.
I had never been to Vegas and the lights amazed me. I never saw
such an array of night time color in my life. I felt the
excitement as we drove down the famous strip to the hotel where
we had reservations.
When we arrived at our room I thought a mistake had been made. It
was a beautiful, large suite! Beverly assured me this was what
she had reserved. She said we needed to spoil ourselves once in a
while.
We didn't even unpack our bags. It was 10 pm but, unlike our home
town, no one sleeps in Vegas. Or at least not all at the same
time. We immediately went downstairs to the Casino and started
playing the slot machines. It was something new for me but I
quickly got the hang of it.
The waitress continued bringing us free drinks and by 4am we were
close to drunk. We were also dead tired. By 4:30 we were sound
asleep.
Get up sleepy head," I heard someone say. "It's time to get out
of this room and party."
"Good god Beverly. What time is it?" I murmured.
"It's 10am, she answered. "Time to get up and out of here."
As I rolled out of bed my head was splitting. I wasn't much of a
drinker but the drinks the night before seemed to go down like
water. Now I had huge hangover.
"I'm sick," I said to Bev. "I can't go anywhere."
"You're not sick," she said. "I've got just what you need to get
you going."
She handed me a large glass of what appeared to be tomato juice.
My mouth was extremely dry and my body felt dehydrated. Something
cold and wet was appealing. I took several big gulps before I
realized it was laced with booze.
"That's a Bloody Mary," Bev exclaimed. "The Hair of the Dog as
Bob calls it. It should give your body some equilibrium." She
laughed at her statement because she knew she didn't know what
the hell she was talking about.
Surprisingly it did make me feel better. Bev had ordered a whole
pitcher of the drink and I had another as I showered, dressed,
preparing for a day on the town.
Was I ever surprised when I walked out of the bathroom. There
stood Bev, fully dressed, or sort of dressed, because the skimpy
outfit she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination.
"Jesus," I blurted out. "Are you going out in public dressed like
that?"
"Like what?" she asked mockingly. "You're the one that's going to
be different from everyone else. With a body like yours it's a
sin for you to cover it up the way you're dressed. You look like
the preacher's wife for christ sakes. I told you you should have
bought some new clothes for this trip."
I felt a little hurt by her remarks but shrugged it off. I just
knew she would feel out of place in the clothes she was wearing.
She looked positively slutty. I had to concede one thing. She had
the body to wear those kind of clothes.
Since we, or Bev mostly, had made such a point about clothes I
was especially conscious of what everyone in the casino was
wearing as we walked through towards the outdoors. I was
beginning to think she was right. Not everyone was dressed like
her but everyone that had any kind of body was dressed pretty
skimpy. And, amazingly, they all appeared to be comfortable with
it. Now she had me thinking I was an overdressed fuddy-duddy.
We caught a cab to go downtown to a restaurant someone had
suggested to us. And, believe it or not, we were drinking more
Bloody Marys with our brunch! For feeling so lousy and hour ago
I now felt great.
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Well, I guess wonders will never cease. After an afternoon of
Bloody Marys, a shopping trip for clothes for me that Bev talked
me into, here I stand in the most revealing clothes I ever wore
in my life. My husband would be utterly amazed if he saw me now.
Surprisingly, I felt comfortable in them. I didn't think,
however, I would feel comfortable wearing them around other
people. I took comfort in the fact that no one I knew would see
me.
Bev came out of the bathroom. "Now that's a real outfit your
wearing," she said gushingly. "You look like the sexy bitch I
knew was hiding under those old clothes of yours. You're going to
turn some heads tonight bitch. Now doesn't it feel good to let go
and feel a little slutty?"
I wanted to tell her she was right, it did feel good, but I said
nothing. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of admitting
I might have been, oh hell, no might about it, I was wrong.
We had tickets to a Wayne Newton show starting in half an hour. I
didn't like Wayne Newton but it's sort of like the thing to do
when you go to Vegas.
Surprisingly, the show was good and we both enjoyed it.
Afterwards we went to the bar for a drink. Several drunks, no not
several, a lot of drunks put the hit on us and I was never so
glad to be with Bev. She was extremely adept at putting them off
and I felt myself feeling safe with her. I thought that was
weird, feeling safe with another woman, the way I usually felt
only with my husband.
I heard Bev asking the bartender about places for us to go to
have a good time. A band was playing so I couldn't hear most of
the conversation. It didn't matter. Our newly evolving, unnatural
relationship, would dictate her handling our agenda and I would
follow along. I was aware of this phenomenon and I could even
pinpoint where it started. When she picked out and approved every
piece of clothing I bought today, right down to the panties I was
wearing. And the first time, tonight, I ever appeared in public
without a bra, a point she was so adamant about. I shrugged all
of this off because I felt comfortable with her and I liked
feeling safe and comfortable.
"Let's go," she ordered. "Bartender gave me a couple of tips.
Were going to really make a night of it. Are you up for it?"
"Sure," I said. "Lead on."
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"Where are we going Bev?" I asked as the cab sped down the strip
away from the bright lights.
"Somewhere I've always wanted to go but never had the
opportunity," she said whimsically. "You'll see when we get
there."
The cab turned off the main thoroughfare into a dimly lit
driveway. We stopped in front of night club, classy enough to
have a doorman. As the man helped me out of the cab he did not
hide his lustful look at my swaying, unencumbered breasts and my
exposed thighs. For a brief moment I, uncharacteristicaly,
appreciated his leer.
As he held the club door for me I walked into a long empty
hallway, the walls covered with pictures of partially clad,
beautiful girls. I waited for Bev who was paying the cabbie.
"Bev," I blurted out when she walked through the door. "Look at
these pictures on the wall. What kind of place is this?"
"It's a classy strip club," she said coyly. "Something I've
always wanted to see. Haven't you ever been curious about what
attracts men to places like this?"
"No I haven't," I spoke bluntly. "And I don't feel curious now.
Will we be alright in here?"
"Don' you worry about it," she said assuredly. "We'll be just
fine. And pay attention. Maybe you'll learn something you can
take home to your husband."
I laughed nervously as we entered the main floor of the club. It
was dark inside. As my eyes adjusted, mostly to the smoke, I
could see there were 5 separate stages, a spot light on each
stage. There were plenty of tables, only about half taken.
A Maitre'de approached us. "Would you lovely ladies like a
table," he blubbered. A table for 4 perhaps."
"There's only two of us," Bev told him. "And we don't want a
table. We want two seats at the far stage."
"Yes ma'am," he said as he turned to lead us to our seats.
"There's a two drink minimum," he advised us as we sat down. "A
waitress will be with you shortly."
I thanked him as I looked around the room. We were the only women
customers in the place!!!
I was extremely self-conscious and I could feel every eye in the
place looking at us. If we had sat at a table back in the dark it
wouldn't have been so bad, I thought. But no, Miss Fancy wanted
to sit right up at the stage where the light was shining!
Only three of the five stages had strippers dancing. No one was
dancing at the stage where we were sitting.
The music stopped for a moment and all the dancers disappeared.
But only for a moment. Suddenly another song began. Up on our
stage a beautiful blonde appeared, fully clothed in a long white
dress. As she swayed to the music her attention was on Bev and I.
Even when she wasn't looking directly at us I knew she was
dancing for us. She looked directly at Bev and licked her lips
seductively. I heard a low moan coming from Bev and, as I turned
to look at her, I saw the same lust in her eyes the doorman had
displayed when he eyed my large breasts.
This was a side of Bev I didn't know about. It scared me. I've
known her for several years and never a hint. I sat quietly and
watched her as she and the stripper played a little game between
them.
The stripper now turned her attention to me!! Wearing only a
g-string, she lowered herself about one foot in front of me and
spread her legs. For a moment I was mesmerized by her crotch. I
couldn't move my eyes from her large mound! When I finally tore
my eyes away from her vulgar humping, I was now staring at two
beautiful breasts with long, hard nipples. She began licking her
lips suggestively for my benefit. I looked away, turning my head
towards Bev. She was licking her lips hungrily!!!!
I wanted to leave. I felt hot, not hot like heat hot, but hot
like panties getting wet hot. I didn't want to feel this. I was
Mrs comfortable, Mrs don't change anything because I like the
way things are in my life. I didn't want this new feeling,
especially something so depraved, so unnatural, and brought on
by another female! I'm 33 and happily married and nothing is
going to change that.
Bev now had her hand under her skirt touching herself
shamelessly. I was embarrassed. The stripper, now laying on the
floor, her legs spread openly to Bev, was hunching her pussy
teasingly as if begging for Bev to bury her face between the
strippers thighs.
"Bev, Bev, what are you doing," I whisper loudly to her. "Let's
get out of here. C'mon, lets go."
"Shut up bitch," she hissed at me. "Shut the fuck up."
I couldn't believe my ears. I jumped up and ran out of the club.
When I got outside I told the doorman to get me a cab.
"Where's your girlfriend?" he asked as his eyes roamed up and
down my body.
"Just get me a cab," I snapped at him.
Suddenly a cab appeared. I jumped in the back seat giving the
driver the name of my hotel. I felt the tears well up in my eyes
as the hurt of Bev's words echoed in my ears. She was so full of
lust for that girl she turned on me. I was stunned. I was hurt.
All kind of thoughts crossed my mind as I rode the elevator up to
our floor. Should I pack and try to fly out tonight? Should I
just wait until morning? At the moment I wasn't even considering
the option of staying. As I arrived at the suite I felt so tired
I knew I would have to wait until morning to fly out of here.
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I was awakened by noises and voices coming from the bathroom. I
assumed it was Beverly but, not being sure, I tiptoed cautiously
across the room. The door was slightly ajar and from my angle I
could see the huge mirror on the wall. I was appalled. There,
sitting on the commode seat, was Beverly. Kneeling in front of
her was the stripper from the club. I couldn't believe it. The
stripper was licking her, her long tongue buried in Bev's
womanhood.
"Lick me bitch," I heard Bev bark out. "Eat my pussy you goddamn
slut. That's it cunt, eat Bev's pussy."
I could see Bev shudder. I knew she was having an orgasm. Now
another, and another.
I felt the heat between my legs. This is wrong and I won't put up
with it, I was telling myself. But I didn't move. I watched as
Bev bucked her hips up to meet the invading tongue. She was
grabbing the stripper by the hair and pulling her face and mouth
hard against her. I knew I had to stop watching, stop the leaking
of my pussy, and most of all stop these terrible thoughts going
through my mind.
I returned to my bed, pulled the covers up over me, and pretended
to be asleep. My panties, the panties Bev had picked out for me,
were soaked. I was horrified at myself. Horrified at the thought
that I wanted to touch myself, to finger myself. Several minutes
went by. I heard both of them come into the room.
"I have to go baby," I heard the stripper say. "It's been fun. If
you want to make a real night of it before you return home just
give me a call. My number is on the card I gave you."
I peeked out from under the covers and saw them kissing. One of
those slow, tongue in your throat kisses. Finally Bev walked her
to the door and she was gone.
Bev returned to the room and crawled into her bed. "Hey Julie,
Julie. Wake up. Hey, I'm talking to you!!"
"What do you want Bev?" I mumbled.
"Why are you waking me?"
"Listen. I know you told the front desk you wanted a cab to be
waiting for you at 8 am. They also told me you were checking out.
I know you're mad and I know why you're mad. But I'm not going to
apologize. I was doing something I've wanted to do for a long
time and you were total ass about it. You're certainly welcome to
stay. You're still my friend. I hope you remember that when you
try to explain to our husbands why you came home early. But what
I really hope is that you change your mind and stay. It's up to
you. Good night."
I was stunned. She wasn't going to apologize!! She thinks all of
this is my fault? Was she right? I now wondered to myself. Was I
being to judgmental. After all, even I sorta succumb to the Vegas
mystic. I have the wet panties as proof of that.
I finally drifted off to sleep not knowing what I was going to do
in the morning.
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"Wake up girl. Let's go get some breakfast." Bev was shaking me,
interrupting a weird dream I was having.
I looked at my watch. It was 11 am. Well, so much for flying
home. I guess she thinks I changed my mind. I can't believe I
overslept.
Well, she's acting normal, like nothing happened between us. She
was right about one thing. I would have had a hard time
explaining why I came home early and left her here. Maybe it's
for the best that I stay.
We passed each other in the room, her coming from the shower, me
on my way to take one.
When I returned to the room she had my clothes laid out for me.
She loved dressing me in my new clothes. I never questioned her
choice.
Once dressed, I never felt so slutty. I don't know why but I felt
an adrenaline rush, an anticipation of excitement I knew I would
have going out in public like this. Especially during the day.
"Now that's how I want you to look," she said appraising me. "I
want you to look like a sexy bitch. You like it too, don't ya?"
"I don't know what I feel Bev. I feel strange at the moment.
Let's just leave it at that."
"Fair enough," she said. "Lets go eat."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was 3:30 in the afternoon and we were sitting at our third bar
of the day. I knew Bev was checking out every woman who passed by
us.
"You know what would be perfect?" she asked. She didn't wait for
an answer. "If we could find some woman for the afternoon, have a
good time, take a nap, and then go out later tonight and do it
all over again."
Why did she say "we" I wondered. Did she think that because I
stayed in Vegas I not only approved of her new found lust but I
was willing to participate in it? I didn't say anything. No use
starting something again. I can always excuse myself and leave
her to her new whims.
Besides, I want her to have a good time. And having sex with
another woman isn't like she's cheating on her husband, I
rationalized.
My train of thought was broken by Bev punching my leg under the
table.
"Look over there Julie. Those two women are looking at us. What
do you think?"
Without being too obvious I slowly turned and looked at them.
Both of them were beautiful. One looked our age or a little
older. The other couldn't be more than 18.
"They look very nice,' I said staidly. 'But what are you going to
do with two of them."
"I'll think of something," she replied coyly. "Wait here. I'm
going over and talk to them."
I watched as Bev slipped off of the bar stool and walked across
the room. I wondered why I never noticed how firm and round her
butt was before. She sure is sensual, I thought to myself. I felt
that familiar heat rush over me again. It's this town, I told
myself. Brings the sinful side out in you.
As I sipped my drink Beverly continued her conversation with the
two women. She finally returned to our table.
"Let's go," she said. "Were all going back to our suite."
"What do you mean all of us?' I asked. "I'm not part of this Bev.
I understand what you want to do but I don't want any part of it.
I'll wait here. When you're through call the bar here and I'll
come back to the room."
"No Julie, you don't understand. They think they're going with
both of us. They might not go if you don't go. C'mon. You don't
have to do anything. Just come back to the room and keep the
younger one company. You can do that can't you?"
"Okay, okay. Don't say I never did anything for you. I should
make you apologize for the way you talked to me the other night,
I said smilingly."
"Never," she said mockingly. "You are a slut bitch while we're in
Vegas. She squeezed my hand fondly as I slid from the stool. Her
hand touching mind was as close to a apology I was going to get
and my mind accepted it.
"Julie, this is Michelle and her daughter Sarah. Girls, this is
my friend Julie."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Mother and
daughter? Wow, I thought. Only in Vegas.
We caught a cab back to our hotel and went directly to the room.
Bev had me break out a bottle of wine and pour all of us a glass.
Bev and Michelle were already kissing and feeling each other up.
The daughter Sarah kept looking at me but when I didn't make any
move towards her she sat silently sipping her wine.
It wasn't long until Bev had Michelle stripped down to panties,
thigh high stockings and high heels. I couldn't push the ache
from my body or the thoughts from my head. She had the nicest set
of tits, full and round. I watched in fascination as Bev sucked
on one while pinching and pulling the nipple of the other.
They lay down on the bed, Bev finally shedding her blouse and
skirt. They were kissing passionately, all the while fingers
roaming over each others bodies until they found their final
destination. Now Bev, the aggressor, was fingering Michelle's
pussy in earnest. Michelle, moaning and writhing under Bev's
caresses appeared to be heading for a quick orgasm. I heard her
grunt, her body tremble, and watched as her panties filled with
cum.
"Jesus" I breathed. My body was suddenly on fire. I was fighting
with all of my being. My pussy was afire. I looked at Sarah. My
eyes widened. She was slumped in her chair, her legs wide open,
fingers under her panties busily masturbating herself. She looked
so much younger than her 18 years, especially wearing white knee
socks and penny loafers. Sarah's eyes left the two moaning women
on the bed and looked directly at me. She swiveled in her chair,
her legs spread wide just for me. I could see her fingers under
her white panties sliding in and out of her pussy. I heard her
say something to me.
"What," I murmured.
"Are you a mommy?" she asked.
"No," I murmured.
"Well, you can be my mommy," she whispered loud enough for me to
hear. "Come here mommy and lick Sarah's pussy. Come on mommy.
Make Sarah feel good."
All reason left me. I slid out of my chair to the floor and
crawled towards her on my knees. Without thought, just pure lust,
I buried my face in those wet, cotton panties. I felt her fingers
entwine in my hair as she pulled me tightly to her. With her
other hand she slowly pulled her panties aside and,
instinctively, my tongue slipped inside her succulent cunt.
For some reason I felt natural, being on my knees in front of
this teenage slut, submissively servicing her to the ultimate
pleasure, a female orgasm. I wanted her to cum in my mouth. I was
even murmured between licks for her to cum in m mouth. It was
like I had sank to a new, depraved low.
It didn't take long. As my mouth filled with her pussy juice I
suddenly felt, for the first time in many months, an orgasm well
up and burst deep inside me. I wasn't even aware my fingers were
buried in my own pussy.
"Keep licking me mommy, she moaned again. "Cummmiinnnnnggggg."
She was a fountain of juice, now filling my mouth and coating my
palate and throat. I could only gurgle as the second orgasm
rattled my body.
As soon as our orgasms subsided, I lay on the carpeted floor in
front of her, totally exhausted. The last thing I remember, her
slipping her foot from her penny loafer and placing her sock clad
foot over my mouth. Oh god, I also remember how sweet the smell
of her sweaty foot.
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I awoke to the television blaring in our suite. For a minute I
couldn't remember why I was sleeping on the floor. Then it came
flooding back to me.
"Oh god," I groaned to myself. The guilt and shame was almost
unbearable. I knew the tears were welling up in my eyes but I
choked backed the cry I needed. I couldn't let Beverly see me
crying. She would just yell at me. I lifted myself from the floor
and sat down in the chair. I heard Bev singing in the shower. I
was glad for a few minutes alone.
My blouse was covered with cum juice. I stood up and looked in
the mirror. God was I mess. The taste in my mouth had now turned
bitter. My tongue was white, still covered by Sarah's thick
discharge. How did this happen to me, I wondered. I've been a
straight laced girl my whole life, for christ sake. My dad was a
minister!! Here I am in Vegas licking a young girl's privates.
But I know how it happened. It presented itself I and succumbed
to it. I was weak. In one weak moment I turned into the slut that
Bev wanted me to be.
I'm so hungry, tired and sore. Two and half days in Vegas and I'm
almost a wreck. I'm just not used to this pace. And I'm sure not
used to the drinking I've done.
Bev came out of the bathroom looking fully refreshed.
"Hey sleepy head. It's about time you got up. Look at you. You're
a mess. And I know how you got that way," she said slyly. "You
were turned on girl. I thought you were going to shake apart when
you had that last orgasm. You're a real slut," she said proudly.
"Where are you getting ready to go?" I asked meekly. "You're not
going out again are you? I'm so tired I don't even know what day
it is. I've lost track of time."
"It's Sunday night," she said. "Bars and casinos will probably be
slow tonight but I thought we could go out for a little while. We
can come home early and sleep till noon tomorrow. How does that
sound?"
"I have to have something to eat Bev. And I'd like something cold
to drink that doesn't have booze in it. Like a big coke or
pepsi."
"You want a steak?" she asked. "How about I order 2 steaks and
drinks from room service. You can take a shower while were
waiting."
"Okay. Medium well. Don't forget a large soft drink with lots of
ice."
The shower felt good. I was beginning to feel alive again. My
body wasn't what I was worried about. It was the conflict in my
mind. Guilt and pleasure. Like now. The water shooting on my
tits. I could feel my nipples growing from the spurting water
beating on my chest.
I heard room service as I dried myself off. A good steak and I'll
feel better. I was starving.
It was 11 pm when we finished our meal. Bev was ready to go. I
really wanted to stay in but I knew I couldn't go to bed after
eating a big meal like that. I began getting dressed.
"I almost forgot" Bev said. "Sarah left something for you."
There on my bed was her little cotton panties. I could see they
were still damp from her juices.
"Put them on, Bev softly ordered. "You'll feel sexy in her cum
soaked panties."
"I can't wear them," I said meekly. "They're too small. Besides,
they're soiled."
"You can, get them on,' Bev said as she picked them up and handed
them to me. "Go ahead."
I got them on but they were extremely small and tight. I could
feel the back slide right up in the crack of my butt. The front
of them barely covered my mound. Just knowing her juices were
mingling with mine sent a shiver through my body. I was slipping
over the line again.
As we went down the elevator we decided to stay in the bar and
casino here in the hotel. I didn't think we could get in any
trouble here. The crowd was pretty thin in the casino. I guess
because it was Sunday. I played the slots while Bev played
blackjack.
And then it happened. As I was in the ladies room checking my
lipstick a beautiful but inebriated woman of about 38 came in. I
said hello nicely and continued checking my makeup. As she came
out of the stall she asked me if I were for hire. I didn't know
what she was talking about and told her so.
"How much do you charge?" she asked again.
"Charge for what?" I asked bewildered.
"To eat my pussy, bitch," she hissed at me. How much do you
charge to eat a woman's pussy."
It suddenly dawned on me. She thought I was a hooker.
"I don't charge anything," I said nervously. "I'm not a hooker."
"Well if you don't charge you must do it for free," she said. She
grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me into one of the
stalls.
"Let go of me," I screamed at her. She was strong and had me in
the stall, door closed, before I knew it. She put her hands on my
shoulders and started forcing me to my knees.
"Please, let me go," I pleaded with her. "I'm not what you
think." It's like she didn't hear a word I was saying. She had
her skirt up and pulled my face into her crotch. She wasn't
wearing any panties!! She pulled my head so hard into her crotch
my nose slid into her crack. My nostrils were filled with the
familiar smell of pussy.
"Lick me bitch," I heard her order me. "C'mon, lick my cunt you
goddamn slut."
"Oh god, yesss," I heard myself say. My tongue slipped into her
wet pussy slurping the gooey juice already gathering between her
lips. She began fucking my face, thrusting her hot cunt into my
mouth and tongue. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and
held on while she rode me to an orgasm. I sucked as much of her
cum juice as I could, feeling that familiar, warm, gravy flow
down my throat.
Suddenly she pushed me away, straightened out her clothes and
left. I stood in the stall for another five minutes and fingered
myself to three or four orgasms. I filled Sarah's little panties
for the second time that day.
As soon as I left the ladies room I went looking for Bev. I was
going to tell her what happened but changed my mind. I was mad
because I felt raped, no I was mad because I liked being raped. I
was all mixed up. By this time my emotions were a shamble. I just
wanted to be with Bev and feel safe.
I found her at the blackjack table and, surprisingly, she was
winning. She told me she was ahead by $3000.00.
I began urging her to quit while she was ahead.
"That's a lot of money Bev," I said as I urged her to cash in her
chips. "That will pay for your whole trip."
"It will pay for both our trips, my little slut," she whispered
to me. And at that moment I felt like her slut. And I wanted to
be her slut.
"Come on Bev," I whispered in her ear. "Let's go to the room. I
want to lick your pussy. I want you to cum for me."
"You're going to lick me, Julie, but not only my cunt. I've been
setting on this stool for 2 hours. I've got a sweaty asshole for
you to service. How's that sound baby?"
I shuddered in anticipation.
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As soon as we walked in the room I was on my knees behind Bev. I
pulled her skirt up just high enough to expose her luscious ass.
Her panties were buried between her firm, round cheeks. I pulled
them aside, and with one sweep of my tongue, licked her from the
edge of her pussy to the small of her back. I parted her ass
cheeks and, thank god she was right, beads of sweat appeared in
the intoxicating cavern of her long sweet crack.
In an instant all traces of sweat were gone, now intermingled
with my saliva, playing havoc with my taste buds. The tip of my
tongue found her tiny hole, at first involuntarily tightening to
my invading tongue. After several piercing pokes, her anus
relaxed and my tongue slid in. I felt so degraded, so submissive,
my tongue stuck up my best friend and neighbors ass, I came
without touching myself. It was more pure pleasure, almost more
than I could stand.
Bev was fully aroused. She pulled away from me, sitting down in a
chair and spreading her legs.
"Come here slut. Lick my pussy. Lick it slow and deep. Let me
savor this moment. Mrs perfect, on her knees, eating my soaking
cunt. It's all so surreal. Don't you think so Julie?" she said
nastily. "Sarah was right about you. You were born to suck pussy
you rotten little slut bitch.
Her words tore through me like an eight inch dick. I was now
cumming continuously, not being able to distinguish when one
orgasm started and the previous one ended. Sarah's cotton panties
were now so soaked I was dripping on the floor.
Thinking that Bev may make me lick up my own cum juice brought
another wave of pleasure and more juice running down my thigh.
I slowly sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue massaging it
tenderly. Her breathing came in gasp as her hips fucked my mouth
rhythmically. Her orgasms filled my hungry mouth, a taste I now
relished.
As her orgasms subsided I continued lapping, patiently awaiting
the next feeding.
"You remember Laura, don't you slut, Julie. The young girl that
works for me and my husband. I'll bet she'd love to have you
tongue fuck her. I don't know if she could be seduced or not.
Just think, you could come down to our office, sit under her desk
and suck on her all day. And she dresses like Sarah was dressed
yesterday. You know, the white sox and penny loafers thing. You
could suck on her sweaty feet. I noticed yesterday you had a
penchant for that. God, there's just all kind of possibilities
when we get home. Don't you thing so?"
By now I had cum so many times my body was shutting down. As
tired as I was I continued licking Bev's pussy.
Suddenly, without warning, Bev grabs me by the hair and roughly
holds my mouth and tongue to her cunt. "Uuugggggghhhhhhhhhh," I
heard her grunt as an intense orgasm swept thru her, depositing
huge gobs of thick juice into my slutty mouth.
"That's enough for now slut. Go to bed. Tomorrow we're going to
turn all this sex up a notch. You're going to love it you lovely,
slutty cunt. You're going to love it."
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Beverly was gone when I awoke. I couldn't understand where she
would go without me, I was sort of hurt that she didn't wake me
like she usually did. On the other hand, I was glad for the time
to reflect on our trip, our changed relationship, and my total
shame at what I had become. When Bev had mentioned the night
before about all the sexual possibilities we would have when we
returned home it turned me on. Now I know that cannot be,
especially for me. I love my husband and could never allow myself
to fall into such a degrading life style that has pervaded this
vacation.
I just can't understand why I've fell under this spell with
Beverly. As much as I fight it, it seems to overpower me. I still
think the town has something to do with it.
I showered and prepared myself to go downstairs for breakfast. As
much as I wanted not to dress in one of those slutty outfits, I
succumbed, at least for today, to try it one more time. And as I
looked at those now, twice soiled and soaked panties that Sarah
had given to me, I slipped them once again up my thighs in their
smelly, cum soaked state.
After several hours downstairs, breakfast and playing the slots,
I saw Bev walking with a young woman towards the elevator. I
followed behind in the next elevator, knowing I was probably
going to be interfering in some sort of sexcapade she had
planned.
As I entered the room, Bev turned and spoke....."Julie, where
have you been? I've got a surprise for you." She turned to her
new friend. "Laura, this is my slut Julie. Best pussy licker in
the hotel. Why, last night she licked my asshole so clean I
didn't even have to wash it this morning. Do you need your ass
cleaned Laura? I'd be glad to have her do it for you if you
want."
"What are you talking about Bev?" I murmured softly. "You talk
about me like I'm your slave. I thought we were friends." I could
feel the tears coming to my eyes. I tried to turn away so they
couldn't see me cry.
Bev stepped towards me, grabbed me by my hair, and pulled my
mouth to hers. Her tongue darted between my lips, the taste of
booze dripped into my mouth.
Suddenly, from behind me, I felt hands slide around my body and
cup my breasts. Laura was pinching my nipples!! I felt the pain
and, for reasons I didn't understand, I felt the bolt of sexual
excitement shoot thru me. Now both of them had their hands all
over me. I was blubbering something to them about stopping but my
body was telling them to use me anyway they wanted.
Bev released me and told me to take off my skirt and lay on the
bed. They both went into the bathroom leaving me on the bed
alone. When they came back to the room I couldn't believe it!!
Both were wearing huge fake cocks strapped around their waist.
"Nooooooo," I moaned tearfully. "Please Bev, don't do this to me.
Enough is enough. I can't do this.
"Shut up bitch, Bev hissed at me. She was on top of me before I
knew it. My pussy was wet from their fondling, the dildo head
slipped into me easily. As she drove deeper into me the lustful,
itching feeling I usually had with my husband came over me. But
with him the itch always remained. The dildo went beyond my
husband's capabilities. It was reaching my core, and god, oh god,
I wanted it to last forever.
"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I screamed at Beverly.
"Deeeeeeeeeper!!"
I had never fucked with such total abandonment. I felt like a dog
in heat. I met every thrust of the big dick with a thrust of my
own, trying, trying so hard to get every bit of it up inside me.
Bev rolled us over allowing me to fuck the dick myself, and fuck
it I did. I felt Laura behind me, doing as she did before,
reaching around me to pinch my nipples. The pain was so sweet. Oh
what bliss. But wait!!! I felt something trying to invade my
bottom.
"Noooooooooooooo," I screamed. "Please, nooooo. I've never done
that. Not now. Pleaseeeee."
To no avail. They both held me till Laura's dildo penetrated my
ass hole. God, did it burn. Laura was not gentle. She made
several thrusts, the last burying the huge rubber cock up into my
stomach. I didn't understand it. Within seconds my body was in
rhythm with both of the invading dicks. It felt like I was losing
control of my body functions, like I had to piss and shit at the
same time. I didn't care. I just fucked both dicks, welcoming
each and every orgasm to their fullest. I had never cum so much.
Never. The more I came, the faster they fucked me. I was becoming
oblivious to my surroundings. I didn't know where I was nor did I
care. The last I remember were the two hard cocks, rubbing
together, deep inside my womb.
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I awoke at 10 am. Bev was still asleep in her bed. The sheet
barely covered her and I could see she still had the dildo
strapped to her body. The other girl apparently had left some
time during the night or early morning.
I slipped out of my bed and slowly, so as not to awake Bev, lay
down next to her, my nostrils filling with the smell of sex that
surrounded her body. Being as careful as possible I hunched my
body as close as possible until I could push my sore, swollen
cunt lips up against the head of the dildo. I ever so slowly
pushed forward until I felt the bulbous head slip into me. I
slowly rocked back and forth, fucking the first three inches of
the huge cock.
"You are such a slut" I heard Bev whisper in my ear. "You like
this big cock don't you girl."
"God yes," I moaned. "Please fuck me Bev. Pleaseeeeee."
Her hips moved forward forcing the dildo deep into my cunt. Two
or three more thrust and the rubber cock was buried inside of me.
I wanted it to stay forever. I could already feel a climax
welling up in me. Suddenly she withdrew the dick completely out
of me.
"Nooooooo," I wailed aloud as I tried to get in back inside of
me.
Bev slipped out of bed, laughing at my depraved lust. "Now that
you're wet and horny lets get cleaned up and get out of here.
This town is full of pussy and I'll make sure you get your share,
you slutty bitch."
I waited until Bev got out of the shower before I slipped out of
bed. While walking to across the room I suddenly realized the
soreness of my anal hole. And as sore as it felt I had a sudden
urge to be fucked there again. In fact, it felt like the dildo
was still inside me. Without warning, I quickly found out why. I
barely made it to the commode before natures call gushed out of
me. My anal hole felt so huge, seemingly leaving me with very
little control of my bowel movement. Strangely, it was just one
more thing that sexually excited me.
By noon we were in to hotel restaurant, eating our daily omelet
and sipping on bloody marys. I barely touched my food, my pussy,
my whole body aching for sexual release. As we ate Bev
continually pointed out women and young girls in the dining room.
"Look over there, to your right," she would say. "See that little
blonde. Wouldn't you just love to eat her pussy.'
By the time we left the restaurant my panties were soaking. It
was like I was in a sexual trance, my body and mind was on one
track and that was gratification. And I knew I would only get
there through humiliation.
As we walked through the hotel casino Bev's name was paged over
the loud speaker. We immediately went to the front desk to
inquire. She had a message to call her husband immediately. I
waited while she went to use one of the house phones.
When she returned I could tell she was upset.
"What's the problem?" I asked hesitantly.
"Bill wants me to come home today. He's got problems at the
business that he can't handle. I guess were going to have to cut
our vacation short.."
"Well we had 5 days." I said trying to console her
disappointment.
"Yeah, you're right, slut. Let's go pack and get out of here."
As we walked down the long hall to our suite, up ahead a young
girl about 17 or 18 came out of a room. Even at a distance I
could tell she was a sexy little thing.
As we passed her in the hall Bev stopped for a moment, telling me
to go ahead to our room. She said she would be there shortly. I
didn't question her. I did as I was told.
About ten minutes later Bev shows up our room with the young
girl.
"Julie, this is Melody. I told her you would pay her $50.00 if
she let you suck on her socks. I told her there wouldn't be any
funny business, that you had this strange fetish about white
cotton bobby socks.
I looked down at Melody's feet, her white sox hanging sloppily
around her tanned calves like a young school girl. I didn't know
what a fetish was, all I knew is I wanted to suck them.
As we all stood just inside the door of our suite I reached into
my handbag, pulled out a $50 and handed it to the girl.
"Go ahead Julie," I heard Bev say to me. "This is what you wanted
so get with it."
I knelt down on my knees and removed one of Melody's tennis
shoes. I brought the foot to my mouth, my nostrils filling with
the smell of sweet sweat. My lip's wrapped around her toe's,
sucking that familiar taste into my mouth.
I don't know how long I had sucked on her foot, long enough to
soak her sock in saliva, when I heard her yell.
"None of that...I'm not into that! Take your hands off of me."
As I looked up Bev was holding the girl's arms against the wall
as she forcefully tried kissing the girl, her tongue flicking
around the girl's lips.
Instinctively, my hands slid up the girl's legs finding her
pussy. Her panties were damp!! My head immediately disappeared
under her little skirt and my lips honed in on her sexy mound.
I licked her through her panties, holding her by her firm, round
ass cheeks as she continued to squirm away from Bev.
Suddenly the squirming stopped! Soon I heard nothing but moans. I
heard Bev's voice, "Do you like your cunt licked baby?"
"God yessssss," she moaned loudly. Her body, her hips were
already thrusting my mouth, fucking my face with total
abandonment.
I heard Bev walk away, leaving me on my knee's servicing this
sweet piece of meat. Soon she was screaming loudly as an intense
orgasm swept over her, her pussy weeping out her love juices,
coating my mouth and tongue.
No sooner had she cum, and realizing what had happened to her,
she grabbed her tennis shoe and ran out the door. I was still on
my knees when I felt Bev take a hand full of my hair and pull me
abruptly to my feet. She forcibly marched me into the bedroom and
ordered me onto the bed on my knees.
I felt her behind me, the huge dildo head barely touching my
asshole. "I took care of you today slut, and when we get home
you're still going to be my slut, whether you have a husband or
not. You understand that don't you?"
I tried to think that all this would be over when the vacation
ended but Bev wasn't going to let that happen. And as bad as I
wanted that huge dildo buried in my ass I now knew whatever I had
become was permanent.
"Do you understand?" she repeated.
"Yes Bev, I understand. I'm your slut. Please fuck me. I need it
so bad. Fuck me, pleaseeee."
I felt the long, thick cock slide into me, so filling, so good.
As I thrust back against her, she forced its entire length up
into my belly. As the first orgasm shook my body, I was already
thinking of the dirty little bathroom at the dirty little gas
station we had stopped at on our way to Vegas. We would stop
there again... Bev's ass would be so sweaty by then...and what
ever else she might need of me....
- The End -
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