Escort Confessions: Vegas Nights

Racquel Darrian in Escort Confessions: Las Vegas Nights

Racquel had received an incredible financial offer, in writing, to entertain an old Las Vegas billionaire for the night, under one condition: she must perform every sexual whim he asks of her without question or hesitation. Any deviation from such an agreement would nullify the $10,000 offer.

Once it was confirmed there would nothing illegal on the menu, Racquel eagerly agreed. She was then sent specific lingerie and high heel size inquires. The next week it all arrived from Italy from one of the most expensive boutiques in Milan. Racquel was astonished. Every piece but the heels was bright pink, which were white.

She tried it all on, posing in front of the mirror, making sure her tits and ass looked absolutely perfect -- and they did. She had always adored garter belts and the one she had on at the moment was sheer elegance personified.

Racquel then sat down on her love chair and spread her legs as she admired how incredible she now looked. She then slipped her hand down her panties and imagined herself being made love to by a prince. She closed her eyes and soon brought herself to orgasm.

The following day she was sent instruction that she was to be picked up by limo and taken to the most exclusive hair and makeup salon in the city. Again, Racquel was excited beyond words. Everyone there took incredible care of her and treated her as if she was royalty. When they were done with her she looked more ravishing then she had ever looked in her life. She couldn't wait for evening to come!

Again, Racquel was picked up in the limo wearing only the lingerie, heels and a mink coat that had arrived earlier in the afternoon. Without a word, she was given the suite number keycard for a top-floor spread at the Mandalay Hotel.

She rode the elevator alone to the top and used the card to enter the room. Sitting on the bed was an old man. He introduced himself as Howard. Racquel smiled, opened her robe and let it fall to the ground. She then placed one hand on her hip, just to really show off her form. She could see Howard had a huge belly, but she was certain it wouldn't interfere with tonight's activities. She'd had bigger guys than Howard on top of her - she could handle it.

Impressed, he invited her over to a small table and they sat down. Howard began eating shrimp, escargots and other exotic specialties she couldn't identify. He poured her champagne. They shared some small talk. Harold then presented her with several boxes that she knew right away was of the jewelry variety. Her pussy immediately became wet. Racquel opened each and put on the diamond earrings, belly chain and necklace. Harold nodded, stating she could keep it all, just as long as she didn't squelch on their agreement.

He then took her by the hand and sat her on the edge of the bed admiring her. He told her she looked beautiful. He sat down next to her and gently kissed her neck all over. Soon they were making out. Harold stopped for a moment, politely reached for the top of her panties and pulled them away from her body. He stared at what he could see of her pussy and gazed for several seconds, impressed.

She then ran her long, sculptured nails through what was left of his gray tufts of hair on each side. On top, he was pretty much bald. He leaned back on the bed and she undid his robe. Underneath was a white vest that looked a little filthy for her tastes. She then noticed he kind of smelled and realized her guy had probably been lying around in the same clothes for days, probably ordering room service and watching her pornos all day. She pushed the vest up over his nipples and proceeded to lick and kiss his entire chest and gut, smiling the entire time. He seemed to really enjoy being kissed. She teased his gray chest hairs, running her fingers though them as she giggled. She could feel his hard-on pressed against her, so she reached down through the opening of his silk boxes and grabbed his dick. In no time she was on her knees yanking down his shorts right down to his ankles.

Racquel then proceeded to run her tongue all over his dick and nutsack, maintaining eye contact and smiling the entire time like a true professional. After a few minutes he could take it no more. He motioned for her to climb on the bed next to him as she continued beating him off. They French kissed and soon he was spraying cum all over his stomach in ecstasy. Racquel kind thought was a bid weird since she figured he was going to bang her. Oh well, she thought. They'll be plenty of time for fucking later.

Without thinking, or even being asked for that matter, Racquel proceed to lick up all the cum off of Harold's stomach and chest. She then dutifully swallowed it all. Racquel then looked up at Harold, who seemed a bit disgusted. Perhaps he's old fashioned, she thought?

Harold then sat up and explained the first stage what he expected of her for the rest of this evening. He told her he owned several strip clubs in the city. She was to be taken to one of them and perform on stage for the regular customers and prized employees he knew would be there. Invite ONLY!

He explained he would be sitting in the back in his regular booth, watching. He then wanted to watch her perform a dance routine on stage. The usual, Racquel thought: men will come to the front of the stage and slip dollar bills into her garter belt, stockings or panties, as is the custom. What else? Oh, the locals would of course throw money onto the stage and she would be expected to crawl around on all fours picking it up like a street whore. Men loved throwing bills at her when she was on all fours, getting a birds eye view of her ass. Typical stuff, she knew the drill.

When her ex was around, he used to discourage men at the clubs from treating her like trash, but with him out of the picture she pretty much had to fend for herself these days. So this is what Harold wants, she thought? To watch her sliming on guys for five-dollar bills when she had $10,000 on ice? All right, whatever gets ya hot. Your money, pal.

Racquel was daydreaming as the limo drove past the Stratosphere away from the strip. She then realized as they were pulling up that they were in the absolute WORST part of town. The limo pulled into a trashy strip club parking lot around back. The driver got out and promptly opened the door for her, gesturing to the strip club's rear entrance. Racquel stepped out and the driver led her past a dumpster and a couple of leering dishwashers who heckled her in Spanish. Racquel and the chauffeur stepped over a black bum passed out near the backdoor entrance. He stank to high heaven and Racquel wondered for the first time what she had gotten herself into.

Once inside, she realized Harold wasn't with her. The driver explained he'd gone around front to his reserved table, but to watch him as he enjoyed playing director from his booth. He politely reached for her coat and assisted her in removing it. Standing in her lingerie and heels he then directed her to the backstage area just off from the curtain entrance. Racquel noticed there were no other strippers around. It was going to be all about her tonight! Just then, the MC announced her as Penthouse Pet of the Month and pornstar Racquel Darrian. The crowd erupted. She stepped on stage as a popular rap hip-hop number was fired up. The lights were so bright at first; Racquel could barely make out how tiny the place really was. As she broke out her smile and began circling the pole she realized it was all black guys staring back at her. She then noticed Harold sitting alone in his private booth watching the show. Racquel decided then to give these hardworking and loyal men a performance they would never forget, but remembering to look back often at Harold for approval. He continued to nod as the performance progressed, so she grew confident everything was going according to his wishes -- which was obviously to entertain his most valued regulars.

As expected, the men came to the front and began slipping bills into her panties and garter belt, taking their own sweet time doing so. Again, Racquel received the nod of approval, so she gathered up her bills, placed them on a stool and started in on another song. Halfway in, a bunch of drunk, loudmouths made their way back up to the front and began scattering the front of the stage with dollar bills. Racquel pulled off her bra and presented the men with her incredible tits. The crowd cheered. She then lay on the floor, gyrating. Eventually she spread her legs wide, raising her ass off the ground as she pretended to pout in ecstasy. She then got herself on all fours, crawling, picking up all the crumpled bills; smiling seductively at each man.

They were certainly not shy about half climbing up on-stage for a better look, that was for certain, but she could be brazen too. Racquel then rolled over on her back and spread her legs open wide as before, but this time she was so very close to the edge. The men clustered around, cheering. She then slowly pulled aside her panties and presented her pussy to them. It had a nice, full landing strip of pussy hair, but everything else was shaved. The men's faces were mere inches from her pussy. She could feel their collective breath between her legs and she found it intoxicating. She was unable to see Harold now, but as the song was ending she decided to take it to the next level. She grabbed the loudest one by the Afro and yanked him forward, holding his face against her pussy. She rubbed it in his shocked face for several seconds, laughing. Racquel then pushed away, did a little backflip and landed on her feet. The men went NUTS! She then looked back at Harold, whom she was thrilled to see beaming with pride.

Racquel knew what came next: lap dancing! One of the bouncers shouted instructions for everyone to return to their booths. After putting away her tip money she returned to the first booth and was greeted by three gangsta-looking dudes. Still with her top off, she agreed to photo ops with each one. She took turns sitting on each guy's knee, allowing them hold her tits for the pic. During the lap-dance, she made eye contact with Harold, who was now away from his booth standing close by, watching with great interest. The men were running their hands up her legs and touching her ass, cheering and laughing as they downed drinks. Harold clearly approved of the groping and the men continued to tip her accordingly. This went on for eight booths. At the end, Racquel felt pretty exhausted despite the huge smile on her face. The crowd applauded her as she waved them goodbye. Backstage, Harold handed her the mink coat and kissed her cheek, thanking her. She gathered up her huge wad of crumpled bills and stuffed them in her coat pocket.

In the parking lot they made their way to the limo. Three of Harold's most valued employees were leaning up against the back of a pleasure van. One of them Racquel recognized, as the Afro fella she'd let taste her pussy on stage. Harold led her to them and they exchanged small talk as Harold leaned back on an old car, watching. She gave Harold a glance and he nodded approvingly as he lit a cigar. One of the men, a smaller guy with curly hair, Lockjaw, opened the two rear doors to the van and offered Racquel a seat on the edge. The Afro guy, Dennis, jumped inside and pulled some beers from an icebox. Dennis and Lockjaw sat on each side of her. A taller guy, Trent, milled around in front acting kinda nervous. It was distracting Racquel, so she put her beer down and removed her mink coat. Still topless, she pulled Trent forward by his shirt and grabbed his dick, giggling. She stroked his bulge, staring up at him. The other two began running their hands all over her tits, back, shoulder and legs, saying things like, "Dang girl. You fine." Racquel then unzipped Trent. She reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his black cock. She jacked him off for a few seconds, taking her queue for Harold, who was now slowly jacking off himself. She leaned over and began sucking Trent's dick. After a few minutes she stood up and kissed Trent. She then sat him down in her place and began sucking him off yet again. This gave the other two plenty of opportunity to reach around and slip their hands inside her panties. Racquel then reached over and began unzipping Dennis. She sucked him off and then made her way over to Lockjaw. Dennis then touched Racquel on the ass, motioning for her to 'get in.' Racquel climbed inside and lay on carpet, admiring the 70's soul vibe, including a disco ball and lava lamp.

Dennis reached into a cigar box, pulling out a handful of black and gold Magnum condoms, letting them spill all over the shag carpet. He quickly slipped one on, climbed on top, pushed her panties to one side and slid his hard cock inside of her as Lockjaw and Trent each held a high-heel, spreading her open. He pulled off his t-shirt and went to work banging Racquel as his friends cheered him on. Racquel ran her hands all over his back and neck, kissing him. In no time he was blasting his load inside of her. He peeled off the condom, gave a head-nod to Harold and threw it out into the parking lot. Trent already had his condom on and was soon being cheered on by the men.

Lockjaw was next, and really took his time pumping Racquel; sucking on her tits and French kissing her. It was then that Harold heard a mumble behind him, inquiring in a gravelly voice what was going on in the van. Harold recognized the portly bum as Joe, whom Racquel had stepped over on the way into the club earlier. Joe had been hanging around back for months, eating out of the dumpster and littering the parking lot with empty vodka bottles.

Harold stepped aside and allowed Joe to watch the young black bull make love to Racquel. Trent and Dennis were sitting on the ground, bored, passing a doubie as Lockjaw tried to demonstrate to everyone what a stud lover he was. Harold was enjoying his ultimate cuckold fantasy, wondering if it could ever be topped. Just then, he noticed Joe had pulled out dick and was now slowly masturbating as Lockjaw jackhammer fucked Racquel, finally rearing his head back as he came inside of her.

Lockjaw climbed off, smiling as he yanked off his condom. Racquel and Lockjaw both then noticed the bum standing just a few feet away beating off. Racquel looked over at Harold, who nodded at Joe. Legs still open, she watched him staring at her beautiful body. She then got on all fours, smiling and made her way over to Joe. Dennis, Trent and Lockjaw watched in shock as she approached the bum. She kissed his jet black penis and he immediately stopped stroking himself. The scent of body odor was overwhelming to her, but there was a certain muskiness she found arousing. The other four men silently gathered around as Racquel licked the end of his cock. She could taste urine and sweat in her mouth as she cleaned off the head, swallowing down a couple of pubic hairs like a real pro. The men took to egging her on, telling her to "suck that nigger dick," and laughing at her as she dutifully did just that.

Joe then dropped his jacket to the ground. Racquel undid his shirt buttons with her sexy fingernails as she continued sucking away. Soon she was running her hands all over his fat belly and chest. Racquel then pulled him inside. He remained on his knees as she sucked and licked his rock hard cock. She then pulled down his pants and began licking his nuts. He lay down and she proceeded to tongue lash the old bum from the tip of his cock to the back of his ball sack. He stank of shit and sweat and God knows what else, but just kept going.

Racquel was now positioned face down with her ass pointing directly at the other men, three of which wasted no time sticking their fingers up her pussy and ass -- Harold opted to watch. Joe lay back with his eyes as big as saucers as Racquel devoured his smelly balls.

Racquel then laughed, reached for a condom, slipped it on the old guy and climbed on top. She pushed her panties to one side, slid his surprisingly big dick inside of her and rode him like a rodeo horse, looking back seductively at her onlookers. The old nigger grabbed Racquel's tits as she flung her hair back in ecstasy. The men chanted "Nigg-er! Nigg-er! Nigg-er!" over and over. After a moment he came inside of her, grimacing as he ran his dirty hands all over her waist and legs. Everyone applauded.

She then took a deep breath and kissed him on his foul smelling mouth. He smiled at her, showing her all his missing teeth. Racquel could only smile back, knowing he had been the best fuck of the night. She wouldn't tell the others that though.

In the limo drive back home, Harold stared at Racquel in awe. He was extremely impressed. He handed her another box. Inside, a pearl necklace and the cold hard cash she had been promised. Racquel thanked him.

Harold then inquired if she might be available for additional work. Without hesitation, Racquel agreed.

She spent the best part of the next hour in her circular bathtub filled with bubbles, thinking about all the anonymous black hands that had had free reign over her body for one night. Racquel toyed with her new pearl necklace around her neck. She then masturbated, thinking about riding the bum to orgasm, imagining him now crashed out behind a dumpster. Might he awaken the next morning thinking last night's epic fuck had been but a dream? She orgasmed and then wondered just how soon Harold would call upon her again...