Desecrating The Suite

by Dirk Rockwell

  DESECRATING THE SUITE

  FILTHY VEGAS WEEKEND: VOLUME ONE

  By Dirk Rockwell

  Copyright 2016 Dirk Rockwell

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DESECRATING THE SUITE

  ALSO BY DIRK ROCKWELL

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  DESECRATING THE SUITE

  We had just passed State Line when the Viagra began to take hold.

  “Shit,” I said. “I almost timed it perfectly.”

  “What’s that?” Jackie said, looking over at me.

  I shot my eyes down towards the bulge in my groin.

  “Oh,” she said with a nasty little smile. “Don’t worry, we can take care of that.”

  Before I could protest she had undone her seatbelt and was leaning over the center console. She undid my zipper and negotiated my cock out of my pants with practiced ease.

  “I still don’t understand why you took that stuff,” she said as she stroked my rock-hard cock. “It’s not like you have trouble getting it up.”

  “Well, I figure we only have 24 hours in Vegas and I mean to make every single one of them count.”

  “Ahhh, Johnny,” she said only half-mockingly. “You’re such a romantic.”

  And with that, she dropped her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.

  “Not half as romantic as you are,” I mumbled while trying desperately to keep my attention on the road ahead. Luckily it was already past midnight on a Wednesday, so there were only a couple other cars around.

  Jackie took my cock deeper in her throat, held it there for a couple seconds, gagged once, then popped it out. It was only then that I realized I was pushing 95 and straddling two lanes. I swerved back into the fast lane and let my foot off the accelerator.

  “Jesus,” I said. “Are you trying to kill us?”

  Laughing, she spit on my cock and started jerking it with one hand while the other ran up and down my chest. “No,” she said, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. “I’m just trying to get you to pull over so you can put that monster of yours to good use.”

  “Well shit, why didn’t you say so?”

  “I thought I just did,” she said before going right back to work on my cock.

  I swerved across two lanes of traffic to make the next off-ramp, crossed under the freeway, and came to a stop just off the access road.

  I’d barely turned the engine off and already Jackie was scrambling on top of me, straddling me in the driver’s seat, her sundress the perfect outfit for what she had in mind. She slipped one of her perfect little tits out of the top of her dress and leaned forward and stuck it in my face. I took the nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it. I bit down, eliciting a gasp from her. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in closer to her chest. I reached down and slid her g-string to the side and started rubbing her clit to get her warmed up. It was totally unnecessary, as she was already soaking wet, but still I continued to rub, getting her even more wound up.

  “Enough,” Jackie said. “I need you inside me.”

  She reached down and took my cock in her hand then sat down on it, her pussy engulfing it with just a hint of resistance. She immediately started bouncing on it, her hips slamming down into me roughly. I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, which only served to fuel her frenzy even further. She put her hands on my chest and closed her eyes and went to work, lost in herself, groaning in time with her downward thrusts. Her long brown hair was thrown to the side and covering half of her face and she was biting down on her bottom lip. Her slender neck was stretched taut and a little rivulet of sweat was trickling down towards her single exposed breast. Watching Jackie work her body onto mine brought me to the point of exploding but I knew she was right there too, so I held off until she got off.

  A few seconds later and she was there. She dropped her hips down onto my cock one last time and held them there.

  “Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she screamed as her body quivered in orgasm. The insides of her pussy squeezed my cock, triggering my own release, which I shot inside her with a couple final thrusts of my own.

  She leaned forward and gave me a little kiss, then slipped my cock out of her pussy. She slid her panties back into place and crawled over to the passenger’s seat while I stuffed my cock back into my pants. I still had a hard on but it wasn’t nearly as urgent as before.

  “Not a bad way to start the trip,” I said as we made our way back to the freeway.

  “Just think of what we can do with a whole suite at our disposal,” she said. “Not to mention after we’ve had a few drinks to loosen ourselves up.”

  I smiled and looked over at her. She was positively beaming in anticipation. Laughing, I turned my eyes back to the road. It was going to be a crazy trip.

  #

  Jackie and I had been good friends from elementary school all the way through high school but had gone our separate ways after graduation, both going to different colleges and eventually getting into a couple of horrible marriages. Mine had ended in an arrest and near prison time for assaulting the dude my wife was fucking behind my back. Jackie’s had ended with her stripping and then spending a few months shooting some amateur porn shortly after she’d found her husband blowing another man in his office.

  Running into each other had been pure luck. Both of us were back in our hometown visiting our parents for a couple of days when we literally bumped into each other at one of the local bars one night. It was like getting hit with in the gut with a sledgehammer. We immediately broke off from the groups we’d come with and got ourselves a table and started talking.

  By midnight, we were both wasted and wondering how we’d allowed ourselves to drift apart after graduation. By 2AM we were in a hotel room fucking our brains out. Less than a week later we were living together. That was nine months ago and we haven’t looked back since. Not so much as an argument between us.

  Now I know what you’re thinking right now. Yeah right, you’re so full of shit. Every couple argues.

  Well, not us. Not a single time. I know it sounds crazy but hey, what can I say? It is what it is. Don’t believe me? Doesn’t matter to me. Believe whatever you want. I only know what I know, and I know that we haven’t been in a single argument since we hooked up this second time.

  And the sex? Wow. The great thing about her short time in porn was that it had completely obliterated her inhibitions. And she was working on breaking down mine. Which meant that we did shit on a regular basis that most couples only dream about. Personally, I think our incredible sex life had a huge impact on the health of our relationship. Regular, perverted sex combined with plenty of money and no kids leads to a pretty stress-free life. And without stress, who needs to argue?

  #

  Our suite at the Rio was ridiculous. We knew we were in for a treat when we needed to insert our key card into a slot on the elevator just to get to the right floor. But once we opened the door to the room we were blown awa
y.

  Two stories. 1500 square feet. Marbled floors. Baby grand piano. Two hot tubs. Three showers. A sauna. 4 couches. A California King bed. And one whole wall was nothing but a giant window giving us a full view of the Vegas Strip.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Jackie said as she bounced around the room with glee, checking the whole thing out. “This is insane!”

  “You like it, huh?”

  “Like it? I fucking love it!”

  “I thought you might,” I said, playing it cool. We were in the bedroom, up on the second floor, overlooking the rest of the suite.

  “There’s only one problem,” Jackie said.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m never going to want to leave the room.”

  “Who says we need to leave the room?”

  “Don’t you want to play some poker?”

  “I kind of figured we were just going to get wasted and fuck all weekend.”

  “Really? You’d do that for me?”

  “Of course,” I said. “Why do you think I took that Viagra before we left? Besides, I can play poker anytime I want.”

  “What? And you can’t fuck me anytime you want?” Jackie’s tone was harsh but the smile on her face was playful.

  “Not while we’re in a thousand dollar a night room I can’t,” I said. “The way I figure it, we’ve only got about 20 hours in the suite. And we need to make use of all of them if we want to desecrate every room in here.”

  “Awwwww,” she said, craning her neck up to give me a kiss. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

  “You know me, Mr. Rico Suave.”

  “Rico Suave?” she said. “I was thinking Prince Charming.”

  “Yeah right,” I said. “More like Chester the Molester.”

  “Even better,” Jackie said, grinning evilly.

  She laughed and rubbed her ass up against me. My dick immediately got hard. She felt it too, turning her head and looking at me with wide eyes.

  “Rearing to go again already?”

  “What can I say? That Viagra works wonders.”

  “It sure as hell does,” she said, dropping to her knees right there. She had my belt undone and my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my rock-hard cock in her mouth a heartbeat after that.

  Looking up at me, maintaining eye contact, she sucked my cock, working the head with her mouth while she gently stroked my shaft, caressing it more than anything.

  She popped my cock out of her mouth, smacked it against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the underside, slowly, starting at my ball sack and working her way towards the tip.

  “That feels so fucking good,” I said, mostly to myself.

  “Of course it does,” she said. “Unlike most girls, I know what I’m doing.”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  Laughing, she climbed to her feet. With her hand wrapped around my cock, she led me out of the bedroom.

  “Where are we going?” I said.

  “Time to start desecrating other parts of the suite,” she said. “Starting with the shower.”

  The shower was huge, with easily enough room for both of us to move around. But more importantly, it had three separate heads, providing more than enough angles of water to keep both of us wet at all times. There’s nothing worse than being in a shower with someone and not getting any water.

  We started slowly, kissing and making out while the water sprayed down us, reveling in the sensation provided by the liquid upon the other’s skin. A couple minutes later, Jackie’s hand ventured down to my still-hard cock and she started jerking me off while continuing to explore my mouth with hers. For some reason this had always turned me on far more than it had any reason to; as much as intercourse itself and even right up there with getting a blow job.

  To combat this, I ran my hand down her stomach and started rubbing her pussy, hoping to distract myself (and her) enough to keep from blowing my load too quickly.

  Starting with one finger and quickly working my way up to two, and then three, I fingered Jackie’s snatch, varying the speed and pressure in which I worked to keep her on edge. Her interest in jerking me off waned quite a bit (exactly as I’d hoped) as she closed her eyes and lost herself, her breath getting shorter and her moans getting louder as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

  A short time later she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and proceeded to suck her juices from them while staring at me the whole time, taunting me with her sluttiness, knowing how much it turned me on.

  “How do you taste?” I asked her, a little smile playing on my lips.

  “Here,” she said. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

  She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

  “Pretty tasty,” I said once our lips parted ways. “Pretty tasty indeed.”

  “Don’t worry,” Jackie said as she slid her hand down my wet body. “You’ll be getting a much longer taste later. But right I need that fat dick of yours inside of me.”

  “Is that right?”

  She nodded and backed herself up against the shower wall, pulling me along with her. Using the wall for balance she casually threw her leg straight up in the air, her heel right above my shoulder. Her insane flexibility is one of the many things I love about her; it certainly made sex far more interesting. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It slid in with just a hint of resistance.

  Even though she was dripping wet, I worked my cock slowly at first, sliding in and out of her pussy from tip to base, letting her feel my whole length with every stroke.

  “I love having you inside me,” she said.

  “I love being inside you,” I replied, not caring how cheesy it sounded because it was true.

  She leaned in and planted her lips on mine, kissing me and running her hands through my hair as we continued to fuck. Her tongue grew more insistent, which in turn made me more excited, resulting in me slamming my cock into her with ever-increasing urgency.

  “Not so fast, mister,” she said, bringing her leg back down and backing away, forcing my cock from her pussy. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

  Smiling, Jackie turned off the showers and headed over to the Jacuzzi tub. Bending over at the waist, deliberately not bending her knees at all, she turned on the water. It was all I could do to keep myself from running over and sticking my dick back into her.

  She glanced in the mirror and saw me staring at her ass, my mouth all but hanging open.

  “You like what you see?” she said.

  “You know I do.”

  “Then go open a bottle of wine and maybe I’ll give you that taste I promised earlier.”

  I went down stairs, popped open a bottle of Napa Valley Silver Oak and grabbed a couple of wineglasses and brought them upstairs. When I got there, Jackie was sitting on the counter, her legs spread wide and her fingers playing with her pussy.

  “Sorry,” she said, flashing me a mock-innocent look. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

  “Not a problem,” I said. “You want some wine?”

  “In a minute.”

  “Just let me know when.” I poured myself a glass of wine and perched myself on the opposite countertop to watch Jackie work on herself.

  And she put on quite a show. Starting with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, then three, then four, moving faster and faster, staring at me the entire time, her breathing rate increasing, her moans getting louder and louder,.

  I knew she loved watching me just as much as I loved watching her so I finished off my glass of wine and started stroking my cock.

  Jackie’s hand moved up to her clit and she went to work on it, rubbing it in a circular motion with growing intensity. She was biting her bottom lip and she was breathing in moaning gasps. Then her breath caught in her throat and her body shimmied and shook for a moment before she regained control of herself. A little min
i-orgasm, apparently.

  Smiling, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and cleaned them off one-by-one, then beckoned me over. “And bring the wine with you,” she added.

  I filled the glasses with wine, hopped off the counter and carried both glasses and the bottle over towards her. I handed her one glass and drained the other in one gulp, then dropped to my knees and started eating her pussy.

  I don’t understand why most men get grossed out by the idea of eating a girl out. The way I see it, there’s nothing better then getting down there and licking her silky smoothness, tasting her juices, causing her to squirm and shake and shimmy and groan. After all, it’s all about getting your girl off, right? And I’ve never come across one who doesn’t like being on the receiving end of oral sex. Usually more than penetration itself. Plus there’s no pressure, no danger of finishing, so you can just relax and go to town without having to worry about ending things prematurely on your end. Personally, I could do it all night long and be perfectly happy, especially the way Jackie gets off on it.

  She was making little mewling sounds that were punctuated by quick gasps of breath whenever I’d mix things up, like suck on her clit for a few moments or run my tongue down to her asshole or stick a couple fingers inside her or make my tongue rigid and fuck her with it. Every once in a while I’d shift the angle of my head a bit so I could look up at her and the look of pure enjoyment would always excite me even further and renew my vigor.

  About five minutes in I noticed that Jackie tasted a little different. Curious, I looked up to see her pouring her glass of wine onto the lower part of her washboard stomach, right below the belly button. The wine was trickling down her skin and into her pussy and into my mouth.

  “You like?” she said.

  Smiling, I nodded.

  She poured a little more and I lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. It was quite good; Jackie’s juices adding just a little sweetness to the wine.

  “I think we found a new vintage,” I said once the glass was empty. “If we could figure out a way to bottle that combination we’d make millions.”