I took his prick in my mouth and sucked it. His come spurted down my throat like slippery oysters. I kept licking and sucking after he finished.
As we dressed to go down to the casino, I asked Donnie to do me a favor. “Keep treating me like I’m Lorraine tonight,” I said. “Call me by her name.”
“Whatever you say, beautiful.”
I wore my trashiest outfit, a red satin minidress with a hem so high you could see the crotch of my panties when I leaned over the craps table. I told Donnie to finger me between the legs, so everyone could see. He was happy to comply.
I noticed a lot of men staring at my body. A lot of women were casting glances my way, too.
They looked pissed off.
At the roulette table, one girl was glancing more at Donnie than at me. She had blonde bangs and a baby face, but the body stuffed into her pullover blouse and tight jeans was all woman. She eased up on Donnie’s other side. The little bitch was definitely interested in him.
I was about to tell her to find her own man. Then I realized why she was so unconcerned about my presence. She didn’t think I was Donnie’s girlfriend. She thought I was his whore.
She might have been a hooker herself, but I had the feeling she wasn’t. She seemed to be nothing more than a shitty girl who was on the prowl and hoping to get laid. Donnie is a damned good-looking guy, so it was no wonder she had set her sights on him.
Donnie noticed her intentions. He told me, “I think we better find another table, before you start a cat-fight with this chick.”
I looked him right in the eye. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, loud enough for the girl to hear. “If you want her to join us, it’s up to you. So long as I still get paid.”
Donnie looked like a kid on Christmas morning. I knew he would go for the idea of a three-way. God knows he had talked about it often enough in the past.
“Shit, baby, that’s great,” he said. He turned to the stranger. “How about it, honey? You want to go upstairs and have some fun?”
The girl looked at me and pouted. “Does she have to come with us?”
I couldn’t believe what Donnie said next—but I stayed in character and tried not to react.
“Lorraine will be coming along,” Donnie said, “but she’ll just watch. Unless you decide you want her to join in, that is.”
Part of me wanted to scream. Another part, though, was turned on. Forcing myself to watch Donnie fuck another girl without acting jealous would be an all-new experience.
We went to our room. The girl told us her name was Susie. “Both of you strip,” Donnie told us.
“You’re pretty wild,” Susie said, putting her arms around Donnie and kissing him. “I like that.”
I watched him pull her top over her head while I peeled off my minidress. Susie reached between her shoulderblades and unsnapped her bra. I noted with pride that her tits were not as big as mine. Donnie unfastened her jeans. Susie sat on the edge of the bed so he could tug her pants down her legs. The little bitch wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was completely shaved. She had done a good job, too.
Sitting on the bed, Susie undid Donnie’s slacks. She pulled them and his boxers down. Donnie’s cock was hard. She put her mouth over it and bobbed her head up and down, taking about half its length.
Donnie looked over at me. I was in a chair with my legs spread, rubbing my mound and licking my lips. That was not entirely for show. To my surprise, I really was getting turned on watching Donnie with another girl.
“I sure hope you like eating pussy,” Susie said, scooting back onto the bed and opening her legs. “I’m dying to feel your tongue in my cunt.”
I watched Donnie hold the lips of her smooth-shaven slit apart. She was very wet and pink. I watched my boyfriend lean over and put his mouth on another girl’s snatch. From the way his jaw muscles started working, I could tell he was giving her one hell of a good tonguing.
I couldn’t resist making myself part of the action. “Eat her pussy good, baby,” I said from my chair. “Just the way you ate mine this afternoon.”
Susie looked over at me with a grin. “Oh, he’s doing a good job, all right.” She pulled her knees up some more, tilting her crotch higher. She asked Donnie, “How about if you lick my asshole a little? I keep it nice and clean. Go ahead and see.”
Donnie didn’t even hesitate. I watched him run his tongue from Susie’s pussy down to her crinkled little anus. He circled her hole a couple of times, then pushed inside.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass,” Susie whispered to Donnie. “Do you have any lube, to help make it easier?” She looked over at me. “I’ll bet you’ve got some, don’t you? Hurry up, I need it bad. I want his dick up my asshole.”
She was in luck. I had a tube in my purse. I only let Donnie fuck my ass on special occasions. But I knew he would want some of my butt while we were in Vegas— “vacation sex” always brings out the animal in guys—so I had packed accordingly.
Keeping my jealousy at bay, I got the lube. I walked over to where Donnie was licking Susie’s crack. Donnie reached to take the tube from my hand.
“No, I want her to do it,” Susie said. “Squirt some on my asshole and work it in, Lorraine. Then rub some onto Donnie’s big dick.”
This was more than I had bargained for, but there was no way that I could stop my charade now. Susie still had her crotch tilted up. She held her butt cheeks apart. I squirted lube into the neat little notch of her asshole. Then I reached for her anus with two of my fingertips.
Susie eased open her ass as I massaged the lube inside. This was so erotic! I was greasing up another girl’s ass so my boyfriend could fuck her there. I should have been disgusted and resentful. But I was so incredibly excited that my pussy felt like it was dripping.
“Now do his dick,” Susie said.
I squirted a line of lube down the length of Donnie’s rigid cock and rubbed it in. I saw a little drop of pre-come ooze from the tip of his dick. “He’s ready,” I said.
“Then come on and fuck my ass, Donnie,” Susie whispered. “Stick it in me.”
Donnie got into position, pressing the swollen tip of his dick against Susie’s anus. I rubbed my greasy hands all over his chest, making it shine. “Fuck her ass,” I told him. “Fuck her hard.”
Susie groaned as Donnie shoved his prick up her asshole. He had to work it in and out a little to make any progress. By the time he was all the way in, Susie’s eyes were rolled up in her head with pleasure.
I kissed Donnie’s mouth while he buggered Susie’s ass. I felt Susie’s hands on my hips. “Let me eat you, Lorraine,” she said. “Sit on my face and let me suck your cunt.”
I placed my knees on either side of her blonde head. I felt her tongue lapping my split, probing my fuckhole, and circling my anus. She was in sexual overdrive. She was woman enough for both of us.
“I’m going to come,” Donnie said. “I’m going to come in her ass.”
“Do it, lover,” I said. “Give her what you gave me.”
Donnie threw back his head and groaned. He came so hard I could see the veins in his neck bulging. When he pulled his drained cock out of Susie’s butt, I looked down and saw his thick semen running down her smooth crack. That sight, combined with what Susie was doing to my pussy, made me start climaxing myself.
“Do it, Lorraine,” Susie said, hearing me whimper. “Come for me. Come in my face.”
I bucked above her as my pussy spasmed. When I was finished, I kissed her on the lips. I could taste my pussy there. Donnie watched the two of us like a man in a dream.
“You were fantastic,” I told Susie, meaning it quite sincerely. Then, remembering who I was supposed to be, I added, “You should think about getting into my line of work. You would make a fortune.”
“Do you really think so?” she said, getting up on her elbows and grinning.
I ran my hand over her stiff nipples and cupped one of her hard little breasts. “Most definitely,” I said. “Why don’t y
ou ask Donnie what he thinks?”
She looked at him. Donnie got a half-smirk on his face and said, “I don’t know. You might need a little more practice. Can you stay the rest of the night with us?” He winked at me, obviously hoping I would keep playing along.
He was pushing his luck more than a little bit, but I didn’t mind. After all, we were in Vegas.—F.D., Chicago, Illinois
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