Vegas Week

"Would you take my husband a towel, please" and kept walking as I stood there naked, spent. The maid looked from Elle toward our door, grabbed a hand towel and walked down the hall into our suite. She silently handed me the towel, took a nice long look at my now re-hardening cock and then turned and left, shutting the door behind her. And we had been in Las Vegas less than an hour.

I took a long shower which included jacking off while re-living the scene from earlier, then I checked email, and finally called the Concierge for recommendations for dinner. Then I thought what the hell? I texted the number that Denise the flight attendant had given me:

Hi, Henry Loring from the flight today. What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?

Hi, yourself, laying by the pool, unless you have a better idea 

How about I take you to lunch and then we'll decide about lying by the pool or something else?

Come on over, around 1:00 tomorrow. Are you bringing your girlfriend? Hahaha

No, she has a conference; I'm all yours, H

Oh, you better believe you are. D

Okay, Elle told me to step up to the plate, I had. I glanced at the clock, wow; it was now 6:00pm, Vegas time. I called Elle's cellphone. She answered on the 4th ring and said, "Come downstairs...I met some people and you should join us. I'm at that cigar bar you like so much, I'm smoking one right now!"

Wow, I thought, she's wasting no time on adventures...I'd better get down there quickly. I threw on some black slacks and a grey dress shirt and headed down. That same maid was working on the rooms at the other end of the hallway; she just smiled at me as I passed.

It takes a while in any Vegas hotel to get to the elevator on your floor, and then once you get to the main floor, you have to make your way across a massive casino floor to get anywhere, but Caesars' is huge. It literally took me 20 minutes to get to the Forum shops and another 10 minutes to get to the Cigar Bar. Considering that it took me about 15 minutes to get dressed... it was a while before I showed up.

Elle was sitting at a table just outside the cigar bar. She was sitting with four other people, three men and one woman. Here's how Elle later described the meeting with the four:

Elle's Story

So I walked down to the Forum to buy some hot, slutty clothes, to wear for you around Vegas and after buying a few things I ended up in this one shop; I tried on this dress; you'll love it when I model it for you. As I came out of the dressing room the three guys were standing there, they were buddies in Vegas for a bachelor party, Dom, Michael and Vincent.

Dom was the groom to be, 6 foot, muscled, balding on top, late 30's, definitely the alpha male; Michael was Dom's baby brother, 29-30ish, 6'2" built like the construction worker he said he was; and Vincent, Dom's best friend who was 5'10' obviously a former jock with now a little bit extra covering the muscles. Dom was hairy; if he were a gay man they would have called him a bear. All three guys started clapping for me when I came out wearing this dress.

They told me how good I looked and asked who was lucky enough to be my man. I told them that you were upstairs and you were going to meet me in about an hour or so for dinner. Then this woman came out of the second dressing room with platinum blonde hair, 5'3"without the 5 inch heels she was wearing. I loved the dress she had on, what there was of it...her name was Luna and she was the bride to be.

She was built similar to me, fit, yet feminine and beautiful. We could have been sisters except for the hair color and Luna's tan which was much darker than mine. (Elle could tan, a little, but her Scottish-Irish skin couldn't take the sun to the extent that Luna's, or the men with her, could.)

I decided, then and there, that unless Michael was gay I was going to fuck him. He was just the type I liked... short hair, big, powerful looking. He was almost too pretty, which is not a turn on for me, usually, but he was kind of dumb...I like that in my big men. (She then smiled and whispered to me that I was the exception to the dumb rule.)

Elle said she and Luna bought the dresses they were wearing and the ones the other woman wore, as well. They then invited Elle to join them for a drink. Elle said she had to go to the Cigar bar and pick out a cigar for me so I could smoke it during the round of golf I was going to play, later this week, at the Wynn. Hearing about a cigar bar at Caesar's the foursome asked if they could come along. Elle said sure.

"Honey this is Dom, Michael, Vincent and Luna! Guys, and Gal, this is my husband Henry." Elle, stood up, slightly wobbly, I assume from the huge martini at her seat. She kissed me, a short kiss but a good one, and then whispered in my ear, "I want Michael...can I have him daddy?"

Daddy is the name I get called when Elle is on fire. I smiled, looked into her eyes and whispered, "Why not?" She stopped smiling and gave me that new, I'm thinking something through look again, and then click! She was back in form, "Dom! Henry likes scotch too, single malt." Dom said "Great" and pulled a chair out for me. Elle looked up at me and I guided her back to the table she was sharing with Michael and Vincent, and I plopped down at the table Dom and Luna were at.

Dom was great to talk with, he was bright, witty and a man's man. Elle leaned over and said at one point, "I knew you guys would like each other!" she was right, I liked all of them, I invited Dom to play golf later in the week if as he was staying the whole week. Michael was staying through tomorrow night and Vincent was leaving tomorrow afternoon. Luna was staying with her fiancé. Vincent was hilarious, telling stories about their growing up in Queens. Luna was quiet, sweet and definitely in love with her man. It was nice to see.

Michael was nice, not too bright, but I liked him, even though he sat there stealing glances at what Elle was wearing, or not wearing, so to speak. It was a dark blue suede dress. It was short, about mid-thigh but had no sides. There were ties, like on bikinis on both sides, below the breasts and at the hips. In essence, it was a sideless poncho that you could tie together. This was definitely a go without underwear outfit. Of course with Elle's enhanced chest, she was showing a LOT of side cleavage. Trust me, I had no complaints.

Luna was wearing almost the exact same dress, in red. Her chest looked nearly the same size as Elle's....

Dom and Luna were going to see the newest Cirque de Soleil show, Michael and Vincent were going to the Playboy Club at the Palms and Elle and I needed to get going for our reservations and Wolfgang Puck's newest Vegas restaurant.

I exchanged cell phone numbers with each of the guys, Luna and Elle exchanged numbers and we split up.

Dinner was great, Elle had a wonderful time...Ms. Fitness even had part of a slice of my cheesecake although she promised to work it off in the morning. I told her she should sleep in, as her first session at the conference wasn't until 1:00 tomorrow.

Elle caught me on my cell phone when she came back from the ladies room, "No emails after 5:00! You promised!" she said half sternly.

"I'm just sending a text, to someone." I said.

"Flight attendant?" She asked with a big smile.

"Let's say that I'm stepping up..." I smirked. Elle, who had been standing next to my chair, leaned over and kissed me. As she stood I noticed that the act of bending over had caused her side cleavage, as I like to call it, to become full exposure of her breasts. I noticed that the man at the table to the right of where she was standing was getting a great view of her right breast and nipple ring.

Elle came and sat down, and looking me squarely in the eyes said: "Okay, Mr. Loring, I need some serious fucking...are you going to make that happen?"

"The bill is paid," I stood up, "Let's get to the sex part of this evening's entertainment." I let Elle pass in front of me and I enjoyed the view of the back of that dress, flapping up as she really worked that walk out of the restaurant.

At one point she stopped and twirled around to wink at me, causing the back to flip up and expose her right buttock. I thought to myself that tonight was going to be good....

As we got out of the cab we were both hit by the still steamy heat; we walked through the lobby and took the elevator to our floor. As we walked to the room, Elle began to undress the ties holding her dress together....

Just a few doors before our suite; she flipped the dress/poncho over her head and tossed it behind her toward me. Of course, one of the last doors before our suite, opened and a couple of those conventioneer types stepped out, laughing, right in front of the very naked Elle. Both men froze immediately; the second man out of the room dropped his plastic beer cup, which hit the carpeting with a soft splash of beer.

Elle stopped between them and looked at the man who had dropped his beer, "I'm sorry," she cooed, and continued on her way. Immediately, the first guy turns around and says to me, as I pass between the two of them: "You are the MAN, dude!" I caught up to Elle waiting at our door, she turned around to them and said: "If he's the man, what the fuck am I?" with her trademark smirk.

I opened the door and whispered, "Every little boy's dream, and few little girl's too..." She stood there, hands on hips, looking at them, a single pose that no Vegas, Atlanta or Dallas stripper could improve on. They stood there staring at this naked Jessica Rabbit come to life, I laughed, took her wrist and pulled her inside and closed the door.

I love when she shows off, but I didn't have a lot of time. I tossed her dress on the bed in the main bedroom and walked her directly into the master bath. She was naked except for some pearls necklace and earrings and the blue pumps. I turned on the shower next to the Jacuzzi and started taking my clothes off. She stood there staring at me, I asked her if she wanted a drink, "No, I want to fuck...."

"Lose the heels and come here...now." I growled.

She didn't move, "I thought you liked heels...daddy."

I walked over to her, naked, already hard from all her teasing of me and everyone else's, today, I snatched her up in my arms and she laughed that throaty, grown up laugh that only a real woman does and kicked off her shoes.

I carried Elle into the oversized shower that could have accommodated six or seven people, and set her down.

She started to say something but I put my mouth over hers, the water was hot, hotter than I like, but the way I knew she liked it. (I mentioned before that we like to kiss, we do, and we did, I love the way she sticks a finger in my mouth, as if she's exploring, while she's got her tongue doing magical things to my tongue.

I started massaging her shoulders and biceps; she's a jock and likes a really hard workover. I got my mouth on her left breast and she moaned, I twisted the nipple ring on her right and she started saying: "Oh, shit, oh fuck"...I am a true breast man and hers are perfect, I stayed there for about 10 minutes, and then I dropped to my knees....

I love to eat this woman, I played on the outside, at first kissing and lightly biting all over her lips, then I began to probe inside with my tongue, I was just getting going when her first orgasm began, she had been worked up all day and finally she couldn't stand it any longer...I kept going, I needed to make her go over the top, I had two fingers inside of her and looked up and growled "Turn around".

She barely opened her eyes and whispered, "Yes, yes daddy". She turned and pressed those beautiful breasts against the shower wall, I replaced my fingers and started licking and lightly biting her ass... "Eat me, eat me... you fuck!" Now she was the one growling, I licked up into the crack of her ass a couple of times and then directed my attention to her opening. I wet it with spit and pushed my tongue in, I wanted to go slower, but I couldn't, I was getting as worked up as she was.

Elle's second orgasm came crashing down when two fingers from my other hand went inside her ass, along with my tongue. Now she was spewing gibberish, a word, I understood, here and there but those were mostly swear words... "Shove your big black dick in my ass, you fuck!" she roared while still in the throes of the second orgasm.

"Who's your daddy?" I whispered as I rose behind her.

"You are, fucker...err."

"What?"

"You are...ohhhhhhh!" was all that came out of her mouth as my cock entered her ass in one thrust.

I usually go slowly, she loves ass play, but she likes it slow and methodical until she gets comfortable, but she needed this, and so did I. This is the woman I love, but I was so fired up and so was she, that it was a brutal assault on my second favorite part of her body.

She fought back, clawing at my side pulling me to her and pushing her ass on to my cock as I pushed into her...she was yelling at me: "Harder, you fuck! Make it hurt! I can feel you, Oh you fucker, I'm gonna fuck you back! Errrrr..." That third orgasm was there, just intense, and then I came. The intensity was incredible, what made it even more amazing was this woman clenched her ass muscles as I came.

The two of us slid down the wall, with me still inside of her, I was out of breath as I held her. I noticed the soap bar still in its wrapper knocked to the floor during our fucking. Holding her with one arm I grabbed the bar and tore it out of the matted wrapper. I slowly, lovingly began to wash Elle all over.

My cock came out of her with a little "plop" noise when I turned her over to wash her back. Then she took the soap and washed me. When we were thoroughly clean we lay under the still running water and kissed for a while....

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Elle's head looked up from kissing me, "Who could that be? Don't answer it."

"I'm not going to," I whispered to her while we both got into a sitting position. "It's for you..."

"For me..." she looked at me, as though I had made a joke.

"Answer the door, Elle." I whispered.

She looked at me, and then her expression changed, she now had that same look in her eyes that she had this afternoon. She continued to look at me for a moment and: "Are you sure you want me to answer the door?" she asked in a throaty whisper. We were in each other's arms and I could feel her heart beating faster.

"Yes."

She slowly pushed against me and rose to her knees, still looking into my eyes. She had to turn around to walk out of the shower, as she stepped toward the door she grabbed one of the bath robes and I said: "You're not going to need that."

She stopped, but didn't turn around, after another moment, she dropped the robe on the tile and she started walking slowly to the door and stopped. I thought she was going to back out; she turned and walked back toward the shower. She looked at me with that new intense look of hers and slid on her pumps. She stood there and looked at me for another 10 seconds and then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

I quickly stood up, not wanting to miss any of this, turned the shower off, grabbed the robe off the floor and followed her. I caught up to her because she had her slow strut going. I reached the bedroom door as she reached the door to the hallway. She opened the door and no one was there. I looked over her shoulder and the person who had knocked was halfway down the hall, walking slowly away. In a voice that made me stir, again, she stepped into the hallway: naked, wet and gorgeous and said: "You came all the way here for this...where are you going?"

Michael, the construction worker stopped, turned around and froze looking at the literal walking wet dream. I thought to myself so he did get my text: come to room 17326 at 11:00pm, come alone, take a shower. "Come here, little boy," she said. He walked toward her, with this sheepish look. I went back in the room and sat down on the couch. When he reached her she turned around and walked back into the room pulling him, past me, by the front of his jeans. Elle led him into the second bedroom.

Of course she didn't bother to close any doors; she didn't close doors at home. I got up and walked over to the front door and closed it, while putting on the Do not disturb sign. I grabbed one of those tiny bottles of scotch and a glass and walked to the doorway of the second room.

Elle was kissing Michael, exploring his mouth, feeling his face. Michael pulled back as he noticed me standing there. Elle pulled back, "Don't worry, Henry doesn't want to fuck you, he wants to watch ME fuck you. Are you okay with that?"

He nodded, but he wasn't sure, I could understand how he felt in the bedroom kissing the naked wife, in front of the husband. He was a little bigger than I was and a lot younger, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything in a fight. I smiled, "Relax, big guy, I'll give you some privacy but I do want to watch her, in a little bit."

I turned and walked into the main bedroom, through to the master bath, to my clothes in a heap. I fished through my pants and found my phone. I sat down on the chaise in the bathroom; yeah it was that big, and sent a text:

Hey, Bad Girl, what are you doing? At the library? Henry

No at boring party on northside how is Vegas?

Well, I promised you a year ago that if Elle went all the way with a guy, I'd tell you

In Vegas? Awesome I want details

We'll come in Saturday night when we get back, love you

Love you too-- Camilla 

I walked back into the bedroom and slipped on some pajama pants. I was a spectator and not a player, so I felt a little silly walking around naked. I walked into the living room and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked to the door. They had progressed, Michael was sitting on the side of the bed and Elle was kneeling before him, licking his cock. It was a large cock, near porn star size, maybe 8-9 inches. She was working it, her first cock, other than mine, in over 10 years.

She was talking to him too, too soft for me to hear...whispering to him while she licked his cock like an ice cream cone. I knew this part; she was telling him the things they were going to do, and how she wanted to do them. I knew she was using the dirtiest words that any minister's daughter had ever used...she licked at his slit, said something else and spit on his cock and sucked it viciously, her other hand played with his balls, she continued to talk softly to him.

I still couldn't make out what she was saying but it was affecting him as much as the cocksucking. He closed his eyes, and she released his cock and slapped him, hard, across the face. His eyes opened and his head rocked back...she squeezed his balls hard, he tried not to cry out, she leaned into him and whispered something. He looked into her eyes and nodded.

She smiled and kissed him, deeply, and then she slid back down to his cock and began to milk it with her mouth. After a few minutes of that she slid further down and licked his hairy balls. She continued to talk to him. He never took his eyes off of her again. She was playing with a new toy, she was now alternating between jacking him off and licking the top of his cock, all the time squeezing his balls...I saw him tense up, and then he came, like a geyser, he shot so high, so much.

Elle looked up at the first eruption and it just missed hitting her on the face, she leaned back and stuck that incredible chest out and let the cum land on each breast. It was incredible how much he shot out. Elle got that look again; she continued to jack him off, squeezing everything out of him. He was trembling, she looked at him and then Elle turned and looked at me for the first time in about 30 minutes, I saw her decide something again.

She stood up and bent over leaning her left breast into his face, "Clean me...with your mouth...now" she growled, as she said this she grabbed his hair and pulled him toward his white cum on her gorgeous tanned breast. "Now, little boy."