What Happens in Vegas

After less than a minute he slipped inside. It was amazing, feeling him grow hard inside me. Sensing every new inch of his budding arousal, as he took those first few tentative strokes.

“Mmmmm…” he growled, somewhere low and deep in his chest. “There we go.”

Both hands were on my ass now, the fingers curling into claws as he pumped me. It made me feel possessed by him. Almost bought and paid for, using my body to pay my bills. I closed my eyes and went with it, enjoying the role play. Mason was my filthy landlord, taking out every last dollar of play rent money in our dirty little game.

“Two minutes,” Corey called from the floor. He was watching more intently now, his voice thick with lust. I could tell our little Monopoly game wouldn’t go on much longer.

“She’s so tight,” Mason grunted, bearing down on me. He was moving faster now, screwing me harder. The sound of the slapping of our bodies filled the whole apartment. “I—I bet I could come…”

It always turned me on when they talked to each other. There was something sexy about it I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something that made me feel like their plaything, which had always been part of the fantasy for me.

I imagined his roommate coming home right now and walking in on this. The

shock on his face, the surprise of seeing me bent over his couch, Mason drilling me from behind… while his friend watched from the floor, awaiting his own turn.

“Three and a half,” warned Corey.

I started bucking back against him, screwing my ass in a circle. Fucking him with purpose, with the intent of getting him off. It was like a whole new game. Beating the timer…

“Annnnd time!”

We finished just short of him coming. He took a few bonus strokes, maybe five or ten more seconds, and then we were face to face again. The look in Mason’s eyes was desperation, fueled by lust. But there was also something else too. An underlying… restraint.

“You stopped yourself?”

His cock jutted straight out from his magnificent body; hard, wet, throbbing. God, I wanted to push him to the floor and just impale myself on it! To feel it slide all the way up inside me, as I sank the full weight of my body downward…

“Roll.”

Somehow he had the dice again. He pushed them into my hand.

“What?”

“You rolled doubles,” he said. “You roll again.”

I knew that part. What I didn’t know is why he was so intent upon—

“If you roll a seven,” he said evenly, “you land on Boardwalk. And then… we’re taking you into that bedroom, and taking it out on your ass.”

A sudden thrill shot through me, mixed with a little bit of fear and apprehension. But mostly, excitement.

“I am not rolling a seven.” I declared.

Mason smiled back at me smugly. Corey was beside him now, too.

“You’re stalling,” he said.

Forty-Two

LAUREN

They took good care of me first, before the big deed. Made sure I was sopping wet and beyond willing, as well as a very, very happy girl.

What happened of course, was that I rolled a seven. I moved my game piece, landed on Boardwalk. And not just Boardwalk. Boardwalk with a hotel…

At that point the game was over. Corey threw me over his shoulder and carried me into Mason’s bedroom, with his friend following closely behind.

Taking it out on your ass…