A literotic sexstories: Vickie goes to Vegas by vickie2 ,
“Ahhhh, you fucking perv!” Mark said half joking and half laughing, “We have company!”
He straightened himself up a little, put his feet down then adjusted his briefs and cordially stood up straight but he couldn’t really hide his erection. He just smiled politely and extended his hand to Tony.
“Frank,” he said, “but my friends call me Boo.”
“Evening Boo, I’m Tony and this is my girlfriend, Joanne but everyone calls her Joey.” He replied.
I was listening but not really. The TV was still streaming some amateur porn flick with a blonde bimbo gagging on an oversized black dick. I was doing my best to ignore it but I really would have preferred that someone had turned it off, or turned it down at least.
“Have a seat Joey!” said Boo. “What’s you poison?”
Boo put and arm on Tony shoulder like they were old friends and escorted him to the bar where they were chatting it up a bit and fixing some drinks, like Foster Brooks needed another drink! I sat dead center on the sofa and crossed my legs and tugged a little at the spaghetti straps on my evening dress, pulling them up a bit in an attempt to reduce the amount of cleavage that I was showing. The dress was just too low for my liking or maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing a bra that made me a little more self-conscious, but Tony picked it for me. He dressed me up like a high end hooker. I looked down the end of my nose to see if my nipples were poking out and yes indeed, they were erect; at full attention. There wasn’t much I could do about that now, too little too late as they say. I tried to ignore then moaning in the background from the movie and take in the décor of the suit but it wasn’t working. I caught myself glancing at the TV out of the corner of my eye and then over at the men. They were more interested in me than in the movie. Mark and Tim quickly took up guard on either side of me by the time that Boo came back with our drinks.
“I don’t think that Tony is doing too good.” Says Boo with a grin as he placed my gin and ginger on the coffee table in front of me. “He’s in the bathroom with his head in the toilet.”
“Oh geez, I better see if I can help.” I said dutifully.
“Nah, he’ll be fine.” Said Mark as he caught me by the forearm and eased me back into place. “Give him a few minutes. Sit back and enjoy your drink.”
Boo pulled an armchair up to the couch then fell back into it, putting one foot on the coffee table and tossing the other foot over the armrest with his legs wide open then gave me a wink. Tim sat next to me and never added much to the chatter. He just laughed and nodded a lot. He kind of reminded me of Dopy from Snow White. He seemed harmless enough and it put me at ease to have him between me and Boo. Mark scooped up my drink from the coffee table and shoved it in my hand. Sure enough, the gin sloshed up and over the sides of the overfilled rocks glass then into my lap. I winced a little as the ice cold liquid seeped through my evening dress and trickled down between my thighs.
“Oh dear!” I exclaimed as I lifted the glass upward and outward.
“I’m so sorry!” said Mark as started pawing at the wet spot in my lap.
“Ahhh, you fucking cults!” Boo said half grinning and half laughing. “Get a bar towel Tim!”
Tim jumped up and banged his shin of the coffee table as he tried to huddle Boo’s leg.
Boo raised his voice, “Damn Tim! Relax! What a classy bunch you are!”
Odd commentary coming from a guys sitting in his briefs, I thought to myself.
I was looking down and flicking the excess gin off of my dress before it leaked through any more and hadn’t notice that Boo had plunked his half naked ass down right next to me. Tim handed him the towel. He didn’t ball it up to make it more absorbent and sponge like, the way a normal person would. He just kind of draped it over his hand and started rubbing my thigh. It was like, part blotting, part massaging and part caressing, all the way from my knee to my crotch. Before I knew it, he had hiked up my dress and was wiping the inside of my thighs.
“You’re still a bit wet.” He said.
His brow dropped, he had the devil in his eyes and he had that Cheshire Grin on his face; like the Grinch that Stole Christmas. I was frozen there for a second like I’d just poked a fork into a light socket. My knees apart and my dress now hiked like a micro skirt.
I sat with my mouth open, then swallowed hard and said, “Ohhh, that’s fine. No worries!” as I set my gin down on the table.
“I hope we didn’t ruin that dress.” Boo said as he eyed my breasts then tossed the towel on the coffee table. He curled his index finger under the spaghetti strap and ran the back of his hand the length of it; from the nap of my neck, down my chest to my armpit and then the outside of my breast. His index finger poked in as far as it could, ran over the top of my breast and brushed my nipple. He lifted the bustline with his thumb and snuck the rest of his hand in. He gently massaged my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slid his hand under my breast then ran his up and over my pink, hard nipple. I could feel each finger as they ran over it; index, middle, ring, pinky then back again; pinky, ring, middle and index. He continued the sequence; one, two, three, four.
“You have such a hot body.” Boo continued as he stared me in the eyes trying to judge my reaction. “Your nipples are hard.”
I tried to nudge his hand away a little with my arm. I hadn’t really notice that Tim had made his way around behind me and was gently pulling my hair back into a pony tail. As he lifted my hair, he tugged at he loose end of the bow at the back of my dress and undid it. I could feel the material under my breasts loosen as the straps dropped down. I reached up quickly to catch the bustline of my dress before my breasts were fully exposed. Mark was massaging my knee moving his hand up my inner thigh, up my skirt and moving toward home toward my crotch. So there I was, tangled up between these three guys and octopus arms grabbing everywhere.
“Okay, okay…. down boy!” I said as I tried to get up to straighten my self up a bit.
Mark had slid his hand right between my legs, leaned forward and started kissing me on the shoulder. Boo let go of my breast then eased himself back against the armrest of the sofa. He put one foot up on the cushion and slid it in behind my ass. He spread his legs wide open and started stroking himself.
“Oh come on Joey!” he said as started rubbing his raging hardon through his drawers. “You can’t be so cruel that you’d leave us like this!”
I had my arms crossed on my chest, holding up my dress, tying to conceal my breasts. Tim reached down, grabbed my wrists and unfolded my arms. My dress slid down on one side exposing a full breast.
“Oh damn! That’s just too sweet!” exclaimed Boo as he put his hand down his shorts and was tugging at his cock.
“Wait a second guys!” I said as I twisted my way out of Tim’s grip, grabbed Marks thumb to pull his hand out from under my dress and started stuffing my boob back into place.
I’ll admit it! I was a little aroused. Okay, I was a lot aroused but I’d never been slutty enough to bang three strangers. I had some kinky nights when I was alone that I’d masturbate with some pretty kinky thoughts rolling around in my head but that was it. I had no direct experience with a practical application of the concept. I was just kind of wingin’ it at the moment, trying to reason my way though it.
What would it matter? I thought to myself. I don’t know these guys. I’ll never see them again! Tony is passed out in the bathroom. I can’t go anywhere! No one will ever know except me.
It’s surprising how a glass or two of Gin can make you rationalize, irrational thoughts. I slide my way back onto the couch.
“Okay. You can watch the porn and I’ll give you a hand job.” I said to Boo.
Don’t ask me what I was thinking. Somehow I saw it working out a little differently in my head. A couple of hand jobs. That would be easy enough.
“Sweet!” said Boo as he put his thumbs In his waist band and pulled his shorts down. His cock wagged back and forth like a dogs tail when it popped out, “You go girl, I’m ready.”
He reach up, scooping the back of my neck and pulled me closer. Leaning on my elbow, I gently curled my hand around the head of his cock and pull down the foreskin to expose the tip of his penis. He grabbed my wrist and pushed it down hard against the shaft of his cock and started humping my hand. He got me in something of a headlock and pulled my head against his stomach. He pawed the strap off of my shoulder and put his hand down my dress. He grabbed a hand full of breast, he found my nipple and tugged at it like he was milking a cow. I kissed his belly and continued to stroke his cock rhythmically. Mark was on his knees in front of the sofa. He grabbed one of my ankles and lifted my foot up onto the sofa and spread my legs. He pushed my dress up to my waist. He was kissing my inner thigh and rubbing my pussy through my panties. I could feel the cool air against my wet crotch. He worked one finger under, then a thumb and then a full hand. His thumb rubbed my upper pubic bone as he searched for my clit. I moved my hips forward and upward against his hand. He found the center of the wet spot then moved his thumb and found my clit. He circled his thumb around it, gently, in a counter clockwise motion.
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