Cathy at thirty-four years of age found herself changing jobs. Her new career was in the direct marketing of high-end cosmetics and as a new district manager; the company she worked for had flown her down to Las Vegas for a long weekend conference. After a long day of attending sales meetings, Cathy decided to hit the blackjack tables at the MGM Grand hotel where she also had a room all to herself. Dressed in a conservative but sexy black wrap dress, thick brown hair worn loose around her face, she made a pretty and welcome addition at the table she chose to join. Cathy sat down next to a trim, average looking man in his forties, who was entertaining the entire table with his theory on women visiting Vegas. "Hi, " he said, extending his hand to Cathy. "My name is Joe." Cathy took quick note of the gold band on his left hand. Joe and Cathy exchanged the usual pleasantries as they played hand after hand of blackjack and enjoyed numerous rounds of free cocktails.
"No, seriously, " he said, "I don't know why any man would pay for sex in Vegas. There are thousands of women visiting this town every day, who'd do it for free." Cathy nodded in agreement. She knew well enough that a lot of people took to heart the saying, "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." She herself had even entertained the possibility of picking up a stranger. "I propose that every woman has an inner whore inside of her and Vegas is the place to let loose," he continue, glancing over at Cathy
Joe was eager to get Cathy upstairs. He had enjoyed teasing her all evening and felt she would be game for anything. He felt they had chemistry, so he smiled at her and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "My wife will be at the Circ du Soleil show for several hours, do you want to go upstairs?"
Cathy was only somewhat startled by his proposal. They had been flirting with each other at the card table and she surely found him attractive, but didn't really think he'd test his theory on her. "I don't know how to answer that" she replied.
Joe placed one hand on her thigh and squeezed firmly. "Oh, I think you know how to answer." Joe slid his hand farther up her thigh, under the skirt of her dress, squeezing rhythmically now. "I think you know exactly how to answer," he whispered, his breath soft on her ear. "You know my theory on women in Vegas, we've been talking about it all night." He continued to squeeze and rub her thigh. "You know you have an inner whore and I think we should let her out."
"Oh God," she moaned quietly, as she felt his fingers inch under the elastic of her panties toward the soft lips of her pussy. She placed her hand on his, stopping the exploration. "Yes," she said and leaned into him, "let's go upstairs."
He grinned and removed his hand, but not before giving her thigh one last firm squeeze. "I knew you'd be up for this," he said, taking her by the hand. "Lead on baby, we'll have to use your room."
She held his hand as they walked towards the elevator. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought over and over again, the thought circulated through her mind like a perverted mantra. They were followed into the elevator by a group of rowdy college kids. Joe wedged himself into a corner and pulled Cathy back against him. He ground himself against her ass and she could feel his hard cock He held her tight against him and kissed her neck and ears from behind, his arms firm around her waist. Cathy leaned back into him, surrendering herself completely to his touch, only peripherally aware of the other occupants in the elevator.
Once in the room, Joe pushed Cathy onto the bed, more than eager to continue what had started in the elevator. "God, you're a horny bitch," he grunted roughly as he pulled at the tie of her wrap dress, kissing her roughly, his tongue deep in her mouth. The dress fell open easily and he fell forward onto her, immediately beginning work on her breasts. He sucked first one nipple then the next, in rapid succession, not bothering to remove her bra, just pulling the cups down far enough to expose the needy flesh of her large nipples. Both nipples were fully erect and sensitive to his touch. She could only respond with a loud moan. "You like that," he grunted, his mouth full. "Don't you?" He pulled his mouth away from her nipple. "You like your tits sucked, don't you?" his breath hot on her breast. " I knew you were a whore the minute I saw you." he muttered. He resumed sucking, harder this time, drawing the nipple further into his mouth with his tongue and teeth as he squeezed the other breast with his hand, his fingers pinching and twisting the nipple.
