Video Boy's Vegas Trip

[video_boy]

It was nearly 1AM when Shannon and I got back to our hotel room. We showered together and decided that a little room service would be good. While we waited for our food to arrive, we sat on the bed together and discussed the evenings activities.

"So," Shannon began, "Did you have a good time tonight?"

Not wanting to sound over eager, I simply replied, "Yeah, how bout you?"

"I got to admit, I never thought I'd do stuff like that," Shannon replied, "I mean, I've always thought about stuff like that but, I don't know."

"What do you mean you've always thought about stuff like that?" I questioned with a fair amount of amazement at this revelation.

"I don't know," Shannon said, "I was a little jealous of Rebecca at the end, I guess."

"WHAT?"

"It was pretty hot watching you guys cum all over her," she continued, "I don't know, all those cocks. It just really turned me on that's all."

It seemed incredible to me that a woman that I have known for over twenty years was beginning to reveal these deep seeded and high guarded secrets about her sexual fantasies. It intrigued me greatly to get deep inside her head and to hear all of her wicked fantasies.

"Oh, you liked all those cocks,, huh?" I probed, trying to get her to reveal more of her thoughts.

She looked at me, flush in the face, and admitted, "It took everything that I had not to latch on to one of them and suck it."

"God," she said throwing her hands into the air, "I wanted to suck and fuck every cock there."

"Really," I stated matter-of-factly. "Well then I guess you should have."

"You wouldn't want to see me sucking another man's cock," she dismissively stated.

"Wouldn't bother me that much," I replied, "As long as what's good for the goose is good for the gander."

She was obviously shocked by my reply but tried her best to hide her emotions.

"Look," I continued, "You were with other men before me and I was with other women. So neither of us planted any flags. So, I really don't know what the big deal would be. As long as we both know that it is just about sex and that we only love one another, I think I could handle it."

"I don't know if I could," she said, "You giving that big cock to another woman. That's my cock."

"I'll be honest with you," I continued, "I don't know if I'm all that interested in fucing another woman."

"Sure you are," she stated, "I saw you tonight."

I confessed that it turned me on watching her strip in front of other men. I told her that watching the other guys lustful looks as well as imagining her getting banged by other men while the other girls penetrated her with the dildos is what really turned me on about the evening. I told her when Peter accidentally came all over her and Rebecca was the highlight of the evening. You could see her getting more and more turned on as I told her about my thoughts.

"Is that a fact," she said reaching over to caress my cock, "You got me kinda hot over here again."

"Is that a fact," I replied as she lowered her head onto my cock and began licking my growing member. She moved her hips around to my face, inviting me to lick her clit. I sucked her clit as she stuffed my cock in and out her mouth. Then a knock at the door. I had forgotten about the food we ordered. Shannon got to her feet and seductively walked to the door. She gave me a naughty look as she allowed to hotel employee entrance to the room.

He was about twenty years old, tall with an hispanic appearance. When he entered the room, he was smittened by the site of Shannon and hardly noticed me lying on the bed.

"Your room service," he stated eyes firmly fixed on Shannon.

"Thanks," Shannon replied, "Now take out your cock so that I can give you your tip."

He gave her a look like he did not understand what she meant. Shannon leaned into him, unzipped his pants and lowered herself to the floor.

"I want to suck your cock," she said, "Pull it out for me."

"Are you sure?" he asked shyly.

"Fuck yeah," Shannon replied.

He reached into his boxers and pulled out his half erect cock and showed it to Shannon. She immediately took it into her mouth, working her tongue in a circular fashion over his glans. He quickly achieved full mast and slide his pants down so that Shannon could work his full length. His cock was 9" long as Shannon struggled to take as much of him as she could into her mouth. She was giving him an "A Class" blowjob when he finally glance over to me. Shoked, he pulled back with Shannon's hand firmly on his shaft.

"Oh, shit," he said, "I really shouldn't be doing this. I gotta get back to the kitchen." He grabbed his pants and quickly pulled them back up and exited the room stating, "Really, I could lose my job."

Shannon felt bad for him, you could tell, and certainly felt guilty for trying to seduce him.

"I'm so sorry," she yelled out after him and shut the door. She gave me a naughty raise of the eyebrows and strode over to me.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she exclaimed. We have never had anal sex. We've tried but my cock was simply to fat for her to take. "Give it to me in my ass, baby. Fuck me no matter how much it hurts."

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[video_boy]

Now, given the fact that my wife was not a virgin when I met her, I have had a strange obsession with fucking her in the ass. I guess I figured it was the only virgin hole. And, despite our best efforts, she has never been able to handle my width.

"Honey," I said as she licked my shaft up and down, "We've tried that and it doesn't work."

"I'll be damned if some other woman is going to give you your first ass sex," she gasped in between thrusts into her mouth. "Besides, I don't think I've ever been this fucking horny."

She got up from the bed to retrieve some lube from her cosmetic case, lubed my cock and her asshole with a generous amount and got on top of me. She grind her swollen pussy lips all over my shaft as she fingered her own asshole to ready it for my cock. She reach behind her, postitioned my rock hard cock at the enterance and slowly forced herself down on it. She got an inch or so in before pulling off.

"Ahhh, that burns," she cried, "Here you try." She lie across the bed, one leg on the floor and the other on the bed and spread her ass cheeks for me. I reminded her that she was suppose to push out as I entered her. I grabbed by cock and forced an inch into her. Slowly working my hips, I felt myself plunge through the second sphincter and into her ass. I slowly slid my full length into her ass as she cried out in ecstacy.

"Oh, fuck that feels so good," she said and I could feel her hand reaching between her legs and grabbed by balls as I was as deep as I could get into her ass. For thoe of you who do not know, the ass is a completely different experience from the vagina. Imagine three inches of the tightest hole imaginable followed by nothing. But that three inches is incredible. I pulled by shaft out until I felt it pass the second sphincter and then plunged it back forward. With each thrust, Shannon was making animal noises that I have never heard before. I woked her for a good three minutes when she had reached the point of orgasm. She came harder than I had ever seen her cum, grinding back as hard as she could with my cock in her ass.

I laid on top of her when she had finished and whispered my undying love to her in her ear. A knock on the door interupted us and I went to the peephole to see who it was. Sure enough, it was our delivery boy.

"I've changed my mind," he siad as he walked through the door and saw Shannon's bare ass lying on the edge of the bed.

"So take your clothes off and join us then," I said with an air of confidence. Shannon had turned onto her back and began fingering her pussy as Christoher (we soon found out) disrobed. His boxers hardly hid the monster that lie underneath.

"Go clean up," Shannon instructed me, "while I tend to him."

I took a rag from the sink being sure to keep an eye on the mirror while I waited for the hot water. Shannon had Chris lie on the bed and began sucking his already erect cock. She positioned his head at the end of the bed so that I would have a good view of the action. When I was finished washing my cock, Shannon instructed Chris to stand up as she wanted to suck both of us at the same time. She grabbed both of our cocks with her hands and took turns sucking and stroking us. When she was ready to be penetrated, she lied back, spread her legs for Christopher and continued to suck my dick. Chris, 9" long and pretty thick, easily slid into her and began pumping with vigor. It was clear he was going to pop his wod if he continued at this pace so Shannon, put him on his back and began to ride him slow. It was clear that she wanted this to last. After a few minutes, she instructed me to "lube up" and I was astonished that she wanted to be double penetrated. I took my position behind her and slid my cock into her ass much more easily this time and began fucking her. I could feel Chris' shaft bearied deep within my wife as I thrust my cock in and out of her asshole. She began to pant like an overheated dog and came again. Exhausted, she climbed off of Chis and I dutifully grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I put her legs high in the air and began to pump her vagina while Chris looked on. After a minute of so, I motioned for Chris to take a turn and he hit it for a minute. We took turns for a while until Chris blew his load all over her tits and stomach. I told her not to clean it up when she reached for a towel and I fucked her until I blew my third wad of the evening all over her stomach.

"Rub it all over you Shannon," I instructed and she dutifully took out combined cum all over her chest and stomach.

Shannon just layed there on the bed while I thanked Chris and showed him to the door. When I returned to the bed, I began to suck Shannon's pussy, inserted two fingers into her sn*tch and blew her until she came again.

We both showered again and were so exhausted he hardly touched the food that had been delivered. We fell asleep in eachother's arms. I decided that I was not bothered at all having another man fuck my wife. Who would have guessed it? The end of day one had arrived as I fell into the best sleep I've ever had.

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[video_boy]

I awoke the next day to find the hotel room empty. It was nearly noon and I quickly wondered where Shannon might have gone. I lit a cigarette and tended to my morning business. I remember having a disconserting nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach from the night before. The only feeling that came to mind was a sense of guilt though I had done nothing wrong. I wondered if I had pushed Shannon too far and felt remorse for how she might have felt in the morning light. Had she gone off to the airport or perhaps to find another cock to fuck? Had I awoken a beast that could not be tamed or destroyed the only woman that I truly loved? I reflected upon it and came to a rather quick decision. I could allow myself to become consumed with what had occurred or I could embrace it. If only Shannon was here to give me a sense of her mood.

After about a half and hour, Shannon came bounding through the door, coffee and pastries in hand. She kissed me gently on the cheek and wished me a good morning.

"How ya feeling, sweetie?" she asked.

"I feel drained, tired I guess. How about you?" I replied trying to illicit some information.

"I'm great," she reassured, "My ass hurts a little but other than that I'm fine." She gave a light chuckle and handed me my coffee.

"Really," I said rather unconvinced by her vigorous response.

"Yeah, really," she spoke and looked me directly in the eye to let me know that she truly was fine. "I mean, it's not something that I think we ought to make a habit of. But I think we are strong enough in our relationship to handle it, don't you?"

"I pretty sure that I am alright with everything," I replied, "In fact, I half expected to wake up a little pissed off but I wasn't. I was just concerned that maybe you had some guilt about what happened and, if you do, you should let it go. I'm fine with it."

She laughed and admitted that she thought that I might be having some regrets this morning and felt reassured that I was doing just fine with what transpired.

"Listen," I really wanted to get a point across. "This does not give either of us carte blanche to do whatever we want. If these types of things are going to happen, we both have to be in agreement. I'm pretty sure that what happens in the dark will destroy us not what happens in the light."

"I couldn't agree more," she continued my thought, "This is not an open marriage."

Feeling satisfied that we had come to an understanding, we enjoyed the sun filled day in Las Vegas. After dinner we decided to play a little black jack. Now, my wife and I, while not poor, have to be rather careful with our money. We could never have afforded the suite we spent the evening in last night and had, in fact, allocated only $500US to gambling for the entire trip. We sat down at a 21+3 $25US table. (For those of you who do not know,the +3 is a lttle bonus game in whick you try to make a 3 card poker hand and it pays 9 to 1). Placing $25US in the appropriate place and $10US in the bonus circle, the cards were dealt. Shannon held with two face cards and I was paid off with black jack on the first hand. Also, the dealer was showing an Ace up so we both hit our bonus as well. It was a hell of a first hand, netting the two of us $242.50US. To make a long story short, it was a heck of a night at the tables. Shannon profitted $1590US and I took out $2050US, with the vast majority being made on the silly little +3 poker hand game (at one time I made $900US on a whimsical $100US bet). Now, I realize that $3600US in not a lot of money to some, but to us it was nearly a months worth of salary. We decided that it was found money and should be spent appropriately.

"Why don't we," I suggested over drinks at the casino bar following our cash out, "get up in the morning and do a little shopping. We could each buy something nice, rent a limo and do the town up right tomorrow night."

"Oh, that sounds great," Shannon agreed. As it was nearly midnight, we set off for the hotel room feeling rather great about ourselves and determined to plan the evening of our lives for the next night. And what an evening it was going to be.

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[Slim-RS]

Wow what a thread, the best thing i have ever read

Please please please keep writing more more more

[video_boy]

We both got up early the next morning and, following breakfast in bed, I set off to find the hotel concierge. I wanted to ask him about the best places in town to shop and play. Instead, I met Reggie. Reggie had been a housekeeper at the hotel for 12 years and, despite his dredlocked appearance, was quite informative and well spoken. Reggie explained to me that the whole of Las Vegas was rife with kickbacks. Every concierge in town was accepting kickback money from limo services, restaurants, clothiers and, especially, adult clubs. All this was done under the table to send as much business as possible their way. So, Reggie hooked me up with a great limo service as well as a couple of store to shop for clothes.

"Anything else you need, good sir," Reggie asked before getting back to his housekeeping chores.

"Anything, Reggie?" I asked sheepishly. "How bout a good place to get a couple of joints?"

Shannon and I had not gotten high together in a decade or better. I thought it might be fun and Reggie looked like the type who knew where to get some good weed.

With a half laugh, Reggie said, "Tell you what. How bout you give me a $20 tip for the information and I will deliver some fresh towels to your room in 30 minutes." He gave a wink and a sly smile and I knew I was in business. I pulled a $100 dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to Reggie.

"Man, I said $20," he looked astonished.

"Keep the change, my good man," I replied giving him a firm handshake. "See you soon and thanks for all the great tips."

When I got back to the hotel room, Shannon was just getting off the phone with the spa. She had apparently gifted herself the whole works.

"Getting a facial too, I suppose," I quipped earning me a dirty look.

"Yes, I am," she replied, "And a haircut as well. I want to look extra special for you tonight."

She explained that she would be gone for the better part of the late morning and early afternoon and that I was on my own. I had already planned to go buy a suit for the evening and I certainly had quite a few phone calls to make in order to solidify the night's activities. Shannon grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"I'll see you in about 4 hours," she explained, "Maybe we could grab a late lunch." This was an order, not a suggestion.

"Yeah, so we'll meet back here at 3," I finished as she walked out the door.

I immediately grabbed the phone and ordered up our limo service for the night. I aslo made an appointment at the suit store. I wanted to get tailored for that perfect fit. I made reservations for the restaurant and called the strip club for VIP reservations. All this, of course, courtesy of Reggie. Oh, and lest I forget, those "towels" Reggie delivered were two fat primo o' joints. They looked and smelled excellent. It was certainly going to be a fun night.

Not to bore you with details, but I ordered up a fine dark blue suit with a light blue, almost metallic shirt, fine Italian loafers from the suit shop. The tailor said that it would be ready for pickup in about an hour, so I had some time to kill. Just around the corner from the tailors was an adult novelty shop so I decided to stop in and have a look around. I browsed through the shop with visions of Kat and Rebecca dancing through my head. I dreamt of all the naughty things that I had witnessed the girls dooind two nights ago and felt a distinct stir in my pants. This much I had learned for sure about myself, I liked to watch. There was nothing in the world like watching a live pono take place right in front of you. Ahhh, the visions in my head.

"Can I make a suggestion?" a tight little twenty-something awoke me from my dream. "I'd go with the two foot double-ended dildo if I was you."

Laughing, as well as forgetting my manners, I asked, "Why?"

"That way your lady can lie back and pound herself for you," she reasoned, "It's way hot." She reach and handed me the biggest damn dildo I had ever seen. "From that angle, she gets to rub her clit with these ticklers that are on her as well," she continued, "It's way hot."

Noticing her name tag for the first time, I responded, "Thanks, Nicole. Any chance I could get a demonstration of this particular model."

She smiled and dismissed my pervertion. "No, but I'll be happy to check you out." Damn all the luck, I thought. I also purchased a DVD for the limo and exited the store $140 lighter than when I entered. It was going to be a damn interesting night, that much was for sure.

[video_boy]

When Shannon arrived back at the hotel room, I was stunned to see her transformation. She had cut about 6" off of her hair, colored it a darker brown and highlighted it with dirty blonde streaks. The best way to describe her new hair was to call it a sassy shag, low cut in the back to longer in the front. She looked to be in her late twenties instead of 37. She also got a full body chemical tan which looked great. Even her makeup was different, making her lips seem fuller, her bright blue eyes brighter. In a word, she was fucking way hot. She carried a clothing bag over her shoulder and a bag in her hand.

"Well?" she asked, "What do ya think?"

"Stunning," was my only reply. She went on to tell me that she had a full body exfoliation as well as a great message. "How was your day?"

We had lunch and went back to the hotel room in order to ready ourselves for the night. I took a shower, shaved and put on my new suit. Shannon could not say enough positive things about how handsome I looked.

"I will not disappoint you tonight," she promised. "While I get ready, why don't you go down to the bar and wait for me. I'll be down in about an hour." It certainly sounded better than being all dressed up with no place to go.

"OK," I conceded, "The limo will be here at 7:30 to pick us up. We have reservations at 8:00 for dinner."

"I'll be down in an hour," she stated again. I grabbed the little carry on bag that I had packed the dildo, DVD and some vodka and cranberry juice in, and headed off for the bar in the lobby.

The lobby bar was nearly deserted as I took my seat and ordered a vodka and cranberry juice from the bartender. As i was served, an older lady, perhaps in her late forties, approached the bar and asked me if anyone was sitting in the stool next to me. Now, I found it odd that in a nearly empty bar, she would want to sit next to me but I motioned for her to have a seat anyway. She smelled really nice and I asked her what she perfume she was wearing.

"It's Donna Karan," she blushed, "I'm Donna as well."

We exchanged pleasantries and Donna ordered a champagne from the bartender. Now, I know what you all are thinking, but I was just being polite when I told the bartender to put it on my tab. I was also just being polite when I allowed her to have a seat next to me and when I complimented her on her perfume. Honestly, I had no alterior motives.

"What brings you to Vegas?" she asked.

"I'm here with my wife on our tenth wedding anniersary," I explained.

"Celebrating alone at a bar, are we?" she sardonically added.

"She's upstairs getting ready for our dinner plans," I explained.

"So, how long do I have to try and talk her husband into fucking me in the bathroom?" she asked as she took a sip of her champagne. I nearly did a spit take. She explained that she was just about to return to her room where her husband was held up not feeling well when she saw me enter the bar.

"He's got the flu or something," she explained, "Been some great vacation for me."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, "But my wife should be down in about 45 minutes."

"Well, that's plenty of time," she said as she swiveled in the chair and sat perpendicular to me, leaning in close. "I promise that it will be worth your time." Now, I gotta tell you, temptation is new to me. I mean I just don't have random strangers coming up to me everyday offering sex. But this little cougar was tempting. Not only did she smell nice but she had a real sexy way about her.

She continued her sales pitch, "I'm am just so fucking horny." I now noticed the powerful aroma of alcohol on her breath and figured that she was way drunk. I looked down the bar to avert myself from the smell when I noticed another man watching us and sitting four bar stools from us.

"Hey, buddy," I said, "could you help a brother out here?"

"You seem to be doing fine on your own stud," he replied whimsically. "Looks like you don't need any help from me."

"You see," I began to explain, "The lady is in need of something that I can not supply. Perhaps you can take care of her for me."

The middle aged man in his fifties I figured, rose to his feet and in a distinct New York accent said, "I think I can give her what she needs."

Donna smiled and said, "What are you, my pimp now?"

"If you like," I said to Donna. Tuning my attention to the gentleman, I asked "What's your name friend?"

"Phil," he stated.

"Well, Phil, this here is Donna and she is looking for a little action in the bathroom. What do ya think?"

Donna rose up from her seat, stumbling ever so slightly and began to walk to the restrooms in the back of the bar. Phil and I looked at eachother and, when enough time had passed, I motioned for Phil to join her, which he did. I sat and finished my drink, paid my tab and decided that a little looksie wouldn't hurt. I walked to the bathrooms and slowly opened the women's door to listen for for Phil and Donna. Convinced that they were not in there, I went to the men's room. Everything was quiet in there as well, so I checked under the stall doors to see if I could see their feet. Sure enough, I saw Donna's shoes pointed towards the door and Phil's directly in between them. I went into the adjacent stall and stood on the toilet, looking down. Donna had Phil's cock firmly in hand and was slobbing him like she had not eatten in months. Phil noticed my presence and gave me a wink. When Phil was sufficiently hard and wet, he lifted Donna up off the commode, lifted her dress and slid her panties to her ankles. He started to slam her from behind forcefully. Donna grind her ass back on Phil's cock and seemed to be unable to get his member deep enough in her c*nt. Finally, Phil spun her around and forced her head to the floor and was slamming her visciously from behind. When he neared orgasm, he grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. She immediately picked up where she let off, stroking and slobbering all over his cock. He spewed all over her face, getting a generous portion in her hair and on her tongue. Phil squeezed the last drop from his glans and stated, "That's all you get you filthy wh*r*."

Phil got dressed and walked out of the bathroom without a single word to me. Donna, cum soaked, sat down on the commode, looked up at me and, with her fingers frantically banging away at her hairy sn*tch, begged me to come fuck her. I got down from the commode that I was standing on and, as silently as Phil, walked to the door and exited the bar. I'd wait for Shannon in the lobby.

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[mamanrc]

great story....any pics of this adventure?

[video_boy]

Originally Posted by mamanrc

great story....any pics of this adventure?

I have tons of pictures and movies from the vacation, however due to obvious restrictions, I am not at liberty to show them. Sorry

[smoothazz2004]

Originally Posted by video_boy

I have tons of pictures and movies from the vacation, however due to obvious restrictions, I am not at liberty to show them. Sorry

What restrictions? Atleast a pic of Kat... PLEASE!!! lol great story

[video_boy]

When Shannon stepped off the elevator everything seemed to slow down like in the movies. It is amazing what a new haircut can do. I swear it took 10 years off her age. Even from the distance I was standing from, I could tell that she wore fake eyelashed which set off her brilliant blue eyes all the more. The dress, oh the dress, was light blue. It was the kind of dresss that reminded you of a bikini up top. It tied around her neck exposing and ample neckline and a simply cupped her 36B breast which looked much bigger. In the back it swooped low enough to be suggestive but not sl*tty. The dress fit very loosly in the middle and on the ass before stoppping about 6 inches from her knees. She wore those silver, 4 inch heels that kind of tie up above the ankle which really slimmed and showed the musculature of her legs. Quite honestly, I was stunned at how beautiful she was and became instantly horny.

"You like?" she asked grasping my arm to be escorted towards the limo that was waiting for us in front of the lobby.

"Me likey," I immaturely responded.

Opening the door to the limo was Charles, a huge back man, as he stood nearly 6'5". Despite his size, he acted and spoke with all the grace of the most distinguished English butler. The limo was a typical Lincoln Town Car, white with enough room for 6 passengers in back. When we were seated and instruction given to Charles, I poured us a drink of vodka and cranberry juice that I had stowed away in my carrying bag.

"What else you got it that bag," Shannon asked innocently.

"Don't you worry about what's in my bag," I said jokingly. "It's a surprise for later. And, it's not the only surprise I have planned for this evening." I thought about the joints that I had tucked away inside a cigarette pack in the breast pocket of my sport coat.

"Is that right," Shannon playfully stated, "Well, I have a few surprises for you as well." As she spoke she sat up in her seat just enough to remove the fabic of her dress from underneath her ass. She folded the dress neatly between her legs revealing her bare hips. "Ya wanna see," she continue with a lustful raise of her eye brows.

Like a child lustfully looking at an ice cream sundae being prepared for them, I nodded my head in the affirmative. She slowly removed her dress from her lap to reveal that she was pantiless. Her smooth pubic area just begged me to touch it. It was as smooth as a river rock. As if she had never gone through puberty as all.

Grabbing my digital camera, I said, "Pose for me, my little princess." And pose she did. She worked that camera like a seasoned professional, spreading her pussy lips to give me a glimpse of her vaginal walls. She took one breast out of her dress and licked her fingers and played with her erect nipples. She even got on her knees and put her ass into the air, playing with her pussy lips but not penetrating the honey pot. She reached over to turn up the radio and gave me an erotic lap dance while I sat on my hands at her insistance. I, needless to say, had a raging hard-on by the time we reached the restaurant.

The restaurant was one of those fancy ones. I rather not say which one but, suffice to say, you know that your gonna drop a couple of bills as soon as you walk in. We were seated in a booth near the back of the restaurant with a pretty good view of the Vegas strip from our window. Our waiter quickly came over and we ordered a couple of drinks and an appetizer. Shannon, almost immediately after his departure, took the digital camera from my pocket and excused herself to the restroom. When she arrived back at the table a few minutes afer she had left, are drinks had already been brought to us. She handed me back the camera, sat down, grabbed my hand and forced it under the table onto her sopping wet pussy.

"I made you a little movie while I was in the bathroom," she said matter-of-factly. "You can watch it later."

We enjoyed our drink and appetizer, ordered up our meal and sat lustfully talking to one another.

"Take your cock out," Shannon ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied really enjoying Shannon taking the lead for a change. I unzipped my pants and grabbed my penis through the silk boxers that I was wearing. I placed it gentle onto my lap. Shannon had her right hand in her crotch and, when my penis was exposed, rubbed her juices all over it and began to jack me off. All this while discussing the weather. Whenever my penis would become dry, she would retrieve more lube from her wet slit and continue where she left off. Soon, I had enough precum on the end of my cock that she used that.

"I'm gonna fucking cum if you don't stop, Shannon," I squeaked.

She took the camera off the table and began to take a movie of her jacking my cock. I was within seconds of cumming when our food arrived and I was forced to put my penis away. I think it is bad manners to eat your meal with your cock hanging out at a restaurant like this. At least I think I saw that on an episode of Julie Child once.

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