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When I woke up the next morning, everything was back to normal. We started our day like others, and I hoped that we wouldn’t run into the girls again, the girls who used their amazing beauty to humiliate me, making me kiss their feet and ass. I hoped that they would just be a memory, something for my spank bank. And the morning was non-eventful. We had slept in. My wife and I had a nice breakfast together. We went for a walk along the Strip. Now we were back at the pool with only one other (older) couple with us.
Then I saw them arrive. The three girls walked in like they owned the place. Bella walked in the lead, wearing a bright blue string bikini, contrasting beautifully with her blonde hair. Jules was in a shiny silver one-piece that looked like a big ‘V’ across the front of her perfect body. Lastly there was Riley with a florescent pink string bikini.
It felt like slow motion as they walked by. I tried to prevent myself from staring, but I couldn’t. My wife slapped me back to my senses, “Get a hold of yourself. Don’t stare at those little kids spending Daddy’s money. They are so worthless. Yeah, they may be hot now, but that’s all they’ve got, and when they’re older, no one will care.”
I looked back to my wife and did my best to ignore them. “Sorry, honey, there is only one woman for me,” I replied while giving her a squeeze. As I did, I took a quick look back towards the girls. My jaw almost dropped. They were now walking away from us to the other end of the pool, and all their swimsuits were thongs – their bare asses were bouncing rhythmically as they walked. I was mesmerized.
“So, which of those swimsuits would you want me in?” she asked playfully.
“Ha, I’m not taking the bait on that one. I love you just the way you are,” I responded, while really thinking about those gorgeous asses. I was holding my wife in her full-coverage, black one-piece but to pining plow my head into those college girls’ asses again and worship.
As they took their chairs, I was able to return to ‘normal’, finishing our time in the water and retreating to our chaises. I read my book while my wife rested. Everything was peaceful.
I was starting to doze off as well, my book now resting on my chest, as I was jarred back up hearing someone say, “Ha, look at the beached whale. Old chicks are so fat. They should be banned from nice pools like this.”
I looked up and the three girls had just emerged from the water at our end of the pool. It likely was Bella who had made the comment. All looked like mermaids, the beading water on their firm bodies reflecting the sun, giving them an extra glow, while drips of water fell off their hair.
My wife sat bolt upright. “What did you say?”
I tried to calm her, telling her to just ignore them, and they would go away. No sense in getting onto some sort of fight here. She acquiesced and went back to her tanning.
The girls, though, did not. They walked over to where we were sitting and stood over us. “I said, ‘Ugly women should be banned from this pool,'” Bella stated, slowly and clearly.
“Oh, fuck off,” my wife replied, not even turning over.
Bella ignored my wife’s comment, and looking right at me, continued, “Wouldn’t you agree, Loser?”
“Just leave us alone to enjoy our vacation,” I pleaded.
“Ha, playing with you helps keep up entertained, and you don’t set the rules, we do, ass licker.” Bella responded.
I rolled over, too, hoping they would just go away and terrified that they might say something about last night in front of my wife. I could hear them walking over to my side now. I opened my eyes and could see their wet feet right next to the chair. I began to smell the chlorine from the pool and coconut from their oil.
“Hey chubby hubby, why don’t you kneel down and kiss our young, perfect asses. We know you want to – you’re desperate to.” I’m sure it was Bella speaking, and she was right, but I couldn’t do it here. I just buried my head further into my chair.
“Fuck. Off.” I heard my wife say. “My husband would never kneel and kiss the asses of two-bit hoes like you. Just leave us alone to enjoy our vacation and find some guys your own age to play with.”
I then felt a finger start to move up my back as Bella said, almost pleadingly, “Awe, but we don’t want to deprive your husband of his fantasy, to bury his head in our luscious asses, drinking in our sweet scent and submitting to his superiors.”
I shivered at the finger, likely tickling me, and her words, as I so much wanted to do that – to worship their asses again, and, with luck, their pussies.
“See,” she continued, snickering a bit, “he’s even shivering at the thought.” After a brief pause, she continued, placing her hand slightly under my shoulder and gently pulling upward, “Now, why don’t you roll over and show Riley your appreciation.”
Without thinking, I rolled over, so I was now on my back, looking up at the three beauties. They were right on top of me, taking up my entire field of view, and looked istanbul travesti like goddesses. The reflection of the sun on their tanned, wet skin and shiny swimsuits radiated a divine glow. Their bodies inches away, I was tormented by how close they were, and the thin, small fabric of their swimsuits barely separating me from their holy grails. They looked down with the confidence in their absolute superiority.
Bella then ran her finger lightly up my chest, almost purring, “Riley, why don’t you give him what he wants, what he so desperately needs.”
I could faintly here my wife complaining and telling them to back away, but Riley turned around near my head, undeterred, bent over, and put her bare ass right in my face.
“Now kiss,” Bella ordered.
I knew my wife was there. I knew I was in public. I knew this was humiliating. And I strained my head up and kissed her warm, firm, dripping wet ass, letting out a slight moan as I felt her ass on my lips. I kissed the right cheek, which was closer, and strained further and kissed the left. I heard my wife gasp in horror. I heard the girls laughing. It didn’t matter. I needed to kiss that magnificent ass.
As my head rested back down on the chaise, I saw Bella position herself at the end of my wife’s chaise, facing her, hands on hip. legs spread. She then said with a commanding tone, “See, fatty, you are so ugly, your husband will kiss our asses right in front of you. Kissing our asses is better than anything you can offer. We are just that much better than you.”
My wife lay their speechless, just staring at the girl. Then Bella ordered, “Okay, Jules, your turn. Give her pathetic husband what he craves.”
With that, Jules stood by my head and bent over like Riley had. And as with Riley, I brought my head up and kissed each cheek. This time I lingered a bit longer with each kiss, soaking in her scent and taste. I wanted more, as I inhaled the coconut scent of her sun lotion, my mind imagining massaging it in for her. As I brought my head back down, I took in the perfect curve of her ass rolling into the small of her back – tanned and shimmering.
My wife was in disbelief. “Brian, what are you doing! These are teenagers. And any hope of sex for you on this trip is out the window. I hope it was worth it.”
“Honey,” I pleaded. “We probably weren’t going to have sex anyway, and what am I supposed to do?”
Bella then chimed in, “He’s ours, bitch. You should be thinking about what you are going to do for us so that we share him with you. Otherwise, we may take this slobbering fool home with us to play some more.”
My wife went speechless again. And to prove her point, Bella then asked me, “So, are you going to side with wifey, or come over here, get on your knees behind me, and kiss the ass that owns you?”
At this point, I was already in for a pound, let alone a nickel, and I dreamed of kissing her nubile ass again after last night, so I mumbled, “Fuck it. I’m not going to get laid anyway,” got up, walked behind this blonde, bronzed goddess, kneeled before her perfect ass, looked directly at my wife through Bella’s legs, and gave the hot brat a big kiss on her right ass cheek. I then gave several smaller kisses on each side before straightening my head back up, saying, “Your ass tastes magnificent, goddess.”.
“Thank you, pet,” Bella responded. “Now I need to talk to your wife for a minute. Can you please serve Riley and Jules while we speak?”
As I crawled back on my chaise, I could see my wide was visibly upset, but no words came from her. I sat up on the end of the chaise and Riley moved in front of me, her ass right in my face. Without a word, I dove in, pressing my lips repeatedly against her firm bum, kissing and now licking each cheek. I reached up with my hands, placing them on her toned thighs and pulled her in more, so my face was literally buried in her ass. I was in heaven.
As I kissed, I heard Bella speak to my wife. “Don’t blame him, honey. He’s just a man, and a pathetic one at that. He can’t help himself when goddesses such as us let him worship us, particularly when his alternative is being held in chastity by a chubby bitch, who can’t hold a candle to us. We are just that much better than you, superior to you. So, this is how it’s going to be. If you want us to give you your husband back, you need to be our bitch for the rest of the trip. I expect you to worship us and treat is like the superior princesses that we are.”
I couldn’t see, as my face was still buried in Riley’s ass, but I could make out a sheepish “okay,” from my wife.
“What?” Bella bellowed, “I can’t hear you.”
“Okay, I will do what you want but I want my husband back,” my wife said more emphatically this time. She had never been in this type of competition before, and so must have now realized that the temptation was too great for me, and her insecurities convinced her that she couldn’t compete.
“Good, bitch,” Bella responded. “Now slide down here like your istanbul travestileri husband and pay homage to your princess.”
I pulled my head out of Riley’s ass to watch. My wife moved down the chaise, so she was sitting on the end like me, but instead of Riley’s ass in front of her, it was Bella’s crotch.
My wife paused at the end, then asked Bella quietly, “Are you going to turn around?”
Bella put her hand gently on my wife’s head, and told her, “Oh, no, honey. You can start by kissing my feet, and we’ll work from there.”
My wife got down on her knees and bent down to kiss this magnificent blonde’s feet. it was a view of total submission, as Bella stood triumphantly over my wife, her tanned, tone skin, her tight, small, blue bikini, her large, protruding breasts – everything looked like perfection, and there was no doubt who the alpha female was. Bella even gave a cruel smile of satisfaction, as my wife humbled herself before her.
“Get back to work,” I heard Riley order, bringing me back to my job. I dove back in, even letting out a soft moan as I lapped up her bum. Feeling friskier, now that my wife was occupied, I slide my tongue under her florescent pink thong, letting it snap back into place. After a coupe rounds, I pushed it away further and held it back with my nose, as I feasted on her rosebud.
I could hear her squeal as I did, shaking her ass and letting out a gasp. “Serve me, you ass licker,” she exclaimed. “Worship my ass!”
“Hey, Bella,” Jules chimed in. “It might be time to take this upstairs.”
“Agree, Jules, but first, I need the fat, foot bitch here to do one more thing.” Bella then looked down at my wife, who was now looking up at her, still on her knees. “You can kiss my feet more later, but before we go, I want you to give my dominant pussy a kiss and thank me for having mercy on you and your husband.”
My wife took a deep breath, puckered her lips. and planted a kiss on the pussy bulge in Bella’s blue bikini bottoms. “Thank you, Princess Bella.”
As I watched my wife, I was a mix of shame for having caused this to happen and jealousy, for wanting the opportunity to taste Bella’s pussy, even if through a layer of Lycra.
“You’re welcome, Chubby,” Bella replied as my wife pulled back. “Now, both of you, pick up our stuff and bring it to our room, so we can play with our new toys.”
We dutifully complied.
The brats marched back into the Wynn with my wife and I scurrying behind them, carrying their bags as well as our own pool stuff. I was fixated on their bare asses swinging as they walked, the thong lost inside, impatient for another chance to bury my head in their firm butts.
“Hey!” my wife exclaimed as she bumped me with one of the bags. “Get a hold of yourself. How are you so pathetic with these girls?”
“I don’t know,” I responded sheepishly. “They are just so hot. When they are close, or talk to me, something just comes over me, and I will do whatever they say. I’m not even thinking about sex. I just want to bury my face in their asses. I don’t understand it.”
“Yeah, they are hot, I’ll give you that,” she offered. “I wish that I had a body like that. Even when I was there age, while I think I was a looker, I didn’t look like them. Girls like that used to make fun of me when I was at the library while they were at the sorority house. I guess things don’t change. Now, I just want to find a way to break their spell on you, so I can get my husband back.”
When we were in the elevator, the three girls positioned themselves facing the closing door, with my wife and I standing behind. Then Bella turned her head towards us and commanded, “Kneel!”
My wife and I both got on our knees.
“You may worship,” the brat commanded.
Riley, who had the biggest ass, was right in front of me. Without hesitation, I dove in like a starving dog, kissing and licking her juicy bum. My wife must have chosen Bella, as I could the co-ed taunting her, “Come on, worship like you mean it. Give in to your submissiveness, Chubby.”
The elevator dinged, so I pulled back, expecting to get up, but it was another floor. Bella told the other guests to take the next elevator, so I dove back in.
Upon reaching our floor, we were ordered to get up, and we followed them to their room. It was a massive suite, at least twice the size of our room. I was in awe at the place and the magnificent views of the Strip.
“All right, you fat, pathetic geezers. It’s time to have some real fun,” said Bella. “Now strip.”
My wife let out a gasp of horror, “We will not!”
Bella turned, slowly walked to my wife, place her hands on my wife’s shoulders, and pushed her down to her knees. She then shoved her bikini-clad crotch in my wife’s face and began rubbing all over.
Amidst her grunts, Bella taunted my wife, “Yeah, bitch, suck my pussy. Eat my college cunt, you chubby, little slut. Did the girls do this to you when you were back in school a hundred year ago? I bet travesti istanbul they passed you around the sorority house. You probably loved every minute of it, serving all those girls who were better than you.”
“Mmpf,” was all my wife could muster, as Bella kept her face pressed against her blue, Lycra crotch.
“Or maybe they didn’t use you. Maybe they left you alone at the library and just made fun of you behind your back. Laughing at your ugly clothes and lack of friends.
Mmmm, yeah, that’s probably it. You probably would be up late at the library wishing they would notice you enough to make you their bitch. You longed to be underneath the superior girls, humbling yourself before them and giving them pleasure. Mmmm, yes, that’s it. Mmmm.”
Bella’s moans increased, as she and my wife got into a rhythm. Instead of fighting it, my wife seemed to be accepting it. She even brought her hands up to hold Bella’s toned, tanned thighs.
“Mmmm,” Bella moaned, “I’m not sure if it was me uncovering your cunt-licking fantasy or the smell and feel of my superior pussy, but it is clear you now know who’s in charge and I can feel your lust for my cunt, your new goddess.” Bella then pushed my wife away and stepped back. “That’s enough for now, my pet. Now strip!”
My wife stared at Bella in askance, her mouth half open, tongue out, clearly wanting more. The past minute of Bella’s masturbating on my wife’s face turned my wife from a defiant woman to a submissive slut.
“I said ‘strip’,” Bella repeated. “If you want to be able to worship my superior cunt again, you must strip.”
With that, my wife undressed, remaining on the floor. I stripped as well and knelt next to her.
As I stripped, Riley burst out laughing, “Oh my god, that dick is so small. How pathetic. Who would ever want to touch something like that. It’s like an overgrown clit. Eww.”
Jules then chimed in, “His wife must have struck out with all the guys to accept this… thing. Or maybe she was just that desperate for clit, she would get it any way she could.”
We just kneeled there, staring up at Bella in silence, waiting for our instructions. I had never felt so small, literally and figuratively.
“Good,” Bella finally said, changing the subject. “I’m glad you have both now learned your place. I am your Mistress, your superior, and so are my friends. You are our submissive slaves. You are here for our pleasure. You will worship us as your superiors and do what you are told. If you follow our instructions, you will get the opportunity to feast on our succulent asses, worship our superior pussies and drink our rich nectar as your reward.”. After a short pause, she continued, “Now, Subs, your first order is to lie down on your backs.”
We acquiesced immediately.
Bella then gave her instructions. “Now, Chubby hear seems to be into thin girls, while Bitch-Boi is an ass man, so, why don’t we have Riley take Bitch-Boi and Jules take Chubby. Just sit on their faces with your gorgeous asses and have them pleasure you.”
I gasped in anticipation. My heart started pounding at the thought of this hot co-ed smothering me with her scrumptious ass. Having gotten a taste at the pool, I was eager for more.
My wife let out a gasp as well, but more in disgust. “Do I have to kiss her ass? That’s disgusting.”
“First,” Bella responded, “you are to do as your told. Second, she has a magnificent ass. She on the track team, so has worked hard to build it. It is quite rude to call it ‘disgusting’. You should be so lucky to kiss it. It is nothing like your dirty, flabby, ugly, old ass. Lastly, we all know now that you are a pussy slut, desperate to taste our juices. I want you to earn that privilege, so you are really begging for it.”
My wife relaxed in resignation, “Yes, Mistress Bella.”
I then watched Jules in her silver one-piece and firm, round runners-ass gently squat onto my wife’s face, grabbing my wife’s breasts to stabilize herself. A Jules relaxed into position, she gave a slight wiggle of her ass and laughed, “Yeah, kiss my perfect ass, you pathetic hag. Worship it. My ass is better than you’ll ever be.”
“Lunch time,” Riley exclaimed, pulling my attention back to her, as she squatted over my face.
I had the biggest smile as she slowly lowered herself the final inches, almost teasing me with the pace, knowing I was desperate for her heavenly bum. Slowly my world became only her gorgeous ass. As opposed to the pool, where she was standing, here, she could put her full weight on me, completely smothering me. As she placed her full weight on me, breathing became more difficult, and I began to writhe. I could hear here laugh, “I love it when they squirm.” Every few seconds, she would give me a small window, and I would gasp for air before it closed again.
The smell was more pungent this time. Not just the lotion, chlorine and Lycra, but her ass, too. I was both repulsed and intoxicated by her scent, not ‘liking’ it, but becoming totally addicted and wanting more. Maybe it was the humiliation of the ‘forbidden’ smell, but I craved it.
“Ha, Jules, listen to little Bitch-Boi struggle,” I could hear Riley laugh. “He’s so pathetic. His shaking head, though, feels good on my ass. It’s like a vibrator as he keeps gasping for air. Mmmm, I love this.”
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