Chapter 6
Las Vegas did not turn out to be everything Helen had expected. The redheaded housewife had been anticipating a dizzying round of champagne breakfasts, Jacuzzis and fucking. She had expected that she and Ray would be totally absorbed in each other, rediscovering each other's spirits and bodies.
But Ray found something else to get absorbed in. Gambling. Helen would never have expected it. Her husband had always been very cautious about the way he spent his money. He had plans for their future.
The company had given Ray five hundred dollars in gambling money. He decided to invest it in baccarat. He told Helen the odds against the house were highest there, which meant his chances of winning should be best. Helen was nervous, but she figured it was found money anyway. Ray could get the curiosity out of his system. Then they could go upstairs and fuck. Maybe later they could catch one of the big shows. It sounded heavenly.
As it turned out, they stayed in the casino until almost four in the morning. Ray was on a winning streak for a while, and the excitement seemed to do something to him. Even when he wasn't winning any more, he just kept on playing. By four o'clock he was two hundred dollars behind. His wife was bored and hurt and angry, but he did not even seem to notice.
"I figure I can grab me four or five hours sleep. I'll be fresh then. Tomorrow I know I can get back on that winner."
Panic began to choke Helen. A whole week of being a gambler's widow? She couldn't stand it. It was not what she had come to Vegas for! "What's gotten into you, Ray? I've never seen you gamble before!"
He smiled sheepishly at his wife before he turned out the light. "I got hooked on it when I was a young guy before I met you. I never told you about it because I figured it was part of my past. I'm having fun now though, Helen. Just one week isn't going to hurt me any. You understand, don't you, honey?"
She softened to the sound of appeal in his voice. Her cunt was hot and ready. Maybe now they would get down to fucking.
But Ray turned away from her and fell asleep. Helen was left with a frustrated cunt and a drooping ego. She had thought a new era had dawned in her marriage. Now it seemed it had only been a momentary flash in the same old rut. They were away from home on a vacation. But nothing was really different from what it had been before she discovered her latent sexuality and its powers. Once again she was facing the seemingly insurmountable differences between herself and her husband.
Making one more stab at being a good sport, Helen went to the casino with her husband in the morning. He was so absorbed in his game, there seemed no real need for her presence. She realized she had still been hoping something might change. She knew now it was not going to. Ray had found his passion for the week!
The redhead spent a couple of hours wandering around, looking at souvenirs, admiring the beautiful people. Time weighed heavy on her. Bored and disgruntled, she decided to go back up to the room for a nap. She called room service for a bottle of wine and a seafood salad. When a knock came at the door, she had already changed back into her terry robe. She thought nothing of answering the door in her nightclothes. She knew hired help in Las Vegas was used to all kinds of sights.
The boy who was waiting with her tray did not seem the least bit surprised by the alluring sight Helen made in her carelessly draped robe that showed a wide swath of lush cleavage. He stood staring blatantly at her tits until Helen finally spoke.
"I'm glad you're here. I'm starving," she said. There was a time when Helen would have resented such unseemly attention from a strange man-or boy-which was closer to what the bellhop was. She was surprised and a little amused by her reaction this time. Her pussy throbbed with excitement. Without thinking twice, she wiggled her hips provocatively as she led the boy into the room and showed him where to set the tray.
The bellhop still had not said a word. While Helen fumbled in her purse for some change, he held his hand out mechanically and continued to stare. He started to speak. "I, uh ... I...."
The redhead had dropped her keys from her purse. She bent down to pick them up, then continued to rummage for change. It was a while before she realized one tit had fallen out of her robe. The sight of her smooth pink-tipped globe was what had taken the boy's tongue.
She started to cover herself up, but her hand froze in mid-air. Her common sense began to argue with her conscience. She had nothing to look forward to but a boring afternoon and maybe an evening of watching TV or sleeping. The boy was sending her body language that made her pussy grow wet and her nipples get hot and hard. He was offering her a diversion from her frustrating boredom. Why shouldn't she let him have what he so obviously craved? She could at least let him touch her tits. His fingers were opening and closing in eager self-restraint. Did she dare give him the go-ahead?
For a few short days, Helen had let herself believe that she would never again need any lover but Ray. Their lovemaking had improved so drastically in such a short period of time, it had not seemed an unreasonable expectation. But now Helen felt as if she had been cheated. This trip had been important to her, too, even if it had been Ray's capacity as a salesman that had got it for them. Helen deserved the high time she had been anticipating. Of course it would be better if she could enjoy it with Ray, but ... the boy was awfully cute.
Her rationalizations started to come thick and. fast. She remembered how her passion after being with Sandy had acted like a fuse to rekindle Ray's interest in her and hers in him. Maybe, she thought, if she let the boy get her good and hot, she would be so sexy and appealing to her husband he would forget all about the dumb gambling.
After all, how could she seduce her husband effectively when she was fuming with anger and frustration?
She just knew the handsome bellboy could help to mellow her out!
Her mind was made up even before she realized it. She sat on the bed and kicked off her highheeled slippers. The boy watched her and smiled just a little. Helen could see he knew what she was getting at. She wondered if he thought she was a loose woman. She found she did not care what he thought. She was more interested in the thick bulge that was stretching the front of his uniform.
"I was wondering if you might like to sit down and talk to me for a few minutes. I'm awfully lonely, and that's no way to be in Las Vegas, is it? Not when I'm surrounded by all these people having a good time!"
At last he found his voice and the courage to sit down next to her and place a hand on her knee. "No, Ma'am." He was smiling deep into her green eyes. Helen realized that his suspicion that she was going to be receptive to his advances had cured his shyness. He was confident of his prey. He squeezed her knee. "You sure are pretty, Ma'am. No one so pretty should feel bad about being lonely. 'Cause no one so pretty has to be lonely if she doesn't want to."
The hot throbbing in her pussy was making Helen reckless. It seemed so safe to seduce a boy who was an employee in a huge hotel. She would never have to see him again if she didn't want to. And if she did ... well, it would be just like having her own gardener for the week. She would not have to feel jealous of Sandy getting more than she was. She would not even have to be angry with her husband. "Would you suck my titties, please? It would make me feel so much better."
Quivering at her boldness, she pulled her robe open to reveal the rounded orbs of her high-set, pink-domed tits. She lay back on the satin bedspread, her red hair fanned out around her face, her tits thrusting upward in search of attention.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am! I sure would!" The bellhop took a fleshy tit-mound in each hand and stared greedily, his fingers kneading the ripe flesh as he sucked.
Helen closed her eyes and reveled in the lewd pleasure jolting through her every nerve-ending. Not only did the mouth on her breast feel intensely good, there was the added thrill of doing something dangerous and depraved. Though it was un-likely, there was always the chance that her husband would leave his gambling and come up to the room. And even if he didn't, it was intensely exciting to feel her sensitive nipples being sucked on by a man who was not her husband. The boy was no older than the boy friends Helen had known in high school before she met Ray. It was as if she were tearing eight or nine years off the calendar, taking with her the erotic knowledge she possessed as a twenty-six-year-old.
"Oohh ... oohh my tit feels so nice! Yes, like that! Do the other one now! Aaaahhhhh!" His tongue was setting up a straight line of stimulation to her throbbing cunt. She began to squirm her pussy-mound feverishly as she wriggled under the boy's mouth. His lips and tongue were so tender and moist, yet they bore the mark of experience. He knew exactly how to get the gut-wrenching responses from her squirming body. Helen wondered for an instant how many other frustrated wives the boy had fucked. The thought of the depravity, the anonymity of what they were doing thrilled her. She did not know his name. He did not know hers. She liked it that way. It was raw and gutsy and unspeakably thrilling.
"Ooohh ... oooooohhh ... what you're doing to me, darling! God, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it!"
The boy knew exactly what he had on his hands. He had seen it before. A beautiful woman with an unappreciative husband and lot of time on her hands. He had made a lot of conquests of women who were just plain bored with life. He liked to think that he had rescued them from their boredom for just a little while, the way he was doing with this sexy-looking redhead.
He was still fondling her tits. His tongue swirled round and round the hardened nipples, provoking them to aching peaks of delight. He knew her pussy must be a sopping swamp of excitement by now. His cock throbbed at the prospect of fucking her sweet eager cunt-hole. But first he had another pleasure in mind. Now that she was warbling in mindless abandon, he wanted his cock in her mouth. Nothing excited him more than to watch a beautiful strange woman suck his hard cock.
He moved up on his knees to her head and squatted over her face. He opened his fly and let his turgid cock bob above her nose. There was awe and eagerness in her wide green eyes, and her pussy was churning into the air even more impatiently than it had before. He knew she wanted his cock in her mouth. With that knowledge, he could afford to tease her a little.
"How do you feel, Ma'am? That fire-red pussy of yours is sure beating the air! You got any requests? Anything special you'd like?"
His voice still had not taken on the full authority of manhood, but his words had all the rousing stimulation of a grown man. Helen imagined herself sucking the cock of a boy she had first laid eyes on only a few minutes before. The idea seemed incredibly perverted, and for that reason it made the juices gush from her pussy. The gaming tables seemed so far away now that she had something really gripping to captivate her attention.
Her tongue darted out and licked the underside of his cock. She heard him grunt, but he raised his hips a little so she could no longer quite reach his bloated cock-shaft. She groaned with frustration.
The boy was enjoying her eager hunger. It made his balls tingle to tease her, to watch her growing tense with her need. "What's the matter, beautiful? What do you want? Tell me!"
She knew he wanted her to submit to the ultimate degradation of begging to be allowed to suck his swollen cock. Though her rational mind-what remained of it at the moment-rebelled at sinking so low before a perfect stranger, her pussy-juices surged at the thought of squirming, debased and desperate, begging for the cock she craved so wantonly. She heard herself beg. She trembled with a new masochistic excitement. "Let me suck your cock, lover. Oh, please ... please I want to suck that big hard cock of yours!"
With her mewling pleas ringing in his ears, the bellboy leaned forward and fed her the bulging head of his cock. The way his cock was aching for satisfaction, he could not have held out another minute. He had heard her obscene plea. It had been a moment he would relish later in his dreams. It made his balls swell with pride to be so much in charge of the woman.
"Aiiee! Cripes, what a mouth!" The boy had had a lot of experience with women older and more skilled than himself. They had taught him everything they knew. He had thought there was not much more for him to learn.
But the way the voracious redhead was sucking on his blood-inflamed cock was adding a whole new chapter to his book of experience. Her lips and tongue were amazingly supple. They seemed to be able to do four or five different things at once-all aimed at exciting the bloody hell out of him. He felt like a raw kid again. He knew he had better sit back and take notice. The redhead was going to teach him some new tricks.
But he did not exactly sit back. Instead, he shoved his cock as far as he could get it into her open craving throat. He listened to her gags and gurgles of abandon as he pulled out and shoved it to her again. Her tongue managed to wind its way around his cock-shaft. It nudged him in the most sensitive place beneath his cock-head. Her lips hovered like butterflies over his flesh, then closed tight and coated him with honey-love in a rhythmic rising and falling grip that never stopped.
He knew the guys would not believe him when he told them about the greed of the lady in 602. They would want to believe though. They would probably even want to have a go at her themselves. The boy swelled with pride at the thought that he had fucked her first. He knew that, because otherwise the word would have been all over the hotel by now. The guys had a silent code of "share the wealth." After all, there was a lot of it around, and variety was the spice of life. It was one of the side benefits that brought young men to such a place to work.
His breath was coming in halting gasps as he struggled to fuck her mouth with his cock. He could not believe her tireless energy. Even though she was lying helplessly beneath him, she managed to work her head in amazing ways to increase the pleasure. Her cunt never stopped jerking into the air, looking for the cock that was still pummeling her willing lips. While he fed his hard cock to her mouth, he thought about conquering the heated charms of her cunt.
He reached for the slit between her thighs and caressed the wet furrow. Just as he had expected, it was sopping wet. The feel of her kinky pussy-hair and her hot wet cunt made his cock lurch to fuller dimensions. "Christ, you're wet, Ma'am! This cunt feels like it's hungry for a good fucking!"
Her mouth wide open to take the repeated intrusions of the boy's stiff cock, Helen heard his lewd words and shivered with impatient hunger. His hand felt so good on her cunt. Much as she was enjoying the servile thrill of sucking his cock, she wanted some thick satisfaction for her heated cunt. The very thought of what his cock would feel like stretching her pussy-walls made her feverish with need.
She was sucking his cock so hard, it was almost hurting. The near-pain only made him more eager to batter her willing mouth with his cock. He shoved his cock between her lips over and over again, while his juice-slickened fingers caressed her cunt. He promised himself just one more suck, just one more lick ... then at last he made the difficult decision to desert her mouth for the warmth of her cunt.
He did not regret the move for a minute. "Uuuuuhhh...."
The redhead felt the pulsing staff of his cock probe deep into her hot cunt. She opened her thighs wide to take his cock-into her cunt as far as she could get it. Her legs wrapped around his back and she held him tightly. Her position demanded that he fuck her, and that was exactly what he did. His pace grew more furious than it had been into her mouth. Her cunt was so hot, so tight, so greedy. He immersed his senses in slaving for the spasming pleasure of that hot welcoming hole.
The cock in her pussy felt so good that Helen could not even think of pacing herself, of holding anything back. She pulled his cock into her cunt. She hurtled her pussy up to meet him with her clenching ass-muscles. She held him tight against her chest, covering his face with kisses, moaning into his mouth. "Oooooohhh ... you're so good for meeee! You're making me feel so ni-i-i-ce!"
Astounded at the heaving need of the woman whose cunt was clasping his cock with such heated ferocity, the boy drove his cock into her pussy over and over again. He was no more in control of himself now than the woman was. He only wanted to follow the lure of pleasure where it so obviously wanted to lead him. He wanted to lay claim to the teasing orgasm that threatened to explode in his brain and body at any moment.
"Jeez, I've never screwed anything like this! Never!"
It was a crude compliment, but Helen ate it up. The bellboy was giving her the attention she had expected from her husband on their vacation. She had felt even more miserable than she had wanted to admit about Ray's seeming indifference to her expectations for the week. The boy was making the hurt go away. He was giving her his hard filling cock to bridge the gap in her boring day. She was so grateful to him. Grateful for the unyielding pleasure of his steamrolling cock!
"Ooooohhh ... oooohhhh, I'm commmming!" She had not felt it coming, but all of a sudden it was on her with tidal wave force. She clung to him. Her cunt spasmed helplessly around his cock.
The hot clasp of her climaxing cunt on his cock frazzled the boy's senses. He had no choice but to come. To shoot his spurting load deep into the molten depths of her cunt. "Uh ... God, that's good!"
He lay on her for a few minutes, soaking in the pleasure that flooded over him. Her legs were still wrapped around his ass. Her arms still held him tight. She seemed to be dozing. Her eyes were closed. Only when he tried to stand up did they open. "Mmmm ... you sure do that nice," she murmured. Her sultry stare told him she was interested in keeping him around for a while.
"So do you, Ma'am. But I've got to get back to work ... dang it!" He grinned apologetically as he straightened his uniform.
Helen was feeling reckless and a little cruel. She knew she had just stooped pretty low-seducing a strange boy to satisfy her selfish needs. But she was damned if she was going to feel guilty. She was damned if she was going to let the boy know she was sorry he was leaving. "That's okay, lover. I'm sure this hotel has plenty of cooperative boys like you!"
He was less vulnerable than she had thought. "It sure does, Ma'am. And lots of easy ladies like you."
Helen was feeling older than she ever had before. She realized there was such a gap of experience and wanted emotion between her and the boy. He was playing for fun. She had been playing for higher stakes-to make up for something she was not getting from her marriage. It was a turn-on to fuck a stranger. But it was lonely, too. Because there was no caring afterward. Obviously, the boy was not at the stage where he needed that yet.
"Touche, handsome. Say, would you do me one last favor before you go?"
The boy reached down and stroked her wet cunt. She had not bothered to pull her robe around her. She lay wanton and sultry on the satin spread. "Anything for you, beautiful."
"Open that wine for me, will you? You're going to be a tough act to follow, and I don't think my husband will be up for hours yet."
"This is good wine. It should make you feel better."
"I'm sure it will. I'm just going to lie here and think of your stiff cock. Whatever your name is, I'm glad we met."
"Me, too, Ma'am. Me, too."