by Vikki Williams
Las Vegas
We were determined that we could change and sleep in the car if we had to. The hotels all had nice spas that we could use to shower in if need be.
We cruised into Las Vegas at 5:45 PM on Friday evening and the town was jumping. First stop for us was Cesar’s Palace. I had heard so much about it and had never been here before.
We locked our bags in the trunk and let the valet park for us. We walked in and it was wall to wall people. We were dressed in smart slack outfits and noted that any type of clothing style went here.
We made our way to a bar and sat. We each ordered a rum and coke. Very shortly a man about 45 sat next to me and asked, “Are you local?” I said, “No, LA.” He said, “Oh sorry thought you might be local.” I said, “What’s so important about local?” He said, “Well if a couple of hot cuties like you are local you would probably be working girls.”
I said, “Well were not,” He said, “Cool” and moved on to another woman sitting alone 4 stools away. Three minutes of conversation and they got up and headed toward the elevators together.
We needed to be careful. A young guy maybe 25 sat next to me next and asked, “Are you with the group?” I asked, “What group?” he said, “A bunch of us from ASU drove in from Phoenix and are set to party hardy. I didn’t recognize you but you look like cool seniors.”
I said, “We are but a different school.” He asked, “which one?’ I said, “UCLA.” He said, “Oh cool. Are you staying here?” I said, “I’m not sure yet.” He asked, “No reservation?” I said, “No but we’ll find a motel close by.” He said, “Not this weekend even the truck stops are sold out.”
He said, “Tell you what my dad is a high roller here and got me this comp suite for the weekend. Come on up and let me show you this mausoleum and see if you want to bunk with me.”
I looked at Gloria and she as usual shrugged and left it up to me. I got up off my stool and said, “Show us.” His name was Bernie Feldman and he signed my bar check. He said, “I’m comp all the way, food, booze, room, It’s call RFB VIP the only thing I have to pay for is extra tips and gift shop stuff. Plus gambling of course.”
Even the food checks are tipped for me. I said, “Wow, what does your dad do?” He said, “Oh he’s a Senator.” I said, “I’m impressed.”
He led us to the elevator and he had a key that he inserted into the appropriate floor. He explained no one can get to the VIP floor without an elevator key. I said, “Well then how would we bunk with you if we decided too?” He said, “Oh I have 4 more keys.”
He opened the door and we walked into a small living room. It had a spiral staircase winding down to a lower floor. There was a full sized Jacuzzi in the middle of the living room. There was also lots of nice plush furniture arranged around and a full sized fully stocked wet bar.
There was a dinning room table for 8 people and a small gym with a stationary bike and elliptical device.
Wow this was plush. He said, “There are four bedrooms, one can be yours.” I said, “No strings?” He said, “Honey pussy is so free in this town who needs strings.”
I said, “Very generous.” He said, “There are 6 other guys bunking in here 3 to a bedroom. I can’t speak for them but they are so busy getting laid that they may not even notice you are here.”
He said, “I have the master bedroom all, to myself and I want it that way. If you get horny look me up if not score on your own. Plenty of fresh young studs here this weekend.”
I said, “We will need to get our bags out of the car.” He said, “Give me your keys and claim check.” He spoke into the phone and twenty minutes later a bell hop was at the door. He gave him the key and ticket and a ten dollar bill and the boy ran off.
It didn’t take long and he was back with the bags and said, “I dumped the cooler. We can ice it up for you when your ready to leave,” He said, “Here is the claim check for your car it’s now in the garage under room 4500. When you want it just call and it will be ready for you.”
Bernie said, “One house rule. No clothes in the Jacuzzi and everyone gets to watch if they want too.”
I said, “OK that sounds fair. I want to watch you.” He said, “Cool, and stripped right there in the living room and climbed into the Jacuzzi He said, “Come on don’t be bashful.”
We both wasted no time in joining him we were hot and sweaty from the drive and the Jacuzzi was a luxury that we could not pass up. Bernie said, “Nice bodies ladies.” I had looked him over when he stripped and he was buffed out and hung like a small donkey.
I said, “You look pretty good yourself.” Just then the door to the apartment sprung open and 4 guys and two girls came in. One of the boys said, “Bernie has fresh meat.”
All of a sudden 6 more naked bodies were in the Jacuzzi with us. There still was room for another half dozen.
This was a wild college bunch. They were here for fun. So were we, but we wanted to do it at our own pace.
One of the new boys was snuggling up to me. He was like an octopus all hands and arms. He was touching me everywhere and I was getting pissed.
Finally I said, “If you don’t lay off I’m going to smack you.” He said, “Oh good, I love a good fight.”
I hauled off and smacked him in the mouth. I swatted him open handed. He hit me with a right hook that knocked my head back and blood gushed from my mouth. He jumped out of the tub and grabbed my hair and drug me out after him.
He drug me into another room and two of the other boys rushed in with him.
They flung me on the bed and the boys grabbed several neckties and tied my wrists to the bed posts. They also secured my ankles to the foot rests on the bed. I was spread eagled with three naked men with very distinct erections staring at me.
Gloria burst into the room followed by another boy and Bernie. The two girls were coming also. Gloria jumped on my attacker and he knocked her flat on her back. The other boys grabbed her and threw her over the back of an easy chair and tied her hands and feet to the chair legs.
The boy who started the mess by hitting me yelled. Gang Bang, Gang Bang. He hopped onto the bed and placed himself between my legs. I was no virgin but I was not a slut either.
He at least grabbed a jar of Vaseline and lubed his erection liberally before slamming into me.
He was screaming at me. Fuck back bitch or I’ll fucking kill you. I was laying there doing nothing except try and fight him off.
He grabbed a plastic garbage bag and placed it over my face and yelled at me fuck your way out of that.
I couldn’t help myself my body was fighting desperately to get him off so I could breathe again. He was yelling that’s it baby fuck away. I was loosing consciousness when he yanked the plastic bag off my face.
He yelled at me you better keep fucking or I’ll strangle you next time. I had no choice I started to drive my hips up at him and I felt him scream Cumming as he ejaculated into me. He jumped off and yelled next. Another boy took his place and entered me with no difficulty. I was saturated with Vaseline and semen from my recent encounter.
I heard Gloria scream an agonizing scream from the chair she was turned over as one of the other boys was sodomizing her.
I know I had never had anal sex and I was sure that Gloria had just lost her anal virginity.
I really had more than my hands full as I was dealing with my second rapist. I was crying not because of pain but because I was being violated.
Gloria was screaming in real pain. I thought to myself and was embarrassed by my thoughts. I was just glad it was her and not me.
I was raped six times as was Gloria my only advantage I was used vaginally and she was used anally.
The only boy that had not taken part was Bernie. Finally the other boys dressed and left. Bernie untied us and helped us recover.
I said, “I’m going to call the police.” Bernie said, “Won’t do you any good.” I said, “What do you mean.” He said, “You are not registered here in the hotel. As far as the police are concerned you are prostitutes here from California. You are not registered at any hotel in Las Vegas. You’re just hookers working the strip. He went on, “You’re welcome to stay here but I would suggest that you pack and move on.”
I said to Gloria, “Let’s get our stuff and call for the car.” Gloria was walking funny. She was in real discomfort. I asked her how she felt. “She said, I hated every minute of it. The pain was unreal but funny thing at the end it was enjoyable.”
We got our things and went down to get our car. It was already midnight and I was bushed.
We tried to find a hotel room without success. Finally we pulled into the mobile home lot at Circus Circus and parked in the least conspicuous spot we could find.
About 3 AM a hard pounding on the car window woke us. It was the security for the hotel. They asked if we had a permit to park here, Of course we didn’t so they took us in hand cuffs into the hotel security office.
The officer on duty asked, “What do we have here?” The arresting officers said, “Two bimbo’s sleeping in a car in the mobile home lot.”
He said, “They using junk?” Officer A responded, “Don’t know?” He said, “Throw them in a cell and call Maria.” They locked us in a cell with the cuffs still on. One of the officers said, “Back up to the bars and I’ll unlock your cuffs.”
He did as said and we were able to rub our wrists to restore circulation. Maria showed up. She was a large female police officer. She asked “Were they searched?” The officer said, “No.” She looked at us and said, “OK girls strip.” I asked, “Why?” She said, “Because I said so. Now we can do it the easy way or the hard way. You strip or I call in a few guys and let them strip you.”
Maria said, “Get the boys in here they will want to see this.”
There were four other officers in the jail area and they all came in to the cell area. Maria said, “Now strip.” I did as I was told. Gloria also striped without complaint. Maria placed a rubber glove on each hand and said. “OK boys a cavity search is in order.” She opened the cell door and came in. I started to resist and she yelled cuffs. One of the officers came in and cuffed me. Maria said, “No overhead.”
There were bars running across the ceiling of the cell, I was placed on a stool and the cuffs were placed on my wrists and locked onto the overhead bars.
The stool was removed and I was hung with my feet about 7 inches above the floor. The cuffs were cutting into my wrists and the stress on my shoulders was intense.
Maria approached me and placed her gloved hand between my legs. She toyed with me one finger at a time until she had inserted three fingers and was searching inside me as if looking for something.
The men were standing by cheering and calling fist, fist, fist. I felt her slide in a forth finger and start to use her hand as a spear as she drove deeper and deeper into me. I felt her slide her thumb into the palm of her hand as she drove her hand harder and deeper inside my vagina. I hung there helplessly as she continued to abuse me. The men were chanting faster and louder now, “fist, fist, fist.” All at once I felt an intrusion into my vagina and realized she had driven her whole hand into my cavity.
It was not painful but very uncomfortable and crowded. I felt her make a fist of her hand inside me and start driving in and out of my vagina. The louder I screamed the faster she drove her fist. Now she was sitting on the stool with her fist driving in and out of me. I was slowing building toward climax even though I did not want to climax at her insistence. Biologically I was being driven over the brink. All at once I exploded in a gusher of climax as my nectar escaped and ran over my inner thighs. Maria said, “Good girl.” Then she said to the officers, “prepare the other one for the same thing.”
Gloria was screaming and kicking as the officers cuffed and hung her as they had done me.
Maria was a lesbian sadist and enjoyed fisting me as much as a good lobster dinner
Gloria was now her victim as Maria changed surgical gloves.
End of Las Vegas Kinky Sex Adventure – Chapter 2
To Be Continued…
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