A Note: My Owner has been having medical issues related to His stroke earlier this year. So, His use of me for sexual pleasures has dwindled. It’s nice to know that He is a generous Master, and instead of letting me suffer, He has allowed others he knows and trusts to use me more than He has before.

I was Jack’s Toy

Several weeks ago, Mater told me that he was having a friend stay with us for the Labor Day weekend and that I would be his to use as He wanted.

He didn’t tell me that this “friend” was actually a Vegas casino legend, but I’ll call him Jack. He was well known in the Vegas power circles in the 80s and 90s, then suddenly vanished.

If you were in Las Vegas casino management or in the tight-knit power circle of the time, Jack’s name came up almost as often as Steve Wynn’s would. (Mr Wynn built the Mirage & the Bellagio). Nowadays, anyone from that era in casino management has a “Jack” story.

On Friday, we went to the private airport to pick him up. We watched this private jet land, and just one person, other than the crew, got off. He was an older man, I’m guessing in his 70s. He looked like he stepped off a Jamaican rum commercial: grey beard, sunglasses, Bermuda hat, and tailored suitcoat over a Hawaiian shirt and cotton slacks.

Master met Him, they shook hands, said their helloes, and then Jack took my hand and smiled at me. “So, this my toy for the weekend?” My Master introduced me as His slave, and yes, I was his new toy for the weekend. Looking at him as he was looking into my eyes, I was getting wet. He had such a firm handhold and that confident smile. I was loving the ideas I had about Him.

His only restriction was that I was supposed to be back home and ready for bed by 10 p.m. There were no overnight stays or long nights out.

At the house, they entered first and headed for the living room. I got naked and grabbed two beers for my men. Taking His beer, Jack had me stand in front of Him. “I have always had a thing for women of size. But in our businesses, I couldn’t be seen with one; they always had to be those brain-dead, pencil-thin, topless dancers from the casino shows. I always had to have one of them on my arm when I was in public. Turn for me, toy.”

He called me Toy all weekend. I did as He commanded. He stopped me when my back was facing him. “Bend over.” With my hands on my knees, I felt a couple of fingers entering my pussy and moving around. “ You weren’t joking. She does have a sloppy pussy. But for an old man like me, I may enjoy that more than a tight ass. We will see. Stand.” I stood.

As I stood there, they ignored me and started to walk away. I was left there to stand for an hour as they talked, and Master gave him a tour of the house and garage. Returning, Jack looked at me.”She is very obedient. I like that.” Looking at my Master, “I will have her back to your bedroom in an hour. Thank you, and good night. Toy, show me to my room.” I saw my Master smile as he went upstairs, and I took Jack to the guest bedroom.

In the bedroom, he had me stand alongside the bed as he undressed and handed me each article of clothing, telling me how to handle it. When He was naked, he sat on the bed, pointed for me to kneel between his legs, and watched a beautiful cock grow. A thick, tall, and well-groomed cock. Making my lips wet..

He explained that he wasn’t into talking much; I was to obey and stay silent as much as possible. Then he went into how he wanted me to wake him up and what he likes for breakfast.

He ordered me to unpack his suitcase; as I did, He laid back on the bed and started to masturbate that beautiful cock as he watched me. I was starting to fear maybe he was going to cum without allowing me to suck it.

Finally, I was told to get on the bed and do what I do best, suck his cock. I slowly worked that cock into my mouth; he kept running his fingers through my hair and leaning down to grab my boobs to play with. He told me I was doing good and to get it all in my mouth. He likes it that way.

In a few minutes time, holding my head down, He started to stretch and moan. Then I felt him cum. Filling my mouth with my warm reward. I moaned, hoping he heard my happiness. I thanked Him, and He dismissed me as if I were his secretary or a woman like that.

On Saturday, I gave him a tour of modern Vegas. He was shocked. I liked that as we drove around, he told me stories of what was here or there or about some famous person who did something there. Las Vegas history by a man who lived it!

He liked that as I drove, my boobs were out so that He could play with them. We stopped at an In and Out for lunch. We sat in the car; He ate His cheeseburger while I sucked His cock.

Saturday night, Jack didn’t use me, and neither did my Owner.

Sunday was a day driving around to visit people he knew. I was not allowed to say anything or ask any questions. These were old friends he trusted to keep secrets like his.

All I can say was that I got to give a blowjob to three men who I believe were very important people back in the day. I blew Vegas history.

On a side note, they let me wander the hallways of their homes and look at the photos on their walls. THAT was Vegas history! I loved it!

Later that night, Jack tried to fuck my pussy; he was anxious to get into it. But even with the blue pill, he was unable to. He’s seventy years old. He tried to apologize. Two sexual episodes in three days? It hasn’t happened since he was in his 50s. So He said.

That did not stop Him from trying! I was on the bed, on all fours, head down, ass up. I started to feel fingers push into my pussy, like all of them on the one hand; the other hand moved around and squished my boobs.

I started to feel the hand in my pussy start to fold into a fist as He started to work it in and out. I was being fisted! Something I had not done to me in a long time. And He was good!

I started to move in rhythm to his fist as it went in and out. He kept cheering his “toy” on to fuck his hand better, faster. I started to soak the sheets; I know I was. My Master told me later that he could hear me moaning from upstairs.

I had to apologize and ask him to stop. Otherwise, I was going to have an orgasm. So after the second one, He moved up to lay on the bed and had me give him a hand job. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t soft. So, at least, I could give HIM an orgasm. After changing the sheets, I was sent to my Master like the night before.

Labor Day was celebrated at my Owner’s Boss’s home/mansion/estate—the palace where they hold rocking swing parties! With many people from various resorts, nobody knew who he was, and he liked that. He enjoyed talking to them and hearing their modern Vegas stories.

A couple of people knew who he was, and they occasionally went to a private room to talk. My Master never told them how they connected or why Jack came out as he did.

Monday night, the little blue pill didn’t exactly work as planned. so we spent the night curled up in his bed, me sucking his cock, while he was watching whatever it was he was watching.

Sucking turned into worshipping, licking, and playing with his asshole. Finally, I was able to get him semi-hard. Hard enough to try to fuck my sloppy pussy. It seemed like a challenge he needed to conquer, and he did, sort of. With the help of my hand on His cock, He rode my pussy like a stud muffin he apparently once was. I could feel the head of His cock work itself into my wet pussy. Hearing his breathing increase as well as His fucking, I started to feel his pulse inside my hand and pussy; I smiled.

Mission Accomplished! I smiled as He finished pumping. I turned around and enjoyed sucking His cock clean. He enjoyed the surprise; he had not expected that. It was like we both accomplished something. He got to fuck a sloppy pussy, and I finally got to clean off a creme-filled cock.

Tuesday morning, I dropped Him off at the airport, and I went to work, tired, but happy. I was well used.

I know it was a long post, and thank you for reading it all!

Comments are welcomed

So, how did you spend Labor Day Weekend?

Love Always
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