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True at the Bellagio

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True at the Bellagio by HIt was just after I pulled my cock out of her aching pussy and just as I dumped my load all over her awaiting upturned ass that I heard it. It was soft, almost plaintive in its tone. I was still delirious from the fantastic orgasm that I thought I was hearing things. After all I had never pumped her so full, so long and so passionately and yet it sounded like she said it. "I want more."On her knees, with her back curved in a deep "u" shape so that her ass is high, very high above the bed, Beth paused, panting. There she was, collecting her wits, her swollen nipples still slowly rubbing ever so lightly against the taut sheet below her. Her full breasts continued to sway and her chest expanded as she caught her breath, her tight stomach seeming to quiver just a little. Through the hazy light of the bedside hotel lamp I could see the satin sheen of the sweat covering her back where I was hunched over like a crooked animal pumping myself into her. Her knees were red and chafed from the pounding and her arms were still outstretched above her head, fists clenched around piles of bedsheets from her third and fourth orgasm of the session."What are you talking about? Are you serious?" I asked. I was thinking of my aching prostate and the liquor. While I know she loved the delicious four and five times-a-day fucking during our Vegas vacation, she still wanted more. At that point we had been awake twenty of the last twenty four hours for the previous three days. We had never been more turned on, more drunken, or more high on life. I was thinking about the checkout that will have to come too damn soon. After all, it was quarter to five. We had been out till two thirty and in bed since then. And I swore I could see the sky getting lighter again.All of this and she wasn't ready to quit. Sure, I had the same, very very hot evening with Lisa and the gang but I was almost ready to pass out any minute. But how could I resist. My soon-to-be wife was acting like a hot bitch, and she was beginning to beg."If you're not going to work that thing in me again, I'm going to have to do it myself" she said. I watched as a stream of the cum I shot onto her hot skin, spilled down, off her ass, down her crack and slowly crept down her tummy toward her belly button. Another slick glob gooed down the channel of her spine while her curved back made it slide like rain off a newly waxed car.My 24 year old fiance' had just finished shaking and screaming like a possessed woman minutes ago and now she wanted me to do her insatiable ass again. "Honey, you're going to have to rely on your own devices for this one" I think I said. Iwas still a little drunk and was saying silly things. Mostly my dick needed a break from the tight confines of her hot and juicy cunny.A few minutes of silence elapsed and I thought she had passed out. I went to the bathroom of our lakeview Bellagio hotel room to wash up and brush my teeth. I was ready to pull out my contacts when something alerted me. I peered out the door and there she was. Still on her hands and knees, high heels still on from before, the leather halter crumpled on the pillow and her tight shiny black hip huggers strewn along the floor. I didn't notice her tiny red thong panties had hooked themselves onto the spike of her high heels during our lovemaking. What I had heard from the bathroom was her giggling moan. A bubbling up of ecstasy. In this position, her right hand was snaked between her thighs and she was working her trim little box.Her petite and athletic body looked so tight and good that I almost regained myself. Almost. I knew that I was pretty much done until I got some sleep in me. Her fingers were slowly caressing her self. Her face was buried in the pillow. For a moment I wondered if she could breath until I heard the moan again. Her blond hair draped her face and she'd briefly come up for air. I stood there mesmerized. She was working the gobs of my spurt around and around her swollen clit, mixing our juices without me. She began to work herself more and more vigorously. I was awakening more and had to get closer.I moved to sit on the chair next to the bed. I knew from experience that I didn't want to stop her, it was my turn to watch. She was mumbling and I caught snippets of what she was saying. She seemed to have been having an imaginary conversation with one of the other girls we met out clubbing tonight. The hot one with the tight, tight pants and the backless top named Lisa. She and Beth danced together and I could tell my totally heterosexual girlfriend was turned on by the experience. When they danced, Lisa slid her long thin leg between Beths to press their crotches together. Their gliding hands barely touched each other as they ground to the music. Lisa barely slid her hands over Beth's tight ass, and Beth's fingers barely fingered the nipples under Lisa's silky top. When I brought Beth the drink, she took a gulp and fished some ice from the glass. Tilting her head back she dabbed the cube on her long neck and popped it into her mouth.. In one all-too-quick swoop, Lisa moved in, grabbed Beth's ass and licked the melted ice trail from Beth's cleavage up her neck and to her ear. Before I could process what was going on, Beth opened her mouth and asked Lisa a question. "If you want some ice, we'll have to share," she said. Beth's mouth was open and the cube was on her tongue, beckoning. I wish I had a camera to record the what happened next. As the cube was perched on Beth's tongue, Lisa slowly moved in and kissed my girlfriend. My girlfriend! Beth responded by wrapping her arms around Lisa, and while caressing Lisa's bare back, proceeded to french this strange woman. My girlfriend's tongue was fucking this stranger's mouth in front of a hundred horny onlookers. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I realized that they were now the show, the spectacle. by the time I snapped out of my surrealistic daze, I was watching my conservative girlfriend madly pressing her pussy against a strangers hand. When the song ended minutes later, they broke off and disappeared. Beth returned soon after and told me that she was too hot to stay and that she had to get back to the hotel. Now, as she masturbated in front of me, she was re-living the experience with Lisa from hours before. She bobbed her cute face up again from the pillow and I noticed that the pillow was wet. Her lips were parted and her tongue slightly extended. Was she frenching the soft downy pillow? She was in a frenzy then, bucking her hips, working two fingers deeply inside her sopping cunt. Her other hand was positioned so she could gingerly sliding a well lubricated finger into her ass. I could barely make out the hazy and surreal reflection of the hotel's lamp on her long smoothly-shaven thighs. It was a soft glow that lit up her sweating body with a warm sensual color. It was in this light that I approached her with my rigid cock in hand. With both hands fucking her, she had nothing to support her. Instead she stayed crouched on her knees and left her torso on the bed. From her heaving tits to her swollen lips were pressed into the sheets, moaning.Her puffy lips were still swollen from her animalistic kissing. Her lipstick was worn away from all but the edges, leaving a bright red line as her lip liner. The pillow was smudged with her wanton passion and I wondered if the "credit card for incidentals" at check-in covered passion-soaked linens. As she worked her fingers deeply, I stroked my cock watching her. She would change her pace to press her palm into her clit while her fingers squirmed inside. Her mound was almost completely shaven. It was bare except at the very top where a closely-cropped wispy tuft of perfunctory hair perched. The cum I had given her was now sliding further down her legs to her knees. There was so much cum on her that she looked like seven guys had fucked their juice all over her ass.Thinking about the evening, about Lisa, about this wanton tramp in front of me made me ready to burst. I was so close to cumming and I knew she was ready to her last orgasm of the night. I stood up and put the tip of my cock up close to her lips. She quickly strectched to take my head in her mouth as her hands continued to work both her holes. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth. Then she adjusted herself on the bed to get a better angle and take my cock near the edge of the bed. With her throat elongated at this angle, I knew what she wanted. She pulled her mouth off my wet dick and asked me to fuck her mouth while she came. We both knew it would be soon. Before she gave up her mouth to my fucking, she tenderly kissed my cock head and coated it again with her saliva. Then she asked me something striking. She said, "If I was able to get in touch with that Lisa girl again, would you mind if she and I got together? I want you to fuck my mouth, thinking about me being worked by Lisa's pretty mouth." I soon had my stiff rod sliding fully down her throat. Beth began tensing her whole body and shivering like she was on the brink of cumming. I pulled my swollen cock from deep in her throat and as I felt the hot sticky cum begin to spurt from my rigid member, she lay out her wide flat tongue to catch every drop of my seed. I was so hot that I fucked the juice deep in her mouth, across her cheeks and all over her lips. Her body tensed and she came over and over with her fingers deep inside her pussy. We lay there, spent, for almost an hour. Later that morning she asked me to check her handbag for her sunglasses. In it I found a scrap of paper with Lisa's name and number.