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.