What Happens in Vegas
“If you’re trying to skip dinner and stay in,” I practically moaned, “I’m all for—”
A hand shot out, clamping itself over my mouth. Brody’s hand. He held a finger against his own lips with the other, shushing me.
As I breathed out into his palm, my pussy flooded.
The whole thing was unspeakably hot.
“Now bend over,” Corey growled, somewhere close behind me.
I couldn’t believe how fast I was getting turned on. I found myself tingling all over. But totally eager to obey.
“Good,” he said. “Now, Lauren… hand me those.”
My confusion lasted less than a second. When I glanced up again, Brody was holding something out to me. What looked to be a long string of jade green beads.
Holy shit.
Very large beads.
“Lauren? Did you hear what I just said?”
Somehow I broke out of the trance I’d fallen into. I took the string of beads mechanically, then passed it back to Corey without thinking.
“Thank you.”
The butterflies in my stoma
ch were full grown birds now. I felt two hands, spreading me gently. Pulling my thong aside. Opening me up…
“W—Where do you think you’re putting thos—”
Then I felt it, and relief flowed through me.
Thank God.
One by one I felt the beads being inserted into my wet, willing channel. Corey’s touch was exceptionally gentle. He rubbed each one up and down a few times through my wetness, getting it all slick before pushing it in.
There were five beads in all, from what I could feel. When the fifth one was inside me, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.
“Okay, good. Now stand up.”
I did, and my thong snapped back into place. Slowly, gingerly, I stood upright again.
“How does it feel?” asked Brody.
I shifted my weight before answering. “Full.”
“Not uncomfortable?”
I shook my head.
“Good.”
It was the weirdest feeling; almost like I had to pee, but also not like that at all. It was a steady, pleasant pressure. A feeling of contentment in an unusual place.
“Now we’re ready to go,” said Corey, stepping forward and smoothing my dress down.
We are? I wanted to say. I was somewhat confused, and maybe a little bit frightened.