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20/09/2009
Dan here.
After spending Saturday night until Monday morning with Lori (see Thanksgiving, Part 4), I came back to the hotel and found Vicky asleep, alone, in the bed. I was feeling guilty that she was alone while I had spent the last two nights with another woman. I sat on the bed and looked at my wife. I guess she felt me sit down and she opened her eyes.
“Hi Baby,” she said. “You have a good weekend?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Ran into an old friend. When did you get back?”
“Oh, Joey brought me back last night. He spent the night, but left sometime early this morning. I think he had to go to work.”
I felt a little better knowing I hadn’t abandoned her all night. “Did you have a good time?” I asked.
“At first,” she replied softly. “He took me to an exclusive, private club in the downtown area. We had a wonderful dinner and lots of drinks. After dinner we went into a large room, kinda’ like a large living room, with chairs, and sofas, and loveseats in a big oval, with a small padded table or hassock in the middle of the oval. There were about 20 other couples there. We drank and talked to people. Then Joey did the strangest thing. He handed me a small pill and asked me to take it. When I asked what it was, he said it was just something to ‘get me in the mood’. I figured it couldn’t be anything dangerous, so I took it and drank another margarita.”
“After 10 minutes or so, I started to feel a little woozy. I said something to Joey, but he said it would pass. I did stop feeling woozy after a while, but the pill was definitely stronger than I thought it would be.”
“After a couple of drinks, Joey led me over to this hassock like thing in the middle and sat me down on it. He asked me if I was okay and I said, ‘yes’. Then he lifted my dress over my head and I was naked with all these people around me. I don’t know if it was the pill or the alcohol, but I didn’t care. He laid me down on the hassock thing and started fucking me. I liked him fucking me while all these people watched. He pulled my pussy open and was hurting me, but not as much as before. I guess that was the pill. He came inside me and then stood up. I laid there and another guy started fucking me. After him another guy fucked me. I’m not sure, but I think that eventually every guy in the room fucked me. I was out of it. But I liked it. I came over and over. I can’t believe I did that with all those people watching.”
“After they all fucked me, Joey came back over. He asked me if I trusted him. I told him I did. He asked if I liked it when it hurt when we had sex. I told him I did. Then he asked me to take another pill. I didn’t even think about it, I just swallowed it. In a few minutes things got kinda’ blurry, but I could see Joey was still there with me. Then I felt pain. A really sharp pain in my one nipple. Then in my other. I started screaming and crying, but some of the other guys were holding my arms and legs down and I couldn’t get up. Then I saw that Joey had a long needle looking thing in his hand. I felt the same pain in my stomach and then my pussy. He was sticking this needle into me. “
She had started crying. Then she rolled over on her back. “This is what he did,” she cried. Both her nipples, her navel, and her vagina, just over her clit, had been pierced. Gold rings, about an inch in diameter were in each of the piercings. A gold chain was strung from one nipple ring to the other. Two other chains ran down from her nipples to the ring in her navel. A single chain ran from her navel down to the clit ring. There were still blood stains on her from where the piercings had been made.
She stopped crying, saying, “Baby, don’t hate me. I didn’t let him do it. I was drugged. It really hurt. Are you mad at me?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not mad at you. Did he put anything on them so they wouldn’t get infected?”
“I don’t think so,” she answered.
I got out my bathroom kit. I always carried a small tube of antiseptic ointment when I traveled. I carefully rubbed some on each of the piercings. I was very angry that this guy had done this to her. I was pissed as hell that he drugged her and hurt her. But, truth be told, the damned piercing and chains were downright sexy. I liked them.
I asked Vicky if she could stand and she said she could. I helped her into the shower, took off my clothes and joined her. I cleaned her up, carefully wiping away any blood. She seemed to feel better when we came out of the shower. I put some more ointment on each of the piercings. I didn’t want her getting infected.
“He did this on Saturday night?” I asked. She nodded. “What did you do all day Sunday and Sunday night?”
“After the club, he took me back to his place. We fucked most of Sunday, then he brought me back here last night. Since you weren’t here, he stayed.” She looked at me. “And, yes, I fucked him most of last night, too. Then early this morning he left to go to work.”
She looked at me again, then said, “I know, he hurt me and I still fucked him. You probably think I’m a little whore. But, Dan, I was drugged. I was scared. And I couldn’t find my own way back to the hotel. So I fucked him. And, yes, I still enjoyed that big cock. Go ahead, call me a whore.”
I looked at her. “No,” I said, “I’m not going to call you a whore. I don’t think you are a whore. Do you remember what I told you before this whole thing started on Saturday?”
She nodded slowly. “You told me you loved me and that you would always love me. But I doubt you were thinking of this.”
“Well,” I said. “I meant it. I still love you. I still want you. I let you go out with him on Saturday, so I can’t be mad at you because you had sex with him. “
“Do you want me to take off the rings and chains?” she asked.
“No, I don’t. If you like them, then I want you to wear them. Actually, I think they’re kinda’ sexy.”
She smiled and put her arms around me, pulling me close to here. “I love you, husband. Now, fuck me,” she laughed. “Rattle my chains, Baby.”
I pulled off my pants, shoes, and shorts. I even took the time to remove my shirt. I really wanted to feel those rings and chains against my body while I fucked her. I started out by going down on her, licking her pussy. As I slid my tongue up to the top of her pussy, it slipped across the ring just above her clit. The taste of the metal ring was hard and cold, but somehow exciting. I felt my cock getting hard. I shoved my tongue deeper inside of her. The ring rubbed against my nose. That felt weird, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get her hot and by the sounds of her breathing, that’s just what I was doing.
I slid up her body, running my tongue up the chain from her clit to her navel. I stuck my tongue through the ring in her navel and deep into her belly button. Then I moved on up her body, licking the center of her belly and up to the chain between her tits. The two chains from her navel to her nipples were on either side of my face. I move my mouth over to her right nipple, sucking the ring into my mouth and flicking her nipple with my tongue. After making her right nipple wet and hard, I moved to the left nipple. As I suckled it, I felt it growing, getting hard, and her breathing became even faster and deeper.
When both nipples felt like small hard pebbles, I lowered my body onto hers. I used my hand to put my cock against the lips of her pussy. I slid the head of my cock just inside those lips and pressed it against her clit. As I moved my body up and down and my cock rubbed against her clit, Vicky whispered, “Now, Baby, shove it in now.” But I waited, enjoying the tension building in her as I felt the chains move under my body.
Vicky was getting unbelievably horny. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, now.” But I still waited, pushing my cock against her clit. I could feel her clit getting wetter and thicker with every stroke. She started getting more frantic. I wanted her to beg for it. She did.
“PLEASE, FUCK ME,” she yelled. But I wasn’t done teasing her. If Joey and his monster cock could hurt her, the least she could let me do was tease her beyond control. She wrapped her legs around me. She was trying to force me to shove my cock inside her. I wanted to make her want me even more. Suddenly, she started crying and tears ran down the sides of her face.
“Please fuck me, Dan,” she cried. “Dammit, fuck me. If you want me to beg, I’m begging. I’ll do anything you want…just fuck me. Dammit, Dan, what do I have to do?”
I don’t even know why I said it. “You could fuck our friends, too,” I blurted out.
“I’ll fuck all our friends,” she cried, tears still streaming down her face. “PLEASE, will you fuck me NOW?”
Her begging turned me on. I’m not sure why, since I never did that to her before. But my cock felt like a cold steel rod. I shoved it into her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to cry out like she did fucking Joey. I pushed as hard as I could. When I shoved, she clamped her legs tight around me, pulling me deep inside her. She let out a small whimper. I don’t know if I hurt her physically or not, but she continued to cry, pulling me into her faster and faster.
“Thank you, thank you,” she whimpered. “I’ll fuck anyone else you want. Right now I just want you to fuck me. Please don’t stop. Fuck me hard.”
I did as I was told. I didn’t have a monster cock like Joey, but I pushed and shoved and drilled what I did have as far into her as I could. The faster we moved, the more I felt the chains under me. Sometimes they rolled over, sometimes they pinched, but they were always cold, hard, and exciting. I really did want to rattle her chains.
At first, she couldn’t seem to get enough, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her. But suddenly she tensed, her legs locked around my body and she actually let out a scream as I felt her cum. Her body seemed to spasm, her legs flexing against my body and she finally stopped crying. Just then, my balls let loose, shooting my load deep into her wet, soft pussy. Two more gigantic shoves and I was spent. I had nothing more to give. I collapsed on top of her, my weight dropping fully on her body. Her legs loosened against me and we lay like that for several minutes, while I tried to suck in enough oxygen to be able to move again. When I could move, I rolled over on my side, moving my weight off of her.
We laid together, holding each other. I drifted off for 20 or 30 minutes and I believe she did, too. When I woke up, I was horny again. My cock was already getting hard. I reached down and started to play with her clit, running my finger up and down her swollen clitoris and tugging gently on the ring above it.
Vicky pulled my hand away. “I want you in my mouth,” she said. Then she switched positions, putting her head between my legs and wrapping her legs around my head. As she started to suck on my hardening cock, I began licking her pussy. The more I licked, the tighter her legs got around my head. Soon it was getting hard to breathe. Her pussy was wrapped around my nose and mouth. But I still kept licking and sucking, working her up to a frenzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, or maybe it was real. But I could hear the chains, moving back and forth, rolling left and right…and they rattled.
Vicky continued to suck my cock. Eventually she had most of it in her mouth. I could feel my cock extending down into her throat. She wrapped her arms around my ass and pulled harder and harder. I could hear her starting to gag, but she didn’t pull my cock out of her mouth. I was feeling a little disoriented myself, probably because I wasn’t able to breathe, either. Suddenly I started to cum, squirting my white, sticky fluid deep into her throat. Vicky gagged a few more times and went limp. I knew she had choked again. Fortunately when she went limp, her legs loosened their grip on my head. I lifted my head, sucking in air. I had to inhale several deep breaths before I had enough strength to move my body around, pulling my cock out of her mouth.
She had stopped breathing, again. I blew into her mouth. This time it took three or four strong breaths before she started choking and coughing up cum from deep in her throat. I held her until the coughing subsided and she opened her eyes. She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her cum covered lips. I still loved this slutty little wife of mine. We both drifted off to sleep again.
When we awoke, it was about 3 in the afternoon. We had to be out of the room by 5, so we both got up and took a shower together. We made some attempt at fucking while standing in the shower, but by this point I wasn’t getting very hard and Vicky was tired and spent. We dried each other off when we got out. I was careful drying around her new rings and I applied some more antiseptic ointment to each piercing afterwards.
We packed our clothes quietly. I think we both knew our relationship went through a big change over this weekend. I wasn’t sure if it was a change for the better or for the worse. I pulled our car up to the front of the hotel and carried our suitcases and all the bags of gifts we bought out to it. Then Vicky and I stopped by the front desk to be sure we had checked out properly and cleared our bill.
Even though the temperature had dropped, Vicky had put on a short, flared black skirt and a white halter top. She wore her open red wrap-around raincoat over that. Of course, she had no bra or panties on. The halter top tied in front and she tied it loosely so that her cleavage showed all the way down her chest. The halter also showed the chain between her nipples and below the halter were the two chains from her nipples to her navel. The skirt was a low-rider that hung well below her hips, so under her navel you could see the chain running down into her skirt. It was obvious that she had four piercings and chains connecting them all.
A young bellhop, if that’s what you still call them, followed us to the car and opened the passenger side door for Vicky. As I started around the front of the car, I noticed that she backed into her seat, giving the kid a perfect view of her pussy as she slid into the car. As I opened the driver’s door, she was still seated with her legs outside the car, facing the bellhop. She was fumbling excessively with her purse to get the kid a tip. As she handed him the bills, she lifted one leg to pull it inside the car, leaving the other outside. She now had her legs spread, her pussy wide open towards the bellhop. Then she pulled her coup de grace, dropping one of the bills in her hand onto the ground in front of her. The poor kid had no choice. It was his job. He bent over to pick up the bill. As he stood back up, his face came within six inches of her exposed pussy. He stood up and handed her the bill, but she refused, telling him it was his tip. His face was flushed. But his crotch was huge. You could clearly see his hard cock inside his pants as he stood facing her. With her sitting down, his swollen crotch was less than 18 inches from Vicky’s face. I was seriously concerned she might reach out, pulled down his fly, and give him a blow job right here in front of the hotel.
But she resisted. She lifted her other leg up onto the bottom of the car’s door frame, just to give the bellhop one more clear view of her wet pussy, and then turned in her seat, facing forward. The kid waited a moment, then closed the door for her. He stepped back from the car and I drove off. After I negotiated my way into traffic on the street in front of the hotel, I looked at Vicky. She was smiling.
“You may have damaged that kid forever,” I laughed.
“No, but I bet he’ll remember that moment forever,” she said, laughing, too.
I got on the freeway and started back towards our house. We didn’t say much at first. Then Vicky reclined her seat and laid back.
“I made you a promise,” she said. “So, who do you want me to fuck first?”
“I was just a little carried away in the moment,” I replied. “I don’t really want you to do our friends.”
“No, I promised,” she said. “And I plan to keep that promise, with or without your input.” She looked at me smiling. “Besides, there are a couple of our friends I’ve wanted to fuck for a while. Now’s my chance.”
She closed her eyes and drifted off. As I drove quietly back towards home, I remembered that old saw, “Be careful what you wish for; you might just get it.” I wondered what I just wished for -- and would I be thankful when I got it?
After spending Saturday night until Monday morning with Lori (see Thanksgiving, Part 4), I came back to the hotel and found Vicky asleep, alone, in the bed. I was feeling guilty that she was alone while I had spent the last two nights with another woman. I sat on the bed and looked at my wife. I guess she felt me sit down and she opened her eyes.
“Hi Baby,” she said. “You have a good weekend?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Ran into an old friend. When did you get back?”
“Oh, Joey brought me back last night. He spent the night, but left sometime early this morning. I think he had to go to work.”
I felt a little better knowing I hadn’t abandoned her all night. “Did you have a good time?” I asked.
“At first,” she replied softly. “He took me to an exclusive, private club in the downtown area. We had a wonderful dinner and lots of drinks. After dinner we went into a large room, kinda’ like a large living room, with chairs, and sofas, and loveseats in a big oval, with a small padded table or hassock in the middle of the oval. There were about 20 other couples there. We drank and talked to people. Then Joey did the strangest thing. He handed me a small pill and asked me to take it. When I asked what it was, he said it was just something to ‘get me in the mood’. I figured it couldn’t be anything dangerous, so I took it and drank another margarita.”
“After 10 minutes or so, I started to feel a little woozy. I said something to Joey, but he said it would pass. I did stop feeling woozy after a while, but the pill was definitely stronger than I thought it would be.”
“After a couple of drinks, Joey led me over to this hassock like thing in the middle and sat me down on it. He asked me if I was okay and I said, ‘yes’. Then he lifted my dress over my head and I was naked with all these people around me. I don’t know if it was the pill or the alcohol, but I didn’t care. He laid me down on the hassock thing and started fucking me. I liked him fucking me while all these people watched. He pulled my pussy open and was hurting me, but not as much as before. I guess that was the pill. He came inside me and then stood up. I laid there and another guy started fucking me. After him another guy fucked me. I’m not sure, but I think that eventually every guy in the room fucked me. I was out of it. But I liked it. I came over and over. I can’t believe I did that with all those people watching.”
“After they all fucked me, Joey came back over. He asked me if I trusted him. I told him I did. He asked if I liked it when it hurt when we had sex. I told him I did. Then he asked me to take another pill. I didn’t even think about it, I just swallowed it. In a few minutes things got kinda’ blurry, but I could see Joey was still there with me. Then I felt pain. A really sharp pain in my one nipple. Then in my other. I started screaming and crying, but some of the other guys were holding my arms and legs down and I couldn’t get up. Then I saw that Joey had a long needle looking thing in his hand. I felt the same pain in my stomach and then my pussy. He was sticking this needle into me. “
She had started crying. Then she rolled over on her back. “This is what he did,” she cried. Both her nipples, her navel, and her vagina, just over her clit, had been pierced. Gold rings, about an inch in diameter were in each of the piercings. A gold chain was strung from one nipple ring to the other. Two other chains ran down from her nipples to the ring in her navel. A single chain ran from her navel down to the clit ring. There were still blood stains on her from where the piercings had been made.
She stopped crying, saying, “Baby, don’t hate me. I didn’t let him do it. I was drugged. It really hurt. Are you mad at me?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not mad at you. Did he put anything on them so they wouldn’t get infected?”
“I don’t think so,” she answered.
I got out my bathroom kit. I always carried a small tube of antiseptic ointment when I traveled. I carefully rubbed some on each of the piercings. I was very angry that this guy had done this to her. I was pissed as hell that he drugged her and hurt her. But, truth be told, the damned piercing and chains were downright sexy. I liked them.
I asked Vicky if she could stand and she said she could. I helped her into the shower, took off my clothes and joined her. I cleaned her up, carefully wiping away any blood. She seemed to feel better when we came out of the shower. I put some more ointment on each of the piercings. I didn’t want her getting infected.
“He did this on Saturday night?” I asked. She nodded. “What did you do all day Sunday and Sunday night?”
“After the club, he took me back to his place. We fucked most of Sunday, then he brought me back here last night. Since you weren’t here, he stayed.” She looked at me. “And, yes, I fucked him most of last night, too. Then early this morning he left to go to work.”
She looked at me again, then said, “I know, he hurt me and I still fucked him. You probably think I’m a little whore. But, Dan, I was drugged. I was scared. And I couldn’t find my own way back to the hotel. So I fucked him. And, yes, I still enjoyed that big cock. Go ahead, call me a whore.”
I looked at her. “No,” I said, “I’m not going to call you a whore. I don’t think you are a whore. Do you remember what I told you before this whole thing started on Saturday?”
She nodded slowly. “You told me you loved me and that you would always love me. But I doubt you were thinking of this.”
“Well,” I said. “I meant it. I still love you. I still want you. I let you go out with him on Saturday, so I can’t be mad at you because you had sex with him. “
“Do you want me to take off the rings and chains?” she asked.
“No, I don’t. If you like them, then I want you to wear them. Actually, I think they’re kinda’ sexy.”
She smiled and put her arms around me, pulling me close to here. “I love you, husband. Now, fuck me,” she laughed. “Rattle my chains, Baby.”
I pulled off my pants, shoes, and shorts. I even took the time to remove my shirt. I really wanted to feel those rings and chains against my body while I fucked her. I started out by going down on her, licking her pussy. As I slid my tongue up to the top of her pussy, it slipped across the ring just above her clit. The taste of the metal ring was hard and cold, but somehow exciting. I felt my cock getting hard. I shoved my tongue deeper inside of her. The ring rubbed against my nose. That felt weird, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get her hot and by the sounds of her breathing, that’s just what I was doing.
I slid up her body, running my tongue up the chain from her clit to her navel. I stuck my tongue through the ring in her navel and deep into her belly button. Then I moved on up her body, licking the center of her belly and up to the chain between her tits. The two chains from her navel to her nipples were on either side of my face. I move my mouth over to her right nipple, sucking the ring into my mouth and flicking her nipple with my tongue. After making her right nipple wet and hard, I moved to the left nipple. As I suckled it, I felt it growing, getting hard, and her breathing became even faster and deeper.
When both nipples felt like small hard pebbles, I lowered my body onto hers. I used my hand to put my cock against the lips of her pussy. I slid the head of my cock just inside those lips and pressed it against her clit. As I moved my body up and down and my cock rubbed against her clit, Vicky whispered, “Now, Baby, shove it in now.” But I waited, enjoying the tension building in her as I felt the chains move under my body.
Vicky was getting unbelievably horny. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, now.” But I still waited, pushing my cock against her clit. I could feel her clit getting wetter and thicker with every stroke. She started getting more frantic. I wanted her to beg for it. She did.
“PLEASE, FUCK ME,” she yelled. But I wasn’t done teasing her. If Joey and his monster cock could hurt her, the least she could let me do was tease her beyond control. She wrapped her legs around me. She was trying to force me to shove my cock inside her. I wanted to make her want me even more. Suddenly, she started crying and tears ran down the sides of her face.
“Please fuck me, Dan,” she cried. “Dammit, fuck me. If you want me to beg, I’m begging. I’ll do anything you want…just fuck me. Dammit, Dan, what do I have to do?”
I don’t even know why I said it. “You could fuck our friends, too,” I blurted out.
“I’ll fuck all our friends,” she cried, tears still streaming down her face. “PLEASE, will you fuck me NOW?”
Her begging turned me on. I’m not sure why, since I never did that to her before. But my cock felt like a cold steel rod. I shoved it into her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to cry out like she did fucking Joey. I pushed as hard as I could. When I shoved, she clamped her legs tight around me, pulling me deep inside her. She let out a small whimper. I don’t know if I hurt her physically or not, but she continued to cry, pulling me into her faster and faster.
“Thank you, thank you,” she whimpered. “I’ll fuck anyone else you want. Right now I just want you to fuck me. Please don’t stop. Fuck me hard.”
I did as I was told. I didn’t have a monster cock like Joey, but I pushed and shoved and drilled what I did have as far into her as I could. The faster we moved, the more I felt the chains under me. Sometimes they rolled over, sometimes they pinched, but they were always cold, hard, and exciting. I really did want to rattle her chains.
At first, she couldn’t seem to get enough, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her. But suddenly she tensed, her legs locked around my body and she actually let out a scream as I felt her cum. Her body seemed to spasm, her legs flexing against my body and she finally stopped crying. Just then, my balls let loose, shooting my load deep into her wet, soft pussy. Two more gigantic shoves and I was spent. I had nothing more to give. I collapsed on top of her, my weight dropping fully on her body. Her legs loosened against me and we lay like that for several minutes, while I tried to suck in enough oxygen to be able to move again. When I could move, I rolled over on my side, moving my weight off of her.
We laid together, holding each other. I drifted off for 20 or 30 minutes and I believe she did, too. When I woke up, I was horny again. My cock was already getting hard. I reached down and started to play with her clit, running my finger up and down her swollen clitoris and tugging gently on the ring above it.
Vicky pulled my hand away. “I want you in my mouth,” she said. Then she switched positions, putting her head between my legs and wrapping her legs around my head. As she started to suck on my hardening cock, I began licking her pussy. The more I licked, the tighter her legs got around my head. Soon it was getting hard to breathe. Her pussy was wrapped around my nose and mouth. But I still kept licking and sucking, working her up to a frenzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, or maybe it was real. But I could hear the chains, moving back and forth, rolling left and right…and they rattled.
Vicky continued to suck my cock. Eventually she had most of it in her mouth. I could feel my cock extending down into her throat. She wrapped her arms around my ass and pulled harder and harder. I could hear her starting to gag, but she didn’t pull my cock out of her mouth. I was feeling a little disoriented myself, probably because I wasn’t able to breathe, either. Suddenly I started to cum, squirting my white, sticky fluid deep into her throat. Vicky gagged a few more times and went limp. I knew she had choked again. Fortunately when she went limp, her legs loosened their grip on my head. I lifted my head, sucking in air. I had to inhale several deep breaths before I had enough strength to move my body around, pulling my cock out of her mouth.
She had stopped breathing, again. I blew into her mouth. This time it took three or four strong breaths before she started choking and coughing up cum from deep in her throat. I held her until the coughing subsided and she opened her eyes. She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her cum covered lips. I still loved this slutty little wife of mine. We both drifted off to sleep again.
When we awoke, it was about 3 in the afternoon. We had to be out of the room by 5, so we both got up and took a shower together. We made some attempt at fucking while standing in the shower, but by this point I wasn’t getting very hard and Vicky was tired and spent. We dried each other off when we got out. I was careful drying around her new rings and I applied some more antiseptic ointment to each piercing afterwards.
We packed our clothes quietly. I think we both knew our relationship went through a big change over this weekend. I wasn’t sure if it was a change for the better or for the worse. I pulled our car up to the front of the hotel and carried our suitcases and all the bags of gifts we bought out to it. Then Vicky and I stopped by the front desk to be sure we had checked out properly and cleared our bill.
Even though the temperature had dropped, Vicky had put on a short, flared black skirt and a white halter top. She wore her open red wrap-around raincoat over that. Of course, she had no bra or panties on. The halter top tied in front and she tied it loosely so that her cleavage showed all the way down her chest. The halter also showed the chain between her nipples and below the halter were the two chains from her nipples to her navel. The skirt was a low-rider that hung well below her hips, so under her navel you could see the chain running down into her skirt. It was obvious that she had four piercings and chains connecting them all.
A young bellhop, if that’s what you still call them, followed us to the car and opened the passenger side door for Vicky. As I started around the front of the car, I noticed that she backed into her seat, giving the kid a perfect view of her pussy as she slid into the car. As I opened the driver’s door, she was still seated with her legs outside the car, facing the bellhop. She was fumbling excessively with her purse to get the kid a tip. As she handed him the bills, she lifted one leg to pull it inside the car, leaving the other outside. She now had her legs spread, her pussy wide open towards the bellhop. Then she pulled her coup de grace, dropping one of the bills in her hand onto the ground in front of her. The poor kid had no choice. It was his job. He bent over to pick up the bill. As he stood back up, his face came within six inches of her exposed pussy. He stood up and handed her the bill, but she refused, telling him it was his tip. His face was flushed. But his crotch was huge. You could clearly see his hard cock inside his pants as he stood facing her. With her sitting down, his swollen crotch was less than 18 inches from Vicky’s face. I was seriously concerned she might reach out, pulled down his fly, and give him a blow job right here in front of the hotel.
But she resisted. She lifted her other leg up onto the bottom of the car’s door frame, just to give the bellhop one more clear view of her wet pussy, and then turned in her seat, facing forward. The kid waited a moment, then closed the door for her. He stepped back from the car and I drove off. After I negotiated my way into traffic on the street in front of the hotel, I looked at Vicky. She was smiling.
“You may have damaged that kid forever,” I laughed.
“No, but I bet he’ll remember that moment forever,” she said, laughing, too.
I got on the freeway and started back towards our house. We didn’t say much at first. Then Vicky reclined her seat and laid back.
“I made you a promise,” she said. “So, who do you want me to fuck first?”
“I was just a little carried away in the moment,” I replied. “I don’t really want you to do our friends.”
“No, I promised,” she said. “And I plan to keep that promise, with or without your input.” She looked at me smiling. “Besides, there are a couple of our friends I’ve wanted to fuck for a while. Now’s my chance.”
She closed her eyes and drifted off. As I drove quietly back towards home, I remembered that old saw, “Be careful what you wish for; you might just get it.” I wondered what I just wished for -- and would I be thankful when I got it?
Poster:
Dan
