Best Ass in Vegas
Divorce and depression are not exactly the Double-D's I was looking for about 10 years ago, but that's where my life was. My wife left for a variety of awful reasons and that left me in the dumps. Low.
This was probably the worst time for a work-mandated trip to Vegas, but there I was in the desert inside conference rooms for 10-12 hours during the day, and aimlessly roaming the strip and casinos by night.
We were separated at the time, but it was bleak and I was pretty sure there was no way to avoid divorce. A few vodkas one particularly steamy night gave me the liquid courage to say "Fuck it" and go for it. I was going to get laid—even if I had to pay for it.
Now honestly, everyone says it's relatively easy to get laid in Vegas, but the reality is, most people there are paired up, whether as a couple or for the night. The scraps for guys like me back then were pretty lean: haggard, nasty-looking things who had been at the bar for way too long, or scam-artists targeting any dude walking about.
I think I'm pretty sharp and won't be taken in like that. I decided that maybe the quickest way to satisfaction and some sort of revenge fuck, or whatever, was to lay out the cash. It was about 11 p.m. inside one of the big casinos dead-center on the strip. I wandered around the floor and one thing about Vegas, it's not too hard to spot a pro. I was going to be picky. I wanted a really good looking girl, younger than me, fit-looking, and fun-looking.
A lot of the skanks just didn't cut it. But one stared me down on one pass-through the casino. She was early to mid-20s, super cute, black, and wearing tight jeans that hugged the best, fittest ass you've ever seen. She looked clean, and relatively safe. I watched her from a distance as she went from one entrance to a side exit about 2 minutes after we made eye contact. This was my chance.
I picked up my pace and got close to her outside as she prepped to turn around and make another swing through the casino. I was pretty buzzed and on my 5th cigarette (not a habit for me). "Your ass is pretty perfect," I think I blurted out to her.
"I've heard that before. You looking for a date."
"Probably."
"You got a room here?"
"Yep. Let's go."
I had plenty of cash, especially when she said in the elevator it would be $150 for oral. Whoa. But in my shape, I didn't care. I had enough and she was super hot, even better in the real lighting of the elevator. She had dark eyes, amazing skin, and didn't mind when I put my arm around her in the elevator and my hand rested on her sweet firm ass cheek.
We got to my floor and I took the long way to my room, just making sure things were on the up and up. I got inside and she politely asked for the money, which I gave her. I sat on the sofa of my suite and she walked to the window, admiring the view. I walked up behind her, nervous as fuck, and put both hands on her ass and kissed her neck. "I meant it, your ass is fantastic."
"Well, sit down and I'll show it to you."
I sat down and she somehow effortlessly slid out of her super-tight jeans. She confirmed my suspicions, no underwear. Her ass was perfection, museum-quality. She slid over in front of me, turned around and took my hand to her cheeks. I just admired, felt, and loved it. Wow.
"Get undressed sweetie." I did. I had boxers on and I was semi-hard, she watched and waited as my underwear slid off and my 6-inch cock popped up and bounced in the air. She had soft hands and longish fingernails, She squeezed the shaft and slid her hand back toward my balls, and all the way to my thick, cut head. "Nice."
I asked her to take off her top, I had to see all of her. She said she didn't want to, and I was disappointed and really not sure why? Some scars? Did she keep her money in her bra? Whatever, no big deal. I was having fun, and she was beautiful. She stroked my cock pretty expertly, her thumb on that magic spot under my very sensitive cockhead, the rest of her fingers knowing how to go all the way to the base of the shaft, and back up.
"Let's get on the bed."
She led me there by the hand. She laid on her back with her legs slightly spread. She had a perfect pussy, tiny and very pink against her dark skin. I was really throbbing now. She definitely saw me admiring her legs and pussy. "You can touch sweetie." I rubbed just above her clit for a second, getting my bearings. I slid my hand toward the top of her lips, finding a very warm and slightly wet clit. One finger on it, then two. I rubbed it, rolled it between my fingers, picking up the pace just a little. She breathed deep, "oh, that's nice. You know right where to go."
By the way, she never let go of my cock, stroking it so nice. I was on my knees between the top of her tits and her mouth. Our eyes locked and then she focused on my cock, stroking, licking her lips. She was prepping her mouth for my cock. I blocked out for a few seconds how many dicks may have been in her mouth that day, that week. It didn't matter in that second.
She propped herself up on one elbow and her full lips surrounded my cock head. This was an expert mouth. Her tongue dominated underneath my shaft while her wet lips engulfed the head with a wonderfully tight grip. I drifted between closing my eyes in ecstasy and reminding myself that this was an experience not to be missed, watch this, don't miss this.
She didn't deep throat me, but she took a lot of me. Her hands rubbed my balls, and I began to fuck her mouth slowly. I didn't want to mess up her rhythm, nor did I want to ruin this moment. Her hands felt incredible on my balls and I instinctively spread my legs hoping she'd find her way inside my ass. She picked up on it, and mumbled "uh-uh." No biggie.
I decided my hands weren't busy enough. I reached for her ass, the initial object of my desire. It was a wonderland. So smooth. So firm. She laid on her stomach facing me so I could appreciate the whole view. I stood at the edge of the bed and she sucked me a little harder, a little faster. I reached again for her ass with two hands while I fucked her mouth. I was getting close. She knew it.
She backed off for a second and got on her knees. "Got more money? I'd love to fuck." I wasn't going for it.
"I'm almost there."
"OK baby."
She motioned me to lie on the bed. My cock was pointing skyward and felt amazing as she grabbed the shaft with one hand and put her mouth back on my cock head. I heard wet slurping and felt a hand on my balls, which were rapidly filling with cum. I was getting to the point of no return. We'd never negotiated where I was going to cum, and I didn't care. I gave her a fair warning; it was only fair. "I'm gonna cum."
"Ohhh."
She let go with her mouth and started stroking my very wet cock. I arched my back off the bed and she never let go, perfect grip, perfect tension. "Yes baby, shoot that cream." I can still hear those words almost a decade later."
I let go. I forgot where I was, how depressed I'd been, everything. I moaned loudly; pretty sure if anyone was in the next room, they heard. One squirt landed on my chest, the next on the bed by my ear, the next one on my chin, the rest dribbling on to my belly and crotch.
"Damn, I never seen anyone shoot like that. You so sexy."
I propped myself up a little, watching her hand still play with my cock head and shaft a little. She had a little of my cum on her fingers, and she asked me to reach for the tissue box. Instead I took her finger and slid it into my mouth, sucking my cum off her fingers. It's a kink, and this was a night for kinks.
"Now that was hot," she said. "You are fun."
She got up, still bottomless, still showing me that perfect ass, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She came back and put her pants on quickly. "So what's your story baby? Where's the wifey" I told her I was divorced, nothing more.
She looked as perfect dressed as she did undressed. I fumbled $25 more out of my pocket and gave it to her. I have no clue if that was a good tip or an insult, but she smiled and said thanks.
"I know you have to go, but any chance I can get a kiss," I asked her.
She smiled. "I would, but I don't swallow."
Bye baby.
This was probably the worst time for a work-mandated trip to Vegas, but there I was in the desert inside conference rooms for 10-12 hours during the day, and aimlessly roaming the strip and casinos by night.
We were separated at the time, but it was bleak and I was pretty sure there was no way to avoid divorce. A few vodkas one particularly steamy night gave me the liquid courage to say "Fuck it" and go for it. I was going to get laid—even if I had to pay for it.
Now honestly, everyone says it's relatively easy to get laid in Vegas, but the reality is, most people there are paired up, whether as a couple or for the night. The scraps for guys like me back then were pretty lean: haggard, nasty-looking things who had been at the bar for way too long, or scam-artists targeting any dude walking about.
I think I'm pretty sharp and won't be taken in like that. I decided that maybe the quickest way to satisfaction and some sort of revenge fuck, or whatever, was to lay out the cash. It was about 11 p.m. inside one of the big casinos dead-center on the strip. I wandered around the floor and one thing about Vegas, it's not too hard to spot a pro. I was going to be picky. I wanted a really good looking girl, younger than me, fit-looking, and fun-looking.
A lot of the skanks just didn't cut it. But one stared me down on one pass-through the casino. She was early to mid-20s, super cute, black, and wearing tight jeans that hugged the best, fittest ass you've ever seen. She looked clean, and relatively safe. I watched her from a distance as she went from one entrance to a side exit about 2 minutes after we made eye contact. This was my chance.
I picked up my pace and got close to her outside as she prepped to turn around and make another swing through the casino. I was pretty buzzed and on my 5th cigarette (not a habit for me). "Your ass is pretty perfect," I think I blurted out to her.
"I've heard that before. You looking for a date."
"Probably."
"You got a room here?"
"Yep. Let's go."
I had plenty of cash, especially when she said in the elevator it would be $150 for oral. Whoa. But in my shape, I didn't care. I had enough and she was super hot, even better in the real lighting of the elevator. She had dark eyes, amazing skin, and didn't mind when I put my arm around her in the elevator and my hand rested on her sweet firm ass cheek.
We got to my floor and I took the long way to my room, just making sure things were on the up and up. I got inside and she politely asked for the money, which I gave her. I sat on the sofa of my suite and she walked to the window, admiring the view. I walked up behind her, nervous as fuck, and put both hands on her ass and kissed her neck. "I meant it, your ass is fantastic."
"Well, sit down and I'll show it to you."
I sat down and she somehow effortlessly slid out of her super-tight jeans. She confirmed my suspicions, no underwear. Her ass was perfection, museum-quality. She slid over in front of me, turned around and took my hand to her cheeks. I just admired, felt, and loved it. Wow.
"Get undressed sweetie." I did. I had boxers on and I was semi-hard, she watched and waited as my underwear slid off and my 6-inch cock popped up and bounced in the air. She had soft hands and longish fingernails, She squeezed the shaft and slid her hand back toward my balls, and all the way to my thick, cut head. "Nice."
I asked her to take off her top, I had to see all of her. She said she didn't want to, and I was disappointed and really not sure why? Some scars? Did she keep her money in her bra? Whatever, no big deal. I was having fun, and she was beautiful. She stroked my cock pretty expertly, her thumb on that magic spot under my very sensitive cockhead, the rest of her fingers knowing how to go all the way to the base of the shaft, and back up.
"Let's get on the bed."
She led me there by the hand. She laid on her back with her legs slightly spread. She had a perfect pussy, tiny and very pink against her dark skin. I was really throbbing now. She definitely saw me admiring her legs and pussy. "You can touch sweetie." I rubbed just above her clit for a second, getting my bearings. I slid my hand toward the top of her lips, finding a very warm and slightly wet clit. One finger on it, then two. I rubbed it, rolled it between my fingers, picking up the pace just a little. She breathed deep, "oh, that's nice. You know right where to go."
By the way, she never let go of my cock, stroking it so nice. I was on my knees between the top of her tits and her mouth. Our eyes locked and then she focused on my cock, stroking, licking her lips. She was prepping her mouth for my cock. I blocked out for a few seconds how many dicks may have been in her mouth that day, that week. It didn't matter in that second.
She propped herself up on one elbow and her full lips surrounded my cock head. This was an expert mouth. Her tongue dominated underneath my shaft while her wet lips engulfed the head with a wonderfully tight grip. I drifted between closing my eyes in ecstasy and reminding myself that this was an experience not to be missed, watch this, don't miss this.
She didn't deep throat me, but she took a lot of me. Her hands rubbed my balls, and I began to fuck her mouth slowly. I didn't want to mess up her rhythm, nor did I want to ruin this moment. Her hands felt incredible on my balls and I instinctively spread my legs hoping she'd find her way inside my ass. She picked up on it, and mumbled "uh-uh." No biggie.
I decided my hands weren't busy enough. I reached for her ass, the initial object of my desire. It was a wonderland. So smooth. So firm. She laid on her stomach facing me so I could appreciate the whole view. I stood at the edge of the bed and she sucked me a little harder, a little faster. I reached again for her ass with two hands while I fucked her mouth. I was getting close. She knew it.
She backed off for a second and got on her knees. "Got more money? I'd love to fuck." I wasn't going for it.
"I'm almost there."
"OK baby."
She motioned me to lie on the bed. My cock was pointing skyward and felt amazing as she grabbed the shaft with one hand and put her mouth back on my cock head. I heard wet slurping and felt a hand on my balls, which were rapidly filling with cum. I was getting to the point of no return. We'd never negotiated where I was going to cum, and I didn't care. I gave her a fair warning; it was only fair. "I'm gonna cum."
"Ohhh."
She let go with her mouth and started stroking my very wet cock. I arched my back off the bed and she never let go, perfect grip, perfect tension. "Yes baby, shoot that cream." I can still hear those words almost a decade later."
I let go. I forgot where I was, how depressed I'd been, everything. I moaned loudly; pretty sure if anyone was in the next room, they heard. One squirt landed on my chest, the next on the bed by my ear, the next one on my chin, the rest dribbling on to my belly and crotch.
"Damn, I never seen anyone shoot like that. You so sexy."
I propped myself up a little, watching her hand still play with my cock head and shaft a little. She had a little of my cum on her fingers, and she asked me to reach for the tissue box. Instead I took her finger and slid it into my mouth, sucking my cum off her fingers. It's a kink, and this was a night for kinks.
"Now that was hot," she said. "You are fun."
She got up, still bottomless, still showing me that perfect ass, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She came back and put her pants on quickly. "So what's your story baby? Where's the wifey" I told her I was divorced, nothing more.
She looked as perfect dressed as she did undressed. I fumbled $25 more out of my pocket and gave it to her. I have no clue if that was a good tip or an insult, but she smiled and said thanks.
"I know you have to go, but any chance I can get a kiss," I asked her.
She smiled. "I would, but I don't swallow."
Bye baby.
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