That night, the Grand Suite at the Bellagio was a celebration of both opulence and decadence; the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigars mixed with the musky aroma of lovemaking. I was leaning against the headboard of the second bedroom's king-sized bed, my naked body sun-kissed by my Latin heritage, my blonde hair like a contradiction I wore with pride.
I could feel my lips, already quite plump, now truly swollen from the intense oral sex I'd had with James, aka "Bull," and his young heir, two wealthy, handsome six-foot-four Texans whom Mali and I had met at the casino. And just then, Bull, pulling me out of bed, let out a hearty laugh and boomed, "You've been teasin' my boy enough, Hispana. Time you got what you really want…"
I didn't argue. Not when he picked me up and slammed me back onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. Not when his fingers found my entrance, slick and aching. His huge member's head, thick and flushed, was already weeping. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in, and he didn't make me wait. One solid thrust, and he was buried to the hilt, stretching me so well it hurt like hell.
"My God… Bull," I gasped. His laugh was a low, dirty thing as he started to move, each snap of his hips driving me wild. "That's it, darlin'. Take it like the greedy little slut you are!" Swapping partners was part of the plan, but now all four of us were in the same bed together: the experienced patriarch, his shy boy, and we two pleasure professionals, to end a memorable night.
Then I clutched the white linen sheets, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. "Ay, Dios. Ahh…" I breathed, my moans mixing with Mali and Colt, Bull's *** across the bed. Their moans grew louder, Mali's back arching off the mattress as that thick, banana-shaped member repeatedly hit her sensitive spot. "Oh yes, baby, please…" she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Colt's hands were gripping Mali's waist, his member disappearing in her over and over. The room was a symphony of flesh: skin slapping, wet sounds, ragged breaths. Mali leaned over and her mouth crashed onto mine as she rode Colt hard, her tongue tangling with mine while Bull penetrated me *********. I broke the kiss, gasping. "Come here, mijo," I panted, beckoning Colt closer.
He obeyed, his body glistening with sweat, his rigid, curved member glistening with Mali's juices. "Fuck. Hispana…" he said, breathless. "Dirty boy," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking in time with Bull's thrusts, feeling my own new climax coiling tight in my belly. Bull's growl was my only warning before he pulled out, his massive organ jerking in his fist.
In a jiffy, beside me, Mali had Colt's member in her hand, milking him as he groaned, his release painting her face in white streaks. "Goddamn…" Bull groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, "shugah, you're going to **** me." A heavy spurt of semen hit my cheek, then another, hot, over my lips. I stuck my tongue out, catching the next shot, tasting salt and pure man's filthy lust.
Perhaps the loss of his wife had made Bull more gruff, but there was a deep, yet hidden, kindness in him. As he caught his breath, he murmured, slapping my ass, "You know, shugah…" his warm breath on my neck, "who you remind me of, and what I feel for you is fuckin' real." To his sincere, true words, I replied, "I believe you. I can't explain it, but I felt that connection, too."
My heart was pounding from the emotion of the moment. "See?" he said, his thick fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw, "but let's think about that tomorrow." I smiled, "Tomorrow, huh? I like the sound of that." Bull looked at Mali and Colt, their bodies now slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. "But first, y'all, let's take a bath and maybe grab a bite to eat?"
When we awoke, hours later, draped in Bellagio robes, Bull and I were tender with each other, and his touch was gentle, while Mali and Colt were still curled together, radiating exhausted satisfaction. The men had given us the absolute escape we needed. That day was a pure, splendid, delightful extravagance. Bull and Colt treated us like prized possessions, not just companions.
We began with a world-class gourmet brunch, overlooking the pool. Bull was charming, regaling us with sprawling stories of ranch life and oil dealings, while Colt remained quiet, often simply watching Mali with a soft, steady gaze. "Well, now, we're fixin' to make an acquisition there, in Chicago." Bull said, glancing at us, "might need some consultants to handle… entertainment."
It was clear they weren't just paying for the weekend; they were exploring a long-term interest. That afternoon, it was time for shopping. Bull handed us each a card with no limit and a simple instruction: "Buy things you love, ladies. Real things. Things that make you feel as exquisite as you look." Mali and I moved through the luxury boutiques like two sleek and ravenous wolves.
Some designer clothes and bags, a jewelry watch for Mali, a vintage emerald ring that caught my eye. It wasn't the material possessions that truly thrilled me, however, it was the easy, shared joy with Mali, choosing shoes and laughing over Bull's outrageous spending habits. The financial stability the Texans represented was undeniable, a stark contrast to our precarious lives.
Back in the suite, Bull asked me to stay behind while the others went to change. "Are you enjoying yourself, Hispana? Ain't ya?" he asked, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the fountains dance. "It's the most real I've felt in a long time. Thank you," I responded. He looked at me, his eyes serious. "I mean… I don't want this to end when our planes leave tomorrow."
He wasn't just talking about sex; he was talking about filling a void. "You are a very generous man, James," I whispered, using his actual name for the first time. "Only when it matters," he corrected. "And you matter. You matter to me." I turned my head, my lips curling into a wicked smile as Mali stepped inside, her raven hair tousled, her lips swollen from young Colt's kisses.
Mali walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "You've decided you like Texans, haven't you, honey?" she asked, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "I like feeling whole again, Mali. And they've made me feel that way." She nodded, kissing my forehead. "I like them too." She looked at Bull. "Colt's a gentle giant, James. Your boy has the kind of heart that needs protection."
"He learned from the best," Bull replied, pulling himself up. Right after that Colt entered, buttoning his shirt. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth stained with Mali's crimson lipstick, but his eyes were bright. Bull glanced at him, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "C'mon y'all… time for a second round and a shower before bed. We'll sign the contracts tomorrow."
I could feel my lips, already quite plump, now truly swollen from the intense oral sex I'd had with James, aka "Bull," and his young heir, two wealthy, handsome six-foot-four Texans whom Mali and I had met at the casino. And just then, Bull, pulling me out of bed, let out a hearty laugh and boomed, "You've been teasin' my boy enough, Hispana. Time you got what you really want…"
I didn't argue. Not when he picked me up and slammed me back onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. Not when his fingers found my entrance, slick and aching. His huge member's head, thick and flushed, was already weeping. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in, and he didn't make me wait. One solid thrust, and he was buried to the hilt, stretching me so well it hurt like hell.
"My God… Bull," I gasped. His laugh was a low, dirty thing as he started to move, each snap of his hips driving me wild. "That's it, darlin'. Take it like the greedy little slut you are!" Swapping partners was part of the plan, but now all four of us were in the same bed together: the experienced patriarch, his shy boy, and we two pleasure professionals, to end a memorable night.
Then I clutched the white linen sheets, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. "Ay, Dios. Ahh…" I breathed, my moans mixing with Mali and Colt, Bull's *** across the bed. Their moans grew louder, Mali's back arching off the mattress as that thick, banana-shaped member repeatedly hit her sensitive spot. "Oh yes, baby, please…" she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Colt's hands were gripping Mali's waist, his member disappearing in her over and over. The room was a symphony of flesh: skin slapping, wet sounds, ragged breaths. Mali leaned over and her mouth crashed onto mine as she rode Colt hard, her tongue tangling with mine while Bull penetrated me *********. I broke the kiss, gasping. "Come here, mijo," I panted, beckoning Colt closer.
He obeyed, his body glistening with sweat, his rigid, curved member glistening with Mali's juices. "Fuck. Hispana…" he said, breathless. "Dirty boy," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking in time with Bull's thrusts, feeling my own new climax coiling tight in my belly. Bull's growl was my only warning before he pulled out, his massive organ jerking in his fist.
In a jiffy, beside me, Mali had Colt's member in her hand, milking him as he groaned, his release painting her face in white streaks. "Goddamn…" Bull groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, "shugah, you're going to **** me." A heavy spurt of semen hit my cheek, then another, hot, over my lips. I stuck my tongue out, catching the next shot, tasting salt and pure man's filthy lust.
Perhaps the loss of his wife had made Bull more gruff, but there was a deep, yet hidden, kindness in him. As he caught his breath, he murmured, slapping my ass, "You know, shugah…" his warm breath on my neck, "who you remind me of, and what I feel for you is fuckin' real." To his sincere, true words, I replied, "I believe you. I can't explain it, but I felt that connection, too."
My heart was pounding from the emotion of the moment. "See?" he said, his thick fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw, "but let's think about that tomorrow." I smiled, "Tomorrow, huh? I like the sound of that." Bull looked at Mali and Colt, their bodies now slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. "But first, y'all, let's take a bath and maybe grab a bite to eat?"
When we awoke, hours later, draped in Bellagio robes, Bull and I were tender with each other, and his touch was gentle, while Mali and Colt were still curled together, radiating exhausted satisfaction. The men had given us the absolute escape we needed. That day was a pure, splendid, delightful extravagance. Bull and Colt treated us like prized possessions, not just companions.
We began with a world-class gourmet brunch, overlooking the pool. Bull was charming, regaling us with sprawling stories of ranch life and oil dealings, while Colt remained quiet, often simply watching Mali with a soft, steady gaze. "Well, now, we're fixin' to make an acquisition there, in Chicago." Bull said, glancing at us, "might need some consultants to handle… entertainment."
It was clear they weren't just paying for the weekend; they were exploring a long-term interest. That afternoon, it was time for shopping. Bull handed us each a card with no limit and a simple instruction: "Buy things you love, ladies. Real things. Things that make you feel as exquisite as you look." Mali and I moved through the luxury boutiques like two sleek and ravenous wolves.
Some designer clothes and bags, a jewelry watch for Mali, a vintage emerald ring that caught my eye. It wasn't the material possessions that truly thrilled me, however, it was the easy, shared joy with Mali, choosing shoes and laughing over Bull's outrageous spending habits. The financial stability the Texans represented was undeniable, a stark contrast to our precarious lives.
Back in the suite, Bull asked me to stay behind while the others went to change. "Are you enjoying yourself, Hispana? Ain't ya?" he asked, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the fountains dance. "It's the most real I've felt in a long time. Thank you," I responded. He looked at me, his eyes serious. "I mean… I don't want this to end when our planes leave tomorrow."
He wasn't just talking about sex; he was talking about filling a void. "You are a very generous man, James," I whispered, using his actual name for the first time. "Only when it matters," he corrected. "And you matter. You matter to me." I turned my head, my lips curling into a wicked smile as Mali stepped inside, her raven hair tousled, her lips swollen from young Colt's kisses.
Mali walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "You've decided you like Texans, haven't you, honey?" she asked, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "I like feeling whole again, Mali. And they've made me feel that way." She nodded, kissing my forehead. "I like them too." She looked at Bull. "Colt's a gentle giant, James. Your boy has the kind of heart that needs protection."
"He learned from the best," Bull replied, pulling himself up. Right after that Colt entered, buttoning his shirt. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth stained with Mali's crimson lipstick, but his eyes were bright. Bull glanced at him, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "C'mon y'all… time for a second round and a shower before bed. We'll sign the contracts tomorrow."
