(TW: Slurs, and this post is mostly just buildup)
So in a few weeks I'm heading to Las Vegas for a very short trip - just two nights. It's not my first time, but one of the two nights I'll be alone - no friends, no supervision. Naturally my imagination has been running wild over the last few days. I've thought about taking in a show, or going to a strip club, or even trying to make my way out to a brothel.
But the show lineups are lame (seriously just Magicians and low rent comedians), strip clubs are a guarantee only that I'll waste my money, and I'm not going to waste my one free day by getting a ride an hour either way to go to a brothel in the middle of the desert.
And ultimately, that's not what I really *want* to do that day. This is what I'd rather happen.
During the afternoon I head out to the resort's pool, soak up some sun - I live in the Pacific Northwest, so clear skies and near 90 degrees is novel for me. When I'm out there I put my towel on an Adirondack chair, and there's a couple next to me. I notice her first - she's stunning. Mid to late 20's. Black curly hair. Tattoos up and down her arms and on her flat stomach. Modest breast but nice curves nonetheless. She gets out of the pool and she walks towards a man. Late 40's easily, probably over 50. He looks like a blue collar worker - a carpenter or contractor, something with his hands. He's shirtless and while he's not overly muscular his chest and stomach exude masculine strength. When she comes over to the chair she gives him a peck on the cheek and then not-so subtly squeeze his crotch through his suit.
Maybe he catches me looking, gives me a sly smile. I stay out there for a little while, but eventually the sun gets a bit much for me so I return to my room to shower and change, but I can't stop thinking about them. I wonder what they're getting up to. Eventually I decide to go back down into the casino to grab some dinner - there's a great steak spot I've heard of, and I specifically saved up money for it.
That's when I see them again, at the bar of the steak house. She's now wearing a skin tight dress, black, that ends just below her ass. He's in a short sleeve hawaiian shirt and a pair of jeans, the shirt half open and showing off that masculine chest. Her hands are all over him, flirtatious touches that he's clearly reveling in. I sit at the other side of the bar, trying not to be as obvious as I was earlier.
I'm midway through my dinner when I hear a voice. "Hey, we saw you earlier. Mind if we join?" I turn to see the two of them, smiling down at me.
"Of course."
We make small talk at the bar. We talk about where we're from. How nice the weather is. How the bartender makes a great Manhattan. When I'm wrapping up my meal he leans down to my ear. She already has her hand familiarly on my lower back.
"I saw you looking at her earlier. You want a taste? I don't mind sharing..."
I look to her, smiling bashfully, then back to him. I have to take another drink before I can say the words I want to say so badly.
"Actually... I want her and me to share you. I want to go back to your room, and she and I can suck your dick, and then I want to watch you fuck her."
The man's eyes go wide. I half expect him to reject me, or punch me. But he doesn't. Instead he smiles broadly, looking to his girl.
"Well we better go then."
The elevator ride up to their room is excruciating, full of tension. I keep my distance from him but now she's on me, her hands on my waist and back, her teeth nipping at my ear lobe.
In a blink we're in the room and she pounces on me, kissing me while he watches from the corner. She takes off my shirt and I unzip her dress, dropping it to the floor. But I keep looking at him. He's standing in the corner, watching me with quiet confidence.
He approaches us, taking off his own shirt and tossing it on the growing pile of discarded clothing. Then he puts his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees with a firm but not rough touch. She giggles at the sight. "I didn't know we were going to find you a little cocksucker today." She says playfully, running a hand through my hair. I run my hands over his jeans, nuzzling my face up against his crotch. I can feel something beneath the denim. Something powerful. I groan, looking up to her. "Please, more. Tease me. Bully me. I'm just a little cocksucker. I'm his faggot tonight."
Now he growls, and he grabs her and kisses her. "Oh this is going to be fun..."
(Part 2 Coming Very Soon...)
So in a few weeks I'm heading to Las Vegas for a very short trip - just two nights. It's not my first time, but one of the two nights I'll be alone - no friends, no supervision. Naturally my imagination has been running wild over the last few days. I've thought about taking in a show, or going to a strip club, or even trying to make my way out to a brothel.
But the show lineups are lame (seriously just Magicians and low rent comedians), strip clubs are a guarantee only that I'll waste my money, and I'm not going to waste my one free day by getting a ride an hour either way to go to a brothel in the middle of the desert.
And ultimately, that's not what I really *want* to do that day. This is what I'd rather happen.
During the afternoon I head out to the resort's pool, soak up some sun - I live in the Pacific Northwest, so clear skies and near 90 degrees is novel for me. When I'm out there I put my towel on an Adirondack chair, and there's a couple next to me. I notice her first - she's stunning. Mid to late 20's. Black curly hair. Tattoos up and down her arms and on her flat stomach. Modest breast but nice curves nonetheless. She gets out of the pool and she walks towards a man. Late 40's easily, probably over 50. He looks like a blue collar worker - a carpenter or contractor, something with his hands. He's shirtless and while he's not overly muscular his chest and stomach exude masculine strength. When she comes over to the chair she gives him a peck on the cheek and then not-so subtly squeeze his crotch through his suit.
Maybe he catches me looking, gives me a sly smile. I stay out there for a little while, but eventually the sun gets a bit much for me so I return to my room to shower and change, but I can't stop thinking about them. I wonder what they're getting up to. Eventually I decide to go back down into the casino to grab some dinner - there's a great steak spot I've heard of, and I specifically saved up money for it.
That's when I see them again, at the bar of the steak house. She's now wearing a skin tight dress, black, that ends just below her ass. He's in a short sleeve hawaiian shirt and a pair of jeans, the shirt half open and showing off that masculine chest. Her hands are all over him, flirtatious touches that he's clearly reveling in. I sit at the other side of the bar, trying not to be as obvious as I was earlier.
I'm midway through my dinner when I hear a voice. "Hey, we saw you earlier. Mind if we join?" I turn to see the two of them, smiling down at me.
"Of course."
We make small talk at the bar. We talk about where we're from. How nice the weather is. How the bartender makes a great Manhattan. When I'm wrapping up my meal he leans down to my ear. She already has her hand familiarly on my lower back.
"I saw you looking at her earlier. You want a taste? I don't mind sharing..."
I look to her, smiling bashfully, then back to him. I have to take another drink before I can say the words I want to say so badly.
"Actually... I want her and me to share you. I want to go back to your room, and she and I can suck your dick, and then I want to watch you fuck her."
The man's eyes go wide. I half expect him to reject me, or punch me. But he doesn't. Instead he smiles broadly, looking to his girl.
"Well we better go then."
The elevator ride up to their room is excruciating, full of tension. I keep my distance from him but now she's on me, her hands on my waist and back, her teeth nipping at my ear lobe.
In a blink we're in the room and she pounces on me, kissing me while he watches from the corner. She takes off my shirt and I unzip her dress, dropping it to the floor. But I keep looking at him. He's standing in the corner, watching me with quiet confidence.
He approaches us, taking off his own shirt and tossing it on the growing pile of discarded clothing. Then he puts his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees with a firm but not rough touch. She giggles at the sight. "I didn't know we were going to find you a little cocksucker today." She says playfully, running a hand through my hair. I run my hands over his jeans, nuzzling my face up against his crotch. I can feel something beneath the denim. Something powerful. I groan, looking up to her. "Please, more. Tease me. Bully me. I'm just a little cocksucker. I'm his faggot tonight."
Now he growls, and he grabs her and kisses her. "Oh this is going to be fun..."
(Part 2 Coming Very Soon...)
