My Vegas Years In January 1973, the securities brokerage firm at which I worked offered me an opportunity to take over a satellite office in Las Vegas. I was less than a year out of San Diego State with a degree in finance and was young, healthy, single, and eager to make my fortune; I couldn't resist. The timing was perfect. My high school sweetheart and I had recently broken up after five years of a loving relationship that we both assumed would result in marriage. I'll admit that I had taken our relationship for granted and I was not completely faithful to her. She caught me with a friend of a friend and that was the last straw. Most of our friends sided with her, so I found myself alone. A change of attitude and latitude was just what the doctor ordered. What I never could have realized was what I would experience in the next five years. You've all heard Vegas referred to as 'Sin City'; believe me, unless you live there, you don't know the half of it! Over the next several months I'll relate some of my experiences. The names and dates aren't important, but the incidents are all factual. Believe me, I don't need to embellish because sometimes the truth is better than fiction. Each episode is true though I've taken creative license with some of the dialogue. Also, each is a stand-alone story; you may read the chapters in any order. Robbie Burns Mrs. Delano I arrived in Las Vegas, with all my worldly possessions in a U-Haul truck, on January 13th, 1973. I rented a small two-bedroom house off East Fremont Street, near downtown and my new office. The place was small, but it fit my needs. The property manager was Mrs. Delano; a lady in her mid-fifties with flaming red hair and too much make-up. She was plump but not fat and her skirts were too tight and too short for a woman her age. She liked to wear a black bra under a white low-cut blouse. In a word, she looked like a slut. One late afternoon, after I'd been in town less than a month, I came home to find her sitting in her white Cadillac in front of the house. As I approached her she opened the car door and swung her legs out. But, instead of getting out she leaned back to reach for her purse on the passenger seat. Her skirt was bunched around her wide hips and offered me a complete view of her thighs and black panty-clad crotch. I took in the view then looked away; I guess I was trying to be gentlemanly. After several seconds I stole another look, and saw she was looking at me with a wicked grin. She quickly opened and closed her legs a couple times (no doubt for effect), and then got out. "How's the place?" she asked, slamming her car door and starting up the sidewalk. "Great" I said, wondering why she was here. As if reading my mind she said, "I thought I'd drop by and see if you needed anything. I brought you a house-warming gift". She dug a brown paper sack out of her large purse and produced two bottles of champagne. "I brought you a couple bottles of bubbly", she said, "one for now and one for later". "Uh, okay. I hope you don't mind regular glasses. My champagne glasses got broken in the move" I quipped. I put one bottle in the refrigerator and grabbed two water glasses. As I returned to the living room she was pulling the cork on the first. Mrs. Delano sat on the couch and patted the seat for me to sit next to her. "It's so nice to have a handsome young man as a tenant. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask". Her short skirt was once again riding high on her hips. I may have been only 23, but I wasn't naïve; this woman was putting the make on me. "What the hell" I thought. She wasn't anything special, and was old enough to be my mother, but she was a woman and I hadn't been laid in months. "Thank you, Mrs. Delano" I grinned. "Please, call me Marie" she insisted. Thank you, Marie" I emphasized her name as we click glasses in a toast. I took sip of champagne and watched her down hers in one gulp. She grabbed the bottle from the coffee table and refilled her glass. "Drink up Tim" she insisted. I gulped my drink and felt the bubbles fizzing in my nose. When she leaned over to refill my glass, she put her hand high on my thigh and flashed plenty of cleavage. It was then that I realized she 'd unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse; the black satin cups of her bra were in plain view. Marie Delano didn't want to waist time with pleasantries; that was obvious. If I wasn't going to make the first move, she was. "Do you like me, Tim?" she asked. "Of course I do Mrs. Delano". "Marie" she corrected me, "call me Marie". "Ok, Marie". "Tim, I'm going to let you in on a secret. I like young men. My husband doesn't satisfy me the way a young man can". She started to squeeze my thigh with her hand. "I'll let you in on another secret" she said as she downed her third drink. "My husband doesn't mind if I have sex with young men. In fact, he encourages it. Sometimes he'll bring young guys home and watch me fuck them. In fact", she was starting to slur her words, "I think my husband likes young men too", and she winked at me. Whoa! This situation was moving faster than even I could have imagined. Mrs. Delano. Marie. had been in my house less than a half hour and she was talking about screwing young guys. Marie gave my hard-on a gentle squeeze and got off the couch. Without saying a word she headed to the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open and then the pop of the second champagne cork. "We might as well drink this bottle too, don't you agree?" she called out. I looked at the empty bottle on the coffee table and realized that she'd drunk the whole thing. "Sure, what the hell" I called back to her, adjusting my dick in my pants. As she walked back into the room she was unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. She took a long swig from the bottle and sat it on the coffee table and then moved and stood in front of me. With both hands she tugged her blouse from the waist of her skirt and dropped it off her shoulders. She kicked off her high-heels and grabbed the hem of her short skirt. "Would you like a little show?" she teased. "Sure" I said, breathlessly. She started to hum some tune and gyrate her hips as she lifted the hem of her skirt. In no time she had it bunched around her waist. She stopped her dance and just stood there in her black lace bra and matching bikini panties. "Why don't you take your pants off, Timmy, so I can suck your cock" she whispered. I sprung from the couch and undid my belt buckle. As I undressed she slid her hand into her panties and started to rub herself. When I was completely naked she pushed me back onto the couch and unzipped her skirt. Then, in one fluid motion, she dropped to the floor and engulfed my dick down her throat. My head snapped back and my eyes rolled up. I'd seen Linda Lovelace in 'Deep Throat', but I didn't believe a woman could actually do that. Marie Delano had no gag reflex at all; her throat was like a drainpipe. "Oh my god", I grunted. She pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "You've never fucked a woman's throat before, have you?" "My god, no". "There's lots of things I could show you" she smiled. She wrapped her hand around my slick pole and jacked me slowly. "Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass, Timmy?" she asked. Actually, I had. My ex-girlfriend had let me inside her butt once when she was drunk. She hated it and we never discussed it again. "Once", I whispered, "a long time ago". "Well, I love a cock in my ass. I love a cock in every hole. even at the same time" she chuckled, still stroking me. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you fuck my ass, okay?" With that she went back to giving me a fantastic, wet, sloppy blowjob. She alternated between deep-throating me and jacking me with her lips. My pre-cum and her saliva were oozing from the corners of her mouth. She brought me to the brink several times, then backed off and let me catch my breath. Eventually, she stood up, stripped off her bra and panties and flopped on the sofa, on her back. "Eat me, baby" she said, and I did. Her pussy was nicely trimmed and sweat as candy. I didn't care if she was fifty fucking years old or that she'd probably fucked more guys than I knew. I didn't care that she had wrinkles or that her tits sagged. At that moment she was the only woman in the world. I ate her, and then I sucked her nipples. When I finally slipped my cock into her, I thought we'd both died and gone to heaven. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I nuzzled her earlobes. I stroked long and deep into her. She had her first orgasm within seconds. Later, I flipped her over on her hands and knees. After fucking her doggy-style for several minutes, she turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "I hope you have some hand cream" she breathed. "I have Jergens Lotion in the bathroom" I gasped. "Good. Go get it". She eased forward and off my dick. I was back in a flash with the cream. "Spread it all over your cock, and work a couple of fingers up my ass" she said, matter-of-factly, as if she was instructing me how to screw in a light bulb. When I touched my creamy finger to her sphincter, she jumped. "That's cold" she laughed. I rubbed plenty of lotion all over her ass-cheeks and into her crack. The second time I touched her my index finger slipped into her rectum easily. "Hmmm" she cooed. "I like that". I pumped my finger in and out several times. "More" she said. I squeezed another dollop of lotion on my finger and slipped it back into her ass. "Not more cream" she said, "more fingers!" "Oh. Okay" was all I could say. A second finger joined the first, and then a third. Marie Delano dropped her head down and almost panted, "That feels so good. Okay baby root me. I want you to stick your cock as deep into my ass as it will go". I removed my hand and looked down. Her sphincter was stretched open and waiting. I placed the head of my dick at the opening to her ass and pushed. It glided all the way in until my pubes were mashed against her ass-cheeks. "Oh yessssssss", she hissed. She reached back and grabbed my ass. "Hold it right there for a second" pulling me as deep as I could go. I felt her flex her sphincter muscles around my cock. "Okay cowboy" she said, "let's bring it home together". She let go of my ass and reached between her legs to rub her clit. That was my cue. I grabbed her hips and started sliding in and out of her ass. "Faster" she said. I pumped faster. "Harder" she grunted. I slammed into her ass as fast and hard as I could. In no time I felt the sensation boiling in my balls. It wasn't going to be long now. "God. Marie. I'm. going. to." I could barely get the words out. I felt like I was running a marathon. And then Marie had the loudest, most intense orgasm I've ever witnessed. Anyone who heard her might have though I was scorching her with a hot branding iron. Her orgasm caused her to clamp down on my dick with her sphincter and she became so tight I couldn't slide in and out. Instead I pushed and pulled her asshole in and out between her cheeks. I thought I was going to pull her guts out through her ass. But I didn't care. I'd gone too far. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. I must have pumped a quart of hot semen up her colon. And she just kept screaming. In what seemed like a lifetime, it was over. Neither of us moved or said a word. The only sound I could her was her panting and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I patted her ass lightly and started to pull out. "Oh god that was good" she whispered, barely auditable. When my dick popped free I looked down. Her butt hole was wide open and my love juice started streaming out of her ass. "I'll get a towel" I said, jumping up. "Don't bother" she said. I watched as she scooped my cum and her anal fluids out of her ass and into her mouth. She reached between her legs and dug out another load, smearing it over her lips and cheeks. "I love the taste of this stuff" she smiled. I stared in disbelief. "Well lover, I've got to get home and get dinner on for my husband" she said, jumping up and gathering her clothes. "He's gonna love hearing about you" she smiled. "Are you sure he's is alright with this? I don't want any jealous husbands knocking on my door", I said. "Don't worry sweetheart. Next time, I may bring him with me. I think he'd really like you." And with that, fifty-six year old Marie Delano, with fiery-red hair and a short, tight skirt, turned and walked out the door. I fucked Mrs. Delano several times after that, but I never met her husband. It was always the same; always two bottles of champagne and we always finished with me up her ass. I only lived in that house for six months. The securities firm I worked for went bankrupt. I pawned the IBM electric typewriter, went to dealer's school and got a job in the casinos dealing blackjack. I moved to an apartment closer to the 'Strip'. I never saw Mrs. Delano again, but the real fun was about to begin. To Be Continued.