Hello, ladies and gents, and welcome to yet another tale that is guaranteed to make you wish for an onanastic release…or at least get you more intimate with your spouse. ;-) However, if you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, or otherwise prohibited from reading such material, please do not read this story. I reserve all commercial and non-electronic rights to this work, so if you steal, I will catch up with you and exercise my copyright. If you want to catch up on this series, or read anything else I have to offer, please visit my website at http://www.asstr.org/~BrettLynn/. I also must remind you that the name 'Brett Lynn' is a pen name, and I am not connected in any form with anyone with the above name. Now, with the legalese out of the way, let's get on with the show.

 

The Wonderful Adventures Of Miss K: Luck Be A Lady

by Brett Lynn

 

Miss K shook the sweat out of her hair as she stepped out of the elevator. After running a good three miles on the treadmill, she was drenched in sweat to the point that her Black sports bra was soaked. Wiping the sweat off of her brow, she made the short walk to her hotel room, then knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Tracy called out.

"It's the rat pack arisen from the grave," Miss K deadpanned. "It's me, Trace. Open up!"

"Alright, alright," Tracy said as she opened the door. "I don't know why you felt the need to workout as soon as we got here. A normal person would have hit the tables right after hitting Vegas."

"I know, I know," Miss K said, enjoying the bright lights of the strip from her $1,000 a night hotel room. "Then again, there's a reason I made out with my dot-com cash and most didn't…I don't gamble."

"Well, most people would consider radical cosmetic surgery a gamble!"

"Hush," Miss K said, putting a finger over her lips to enunciate the point. "Now let me get in the shower. I feel like putting down a little bit of money tonight."

"OK," Tracy said as Miss K began stripping off her sports bra, then covering her breasts to maintain her modesty.

"Oooh," Tracy said as she plopped down on a couch and watched her friend. "Why the modesty now?"

"Well, I can be modest whenever I want, BIIIATCH!" Miss K said as she was almost doubled over in laughter. Listening to Tracy fall out laughing and brushing the sweaty hair out of her eyes, she stumbled her way into the bathroom. Stripping off her jogging shorts, and the spandex shorts she wore underneath, she reached into the shower to get the water going. She gave herself a shiver as the terry cloth washcloth brushed her nipples, then steeled herself as she carried it, the soap and the shampoo into the shower. Wanting to wait for a bit of a release, she washed gingerly across her body, scrubbing her flesh clean before carefully cleaning off her genitals.

She stepped out the shower, then dried off her body with a towel and had her auburn tresses blow-dried. Stepping out of the shower, she walked into the bedroom, complete with fine art on the walls and plush burgundy carpet. After noticing the mints left on the pillow, she opened up her drawers and selected a red thong and a matching lacy push-up bra. She slid the thong up her legs, then pulled her limp dick between her legs before pulling it up into place. Then she pulled on her bra, cupping them a bit in her hands and letting her palms linger over them until her nipples began to harden. She pulled open the closet and pulled out the plaid Burberry suit she had been saving for a night just like this. The jacket was cut to hug her waist and show off the massive cleavage she had, while the skirt hugged her hips and stopped just short of her crotch. Then she pulled out the matching 3 inch clogs and slid them on her feet. She dug the room key and wallet out of her jogging gear, then slid her into the suit pockets. Once she put on a coat of burgundy lipstick and combed out her hair, she walked out onto the marble hallway towards the living room.

Tracy heard the click of the heels before she saw her friend. When she got up on her knees on the couch and turned around, all she saw was Miss K's jiggling flesh, shaken to perfection by the strut on her heels. The plaid tightly tailored round Miss K's breasts made her mouth and pussy water, a dull itch beginning between her thighs as she so wanted to pull opened that jacket and nurse on those silicone mammaries. She finally looked up to Miss K faced just as she got within a few steps of her, those dark red lips just begging to be kissed, which is just what Tracy did as she wrapped one arm around Miss K's strong back, her free hand mauling her friend's big tit.

"God, you can be a sexy woman at times!" Tracy said as she reached into her track pants and rubber her pussy, writhing her hips as she rubbed her clit. "You're making me so wet!"

"Oh really?" Miss K said as she reached into Tracy's pants and ran her fingers along her vulva. "That's how I love my women."

As the two began to kiss again, Miss K slid two fingers into Tracy's wet quim, pumping them as her thumb rubbed her friend's clit and her tongue snaked around Tracy's. As feeling her friend moan into her mouth, Miss K pulled away from the kiss, smiling at the trace of lipstick left on Tracy's lips, and pulled the hand out of her pants. She took the two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, smacking her lips a she enjoyed the sweet taste.

"You taste delicious, Trace," Miss K said before giving her friend a peck on the lips. "Now let's see you look it."

"Alright, alright. I'll go," Tracy said as she climbed over the couch, helped down by Tracy. "Just you wait, missy!"

"I have no choice," Miss K said with a smile before climbing over the couch and relaxing. "Just don't keep me for too long, OK?"

"Alright K!" Tracy screamed as she disappeared off into the bedroom. With that, Miss K changed the channel on the TV, looking for something to watch to kill the time. Eventually, she settled in to watch "Juice", thinking about the old days in Brooklyn.

As Miss K was patiently watching the move, she felt a hand slowly slide into her jacket, then lightly tweaked the nipple through her bra.

"I see your nipple is harder than a diamond," Tracy deliberately hissed. "Now, I got something to show you a bit more valuable."

Tracy's blonde hair was set in big bouncy curls, framing her face as it drifted down to the small of her back. Her body glowed icy blue from the glittery dress she wore, and her cleavage was pushed up and perfectly framed in a neckline that reached down to her navel. She wore all ice blue makeup, making her smile seem brighter and warmer than ever, while the dress clung perfectly to Tracy's legs and hips, stopping just short of her six-inch stiletto heels.

"Wow, you look so incredible! Like a work of art," Miss K panted, feeling her thong tighten around her hardening dick.

In response, Tracy bent over her friend, letting her blonde hair cascade over her face as she reached into Miss K's suit and massaged her boobs. "We can play right now if you want."

Miss K whined a bit, then got to her feet and turned off the TV. "I'd love to right now, Trace, but I wanna go gamble. I want to give this high-rolling thing a shot."

"OK," Tracy said as she walked around the couch. "So who is going to be on whose arm?"

"Why don't I be on your arm. That should be fun."

"That's sounds like a plan to me," Tracy said as she held out her arm for Miss K to hold onto. "Let's get going!"

"You lead the way, ma."

***

The two ladies had made their way down to the casino floor and settled into a blackjack table in the VIP room. Surrounding them were people of money and means, their expensive clothes advertising their wealth as much as their wagers. Circulating through the room were various members of the casino staff, making sure their most valuable customers were well-taken care of, making sure they made their contribution to the casino's take.

Tracy sat next to Miss K, idly fingering their chips as she followed the action. Miss K watched as the dealer dealt out the next hand of blackjack. They were just about breaking even for the night, barely making a $200 profit on a $25,000 stash. Just as Miss K was picking up her hand, she felt a hand tapping her on her shoulder.

"How do you do, ma'am? My name is Bobby, and I'm here to inquire about any needs you may have," the casino staffer said as he offered his hand.

"Hit me," Miss K idly said before turning to Bobby and shaking his hand. "My name is Ms. Stanford, and my companion here is Ms. LaRue," Miss K said as she gestured over to Tracy, a bit surprised at her formality.

As Miss K turned back to the table to check out her cards, Bobby continued the conversation in her ear. "We here are willing to take care of any of our most valued customers' needs."

"Damn," Miss K said as she saw the dealer won with his hand. "What do you mean by that Bobby?"

"You know, food, drinks, other, shall I say, illicit recreation."

"What do you mean?" Miss K said as Tracy laid out $500 in chips for the next bet.

"Well, we can connect you to our call girl service for some after hours entertainment. Also, we can get you whatever drug you want, just say the word. Weed, coke, E…"

"E? Oh really?" Miss K said as her ears perked up, asking for another hit with the blackjack dealer. She motioned to Tracy, then whispered in her ear, "Hey, this dude here can score us some hits. Wanna party like a rat-packer and have some fun?"

"Who?" Tracy said out loud as the dealer attended to the other players. Then she collected herself and whispered in Miss K's ear, "Sure. I've tried that once. Let's do it."

As the dealer turned over the cards on the table, Miss K whispered in Bobby's ear, "Sure. We'll take a couple hits."

Bobby backed away and smiled, then stepped away from their table, presumably to get them what they asked. "You guys want some OJ too?"

"Sure," Tracy answered. "Get a couple of glasses for both of us."

"What's with the orange juice, Trace?" Miss K asked as she turned back to the table and looked at her cards.

"Trust me on this one, K," Tracy said as she ran a hand up Miss K's arm. "You'll need it to help swallow it."

"OK," Miss K said, smiling as she saw she had blackjack on this hand, resulting in a tidy profit for herself.

In almost no time, a waitress came over with a tray with two small glasses of orange juice as well as an envelope. "Mr. Jackson said that this is for you," the waitress said as she handed the envelope to Miss K, then placed the orange juice on the railing. "If you need Mr. Jackson's services anymore, here's his card."

"Thanks," Miss K said as she slipped the card into her jacket pocket, then watched the waitress walk away.

As Miss K called for a hit on her hand, Tracy slid up next to her friend and whispered, "shall we do it?", punctuating it with a lick of her ear.

"Sure," Miss K whispered back. "After all, it's sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, right?" She then pulled Tracy into a deep tongue kiss, much to the applause of a couple of the other players. Then she put the envelope on the railing and pulled out a dull-pink pill, accidentally knocking it on the floor.

"Let's go," Miss K said at a half-whisper as Tracy picked up the envelope and pulled out her tab. As the two smiled at each other, they popped the pills into their mouth and took a sip of the orange juice ease the pill down.

"How about this, K? After three more hands, we can take a cab to the Strip. I want to be among those bright lights when it hits," Tracy blurted out.

"OK," Miss K said as she gave Tracy a peck on the cheek. "Three more hands," she said with a smile. She then looked on as the dealer flipped over the cards and announced she had blackjack. She smiled, then took the chips from the dealer for winning. Beaming with joy, she parceled out three more wagers of $250 a piece and handed them over to Tracy to place on the table.

After losing the next three hands in quick succession, the two ladies pushed away from the table, and walked arm and arm to cash in their chips. As the ladies strutted their way across the casino floor to the cashier, Miss K and Tracy felt sexy as hell feeling their clothes clinging to their curves, enjoying the power of lust they created. Miss K felt her dick and nipples get hard from the occasional gaze she got from the ladies in the casino, knowing that they all wanted to be her and hopefully wanted to fuck her hot body. After letting go of Tracy's arm, Miss K handed over her chips to the clerk, then furtively stuffed her winnings in her purse. Then the two ladies walked out the front door together, both of them feeling up each other's butts while Tracy manipulated a finger to tease Miss K's hidden tip.

Once they got in a waiting cab in front of the hotel, the two ladies sped off towards the bright lights of the strip, enjoying the neon glow of the city as they waited for the E to take effect. In a few short minutes, they were in the midst of the strip, enjoying the electric light parade of the various casinos as they passed by. Miss K was idly toying with her hair, checking out Tracy's ample cleavage in the ambient light.

"Hey, Trace!"

"Yeah, K?"

"I don't see what the big deal is with being on the Strip after taking some…"

Miss K paused in mid-sentence as she looked around her in what appeared to be a different world, or at least a brighter one. After shielding her eyes for a brief moment, she looked at the impossibly bright city around her, the Golden Palace marquee that had just came up looking almost as bright as the sun.

"Wow! I see what you mean, definitely," Miss K said as she sat back in her seat. "This can't be right," she continued as she shook her head in disbelief."

"I know what you mean," Tracy said after an unnatural pause. "Sorry for the wait. I was just thinking about something."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Miss K sat there letting the thoughts race in her head. Suddenly, in the rush of thoughts in her head, she turned and looked at Tracy, and her mind began to race.

"Damn, she's sexy," Miss K thought quickly to herself. "She so beautiful. I would have killed to fuck someone like her in high school. Heck, I damn near killed myself with this body and all that plastic surgery. Damn, I wanna fuck her. But I don't get why she's with me. She's rolled with me so much on this trip. She could have bounced any time she wanted. I hope I didn't threaten her. Damn, fucking size thing again. But seriously, she's rocked with me. She's done everything I've asked of her. She's put up with me and my bullshit. Maybe she gives a fuck about me. Maybe she just wants to make me happy. God, a chick that actually wants to make me happy. What a wild concept. Shit, she'd do anything to make me feel good. Now that I think it, I would too. It feels so nice to see her happy and shit, and not because of the money. Shit, she didn't have to fuck with me on this road trip thing. Plus she's so beautiful when she's happy, especially the way she glows and oh shit…"

The realization hit Miss K like a ton of bricks. She slid herself into the corner of the car and looked at Tracy, studying every inch of her body. Instead of coolly thinking of her body as a series of nerve endings to play like an instrument, she saw it as a whole, a beautiful whole that held the consciousness of someone she didn't want to see hurt, but pleasured and taken care of in ever way possible. She finally focus on her Tracy's lips, looking at how soft they looked, thinking how good they made her feel ever step of this road trip. "God, I gotta thank her properly," Miss K accidentally said out loud as she was thinking to herself.

Tracy broke out of her train of thought as she saw her friend's big, sturdy, curvy frame coming towards her. "I don't want to be fucked right now, K," Tracy said as she saw her friend moving towards her. "All I want right now is…"

Instead of feeling the lustful force she usually felt from Miss K, Tracy felt something different in the kiss. There was a patience and gentleness she hadn't felt before as she gently nursed on the tip of Miss K's tongue that slipped between her lips. Then, she closed her eyes and felt her friend's had slide up her arm. Strangely, it didn't feel like her nerves were being played with as usual. Even though she knew Miss K could play her body like a virtuoso, there was something different there, something more admiring as she felt Miss K's large, firm breast press down on top of hers with their weight. Finally, she felt Miss K pull away from her just enough that when she opened her eyes, she looked right into her friend's. For once, the lust simply wasn't there. It was something else, something completely new that she felt when she saw Miss K simply smile and nod her head.

"I understand," Tracy quietly said with a smile.

Miss K went back to kiss Tracy again, idly reaching her hand to pull down the strap of Tracy's dress. She kissed her way down to the nape of her neck, lingering there as she pulled one of her breasts out of the dress. Sighing as she felt Tracy reach into her jacket, she bent down and began to blindly nurse on her friend's tit. As she felt her hair being caressed, she slowly sucked on the hardening nipple in her mouth, then opened her eyes to se Tracy's eyes in pure bliss, her face framed by the passing lights of Vegas. She gasped when she felt her nipple popped from her bra, hardening instantly on Tracy's touch, before swirling her tongue over the chocolate areolas.

When she felt Tracy tug on her auburn locks, Miss K slid her lips back up Tracy's body ad sucked on her lips firmly. When she felt Tracy push on her shoulders, she simply fell back in the seat and let Tracy climb on top of her right leg. As Tracy held on to and squeezed the other tit, she felt her friend wetly kiss and suck on her nipple. While Miss K wrapped her hands around Tracy's shoulders, holding her to her bosom, Tracy unwrapped her fingers from Miss K's breasts and placed it on her knee. Slowly, Tracy's hand slid up Miss K's quivering thigh, her chest heaving as it was desperate to feed her friend her breast. Little by little, Tracy's hand slid up Miss K's thigh and under her skirt, making Miss K's flesh quiver. She gasped as she felt Tracy's hand grasp her dick in her thong, then lifted her hips into Tracy, pressing her dick into the palm of her friend's hand. She held onto Tracy's blonde curls and pressed her head tightly to her breasts, letting her nurse on the breasts while she jacked her cock through the thong.

"Driver," Miss K breathlessly said. "Get us back to the hotel now." She steeled herself just enough to pull a $50 bill out of her purse and throw it in the front seat. "Just GO! NOW!"

The cab driver, taking the hint, made a U-turn on the Strip and sped back to the hotel. The jolt from the turn roused Tracy out of her rapture and got her to slide up into Miss K's lap. As the driver hurried back to the casino, the two held each other, caressing each other's curves as they looked at each other in the low light, kissing intermittently. Just as Miss K was about to peck Tracy's nose, the car came to a sudden halt, throwing Tracy into the nape of Miss K's neck.

"Are you OK back there?" the cab driver called out.

"Sure, I'm fine. No big deal," Tracy said as she sat back up, then rolled into the seat. "Did you pay him, honey?"

"Yeah, Trace," Miss K said as she grabbed her purse. "Now let's get back to the hotel room. Don't forget about your dress."

"Right," Tracy said as she pulled the strap of her dress back up and adjusted her cleavage. She then opened the door and stepped out, with Miss K quickly following as she held her hand.

The two walked to the elevator arm-in-arm, smiling bright at anyone who just happened to pass by. Then, they got on the elevator to their floor and walked to the door of their hotel room. Miss K fished the electronic key out of her purse and opened the door, looking at the living room lit by the glow of the strip in the distance. Then, she looked into Tracy's eyes, completely lost.

"What's wrong K?"

"I dunno what to do now. Normally I'd fuck you into a coma, get myself off, then wake you up and watch some TV. Now….I dunno."

"Yeah, me neither. Fuck that hard is fun, but…"

The two looked deep into each other's eyes, then faded into a deep, meaningful kiss, holding each other as Miss K leaned Tracy into the door jam. As the two kept kissing, Miss K's hands slid down over Tracy's big soft butt and onto the back of her hips. She lifted Tracy's legs into her arms just as Tracy sucked Miss K's tongue into her mouth, making the heat on her belly that much hotter. As she felt Tracy's wet pussy rub on her stomach as Tracy's tongue caressed inside her mouth, making her hum in pleasure, her thong getting tighter with each passing second. Eventually, she felt her legs begin to tire, so she closed the door behind her as she carried Tracy over to the couch. She sat down and let Tracy lay on top of her, their lips now breaking as she tried to suck the breath out of each other.

Tracy finally pulled away, leaned back on her haunches, sucked in a deep breath, and then pulled open Miss K's suit jacket. She pulled the jacket off of Miss K's arms, letting her fingers linger on Miss K's strong arms, then unclasped Miss K's bra. She hefted the huge breasts in her hands, then squeezed them some, letting her thumbs play with the nipples. As she was doing this, she looked up into Miss K's face and smiled, receiving a smile in return. She slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, revealing her good-sized breasts, then held them up in her hands, rubbing them in the process. After letting them drop, she bent down to kiss Miss K again, swirling their tongues together as they pressed their bodies together, Miss K's arms around her back. She felt her pussy juice and throb with the anticipation that Miss K was going to be inside of her soon, right where she needed her. Finally, she slid her hands in between their bodies and pushed away from her friend. Then, she reached down, pulled up Miss K's skirt, and then pulled Miss K's semi-hard dick out into her grasp.

"Please, let me put this inside me," Tracy said as she stroked the swelling member in her hands. "I want us to be together."

"Oh God yeah," Miss K said, almost in tears from the desire. "Please, do it."

Tracy concentrated her strokes right around the tip, feeling Miss K's swollen dick flex in her hands. She then lifted herself up and lined the tip up with her pussy. Once she left herself drop, both Tracy and Miss K moaned, glad that they were joining together and delirious with joy. When Miss K felt Tracy's wet nether lips kiss the base of the dick, she fell back and screamed in pleasure, almost shivering from the thought of them being together. She wrapped one arm around Tracy's butt, another around her back and started to rock her hips into Tracy's, Tracy's own body keeping pace. She then reached up for yet another deep kiss, enjoying Tracy's taste and smell as their lips hugged each other.

Miss K rocked her hips into Tracy's body, squeezing her soft butt, grateful that she had such a beautiful girl in her arms. She pushed Tracy up on her knees and grabbed her breasts as they rolled their hips together, rolling her hard nipples through her fingers. "God damn, she's beautiful," she thought to herself as she raised up and sucked on a nipple. "How the hell does a computer geek from Brooklyn get this to give a fuck about me?"

As she slid her mouth up Tracy's body to suck on the nape of her neck, her hips got more insistent, feeling the sensation from her crotch through her body. She felt her senses melt into Tracy's body, feeling Tracy melt back into her as they kissed and made love. Slowly, she felt herself feel more and more ecstatic as the couple wrapped their arms around each other and became one. Their hips began to move faster and faster as the heat and sensations began to shoot out from every pore, moaning their joy into each other's mouth as they cruised each other in the darkness. Miss K felt Tracy's body suddenly shudder, then explode in her arms, her sugar walls trying to pull her deeper inside her as she came. Miss K then let go as much as she could, feeling her soul get pulled out from her dick as she felt herself release inside Tracy, barely feeling the juices running down the sides of her cock. She kept going and going, wanting to give her all to Tracy as much as she could, not wanting to cheap her one bit as she poured out her soul.

Slowly, she came to, with Tracy slumped down on top of her nuzzling at her neck. Suddenly, a wave of thoughts hit Miss K like a ton of bricks. "You're in a beautiful hotel room in Vegas with a beautiful girl and a beautiful body with all the money in the world. I'm a fraud."

"Honeywegottatalk."

"What, K? Everything OK?" Tracy said, planting a kiss on Miss K's neck before sitting up, the two still joined together.

"Please, I gotta talk. Just hear me out."

"OK. I'll listen, honey," Tracy said as she sat up on her knees, smiling down on Miss K and pulling a loose hair away from her friend's face.

"You know, coming up, I was always a geek. So what that the shit eventually made me a millionaire hundreds of times over. This geek shit didn't get me none. And I always had a knack for trying to pick up the finest women too, with the good hair and curvy bodies and the big tits. Damn, they were so fine…and pretty too. They always punked me out and shit, and man did they trick me out, doing all kind of stuff, playing pranks, cheating on me, the whole nine yards. It kept going and going and going. Shit, even in college, they kept teasing with their wiles and I fucking hated it. I hated it. I hated how those fucking bitches controlled me. All this fucking science and math and computer shit? It's worthless. The billion-dollar company I helped build with fucking technology is worthless. Why? Because like Bell Biv Devoe said in my high school days, never trust a big butt and a smile. The power in society is always social. The right girl with the right curves can get anything ever built. It's fucked up, but as long as society fears what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer, the theory of man is going to be about who can control what.

"And you know what? That power is sexual. All the fucking logic in the world disappears the second the blood flow increased in the crotch and the breath quickens. I started reading these stories on the net when I got rich. I didn't have shit to do. Anyway, I started reading these stories where the guys were turned into chicks, and the power of being that sexy was such a fucking turn on, knowing you had become the object of desire, especially to the chick who transformed you. But I thought they didn't go far enough. They were always forced to give it up and become some fucking boy toy to some closet case guy looking for dick in an environmentally friendly package. Fucking bullshit.

"Shit, I know I'm rambling, so lemme get to the point. I made myself what I am to get that power, the lust. I wanted women to look at me in pure envy with my clothes on, and with lust with my clothes off. Heck, I love it when they want me and my sexy ass even with my clothes on. I want them to need me, to lust for me, to fucking soak their panties, to drive them out of their minds and out of control on the site of me the same way they did to me over the years. I want them so desperate for me that they give up everything and scratch that itch between their legs that never gets relieved, have them passed out in an lust-induced coma all because of me. I want to be that lust object because it makes me a fucking goddess that everyone wants to worship. You like that? You like being my subject?"

"Wow, K. I never knew it was that deep with you," Tracy said, shocked at what Miss K said. "I didn't know that you had it so rough."

"Yeah. All this money doesn't buy me a new pass. Money can't buy me happiness," Miss K said with a sob in her voice. "Shit, I need to get me some happiness, give someone something to offer besides cash, That's the other reason I got this body. After all, what can an ordinary geek like me have to offer besides cash. Knicks season tickets Perl scripts? No. I had to give them someone as beautiful as they are…and I think you fucked that up."

"Don't worry. You're a nice guy, K. You got plenty to offend," Tracy said, lightly stroking Miss K's hair while squeezing her still-embedded dick with her pussy.

"Guy? What do you mean?" Miss K said as a tear dripped down her cheek.

"Look, I'm gonna be real. At first, I thought you were just some weird rich guy who was my ticket out of town. I wanted to see the world, you know, and that big dick was just a plus. I was just hoping to make it west and go Hollywood, and all that. Then I saw something. I saw the nice guy with the girl's body wasn't just using me. You were trying to make sure I was alright, make sure I was happy, feeding me, taking care of me. So of course, I had to help you out. Plus, all the time we talked on the road showed you to be a nice guy. Shit, if you were just using me for a nut, like you kept claiming, you would have done much worst by me. You're a nice guy, K. I care about you."

"But you called me a…"

"Relax. You look like a beautiful woman. Don't get me wrong. All the money you spent was worth it, and I'd kill to be that tall and curvy. But let's face it. Underneath all of that, you're a guy, a very nice one, but a guy. Clothes don't make the man a girl, and neither does the body. It's in all how you act, who you are. And you're the nicest guy I've ever met, fuck the money."

Tracy then bent down, held Miss K's head and kissed her tenderly, just letting her tongue poke into Miss K's mouth for just a second. "Now come with me," Tracy said as she sat up and began to extract Miss K's semi-hard dick from her coochie. "God DAMN, you a big man!," she grunted as she struggled to pull off from the dick. Finally, she got off of Miss K's dick and plopped down wetly on Miss K's thigh, their juices oozing out of Tracy. "I wanna look at the bright lights of Vegas. Come on! It'll be fun," she said as she walked to the balcony.

"Alright, I'm coming," Miss K said, struggling to get decent while Tracy pulled the straps of her dress back onto her shoulders, then stepped out to the balcony. After throwing on her suit jacket braless and tucking herself back into her thong, she walked out in a haze of E and sex to meet Tracy. When she got to the balcony, she saw Tracy's dress sparkle like a diamond in the outdoor light, while the Strip glowed in the hazy midnight blue sky. Miss K wrapped her arm around Tracy's back and enjoyed the view, as well as Tracy's arm around her waist.

Slowly, as Miss K watched the lights, she felt Tracy's soft body heat on her body, enjoying the feminine flesh on her. She furtively slid her hand down Tracy's dress and under the hem, desperate to show her appreciation through her fingers. She slid her fingers through those soft folds, tickling them softly, desperate to show how much she cared for Tracy.

"K…stop that, please," Tracy hazily said. "It's OK. You don't have to."

"I just wanna make you so happy," Miss K said as she dropped down to her knees and lifted up Tracy's dress, probing at her pussy and gently rubbing her clit.

"No, you don't…" Tracy said before looking over her shoulder at her friend, seeing the desperation and pleading and caring in her eyes. "What am I thinking?" Tracy thought to herself. "Someone wants to make me happy unconditionally, and I'm turning it down?"

"Go ahead, K," she said. "Just be gentle."

"I promise."

With that, Miss K tenderly kissed Tracy's lotus flower, tending to her cunny with her lips. She moved her lips to every single crevice she could snake out her tongue, planting a kiss everywhere she went. When she felt Tracy's juices begin to flow, she began to suck up the juices from her soft lips, trying to follow the moving target on her lips as Tracy began to move her hips. She kept trying to drink her juices, loving how tangy and sweet and sticky she was, realizing how sweet a girl she really was. She tentatively snaked out her tongue, trying to get more of her essence from the inside as she tried to suck the taste out of the outside. More and more, she tried to get more and more of Tracy on her tongue, sliding her tongue around to get every drop that she could find. Desperate to get more and more of her, she sucked hard on Tracy's labia, her hands holding on strongly to Tracy's hips to stabilize her. She sucked wildly on Tracy's lips, working her tongue along the insides to replace the very essence she was sucking out, trying to show her adoration to Tracy's center. As she kept up her desperate search, she felt Tracy stiffen up in her hands and flood her mouth with juices, her sugar walls pulling on her tongue as she kept trying to lap up her juices. She felt great sucking up her juices, feeling her nipples get hard and her thong get tight as she kept lapping up her juices. Miss K felt Tracy reach back and run her hands through her hair, then grab it as she pulled her head way from her pussy.

"That's enough K," Tracy said as Miss K got to her feet. "Nice as that felt, I'm a little sensitive down there now."

"I'm sorry," Miss K said as she wrapped her arms around Tracy and held her tight. After holding her tight and looking off into the distance, Tracy's soft ass pressing perfectly into her crotch, she bent down and started nibbling on the nape of Tracy's neck, feeling her dick slowly unfurl and threaten to pop out of her panties.

"This is so perfect," Miss K said as she kept looking into the distance. "I'm living the life of a person of leisure in the penthouse, the product of all this work…and mow I have someone to share it with."

"Aww, thanks K," Tracy said as she leaned back and kissed Miss K on the cheek. "That's sweet."

"I want us to be joined again, but I don't think I could fit back there without, you know, hurting you Trace, and I don't wanna do that," Miss K said as she squeezed Tracy tighter with her long arms.

"Don't worry. There has to be something we can use as lube around here. That would feel better, K."

"OK," Miss K said as she reluctantly let go of Tracy. "I'll be right back." Then, she suddenly remembered a side effect of the E she was taking. "Oh, by the way, you want some water?"

"You're right about that K! I forgot that we're rolling. Get me a glass of water while you're back there."

"OK."

Finally managing to tear her attention away from Tracy for a moment, she went to look for something she could use for lube first. She turned out the bathroom light, then searched the bathroom for something that could be suitably used, then almost knocked over a small bottle of shampoo. After opening it and taking a small sample of it in her hands, she smiled and stuffed it in her suit jacket pocket. She then walked over to the minibar in the living room, opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of bottles of water than were already there. Opening one for herself, she drank the water as quickly as she could, swallowing it all in 3 gulps. After placing both the spent and full water bottle on the table, she opened the remaining bottle, then pulled the shampoo out of her suit jacket pocket. She dropped a large blob of shampoo in the palm on her hand, she reached under her skirt to pull out her hard cock. She coated the chocolate shaft with the shampoo, making sure to put a little extra on the tip, then picked up the shampoo to put on a little bit on her fingertips. Picking up the full bottle of water, she kicked off her heels and quietly walked to the balcony, where Tracy was still staring at the lights, fascinated by the flash. She padded up to Tracy and reached around her with one hand to give her the water while the other hand slid underneath the skirt to lube her asshole.

"Here's the water you asked for," Miss K said as Tracy gasped, shocked at the two fingers pressing at her package.

"Thank you," Tracy said in shock, not prepared for the tip that gently pressed on her ass and barely wedged itself inside.

Miss K took Tracy's free hand, held it tight, then whispered in her ear, "just hold tight. I'll be gentle. I promise."

Tracy then held on tight to her friend's hand, sipping on the water bottle in her other hand while Miss K slowly eased in one inch into her ass, making her gasp and choke a bit on her water. After she got her composure back, she felt Miss K wrap an arm around her waist as she breathed in her ear and gently eased inch after inch inside of her, slowly filling her. Seconds drifted into minutes as she nursed her bottle of water empty and longed to feel Miss K's balls flush with her pussy, feeling her friend deep inside her. When she felt Miss K slide herself all the way inside of her, she gasped in pleasure, squeezing Miss K's hand hard and her water bottle so tight it crumpled. She looked over her shoulder, smiled and purred, "That feels so good."

Miss K let go of Tracy's hand and slid it under her skirt to massage Tracy's clit, holding her dick still as she nibbled on Tracy's ear. Vaguely hearing the plastic bottle drop to the floor, she pulled Tracy's head around to kiss her firmly, holding onto one of her breasts with her forearm. Breaking off the kiss, she slowly pumped an inch or two out of Tracy's butt to keep herself hard while she caressed her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other.

"Am I making you good right now?" Miss K said as she pulled Tracy's clit with her fingers and rolled it between them.

"Yeah," Tracy replied, her breathing becoming more ragged.

"Do you need me right now?"

"Yeah…I feel so good in your strong arms, you filling me up…thank you."

"You're so welcome," Miss K said as she kissed Tracy on the cheek, her hand cupping Tracy's juicy pussy.

She placed one of Tracy's hands behind her neck, then started slowly sliding her dick in and out of Tracy's ass, teasing her clit with her fingers. She frequently stopped and started in her pumps, trying to get Tracy desperate to push her dick up her ass as deeply as she could. Little by little, it appeared to work, as Tracy began to use her butt muscles to pull on the gently thrusting shaft, slowly it down as it pulled out. Miss K's hands continued to pet Tracy's wet kitty, soaking themselves in the wetness that dripped out of Tracy. Miss K then lifted her hand up to taste Tracy's juices, then offered her hand to Tracy.

"Wanna taste how sweet and delicious you are?"

"With pleasure," Tracy gasped as she took one finger in her mouth and sucked it like a dick, making Miss K's member pulse inside of her. She felt Miss K's cock get harder and veinier inside of her as she sucked on each finger, then felt her friend's whole body shake as she snaked her tongue over Miss K's palm to get the last of the fluids.

"Mmm…I am delicious, though not as thick and creamy as you," Tracy said as she kissed Miss K's hand. "Too bad I can't taste you when you shoot back there."

"Maybe if I fuck you hard enough and cum hard enough, you can taste me in your mouth," Miss K purred. "Would you like to feel that?"

Miss K got a response as she felt Tracy shudder as the thought, gasp and soak her hand, letting herself go into a mini-orgasm as the thought of tasting her. Tracy then bent over the railing of the balcony, holding onto it with her hands while she pushed her ass onto her friend's dick. "Do it, K! Fuck me hard and cum as hard as you can…please?"

Tracy felt Miss K's strong hands grab her shoulders, then trail their way down the sides of her body, past her breasts and right into that pillowy soft ass. She felt her cheeks being squeezed and separated as Miss K reared back and thrust into her. She hummed and purred as she felt Miss K's dick seemingly push into her throat, her hard nipples rubbing on the inside of her dress. She heard the steady tap on her ass as the huge member moved inside of her, Miss K's balls maddening slapping on her pussy just enough to tease. She felt the throbbing heat deep in her pussy and her belly as Miss K's tip hit spot she had never realized it touched before, feeling completely connected to Miss K's pipe. She clamped her asshole down on it, hoping to use it to milking her friend's huge cock of its stored cum.

When she felt Miss K press her hips flush with her ass and swirl around her insides with her hard dick, Tracy clamped down even harder with her rectal muscles, trying to twist the skin right off of Miss K's dick. She felt the shaft expand inside of her, the tip feels bigger and softer than before, making her anticipate Miss K's cum. The first shot of cum inside of her felt like it hit the back of her stomach, making her eyes jump open in surprise, then felt the rest of the load shoot out right by her kidneys, feeling some of it ooze down the sides of her rectum. She felt the warm fluid inside of her slosh around inside, she felt go glad to finally feel a part of Miss K left inside of her forever that her pussy began to moisten even more, the sensitive flesh almost driving her to cum simply from the breeze. A few flicks of her clit from Miss K's teasing sent her over the edge again, making her bit her lips and tighten her legs as her hips bucked up and down, riding the wave and the last few drops of cum from Miss K's dick.

"Mmm," Tracy purred as she came down from her cum. "It feels so good to have your dick inside of me."

Miss K gently eased herself out of Tracy's ass, then tapped her dick on her ass before bending down and giving Tracy a bear hug from behind. "Thank you so much," she said before giving Tracy a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, Miss K darted away, plopping down on the couch in a huff.

"What's wrong, K? Tracy said, running off after her.

"You didn't touch my tits or check out my ass. You must think I'm girl enough for you, Trace?"

"Yes I do."

"No you don't," Miss K said in an annoyed tone. "Prove it."

Tracy tugged on Miss K's arms to open them, then opened up her suit jacket to bare her breasts. As Tracy bent down to nurse on a nipple, Miss K wrapped her fingers out Tracy's springy blonde curls, cooing in pleasure as she felt Tracy trace out her areolas with her tongue. When Miss K pulled Tracy over to the other breast, Tracy began to nurse on it too, slowly sucking and lapping at Miss K's hard nipple. Tracy's free hand was attached to the other breast, squeezing it as she let the hard nipple trace out a pattern on her palm from her ministrations. She laid back and enjoyed the sensation of having her breast milked by Tracy's mouth, wishing they were filled with something other than silicone so she could flood her mouth with sweet milk. She moaned as she felt Tracy bat around one nipple with her tongue, then the other, tickling her areolas with the spit that flicked off. She lift up her hips when Tracy tries to slide her hands under them, letting her lift up her skirt and play with the cheeks of her ass, massaging them in her hands.

"Honey, I'm getting you a call girl," Miss K blurted out.

"Why, hon?" Tracy said as she rubbed Miss K's breasts. "Still think you're not enough woman for me? Well, I think so," Tracy continued, flicking Miss K's nipples with her thumb. Then, she reached down between Miss K's legs and grabbed her semi-hard dick, and said, " as well as more than enough man for me. Relax!"

"But I don't have a pussy for you."

"I could eat your ass."

"Hmmm…I dunno," Miss K said as she sat there thinking to herself. Then she got up on her knees on the couch and spread her legs a bit, allowing her asshole to peek out. "Do it then. Eat my ass like you would eat my pussy."

Miss K raised up a bit to see Tracy kneel behind her bottom, then felt her caress her balls. She then felt Tracy's tongue lick the inside of her ass cheeks, letting the drying moisture each her nerves. As she was doing this, she had her fingers flick and pinch at the tip of her dangling dick, treating the ridge on the top of her cock like a clit. Tracy began to lick around her asshole, taking care to avoid it, while she pinched off the ridge on the tip and rubbed it between her fingers. She then felt Tracy grab her butt, spread it and rim her asshole itself, making her dick twist as she felt the spit cooling right on her ass. Little by little, she felt Tracy's tongue concentrate on her ass, punctuated by a hard smack on her ass that make her flesh juggle. As Tracy continued her ministrations in her ass, she felt the tip of her friend's tongue just slip into her ass, eliciting a gasp from her. While she felt Tracy twist and pull her tip with her fingers, she felt Tracy's tongue slip into her ass deeper and more often.

Soon, she felt her ass get tongue fucked, tickling her prostate as her tip was being teased by Tracy's educated fingers. Some more fingers replaced the tongue on her ass, stimulating her prostate more as she felt her tongue lick up and down the crack of her ass, then back around her asshole. She felt a cum coming on, and she grabbed onto the couch, holding on her stability. When Tracy felt Miss K's tip swell in her fingers, she got down under her and sucked on the tip, jerking her dick in her hand until she felt her friend's body stiffen up. Miss K then let the cum ooze out of her, the watery spend collecting in Tracy's mouth, much to her delight. She felt Tracy rub the rest of her cum onto her lips, then felt her climb up on the couch next to her.

"Hey! I thought I should get all of you, so I thought I should share," Tracy said with a smile, Miss K's cum still on her tongue and in her cheeks.

"Sure," Miss K said before pulling Tracy into a deep tongue kiss, swapping spit and cum as both of them held onto each other's heads. As the two separated, they both swallowed the cum in their mouths and smiled at each other.

"That was different," Miss K said to herself. "I've tasted my own cum before, but not swallowed."

"Don't sweat it. It was just a spur of the moment thing," Tracy said right before putting a kiss on Miss K's cheek.

"Hey, it did come from me, right?" Miss K said with a giggle. She then got off of her knees and sat down on the couch, pulling Tracy next to her with a hug. "Anyway, that's enough. Let's just sit here and cuddle. Besides, you're so soft…"

"…And you're so strong, even for someone with hips and tits" Tracy said with a kiss on the cheek. "But let's just sit here. I just wanna hold you."

"You too."

Silence descended on the hotel room, the lights of Vegas flickering through the windows off in the distance as the two ladies held each other, content for the rest of the night with body heat and their own thoughts.

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