Chapter 6

Friday December 22

Ash texted me at like 10:00 last night saying he was back at the hotel and asking where I was, so I left the bar and went back to our room.

He looked a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair all tangled, and he was definitely still either drunk or stoned. I was pissed that he had put me off for so long, but the night was still young, so I decided not to make a big deal of it. “What kept you out so long?” I asked as I kissed him. He tasted like an ashtray.

“Well,” he said awkwardly, “I got to talking to one of the ladies at the brothel - Emma. She was telling me that there were things she knew how to do that ordinary girls just can’t do. I didn’t believe her, but she practically dared me ... And you know, she was actually right.”

I looked at him with stern disbelief.

“You mean to say,” I began, trying to keep my cool, “that you had sex with a hooker, knowing that I was waiting for you back here, eager to spend time alone with you?”

“Well,” he began.

I cut him off. “And what are these things Emma did for you, that an ‘ordinary’ girl like me is too much of a prude to know about?”

“Lexi,” he tried again.

“‘Cause believe me, Ash, I know how to fuck!” I said. By that time I had definitely lost my cool. “I know how to make a man feel good in so many ways. You’ve can barely even conceive of what I’m willing to do for a lover!”

“Lexi...,” Ash began. He seemed to think I was going to cut him off again. “I thought you were going to stand me up again, okay? It was a shitty thing to do - I’m sorry. But since we got here, you haven’t exactly been available. And I don’t mean physically. Well not just physically. You’ve got all this shit to work through - I get that - but there’s nothing I can do to help. I’ve tried to be here for you, but you wouldn’t let me. I wanted to have some fun while in Vegas, and an opportunity came up.”

“So what did she do?” I asked again.

“Lexi, c’mon...,” he said. By this point he was half undressed and collapsed on the bed. Even if I had wanted to spend more time with him, he clearly wasn’t capable.

I left. I stormed out of the hotel room, furious. At first I thought maybe I’d hit the hotel’s gym. Nah - too angry for that. Maybe I could go find a shooting range. That didn’t feel right - this place wasn’t home. Besides, a Vegas shooting range probably has tacky neon all over the place. Then I thought maybe I should go down to the bar, act like a hooker, and get some guy to beg me to take money for sex. I laughed to myself at that one. Obviously I couldn’t do that wearing jeans and a T-shirt with no makeup.

You know what Las Vegas has no shortage of? Ways to spend your money. There are literally miles of stores inside some of these hotels, open all night. At first I told myself it was just shopping therapy: that was the little red dress, the fuck-me pumps, and the lacy panties. I was maybe a little more honest with myself by the time I bought the push-up bra and earrings. By the time I bought the makeup, condoms, and a tote-bag for my plain clothes, I knew I was serious about my plan. Or at least, some variation on my plan.

Two hours after leaving Ash, I was all dolled-up, sitting at a bar and looking as inviting as I knew how.

I turned away plenty of guys, but Sean was a real contender. He was a true Irishman - accent, red hair, and everything. He was about thirty and dressed in a suit. He was in town for a wedding.

Before long, Sean’s friend Lance showed up. Brown hair, glasses, also about thirty. He reminded me of one of those Dr. Who actors, except Lance is American. Lance immediately and unapologetically started trying to steal me away from Sean, so I embraced the game and turned it into a competition, quizzing them on this and that and teasing them with fickle affection. They were both good sports about it.

Finally I asked them each the most number of times they’d “done it” in one night. Sean said four or five. Lance agreed: “about that, yeah”.

“Well tonight you’re both going to beat those records, or die trying,” I told them with a wink. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and took each of them by the hand.

Short version of the story: we fucked all night.

As for the long version, well...: I’ve had lots of fantasies about doing two guys at once over the years, and one limited experience, but this wasn’t that. This wasn’t two guys fawning over me together treating me like a goddess. This was two guys taking turns fucking me over and over. Er, well, three guys.

It was Lance’s suite, so he claimed the honor of taking off my brand new, barely worn panties. My dress was bunched up around my waist and he was still wearing his jacket and tie when he mounted me, missionary-style. The warmth of all of the evening’s liquor seemed to travel to my womb as he poked at it delightfully with his rubber-clad cock. Oh god how I needed it!

The bed was so bouncy! We tried to kiss while he pumped his cock in my pussy. His breath tasted like scotch - it almost felt like I could drink a sip from his lips. But the bouncing! Our glasses clashed together annoyingly until I finally removed both pairs and set them aside. After that I just groaned and squeezed and enjoyed being fucked.

When Lance was done coming, I carefully pulled the condom off and set it on the nightstand. “The score is one to zero. It’s your serve,” I said to Sean.

Sean took his time with the touching and kissing at the start, and he finished the task of removing my clothes. I could tell from his eyes when he was ready for the big deal. “How would’ya feel about makin’ like a cowgirl?” He asked while I unrolled the rubber onto his dick.

“Love to,” I said, and climbed into the saddle.

Again, the bouncing. A lot of times with cowgirl I like to actually bounce up and down, at least some of the time, but the springiness of the bed made that impossible. No biggy - both of us were perfectly happy with the forward-and-back grind. He seemed to enjoy touching my breasts. “Oh, lass,” he groaned, and I giggled. I don’t think I’d ever been called “lass” before.

I was coming when the champaign Sean had ordered arrived. It was a big suite with separate rooms, so the room service waiter couldn’t see us from the entry, but I have no doubt that he heard us. Both of us - Sean was very encouraging. I would have loved to see the looks exchanged between Lance and the waiter.

“How about’cha bring a couple glasses in here, will ye?” Sean called to Lance once the waiter was gone.

Looking a little awkward, Lance brought two glasses to us. Still grinding Sean’s cock inside of me, I took a sip and then immediately pulled Lance in for a quick kiss. I’ve always wanted to try two guys at once - you know, double penetration - and I thought maybe this was my chance. But Sean was due to come soon and I wasn’t sure Lance was ready. Best to wait for better timing, I decided.

Once we’d had a few sips and set our champaign glasses aside, I locked eyes with Sean. His eyes were my captives - I wouldn’t let them escape me. “I’m going to make you come now,” I said impishly.

“Oh are ye now?” He asked defiantly.

I did. I switched to a more energetic, more circular grind and I locked his fingers in mine. First came the muttering - “Uh huh, yeah, okay, mmm.” Then came the moaning - his and mine. Then the ranting: “Oh dear god ye can fuck! Oh Jesus!” And then the bucking hips, the twitching cock, and the sigh of relief.

I laid his come-filled condom out on the opposite nightstand from Lance’s.

Not long after, the three of us were sitting naked on the couch. The boys were fighting over Lance’s iPhone for the music-picking rights. I didn’t really like either of their tastes.

“Who’s up for a little spanking?” I said playfully. I turned around so my elbows were on the couch back, my knees on the seat, and my butt sticking out toward the TV.

Lance rubbed my ass, leaned in, and kissed it. “Who could ever think about harming a tush like this?”

“So it’s pain that turns ye on then, love?” Sean asked.

“Not pain - spite,” I told them. I wiggled my ass to draw more attention. “I want to leave here with an ass that’s totally red. When I return to the hotel room of the boy who spurned me, I want it to be perfectly obvious that I was out getting fucked. No wait - not just fucked but slapped, bitten, sucked, showered with come, and used in every conceivable way. And that I liked it.”

“Well far be it for me to stand in the way of you fixing your relationship!” Sean said. The guys took turns spanking me, and with a little coaxing, they were actually going pretty hard. It hurt, but I was glad when I pictured the look on Ash’s face.

Lance answered his phone, and talked to someone who had clearly just gotten out of some show. “I’m glad you liked it. Hey, happy birthday, by the way!”

Sean shouted so that he would be heard over the phone, “Happy birthday, Jess. Say, you ever spanked a drunk college girl’s naked ass before?”

“His nephew,” he added, quietly, for my benefit.

I laughed in disbelief. I whispered to Sean, “How old is this kid?”

“He’s ... eighteen today!” Sean replied. The pause told me that his answer might not be entirely true.

Lance finished up his call. “Hey - Jess is going to swing by so I can give him his present, okay? It’s kinda this thing we do every year: midnight, or soon after.”

“Cool,” I said.

We all got dressed and Sean poured the last of the Champaign. Pretty soon, Jess arrived and Lance gave him his present - a set of fancy bluetooth headphones.

Jess was a good looking kid, although he struck me as a little effeminate. He was slight, shorter than me, and had a face that may never have touched a razor. Beautiful eyes, though. He was wearing a dress shirt and nice pants.

Introductions were made and Jess and Lance were just starting on smalltalk, when Sean burst in like a bulldozer. “Before you got here we were taking turns giving Lexi a little spanking,” he said. “Maybe if you’re nice, she’ll let you give it a go.”

Jess looked around like a frightened deer. I shrugged and nodded. So Sean sat Jess down in the middle of the couch, and I stretched out across his lap. My dress was covering my butt. Jess seemed paralyzed, so I encouraged him: “C’mon, spank me!”

Jess was just drawing his hand back when Sean said, “Wait, no - it’s not quite right.” Sean lifted my dress so that my already red ass, covered by my new sexy panties, was showing.

Jess drew back his hand again, and at the last moment Sean stopped him again. “Wait, no, no,” he said. Then he pulled my panties down. “There ye go.”

Again I had to tell Jess to go ahead, but then he gave me a dozen or so tentative swats. I didn’t bother to ask him to hit me harder.

As I got up, Sean was looking at me with hungry eyes. “With your permission, Lexi, I’d like to take you into the bedroom and leave these two to talk.

Once the door was closed we kissed and undressed each other. I unrolled the condom onto his dick with my mouth - a first for me - and then he took me to the bathroom.

Sean fucked me from behind standing in front of the mirror. He somehow kept both of my arms locked behind me with just one of his, leaving the other one free to squeeze my breast.

“Harder. Squeeze me harder,” I panted, and so he gripped my boob tight. My glasses fogged up to where I couldn’t see us in the mirror, so I tossed my head around to make them fall off. Somewhat blurrily, I watched Sean man-handle me while his hips bumped against my ass and his cock moved inside my pussy. My throat resonated with the pleasure I was feeling.

“Choke me,” I said. He let go of my breast and wrapped his hand around the front of my neck, just under my jaw. I watched him squeeze my throat, holding me captive while his cock stroked into me with a flesh-slapping sound. “Yes Sean. Yes, yes!” I cried as I came.