Vegas

Sarah Jane was in a deep erotic state of hypnosis.

Outside the coruscating kaleidoscope of neon colors of Sin City, her beloved Las Vegas, was neutralized by the heavy triple-layer glass feature window.

Inside the gentle pools of golden lamp light, the soft whisper of air conditioning, the crisp rustle of 200 thread count hotel suite sheets.

One of the three girls she had met at the local women's-only gym had her head between her legs, the other two had their mouths sealed around her small, 50-year-old breasts.

She cried out as the first girl hit her clitoris just right, her body jerking up off the sheets, her hips bucking twice, her legs trembling as the girls skilled mouth took her up and over the top again, several shivering hip pushes following.

The girl lifted her face from between Sarah Janes thighs, smiling up at her from between her legs, mouth wet with Sarah's juices before raising up and covering Sarah Jane with her fit, toned body, pushing her legs apart and lying between them, slowly pushing, her hair hanging down into Sarah Janes face, the sweet heady scent of the girls shampoo or conditioner filling Sarah Janes senses as the girl began to slowly thrust, Sarah Janes hips rising to meet her thrusts, pubic bone grinding on pubic bone, pussy lips brushing and slipping back and forth on pussy lips.

Sarah Jane loved being dominated by a younger strong, fit slightly masculine woman like this, her estrus rising in her blood like a forest fire, dimly aware of the other two girls beside them in a classic girl-on-girl 69, tongues busy between each other's smooth, silky thighs, waiting their turn to mount her...

The first girls thrusting grew stronger, more demanding on top of her, wrapping her arms around Sarah Janes face, panting hard, harder and louder as she thrust, Sarah Jane, who began vocalising the same two words on a rising note as she got closer and closer and closer, "ahhh... yeah!!.... ahhh... yeah!!.... ahhh... yeah!!...."

The girl shuddered on top of Sarah Jane, bucking and grunting loudly, sending Sarah Jane over the edge, twisting and tumbling down madly into a shuddering orgasm, her hips thrusting upwards hard, dropping, and thrusting up hard again, shuddering violently her own strong legs locked around the girl on top, mouth whispering "ohh yeah... ohh fuck yeah..." as strong vaginal contractions peaked, and she fell back on the sheets, panting roughly.

The other two girls took their turn mounting Sarah, lying between her mature thighs, grinding and thrusting, both girls shuddering into dual bucking orgasms, taking Sarah Jane with them.

Sarah Jane had booked the suite for the entire weekend, sleeping in a tangle of smooth arms and legs, waking to suck the closest breast, feeling a tongue begin to stroke through her labia, making her hips rise to follow every tongue stroke as she sucked a beautiful firm younger breast into her mouth, the nipple rising and stiffening against her swirling wet tongue, moving her mouth onto an adjacent breast as she felt her legs pushed apart and another vagina mount on hers and begin to push and rock, a hand slipping onto Sarah Janes thigh to pull her closer...

Sarah Janes dominance began to rise quickly, often pushing the other woman over and mounting her instead, rocking furiously through one or two shuddering orgasms before resting to regain it her breath and cool off before her estrus rose again and she mounted a different girl.

By Sunday she was lying on the giant king sized bed, one of the girls cuddled in her arms, her fingers inside the girls pussy watching daytime TV while the other two girls taking a shower together, the faint riding and falling note of their lovemaking, grinding against each other's thighs just audible over the hiss of the falling shower water and the sound of the flat-screen monitor.

Midday found Sarah Jane in the shower herself, joined by one of the girls to play, until Sarah Jane had her pressed against the slick matt anthracite colored tiles, one strong 50-year-old thigh between the younger woman's thighs, both women's slick wet bodies grinding urgently together, tongues dancing and wrestling wetly inside each others mouths.

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Room Service glanced curiously at the three bodies silhouetted under the sheets, clearly three women as Sarah signed for the food wrapped in one of the hotels thick, plush bathrobes.

Abandoned plates lay beside the bed, all three of the younger women lying side by side, rubbing between their legs to ready themselves for her, and she mounted each in turn, holding their legs up against her chest as she panted and rocked and ground against them, one by one.

By Sunday evening Sarah Jane reluctantly bid the three beautiful younger gym women goodbye, kissing each of them in turn, slipping her hand into each of their panties to finger them briefly before handing each woman a plain envelope, each of the women glancing inside, their eyes widening in shock, "Oh, so generous!!" before slipping out the door, leaving Sarah Jane alone in silence.

She sighed softly, glancing around the now deserted suite before slipping out of the booty shorts and tee, grabbing the large purple dildo and headed to a long, hot shower, the dildo suction cupped onto the wall, bent forward from the hips her hands pressed against the fogged shower box glass, riding back against the toy until she cried out happily, left leg shivering, head flooded with fire as she came on the toy...