It Started in Vegas

Part IV. Annie Meets Some New Friends

Thursday

Annie

I could tell that I was changing. I liked having orgasms throughout the day. I preferred having them with Mac, but I had to admit, I didn't mind having them with other men. Thursday morning Mac informed me that he had business on the mainland, and that I would be spending the afternoon and night with Tommy at his place. I packed a small bag that Mac provided and following my after-breakfast fucking, Mac helped me into the limo for the ride to Tommy's villa. Tommy showed me to his master bedroom, showed me where everything was, stripped me, and began my night of passion, in the late morning. After three episodes, each capped off with Tommy coating the walls of my vagina, he allowed me to put on a robe and go into the breakfast nook for a late lunch/early dinner. After another round in his bed, he asked me to take a bath and get dressed. He explained that a couple of his friends were coming over.

I liked Tommy, not as much as I liked Mac, but this was disappointing. I didn't need any more fuckbuddies. Ronnie and Jack were very nice to me. I was aware that they were chatting me up from the very beginning of our dinner party. I still felt that I would like to know a little about the guys I was going to fuck. I thought to myself that if I was a total slut, I wouldn't care anything about the guys I was fucking. Before my time with Mac, I wouldn't consider having sex with someone I didn't know very well. Throughout my marriage to Johnny, I had been faithful. Now my mentality was very different. Unusually crass for Tommy, after providing everyone with a drink after dinner, he asked me to stand up and 'show the merchandise'.

I correctly interpreted this to mean take my clothes off. I didn't really give it a thought. Stripping in front of some guys I didn't know well had become easy, if not enjoyable, for me. It still gave me a tingle of excitement to strip in front of several guys, in what I knew was preparation for them banging me; I could tell I was already getting damp in anticipation of what was to follow. Had I become a slut? What I had to admit was that I enjoyed being screwed. I don't think I had reached the point of preferring an audience, but I certainly didn't consider that an impediment to enjoying my orgasms. As I only had four garments on, including underwear, stripping didn't take very long. Then I found out that Tommy wanted to take pictures of me in as many positions as the three of them could imagine and execute.

We went to Tommy's master bedroom and went to work using Tommy's digital camera. A week before I would have been horrified at anyone taking nude pictures of me. Now, although I didn't consider the photography of my most intimate moments beneficial, I didn't really mind. Since Mac was far away, my desire was for orgasms, and Tommy and friends proved to be very capable in this area. I really didn't want my most intimate moments to be recorded for posterity, but as long as Johnny never saw the product, I could live with it.

We started with Jack and I in the sitting wheelbarrow. Almost too soon, my body was shaking in climax. I was surprised at how easily I smiled for the camera shots. Next, Ronnie volunteered for the standing wheelbarrow. Again, Tommy tried to capture my expressions as I orgasmed. These guys clearly intended to be thorough. This was followed by the kneeling prison guard with Jack and the standing prison guard with Ronnie. Tommy joined in with the Ballroom Dancer. Jack liked the drop box. Each cameraman tried to record me as I orgasmed. I did think enough about what was happening to hope that Johnny never saw any of these pictures. By each one only screwing me until I orgasmed, they managed to postpone their orgasms. It was over two hours before Ronnie ejaculated into my well-used pussy. Next came Jack, followed by Tommy. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Tommy now must have a library of over thirty pictures of me being fucked in different positions by one of the three guys, each time in a different position.

What I didn't know was that Tommy's camera was capable of continuous video while intermittently recording stills. At the end of it, I was tired, felt a little used, and a little angry at Tommy, although it was through the haze of an endorphin rush. Ronnie and Jack said their goodbyes and left with smiles on their faces. Instead of being ashamed of my slut-like behavior, I was feeling a little proud of my accomplishment of orgasming in so many different positions with three different partners and enjoying the slowly declining dopamine high. After the others had left Tommy squeezed me and kissed me. I felt like cuddling and didn't mind if it led to one more round of sexual intimacy sans camera.

I did ask Tommy, "Please tell me there is absolutely no chance of my husband ever seeing these pictures."

"They're just for me," Tommy assured me. "I don't plan on providing them to anybody else, with the possible exception of Jack and Ronnie."

"Please make it clear to them that they are not to circulate the pictures," I asked him.

"Of course," he replied. "Let's take a bath together."

I wanted nothing more than a bath and an early bedtime. Tommy gave me what I wanted and a little more. He wanted to screw me one more time before he would let me sleep in peace. I really felt like this had been a bit much. I was feeling degraded, because of the poses, and because of the emphasis on taking the pictures just as I orgasmed. After my last fucking of the day, I was too tired to worry about it. I closed my eyes and was out like a light.

Friday

Annie

Tommy screwed me before and after breakfast. After the post-breakfast fuck, I barely had time to shower and get dressed before the limo came to take me back to Mac's house.

In the limo ride, I had time to think a little about my life. Had I become a total slut? I certainly was enjoying the frequent fuckings. It didn't even seem to be all that important who was fucking me. True, I did have a definite hierarchy. My preference was for Mac. Tommy was a bit okay. After that there were differences, but it became less personal and more just an enjoyable physical activity, ending with a nice release of dopamine and serotonin. I decided that I was acting like a slut and perhaps experiencing some of what it was like to be a slut, but once the contract was satisfied, I would return to it being more about me and less about what Mac wanted. I was uncertain if things would ever be the same between Johnny and me. The experience of the last few days had probably changed me forever. The worst part was that I was enjoying this new life even though it was almost at an end. I was also a little surprised at my feelings of wanting to see Mac and even that I was experiencing a little dampness as I thought about what we would be doing soon after his arrival.

I was on one of the great room sofas, watching television, clad in one of my new bikinis, when I heard the wop-wopping of a helicopter landing on the helipad. I couldn't help myself; I wanted to see Mac after an almost twenty-four-hour separation. I walked out to the helipad with two of the servants. They helped with the bags, and I gave Mac a hello kiss, while the servants took Mac's luggage into the house.

He greeted me with a "You - nude in the bedroom immediately." As I untied my bikini top and bottom, I could hear Mac giving the servants instructions. I pulled the covers back and was climbing into bed when Mac came in and slapped my bottom.

"Oh," I cried, and adopted a spread-eagle stance on the bed. I was rewarded with a very quick strip by Mac and without preliminaries he stuck his cock into my waiting pussy. I was more than ready and willing. Mac really was a cut above the others. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He rewarded me by vigorously exercising my genitals with his as he clasped my buttocks and sucked my tongue. I was so ready that it was only a few minutes until my body was trembling in orgasm. "Oh, Mac," was all I could say.

"Missed me, did you," he replied and rolled me over into the doggy position. Utilizing a new position every time I orgasmed, it must have been close to an hour before I felt the splash of his semen against the walls of my vagina. Even though he had mistreated me every day of our contract, I still liked the guy, and particularly the way I felt, like now, when he had given me a good reaming. I decided that we needed some good after play and licked his organ, then I moved up his body while clasping his business in my hand. It was only a few minutes before it became clear that the after play was becoming foreplay.

We went down to the informal dining area for lunch and were surprised to see Martina and Sam approaching the sliding glass door. Even Mac was a little surprised at their arrival. He went to the door and invited them to lunch. After they were served and settled down with drink in hand. Mac asked, "What brings you here? I'm happy to see you, but I wasn't expecting you."

Martina blushed and looked uncomfortable.

Sam spoke, "I think Marty is embarrassed to tell you. What she wants is another dose of what you gave her last Tuesday. I'm not in favor of it, but I want my Marty to be happy."

"Is this true, Martina?" Mac asked.

Martina blushed again. She barely was able to say, "Yes." She blushed even more.

"Then it's agreed." Mac explained, "after lunch, Martina and I will go to the Master, and Sam and Annie will go to another bedroom."

Martina moved closer to Mac, and he kissed her full on the lips. Then we turned our attention to the lunch the servants had been serving us.

After lunch, Mac guided Martina to the master bedroom holding her right hand with his right hand and his left hand fondling her butt. I simply took Sam's hand in mine, and we went to one of the bedrooms on the opposite side of the bedroom corridor from the master. Neither of us wanted to hear any sounds from the master bedroom, although I am sure neither of us had any doubts that there would be sounds. I took it upon myself to teach Sam some techniques that would be helpful for him when he and his wife were back stateside. This took a good part of the afternoon. Afterward, Martina greeted Sam with a kiss, and they departed hand in hand.

After dinner I talked to Mac about our afternoon's work. He was happy to share what Martina told him. According to Mac, Martina loved Sam but couldn't get sex with Mac out of her mind. It wasn't clear to him what the future held. I told him that no man had greater love than to bring his wife to her lover, and further to explain to the lover what the wife wanted. In addition, I informed Mac about some of the techniques that I taught Sam in order to up his game, including how to use his mouth on the pubis and some G-spot friendly positions. I had explained to him that if he made sure Martina had her fill of orgasms each time they had sex, she would be happy, and so would he.

We finished our wine and retired to the master bedroom. While we were dining and drinking the servants had replaced the sheets. Our evening program consisted of Mac showing me everything he had done with Martina followed by my showing him everything I had done with Sam. That provided a rather full night of sexual activity and we both slept well.

Saturday

Annie

Now, I was beginning to think about going back to Vegas and then home. I wasn't looking forward to it quite the way I thought I should have been. I was thinking that this week may have turned me into a sex addict. I still felt there were a few differences between what I was doing and total prostitution. Yet, I knew I was enjoying doing what I should have felt horror at the thought of. Mac had treated me very badly, yet I still liked him. A lot. I knew I still loved Johnny, but I also knew I was having very strong feelings for Mac. What was wrong with me? I should hate Mac for how he had treated me, but I didn't. I really liked him. I was beginning to think about whether I wanted to go back tomorrow.

As we were recovering from our after-breakfast fuck, a servant discretely knocked and informed us that Tommy was here. We put a few clothes on and went down to the great room where Tommy was waiting, wine glass in hand.

Mac asked, "What's up, Tommy?"

He replied, "I wanted to see Annie again before she left."

Mac informed Tommy, "Well, here she is. You can see her."

"Okay," Tommy continued. "I want to screw her again."

"What do you think of that, Annie," Mac continued.

"I'll do whatever you tell me," I told him.

"I was asking if you wanted to fuck Tommy," Mac informed me.

"Ask him, 'why doesn't he just look at the pictures?'" I replied.

"What pictures is she talking about?" Mac asked Tommy.

"I took about thirty pictures of her in different positions with Jack and Ronnie and me," Tommy admitted. "I also took video. I'll send you copies."

"Video?" I asked. "You never told me you were making video."

"Oh," Tommy replied. "Sorry about that. My camera can take video at the same time as it's taking pictures. Once I edited it, it is really a fantastic video."

"Send me the copies," Mac interjected, "but don't make any more copies. Annie's a married woman, and we don't want to aggravate her husband."

"Please," I added. "Johnny knows Mac is screwing me, but he doesn't need any visual reminders. He doesn't need to know any of the details."

"Exactly," Mac interjected, "but Annie, why do you still have your clothes on?"

"Sorry, Mac," I replied, and started taking my clothes off. With only four small garments, it took almost no time. Nude, I went over and sat in Tommy's lap. He immediately began fondling my body. I couldn't believe how quickly I became aroused. I stood up so he could take his clothes off. What a nasty girl I had become. I didn't even care if the servants came in. As soon as his pants were off, I sat in his lap facing him. I wanted a thorough banging and Tommy could do it. After my first orgasm, I got up and sat back down with my butt toward Tommy and pounded him again until I climaxed again. Then he pushed me down and the floor and gave it to me doggy style. Then he pulled me back up into the standing prison guard, making sure that I was facing Mac and fully exposed. Back to the floor for the flatiron. Tommy was very energetic as though this was our last intercourse session. Oh yes, it was our last intercourse session. Next, he lay on the floor, and I rode him in the cowgirl position. That wasn't enough; I had to do the reverse cowgirl. Apparently, watching my hips bounce up and down was enough to get him off. I turned around and kissed him and then I got up. He began dressing.

I don't know what came over me, but I jumped on Mac. "I want you so much," I told him.

"Let me say goodbye to Tommy and I think I'll be able to give you exactly what you want," Mac replied.

Naked I went with Tommy and Mac to the door. Tommy kissed me goodbye and iterated that he would send Mac the pictures and the video. He got into his Maserati and drove away.

"Now, what were you saying?" Mac asked.

"I want you inside me now!" I exclaimed.

"Meet you in the bedroom in less than five," he told me.

I walked to the bedroom and had barely sat down before Mac appeared with wine glasses and a bottle of Mateus. As I drank my glass, I watched Mac take his clothes off. I was so glad that I was about to be banged by a guy who was hung and hard.

I put my glass down on the nightstand. I watched Mac drink about half of his glass and put it down. He came over to the bed and asked, "What were you saying?"

I responded, "I want your cock in my pussy now. I should hate you for the way you've treated me. Instead, I like you very much."

"So, let me understand," he replied, "You think I've mistreated you but in spite of that you like me, and you want me to fuck you. Have I got it right?"

"I love my Johnny," I told him, "but right now, I can't believe how much I want you. When you're inside me, I don't think about Johnny. The hard part is that I really like you, but you just think of me as a toy."

"No," he said, "that's wrong. I have always thought of you as a wonderful woman from the very start. I just wanted to get the most out of you, which is why I let other guys do you. I can't get too close to you, because you're leaving tomorrow, and I'll probably never see you again."

"Why is that?" I asked.

He looked at me in a funny way, "Our contract ends tomorrow at noon. We'll have to get up early in the morning to have you back in Vegas by noon."

"Are you going with me? I would have thought you had had enough of me by now," I told him.

"No, I haven't had enough of you. I would be very happy to keep you here another week," he continued.

"I don't know, Mac," this changed things for me. "Johnny expects me back, but I might be willing to stay longer."

"All week you've been telling everyone how much you love Johnny," Mac remonstrated with me.

I started crying, "I do; I love Johnny, but ... ." I couldn't say it.

Mac was nothing if not quick on his feet. "But what, Annie?"

I had left myself open. "But I like you, and Hawaii, and what we have been doing here."

"Oh," Mac saw the opening and was going to exploit it to the max, "You like making love to me."

"It's different," I admitted. "I'm a bit ashamed of myself for enjoying this week so much. But, Mac, it is different with you. It's better than with anybody else. I enjoy you even more than Johnny."

"So, you might be willing to stay another week?" Mac asked. "If you wanted to go back home for a week and then come here again, that would be all right."

"Mac, I don't think I'm ready to go back," I told him, "I want more of you." I had surprised myself by my audacity and lack of loyalty to Johnny.

"Would you pay for me staying here another week?" I asked Mac.

"I would be willing to pay fifty thousand dollars," Mac told me.

"I'll stay," I said. "I think that's enough to make an excuse for not coming back to Johnny. Do you think I'm horrible?"

"Not at all," Mac replied. "It's like I told you. I thought you were wonderful when I first saw you gambling with your husband. I still think you're wonderful. Now I'm thinking I'm horrible for reducing my fee."

"Fifty thousand is more than enough," I told him. I kissed him. "I really like you and you have made me happy today. Now you can make me even happier if you would do what you said you were going to do and stick that thing in me."

"That thing," Mac complained. "A little while ago you called it a cock. Now it's just a thing."

"I'll wait and see what you do with it," I told him impertinently. "Afterward I'll tell you if I think it's a cock or a thing."

"So that's the way it is," Mac replied, "I have to prove myself again. I thought I was in charge here, but it looks like you're trying to take over!"

"If you got it, flaunt it," I told him.

"Hey, I just remembered you're an employee here. Highly compensated, but still an employee." He came back at me.

"Hey, you," I told him, "I haven't signed the new contract yet."

"Okay, you got me there," he admitted. "When are you telling Johnny?"

"After you do what you said you were going to do," as I grabbed his manhood and pulled it nearer.

"I guess a guy's got to do what a guy's got to do," he informed me, and pushing me back on the bed, he proved that the tried-and-true missionary position could give a girl a lot of joy if the right guy was doing it.