AUTHOR = Sinnndy
E-MAIL = sweetsinnndy@yahoo.com
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EDITOR's NOTE - Due to the length of this chapter, I broke it up into two parts so your Browser will load it faster. Previous parts to this story can be found at: and Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. |
True to his word, Billy let me sleep in -- no wake-up calls and no sexual interruptions. He was even super quiet when he came back from the casino. He wanted to wake me up to tell me he had won 5 thousand but, knowing how beat I was, he let me sleep. I woke up refreshed and ready. I looked over at Billy, he was also awake.
"So, any big plans for me today?" I inquired.
He had a big smile on his face. "Well, topping last night would be pretty hard, but I do have something interesting planned for this evening. First things first. We have to be out of the hotel by one, so we better get a move on."
"What's the attire for this afternoon?" I asked.
"Same as yesterday, shorts and T-shirt, dress comfortable. Wear gym shoes today," he replied.
"Are we going to run a marathon?" I asked.
"You will see," he said.
We showered and cleaned up, put clothes on, and we were out the door in a flash. This was the longest period without sex since we started the trip, and that was okay with me, my poor pussy and asshole needed a rest. I was a little sore, but I knew that I would be getting some more pounding later that night. Billy is relentless that way. He likes to push me to see how far I will go and, so far, I have never said no to anything. We went down to the lower parking garage in the Bellagio, where there was another van waiting for us. There was no advertisement on the van, so I didn't have a clue where we were going. We picked up some other people at some of the other casinos on the strip and headed for the airport.
We pulled up to a building on the airport grounds and went inside. It was then that I realized we were going to take a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. I had never been in a helicopter before, and all I could think of was Stevie Ray Vaughn at Alpine Valley in Wisconsin where he died in a helicopter crash after a concert. I'm not a great flyer in the first place, and I was nervous, but wouldn't outwardly show it. In our group were 20 people. We got on scales so that they could split us up by weight to even things out.
Billy and I got sat in the back seat with an extremely good-looking man. He was about 25, a surfer type from California, just over 6 feet tall, thin, but a really nice looking body. He had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, his name was Shane. He had two buddies who sat in the front with the pilot. They were both good-looking surfer types too. They both had blonde hair and blue eyes, and were not as tall as Shane but, one of them, Tyler, was a body builder. I thought steroids for sure, he was really built. The other guy, Ronny, was about 5'7", thin and wiry, and was the best looking of all -- a full, gorgeous head of blonde hair and a model's face. The pilot's name was Jeff Chandler, a good-looking man with white hair and a goatee. He flew copters in Viet Nam and had been flying for his current company for over 5 years.
There were three other copters, all filled with 5 passengers, and flown by pilots who had also flown in the war. They were all very experienced and all very good-looking. I don't think I have ever seen a really bad looking pilot. Like athletes, they all have a certain confident look and demeanor which I like in a man. A confident man is usually a better lover, unafraid to explore new techniques and positions, and always willing to take charge.
The copters took off one by one. We had big headphones with microphones attached on our heads, which we had to wear because it was really loud without them and, when they were on, the pilot could point out the scenic attractions, and was the only way everyone could talk to each other. The Captain told us that it would take about 45 minutes to get to the canyon. We flew over the Hoover Dam; I remembered seeing it when I was 12 on a family trip. He also pointed out the only nude beach in Nevada.
I looked over to Billy, smiled, and said, "We have to check that place out some time."
We also saw some of the old trails that wagon trains took in the 1800's. It was really beautiful up there. It was a nice sunny day, in the low 80's, visibility was perfect, and I was no longer nervous. Captain Chandler had a nice calming way about him, he was very reassuring.
We were now nearing the south entrance of the Canyon. It was really a beautiful sight as we neared the mountains. We don't have any mountains in Chicago; we don't even have any big hills. I had seen the Grand Canyon once, on that same trip my family took when I was 12. What a great idea Billy had, going on this tour. I snuck my hand into Billy's shorts giving his cock a playful squeeze. His cock jumped a little bit, and then started to grow in my hand as I started to jerk him off. He gave me a look which told me "don't make me mess my shorts up again" and I gave him a playful smile. It was very hard to hear on the copter without speaking into the mike on the headphones and, of course, we didn't want to share what we were doing with the rest of the group.
I was now fondling Billy's ball sack as he was lying back, enjoying the ride. He must have flashed a high sign to Shane, because I felt Shane's hand sliding into my shorts and into my dripping pussy. I looked at Billy, who was nodding yes to me, and then at Shane, who flashed me his beautiful smile. I realized at that time that, when Shane smiled, he looked like Stephen, or is it William Baldwin, I always mix them up. I know it's the Baldwin that was in one of the Flintstone movies, and I think he is a fox.
So there I was, stroking my Billy's hard cock, with Shane's fingers sliding in out of my pussy, all the while looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the chopper. What a high it was. Shane started working on my clit, and I was doing all I could not to jump out of the copter, it felt so good. Billy had to pull my hand from his pants, or he would have erupted inside his shorts. I looked deeply into Shane's big blue eyes; he had a big grin on his face. I had to keep my moans to myself, or everyone in the copter would know what was happening behind them. I then closed my eyes as Shane continued to work his magic on my clit, and I placed my hand over my mouth as I felt my orgasm near, and then felt the eruption between my legs. I couldn't really contain myself too well. I heard Captain Chandler ask if we were okay in the back. Billy replied that everything was fine, and that I had a queasy stomach. The Captain announced that we would be landing soon and that there would be lunch served to us. I was really hungry since we had yet to eat.
We started our descent and were going to land on ground owned by an Indian tribe. The only places that you can land a helicopter in the Grand Canyon are on land owned by this Indian tribe. The helicopter company paid the Indians for the landing rights. We touched down in an open area, about 100 feet above the bottom of the canyon, and got out of the copter. There were picnic tables under an outside shelter and the pilots all had big coolers, which contained sandwiches. They also had some fruit and champagne. We broke out the champagne and toasted each other and the pilots for landing safely. I was sitting between Shane and Captain Chandler while Billy was seated across from me with Tyler and Ronny. They were having a nice chat and I could see the guys were laughing and had looks of disbelief on their faces. I had an idea of what they were talking about, but I really couldn't listen because I was talking with the Captain.
He was telling me about how he moved to Vegas a couple of years back, and how he hooked up with his current company. He had such a nice way about him. I was hoping that, if Billy was planning something, that the Captain would somehow be involved. We finished lunch and the bottle of champagne quickly. We were told that we would have a half an hour to walk around and check out the sights. Billy grabbed my hand and the three guys from California started walking with us, leaving the Captain behind. I was a little disappointed in that, but I was also excited about the possibility of being with the studs that were walking with us. Billy somehow had found a blanket to take with us, and we found a nice quiet place to sit down.
Billy started kissing me and lifting my shirt off of my head. I felt a pair of hands working my shorts off of my body. So there I was, completely naked in the Grand Canyon, with four studs quickly removing their clothes as well. I checked the guys' bodies out. Shane and Ronny had similar bodies. Shane was a lot taller, but they were both lean, with nice athletic bodies. Tyler, on the other hand, had a spectacular body -- big muscles with hard cuts all over. He definitely used steroids at one time, he was that big. He had the smallest cock of the bunch, but one of the guys was really huge. Billy, at 9", was the biggest and thickest by far. Tyler's was about 6", and the next thickest to Billy's. Shane and Ronny, who I later found out were brothers, had about 7" between their legs, but it didn't bother me, I was just hungry for some man meat.
Billy laid the blanket on the ground and I got on my knees and started alternately sucking their yummy cocks. I would suck on one of them while stroking the other two, and then move onto the next cock, with two other cocks in my hands. They were all hard by now. Billy told Shane to lie on his back. I then got on top of him and slowly slid my pussy onto his rod, reaching bottom, and grinding myself into him. Ronny came in front of me and I gladly took his cock into my mouth, sucking like a madwoman. I then felt Tyler knocking at my backdoor. He had an open invitation and stuck his head into my ass. I looked over to Billy; he had a proud poppa look on his face, and a big smile.
These boys knew how to tag team a lady; this wasn't the first time they had done this. Tyler and Shane were pumping me hard in tandem, pulling their cocks out at the same time, and then slamming into me at the same time, while Ronny had his hands on each side of my head, and slammed his sausage into my waiting mouth. It felt so good to be completely filled by these young muscular studs. The view was also breathtaking, mountains everywhere, and the fact that we were in the Grand Canyon made the experience that much better.
There is no way to describe the feeling of having a cock in every hole. When you are with one lover, you can concentrate on the wonderful feelings he is doing to your body. When you have a cock in your mouth, pussy, and ass at the same time, with hands roaming all over your body, it's hard trying to concentrate with so much going on at once. That's one reason that when getting gangbanged, I like it when the guy in my mouth just fucks it. When I give head, I really concentrate on giving my lover pleasure. When I'm with a group, the guys have to create their pleasure; there's no way for any woman to be able to completely concentrate on pleasing three or more guys at once. I just try to feel all that is happening to me, clear my mind, and just enjoy the pounding I am getting.
Billy was close by, so I grabbed his cock with my hand and stroked his hard cock. The guys were all pumping me hard now and I could tell they were all close to cumming. Ronny was first. He pulled out of my mouth, which disappointed me, and started shooting his goo in my face, one shot hitting me in the eye. I hate when that happens. The other two were pumping me hard. They had lost their rhythm and were fucking just to cum, which was fine with me. Billy came in front of me and replaced Ronny's cock with his in my mouth. I love sucking his cock; his fills my mouth so nicely. I then felt a big slap on my ass, a loud moan from Tyler, and my ass being filled up by his load. He left his cock in my ass for a minute as Shane started filling my pussy up with his juice. I started giving Billy a nice slow blowjob, sucking and licking his shaft up and down.
The other guys started putting their clothes back on, we had to get back to the chopper soon. Suddenly, I felt my asscheeks being spread and I looked back -- it was Captain Chandler. He slid his cock deep into my rectum, all the way up my ass. He had a pretty long and thick cock, and held it all the way in me, grinding his hips into me. I felt really filled up and let out a soft moan. He then slid all the way out of me, waited a couple of seconds, and slammed back into my waiting asshole. Billy grabbed my hair and started to fuck my face, his cock deep into my throat. I could hear the other guys talking about how wild this was, and that I was one cock hungry bitch.
Billy started fucking me with a fury, while the Captain grabbed my hips tightly, pistoning his cock in and out of my ass with his big cock, grunting as he filled me up with his log. Billy started filling my throat with his cock buried deep inside, which he loves to do. He kept his cock there for a while as I breathed through my nose. Meanwhile, the good Captain had a really nice pace going, pulling out slowly, and slamming in hard. As he was fucking me, I reached between my legs, fondling and lightly clawing his balls. This usually slows the guy down and makes him last a little longer. Billy tells me he loves when I do that to him. The Captain was getting close, I could tell by his loud grunts. He was holding it in, trying to last longer. I pulled away from him, taking his cock into my mouth. He was almost as long as Billy and nearly as thick. He had a surprised look on his face when I took the cock that was just in my ass into my mouth, but then put his hand on the back of my head and buried his cock down my throat, filling it with his creamy deposit. I sucked it down, licking and cleaning his cock at the same time.
Group sex is awesome; every woman should try it at least once. I think if more women were open minded and tried some kinky sex, a lot of marriages would not end up in divorce, and men would not need to go outside their marriage for sex. I probably receive 50 e-mails a day, mostly from men, a good majority of them ask me where I was when they were dating, and how their wives don't want to try new things. They would love to see their wives making love to another woman, and then join in, or they would love to try some bondage. A lot of men don't even have any kind of sex anymore, it's really sad. On the other hand, some men just sit in front of the TV watching sports with their hands down their pants, while their wives try to seduce them. The men tell them to get out of their way. "You make a better door than a window." I dated a guy like that and, the first time he pulled that crap, I was out the door. Both men and women need to make an effort to take better care of their bodies. I know it's tough. You come home from work tired, you have to tend to the kids, but deep down, we all know that there is 20 minutes every other day that we waste, which could be used for some kind of exercise. I will now get off of my soapbox, thanxxxx for listening, your comments are always appreciated.
We all got dressed and the Captain told us that we had better get back. So we all walked back to the rest of the group, got on the copter, and took off. This time, Billy and I sat up front; Billy even let me have the window seat. Captain Chandler gave us a fun ride back, pulling up real close to the mountain, then he would go up and, when he was over the ridge, we would swoop down, dropping at a fast speed. It was exhilarating. We took the same way back, but we were lower this time. The Captain told us that when flying to the Canyon, the choppers went at a higher altitude, and lower on the way back, so as to make sure there would be no chance of crashing into each other. When we got back to Vegas, the Captain flew up and down the strip. It was pretty cool checking out the casinos from that vantage point. On top of one of the casinos was a wild looking roller coaster ride. I wondered if we would have time to check that out.
When we landed, we took a group picture. I hugged each of the guys, also giving them each a nice kiss on the lips, thanking them for the fun time we just had. I hugged and kissed Captain Chandler, and we said our goodbyes. We got in the van and rode back to the Bellagio. Billy asked me what I wanted to do, so I asked if we could go shopping. He said sure, and we walked across the street to the Aladdin, which had reopened about a month ago. We walked through the casino, all the casinos by now looked alike, lots of lights and bells going off.
We eventually found the entrance to the mall. When you looked up at the ceiling, it looked like the sky. A lot of the malls were like that. They had a mini river inside and had gondola rides. The sky inside started to grow dark, and then there was a noise and a flash of light. It started to rain, with lightning striking inside. It was a pretty realistic effect. The rain went off over the little river; it was pretty cool.
We walked around, checking out some of the stores, just window-shopping. There were about 5 sections in the mall; each one was designed to be like a different part of ancient Baghdad. There were jugglers, mimes, and people on unicycles -- quite entertaining. We went inside one store, which had some sexy women's clothing there. We picked out a gold lame short tight dress, the kind that a lot of women were wearing at night. It was sheer, and it did not leave a lot to the imagination. Barely covering me, it was perfect. We then found a pair of gold high heels to go along with the dress. I hate wearing heels, but these really matched the dress well. We shopped a little while longer, looking for some clothes for Billy but, since he rarely wears anything but jeans, we couldn't find anything. Don't get me wrong, when Billy knows he has to dress up, he is a smashing dresser, but when it's casual time, he gets extremely casual, which is fine by me. I would rather wear tight jeans and a T-shirt than anything else. We then headed back across the street to the Bellagio and took a nice long nap.
We got up at about 5. Billy told me we had 6 o'clock dinner reservations across the street. We hustled, showering and dressing. We went to a French-Italian place at Paris called "Le Provencal", and were seated outside. Billy had it set up so we could see the light and water show at the Bellagio across the street. It was a perfect view. We started out with some French onion soup and mussels in garlic sauce. The mussels were out of this world. I ordered the peppercorn steak again, it's one of my favorite dishes. Billy had lamb chops. The dinner was awesome, as was the show across the street. It went off a couple of times, and each time was a different show. We finished dinner quickly. Billy told me we were going to see a show tonight and I wondered if I would be involved somehow, but this time I wasn't.
We walked over to the Mirage; it was about a 10-minute walk. I loved just walking around, checking out all the people. The women dressed up showing off their hot bodies and, tonight, I was really showing mine off in my new dress. As we entered the Mirage, I thought it was the coolest of the casinos. There was plantation all around us, and I just liked the way the casino looked and the layout of it.
We walked to the auditorium to see a man named Danny Gans. He is a multi-talented performer. He does impressions of singers, dances, and is a comedian. He was spectacular. He did impressions of a lot of popular singers, and he sounded just like them -- Smokey Robinson, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Bruce Springsteen. You name the singer and he probably can do an impression of him. He danced very well, played some different instruments, and was very funny. I had a great time and, if you like some of the older music from the 40's through the 80's, as I do, I would recommend you see him. With his talent, I wondered how come I had never heard of him before.
Like Billy, Danny was a minor league baseball player who was well thought of by the big leagues, but an injury ended his career. Baseball players have time on their hands, so Danny started doing impressions of people, and was naturally funny. When he retired from baseball, he started doing his act at small halls, and was on the road all the time. He was married and had children, and wanted to spend time with them. He worked out a deal with the Mirage and moved his family there. He won the previous year's performer of the year award, and he really deserved it. He was damn fine looking too. I wondered if Billy knew him, but I really don't like messing with married men, unless their wives are around too.
We headed out of the Mirage just as the outside show there was about to begin. They have a volcano there. It started heating up and then spewed out lava. It was quite a sight, right up there with the pirate show at Treasure Island. I asked Billy what was next and he had a real mischievous grin on his face. He told me he had been working on tonight since we arrived in Vegas, that everything was set, but that if I didn't want to go through with it, or stop, he would completely understand. I was really curious now, Billy had never given me an option to bail out and, so far, I had never had a reason to.
"So, what do you have in store for me?" I inquired.
"Tonight," he said, "if you decide to take this mission...." I looked at him funny and he told me that it was a line from the Mission Impossible TV show. He continued, "I have set it up, so that you will be a hooker tonight."
I did a double take. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes, I am. I have people lined up. Four clients, each for about an hour, and all in our hotel. So, what do you think?" he asked.
"Well, I'm not really sure, but what the fuck, I'll give it a shot," I replied.
We took a cab back to the Bellagio. Billy explained that I was to call when I got to the client's hotel room, and that he would be coming up when I was finished. He explained to the clients also about our procedure, and that the clients would pay him in accordance to the planned sexual act, but also if the client wanted to do something else, it would cost them more.
I knocked on the door of the first client. The door opened and there was a 70-year-old man. He told me his name was Sid, that his wife died 5 years ago, and that he hadn't had sex in years. He told me he was really nervous, especially being with a beautiful young woman like myself. I told Sid to relax and to let me take care of things, that he was about to have the ride of his life. He was a real kind gentle man; I wanted to really please him. I helped him undress. He wasn't in bad shape for a man his age -- not my type, I like hard bodies, but he wasn't bad to look at. I pulled his underpants down, he was not erect. He told me he sometimes had problems getting hard, and I told him that would not be a problem, that I would take care of that. I told Sid that I needed to call Billy, to tell him that I was there. I dialed Billy's cell and let him know I had started.
I had Sid lay on the bed and seductively took off my dress, giving Sid a nice show -- bending over, spreading my ass cheeks in front of him, spreading the lips of my pussy, sliding two fingers inside, sliding them in and out.
"Do I turn you on, Sid? Do you like my body? Do ya wanna fuck me, huh baby?" I said in my sexiest voice.
To Sid's surprise, his cock was at full mast, and he was not small either. He had a nice thick 7" cock. My mouth was watering as I slowly crawled on the bed and gently pushed Sid backwards, so his head was on the pillow.
"Just lay back, honey, let Sinnndy do all the work," I said.
I gently took his shaft in my hand, stroking it up and down. I lowered my head to his beautiful cock and lightly licked the head of his cock, bringing a moan from Sid's lips. I licked around his head, while stroking his shaft firmly. I had to make Sid last. At his age, if I made him cum too soon, he might not get another erection too soon, or at all. I then slowly lowered by mouth on his cock, completely devouring it in my mouth. I was down to his pubes and snuck my tongue out, licking his balls.
"Oh my god, Sinnndy, that feels so good. How do you do that? My wife hadn't sucked my cock for years, and that thing with your tongue, you are very talented, young lady," he said to me.
Having a cock all the way in my throat, I could not respond, so I slowly raised my mouth off of his cock, licking his shaft all the way up, and then I lowered my mouth all the way back down, licking his balls again, drawing moans of pleasure. A pleasure that this nice man had never felt in his life, and that he would never forget.
I raised my mouth off his cock and started bobbing my head up and down, not too fast, but at a steady pace. I could hear his breathing get rapid, so I pulled away, lightly stroking his cock, telling him that I didn't want him to cum just yet. I asked Sid if he was ready to fuck me, and what was either his favorite position, or maybe a new position he always wanted to try. He wanted to go with the missionary position, so I lay down on my back and spread my legs.
"Come get me, stud. Fuck me hard, make me a woman, please," I said with an eager look.
Sid got on top of me. I could tell he was still nervous, so I reached down and guided his cock into my pussy. He slid into my wet pussy easily, and found that it was like riding a bike, you just don't forget how.
He was a very good lay, pulling all the way out, waiting a second, and sliding back in with force. I was moaning, and not faking it either. I was telling him, "Fuck me stud, fuck me hard. Yes Sid, I want your big thick cock so bad, give it to me stud. God you are great. Fuck me, ohhhh fuck me Sid, make me a woman, plllllleaasseee."
He was really pumping hard, but he was also getting tired, so he laid his elbows on the bed and slowed down the pace. I looked at him lovingly, pulled his head towards mine, and started French kissing. Later, he would tell me that I took him by surprise, that he had heard hookers don't kiss their clients. He was a very good kisser; he knew how to use his tongue well. I reached between our bodies and started fondling his balls, rubbing them with my fingers, and stroking them with my nails. This slowed him down even more. He was moaning real loudly while I played with his sack. I asked Sid if he had ever performed anal sex. He told me his Bessie would never let him do it, but he always wanted to try it, and I told him that he could fuck my ass, at no extra charge, and that I love anal sex.
Sid got off of me and I went to my purse to get some KY. It wasn't really for me, but for Sid, so that penetration would be easier for him. I kissed Sid's cock, and then placed a generous amount of KY on it. I then put some on his finger and told him to place it in my tush. I got on my tummy, with a pillow under me, my ass in the air, spreading my cheeks, and Sid placed his finger on my anus. The KY felt cold as his finger entered my asshole. He pushed all the way in, drawing a soft moan from my lips. He slid his finger in and out, it felt great.
I said to him, "Fuck my ass, Sid, fill me up with your big cock, you won't hurt me. Do what you want to me, I'm your whore. I like it rough, baby. You can spank my ass and pull my hair if you like, I love it."
Sid placed the head of his cock at my anal opening and popped the head inside. He was very tentative.
"Sid honey," I said, "fuck me baby. I promise you won't hurt me, you will be pleasing me as well as yourself."
He was still nervous about putting his cock all the way into my ass, so I helped him out by moving my ass back into him, his cock going balls-deep into my rectum. A surprised moan came from his lips.
"Soooo tight," Sid said.
"Yes lover, now treat me like the whore I am. Do things to me that you would never have done to Bessie. I'm yours," I cooed.
With that, Sid started fucking my ass, sliding in and out at a nice steady pace, amazed at the new exciting feeling he was experiencing. He lightly spanked my ass. "C'mon stud boy, you can hit me harder than that," I said to him. The next spank was a little harder. "C'mon baby, I'm not your grandchild that you are punishing, give it to me hard. I'm a baaaaad girl, I deserve punishment. Spank me, pull my hair, fuck my ass," I commanded. The next spank was better. "Harder please." Swat. "Please, harder." Swat. "Plllleasssse, harder, I need it soooo baaaaad," I screamed. The next spank hit the mark. "That's it grampa, spank your little girl, she's been soooo bad," I moaned. He was now pumping my ass harder than he had ever fucked his wife, and the spanks to my ass kept coming. Swat. Swat. Swat. "Ohhhhh yessssss, grampa, fuck your little girl. Spank me, hurt me, fuuuuuuckkkkk me please. Ohhhhh, it hurts soooo gooood," I wailed, and it really did.
I brought out emotions in Sid that he never knew existed. He was enjoying the best fuck in his life. If he died right there, it would have been the perfect way to go.
I was rubbing my pussy and clit, fucking my pussy with my fingers, and then working on my clit as Sid pounded my ass. I was nearing my climax; this was as hot for me as it was for him.
Sid started moaning, "Ohhhhhh dear god, I'm cumming."
With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand, and hard too, while continuing his hard spanking on my reddening ass. I could feel his cum shooting deep into my asshole as I started cumming myself, screaming, "Ohhhhh yessss, Sid, I'm cumming too. You made me cummmm sooo hard, thank you lover, yessssss."
Sid finally stopped filling my ass with his cream. He collapsed on top me, both of us breathing hard, completely satisfied. Sid rolled off of me -- his cock popping out of my ass -- onto his back. I placed my tongue into his open, waiting mouth, and we kissed like teenagers on our first date. I then kissed my way down his body, sucking his nipples, nibbling my way down the hairy trail to his soft cock. I licked the mixed juices of both of our cum, and my ass, off of his cock. I love the mixture of tastes, it was yummy.
I started licking his head, sucking on it, licking up and down on all sides of his surprisingly hardening shaft. He was completely erect again, and I started to devour his cock. I knew we didn't have a lot of time, so I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock, sucking and licking his shaft, stroking his shaft with one hand, tickling his balls with my other hand. He placed his hand on top of my head, forcing my mouth all the way on his cock, swallowing him whole, and then my mouth went back up and down on his cock at a rapid pace, my hand gripping his cock firmly. His breathing was rapid again.
"Ohhh myyy god, Sinnndy, I'm cumming again," he wailed.
He pushed my head all the way down on his cock and started filling my throat with his tasty cum. He tasted so good as I sucked him dry, swallowing it all. I moved up and gave him a passionate loving kiss. I told him that he was one of the best fucks I had ever had, and I wasn't lying. I felt good about myself, helping this lonely kind man performing what had to be a big fantasy of his, anally fucking a hot young babe like myself.
I would have done it for free and told him it was no charge, but he wouldn't hear of it. He told me he was quite well-to-do, that he sold his business a couple of years ago and was retired and more than comfortable. He gave me the agreed upon $100, and tipped me a $50. He said that he wasn't trying to judge me, but that I was a sweet young lady, and that I should try to find a different line of work. I confessed to him that I was not a hooker and that my boyfriend was fulfilling a fantasy of mine. He said he was glad to hear that, and that I had a very special talent. He asked if he could see me again before I left, and I promised him that it would be my pleasure, but that the next time there would be no exchange of money, and that I loved having sex with him.
There was a knock on the door; it had to be Billy. I gave Sid a kiss on the lips and promised him that I would call him later for our next rendezvous. Billy was at the door and asked me how it went. I gave him a big kiss and jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.
He said, "Hey baby, not now, you have other clients to get to."
So I released my grip on him and he gave me the next room number to go to. At the Bellagio, there are different elevators, which take you to separate groups of floors. I was on the 12th floor at the time. So I had to take an elevator all the way down, and then board a new elevator taking me to the 5th floor. I walked up to the room and knocked on the door.
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 3 (Part 2)
