(Author's Note: All rights reserved. All sex is with adults. I know - another Las Vegas story. This one has a little bit different slant. It has five parts.)
It Started in Vegas
Part IV. Annie Meets Some New Friends
Thursday
Annie
I could tell that I was changing. I liked having orgasms throughout the day. I preferred having them with Mac, but I had to admit, I didn't mind having them with other men. Thursday morning Mac informed me that he had business on the mainland, and that I would be spending the afternoon and night with Tommy at his place. I packed a small bag that Mac provided and following my after-breakfast fucking, Mac helped me into the limo for the ride to Tommy's villa. Tommy showed me to his master bedroom, showed me where everything was, stripped me, and began my night of passion, in the late morning. After three episodes, each capped off with Tommy coating the walls of my vagina, he allowed me to put on a robe and go into the breakfast nook for a late lunch/early dinner. After another round in his bed, he asked me to take a bath and get dressed. He explained that a couple of his friends were coming over.
I liked Tommy, not as much as I liked Mac, but this was disappointing. I didn't need any more fuckbuddies. Ronnie and Jack were very nice to me. I was aware that they were chatting me up from the very beginning of our dinner party. I still felt that I would like to know a little about the guys I was going to fuck. I thought to myself that if I was a total slut, I wouldn't care anything about the guys I was fucking. Before my time with Mac, I wouldn't consider having sex with someone I didn't know very well. Throughout my marriage to Johnny, I had been faithful. Now my mentality was very different. Unusually crass for Tommy, after providing everyone with a drink after dinner, he asked me to stand up and 'show the merchandise'.
I correctly interpreted this to mean take my clothes off. I didn't really give it a thought. Stripping in front of some guys I didn't know well had become easy, if not enjoyable, for me. It still gave me a tingle of excitement to strip in front of several guys, in what I knew was preparation for them banging me; I could tell I was already getting damp in anticipation of what was to follow. Had I become a slut? What I had to admit was that I enjoyed being screwed. I don't think I had reached the point of preferring an audience, but I certainly didn't consider that an impediment to enjoying my orgasms. As I only had four garments on, including underwear, stripping didn't take very long. Then I found out that Tommy wanted to take pictures of me in as many positions as the three of them could imagine and execute.
We went to Tommy's master bedroom and went to work using Tommy's digital camera. A week before I would have been horrified at anyone taking nude pictures of me. Now, although I didn't consider the photography of my most intimate moments beneficial, I didn't really mind. Since Mac was far away, my desire was for orgasms, and Tommy and friends proved to be very capable in this area. I really didn't want my most intimate moments to be recorded for posterity, but as long as Johnny never saw the product, I could live with it.
We started with Jack and I in the sitting wheelbarrow. Almost too soon, my body was shaking in climax. I was surprised at how easily I smiled for the camera shots. Next, Ronnie volunteered for the standing wheelbarrow. Again, Tommy tried to capture my expressions as I orgasmed. These guys clearly intended to be thorough. This was followed by the kneeling prison guard with Jack and the standing prison guard with Ronnie. Tommy joined in with the Ballroom Dancer. Jack liked the drop box. Each cameraman tried to record me as I orgasmed. I did think enough about what was happening to hope that Johnny never saw any of these pictures. By each one only screwing me until I orgasmed, they managed to postpone their orgasms. It was over two hours before Ronnie ejaculated into my well-used pussy. Next came Jack, followed by Tommy. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Tommy now must have a library of over thirty pictures of me being fucked in different positions by one of the three guys, each time in a different position.
What I didn't know was that Tommy's camera was capable of continuous video while intermittently recording stills. At the end of it, I was tired, felt a little used, and a little angry at Tommy, although it was through the haze of an endorphin rush. Ronnie and Jack said their goodbyes and left with smiles on their faces. Instead of being ashamed of my slut-like behavior, I was feeling a little proud of my accomplishment of orgasming in so many different positions with three different partners and enjoying the slowly declining dopamine high. After the others had left Tommy squeezed me and kissed me. I felt like cuddling and didn't mind if it led to one more round of sexual intimacy sans camera.
I did ask Tommy, "Please tell me there is absolutely no chance of my husband ever seeing these pictures."
"They're just for me," Tommy assured me. "I don't plan on providing them to anybody else, with the possible exception of Jack and Ronnie."
"Please make it clear to them that they are not to circulate the pictures," I asked him.
"Of course," he replied. "Let's take a bath together."
I wanted nothing more than a bath and an early bedtime. Tommy gave me what I wanted and a little more. He wanted to screw me one more time before he would let me sleep in peace. I really felt like this had been a bit much. I was feeling degraded, because of the poses, and because of the emphasis on taking the pictures just as I orgasmed. After my last fucking of the day, I was too tired to worry about it. I closed my eyes and was out like a light.
Friday
Annie
Tommy screwed me before and after breakfast. After the post-breakfast fuck, I barely had time to shower and get dressed before the limo came to take me back to Mac's house.
In the limo ride, I had time to think a little about my life. Had I become a total slut? I certainly was enjoying the frequent fuckings. It didn't even seem to be all that important who was fucking me. True, I did have a definite hierarchy. My preference was for Mac. Tommy was a bit okay. After that there were differences, but it became less personal and more just an enjoyable physical activity, ending with a nice release of dopamine and serotonin. I decided that I was acting like a slut and perhaps experiencing some of what it was like to be a slut, but once the contract was satisfied, I would return to it being more about me and less about what Mac wanted. I was uncertain if things would ever be the same between Johnny and me. The experience of the last few days had probably changed me forever. The worst part was that I was enjoying this new life even though it was almost at an end. I was also a little surprised at my feelings of wanting to see Mac and even that I was experiencing a little dampness as I thought about what we would be doing soon after his arrival.
I was on one of the great room sofas, watching television, clad in one of my new bikinis, when I heard the wop-wopping of a helicopter landing on the helipad. I couldn't help myself; I wanted to see Mac after an almost twenty-four-hour separation. I walked out to the helipad with two of the servants. They helped with the bags, and I gave Mac a hello kiss, while the servants took Mac's luggage into the house.
He greeted me with a "You - nude in the bedroom immediately." As I untied my bikini top and bottom, I could hear Mac giving the servants instructions. I pulled the covers back and was climbing into bed when Mac came in and slapped my bottom.
"Oh," I cried, and adopted a spread-eagle stance on the bed. I was rewarded with a very quick strip by Mac and without preliminaries he stuck his cock into my waiting pussy. I was more than ready and willing. Mac really was a cut above the others. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He rewarded me by vigorously exercising my genitals with his as he clasped my buttocks and sucked my tongue. I was so ready that it was only a few minutes until my body was trembling in orgasm. "Oh, Mac," was all I could say.
"Missed me, did you," he replied and rolled me over into the doggy position. Utilizing a new position every time I orgasmed, it must have been close to an hour before I felt the splash of his semen against the walls of my vagina. Even though he had mistreated me every day of our contract, I still liked the guy, and particularly the way I felt, like now, when he had given me a good reaming. I decided that we needed some good after play and licked his organ, then I moved up his body while clasping his business in my hand. It was only a few minutes before it became clear that the after play was becoming foreplay.
We went down to the informal dining area for lunch and were surprised to see Martina and Sam approaching the sliding glass door. Even Mac was a little surprised at their arrival. He went to the door and invited them to lunch. After they were served and settled down with drink in hand. Mac asked, "What brings you here? I'm happy to see you, but I wasn't expecting you."
Martina blushed and looked uncomfortable.
Sam spoke, "I think Marty is embarrassed to tell you. What she wants is another dose of what you gave her last Tuesday. I'm not in favor of it, but I want my Marty to be happy."
"Is this true, Martina?" Mac asked.
Martina blushed again. She barely was able to say, "Yes." She blushed even more.
"Then it's agreed." Mac explained, "after lunch, Martina and I will go to the Master, and Sam and Annie will go to another bedroom."
Martina moved closer to Mac, and he kissed her full on the lips. Then we turned our attention to the lunch the servants had been serving us.
