Last Blast In Las Vegas

Last Blast In Las Vegas Last Blast In Las Vegas

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Genre: Erotica

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Genre: Erotica

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My attempts to make my invitation to the girls' Las Vegas get away worth while. I could never get enough from such hot women, each and every one of them.

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My attempts to make my invitation to the girls' Las Vegas get away worth while. I could never get enough from such hot women, each and every one of them.

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Submitted: May 07, 2017

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Last Blast in Vegas

Indeed both Besame and Love2Readu were waiting on the bed for me. This was becoming more than a feast, it was turning into a fuckfest. How did I get so lucky?

“I have an idea for another kind of fun,” I prompted, “let’s go out for some public sex.”

“Fuck in public? In Las Vegas?” asked Love. “Are you fucking nuts?” yelled Nite.

“No; it will be tricky, but we can definitely have some fun; we just have to be creative” I dared.

“What have you got in mind?” asked Love.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you to some places and show you,” I answered, “but skirts only, no panties, and loose tops, no bras, ladies.” Suddenly the craving for sex was replaced, at least temporarily, by adventure of another kind.

The first place we went was to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. We took some playful photos, like me lying on the floor peeking up Sandra Bullock’s dress, Love with one hand in Stevie Wonder’s crotch, and Be flashing her tits at a smiling Liberace. Nite was more creative; she swung her leg over the outstretched hand of a kneeling Elvis and made it look like he had his hand up her dress.

The girls hooted and laughed all through the place, but in one area, just past the Tiger Woods figure, I stopped our group. “Time for a little play time,” I announced. We were in front of the John McEnroe figure, holding his tennis racket. I positioned Love at the left, watching up the corridor on that side, and then Nite on the right, watching up the corridor on that side.

Things got quiet as I undid the front of Be’s blouse and asked her to hold it open for me. She watched, nervously at first, as I bent down to kiss and lick one of her breasts. I opened my mouth and sucked in as much as I could and she gasped. I sucked on her and licked her nipple until her entire breast was soaked with my saliva.

Pulling back, I glanced at her breast glistening, and I dove for the other one. She began to moan, softly, and I reached down, slipping one hand under her skirt. “Oh, God!” she said, loudly as she felt my finger slide through her wet folds. I teased her with my finger tip but didn’t penetrate her pussy. Instead I worked my finger around her swollen clit, rubbing until I felt her body pressing back against my finger.

I whispered to the girls, “Nite, Love, is the coast clear?”

“Go for it, Ben!” Nite whispered back.

“All clear here!” replied Love.

Hearing that, Be let loose with an orgasmic wail as she came in my hand. I rubbed my palm across her clit and pussy rapidly as I sucked on her breast like a starving child. She grabbed my head with both hands as she came, moaning freely, “Oh, yeah, that feels so good, so good, Ben!”

As Be composed herself, I rubbed my wet fingers across the lips of the John McEnroe figure and the girls laughed like hell. Did it seem that he was smiling?

“I’m next; where are we going now?” Love asked eagerly.

“Drai’s Beach Club at The Cromwell, rooftop dining, pool and a great view,” I answered.

“How are we going to fool around in broad daylight at a place like that?” Love asked excitedly.

“The heavy traffic is at night and it’s already past the heaviest lunch time, trust me,” I promised.

We took a cab, during which time Nite kept flipped her dress up, giving the driver a good view of her thighs. “Stop it, Nite,” begged Love, “You’ll make him wreck and we’ll get killed and I won’t get my turn at sex today.”

We all laughed, but Nite not only continued flashing the driver, she pushed against the rest of us to open her legs even more. When we got out of the cab, I paid the driver and he looked around me at Nite and said, “Thanks for the extra tip; you’re hot!”

“More than you can imagine, Buddy,” I told him.

At Drai’s, we sat at the end of the pool and ordered our late lunch, and there were just a few people there. We were enjoying the view when I whispered to Love, “Bring your wine with you and follow me.”

The other girls did not complain as Love and I walked away. I led Love to one of the pool cabanas, which are used for a dressing area. Each has a small area for changing, one chair and a supply of towels. The entrance is a curtain that can be pulled across the door for temporary privacy.

As I pulled the curtain closed behind us, I turned to see Love already stepping out of her skirt. She had set her glass of wine aside on a small table. “Pick up your drink,” I said, and she did, standing there looking as needy as I was myself.

I took a seat in the small chair and pulled her over to stand in front of me. “Lean back just a little, and pour out some of your drink; I think you know where I want it,” I said firmly.

She spread her legs as I leaned my head forward and she pressed the lip of the glass against her abs just above her pussy. She let a little of the wine dribble out and gasped, giggling a little. “It tickles,” she said. I quickly stuck my tongue out and lapped it up before it got very far. She quickly poured some more, enough to soak her pubic hairs.

I opened my mouth and sucked everywhere I could to get the wine. “Oh, that’s hot; I like that,” she said, pouring a little more wine. It was enough to flow down to her clit, which waited for me with pulsing anticipation. I lapped at the wine as it drizzled across her slit.

She set the glass down and opened herself for me. “Fuck that; do it right,” she urged.

I slipped my hands under her, gripped her firm ass and pulled her against my mouth as my lips circled her clit. I don’t usually go right for the clit to satisfy a woman, but we were in a public place and there was a slight possibility that we might be heard.

I substituted patience with purpose and licked and sucked her clit with abandon, and then sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. She was breathing loudly and heavily and her legs were pressing against me, so I knew she was going to come. Just as she began to moan, “Oh….oh…oh…” I removed my fingers and slide one up between her buttocks.

As soon as my wet fingertip touched her anal rim, she grabbed my head with both hands and gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck; I’m coming……” When her grip on my head loosened a little, I left her clit and treated myself of a few tonguefuls of her sweetness. I could have gobbled her all afternoon, but I heard Nite say something to someone:

“Yes, ma’am, I think that cabana right there is available.”

Love and I both knew that Nite was purposely steering someone in our direction. She quickly grabbed her skirt and put it back on while I slipped out of the cabana. I was wiping my face with one of the towels as I approached the woman coming our way. “I was helping my friend with a tricky zipper; she’ll be right out.”

When Love and I got back to our table the other girls were laughing hysterically. Then Nite asked, “I’m ripe and ready for some serious shit, Ben; what’s in store for me?”

“We’re going to take an elevator ride,” I answered.

“Really? Where?” asked Be.

“At the Luxor; you’re gonna love it,” I promised.

We went into the lobby at the Luxor, the hotel/casino shaped like a giant pyramid and I headed straight for the elevators. When we got to the one that goes up along the inside of the slanted glass of the building, Nite stopped and said, “If you think I’m going up in that weird elevator, you can kiss my ass!”

“Well, I have to admit that I’ve been eyeing your sexy ass anyway, and I had wondered if I would have a chance to check it out more closely. I guess I will, because you ARE going up in this elevator, right girls?” I asked, looking at Be and Love.

“Damn right!” They said at the same time.

I had to bribe the elevator monitor severely to get him to let us to take a ride, because we did not have room key passes. But Love flashed him a little extra cleavage and Be winked at him, so he finally took my money and let us go.

You can stand up straight in the elevator, but it rises on a slant along the angle of the building. Two if the interior walls are regular stainless steel with posters advertising local events, but the third side of the elevator is glass, so you can see out as the elevator goes up and down. By the same token, people nearby on the ground and in nearby buildings can see the occupants of the elevator as it moves up and down the inside of the building.

The elevator monitor would not give me his pass key to go all the way to the Penthouse level, but Be pressed the button for the tenth floor and away we went. Be and Love watched quietly as I pressed Nite up against the glassed side of the elevator. I flipped up her skirt and got on my knees behind her.

I lapped at her clit a few times but then I reached up and put both my hands on her buttocks. As I spread them apart, she moaned, “Oh, My God…he’s gonna do it, and somebody’s gonna see us! Oh, God!”

Of course I was going to do it; that’s what she had asked for. And I did it. I leaned in and kissed her ass, nice and tight, pursing my lips against her rim. Then I slowly scraped my tongue up and down her dark crevice from top to bottom, over and over. After a few licks, I touched the tip of my tongue against her tight little rim. I knew it would drive her crazy, and she turned her head against the glass. I spit on her anal rim and sucked my spit back into my mouth and she yelled, “Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

I stopped licking and pushed a finger into her anus and slowly reamed it. She pressed her face against the glass and when she came, her ass squeezed my finger. I heard Be behind me whisper, “Damn!”

I pulled Nite away from the glass and got between her legs, sitting on the floor with my back to the glass. I gripped her ass and pulled her against me, smashing my face into her wet cunt. I was so hot I didn’t care if anybody saw us or not; I just wanted to eat her. As we approached the tenth floor, the girls knew that the door would open, and they were prepared. Love pushed the ground floor button as soon as the elevator stopped, and it reversed and started down.

Nite’s body was plastered against the window except her hips, which were pressing against me. I lapped at her slit hungrily and sucked until there was nothing left but her throbbing clit. I attached it with abandon and she groaned so loud that it was almost a wail, a cry of pleasure and anguish, a culmination of lust and physical need released at the same time.

All three thought that we were done, but I was not finished yet. I gently pried Nite away from the glass wall and I stood in front of it, facing out. I unbuckled and dropped my pants and boxers to my knees. I turned to Be and Love and said, “Girls, help me leave a souvenir.”

“This is madness,” chuckled Love as she came to my right side. She began stroking my already hard cock with both hands, squeezing the tip at the top of each stroke. Be stood on the other side of me and reached under her skirt and produced two fingers soaked with her sweetness. First she rubbed them under my nose and then let me suck them clean.

We were down to the fourth floor, and Love was doing a great job on my shaft as Be kept feeding me her wet fingers. As the elevator headed for the second floor, Love’s hand won, and she aimed my cock right at the glass side of the elevator. Cum splashed and dribbled down and all three girls laughed like we were at the circus.

The elevator started to bottom out on the ground floor, so I yanked up my boxers and pants as the girls stood in front of me so I could zip up. Be and Nite took turns sucking Love’s fingers clean as we left the elevator.

The elevator monitor was out in the lobby talking to visitors who were waiting for the elevator. The girls and I took off running through the lobby and down the street to New York, New York before anybody could catch us.

We stayed in the restaurant for a while, calming down and listening to the riders screaming as  the roller coaster roared down through the center of the room. After a few minutes, I stood up and tipped my glass in a toast to the girls.

“Thanks for the wonderful get a way, ladies; I enjoyed it and here’s to another adventure in the future!”

(I sincerely hope everybody enjoyed it as much as I did!)


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