New Years Eve Ball. 

Gloria and I both looked hot in our matching micro mini little black dresses. They were held up by thin spaghetti straps and the hem line was a scant four inches below pussy line. The addition of the high heeled black pumps accentuated the shape of our legs.

We were blessed with the one commodity women yearned for a youthful hot body.

The men looked spectacular in their custom made tuxedos. We found out that they were partners in over 20 new car agencies in Michigan and Wisconsin.

They were the guests of the hotel for this weekend. They were high rollers who had neglected their gaming because of two college girls they picked up.

Gloria and I had been in Las Vegas for 4 days now and never placed a bet of any type.

We were doing some serious gambling neither of us had used any protection during any of our sexual exploits. I stopped and thought my vagina had not been used at all since the rape. Jim had used my mouth and anus quite liberally but we never had vaginal sex so far. At 8 pm we departed the suite and headed to the elevator. In the elevator lobby on our floor two men dressed in dark business suits were waiting for the elevator. Their look said it all for us. We were hot.

We arrived at the grand ballroom and were escorted by a maitre d to our table. It was a banquet set up on a platform of some type. The table was set with so much silverware and glassware there was no room for the food.

The centerpiece was gorgeous. A holiday display of green holly and red berries with white snow adorning the petals and leaves. There were three wine glasses along with a water glass and two champagne glasses. It would make a glassmaker orgasm.

The waitress who brought the first wine was one of the tall showgirl types so prevalent in Las Vegas. She just poured white wine from a bottle into each of our glasses.

Gloria and I were seated in the middle of the banquet with the guys next to us on the outside. The waitress winked at me in a knowing way as if I was a working girl hired for the night. I guess our age differences gave that impression.

The head Maitre d came over and shook hands with Jim and Byron calling them Mr. P and Mr. K. In Las Vegas no one addressed gamblers by anything other than the first letter of their last name.

The food and wine started to flow at 10PM it was timed so the desert would be picked up just at 11:50 and then champagne poured for the traditional toast to the new year.

Each course was accompanied by a different wine. I was not much of a drinker. I had a glass of wine occasionally when my parents entertained. I had never been to a bar in California. My first exposure to sitting at a bar was at Cesar’s Palace. 3 days ago. Had it only been three days. So much had happened and so fast I could hardly realize that we arrived in Las Vegas on Thursday afternoon. Since then we had each been raped. I had deep throated a penis for the first time and swallowed cum like an old time whore. I had been sodomized and spanked at my request.

I had climaxed from having my pussy eaten and had fallen totally in love with a 44 year old man.

I didn’t know when the fellows planned on leaving for their homes and if they were married or not. Probably married with a bunch of kids. Gloria and I had planned on leaving on Tuesday Jan 2nd. We had to be back in school on Monday Jan 8th.

No discussion about this had occurred.

I didn’t want to broach the subject nor did Gloria. I knew she was just as smitten with Byron as I was with Jim.

I realized that the closest we came to knowing their last names was the Initials mentioned by the maitre D and who was P and who was K was a mystery and what that initial stood for was still more mysterious.

What difference did it make, we were sex toys for them and they treated us with the greatest respect that we could receive, they demanded nothing and suggested some sexual things but most of the deviations came from Gloria and I. We wanted the experimentation that they willingly provided.

At 2 AM after dancing to a marvelous band and drinking far too much champagne, Jim suggested we call it a night. I could hardly cover my yawn as I nodded OK.

We went up in the elevator the four of us, I lay my head on Jim’s shoulder and he put his arm around me.
When we got home each couple went directly into their respective bedrooms and closed the door. I heard the lock turn on Byron’s room door.

Jim did the same to our door. He came to me and unzipped my dress. I just allowed it to slide down my body and rest around my ankles. He did unfasten my bra and I threw it onto a nearby chair.

The rest was my own problem; I stepped out of my heels and slid my panty hose over my hips. I felt so mature wearing panty hose. Something I never did going to school. I also slid my thong panties off they were jammed into my crevice and I loved that feeling.

Now I was nude in the arms of the man I loved and kissing him gladly. He eased me onto the bed while he disrobed. I said to him, “Jim, please make love to me.” He reached for a rubber and I said, “No lets go bareback I want to feel you inside me.” He said, “Just let’s be careful. I’ll try and pull out and cum on your breasts if I can.” I said, “Just like a porn flick right.” He smiled and said, “No this is for real no acting here on my part.” I said, “Mine either,” He just said, “I know that.”

He stared to masturbate me. I was already wet no need but it sure felt luxurious, He had an educated finger. He slid down and kissed my vaginal lips tenderly before starting that wonderful exploration of my womanhood with his probing tongue.

He was driving me closer to an orgasm with his educated tongue. He knew a woman’s response system quite well.

I was driving my hips upward onto his mouth and he was trying to loose his tongue inside me. He was like a butterfly or hummingbird on my clitoris. Stimulating her without hurting her.

My temperature reached the right level and my nipples hardened that extra inch as my blood surged through my veins and arteries driving me to a maximum explosion.

While I was still surging he mounted me missionary style and with powerful strokes continued my climax until I felt like a limp dishrag.

I was climaxing and climaxing and climaxing. This was outstanding sex. I said, “Roll me over.” Now I was on top and wanted to try something I had seen once on a tape that really excited me. I placed my feet soles flat on the bed on either side of his hips and using only the muscles in my thighs and hips caused my body to raise and lower onto his erection. I started to increase the temp and then I asked him,” Spank my tits,” He was confused I said, “Whip them with your hand back and forth.” Now he caught on to what I wanted and complied. The response from my system was spontaneous I climaxed again for the fifth time this session.

Jim said, “Trish I’m ready to cum.” I said, “OK let me have it.” He said ,”No I don’t want you pregnant.” I said, “OK spoilsport,” and dismounted, however I took him directly into my mouth and started sucking him off to my maximum power. He did not disappoint me as streams of semen erupted into my mouth. Oh I loved the taste of him. I greedily swallowed every drop and then kept sucking until he started to soften. I licked his penis and scrotum and then with an uncontrollable curiosity I let my tongue reach out and touched his anal pucker.

I felt him wince, not from pain the noise that accompanied his wincing motion was pure joy.

He said, “Trish would you do that again?” I thought tom myself, what the hell, I’ll give it a shot.

I reached out with my tongue and tasted his rose bud with the tip. I was prepared for the worst taste imaginable, surprise, surprise it was quite pleasant. It was clean and fresh tasting which was surprising seeing as how we were 6 hours past our last shower. But he went down on me with no reservations and I swallowed his dick the same way.

Now I was curious as to what this adventure would bring. I started to run my tongue up into his anus as far as I could extend it. I wiggled my tongue around trying to see if I could uncover anything distasteful. No all was delicious. Now I rolled him over so he was on his elbows and knees and then brought his legs up under his chest raising his anus to the highest point.

Now that I realized that it was not offensive and it was pleasing Jim greatly, I really got into it and gave it 100% of my effort.

He took my hand and reach it around front and placed his penis in my hand. As I tongue fucked him to the maximum of my ability. For the first time in my life I jerked a man off.

This was so little to do for a man who had bestowed so many pleasures on me over the past few days.
I must have attended to his ass hole for a full hour before my mouth dried up and I had to quit. Jim just couldn’t thank me enough nor heap any greater praise on me. Finally I snuggled up to him and we went to sleep.

The next morning we woke up to the smell of coffee. The hotel had sent up complimentary coffee and Danish to all of the guest who were at the ball last night. The room service staff just let them selves in and set up the coffee and Danish station which also had fresh fruit and juices and tea bags and a small pitcher of milk.

The staff disappeared as quietly and discretely as they had arrived. All four of us were back in our skin costumes sitting around casually just enjoying one another’s company.

Byron asked, “Have you girls done any gambling in Las Vegas?” I said, “No but we all look like we lost the world series of strip poker.”

Byron laughed at that remark and said, “It’s early on Monday morning New Year’s Day I think we should show our faces in the casino they are complementing this stay.”

I asked, “What should we ware?” Jim said, “Las Vegas is a casual town.” Gloria and I chose short shorts and tank tops. I wore flip flops and Gloria wore tennis shoes.

The men each gave us 5 black chips apiece. They were each worth $100. Jim warned me get change and bet small until you know what your doing.

They said, “We’ll meet you at the elevator lobby in 2 hours it’s now noon so we’ll meet at 2 pm.

Gloria and I went to the black jack table the one with the $5.00 minimum bet. We each asked for change of the hundred dollar tip, I received four stacks of five chips each. They were red each denomination had it’s own color, I lost five hands in a row, Gloria lost three but won two. I had seventy five dollars left she had 95 dollars. We each had 4 black chips stashed, I planned on keeping mine, I lost 4 more than won 1 I was down to 55 dollars and decided I didn’t like the game. Gloria won several more chips and was ahead by about 25 dollars. I went to the bar to take a break. A man of about 45 sat next to me and asked, “Did you have a nice time last night?” I said, “Yes where you there?”

He said, “Yes I was and the girl they lent me was not anywhere as beautiful as either of you.” I said, “Thanks, Lent?” He said, “yes a girl who works for the hotel and attends to needs of the high rollers. I’ll certainly request you next time if you give me your name?”

I said, “Sorry to disillusion you but I don’t work for the hotel.” He said, “Are you an independent?” I went on, “I’m confused do you think I’m a prostitute?” he went on, “I don’t think you girls were out with your Dad’s.” I said, “No actually those guys are gigolos and we rented them for the night,”

The stranger said, “I love your sense of humor. Could I rent your company for a few hours?” I asked, “for what sex?” he said, “That would be wonderful.”

I said, “Sorry but you’re wrong. I am not a hooker nor is my girlfriend. We’re just a couple of college girls here for the holiday.” The man said, “I think I could support a semester or two if you’d let me use your body.”

I said, “I’m flattered but I have to say no thank you.” I looked at my watch it was 5 minutes to two and I looked at the table where Gloria had been and she was gone. I excused myself and headed to our rendezvous point.
Gloria was there along with Jim and Byron. I was the last to arrive but I was not late. The men suggested we have lunch. While we were sitting at the table I recounted my meeting at the bar with the strange man. Jim explained it was not uncommon for strip hotels to entice high rollers to stay at their hotels by providing beautiful women as escorts.

I told Jim, the man offered to pay my tuition for the next semester if I could get Gloria to put on a show for him. I asked what did he mean by a show. Jim explained that men sometimes liked to watch two beautiful girls make love to one another.

I asked, “You mean have sex together like lesbians?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “I don’t think Gloria and I would ever do that.” Jim said, “I didn’t think you would but if you ever do Byron and I want to watch.”

Gloria said, “Hey Trish, I’d like to try that sometime.” I asked her, “Would you?” She said, “I’ve thought about it a lot even before we came to Vegas.” She went on, “Sometimes you just turn me on.” I said, “I thought about also but only with you.” Jim and Byron were hanging onto the edges of their seats waiting for one of us to make a move on the other.

Gloria asked, “Trish, want to try it?” I said, “Maybe sometime.” Jim spoke up and asked, “Have you girls ever been to an adult toy shop?” I asked, “What is that?” Jim explained, “It is a very upscale shop where they offer sexy lingerie items and all types of sexual stimulation devices, including things like dildos, vibrators, clamps and rings and jewelry. Punishment devices and stimulation tools.”

Gloria asked, “Is there one nearby?” This time Byron took over and said, “There is an “F” Street book store downtown. The hotel limo could take us and bring us back.”

I said, “Let’s drive in my car that way we can talk more freely if we see something we want to discuss.”
Jim said, “Great idea.” We asked for a phone and the waiter brought one to our table. I called the valet and read them my parking ticket number. The attendant said, “15 minutes at the front door.”

We finished our lunch and Byron signed the check. We walked to the front door of the hotel just as my red mustang convertible was pulling up. I asked, “Please lower the top.” The attendant did, it was a marvelous day. I asked, “Who knows exactly where this place is?” Byron said, “I do.” I told him, “You drive.”

Jim and I got in the back seat. Gloria rode shotgun as was fitting with her man driving. It only took 20 minutes or so and we pulled into a small shopping center and parked.

The placard on the door read “Nevada state law prohibits any under 18 from entering these premises. Positive identification will be required for purchases.

At least Gloria and I were legal. Strange how the law condoned sex and nudity and other things at 18, but we couldn’t drink or gamble.

We walked into the store and it was spectacular. Well lighted, beautifully merchandised, there were mannequins wearing the most exotic nightgowns and teddies, G-strings and thongs. There lingerie rivaled Frederick’s of Hollywood.

End of Las Vegas Kinky Sex Adventure – Chapter 7

To Be Continued…
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