What Happens in Vegas...

She pushed him down. The look in his eyes was one she had never seen before. It was feral. A shiver ran through her body, knowing that she was the source of his desire.

His cock was erect and jutted out from his body.

Shelley fell to her knees in front of her lover.

Rick let out a gasp and tried to sit up when her mouth descended on his cock. She had thought about taking him slow, but instead devoured it all in one pass.

She held him deep in her throat for a count of five, then pulled back.

He sank back in the chair, his eyes rolled up in his head. His mouth was open, but no sound was coming out.

Her mouth went back to his cock, this time only taking the head. She reached around behind him and pulled a pillow out from under him.

She placed the pillow under her knees and then went back to work on his sex.

With practised efficiency, Shelley worked her lips and tongue all over Rick's cock. She alternated a series of quick passes with long strokes, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could.

Rick's hands were stuck to the arms of the chair. His knuckles were white.

Shelley's long curly hair fell over her face as she bobbed up and down on Rick. It brushed the insides of his thighs and his belly.

One last time, Shelley descended on him, her lips reached the base of his cock. His pubic hair tickled her nose. She counted to ten.

His cock popped out of her mouth. She gasped for air. Rick's eyes were sunken and empty. His jaw hung open, slack.

Shelley smiled to herself. In her hands was Rick's wondrous cock. It was covered in a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum.

Taking her breasts in her hands, she enveloped Rick's swollen member with her tits. He felt so warm. So hard.

Her breasts were large enough that only the tip of his head stuck out when she pressed against him.

Rick closed his eyes and his head rolled to the side.

Up and down.

Slowly at first, Shelley began to massage Rick's cock with her breasts. She was on her knees, bouncing slightly.

As she came down, she squeezed her tits together. She craned her neck and licked his head.

Then she loosened her grip and lifted up, still keeping a little bit of pressure on Rick's sex.

With each pass, she squeezed harder. Her tongue swirled around the slit on his cock.

Rick's breaths came shorter.

Shelley pressed his cock against the roof of her mouth.

She looked up to see her lover lost in ecstasy. His back was arched. He started to push his hips forward when Shelley came down on him.

"You like that don't you," she said, a naughty tone in her voice.

"Yes," he managed to breathe. He gasped for breath, trying to form a complete sentence. "I've wanted . . . Oh, Jesus! That feels so good . . . From the first picture I saw . . . I thought you were . . . you were so fucking . . . hot . . ."

His voice trailed off as Shelley took him in her mouth again. The space between her breasts was red, from where he was rubbing against her. She needed to lube him up again.

As her lips locked around the base of his cock, she squeezed his balls.

Startled, Rick tried to sit up, but Shelley pushed him back into the chair.

He started to buck up into her mouth. She felt one of his hands go to the back of her head and grab a handful of her hair. At first she thought he was going to force her head down on him, but instead, he pulled her back.

Their eyes locked. A thin sheen of perspiration covered Rick's body. His chest heaved with each breath.

There was nothing but pure desire between the two of them. Rick leaned forward and brought Shelley's mouth to his. They kissed hungrily. Their tongues dueled back and forth.

He reached down with his other hand and pinched a nipple. Shelley yelped in surprise.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered in her ear.

"No," she said firmly. "This is for you, Rick. I promised you the best goddam tit-fucking in the world and I'm not going to stop until I'm covered in cum."

Rick could only moan. He started to stand, but Shelley wouldn't let him up.

She broke their kiss and her mouth went back to his cock.

Pinching her erect nipples, she took her breasts back in her hands and then smothered Rick's rock-hard cock with them.

Up and down.

Between her breasts and her mouth, she brought Rick to the edge of an orgasm again and again. Each time, she would slow just enough to keep him from exploding, but keep enough pressure on him that his desire never faded.

Finally, Shelley decided she had put Rick through enough. His body was covered in sweat. He could barely breathe.

Shelley took his head in her mouth. Her tongue pressed against his head, then she licked the spot right beneath the helmet that she knew was extra-sensitive.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned.

"Do you like that, baby?" she asked, pressing her tits against his groin.

"I love that," Rick replied.

"Are you ready to cum for me?" she asked seductively.

"Yes." He almost sounded relieved.

"Where do you want to cum?"

His eyes fluttered open. He almost seemed afraid to answer.

"Where do you want to cum?" Shelley repeated.

"May I . . ." Rick started. "May I cum on your chest?"

"You can cum anywhere you want." Shelley smiled and squeezed her breasts around his cock.

"I want to cum all over your tits." It sounded as if he had been waiting for years to say those words.

"Then cum for me, lover," Shelley cooed. "Cum all over me."

She went back to work on his cock. Her soft breasts formed a tight tunnel around his cock. She was slick from the pre-cum that was leaking out of his head on to her.

Faster.

Harder.

Up.

Down.

Rick let out a moan. Shelley never let up.

His hips moved in time with her tits. With every pass, she planted a soft kiss on his cock.

Faster.

Harder.

She made her breasts tighter around him.

Up.

Down.

Shelley threw her head back so her hair was out of her face. Rick's hands were on the chair's arms again.

"Oh, god!" He let out a gasp. "Oh, fuck . . . I'm about to . . . I'm . . . OH!"

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Shelley felt the jets of cum shooting out from between her breasts.

The first shot struck her chin. The next several pulses left streaks up her chest to her collarbones.

His cum was hot and thick.

She never let up on him. His hips were pressed forward, but she continued to milk his cock with her breasts.

His cock and balls were coated with the sticky fluid. So was the valley between her breasts.

When she was sure that there was no more cum to be had, she sat back on her knees, still kneading her breasts in her hands.

Rick was nearly passed out. He slumped back in the chair, his body limp.

While she waited for Rick to recover, she indulgently rubbed the cum that covered her into her skin. She scooped some of his cum on to her finger and took it in her mouth. Sucking on her finger, she relished the taste of her lover. Then she swallowed his life-giving semen, knowing that her body would ingest it, and that a little bit of him would be with her always and forever.

Rick's eyes were hooded over, consumed by pleasure.

He finally smiled slightly.

"That was so fucking hot," he said.

"Yes, it was." Shelley was quick to agree.

"As soon as I can move, I'm going to fuck your brains out," he warned.

Shelley smiled teasingly back at him. She stood and went to the bed.

Rick's eyes were on her body, ogling her big breasts, round hips and shapely legs.

She lay down on her back, and spread her legs, obscenely displaying her pussy for her lover. Splayed out on the bed, she put two fingers on her clit. She was soaked already.

"Can you move yet, lover?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Because if you can't, I'm gonna start without you."

Although a little wobbly, Rick managed to get to his feet.

"Come to momma." Shelley's arms reached out to receive her lover. "Cum to momma."

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When Wednesday morning came, Shelley was sore all over. The skin on her chest was red from rubbing Rick against her the previous night. Her knees had a little bit of rug burn. Her back was tired from being arched so much the night before.

And she wouldn't have traded that feeling for anything in the world.

Rick was still sleeping in the bed next to her. She ran her fingertips along his face. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Shelley was content.

She didn't know what the future held for her, but in the moment, she wanted for nothing. Her lover was everything her boyfriend was not. She realised that she had settled, and that she deserved better.

Was Rick the answer? Probably not. He lived too far away. He had a girlfriend of his own. Was there more to their relationship than passion and romance?

Even if she never saw Rick again, she knew that she was better off having had him for this one trip than if she had not come at all.

Shelley reached over and pulled the sheet down, exposing Rick's naked body. She leaned over and bit his ear. He stirred in his sleep.

"Oh, sweetie," she purred. "It's time to get up."

"Five more minutes," he mumbled.

"I didn't say you had to get out of bed. I said it's time to get up," she reached for him. "Don't make me wait."

He didn't.

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They took a lazy shower together, then went downstairs for the continental breakfast. With a quick kiss, they went their separate ways to the last full day of the conference. Shelley found Christina, Gayle and Allison in the first seminar. At first the girls thought Shelley and Rick had skipped out on the conference, but when she went to take her antibiotics, they stopped riding her.

The last day of seminars passed quickly. Shelley found that while the meetings themselves weren't always applicable to her job, the contacts and networking opportunities they provided were worth the trip.

Rick met the four girls for lunch, then they went to the afternoon sessions. Shelley gave each of the other girls a warm hug after the closing session and then went back up to her room.

She was surprised to see that Rick had closed the doors between their rooms. A note was on her bed.

Dress up. We're going some place nice. I'll pick you up at 6.

-R.

Shelley took a leisurely bath in the jacuzzi tub, then got out and dried off. She did her hair and make up and then went out to get dressed.

Hanging in the armoire was a nice dress she had packed. She put it on along with a pair of high heels and the jewelry Rick's friend was loaning her.

Taking one last look in the mirror, Shelley reflected on how much she had changed over the past few days. Even she noticed that she looked happier. And it wasn't just because she was getting mind-blowing sex from Rick.

It was because she was getting attention from Rick. She was being appreciated. Not used. Not taken for granted.

Jared, she said to herself,When I get home, you and I are going to have a little chat. A chat we should have had months ago.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She looked at the clock. 6:00 on the button.

Shelley went to the door and opened it. Rick stood in the hall, dressed in a handsome black tuxedo. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

His face broke into a broad smile when he saw Shelley. Her curly hair hung down past her shoulders. The dress showed off her generous bosom, thin waist and round hips.

The heart-shaped pendant was suspended right above the cleft of her chest, the white gold and diamonds sparkling in the light.

"You look fantastic," Rick said once he found his voice.

"Thank you," Shelley replied, "You clean up good, too."

She took the flowers from him, then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Are you hungry?" Rick asked.

"A little." Even though she had spent most of the past four days with him, she still felt a little nervous. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to dressing up to go out. Maybe it was because Rick seemed like he was actually trying, unlike her boyfriend. Maybe it was because Shelleywanted Rick to like her and shewanted to try for him, too.

He offered her his arm and the two walked down the hallway. Some of the conferees had slipped out before the closing sessions and some were checking out as Rick and Shelley made their way through the lobby.

Shelley felt as if everyone was watching them. Most everyone was dressed casually and there she was, looking like she was going to the prom. She smiled self-consciously and tried her best not to obsess over the admiring stares sent their way.

They went out the main entrance and got into a waiting limousine. The drive to the Monte Carlo was quick. Rick had made a dinner reservation at Andre's which featured elegant French cuisine in an intimate, romantic setting.

Shelley had the crab-stuffed chicken that was to die for while Rick chose the pan-seared duck in a raspberry sauce. They talked idly about the week, NASCAR and work. Both conspicuously avoided talking about the future.

Full from dinner, they walked around the casino for a little while. Rick pulled her aside to one of the $1 slot machines.

"Feeling lucky?" He produced three coins and dropped them into the first machine. "Pull the lever."

Shelley reached out and gave the slot machine a pull. Since everything in slot machines is now controlled by the random number generators within then, the levers and the spinning wheels are more for show than anything else. Still, when two diamonds and a wild card came up, the machine started toding! and lights started to flash.

"Twenty-five!" Rick whistled. "You really are lucky. Play it some more."

Over the next half hour, the three dollars they had started out with quickly became one hundred and fifty as the machine got hot. However, after a little while, it cooled off and when they got down to $75, Shelley and Rick cashed out.

They took a big bucket of coins to the cashier's cage and exchanged them for bills.

"Not bad for three bucks and a half hour, huh?" Rick said.

"Nope," Shelley smiled. Rick was staring at the pendant again. She could see the lust in his eyes. "Rick . . . What are we going—"

"I don't know," he cut her off before she could complete the sentence. It seemed he didn't want to have that conversation either. "Let's not talk about that right now."

"Then you either need to start putting drinks in me or you need to take me back to your room and put something else in me."

Rick didn't have to be told twice and he quickly led her back to the limo. Once they were in the backseat, Shelley was all over him. Her hands went to the bulge in his pants. She stroked him to a full erection and let him play with her breasts through the dress.

She timed her hand job so that he would be at full mast when they pulled up to the Bellagio. She smiled evilly as she watched Rick try to get out and walk with a raging hard-on in his pants.

The look he gave her in return promised great things to come.

They went back up to their rooms. Shelley went into her room, telling Rick she didn't want him to ruin her dress by ripping it off her and that she'd be over in a few minutes. He looked like she had told him she was going to kill and eat his puppy, but he went next door anyway.

Shelley took her dress off and hung it back up. She threw her shoes into the corner and took off all her jewelry except for the necklace and the earrings Rick had borrowed. She didn't want to wear anything Jared had given her.

Throwing on a bathrobe, she knocked on the adjoining door. Rick opened the door. He was still wearing his tuxedo. His eyes burned with desire when he saw her standing there, her voluptuous curves very evident.

He seemed about to jump her when there was a knock at the door. He pulled her into the room and went to the door. A porter stood there, holding a bottle of champagne in one hand, an ice bucket and two flutes in the other.

Rick tipped him a couple of dollars and then closed the door.

Shelley stood in the middle of the room, waiting for Rick. He stared at her for a long moment, as if he were trying to decide what to do next. He set the champagne in the bucket on the desk and then took Shelley in his arms.

Her hands went to his lapels and she pushed the jacket over his shoulders. In turn, his hands went to the tie around her waist. Her robe was soon open, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath.

They kissed desperately, each seeming to know that this night would be the last time they would be together.

She tore at his clothes, wanting him as naked as she was. His lips never left hers. Their tongues intertwined.

Pulling to her, they fell on to the bed. She loved having Rick's weight on top of her. He pulled back long enough for her to push his pants and boxers down over his hips. Then his body pressed against hers.

They kissed for a long time. She savoured the softness of his lips. They explored each other with their mouths. She left a trail of wet, delicious kisses across his cheek to his ear.

His arms were around her, pulling her close.

She rolled him over on to his back. His cock was hard again. It stuck straight up in the air.

Taking it in her hand, she stroked it a couple of times. His hand went between her legs. She shuddered as his fingers brushed her clit.

He tried to sit up, but Shelley press his shoulders back on to the bed. She threw one leg across him and started to grind her pussy against his cock.

A throaty growl escaped her lips as her clit rubbed back and forth along the bottom of his cock.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered.

"You can do that later," Shelley said. "What do you wantme to do?"

A moment of indecision flashed across his face. "I want you to ride me."

Before taking him inside her, Shelley maneuvered him to the middle of the bed then straddled him again.

She lifted up just enough to get a hand between them, then she guided his head to her swollen labia. She was slick with anticipation.

Both of them moaned as she sank down on to him. Filling her.

When he was all the way inside her, she held him for a long moment, unmoving.

Their eyes met.

His hands brushed her thighs, giving her goosebumps.

She bent over. Her breasts pressed against him. Her lips went to his and they kissed tenderly.

Rick's arms were around her, pulling her close. She met his embrace and they continued to kiss, their bodies joined as close as two people can get.

He brushed the hair that had fallen over her face away.

"Shelley, I can't believe you're here with me," he whispered. "You are so beautiful . . . you're skin is so soft . . . you feel so good . . . I don't know how I'm going to be able to go back . . ."

"Let's not talk about that right now." It was her turn to push that subject aside. "I'm going to make love to you, Rick. I'm going to ride you until I cum and then you're going to fuck me senseless . . . You got that?"

She could tell he wanted to say more, but he only smiled. "Yes, ma'am . . . You know I'll do anything for a pretty girl."

They kissed again and then Shelley pulled back, sitting down once again on all of Rick's length.

His hands went to her breasts. Cupping. Squeezing. His fingers rolled her nipples, sending a chill through her body.

She started to grind on him. Her hips gyrated back and forth. Forward and back.

Shelley closed her eyes as she rode him. She felt so close to him. A man she had never met until four days ago, but she felt like she had known him all her life.

Her hands closed over his. She pressed forward so his arms were holding her up.

The head of his cock was buried deep within her. As she bounced up and down on him, Rick met her with a hard thrust of his own.