a sex holiday. - Sex Stories

a sex holiday.

... once, twice, and then it felt like he was sucking on it. Dogs don’t suck, do they? Why is the dog doing this? But, it felt good. What kind of sick fuck am I? Then a thought hit me. Dogs have teeth! My eyes flew open and I saw Mindy looking at me, with a mischievous look in her eyes, as she, and not my dog, was performing fellatio on Bruno. “Morning.” Mindy sang, as she came up for air, and then resumed her oral manipulations. “Thank God!” I said “If you knew the dream I was just having….” I trailed off. “What? Tell me?” Mindy asked excitedly, popping into a sitting position, and now ignoring my erect member. I didn’t mind that at this point. It felt good, but the dream had weirded me out, and I wanted to press the reset button. I had not failed to notice she was naked, and her breasts had shimmied and swayed with her quick motion. But, my libido was failing me, and it was the physics that had my attention. For now. “Never you mind” I said, definitely not willing to share this. “When does our plane leave?” Mindy asked. “Anxious to be free of me, are you?” I said only half k**ding and with a squint to my eyes. Mindy looked nervous for a fast second, and then said “No, I was just wondering how much longer I would get to please you” She managed that with a straight face, and held it. “Nice recovery. Not until 8 PM. There is still plenty of time for me to abuse your body some more.” I replied. Mindy was about to resume her blow job, when I stopped her. “Not right now, though. ...

... Let’s get some food. What time is it, anyway?” said I, looking around for a clock “It 10:30; and you’re more hungry than horny?” she asked incredulously “My work here is done.” “Ha. Ha.” I deadpanned “And rest assured, little lady, your work is definitely not done” She got dressed while I showered. And in half an hour we were down stairs. We opted for Café Bellagio for our brunch. As we walked into the dining area, I spotted Brian, our waiter from Prime steakhouse. He was in uniform and obviously working. “Don’t you sl**p, Brian?” I inquired. Brian walked over and smiled. “No sir. I gave it up, as a waste of time” Brian began “They are short handed today, I used to work here before Prime, and I’m helping out my old boss.” “Good man.” Turning to the hostess; “Put us in Brian’s section, please.” The lady did as I instructed and soon Brian was taking our order. Then he was off to make sure that breakfast was perfect. Mindy and I made small talk; touching on light subjects, Las Vegas in general and pretty much enjoying the morning. Just before our meal arrived Mindy excused herself to go to the ladies room. “Her you are, sir.” said Brian as he placed plates on the table. Then he added “Are you all right, sir?” I had been staring off, actually trying to think up something creative to do with Mindy, but coming up blank. Brian had mistaken my introspective look as a look of concern. “I’m fine, Brian. Just thinking.” I replied “Good, sir. I was concerned something might be wrong with ...