Vicky Bound for VacationPart 1

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As I was rubbing my fingers over Vicky’s nipples I was thinking about my upcoming business trip and thought she might like to go. “How would you like to go to San Francisco for a long weekend?” My new job had me traveling one or two nights a week and I was scheduled be in SFO the last few days October. Halloween fell on the last Saturday of the month. “MMM…” She was purring like a cat. “Sure. I’d love to go. I haven’t been there in a couple of years.” Vicky and I were lying nude on my couch. She was stretching and flexing her silky body as my roaming hands moved across her flesh. She trapped one of my hands between her thighs and was using the edge to masturbate. I had just had her tied over the back of the couch and the fucking and ass slapping had brought her to a screaming, gut retching orgasm. She seemed to be fired up and ready for more. “You know I lived there for a while as a kid and the Army sent me through there a lot. I know the bay area fairly well and there are some wild parties on Halloween night. I think we could find something to keep us occupied.” We had meet in school just a month before. I had started dating this goddess of a woman on my graduation day. And we had developed a strong bond. We both realized our relationships had a kinky side. However, we were also very compatible in every other way. Vicky is 5’5” with a rock hard body. Long, lean, dancer’s legs. 34D breasts and lustrous, long dark blond hair. She’s so beautiful it hurts. She is also the wildest woman I’ve met in my 30 years , and that’s after an Army career that had taken me all over the world. The longer I talked she continued to build her arousal by jerking her pussy against my hand, “There is a big party there every Halloween called the ‘Exotic, Erotic Ball’. Pretty much anything goes. I’ve been to it before. You’d fit in REAL well.” She was pinching her hard, protruding nipples, working herself. She was close to cumming. “That sounds like fun.” She moaned. I could see the gleam in her eye. She was getting closer. She was working her hips faster and her hands were roughly kneading her breasts, “Are you going to fuck me out there? Are you? Will you tie me up and make me do things? Do things to me? Make me hurt? Make me your slave?” Suddenly her head flew back and that long blond hair was arching through the air. Her orgasm lasted a good 30 seconds and for the next five minutes her body occasionally jerked with aftershocks. Vicky is very sensual and uninhibited. Her enthusiasm for sex is dynamic and contagious. There’s not a shy or a modest bone in her body and inhibited is one Üsküdar Escort word that will never be in the same sentence with her name. Every moment we’re together is like discovering some new kink or perversion we can explore. Over the next few days I made all the necessary reservations for the flight, hotel, rental car and the Ball. Vicky had also been busy. She had found what she described as a “Come Fuck Me” costume to wear to the Ball. She’d also been surfing the net looking for specific web sites. The night before our scheduled flight we were laying on the couch practically nude. “Come over here. I want to show you what I found.” She pulled me in front of my computer desk and brought up a BDSM web site. The images were wild and stimulating. There were pictures and movies showing B&D sessions, sexual torture, girls bound and tied into fucking machines, women dominating women with electrical devices, and a special section for public bondage and sexual humiliation. “I called them today, just to get some information. The use mostly porn stars for models but they are always looking for good looking amateurs to be in their shows.” Her breathing was getting rapid and the golden skin of her face was starting to flush. I was going from page to page of the site. While I was perusing the company’s site she had moved down to the floor. She had pulled out my cock and was stroking and licking my shaft and balls. Between her mouth and the images on the web site I was quickly becoming hard. “You like that web site, don’t you.” She asked as I continued to view page after page. She swallowed more of my cock and I slid down in the chair to give her better access to my prick . “ I bet you’d like to do some of those things to me, wouldn’t you. Tie me up and fuck me like that. Maybe watch a group of people fuck me and use me, wouldn’t you. Slap my ass and tits and fuck me so good and hard.” Suddenly, I realized she was trying to talk me into something. “I e-mailed them a couple of my photographs while I was talking to them.” She moved one hand down to rub her pussy. ” You know. The ones you took of me that night tied me over your balcony and fucked me so good. Out there where anybody could see.” She was squeezing my balls and pushing her nails into my scrotum. ” You know. The ones where my nipples are hard and red and my pussy lips are swollen and open.” She slid her mouth up and down my dick from the head my balls. “They want me to come in and talk to them while we’re there. They said all I’d have to do is sign a model release.” Her tongue swirled Üsküdar Escort Bayan around the head of my dick. In a throaty whisper she added, “I want to go there. And I want you to take me.” She started pulling the head of my dick through her teeth. Over and over again. “Damn.” I couldn’t concentrate. She was driving me crazy and she knew it. “You’re sure you want to go there? It looks intense. You can always chicken out at the last minute.” “Yes, I’m sure. I have no intention of backing out as long as your with me.“ I grabbed hands full of that golden hair and started fucking her mouth. She had one hand grasping my balls and the fingers of her other twirling in her pussy. As I shot the first stream into her mouth she did her little trick and put that vice like squeeze on my balls. Yea, I knew we’d be going to this torture chamber and anywhere else she wanted to go. Our flight to SFO arrived at 11 PM California time. Vicky had wanted to fool around on the flight. Join the ‘Mile High’ club. Unfortunately, I had to work on the company presentation I had to give the next morning. My meeting started and finished very early. That left us all day to play tourist and see San Francisco’s incredible sites. I played guide and she was obviously having a good time. Our last stop, before heading to dinner, was a little place I’d discovered back in the 80’s. A sex toy shop named ‘Hard On Leather’. This place had something for everyone and catered to any type of sexual kink or orientation. They had everything from sexy maid costumes to dungeon torture equipment. As we walked in I could tell this was going to be a hit with Vicky. “WOW, look at all this. We could spend the rest of our lives in here.” She turned into a beautiful tornado, walking around from one display to the next, talking and inspecting toys like a kid on Christmas morning. Everything she saw she had to touch, pick up and ask me how it worked. “You can’t tell me you’ve never been to a sex shop before?” I asked in amazement. “Yea, I have, but not like this. I don’t even know what some of these things are.” Vicky was playing with a fancy double headed, vibrating dildo when the sales clerk came around a corner. “Hi…..My name’s Christina…..are you finding everything you want?” the sexy redhead sales lady purred at us but mostly at Vicky. Vicky’s faced flushed and I caught that lustful twinkle in her eye. Christina was a beautiful woman. She was several inches taller than Vicky and had a similar build except that her breasts were slightly larger. It was obvious she wasn’t Escort Üsküdar wearing a bra. You could see her erect nipples poking through the t-shirt she wore. The rings through her nipples were clearly visible. She was the definition of a typical redhead. She had white, delicate, almost porcelain skin with a light sprinkle of freckles. Her skirt was skin tight and stopped just below her ass and she wore a pair of black spiked, high heeled, thigh high boots. They looked just the ones worn by pirates in those old swaqshbuckling movies. Vicky was mesmerized by the redhead’s nipples. She had reached out and almost cupped Christina’s breasts when I put my arm around her waist. She caught herself just in time. Christina didn’t move an inch. She just stood there waiting for Vicky’s hands and smiled a knowing smile. She actually moved in a little closer. I was sure she wanted Vicky to touch her. Vicky looked around and realized she was still holding the two headed dildo. She replaced it quickly. “I see a lot I like. But, we were looking for something special. Do you have anything for bondage, you know, BDSM?” Vicky had told me she’d had some very good bisexual, submissive experiences. There was an obvious, sexual spark between these two. As she and Christina talked they were moving closer together and looking up and down each other’s bodies. “Who’s the submissive one?” Christina’s gaze suddenly turned to me and roamed up and down my 6’3” frame. With a wicked smile she looked me in the eye, “I know it can’t be you. Your just too big.” Looking back at Vicky she purred, “So that means… it must be you.” A statement, not a question. Vicky just blushed and whispered, “Yea, it’s me.” Sliding her arm around Vicky’s waist and pulling her up against her side, Christina guided her to another part of the shop. “We have some very popular and really wicked toys for a submissive. I think you’ll love them. I know I do.” Looking over her shoulder she spoke to me, “ Why don’t you look around for some things and let us pick out some surprises.” I called out to Vicky’s swaying backside as she moved away, “Get anything you want, just make sure we’ll be able to get it through security at the airport.” An hour later I had added $400 to my credit card, Vicky had that post orgasmic, just fucked look and Christina’s face was bright pink and her lipstick was slightly smeared. As we left the store, Christina and Vicky gave each other an opened mouth kiss and we headed back to the Marriott to change for dinner. I showered and dressed first. Vicky told me she wanted to wash her hair. Washing and drying that long, beautiful main of hair it is not an easy task. To get me out from under foot she sent me to the roof top bar of the hotel to wait. If you’ve not been to the SFO Marriott Marquis it has a fantastic view of the city through its glass and chrome retro Art Deco looking sky lights.

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