The limo reached the hotel and I got out, looking around at the bright lights, the people on the street, each going their own way, intent on their own purpose. Some looked happy, others, well, let’s just say not so much. Vegas is, as history has shown, a town where fortunes have been made and lost with the single sweep of a one-armed bandit or the roll of a dice. I was careful to make sure there were no creases in my cream pants suit. It was, after all, a long time since I had seen my estranged step-brother. The last time was seven years ago. I was a sophomore in college, home for the holidays. I remember having just got home, and had sneaked a look into the kitchen, hoping for some of Abby, the cooks’ famous pastries, when I heard Godfrey, my stepfather, screaming at Drew, calling him names, fag and a gay bastard being the most prevalent. That was the last time I had seen Drew, the thump of the front door as he left seeming to be the end of that particular conversation, if that is what it could be called. Although it was the last time I had seen him, we kept in touch over the years, sending each other the occasional email, you know, Christmas and birthdays and such.
And then I had met Andy. Beautiful, wife-beating, fucked up Andy, who had seemed to be the perfect choice of husband material; tall, rich, handsome, intelligent, in short, everything a woman could ask for…almost. His low self-esteem coupled with his insecurities which he would take out me seemed to be the highlight of his life – taking it out on me, that is, not the self-esteem and insecurity issues. Well, it is two years later and a divorce is pending. Not all the money in the world is enough to make me stay with him. I’ve had one cracked rib and one blue eye too many, especially since my natural eye color is brown. Anyway, to make a long story short, after leaving Andy, I went back to stay with Mom and Godfrey, received an invite from Drew to come visit, and here I am, standing on the sidewalk, in Las Vegas, taking some time off from work and looking forward to spending time in the desert with the stepbrother, the hotel magnate.
I took a deep breath and walked up to the door, which was opened for me, and I was ushered in. There was no stopping at the concierge for me. Nope, I was ushered towards a private elevator, taken all the way up to the top floor, shown my bedroom, and left to my own devices, being told that Mr. Backstromb, that’s Drew and the stepdad’s surname, so by the way, and my mother’s as well, come to think of it, would be with me presently.
I have to say it was a little bit of a let-down. I had dressed to the nines, even put on six inch heels, all in preparation of seeing my sexy step-brother, at least, that’s how I remember him, and the man was not even around. The anticipation had gotten me all hot and bothered, and truth be told, I was a little edgy.
There was, however, one thing that tended to calm me down: sex. Luckily I had Fred with me; this being what I called my little fucking ridiculous electronic device, if you were wondering.
Besides, Andy had been a terrible lay. Sex with Fred had always been much more satisfying, and he didn’t last five minutes, tops, and he didn’t only knew one position, missionary. Fred could fuck me any way I wanted. Hell, Fred lasted as long as I needed him to, and he satisfied me in all the ways I needed to be. Mostly. A little human contact and some dirty words would have been a nice addition, but they don’t get made that way. Just a thought to throw in here: this is my idea, and I am going to approach a company with it, so please, don’t go stealing it!
Back to me and Fred. Seeing as I was a little hot under the collar round about this time, I decided to go do something about it. I got undressed and took a quick shower, took Fred out, lay on the bed, and set to work.
And then, it happened.
Let me explain. Fred was inside me, buzzing around merrily, working on my G-spot while my one hand was rubbing away at my clit, driving me towards a most successful conclusion. However, that is when the unthinkable happened. Just as my climax hit me, and let me add, I am vocal about it, my door burst open. There I lay, butt naked, my pussy exposed with Fred doing its thing inside me, my climax causing a squirt, and two startle-faced men were seeing the whole thing happen! I wished, at that moment, the earth would open and swallow me, literally! It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me.
Could you possibly imagine how mortified I was?
“Hi Mel,” Drew managed ever so calmly.
“This is my friend Jace. He’s on leave for a while and visiting. A marine, might I add, and used to just about everything, although I have to say this must be a first. Finish up and come say hi when you’re done. Take your time, though. I can see you are busy.”
I managed a weak “Hi, Jace, nice meeting you,” and a limp wave of my hand before the door closed between us, shutting out the two men. Fred, all but forgotten, was still buzzing away, the eternal pussy pleaser. Needless to say, I pulled him out and shut him off, hiding him away in the drawer of the nightstand. I was so busted! There was me, wanting to make a great first impression, but instead, I went and made one that was unforgettable! I wanted to cry, but, my mother didn’t raise a wimp, so I got up, cleaned myself up a little, patted on a little makeup, and got dressed in a demure little black frock and kitten heels before pulling a brush through my hair, which is auburn, so by the way. Alright, actually it is a non-descript brown, but my hairdresser is magic with color, so auburn it is!
I took a deep breath, and opened the door.
***
The two men were seated out on the verandah, each with a drink, conversing softly and looking out over the skyline, the consistent Vegas lights forming a backdrop to their physiques. Two sexy asses were presented to me for my perusal, and believe me, peruse I did! Drew’s were tight, perfect for his tall lean body, whereas Jace’s fitted out the back of his jeans to perfection, the perfect fit to the rest of his perfectly muscled body. After my little sexual encounter of a few minutes ago, my walls were still lubricated, and I felt them give a slight twinge. Behave, girl! You might be in Vegas with a hidden agenda, but these two guys don’t have eyes for you!
Both of them turned when my shoe scuffed the tiled floor, and looked at me. I felt like a fly under a microscope, with students inspecting all my parts; not that it could be an inspection of a sexual nature, could it? If course not! They were gay, after all.
“Can I pour you a drink, Mel? I’m sure you could use one after your…ride.” The innuendo was not last on me, but hey, what could I do?
Blushing, but trying to keep my composure, I nodded. I turned to his companion.
“So you are a real life marine?”
“Honest to goodness down to earth marine, ma’am.” His voice was low, husky, the kind that played along your nerve endings in a never-ending symphony and left you wanting for more. And I wanted more. Plenty more. Except, well, for that other thing.
“And you’re on leave?” I battled to make small talk. His icy stare, in the tanned, chiseled face, seemed to be eating me up, looking into my soul, and burning me at the same time.
“Yup. I go back next week. How long are you out here for?”
“A week. It’s all the leave I have available at the moment.”
“Drew tells me you’re getting a divorce? Marriage not your thing?”
“No, it’s not that, exactly. It turned out he likes hitting women, and after one cracked rib and blue eye too many, I decided to call it quits. Besides, he was terrible in the sack.” I wished the earth would open and swallow me once more! What on earth had possessed me to mention Andy’s sexual prowess or the lack in my sex life to a total stranger? I turned my head and looked out at the landscape in an effort to hide my embarrassment while cursing my wayward tongue.
Drew had come up behind me during the little tête-à-tête, and offered me a glass.
“Gin and tonic? If memory serves me correctly, it used to be your drink of choice.”
I accepted the proffered glass and took a sip, at a loss for words, which, as you might have realized by now, is not my natural state of being.
“I couldn’t help but overhear what you told Jace, about your sex life. I take it then that one of the reasons you accepted my offer was so that you could get a little action on the side away from the prying eyes of your matre and my patre, hm?”
I almost choked on my drink. “Well, I wouldn’t put it that way exactly! But yes, not that it’s any of your business!”
“Okay, but why? “
“What do you mean, Drew?”
“I think,” Jace interjected, “that Drew wants to know why you have a need to look for men or sex out here in Vegas, while you could just as easily have your pick of any man at home.”
“Oh. It’s because…well… Okay. It’s because during my marriage Andy would always and consistently tell me that no man would want me, and that our lack of sex was my fault. I was not sexy or pretty enough. Okay? And besides, I wouldn’t want any little escapade I might get entangled in ending up with my mother!”
The truth was humiliating. Yet suddenly, saying it out loud was a freeing experience. Admitting my feelings of inadequacy and my dependence on another’s confirmation of my self-worth was not something that I had admitted out loud before.
“So the dumb schmuck you got married to continued eroding your self-confidence after my father had his go at you, did he?”
Drew laughed at my startled expression. “You think I didn’t know?
“Hell, he did a bang up job on me all those years, didn’t he? I should know. I’ve been there, done that and I have shitloads of t-shirts to prove it! But you know what, Mel? You are a survivor, just like me, and maybe I can help you out. I think we should discuss what I have in mind later, maybe after dinner. I think we need to go out. Jace and I will wine and dine you to your heart’s content, even help you pick some eye candy! Let’s go.”
Dinner was marvelous. We sat at a corner while watching a show, which was excellent. Every now and then one of them would fill my glass (dom perignon, so by the way, Drew has excellent taste), or point out some random stranger for comment. It was fun, and I was having the time of my life, so much so, in fact, that I didn’t notice, at the time, that Drew had his arm around me, and Jace’s hand was on my leg. It all seemed so utterly, entirely, natural; three friends out on a night on the town. Besides, a corner of my brain had shut down, and they were gay, weren’t they? I was perfectly safe.
I have to admit, I got drunk. Utterly, completely, irrevocably drunk, pissed, intoxicated, inebriated, wasted, faded, paralytic. And horny. As hell. Champagne, for some odd reason, has that effect on me. I was in trouble without knowing it. Or I might have been, if I had not been with two gay guys.
***
I woke, slowly, and lifted one heavy eye. My head was pounding, as if the US Navy’s brass band was recruiting new members who had not learnt to keep their timing, thudding away at the back of my head in discordant harmony. I quickly shut my eye, deciding that darkness was better than the dull light filtering through the curtains of my bedroom. Bedroom? How the hell did I get into bed? I sat up, the jarring pain in my skull made me utter an involuntary groan, while my mouth was so dry it felt as if my tongue had been plastered to my pallet. Then it struck me. I was not alone. Nor was I dressed. I was stark naked, in bed, sandwiched between two, well-built male bodies!
Holy hell where did they come from? My first coherent thought was followed by: Shit, I’m in bed with two unknown men! What the hell did I do last night? One of the bodies stirred, and I realized, it was stark naked as well, as was the other, and the two men in bed with me were none other than Drew and Jace.
“What the fuck?”
“Shh, Drew, I think, is still asleep. Keep it down.”
Realizing my 36 D’s were on show, I hurriedly grabbed the bedding and covered up, Jace’s soft chuckle letting me know he’d had a good view.
“Hey, don’t cover up on my account. I’ve seen them before, remember? Might I add that they are quite nice?”
“Oh God!” I managed, as I tried wedging the sheet out from under the two men before giving it up as a bad job and clambering, inelegantly, out of the bed, giving him a full view of my ass. I was so not going to live it down! I ran out of the room and made my way to my own bedroom, and banged the door shut behind me, a soft, male chuckle following. What had I been up to!
I had a cool shower, got dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, swallowed two pain killers, and gulped down a glass of water. Not necessarily in that order. By the time I had composed myself, I heard noise coming through the door. I couldn’t stay holed up the whole day, so, once again, bracing myself, I went out. It was the smell of bacon coming from the kitchenette that called me. It was tantalizing, to say the least. I followed my nose and found the two of them looking none the worse for wear rustling up breakfast.
“Want a coffee?” Jace asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Jace placed a mug in front of me and spooned in two sugars without asking, while Drew unceremoniously plonked down a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.
“Eat,” he commanded.
I looked at the food. It was greasy, not in the least up to my usual standards. “I think I’ll skip.”
“Eat, Mel. It will help with the hangover. Trust me on this. Now stop arguing, and eat.”
I picked up a fork and speared a slice of bacon, bit off a piece and started chewing. “When did you get all bossy? And who put me to bed. And why was I in bed with you and Jace? I mean, did I? You know, did we? You know?”
Drew laughed. “What do you think, Mel?”
“Well,” I hesitated, and decided to tackle the proverbial bull by the horns. “Well, I know you are gay and everything, so I don’t suppose anything happened. But who took off my clothes, and more importantly, why? And why your bedroom?”
“Quite simply put, we were all out of it, Mel. Don’t get your g-string into a knot! Besides, you didn’t want to sleep alone you said, and you had spilt champagne all over yourself, so we thought it was a good idea to get you undressed and into bed. Nothing happened, okay? Besides, we are not the sort to take advantage of an inebriated woman!”
“Not the sort…” I had to laugh at this point. “You wouldn’t anyway, would you? Take advantage of a woman. I mean, you being gay and all.”
“Gay? You think I am gay? In the strictest sense of the word?” Drew looked at Jake and they both started laughing.
“Mel, I’m not gay! I am bisexual. There is quite a difference, you know? Just because I can find a man attractive, does not mean that I don’t find women attractive as well, and you, my dear, are a very attractive woman!”
I was at a sudden loss for words. “You think I am attractive?”
“Yes, Mel, always have, always will! You are beautiful, funny, and intelligent! Hell, don’t you see the way men look at you? But what interests me, is the fact that you haven’t mentioned the fact that I am bisexual. Doesn’t that put you off?”
Round about this time, my head was spinning, and not only from the aftereffects of my previous night’s alcohol intake.
“You mean to say, I mean, that is, you find women attractive? You have sex with women?”
“Yup.”
“And what about you, Jace?”
“Well babe, I am a military man, and as that goes, I don’t see too many women, you know? So yeah, I guess you could call me bisexual as well. I have found the odd man appealing, although my orientation leans more towards women. Besides, I see nothing wrong with sex so long as there is a mutual attraction and understanding between those involved, know what I mean? So States side, if there is no woman around, Drew is my preferred choice of, let’s call it, partner.”
“Holy shit. You both like women!”
At this stage my head was spinning, the headache relegated to a thudding throb at the base of my skull, while my brains tried making sense of it all. The fact that they were bisexual, the fact they liked woman, and the fact that I was there, looking for trouble, with two, let’s face it, men who were sexy as sin and after whom any hot-blooded female would throw her soaking panties after. Except I don’t wear panties, I wear g-strings – I happen to find them much more comfortable, but that’s just me, and I don’t judge, especially when it comes to underwear; I wear my spanx when needed, I’m not too proud to admit it!
The silence between the three of us, at that point, was so thick you could cut it with a knife, a sharp one, at that. I became aware of the heat permeating from them, their mingled smell coming at me in waves. Damn why am I horny all the fucking time! I tried my best to cover my growing awareness in flippant conversation, changing the topic of discussion to anything I could think of: the weather, sports, politics; hell even our respectively, very much fucked up, parents were discussed. Yet all the time, I was very much aware of the fact that both of them had seen me, every nook and cranny, hill and dale. And the thought, although embarrassing, was also…titillating. I couldn’t help but wonder at what they thought of the ‘goodies’. Strangely enough, it was also at this point that I realized that my headache had disappeared. It would seem a little shock was an excellent way to cure a hangover.
After a while, my repertoire of small talk dried up, and a silence ensued. An uncomfortable one, I might add. I don’t know whether Jace felt sorry for me or uncomfortable, but he suddenly announced he needed to go out for a while, which left me and Drew alone. We were totally isolated, the two of us, within the confines of his penthouse apartment.
Not knowing what to do or say, I started gathering the dishes and put them in the sink, intending on washing up. Drew stood and watched me for a while, took up a dish towel, and started drying while I washed.
“Drew…” I turned towards him, only to come up against his chest. I was unable to turn away. His arms went around me and he pulled me even closer.
I looked up, and his mouth came down on mine, hard and insistent. His taste, oh hell his taste! I couldn’t help myself. A part of me that had been buried for so long that I had forgotten it existed, burst free, and I found myself splaying my hands through his hair, pulling him closer. My senses seemed to be flooded by him, his smell, taste, and essence. I was totally unaware, on a conscious level, of his hands on my body, under my shirt, exploring, until one sneaked around the front between us and started massaging my breast through the thin lace of my bra. My involuntary gasp of pleasure when he rubbed against my nipple made him pull back slightly.
“Relax, Mel. I know what you want. I know what you need. Relax, let me give it to you. You know I can give you what you want, don’t you?”
“And what is that, exactly?”
“A good fucking. It’s why you came to Vegas, isn’t it? Sex? Wanting to be needed, wanted, and used. Your body is screaming for it, I can tell. We can give you what you need. Besides, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, remember?”
“We?”
“Of course. Drew and me. Between the two of us, by the time you go back, you will have absolutely no doubts as to your sexuality. That’s what the idiot you are divorcing did to you, isn’t it? Make you doubt your sexuality? Your womanhood? Your sexiness? We can give it back to you, and more. Are you up for it, Mel? Are you up for me? Can you handle it? The question is, do you want to handle it?”
“I’m not sure, I…”
“Alright, but you want me right now, don’t you? I can feel it in your body.” His hand travelled down to my crotch, which, I have to admit, was telling him exactly what he wanted to know. I was wet. Wet and hot and horny as hell and yes, I wanted him to fuck me, badly.
“See?” he said with a smile.
“Your body can’t lie, can it? You want it.” His mouth swooped down again and kissed me. It felt so good! His hands were exploring me again, pulling me closer, so that I could feel the force of his arousal just above my crotch. Oh, I wanted it, alright. I wanted it badly.
Our lips were momentarily parted when he unceremoniously pulled my t-shirt of me, allowing my bra-less breasts to hop free, bouncing slightly. His head dipped down, and he caught a nipple in his mouth, on which he started suckling. His other hand moved down the front of my sweatpants and found my wet pussy. After rubbing at the clit, he dipped in a finger and swirled it around. He was driving me insane. I had been on tender hooks since arriving, and the anticipation of what was to follow was working me into a frenzy for which my body demanded relief.
“Drew, please,” I managed to gasp as he slowly worked me up to an orgasm.
Drew hoisted me onto the kitchen counter, the same one where we had earlier sat and had breakfast, and pushed me down. He stood for a few moments and looked at me, as if he was studying every nook and cranny, every bump and dip, in short, every inch. The desire and lust in his eyes made my inner woman, the one which had for so long been broken down, revel in the look. It made me feel beautiful, desirable, and yeah, let’s face it, sexy.
“I can’t wait, Mel.” Drew parted my legs and plunged his cock into me, to the hilt, and immediately started pumping into me, his movements hard, fast and frenzied, like a man who was about to have his last fuck before going to the gas chamber. His eyes never left my bouncing breasts, and if possible, he picked up his speed, as if his cock and my tits had to move to the same rhythm.
I felt my orgasm build again, slowly, yet incessantly, and I knew that whatever happened, I needed it, wanted it, yearned for it. And then I had it. It hit me in waves, running from my pussy to every nerve ending in my body, making me shudder and scream (I did mention I was loud, didn’t I?) while my nails tried finding something to dig into, yet all it found was the cold, marble counter top. Drew’s orgasm followed after a few more thrusts, an incomprehensive, guttural cry accompanying his seed as it shot into me. There we both were, me on my back, and him standing between my legs, gasping for air.
“You okay?” Drew managed.
I nodded. “Yeah, more than okay. That was bloody marvelous!”
“Good. Do you want another round? Jace said to let you know he is willing and able and only waiting for my phone call. You up to being our plaything for the few days before you leave? It’s your chance to say so now.”
I licked my lips in anticipation of the large, rock-solid marine.
“Hmm, let me take a quick shower and send him right on in.”
“Good girl,” I heard from behind my back, as I made my way through to my bedroom, trying to walk elegantly while stark naked, hoping my wobbly bits weren’t jiggling around too much.
I got into the shower, enjoying the warmth over my aroused body, and wondered at my own audacity. And Drew’s. Hell, I never knew he could make a girl feel that way. And take charge of things the way he has. I knew he was successful, but I never, in my wildest dreams, thought he would turn out to be such a… well…. Such a stud.
***
I was standing under the shower, rinsing off the suds, when I felt a pair of large hands encircle me from behind. I was pulled flush against a hard, muscled body, Jace’s. His hands roamed over me, touching, stroking, the warm water adding to the sensation. He started nuzzling my neck, nipping at the soft skin carefully, while his hands kneaded my overly sensitive breasts.
“Relax,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath on my wet skin cooling and heating me at the same time.
One arm pulled me against him even more firmly, if possible, and he plunged two fingers into me, while his thumb circled my clit. I squirmed in his embrace, but he would give no quarter. I was held fast, and toyed with, helpless beneath his onslaught. He picked up his pace, left my clit alone, and drove into me, faster and faster, causing my orgasm, when it came, to be both painful and wonderful at the same time. He kept on at me, refusing to withdraw, until my last shudder and moan had left me. I was spent. Or so I thought.
Jace turned me around, picked me up as if I weighed nothing, pushing my back against the cold tiles, pulled my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and shoved his cock right on up into me, again. He forced my chin up so that he could look me in the eyes.
“Hold onto me and don’t let go.” I wasn’t planning on doing so.
The first thrust went deep, filling me to my limits, and then he picked up the pace, faster and faster. I was pinned between him and the wall, being taken, used, and loving every moment of it. I came with a scream, he with a grunt, and then his arms were around me, holding me.
“You okay?”
Not able to say anything, I merely nodded my head, my body satisfied, my mind struggling to think coherently. It had been that good!
Jace left me to towel off and get dressed in my own time. Naked, I walked through to my bedroom, and crawled into bed. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I slept like a baby.
I woke a few hours later, got dressed, and walked through to the living area. Nobody was in sight, but propped against a vase, there was an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and had to sit. It was from Drew.
Mel,
It’s wonderful having you here. Jace and I are out for a bit. We’ll bring some takeout when we get back. Hope you have a good rest. We both want you tonight, at the same time. Are you up for it? Think about it, and let us know when we get back. We promise, if you say yes, you won’t be sorry.
Drew
I have to tell you, I was worried. I’ve been with men, but never two at the same time. My sexual experiences at college were varied, and yeah, I had done anal, but never, ever with two men at the same time. The thought was disconcerting on the one hand, although on the other, I have to admit that it has been a fantasy of mine. I think I might have mentioned that. No? Well now you know. Anyway, there I was, all alone, with nothing to do except wait on their arrival. I looked around, and wondered what I could get up to so as to pass the time, but honestly, nothing came to mind. I could watch some T.V., of course, but hey, I was in Vegas! Who watches T.V. while in Vegas? I went back to my room and put on some make-up and got dressed to go out, leaving a note of my own for them in case they got back before I did.
***
The place was packed. Slot machines were ringing, and there was the occasional whoop of joy as someone won. The slots, however, was not my aim. I got some chips and wandered over to a blackjack table, it was a game that had always held my fascination, and took a seat. I was soon engrossed in the game, and had won some and lost some. It was about 30 minutes later that a cocktail was put at my side, blue in color, garnished with an umbrella and a slice of lime.
“It’s from the gentleman at the next table, ma’am,” I was told. I looked over.
I did a mental “Ugh”.
The guy looked like a real sleaze ball. You know the type, right?
Older, trying to look young by growing out his thinning hair, combing it over the bald patch, and tying it into a ponytail at the back of his head, his hair obviously dyed, clothes one size too small as if it would hold in the belly he was so desperately trying to suck in, the gold-plated jewelry aimed to impress but failing to do so, and the greasy smile! Hell no! I promptly waved the drink away, telling the waitron to say thank you, but no thank you. The lady was not interested.
I was back into the game again, landing a Jack and an ace, the perfect number, and hoping the house didn’t come up with a better hand, when I had another drink plopped down in front of me. Another cocktail, something minty by the smell of it. I once again waved it away, hoping the guy would get the message, and won the round. I felt proud of myself, for the hand, not the guy.
The cards were dealt again. I asked for a third, and landed with a total of ten points. I kid you not, but I felt this presence settle in beside me. You guessed it, Mr. Sleeze.
“Hi baby. Seems you doin’ alright” came the Texan drawl, although I had to wonder at the fakeness of it, as no Texans I had ever met had exaggerate their accent the way this guy did. I decided to ignore him. The idiot then proceeded to put an arm around me, and lay a fat, pudgy, sweaty palm on my thigh.
“Excuse me, please. Let me go.”
“Oh come on baby, a hot girl like you needs some lookin’ after!” He flashed me a toothy, over-white grin.
I needed looking after alright, but most definitely not by this sour-breathed wanna-be Texan with the fake tan, which I noticed on closer inspection; the inspection not of my own volition, but due to his close proximity. I tried shrugging out of his embrace and getting up, my game and winnings forgotten in the bid to get away from him, but he held me down, forcing me to sit next to him.
“Let me go!”
The dealer and other players, at this point, noticed what was going on, but, as is the want with people when they see something distasteful, looked away. The dealer, I have to mention, did nod in someone’s general direction. The next thing I knew, Mr. Sleaze was pulled to one side and smartly escorted outside, while Drew and Jace looked at me, a mixture of fury and concern on their faces.
“Did he hurt you, Mel?” Drew managed first.
“Want me to kick his ass to the ground?” it came from Jace.
‘No I’m fine, and no, leave him alone. It’s over. Thanks for saving me.”
“Yeah well, we got back and found you gone but saw your note and decided to come looking for you.”
“Mel,” Drew interjected before Jace could say more, “I suggest we go upstairs and have something to eat, okay? Pizza is going to get cold, and I hate cold pizza. And no, it’s not from room service but from a place down the road that makes the best damn pizza in this town.
Come on. Let’s go.”
And there I was, walking through the crowd, squired by two gorgeous guys, aware of the admiring or withering glances of many a female; the withers being in my direction, the admiring ones being aimed at my two companions. I smirked. A girl could get used to this kind of thing. I liked feeling their jealousy, after all, it’s not every day you have two males like these two paying attention to you, is it?
We got into Drew’s private elevator, but the next thing I knew, I was drawn into Drew’s arms and soundly kissed.
“Don’t do that when I am around! I don’t like it. Understand?”
Before I could answer, Jace had grabbed me from behind, one hand kneading my breast while Drew watched. “And that, babe, goes for me as well. Got it?” I felt his breath in my neck. It was hot and moist and minty.
Well now, what was a girl to do? I nodded silently, smiled to myself, and kept my mouth tightly shut.
Drew was right, the pizza was good. Damn good! The base was thin, the way I liked it, yet not hard at all, and the cheese and toppings were cooked to perfection. Yummy! I have to mention, the chardonnay we had with it hit the right spot as well. I was well satisfied. Almost. The taste of Drew and the smell of Jace in the escalator had wet my appetite for sex once more, and I wondered what they had in mind.
I excused myself, had a quick shower, and changed into a revealing negligée which I covered with a robe; a girl doesn’t want to be too obvious about these things, and joined them in the lounge area. The lights, I noticed, had been dimmed, and both were seated on the couch with a space open between them.
“I take it, Mel, you have made a decision? An irrevocable one? You are willing to be our toy for the next few days? To do with as we will, with your consent, of course?” Drew was lounging back, his pristine white shirt undone to the navel, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of abs and a light smattering of hair to be drooled over.
“Yes.”
My answer sounded timid, although my excitement was reaching its maximum level. I was both scared and worked up. I had come to Vegas for sex, to put it frankly, in an attempt to regain my confidence in my sexuality after the breakup of my marriage, and it would seem I had found a double dose of it. I was not complaining, and the idea of both of them taking me…well, it added the extra bit of spice I needed.
“Come here, Mel,” Drew patted the empty spot between him and Jace, “come sit down. But before you do, take off the robe and let us look at you.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips and undid the robe, allowing it to slip off my shoulders and puddle at my feet. I stood facing them in my transparent sexy little outfit.
”Now take off the panties underneath.”
I hooked my fingers around the elastic, pulled the small scrap of material down, and kicked it aside.
“Turn around, Mel,” Drew’s soothing voice commanded.
I did as he bid me.
“Now bend over, Mel, we want to see your ass.”
By this time, my sexual need had reached fever-pitch, but I said nothing, turned and bent over, as far as I could. I felt someone’s presence behind me. It was Jace.
“Stand still, babe. This won’t take long.”
I felt something shoving at my pussy and up my channel. I almost fell over.
“Keep the position, babe,”Jace’s honeyed voice purred, “this is only the beginning. Now, don’t move, and take it, you hear?”
The next moment, my pussy was empty, and Jace was forcing a large butt plug into my small puckered ass, driving it in, inch by inch. I grasped my ankles, and bit on my teeth. It was not as much painful as it was uncomfortable, even though it had been lubricated by my own flowing juices.
“I’m readying you ups for some serious fucking. And you are going to like it, I guarantee it.” Jace kept on pushing and pushing until, unexpectedly, he stopped.
“Come here, Mel.” It was Drew again, who, it seemed, had stripped himself of his clothing while Jace was plugging up my ass. I went over and sat down where he had indicated.
“Now suck my cock.”
I glanced in Jace’s direction, knowing he would be watching. His eyes were glazed by lust, and he was rubbing himself through the material of his jeans.
I dipped my head, and took him into my mouth, licking his shaft from bottom to top, before hungrily sucking at him again, my head bobbing up and down while my one hand held him firmly at the base.
My body was suddenly turned around so that I was on my knees, and Jace’s huge cock was rammed down my weeping cunt, hard, forcing my body forward with each thrust. I no longer had to bob my head to blow Drew’s dick; Jace’s movements was doing that for me. It ended in a deep throat penetration each time, with the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat.
“Stop.”
I looked up at Drew, wondering if he was serious, while Jace kept on fucking me from behind.
“The stool.”
I had no idea what Drew meant, but Jace disappeared, only to reappear a few minutes later with a strange stool, high at one end, low at the other. This he placed on a sturdy coffee table.
“Bend over the stool, Mel.”
Of course I did. My ass was now firmly up in the air and my body leaning forwards. Drew came around in front of me. “Now do it again.”
I held my upper body up with my arms, and started working at his cock again, while Jace went to work on my pussy once more. It was a spit roast, I remember someone telling me once. They were spit-roasting me! A guy in front and one from behind. The thought was just a momentary flutter, to be replaced by trepidation when Jace stop fucking my cunt, and pulled out my plug. I didn’t have the chance to utter a word as my mouth was filled by Drew.
The tip of Jace’s bulbous cock was at my ass, being pushed in by his weight, and not as gently as the invasion of the plug had been. I was aware of a burning, stretching sensation. I tried to squirm, but got a smart smack on the ass for my efforts.
“Take it, Mel, take his cock. Think how it’s going to feel inside you, when he fucks your ass, imagine me in your cunt, imagine us taking you and making you ours. You want that, don’t you?”
Fuck help me I did! I wanted him, them both at the same time. It was my ultimate fantasy, my ultimate dream, to be wanted and taken by two men. It has been a desire since my college days, but one that I had always felt guilty of, afraid of what society would know. But as the two kept saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and if no one was telling, I would be safe. Besides, my mother would never believe Drew anyway, she believed he was gay.
Jace started moving inside me, slowly at first, pulling right out and plunging it right back in. The experience was amazing, my groans were those of delight and lust, all mixed together. My orgasm was building and I didn’t want it to end. Through my haze of want and need, I became aware of Drew, his penis in front of me, and I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth, sucking on him, while Jace used my ass. I came unexpectedly, the shudders ripping through my body, while my scream was muffled by Drew’s cock. I lay over the strange stool, spent, and replete. However, it would seem the two of them were just getting started.
Jace picked me up as if I was a sack of potatoes, effortlessly, although, to give him his due, he didn’t throw me over his shoulder, but went and sat down on the couch, plonked me in his lap, hoisted me up, and lowered my ass onto his dick. Holy hell, the feeling! He leant over backwards, and started all over again. Jace watched for a bit, and came over to join in on the action. He pushed his dick into my pussy, and there I was, plugged from the front and behind, by two stunning men with huge dicks, every girl’s wet dream fantasy come true. I was filled to the hilt, one part of me being in awe of my ability to take them both, the other part screaming mutely for them to fuck me senseless. They did not disappoint me.
Drew, on his knees, started flexing his hips, driving into me, the motion enough to almost dislodge Jace. Jace pulled me down onto him firmly, and held me in place, allowing Drew to set the pace and the motion. My breasts were jiggling all over, much to Drew’s delight. His hands left my hips and grabbed my globes, and squeezed and massaged at them, the intermittent tugs on my nipples and the slight pain serving to add to my pleasure. Who knew a little pain could cause so much excitement in the recipient? Not me, let me assure you! My sexual encounters have all been decidedly…for want of a better word…vanilla, even the anal sex I once experimented with was nothing like I was experiencing now!
My orgasm was rising, again, my moans, intensifying in frequency, enough to let them know. Drew allowed one of his hands to go down to my clit; the slick nub was begging to be rubbed. He worked at it with his thumb, rubbing it, the sensation of my ass and pussy being fucked together with my clit being given a good work over, pushed me over the edge, and I came, a huge, squirting orgasm that ripped a scream out of me, but they gave no quarter. They carried on, fucking my holes through my orgasm, pushing me to the edge again. Drew came first, a huge deluge of spunk rushing into me, tickling my womb, enough to drive me over the edge once more. It was as I hit my peak, that Jace came as well, his sperm shooting into my ass. I was exhausted, Drew laying over me, and both of us on Jace. It was a meat sandwich, and I was the filling.
Drew was the first to come back to earth. He carried me into his shower, to be quickly followed by Jace, and the two of them cleaned me up. This was a good thing, because there was no way my wobbly legs could have kept me standing at that point.
Afterwards, Jace held me up while Drew dried me off and picked me up, laying me gently in the center of his huge bed. I drifted off to sleep with a man on either side of me; safe, secure, and well looked after. I think it was the best sleep that I have ever had.
***
The rest of the week sped by; too fast, in my opinion. I felt lethargic, well rested, confident in my sex appeal, and seriously well fucked. Drew’s limo dropped me off at the airport, and it was as if every male turned to look at me. I felt sexy. As the plane took off, I looked down at Vegas and smiled. I have had the time of my life, and I couldn’t wait for our next little encounter at Christmas, if Jace was able. If not, Drew promised, he would get us someone else to play house with. It would be strange not having Jace there, as I really like the guy, but Drew is in charge, and I like it that way. He would never get someone I wouldn’t like being a part of a fucking session. I smiled again. Whatever happened, Christmas would be another session to remember!
~THE END~