A Vegas Story Ch. 06: FinalA Vegas Story Ch. 06: Final


In the morning she woke up early. Although the previous night had been incredible, she was feeling somewhat insatiable-like there wouldn’t be enough sex in the world to curb her appetite. She took a shower, using the shower head and water pressure to get her off, but that wasn’t enough. She woke him up with a morning blow job, and that followed with a morning round of sex, but that wasn’t enough.

“I know,” she said.

“You know what?” he replied.

“I know what will satisfy me,” she answered. “Will you indulge me on our last day in Las Vegas?”

“Of course,” was his reply.

She dressed in a skirt with a knit blouse. She left her panties behind. She was still so horny that as they were about to leave the room, she pinned him against the hotel room door. She grabbed his head, pushed it down below her waist, lifted he skirt, and commanded, “Eat!”

“Of course,” was his reply.

He lapped at her wet pussy. He used his tongue to lightly brush her clit, increasing his speed and intensity gradually. Her hand grinded the top of kuşadası escort his head as she squirmed and moaned. She came, straightened her skirt, kissed him, and they left the room.

They headed out of the hotel, got in a taxi, and ended up at one of Vegas’ huge porn shops. First, they explored the front of the shop. She pointed out a few new toys she’d like to try in the future.

“That glass dildo looks like it could put me right over the edge,” she noted.

They found the DVD section, and watched a few clips that were playing on the monitor. As they watched, he lowered his hand to cup her ass.

“Yes, please,” she purred.

He slowly raised the back of her skirt, cupping her bare ass and then slowly working his fingers down to enter her pussy from behind. She moaned.

“More,” she asked.

As they were alone in this part of the store (and he didn’t care if they weren’t anyway) he bent her over the display of DVD’s and pulled down her skirt completely. He finger fucked her slowly, with first one, then two, and the finally three fingers. She groaned in reply.

He took his other hand and slowly entered her puckered asshole with his finger. He was fucking her with both hands and more intensity now.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me good!” she commanded. Her breaths grew shallower, her moans more intense, and she finally came.

“We’re not done,” she reminded him and she led him right into the back room. There they found the booths.

‘Come in with me,” she requested.

“Of course,” was his reply.

The booth was small-she could easily reach both sides of the room with her arms for both of them. The walls were black, but both side walls had holes in them covered with padding.

“What the hell?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she said. “This will do it for me. I’m so horny I might cum just thinking about it!”

And then, he saw.

Each one of the holes was quickly filled by an anonymous cock. Someone in the rooms next to them had entered, and put their cock through the padded hole.

She lustily began sucking on one cock while tugging on the other.

‘Pull your pants down!” she commanded him. There was barely room in the booth for both of them.

“Of course,” was his reply.

It was cock after cock after cock. She sucked one, drained it of its cum. She gave the other a handjob, and took that cum in her hand, lifted it to her face, and licked her fingers clean.

“Fuck me!” she commanded.

“Of course,” was his reply.

As she drained cock after cock of its cum, her body dripping with anonymous ejaculate, her fucked her. Like he had never fucked her before. She came once, twice, three times; he lost count. He pounded away, came, waited a few minutes as she sucked more anonymous cock, and entered her again.

She was screaming in blissful agony. “YES! YES! FUCK ME LIKE THE FUCKING SLUT I AM! YOUR COCKS ARE SO GOOD! YES!”

After what had to be the 10th cock, they both collapsed into each other’s arms. She took the towels graciously provided by the store and they both cleaned up.

In the taxi on the way to the airport, she told him “After 25 years, I still love you. Thanks for an incredible trip.”

“Of course,” was his reply.

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