Las Vegas Vacation

Viva Las Vegas

It was a great early summer day.  Oh the weather was hot and humid as usual in Atlanta, and my husband was out of town for a couple of weeks, again, but it was a great day anyway.  My best friend Sara and I were going to Vegas!  School was finally out, how sick I had gotten of chasing six graders!  I started calling the boys sex graders, just trying to figure this idea out, and so obnoxious as they did. 

In addition the home situation was not very good that year.  My husband was considerable older than me, who at 25 was in pretty damn good shape if I do say so myself.  He was a plastic surgeon who I had met doing just a little adjustment to my appearance.  He was flat out rich, but traveled a lot doing work for celebrities and putting on seminars.  When he was at home we had been trying to start a baby for six months now, but nothing was happening.  I always though the problem might be with him, but his ego was far too big to even consider such a possibility.

I pranced around the bedroom packing, wearing nothing but pink bikini panties, my well endowed boobs (34D for the record)  bouncing as I did so.  Sara used to say I had a “bouncy” personality.  It was an inside joke, as she was less well endowed, being about a 32B or so.  I had suggested she let my husband operate on her, at a big discount, but she declined.  She was always kidding me that I was going to sag, while patting her firm, small boobs.  Otherwise we were both quite athletic, jogging, working out, and in general spending a lot time together.  Sara had just recently broken up with her long-time boyfriend, and at the moment was living with us in our guest house.  This was a small separate bungalow next to the house, which I guess some would call a housekeeper cottage.  Although my husband’s house (he had it when we met) might be called a mansion by some, we did not have servants, except for the landscaping people, and the mandatory pool boy (no I never popped the pool boy, fyi.).

While I was picking out some of my most scandalous outfits, Sara bopped in wearing just a string bikini. 

“Hey, Sandy Beach,” she quipped, “let’s go for a dip in your pool.”

“Sorry, Sara B, my suit is in the wash,” I replied.  (The B refers to her bra size, more of our inside joke).

“You don’t need it,” Sara laughed as she whipped off her top, bouncing up and down to show her boobs hardly moving.  I laughed as she playfully smacked me on the butt, right on top of my peach tattoo.  Several years ago, in a rather drunken state, Sara and I got matching tattoos of a peach, me on my left cheek she on the right.  A pair of Georgia peaches, get it?

I dropped my packing and we scampered out to the pool.  We were horsing around in the shallow end, she comparing my floating boobs to water wings, me telling her she would drown is she counted on those for flotation, when wouldn’t you know the pool guy shows up!  Sara just bounced up and down facing him, whereas my extremely pale skin turned a bright crimson as I poorly attempted to cover my bouncing boobs as I ran into the house.

We laughed as we dried each other off.  “Just consider it practice for Vegas, baby,” Sara chided.

“Hey, that’s easy for you to say, your still trying to catch a sugar daddy.  I got mine!” I chided back.

“Now remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Sara responded, sounding a little more serious.  “Don’t tell me that if some hunk of a man comes on to you your just going to ignore him?”

I blushed again despite myself, for Sara knew that our sex this past few months had been sort of forced, and my guilt over not getting pregnant was really nagging at my sexuality. 

“Just think of it as ‘priming the pump’.  And besides, if it is Jim’s fault he will never know who the father is.  Just pick a good looking guy!”

“Oh, Sara stop it,” I responded, blushing bright red.  She laughed again smacking my butt with a rolled up towel.

I finished my packing, got dressed, and started to put on makeup while Sara continued to chide me in her own way.  I must admit the image in the mirror was pretty attractive.  My long red hair stood out from my head as a result of the blow drying.  My skin was very smooth with just a couple of freckles accentuating my very fair complexion, which went along with the natural hair.  If anything my big boobs were a little out of place above my flat stomach (too many crunches to count) and slim hips.

Sara was more balanced that way.  Slightly smaller framed than me, with natural light brown hair now bleached to blond and cut is a shoulder length, bouncy cut.  Her blue eyes contrasted somewhat with my grey ones, and her small boobs actually fitted well with her small frame, athletic stomach and small hips.  She had done gymnastics and swimming in college, and her muscled legs and shoulders still showed it, although she did less and less now that she was working.

“You did shave, didn’t you,” Sara chided, whipping off her bikini bottom to reveal a completely shaved and depilated pussy.

“No,” I blushed, “I left a triangle of orange fluff, to prove I am a natural red head!” I smirked. 

We laughed and Sara left to finish packing while I did make up and also packed a couple of small toys, including a vibrating rubber duck, while humming “Rubber ducky you’re the one.  You make bath time lots of fun.”

Just a couple of hours later we were on a plane over Oklahoma or somewhere flat.  Sara had the window seat and was snoozing.  One leg was curled up under her and her little throw on dress had ridden up to show a fair amount of her tanned thigh.  I knew she was just wearing a string bikini as underwear.  I was wearing a low cut blouse which showed a lot of cleavage, accentuated by my high-tech bra (I was not going to sag no matter what Sara said).  The fat guy next to me was constantly straining to look down my blouse without seeming too.  It was hilarious.  Finally having had enough, I “accidentally” let another button loose, giving him a full view.  I watched out of the corner of his eye as a bulge appeared in his rather large pants.  It was an impressive bulge.

“Wow,” I thought, “if that is all it takes to get him interested.  I crossed my legs revealing a lot of thigh, and he was even more entranced.  Then I got a fiendish idea.

“Excuse me,” I began as I got up to go to the bathroom.  As I squeezed in front of him I wiggled my derriere right in front of his face.  When I came back, I faced him and shook my boobs almost right in his face.  After that I struck up a “polite” conversation with him, touching his knee for emphasis a couple of times and allowing him to touch mine.

When Sara woke up, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, the huge bulge being obvious to all as he waddled down the isle.  He was gone a long time, and I told Sara what I had done.

“You prick-tease, you!  How could you, he is so fat and ugly?”  Sara chided me.  “You really are desperate aren’t you girl?”  We laughed together and tried to stifle ourselves in serious conversation as he finally returned, looking much relieved.

We checked into our two bedroom suite at the Villagio.  It was fantastic, complete with big Jacuzzi tub for at least two, maybe four.  We joked about a “manage a quatre” which made me blush even more.  Truth be known I had not been with anyone else for the last three years since I was married.  Sara had only been with her long time boyfriend and one other brief encounter, so neither of us were exactly promiscuous.  We did love to tease each other though. 

Sara surprised me with a big hug, rubbing tits together, and giving me a longer than usual kiss.  We had never had sex together, and in fact considered ourselves quite hetero, but we had masturbated together several times, especially in the Jacuzzi.

“Do you want to warm up before going out, or are you hot enough already, girlfriend?” she chided.  I blushed but said I thought I was already overheated, as it was about 110 degrees in Vegas.  She laughed and patted my bum, as we started to dress for our first trip out to the bars.  The sun was getting lower in the June sky, as Sara came back wearing a little halter top and short skirt.  “Do you think this will buy be dinner?”  she quipped as he flipped up the skirt to reveal a little red leather thong. This was outlined by a black garter belt and stockings, with black strap-on high heels

“You BAD, girlfriend,” I chided.  Sara did not like my choices for the evening.  Soon she had me in a lacy bra, very clearly visible beneath the semi-transparent top she tied to reveal my belly button, black stockings, garter belt, moderately high heels, and a moderately short black skirt. After much thought she found a black leather thong which matched her red one (Red and Black, colors of the University of Georgia, get it?)

“One more thing, girlfriend,” she added as she reached down and removed my wedding band and engagement ring, rubbing a little make up on my finger to hide the tan line.  I started  to object, but she just shushed me.

“Remember, darling, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!” and she accentuated this will a kiss.  “Now let’s go get a hunk of a dinner ticket!” as she smacked me on the butt again, right on my peach.  This time I responded with an enthusiastic smack on hers as we sashayed down to the bar.

It did not take long.  We had bought only one drink when this Italian looking hunk, with open shirt, chest hair, and a large gold necklace came by.  His wing man stood about 6’3”, dirty blond hair, and was chiseled.  I guess the Italian guy liked boobs because he came on to me strong.  Before long we had guzzled a couple too many of their drinks and were headed for dinner, his hand around my shoulder and resting casually on the top of my breast.  I knew I should be objecting, but what the hell, this is Vegas.

Sara seemed like she might have the better deal.  The Italian (excuse me he was actually Spanish, Sergio, or so he said) was a little full of himself, but he sure did like to play with my tits, and I liked to have them played with so it worked out well. As we sat at dinner his hand rather proudly crept under my bra and was blatantly playing with my nipple right out in public!  Old ladies going by glared, and their husbands looked on approvingly.

One thing led to another and we ended up back at their hotel, the Venetian, and had one hell of a good fucking time, although Sergio ended up a little rougher on my tits than I might have wished.  I did not object, however, and the endorphins sort of masked any pain.  He did treat my boobs a little like punching bags though.  The best was when I was riding him like a jockey, bouncing up and down on his sizable cock while he slapped my boobies back and forth.  I must have liked if for I remember screaming my lungs out then passing out on his hairy chest.  Sometime after midnight the blond guy came into our room and asked, “Hey Sergio, want to trade?”  I guess Sergio had played enough with my boobs, so they traded.  Was I in for a shock!  Blonde had the largest cock I had ever seen on a really Caucasian guy.  Sergio had made me cum, but this guy (Gary, or so he said) really knew how to use his tools!    He was very gentle though, and that was good for it took a bit of stretching for my little pussy to get around his cock, besides my boobs were sore by now.  My eyes were as big as saucers as I slowly lowered myself down onto it, squealing a little like as school girl as he stretched me open.  Before he was done with me, I passed out, combination of booze and too many orgasms, but before I did I felt him empty everything he had into me.

About dawn I woke up, crawled quietly out of bed, kissed Blonde once for his efforts, roused Sara who was still spooning with Sergio, and we slipped out.  Later we compared notes.  Sara had not hit it off to well with Blonde, both feeling like they were getting second choice.  Sergio must have found a second wind with her, for he got her off good.  One of them must have gotten pretty rough for Sara had a heck of a bruise on her right breast, perhaps it was a hickey but by the next morning it looked like a good bruise.  My bets were all on Sergio, but she swears she does not remember.  We prided ourselves on having one hell of a good first night in Vegas, but maybe we should have stopped there.

The next night we went slumming a little (maybe a little too much), going to a smaller place on the upper end of the strip.  We noticed it seemed to be all black, but as I said we were slumming.  It did not take long before this large black guy with a following of several bodyguards and a couple of nearly naked girls came in.  They sat to one side, but I could tell they were looking us over.  Pretty soon the bartender came over, sort of sheepishly.  “Excuse me ladies, but Mr. Dante would like you to join him if you would be so kind.”  “Who is Dante?” I asked.  “Oh he is a record producer and movie producer of some of the biggest artist, have you ever heard of Jumbo records?  How about the movie ‘White Bitches’?”  I had not, but he sounded important.

Soon we were laughing and drinking with his gang, the only white spots in a sea of black, but we did not care.  We did notice that the black chicks were not too happy to see us at first, but later seemed to warm up to us being there after Big (i.e. Dante) whispered something in their ears.  One of them seemed especially sweet toward Sara for some reason.  We headed off to dinner at some little dive.  We were in a back room, all to ourselves, that is this party of about 10 people, with Mr. Big’s hands all over my tits.  Meanwhile one of his henchmen was having Sara give him a lap dance.  She did not seem to be too happy about it, but after he smacked her ass hard a couple of times she cooperated.  It was almost midnight when I began to feel very, very sleepy.

Slowly, very slowly I started to regain consciousness.  I tried to move but seemed to be totally paralyzed.  I tried to say something but something was holding my mouth wide open.  I opened a bleary eye and right in front of me was a huge black cock!  Its owner, one of Big’s bodyguards, was stroking it right under my nose.  “Hey boss, I think sweet cheeks here is coming too.”  Big walked over and landed a hard smack to my derriere.  I realized then that I was nearly naked, but tied up in a very strenuous position - a hog tie!  My legs were crossed and tied at the ankles, pulled up and tied to my hands.  My hair was also pulled back, holding my head up, and in my mouth was some form of metal ring.  “Oh good, I have been wanting to hear her sing!” Big laughed, as he pulled out a huge semi-hard cock.  He slapped me back and forth in the face with it, then began to force it down my throat.  I sputtered and sputtered, but he just grabbed my head and throat fucked me.  With my head pulled back my throat was wide open, and I have pretty well controlled my gag reflex, but that huge cock going down my throat was almost too much.  I began to sputter and whine between strokes down my throat.  “Ah I love to hear a white piggy whine,” Big laughed.  “Rich little white bitch getting face fucked by a bad black man, poor little piggy!” and with each word he slammed his big cock deeper into my throat.

“Hey boss, can I have her cunt?” one of the bodyguards asked.  “Sure, Spade, but keep her ass for Bubba, you know how he likes to open them up!”  He just laughed as he kept face fucking me.  They spun me around so my head was off one side of he table and legs sticking off the other.  Soon I felt a second big cock plowing into my poorly prepared cunt.  I am not that big and his cock was huge.  It tore me open and slammed all the way to my cervix.  I gave a large grunt as it hit, but all sound was stopped by the huge black sausage going down my throat.  They sawed back and forth in me and I thought I was about to pass out when I felt a water cannon go off down my throat.  I did not know one set of balls could hold so much.  I swallowed and swallowed, and still when he pulled back some of it slipped out and dripped down my chin.  I was gasping for breath like a fish out of water.  I was still gasping for breath and trying to clear my throat of all that cum when the second hose went off in my pussy, shooting his load way up into my vagina.  Again there was so much it seemed to fill me and squish out around his cock still pounding into me.

When they stopped they spun me around.  There was Sara spread eagled on an old rusty bed.  The two black chicks sat on either side of her, one of them pounding several fingers roughly up her pussy.  Sara was trying to cry out in pain, but she was thoroughly gagged with some form of old rag stuck in her mouth and held with a long piece of rubber.  One of the women produced a large syringe and started filling it from some form of container.

“You call those knockers, bitch?  You are as flat as a pool table.  We’ll fix you right up.”  I tried to object but only mewings came out.  I watched in horror as she stuck the needle of the syringe into Sara’s boob, just below the nipple and began to slowly inject the fluid.  The end of her boob swelled until the nipple stood up as if on a small balloon.  A second syringe and the second tit suffered a similar fate.  They two black bitches laughed and laughed.  Another syringe and they started to inject Sara’s pussy lips.  Soon both of them were swollen like two long skinny balloons. 

The two women laughed, “Hey Tiny, come on over, her cunt will feel tight now even around your little cock!”  Tiny was not exactly tiny, but I could tell it hurt a lot as he slammed into Sara’s distended pussy.  It did not take long before he shot his load deep inside her. 

He had no sooner finished with Sara than an outside door opened, and both black girls looked up with glee.  “It’s Bubba” they announced, and both ran out to see him, and probably tell him about the white piggy waiting for him.  They came back in gleefully leading a giant of a man.  He must have been nearly 7’ tall.  If Shaquille had a fat brother this would be him.  He smacked my face once, “Take that thing out,” he commanded, “I want to hear her scream.”  The gag was quickly removed and Bubba leaned close to my face.  “Now piggy, if you are good and cooperate I will be gentle and this won’t hurt too much” (the girls laughed at this).  “If you do something stupid I may kill you in the process, do you understand bitch?”  I just nodded as the women took out the largest, fattest cock I had ever seen.  It looked more like that of a horse than a man.  About this time bright lights came on and a couple of movie cameras came out.  Over in the corner another guy adjusted a webcam, for this was my first live performance, although we would learn later that Sara’s ordeal had already been broadcast.. 

Bubba placed his gigantic cock at my lips and almost gently fed it in.  I cooperated, afraid of what he would do if I did not.  I had some mistaken idea that if I could make him come in my mouth maybe he would spare other part of me, but that was stupid.  As soon as he was as hard as a rock, he headed for his main target-my ass.  “You did a good job, bitch, so I am going to make this easy on you,” he promised.  He was pretty gentle.  He spit on my ass and worked it in.  He even spread some form of lubricant on his prodigious cock.

As the huge head touched my ass I did my best to relax, but there was no preparing for that huge item.  I felt it begin to stretch my rectum, then felt a burning pain as tissues began to tear.  I screamed and screamed like a stuck pig, as actually I was.  He was only half way in when I sort of fainted.  Some one slapped me back to life, and the ripping pain came again and I screamed all the louder.  He had grabbed the ropes holding my arms and legs and used them for leverage to force my body back on his huge cock.  Deeper and deeper he pushed until it felt like he was going to go right through my body.  Finally all the way in he began to move in and out.  It felt as if my colon was being turned inside out like a sleeve!  I gasped and cried, tears running down my cheeks as the sensitive lining was stretched and abraded by that cock the size of most men’s arms going in and out and turning my gut inside out.  I must have fainted a couple of times more before I felt him cum deep in my ass.  It just kept coming and coming.  When he was finally finished and pulled out my poor ass was hopelessly gapping open.  I could feel his cum seeping back through the torn sphincter and leaking down my leg.  I was crying and crying like a school girl.  The black girls with laughing and clapping and almost worshiping Bubba’s huge weapon.  It certainly put this white girl in her place. 

Suddenly one of the body guards came in and whispered something to Big.  He looked a little startled as he ordered, “Put the little piggies to sleep, we got to go!”  What did he mean?  Did sleep mean kill?  A large needle was stuck into my inner thigh and in no time my head began to spin and I lost consciousness.  Was I dead?

Slowly, slowly, very slowly I began to come to.  The whole room was spinning and everything was a little distorted.  There were bright lights and from a far corner familiar squeals.  I tried to focus, but my eyes still did not work.  Finally as they began to focus I saw Sara under the bright lights tied, her legs spread, in a chair.  Some sort of piston device was under her, and then I realized she was being fucked by some sort of machine!  As her face grimaced in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and a vibrator buzzed on her clit, a number of cameras were recording it all.  I did not know it at the time, but it was also going out live over the internet.

“Hey,” one of the girls whispered, so as not to disturb the filming, “big tits is back with us.”  “Get her ready!” Big ordered, as he turned back to watch Sara, under the bright lights, moaning as the machine pumped its cock shaped arm in and out of her dripping pussy, and under the buzz of the vibrator she shook in still another orgasm.

One of the girls gave me another injection.  I was no longer tied, but felt so tired and limp I could hardly move.  Soon the new drugs began to revive me and my heart began to race.  The lights went out on the filming, but I could still hear Sara moaning slightly in the aftermath of the ordeal.

The two girls washed my sweaty body, then began to shave away the last of my pussy hair until I was as bald as a baby.  They rubbed my body with some form of oil to make it glisten, and the warmth of it slowly make me aware of the various aches and pains from my previous episode.

Big approached, and leaned down, placing one hand on my breast and squeezing it.  “Look, big tits, we are making movies here and we are going to make you a star!  Now if you and your friend,” as he motioned toward Sara now surrounded by two body guards, “want to get out of Vegas alive you will do exactly what we want.  You might even enjoy it!  If not, well there is a nice concrete bed in a new casino going up.”  He motioned toward Sara and I saw one of the bodyguards place a rope around her neck and start to tighten until she began to gag.

“Stop it, you Bastard, leave her alone!” I cried as if I had some control.  The guard loosened the cord and Sara gasped for breath.  “As long as you do what you are told, Big Tits,” Big responded, patting my tit harder and harder. 

“Now get up,” and he propelled me up and across the room to a large king sized bed, with a fancy backdrop that made it look like a fancy hotel room.  The light came on and in walked Bubba, naked as the day he was born, but a lot bigger.  He lay down right in the middle of the bed, his semi-hard monster of a cock flopping sideways.  The lights came on and several cameras came to life.

“Now, Big Tits, get him hard!” Big whispered in my ear, motioning over his shoulder toward Sara where I saw the bodyguard start to tighten the noose.  I approached Bubba, the lights feeling hot on my back as I tentatively stroked his huge cock. It jumped a little as I leaned to suck on it tentatively.  It was far too big for me to get all the way down, but I started sucking on the tip as it stiffened and grew.  He groaned a little, taking my head and forcing it down as far as it would go, which was not half its length.  I gagged a little, getting it under control.  He began to move my mouth up and down as my hand stroked the lower half of his monster.  The drugs I had been given must have been taking effect for my pussy was getting wet, and I was getting turned on even by this giant that had destroyed my ass. 

It seemed like this slow face fucking went on forever, but I have to admit Bubba was really rather gentle, for with that huge sausage he could have choked me to death easily.  As it was my mouth was stretched wide just to get around its huge girth.  When Big motioned for the girls to help me climb onto that monster I did not think my little pussy could take it.  I squatted over him, with the girls helping my balance, and tried to lower my small pussy onto his huge rod.  The head alone was bigger than my spread opening.  I started to sit down on it, moaning loudly as I felt the tissues stretch and stretch.  Looking back on it, that was as close to reverse child birth I can imagine.  Slowly, slowly under my weight my pussy stretched and stretched, seeming to be pulled inside out each time I rose a little to work a little more in.  The drugs had done their job, as it was wet and swollen which helped lubricate that giant rod.  Finally he bottomed against my cervix with about 2/3 of his pole in me.  It hurt as I bounced up and down a little, the tip pushing against my cervix as if it would penetrate my inner vagina.  The pain grew as both girls forced me still further down until I could feel my cervix stretching and stretching.  If I had given birth it might have been easier, but the pain was intense.  Even so, my rampant pussy wanted more and I moved up and down, screwing myself on his huge bone.  Finally, with most of his rod in me, the pulled me forward onto his massive chest, and in came Tiny. 

As he positioned himself behind me, one of the girls sucking and stroking him to erection, Big laughed at my hesitation.  “Relax, Big Tits, after Bubba you won’t even feel Tiny!”  It was true, my ass hole was still so stretched from the night before that it would barely close.  A little spit and Tiny slipped easily into my torn ass, even though it still hurt as he scraped the injured and swollen tissues.  Both of them began to fuck me now, the first time I had ever been double penetrated.  It was turning me on.  I began to moan and cry with a mixture of pain and pure passion as then fucked both holes.  The cameras came in for a close up of my face and bouncing breasts and I approached a massive orgasm.  I did not know whether it was the drugs or the two cocks rubbing together through my thin membranes, but it was a huge orgasm.  I shook and hollered and squealed.  No one watching this video, or live feed, would imagine this was anything but a pure slut enjoying being dp’d by experienced cocks.  I twisted and squealed like a stuck pig as both cocks began to erupt inside me.  Tiny pulled out to show his cum running down my ass and seeping around my torn asshole, but Bubba just kept shooting deep into my vagina.  His load was indeed tremendous.

When they were finished the two girls half lifted my nearly unconscious form off the giant and carried me over to a bed, cum dripping out of both holes for the camera to capture. 

Now it was the two black girls to have fun, at Sara’s expense.  They laid her on her back on the bed, fastening her arms and legs to the four corners one of them put a gag into her mouth which held a large rubber dildo sticking out.  The other one begin rather hungrily licking Sara’s shaved pussy until she was moaning and tossing.  They both laughed as the bright lights and cameras came on and the second girl climbed on the bed and began to lower her rather large pussy down onto the dildo held in my friend’s mouth.  Soon she was fucking Sara’s face real hard.  Sometimes she pushed her well endowed ass down hard on Sara’s nose cutting off all air.  She laughed as Sara struggled to breath, and laughed even harder when her friend’s ministrations caused Sara to shack in the throws of an orgasm.  The one servicing Sara’s pussy then put on a strap on of her own, and soon she was fucking Sara’s pussy for real. With the addition of a vibrator on her clit, Sara came again just about as the one riding her face did too, spurting the results all over Sara’s chin and chest.  The camera men and light people were all laughing as the sticky trio finished and Big announced, “That’s a wrap, get these hoes out of her!”

Rather quickly we were gathered up, wrapped in nothing but a blanket and shuffled out into a limo with several burly guys.  One prepared another shot for each of us, and it must have been some sort of stimulant for soon I was feeling very hot, and from the color of Sara’s face and boobs she was too.  We huddled together in the back of the limo trying to console each other, without admitting both of our pussies were starting to tingle, even though they had already been so overused.

We pulled into the back of a club of some type.  Signs suggested some form of talent show.  Before we knew it each of us had a collar and leash around our necks and were being led down a catwalk in front of about 100 cat-calling patrons.  A sign to one side advertised, “Mouth $10, Cunt $20, Ass $30.”  We blushed as the men started to line up with bills in their hands.  The first guy Sara got looked no more that 15, and all he had was $10,.  She was soon on her knees with him forcibly face fucking her.  It was very short as he was probably not very experienced.  About that time the first guy who wanted my pussy dragged me over to the pool table.  He leaned me back against it as my handler pulled me by the collar and leash, and without more that a feel or two started plowing his black cock deep into my pussy.  After Bubba he was no problem, in fact he was probably disappointed at how Bubba had stretched me.  In any case it was not long, and a few slaps at my tits, and his cum was dripping out of my well used pussy.  Several others followed, most wanting my ass or pussy.  Sara seemed to get several mouth jobs and a couple of pussies before four guys came up, all wanting her ass.  She objected a little so they tied her over a bar stool, ass in the air and pounded her hard!  She screamed as the largest one really smashed into her ass, pulling back as if to turn her inside out.  After that I think she fainted.  After almost 20 apiece we were such a mess I guess no one else wanted us.  Cum was dripping from all openings, and there was cum in my hair, running down my cheeks, and especially caked on my thighs and ass. To be honest, will all the drugs and abuse a lot of the details are fuzzy of that night, and several more to come.

Finally it was over and we were rushed back into the limo.  Somewhere in the distance I though I heard a police siren.  We were taken to a run down house somewhere in the old section of town.  A couple of men helped us clean up in a bathtub, and someone who seemed to have some medical knowledge actually checked us for physical damage.  We were given a sandwich and coke to drink, chained to two beds, then another shot of something and before any time at all we were both unconscious.

I do not know how much time passed.  When we finally came to it was dark again so it must have been a number of hours.  We laid in the dark softly crying to each other until a couple of guys came in.  They took us to the bathroom and cleaned us up somewhat, then the two black girls appeared and began to put makeup on us.  It was too heavy and made us look even more like whores.  Tonight it turns out we were to be street hoes, marketed out of the back of a truck!

Compared to the first night this did not seem as bad.  I was dressed in stockings, garter belt and a skirt which barely covered my ass cheeks.  Sara had on a plaid skirt, white socks and white blouse like a school girl, which I guess fitted her figure.  Our “pads” for the night were two dirty mattresses thrown in the back of a box truck.  Our handlers would drive us around in the back of a pickup with a sign saying, “Hot Girls in Trucks,” and after picking up a couple of johns would drop us at the box truck parked behind the Tropicana.  Sometimes we could hold hands as the two johns plowed our now sore and stretched pussies.  Those that wanted our asses were the worst as those were now very bruised and sore.  By the end of the night we were caked with dried cum again.  After we were cleaned up, fed and drugged for the night the sun was almost coming up.

The next night we were drugged with uppers again, but this time, other than make up, we were left totally naked, wrapped in blankets to go to our nightly assignment.  Big dropped us at the back door of an adult novelty store.  We were shoved into small cubicles with one wall having a large mirror, which was actually a one way window.  Below that at crotch level was a large hole.  Our handlers were kind enough to put foam pads on the floor for us to kneel on, but kept a leash and collar around our neck by which they could pull us up short if we misbehaved.  Very soon the first cock came through the hole for my service.  I sucked on it dutifully, for at least my sore ass was not being pounded anymore.  A few guys wanted to try and fuck my pussy, but that was difficult through the wall, so most were happy to cum in my mouth, or shoot it all over my face.  Some wanted my hands handcuffed behind my back, but most wanted me to use both hands and mouth to get them off.  I must have sucked 40 or 50 cocks that night.  By the end I was caked with dried cum, all over my face, hair, down my boobs, dripping down my stomach, everywhere.  A number of people took pictures I guess to remember me by.  I got the real impression that some of these guys were just tourists assuming they were using a common street hoe. How could they know they were banging a millionaire’s wife?

By the end of the night both Sara and I were exhausted, and by the time we were drugged unconscious it was nearly morning again.  The next night, we realized later, was Friday night.  It started in the evening with us being raised from our drug induced comma and injected with uppers again.  This time we were carefully cleaned, made up, and dressed by the girls in some very nice gowns.  These were color coordinated with strap on high heels.  I was dressed in red, while Sara was in a sort of teal.  Our dresses were sequined and in general looked very high class.  They washed and then fixed our hair nicely until we looked like socialites, which in another life back home we were.  Big took us in his limo to a fancier looking club.  It was still nearly all black, but the men wore suits and the ladies gowns in many cases.  We were shown into back rooms which would have been called dressing rooms.  One of the handlers came in after awhile and gave us both some pills to swallow along with a lot of water.  In no time my pussy began to tingle, my heart was racing, and to put it politely I was horny as hell!  Looking at Sara she felt the same.  We were holding each other tight wondering whether we could do something about this before our “performance”, what ever it was, when Big himself came in wearing a Tuxedo, the two girls in beautiful gowns on each arm.  With our handlers they escorted us out and across a stage, standing us behind two cylindrical objects.

Soon with loud music, I think it was Bob Dylan’s “Lay Lady Lay,” the curtain went up.  In front of us were two large half cylinders with a small metal shaft protruding upward, and a rubber pad on the front with rubber knobs sticking up.  The M.C. held two remote controls.  As he pushed one the first apparatus began to vibrate harder and harder.  The second controlled the other one.  Mr. Big watched with amusement as we contemplated these apparatus.  Then he forced me to turn my back to the audience and lean over.  The girls lifted my gown while the audience laughed hysterically.  Soon I felt a well greased object being forced up my rectum.  It spread and spread, then went in with a plop.  I would learn later it was a red butt plug, color coordinated with my dress.  I was blushing as red as my dress, thinking of all those people watching me being plugged, and knowing by now there must be a dozen cameras.  I was turned around and forced to kneel across the cylinder.  Big produced a large red rubber dildo which he took great delight in showing to the audience and then greasing and sliding up my pussy.  Now I was lowered down onto the instrument with the metal shaft going right up into the butt plug in my ass.  Once secured on my knees it would have been almost impossible to get off, especially after my hands were tied behind my back with red rope, hand to elbow on each side.  Now I was spread, impaled on this device, my tits standing out with nipples already hard..  As Big turned his attention to Sara, who also was slowly adorned with a teal butt plug, ropes, etc, one of the girls applied a thick pasty substance to my pussy.  It began to burn!  I began to wiggle and moan a little even before the instrument came on.  Soon Sara was fidgeting the same way. 

Now their fun began.  They began to pass the remote control devices around the crowd and both vibrating units came to life.  Apparently the name of the game was to excite us as far as possible but not let us cum.  Each person was paying something for a certain amount of time, but we were both oblivious to the details.  Again and again a patron would get us to the point of a screaming orgasm, just to back off the control.  We were alternately screaming in the throws of an impending orgasm then, whining in frustration as it escaped us.  The crowd was having a ball, laughing and laughing at these two rich white bitches in fancy gowns were transformed into sex robots for the amusement of the black patrons.  After well over an hour of this sensuous torture Big took control of both units.  The crowd hushed as he slowly raised the level of both units.  We responded like robots, trying to ride the vibrators as high as we could.  Finally he put them on high as all of the crowd roared and applauded as we both exploded.  I shook and shook, making sounds like a strangled animal, as I came and came and came, unconscious of anything but the pounding vibrations passing through my ass and pussy and through my whole body.  At some point I guess I fainted dead away.

Suddenly in the distance I heard sirens.  Strong hands picked me up forcibly and carried me out the back.  I was dumped in the back of the limo, butt plug still in places, with Sara close on top of me followed by Big and two handlers.  The Limo screeched off leaving rubber.  We no sooner got out of the alley then a police car tore by the other way, slammed on its brakes and began to make a U-turn to chase us.  The driver drove down one alley, up another, lost one cop only to have another pick up the chase.  Finally as we shot op one alley the Limo slowed and Big pushed both Sara and I out the door into a pile of boxes and garbage bags.  We crawled behind them and hid as the Limo raced off with another police car taking up the chase.  We peeked out far enough to see the limo stopping a couple of blocks away, three police cars surrounding it.

As I tried to get up I realized the butt plug was still in place. Sara helped me get mine out and I helped her as well.  Strangely we ultimately kept them, the gowns and shoes as souvenirs.  We realized that we were only about two blocks from our hotel, if we could only get there, but we had no keys or identification.  We stumbled out of the alley, trying to arrange each other so we looked presentable and staggered toward our hotel. 

It took a lot of explaining how we had locked ourselves out.  Finally they sent a security officer up to our room with us, let us in, let us recover our identification and credit cards which we had been smart enough not to take with us, and eventually apologized and left us to collapse.  We collapsed in each others arms, crying, but with our pussies still on fire from the drugs and stimulants.  We realized it was almost Saturday morning and our return flight left at Saturday midnight. 

All Saturday we showered, slept, called room service, and showered again.  We arranged for a late check out so we could delay going to the airport until evening.  In our mail we found notes from Sergio and Blonde (that is Gary).  They thanked us for a wonderful night and invited us to call them again if we were free, leaving their phone numbers and e-mail addresses.  We actually sent them an e-mail thanking them for a great time, not realizing all they had given me.  Finally, we packed and got a cab, still walking a little like cowboys who had been in the saddle too long.  When we finally got home we collapsed in my living room with a bottle of wine.  Sara said, “Well at least what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”  She was so wrong.

The next week we spent recovering from our vacation.  I could not go to a doctor even though my ass still hurt terrible, with flecks of blood now and then, for my husband knew them all.  Eventually my pussy and ass began to return to normal.  That was fortunate since my husband was coming home the next Saturday.  Sara seemed to be doing better too.  By the end of the weeks she was flirting with the pool boy but not with the seriousness she had in the past.

When my husband came home he was ready for sex.  Fortunately I don’t think he noticed any difference, although I know I was better at sucking cock than before, after all practice makes perfect.  He had a good enough time, in fact he commented after that was the best sex we had in some time.  I just told him we had been trying too hard on this baby thing and we needed to relax. 

It was about the end of the next week that my new hell began.  My period was getting late and I had this upset stomach every morning.  I knew what was probably wrong, but what color would it be?  I remembered Bubba pumping about a gallon of cum directly into my cervix and I was sure that the results, in another 8 ½ months would look like Bubba.  I delayed another two and one half weeks before going to the obstetrician.  I told my husband what I suspected and he went with me.  When the doctor confirmed I was pregnant he was so proud, and I was so terrified.  There must have still be some signs of damage to my poor pussy, for he slapped Jim on the back saying, “Now you will have to be a little more gently on her, Jim, since she is in this ‘delicate’ conditions.”  I am sure Jim had no idea what he meant but winked back, saying he would take good care of me. 

It was another month before the other shoe fell, it was twins.  My husband was even more overjoyed, “you were right dear, we were just trying too hard.  Relax and enjoy it.” He proudly proclaimed.  I was petrified for I was sure Bubba would be the father.

The month’s dragged by.  I continuously wanted to tell Jim, but Sara kept telling me what a fool I was.  They might not be black after all.  I looked at the flattened noses on the ultrasound and showed her.  “All babies look like that!” she chided.  “Remember Sergio and Gary had first crack at your crack!” She smacked my ass playfully trying to distract me from my dilemma. . 

The waiting was hell.  The doctor told Jim we could time the expected delivery exactly based on when we had sex, and I just blushed.  “But,” he added, “twins normally come early, so it could be up to a month before.”  I breathed a sigh of relief, then wondered how I would explain these huge black babies, remembering how big Bubba was.  My pussy moistened despite my wishes remembering that gigantic tool.

I went back to teaching that fall, planning to quit at mid-terms.  I don’t know why I did, we did not need the money, but it kept me from thinking of the black babies which were probably growing inside me.  The first few weeks were hell.  It seems there were these pictures and videos circulating on the web that looked a lot like me and Sara.  Some new porn star called Titty Galore looked a lot like me!  And there were also amateur pictures of some whore at a ‘glory hole’ blowing all these guys who the chat rooms said was Titty Galore before she made it big.  How sex graders, I mean six graders, can get hold of such things I have no idea.  I confiscated some stills, presented them to the parents in a conference telling them, “Someone has been maliciously altering these images and if I can find out who I will sue!”  The parents of one boy I caught with them assured me it was not their doing and they had no idea how he got them, although the kid’s father was blushing unable to take his eyes off my boobs, and I was sure he was the original source of the pictures.  Afterwards he quietly asked, “You mean those aren’t really you?”  “Of course not!” I snapped, “How could you get such a ridiculous idea?”  “I-I was just wondering,” he stammered, “I do a little photography and you, that is you are very photogenic.  So if you ever want to, ah model, give me a call.”  I looked at him shocked, “No way Jose!” I responded, but for some reason I kept his card.  He seemed chastened, but the rest of the fall I would hear tittering from students almost every time I walked down the hall.  One evening when we were out with a number of Jim’s colleagues this one older woman sidled up to me.  “Darling, I don’t suppose you have ever seen a little documentary called ‘Sybian Whores’ have you?”  I tried to look shocked as I stammered no, and I did not really understand what she meant.  “Oh it is alright dear, but you look just like the star, especially your beautiful breasts.  Are they really real?  Your husband does such wonderful work it is hard to tell.”  I was almost speechless as the old broad patted my breasts, now swelling even more than usual.

Soon we knew it was a boy and a girl, fraternal twins.  Jim was all smiles as usual.  Sara just held my hand.  When to day finally came, I was terrified.  Sara had agreed to go with me to delivery, but Jim of course insisted he be there too, after all he was a doctor.  Since it was twins they wanted to do a C-section but I refused, not wanting the scar, and in the back of my mind thinking I would have to find another sugar-daddy for a husband after the birth.

The birth itself did not seem that bad, after all a baby’s head was not much bigger than Bubba’s cock.  As the first one, the girl, came out and the nurse brushed away the caky stuff that covers new borns, Jim was beaming, and Sara started jumping up and down.  “It’s a redhead!” she squealed, “Just like her Mother!”  “Thank God for Blonde” was all I could think.  As the boy was delivered my trepidation grew again.  Finally Sara, bless her effervescent heart, squealed, “Oh he looks just like his daddy,” “What the hell does that mean” I wanted to scream, but just looked over at Jim who was still wearing this stupid grin from ear to ear.  I breathed deeply for the first time in months, “Thank God for Sergio,” I sighed to myself.  “What was that?” Jim asked.  “Oh, ah, I just said thank God its over,” I lied as Jim leaned down to give me a big kiss.  “They are both perfect!” he beamed, and Sara gave my hand another squeeze.  When they were both resting on my boobs I realized they did look just like their fathers, both of them.

The last two years things have gone well.  Sara has been engaged and un-engaged twice.  She finally met a colleague of my husbands who she is dating.  I think it is serious this time.  He is a boob man and he has done so many boob jobs he hates huge, fake boobs!  In a weak moment, when I needed a little extra cash to pay off some guy who had been at the glory hole that night, I called the photography guy.  Turns out he is really into tits, and as long as he never showed my face I allowed him a couple of sessions.  As for Jim, he says it is time we thought about another baby.  I guess it is about time for Sara and I to take another vacation.  I wonder if I still have Blonde’s (I mean Gary’s) e-mail address?