The following day our conference started with plenary sessions. These talks were about the most recent updates in general surgery. They were helpful for general knowledge of specific areas and getting continuing medical education credits. I've attended these lectures to keep myself updated, even in areas of surgery that were not directly related to my work.
Afternoon talks were focused on orthopedic procedures, which were about something other than areas that Terry and I were interested in. We elected to skip those.
We met Briana at 12:30 for lunch. Terry suggested trying Gordon Ramsay's Hell's Kitchen. The food was good, but everything 'smelled pretentious'... From there, we continued north and entered The Venetian Hotel. The stores were impressive, though less numerous than Caesars Palace's Forum.
Briana wished to ride on a Gondola. Terry bought tickets and whispered in her ear that he did it because he hoped to sit by her side and hug her shoulder during the ride. Briana chuckled and said she didn't want to offend me, so we'd have to find the sitting position by pulling straws. The result was funny because the one who drew the shortest straw was Briana... Terry looked at her and complained, "So now I'll cheat on you and hug Morton!..." Her throaty laugh was priceless.
We strolled along the strip, watching the famous Bellagio fountains and the Mirage's volcano. We were sorry to hear that the latter would be dismantled in the near future. Around 6 pm, the street became much busier. We returned to the Cosmopolitan to rest for an hour.
At the hotel, I 'bribed' the concierge, telling him that if he could find three tickets to the Absinthe 8 pm show, I'll give him $50. He arranged it immediately and said, "Sir, nice doing business with you. Anything else you need in Vegas, and I mean ANYTHING! Let me know."
We had little time for dinner, so we ate big hot dogs and drank beers on the street.
Subsequently, we entered the tent where Absinthe was showing. The audience was a mixture of young students with piercings and tattoos, LGBTQ groups, extremists, and... normal adults. For readers who've never heard about it, it combines burlesque, funny/dirty jokes, and erotic circus acrobatic shows. It was the most politically incorrect show I've ever seen. The three of us loved it!
It was close to 10 pm. The following morning the talks that interested us would begin at 11 am. I asked, "Guys, would you rather we return to the hotel, go to a bar, or walk around?"
Briana, who consumed only one can of beer, stuttered, "I thiiink thaaat we shouuld go baaack."
I looked at Terry. Briana's condition was not a good one to spend time outdoors. Before going to his room, Terry asked when we planned to wake up in the morning. He was looking at me, but Briana intervened, "I'll probably wake up first. I'll be on the balcony to get early morning sun, but if I am thirsty, I'll wake Morti the old fashion way..."
Terry gazed at me, hesitated momentarily, and blurted, "I'll leave the adjoining door on my side open, so if you are not satiated after waking my buddy, you can wake me up too..."
Briana grinned, "I might. You two are doctors. Did you know that energy drink is much healthier than coffee in the morning?"
Terry and I looked at each other and laughed, "Briana, we trust you on this one..."
Briana and I entered our room. I opened the TV to watch the news, but Briana hugged me from behind, "Morti, in Vegas, the global news is unimportant. I can see through the balcony that the world still exists. That's good enough. I have a much better idea. You remember what happens to me after drinking alcohol, don't you?!..."
"Darling, you stuttered before, and I thought that sleep might help you more than anything..."
Briana had a devilish smile, "Morti, I cheated. I wanted to go to bed with you, so I pretended to be TOO drunk. Right now, I feel good but... horny. You are a doctor. Can you think of the most efficient way to cure it?..."
"Briana, every time I see you wearing anything that is not extremely baggy, I have the urge to use your body for my darkest desires... You continue tempting me, and I am not responsible for your well-being..."
She removed all her clothes, leaned seductively forward with her tits jiggling, and innocently asked, "Morti, which clothes do you suggest I wear to feel safe with you?!..."
My prick didn't need another invitation. It jolted and hardened, making the front of my pants bulge. Briana chortled, "Oh, I am so sorry. I just wanted to ensure I wear the most decent clothes I brought with me... You are no longer 18, and I imagined that by the time your cock realized what was happening, I'd be fully dressed!..."
I gazed at her divine body, and my pecker continued unabashedly to expand and push my zipper forward.
She smirked, "Honey, you are very stubborn. We both know that soon you'll give in, and we'll end up in bed. Just raise your hands with a white flag and let me have you as my prisoner. I promise that your torture will be RELATIVELY short..."
I sighed, "I am stuck in a room with sex-craved Calypso... Even my cock betrays me! I am so miserable."
"Oh, shut up, stud, and be useful!"
I undressed. I thought I heard my penis whisper, 'Thank you!'.
Briana ogled my body and then looked lustily at the pole that stood proudly before her, "Morti, I want to be nice to you. Lay on your back, and I'll ride you."
I gazed at her.
"You understood well, honey; I wish to play horsy."
Moments later, the lady's legs straddled over my body. She couched carefully on my erect pecker and began riding it. She started at a 'walking' pace but quickly accelerated it to 'trotting.' Her tits jiggled happily from side to side, and my hand tweaked one lucky nipple. She groaned and increased the speed to 'galloping.' At this rate, I felt I was going to orgasm soon.
My left thumb rubbed her clitty, and my right forefinger caressed her ass crack. Her groans became louder. I wetted the forefinger with her abundant juices and cautiously inserted it into her puckered hole. She gasped, but soon she was moving faster and began whimpering. Her riding pattern changed. Instead of up-and-down movements, they became up and backward-down, pushing her butt hole against my finger when she descended.
In seconds Briana's riding became uncontrolled. She stretched her neck, closed her eyes, and screamed. I was too horny to stop her screams. My pelvis countered her motions, and then I erupted inside her pussy, dumping a ton of whiteish goo. Her riding continued for 2 minutes and then slowed down.
She rolled to her side and smiled at me, "You were a well-trained horse. We should use this position more often!"
I smirked, "Do I need a saddle next time?!..."
"No! I love to feel your naked body under me. By the way, your finger did a nice job too..." She relaxed on her back.
I kissed her softly and went to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.
When I was done and returned to bed, Briana looked at me and grinned, "Honey, you are a wonderful fucker! I haven't experienced this wonderful feeling for years. So thank you for introducing me to the world of sexual bliss again."