I cannot believe Frank left me alone on our first night in Vegas so he could play poker.

"You'll be fine Connie, here, take my black card and go shopping. Get something sexy for the dinner with Marco tomorrow. Get a massage. Maybe you will get lucky and the masseuse will be straight. You have my permission to do anything you want. I promise we will have fun together after we close the deal with Marco."

*Anything?" I asked. Frank and I were happily married. We didn't cheat on each other. Well, not with people. Frank's mistress was gambling. When we first met, he couldn't keep his hands off me. He was 40, I was 23. He taught me a lot about sex, opening my mind to kinks I had only read about. Over the years, as Frank's libido waned, mine rose. When Frank began having difficulty getting hard due to his advancing age things were rocky. My needs weren't being met and Frank, though he tried, was only halfheartedly into the acts. Finally, six months ago, he offered me an opportunity to have a lover. "Be a hotwife, like in that Hardison Parker book you keep under your pillow." The idea intrigued me, but it took three months of assurance that he was into the idea before I invited my trainer for a private session. His insistence on stretching me to my limits, multiple times should have sated my needs but instead, it only ignited my desires. Surprisingly Frank found a new life too when I told him what happened. I didn't even finish the story before Frank fingered my soaked pussy to another climax followed by an inspired fucking the likes of which we hadn't had in years.

The next three months Frank's desire returned, though he always needed to talk about my encounter or his desire for me to repeat the experience. This trip offered the first opportunity to try again and I was spurred on by Frank's inattentiveness. It was all so new to me that I never even thought Frank was tossing me a softball so I could find a lover.

The problem is, how? After a half day of shopping, a massage at the spa, and some topless sunbathing, my 34-year-old body was dripping with desire. I sat at the end of the chandelier bar in a short black dress that emphasized my assets in a classy way but with a projection of promised excitement.

I inhaled, intending to take a sip of my fruity pebbles drink when I caught the heady male scent just seconds before a black-haired gentleman in a well-tailored Armani suit slid onto the barstool next to mine. The woodsy aroma made its way from my nose to the center of my passion.

He didn't ask permission, and his confidence aroused my curiosity as much as my need.

"I've been watching you." He said it as if it was a perfectly normal thing to say to a stranger

"From across the bar?"

"From the moment you entered Vie Sauvage in your cutoff jean shorts and blue cami and bought that dress. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I watched you buy the blue lace thong you are currently soaking and then caught up to you at the pool where I pictured my hands massaging lotion into those perfect breasts instead of yours."

I might have been concerned about his stalking had I not been in heat. His confident delivery and brazen suggestion that I was aroused made me squirm in my seat.

"whiskey, neat. And a refill for the lady."

He turned toward me while the bartender mixed our drinks. He placed his left hand on the inside of my right thigh, squeezing it firmly. Waves of lust seemed to flow from his grip into my core.

"in a moment, the waiter will bring our drinks. In five minutes I am going to be fingering you in the elevator on the way to my suite where you are going to lick, suck and fuck me until you can barely walk."

I never thought such a sentence could resonate with my naughty inner slut but I suddenly wanted nothing more than to do what he described.

"And if I decline?" I wasn't going to give in easily.

"Then you can spend the rest of tonight sipping your drink and wondering which other girl is screaming her way through her fifth orgasm in the penthouse tonight while you fall asleep needy and wanting."

He leaned close, his breath hot on my ear. His hand slid under my dress stopping centimeters from my wetness. Could he feel my heat?

"you are needy and wanting, aren't you?"

With that, he took a sip of his whiskey, left a $100 tip on the bill, and headed toward the elevator. He did not look back to see if I was following him, though he effortlessly looped his arm in mine as I caught up.

Without a word, he led me to the penthouse private elevator.

"Take them off."

Despite his promises, his bold command took me by surprise.

"Unless you want me to tear your new panties, take them off and hand them to me."

A thrill tickled my insides and I found myself turning to the side, wriggling the thong to my ankles, and stepping out of them. As expected, they were heavily soaked. I held them out, blushing at how slutty I must look. He took them and placed them in his pocket, then, without warning, he pressed me up against the wall, his hand lifting my dress to my hips while his other hand found its way into my folds. My knees went weak. With my heightened arousal and two drinks i. Me, I was already a mess, but feeling him sloshing around my cunt as if he owned it started a waterfall. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the whimpers coming from my mouth. I might have climaxed had we not reached our destination.

As the door opened, the man whispered, "Last chance to turn back."

Did he expect me to stop now? He was aware of my dripping passion. I was in.

The penthouse was incredible. A wall-to-wall window overlooked the Vegas skyline. He escorted me to a spot overlooking the linq and sphere. I had never seen Vegas from this height. The sparkling lights were beautiful. He carefully placed my drink on a table.

"You should feel lucky. All those men and women down there will never feel the pleasure you will tonight."

His hands seemed to be all over me except where I needed them. My hips, my arms, my shoulders. My body trembled with excitement.

"Face me… Good."

His lips were on mine, pressing firmly, his tongue gently slipping into my mouth. That woodsy scent made me lightheaded, but this time there was a musk mingled with it, his arousal, I presumed. His hands fit into the curve of my waist and he hoisted me into the air, placing me on the edge of a long dresser before I lost my balance. He positioned his body between my legs. Somehow, the movement caused my dress to ride over my hips and I was fully exposed.

"Oh, Fu.." My profanity was silenced by his mouth returning to my lips. The source was the back of his finger pressing into my folds and teasing my clit. A far cry from the urgent pumping in the elevator, he now took his time. I wrapped my hands around his neck for balance as my body writhed and shook. This man knew how to pet a pussy. When he slid two fingers into me and toyed my clit with his thumb I cried out, begging for release. I felt his smug growl as his kisses became more forceful.

Suddenly he stopped. My breathing seemed to echo throughout the spacious room.

"I can tell by the tightening of your cunt that you want to come. Am I right?"

I couldn't deny it. My pussy was on fire and his self-congratulatory question only made me hotter. My hips were wiggling, trying to push myself over the edge but he held fast, his thumb unmoving against my clit, his fingers pressed deep into my core.

"In a moment, I will give you your release. The first of many tonight. Unless you want to leave. You can leave any time, the door is open and I won't stop you."

Why would I want to leave? The thought of denying myself the delicious sensations he was stirring was unfathomable.

"But you won't leave, will you." His fingers shifted, giving me a hint of the pleasures to come.

"No. Please."

"Please what?"

I wasn't sure if he wanted me to call him sir or just beg. I had never been dominated before but there was no other word for the way he made me feel. I desired to be his slut. I wanted to please this still unnamed stranger.

His fingers wriggled. Although I tried to stifle it, a squeal escaped my lips.

"Say it. Tell me how much you want me to let you come."

He was enjoying this. He knew I was lost in the tendrils of lust which began as his thumb rocked softly against my clit and spread to every corner of my body. My chest was heaving as I panted like a happy pet. The stiff buds poking through the sheer silk of the dress ached to be pinched. I would have done it myself but I realized my hips had somehow lifted off the desk and my hands and his were the only things keeping me from falling. I was at his mercy and he knew it.

"Please, don't toy with me. I'm so hot for you."

"Say it." He tightened his grip on my pussy, forcing his fingers deeper into my waterfall.

"Please, let me come."

"Hmm, I don't think you want it badly enough." He relaxed his fingers and I moaned as they slid partially out of my body."

"Nooo, please fuck me with your fingers. I'll do anything for you. Please. I need to come so much."

I wasn't lying. As he toyed with me, my need was overwhelming. Nobody ever edged me before. I tried it myself, but it never felt this potent. I guess knowing I was the one to determine when I gave in to myself took some of the power away. Now, this stranger, how do I not know his name? was fully in control and he wanted me to admit it.

"Oh, Fuck. I need to come. You win, I am yours. Use me, tease me, fuck me. Whatever it takes, just let me come."

I won't forget his smile. It was both sexy and terrifying. Without a word, he let me know that I was his. What he planned to do with me, I had no idea, but I just handed him the key to my body and pleasure center.

"Good girl."

He rewarded me with a kiss before he set my bottom on the edge of the desk, placed the palm of his left hand against my pelvic bone, and began thrusting his fingers inside. Slow at first, allowing my pleasure to build, then plateau.

I could feel the change though. No longer was he teasing me, he was simply applying a technique that was intended to work me into a frenzy. It worked. As he quickened the pace, I gripped the edge of the desk tightly, my hips jerking toward his fingers as they pulled away, then rising as he thrust.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight, but you've been such a good cum slut, I am going to let you explode now. In 5….4… The rapid pulse of his thrusts produced a sensual squish. 3… 2… How did he know when I would come? I can feel it, no way to stop it now. His thumb and fingers pushed up while his palm pushed down and my world disappeared into ecstasy. There was only my pussy, his fingers, and the booming reverb of my cries of pleasure. I couldn't control my shaking.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the bed staring at the naked chest of the man who just fingered me to the best orgasm I ever had. He wore only a pair of silk boxer briefs. His body was sculpted but not muscle-bound. The ridges of his abs were defined. The thick outline of the cock I preyed would soon be inside me seemed to twitch invitingly.

My body was on fire. I was sore, but my arousal hadn't abated. I looked at the clock. I estimated that I was unconscious or in subspace for 30 minutes.

My scent filled the room. Without looking, I knew my thighs and the bed were soaked.

"Oh good, you're back." He helped me sit up and sip some water.

He smiled again and took a seat in a chair that faced the foot of the bed, allowing him a direct view of my still twitching pussy.

"Take a minute, then we will see if you can handle another one."

To be continued soon.

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