The Vegas Adventure Ch. 14-17

He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and with his hands shaking in anticipation he walks over to help the lovely damsel in distress. His erection is clearly visible in his pants and he makes no effort to conceal it. He approaches her cautiously and he's obviously not quite sure what to do. De Ann looks into his eyes and smiles while licking her lips seductively. She looks down to watch what he's doing and her pony tail falls forward and touches his hand. He gasps in surprise but wastes no time taking the cloth and gently rubbing her nipple in a futile attempt to remove the wet spot. De Ann's nipple hardens even more under the touch of his fingers and she whispers to him that she likes what he's doing. He's standing in front of her and without the newspaper to cover him she can see a big wet spot in the front of his pants. De Ann is surprised to find that it turns her on to know that watching her has excited him so much. She looks at the spot on his pants, then she looks right into his eyes and he blushes. She thanks him for helping her clean up and he sits back down, shaking rather dramatically.

The determined housewife looks around again to make sure that they're still alone and she puts her foot back up on the bench and opens her legs even wider than before. He puts the newspaper back in his lap and starts rubbing his hard cock even more intently than before as he continues to stare at her glistening shaved pussy. By now she's watching him just as intently as he's watching her. She reaches down between her legs and slides two fingers into her dripping pussy, when they're coated with her cream she brings them to her mouth and licks and sucks them while she stares into his eyes.

De Ann's admirer is going crazy rubbing his hard cock through his pants and she can tell that he's probably going to cum soon, but she has one last surprise for him. She takes the crotchless panties out of her purse, slides them under her skirt and begins rubbing them on her exposed pussy, getting them all wet with her juices. She can't believe how naughty she's being ... and then she has an even better idea. Slowly she begins poking her panties into her pussy with the tip of her finger. Her admirer's eyes go wide and he begins stroking his cock harder under the newspaper. She continues pushing her panties into her bald pussy until they're completely hidden from view and then she looks right in his eyes and gives him a huge smile. He can't believe what she's doing, but she's got one last surprise for him. Ever so slowly she slides the panties out of her pussy. Inch by inch, they're dripping wet and she brings them to her face and inhales deeply, smiling at him as she does.

He's going crazy rubbing his cock with one hand while trying to hold the newspaper with the other hand. Suddenly, to his complete surprise, De Ann tosses her wet panties into his lap. He's startled at first and has to stop stroking himself while he grabs her panties, but he hardly misses a beat as he quickly brings them to his face and inhales the sweet scent of her pussy. Her hands go back under her skirt and she begins stroking her clit with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other. She can tell that they're both about to cum.

She looks around one final time to insure that they're still the only people in the immediate area. He never takes his eyes off her hairless pussy and her dancing fingers.

By now he's so horny that discretion is a thought from the past and she sees him unzip his pants under the newspaper and now she can see his cock . With his other hand he slips her panties under the paper and wraps them around his cock and continues stroking it harder and faster. They're staring into each other's eyes now, both on the verge of cumming.

His eyes alternate between staring into her hazel eyes, and staring at her shaved, wet pussy as her fingers perform their magic.

De Ann's eyes are glued to her wet panties wrapped around his hard cock while his hand pumps furiously. She's so excited and she can't wait to see his cum shoot all over her panties.

Suddenly she watches his legs become very rigid and his eyes seem to glaze over. His face contorts and she can see the head of his cock visibly growing in size. She knows he's about to cum and she feels some dark need to watch. She tickles her clit with her left hand while she continues to plunge two fingers of her right hand deeper into her pussy. She's so wet that she can hear her fingers making slurping sounds as she pumps them in and out of her totally exposed shaved pussy.

As soon as the head of his cock begins to bulge, signaling his impending orgasm, he unwraps De Ann's panties from his cock and holds them in his left hand. Without missing a stroke he continues pumping with his right hand but now he's holding her panties right in front of his cock, about two inches away. She realizes that he's doing this so that he can shoot all his hot cum right onto her panties and not miss a drop. This excites De Ann even more and she can't take her eyes off her panties and his cock as she builds toward the orgasm that has escaped her all day.

The speed of his strokes slows now, but the intensity increases and she knows he's going to cum. She can see the precum dripping from the tip of his cock and with each stroke his hand smears it all the way from the head to his balls, lubricating the shaft. His strokes are slow and deep. His thumb and index finger are wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking slowly from the base, up his thick shaft, stopping just under the head where they seem to linger momentarily before reversing direction. With every stroke the head of his cock swells even more.

De Ann knows she's finally going to orgasm and she can't wait to see his cum shoot all over her panties. Her fingers plunge even more furiously in and out of her dripping pussy, and she adjust the rhythm of her fingers to match his powerful strokes.

De Ann can't help but think to herself that this is the wildest thing she's ever done. She can't believe she's sitting on a bench in a semi-secluded corner of a major shopping mall masturbating her freshly shaved pussy in front of a man she's never met. He's about to cum on her panties. She should look around to make sure that no one is watching them, but she doesn't want to take her eyes off his hands.

His eyes start to close, but he fights the urge and forces them open as he starts to cum. De Ann can see it almost as though it were in slow motion. The noose created by his thumb and index finger tightens and strokes up under the bulbous head, and just as his fingers start back down, the first shot of cum explodes from the head of his cock.

It lands right on her panties and she start to cum with him.

Instantly, the tingling sensation in her pussy that has been building all day turns into the first wave of a massive orgasm. She has to fight the urge to close her eyes. But she wants to watch him shoot his hot cum all over her panties.

Another slow, powerful stroke of his fingers and he shoots another huge shot of thick white cum. Again she watches it land right on her panties and her pussy throbs as a second wave of orgasm washes over her.

It's all she can do not to scream out loud, but somehow she manages to control herself and hardly any sound escapes her lips. Her fingers are drenched with her pussy juice and she can feel a small stream running down over her asshole and onto her skirt. Slowly she removes her dripping fingers from her pussy and she smears her juices all around her lips and her hairless mound, until her entire crotch is wet and glistening.

Her eyes are still glued to his beautiful cock as another blast of cum drenches her panties for a third time and she plunges her fingers back into her pussy as her orgasm continues.

His aim is perfect. With every up and down stroke of his hand, another shot of cum lands on her panties. Her eyes never leave his cock and as each shot of his cum soaks her panties, she feels another shudder of orgasm surge through her hungry pussy.

Slowly the intense waves of pleasure subsided and are gradually replaced by a warm, glowing, tingling sensation between her legs, followed by a slow return to reality.

Suddenly they are both conscious of their surroundings again and they quickly attempt to straighten themselves up. De Ann smooths her hair, straightens her skirt, and pulls up her stockings and she looks relatively normal again. He discretely pushes his cock back into his pants and zips them up and if it weren't for the fact that he's holding a pair of crotchless panties, covered in cum in one hand, he'd actually look pretty normal too. He looks at the sexy housewife very appreciatively but not knowing quite what to do with her panties, he tentatively hands them back to her.

De Ann smiled a crimson smile as she took her panties from his hand. They're soaked with his cum. And with that, he turned and walked away.

Ashley quickly stowed the camcorder in her sister's bag as her and Stacy gathered their pet.

"Ohmigod," Stacy cooed, "I had no idea what a total skank you were."

As her words cut through her, De Ann's head sank into her heaving chest. The girls had carefully timed the day's events, and knew that if they left the mall now, and drove quickly back home, they'd have about a half hour before the kids were due home from school.

"Wow that was hot" Ashley whispered to her older sis.

"You think that was hot? I can't wait until you see what I've got in store for Auntie Slut and Uncle Trent tonight," Stacy ecstatically replied.

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Candice had come by De Ann's house not once, not twice but three times to find her not at home that day. On the third visit, she naturally let herself in the house with the key that De Ann had given her friend long before all this hypnosis stuff happened. On the pretense that something was wrong with De Ann, Candice checked in every room and did not find her pretty little pet. What was most disturbing was that De Ann had not taken her cell phone with her that day. Candice had even gone as far as calling it – only to hear it ringing in the phone battery charger on the shelf next to the monthly bills and discarded newspapers. De Ann was no where to be found, and Candice had such plans for her obedient pet that day. The built up frustration that Candice experienced was then passed along to Raven who tried to settle her apprentice down.

"We don't get to have our pet all the time – but I agree we should punish her for leaving and not telling you or I where she was going, or what she was doing. I have an idea that will be amusing as much for De Ann as it will be for you and me. I think that you should get what you have been after all this time – Trent – her fine 'little' husband, and I think I have just the way to do it." Raven told Candice on the phone.

"What – What do you have planned?" Candice eagerly asked.

"There is someone I think she should meet. I know just how to get her all excited and be our willing playmate. You can tell her that she needs to come with you to workout tomorrow morning, and I will have my plan in action by then. Remember, if she refuses you, just use the trigger phrase to make her obey." Raven explained.

Candice left the house, but pinned a note outside on the door "DE – CALL ME – 555-1122 WHEN YOU RETURN"

Chapter 17 *** Trent's painful Blowjob ***

De Ann didn't say anything on the way home from the mall. Everyone saw the note attached to the door as they got home, and De Ann called her close friend and neighbor before fixing dinner.

Candice started to complain about De Ann's absence, but De Ann only apologized and explained that her nieces were in town and that she had to spend time with them. Upon which Candice explained to her hypnotized pet "Pumpkin pussy eater– you need to go to the gym to work out tomorrow morning after getting the kids off to school and Trent off to work. If the nieces try to stop you, you will tell them to enjoy the morning – insist you have to stay in shape!"

De Ann replied into the phone "Yes Mistress Candice!"

Between today with the teens, and Candice giving orders for the morning, she began to prepare dinner for her family but had a hard time focusing on the task at hand. When Trent came up behind her and slid his hands around her waist, it startled her to the point that she nearly burned herself on the stove.

"Damn, sweetness, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Trent sincerely offered his distressed wife.

Trying to compose herself, De Ann did her best to assure her husband. "Oh, Trent, I'm sorry I was just lost in thought that's all."

"Is everything okay? Anything we need to talk about?" Trent had noticed that De Ann's behavior had been getting more erratic all the time.

Pulling herself together, De Ann kissed her husband on the cheek and gave him a big hug. "Everything's fine Trent. Now, why don't you go upstairs to the game room and watch a little TV while I get dinner together."

"If you say so darling, just give me a holler when dinners ready." Trent offered as he made his way upstairs.

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"Your not going to hurt him too bad, are you sis?" Ashley asked her older sister.

"Now you know me, I'm going to have some fun and he'll survive. You just keep an eye on De Ann and the kids and keep them downstairs." Stacy instructed as she winked at her younger sister.

Ashley stomped her foot and let out a whine befitting a spoiled little girl, "Why do you always get to have all the fun?"

"Cause if you setup the camcorder like I told you too, we will both be able to use either Aunt De Ann or Uncle Trent as our personal play toys anytime we want." Stacy giggled as she thought about what was in store for Trent. Stacy pushed up her breasts in the confining t-shirt and made sure she looked just provocative enough to seduce the husband of the house.

"Yes, everything is taken care of; just make sure he's sitting on the couch in his usual spot and the camera will record everything." Ashley assured her.

"No problemo sis, I'll nail him to the spot if I have to." Stacy countered as she swung her shapely ass back and forth while she climbed the stairs leading to the game room.

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"Hi Trent, watcha doing?" Stacy cooed as she jovially skipped into the upstairs game room.

Trent tried to keep his focus on the football highlight flashing on the TV in front of him. But, despite the fact that Trent dearly loved his wife, he still couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the female form, even in his teenage niece. He felt like a bit of a letch, ogling her while she sat down opposite him on a recliner, but that didn't stop his eyes from wandering.

"Nothing much, just watching ESPN. De Ann told me that you guys went shopping today. Did you have a good time?" Trent answered as he tried his best to keep his eyes on the screen.

Stacy giggled before playfully responding, "OhMiGod, we had such a great time at the mall. We found the absolute cutest outfit for Aunt De Ann. You'll absolutely die when you see it."

"Speaking of De Ann, were is she anyways." Trent queried just trying to make conversation as his eyes slowly started to betray him.

Sensing Trent's apprehension, Stacy made a point of looking out the window so that her uncle could gaze upon her unimpeded. "Aunt De and Ash are downstairs cooking dinner. They said they would be awhile and that I should come up here and keep you company because it might be awhile. I hope you don't mind?" Stacy was like a spider, inviting her prey to buzz around her web. Only this web was what Stacy was wearing, attracting the male form in its simplest tactic.

Trent couldn't help but notice the skin tight t-shirt Stacy was wearing. She filled it out quite nicely. Her breasts were not overly big, but definitely larger than most of the girls her age. He could tell they were firm as hell, a nice handful each. Trent could also detect slight shadows right about where each nipple would be, and figured she wasn't wearing a bra. Below the waist, Stacy wore a tight denim skirt, and on her feet, delicious little white sandals. One leg was crossed over the over, bobbing up and down unconsciously. Her toenails were red. Her light brown hair was pulled back with a scrunchy into a ponytail. She had large brown eyes, and long lashes that she knew how to use to get anything her heart desired.

Stacy picked up a magazine off the coffee table and pretended to be oblivious to her uncle's attention. Trent pretended to be watching TV, but really he just feasted his eyes on her delightfully nubile teenaged body. His eyes burned holes in that stretched t-shirt, and at the dark space where the hem of her skirt met her crossed thighs, trying to get a glimpse of the panties that were concealed just a couple of inches higher.

Wanting to reel in her prey, Stacy slowly uncrossed her long legs. She sat both feet firmly on the floor, almost a foot apart and almost nonchalantly slowly spread her knees, as if she didn't realize what she was doing. Suddenly, Trent could see right up her skirt and he could see the little white panties she wore, the fabric at the crotch that covered her tight little pussy.

"God almighty! What a view!" Trent thought to himself as he considered that he was a happily married man and father and here he was staring at this little schoolgirl's panties, and loving it. Trent thought he could see the puffy lips that parted between the crack of her pussy as the white panties had ridden up on the young girl. He felt his cock springing to life as his eyes gazed upon the swell of her breasts and the womanly shapeliness of her legs. In his view at 19 she was, of course, just over being a minor, illegal, jailbait, and above all family but hey, he wasn't going to fuck her. Trent was just going to look at her. No harm in that, right?

Trent glanced around, and realized that the way they were positioned in the room, no one coming up the stairs could see what he was seeing, nor could they watch him peeping. So he relaxed and enjoyed the view. After a couple of minutes, he thought he saw her glance up from her magazine and look at him, but he couldn't be sure. A few seconds later, though, she scrunched down into her seat a couple of inches, which caused the skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing more of her tanned thighs to his hungry gaze. Yes, he could see how the panties tightly covered her pouting pussy lips, and he just gazed between her luscious thighs and wished he could cram his tongue in there and lick her until she climaxed.

Trent's heart was pounding, but the show was just starting. Stacy reached over to the backpack and pulled out a Tootsie Roll pop. She unwrapped the sucker, dropped the wrapper into her bag, and then slowly brought the sucker to her mouth. Trent was hypnotized. His eyes were probably bulging. Instead of just popping the lollipop into her mouth like he expected her to, she brought it up to an inch in front of her mouth, stuck out her little pink tongue, and took a long lick. Then she took another lick, and another, swiping her tongue along the round hard surface of the sucker. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

Jesus, he had a hard-on. It felt like he had a crowbar in his pants. 'Was she doing this on purpose, teasing me? It was hard to believe a youngster like this, would deliberately tease a middle-aged relative. But how else to account for the panty peek, which seemed more and more obvious all the time, and the sucker show bored on obscene?' Trent thought to himself as he pondered what to do, or not to do. Meanwhile his eyes darted up and down, watching Stacy's mouth as she sensuously licked the sucker, then staring at her exposed panties. His dick seemed to be throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

Stacy's combination of innocent appearance and lewd licking was the biggest turn-on Trent had ever seen. But while he may enjoy looking, he was not about to approach her, not with his wife downstairs, not ever. She'd probably start screaming or something anyways. He pretended to watch ESPN, glancing out of the corner of his eyes, while Little Miss Mouth licked and licked and licked.