NOTE: New posts go at the top, as in most blogs, but that means that in a story like this, spread over several posts, you really need to find the first post in the series and read them in order. So, that's what I suggest you do here.

We all slept in until about Noon, when my cell phone went off. I should have turned it off when I put it on the charger as Belle and Kelsey had done with theirs, so they were a bit steamed at me until they noticed the time, when their gruff aspersions turned to muffled mumbles.

It was Gina saying that she and Ray wanted to take us all to lunch. I asked if the girls had any other plans (I knew I'd likely be doing whatever Kelsey wanted to do, since this trip was her treat). They both said it sounded like a great idea.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but Gina was very cagey and said she had promised not to give away the surprise, and that it would be a giant surprise. Knowing how capable Ray was of surprising "normal" people, I knew we really had something to look forward to

As we showered together (and, yes, of course we fooled around as we did so), we speculated as to where we'd be going. Ray had gotten us into the Ghost Bar with no problems, so he could probably go right to the head of the line in just about any hard-to-get-into restaurant in Vegas. And Vegas is probably second only to New York City and New Orleans as a culinary capital in the United States.

Many of the top restaurants in New York and New Orleans have "branch offices" in the major casino hotels, serving much the same food as you'd find in the original restaurants, but perhaps with a bit of West Coast or Southwest flair.

Kelsey was hoping it'd be Emeril's. Belle had already been there with her uncle, so she doubted it would be Emeril's, thinking he'd want to surprise her as well. She was thinking perhaps they'd hop on his jet and possibly fly to a restaurant in Big Sur she'd heard him talking about, though some restaurants in Los Angeles or Phoenix were also possibilities.

As yet, I had no culinary bearings, so I would just have to wait and hope it'd be good.

We had to rush, because Ray would be picking us up at the Rio's drop off/pickup door at 1, and so we had to cut back on what would have been an extended "How does this top look with this skirt?" or "Are my cheeks sticking out of these shorts?" and so we decided that each of us would dress one of the others. So I dressed Belle who dressed Kelsey who dressed me. It was like "dress up dolls" when I was a little girl, only we got to play with real full-sized dolls we could fuck!

Belle had a pair of spray-on white short shorts in a 50's style that I knew would be "Camel Toe City." I paired those up with a green and pink floral bikini top (the temperature outside was already in the low 80's!) and a pair of green step-in pumps. She decided on no underwear at all, which was a good choice considering how tight her shorts were. I reminded the girls to bring along swim suits "just in case" (since every Las Vegas hotel has a fabulous swimming pool, so Belle stuffed the bottom that matched her bikini top into a shoulder bag which would double as her purse for the day.

For Kelsey, Belle picked out a frilly white tube top that really showed off her incredible (and 100% natural) almost-D-cup boobs and a ripped tummy so tight that her belly button was an almost imperceptible vertical slit unless she actually bent forward. She paired this up with a huge diaphanous red scarf with a blue and yellow batik pattern which, wrapped twice around her waist and rolled at one hip to secure allowed you to get some idea of the pattern in her white lace panties. Adding a pair of white heels with just a touch of platform made Kelsey, already 6' tall, about 6'5" tall. A slender but super-sexy Amazon!

Kelsey found the black stretch capris I'd brought with me, which show off my ass like no other article of clothing I own, and paired it with a sleeveless top bearing a Mondrianesque pattern of squares, rectangles and thick lines in various primary colors on a white background. With the addition of my red wedgies, I was dressed to kill. Like Belle, I wore no undies, and for the same reason: no panty lines.

This done and with only five minutes left before our appointed pickup time, we stuffed whatever we thought we'd be needing into our respective bags, put on our sunglasses, and headed toward the elevator.

Ray and Gina were out waiting, leaning up against the side of the limo. Ray was dressed like so many guys, in light brown Bermuda shorts and a gaudy Hawaiian shirt with flowers the size of dinner plates, each with a ring of hula girls in the center all against a background of palm trees and sunsets.

Gina was in shorts. Not particularly tight. Not particularly sexy. She didn't need to be with Ray. Despite the fact that he paid her for sex, when not having sex they were friends. But she was still smart and sensitive enough not to do anything to make him feel jealous. She knew when to "sex it up" and when not. But no matter how Gina dresses, she's one of he most appealing girls I have ever known.

Belle ran up to her uncle, who gave her a warm (but not weirdly warm) hug. I had been wondering how "close" they were, and that kind of answered my question. No boundaries were being crossed there. Nothing strictly "taboo" was going on between them, though for sure they knew and witnessed much more of each other's private lives than most people would regard as "normal."

We all clambered in the back and once we were all strapped in, Ray tapped on the little window between our compartment and the driver and we were off.

"So," asked Belle, "can you tell us where we're going to be eating?"

Ray smiled slyly and said, "You've eaten there before, but even so I hope it's a surprise, because it's been a while...and the last time I know you liked it very much."

Belle's expression was a mix of slight disappointment and puzzlement. She had been hoping for someplace new, but now her mind had turned to guessing where it might be we were going.

As we turned out of the drive, it became clear we were not going to be going anywhere on the strip, and instead were heading out into the boonies.

We listened to some CD's Belle had backed. She liked 80's rock and so we got our fill of Duran Duran, ABC, Thomas Dolby, and Hall and Oates. Not my cup of tea (I would have preferred Coltrane or Moby or Dirty Vegas) but I got into the mood and soon was singing along.

About a half hour went by and after checking the window to see where we were, Belle turned and said, "I think I know where we're going. We're going to Uncle (name withheld)'s place, aren't we Uncle Ray?" Gina smiled and nudged Ray with her elbow. Ray just smiled, but it was clear to all that now that only two of us didn't know where we were going. Equally clear was that Kelsey and I would have to wait. The name Belle had used had been a common first name, and so that was no help at all. I did sense, though, that when she used "Uncle" to refer to this mysterious person, it was the affectionate usage of the word, not the genealogical one.

About 1:45 p.m., we turned off the main road onto a narrow asphalt road that led into the nearby mountains. After about 10 minutes, we arrived at a solid iron gate. A gate that had a uniformed guard in a red brick guard house. This gate was the only interruption in a 15-foot tall stone wall that went on and on in both directions. Desert and wall almost as far as the eye could see, but of course the terrain was a bit hilly, so we couldn't really see more than a half mile or so in one direction and a bit less in the other.

"Hello, Mr. (and here I withhold Ray's last name)," said the guard, who added, "You're expected." Once we passed through the gate, it was like stepping into another world. In fact, it was almost like stepping back into Ohio. Instead of the light brown soil and scrub that characterize so much of Nevada, we were in the midst of a gigantic green lawn, with ponds and shade trees.

A double brace of Dobermans ran beside the car, racing us to our destination, their tongues flailing in the breeze, their dark pitiless eyes trained on the car. I pitied anyone who wanted to burglarize this place. These dogs didn't look like they'd be distracted by a few T-bones. They seemed trained to accompany anyone or anything on the property! And they were probably trained to go Medieval on anyone who did anything they weren't supposed to do.

When we got to the front door, there was a man in the doorway talking to a what appeared to a young Mexican-looking woman in an austere (meaning, not fetishistic) maid's outfit.

As we rounded the fountain in front of the house, the man heard us and turned around. I couldn't see who it was, but Kelsey could and she turned to Ray and Gina and said, "Is that...?" She didn't need to finish her sentence before it was clear that it was indeed who she thought it was.

I unbuckled and looked out the window and saw that it was a very famous man from the entertainment industry. I've promised not to say who it was, but it might be an actor, a singer, or even one of the famous magicians who now work mostly in Las Vegas. At any rate, he's a very famous man, and obviously a very rich one as well.

We piled out and (let's just call him "NW" for "name withheld") embraced Ray and Gina in one gigantic hug. They were all obviously quite familiar with each other. Ray introduced us and NW made us feel like welcome guests, bidding us to come out of the heat, for by now it was certainly in the high 80's.

"Gina, you never told me..." I whispered to her. "There are things I have to keep to myself, that are for Ray to reveal," she said. "In their world, that they know each other and are really very close friends could backfire and hurt one or the other. You should keep it to yourself as well. Do you promise?" I did. I could sense that Ray had asked her to tell me that. She added, "Be sure that Kelsey understands, too. You can talk about this as much as you like, but never use his name."

NW was in the lead, holding Belle's hand. I could sense that like Ray's, NW's relationship with her was caring, not exploitative. Their deep affection for each other was obvious. Still, they all—Ray, NM, and even Belle—lived in a world with rules different even from my own and Kelsey's rather strange world.

Given the late hour (approaching 2 p.m.) we were led straight through to a glassed-in patio on the shady back side of the house where we were introduced to a short middle-aged jovial woman named Hilda. She was introduced as the "house manager" and head cook. A table was set for six and how we would be eating was made obvious by the buffet table off to one side.

Kelsey and I were agog at what was presented. I think I looked appalled as well, because Hilda confided that "Don't worry. It doesn't go to waste. Anything you don't eat the staff will be free to take home tonight."

Belle behaved like she lived there, because she didn't wait to be invited. She walked over to the buffet, grabbed a plate and started piling it on. "Uncle NW" looked at the rest of us as if to say, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

He and Ray politely let the women go first and soon we were piling out plates with barbecued chicken and ribs, ham, brisket of beef, about six different kinds of salads, and an unbelievable array of pickles. NW explained that "Hilda is an expert pickler, and has even written a book on the subject." (Don't look for a book by Hilda the Pickler...it's not her real name, no more than my real name is Jill Hill.)

There were pickled cucumbers of course, but also pickled citrus rinds all mixed together in one salad bowl. I love pickled watermelon rinds, and was pleased to find some of those. There were also pickled onions, pickled ginger, and a number of pickled fruits and vegetables I could hardly begin to describe. Of course, there was the obligatory garden salad bowl plus a bowl of Caesar salad.

Bread, potatoes, and rice were also in abundance, as were cakes, pies, and other sweets for afterward, but only Belle and NW (who probably faced a buffet like this almost every day) saved room for dessert, although all of us had some espresso from a large espresso maker right there next to the buffet, with the maid NW had been talking to as we arrived serving as barrista.

I see I have neglected to mention the view. Once again, green grass for quite a distance, with the occasional shady bower, each one with a picnic table or two in the center, in some cases with a pond as well.

Outside the dining room was a marble patio and just beyond and below a large swimming pool, complete with lane markers. Belle assured us it met competitive specifications and that she had practiced there whenever she and Uncle Ray visited NW. Apparently she'd been on the swim team in junior high school, but had switched to track later on, which helped explain those incredible legs of hers.

Apparently, she hadn't been out here in quite some time. She later explained that she had finished her high school education in a private school in the UK and had been far too busy in a private college in France to visit NW with her Uncle Ray. She worked as an intern over the summers and it was all she could do to get home for Christmas with her folks. She didn't even get to see Uncle Ray every year during that period.

As our coffee cups approached empty, Belle asked NW, "Is Little Nell still here?" He smiled at the question and replied, "Of course, but she's getting on in years."

Kelsey and I had by now learned that all would be revealed in due course. These people enjoyed keeping us in the dark. I think surprising us was pretty much the fun part for them.

So...after lunch we piled into two golf carts, NW driving one with Belle and Kelsey, and Ray driving me and Gina, and off we went down an asphalt path into the green distance of golf course-like lawn interpersed with trees.

After a short while we came upon what looked like a rather large crater. It turned out to be a big pit with bricked-up walls. A rather narrow staircase led down and NW, Belle in tow, took the lead, leading us down the stairs. This area had to be a couple acres at least and was big enough to have a thick stand of trees in the middle.

A trumpeting sound startled us. And when I say "trumpeting," I do not mean trumpeting like a swan. It was more like an...elephant!!! The "Little" part of "Little Nell" was obviously irony.

"Nellie!" yelled Belle. "Do you think she'll remember me?" she asked NW. "Elephants truly never forget," he said, adding, "So do rhinos, but not in a good way," to which the Ray laughed. I suppose it related to some experience they had shared.

As we all reached the floor of the pit, some of the trees shook and a rather huge elephant (an expression I admit right up front to be redundant) burst out of the trees, huffing as it charged in our direction. Kelsey and I looked at each other as if to say "If you chicken out and run up the stairs, I'm with you," but we saw that the rest of them didn't seem particularly disturbed, and that, besides, we were behind them and would be the first ones up the stairs if a retreat was called for.

The elephant's charge turned into a trot and then a walk. Quite clearly, it didn't want to kill or even scare us now. In fact, it rather slowly and gently walked up to Belle who at first hugged and then straddled the great trunk, which wrapped around her snugly and lifted her up onto it's great head. "She remembers!" cried Belle.

Gina walked up to pat Nell, and it was clear that the animal knew and accepted her as well.

NW explained, "They were great pals when she was a little girl. I think Nell thinks of Belle as a baby elephant. There used to be other animals in here, including a few that could be dangerous to a child, but after watching Nell and Belle together for a while, I noticed that whenever one of the other animals appeared to even show interest in Belle, Nell would get very interested in the other animal, and would even charge from time to time. After a while, all of the animals accepted that Belle was off-limits. Clearly, Nell had adopted her and had become her protector."

Well, Belle invited Kelsey and me to join her, but we weren't so sure. Belle looked at us like a couple of chicken-hearted cowards, so, nearly shitting my pants, I let Nell lift me up. Kelsey, was not going to let this turn into "the time Kelsey was too chicken to ride the elephant" at cocktail parties, so her face evincing palpable terror, she let Nell lift her up as well.

Gina was invited, too, but decided to stay with the guys.

I've ridden a horse on a saddle, but never bareback. It's weird being on such a huge beast, feeling the muscles and bones moving underneath the thick hide. Belle guided Nell all around the huge pit for about an hour. After the first five minutes of sheer terror, it started to be fun.

NW and Ray sat by the stairs, kibitzing while we girls entertained ourselves with the elephant. Now and then they'd wave and then turn back to each other in animated conversation. Obviously, they were the best of friends. Gina sat by Ray's side, obviously soaking up very good conversation.

At last, Belle guided Nell back to the guys and the elephant let us down its trunk. Belle hugged the trunk in a sad good-bye, for she had told us that Nell was already 85 years old in elephant years, and this would probably be her last visit with this childhood friend.

By now, it was late afternoon. We hopped into the carts and drove back to the house. NW invited us to stay for dinner and overnight and...how could we refuse? We were instructed to be ready by 8 and were then handed over to Hilda, who showed us to our room. I'm not sure why a man with no children has a room with four beds in it, but there we were in a room that had seemed a mix of a dormitory and a high-class fancy hotel.

Belle invited us to choose our beds first. Still, there were three of us and four beds, so even with two beds taken, she would have the choice of two. And it's not like there were any beds that sucked. They were all the same. Each bed also had a dresser on one side and a bed table on the other, both with lamps. All also had a love seat and a chair and a fine oriental rug. There wasn't a bad bed in the house!

One wall was floor-to-ceiling window. This window also faced the back of the house and was in perpetual shade. Two beds were on this side of the room and two on the other side. Kelsey and I took window spots, so Belle chose one of the others.

She started jumping up and down on her bed of choice like it was a trampoline. She did this for about 30 seconds and then said, "Wow...I feel horny. How about you guys? Wanna fuck?"

I looked at Kelsey, who was looking at Belle's astonishing body and I said "I'm in, how about you?" Kelsey said, "I could make some time for that!" We all laughed and ripped our clothing off as quickly as we could.

As soon as we were all nude, Belle and Kelsey came my way and we all ended up on my bed in a tangle. For some reason, I became the center of attention, finding myself on my back with Belle Frenching me while Kelsey fingered my pussy and worked her thumb into my asshole. Oh, God, I'm such a whore for attention!

I looked into Belle's great big eyes and said, "I want a taste." She knew what I meant and was soon sitting on my face facing my feet. I could hear her talking sweetly to Kelsey, who talked dirty back. I felt Kelsey's hand pop out of both my holes and I heard someone slurping on either Kelsey's fingers or thumb.

The next thing I knew, Belle and I were in a 69 position and I a glance to my right told me that Kelsey had decided to watch from a nearby chair. She was masturbating by fucking herself steadily with my hairbrush's handle while maintaining a vigorous but intermittent rubbing motion on her clit.

I went back to work on Belle's pussy, which was drooling pussy juice all over my chin and neck. This had me thinking, "Oh, fuck, there's going to be a wet spot on my bed tonight!" But then I remembered there was a spare bed.

I shuddered as Belle started working more and more fingers into my aching snatch. I guess I must have been pretty wet as well!

Another glance at Kelsey showed me she was joining in the fistfest too, because she was up to her wrist in her cunt, with the tip of her other hand's middle finger up her asshole at the same time.

My attention was drawn back to myself as Belle's entire hand popped into my pussy. I'm not a huge fan of fisting, but after all, it was Belle, and jeez I admit I was a little bit hung up on this chick! In fact, you could say I had something of a crush on her. I hate to think what I might have let her do to me. Fisting was pretty low on the list!

I gripped Belle's cheeks and started licking and sucking on her pussy furiously, and from the noises she made, I could tell she was having a lot of fun, too.

We came more or less together and, of course, I squirted. But so did she! I got a flood in my mouth and face and as this happened, she fell off me laughing. I was laughing too.

I looked at Kelsey, who was sitting limply in her chair with a big Cheshire Cat smile.

I got up and so did Belle and Kelsey and with one on each side of me, we walked into the large bathroom, filled the Jacuzzi, and had a leisurely bubble bath as Belle told us stories about her previous visits to Uncle NW's place, most of which revolved around Little Nell and NW's stable of horses. Then we hopped into our individual beds. After all, the day was only half over and we needed to rest up for the evening!

Horses...Did she say horses!

NOTE: New posts go at the top, as in most blogs, but that means that in a story like this, spread over several posts, you really need to find the first post in the series and read them in order. So, that's what I suggest you do here.

Kelsey got us a really nice suite at the Rio which, as she put it, is "almost on the strip." It's very near The Palms, which has the famous Ghost Bar. Ray and Gina went to the Bellagio, which is swankier, but the Rio is more festive and a lot more fun in my opinion.

Belle had decided to hang with Kelsey and me since she could always be with her uncle and Gina back in Detroit. The suite was gorgeous and had a huge bed. The three of us were all bushed from the wine and from the sex and we therefor didn't have the inclination for anything but recuperation. We rested and slept with the TV going, all tangled up with each other.

At 6 p.m., we all got into the shower, which was as big as the entire bathroom in my apartment at home! And, yes we did have a little fun in there. I could see that Kelsey lusted after Belle, too, and, like me, couldn't take her eyes off Belle's fantastic legs.

Kelsey also thinks the Rio has the best buffet in town, and after having dinner there the first night, I must say it lived up to her enthusiastic billing. I can't say it's the best in Vegas, but it's certainly far better than any buffet I know of in Ohio. The days of the $1.99 buffet or the $4.99 prime rib and shrimp buffet our parents may remember from Vegas are pretty much gone. This buffet cost us about as much as a meal in a nice Red Lobster or Tony Roma's in Ohio, but with much more variety.

Ray is known as a "whale," and had connections at The Palms, and so we all got into the Ghost Bar that night, which I understand may be the hardest nightclub to get into in Vegas, as well as the trendiest.

I went in a kind of schoolgirl getup with no bra and my white button-up-the-front blouse tied at the bottom. My skirt was a green plaid deal only long enough to cover my ass cheeks, and I wore white stockings that came up just over my knee along with my black patent-leather Mary Janes. Underneath the skirt I had on my skimpiest white undies consisting entirely of spaghetti cord except for a tiny triangular patch of lace to cover my little pubic stripe.

Kelsey, who's about 6 feet tall and has legs up to her armpits wore a colorful green print dress that came halfway down her thighs, which in her case still left plenty of leg exposed. She also wore pink shoes (picking up one of the colors in her dress). Her lace undies matched her shoes. She looked FABulous, as always.

Now we come to Belle who blew us both out of the water when she stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of those silk Chinese gowns, like the ones I'd drooled over while watching Wong Kar-wai's movie, In The Mood For Love. Red with bamboo and multicolored birds woven into the fabric. Metallic gold piping running all around the edges. A slit up one side allowed one of those gorgeous gams of hers to hang halfway out while she walked. The slit went so far up the side that if she was wearing any underwear at all, it wasn't evident. Her black hair was now in tight little curls all around her face. She was...stunning.

By the way, I did find a photo giving you some idea what Belle's dress looked like, though it's the wrong color, of course:

I wanted to tear Belle's clothing off and forget all about the Ghost Bar but, unfortunately, she didn't. And neither did Kelsey, who despite her incredible body hadn't managed to get into the Ghost Bar on two prior occasions, pissing her off no end.

So, we met up with Ray's limo and rode with him and Gina to The Palms, which would have been an easy walk. However, we wanted to go in with Ray just to make sure. Gina was wearing a diaphanous black top with Chinese red hotpants and matching red pumps with 4" heels, which on her tiny frame was much like 6" heels would be on me.

The Ghost Bar is just incredible. Gina gave us a little tour, showing where to go to see the Las Vegas Strip. We could also see the Rio, about hal fway between us and The Strip. Ray had obtained a private room for us, but didn't want to spend any time there...just yet.

After a couple drinks at the bar, we had a little buzz on. Gina left us to our ways and went off to find Ray, who was most likely networking with other power players and wanted her back at his side which, after all, he was paying for.

I had expected the music at the Ghost Bar to be electronica, but it turned out to be rock and hip-hop for the most part, with a splash of 80's hits. Not music I'd ordinarily tune in on my car radio, but between the booze and the ambiance, I was soon dancing with total abandon. After dancing as a threesome for a few minutes, finally some guys cut in and we started looking for our guys for the night.

Before long Kelsey had attracted a gorgeous and tall black dude a good six inches taller than her 6 feet and Belle was dancing with an athletic-looking guy about 40 (almost twice her age!) who turned out to be a surgeon. I had attracted a pair of Asian twins, about 20 years old, who told me they attended a university (which I shall not name) in Southern California, where they were stars on the gymnastics squad, and from the grace and athleticism of not just their dancing but the way they carried themselves, I had no reason to doubt them.

Sometime after midnight, we retired back to the private room. Kelsey leaned back against a table and Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome started kissing her, pressing his pelvis into her as he straddled one of her incredibly long legs.

Belle's doctor had settled into one of the plush chairs and was sitting across his lap, one of those extravagantly shapely legs of hers hanging of the slit in her dress. Enough of her was out of the dress for me to be sure: she wasn't wearing any panties. Suddenly, in mine composed of spaghetti straps and a minuscule triangle of lace, I felt overdressed. They were engaging sexy talk, it seemed, because nothing really significant physically had started just yet.

The two Asian guys took me over to the couch, and we sat down with me in the middle. I kissed first one then the other, being sure to put my hand way up on their thigh each time, high enough to be sure that both guys were indeed "anatomically correct."

The one to my right let his hand slide up and down my leg slowly as he kissed my neck. The other had found the knot in my shirt and was deftly undoing it. This accomplished, his hand was all over my tummy and tits, and I could feel things going on down in my pussy. Good things.

I glanced over to Belle's chair to find that her silken dress was in a pile on the floor and she was astride his legs, sitting on his knees. It looked like she was letting him suck on her tits. If I didn't have two hot guys to play with, I might have been jealous of the guy. Oh well, I'd have more opportunities with Belle, and clearly she liked sex, and plenty of it, so I wasn't particularly worried.

Kelsey hadn't wasted much time, either. She was on her knees in front of the tall guy, who had switched places with her and was now the one standing up while leaning back against the table, his pants down at his ankles. She was deep throating him, but even so a good six inches of cock never made it into her mouth! Fuck! The guy must have had a good 14 inches!!! He was swingin' some pretty furious pipe!

I decided I really needed to get the ball rolling so I said, "Lets get rid of the panties, why don't we?" And with that I slid forward and lifted my feet up. One of the boys politely lifted my panties off. The other one got up and pushed my legs back. I cooperated by getting my feet behind my head with the ankles crossed. I'm quite contortionistic, and this position isn't even very uncomfortable for me.

This posture made a lot of me available, and these boys weren't about to let an opportunity pass. Soon, one of them was propped up on one elbow under me, probing my asshole with his finger and tongue. The other one leaned over him, slurping on my already sopping-wet pussy like there was no tomorrow.

I saw that Belle was making progress. Mr. Doctor was standing up and she was teasing his erection with her tongue by deftly stroking the underside of his glans with her tongue for a while, then blowing him for a while, then teasing again. And to show she wasn't doing this as a favor but was have fun she was three-fingering her pussy and pussy drool was streaming down both of her inner thighs.

My pussy licker stood up and stepped out of his trousers and bikini briefs. Up popped a creditable cock. Noting like the one Kelsey's guy was brandishing, but a good eight or nine inches, and he tip had a little smear of precum on it, which I would have wanted to lick off, except that before I know it he was deep in my pussy and humping away on me while his brother under him continued to pay attention to my asshole.

As for me, I was in goddamn fucking Heaven, all goosebumpy and trying to fight off a too-early orgasm.

So, I looked around to see what the other girls were doing. Kelsey's guy was laying on his back with her on top of him, also facing up. It was then I noticed that Kelsey, who's not that fond of anal, had let this guy stick his rather seriously huge member deep into her ass, and I almost laughed at the expression on her face which hovered somewhere between the ubiquitous Happy Face and Edvard Munch's "The Scream." He was plunging a good eight inches of his rather girthy cock in and out of her just like the piston of an old steam locomotive. She was obviously in severe pain and enjoying every minute of it!

Told both of the guys to let get up. I stood up, then dropped to my knees. At the same time, the one who'd bee attending to my asshole stepped out of his trousers and briefs as well. Meanwhile, I'd been blowing his brother, but as soon as he was ready, I blew him as well, taking both of their cocks into my mouth, while fondling their balls. I love testicles, with their unique sandpapery texture and their ability to sometimes hang low and sometimes retreat into the guy's body. What controls this is a mystery to me and, I think, to science as well, except that cold water seems to put them into retreat. Or so it seems.

I was catching glimpses of Belle from behind. The doctor had slumped back into the chair, his butt almost hanging off the front, and she was riding him cowgirl style, moving her hips up and down on his firm and thickly-veined cock. In this position, I could clearly see her asshole, which is one of those rare ones that's actually beautiful to behold. Totally hairless, with skin the same color as the skin surrounding it. It was a perfectly-shaped star, and sometimes it opened up as if to let you look inside to discover that her rectum was just as beautiful and clean-looking.

I stopped stroking the boys' balls and started playing with my vulva while I sucked them off, meanwhile increasing the intensity of my mouthwork until first one and then the other filled my mouth with cum.

After they came, they slumped to the floor on their backs, their dicks growing softer and shorter by the moment. I tenderly crawled first to one, then the other, kissing them and depositing half the sperm in each one's mouth as I did so.

Belle saw that I was done and with a slight tip of her head and a raised eyebrow invited me to join in. She was still doing cowgirl, but I dropped to my knees just behind her and she lifted her butt up enough to let the doctor's cock drop out of her pussy. I blew him for about thirty seconds and then helped his cock back into her vagina. While she fucked him, I stuck my tongue out and into the groove between her ass cheeks, making it nice and wet. The next time she let his cock drop out of her pussy, instead of blowing him I jacked him off and used my tongue to probe her asshole. She moaned, he moaned.

She asked the doctor, "Why don't we play with Jill for a while?" He looked me over and said, "Ah, the schoolgirl. Why sure!" She pulled him off the chair, got onto the back of the chair, legs way apart, one foot on each of the padded arms, and indicated that I should get into a doggy position and lick her pussy. In this position, his role was clearly to stand and fuck me like a dog from behind.

And so, there we were, me eating Belle's pussy and the doctor having my snatch from behind when up comes an ungodly wail. I turn and look over my shoulder just as Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome geysers cum halfway to the ceiling, he just having pulled out of Kelsey's gaping and nearly prolapsed asshole. While some of his jizz ended up on the floor, most of it ended up on Kelsey's belly and tits. He rolled off to one side, depositing her on the floor.

I had to admire him, though. After all that work and with hormones coursing through his veins telling him to roll over and rest, he didn't neglect her and immediately started giving her some rather fearsome head, which, judging by her oohs and ahhs, pleased her a lot. And when she came, she came hard. "I'm squirting...I'm squirting" she yelped as she came, applauding herself at the same time because while I squirt rather readily, this was her very first time! Her partner was surprised by this and rolled off to one side, laughing heartily.

The Doctor decided to finish himself off so he picked up the pace of his humping and I soon felt the hot splash of his release go up my back. Belle reached over me and scooped most of it up. I then saw her lick it off her fingers one by one.

So, let's see now: everyone present had come except me and Belle. I proposed 69 on the side, so we got into the 69 position while laying on our sides, resting our heads on the inside of each other's thighs, and then we started licking.

The two Asian twins came over, one behind me and one behind Belle, caressing our bodies and playing with our tits. It was all very gentle and nice. Soon both Belle and I had had a nice quiet orgasm. Sometimes that kind of orgasm is more exquisite than the more explosive kind.

At some point, Ray and Gina had returned and had gotten into the spoon position. He hadn't even taken his trousers off and her hotpants were just far enough down her butt to give him entry. She looked so peaceful, using his arm as a pillow for her head. She just liked the feel of him inside. In some ways, even though she was being paid for sex, they were so used to each other and so relaxed that they were more a couple than any of the rest of us.

With a low moan, Gina came. Ray picked up the pace and in less than a minute he was done, too.

It was now nearly 2 a.m. and we were all totally worn out. After saying good-bye to our new friends, we all packed back into the limo and Ray and Gina dropped Kelsey, Belle, and me back at the Rio. Kelsey had exchanged phone numbers with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. Belle and I had declined to the great disappointment of our respective partners. Belle isn't looking for a relationship at this time and of course I have an arrangement with Erik that precludes ongoing relationships with other males.

After a quick group shower and some minor fooling around while soaping each other up, we hopped into bed and got a good, sound night's sleep.

Well, good news. Kelsey, my boss, got promoted to department head and I moved up a notch or two at the same time. I'm bringing in $300+ more per week now and I have my own office between her office and the hallway on the top floor.

Her office has a lock on the door and a "Do Not Disturb" sign I can put up whenever she wants me to take notes, or go over reports, or stick her tongue up my ass. Don't think it's just one way. Sometimes I'll go in after hanging the sign on the door and let her know I want to have her go down on me.

Anyway, after getting settled in, to celebrate her promotion, she decided to take me on a trip to Las Vegas. By coincidence, my friend Gina wanted to visit that weekend and was going to fly into Cleveland on a customer's private jet. As you may recall, Gina is a former schoolmate, now going to school in Detroit, who does high-end escorting on the side. Her #1 customer, Ray, is a very rich and handsome guy who made a fortune by running an executive airline taking execs all around the country in private jets.

If you want more background, maybe you should read "And to think I got paid for doing this!" (Thursday, August 04, 2005).

When I demured and told her of my prior commitment, she said, "Hey, why don't Ray and I come down and pick you up and we'll all go together?!!" I agreed that that sounded like fun. I told her to check into it with Ray while I broached the subject with Kelsey. I had told Kelsey about my one night as an escort service girl in Detroit and she thought it was as hoot, so I knew she would think it was a great idea. I'm sure she wanted to meet Ray, too.

As it turned out, Ray was up for it as well. Kelsey picked me up early that Thursday and drove us to the small local airport where Gina and Ray were waiting. This was his personal jet, not a company jet, and it was really rigged out. Wood paneling, rich carpets, paintings, full bar, seats that convert to beds, and it even had a bedroom.

We even had our own flight attendant, a beautiful young girl in a snappy uniform. Normally, I either think that uniforms are silly or they make me horny, and this one was making me horny. Well, actually the whole situation was making me horny because everyone there I'd already had exciting sex with, or, as in this cute flight attendant's case, I wanted to.

This chick had a round freckly face framed in black hair coifed in a short hairdo that reminded me a bit of Betty Boop, but not in a funny way. This girl was hot! She had a happy smiling demeanor, and, I must say, the greatest pair of legs I've ever seen in person. She compares favorably with the classics in the leg department: Marilyn Monroe, Betty Page, and the rest. She wore dark stockings and blunt-toed red pumps with just enough heel to bring out the best shape of her calf.

As you might have guessed, her uniform was also red. Chinese red. Red wool jacket and skirt with a black silk blouse buttoned all the way to the top.

Her name was Belinda, but she asked us to call her Belle, which is how I'll refer to her from now on. Gina was sitting across from me and while Belle was pouring drinks for us at the bar, Gina looked at me knowing me and said under her breath, "I knew you'd like her." "Does she..." "Oh, yes," said Gina.

Cool!

Belle had poured us each a glass of wine which was heavenly. Later on, I looked at the bottle reminded myself to look it up when I got home. It was Alter Ego de Chateau Palmer, 2000, and I found it online at $277 a bottle. But I suppose it's cheaper by the case, and I would assume Ray had bought a case (or cases) of the stuff. He can certainly afford it.

I could see that Kelsey was eyeing Ray. But of course she was eyeing Gina and Belle as well.

About an hour into the flight, Gina got up and wandered over to Ray, who had been sitting in a swivel chair that allowed him to look at all the females. I could almost hear his large member swelling inside those $500 trousers as she lightly deposited herself sideways across his lap, putting one arm around his neck as she kissed him. Not minding those present, his hands automatically went to her tiny breasts, and then down to between her legs.

Gina and I had discussed the fact that, per my agreement with my partner, Erik, I couldn't fuck Ray again, and she said that she knew that would disappoint him. She had seen photos of Kelsey, though, and knew that Kelsey's sexual appetite was much like mine, so she thought bringing Kelsey along might make up for my inability to get involved with him again.

Ray and Gina got up and, hand in hand, headed into the bedroom. The door closed behind them. After a few seconds, it opened again and Gina said, "Kelsey, will you join us?" With a lascivious grin, Kelsey looked first at me and then at Gina and said, "Certainly."

This left me and Belle alone and without losing a beat, Belle asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" Feeling a little abandoned in my horniness, I said "What are my options?"

"Ray said you were to be pleased. I'm here to serve you. I'm my own person, though, so you needn't worry that you might have me doing something I find offensive and wouldn't do otherwise. I know how to say no."

"Well, then, take off your skirt." She complied, unzipping it in the back and slowly dropping it to the floor. This girl was a natural stripper!.

Her uniform continued into the lingerie, which included a very expensive red-on-black lace garterbelt outfit. This is that heavy lace where outlines are done thick with fine lace patterns inside.

This chick had a lower body most girls would kill to have. The legs were shapely, as I'd mentioned, but she also had an ass that (to borrow an expression I've heard Erik use) was "shaped like two basketballs pressed together."

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, adding when she saw me pull my skirt up so that I could masturbate, "you can take your panties off." As I did so, I played along saying, "Why don't you do so as well?" And so, off came the panties.

So, here she is naked from the waist down, except for her garterbelt and shoes. She had done so with her back to me, but now she turned around to reveal a nice 2 inch wide landing strip. She had left the hair thick and so it was very black, just like her naturally black hair.

Without being asked, she sat on my lap and started kissing me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. As she did so, I found her buttons and one by one undid them. I stopped and looked down to find that her bra did indeed match the panties and was of the sort that unhooked in the front. I unhooked it and discovered the finest pair of B cup boobs. I rolled her nipples in my fingers and we kissed some more as she unbuttoned my blouse and played with my nipples.

"Would you like to get undressed?" she asked? I thought this was a good idea and said so.

She got up and let me get out of what remained of my clothes. I left my thigh-highs and shoes on.

Now, the seats on this jet aren't like on your typical passenger jet. They are pairs of seats all on one side of the plane (the exception being Ray's captain's chair, of course). They are wide enough and spaced far enough apart to allow you to do almost anything you might do on your living room couch!

She sat down next to me, pushed the armrest between our seats back, turning the two seats into one seat. We sat down together, side by side, and she continued to kiss me, but this time her hands were between my legs. She found my clit and massaged it nicely until I got the chills all over.

Then she got a couple fingers into my pussy and quickly found my G-spot, which she worked quite expertly.

Here's a little aside: Once I had a guy who thought he knew all about the female body tell me that "It's all in the clit. The pussy is nothing when it comes to female pleasure." I know that back in the 50's and 60's ignorant men knew nothing about the clit and so a lot of energy was spent informing them about this important part of female anatomy, but, boys, pussies feel good when you know what to do with them, which can involve a lot more than sticking a penis inside. And this is not to say that having a penis inside feels bad at all. I know I like a penis in my pussy (...and in my ass...and in my mouth). Okay, enough on that.

Belle was driving me nuts and soon had me cumming and cumming and cumming, and she hadn't even gone down on me!

She smiled at me as I recovered and caught my breath. I could hear laughing from the bedroom. Apparently I'd been screaming so loud they could hear me in there. Gina's voice said, "Everything okay out there" and I could hear them all laughing, so I knew the question was in jest. "Just fine!" I replied.

Belle was smiling at me, happy with herself for doing such good work.

"I owe you one," I said. "But no," she replied. "I'm yours. You don't owe me anything, but if you want to play with me, that's what I'm here for." She nuzzled her nose against my neck adding "I hear you like anal play." Gina must have spilled the beans.

When I agreed that yes, indeed, I did, she got up and straddled in front of me facing away. She then slowly let her hands slide down first her thighs, then her knees, then her calves, until she grasped her ankles and smiled up at me. This revealed the most gorgeous asshole. You know how some are dark and a different color than the surrounding skin? Hers was the other kind, where the asshole matches the surrounding skin. It was spotless, but she added "I'm clean. I knew you might want to play so I made sure to be very clean." Nice to know.

Putting one hand around each of her thighs, I tasted her pussy, she moaned with pleasure as I did so. Now and then I could feel her something touch my chin. She was playing with her clit while I licked. The mild musky smell of her asshole was making me hot again, and so I let my tongue wander up the groove to her asshole, which was as clean as she said it was, even when I stuck my tongue in as deep as I possibly could. So deep that my tongue ached.

"Get in the doggy position," I requested, and of course she complied with total obedience, getting into the lowest doggy position, with her ass high and her cheek, shoulders and tits on the floor.

I continued kissing her pussy and ass while masturbating.

"Would you like a toy?" she asked. "You have some?" I asked. She looked at me as if to say, "Are you serious?" but all she said was "Of course! We have everything!"

Getting up she opened up a cabinet I didn't even realize was there, because it was behind a wood panel and was only opened via a secret button hidden in a drawer.

"Whatever you want," she said. I pointed to a knobby, curved glass dildo.

"Good choice!" she said. "You are going to use it on my ass, aren't you? Please do!" "Exactly what I had in mind," I said.

She brought it over along with a small bottle of lube. She lubricated it for me and lubricated her sphincter and then, giving me a lurid smile, got back into the doggy position.

This was a fairly big toy, maybe an inch and a quarter to an inch and a half with half-spherical knobs positioned randomly all over it. Even so, it slid right in and. "You can go deeper," she said, and pumping it gently, I let it slide in further bit by bit until I was only holding on to the last two inches or so, a bulbous knob. I worked it harder and harder and she apparently enjoyed it more and more, masturbating all the time. At last she came. She came quietly, but the way she relaxed and the little puddle that had squirted out of her was the evidence.

I slowly pulled it out and rolled her onto her back and kissed her some more until she was calm and basking in the afterglow. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Very," I said, adding "You're the best flight attendant I've ever met." "Why thank you," she replied. "And you are the kind of customer it's a pleasure to serve."

We got dressed, tidied up together in the restroom, chit-chatted until the other three emerged from the bedroom. From the look on Kelsey's face, I could tell that she had been having some fun as well.

We drank a few more glasses of wine and were rather tipsy as we debarked the plane at McCarran International Airport.

On the way to the waiting limo, Ray scooted up next to me and asked, "Do you like Belle?" "I sure do," I said, adding "any chance she can come along with us over the weekend?"

"And besides," he said with a smile, "this trip is as much for her as for anyone." "Why is that?" "She just turned 21, she's old enough to go into the casinos and gamble now, and..."

I had to wait until we both were inside and seated to hear the rest, which was "...she's my niece."

I had to go into Cleveland to pick up some supplies that couldn't be delivered. (Well, actually, I arranged to go into Portland to get out of the office for a while. Kelsey, my boss, has been out with the flu for nearly a week, and she's my best friend at work. We provide each other with a lot of entertainment and without her around, it's been so booorrrriiing!)

I also grabbed Stew, he's a student at the Cleveland Institute of Art who is—I'm not really sure—either an intern or a temp working in the stockroom. At any rate, he's about 5'10", cute, and very bright. Not that he talks much, but when he does, it's always a smart, incisive contribution.

He's a good-looking guy who might almost be mistaken for a skinhead except for his kind eyes and the fact that his conversation is frequently punctuated with smiles.

So I collected Stew from the back and we walked out to my car. He looked at the invoice and told me, "These things come in long rolls in even longer boxes." He looked at my sedan and said, "We'll go in mine." I promised him company mileage and we headed toward the back of the lot where his was parked.

His vehicle turned out to be a van. The classic love machine with front seats only and the back all carpeted in thick red pile. Unlike most, however, this one was decorated with some of Stew's photos. They were stunning infrared studies of nude men and women engaging in sex. What was so fascinating about them was the color distortion. Excited parts of their bodies glowed and the semen was absolutely white.

I told him how great his work was and he thanked me in his polite way. We talked music on the way. My tastes are rather broad. Not many people my age like jazz. My personal faves range from Dexter Gordon (I could write a book on the arpeggio he uses to open "You've Changed") to Baden Powell (despite the European-sounding name, one of the most Brazilian of musicians and a totally unique guitarist). Finally, there's no better music to make sweet, quiet love to than Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd.

Turns out he knew all these musicians. Not just the names, but had favorite tunes that I agreed with sometimes and sometimes not. He even had some recommendations of other musicians I might enjoy, and since then I've followed up on them and discovered some new musical pleasures.

But I digress...

We drove down into The Flats. Now, if you're not from the Cleveland/Northern Ohio area, where this colorful word is part of everyday life, it must sound very strange. The Cuyahoga River Valley near its mouth in Lake Erie has a wide, flat area that's mostly industrial, but also has some nightlife and residential properties. It's an interesting area. Here's a pic (it's clickable if you want to read a Wikipedia entry).

The Flats can be hard to navigate, and it took a little while to find the warehouse we were looking for. It was sandwiched between an abandoned ore loading facility and a much larger warehouse devoted to truck parts.

Of course, we might have found it sooner had I not been showing so much leg. I'm afraid I let my skirt ride up far enough to reveal that my black stockings were held up by garters.

When we got there, Stew took command, jumping out of the car and headed toward the small door next to the loading dock. I figured I'd better follow, since I was holding the paperwork. Most of the warehouses I've been to since starting my current job are almost cleaner and tidier than the office I work in. This one was anything but!

On seeing the scene, I was even happier I'd brought Stew along because this warehouse was anything but spic and span and I was wearing a white cotton blouse, a brand new (and very tight-fitting) stretchy black skirt, and a pair of very good patent leather Mary Janes.

We waited for a minute before Stew yelled "Anybody here?!!!"

"Coming" came a distant voice from the back. While this warehouse seemed small next to its neighbors, like Dr. Who's Tardis it seemed much bigger on the inside than could be possible when viewed from the outside.

I heard barely perceptible footfalls, which got louder and louder, until a young man emerged from between some shelves. "Stew," he called. "Peter!" Stew replied in obvious recognition.

This guy was about 6'2" tall and skinny as a rail. After greeting each other, Stew introduced me to Peter. I was sitting on the corner of a desk showing lots of leg and the tops of my stockings, just like in the van. Peter looked me up and down and looked at Stew with a "lucky you" expression on his face. Stew shrugged, took the invoice out of my hand, and said "We're here to pick this up."

Collecting the goods took 20 or 30 minutes, during which I sat in the office and looked through a stack of magazines, which included a mess of Field & Stream's, some truck parts catalogs, a knife magazine, and a Hustler.

Reading the Hustler was making me hot! (Oh, come on: you didn't really think I would read anything else in that stack, did you?) Looking at all that manicured pussy and all that beautiful thick-veined cock...well, I put the magazine down and stood up for fear of spotting myself.

Luckily, the boys were finished loading. I looked at my watch and suggested to Stew that we go to lunch. I added "Peter can come along if you like." Both he and Peter seemed pleased with that idea. Peter suggested a nearby trucker's cafe and we walked a distance of about three blocks with Peter talking mostly to me, asking me questions spurred on by Stew's revelations about my taste in music.

Peter, it turns out, is very into electronica. As I said earlier, my tastes are eclectic, and I know quite a bit about electronica as well. So, we talked about Orbital and Electric Skychurch, Moby and Fatboy Slim, with deviations into NIN and Ministry territory as well.

We got some sandwiches and, at Peter's suggestion, brought them back to the warehouse. Leading us through the office, we ended up in a rather dismal lunchroom with a few vending machines. We got some drinks and a couple bags of chips from the machines and continued our conversation.

Goddamn, I wanted a fuck so bad. In fact, I wanted some DP, which I hadn't had in a while and which is totally the best. Much as I love making love to girls, there are just some things you need guys for.

I wasn't sure how to get them started. Then an avenue came to mind. I turned the topic to Peter's infrareds and volunteered that it'd be exciting to pose for that sort of stuff.

I could tell the guys were getting hot.

"Do you think I have the body for it?" I asked.

I'm not sure Stew knew what was going on, but Peter sure did, saying it was hard to tell with my clothes on. I said, "Well, that's easy to fix. I imagine both of you guys have taken anatomy and done some life drawing, right?" They nodded their heads. "Then, this shouldn't be too shocking."

I stood up across the room in front of the vending machines and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it out my skirt. My skirt had an elastic top, so I slowly pulled it down over my ass (and of course I was turned so they could see my ass as I did so). I pulled the skirt down, bending my knees a bit as I did so, finally stepping out of it.

I walked over and hung these items over the back of a chair between the guys.

"Would I do?" I asked. It looked like Stew was getting ready to answer when Peter stepped in to say, "Well, now really. I think we need to see just a bit more." I was expecting this.

So I walked back to the vending machines and continued the strip. By now, I was hamming it up a bit, acting like a real stripper. So, I slowly took off my bra. Now, my boobs aren't huge, big, or even medium-sized. In fact, they're a bit on the small side, but I think I have superb nipples and I've never had any complaints.

I think both of the guys were pleased, too, from the expressions on their faces.

Now, the "right" way to wear a garter belt is over your undies. For a slut like me, though, this can be pretty inconvenient. So, I wear my panties over my garter belt. This allows me to take my panties off without unhooking my bra. So...I slowly dropped my panties and stepped out of them. Once again, I hung them over the back of the chair and went back in front of the vending machines.

As I slowly turned around, I was surprised that it was Stew who said, "Jill, this isn't about auditioning as a model, is it?"

"Hey, you're quick," I said with what must have seemed a wicked leer.

Pulling the chair between them off to one side, I went back and sat on the table, scooting back and dropping onto my elbows with my legs way apart, saying "Let's dance!" Peter pulled his fly down and out popped a substantial cock in full erection.

"Standby" I said to Stew. "I want you both at the same time. Come here."

by this time, Peter had located my sopping-wet pussy and was (as they say) "in like Flynn." Wow, he really knew how to bang a chick! "You've done this before," I quipped. He winked at me.

I called Stew over. He'd been playing with his dick, but I thought I might do a better job. I suggested we move over to the corner of the table, and we did so. This allowed me to turn sideways where I could take Stew's cock into my mouth.

Some cocks just taste good, and Stew's was one of those. In the position I was in, I couldn't make much use of my hands, so I instructed Stew to fuck my mouth, which he gladly did.

Did I mention that when we moved to the corner, Peter switched holes and started fucking my ass. Of course, the fact that I'd pulled my knees up to my tits may have functioned as a suggestion. Goddamn, it was good. Peter even massaged my clit as he did so and my God I thought I'd explode!

Then, I realized we had a problem. While Peter was tall enough to fuck me on the table. This was a folding table and trying to fuck two guys at once (one in each of my crotch holes, in case you're not following me) was likely to turn into a disaster.

I pointed this out and Stew suggested his van. Peter found a shop coat for me and we all ran out to the van. A truck pulled up to the dock as we got into the van as the truck driver watched in puzzlement.

Soon the van was rocking as I continued sucking Stew's cock while Peter stood astride my bottom rogering my asshole with vigor, resting the weight of his upper body on my shoulders.

"It's time," I said. Stew got onto his back, and I laid on him, my back against his stomach. I felt his cock re-enter my asshole, which was good enough, but when stew's cock slid into my pussy...WOW! I was soon cumming and cumming and cumming, my pussy drooling all over my ass and Peter's cock.

Peter came in my ass. I could tell because the friction had decreased considerably and he slid out, rolling off to the side.

I asked Stew if he'd like to cum in mouth, and he allowed as that sounded pretty good. He squatted on my chest with his cock laying on my lips. I tongued and licked it until it got very stiff. He slid forward a bit, dropped forward onto his hands, and let me go at it.

Peter by now was on my pussy with his mouth, and he could lick as well as he could fuck. Between the flood of semen in my mouth from Stew and Peter's vigorous oral attentions, I was cumming all over again.

I was weak and I could have walked, but Peter helped me back into my coat. As Stew put his pants back on I heard him say, "We had an audience." The truck driver was looking at us through Stew's windshield. As I turned my head, I saw this chubby old guy giving us all a big thumb's up.

Even though I could walk, Peter gathered me up like one of the packages he hanled every day and carried me back to the lunchroom, where we all laughed and joked while I put my clothing back on.

I went to the ladies room (which looked like it was seldom or ever used) and I determined that I looked fabulous, with a little added bloom on my cheek, as my maternal grandmother would have said.

On the way back to work, I told Stew pointedly that it never happened.

He understood.

As long as they keep sending them to me, I'll keep on passing them along to you. There are some seriously fuckable babes in this group. I've picked out a few hotties I really llike.

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Anya by Schon • Ada by Goncharov • Alena & Liza by Voronin
Anjelika by Cepurnoy • Gwen by Fox • Jenya by Voronin
Jenya by Voronin • Marian & Alren by Goncharov • Michelle by Fox
Nastya by Stan • Natasha by Gubin • Nicole by Nascimento
Rita by Zesleder • Vika & Katya by Schon • Vika by Tsumbito

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Friday, March 17, 2006
The big fuckup

This week was disrupted by a sales meeting that brought our sales reps in from all over the country. I hate to admit a prejudice, but by and large I really don't much like salespeople. They tend to be boors, they brag and slap people on the back, and seem to have sub-normal IQ's.

So Kelsey and I were chosen to oversee the mass lunches (they breakfasted and dinnered on the company tab in the restaurant at the hotel we had taken over for this event). We arranged for a buffet with a choice of ham, roast beef, or barbecued chicken quarters, all with a cornucopia of side dishes, salad fixings, and desserts.

For Kelsey and me the low point was when they announced the retirement of our department head, Melvin, and announced that he would be replaced by Herb, who had been the Sales Manager for the Midwest Region. He had a reputation for being a bully and a misogynist. No fun at all.

While Kelsey and I weren't particularly close to Melvin, he at least took a hands-off approach and as long as you did your job, he left you alone. And when an employee's performance was inadequate, generally he took a humane approach to find out what the problem was and fix it. Herb could be expected to be pretty much the opposite of Melvin.

To make matters worse, he had a "thing" for Kelsey. Remember (If you've been following my stories), that Kelsey is one of those tall, slender model types with a somewhat-larger-than-you-might-expect rack. She's hot. Every time he visits our office, he flirts with her, which of course disgusts her no end, not least of all for the fact that he has a very sweet wife who is totally unaware of his wandering eye and a pair of twin girls, now about eight or nine.

Herb had slipped Kelsey a note asking if she would come by after work, with me, to discuss changes he planned for our department. We were facing one of the rooms of Hell if we didn't do something. So, I formulated a plan which Kelsey thought brilliant...

After the meeting and after dinner we went to his room and knocked on his door. He opened the door and we walked in. He was wearing a white silk shirt unbuttoned down to his belly button and faux leather pants. It was all we could do to keep from laughing out loud, but we did our best.

He invited us to sit on either side of him on the couch while he spread some papers out on the suite's coffee table. Soon, his hands were on our knees and his language was getting increasingly inappropriate as he referred to our bodies and how much he'd like to do this and that.

At last, Kelsey asked him point blank, "What would you like to do with us? You could have met with us on company time, but instead you had us come up here after hours."

His reply was, "Well, you guys are the company foxes, no doubt about it. I thought we could do a little 'You scratch mine and I'll scratch yours.'" "Or what?" Kelsey asked. "Or your careers could get stalled...or worse," he said.

Kelsey looked at me and said, "Well, Jill, it looks like we'll have no choice but to make Herb happy." "Looks that way," I agreed.

Kelsey kind of slid forward on the couch, putting her butt right on the edge and more or less laying on her back as if to say, "Do what you will."

I unzipped his ridiculous pants and got his stub of a cock out and licked it a bit, but he was paying most of his attention to Kelsey. He had soon unbuttoned her top and was fondling her tits through the fabric of her sheer bra (Kelsey's breasts are firm and don't need a bra for shape or support.)

Soon her top was off, as was her bra, and he was sucking on her tits. From the position of his body, I could no longer blow him, so I just rubbed his cock while he went at her.

After a bit, he stood up and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He then had Kelsey blow him. I turned my attentions to her, rubbing her thigh and fondling her boobs while she tried to pretend that she was having the sexual experience of a lifetime.

Then he had a brilliant idea that wasn't part of my plan but we went with it. He wanted Kelsey to have sex with me while he photographed us. Kelsey and I have the hots for each other anyway, and grab a little sex whenever we can, so this was no problem.

As I reclined on the couch, Kelsey crawled in between my legs and slowly licked and sucked attentively. Then she did the same thing from the other side.

This done, she got busy tongue-caressing my labia for a minute or two. She then stuck two fingers into my pussy and wetted them, and as she went back to mouthing my pussy, I felt those wet fingers slowly edge their way into my asshole. A shiver went up and down my spine, because I just love anal penetration, and she knows it!

Between finger-fucking my ass and redoubling the intensity of her cunnilingus, she made me desperate to cum, which I did with a powerful series of squirts.

Not wanting to give Herb a chance to inject himself into the situation, I stood up and dragged Kelsey with me. We walked over to a bare patch of wall. I pushed Kelsey into it, pulled on her hips out toward me so that her body was arched with her pelvis way forward. I then worked myself in between her legs, forcing her to take a wide stance.

This posture allowed me to lick and suck her clit while reaching around her thighs to hold her butt cheeks. Gradually, I let my fingers slide between her cheeks and I probed her asshole as I licked. Soon, pussy juice was running down her thigh, mixed with my saliva.

After a while, I invited her to sit on my face. I got onto my back and she straddled my head, working her hips front and back while I remained relatively stationary. She was really enjoying herself, but she tired after a while and, without moving her knees, dropped back onto first her hands, then her elbows. This rotated her pelvis which allowed me to lift my head and lick her ever more fiercely.

Just about the time my neck was ready to give out, she came...and came big. With a big screech and a series of whimpers, she rolled off to one side in a puddle of post-orgasmic jelly.

I could see that Herb was thinking it was his turn, so I said to Herb, "Herb, how about we all take a shower together? We're all sweaty. Go on in and get started. We'll be right in." "Oh, sure," he said, trotting into the capacious bathroom, where we could hear him start the water and get in.

"Coming?" he called. "We'll be right in," Kelsey called as we both quickly got dressed.

Soon he sensed something was amiss and he poked his sopping wet head out of the bathroom. "What's the problem?" he asked with annoyance.

Nothing Kelsey said as we put on our coats. "We're leaving, that's all!"

"If you do," he started, but then stopped as I opened up my purse to show him the video camera inside. I think he knew right away that my purse had been rigged to record the whole thing (thanks, Erik!). For her part, Kelsey held up the memory card she had removed from his digital camera.

She asked me, "Jill, I wonder if his wife would enjoy our little tape?" "I'm sure she would," I said over my shoulder as we left.

It was announced a couple days later that Herb had had second thoughts and wanted to keep his current job. Time will tell who takes Melvin's place.

Who knows? It might even be Kelsey!

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Wednesday, March 8, 2006
The redhead helps me sleep

I have a thing for the nerdy guy. I guess it's 'cause I'm a smarty who's pretty well-informed and well-read. I like good conversation as much as good sex. ( Well, okay, maybe not quite as much, but I can sit down with a complete stranger and hit it off and find that two or three hours have passed.)

We have a new guy in the office. Rick. He's an intern in the Sales department and I have to "interface" with him several times a day. He kind of reminds me of that Napoleon Dynamite character. Not quite that goofy, but certainly not a guy who's much at home in human company. The fact that he's about 6'4" and skinny as a rail doesn't help him. Neither does that kinky white man's afro coif of his.

I've been kind of feeling sorry for him because I can see he wants to join in with the crew at break time, but he sits at another table reading, looking our way from time to time.

So, when I was off to lunch in a nearby restaurant one day, and Rick wandered in, as he was waiting to be seated I caught his eye and signaled to him to come over. He looked startled and did that thing you always see in the movies where the guy looks over his shoulder and, finding no one there, he points at his chest as if to say "You mean me?!"

I waved him over and he came to the table cautiously, wondering what the joke was. "What do you want?" he asked. "I'm just looking for some company. Want to sit with me?" "Umm... Okay," he said as he sat opposite me in the booth.

Now, let me digress a moment here. There is something unfair about the perception of redheads. Female redheads are regarded as hotties for the most part, from Ann-Margret in the 60's to Lindsay Lohan today, redheads are hot!

However, it's the opposite for males. Redheaded guys are almost automatically nerds or "weird." Even David Caruso, who is a TV and movie star qualifies as weird. At least I think so. He plays a CSI who thinks he can shoot people. I find that weird. But weirder than that is that way he talks with all those pregnant pauses and witty remarks that aren't really witty.

As usual, he had a book with him and it turned out to be The Alchemy of Mirrormask, a book about the making of the movie Mirrormask, probably my favorite movie of the last year or so. I was impressed.

The middle-aged chubby waitress came and took our orders. I got the blue cheese burger and he got the mushroom and swiss burger, both served with fries. I got the Diet Coke and he got a regular and we talked about Mirrormask and Dave McKean, the artist of Mirrormask and as he got comfortable he turned out to be quite the opinionated chatterbox.

I was getting hot.

We finished off and paid our bills separately and walked out. It was one of those days when the snow is melting off and there are piles of snow here and there but the pavement is mostly clear. The sky was overcast, though, and the wind was still.

We still had a while before we had to go back to work, so I invited Rick into my car.

As soon as he got in, I got into his face and gave him a tender kiss onthe lips. He was nervous. I wondered if he'd ever been with a girl. "I can stop if you want," I said. His head remained still, but looking first to one side then to the other he said, "No...don't stop." So, I kissed him again, with an open mouth this time. Our tongues squirmed like horny snakes in a mating frenzy. He was getting excited!

By now, my hand was exploring his crotch and finding his fly I opened it and reached inside to massage his cock. His hands finally found my boobs and were on my nipples, which by then were sensitive and very, very hard.

Since the windows were by now quite fogged and no one could possibly see inside, I helped him get his pants down past his knees and soon, instead of kissing his mouth, I was mouthing his cock.

It wasn't a large cock but it was cute and it was his cock and I liked him, so I licked it and jerked it and sucked it with my cheek resting on his vivid orange pubic hair. And of course as I did this, I had my hand under my skirt and into my panties, massaging my pussy and clit.

His cock was about as stiff as any cock I've ever sucked and he held his own while I worked hard to get him off. It took probably about 10 minutes, but at last my mouth filled with his warm and salty sperm. I never opened my mouth until I was sure he was done. Then I swallowed his load and made sure to lick him clean before depositing his penis back into his pants.

I sent him back to his car and we drove back to work separately. After that, we were friendly, but due to my agreement with my partner, Erik, I could never have sex with him again. I could tell that this hurt his feelings and that he would have preferred to pursue a relationship.

However, once he resigned himself that nothing would ever happen between us again, I noticed him being more social with the other girls in the company and I heard recently that he's been dating Amanda, the secretary in Sales.

Sometimes when Erik is traveling and I'm laying in bed at night and can't sleep, I'll remember the feeling of Rick's cock in my mouth and the flood of his semen and I'll come...and come...and come. And then I can sleep.

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Friday, March 3, 2006
The gangbang at the ski lodge

My boss, Kelsey, and I managed to get a Friday and Saturday to ourselves on our second trip to Portland before returning to Ohio. We managed to get a room up at Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood, which was about an hour's drive from the hotel we'd been staying at.

We rented a car and the attendant wanted to show us how to put on chains, but we told him, "Hey, we're from Ohio where it snows every winter...a lot." By this time we knew that our greatest enemy on our way to and from Timberline wouldn't be the snow and ice, it'd be drivers who aren't used to driving on snow and ice.

So, we headed on out past Gresham, past Sandy, past Rhododendron, and finally past Government Camp, the last settlement before the turnoff for the mountain. The higher we drove, the colder and snowier it got. There had been no snow on the ground back in Portland, but up here was plenty of snow.

We had chained up when we saw a highway sign telling us that chains were required to go further. We saw a bunch of college boys struggling with their chains, so Kelsey and I wandered over and asked them if they needed any help.

"No," said the leader of the bunch, who was laying flat on his back working behind a rear tire.

Kelsey and I laughed. She said, "Well, I think you do." "And why is that?" "For starters," I said, "I see only two chains and you're chaining up the back tires of a front drive car."

The other guys laughed along with us. The leader blushed and, finally laughing himself said, "Okay, you win. Show me." Kelsey picked up the chains and handed one to me. In about two minutes, we had them all chained up.

We sized the guys up: All about 18 or 19, all good looking in various ways. They were making us hot. A little chit-chat revealed they were on their way to Timberline as well, and planning on spending the weekend.

"Thanks a lot" said the leader of the bunch. "We're in your debt." "See you guys in the bar at 5:30, then? You can buy us drinks," I said. "Good move," Kelsey whispered, patting my ass. From the looks on the guys' faces, I could tell they were thinking, "Wow! We're not even up at the lodge yet and already we're getting lucky!." Little did they know how lucky they were going to be!

When we got to the lodge, it was familiar, because it was the lodge used for the exteriors of the lodge in Kubrick's The Shining. It was constructed in 1936-37 by unemployed artisans under the Works Progress Administration. Here's a picture of the lodge with the summit of Mt. Hood behind it.

The drive from the highway up to the lodge seemed interminable, and the weather got snowier as we went higher, but we found the lodge parking lot, and grabbing our suitcases and rented skis, we checked in. Our friend Pat (from our previous story) knew someone who knew someone at the lodge, and so we were able to grab a room from a cancellation. It was the best type of room: a fireplace room. This is a large corner room with a fireplace and all the amenities you'd expect in a luxury hotel. $250 a night, which was actually comparable to what we were paying in Portland. It pays to work for a prosperous company!

By 12:30 p.m. we were in the restaurant grabbing a bite, and by 1:30 we were on the slopes. We skied all afternoon and at 4:30 we were both recuperating on our beds in the hotel, somewhat sore from the afternoon activities. We ski quite a bit in Ohio and Pennsylvania, and the main difference in Oregon is that the mountain was taller and thus the slopes longer, which was good. It was a busy weekend, though, and we spent a lot of time waiting for lifts. More time waiting than skiing.

After a hot shower together, which of course involved considerable fooling around, Kelsey and I tidied up the room and got dressed for dinner. She in a dark brown dress and me in a little red dress that showed a lot of leg.

The boys were waiting for us and we had a lot of fun with them in the bar, being sure to touch them frequently in order to signal them that they could touch us, a hint they picked up on quickly. We were pretty chummy by the time that the leader, whose name was Mike, suggested that they also buy us dinner.

Of course Kelsey and I told them it was unnecessary, and of course we ultimately accepted their invitation. However, we didn't eat at the lodge, but rather drove all crowded together in the boys' car back down to Government Camp where we ate at the Mt. Hood Brewing Company's Pub, getting pretty tipsy on the company's microbrews while eating pizza.

Back at the lodge, Kelsey invited them up to our room, and after they deposited their jackets and boots in their own room, they showed up at our door with two six-packs of cold beer.

In the meantime, we had found a soft jazz station on the bedside radio, and had changed into robes. Neither of us was wearing anything underneath.

I could see that the guys were thinking that they had died and gone to heaven to have two chicks so ready to rock-n-roll, and I can't say they were wrong.

They broke out the beers and we all started drinking. Kelsey likes them more athletic and I'm attracted to nerds, so we quickly had demarcated our territory.

Soon, Kelsey was kissing first one guy and then the other, one of whom was the aforementioned Mike and his pal Kirk. Mike was apparently the quarterback and Kirk the halfback at their school (which I shall not name...and besides, nobody's name is real here).

I had Louis and Patrick. Louis was an English student and Patrick was studying to be a civil engineer. So, I had the art nerd and the plastic pocket liner nerd. Even so, there was a bonus: Louis was a fantastic kisser and really knew what to do with my tits. Patrick, it turned out, had about 10 inches which seemed to be permanently erect, to his embarrassment and my delight!

Kelsey got off to a quick start by dropping her robe off her shoulders while talking to her two guys, and before I knew it, she was off to the races, blowing both guys in turn and when she wasn't blowing one of them, she was playing with his cock.

I had to play catch-up with the two shy guys, but I like a challenge. I kissed both boys in turns and fondled their crotches at the same time. Of course, Patrick was stiff already, but soon Louis had caught up. I opened up my robe, dropped onto my back and said "Let's make love, the three of us."

Louis was on my right tit and Patrick on my left, both sucking diligently if not expertly. I fondled their cocks at the same time.

Looking over at Kelsey, she was still ahead of me with one cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. Her athletes, I saw, had fabulous bodies.

Still, these two guys were tenderly kissing my boobs, and I didn't mind that in the least.

Given his stiffy, I suggested to Patrick that I'd like to be fucked, and so he crawled on top of me and slowly put his cock in me, giving me shivers, for not only was he long, he was thick as well.

I suggested to Louis that if he would find a way to put his cock in my mouth, I'd blow him, and with this incentive he got over my head and worked his cock into my mouth. And so...I licked and sucked.

With Patrick banging me like crazy and Louis's cock in my mouth, it was all I could do to keep myself from cumming, but somehow I managed to outlast Patrick, who came all over my tummy. As he he rolled away, I scooped up some of his jizz and tasted it. I love that taste!

Luckily, Louis hadn't come yet. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and muttered, "I want you to fuck my ass." "Umm...okay," he said, and so I rolled onto my tummy. I lifted my pelvis up a bit and soon I could feel him passing through my rectum. I love that sensation!

Once he was in me, I felt him lay down on my back, his weight evenly distributed, except for his hips which pumped his cock in and out of me. In the meantime, I masturbated, waiting for him to come and keeping myself on the verge of orgasm. From his sounds, I could tell he was cumming, so I finally let myself go.

As Louis fell off me, I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes.

Then, I could feel a pair of hands lift my legs, pushing them up to my chest. It turned out to be Kelsey, who wanted to lick the semen as it trickled out of my asshole. That's how close Kelsey and I are. When you can lick the cum out of another chick's asshole, you are buddies!

That done, we sent the boys back to their room so that we could get ready for another day of skiing before heading back to Ohio.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Kelsey and I experience the orgasmatron

Kelsey got us another trip to Portland, Oregon, probably my favorite city in the country. This time, she had to help set up a client and talked her boss into thinking that she needed me along to assist (which is nonsense, but I'm glad he bought it). So, we took an early flight on Southwest which, in typical Southwest Air fashion, took us somewhere else first (Phoenix in this case), made us change planes and got us into Portland around 3 p.m., and about two hours later than a direct flight would have taken. Presently, we were ensconced in The Westin, which is two blocks off Pioneer Square. The luxury suite we were in had an unobstructed view of The West Hills, the small mountains which flank Portland's west side.

Unlike our previous visit, however, we were there in the winter and the weather changed from minute to minute, though mostly it rained. One of the first things we did was run up to the nearby Nordstrom's and buy umbrellas. These umbrellas were put to frequent use during our visit. A couple days actually were sunny, however, but then it was (we were told) uncommonly cold. Not cold for us Lake Effect Girls, but cold to Portlanders, who seldom see temperatures below freezing in the urban center. Temperatures were in the 20's which I guess is fairly unusual. In Ohio, temps get below zero from time to time so 20F is nothing for us.

We were told to meet Pat G. at Jake's Grill, which was in another hotel about two blocks west of our hotel. When we walked into this restaurant, the first thing that hit us was how old it looked. The building looked old, too. There are old buildings in Cleveland, of course, which was founded about a century before Portland, but few of them are preserved quite this well. The restaurant reeked of tradition and quality and when the food came, it didn't disappoint.

But...I'm getting ahead of myself.

We waited up front for a few minutes for Pat to show up. There were two or three others waiting as well. A middle-aged couple and a real cutie who seemed to be waiting for her date. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a severe ponytail and she had the best-trimmed bangs I've ever seen. Below her heavy black wool coat were a very shapely pair of legs in sexy black suede pumps. They looked like tango shoes because of the strap in front of the ankle, which I know drives a lot of guys nuts. I know it drives me nuts...especially on a hot chick.

Turning my attention back to Kelsey, I asked, "Do you know what this 'Pat' looks like?" Before Kelsey could answer, the cutie spoke up, saying, "I'm Pat. You must be Kelsey and her helper." Kelsey apologized and excused herself with "I was assuming you'd be a guy. In fact, at work they gave me that impression. We both have unisex names, which adds to the confusion, I suppose." We all laughed and Kelsey introduced me.

I'm sure Kelsey was thinking what I was thinking, which was "I hope this girl is as perverted as we are!"

We sat down and Pat, who turned out to be 22 (like me) ordered a $25 bottle of cabernet. She actually looked in her late teens, so of course she had to show her ID, which the waiter took into better light to make sure it wasn't fake.

I had some venison, which was delicious. Kelsey had a steak with cabernet sauce, and Pat, who had eaten there before had pot roast. (Pot roast? I thought at first that Pat was just being frugal for the sake of our expense account, but she offered me a bite, and it was melt-in-your-mouth delicious. In fact, the next time I go there, I am going to have Jake's pot roast!) Dinner was finished off with crκme broulee all the way around with excellent Pacific Northwest coffee (the current coffee craze with Starbucks seemingly on every fifth corner started in the Pacific Northwest, and both Seattle and Portland both harbor excellent coffee roasting companies).

We took Pat up to our room and spent about three hours going over documentation and making plans for the next day. As we did so, I started breaking out little bottles of booze from the in-room stash. Kelsey likes bourbon, I like gin, and Pat who it turned out didn't have much experience with the hard stuff, developed an instant liking to rum.

We were a little tipsy already, but once we had done what we could business-wise, we went down to The Daily Grill on the main floor of our hotel and sat at the bar for a couple rounds as we all BS'ed about the "penis people" we had known and loved and/or hated. Kelsey and I were hoping to find a bi-side to this chick, of course, because we both wanted to get her panties off and taste some new pussy before going to bed. Of course, the situation wasn't hopeless since we'd do each other if we didn't do her, but we always like making new friends (and I'm using "making" in several different senses there!).

Finally, Pat said she had to go. Her boyfriend would be missing her pretty soon. Apparently, she lived with her beau. However, as soon as she got off her stool it was clear she was in no shape to drive. Kelsey suggested to her that we go up to the room and get straightened out a bit first. Pat agreed, but when we got up there, she got out her cell and called her boyfriend to tell him what was going on.

After a few words, Kelsey said, "Let me talk to him" the conversation on our end sounded like this: "Hi, I'm Kelsey from Ohio. I'm afraid we got Pat a little bit tipsy and she's in no shape to drive. She could spend the night here and sleep it off if you could drop off some fresh clothes in the morning...If you want to come by and get her that's okay but I think she'd be more comfortable not driving around in the shape she's in...Yes, we're in the Portland Westin on Alder at Park. Do you know where that is?...No, no, no...she'll be fine in the morning, but I know she'd like some fresh clothes. I'll put her back on and she'll tell you what to bring."

As Pat talked, Kelsey gave me a furtive thumbs-up signal.

We didn't want to get Pat any more drunk than she was, so Kelsey made a pot of coffee in the provided automatic coffeemaker.

As she sobered up, we got Pat talking about her boyfriend and it turned out she was experiencing some sexual frustration. He was a bit more straitlaced than she would have liked. "Why? What's missing?" I asked.

She looked up sheepishly and confessed, "I want to be immobilized. Tied up. And I'm curious about anal, too. But he makes me feel like I'm weird and perverted whenever I hint we might go in that direction."

I said, "So what's wrong with being weird?" "Yeah!," Kelsey agreed emphatically, adding "and what's wrong with being perverted anyway?" "We're both weird and perverted!"

"You are not!" Pat exclaimed, though it sounded like there was a question buried deep in there as well.

"Take a look," said Kelsey who dumped her purse on the bed. It contained an 8" clear gel dildo and one of those lipstick-sized "pocket rocket" vibrators. Then she pulled her suitcase onto the bed, took the top layer of clothes off, and showed Pat what was on the bottom. More toys and a plastic sack full of ropes of various lengths. There was also a bottle of Astroglide.

Pat was agog at this display. Kelsey, who was in a pleated business skirt which, due to her very long legs, was above her knees (and thereby attracted lots of attention), reached up under the skirt and dropped her thong to the floor, where she stepped out of it. She then took a large vibrator out of the suitcase, went to the bed across from Pat, drew the skirt up above her legs, opened them very wide, and switched the vibrator on. She then fell onto her back and let it slide up and down over her labia and clit.

Poor Pat wasn't used to this sort of behavior, but you could see she was intrigued. She was staring at Kelsey with her jaw almost in her lap.

I had stripped down to my bra and panties by this time. I asked Pat, "Do you want to be immobilized? Do you want to know what it feels like?" "Uhh...I don't know." "Oh, come on. It's fun! Let me do it to you!" She thought for about 10 seconds and said, "Okay...sure...why not?"

"Take off your clothes," I said. This surprised her for a moment. "Well surely you don't want to be immobilized fully clothed! I mean, being immobilized and naked and vulnerable is what you want, isn't it?" Finally a smile: I had hit the raw nerve of desire hidden in her brain.

I have to tell you, when she took off her clothes, she was a goddess. Like I told you, she was a cutie. That was based on her face, which I can liken to Emily Mortimer, that dark-haired British actress. Now, imagine a face like that on a body like Jessica Simpson. Perfectly formed breasts and legs and a butt that looked like it had a pair of soccer balls pressed together under the skin. Wow!

She was very limber, too, and told me she had been practicing yoga for years. I can believe it, because it was easy to tie her ankles up behind her head and then tie her hands to her ankles. She wasn't showing any sign of being uncomfortable as I rolled her onto her back. Her pussy was now facing the ceiling and her anus was pointed forward.

I could see she was happy, so I asked "Want to have a little fun while you're all tied up?" "Sure...what do you have in mind?"

I walked over to my suitcase, opened it, and pulled out a large vibrator. This one was ribbed and had a light in the tip. I turned it on as I walked her way and I could see a mixture of concern and delight cross her face.

Slowly, barely touching her, I let the toy go up and down her labia and she moaned with pleasure.

This got Kelsey's attention. She was now up on one elbow, though her toy was by now gliding in and out of her twat.

After a few minutes, I gently worked the toy into Pat's pussy and using my wrist slowly pumped it in and out. I kept doing this as I went down on one elbow myself so that I could look into Pat's face. "Pat, you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. Your boyfriend should worship you and do anything you want him to do." Tears materialized into Pat's eyes along with a little Mona Lisa smile. I planted a kiss on her mouth, which opened for me and for a few minutes we kissed passionately.

Slowly, I got up and asked, "Do you trust me?" She nodded a yes. I withdrew the vibrator and got my bottle of Astroglide, wetting the tip of the toy and her asshole. As I slide a finger in, her eyes widened. "It goes easier if you relax," I said. Truly, she had never experienced anal before. Giving a girl her first anal pleasure is a real treat for me. "Close your eyes," I suggested, "lay back, and relax. Let your mind go away."

She did as she was told and my finger slowly found its way in. She groaned. I worked a second finger in and she groaned some more. When she was loose, I pulled my fingers out and pressed the vibrator up against her sphincter. Her mouth opened and I said, "Don't worry: It'll go in if you relax." She relaxed and bit by bit, rib by rib, it found its way in until a good 6 inches of it was inside her. When she was comfortable, I turned it on and her mouth opened. I could actually watch her inner lips glisten and and a small stream of pussy juice start to drip out.

I licked it off and nearly came myself at the taste.

By now, Kelsey was through watching and wanted to join in.

"Pat" I said softly. "Mmmm?" she asked. "How about you let Kelsey sit on your face?" "Okay" she said in a dreamy far-off voice.

This proved to require a bit of contortionism on Kelsey's part, given the way Pat was bound, but she managed to get her pussy onto Pat's lips and Pat apparently had a pretty good idea what to do, because I saw Kelsey's eyes rolling, and soon she was saying "Oh, God. Oh, yes. Oh FUCK!" In an amazingly short period of time, Kelsey fell off her and onto the floor in a heap saying, "Oh my FUCKING GOD she is good!"

A little tiny voice coming from the direction of Pat's face said, "I'll do it for you, too."

"I'll take over for you," Kelsey said. "Go sit on her face for a while. Her mouth is an orgasmatron."

So, I dropped my panties, and found a way to get my pussy to Pat's lips. Kelsey was right. Soon I was the one screaming my head off, and getting Pat's chin all wet when I came with a good series of squirts. Once I was on the floor all aquiver in a post-orgasm afterglow, I had to say, "You've done that before, haven't you? We're not your first girls."

She smiled with a definite blush and said "My sister and I..." Kelsey stopped her with "Say no more." We all laughed.

I finally realized that Pat hadn't got her rocks off yet, so I said to Kelsey, "We owe her a good one." Kelsey agreed. So did Pat, but she said she didn't need to be tied up anymore. When she was untied, I took her into my arms and kissed her. She put her arms around me. Kelsey kept on giving her anal attentions with the big vibrator and I rubbed and fingered her pussy. It took a while despite all the intention, but when she finally came...it was worth it. She turned nearly purple, screamed bloody murder, and did you ever hear that joke that opens with "Do you smoke after sex?" with the punch line, "I don't know, I never looked." Well, if she could smoke she would have been smoking.

We had sex with Pat a couple more times during the week we were there, but we had other adventures as well, which I'll be recounting in future posts.

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METModel's latest load has arrived

They are affiliated with MET-Art and the girls are pretty similar. I also note that the photographers are the same. Anyway, the girls are hot and the photography can't be beat. I picked out a few samples for you. Following them are links to the new galleries.

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And here are the sets...

Elite by Ingret • Swan by Ingret • Gobi by Stan
Deluxe by Skokov • Alien by Magoo • Chair by Skokov
Magic by Skokov • Saffron by Stan • Celebrity by Magoo
Paradise by Skokov • Bureau by Skokov • Virtue by Rigin
Soft Touch by Chepurnoy • Spray by Stan • Lexicon by Chepurnoy
St. Tropz by Stan • Diva by Skokov • Mozaque by Stan
I Love You by Skokov • Flawless by Rigin • French by Skokov
La Casa by Stan

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Sunday, February 19, 2006
A pervert home alone
(or...how to rack up a big phone bill!)

Once again, Erik's out of town (Cairo this time) and I'm home alone.

I reheated some meatloaf with gravy and mashed potatoes and stir-fried some frozen veggies. Not the most delicious meal I've ever had, but filling and pleasing on a cold winter's night. This was followed by some peppermint stick ice cream and a mug of Sumatran coffee.

My friends are all busy or out of town themselves as well, so looking for a fuck in a local meatmarket is out of the question. I feel like masturbating but I'm frustrated. Not interested in our extensive collection of porno videos or magazines. Somehow, computer porn isn't tantalizing tonight, either.

My boss, Kelsey, who shares some of my sexual adventures, gave me a company cell phone last week, and I just found a new use for it! I already have a cell phone of course, but having two phones opens up unexpected possibilities.

This is one of those flip phones and it's really small. Looking at how small it is gave me an idea. I set it on "vibrate," worked it into a condom, tied the condom off, and liberally spread Astroglide all over it. Then...

I stuffed it into my pussy and...

Using my other cell phone, I called myself all evening long.

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Thursday, February 02, 2006
The taste of a Martini

It all started two Fridays ago with Kelsey, my sexy boss-girl, saying, "I hope you can stay and help me." "Why? What's wrong?" "I need to find a letter from last summer. It seems to have been misfiled. A customer claims they never received a notice, and I know they did because I wrote it myself, but our copy seems to have been misfiled, so we need to go through the files till we find it. The lawyers won't accept an electronic document."

Kelsey's always been good to me (she gives great head!), so of course I agreed. She was so happy she took us to Carabbas Italian Restaurant for dinner...yum!

Kelsey actually used to be a fashion model. Now in her 30's, she too old for the runways, but she is full of wild tales about the nightlife led by the fashion model. Don't envision some anorexic stick figure though. While I'm sure she weighed less when she was a model, she's no stick figure, and her boobs are a right proper C-cup, not a B or A. Best of all, she has those puffy nipples which I love. They get puffier when I suck on them, of course...heh heh.

After dinner, we started poring over the files. I felt for Kelsey. She was in no serious danger of being fired, but a serious fuck-up could easily have stalled her upward mobility. She was a good friend and I wanted to help. And I really could help since I was not only more familiar with the files, but with the most likely ways things become misfiled.

Time dragged on: 7 p.m., 8 p.m., 9 p.m., 10 p.m. At around 10:30, I threw my arms up in the air and yelled, "I found it!" Kelsey put down the file folder she was looking through and smiled. I ran over and showed it to her. "Yes! That's it! Oh thank you, thank you!!!"

She took me in her arms and hugged me. I hugged her back. The next thing I knew, our mouths were open and our tongues were caressing, when all of a sudden she stopped dead. I looked into her face and saw she was looking over my shoulder. I turned to see one of the cleaning crew, a handsome young black man, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Kelsey said, "Hi, my name is Kelsey, what's yours?" "Ned," he replied softly. "Let's do him!" I whispered eagerly in her ear. "Just what I was thinking," she whispered back.

"Ned," she said, "close and lock the door." "Why?" he asked. "For privacy, silly." "We're going to fuck your brains out, and we wouldn't want you to lose your job." The precious boy was almost terrified. "Don't worry about anything," Kelsey said. "If anyone asks where you were, we'll tell them you were doing some special work at my request."

"Ummm," he said, looking around, as if for someone to give him advice. For a moment, I almost wondered if he would turn us down, but at last he locked the door and headed our way.

When he got there, Kelsey pulled down his zipper and out came what I can only describe as a black anaconda. As big around as my wrist, and though still flaccid, nearly as long as my forearm, it was a cock of mythic proportions.

"My oh my," said Kelsey, bug-eyed, her comment followed by a lascivious leer. My jaw was on the floor.

Kelsey pulled him close and pulled his cock up and down rhythmically. I unbuttoned my top, exposing my breasts which, compared to his cock, I admit, look rather normal.

Since she was Frenching him, I broke her grip on his cock, dropped to my knees, unhinged my jaw (I'm kidding), and did my best to suck him off without scraping the skin off his cock with my teeth.

Unfortunately, the more I blew him, the bigger his cock got. Finally, all I could do was lick it.

I stood up took off my skirt and then my panties. I then pressed his cock up against my pussy, holding it there with one hand while I moved my hips. He respondes with a rhythmic motion of his hips. I tipped my hips so that his cock rubbed my clit and did all I could to fight off an orgasm.

Kelsey let go of him, took off her own skirt and panties, sat on the table, and hooked her heels into the table edge, her knees far apart. The invitation was obvious and he accepted, dropping to his knees to worship and lick her furry vulva.

Dropping to my own knees, I pulled his pants down, jacking him off slowly. This went on for a few minutes. I then licked the "fuck you" finger of my other hand, making it plenty wet. I slid my finger into his asshole slowly, until I was all the way in. This allowed me to massage his prostate while still working his cock, which frequently makes guys come right there, but Ned resisted, and I could tell he was plenty excited from the rock-hardness of his dick.

So could Kelsey, because his attentions to her pussy became quite a bit more vigorous and effective, and she made sounds as if she was about to cum. This made him even more vigorous in his efforts on her pussy.

She came hard and pushed him off and sliding down into a heap on the floor. I pulled Ned up and sat him on the table, his feet on the floor and his huge cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. I had been masturbating him before, but now I could do it even more vigorously. As I pumped his stupendous cock I sucked the wrinkled sandpapery skin of his balls into my mouth.

When he seemed on the verge of ejaculation, I would stop jacking him off and just lick the shaft, feeling the bulging veins sliding up and down my tongue.

When he calmed down, I would suck and lick his glans to get him started again.

All of a sudden, he stopped being passive, pushed me to the floor and fucked me hard missionary while licking my neck and cheeks and giving me deep, probing Frenches on the mouth. Gathering up my legs and pushing them up to my shoulders, he pumped me deep and hard and had me coming like crazy, but his pumping was so violent and mindless, I'm sure he was unawares.

And so I came...and came...and came!!!

Then, he rolled me over, pulled my hips up so that my butt was up in the air but my shoulders and cheek were laying on the floor in a "low doggy" position. At the same time, I was signaling Kelsey to slide over, and when she did, I tongue-fucked her as hard as I could while she clamped her hands on my head to help me.

After a few minutes, Ned pulled out. The next thing I knew, his cock was pushing into my ass and, of course, I was cooperating as best I could, though he was so big it was a real effort. When he was finally full in, it was painful. But it was that "It hurts so good" kind of pain!

I helped Kelsey roll over and while I was being butt-banged, I rimmed Kelsey, enjoying the stinging taste of her asshole as it filled my mouth.

Once again, Ned had me cumming like crazy and once again he was totally oblivious, concentrating as he was on getting his own rocks off.

I could tell he was getting there, so I pushed him off and rolled over, grabbing his cock and, holding the tip over my chin, I jacked him off until he ejaculated sloppily into my mouth, over my nose and eyes, forehead and hair. And when he was done, I sucked the jizz off his dick, off my hand, and I ate whatever cum I could gather off my face. ...It was tasty.

Ned stood up, pulled his pants up, rearranged his clothes, and said "I better get back to work." Grabbing the two wastebaskets, he unlocked the door, dumped them into the bin in his cart, and disappeared.

After he was gone, and while Kelsey and I were getting dressed, Kelsey remarked,"I don't think he said more than 10 or 15 words!" I thought and said, "I think you're right!"

"Want a drink on the way home?" Kelsey asked, adding, "There's a new Martini bar near the mall." I had a Martini and Kelsey and I agreed, the Martinis tasted a lot like Ned.

Which was nice...

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