Slut Puppy's Las Vegas Fantasy

Puppy’s Las Vegas Fantasy

– yet another part of the ongoing training of a real life member of BDSM Library

Part 4

This fantasy began with several short chat exchanges two weeks ago, we’re co writing it as we go:

Jay Mac: Just sent you an email, with Part 3... he, he, heee...  Now to change the names, conceal the guilty and protect the innocent. Here are six names of Irish women chosen at random hopefully none of which are the real names of your sister or friends: Jenny, Grace, Sarah, Bernie (Bernadette), Mary Alice, and Maude. I'm thinking Jenny for your sister...  Let me know if I'm too close for comfort... laughs!

Slut Puppy: i’ve never known anyone named Maude, and i’m acquainted with women with all those names.  You did manage to push a button with Sarah, she’s my best friend.

Jay Mac: Should I change Sarah into some other name?

Slut Puppy: Don’t bother, she’d never dream of reading anything in the Library, far too much of a prude... laughs, if she ever knew she’d be too shocked to ever say anything.

Jay Mac: I’ll make Sarah one of the Chicago girls, that way you’ll both have plausible deniability... laughs!

Pointing to each of the young women at the table he closed one eye and tried to remember their names, “Jenny, Grace, Sarah, Bernadette, Mary Alice, and you’re meeting Maude in Los Angeles.”

“Bernie… nibble on my neck and call me Bernie,” said the plump buzz cut raven-haired Punk gurl from Chicago.  Without thinking, Jay replied, “Okay… Bernie… but the last time a girl asked me to bite her neck she wanted her butt spanked.  All the ladies laughed, raised their wine glasses in a toast to his efforts at recall, and applauded while Erin giggled and blushed.  Jenny, Erin’s classic red-haired Irish sister, playfully ticked her ribs and said, “So that’s what you two were up to last night and, knowing you, this morning as well.”

Erin blushed even more, squealed and squirmed and slapped at her sister’s hands, “Stop that and get your dirty mind out of the gutter!”

Mary Alice and Grace, nearly identical petite Elfin first cousins, who often spoke the same thought with uncanny synchronicity, gave both sisters a hard time, “Now there’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

Sarah, who was the eldest and most reserved of this group of crazed women, looked over her reading glasses and shushed them all, “Stop being so crude, you’re all behaving like brats!”

And as if on cue, all five girls blew Sarah a long raspberry and collapsed into giggling chaos.  Sarah sighed and apologized to Jay, “… each on their own they’re all rude, but when they get together they’re incorrigible.  I teach middle school English and I guarantee that this lot would all end up in detention.  They all deserve a good spanking.”

Jay could easily picture these rude girls reporting to Sarah’s classroom for detention.  Bernie stood; turned, and flipped her short plaid pleated mini skirt up to flash the white cotton panties that barely covered her broad bottom and said, “If you invite Mr. Mac I’ll be happy to go over his knee.”

Why not he thought, but he caught himself before he spoke.  “Well, as inviting as that might be, let’s order lunch before you naughty girls get us tossed out of here,” then as a joke, he added, “Ms. Sarah and I can attend to discipline later.”

It was his offhand throwaway timing that produced their brief moment of silence: Jenny knew about Erin, who knew about Bernie and Sarah, and Mary Alice and Grace knew about one another but none of them had ever pieced all of it together.  A raucous outburst of giggles and blushes traveled around the table and suddenly everyone knew.  They’d spend hours gleaning the details, but at that point this circle of long time friends discovered the demented little brat twist that tied them together.

The feast that followed was a delight: Mimosas, Boti, Chicken and Prawns Tandoori, Masalas, Paneers, Korma, Alu Saag and mountains of rice and Naan with beers and wines.  Jay adopted the role of host, answering their questions but deliberately skirting any reference to naughtiness, deflecting the comment to Erin or Sarah who did their best to keep the brats under control.  He picked up the tab, paid in cash with five crisp fifty-dollar bills, and told their waitress to keep the change which brought a brilliant smile to her pretty face and a complimentary dessert tray of fresh fruit, mango, Kheer and Kulfi.  When they finally gathered the strength to get up from their chairs and step out into the bright afternoon, everyone was fat and happy.

Bernie wanted to see all of the older casinos in Downtown and since Jay had never been in any of the hotels on Fremont Street he joined the tour.  They began with The Golden Nugget and made their way east to the Fremont and Four Queens all the way to the Flamingo, where Jay and Erin won eight hundred dollars in less than two minutes at the roulette table.  “Mad money,” he laughed, “Now you’ve got plenty to go shopping.”

“Shopping, did I hear someone say shopping,” asked Bernie.  Jay turned and found the grinning plump Punk gurl at his elbow.  Next to her stood Ms. Sarah with a weary Oh Gawd expression on her face.  Erin blushed and Bernie giggled and teased, “O-kay looks like Jenny was getting close to home.  I thought soooo…”

Sarah reached out and pinched her pieced earlobe, “Leave Jay and Erin alone brat!  It’s none of our business.”

“Ow, ow, ooowww,” she yowled, “Let go, damnit!  I was just gonna tell her where to find the shops!”

Erin laughed, turned to Jay, and said, “It’s all right with me if it’s okay with you.”

Jay smiled looked over the rims of his glasses, “That depends on how you ask the question, Puppy.”

Erin blushed bright pink, gathered her courage, and asked, “Please Sir, may Bernie and Sarah join us when we go to the shops?”

“Of course,” he replied, “That way we’ll have two brats at play.”

Sarah released her grip and gave Bernie a quick slap to her bottom.  “More than that,” she said, “I doubt we’ll manage to be able to go shopping without the entire crew.”

“That’s easy,” snorted Bernie, “We’ll all go over to the Fetish Boutique for shits and giggles, and buy some silly paddle or lube, their prices are crazy high anyway, then beg off for nap time and go back to the hotel.  After that we can sneak out and drive down to the real shops on West Sahara!”

Jay was intrigued and asked, “Google or real time?”

Sarah laughed and said, “Real time, two or three times a year, this silly brat drags me down here to SinCity’s TGIF at PT’s Pub and then we end up the Green Door…”

Bernie interrupted, “… and you love it!  We’ll do Lady C’s Leather, Bad Attitude, Bare Essentials and finish at the store at the Green Door!”

The cab ride to the Fetish Boutique was all giggly girl talk and Bernie’s warning proved to be true, almost everything in the shop was very expensive, but as Jay observed very high end.  In a bit less than an hour the girls were giggled out and each left with some small purchase.  According to plan Bernie went all bitchy pouts and Sarah suggested nap time for her brat so they’d be rested for the night… everyone had tickets for Cirque du Solei – Zumanity at 10:30 pm so no one took notice.  Between their residual jet lag and the feast of Indian food, all the girls were a bit sleepy.

No sooner than they returned to her room than the phone rang… Bernie was all excited about taking them to the Green Door Store and fifteen minutes later they all piled into Jay’s beat up old Pathfinder and were on their way.  Lady C’s had a great inventory display of leather goods and toys with prices a bit lower than the Fetish Boutique and both brats took great delight in trying out floggers, paddles and crops.  The Rack had the best prices and the girls bought a selection of canes and paddles.  Bare Essentials was a costume shop with better prices than Lady C’s, but not nearly as much leather.  Bad Attitude was strictly bustiers, but the Green Door Store had simple selection of toys at reasonable prices.  Between them Bernie and Erin spent a bit more than two hundred and fifty dollars and purchased seven toys including a ringed wand and a split tail paddle with a wicked sting.  Jay watched Erin blush as she approach the counter to pay for her toys which included an bulbous enema syringe and cursed the fact that he hadn’t brought his video camera.

On the way back to the hotel Sarah rode up front and the brats took advantage of the tinted windows to experiment with their new toys.  “What’s this,” Bernie asked with a twinge more than mock surprise.  Sarah looked over her shoulder and saw Erin’s skirt up over her bum and the base of her blue plug peeking out from her thong.  Great silliness and giggling as well as threats of revenge rattled up from the back seat, which prompted scolds and admonitions from Sarah, culminating in the classic vacation ultimatum, “Behave!  Don’t make us stop this car and you don’t want that, do you?”

Both brats erupted in laughter and Bernie protested that she nearly wet her panties!  Sarah sniffed and said, “That’s more likely brat cum than pee,” which produced more giggles and a comment from Jay, “If she’s anything like my brat, it may be a bit of both.”

Erin blushed beet red and suffered non-stop teasing until they pulled into the parking garage where Sarah smacked their butts on the way to the elevator.  Giggles and more teasing followed and as the dirty gurls hurried down the hallway to Erin’s room, Bernie chased her with a cane.  Sarah and Jay followed at a distance and chuckled about the consternation and joys of bratty behavior.  Inside the room Bernie wrestled Erin onto the king size bed and tickled her into hysterical pleas for mercy, “Stop it, stop it, stop it!  You’re gonna make me piss myself!”

With a twist and a kick Erin managed to dump Bernie off onto the floor where she landed with a thump, but the Punk Brat was quickly up and after Slut Puppy only to be thwarted by Ms. Sarah’s iron grip on her left ear.  “Ow, ow, oweee,” she howled.  Erin laughed and blew a great raspberry at Bernie, which got her a sharp smack on her ass from Jay.  Before she had a chance to protest Sarah snatched up her right ear and with a quick twist she had both brats under instant control.  “Now what do you have to say for yourselves,” she asked.  Both the dirty gurls whined and protested blaming each other which Ms. Sarah brought to a halt with wicked twists that had them begging for mercy.  “Enough,” she said, “You’re both incorrigible without any manners or restraint.  Skirts up, panties off and hands on the bed!”

As they pouted and complied, Jay picked up his camera and asked Sarah if she had any objections to indulging his video fetish.  “Of course not, just keep my face out of frame,” she replied, “I love to watch my nasty gurls get what they deserve and this fat little slut gets off on her porn star fantasies.  You should see what she has on her laptop… nasty, nasty, nasty stuff.”

“Really,” he said, “Well after we get back tonight, we’ll have to do a little show and tell.”

“Sirrrr,” Erin protested as she blushed bright red.  Bernie laughed and bumped her broad bottom against Erin’s ass, “I knew it!  I knew you end up doing porn!”

Ms. Sarah shushed them and smacked both girls on their bouncy butts, which produced giggles and wiggles.  “Assume the position and we’ll do a warm up with a taste from each of your new toys,” she ordered.  Both brats smiled and in perfect synchronicity, purred, “Yess Mam!”

Jay laughed and panned over the growth of handprints on the brat’s pale bottoms.  Sarah went after her gurls with an economy of motion and a practiced hand that quickly had them squealing and moaning as their ass cheeks glowed bright pink.  When she was satisfied with the color, she picked up a small round wooden paddle that landed with a loud crack and added a delicious red hot spot to Bernie’s big butt.  The resulting shriek and boo hoo required attention so Sarah had the girls shift position with Erin bent at the waist hands on her knees and Bernie on hands and knees with her face pressed between Erin’s bum cheeks.  With the base of the blue plug in her teeth, Bernie’s squeals and shrieks were muffled while Sarah laid another dozen sharp swats on her bouncy bottom.  At Sarah’s order they quickly shifted positions and Erin pushed her tongue into Bernie’s asshole while she endured her baker’s dozen.

Bernie reached into Erin’s shopping bag from the Green Room and pulled out the white box that contained the Colt Gear anal douche syringe.  Looking into Jay’s camera she smiled and said, “I wonder what this is for.”

That earned her another sharp crack on her butt and an admonition from Ms. Sarah, “It’s what you’ll be wearing up your fat ass while we finish our trial demonstration.”

In short order she had the girls in the bathroom with Bernie in the classic prison position tits down, ass high on elbows and knees with her panties in her mouth while Erin pumped cold water through the red beaded probe in her butt.  Before she whipped their bottoms with each of their new toys, Sarah made sure that another syringe of cold water went up their pretty pink assholes.  After twenty minutes both brats were moaning and begging for release.  Sarah ran her nails over their stripey red bum cheeks and down between their swollen labia.  “These sluts are both dripping wet,” she said, “Let’s see if they’ve learned anything about self control.”

Pulling their wet underwear out of their mouths, she pushed Bernie’s white cotton panties into Erin’s asshole with the new ringed wand and filled Bernie’s butt with Erin’s thong and blue plug.  Moving them into a sweet sixty-nine she used a short, knotted flogger on their pussies until they begged for permission to cum.  Wrapping her fingers in Erin’s hair, she pushed her face down between Bernie’s plump thighs and laughed as the Punk Brat squirted girly cum over her face.  Slut Puppy had her revenge when she sat on Bernie’s face and came and pissed at the same time. 

Ms. Sarah was utterly amazed with Erin’s super wet orgasm.  Although she was well aware of her submissive adventures in real life and online, she never expected this level of wanton depravity.  She had a hard time maintaining her mock disapproval, as she scolded her and pushed her away ordering her to lick up her mess.  Not to be left out, Bernie squirmed around on her fat bottom, pushed her plump labia at Erin’s face, and let go a long arching stream of yellow piss.  Sarah brought the knotted flogger down hard on her pussy, grabbed her hair, and put both dirty gurls to work on the cold wet tile.

Straddling their heads, Sarah hiked her skirt over her hips revealing a lovely black lace garter belt and matching black silk thong.  Pulling the silk aside she closed her eyes and smiled as she pissed over their hair and both brats turned their faces up to receive her golden shower.  The entire spectacle ended with both of them sitting back to back on the toilet straining to push their anal toys and nasty panties out and giggling and squirming as they squirted enema juice and other filthy stuff into the white porcelain bowl.  At Jay’s direction Slut Puppy fished their underwear out of the toilet and dropped them into a clear plastic freezer bag, which she presented to Ms. Sarah who held it at arm’s length between her thumb and forefinger.  “And what am I supposed to do with this,” she sniffed.  “Put them into the fridge,” Jay replied, “We have an on-line tradition of nasty gags.”

“Ewww,” snorted Bernie.  “Shush brat,” Sarah scolded, “You’ve had much worse in your mouth.”

Erin giggled and pinched Bernie’s nipple through her wet T-shirt.  Jay and Sarah left them to clean up the floor and shower while they down loaded the video to his laptop.  They were laughing when the squeaky clean brats scampered out of the bathroom to get into fresh clothes.  Looking over her glasses Sarah pointed her finger at Erin and said, “You’ve become a very dirty gurl.”

Erin blushed, and with mock innocence she lifted one knee, covered her pussy and tits with her hands and asked, “Who meee?”

Everyone laughed.  “A very dirty gurl indeed,” said Jay.  Erin protested, “That’s not fair, Sir, it's your naughty influence!!  i was soooo innocent until i met you!”

More laughter followed and Sarah gasped, “… and… and how about Slut Puppy’s Wicked Killer Bunny Extreme Fetish Sexual Healing Centre?”

Erin blushed and pouted, “Oh that! Well that just proves His evil influence!!”

“Really,” said Sarah as she brought up an edited scene on Jay laptop, “Well what about this little Miss Piglet?”

Erin went into major blush mode as she watched the blindfold slip over her pretty green eyes, and heard his voice whisper, “This is definitely going up on the website!”

When he rubbed the fat strawberry over her labia, her arousal and pushed it into her ass she squealed and hissed, “Yesss, Ssssirrr.”

With a slow twist and a gentle push he tickled her tight asshole and chuckled, “Yes Sir, what?”

“Yessss Sir,” she repeated, “This Dirty Gurl Piglet would love to see her nasty movies up on the Wicked Killer Bunny website.”

Erin made a futile attempt to get to the laptop only to be wrestled to the bed by Bernie and Sarah, where they forced her to watch him push six more fat berries and his cock up her ass while he spanked her pretty butt to a bright pink.  Her squealing orgasm, and the floods of cum and piss that sprayed over the tile floor were inter-cut with close ups of her face, until Jay released her cuffed wrists from her ankles, positioned her on hands and knees, and placed the clear acrylic bowl beneath her dripping cunt.

With his left hand under her chin, she rocked back on her heels, opened her mouth and sucked his cock, then he leaned over her head and shoulders and focused the camera on her hips, “Come on Little Piglet,” he said, “Spank that wet pussy and cum again.  Let’s see that slushy berry ass slop.”

She gagged, spanked her clit and labia, and in less than a minute a short squirt of pink slush splashed into the bowl.  Jay shifted position, pulling his cock away from her lips, “Beg for it Dirty Gurl.”

Gasping for breath she shuddered and complied, “Please sir, please may this Dirty Gurl Pig have your permission to cum and dump her nasty berry ass slop into her piss bowl.”

“Go for it Gurl!  Get down and dirty and raised her hips.  “Up Dirty Gurl,” he said, “Time for slushy berry slops.”

Erin squirmed on the bed while Bernie and Sarah teased her cunt and asked about how the champagne bottle felt up her nasty asshole while she sucked Jay’s cock, begged him to whip her ass and piss on her.

Jay quickly turned her bouncing bottom from a sweet tint of hot pink to the blazing swollen red of an over ripe tomato.  Gasping for air she begged, “Twenty, please Sir may i cum?”

“Five more,” he replied, “Each harder than the last, count, and beg.”

The sharp crack of his belt echoed through the bathroom and she squealed, “One Sir, please i’m soooo wet.  Please may i cum?”

“Four more and you know you can do better than that… talk dirty to me nasty gurl,” he demanded.  She rocked her hips onto the bottle, and presented, “Four Sir, please, please, please whip this lil Piggy!  Piss on my face and make me cumm!”

The next two strokes came quickly, forehand and back: crack, crack and she hissed, “Ssssooo wet Ssssir, pleassse, please piss on me and whip my ass so i can cummm!”

With her thighs trembling and her mouth wide open she spanked her clit and Jay waited until she was at the edge before he landed the final stroke.  To her credit she didn’t cum but rose to her knees and begged, “Please Sir may I cumm?”

When the first spray of his pee splashed over her face he granted her permission, and for the next thirty seconds he filled her open mouth to overflowing and pissed over her face and hair as she shuddered and sobbed in the thrall of her orgasm.  Lifting the blindfold from her eyes he smiled and asked, “And how is my pretty little Piglet… all sticky wet and nasty happy?”

Looking up at his camera, she wiped tears from her eyes, grinned, and giggled, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir, you made me cum so hard I cried.”

Bernie had four fingers in Erin’s wet cunt and rubbed her erect clit with her thumb asking, “If I whip your ass and piss in your face will Little Miss Piggy boo hoo for me?”

Erin twisted her hips and grabbed at Bernie’s big tits, “No way bitch!  It’ll be you that’s doin’ the cryin’!”

Ms. Sarah quickly ended their scuffle with a half dozen smacks to their butts and a stern scolding.  Erin whined that she needed to cum but Sarah was having none of that, “Go get dressed for dinner.  You brats can beg for your orgasms after we get back from the show!”

Giggles, raspberries, consternation, and threats followed and Sarah was shaking her head when she returned to sit next to Jay.  “Brats,” she snorted.  “What do you have in mind,” he asked.  “I’m not sure, but whatever we come up with I can guarantee that Bernie will figure out someway to steal the scene.  She’s famous for that.”

Jay laughed, “Are you guys up to do this scene for the Wicked Killer Bunny?”

“That’s for real,” she asked.  “Unless Slut Puppy changes her mind,” he replied, “It’s her limit and she seems okay with blindfolds and masks.”

Sarah chuckled, “We can work with that.  We’ve got some great stuff back in the room, but Bernie won’t need anything, she’s a complete exhibitionist.”

“Excellent,” said Jay, “Now let’s get these brats in gear.”

Sarah picked out two anal toys and strolled over to find Erin pulling on a pair of mid-calf black kid leather boots, while Bernie tied off the bottom of a white silk blouse to show off the barely contained cleavage of her big boobs.  Erin was all elegant evening wearing tight black silk and Bernie stuck with her punk school gurl statement, with white mid thigh stockings, a plaid pleated mini skirt that barely covered her big bottom, a midnight blue bustier and brown leather loafers with clunky heels.  She added a black purple streaked wig trimmed in a very tight pageboy cut.  “Up brat,” she ordered, “Both of you bend over and show me those nasty holes.”

They lifted their skirts and presented their still pink bottoms for her inspection.  Both wore silk g-strings from Erin’s vast collection of naughty knickers.  “Nasty gurls,” muttered Sarah, “Well you’ll just have to keep your thighs together tonight.”

She chose a set of black beads for Bernie and, after a bit of giggling and a long exaggerated brat moan, pushed the last big bead up her butt.  Erin reached back to spread her ass crack to receive a twisted asymmetric urethane plug fashioned after a ginger root.  With a quick pat on her bum, Sarah slipped a ribbed condom over a tiny compact cell phone, pushed it deep into her wet pussy and with a tug and a twist pulled her panties up between her pink bottom cheeks.  “Oooo me too,” begged Bernie who held her much larger phone out to Sarah.  Two condoms and less than two minutes later, Sarah used her Blackberry to buzz the brats which had them grabbing their crotches and sent them into hysterical giggles.

“It’s seven fifteen and we won’t get back here until after one in the morning, so you two are just going to have to hold your water for the next six hours,” she said, “I’m going to get dressed.  Call the girls and try to keep your hands off each other until we meet down in the lobby.”

Looking at each other, the brats replied in unison, “Yes Ms. Sarah,” and then began to giggle, tickle and pinch nipples and boobs.  “Brats,” she muttered as she opened the door and pressed the speed dial on her Blackberry to buzz Bernie’s phone.  Closing the door behind her she paused to listen for the OMG effect and a soon as she heard Bernie’s first squeal she smiled, pressed the speed dial for the cell phone in Erin’s cunt and walked down the hallway to her room.

Dinner with the girls was excellent and Jay thoroughly enjoyed a variety of oysters and scallops while they teased him about the aphrodisiac effect of his selections from the menu.  He countered their patter by secretly ordering a very dark bittersweet chocolate mousse with shots of absinthe as dessert for everyone.  Sarah secretly teased both girlss by checking her Blackberry at random intervals during their meal.  The waitress expertly presented the Absinthe Alandia Epoque in the classic green fairy tradition with the liqueur in glass, the spoons, sugar cubes, and brouilleurs on top and she poured the drip with bottled spring water.  Dessert cost more than the dinner and wine but Jay had picked up a bit more money at the tables so in a sense they were drinking on the house.

From the moment that Edie, Mistress of Sensuality, set foot on stage, Zumanity was a delight.  From Dick and Izzy, through the lovely lesbians in the Water Bowl and Willie Bronco the Rose Boy, to the Dance on TV and Louise and her Straps, to the Cast Orgy and Extravaganza, everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves.  Sarah and Jay took turns buzzing the brats with her Blackberry.  On the ride back to the hotel, Jenny, Grace, and Mary Alice pouted about how it wasn’t fair that they had no one to play with while Erin, Sarah, and Bernie were all paired up.  Bernie giggled, Erin blushed and giggled, and Jay laughed out loud, but kept quiet about his first thought.

Bernie slipped her hand between her thighs and suggested, “Well Jenny, we’ve got all kinds of toys and if…”

Sarah simply grabbed her ear and twisted which produced whimpers and whines, and much loads of laughter and teasing chatter.  Bernie pouted, “Damnit I hate when you do that!”

“Then behave yourself and keep your hands out of your panties,” Sarah scolded.  “But we’re in Vegas and what happens in… ow, ow, ow!!”

Jenny poked Erin and teased, “And I suppose you and Jay are going to disappear for the night as well.”

Erin blushed and giggled, “Stop it slut!  If I gave you half a chance, you’d steal him away!”

“True,” Jenny said as she turned to Jay with a hungry grin, “I’m naughty that way.  I do love to steal men.  I just can’t help myself!”

Jay imagined Jenny over his knee, chuckled, and kept that thought to himself, “Too many women, and not enough time.”

At the hotel, they parted ways and the girls went off into the night in search of men.  Bernie and Erin impatiently scampered to the elevator while Sarah and Jay shook their heads and followed the laughing brats through the lobby.  On their way up to the room, Sarah buzzed both cell phones repeatedly and reduced the silly sluts to giggling moans.  She herded them down the hall to her room and Jay stopped by Erin’s room to collect cameras and toys.  During the show he and Ms. Sarah had decided to put a twist into tonight’s play and he wanted to record every minute of their debauchery.

And in Part 5 - after a night out, Ms. Sarah, Bernie, Puppy, and Jay play some very nasty games – what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...