Author: Brett Lynn
Title: The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K: Luck Be A Lady
Hello, ladies and gents, and welcome to yet another
tale that is guaranteed to make you wish for an
onanastic release…or at least get you more intimate
with your spouse. ;-) However, if you are not of
legal age in your jurisdiction, or otherwise
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you that the name 'Brett Lynn' is a pen name, and I am
not connected in any form with anyone with the above
name. Now, with the legalese out of the way, let's
get on with the show.
THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: LUCK BE A LADY
By Brett Lynn
Miss K shook the sweat out of her hair as she stepped
out of the elevator. After running a good three miles
on the treadmill, she was drenched in sweat to the
point that her Black sports bra was soaked. Wiping
the sweat off of her brow, she made the short walk to
her hotel room, then knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Tracy called out.
"It's the rat pack arisen from the grave," Miss K
deadpanned. "It's me, Trace. Open up!"
"Alright, alright," Tracy said as she opened the door.
"I don't know why you felt the need to workout as soon
as we got here. A normal person would have hit the
tables right after hitting Vegas."
"I know, I know," Miss K said, enjoying the bright
lights of the strip from her $1,000 a night hotel
room. "Then again, there's a reason I made out with
my dot-com cash and most didn't…I don't gamble."
"Well, most people would consider radical cosmetic
surgery a gamble!"
"Hush," Miss K said, putting a finger over her lips to
enunciate the point. "Now let me get in the shower.
I feel like putting down a little bit of money
tonight."
"OK," Tracy said as Miss K began stripping off her
sports bra, then covering her to maintain her
modesty.
"Oooh," Tracy said as she plopped down on a couch and
watched her friend. "Why the modesty now?"
"Well, I can be modest whenever I want, BIIIATCH!"
Miss K said as she was almost doubled over in
laughter. Listening to Tracy fall out laughing and
brushing the sweaty hair out of her eyes, she stumbled
her way into the bathroom. Stripping off her jogging
shorts, and the spandex shorts she wore underneath,
she reached into the shower to get the water going.
She gave herself a shiver as the terry cloth washcloth
brushed her nipples, then steeled herself as she
carried it, the soap and the shampoo into the shower.
Wanting to wait for a bit of a release, she washed
gingerly across her body, scrubbing her flesh clean
before carefully cleaning off her genitals.
She stepped out the shower, then dried off her body
with a towel and had her auburn tresses blow-dried.
Stepping out of the shower, she walked into the
bedroom, complete with fine art on the walls and plush
burgundy carpet. After noticing the mints left on the
pillow, she opened up her drawers and selected a
thong and a matching lacy push-up bra. She slid the
thong up her legs, then pulled her limp dick between
her legs before pulling it up into place. Then she
pulled on her bra, cupping them a bit in her hands and
letting her palms linger over them until her nipples
began to harden. She pulled open the closet and
pulled out the plaid Burberry suit she had been saving
for a night just like this. The jacket was cut to hug
her waist and show off the massive she had,
while the skirt hugged her hips and stopped just short
of her crotch. Then she pulled out the matching 3
inch clogs and slid them on her feet. She dug the
room key and wallet out of her jogging gear, then slid
her into the suit pockets. Once she put on a coat of
burgundy lipstick and combed out her hair, she walked
out onto the marble hallway towards the living room.
Tracy heard the click of the heels before she saw her
friend. When she got up on her knees on the couch and
turned around, all she saw was Miss K's jiggling
flesh, shaken to perfection by the strut on her heels.
The plaid tightly tailored round Miss K's made
her mouth and water, a dull itch beginning
between her thighs as she so wanted to pull opened
that jacket and nurse on those silicone mammaries.
She finally looked up to Miss K faced just as she got
within a few steps of her, those dark lips just
begging to be kissed, which is just what Tracy did as
she wrapped one arm around Miss K's strong back, her
free hand mauling her friend's big tit.
"God, you can be a sexy woman at times!" Tracy said as
she reached into her track pants and rubber her pussy,
writhing her hips as she rubbed her clit. "You're
making me so wet!"
"Oh really?" Miss K said as she reached into Tracy's
pants and ran her fingers along her vulva. "That's
how I love my women."
As the two began to kiss again, Miss K slid two
fingers into Tracy's wet quim, pumping them as her
thumb rubbed her friend's clit and her tongue snaked
around Tracy's. As feeling her friend moan into her
mouth, Miss K pulled away from the kiss, smiling at
the trace of lipstick left on Tracy's lips, and pulled
the hand out of her pants. She took the two fingers
in her mouth and on them, smacking her lips a
she enjoyed the sweet taste.
"You taste delicious, Trace," Miss K said before
giving her friend a peck on the lips. "Now let's see
you look it."
"Alright, alright. I'll go," Tracy said as she
climbed over the couch, helped down by Tracy. "Just
you wait, missy!"
"I have no choice," Miss K said with a smile before
climbing over the couch and relaxing. "Just don't
keep me for too long, OK?"
"Alright K!" Tracy screamed as she disappeared off
into the bedroom. With that, Miss K changed the
channel on the TV, looking for something to watch to
kill the time. Eventually, she settled in to watch
"Juice", thinking about the days in Brooklyn.
As Miss K was patiently watching the move, she felt a
hand slowly slide into her jacket, then lightly
tweaked the nipple through her bra.
"I see your nipple is harder than a diamond," Tracy
deliberately hissed. "Now, I got something to show
you a bit more valuable."
Tracy's hair was set in big bouncy curls,
framing her face as it drifted down to the small of
her back. Her body glowed icy blue from the glittery
dress she wore, and her was pushed up and
perfectly framed in a neckline that reached down to
her navel. She wore all ice blue makeup, making her
smile seem brighter and warmer than ever, while the
dress clung perfectly to Tracy's legs and hips,
stopping just short of her six-inch stiletto heels.
"Wow, you look so incredible! Like a work of art,"
Miss K panted, feeling her thong tighten around her
hardening dick.
In response, Tracy bent over her friend, letting her
blonde hair cascade over her face as she reached into
Miss K's suit and massaged her boobs. "We can play
right now if you want."
Miss K whined a bit, then got to her feet and turned
off the TV. "I'd love to right now, Trace, but I
wanna go gamble. I want to give this high-rolling
thing a shot."
"OK," Tracy said as she walked around the couch. "So
who is going to be on whose arm?"
"Why don't I be on your arm. That should be fun."
"That's sounds like a plan to me," Tracy said as she
held out her arm for Miss K to hold onto. "Let's get
going!"
"You lead the way, ma."
***
The two ladies had made their way down to the casino
floor and settled into a blackjack table in the VIP
room. Surrounding them were people of money and
means, their expensive clothes advertising their
wealth as much as their wagers. Circulating through
the room were various members of the casino staff,
making sure their most valuable customers were well-
taken care of, making sure they made their
contribution to the casino's take.
Tracy sat next to Miss K, idly fingering their chips
as she followed the action. Miss K watched as the
dealer dealt out the next hand of blackjack. They
were just about breaking even for the night, barely
making a $200 profit on a $25,000 stash. Just as Miss
K was picking up her hand, she felt a hand tapping her
on her shoulder.
"How do you do, ma'am? My name is Bobby, and I'm here
to inquire about any needs you may have," the casino
staffer said as he offered his hand.
"Hit me," Miss K idly said before turning to Bobby and
shaking his hand. "My name is Ms. Stanford, and my
companion here is Ms. LaRue," Miss K said as she
gestured over to Tracy, a bit surprised at her
formality.
As Miss K turned back to the table to check out her
cards, Bobby continued the conversation in her ear.
"We here are willing to take care of any of our most
valued customers' needs."
"Damn," Miss K said as she saw the dealer won with his
hand. "What do you mean by that Bobby?"
"You know, food, drinks, other, shall I say, illicit
recreation."
"What do you mean?" Miss K said as Tracy laid out $500
in chips for the next bet.
"Well, we can connect you to our call service for
some after hours entertainment. Also, we can get you
whatever drug you want, just say the word. Weed,
coke, E…"
"E? Oh really?" Miss K said as her ears perked up,
asking for another hit with the blackjack dealer. She
motioned to Tracy, then whispered in her ear, "Hey,
this dude here can score us some hits. Wanna party
like a rat-packer and have some fun?"
"Who?" Tracy said out loud as the dealer attended to
the other players. Then she collected herself and
whispered in Miss K's ear, "Sure. I've tried that
once. Let's do it."
As the dealer turned over the cards on the table, Miss
K whispered in Bobby's ear, "Sure. We'll take a
couple hits."
Bobby backed away and smiled, then stepped away from
their table, presumably to get them what they asked.
"You want some OJ too?"
"Sure," Tracy answered. "Get a couple of glasses for
both of us."
"What's with the orange juice, Trace?" Miss K asked as
she turned back to the table and looked at her cards.
"Trust me on this one, K," Tracy said as she ran a
hand up Miss K's arm. "You'll need it to help
it."
"OK," Miss K said, smiling as she saw she had
blackjack on this hand, resulting in a tidy profit for
herself.
In almost no time, a waitress came over with a tray
with two small glasses of orange juice as well as an
envelope. "Mr. Jackson said that this is for you,"
the waitress said as she handed the envelope to Miss
K, then placed the orange juice on the railing. "If
you need Mr. Jackson's services anymore, here's his
card."
"Thanks," Miss K said as she slipped the card into her
jacket pocket, then watched the waitress walk away.
As Miss K called for a hit on her hand, Tracy slid up
next to her friend and whispered, "shall we do it?",
punctuating it with a lick of her ear.
"Sure," Miss K whispered back. "After all, it's sex,
drugs and rock 'n' roll, right?" She then pulled
Tracy into a deep tongue kiss, much to the applause of
a couple of the other players. Then she put the
envelope on the railing and pulled out a dull-pink
pill, accidentally knocking it on the floor.
"Let's go," Miss K said at a half-whisper as Tracy
picked up the envelope and pulled out her tab. As the
two smiled at each other, they popped the pills into
their mouth and took a sip of the orange juice ease
the pill down.
"How about this, K? After three more hands, we can
take a cab to the Strip. I want to be among those
bright lights when it hits," Tracy blurted out.
"OK," Miss K said as she gave Tracy a peck on the
cheek. "Three more hands," she said with a smile.
She then looked on as the dealer flipped over the
cards and announced she had blackjack. She smiled,
then took the chips from the dealer for winning.
Beaming with joy, she parceled out three more wagers
of $250 a piece and handed them over to Tracy to place
on the table.
After losing the next three hands in quick succession,
the two ladies pushed away from the table, and walked
arm and arm to cash in their chips. As the ladies
strutted their way across the casino floor to the
cashier, Miss K and Tracy felt sexy as hell feeling
their clothes clinging to their curves, enjoying the
power of lust they created. Miss K felt her dick and
nipples get hard from the occasional gaze she got from
the ladies in the casino, knowing that they all wanted
to be her and hopefully wanted to fuck her hot body.
After letting go of Tracy's arm, Miss K handed over
her chips to the clerk, then furtively stuffed her
winnings in her purse. Then the two ladies walked out
the front door together, both of them feeling up each
other's butts while Tracy manipulated a finger to
tease Miss K's tip.
Once they got in a waiting cab in front of the hotel,
the two ladies sped off towards the bright lights of
the strip, enjoying the neon glow of the city as they
waited for the E to take effect. In a few short
minutes, they were in the midst of the strip, enjoying
the electric light parade of the various casinos as
they passed by. Miss K was idly toying with her hair,
checking out Tracy's ample in the ambient
light.
"Hey, Trace!"
"Yeah, K?"
"I don't see what the big deal is with being on the
Strip after taking some…"
Miss K paused in mid-sentence as she looked around her
in what appeared to be a different world, or at least
a brighter one. After shielding her eyes for a brief
moment, she looked at the impossibly bright city
around her, the Golden Palace marquee that had just
came up looking almost as bright as the sun.
"Wow! I see what you mean, definitely," Miss K said
as she sat back in her seat. "This can't be right,"
she continued as she shook her head in disbelief."
"I know what you mean," Tracy said after an unnatural
pause. "Sorry for the wait. I was just thinking
about something."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
Miss K sat there letting the thoughts race in her
head. Suddenly, in the rush of thoughts in her head,
she turned and looked at Tracy, and her mind began to
race.
"Damn, she's sexy," Miss K thought quickly to herself.
"She so beautiful. I would have killed to fuck
someone like her in high school. Heck, I damn near
killed myself with this body and all that plastic
surgery. Damn, I wanna fuck her. But I don't get why
she's with me. She's rolled with me so much on this
trip. She could have bounced any time she wanted. I
hope I didn't threaten her. Damn, fucking size thing
again. But seriously, she's rocked with me. She's
done everything I've asked of her. She's put up with
me and my bullshit. Maybe she gives a fuck about me.
Maybe she just wants to make me happy. God, a chick
that actually wants to make me happy. What a wild
concept. Shit, she'd do anything to make me feel
good. Now that I think it, I would too. It feels so
nice to see her happy and shit, and not because of the
money. Shit, she didn't have to fuck with me on this
road trip thing. Plus she's so beautiful when she's
happy, especially the way she glows and oh shit…"
The realization hit Miss K like a ton of bricks. She
slid herself into the corner of the car and looked at
Tracy, studying every inch of her body. Instead of
coolly thinking of her body as a series of nerve
endings to play like an instrument, she saw it as a
whole, a beautiful whole that held the consciousness
of someone she didn't want to see hurt, but pleasured
and taken care of in ever way possible. She finally
focus on her Tracy's lips, looking at how soft they
looked, thinking how good they made her feel ever step
of this road trip. "God, I gotta thank her properly,"
Miss K accidentally said out loud as she was thinking
to herself.
Tracy broke out of her train of thought as she saw her
friend's big, sturdy, curvy frame coming towards her.
"I don't want to be fucked right now, K," Tracy said
as she saw her friend moving towards her. "All I want
right now is…"
Instead of feeling the lustful force she usually felt
from Miss K, Tracy felt something different in the
kiss. There was a patience and gentleness she hadn't
felt before as she gently nursed on the tip of Miss
K's tongue that slipped between her lips. Then, she
closed her eyes and felt her friend's had slide up her
arm. Strangely, it didn't feel like her nerves were
being played with as usual. Even though she knew Miss
K could play her body like a virtuoso, there was
something different there, something more admiring as
she felt Miss K's large, firm press down on top
of hers with their weight. Finally, she felt Miss K
pull away from her just enough that when she opened
her eyes, she looked right into her friend's. For
once, the lust simply wasn't there. It was something
else, something completely new that she felt when she
saw Miss K simply smile and nod her head.
"I understand," Tracy quietly said with a smile.
Miss K went back to kiss Tracy again, idly reaching
her hand to pull down the strap of Tracy's dress. She
kissed her way down to the nape of her neck, lingering
there as she pulled one of her out of the
dress. Sighing as she felt Tracy reach into her
jacket, she bent down and began to blindly nurse on
her friend's tit. As she felt her hair being
caressed, she slowly on the hardening nipple in
her mouth, then opened her eyes to se Tracy's eyes in
pure bliss, her face framed by the passing lights of
Vegas. She gasped when she felt her nipple popped
from her bra, hardening instantly on Tracy's touch,
before swirling her tongue over the chocolate areolas.
When she felt Tracy tug on her auburn locks, Miss K
slid her lips back up Tracy's body ad on her
lips firmly. When she felt Tracy push on her
shoulders, she simply fell back in the seat and let
Tracy climb on top of her right leg. As Tracy held on
to and squeezed the other tit, she felt her friend
wetly kiss and suck on her nipple. While Miss K
wrapped her hands around Tracy's shoulders, holding
her to her bosom, Tracy unwrapped her fingers from
Miss K's and placed it on her knee. Slowly,
Tracy's hand slid up Miss K's quivering thigh, her
chest heaving as it was desperate to feed her friend
her breast. Little by little, Tracy's hand slid up
Miss K's thigh and under her skirt, making Miss K's
flesh quiver. She gasped as she felt Tracy's hand
grasp her dick in her thong, then lifted her hips into
Tracy, pressing her dick into the palm of her friend's
hand. She held onto Tracy's curls and pressed
her head tightly to her breasts, letting her nurse on
the while she jacked her cock through the
thong.
"Driver," Miss K breathlessly said. "Get us back to
the hotel now." She steeled herself just enough to
pull a $50 bill out of her purse and throw it in the
front seat. "Just GO! NOW!"
The cab driver, taking the hint, made a U-turn on the
Strip and sped back to the hotel. The jolt from the
turn roused Tracy out of her rapture and got her to
slide up into Miss K's lap. As the driver hurried
back to the casino, the two held each other, caressing
each other's curves as they looked at each other in
the low light, kissing intermittently. Just as Miss K
was about to peck Tracy's nose, the car came to a
sudden halt, throwing Tracy into the nape of Miss K's
neck.
"Are you OK back there?" the cab driver called out.
"Sure, I'm fine. No big deal," Tracy said as she sat
back up, then rolled into the seat. "Did you pay him,
honey?"
"Yeah, Trace," Miss K said as she grabbed her purse.
"Now let's get back to the hotel room. Don't forget
about your dress."
"Right," Tracy said as she pulled the strap of her
dress back up and adjusted her cleavage. She then
opened the door and stepped out, with Miss K quickly
following as she held her hand.
The two walked to the elevator arm-in-arm, smiling
bright at anyone who just happened to pass by. Then,
they got on the elevator to their floor and walked to
the door of their hotel room. Miss K fished the
electronic key out of her purse and opened the door,
looking at the living room lit by the glow of the
strip in the distance. Then, she looked into Tracy's
eyes, completely lost.
"What's wrong K?"
"I dunno what to do now. Normally I'd fuck you into a
coma, get myself off, then wake you up and watch some
TV. Now….I dunno."
"Yeah, me neither. Fuck that hard is fun, but…"
The two looked deep into each other's eyes, then faded
into a deep, meaningful kiss, holding each other as
Miss K leaned Tracy into the door jam. As the two
kept kissing, Miss K's hands slid down over Tracy's
big soft butt and onto the back of her hips. She
lifted Tracy's legs into her arms just as Tracy
Miss K's tongue into her mouth, making the heat on her
belly that much hotter. As she felt Tracy's wet
rub on her stomach as Tracy's tongue caressed inside
her mouth, making her hum in pleasure, her thong
getting tighter with each passing second. Eventually,
she felt her legs begin to tire, so she closed the
door behind her as she carried Tracy over to the
couch. She sat down and let Tracy lay on top of her,
their lips now breaking as she tried to suck the
breath out of each other.
Tracy finally pulled away, leaned back on her
haunches, in a deep breath, and then pulled
open Miss K's suit jacket. She pulled the jacket off
of Miss K's arms, letting her fingers linger on Miss
K's strong arms, then unclasped Miss K's bra. She
hefted the huge in her hands, then squeezed
them some, letting her thumbs play with the nipples.
As she was doing this, she looked up into Miss K's
face and smiled, receiving a smile in return. She
slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders,
revealing her good-sized breasts, then held them up in
her hands, rubbing them in the process. After letting
them drop, she bent down to kiss Miss K again,
swirling their tongues together as they pressed their
bodies together, Miss K's arms around her back. She
felt her juice and throb with the anticipation
that Miss K was going to be inside of her soon, right
where she needed her. Finally, she slid her hands in
between their bodies and pushed away from her friend.
Then, she reached down, pulled up Miss K's skirt, and
then pulled Miss K's semi-hard dick out into her
grasp.
"Please, let me put this inside me," Tracy said as she
stroked the swelling member in her hands. "I want us
to be together."
"Oh God yeah," Miss K said, almost in tears from the
desire. "Please, do it."
Tracy concentrated her strokes right around the tip,
feeling Miss K's swollen dick flex in her hands. She
then lifted herself up and lined the tip up with her
pussy. Once she left herself drop, both Tracy and
Miss K moaned, glad that they were joining together
and delirious with joy. When Miss K felt Tracy's wet
nether lips kiss the base of the dick, she fell back
and screamed in pleasure, almost shivering from the
thought of them being together. She wrapped one arm
around Tracy's butt, another around her back and
started to rock her hips into Tracy's, Tracy's own
body keeping pace. She then reached up for yet
another deep kiss, enjoying Tracy's taste and smell as
their lips hugged each other.
Miss K rocked her hips into Tracy's body, squeezing
her soft butt, grateful that she had such a beautiful
girl in her arms. She pushed Tracy up on her knees
and grabbed her as they rolled their hips
together, rolling her hard nipples through her
fingers. "God damn, she's beautiful," she thought to
herself as she raised up and on a nipple. "How
the hell does a computer geek from Brooklyn get this
to give a fuck about me?"
As she slid her mouth up Tracy's body to suck on the
nape of her neck, her hips got more insistent, feeling
the sensation from her crotch through her body. She
felt her senses melt into Tracy's body, feeling Tracy
melt back into her as they kissed and made love.
Slowly, she felt herself feel more and more ecstatic
as the couple wrapped their arms around each other and
became one. Their hips began to move faster and
faster as the heat and sensations began to shoot out
from every pore, moaning their joy into each other's
mouth as they cruised each other in the darkness.
Miss K felt Tracy's body suddenly shudder, then
explode in her arms, her sugar walls trying to pull
her deeper inside her as she came. Miss K then let go
as much as she could, feeling her soul get pulled out
from her dick as she felt herself release inside
Tracy, barely feeling the juices running down the
sides of her cock. She kept going and going, wanting
to give her all to Tracy as much as she could, not
wanting to cheap her one bit as she poured out her
soul.
Slowly, she came to, with Tracy slumped down on top of
her nuzzling at her neck. Suddenly, a wave of
thoughts hit Miss K like a ton of bricks. "You're in
a beautiful hotel room in Vegas with a beautiful
and a beautiful body with all the money in the world.
I'm a fraud."
"Honeywegottatalk."
"What, K? Everything OK?" Tracy said, planting a kiss
on Miss K's neck before sitting up, the two still
joined together.
"Please, I gotta talk. Just hear me out."
"OK. I'll listen, honey," Tracy said as she sat up on
her knees, smiling down on Miss K and pulling a loose
hair away from her friend's face.
"You know, coming up, I was always a geek. So what
that the shit eventually made me a millionaire
hundreds of times over. This geek shit didn't get me
none. And I always had a knack for trying to pick up
the finest women too, with the good hair and curvy
bodies and the big tits. Damn, they were so fine…and
pretty too. They always punked me out and shit, and
man did they trick me out, doing all kind of stuff,
playing pranks, on me, the whole nine yards.
It kept going and going and going. Shit, even in
college, they kept teasing with their wiles and I
fucking hated it. I hated it. I hated how those
fucking bitches controlled me. All this fucking
science and math and computer shit? It's worthless.
The billion-dollar company I helped build with fucking
technology is worthless. Why? Because like Bell Biv
Devoe said in my high school days, never trust a big
butt and a smile. The power in society is always
social. The right with the right curves can get
anything ever built. It's fucked up, but as long as
society fears what they don't understand, hate what
they can't conquer, the theory of is going to be
about who can control what.
"And you know what? That power is sexual. All the
fucking logic in the world disappears the second the
blood flow increased in the crotch and the breath
quickens. I started reading these on the net
when I got rich. I didn't have shit to do. Anyway, I
started reading these where the were
turned into chicks, and the power of being that sexy
was such a fucking turn on, knowing you had become the
object of desire, especially to the chick who
transformed you. But I thought they didn't go far
enough. They were always forced to give it up and
become some fucking toy to some closet case guy
looking for dick in an environmentally friendly
package. Fucking bullshit.
"Shit, I know I'm rambling, so lemme get to the point.
I made myself what I am to get that power, the lust.
I wanted women to look at me in pure envy with my
clothes on, and with lust with my clothes off. Heck,
I love it when they want me and my sexy ass even with
my clothes on. I want them to need me, to lust for
me, to fucking soak their panties, to drive them out
of their minds and out of control on the site of me
the same way they did to me over the years. I want
them so desperate for me that they give up everything
and scratch that itch between their legs that never
gets relieved, have them passed out in an lust-induced
coma all because of me. I want to be that lust object
because it makes me a fucking goddess that everyone
wants to worship. You like that? You like being my
subject?"
"Wow, K. I never knew it was that deep with you,"
Tracy said, shocked at what Miss K said. "I didn't
know that you had it so rough."
"Yeah. All this money doesn't buy me a new pass.
Money can't buy me happiness," Miss K said with a sob
in her voice. "Shit, I need to get me some happiness,
give someone something to offer besides cash, That's
the other reason I got this body. After all, what can
an ordinary geek like me have to offer besides cash.
Knicks season tickets Perl scripts? No. I had to
give them someone as beautiful as they are…and I think
you fucked that up."
"Don't worry. You're a nice guy, K. You got plenty
to offend," Tracy said, lightly stroking Miss K's hair
while squeezing her still-embedded dick with her
pussy.
"Guy? What do you mean?" Miss K said as a tear
dripped down her cheek.
"Look, I'm gonna be real. At first, I thought you
were just some weird rich guy who was my ticket out of
town. I wanted to see the world, you know, and that
big dick was just a plus. I was just hoping to make
it west and go Hollywood, and all that. Then I saw
something. I saw the nice guy with the girl's body
wasn't just using me. You were trying to make sure I
was alright, make sure I was happy, feeding me, taking
care of me. So of course, I had to help you out.
Plus, all the time we talked on the road showed you to
be a nice guy. Shit, if you were just using me for a
nut, like you kept claiming, you would have done much
worst by me. You're a nice guy, K. I care about
you."
"But you called me a…"
"Relax. You look like a beautiful woman. Don't get
me wrong. All the money you spent was worth it, and
I'd kill to be that tall and curvy. But let's face
it. Underneath all of that, you're a guy, a very nice
one, but a guy. Clothes don't make the a girl,
and neither does the body. It's in all how you act,
who you are. And you're the nicest guy I've ever met,
fuck the money."
Tracy then bent down, held Miss K's head and kissed
her tenderly, just letting her tongue poke into Miss
K's mouth for just a second. "Now come with me,"
Tracy said as she sat up and began to extract Miss K's
semi-hard dick from her coochie. "God DAMN, you a big
man!," she grunted as she struggled to pull off from
the dick. Finally, she got off of Miss K's dick and
plopped down wetly on Miss K's thigh, their juices
oozing out of Tracy. "I wanna look at the bright
lights of Vegas. Come on! It'll be fun," she said as
she walked to the balcony.
"Alright, I'm coming," Miss K said, struggling to get
decent while Tracy pulled the straps of her dress back
onto her shoulders, then stepped out to the balcony.
After throwing on her suit jacket braless and tucking
herself back into her thong, she walked out in a haze
of E and sex to meet Tracy. When she got to the
balcony, she saw Tracy's dress sparkle like a diamond
in the outdoor light, while the Strip glowed in the
hazy midnight blue sky. Miss K wrapped her arm around
Tracy's back and enjoyed the view, as well as Tracy's
arm around her waist.
Slowly, as Miss K watched the lights, she felt Tracy's
soft body heat on her body, enjoying the feminine
flesh on her. She furtively slid her hand down
Tracy's dress and under the hem, desperate to show her
appreciation through her fingers. She slid her
fingers through those soft folds, tickling them
softly, desperate to show how much she cared for
Tracy.
"K…stop that, please," Tracy hazily said. "It's OK.
You don't have to."
"I just wanna make you so happy," Miss K said as she
dropped down to her knees and lifted up Tracy's dress,
probing at her and gently rubbing her clit.
"No, you don't…" Tracy said before looking over her
shoulder at her friend, seeing the desperation and
pleading and caring in her eyes. "What am I
thinking?" Tracy thought to herself. "Someone wants
to make me happy unconditionally, and I'm turning it
down?"
"Go ahead, K," she said. "Just be gentle."
"I promise."
With that, Miss K tenderly kissed Tracy's lotus
flower, tending to her cunny with her lips. She moved
her lips to every single crevice she could snake out
her tongue, planting a kiss everywhere she went. When
she felt Tracy's juices begin to flow, she began to
suck up the juices from her soft lips, trying to
follow the moving target on her lips as Tracy began to
move her hips. She kept trying to drink her juices,
loving how tangy and sweet and sticky she was,
realizing how sweet a she really was. She
tentatively snaked out her tongue, trying to get more
of her essence from the inside as she tried to suck
the taste out of the outside. More and more, she
tried to get more and more of Tracy on her tongue,
sliding her tongue around to get every drop that she
could find. Desperate to get more and more of her,
she hard on Tracy's labia, her hands holding on
strongly to Tracy's hips to stabilize her. She
wildly on Tracy's lips, working her tongue along the
insides to replace the very essence she was
out, trying to show her adoration to Tracy's center.
As she kept up her desperate search, she felt Tracy
stiffen up in her hands and flood her mouth with
juices, her sugar walls pulling on her tongue as she
kept trying to lap up her juices. She felt great
sucking up her juices, feeling her nipples get hard
and her thong get tight as she kept lapping up her
juices. Miss K felt Tracy reach back and run her
hands through her hair, then grab it as she pulled her
head way from her pussy.
"That's enough K," Tracy said as Miss K got to her
feet. "Nice as that felt, I'm a little sensitive down
there now."
"I'm sorry," Miss K said as she wrapped her arms
around Tracy and held her tight. After holding her
tight and looking off into the distance, Tracy's soft
ass pressing perfectly into her crotch, she bent down
and started nibbling on the nape of Tracy's neck,
feeling her dick slowly unfurl and threaten to pop out
of her panties.
"This is so perfect," Miss K said as she kept looking
into the distance. "I'm living the life of a person
of leisure in the penthouse, the product of all this
work…and mow I have someone to share it with."
"Aww, thanks K," Tracy said as she leaned back and
kissed Miss K on the cheek. "That's sweet."
"I want us to be joined again, but I don't think I
could fit back there without, you know, hurting you
Trace, and I don't wanna do that," Miss K said as she
squeezed Tracy tighter with her long arms.
"Don't worry. There has to be something we can use as
lube around here. That would feel better, K."
"OK," Miss K said as she reluctantly let go of Tracy.
"I'll be right back." Then, she suddenly remembered a
side effect of the E she was taking. "Oh, by the way,
you want some water?"
"You're right about that K! I forgot that we're
rolling. Get me a glass of water while you're back
there."
"OK."
Finally managing to tear her attention away from Tracy
for a moment, she went to look for something she could
use for lube first. She turned out the bathroom
light, then searched the bathroom for something that
could be suitably used, then almost knocked over a
small bottle of shampoo. After opening it and taking
a small sample of it in her hands, she smiled and
stuffed it in her suit jacket pocket. She then walked
over to the minibar in the living room, opened the
fridge and pulled out a couple of bottles of water
than were already there. Opening one for herself, she
drank the water as quickly as she could, swallowing it
all in 3 gulps. After placing both the spent and full
water bottle on the table, she opened the remaining
bottle, then pulled the shampoo out of her suit jacket
pocket. She dropped a large blob of shampoo in the
palm on her hand, she reached under her skirt to pull
out her hard cock. She coated the chocolate shaft
with the shampoo, making sure to put a little extra on
the tip, then picked up the shampoo to put on a little
bit on her fingertips. Picking up the full bottle of
water, she kicked off her heels and quietly walked to
the balcony, where Tracy was still staring at the
lights, fascinated by the flash. She padded up to
Tracy and reached around her with one hand to give her
the water while the other hand slid underneath the
skirt to lube her asshole.
"Here's the water you asked for," Miss K said as Tracy
gasped, shocked at the two fingers pressing at her
package.
"Thank you," Tracy said in shock, not prepared for the
tip that gently pressed on her ass and barely wedged
itself inside.
Miss K took Tracy's free hand, held it tight, then
whispered in her ear, "just hold tight. I'll be
gentle. I promise."
Tracy then held on tight to her friend's hand, sipping
on the water bottle in her other hand while Miss K
slowly eased in one inch into her ass, making her gasp
and choke a bit on her water. After she got her
composure back, she felt Miss K wrap an arm around her
waist as she breathed in her ear and gently eased inch
after inch inside of her, slowly filling her. Seconds
drifted into minutes as she nursed her bottle of water
empty and longed to feel Miss K's balls flush with her
pussy, feeling her friend deep inside her. When she
felt Miss K slide herself all the way inside of her,
she gasped in pleasure, squeezing Miss K's hand hard
and her water bottle so tight it crumpled. She looked
over her shoulder, smiled and purred, "That feels so
good."
Miss K let go of Tracy's hand and slid it under her
skirt to massage Tracy's clit, holding her dick still
as she nibbled on Tracy's ear. Vaguely hearing the
plastic bottle drop to the floor, she pulled Tracy's
head around to kiss her firmly, holding onto one of
her with her forearm. Breaking off the kiss,
she slowly pumped an inch or two out of Tracy's butt
to keep herself hard while she caressed her with
one hand and her with the other.
"Am I making you good right now?" Miss K said as she
pulled Tracy's clit with her fingers and rolled it
between them.
"Yeah," Tracy replied, her breathing becoming more
ragged.
"Do you need me right now?"
"Yeah…I feel so good in your strong arms, you filling
me up…thank you."
"You're so welcome," Miss K said as she kissed Tracy
on the cheek, her hand cupping Tracy's juicy pussy.
She placed one of Tracy's hands behind her neck, then
started slowly sliding her dick in and out of Tracy's
ass, teasing her clit with her fingers. She
frequently stopped and started in her pumps, trying to
get Tracy desperate to push her dick up her ass as
deeply as she could. Little by little, it appeared to
work, as Tracy began to use her butt muscles to pull
on the gently thrusting shaft, slowly it down as it
pulled out. Miss K's hands continued to pet Tracy's
wet kitty, soaking themselves in the wetness that
dripped out of Tracy. Miss K then lifted her hand up
to taste Tracy's juices, then offered her hand to
Tracy.
"Wanna taste how sweet and delicious you are?"
"With pleasure," Tracy gasped as she took one finger
in her mouth and it like a dick, making Miss
K's member pulse inside of her. She felt Miss K's
cock get harder and veinier inside of her as she
sucked on each finger, then felt her friend's whole
body shake as she snaked her tongue over Miss K's palm
to get the last of the fluids.
"Mmm…I am delicious, though not as and creamy as
you," Tracy said as she kissed Miss K's hand. "Too
bad I can't taste you when you shoot back there."
"Maybe if I fuck you hard enough and hard enough,
you can taste me in your mouth," Miss K purred.
"Would you like to feel that?"
Miss K got a response as she felt Tracy shudder as the
thought, gasp and soak her hand, letting herself go
into a mini-orgasm as the thought of tasting her.
Tracy then bent over the railing of the balcony,
holding onto it with her hands while she pushed her
ass onto her friend's dick. "Do it, K! Fuck me hard
and as hard as you can…please?"
Tracy felt Miss K's strong hands grab her shoulders,
then trail their way down the sides of her body, past
her and right into that pillowy soft ass. She
felt her cheeks being squeezed and separated as Miss K
reared back and thrust into her. She hummed and purred
as she felt Miss K's dick seemingly push into her
throat, her hard nipples rubbing on the inside of her
dress. She heard the steady tap on her ass as the
huge member moved inside of her, Miss K's balls
maddening slapping on her just enough to tease.
She felt the throbbing heat deep in her and her
belly as Miss K's tip hit spot she had never realized
it touched before, feeling completely connected to
Miss K's pipe. She clamped her asshole down on it,
hoping to use it to milking her friend's huge cock of
its stored cum.
When she felt Miss K press her hips flush with her ass
and swirl around her insides with her hard dick, Tracy
clamped down even harder with her rectal muscles,
trying to twist the skin right off of Miss K's dick.
She felt the shaft expand inside of her, the tip feels
bigger and softer than before, making her anticipate
Miss K's cum. The first shot of inside of her
felt like it hit the back of her stomach, making her
eyes jump open in surprise, then felt the rest of the
load shoot out right by her kidneys, feeling some of
it ooze down the sides of her rectum. She felt the
warm fluid inside of her slosh around inside, she felt
go glad to finally feel a part of Miss K left inside
of her forever that her began to moisten even
more, the sensitive flesh almost driving her to
simply from the breeze. A few flicks of her clit from
Miss K's teasing sent her over the edge again, making
her bit her lips and tighten her legs as her hips
bucked up and down, riding the wave and the last few
drops of from Miss K's dick.
"Mmm," Tracy purred as she came down from her cum.
"It feels so good to have your dick inside of me."
Miss K gently eased herself out of Tracy's ass, then
tapped her dick on her ass before bending down and
giving Tracy a bear hug from behind. "Thank you so
much," she said before giving Tracy a kiss on the
cheek. Suddenly, Miss K darted away, plopping down on
the couch in a huff.
"What's wrong, K? Tracy said, running off after her.
"You didn't touch my or check out my ass. You
must think I'm enough for you, Trace?"
"Yes I do."
"No you don't," Miss K said in an annoyed tone.
"Prove it."
Tracy tugged on Miss K's arms to open them, then
opened up her suit jacket to bare her breasts. As
Tracy bent down to nurse on a nipple, Miss K wrapped
her fingers out Tracy's springy curls, cooing
in pleasure as she felt Tracy trace out her areolas
with her tongue. When Miss K pulled Tracy over to the
other breast, Tracy began to nurse on it too, slowly
sucking and lapping at Miss K's hard nipple. Tracy's
free hand was attached to the other breast, squeezing
it as she let the hard nipple trace out a pattern on
her palm from her ministrations. She laid back and
enjoyed the sensation of having her milked by
Tracy's mouth, wishing they were filled with something
other than silicone so she could flood her mouth with
sweet milk. She moaned as she felt Tracy bat around
one nipple with her tongue, then the other, tickling
her areolas with the spit that flicked off. She lift
up her hips when Tracy tries to slide her hands under
them, letting her lift up her skirt and play with the
cheeks of her ass, massaging them in her hands.
"Honey, I'm getting you a call girl," Miss K blurted
out.
"Why, hon?" Tracy said as she rubbed Miss K's breasts.
"Still think you're not enough woman for me? Well, I
think so," Tracy continued, flicking Miss K's nipples
with her thumb. Then, she reached down between Miss
K's legs and grabbed her semi-hard dick, and said, "
as well as more than enough for me. Relax!"
"But I don't have a for you."
"I could eat your ass."
"Hmmm…I dunno," Miss K said as she sat there thinking
to herself. Then she got up on her knees on the couch
and spread her legs a bit, allowing her asshole to
peek out. "Do it then. Eat my ass like you would eat
my pussy."
Miss K raised up a bit to see Tracy kneel behind her
bottom, then felt her caress her balls. She then felt
Tracy's tongue lick the inside of her ass cheeks,
letting the drying moisture each her nerves. As she
was doing this, she had her fingers flick and pinch at
the tip of her dangling dick, treating the ridge on
the top of her cock like a clit. Tracy began to lick
around her asshole, taking care to avoid it, while she
pinched off the ridge on the tip and rubbed it between
her fingers. She then felt Tracy grab her butt,
spread it and rim her asshole itself, making her dick
twist as she felt the spit cooling right on her ass.
Little by little, she felt Tracy's tongue concentrate
on her ass, punctuated by a hard smack on her ass that
make her flesh juggle. As Tracy continued her
ministrations in her ass, she felt the tip of her
friend's tongue just slip into her ass, eliciting a
gasp from her. While she felt Tracy twist and pull
her tip with her fingers, she felt Tracy's tongue slip
into her ass deeper and more often.
Soon, she felt her ass get tongue fucked, tickling her
prostate as her tip was being teased by Tracy's
educated fingers. Some more fingers replaced the
tongue on her ass, stimulating her prostate more as
she felt her tongue lick up and down the crack of her
ass, then back around her asshole. She felt a
coming on, and she grabbed onto the couch, holding on
her stability. When Tracy felt Miss K's tip swell in
her fingers, she got down under her and on the
tip, jerking her dick in her hand until she felt her
friend's body stiffen up. Miss K then let the
ooze out of her, the watery spend collecting in
Tracy's mouth, much to her delight. She felt Tracy
rub the rest of her onto her lips, then felt her
climb up on the couch next to her.
"Hey! I thought I should get all of you, so I thought
I should share," Tracy said with a smile, Miss K's
still on her tongue and in her cheeks.
"Sure," Miss K said before pulling Tracy into a deep
tongue kiss, swapping spit and as both of them
held onto each other's heads. As the two separated,
they both swallowed the in their mouths and smiled
at each other.
"That was different," Miss K said to herself. "I've
tasted my own before, but not swallowed."
"Don't sweat it. It was just a spur of the moment
thing," Tracy said right before putting a kiss on Miss
K's cheek.
"Hey, it did come from me, right?" Miss K said with a
giggle. She then got off of her knees and sat down on
the couch, pulling Tracy next to her with a hug.
"Anyway, that's enough. Let's just sit here and
cuddle. Besides, you're so soft…"
"…And you're so strong, even for someone with hips and
tits" Tracy said with a kiss on the cheek. "But let's
just sit here. I just wanna hold you."
"You too."
Silence descended on the hotel room, the lights of
Vegas flickering through the windows off in the
distance as the two ladies held each other, content
for the rest of the night with body heat and their own
thoughts.
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