Hot Tub In Vegas

Well it has been a while. The funny thing about living is it gives less time for writing. All participants are over 18 years of age.

Las Vegas, also known as Sin City. I did not think I would care for it, but that was where the concert was, so we four piled into two cars and took off into the desert for a short weekend on the strip. I didn't get to ride with you, but I didn't mind so much as I got to spend the time talking with a good friend. We got to catch up and talk about the weekend to come. By the end of the ride though, we were ready to spill out of the vehicle and into the AirBnB. As expected, you found us a great one. Big kitchen, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Honestly much more than we needed, but it was the best one that came with what I wanted, a hot tub.

The rest of that afternoon was recovery. Simple meals, shopping for supplies, a little TV as a group, and some hot tub time with my you and my friend. And of course some drinking. I confess at this point, I had had a few thoughts about what I would like to do to you in the bedroom, idle thoughts about hushed blowjobs and fingering while I clapped a hand over your mouth. You have been notoriously difficult to seduce in strange places, in fact you have been resistant to a number of kinky ideas, and I am happy to respect that, but fantasy is always fun to play in. And I can't say it isn't fun to lead you to the new experiences one by one.

So imagine my surprise when you catch me in the bedroom as I exit the bathroom, and you wrap me in your arms and kiss me, or my pleasure at hearing you lean in and whisper that you want to get in the tub just the two of us after everyone goes to bed, with a nibble on my ear and a hushed "viva Las Vegas!" We spent a few hurried minutes groping and making out, with your hands on my rapidly stiffening cock, and mine grabbing your breasts as I pushed you against the door jamb. I felt ready to strip you down there and then but you pulled back and insisted we wait. The time could not pass fast enough after that. Only one more episode of whatever we settled in to watch as a group, which seemed to last hours, and thankfully that was all it took for the other two guests to turn in.

We waited in the living room, with me alternating between watching the hallway for signs of movement and watching you, our hands slowly, teasingly touching ourselves. Waited for the bathrooms to be empty and the bedroom doors to be closed before we went out back. I was in my bathing suit, but you had made a detour to grab yours, for reasons I cannot understand, as you then walked onto the back patio in your street clothes. I had a feeling you were willing to be pushed and commanded you to strip. On the back patio, surrounded by neighbors in a strange home, exposed to anyone curious to see who was using this private tub, you didn't even wait for me to finish giving the order. First the top, then the bra, exposing your soft breasts to the night air, knowing I can't help but stare. I grabbed you close then and pulled you tight, bending down to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking and teething gently while you first tried to run your hand through my hair and then pushed me gently away before your oversensitive body betrayed you. By then I had undone the knot in your sarong and it came away with me leaving you in your soon to be discarded panties.

I do not know how you thought the night would go, and I probably never will. Once you were nude before me, lit only in the soft single back porch light, I didn't think much about what you wanted. I knew I was going to use you. I watched you climb the stair and slip into the tub to sit on the ledge opposite the entrance, and knew I was going to take advantage of this bold step you had taken. Soon I was stripped and climbing in with you. There was no more foreplay. I stood in front of you and you knew exactly what I wanted, opening your mouth to hungrily take me inside your throat. The heat of the water rose up, keeping off any chill in the air, warming your body and hands that you were running up my legs to my backside, encouraging me to move up even as I did so. I pushed further into your mouth as I stood closer, and as a result I pushed your head back bit by bit until it was pressed back against the wall the hot tub was cornered against. You couldn't move your head, couldn't turn away as I kept pushing, couldn't back away as I planted my cock in your throat up to the base. I could feel you moaning around it, feeling the vibrations surrounding me as I held my self inside your throat. Ten seconds. Twenty. A half a minute before I pulled back and let you catch your breath. The whole time watching as you gasped for air and turned up to me with a desperate need shining in your eyes.

I grabbed your head with both hands, tilted your mouth towards me once again, and turned your throat into a cheap sex toy. The next half hour was a sloppy mess of me ramming myself into your throat, keeping your head pushed back against the wall, held still between my hands. Periodically I stopped, pulled out and let you cough up spit and precum, tilted your head up and draped my balls into your mouth so I could enjoy the view of my hard dick laying across your face. So I could enjoy watching it dribble precum into your hair. Periodically I would ram myself to the hilt again and watch your eyes water as you looked up at me and tried to breathe around my thick member cutting off your air. Feel you try to milk me as you resist pushing me away until you can't help it. By the time I was ready to move on, your chin was covered in drool, tracking down your neck and onto you chest before being washed away by the steamy water.

I backed up then, sat on the shallowest step near the entrance and pulled you onto my lap, I wanted you to be more than just a passive participant for this next part. Making you ride me, fucking in the open air when you are so shy and reserved any other time, made me throb in anticipation. I wanted you to give in to it and be the slut you wanted to be for me. So I pulled you to straddle me, and lined myself up with your hot slit while you kept yourself steady with your hands holding on the to edge, and slid down onto me. Pool water isn't the best lubricant to it was tortuously slow to sink down to the hilt, and you found quickly what motions felt the best for you, grinding instead of bouncing, moving your hips in tight circles, mashing our bodies together. Once you had your rhythm, you did not hesitate to try and cum. All I had to do at first was hold on to your hips as you rocketed towards your first orgasm.

I reached up to pull your head into my neck, giving you something to cry into while you did so, trying to muffle the noises you couldn't help but make. Soon your screaming turned to whimpers and you settled down to catch your breath. While you recovered and we had a relative stillness in the waters, I wrapped an arm around your waist and held you to me. I told you to go slow, partially out of a desire to draw the event out, partially to keep you from being too loud, and partially so I could talk to you without you being too worked up to comprehend it. I gripped your hair and pulled your head out of the crook of my neck, making you look at me, and I called you my Vegas whore. I told you I knew you would be happy to put on a show once you got out here, and asked you how many people you thought heard you out here in the yard. How many people heard you cum and just chuckled knowing that's what you were supposed to be doing while you were out on the strip? I asked you if minded if they were watching while I was ramming my cock into your throat, and you just moaned out a drawn out confirmation before telling me I could do it again if they wanted to see more.

I pulled your hair hard, snapping your head back, and pulled your waist down to grind your clit against me, told you not to stop fucking me, and you of course obliged. My good public fuck toy wouldn't dream of stopping, and I made a point to tell you. At this point, I do not know if you were actually hearing me any more. You moaned out in pleasure again and your hips started moving of their own accord. But this was as much for me as you and I didn't let up on the profanity. I told you I wanted to you to ride me, to put on a show about how much you loved my cock, and how much you loved serving it. Show them you want to cum any way I want you to, and to let me do everything I want to you. I told you I wanted to walk you around the strip without your clothes, covered only in a faceful of cum, and that set you off on your second orgasm, this time with my hand barely clamped onto your mouth to shut you up, for all the good it did. And as soon as you came back down to Earth from that high, you grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers into your mouth, sucking three at a time, trying to take them into your throat.

By now you were much too far gone to be allowed to be on top. I knew the next time you came there would be no shutting you up like this, nor would you be able to stop yourself from wildly bucking, no matter the circumstances. So I pushed you up and off, and with a little assistance for your wobbly legs, helped you out of the tub. We grabbed our things and streaked inside through the house, praying nobody was up inside.

Once in our bed, I pushed you down and sat on your chest. I held your hands over your head and leaned over you, dangling my cock in front of your mouth. Well, I tried to but you leaned up as best you could and pulled me in immediately. It was all I could do to not fall forward into your mouth before catching myself. I didn't want to be up here long, I didn't want to cum like that. I told you how proud I was of you though, while you tried to swallow more and more of me. Told you I was proud of my little slut for not hesitating to submit outside. Told you I wasn't done with you yet, and that I wanted you to cum until you couldn't think. And finally I slid down your body until I was between your legs.

As soon as I was, you opened wide, pulling your knees to your chest and giving me access to your pussy once again, leaving yourself open for me to guide myself in while you reached down and spread your lips apart. With no water in the way, I slipped inside immediately, and ground down into you while I grabbed your thighs and pinned them to your chest, keeping you from flailing about or moving them. In this position, I could easily get my knees under me, and pin you down, keep you folded against the mattress so I could treat your pussy like a fleshlight. And I did. I drove myself into you as hard as I could, keeping you in place as I fucked my little slut like the toy she was. For a time, I was shortening my strokes just enough so our bodies never touched, making the only contact between our bodies the union of our sexes, and the hands holding you in place, waiting for you to whine and complain that you wanted more before I slammed down into you once again.

Eventually I let you go and laid back on top of you, wrapping one arm around your neck and one around your ass, my fingers reaching under you to probe your tight hole. I love the way you gasp and beg for more when I do it, never directly saying what you want, but begging me to use you however I want, knowing I am going to plunge a finger into your asshole. Despite the ideas filling my head about giving you more, about opening that last hole up and filling it with more than a finger, I stayed content to grind our hips together and tease your backdoor, asking you if you wanted to do everything I want, if you're a toy to be used, a toy to get me off, verbally winding you up to an orgasm I had been denying you with my selfish fucking. Finally, you came for the last time, clenching your holes around the invaders I had forced inside you. With that I slowly pulled out, and lifted myself off you. You couldn't catch your breath, couldn't focus, couldn't speak. It was perfect, exactly what I wanted for you.

I kissed you tenderly and told you I was going to get mine now, shifting around so I was straddling your head, facing down to look at your glistening body. I pushed my cock into your throat again and propped myself up on one hand while the other teased your breasts, pinched your nipple, plunged my fingers into your sopping wet pussy. I didn't have a specific plan, I just needed you revitalized enough to serve me, and when you began sucking in earnest, I let you. I looked down to languish in the sight of myself disappearing into your mouth again. I savored the feeling of every inch deep inside your throat, holding myself down until you started to struggle before letting up to watch the drool span the gap I left between us for you to breathe.

But soon enough I sit up and plant my ass onto your face, delighted to feel you waste no time in driving your tongue into me. With my hand slowly stroking my spit covered cock, I let you work your tongue in me, let you lick and spit and rim me with the kind of abandon only a night of kinky fucking can breed. I felt you as you tried to pull me open with your hands, gripping my ass tight and give yourself more room to tongue fuck me as I stroked myself off to my own much needed release, something you felt raining down on your exposed body.

And with that you let me go and began running your hands over yourself, smearing it into your skin, never stopping your oral work. I watched you revel in the mess as I ground my ass onto your face just a little longer, enjoying the dirty pleasure as I came down off my high, before finally collapsing next to you. I couldn't do much else by then, my body wracked in the spasms of a hard earned orgasm, but I didn't want to do anything besides watch you rub my cum in, scooping as much as you could off of you to bring to your lips while you used a hand to touch yourself, the acts of which combined to bring you to your own self induced orgasm.

We laid there for a while, gasping and panting for breath, our only point of contact being a held hand, the best cuddling we could muster without overheating, or having to move much. Eventually, we straightened out, we got the covers sorted, the lights put out, and slid into bed, smelling of the cum you didn't want to wash off.