“Maybe I will. I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas. Wanna come?”
He stood and took his cap from my dresser. “I would love to, but I have to settle into this night shift thing. I’ve never worked nights before.” He checked his watch. “I had better get outta here before Daisha fires me, too.”
“She could do that?”
“No. The state of Michigan is my employer. Knowing her she’d try it, however.”
“You want me to walk you to the door?”
“You stay there and rest. I’ve kept you from real sleep long enough. The important thing is don’t worry. Things will work out. I’ll use my key and lock up.”
I watched Troy leave my bedroom, but knew he’d be back after his shift. The thing to do, plan a vacation and give my mind a rest
Troy hadn’t taken me up on my offer to go to Vegas so I sat in the airport alone thinking of how much I already missed him. Even the travel magazines featuring exotic places I knew my ass couldn’t afford couldn’t take my mind from him. Daisha finally left us alone, realizing she had not won, so we were free from that bull at least. But I wanted Troy right there with me.
I continued to thumb through the travel brochures when a black carry-on landed next to mine. I looked up and saw Troy smiling down at me. “See, I took your advice and put in for an early vacation.”
I stood and my arms automatically wrapped around him, hugging him so tight with a strength I didn’t know I had. “I’m so glad to see my baby. What’s a vacation without a lover?”
“A boring one.”
“Not anymore. What made you decide?”
“I’m so damn tired of everything—that night shift, Daisha, her brother who’s now my direct boss. I’m just so tired of it all.” He took my hand and kissed it. “Then I thought about you, and spending time alone with you in a hotel in some nice, exotic place. It was so tempting I went right for it.”
I looked into his tired eyes, eyes ready to sleep as soon as the plane taxied. That was exactly what he did, and slept practically the entire way to Vegas. Daisha had found yet another way to keep stressing him out. But that was about to end if I had anything to do with it.
Once we landed in Vegas, we went directly to the hotel to catch some z’s before venturing out to explore. He sat our luggage inside the door, then moved into my arms. As he moved into me, I could feel his already stiff shaft pressing into my stomach. It felt so luscious that I almost came right there within his arms. He was so thick and stiff, practically pushing into me. My core started throbbing and getting wetter by the second. All I could think about was how it would feel to have him pushing that hot, hard erection all the way through me.
I knew I had to get Troy out of my arms, because he was tired. But what I really wanted was to move all over him and let him eat me out like I was a Big Mac with a side order of fries. My juices would be all over him; he would be drenched in my ocean so well that he wouldn’t be able to wash my scent from him.
I moved my hands through his hair and it felt great. It was so silky between my fingers that I almost came from that alone. I cleared my throat and pushed back a bit, saying, “Troy, you need to go to sleep. You’re tired.”
He moved in closer, not letting me go. His lips were at my ear and each time he spoke it tickled. That just made my center slick, and my g-spot throbbed even harder. I tried pushing him away from me again but he moaned, “Let me just stay a little longer in your arms.”
“Troy.”
He held me tighter. “Please, don’t make me leave.”
What could I say to him? I was so crazy in love with him that I would have walked a tightrope for him had he asked. “Okay, but let’s get out of this door before everyone in the place sees us.”
He stepped back and looked into my eyes. “I just need to be with someone who cares about me.”
“You know I love you, Troy.”
“Yes, I can count on you when the chips are down, and they are always down lately. Thank God the hearing for the divorce is coming up soon.”
I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Troy lay across it and buried his face into my pillow. Moments later, I hadn’t heard anything and assumed he was sleeping. As I watched him, I imagined how deep his tongue had entered my mouth so many times before. I imagined him between my thighs; how well he caressed me until I spilled all over him. I swear I was getting so hot that I thought I was going to have to move to the other side of the bed and do it to myself.
That was exactly what I did. He had fallen asleep, and the minute I heard deep breathing, I slid the zipper of my jeans down, pulled the panties aside and slid two fingers so deeply into myself that I instantly moaned, “Oh, God, rock me, Troy…take me.” I had such an enormous orgasm that I rocked the bed. It was marvelous, yet frustrating at the same time. I wanted him so badly because my own fingers were a sorry excuse for what he had for me. I kept my tempo up and gave myself a third orgasm just as he awakened.
I quickly fixed my clothes as he rolled over smiling at me. “Why did you let me go to sleep, Tracey?”
I was so glad that he didn’t catch me in the act that I was glad to answer any of his questions. “You were very tired, sweetie.”
He stretched and yawned. “I’m still tired.” Then he looked at me with this strange expression. “Could you do something for me?”
“What?”
“I could really use a back massage. Would you?”
I patted the bed. “Roll over on your tummy.” I started slowly stroking his shoulders and moved down to his middle back. I swear, just touching his back gave me chills beyond reason.
He couldn’t get comfortable for some reason, then he said the ultimate to me. “No, don’t do it like that. Pull up my shirt.”
I pulled his shirt up past his shoulders and wanted to drool. He was killing me and didn’t even know it.
I sat on his butt and massaged his shoulders, sides and the middle of his back. I silently came so many times that I was about wore out, and he hadn’t even touched me. The band of his jockeys were showing, torturing me even more. My hands moved back down to his lower back and delicately massaged around the band of his underwear, pinching him, raking my nails across him. I was losing it. He had to give it up before I died of rapture from my own lover.
His voice brought me back to reality. “Do my chest now.”
He turned over, sat up, pulled the polo over his shoulders, and returned to my pillow. His dark hair shone so brightly against the stark white pillow, and his chocolate nipples stood to attention. Everything on him looked like it was begging to be loved.
I slowly mounted him and sat on his crotch. I had to cover my mouth because I was about to let out a scream brought on only by a raging erection. I covered my mouth and slowly sank onto it. He opened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I quickly said, “Nothing.”
He smiled a sly smile and closed his eyes again. He knew what was going down, but just didn’t admit it. Fine, if he was going to be that way about it, so was I. I was about to nail his sexy self and make him beg for me like he did just about every night.
I rubbed my hands together to get them nice and warm, and started in on his pecs. My hands slowly moved up and down his chest and stomach, massaging, rubbing, squeezing everything in sight. I looked down at him and realized just how much I wanted him because my nipples were hard and poking through the material. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to my sides. The demi bra I had on covered barely anything.
I think he could sense my top was off because his eyes slowly opened and zeroed in on my breasts. “What are you doing?”
“I was hot, so I shed a few things.”
He smiled and moved both thumbs tenderly across my nipples, shooting me straight to Venus. While he rubbed them between his fingers, he looked at me. “Your nipples are so sexy. Before I met you, I actually dreamed of touching them.”
He slid my shoulder straps down my arms. My breasts were fully exposed to him b
y the time he finished, and he cupped both within his hands. Though his hands felt so good squeezing them, I couldn’t help but think about Daisha. She would blow a gasket if she had seen us doing what we were about to do in Nevada.
He murmured, “I love you so much, girl. I never thought I would love anyone the way I love you.”
“I’ve always loved you, Troy, from the first day I saw you. Remember the day you gave me that ticket?”
“How could I forget? Now I have something bigger to give you.”
“Let me guess, your gun?”
“You know I’m famous for my gun tricks.” His eyes lowered to the loaded erection ripping his pants open. He stroked it up and down, then replaced his hand with mine, massaging it to maximum length. It was so hard and stiff within my hands. I could feel all those thick veins pressing and struggling to be set free and invade me once again. His eyes met mine. “Go on, take it out.”
I moved my hand inside his pants, immediately feeling his heat, and I couldn’t wait to slide it out. My hands wrapped around it, and I could feel it pumping power to his tip; it was the prettiest thing imaginable. I slowly kissed him and licked my way down his chest and stomach, landing back at his tip. My eyes met his again. “Take me, Troy. Take me now, deep, hard and all night long.”
He stood from the bed and I watched that delicious cock bounce around as he removed his pants. He stripped me of my clothing and started kissing each and every part of me. I moaned and screamed as he licked my bare flesh until it was almost raw. When he reached my core, it was already wet for him. He wasted no time kissing it, then slid three fingers inside of me. He stroked me several times. “You are so incredible, Tracey.”
I stroked his cheek. “Take it.”
He moved to my breasts, licked and tugged ferociously on the tender tips while I cradled him in my arms. The idea of Troy on top of me made me burn even more for him. He must have sensed that because his moist lips left my nipples. “Let me come inside, sugar. Let me play around and make you explode all over me.”
“How do you want it this time?”
“In all positions, baby. Let’s start like this.” He put me on my knees and moved behind me. I heard him unwrap his protection. I felt incredible pressure as he pushed that marvelous rod into me. I tightened my muscles to add depth and excitement…he gladly accepted. He rocked his body so smoothly up and down on mine that I came two more times. I screamed and moaned to his satisfaction the entire night. The feel of his chest slamming against my back made me yell uncontrollably. I liked that position. I thought we had done it all, but this was yet a new one to master. We did it in every thinkable position, from missionary to 69 and everything in between, all night long, as the television played porn movies. He had secretly ordered them at the front desk.
We changed positions, and I slid him into my mouth. I lay between his thighs and partook of his cream until he collapsed in my arms. I stroked his tip with my tongue over and over again, then moved slowly down his shaft, kissing every inch of him. When I got to his scrotum, I feasted like he was a four-course meal: nibbling him until he boiled over and spilled onto me. He was spent, and so glad to be that way, because he had been missing out on his love for way too long with Daisha. I spent the rest of the trip making sure I was his dream come true. As for what I got, it boiled down to three simple things, and in this order: a man I was crazy about, a great vacation, and a new job when we returned to our house, together.
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“We’ll take that one.”
Sadie knew she was in trouble when the dark, curly haired man pointed straight at her, despite her attempt to hide behind the cybernetic prostie-borg in front of her. Pasting a blank look on her face, she tried to remain calm and look like all the other girls in the lineup.
There were prosties with small breasts, some with large, and some sported racks any porn-vid queen would be proud of. Some were so short they were practically dwarf size and some were so tall they could have played for any Zero-G team in the league. Their measurements ranged from anorexically slender to downright Junoesque. They sported skin tones from ebony to golden tan to peaches and cream pale, and hair ran the gamut from blond to redheaded to brunette and every shade in between.
Every face was plastically perfect and completely blank. A Girl For Every Taste—Cybernetic Sex Made Delightfully Easy was the motto of the Prostie Palace. Every possible combination of attractive female features and attributes was represented in the silent ranks of the assembled prosties and this joker had to pick her.
Hidden inside her outrageous scarlet wig she could feel the bargain Overlook-Me chip flicker for the last time, fizzle, and die. The noninterference field she’d been wearing like a protective halo for the past two weeks faded into nonexistence. Damn it, she’d known it was a bad idea to buy her main protection from Big Bob’s Bargain Basement Chips, but what was a girl on a budget supposed to do?
It was hard enough financing the ticket from Io to Titan in the first place. In the end she’d had to ride on an ore transport that was far from luxurious. Insinuating herself into the Pleasure Dome Prostie Palace had required several bribes to the right people, both to get inside in the first place, and to add herself to the database of resident prostie-borgs. Add that to the cost of her outfit, makeup, and wig, and she barely had any credit left at all.
My whole life savings spent paying for this trip and now I’m screwed. Literally and figuratively. She stared blankly, as the man pointed her out to the mechanical madam who nodded in her direction. It was the same panicky feeling she had experienced when she first walked into the Prostie Palace and saw the kind of outrageous sexual practices that went on here. Having been raised in the morally uptight colony of Goshen on Io, the scene at the prostie brothel was an education to Sadie in more than one way.
She had financed the trip on her own for the ultimate payoff, a juicy scoop on the nitty-gritty, hardboiled life of a prostie-borg in the Outer Rings.
Prostie-borgs were cybernetic organisms grown in flesh tanks on Mars. They were a variation on the more common fleshbots that were used for manual labor all over the solar system but instead of being fitted for heavy lifting and tasks no human laborer could do, prostie-borgs were crafted specifically for sex. Despite a simple synthetic brain that put them on the mental level of a ten-year-old child, they were very popular, especially with the sex-starved men who mined the outer rings of Saturn. Intellectual stimulation wasn’t high on the must-have list of female attributes for most Ring miners, and real women were few and far between at this cold, dark end of the solar system.
Sadie was tired of covering joining ceremonies, baby showers, golden anniversaries, and all the other human interest crap that a junior reporter got saddled with at the Io Moon Times. Problem was, her senior editor, a grouchy, chauvinistic man by the name of B. F. Fields, thought that was all she could do. Sadie had set out to prove him wrong.
Taking all of her yearly vacation in one big lump, she had hopped an ore transport to the most notorious prostie brothel in the System, located on Titan, Saturn’s largest moon. There she had planned to spend her free time gathering facts for a blistering exposé that would blow the top off the barely legal prostie-borg industry. She even had a title for her article all picked out: Pain and Suffering in the Pleasure Dome: A Prostie-Borg’s Daily Life in the Outer Rings.
When she got back to Io, Fields would have to recognize her reporting prowess and promote her out of the huma
n interest section once and for all. Hell, she might even go freelance and sell her story to one of the intergalactic news vids.
Her plan had been working like a charm, too, until the bargain Overlook-Me chip began to die. When the other prosties began noticing her, Sadie knew she was in trouble, but she kept hoping the chip would last just one more week until her transport for Io left. Now the chip was good and dead and she didn’t even have a repair kit to try and get it working again. She was about to find out exactly what the prosties went through and she was afraid it wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience.
At least he looks cleaner than most of the clientele you see around here. Sadie eyed the dark man carefully. He had very tan skin and his hair was the color of bitter chocolate, curly and thick, cut short but not too close to his scalp. Any woman she knew would kill for that kind of natural curl, she thought absently, taking in the indigo eyes fringed thickly with black lashes and the narrow but sensual mouth of the man pointing her out. Broad shoulders covered in a black leather jacket tapered to a narrow waist and powerful legs. There was a heavy bulge outlined by his tight black pants that made Sadie bite her bottom lip nervously as she felt those deep blue eyes sweep over her body.
“That one,” he said again, and Sadie had no choice but to step forward. Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe it’ll add realism to the story, she thought desperately, trying to nerve herself up for the act. She felt horribly exposed in the tiny gold mesh dress that showed her breasts and sex plainly, but, after all, she’d been wearing it and outfits like it for two weeks. While the Overlook-Me chip had remained functional, no one had really seen her in them. From the look in the dark man’s eyes, he liked what he saw.
Sadie was suddenly aware that her nipples were erect with fright against the scratchy gold mesh fabric. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to keep her knees from shaking.
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