On our last night, as memory relived the moments of two frenetic and extravagant days, and the neon lights illuminated Vegas, pulsating like our heartbeats, Mali and I were again lying on a lavish bed, surrounded by the opulent grandeur of the Bellagio's double master suite. We knew that everything we had experienced was more than a fleeting encounter with two wealthy, attractive Texans.
We had been invited to this temple of luxury by "Bull", actually James, a charming businessman with the solid build of a linebacker, a widower with a heart as rough as his terrain. But his attitude seemed to have changed: the giant had shown tenderness. His heir, Colt, a young and well-built Adonis, had also joined us, his awkward handsomeness and shy demeanor only adding to his allure.
Mali and I felt we had lost initial control: beyond the passionate moments we'd shared, a deeper connection had begun with the Texans. All the boundaries between adventure and transactions began to blur, and we found ourselves entwined in a dance of desires, both physical and emotional. At midnight, as the last enchanting show of the Bellagio Fountains along the Strip ended, ours began.
The two men, wearing the resort's refined silk robes, appeared in the doorway of the room, radiating an aura of strong energy. Colt couldn't stop staring at the statuesque figure of Mali, an Eastern deity just waiting to be worshiped. The patriarch? All rugged charm and with a knowing smile, his gaze fell on my Latina curves like a predator's. Mali's fingers tangled with mine. "Game on."
"Someone's staring at us," I said, giggling. Bull approached us; his blue eyes had that playful, possessive glint. "Ma'ams, you're so fuckin' fine," he chuckled. "Let's get this party started proper." He gestured toward the other room. "We've yet to christen that bed, enuff for all of us." Flowing kaftans, fine robes, and velvet slippers flew away as we reached the second oversized bed.
What followed was a tangle of limbs, a symphony of moans, and a masterclass in debauchery. I found myself on my back, legs spread wide as Bull knelt between them, his massive member hardening, the bulbous head notching against my soft folds. Beside us, Mali straddled Colt, her back against his chest, as she moved seamlessly like water, his thick, curved, banana-shaped member hard again.
Colt slid inside her from behind as she leaned forward, her lips sucking, her tongue flicking my nipple. Bull entered inside me. The too-familiar stretch of my walls made me arch. "Papi, please, please," I murmured. "Take it, mamacita," he grunted, filling me completely. Then he breached me with powerful thrusts, and every time he bottomed out, I screamed, my fingers clawing the sheets.
The bed creaked beneath all of us, the sound mixing with our moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, and the obscene squelch of my vaginal tube taking Bull's length. "Faster, Colt, faster!" Mali ordered as her fingers circled the clit. Colt's hands gripped Mali's hips, his member pistoning faster, his breath ragged as he watched his papa penetrate me so roughly, his eyes darkened with lust.
"Goddamn, Hispana…" Bull growled, "gonna mark you so every fuckin' man knows you're mine, puta." His strength and the words he used sent me spiraling. "God, James. Ahhh…" My moans dissolved into a scream as the orgasm hit me. Then, Mali's back arched, her cry sharp and high as the climax rippled through her. At the sight of us, Colt gave way, and his release flooded her with heavy pulses.
Bull, with a guttural grunt, buried his huge member inside me for the last time, his hot semen flooding me in thick, hot spurts. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were ragged breaths and the wet slickness of semen dripping from my fat folds when Bull pulled it out. As I turned, my lips wrapped around the head before he could even protest, my tongue swirling over the sensitive slit.
I hummed, the vibration making it twitch, and Bull groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. "Darlin'… you're going to finish me off!" I pulled back with a wet pop, my lips curling into a smirk. "But what a way to go, no?" I glanced at Mali, still straddling Colt, his softening flesh slipping from her with a wet sound. "So round two ended… Time for an extra?" It was a slower and dirtier one.
Mali began riding Colt's face as Bull dragged his flat, hot tongue from my ass to my clit. Wet, carnal sounds, gasps, moans, and Bull's vulgar encouragements to Colt filled the air as he slid in and out of my ass until we were spent. Finally, Bull sighed, utterly content. "You two are simply magnificent! Damn, you're going to ruin me…" I pressed one last kiss to his cheek. "That's an idea."
The final morning felt like a fantasy fading in the harsh light of reality, yet the reality was better than a fantasy. We were sitting in the dining nook, ******** coffee, still wrapped in the resort's finest robes. Bull slid two heavy envelopes across the table, one for Mali, one for me. "This is for your lost wages, your new wardrobe, and the start of a future arrangement, if you accept."
Inside, each envelope contained a substantial, six-figure check: enough to keep us safe for two years. Along with the check was an offer to act as "personal advisors and companions" for various business trips, a fee that dwarfed our best nights stripping. Colt, still shy, handed us two small velvet boxes with delicate, precious pendants inside, engraved with the initials C and M, B and H.
Then Bull gave us something less delicate: a key card. "And I bought you a week at the St. Regis Chicago… No strings. Just go. Recharge. Think about us." The gifts were staggering, but what truly satisfied me was the look in Bull's eyes at me. It wasn't the lust of a satisfied client, but something beyond the physical: the desire for a companion, a new muse, a spark of the life he had lost.
In our warm farewells, there was a promise, a shared understanding. As the taxi pulled away from the Bellagio, the fountains beginning their morning dance, Mali leaned against me. "Did you fix it, Ana?" she asked quietly. I held her hand, noticing the weight of the new watch on her wrist. "We didn't fix Liam. We just found something bigger than him that put adventure back into our lives."
I looked at my girlfriend, partner, the woman who had tolerated my unforgivable lapse, and felt a rush of absolute certainty. We had flown to Las Vegas with doubts and uncertainties, we had played, we had won, and now we were leaving filled with confidence and certitude, rediscovered through mutual thrill, shared decadence, and the unexpected, enormous affection of two lovely, lonely men.
"We'll see them again, won't we?" I whispered. A radiant glow spread from Mali's lips to her eyes. "Absolutely, my love. They say the Dallas spring breeze is truly heady and exhilarating!" I settled back, watching the magnificent, reckless city disappear behind us. The romance of escape had worked its magic, leaving us wealthier, bolder, and more beautifully intertwined beyond the horizon.
We had been invited to this temple of luxury by "Bull", actually James, a charming businessman with the solid build of a linebacker, a widower with a heart as rough as his terrain. But his attitude seemed to have changed: the giant had shown tenderness. His heir, Colt, a young and well-built Adonis, had also joined us, his awkward handsomeness and shy demeanor only adding to his allure.
Mali and I felt we had lost initial control: beyond the passionate moments we'd shared, a deeper connection had begun with the Texans. All the boundaries between adventure and transactions began to blur, and we found ourselves entwined in a dance of desires, both physical and emotional. At midnight, as the last enchanting show of the Bellagio Fountains along the Strip ended, ours began.
The two men, wearing the resort's refined silk robes, appeared in the doorway of the room, radiating an aura of strong energy. Colt couldn't stop staring at the statuesque figure of Mali, an Eastern deity just waiting to be worshiped. The patriarch? All rugged charm and with a knowing smile, his gaze fell on my Latina curves like a predator's. Mali's fingers tangled with mine. "Game on."
"Someone's staring at us," I said, giggling. Bull approached us; his blue eyes had that playful, possessive glint. "Ma'ams, you're so fuckin' fine," he chuckled. "Let's get this party started proper." He gestured toward the other room. "We've yet to christen that bed, enuff for all of us." Flowing kaftans, fine robes, and velvet slippers flew away as we reached the second oversized bed.
What followed was a tangle of limbs, a symphony of moans, and a masterclass in debauchery. I found myself on my back, legs spread wide as Bull knelt between them, his massive member hardening, the bulbous head notching against my soft folds. Beside us, Mali straddled Colt, her back against his chest, as she moved seamlessly like water, his thick, curved, banana-shaped member hard again.
Colt slid inside her from behind as she leaned forward, her lips sucking, her tongue flicking my nipple. Bull entered inside me. The too-familiar stretch of my walls made me arch. "Papi, please, please," I murmured. "Take it, mamacita," he grunted, filling me completely. Then he breached me with powerful thrusts, and every time he bottomed out, I screamed, my fingers clawing the sheets.
The bed creaked beneath all of us, the sound mixing with our moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, and the obscene squelch of my vaginal tube taking Bull's length. "Faster, Colt, faster!" Mali ordered as her fingers circled the clit. Colt's hands gripped Mali's hips, his member pistoning faster, his breath ragged as he watched his papa penetrate me so roughly, his eyes darkened with lust.
"Goddamn, Hispana…" Bull growled, "gonna mark you so every fuckin' man knows you're mine, puta." His strength and the words he used sent me spiraling. "God, James. Ahhh…" My moans dissolved into a scream as the orgasm hit me. Then, Mali's back arched, her cry sharp and high as the climax rippled through her. At the sight of us, Colt gave way, and his release flooded her with heavy pulses.
Bull, with a guttural grunt, buried his huge member inside me for the last time, his hot semen flooding me in thick, hot spurts. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were ragged breaths and the wet slickness of semen dripping from my fat folds when Bull pulled it out. As I turned, my lips wrapped around the head before he could even protest, my tongue swirling over the sensitive slit.
I hummed, the vibration making it twitch, and Bull groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. "Darlin'… you're going to finish me off!" I pulled back with a wet pop, my lips curling into a smirk. "But what a way to go, no?" I glanced at Mali, still straddling Colt, his softening flesh slipping from her with a wet sound. "So round two ended… Time for an extra?" It was a slower and dirtier one.
Mali began riding Colt's face as Bull dragged his flat, hot tongue from my ass to my clit. Wet, carnal sounds, gasps, moans, and Bull's vulgar encouragements to Colt filled the air as he slid in and out of my ass until we were spent. Finally, Bull sighed, utterly content. "You two are simply magnificent! Damn, you're going to ruin me…" I pressed one last kiss to his cheek. "That's an idea."
The final morning felt like a fantasy fading in the harsh light of reality, yet the reality was better than a fantasy. We were sitting in the dining nook, ******** coffee, still wrapped in the resort's finest robes. Bull slid two heavy envelopes across the table, one for Mali, one for me. "This is for your lost wages, your new wardrobe, and the start of a future arrangement, if you accept."
Inside, each envelope contained a substantial, six-figure check: enough to keep us safe for two years. Along with the check was an offer to act as "personal advisors and companions" for various business trips, a fee that dwarfed our best nights stripping. Colt, still shy, handed us two small velvet boxes with delicate, precious pendants inside, engraved with the initials C and M, B and H.
Then Bull gave us something less delicate: a key card. "And I bought you a week at the St. Regis Chicago… No strings. Just go. Recharge. Think about us." The gifts were staggering, but what truly satisfied me was the look in Bull's eyes at me. It wasn't the lust of a satisfied client, but something beyond the physical: the desire for a companion, a new muse, a spark of the life he had lost.
In our warm farewells, there was a promise, a shared understanding. As the taxi pulled away from the Bellagio, the fountains beginning their morning dance, Mali leaned against me. "Did you fix it, Ana?" she asked quietly. I held her hand, noticing the weight of the new watch on her wrist. "We didn't fix Liam. We just found something bigger than him that put adventure back into our lives."
I looked at my girlfriend, partner, the woman who had tolerated my unforgivable lapse, and felt a rush of absolute certainty. We had flown to Las Vegas with doubts and uncertainties, we had played, we had won, and now we were leaving filled with confidence and certitude, rediscovered through mutual thrill, shared decadence, and the unexpected, enormous affection of two lovely, lonely men.
"We'll see them again, won't we?" I whispered. A radiant glow spread from Mali's lips to her eyes. "Absolutely, my love. They say the Dallas spring breeze is truly heady and exhilarating!" I settled back, watching the magnificent, reckless city disappear behind us. The romance of escape had worked its magic, leaving us wealthier, bolder, and more beautifully intertwined beyond the horizon.
