THE GOLDEN CHAIN

For a 24-year old college dropout, my story isn't that unusual. I was just another of the 32-million tourists who lose money in Las Vegas every year. That had been almost a year ago, several lifetimes in Vegas. Too broke to return home, I decided to use the only remaining talents I had left and went to work as a showgirl. I quickly learned that sex is the second most popular game in Vegas and just like gambling, in the sex trade, the edge is always with the house. I'd learned to play the game though and there is no doubt something entirely wanton in traveling about braless...especially when one is 116-lbs, thirty-six, voluptuous and firmly erect...and there is an absolute carnal sensation in wearing a short mini with no panties beneath. I'd been propositioned in more ways than I could remember, but I'd never paid much attention until Tommy Lane, one of the casino's executive partners, offered to pay me $45,000 to "…entertain a couple of clients" over a Palm Springs weekend.

It was the annual Diana Shore Golf Classic, one of the more prestigious women's professional golf events of the year and incidentally, one of the largest single gathering of lesbians in the nation. This is where things get a little bazaar, even for Vegas. It seems that I was to be paid $15,000 in advance, with an additional $30,000 to be paid at the end of the two day event. I was to be the entertainment for two female clients during their stay in Palm Springs. As desperate as I was for the money, I was reluctant to officially turn pro under these circumstances, but the more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became.

So, here I am, 3:00 p.m. as instructed, sitting by the pool in my best string bikini at this posh Palm Springs Hotel. The white stretch limo pulled up and out stepped a tall, leggy blonde wearing a sheer cocktail dress. She walks up, looks me up and down, hands me a gold link chain necklace and says, "I'm Jill, put this on and follow me." I could see that this was a girl on a mission, so I put on the gold chain necklace, to which she immediately attaches a four-foot gold chain leash. I follow her to the limo where I'm introduced to a remarkably attractive and deliciously nude (except for a pair of black thong panties) woman named Ashley. She's appeared to be in her late twenties and as I step inside the limo, Jill hands my leash to Ashley.

Ashley wasted no time, telling me to remove my bikini. Jill fixed Ashley a drink as she sat back and began taking off her clothes.

"Bend over in front of me," Ashley said.

When I hesitated she tugged gently on the leash. I quickly achieved the proper position and she opened a small case, dumping the contents onto my upraised ass. Ashley and Jill both snorted a couple of rails of what I assumed to be cocaine off of my ass. Fifteen minutes later the limo pulled into a private garage and Jill orders me to get out of the car. When I reached for the bikini, she said, "You won't need that." I followed at the end of the leash as Ashley led me into the private elevator and on up to a huge private suite.

Once in the room, Ashley instructed Jill to bring hot water and a razor. I was told to sit on the couch, spread my legs and "…be quiet." Ashley and Jill looked like a couple of surgeons as they took turns carefully shaving my delicate pussy. Ashley's face lit up with delight when she discovered my small gold labia ring hidden within the folds of my feminine recesses. Just as I was getting into the erotic moment, they completed their task and adjourned to a poker table that had been set up in the room. I had to stand next to Ashley as they played cards for chips. After about six hands, Jill frowned and Ashley told me to "Kneel." It was at that moment I realized that I had been the prize in their card game.

Jill was transfixed as Ashley, still in the thong, made me kneel in front of her for a long time - then without saying anything; Ashley slowly stood up, removed her thong… and sat back down. Ashley then slowly pulled my leash until my face was pressed against her womanhood. She was warm and insatiable…I had to work on her for over an hour as Ashley had one orgasm after another…finally as Ashley held my lips tightly against her clit, she handed my leash to Jill. In an almost guttural whisper, Ashley ordered Jill to, "Fuck her from behind." I didn't know what to expect as I felt Jill moving behind me. She placed her hands on my upraised ass and pushed my legs further apart.

"I own you bitch…" Ashley whispered, "…now you just keep on sucking and licking until I tell you to stop…I've got a little surprise for you back here."

I couldn't avoid the fear when I felt the tip of the massive gelatin filled strap on. I was intrigued with its massive thickness, tremendous circumference…It was huge. Surely they weren't going to use this monster on me. I didn't think it would fit as she slowly guided it toward my already moist vagina. It took awhile, but Jill finally got it all inside me…My pussy and belly were both filled with this pleasing, but massive object. I fleetingly thought, now I know what it feels like to have a railroad tie inside me.

"Hurt?" said Jill.

"I-I-I…no…I don't think so," I said, just before Ashley pulled my lips deeper into her soft, but increasingly wet pussy. "Don't worry about hurting her - just fuck her hard, understand?" Ashley growled.

Jill began to move …stroking with in and out motions that pressed the unbelievable thing into me, withdrew it in a soft velvety manner, only to plunge deep within me again…I thought…all pricks ought to be like this…long and thick…and never ending. Just then Jill withdrew and in one swift motion, inserted and even larger gelatin filled strap-on.

"N-No!" I whimpered." No…Please don't hurt me…?"

"Shut up! Spread that ass and let her fuck you…and you better fuck back good! You hear me bitch! You better fuck back good!" Ashley ordered. "Y-Yes I will! I promise…but please don't let her hurt me!" "Now," Ashley ordered, "Start fucking, bitch! Work your ass! I want to see you move back to meet her."

A twinge of light pain shot through me as her huge prick burrowed deeper against my sensitive womb. Jill dug her fingers into the soft white curves of my hips and held me tight as I tried to work my ass back onto the huge prick. Jill began to thrust. I couldn't do anything, but squirm helplessly as she jack-hammered into me, feeling her hot body tight up against my flattened ass.

I felt like some medieval slave bent in servility before her master in an attempt to fulfill her lust-filled pleasure. The shame and degradation nearly overwhelmed me as I contemplated the obscene and debasing stance I had been required to assume. My moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as her massive tool sunk to never before reached depths in my quivering belly. Jill pressed my ass-cheeks even wider apart and began a slow, tormenting routing with the huge tool deep inside me.

"Oh God! I'm going to split apart!" I thought.

Ashley was deep within the throes of ecstasy now, a flow of continuous orgasmic juices that filled my mouth and ran down her outstretched legs.

I was caught between them - in a state of perpetual bliss…It was no use pretending. I didn't even try to escape my cruel impalement…I was whereI wanted to be…

Each thrust and plunge took my breath away and telegraphed sharp, needle-like pains from the depths of my delicate, tight contracting vagina to my brain. Mercilessly, Jill continued to draw back and ram, again and again - until deep from within it felt as if tiny explosions of gunpowder were going off inside me - searing the soft sensitive flesh. My pussy felt like greased velvet…and then I felt it…my own white-hot juices began to stream out around the massive tool and down the insides of my legs… "Auuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" I grunted through partially clenched teeth.

I found myself grinding my ass back even harder towards her great ramming tool. I begged her not to stop…Like a bitch in heat I wanted more…but it was too late. I sucked harder at Ashley's clit until her juices filled my mouth and covered my face…and still she held my head in place…

"All right," said Ashley, "the shows over for now, I may want to see you later." She untangled her hands from my hair and stood up. Jill removed her strap on and stood up still staring at me. I was still on my knees, sitting in silence as a little pool of fluid seeped out forming a shameful little pool on the floor beneath me.

That was only the first evening of a three-day weekend. The next day they attached the leash to my labia ring and led me around Palm Springs in a wrap-around - sheer Afghan. It was like they were trolling for lesbians and I was the bait. I was not allowed to wear any underwear as they took turns holding my leash. On several occasions I was instructed to show my labia ring to surprised, but mostly amused strangers we met along the way.

I spent the rest of the weekend either nude or on the end of that magic leash…Ahhha…Sweet ecstasy. I'm already looking forward to next years Diana Shore Golf Classic.

The End

Story by Jill