Chapter 4
When Taco left the table, he made his way to the desk, asked for the room number, and got the extra key. He walked quickly to the room, and when he opened the door he found the light on and heard a whimpering sound beyond. It was Cindy lying naked and crying on a rumpled bed.
"Oh, Bull, I'm so glad you're here."
"It's me, Taco," he said and crossed quickly to her. "What's the matter, baby?"
"Oh, Taco, I've just had the most horrible experience. But I don't want to talk right now," she answered through her tears.
"Okay. If that's what you want. But it's alright now. I'm here. It's okay." His hand reassuringly drew her to his chest and he tried to calm her. Gradually she stopped trembling and Taco turned her face gently up to his and kissed away her tears. His hands stroked her softly now and almost before he realized it, his reassurance had turned to loveplay.
Cindy sensed the change and welcomed it. She unbuttoned his shirt front even as the tears slowly abated from her eyes. Taco stood up and kicked his sandals off, then shed his pants and shirt and rejoined her on the bed. For some reason, he had an impression as if he were going to a French prostitute.
Cindy's lips were soft and lush when they met Taco's; he tasted them as honey. Their pouting fullness seemed to glue onto his hard dry mouth between his lips. Taco was taken slightly by surprise with the intensity of her kiss, but soon his tongue was writhing against hers with mounting passion. His hand left her chin and moved to the softly swollen flesh of her breasts. He teased her nipples into rigid erections by rolling first one then the other in the palm of his hand. Then he broke their kiss and, while Cindy gasped her pleasure, began sucking then nibbling on the erect knobs.
"Oh, yes, that feels so good," she gasped, "don't ever stop. I love you to do that. Don't ever stop, please, don't stop."
Taco did not bother to answer her pleadings with his voice but rather increased the lashing his tongue and teeth were giving Cindy's nipples. She brought both hands to the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into the quivering flesh, moaning and sighing all the while. His hungry mouth sent chills of ecstasy through her heat-glistening breasts. The tonguing that her breasts were undergoing finally lifted her hips off the bed in a spasm of desire.
Taco's hand slipped between her legs. First he stroked along the outer lips of her vagina but then as his ministrations took their effect, his caresses grew bolder. He parted the delicate folds of her pussy lips and explored the moist inner flesh with his powerful fingers. He stroked her and then located the tiny slit that led to her aching clit. Already it was swollen and filled with blood, but still he ran his finger fervidly about its increasing size until he was flicking it back and forth as if it were a hard rubber nipple. Cindy began to writhe her hips and groan. She let go of the back of Taco's head and felt along his thigh for his cock.
Slowly she caressed its hardness and a purr of pleasure escaped her panting lips. Her touch served to spur Taco on and he increased his sucking and fingering until Cindy's body was as high-strung as a piano wire. As her hips started to thrash harder in response to Taco's insistent attention, he moved his head suddenly lower on her torso. Kissing and licking his way across the ivory whiteness of the woman's belly, his mouth came to the blonde, scented mound of her sex. Taco grunted with pleasure as he rubbed her snatch with his lips and tongue. Pressing at the base of the turgid clit he sucked its rubber hard knob into his mouth and took over the flicking with his tongue while his finger began a rhythmic plunging motion in and out of the soft, fleshy walls of her box. Cindy contracted the muscles of her cunt around the invading finger and moaned as her passion mounted. While Taco warmed to the task of eating her, his torso moved up on the bed until he straddled the woman's upper body with his huge organ brushing along her cheek toward her mouth. With the hand that still clung to the gigantic member, she drew the head to her lips and sucked in the tight-skinned glands.
The feeling of Cindy's expert mouth on his cockhead sent Taco into an ecstatic flight of frenzy. He thrashed his tongue about the rigid clitoris and at the same time churned his hips madly, driving the purple-headed staff deeply in and out of Cindy's hungry mouth. She whirled her tongue around the crease along the under edge of the torrid bulb and they fell into the rocking mutual rhythms of oral sex.
As Cindy felt the veins of his organ begin to swell the tool to even greater proportions, the memory of her near choking on the bellboy's rod caused fear to rise in her swollen throat. But her innate passion for cocksucking and Taco's mouth as it worked over her pussy overcame any doubts and she felt the first tingle of a climax. And as the wracks of pleasure followed, she lost all thought of fear and licked and sucked his cock with her usual ecstatic aggression.
"Easy does it, baby," Taco said, coming up for air. "Take it easy on that thing and let's save it for a dip into that lovely, sweet cunt of yours."
"I don't care how we do it," Cindy moaned. "Just hurry up and get it in if you're going to fuck me!"
Taco took her at her word and hurriedly moved to position himself for the plunge between her legs.
"Oh, let me put it in, darling," Cindy hissed between clenched teeth. "Very slowly now. Slowly, that's it. Oh! It's so good, so good, so very, very good."
Gently she led the bulky head to the opening, hot slit between her legs and pressed it against her hungry cunt lips. With one greedy plunge Taco drove his shaft to the hilt.
Her moist cavern fluttered tightly around the iron-hard rod and caressed its dive like a moth irrevocably drawn to fire. The tightening walls pricked his fleshy cock with her heat as he withdrew for another run.
When Taco's head drummed against Cindy's womb with the force of thunder, her hips leaped from the sheets in response. With this one gigantic thrust he had her body echoing his rhythm in perfect counterpoint making beautiful music.
He made his strokes long and thin, timed to explode on her cervix with maximum force. They hit with such brute power that Cindy's buttocks were driven back to the mattress where their firm-fleshed bounce returned her hips to meet his next thrust.
"I'm cumminnggggg!!!" she screamed, as Taco gasped and snorted like a raging bull. Their mutual climax exploded over them, leaving them panting in each other's arms and unable to speak through their satiation.
Patti and Linda stayed with Bull for a while, watching the gambling. Then when the clerk courteously informed them their rooms were ready, Patti decided she would go and take a shower.
"Why don't you come with me, Linda? Bull's going to watch for hours, I can tell. Besides you probably get to see as much of this as you want anytime."
"You're right. And besides, I shouldn't let the pit boss get the idea I'm coaching Bull—you know what I mean."
So, it was agreed. And the girls went off to the room, leaving Bull to his own devices.
"Bull sure is quiet compared to Taco, isn't he?" Linda asked as they entered the suite. Patti just smiled like a Cheshire cat.
They found themselves in a large living room tastefully done but a little sterile. The furniture was overstuffed contemporary and really quite nice considering its lack of culture.
"I've just got to take a shower. But I haven't any clothes to put on," Patti said.
"Oh? Where are they?"
"In the other room, I suppose. I guess I could call and have them brought over. That's what I'll do."
Patti crossed the room to a writing desk on which the telephone sat at one end. She picked up the receiver.
"Hello? This is Mrs. Peter Torres. I'm in the executive suite, and my husband also registered in another room. What is that number, please? Yes? What is it? 1-6-4. Thank you; could you put me through to that number, please?" There was a short span of mechanical buzzing over the switchboard.
"Hello?"
"Taco! Oh, I'm so glad you're there."
"Patti. Are you coming up?"
"No. We've taken another suite of rooms. It was Bull's idea."
"Where's Linda gone?" Taco asked.
"Nowhere. She's right here with me. Send my clothes over, will you please?"
"Okay. What's the room number?"
"303. Is Cindy alright?"
Taco hesitated before answering. "Sure. She's fine. Anything else?"
"She's right there, and everything's okay?" Patti questioned him further.
"Everything's okay. Say hi to Linda for me, will you?"
"Okay, if you're sure. Good-bye, honey."
"Bye."
"I've got something to show you that you'll get a kick out of," Linda said as Patti hung up with a frown. "What's wrong, kid? Lovers' quarrel?" Linda stopped what she was doing when she saw Patti's look.
"Oh, nothing. What is it you were going to show me?"
"Right here." Linda was standing near the desk. "Behind this mirror, there is ... " She paused for effect while her fingers pressed on a large mirror face. It revolved to reveal a full-stocked bar on the other side.
"And this," she continued and pulled on one edge of the desk, "swings away and becomes a bar top with a flick of the wrist." Despite her words, raising the desk top to bar height, was not a flick of the wrist operation.
"Anyway," Linda grunted, "they store the bar stools back here." She further amazed Patti by sliding back a panel in the wall. "And there you are! Everything but ice. But there is a cooler here."
"Why in the world go to all the trouble of concealing it all?"
"Part of the Vegas mystique," was Linda's answer. "You see, if they don't want you to know it's here, all they do is keep silent. But—if you're a big-time charley in this room, well, they don't have to go to the trouble of setting it up. Get it?"
"How many more things are like that?"
"Everything just about. Whatever you want should be right at hand. All they do is keep the ice back in order to retain control. Other than that it's an anything goes town from start to finish."
"My God, it would be crazy to live here. Like living in a spy movie just about."
"Yeah, sort of. But ... it's fun. So, what the hell?" Linda smiled at Patti as if she had been explaining life to a naive child. "Want a drink?"
"Yes. But I want a shower, too. Will you fix it for me and bring it in, please?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"No ice, huh?" Patti said as she stripped her wrinkled sheath over her head. God, I smell, she thought as her nose caught the dress's sex-laden odor. How many times had she cum and then slipped these panties back on, she wondered as she slid the nylon strand down her perfectly sculptured legs.
"You're very beautiful," Linda said as Patti raised her head on becoming aware of the woman's gaze.
"Thank you. So are you." Patti stood proudly before the other's languid scrutiny.
"But not in the same way as you," Linda said. "You're so naturally lovely it almost takes my breath away."
"I could stand here all night and listen to words like those," laughed Patti, "but I've simply got to get into a shower! Which of those doors leads to a bathroom, do you suppose?"
"There's a bath in each of the bedrooms. Take your pick."
"You certainly do know your way around here," Patti said as she disappeared into the nearest bedroom.
Linda saw the light go on, then heard her cross the room and find the light switch in the room she wanted. The water started in the shower stall, so Linda returned to her drink making.
Patti never had said what she wanted. So, Linda decided a snifter of cognac would do for both of them.
She heard the shower door click closed just as she finished pouring. She crossed the room speculatively. Should she just go get in the shower with the beautiful creature? Certainly there had been something of that desire in Patti's earlier insistence that Linda stay with them. And beneath the table in the cocktail lounge she had seemed willing enough. But sometimes, such things were deceptive.
On such an impulse Linda had once before made the choice to go to an apparently willing woman in the privacy of a hotel room. Her reception had been less than welcome, to say the least.
But Patti was so innocently beautiful that Linda was almost sure it would be alright. What the hell—take a chance! she told herself, that's what this town's all about, anyway. Reflectively she unzipped her gown down the back, slid it easily off her shanks and removed the rest of her clothes with expectation.
Linda checked her pale, well-turned body over briefly as she stood before the bathroom door mirror. Not bad for a party type, she thought with grim amusement.
"I've got your drink here. Should I bring it in to you?"
There was a moment's pause behind the door. Then Patti replied, "Sure, why not?"
I hope she knows what I meant, Linda thought as she opened the door and stepped in. Linda's hair was in a waterfall of curls at the top of her head, held back by a black velvet ribbon she had forgotten to take off.
After she had closed the door and silently handed Patti the glass, she waited for a response to her bold actions. For a while Patti remained quiet. There was only the sound of the water's drum and Linda's own heartbeat in her anxious ears. For some reason she wanted to please this beautiful woman by her mere presence and hope hung heavy on each of Linda's breaths.
Patti's glistening body looked incredibly lovely and now she silently raised her hands to Linda's blonde hairdo and undid the velvet ribbon's black bow. The way she did it, it seemed as if she were saying to Linda that she would feel better somehow with Linda's hair down. It was indescribable, a mere feeling that passed between them, but somehow it communicated everything they both needed to know.
"Want me to wash your back, Linda?" Patti asked provocatively. Linda smiled at the invitation and turned her back to Patti as she held her hair over her shoulder.
"So, you're what they call a party girl, huh?" mused Patti as she began to soap Linda's back and shoulders vigorously. There was somehow a motherly quality in the sexy way Patti rubbed and tingled her fingers over the other woman's back and easing down the soft mounds of her ass. "If you ask me, those clothes you wear make you look like a prostitute—hard. Now, don't you know that you're really beautiful? Most of the girls in this town would give their eye teeth for your looks. And here you go making yourself look like a common whore! Taco has a theory about the difference between a prostitute and a common whore and a high-class whore. He describes them in a lot of long words that I can't quite get straight, but I think the important part is that a prostitute is hard in her sell, a common whore is too cheap in hers, and a high-class whore doesn't sell—she gives it away! When she wants to, of course. And you're beautiful enough to look like you're just going to give it away when you damn well feel like it! Do you see?"
"Welllll ... " mused Linda pensively, thinking that Patti's soapy hands felt terribly erotic as they stroked their way across her ass and between her legs.
"Alright then, you'd better do something about yourself before you form some habits you can't break later on."
"Well, I—"
"Never mind. Just turn around here and let me get your front," Patti cut in before Linda could answer.
Linda turned around obediently but said, with a trace of pique in her voice, "Well, I won't."
"You won't what?" Patti asked, preoccupied with running her soapy hands between Linda's legs near the crotch.
"I won't become either a prostitute or a common whore, as you define them."
"Ummmm, of course not ... " answered Patti with a new, more direct tone in her voice as she looked directly into Linda's eyes. Then, slowly she lowered her head to Linda's stomach and licked her tongue sharply around the indentation of the belly button. Suddenly she licked up and fastened her lips onto one of Linda's lovely soft breasts. She sucked there for a moment, using her tongue on the nipple like a fluttering feather, then when she felt it harden, she switched her kiss to the other breast.
Delicately Patti licked her tongue back down Linda's body until she arrived at the light brown hair covering her mound. But the combination of soap and the torrents of water running from Linda's breasts kept her from arousing either of them to her satisfaction.
"Damn this shower! Anyway, I think I'm finally clean enough," Patti said and rose to standing. "Here, get yourself rinsed off and let's get out and onto one of those nice beds—in whichever room!"
They took turns turning under the shower spray and urging the cool water over each other's body to rinse off the soap. Quickly they got out of the shower and dried off, neither of them saying a word but just watching each other.
The bodies of the two women were a study in contrasts. Both were equally beautiful in their own ways. While Patti's curves ran nearly to the voluptuous, Linda had the kind of body found on many tennis players. She was lean without being hard anywhere. Yet, Patti was almost hard through her stomach and butt. Her ripe, full breasts softened her otherwise muscular body. And Patti's tanned skin seemed to glow golden and tingle erotically against the sparkling pink whiteness of Linda.
They entered the bedroom still silent and now mutually eyed the huge round bed. They sat down slowly on opposite sides, then luxuriously spread out on the colorful sheets, all the while regarding each other hungrily. Suddenly they fell on each other like hawks swooping for a kill.
Linda caught her mouth at the soft inner flesh of Patti's knees. Pursing her lips, then licking, then nibbling, Linda fondled her mouth up one leg, then the other then back to the first. Sounds of pleasure rewarded her effort as Patti felt Linda's teasing mouth bring heat to her loins. The blonde woman made her tongue flat and ran it along Patti's thigh until all of the moisture was left in a wide stripe up the tanned leg. Her wet tongue now trickled its way along the downy borders of Patti's pubic region and the gasps of pleasure from Patti's lips mounted in fervor.
Meanwhile, Patti ran her hands up the curve of Linda's flanks, then traced the outline of her hip bones with quick scratches. Her nails left slightly pink lines running across Linda's lower stomach that gradually circled higher until they once again ran uphill and encountered the tiny nipples of Linda's now heaving breasts. Moaning deliciously from the ministrations of Linda's tongue, Patti began to flick the little nipples with her nails. She was careful not to dig deeply, but also careful to let Linda feel the scratches. The buds sprang erect and aching and Linda began to hum and blow mindlessly on Patti's red muff. Her lips were now taking little tufts of the hair and pulling gently, then matting the inflamed place back down with a wet hot kiss.
One of Patti's hands fervently rolled a nipple in her palm, and the other pinched. Whenever Patti did anything to Linda, it seemed something almost exactly opposite happened next. The effect of her calculated attack brought Linda's body to a fevered pitch in a very short time. But Patti had only just begun.
Her hands left Linda's breasts and wiggled beneath her hips to her ass, clutching tightly around the buttocks. She licked her pointed tongue along the slit of Linda's labia, then probed deeper as the sweet cunt responded. The taste of Linda's juices—the taste of cunt on her tongue for the first time—slowly drove Patti wild. As her mouth began to devour Linda's pungent box, she raised the woman's hips with her hands and soon Linda was arched high off the bed. Patti plunged one long finger into the rosette of her asshole and pressed, establishing an alternating rhythm to the one her tongue commanded. As Patti's ecstatic tongue dove deeper into the fleshpot, Linda's hips writhed in response. But as she drew back for another hump, Patti's finger kept her from going too far; so Linda's hips merely vibrated rather than thumped.
They were both sweating from the incredibly intoxicating feeling. Linda, especially, was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. To whichever side she tried to escape the other side sent torrents of feeling into her body and drove her back again. Her humping body began to jerk all over as Patti licked deeply into her twat and pressed the embedded finger deeper into her ass. The paradox of Patti's calculated loveplay drove Linda mad. She was like a vibrating puppet—not able to move her hips with any deep motions and arching high off the bed. She felt her first climax well up in her womb and rush to completion. Then another and another and another in a seemingly endless chain. Finally they began to subside.
But just as Linda felt some semblance of sanity returning Patti wiggled her finger in Linda's sweating ass and rubbed her thumb along the soft, spongy flesh between the woman's ass and vagina. Shockwave after Shockwave erupted through Linda as if she were having an epileptic fit. She mumbled, nearly incoherent.
"Oh, shit. Oh, God, my God, stop, please, please, please!" And in her madness she shifted her mouth from where she had been sucking slowly on Patti's cunt lips to the redhead's already inflamed clit and bit sharply. The effect was electric.
Patti stiffened suddenly and then dropped back on the bed. Panting and gasping Linda whirled around and was on top of Patti with her face over Patti's smiling lips. Tentatively she kissed Patti's small ears, running her tongue around the inner compartments of the shell.
Patti groaned a little and licked her tongue over the salty, honeyed taste of Linda on her lips. Linda moved her kiss along Patti's jawbone to her chin—then up to her mouth. As their lips met she tasted the secretions of her own body and shocks of pleasure ran through her taste buds. The kiss deepened until both their tongues were like snakes writhing in their mating ritual.
Linda broke the kiss and let her lips trail down Patti's beautiful neck until she reached her breasts. She fastened onto one of the large pink nipples and sucked it into erection. Then she moved to the other and rubbed with her palm the nipple her mouth had left hard and wet. She scratched her fingers all around the melon-shaped breast and a low moan escaped Patti's lips. Then she transferred her kiss back to the first breast and licked the scratches away with a hot tongue. She raised her head to look into Patti's face and still kneaded the blood-filled breasts at the same time.
"Am I pleasing you, Patti?" she asked sultrily.
"Oh, God, yes! Just don't stop!"
Linda resumed her loveplay with tiny nibbles. She bit lightly around the aureoles, then veered suddenly down one sloping breast and kissed along Patti's arms. She paused at the elbow joint and kissed small, tickling, hot kisses there and then moved on. She ran her tongue along Patti's wrist, then back and forth in swirling motions in her palm.
Her mouth leaped suddenly to Patti's hip and she gnawed lightly on the bone. Patti took in a long breath of air and began to moan softly, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes!"
Linda's mouth continued its nibbling down the short curve where the leg joined the hip, then buried itself once more in Patti's delicious red snatch. Her tongue ran quickly through it and found the pink lips already open and inviting. She licked deeply into the panting, warm flesh, and was rewarded with a spasm from the other woman's loins and a warm, sweet scent of already torrid sex.
Suddenly Bull's voice asked from the doorway: "Anyone interested in these clothes? I picked them up in the hallway. The clerk said he'd been knocking for a long time and couldn't get anybody to answer. Now I know why!"
At first Linda tried to cover up, but then Patti only smiled and said, "Bull, put the bags down and join us or get out of here. Can't you see you're interrupting something?" Linda broke into uncontrollable laughter and forgot her attempts to drag the sheet up over her naked derriere.
"I'll join you then. Linda's got a real saucy little ass."