Charlotte Madison

Charlotte Madison

By OdieK

Author note: All characters are fictional and all characters are over the age of 18. This is the last of the vault stories for awhile as I work to get Part 17 of the New Neighbour finished and then onto Vacation Interrupted.

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My name is Charlotte Madison. I'm in my early thirties, naturally blonde (you have to say that these days with so many blonde fakes out there), crystal blue eyes (again not enhanced or faked with tinted contact lenses), under five foot six and very very shapely to use my husband Jim's words - actually Jim once he's had a drink or two becomes much more detailed about my physical attributes which can be charming but borders on crossing the line particularly when he shares his views with complete strangers.

Anyway I don't really need Jim to tell me how good I look (although I admit it is nice to hear) because I have looked at myself in the mirror often enough over the years wondering why I manage to send men of all ages into senseless fools when they look my way. Jim says it's my full rounded breasts which are quite spectacular to quote a line from the Seinfeld show.

Call it genetics! Every woman on my mom's side was full chested and full bodied. My dad used to joke about it at family get-togethers saying you didn't know where to look there were so many gorgeous real women to use his words. But honestly I believe that my behind is probably one of my best hidden features. Jim can't keep his hands off it and that's saying something after five years of marriage.

There are downsides to being attractive to the opposite sex though. A good female friend of mine, Marianne, once told me that when men consider you too hot they tend to be a little overanxious and fail to live up to certain expectations. Marianne calls it "failing to perform". I never liked that expression though because it makes it sound like a circus act but I always appreciated her views since she knows firsthand. Marianne is what Jim would call an eyeful and extremely popular with the men who she can't seem to get enough of.

I have never told anyone this and felt it necessary to write down an experience that recently happened to me. I'm still not sure how I feel and I think that if I actually explain it all then maybe I can come to grips with what happened. Before I do I have to give you a little background first so please be patient with me for a page or two.

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Let's start with Marianne's idea that men don't seem able to live up to certain standards with women who are above average. I was the ripe old age of twenty-three when I first lost my virginity in an unpleasant experience. I remember that Jeff Matthews (a fellow college student) had been asking me out for months even though I had been dating another guy (David) on and off. David and I had become good friends and he had wanted to take it to the next level but I knew that he wasn't for me at least in that way although I never told him that. We did some pretty heavy kissing and I did let him investigate the size and shape of my breasts over my clothes but never under and I guess it was not surprising that he thought it would go further. Anyway one evening while sitting around his dorm room he just about launched himself at me after a few too many drinks. I yelled and screamed at him and even managed to redden his face with two accurate and hard slaps to his face that stung the palms of my hands. I raced out of there as fast as I could. I never spoke to him again; never answered his endless voice mail, e-mail and text messages. As far as I was concerned it was over! He had crossed a line and there was no going back. I vowed never to again put myself in a situation with a man I couldn't trust.

Well word somehow spread about David and me and that's when Jeff Matthews went into high gear. He was pestering me to the point that I was ready to clobber him but he was cute, had this really sexy smile that he turned my way once in a while and had a real sexy butt. Honestly I'm not sure he realized the effect it had on me but eventually I gave in and agreed to a date.

Well one date developed into another and another and soon we were going steady nearing the magical one month anniversary. We had kissed pretty heavily and the occasional close hug made it clear that he wanted more. One night at his apartment (Jeff lived off campus) I let it go further. He felt my breasts for the first time and his breathing accelerated to the point I thought he was having a heart attack. I had had a couple of glasses of wine that always does a number on me; it was raining out with the loud clap of lightning filling the sky and I just leaned back on the couch with Jeff atop me kissing me as passionately as I have ever been kissed. I even enjoyed the feel of his hands on my breasts so that when his hands slipped under my t-shirt around back I didn't even think of stopping him in fact I wasn't thinking much at all. It did surprise me when my bra loosened so quickly. He was fast. I had never let that happen before. He leaned back off me and we were both breathing pretty heavily when he gripped the base of his t-shirt in a cross-handed grip and the next thing I knew he was bare chested. That's when he turned that smile on me. I melted as he helped me out of my shirt. The bra he threw on the floor. He inhaled loudly adding a little whistle as my breasts were revealed. I could feel his throbbing against my pant leg. His hands grasped each side of my breasts and pushed them gently together. Lowering his head he licked each hardening tip before moving his head up and kissing me passionately again but he never released my breasts and instead rolled my nipples which sent a warmth throughout me punctuated by a growing wetness between my legs. He pulled away and dropped his head again this time sucking at each breast more aggressively but I was too far gone to stop him what with the wine, the rain, the smile... you get the idea.

Every minute or so he would alternate between my heaving breasts and my mouth. My hips began to roll back and forth as if of their own accord. I'm not even sure I realized it at first but Jeff did. He ground his hips against me following my every move. His hands moved under me gripping my firm ass then moving down to under my knees. I got the message and wrapped my legs around him as his mouth brought me to the point of no return. Now I knew firsthand what the words "dry humping" meant. It was exhilarating! I would have been happy to leave it right there but Jeff would not be stopped. He quickly undid the clasp of my jeans and drew them down and off my feet. My panties had been dragged along and hung lopsided at my knees. I didn't think about it until later but my legs were still spread wide and he was obviously getting a full unadulterated view. He stared at me in a way that resembled the way men generally looked at me but with much more intensity. Before I could think on it he pulled off the rest of his clothes and literally tore my panties to shreds as if they were made of paper. Before I knew it he had picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I could feel his hardness bouncing against my bottom. He threw me on my back on his king size bed and landed on top of me. He reached down and grabbed his erection guiding it to me like a pro. I could feel the spongy hardness press into me then slip past my swollen labia and folds sliding in until he met resistance. The wolfish smile he gave scared me enough to push against his chest to try and get him off but it was way too late. He began to pull away but then thrust brutally forward tearing away the virginity I had protected for so long. He slammed in to me as hard as he could grunting while pounding me hard. I thought the bed would break as he fucked me viciously without emotion just pure lust. I cried and cried from the pain of it all. I don't remember how long it lasted but thankfully it wasn't long. I did remember the end though when he shuddered and groaned as spurt after spurt shot into my depths. In a way it was actually comforting as it seemed to dull the raw pain like medication on a cut. In record time he collapsed on top of me. In minutes he was making noise that I first didn't realize was snoring. I disgustedly pushed him off me. He rolled onto his back and without losing a beat the snoring continued. I quickly dressed and got the hell out of there. I never spoke to him again.

Well that was my first experience. I stayed clear of men for almost three years after that. After graduating I took a job in New York in advertising. There were a lot of really nice people there and one guy Chad Barlow had been asking me out on occasion but not pushy like. I finally relented and agreed to a date that went really well.

Chad was a real cute guy and wasn't pushy at all in fact after almost six months and constant prodding for "dirt" from women friends I made the first move. The kissing moved to petting and a little more and Chad was struggling. The first time he saw me naked from the waist up he excused himself. I think that he had actually come in his pants. His non-aggressive side allowed me to operate at my own pace which was just fine.

On our nine-month anniversary I recall us exploring each other lying naked on the bed just holding each other. It was intoxicating but not enough for me at least. I had discovered artificial means of pleasing myself and contrasted this with stories from girlfriends about how you couldn't beat the real thing. The time was right and I had to find out for myself.

The first time I reached down took hold of him and guided Chad into me. Chad gasped and gritted his teeth as he slid in but then he lost it and came before he was even halfway in. We tried again and again and I consoled him but it was no use. He could never last more than a stroke or two and I was just too inexperienced myself to know what to do. He told me that when he saw me naked he lost all control. So one day I tried something new. We stood fully dressed in his apartment - well almost fully dressed - I had a skirt on and no panties. I unzipped him and pulled his erection free. His breathing seemed stable as I held him and kissed him. I moved closer and spreading my legs led him into me. When he realized what was going on the game was over. He lasted three strokes and let loose again. We broke up the following week and I quit my job the week after that and moved to Jersey. That's when I met my future husband Jim.

Through it all I realized that when I had some control (as I had with Chad) I was game to being a little more adventurous daring but when the man was aggressive I retreated like a turtle into its shell.

Anyway Jim and I hit it off right from the start. He was smart, handsome, funny and had been around the block a time or two. We were celebrating our two months together eating at a great restaurant when we both looked up from our meals at each other. Our eyes met in that all knowing look. There had been no sex to that point only heavy kissing and a little petting. I think we both wanted to take it slow and not jeopardize a good thing. Anyway we left our meals unfinished, laid down some cash and a healthy tip and raced out. We found ourselves in my apartment ripping at each others' clothes like in the movies. He even pinned me up against the wall as penetrated me. I came on the spot as I encircled his hips with my legs - my first orgasm with a man. He held me up by my ass, kissed me deeply and screwed me nice and slow then urgent and hurried then slow again. I must have come a few times or just one long slow unending orgasm. It was the best sex I had ever had which is probably not saying too much considering my earlier experiences. We were married ten days later and were still together blissfully enjoying each other until that one fateful day.

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Before I tell you all about it I'll just add that sex with Jim wasn't always great or even good. We never achieved the height of that first night. Jim once told me that my body sent uncontrollable urges through him making it very difficult to maintain any control. When I drew his attention to our first night he said that it had been dark and the fact that he hadn't seen me naked only felt me saved the day. Oddly the only good sex we seemed to have was either in the dark or when I was either on top controlling things though apparently my bouncing breasts were a little too much for him causing him to shut his eyes to avoid prematurely losing it. It made me feel sad that my body seemed to make men lose all sense of control at least that's what I had experienced so far. They couldn't even gaze upon me apparently without losing it. I figured that being shapely and good looking were really a curse instead of a good thing... at least until that eventful day.

Well you've been patient enough. Here's my story...

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Jim had come home from work one day with a huge smile, a bouquet of flowers and an announcement. He had arranged a 10-day trip to Las Vegas. We would travel first class, catch a half dozen great shows, enjoy some great food and just get away from it all. We had both been working awfully hard and hadn't had a vacation in two years. I remember throwing myself at him my legs encircling his hips. Eight and a half minutes later we lay side by side naked in bed panting a bit.

"That was great!" he had said.

I just reached over and kissed him, "there's a lot more where that came from," I had volunteered to which he stroked my right breast which tickled me. He got up and headed for the shower asking me along the way if I wanted to join him but I just told him that I had things to do. He shrugged and headed in by himself. He closed the door and the shower began to run. I knew he was in when he began to whistle - Jim always whistled in the shower even when he was drying off.

I lay on the bed my hands behind my head feeling Jim trickle from between my legs. I reached down to see how bad it was and whether I needed to stem the flow when I misjudged and my thumb nail struck my clitoris which had started to become engorged when Jim lost control. That electric sensation seemed to burrow into me and harden my nipples. I was a master at faking it and Jim's smile and happy whistle were a testament to my acting skills. I hated to deceive him but I had resolved myself to the fact that it was a rare occasion when a man could please me. Anyway I propped myself up on my elbows thought about it for second and reached into the depths of my night table. I withdrew my battery-operated friend and put him to work. I was moaning and thrashing about in mere minutes with Jim's whistling in the background as my body exploded onto the little plastic guy bathing him again in my sensual secret juices. I reluctantly withdrew him from between my legs and held him up before my eyes. He continued to vibrate in my hands. I kissed the plastic tip then rolled my lips along part of him before letting him tease the hard tips of my nipples. I was about to plunge him back home when the squeaky shower taps signalled that Jim was done.

"Sorry little fella," I said with a throaty giggle as I returned him to his secret hiding place promising myself to take him out for some alone time the first chance I got.

Anyway it seemed like no time at all at we found ourselves enjoying the Vegas splendour in one of the finest strip casinos. On the fourth day when we emerged from our room around mid-morning planning on enjoying a buffet breakfast that we came across the odd trio that was just moving into the adjoining room. One of the biggest men I had ever seen was pushing a wheelchair with an aged and decrepit looking gentleman with a blanket held with gnarled hands to mid-chest level.

A second man the equal in size to the first was struggling with the electronic key card which had caused us similar issues. With a smile I moved in, "let me," I offered reaching for the key card. The second giant of a man handed it to me shrugging. I wiped the electronic strip on my rose-coloured shorts and inserted it slowly but pulled it out fast. A beeping noise followed by a tiny green flashing light and electronic latch opening allowed them to enter. I handed back the key card. The two large men I thought were twins. They smiled and bowed saying a word I didn't understand that I thought sounded like "doctor" or "dokaw". I smiled back and moved down the corridor towards the elevators with Jim at my side.

"Strange group!" Jim said as we neared the bank of elevators.

"I guess Vegas attracts all kinds from all over the world," I offered.

"I think you gave the old guy a real thrill."

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"Well when you bent down to put the card in the old man was staring at your ass in a real big way. "

"Ah that's sweet," I replied feeling a bit disgusted given his age.

I hadn't yet learned a valuable fact of life about men - that no matter how old they got the sexual allure towards women never disappeared -- it was almost instinctual. The expression "dirty old men" is not just happenstance as I was soon to discover.

As we waited for the elevators Jim put his arm around my waist pulled me close and whispered into my ear, "Sorry about last night I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."

I smiled leaned away from him before kissing him quickly as the elevator doors opened. I was beginning to miss my little plastic nightstand friend and that began to worry me a little. I was thinking of sex frequently as we wandered from casino to casino along the strip. The looks sent my way from both men and women were much more intense than I was used to but I guess Vegas had an effect on people's libidos and inhibitions - the "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" motto taken literally.

A few men had approached me while I was playing the slot machines and were not shy. I recalled one very attractive man about my age who tickled my spine with his finger before whispering in my ear what he would like to do to me. At first I had thought it was Jim until a hand cupped the side of me breast. Knowing Jim would never do that in public I spun around to face the miscreant prepared to lash out only to be shocked by an extremely handsome face. I hesitated just long enough for him to capture my left hand raise it to his lips and kiss the back of it before brushing it against a sizable bulge in his pants. It happened so fast I didn't have time to react. I was totally shocked.

"Come with me," he whispered, "we will pleasure each other," he said in what sounded like a french accent.

I gulped and pulled my hand away as Jim came into sight. I waved to him and he headed in my direction. Taking his cue the suitor looked me up and down with haunting promise as he moved away. I watched him turn and casually search out another female. My mouth dropped at the most enticing ass I had ever seen. He glanced back over his shoulder catching my appreciative appraisal and wiggled his hips temptingly adding a slight mischievous pout.

"Hey sweetheart," Jim said, "are you okay," he added with a hint of concern.

"What... what... oh yes... I... I just had a little too much to drink I guess. Why?"

Jim laughed, "you look as if you've just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar," he said smiling.

Rising to my feet after pressing the payout button and wanting to change the subject I nervously grabbed at Jim's arm, "I think I've had enough casino for now let's go out for a stroll along the strip."

We ventured to the opposite end of the strip and worked our way back up arriving at the casino around 7:00pm or so. I had had it and just wanted to lay down and relax but Jim was on a winning streak and reluctant to disrupt it. I told him to go on his own and that I would catch up with him later. He told me that he would stay in our casino. We didn't have cell phones or anything so it was a matter of me finding him or vice versa. I gave him a kiss at the elevators and headed up as he disappeared into the heart of the slot machines and tables.

When I finally reached the room I wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and sleep and was just about to do that when I heard a pounding and an odd, muffled noise that seemed to come from the next room over - the one with the old man. I knew the place was sound-proofed (a fact that only applied to a handful of casinos). I didn't realize that my next-door neighbours had carefully chosen this very casino because of that fact.

Anyway I walked slowly to the adjoining double locked doors and put my ear to it. The noise was definitely coming from there but I still couldn't make it out. I wondered if the old man was in need of help - perhaps the other two men had left him alone and he had fallen. I unlocked the door and swung it open to get a better idea only to realize that the other door was already wide open. One of the two giants smiled at me and before I could say a word he had grabbed my arm and pulled me unceremoniously into the room. The other giant raced into my room. I heard him unlocking the main door and unhooking the chain lock. I panicked! The only reason they would do that would be to give someone the impression that I had voluntarily left the room. I tried to scream but the man who held me covered most of my face with a face-sized palm. I heard the adjoining door on my room side close and the latch engage. Seconds later the second man exited my room and came in through the main door of the adjoining room where he closed and locked their adjoining door.

For a moment I realized that I was truly screwed and wondered if that's what they had in store for me. Then all of a sudden the man holding me let me go. My eyes searched theirs. They appeared awfully calm and I wondered if this wasn't some kind of joke until I saw a predatory look on the old man. In panic I raced for the front door but the second man moved in front of me. There was no way to get around him he was that large. I raced back to the adjoining door unlocked and threw it open only to be barred by the second door which I could not open. I screamed as loud as I could, expecting to be grabbed any second, but the men just let me yell and yell until I felt a need to cough. The old man said something in a strange language to the other two that made them all laugh. I then realized that the soundproofing must be much better than I thought.

"No one is coming are they?" I asked with a tremor in my voice. They just stared not understanding.

"What do you want with me?" I asked trying to hold back the panic.

Again no reply just looks that made me feel if I was standing there stark-naked.

The old man motioned for me to come closer but I wasn't going anywhere. I shook my head - that, they understood. The two giants approached and easily overwhelmed me. I felt like a child in their hands as they lifted me to him. They bent my knees and placed them in between the sides of the wheelchair and his bony thighs pushing my hips down until I was sitting firmly on his lap. I tried to struggle but one held me in place while the other moved behind the wheelchair and pulled both my arms inserting them into two loops one on either side which were attached to the chair and were two cloth strips held together by Velcro. The loops circled the biceps of each arm preventing me from moving much. Holding my hands I felt something cold against my wrists as he clicked something into place. I couldn't see what he had done but a cold feeling settled in as I thought that he had just handcuffed me. The second man reached under the chair and laced to similar cloth strips through slats in the leather pulling them through and attaching them to my legs just below the knees. I could raise up on my knees but could not escape the chair - I was helpless. The custom-made wheelchair made me realize that I probably wasn't the first one to test it out.

I looked down at the wrinkly face into the grey filmy eyes of the old man. He was smiling broadly, like a Cheshire cat I thought. His hands began to move as he felt my body beginning with my hips and waist settling alongside my full breasts. He pushed the globes together staring intently at them then at me. I began to scream again but all they did was laugh. They let me scream all I wanted until my throat grew dry and I began to cough again. The old man never let go of my breasts. Once I was yelled out, he slid his hands to the front of my chest. I could feel the pressure getting closer and closer to my still hidden nipples and began to twist away from him which was absolutely futile. Again he simply held me enjoying my struggles as if he had all the time in the world. When I stopped, perspiration beading my forehead, he moved his hands again holding onto the front of my breasts. He made a strange noise as he felt my nipples harden. I wasn't excited it was just the touch in fact any touch or cool air or almost anything would harden the tips but I imagine he thought it was all him. Suddenly I thought he was pulling his hands away when he lightly rubbed his palms across where the nipples had revealed themselves. The tips just grew harder and harder until the first sensation I knew all too well began to surface.

"No you don't," I thought as I struggled again managing to swing my breasts temporarily free of his hands. The two giants said something to him and they all laughed but the old man's face had hardened a bit causing an abrupt end to the laughter. It was clear who was in charge.

This time he didn't wait for me to stop but deftly managed to time my upper body movements with a pincer-like hand that seized my left nipple. Jolts of pain shot through my chest as my eyes almost popped out of my head. He was squeezing and twisting the nipple as hard as he could and I began to scream in earnest begging him to let go. His expression made it obvious that he was enjoying this but thankfully I hadn't yet felt any bulge. He shouted something at me that I took for something like, "are you going to stop fighting," and I nodded tears streaming from my eyes. The pressure immediately lifted and I felt that I could breathe again not realizing I had held my breath.

His eyes drifted back to my breasts and he again began to feel them in earnest, lifting, pushing, massaging and of course pulling lightly at the hardened tips although he was gentle with the one he had squeezed which still throbbed painfully. He pushed at my breasts easing me away from him until I sat upright on him as far as I could given that my arms were stretched out and tied behind the chair - his hips dangerously aligned with mine although the layers of clothing and his advanced age made me feel a little better. I nervously wondered how far this could go and in my position realized I still hadn't felt any throbbing or hardness from him telling me that he must be physically incapable of intercourse. I breathed a sigh of relief but the look he gave me made me believe he could read my thoughts and a sinister smile appeared.

"He's just trying to psyche me out that's all," I thought, "this is probably all they had in mind and they will give me a pile of money to pretend it never happened - at least that's what I kept telling myself. "

I sat perfectly still looking down on him just waiting. One of the giants moved behind the wheelchair and freed my hands and arms. The old man then reached out to either side of my breasts and pushed them together. I wanted to hit him now that my arms were free but they were still too numb from being stretched.

A thin line of drool trickled from his mouth. He let go suddenly looked at me and nodded. I didn't understand until he repeated the move.

"You want me to do that to myself?" I asked unaware of just how stupid the question was since none of them seemed to speak English. I made a gesture alongside my breasts to see if that's what he wanted and he nodded excitedly.

"NO! NO FUCKING WAY! " I yelled. A serious look surfaced and he nodded to the two men. Suddenly I was pushed forward hard and my hips grabbed and pulled back and upwards. Angry screams from the two giants made it clear I was not to move. I waited and heard a swishing sound from behind and both sides of me. I turned enough to see one of the giants pulling his belt free of his pants. I assumed the other had just done the same. Then hands grabbed at the waistband of my summer shorts and panties yanking them down so that the greater part of my buttocks was free. Thankfully they were not pulled down far enough to see everything. Appreciative comments or what I thought were appreciative were exchanged. I was completely caught off guard when two folded belts whistled through the air landing on each ass cheek one after another - first the left then the right on and on it went for what seemed like hours but could not have been more than a minute. I was shrieking with each whack wondering whether I would be scarred for life when it abruptly ended. My ass was on fire when the old man pushed me back up as far as the restraints would allow.

The look he gave me can only be described as "Well... "

I was tempted to spit in his face but reluctant for another ass whipping. I gave in and moved my hands up to the sides of my breasts and pushed them together. The first real smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. Thinking back it must have been the ability to get me to do what he wanted. Some people are real control freaks. Anyway he then made more gestures making it clear that I was to handle myself the way he had handled me. Sighing and taking a deep breath, I hesitated long enough for a hand to press into my back letting me know that an ass whooping was close at hand.

I immediately began to play with my breasts. He held up one hand to the giants and the hand on my back lifted. The way he directed my hands almost felt like I was his puppet. He wanted me to do it all including rolling and pulling at my nipples. The sensations were beginning to build and I think he saw that in my eyes and the way my breathing might have subtly changed but whatever it was there was no denying that he was enjoying himself at my expense. A part of me told me to close my eyes but I knew that would only make matters worse so I ignored the little voice. His smile was beginning to annoy and scare me as if he knew something I didn't - I never liked that, it made me anxious and extremely nervous.

I caught him staring pretty intently at my breasts and looking down realized how indented the t-shirt had become even through my bra my nipples could make quite an impression. His hands moved to me again but his gesture made it clear I was to continue. My breasts were getting quite a workout now with four hands paying them attention. I couldn't help it but I moaned as his fingers stroked me and I felt for the first time my body preparing itself for more as I lubed up. My eyes pleaded with him to stop and shockingly he let go of me and stared into my eyes. His face was quite red and his breathing a little erratic. I searched his eyes for sympathy and saw nothing other than pure lust. I had avoided men who looked at me that way all my life in the past but this time I was at the mercy of such a man. The only thing going for me was that he was physically incapable of doing much and for that I was grateful. At least that's what I thought.

He reached out and put a hand behind my head and pulled me close. "Oh God!" I thought he wants to kiss me. His mouth began to part as I drew close. It was horrible and I closed my eyes for the first time when I saw him do the same. I felt my lips press against his thin, dried out mouth and his tongue slithered into my mouth. I tried to pretend it was Jim but it was no use. I began to gag and wanted to vomit. He pushed me back angrily and began to scream. Again I was pushed forward and the whipping began - left buttock; right buttock... back and forth it went and I screamed and screamed for it to stop. New pain erupted as the two giants whipped me mercilessly. Suddenly it stopped and I leaned against the old man sobbing, pleading, begging offering myself in any way they wanted as long as they promised not to hit me anymore. Although they didn't speak English they definitely caught the meaning of my words. I would later think back and ask myself how many other women had suffered at the hands of these manipulators but then it was a matter of my survival and I vowed I would survive whatever it took. Intuitively I knew that they couldn't really hurt me since we were in a major casino in Las Vegas and that their time with me was limited. Eventually someone would come looking for me.

The old man gently pushed me back as far as I could go tied as I was at the legs. He then gestured for me to remove my t-shirt. Something inside told me to fight and refuse but the deep pain in my ass quickly decided the issue. I reached down grabbed the helm and pulled the t-shirt over my head. I felt one of the men behind me take it. I sat there in a strapless bra that was a little small for me. In a mirror I knew that my breasts appeared to be struggling to burst free and that the visual effect had a tremendous impact on my husband who was merciless at trying to unhook it saying he couldn't help himself. Kicking him out of the bathroom and locking the door was the only way to get a little peace and quiet.

I just imagined what these strangers were thinking. I felt thick fingers pull the elastic away from my back then release it. The bra immediately slackened as the clasp was undone as my breasts pushed forward relieved of the restraint. A great big smile appeared from nowhere on the old man as he reached forward and simply plucked the garment from me. I sat there topless and the inspection began. I desperately wanted to fold my arms over my breasts but knew the giants wouldn't hesitate to use that as an opportunity to whip me again so I kept them at my side.

The men began excitedly talking among themselves. Words I couldn't understand were exchanged between them but the tone and intent was clear.

My breasts were according to Jim quite remarkable. They are globular bulging roundness at the sides because of their sheer size and the skin white in contrast to my tan. Their firmness was again according to Jim who had spent hours examining their every detail enticing. There was little sag and the firmness kept them close together creating a narrow cleavage tunnel that was perfect for sliding one's erection between them although Jim had never tried. They sloped sensuously to ski jump dark reddish pink nipples that Jim once compared to pencil erasers centered in an aureole field of a lighter pink half the size of the palm of his hand. Jim's favourite position was to have me sit on top of him alternating between sliding myself up and down his hips and when that became too much anchoring myself by clasping my thighs hard against his side and fucking him furiously while he sucked at my nipples. I reminded myself that that had become our only position as Jim became too overly excited in any other position. Straddling him I had become an expert and feeling him getting too close and would pull off him until control returned. We could never make love more than a minute at a time because of this problem and on more than one occasion I had faked it letting my little plastic friend bring me to the place Jim was supposed to take me but never could. I had concluded that all men, faced with a certain type of woman, were all the same.

The old man put his hands around me onto my naked back pulling me in close. His nose nuzzling my cleavage and his cheeks pressed between my breasts he pillowed them by pushing them against his face with his bony hands his moaning vibrating against my chest. I wondered for a moment if I could suffocate him but before I could act he pulled slowly away licking one turgid nipple then the other smiling broadly as he watched the nipples grow thick and darken. I felt my insides grow slipperier to the attention. Palming each breast in turn he lifted the sensual flesh guiding to his grizzled mouth each nipple as it disappeared enclosed by dry wrinkled lips. But I couldn't deny how good it felt nor could my body that I seemed to have less and less control over. I thought after eighty or ninety years he must have learned something about women and he was aptly demonstrating that reality on me.

He sucked each nipple deep but gently before pushing it with his tongue to the roof of his mouth where he adorned it with considerable attention while sensuously massaging the full breast. Without realizing I had closed my eyes and drifted off somewhere the pleasures exciting every nerve in my body. It was only when he released one breast and switched to pay equal homage to the other that I came to my senses my eyes popping open wide unsure at first of my surroundings like waking from a long restful sleep. He looked up at me my breast partially held within his mouth. The look he gave me made me think of a wise old sage who could see into the hearts and souls of others. I no longer had a single doubt that he knew what he was doing and the effect it was having on me even though he knew that I found him repugnant and distasteful - I figured that probably added to the thrill of my capture. I didn't yet know what his plans were since there remained no sign whatsoever that intercourse was on his mind.

The old man while holding my right nipple tightly in his mouth sat back slowly until my breast was pulled noisily with a wet sucking sound from his mouth. He sat back with a wide grin admiring the titillated flesh wet from his sucking mouth. Bending at the neck he captured the left nipple and sat back again letting the nipple pull free noisily the breast shaking slightly. I sat there waiting for instructions of some kind when he reached out and grabbed each hard nipple in his gnarled twisted fingers. He began to roll each nipple back and forth staring into my eyes as he taunted me. My hips wanted to move but I overruled them just barely.

My breasts as I am sure you now realize are very sensitive. I had always heard or read of women who could experience an orgasm by breast stimulation alone. If such thing were possible I had thought then I would be a perfect candidate but I didn't believe there was a man on this planet capable of bringing a woman to such heights let alone a consistent normal orgasm. I had always thought it must be a female masturbation thing but never tried it. But this ancient relic whose power I was under made me wonder. He took big handfuls of my breasts pushing against my chest gently but firmly while pushing the nipples into the center of each breast with his thumbs until they disappeared from sight. He then grasped the top of each breast with the hidden nipple and massaged them against each other. I wanted to cry out it felt so unbelievably erotic but I held it together. Then he would switch his hands to the base of each breast letting the extremely hard nipples pop free while he massaged me. Bending forward he licked then gently sucked at each tip. I felt dizzy and my body reacted with greater releases of lubricant. I wanted to rip off my clothes and open my legs wide filling the space between them with anything long and hard but I again managed to hang on to control.

"How could this be?" I asked myself, "How can a decrepit old man make me feel more alive than any man before?"

I was confused and becoming extremely horny. I hoped they planned to release me soon because I was going to find Jim carry him to our room if need be and have my way with him. My pussy clenched and convulsed at the thought like a fish out of water its mouth opening and closing searching for needed oxygen. The wet bloated lips of my pussy rubbed against each other and I could feel a throbbing as my clitoris must have grown to the point it popped free of its cover.

The old man was relentless as he played with me. Suddenly words were exchanged and the two giants unexpectedly began to whip me again. I screamed and pushed forward to evade them pushing my breast deeper into the old man's mouth. He began to bite me as the whipping picked up. I couldn't believe it - somehow the pain mixed with the pleasure brought me to the edge of orgasm. My hips were rolling back and forth and side to side as he bit into my nipples one after another as the belts whistled through the air. Just when I felt that uncontrollable pulsation between my legs the whipping stopped and the old man released me. I sat there quivering as if I had just walked out of a sauna into a cold room. My heart was pounding a rhythm matched by a throbbing between my legs. The urge to fuck had never been stronger but it quelled slowly as I gazed upon the overly confident old man. I vowed not to give him that victory refusing to think about what these three men had almost done to me. I was slowly, to use the crude words of Marianne, becoming fuck intoxicated.

He smiled knowingly. I blushed furiously at the notion that he knew exactly what he was doing to me but it couldn't be - at least that's what I kept on telling myself. I sat there topless my breathing slowly getting back under control. I must have been quite a sight because the two giants came alongside the old man to get a better look at me. The bulge in both of their pants made it evident that they were enjoying the show and weren't afflicted with erection difficulties presumably like the old man.

Without looking away from me the old man said something to the two men that sounded like a command. Both looked at each other with a grin and began to unzip their pants reaching in through underwear to withdraw the two biggest penises I had ever seen. I hadn't even realized that they grew that large - I mean I had heard Marianne's comments but wrote it off as embellishment.

The heads alone were half the size of Jim's penis when fully erect. The men moved alongside me and because of their height their hips aligned nicely with my breasts. They took hold of the bases of their penises and touched the heads to the side of each of my breasts then trailed them up to the slope of each then down teasingly to my nipples which responded with throbbing of their own.

I swallowed hard and my pussy clenched searching as their hardness explored my breasts spending extra time teasing my nipples back and forth. Then like gavels they tapped their lengths all around my breasts as if testing for reflexes. When the man on my right tapped the tip of my breast he left clear slippery liquid behind. Each time he tap-hammered my breast became wet and sticky. Soon the same was occurring with the other man. I stared at the tiny openings realizing that they were leaking. My fists clenched not in anger but suppressed sexual feelings. I couldn't help staring at their considerable erections my eyes going side to side as if following a tennis match.

The old man never took his eyes from me as if gauging my reaction. I wasn't afraid just fascinated since I didn't believe they intended me any harm nor did I believe they go much further. I was quite naive and hadn't yet realized it. Each touch of their erections against my breasts electrified me. I was beginning to feel dizzy and my pussy contracted again and again as if searching for something to fill it.

The old man gave the two further instructions that again I didn't understand. The men looked displeased and one began to put himself away when the old man yelled causing him to pull himself back out again. The old man smiled at me but I had no idea what was up. I remained topless on the old man's lap in lap dance position. I searched the faces of the two men - they both seemed unhappy. The old man motioned for me to do what I wanted - in other words to check them out. I have to admit I was very curious but shook my head timidly amid a tremendous blush. The old man prodded me and there was another unhappy exchange between them. Before I knew it a bony hand grabbed my left wrist and guided to the man at my left. My fingers curled around his penis just below the head. I could feel the warm hardness throbbing against my hand. I could barely get my fingers around him. Enraptured I slid my hand down to the base and he groaned loudly.

"How does it feel to be embarrassed?" I wanted to ask him but instead continued stroking him with a vengeance. The thick cordlike veins along the length pulsed and I incredibly felt him harden further. The old man coughed and gestured to the man at my right. I grabbed the second man with my other hand without a second thought. I wanted to humiliate these men make them feel some of what I had felt. They seemed embarrassed as they both had pained expressions of their faces. Having control, albeit temporary, was exhilarating giving me confidence. It was the oddest sensation I have ever felt though having two men's erections in my hands. If I could make them come that would in a way be a triumph at least that's what I thought but I was beginning to feel strange and warm again and knew I should stop but I wasn't ready not just yet.

The old man continued to carefully appraise me. He must have liked something he saw other than my naked breasts because he had what I can only describe as a lecherous smile. I had almost forgotten the fact that I was topless and my breasts were swaying and bouncing each time I tugged and pulled at the two men. I let my hands drift lower until I was cupping bull-like testicles. I had never had this freedom with a man ever and I was mesmerized. A sudden urge to take them into my mouth and taste them came over me but I quickly chased it away. I had never done such a thing but had thought about it before after hearing countless tales from Marianne.

My nipples had hardened and darkened to the point I felt the need to touch myself until I felt the old man lean forward and tease my nipples as if reading my thoughts. I barely repressed the desire to moan. We must have made quite a sight - a topless beautiful woman straddling an old man in a wheelchair while the woman played with two huge men's erections. If rescuers had of burst through the room at the point I probably would have told them to come back later. I was back in control and the tide had turned or at least that's what I thought. Sexual intoxication was undoubtedly messing with my thinking.

My hands, slippery with their leaking fluid, allowed me to easily slide up and down their full lengths. I found that by sliding my hand and cupping and squeezing the heads that the men shuddered and groaned. I was becoming intoxicated by the power I had been given over them and learning things I was anxious to practice on Jim.

Yuri, the man on my left, had looked down at my large pink-tipped breasts staring intently when I felt a low growl of a moan. His testicles seemed to restrict and his length thicken further as he exploded. A geyser of semen erupted from the tip. My pussy swelled and clenched at a sight I had never seen in my life and my breathing intensified. The old man grabbed my wrist and moved it up and down. I hadn't realized that I had stopped I was so stunned at the massive penis in my hand. My movement brought up another few geysers but nothing to match the first that must have shot two feet straight up. I momentarily wondered what that would have felt like between my legs. He continued to groan and shudder as the flow gradually stopped. My hand was covered in thick cum and I just stared at it more aware of how open my pussy now felt. I fleetingly wondered where Jim was as Yuri pulled away slumping on a chair as if he had just run the marathon his penis almost bending in half as it softened. "I did it!" I thought feeling oddly proud of myself.

A cough from the old man drew my attention to the other man whose name was Ivanov. The old man took my cum-covered hand and wiped it clean with a warm face cloth that he had magically produced. Once clean I twisted a little sideways to better face the second giant. I moved my free hand to him but lower cupping and squeezing his monstrous testicles while my other hand continued to slide up and down his shaft clenching and unclenching. The old man's hands continued to work on my breasts which he never relinquished.

I have to admit I was hornier than I had ever been in my life and finding my husband quickly once I was out of there would be a priority. I just regretted not bringing my nightstand buddy. Anyway I went to work on the second man who possessed more control than the first man. The look he gave me came as a challenge that he could hold out forever. I frowned then smiled mischievously as I put more effort into it. I even wiggled my chest which made the old man chuckle. That's when Ivanov folded his arms on his massive chest and laughed. That made me mad. Who the hell did he think he was? Men, even my own husband, couldn't control themselves around me. I accepted the challenge and gave him the sexiest smile I could muster. He paused and his concentration seemed to flounder as I felt his testicles pull up but then he looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath and his penis actually softened a touch. I couldn't believe it - he must be gay I thought. I don't know what made me do it but before I could think I had twisted my upper body bent down as far as I could restrained as I was and took the bloated head and a few inches deep into my mouth. My lips closed over the head and my tongue went to work. I had no clue what I was doing but thinking back it must have been instinctual or something. The feel of his hardness in my mouth made my pussy gush with juices. I was past the point of needing a solid good fucking but endured. Out of the blue thoughts of the man who had tickled my spine in the casino flew into my head.

My hips were moving on their own now and there was no stopping me. I sucked and licked furiously at the obstinate man who had dared challenge me when I felt something slide into me. My God it felt good as my meaty wetness clenched at whatever had invaded my pussy. I welcomed the intrusion, trying to spread my legs further as I continued to suck relentlessly at the man. His silence turned to moans; groans then growls as he reached the point of no return. I tried to pull away but he grabbed the back of my head and erupted as I reached to pull his hands away. Reflexively I continued to suck as I felt him cum in waves in my mouth. Opening my throat I gladly swallowed every last drop of him keeping him firmly in my mouth until he softened and pulled away. He was breathing just as hard as his partner had.

I smiled before closing my eyes lost in the sensation of my sex being explored. Slowly I opened my eyes. I must have seemed drunk. My mouth hung open, my breasts moving up and down with my heavy breathing and my hips moving in time to something sliding in and out of me in a way that would not bring me to orgasm but felt awfully good. My eyes widened as I realized it was the old man. His right hand had peeled aside my panties and his bony fingers were sawing in and out of me. He knew exactly where to touch me.

Suddenly anger gripped me as I came back to my senses. I swung my arm back to hit him but it was caught by Yuri who had since recovered. Ivanov joined him and again they tied my hands and arms as before. I spit at the old man for the first time. That was my first and only mistake. He yelled at the two men who quickly put a cloth gag across my mouth followed by a wide strip of grey duct tape while he wiped the spit from his face with a wet cloth one of the men had handed him. What had I been thinking? I had been manipulated. I blame it all on repressed urges or something maybe even Jim for pushing towards the need for a nightstand friend. Anger had taken a firm hold on me as I fought off some of the sensation between my legs. To make matters worse throughout it all the old man never stopped fingering me and I had to admit he was dammed good at it.

On one hand I felt empowered somewhat by my ability to cause the two giants to lose control. Yuri had only to stare at my breasts while I played with him for him to lose complete control. Ivanov however took a little more effort but what would he have done had I not used my mouth as a poor substitute for the real me between my legs? Well I think the answer is clear he wouldn't have outlasted my own husband that I was sure. Men I thought - so far I was not impressed. Maybe this was the reason for the seeming rise in lesbianism.

My brief period of control quickly disappeared as I found myself completely at the mercy of the old man who relentlessly continued to play with a sensitive breast with one hand, suck on the other breast while fingering me causing my body to jerk, twitch and spasm uncontrollably. I moaned and moaned through the gag until he released me completely. He slid his fingers from me and held them up. They were glistening. He smiled knowingly and slid them beneath his nose as if savouring a rare and expensive liquor. I don't think he could have stretched his wrinkled face anymore. I half expected the skin to crack. I was both ashamed and repulsed at the same time which helped return me to reality as my breathing began to slow and strong sexual urges retreated. That's when he dropped both his hands to my groin. He stared into my eyes and I stared back in challenge as I felt his both hands open me up grasping and spreading my still swollen wet pussy lips. A thin hardness began to explore the entrance moving in then upwards at an angle. I felt a fingertip push against a hard surface and I saw stars as he pressed against it again and again. I guess I was more inexperienced than I had thought - I had never felt anything like that in my life. I felt my pussy muscles clench his finger. He smiled as he watched my eyes grow wide in astonishment. Thoughts of sexual positions, huge erections, slapping flesh and voices lost in lust filled my head as my mouth fell open. My body was screaming to be fucked. Without warning the sensation ended as he pulled the finger free but the primal urges remained strong. I exhaled sharply before inhaling deeply as he slid two fingers or what felt like two fingers in deep pushing as hard as he could. For an old man he was remarkably strong. He pushed and pushed until he could push no further. Again he encountered another hard surface - my cervix I thought from high school biology. He pulled back then pushed forward bumping against it. Oh God it was unbelievable. My pussy gushed with juices and my flesh convulsed in muscular fits as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. My breasts felt somehow larger and my nipples were so hard, long and dark that I was sure a mere touch of them would have sent me over the edge. My toes curled painfully in my sandals that were hanging by an ankle strap. Even my plastic companion never brought me to this level which I never knew existed.

Again he withdrew from me leaving me panting and sweating with pure raw lust. I had to get out of there and find Jim. As I came back down to earth my pussy seemed to glow with frustration - an ache or itch I was desperate to relieve but the old man was not through with me yet. Smiling that obscene predatory smile he waited and watched me before moving back between my legs. This time he used one hand to hold me open so I could almost feel the cool air of the room in the deepest part of me. With the other hand he played with my clitoris. He moved, pushed, pulled, rolled and did a dozen other things to it watching me closely. I felt like an insect under a microscope. He was cautious though pulling away as my body began to betray itself making it evident that an orgasm was right around the corner. When the storm had passed he was back at it. I later realized that he was looking for what turned me on and as the minutes ticked by he would know more about my sexuality than any man I had ever known including my own husband. He was teaching me things about myself I never knew.

Finally he sat back releasing me once again. I had never felt so helpless yet so alive and so horny. They had to let me go now I hoped. I had to find Jim. I twisted to the right glancing at a bedside alarm clock that read 9:42pm. I had been their captive for almost three hours.

With a nod from the old man the two giants moved behind me and undid the tethers holding my legs in place. Finally I thought, they're releasing me. I felt them extend my legs backwards so that I was half lying on the chair with my lower half held in the air by the two men. I didn't know what they were doing until I felt one of them, maybe both, grab the waistband of my pink shorts and pull them off me completely along with my panties. I struggled as much as I could and screamed into the gag but it was a lost cause. I watched as the last of my clothing dropped to the floor. Except for my sandals I was officially naked.

They quickly moved me back to into position re-attaching my legs to the chair. The old man looked appreciatively at my shaved pussy with the vertical inch long thin strip of hair that seemed to point to my clitoris. Seeing it for the first time Jim had commented that I should have drawn a downward arrow instead of a straight line. I hadn't thought it was very funny. I learned of this particular pubic haircut from good old Marianne never having expected to be intimately examined by Methuselah.

The three men became very animated whistling, blinking and smiling at my nakedness. I was blushing furiously which I'm sure just inflamed them all the more but unless someone burst through the door to my rescue I was in a very bad position. I knew it and they knew it.

The old man 's hands reached out and for the next few minutes he felt every naked inch of me his eyes intent as if trying to memorize every detail and sensation - it gave me the impression I was nearing the final stage. The sexual feelings remained disturbingly just below the surface as he touched me and I felt myself more open, wet and ready than I had ever been although I tried desperately to fight it - a fight I was quickly losing. I was teetering on the edge and had no way to back away.

Suddenly he gestured over my shoulder and reached behind me filling his hands with my buttocks. I hadn't realized that the two giants had moved back behind me where I couldn't see them - they were awfully quiet for big men. I felt the old man's hands moving outward taking my ass cheeks with him and I yelled into the gag for him to stop as he spread me as wide as he could. I shuddered as I realized I was fully open as never before to an intimate and personal examination as my buttocks spread leaving my anus visible as well as what had to be wet swollen vaginal lips. The cool air I felt inside me told me how wide open I was. The old man began to spread his legs, a difficult task in his position as well as mine but he managed creating an empty gap directly beneath my hips. That's when I first felt it - a light touch along one pussy lip then the other then between along my wet folds before a darting in and out motion in my opening. I still didn't know precisely what was being done to me until I felt a distinctive mouth and chin press into me. I screamed and screamed into my gag, tears filling my eyes. The old man smiled knowingly. I had heard of such things but always found it disgusting and distasteful. For a moment I wondered could it be any different than what I had done to the second giant earlier. While my mind raced to address this thought an unbelievable sensation took myb concentration. I can only describe it as a blissful erotic feeling. It spread outwards from where one of the giants was licking and tonguing me. My toes curled again and my back arched. If my hands had been free I would have grabbed the head of the man and pulled him into me. The old man watched me arch my back and took my temptingly presented breasts into his hands and began to play with me once more. The giant licked and sucked at me in a controlled unhurried manner before attaching his lips to my clitoris drawing it as far into his mouth as he could. My vision turned white as if a blast of lightening had cracked mere inches away. I wobbled with the feeling and the old man grabbed my shoulders steadying me leaning in and licking the tips of each breast. My breathing quickened and my heart felt as if it were going to burst from my chest as the men had their way with me. Suddenly the man pulled away - I had been so close again. I waggled my hips temptingly like a cat in heat anxious for the sexual return but the hands and mouths had pulled away. I was convinced they were going to kill me with frustration.

As my breathing returned to normal I remembered that I had to find someone and it took me a minute to recall that it was my husband whose name had escaped me for a few seconds. That's when it began again as a mouth again pressed into me. "Oh Lord! " I moaned as I pressed my hips down increasing the wet sensual contact. The old man was watching me with increased interest and a renewed smile one would reserve for a pet that had learned a new trick. Satisfied he gripped the base of my left breast, lowered his head and began to suck on me as if he were seeking sustenance. The orgasmic sensations returned with a vengeance as I emitted a low growl twisting and bucking as much as I could to increase the feelings wanting nothing more than to give them what they wanted as long as they gave me what I craved. Again they pulled away just as I was on the precipice. I wanted to scratch their eyes out for tormenting me.

They patiently waited for me to return to normal and I actually thought of trying to fake normal with the hope that I would finally find release but deep down I knew these men would not be as easily fooled as was Jim - they had PHD's in women while Jim was struggling to get into elementary school.

Minutes passed and I glanced at the alarm clock. The red digital display indicated 10:29pm. I had been in the hands of these men for three and a half hours and it was clear no one was looking for me yet. I was sure they had been close to releasing me when the two men moved alongside me. I glanced at them both and they smiled lewdly back both licking their lips. I immediately looked away blushing again from head to toe. The old man chuckled when I glanced down at each man noting the sizable sausage like shape in their pants. If it was possible I reddened further which just brought a round of manly chuckles. I was getting angry; my brow furrowed any my eyes narrowed which only seem to make them laugh all the harder. That's when one of the giants left the room after another exchange of foreign words returning with a small satchel similar to a man's large shaving kit.

"Now what?" I wondered.

The two giants moved alongside the old man. Yuri checked his pulse, then felt his forehead and checked his temperature. More words were exchanged but somehow it was much more professional which I found odd considering I continued to sit naked attached to wheelchair except for my sandals. The old man nodded and Yuri extracted a small vial and a hypodermic needle which he expertly filled with the vial's contents. Rolling up the old man's sleeve Yuri found a fleshy part of the shoulder and stabbed the needle home. The plunger was depressed then pulled back a touch filling with a mixture of cloudy blood and clear fluid. Pleased with the result Yuri slowly emptied the contents into the old man as Ivanov carefully monitored him. The needle was removed and put away and the two giants looked down at the old man asking him a few questions. I tried to follow or get a sense of what was happening when I first felt it. It had been unmistakable - the old man's penis was slowly growing filling his pants. I looked on in shock. The old man smiled like a kid in a candy store as the bulge grew and grew. The old man groaned as if in pain at one point and Yuri looked worried but it quickly passed. The old man said something to the two men. Ivanov had been looking at his watch as if timing the reaction when the old man nodded. The two giants moved away. Yuri moved behind me and lifted the old man's legs sliding off his slippers and pulling down his beltless pants and underwear. Before I knew it he was naked from the waist down and a sizable bulbous erection bobbed as if it had a life of its own. The thick long rubbery head rubbed against my thin strip of pubic hair. I pressed down with my hips to prevent him from doing more.

Smiling his hands began to explore me yet again with a newfound interest playing and teasing my breasts, waist and thighs before flicking at me bloated clitoris and moving down to insert a finger into me. I tried to squirm but it was useless - there was nothing I could do to stop his roaming hands. Suddenly the lights dimmed and his mouth was all over me tasting my nipples, licking my cleavage, neck, chin and nibbling at my ears while his hands expertly played between my legs bringing me back to earlier heights. I closed my eyes for the first time and lost myself in the sensations trying to take my mind away to another place. He pulled on my buttocks and I raised my hips as one of his hands left me to hold and guide himself. His lips attached to a nipple and with a liquid suck pulled the hardened tip into his mouth just as the bloated head of his penis found my entrance and edged in until the crown filled me. I arched my back like a cat in heat again forcing more of my sensitive breast deep into his mouth as he pushed upward with his bony hips. I let myself drop aiding his penetration.

"My God it felt so good!"

I shuddered and trembled as he filled me completely. It was a perfect fit as the tip of his penis just nudged my cervix and I finally came for the first time shaking and perspiring as my deep muscles convulsed around him. A minute passed as we sat locked together not moving as my orgasm subsided.

He filled his hands with my breasts and smiled at me with a hint of empathy. I didn't know how to feel and just stared back without emotion. As he played with me I felt his penis throb and reality came back like a flash as I realized he was no different than the other men in my life and was about to come unable to control himself but I couldn't have been more wrong. He sucked at my breast and rubbed at my clitoris while the throbbing continued. I closed my eyes again and felt another orgasm fast approaching. Before I could react it was upon me and I shuddered a second time as an amazing feeling washed over every square inch of me. My breathing slowed and we remained locked in place. The deep throbbing had stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled devilishly but mischievously as he stared into my eyes as his finger pulled lightly at my hardened nipples. That's when I felt the throbbing begin anew. I realized he was making that happen and controlling it at the same time. He was beginning to challenge every assumption I had ever had of men.

Reaching down letting go of my breasts which he seemed reluctant to do he lowered his hips. I felt a few inches slide from me before he reversed direction and pushed back in. Another nudge against my cervix had me seeing stars again. The look he gave me didn't need any translation. As he lowered his hips I raised mine until he was halfway out. We moved back together establishing a rhythm that made me feel like a real woman as the hunger returned with a fury. We moved against each other our breathing slowly increasing to the speed of our hips as he kept up with me as I was past the point of taking my time. My hips raised and lowered, my vaginal muscles holding him tightly as my speed was more than he could match. I managed to raise my hips high enough that I could feel the edge of the crown of his erection before sailing smoothly back home the shock against my cervix taking a rising toll. As I fucked him I heard it - a whistle that could only be Jim. Somehow a small fragment of the tone had penetrated the sound proof walls. I listened trying to recognize the tune as my hips continued to fuck on and off of the old man's erection. I thought I recognized the tune when I felt another orgasm approaching - what Marianne would call, "a real doozy!"

I hadn't realized that the old man had stopped and I was doing all the work but I didn't care about anything except the wonderful feelings I had never before enjoyed. As the orgasm hit I felt another new sensation. At first I thought I had urinated then realized I had cum like a man spraying everywhere around the thickness that filled and stretched me. Marianne had told me about it but I had never believed her convinced she had been pulling my leg. The strength of the orgasm overwhelmed me and caused the old man to moan loudly as my vaginal muscles squeezed him hard. My thighs and ass quivered like the tremor of an earthquake as my hips began to slow but did not stop. The whistling had stopped as Jim realizing I wasn't there headed back to the casino passing nonchalantly by the very room where I was getting the fucking of my life. I convinced myself that I was at their mercy - none of this was my fault.

With the slower pace the old man began to match me stroke for stroke. Remarkably my body hadn't yet had its' fill so to speak as I sensed another orgasm off in the distance.

He nodded to the two giants who moved to us and first removed the gag then released my arms. I thanked them feeling the blood and feelings return to my stretched arms but now I was at a dangerous point. If I continued cooperating and refused to fight back where would that leave me?

My hips never stopped moving as we fucked each other at a slow leisurely pace one that I hadn't known was possible between a man and a woman. I loved it and wondered whether I could ever go back to the sexual frustration I lived everyday with Jim. The old man cast these thoughts of mine to the wind as he reached behind my head and pulled me to him. My mouth opened voluntarily as I passionately met his embrace this time. We kissed with our hips in perpetual motion. I wiggled my hips side to side which increased the sensation for us both. I giggled into his mouth and he laughed back as we moved against each other. I pulled away and looked into his eyes for the first time seeing something I hadn't seen before wondering what he was like as a viral young man. I held up a breast for him and guided it into his mouth which he opened wide. I moaned and stroked the back of his head. Inevitably our hips began that urgent race towards release as we sat back from each other him thrusting from below me while I ground my hips alternating fucking. He put his arms around my naked back as we pushed and pulled against each other the sensual embarrassing wetness filling the room.

I hugged him tight and whispered into his ear, "fuck me... ohhh... fuck me like that... ohhh... I'm going to come again... come with me... ohhhh..."

I could feel him swell. That feeling I had known all too well but I really wanted it this time. I felt like my whole body was opening wide to him as he plunged deep into me bringing me the biggest release yet. I screamed and screamed, "OH GOD YES... LIKE THAT... OHHHH... I'M COMMMMIIINNNGGGG..."

He moaned out some words that I again didn't need to translate to know their meaning as he erupted again and again deep inside me. I can't be sure but I think the release kept my orgasm going much longer - either that or I had experienced a series of mini-orgasms. Maybe I would ask Marianne. Finally our bodies slowed and came to a stop. I began to feel his softening and leaned forward without prompting kissed him deeply. He knew my meaning. When I withdrew his eyes had filled with tears. I stroked his head and told him that it was okay which I'm sure he understood.

He exchanged words with the two giants who then immediately released me. I noticed that the two were very erect and a brief angry exchange erupted between them and the old man. The old man looked at me and made a few gestures at the pleading looks from the two giants. I guess the game plan had changed. I was asked if I would satisfy them. It was almost comical but unbelievably I agreed - it was important to be asked.

Yuri was first. I controlled things and was allowed to use the bed although the other two made it clear they wanted to watch so it had to be above the covers. It turned out I had been wrong about both men. Yuri was an expert lover bringing me to mind-numbing orgasm twice and exhibiting tremendous control timing his release with mine as did the old man.

Ivanov was as good as Yuri if not better making me cry and beg to be fucked harder as he lay atop me my legs scissored around his back. He was an expert at teasing me and knew it. The two men had clearly played me earlier lulling me into a false belief.

It was almost 2:00am when the party came to an end. The old man handed me an envelope filled with cash which I flatly refused to their shock. I had learned a lot about myself. I owed them a debt of gratitude in a way even though it didn't start out that way.

The following day the sound of ambulances rang out on the street below. They had sounded close. I had looked out our hotel window which overlooked the hotel entrance. Two emergency vehicles were stopped in front lights flashing. My heart fluttered as I wondered. I raced to the door and opened it looking into the corridor as two EMTs wheeled out a stretcher with the old man attached to a series of tubes. We exchanged a fleeting look into each others' eyes just as they raced away to the elevators. He had smiled at me - a smile of gratitude. I raced back into the room, flew into the bathroom after locking it. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and cried.

I never did find out what happened to the old man and tried to forget about what had happened but it was clear that my life had changed.

On our second of last day in Vegas I found myself again playing a slot machine with Jim nowhere in sight when I felt a finger trailing my spine. I turned and was surprised to see the same man who had made advances earlier. His face dropped as he recognized me. He began to apologize but stopped as he saw something in my eyes he hadn't seen before. Smiling knowingly he handed me a duplicate card key to his room. Smiling back I palmed it and dropped it into my purse and held up a hand to indicate five minutes. The man disappeared and I counted off two minutes before following his path to the elevators. I saw Jim at a blackjack table oblivious to anything around him. I stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button for the 14th floor dipping my hand into my shorts and underwear.

"Was he in for a big surprise," I thought as my nipples hardened and pussy swelled in anticipation.

He didn't let me down!

THE END

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