Viva Las Vegas

Elisa spent the next few days traveling west from Colorado. She took it nice and slow, and not just because she was getting an incredible amount of dick. The crisscrossing train network made it really easy to meet and have sex with new people, and her sex-starved body was drinking it all in. This was how her life was supposed to be lived, not doped up on inhibitors and **** to rely on fake dicks and vibrators. One particularly memorable guy was a kid who’d just turned eighteen, and was treating himself to a cross-country fuck tour to try out guys and girls from every state. He basically lived in her ass for a good six hours, repeatedly assfucking her and cumming inside of her, over and over again until their train stops meant they needed to part ways. She boarded her train to Vegas feeling clear headed and happier with herself than she had in years.

It was getting to the point where she was starting to forget just how much sex she was even having, which was itself a great feeling. It was all becoming a blur of cocks and pussies and cum and orgasms. Every time cum splattered on her needy body, or a guy blew his load in any of her holes, or a girl came on her mouth or fingers, it felt like a triumph. It was a shame the constant orgy that had become her life couldn’t last.

It came as no surprise when as she was checking into her group room off the Vegas Strip that some dude came up behind her and just started fucking her from behind. She wished she had the mental control to maintain the check in process with the poised but equally fucked check in girl, who was clearly more used to random cocks inside her than Elisa was.

It was a match made in heaven for about ten minutes. They fucked, she came, he came, he left her to finish her check in. Elisa doubted she could pick him out of a lineup. After getting not-quite-laughed-at by the check in girl who hadn’t yet stopped riding the cock she was sitting on, Elisa finally made her way to the group room where she’d be staying during her trip to Vegas.

The group room was everything she hoped for and more. A mass of bodies writhed on the floor – which was itself basically a giant bed – fucking the day away. Group rooms were cheaper than standard hotel rooms, and basically you just sleep where you lay. The downside being, the chance of being woken up by a random cock or tongue pushing its way into you was pretty high, so a good night’s sleep was rarely guaranteed.

That downside didn’t particularly matter to Elisa. She’d made it to Vegas a bit earlier than anticipated, so she had two days to kill. She didn’t feel the need to see the neon palace and she didn’t really have the money to gamble or see shows. So for the next two days, she had to do only four things: eat, sleep, shower, and fuck. It was all she could do to put her laptop and her travel pack into the locker provided. Her thumbprint was accepted, the locker sealed up. Time to have some fun!

She started with an inviting looking cunt, an olive-skinned girl had her legs spread while another girl sat on her face. Elisa just flopped down on the mat and dove in, savoring eating the cum out of the stranger’s pussy. As another anonymous man lay on top of her and started fucking her prone body, she knew she was home.

The next two days were a blur of orgasms. Elisa’s body was used and abused in ways she couldn’t have imagined back in her exile in the prude world. Her body was finally getting what it wanted. The only sleep she got was when she passed out from orgasmic bliss, only to wake up again when her body was once again stimulated towards yet another orgasm. She didn’t bother to get to know anyone else in the hostel, as far as she was concerned, they only existed to get her off or cum for her. And while the number of strangers in the group room changed as people went about their days, the activities did not. There wasn’t even a TV in the room. Just a number of sexy, horny Sexworld bodies.

Elisa was off to the side of the room, propped up against the wall and giving a stranger a lazy blowjob when her watch’s alarm went off. It would be hard to pry herself away from the cum-splattered heaven she found herself in, but she didn’t come to Sexworld for this. This was a perk. She intensified her blowjob, making sure to swallow every drop when her guy came, then got herself up. One last shower, and one last shower fuck with a girl who really wanted to make sure Elisa’s pussy was extra-clean, she got her things out of the locker, got dressed in crotchless panties, a short miniskirt, and a fishnet bikini top – completing the ensemble with her old hiking boots, and checked out of the hostel, before making her way into the Las Vegas sun.

Her first stop was a Starbuck’s. She bought a small iced coffee and got on her laptop to confirm her appointment. It was hard connecting on the spotty Wi-Fi, but connect she did. She confirmed her meeting, then put the device back in her pack. She looked back up to find a very nice cock waving in front of her face. She’d deliberately left plenty of time before her meeting for just such an occasion, so she took some initiative, leaned forward, and sucked the head of the mystery dick into her mouth.

“Hi there,” a guy said.

“Hmm,” Elisa replied. She saw no reason to reply to him, she only cared about the part of him she was currently sucking.

“You clearly want some cream with your coffee.”

That one deserved a response. “If you’re talking cream, I’d rather it in my pussy,” she said as she jacked him off. Looking up at him, he was a good looking guy. Tall, athletic, kind of a surfer guy look.

“And I’d rather it up your ass.”

“Why not both?”

There was a small beat, punctuated by Elisa resuming her dick sucking. He groaned.

“Let me get my Chai.”

She reluctantly let him go. She was looking forward to one last hard fuck before her meeting. She hated that she was this nervous. Elisa watched him get his coffee. He was one of the many people she’d met in the Sexworld who just didn’t care about clothes. Maybe a quarter of people just went nude all the time. She thought about doing that herself, but she liked her fishnet top. It made her boobs look cute, and she never got to show them off back in the other world. But she had to admit, any guy with a dick like that swingin’ between his legs, that’s a guy who had every right to show it off.

The guy got his latte from the really cute redhead barista with the mole on her cheek, then walked back towards Elisa’s table… only to walk right past it and head towards one of the big chairs by the window. He sat down on it with his big dick standing straight up. Elisa sighed, grabbed her stuff, and sluffed it over to the chair and the arrogant prick with his own arrogant prick. He had a predatory look on his face but he made no move for Elisa. He wanted her to worship his cock. Fine, she could do that. She dropped her pack, crawled up on the chair, spread her crotchless panties and her pussy lips both, and sank down on his cock. She moaned as the big dick filled her.

It was clear Elisa was meant to be the one doing the fucking here, so fine. She had no problem using a cock like this as a living dildo. It felt so good filling her up, nice and hot and thick, splitting her open just like she liked. How did she ever live for two damn decades in the prude world? In the prude world, getting a tremendous dick inside of her like this would have been a once in a lifetime thing. But here? This wasn’t even the nicest cock she had ravaging her pussy or ass since she arrived less than a week ago.

She used her hands for leverage on his chiseled chest, moaning as she fucked herself on the stranger. She pounded herself on his cock hard and fast. For his part, he almost didn’t seem to care. He enjoyed his stupid tea drink (‘get some real coffee, you dumb fucking hipster!’) and let her do what she was going to. He’d occasionally thrust up lightly, but that was about it. This fuck was Elisa’s problem.

She kind of envied the couple in the couch next to her. Yes, it was just quiet, vanilla missionary, but at least the two of them looked like they were having fun with each other. Elisa may as well have been using one of her toys back in her old apartment, if not for the “hot” and “throbbing” and “nice chest” parts of the equation.

She came hard on his cock, causing him to full up her cunt in return. She let their mutual orgasm wash over her, enjoying the feeling of being filled up by his hot seed, loving how his cock felt exploding inside of her. She started to fuck him again, but he put his hand on her chest to stop her. God forbid he play with her boobs or anything.

“Uh uh,” he said. “We had a deal. Your ass now.”

Fine. Elisa rolled her eyes as she got up off of him, her cunt dripping his cum. She pulled off her panties and stuffed them in her bag, before sitting down on him reverse cowgirl, back into her cunt.

“Hey, I said ass.”

“Just lubing up, hang on.” And as promised, she wanted to make sure his cock was nice and slick with cum and her juices before taking that monster up her butt. She squeezed as much as she could muster on him, after which she stood pulled his dick out of her and lined it up with her asshole. She wasn’t as practiced in anal as she’d like. It just wasn’t as common in the prude world, but she’d gotten assfucked more times in the last 48 hours than she had her entire life prior. She slowly lowered herself onto his big dick, letting it fill her ass up. This time he took more of an interest, at least putting his hands on her hips. It looked like he was actually going to participate this time.

He was a pretty decent fuck, once they actually got rolling at it. He gave it to her in nice, deep strokes. He didn’t vary it up very much, but it was clear he liked anal way better than vaginal. In his defense, he’d already implied as much.

The reason for that became clear partway into their midday coffee shop anal fuck. A nice looking black guy, also naked, came up to her mystery ass filler and kissed him. “Hey babe. Who’s this?”

“No idea, she just started sucking my cock in line. Thought she’d be a fun fuck.”

“How’m I doing?” Elisa teased.

“Pretty good!”

“How’s my boy treating you?” the black man asked.

“Wouldn’t give my pussy any attention. The jerk.”

“Yeah, he’s like that. Looks like he’s doing right by your ass though.”

“Oh yeah.” Elisa let out a throaty moan to punctuate.

“Well, I don’t mean to interrupt. I’ll leave you two to it.”

“I mean, you can stick around if you want.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “I do have an open hole while you’re here.”

“Her pussy’s pretty nice,” the first guy said.

“And you don’t mind?”

Elisa found herself grinning. The attention made her feel almost normal.

“I gotta go in, like, a half an hour,” she groaned. “If you want to fuck me, it’s now or never.” She worked her ass over the cock already inside of her. “Come on! It’ll be fun!”

“Well when you put it that way…” the black man said with a smirk.

It is impossible to describe how good it feels for a Sexworld slut deprived of what she needed for her entire adult life to have a pair of very talented cocks in her pussy and ass. And they were fucking her good. She howled in delight as the pair of sexy men pounded her holes mercilessly. She almost wished she’d taken off her hiking boots, her toes tended to curl up when she orgasmed, and that was hard to accomplish in these.

And these two strangers fucking Elisa, they were no strangers to doing so. They knew how to fuck a girl together like pros. She came over and over again, letting herself just get fucked. It felt tremendous. The guy in her ass came pretty quick, but that certainly didn’t stop him from keeping the action going in her ass. And the extra lubrication felt quite nice. And on top of that, she loved it when a guy came inside of her. It meant that she did that, she caused that orgasm, her pussy or her ass or her mouth made that dick explode. That was her doing.

The fucking reached a crescendo. Elisa hadn’t stopped cumming for nearly twenty minutes. The guy in her ass came again. The boyfriend pulled his dark cock out of her pussy, climbed up on the chair legs, wrapped his cock in Elisa’s bikini-covered breasts, and fucked her tits until he exploded all over her chin and neck.

They left her in a satisfied heap on the chair. “You guys fucking rock,” she groaned, trying to pull herself together. She knew she had to leave for her meeting.

“That was fun, nice meeting you!” the black guy said.

“Nice ass,” the first guy added.

“See ya,” she said, pulling herself together. There was no time to clean up before the meeting, but this was the Sexworld. There’d be no way anyone would mind her having dried cum adorning her chest and dripping down her legs.

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The shop was cramped, and it had a certain smell to it. Metal, oil, wood. She looked at the clerk, a bored looking naked guy. “Hey, yo, Santino?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Eli.”

“I thought Eli was a guy’s name.”

“And I thought Santino was Italian.” The guy she was talking to was clearly Latino or Native American.

“You got what we talked about?”

Elisa reached into her pack and held up the wad of cash she acquired in Salt Lake.

“Come on back.”

Santino walked to the front door and locked it, turned off the open sign, and led her to the back of the store. His private selection.

“So what are you looking for exactly?” the naked man asked.

“A gift for my brother.”

“A gift for your brother or… a gift for your brother?”

Elisa smiled at him. “The latter.”

“So you’re not looking to be a repeat customer then,” Santino said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Probably not, but you never know.”

“Are you a cop?”

“Fuck no,” Eli replied.

“How do I know that?” Santino gave her a look over. “This ain’t the movies, I know you can say you’re not a cop if you are one.”

Eli lifted up her miniskirt, showing off her still-wet pussy, before turning around slowly. “See? No wire.”

“Damn, girl. If you had a wire up that pussy, it’d be slippin’ out. Looks like you got fucked good.”

Turns out having cum drip down her legs was a good thing after all. “Yeah, there were these two guys at the Starbuck’s…” Elisa smiled. The DP was one of the few really memorable sex encounters she’d had.

“Too bad, I was looking forward to searching that slit myself.”

Elisa smiled again. “Hey, if you want to fuck before we do business, I got nowhere to be but here.” She leaned up against a counter. “How do you want me?”

Santino wasted no time, pushing her up against the counter, kissing her, mauling her fishnet-clad tits. She grabbed his ass as he slid his cock inside her pussy, and started fucking her hard and fast. He started cumming inside her almost immediately, but that didn’t stop him from pummeling her. This was a hard, animalistic pounding, and Elisa felt so needed.

Slap, slap, slap. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, their moans, and the rattle of the counter as they fucked reverberated through the closed shop. It was the exact opposite feeling as when she was fucking those guys at the Starbuck’s. This guy actually wanted her.

Elisa came as he bit on her exposed nipple, in time with his third orgasm inside her pussy. She let it shake through her as he stopped thrusting. They just stayed together like that for a moment, enjoying the afterglow.

“Damn, girl,” Santino said. “That pussy’s incredible.”

She felt a bit of an orgasmic aftershock course through her. “That’s sweet. Thanks man. You’re pretty good with that dick yourself.” She felt the cum spill out of her as they separated. She reached a couple fingers into her pussy to collect some and sucked that into her mouth. “And three loads of cum, too. Make a girl feel special with all that.”

“Saving it for you, baby,” he joked. “Shit, now I gotta clean all this up.”

Elisa pulled herself together. “Come on. Let’s do business.”

“You sure you want to go through with this? Seems like a waste of a fine ass bitch.”

“Charmer,” she said sarcastically. She sighed. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“So what do you want for your brother?” he asked, putting a case on another counter.

She scooped up a little more cum from her pussy to taste. “Something heavy but compact. Nothing too flashy. I’m not looking to send a message.”

“How about this one?” He held out one of his wares.

She held the black device in her hand. “Yeah, I like that. Do you have any attachments for it?”

He pulled out another case. She selected a long black cylinder. “This one.”

“You know how to use this stuff?” Santino asked.

“Yeah.”

“Thousand even for the pair.”

She pulled the hundreds off of her wad of cash, and handed it to him. He counted them quickly as she assembled her new toy and put it in her pack.

“Pleasure doing business,” Elisa said. “You wanna fuck again before I go?”