TITLE    : Dirty Dawn Ch. 03
STORYID  : dirty-dawn-ch-03_2011
SUMMARY  : Woman becomes sex toy for a weekend.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2011-12-16
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |swap|swing|punish|mmf|slave|toy|pet|fsub|


<i>Author's Note: To fully appreciate this story you need to first read, "Dirty Dawn, Part One" and part two.</i>



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As I continued to kiss her I let my hand stray down from her chest to her belly to the tops of her thighs.  Instead of lowering my hand to her knees and working my way back up under her raised skirt, I held my hand at her waist and used my fingers to pull the skirt steadily up farther and farther.  When I felt bare skin under my fingers I broke our kiss only long enough to say, "Spread!" and she complied as much as was possible in the restricted space, her thighs opening enough for me to get my fingers onto and into her slick shaven pussy.  I hadn't even given her a chance to acknowledge my command before covering her mouth once again with mine, and I kept our tongues dancing as I slid two fingers into her wetness as far as I could reach.



Hooking them up against the back / inside of her clit I dragged them back and forth just enough for her to feel it before swirling them around as much as I could like I was 'stirring' her pussy and then pulling them out.  I broke our kiss and looked at my cream covered fingers as I raised them between us.  She looked at them at well and I couldn't decide which of us looked hungrier to taste them &#x2013; but I knew which one of us was going to.  I moved my fingers toward her mouth and watched as she opened her mouth to accept them.  Thanks to her almost total lack of a gag reflex I was able to push my fingers as far into her mouth as I had into her cunt and move them around on her tongue to insure she got a good taste of herself.



Once I was satisfied that she'd gotten most of the pussy juice off my fingers, I took the fingers away, covered her mouth once more with my own and put my fingers back into her pussy.  I reached in, hooked, rubbed, swirled and removed... and fed her some of her own cream yet again.  The only time we weren't kissing was when she was sucking off my fingers.  Each time I reached into her pussy I worked a little longer until I knew that if I did it JUST long enough she'd cum again.  Part of me wanted to see what the reaction of the other passengers would be when they heard Dawn orgasm in their midst, but part of me worried what any on-board federal air marshal might say.  My concern only added to Dawn's frustration as a half-hour and about ten cycles later, she was in desperate need of a good climax.  As much as her pussy had already been pleasured that morning, she seemed in high need and capable of cumming until I ran out of energy to provide the necessary stimulation.



Just as I was trying to figure out how I could give her the release she desired &#x2013; even though I was relishing the pure frustration she was experiencing &#x2013; a flight attendant came by, interrupting our kiss and obviously seeing my hand buried in Dawn's crotch.  "Can I get you all anything to drink?" the attendant asked.



"No, thank you," I replied, and then I had a fast thought.  "But we could use a blanket?"



"Yes, sir," said the attendant with a smile.  She reached into an overhead compartment, grabbed one, unfolded it and then bunched it up to conveniently hand it to me.



"Thank you," I said with a smile.



"Oh, you're welcome, sir," she smiled back.  "Enjoy."  Her grin seemed full of sexual knowledge and I wondered just how clear a view she'd had of my fingers sliding in and out of Dawn's by-now soaking wet cunt.  Dismissing the thought I turned back to Dawn, had her help me stretch the blanket over us so that we were covered from neck to well below our knees... and then I had her spread herself farther, hooking her leg over mine so that her pussy was nicely open and easier to get into.



Covering her mouth with my own once again I put my hand back to her pussy and pushed three fingers in as hard and as far as I could.  With fast short movements I finger-fucked her pussy until it dawned on me through the haze of horniness that the squishy sounds coming out of her crotch were loud enough for other passengers to hear.  At that, still kissing her hard and with passion, I jammed my fingers in as deep as I could reach, hooked them and rubbed very slow and deep, working to bring her to the orgasm I knew she wanted and needed.  When she came I felt her hands clasp my arms in a vice-grip and her breathing was coming in gasps against my mouth because I refused to break the kiss.  She was quite literally breathing in and out of my mouth, her breath whistling through my nose, as her pussy spasmed and I could feel her body clenching down on the three fingers I held as firmly into her as I could manage.



When her orgasm finally passed I pulled my fingers out of her drenched cunt, raised them to her mouth and fed them to her to suck clean.  She did so without complaint or any apparent hunger and it was then I realized she must be getting at least a bit tired.  She'd already had a busy morning and it would only be lunch time by the time we landed in Vegas.



Holding her close but no longer kissing her I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "Go to sleep, baby.  Enjoy a nice nap on the flight.  When we get to Vegas, your use will begin again."  My hot breath so close to her ear seemed to ignite her once again but I ignored it and pulled away.  I left her covered by the blanket, especially since her legs were still spread and her one leg was hooked over mine.  I saw her smile at me and I took it as a sign of appreciation.  I watched as she seemed to snuggle into a comfortable position in her seat and then lay her head back and close her eyes.  I laid my head back as well and decided to nap.  When we got to Vegas I'd need my energy because I had no intention of ending the day until I had cum twice more: once in her pussy and once in her ass.



A few hours later saw us land in Vegas.  We 'deplaned' along with everyone else, most of us feeling like cattle moving as directed.  We got our bags at the carousel and I picked up a rental car at the appropriate counter.  It took about 25 minutes to get our things loaded into the car and get through traffic over to the Flamingo where we were staying.  Checking in was easy and I got two keys for the room.  Even though it was barely ten o'clock (we had gained three hours coming cross-country) we were hungry for lunch and the ground floor casino was busy.



Once we stowed our bags in the room we went back down and headed out of the hotel.  Just a block away was a decent restaurant I was familiar with that didn't serve 'tourist' food and was open twenty hours per day.  We were seated without issue and enjoyed our lunch.  Throughout all that time, from the airport to lunch and once we were through I kept getting the sense that Dawn &#x2013; naked and probably still tingly under her skirt &#x2013; was in a state of constant anticipation, waiting to find out what I had in store for her next.  She'd find out in due time.



We headed down the strip, stopping in here and there, playing a few penny and quarter slots, watching people lose money at the Blackjack tables and occasionally seeing a winner.  All of the cocktail waitresses in the casinos were dressed to flaunt whatever curves they had and the site off all that nearly-exposed tits and ass didn't do anything to calm me down.  Although I had cum once that morning, it had been about six hours earlier and I'd had plenty of play since then without release.  I was beginning to think it was time for my sex slave to see her first real use in Vegas.



Without telling her what was going on I led her back to the Flamingo and out to the courtyard that was half surrounded by the hotel.  There were a couple pools and some gardens and several benches set so that you could relax and look at the pet flamingos that the hotel actually kept for that purpose.  Or you could watch the waterfalls or look at people wearing barely-there bathing suits in the pool.  I selected a bench that was fairly secluded but not what I'd call 'private'.  People still wandered by and anyone looking out any of the hotel windows in either wing could look down at us.



Taking a seat I ordered Dawn to get on her knees before me.  The look on her face was one of mixed near-panic and deep carnal desire.  I give her credit for not hesitating as she said, "Yes, sir," quietly and dropped to her knees on the grass directly in front of me.



"Get my cock out," I ordered next.



As her hands moved to my zipper, she knee-walked a bit closer, forcing me to spread my knees apart to give her room.  As soon as my hardness was exposed to the warm air a rush of pleasure passed through me, growing out of my groin and filling my body.  I looked down at my sex toy, kneeling in the grass between my knees, her eyes looking at her hands, both of which were full of my erect cock, precum seeping freely from the swollen knob... then I looked up at a couple walking past and without looking back down said in a clear voice, "Now suck my cock, toy."



"Yes, sir," she said just as clearly and then dropped her head to meet her hands, her hands falling away as my length disappeared into the moist heat of her mouth.  A groan escaped my throat as my head fell back and my eyes closed.  I had seen the couple turn their heads to look when they heard me command Dawn to suck my cock.  The man looked shocked; the woman looked... more hungry than anything else.  If they had dared walk over I'd have let the man fuck Dawn right there and I'd have encouraged the woman to either watch or help.  As it was they kept walking and I reveled in the pleasure of Dawn once again deep-throating my throbbing manhood.



After a few minutes of enjoying Dawn's mouth and hands working at my cock and balls, and watching another few people walk by (some of whom looked blantantly and enjoyed the view, others who studiously ignored what was going on) I wanted more.  "Get up," I ordered Dawn.  "Straddle me reverse cowgirl and ride me," I ordered.  With a popping sound Dawn's mouth left my cock in the comparatively cool air and before I could describe what was happening she had said, "yes, sir!" and was straddling me, her ass in my face, her hands lifting her skirt enough so that it was out of the way and she was lowering her wetness pussy onto my length.



Now, I'm no 'hung stud'.  I've always considered my cock average at best and I knew Dawn had experience with some serious meat.  Still, that didn't stop me from enjoying the hot slickness of her velvety vaginal walls as they slid down my length, not stopping until her puffy outer lips were rubbing on my balls.  Even given the big cocks she'd had, her pussy felt tight enough to me and I knew that it wouldn't take too terribly long for me to erupt up into her.



I held her hips to grind her pussy down onto my length and was satisfied to hear a groan of pleasure escape her.  She braced herself with her hands on her knees as she began to ride up and down, our union covered by her skirt but our action obvious to anyone who happened by.  As Dawn humped up and down on my manhood several others did wander by; an older couple who looked embarrassed at us and then quickly away; a younger couple who looked without shame but never stopped walking; a single woman who slowed, watched, listened and licked her lips, but never stopped; a single man who looked, stopped, rubbed his crotch and then walked on.



The next person to walk by was a little more of a problem; he was wearing a blue blazer and had a security badge hanging from the breast pocket that indicated he worked for the Flamingo.  From what I could see he was a pretty well built younger guy, maybe in his late-twenties with a flat-top haircut and a clean-shaven square jaw.  He had a radio in one hand and strolled along with his other hand casually in his pocket.



He came around the curve in the sidewalk that put him within view of us.  Dawn saw him the same moment I did and immediately stopped riding my dick.  That earned her a slap on the ass accompanied by the order of, "Don't stop, toy.  I'm almost there."  Dawn's fear of legal reprisal over-rode her fear of me and she held still, her eyes locked onto the security guard and his eyes locked on her.  After waiting for a moment he took a few steps our way and I knew Dawn's fear levels were going to go up even higher.  I didn't give a shit. She was here for my use and, damn it, I needed to cum.  I wasn't worried about the law; while our behavior might have been indecent, our exposure was not.  To the best of my knowledge we weren't breaking any laws.



To get Dawn's attention I gave her the hardest smack on the ass I could muster, drawing a squeal from her unexpecting throat.  "Keep... Riding... My... Cock!" I ordered in a firm voice.  She didn't move.



"But security..." she started, earning another hard slap on the ass.  By now the security guard was only about fifteen feet away and could easily hear us.  His eyes twinkled with more than just concern for his job.



"I'll deal with him," I said seriously.  "But you need to do your job here... or take the next flight home."  The threat was plain in my voice.  My displeasure at her inability to take the necessary risk to please me as I had demanded was obvious.  The guard was about ten feet away as she began to rock her hips a little bit back and forth; a feeble attempt to appease me while not blatantly ignoring the authority he represented.  I sighed audibly.



"Good day, officer," I said to the guard.



Without taking his eyes off of Dawn as she very slowly, very faintly rocked her hips back and forth, stirring my aching cock as far into her pussy as I could reach, he said, "Good day, sir.  Is everything okay?  We had reports of a woman possibly being abused."



"Everything was just fine until you arrived and interrupted the service of my sex toy," I answered.  "She was just doing as she was told until your presence scared her into near inability to perform properly."  I grasped Dawn's hips firmly and tried to move her more.  As I said earlier in the story: she's not a small woman.  I had a little success, but not much.



"I see," said the guard.  I saw his eyes focus on Dawn's collar.  Looking her in the face he asked, "Are you certain you're okay ma'am?"



She hesitated.  "Answer him!" I commanded.



"I'm delightful, sir," she said to the guard.  "I'm simply fulfilling my purpose."



"I see," said the man, a glint of devilishness in his eyes.  Then he looked at me and said, "I guess I'll leave you two alone then. Try not to be too long."  The courtesy of hotel staff in Vegas is legendary and the man did the Flamingo proud.



As he turned to walk away I stopped him with a, "Sir?"  He turned and looked at me.  Dawn was moving a little better on my cock and I could feel my balls beginning to boil again.  I looked at the guard.  "My toy would dearly love to suck your dick as a way of saying 'thank you' for not making us stop, wouldn't you toy?"



"Yes, sir," replied Dawn. I couldn't tell if she really wanted to suck the guy or if she was JUST being obedient, but either way she wasn't backing down and that was good enough for me.



The guard looked around and said, "I don't know..."  It was easy to see that he wanted the blow job, but that he was worried about his job.  Dawn had gone back to her vigorous up and down riding on my length and although I wasn't sure she could do both at the same time, for some reason right then I really wanted to see another man face fuck her.



"I'll vouch for your courtesy if any trouble comes of it," I said with a smile.  "But the only thing that SHOULD come of it is you, right down her throat if she does things right."  I gave Dawn a playful slap on the ass as I said the last part and realized that if the guy did take the blow job but didn't cum pretty quick I'd be done long before he was.  I could feel my cum slowly rising and knew that it would soon be running out of Dawn's pussy all over my shaft and balls.



"Well..." said the guard, still looking around, but no longer walking away.



My sex toy surprised me by saying, "Please?"  That did it for the guard. He stepped back over in front of her and unzipped his pants.  When he pulled out his semi-erect dick I wasn't impressed.  It was about the same size as mine, circumcised and obviously surrounded by a thick matte of pubic hair.  Hadn't the guy ever heard of grooming?  Oh, well... not my problem.  As he was pulling his dick out I reached up and grabbed a handful of Dawn's hair on the back of her head.  Tangling my fingers in it I squeezed and pulled her head back some to issue her the command.



"Suck his cock even better than you did mine this morning, toy, or your ass is going to glow red for a week."  I let her hair go with a small shove as she squeaked out a meek, "Yes, sir," and leaned forward to her task.



As she opened her mouth to accept his rapidly hardening dick I reached out to grab both her arms at the bicep.  Holding onto her arms I pulled her back as I thrust my hips up and then released my pull on her arms as I rocked my hips down.  By this method I managed to keep my cock pumping in and out of her almost sloppy wet cunt and I also kept her from using her hands to control Joe Security Guard's dick.  As his cock grew in her mouth he took her head in his hands and began to pump his hips.  In less than about two minutes she was no longer sucking his cock... he was fucking her mouth and throat.



That realization pushed me over the edge and I groaned out my pleasure as my cock blasted hot thick ropes of sticky cum against Dawn's cervix.  As I came, I released my hold on her arms, grabbed her hips and buried as deep as I could reach into her cunt while my cock spasmed.  As soon as I let go of her arms she leaned even farther forward &#x2013; helping me get deeper into her &#x2013; and grabbed Mr. Guard's hips to pull his hardness deeper into her throat.  The end result was that by the time I had finished filling her pussy with my cum, he was pumping his into her mouth and down her throat.



I could see and hear her working to swallow what landed on her tongue but she apparently couldn't swallow fast enough or he had shot a really big load.  Cum dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin.  A small bit was running down one side of her neck as she held her mouth open around his width and let him fuck her mouth deep a few more times.



My orgasm was well past by the time he had finished his and stepped back away from her.  He quickly tucked his wilting cock away as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.  "Get off me," I said with a growl.  She mumbled out a, "Yes, sir," around attempts to swallow whatever cum was left in her mouth, or that she wiped in with her hand from her lips and chin.  As she stood up off me I held her skirt up and watched my cum flow out of her swollen pussy lips, one glob running down her thigh while other globs just plopped out and fell to the grass.



When I looked back up the security guard was moving quickly away and I wondered how much trouble he'd get in.  Unless there was a security camera nearby he should be okay.  No one had walked by.  Putting my own cock back in my pants I took my toy by the hand and led her back into the hotel and up to our room.  There I directed her to take a shower, brush her teeth, and in general get cleaned up.  I wanted her dressed nicely for dinner but, again, without any underwear on. Thigh high stockings would be good and some low heels.  When she was done in the shower, but before she dried off, I ordered her to cleanse my cock, balls and ass.  I then permitted her to soap the rest of me and let her dry me off after I had rinsed.  I was dressed before she was fully dry and I watched as she got dressed.  It occurred to me, as the dress fell over her shoulders, down her hips and covered her butt, that her ass was the one orifice I hadn't yet used that day; a deficiency I expected to correct later that evening.

