I had gotten out of bed early to shower. Vicky had gotten out of bed early to get herself fucked in the shower. She had moved into the shower and pulled my cock erect before I could protest. When she was satisfied with her work, she turned and placed her hands high on the shower wall. Swaying her beautiful ass, she looked at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me.” All I needed to hear. I stepped in and shoved her legs further apart with mine. Bending my knees, I slid my hard shaft between her thighs, sliding it back and forth through the lips of her pussy. Her head fell forward between her arm and a moan came from her lips. Using my dick as a lever, I stood to my full height. Her hips jerked and rolled so high she had to go on tip toe to keep me in her trapped channel. She raised her head and looked back over her shoulder. “Don’t tease me, FUCK ME!” She was bent at the waist. The flow of the shower was beating into her lower back. Her long beautiful legs were locked straight and her feet were rolled up on her toes. Her ass was tilted and I held it steady with the vice grip I had on her pelvic bones. I shifted to line up the head of my dick and her warm cunt. Pulling her hips, I shoved mine forward and my dick split her inner walls. “God….. Yes…. That feels good…. Fuck me baby….. Fuck Me…… Do me hard.” With each thrust I made into her smooth, bald pussy she would shove back to take me in to my base. She was trying to look back over her shoulder to see the action as well as to watch my face. “Mmmmm….This is sooo nice. I should wake up like this every day.” She pushed on the wall using it for leverage. Still looking over her shoulder, her gaze shifted from what she could see of our hips to the concentration on my face. “Well, did you have a good time last night?”She surprised me with the question. She was referring to the date she’d made for us the night before with the British couple. “Yea, very much. I know you had a good time.” I was looking her in the eyes. The couple we’d meet were swingers, but in a different way. She performed while he watched. Vicky and I had shared the wife. The wife had dominated Vicky. Her breathing was faster, her ass shoved back into groin was harder. She continued to look up at me. Her eyes were drifting. I knew she was remembering how the beautiful, older Ashley had used her body, and mine, to satisfy her pleasure and put on a show for her husband. She finally spoke, “Oh yea. That was fun. Wasn’t she beautiful? And you fucked us both so good.” She dropped one hand between her legs. Her long, sharp fingernails were raking my dick as it slid roughly between her pussy lips. The mixture of pain and pleasure had me shoving harder. Her tight cunt clutching my dick and the nails scraping the flesh on every stroke had me close. “Don’t stop doing that. That thing with your hand.” My voice was low, calm and raspy. “You like that, huh?” That teasing whisper, “Why don’t you show me how much you really like it. I’ll use my nails on your balls if you’ll cum for me…. I know…. How ’bout you cum ON me? When you’re ready just pull it out and shoot cum all over ass and back. I want to feel the heat when it hits me.” Her nails had moved to my balls. Something she knew I really liked. I was getting really close. “God baby… You’re getting bigger…. I love the way you get thicker like that before you cum. It fills me up…stretches my walls.” Her fingers were squeezing and pulling on my balls. My stokes were so hard her tits and long wet hair were bouncing with each thrust. “I tell you what, after you cum I’ll let you watch me use the shower head on my pussy. I’ll turn the water up as hard as it’ll go and blast it all on clit…. I know you like to watch me get off…. I’ll do it a couple of times and you can fuck my mouth while I do it.” That’s all it took. As I felt the first pulse fly I pulled my cock out of that tight cunt and pushed it up, sliding it’s length through the cheeks of her ass. Shots of cum were all all over her back. As the shower washed the cum away, she turned around, grabbed the sides of my face and locked her lips on mine. She spent the next half hour sitting on the shower floor pressing the extendable shower head into her cunt and sucking on my cock. She came three times before I filled her mouth with my load. ______________ Saturday morning in San Francisco, Halloween day. We were just two more lovers on vacation in a beautiful city. The ‘Exotic, Erotic Ball’ was set for tonight. My two previous trips to the ball had been sexually dangerous adventures. The first time, I had gone to the ball with one woman and woken up the next day with two. The second time, my date and I found ourselves stranded at Lake Tahoe, on the Nevada border, two days after the ball. The term ‘Pull Toy – naked man on roller skates’, was an early and crude description of the creatures that attended however, that metaphor really summed it all up. Once again Vicky played tourist to my tour guide. We had a romantic brunch at Cliff House with its cliff top views of the sea. Next we toured the old Sutro Baths. I guided Vicky around explaining the design and function of the hill side relic. We eventually came to a cave at the far end of the old complex. I’d been here before with someone else and knew it was private and of the tourist’s beaten path. The sunlight reflecting in from the sea made the walls of the room shimmer. Vicky walked around looking up at the incredible, changing light in the room. “Wow. This is really cool. What is this place?” I had leaned against the entrance and crossed my arms. “A hundred years ago it was a dressing room.” She looked up at me from across the room. I could see that glint in her eye. “Well, do we dress or undress?” I walked to her and pulled her hips into mine. I was looking down into that upturned smile. “I think I’ll stay dressed this time.” She gave me a questioning look. As an answer I reached down, grabbed the hem of her sun dress and pulled it completely over head. That long hair was everywhere. Other than her tennis shoes, it had been her only stitch of clothes. She jumped back and squealed. Tossing her head forward ande back throwing her hair around her shoulders and down her back. When she looked at me again the only thing her hands tried to cover was the wanton smile on her lips. I walked her backwards to a rock shelf that was chest high to me. Tossing her dress on the shelf as a cushion, I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her and sat her on the rock. “What are you gonna’ do?” She was trying to play the part of the victim but It wasn’t working. I lifted her legs and threw her thighs over my shoulders. Reaching up to her sides I grabbed her wrists and pulled her ass to the edge of the rock shelf. My tongue found her cunt her back arched high, letting out a long hiss. She was struggling, trying to pull her hands free. I kept her wrists locked in my grip. She wasn’t getting away. I ran the flat of my tongue from the spot between her asshole and pussy up to the hood that held her clit. Then I repeated the movement again and again. She was fighting hard to pull from my grip and still get her pussy closer to my mouth. I pulled my tongue into a stiff dart and began shoving it into her pussy as far as it would go. Again, she arched her back and humped her pelvis into my face. Her juices had started to flow down the crack of her ass , covering my mouth and chin. The third time she tried to pull herself from my grasp I slid my tongue up into the hood of her pussy, flipped her clit between my tongue and teeth and applied pressure. The shock ran through her entire body. Her thighs squeezed my head so hard it shut off all sound. Her ass actually bounced on the shelf. I thought she might fall. “Bite my clit, Please…Please.” I’d heard this voice a few times. It was a pleas, not a request or command. “Shut up.” “Please…. Make it sting…. Sarıyer escort bayan Do it harder.” She was begging now. “Don’t talk anymore.” Her struggles changed from trying to get away to helping me hit all her intimate spots. Suddenly she froze. “There’s somebody here.” She whispered I released the grip my teeth and lips had on her extended lips. “Where?” “They’re at the door. They’re watching us.” “Do they have badges?” “No…No….their teenagers….a boy and girl.” Her voice was raspy and pleading. “Fuck ‘Um.” I sucked her labia back in between my teeth and gently bit down. She arched her back and let out a series of moans and gasps. Several seconds later I heard a young male voice whispering behind me. “Look at her. She’s beautiful!” “Would you keep quiet!” A young female voice was whispering. They thought they were being quiet, that we couldn’t hear them. They were wrong. In this room their voices were amplified by the slick, stone walls. “Look at how he’s holding her.” The young female. I released one of Vicky’s hand, pushed two fingers into her cunt and pulled them up to cup her pelvic bone. I began rubbing the soft knot of tissue there. Vicky thrashed around more. Her free hand found the back of my head and she tried to pull my face closer to her center. A full minute went by. “Why can’t you do that to me?” The young female again. “He looks like he might suffocate in there.” The young male was giggling. Asshole . No wonder the girl was complaining. I reached in with my tongue capturing clit. My fingers were pressing harder and rubbing her hot spot. I bit down on her sensitive bud. Her orgasm was sudden, massive and loud. If I hadn’t trapped her on the high self she would have been rolling around on the dirt floor. Behind me I heard the couple gasp in unison. “Would you look at her. She looks like she’s going to faint. I’d give anything if you’d eat me like that.” The girl sounded out of breath. “Shhh…. Let’s go.” I held Vicky in place, letting her calm down. She looked like a rag doll on top of the stone. Her breasts rose and fell with her hard breathing. Her ass was at the edge of the rock shelf and her legs hung, arched down towards the floor. She lay there for a full minute trying to build her energy. Every few seconds her body would jerk with an aftershock. I turned and looked behind me. The young voices had gone with their owners. Finally Vicky sat up. Her smile was instant, bright and beautiful. Reaching out she put her hands put them on my shoulders. “You know a gentleman would help a lady down after he’d used her like that.” I looked around. “What gentleman?” I grabbed her around the waist and set her feet on the rock floor. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining.” She was pulling the dress down over her body when her hands pulled back like she’d touched a snake. “This thing is wet!” She was pulling the fabric away from her body. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not the one who leaked all over it.” Hands on hips, she was looking up at me with mock anger, trying to think of another sharp remark to throw my way. Then she stopped. She was staring up with that ‘Oh, so cute!’ expression women get. Like I was really big puppy dog or something. In a flash she had pulled my face down to hers and kissed me, hard. Before I could get my hands around her body she had slipped out into the sunshine. ______________ Our next stop was Fisherman’s Wharf. We sampled a variety of sea food delicacies in the fisherman’s stalls and walked around its extensive shopping area. A street artist had followed us for a block asking if he could draw our caricatures . We finally stopped and looked at his samples. They were actually not bad. He was maybe 5’9” and rail thin next to my 6’3” and double wide. I had an idea. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a private conversation. I glanced back at Vicky. She looked worried. She probably thought I was going to hurt him. We finished our conversation and I looked down at him, “You think you could do that?” “Sure.” He glanced back at Vicky. “This might actually be fun.” He began setting up his kit. I walked back to Vicky, grabbed her by the waist and set her on a low brick wall at her back. “He’s going to draw your picture for me.” She sat up straight and smiled. Her nipples had hardened and were pushing points through the front of her dress. The artist looked up at Vicky. His eyes drawn to her breasts. Then his eyes flashed to me. ”Yea, I see what you mean.” Vicky looked in confusion . “Smile, I know the looking pretty thing won’t be a problem.” I was looking at her and smiling. He started to draw using a number of colored pencils. After twenty minutes he stopped and motioned me over to review his work. He had captured her perfectly. Exactly what I’d asked him to draw. The angelic smile, the flowing blond hair, the natural tan and that beautiful nude body. His imagination had been very close to reality. It could have been a photograph. He looked up at me, saw my expression and smiled. “Well, whadayathink? Am I close?” “Dude, are you sure you’ve never seen her before?” His relief came through when he laugh at my question. Vicky was sliding off the wall. Before her feet touched the ground, the edge of her skirt had snagged on the bricks and risen up exposing legs, hips and the bare lips of her pussy. The artist and I watched as she pulled the dress back into place. He looked up at me, back at his drawing then spoke in a low voice. “You know, I really was close.” I was trying not to laugh out loud. Vicky was still confused when she moved next to me to view her drawing. “OHMYGOD!!!” Her face had turned as red as I’d ever seen. She jerked her head around, making sure no one could see. “What?….You don’t like it?” I asked her. She looked up at me then hit me on the arm. She spun back around to look at her portrait. “I’m Naked. It’s Not Funny!”. Her head drew back as she continued to appraise the drawing. I noticed the artist had stepped back to get out of the line of fire. Vicky tilted her head from side to side, studying the picture even more. “You know, it is nice. It even looks like me.” She took my hand. “What do you think I should do with it?” “I don’t know about you but, I’m planning on hang it in my office at home. Maybe even in the living room.” She hit me on the arm again. Now she seemed to be warming to the drawing. “It really… does… look just like me.” She was right. The round breasts and high, pointed nipples. The contours of the muscles in her torso. Even the dimples where her thighs and the spread of her hips meet and the taught muscles connected her legs to her body. He had even drawn her without pubic hair. “Oh, isn’t that just beautiful.” Vicky was in shock. I was trying not to laugh. We all turned to find the source of the voice. Three little old ladies were standing not two feet behind us gazing at Vicky’s caricature . They were all nodding their heads in approval. Vicky was trying to disappear, hiding behind my door wide back. The woman who had spoken looked from the picture around at Vicky and back, several times. A Mona Lisa type smile spread over her face as she looked up at me. She’d made the connection. She knew. Vicky had made another conquest, without even trying. ________________________ Our last stop, before the hotel to change for the ball, was the sex toy store ‘Hard On Leather’. Vicky was determined to replace the vibrator and nipple clamps she had given to the British couple. Unfortunately, the beautiful red head, Christina, was not working that day but, a very attractive and exotic Latino beauty made us feel more than welcome. We left the shop with the replaced items and another bag full of toys. Another $150 had been added to my credit card. We were rushing to get ready. Over the years the ‘EEB’ had grown in size and popularity. The sponsor had decided to change Silivri escort venue from an old warehouse to a new convention center in the center of a hotel district. He’d made a number of additions in recent years. A trade show, similar to the AVN and Adult Entertainment trade shows held yearly in Vegas, live bands, food and drink pavilions and a nude Cabaret review. Of course the entire event was still a meet-and-greet party. Unfortunately, now you’d could Meet at the party at the show. All greeting was done in hotel rooms or private showing rooms, not on the show floor in front of God and every prying camera. Later in the evening dozens of invitation only, breakout out parties were planned. Most were sponsored by some sex related company or organization. A few parties were put on by private individuals. These were held in each of the adjacent hotels. Private parties were where the serious action would happen. I’d dressed quickly. Once again Vicky sent me to the sky high bar in the Marriott for a drink while she applied her final touches. When I entered it was quiet. Other than the lady bartender and waitress, I was the only person in the room. The waitress was the same one that had masturbated to orgasm as she’d watched Vicky and I fuck the night before. She quickly moved to greet me and led me to the same table. She was looking over my shoulder searching the entrance. In an low voice she asked me if my lady friend would be joining me again tonight. Before I could answer, her eyes flashed wide while a pink blush ran up her neck and across her face. “Wow, that’s hot.” She whispered. I turned in my seat to watch Vicky glide into the room. She had told me a few nights before our departure that she’d found the perfect ‘Cum Fuck Me’ dress for the ball. That was an understatement. The turquoise blue, jersey material couldn’t have been more than a square yard of cloth. Her shoulders and arms were bare. A gold, metal loop around her neck held the top of the dress bunched and loose across her breasts. That billowed into a full, round skirt that would probably fly up with any sudden turn. The skirt was so short the gap of space between her firm, hard thighs was prominently displayed and from my seated position, I swear I could see the lips of her pussy. She had pulled her three feet of wavy, dark blond hair into a French twist that left a long, thick pony tail swinging as she walked. Her shoes were the same color as the dress. They were a pair of sturdy dance sandals with 4” spiked heels and a piece that extended up the back of the foot and heel to a strap that buckled around the ankle. Vicky saw the waitress’s stare. She walked directly to the stunned girl, smiled and then slid her arm around the girl’s waist. Before the girl could resist Vicky had pulled her into her body and lightly kissed her on the lips. They exchanged a few quiet, whispered words. Vicky looked down at me. “By the way. This is Angela.” I Looked her up and down. Very nice. “Hello, Angela.” Between the kiss and my leering gaze, the startled girl’s trance was broken. Flustered and blushing, she took a step back. The surprise in her eyes has changed to desire. Vicky had acquired another willing slave. Before she perched on her chair, Vicky turned her back and twirled around to give us a better look. This was definitely a ‘Cum Fuck Me’ dress. The edges of the material covering her chest dipped under her arms and dropped to a low scoop in back. The back dropped was so low it revealed her shoulders and back, her slim waist and provided a wonderful view of the dimples at the base of her spine, where her hips flared. I raised my head to get a better look. The rounded tops of her ass cheeks and the crack starting down between them were in clear view. As she turned, the material covering her chest had ballooned out revealing most of her tan, rounded breasts with their pointed nipples riding high. The skirt had flown up like a round table cloth. Her bare body from toes to waist was in plain sight. Fluffing the skirt she sat back into her chair and crossed those mile long legs. The waitress hadn’t moved. Shock, amazement, I’m wasn’t sure. Vicky smiled that big smile at us both. Reaching out she dropped her small beaded bag on the table. The infatuated, young waitress was even more flustered. Her mouth had dropped open as her eyes traveled the length of Vicky’s body. When her head turned to me I was smiling at her. Only Vicky could draw this type of open lust from anyone. Looking up at Angela I was almost laughing, “Tell me, does she look as good as she did last night.” The girl shivered and came back to reality. Her face was flushed, nipples practically pushing through the thin material of her uniform. Looking down to hide her face she spoke in a little girl whisper, “Yes. She does. Even better.” Ignoring our amused stares, she began mumbling about drinks, hotels activities and their lineup of restaurants . Before she could finish her prepared speech, Vicky leaned forward and placed a new, little black box on the table. She leaned back and smiled that smile that told me I was heading for a new adventure. The waitress saw the box and with a quizzical look asked, “What is that?” “Oh, that? That’s the new control box.” Bending for a better view the waitress asked, “The control box for what?” Vicky motioned for her to come closer, then she started whispering into Angela’s ear. As Vicky spoke, the girl’s expression went from quizzical interest to shock to a ‘fuck me, please’ smile. Angela straightened and whispered, ”And you have it in now?” Vicky nodded. “You wear it all night?” Vicky nodded again. The girl’s voice had risen an octave. “Doesn’t it get in the way?” The girl was leaning forward trying to see the vibrator under Vicky’s skirt. Vicky smiled her sweet smile and replied in a matter of fact voice, “Well, I do take it out when we fuck. But, then we can always put it up my ass so that it shakes his cock while he does me.” Angela stepped back, bringing her hand to her mouth. Before she could answer, she noticed the lady bartender waving to get her attention. Reluctantly, she walked over to speak with her. Vicky and I watched the two women as the they pressed their heads together and talked over the bar. The waitress was pointing our way and the bartender was straining to get a better view. I heard the bartender gasp, “No.” Vicky turned her attention back to me and caught me laughing. “What?” “You keep fucking with that girl’s head, like that, and she’s going to be knocking on our hotel room door, in the middle of the night, wanting to find out if everything you’re telling her is true.” “Well. It is true!” “Yea. Well. You and I know that, but still.” “Well. You never know.” She looked over her shoulder again at the sexy little waitress them gazed back at me with those twinkling eyes, “It might be fun to have her come knocking on our door in the middle of the night.” Enough. I knew when I was beat. I stood up and helped her out of her chair. It was time for a fast getaway. Now’s a good time for a quick description of Vicky and me. Vicky had taken dance classes for 23 of her 26 years. She’d spent almost 10 years as a professional dancer. At 5’5″, 120lbs her measurements were 34D-20-33. Her face was angelic, exotic and to die for. Her skin had a natural, deep olive tan and always seemed to look have a glow like a fresh layer of baby oil. Absolutely no tan lines. Her legs were half her body height. Strong, lean and incredibly shaped. She had decided to returned to university full time, which is how we’d meet. To deal with the monotony of books and study, she had added weight training to her repertoire of other physical activities. Her body was hard, strong and breathtaking. Despite her beauty, all descriptions of her began with her hair. It was three feet of dark blond curls and waves. It framed her Escort Topkapı face and cascaded to below her waist. Not limp, hanging hair. These were thick, wavy and luxurious curls. It had a life all its own. I’m sure guys had wondered what it would be like to jack off using that hair. I know I had. It had been great. As for me, I’m a 6’3″, 250lbs. A walking steel beam. After a military career, I had just finished university and at 30 was starting my next phase of life. In our few months together, Vicky had let her submissive side come out allowing me to use, and sometimes abuse, her beautiful body. She also explored her aggressive, bisexual, dominant side, capturing and using any beautiful woman she could draw in. She’d discovered that her trust in me was absolute. I would never hurt her or let her be hurt. She’d also figured out that she could talk me into fucking her anywhere, any time she wanted. And, if people around us were caught in the cross fire, so much the better. I wasn’t going to complain. This goddess had me wrapped in her web and I was having such a good time I didn’t care. She had her beaded bag in hand and I had the new gizmo safe in my pocket. Our trip through the hotel resulted in Vicky leaving a trail of stunned people, dropped trays and wives hitting their husbands to get their attention. One man hit his head on the bottom of a table as he was bent over pretending to pick something off the floor and staring at Vicky’s legs. Another man walked backwards into a glass wall as he strained to catch a last glimpse of Vicky’s ass walking through the front exit. Yea……That dress. I still shiver when I think about that dress! At 5 on the nose, we arrived at the entrance to ‘Exotic, Erotic Ball’. The crowd was already huge. The venue had changed but the people and attitudes were the same. The mixture consisted of couples, groups of single men and single women, Gay and Straight. San Francisco welcomes everyone. To enter the party area you had to pass through the Adult Entertainment show. As we stepped in I could feel Vicky’s hand tighten on mine. “Wait.” I reached in my pocket and rolled the control of the vibrator open about halfway. Vicky’s head dropped back slowly, her eyes shut tight. She was squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could. Her knees slightly bent. “Ohhhh… Yeaaaa……That’s nice! Can you turn it up…just a little higher?” A passing couple had been watching Vicky’s reactions. They had turned in a 180 as they passed and walking backwards now to maintain their view. “Not just yet. Let’s leave it on low for now. Let’s walk around and see what’s here.” Grabbing her hand, I turned her into the large room. Her disappointed pout about the vibrator turned into wide eyed amazement inside the show. I’d thought she’d been excited about ‘Hard On Leather’ but her reaction here was like Dorothy finding the Munchkins. Alice meeting the Mad Hatter. Probably more like Linda Lovelace seeing Harry Reems cock for the first time, before she swallowed him. Everything that fell under her view, she had to touch. She pulled me along behind her checking out everything. There were booths with all type of perversions. Sex toys, clothes, web sites, on-line instant sex services, whips and bondage equipment, CDs and DVDs. At several booths male and female porn stars were selling assortments of molded latex reproductions of their pusses, assholes and oversized cocks. Very well built, almost naked, women were in the isles trying to draw passersby into their booths. They all wanted to flirt with Vicky and then with me. In that order. I just laughed. The last booth, before entering the party area, was huge. Large pieces of wooden furniture designed as implements of torture for a dungeon were spread around on platforms. Vicky had to check it out. She was running from one display piece to the next touching the leather straps and pulling on the ropes. She saw a long wooden benched contraption sitting up on a riser. She threw her leg over and started rubbing her pussy along the polished and waxed wood. She was drawing a crowd. “Vicky!!” Someone squealed her name. I looked around and saw Christina, the red head from ‘Hard On Leather’ stepping up on the platform. She had on a very small G-string and a tight black, lacy corset that pushed her large, white breasts up, Her cherry pink nipples poked out over the lacy top. Her legs were wrapped in the same boots she had worn in the store. She really looked hot. Vicky was so startled she had jumped up like a catholic school girl that had been caught looking at the boys crotch’s. When she realized who was talking she took Christina in an embrace and kissed her hard. They walked back to the wooden bench. Christina was explaining that she was working in the booth as a model and part of her job was to explain to people how the devices worked and the parts of the body they were designed to stimulate. Vicky was listening intently, “You must love working here?” She looked around at the devices then looked up at Christine. “If this is just part of your job what else are you doing?” Christine let out a deep laugh and kissed Vicky in a more tender embrace. Looking down at the polished bench, Christina saw a line of juice Vicky had left with her pussy. Taking two fingers she scooped the juice off the bench and placed them in her mouth. “OOOoooo….. That’s delicious.” They had their arms around each other’s waists when I stepped up on to the platform. Christina saw me, put her other arm around my neck and gave me a deep, opened mouth kiss. She tried to press her entire body into mine, rubbing her bare, erect nipples across my chest. Vicky was helping and pushing Christina closer to me. I could taste Vicky’s juices in Christina’s mouth. “I’m so glad I saw you guys! Wait, I’ve got something for you!” She ran over to a small table and came back with a plastic key card. Vicky looked at the plastic card. “What’s this?” “I have to stay here and work the booth for a few more hours. There’s a party later after the Ball. That key will get you in. When you get there tell them who you are.” She smiled her wicked smile down at Vicky. “ I’ll show you what else I’m doing here later.” She gave us directions to the hotel room and kissed us both goodbye. The night flew by quickly. Hundreds of naked bodies with elaborate paint jobs. A variety of he’s and she’s dressed in domination or submissive gear. Bizarre costumes like Carnival in Rio de jeneiro . One woman was dressed in a $1,000 Hugo Boss suit, stubble was glued to her chin, her head shaved. A strap on dildo hung out the fly of her pants and bounced against her knees with each step. In her hands she was pulling a group of women on leashes. The collars wrapped around their necks. They were a beautiful assortment of mostly naked women. Only in San Francisco. We had sampled some fine food and tasted some excellent wines. Vicky had stopped drinking about 10 O’clock. She wanted to be sober, ready and able to remember everything that happened that night. I was pleased with myself. I’d been right. Vicky was a major attraction. Her beauty and character just sucked people in. She was destined to be a legend a legend of the ball. At some point I’d absentmindedly started playing with the controls for her hidden vibrator. Her reaction was incredible. She was already aroused by her surroundings. When the vibrating waves hit her she practically fell over one of the banquet tables. As I drove the controls, she lay on the table, convulsing and jerking her body. She was drawing another crowd. Thirty minutes later she’d cum four times. The group around the table were applauding and cheering her on. Finally, the batteries died just as she was building to orgasm number five. When the vibrations in her pelvis stopped she looked up at me like I was the evil school master that had canceled recess. I pointed at the control and shrugged. She collapsed on her back trying to catch her breath. One of the women that had been watching helped Vicky climb off the table an guided her to a ladies room to remove the vibrator. Only minutes later she wasn’t showing a group of lesbians how her dress shifted around to expose her body parts.