So friends, you were wondering why I had such a good time in Las Vegas, I'd love to share it all, but you know the old saying. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Let's get some perspective here.
I was so restless late one night... my curiosity and unfulfilled sex life brought me back to reading erotica on line. A sweet little redhead read my profile on the 24 hour chat site, and decided to see what I had to offer... she was so shy... what is she doing in the "secretly slutty" room I wondered, hmmm... married... 43... Red head (Hot xxx) pressure building in my pants.
What a hot night it turned out to be. Traveling on business can be draining, I know there are freaks and monsters on these sites, but I'm here, so maybe someone else out there has an empty spot they needed filled too? I private message curious georgette...she accepts... I just had to know what made her curious, this magnet pulled at my cock and made it jump as we anticipated each other's moves... was she someone I knew? This was freaky.. also stirring. At my age, this slut had made me cum so hard just chatting that I shot cum on my chin! And I remember how she laughed when I told her. I could tell what she was thinking, her typing would get all fucked up when she was Cumming.
Eventually I went on web cam and masturbated for her, and she became a cum slut of mass proportions my friends....the secret phone sex got to be too much to bear. The of rest our brief tryst was, how can I phrase this politely - a tidal wave of ups and downs, and so much cum. I was spent, and she still wanted me. Neither of us had ever strayed from our partners, save a private chat, some cum soaked panties sent to a secret address, to tie around a stiff strangers hard cock.... well a year later as her husband planned his annual hunting trip with his father, we naughtily planned a way to meet in Las Vegas.
Soon after we met we started to play truth or dare. Our minds took us places we both will remember with a blush forever. If I won, my wish was for us to meet in Vegas and consummate our relationship. Hers was for me to tattoo a "one way only" sign on my ass. She withheld her photo from me until the day she lost our dare. I thought her nervousness took over and when she turned off her cell phone blocking my contact, I didn't even know her last name; I thought I had lost her forever.
The next time I was in Los Angeles on business my postal mail arrived, a brown envelope from Canada, inside was a date written on a Google printout of Cesar's Casino, and a photo copy of two first class tickets, direct Calgary to Vegas! Fuck me; is this a photo in here too? My cock explodes in my pants as I realize she is the one in the photo she showed me months ago, the very picture of her smiling face that she claimed was of a friend, the vixen...how I had cum soaked that printout over the hard weeks and months - waiting for this weekend, dreading it, yearning for it.
Hmm, let me tell you a little story, about a dare that went? ... well, wrong or right?? - how about you decide and tell me later???
For my little cum slut... the gift of my mind....
I tell you to meet in the sports betting area in Caesar's Casino. You had finally sent me a picture so I know how to spot you. I'm doing some sports betting but can't stop looking over at you and your friend. It becomes really obvious I'm lusting after you. I tell the waitress to buy you two drinks. I finally come over and start chatting with you. We sense the anticipation of what awaits us. We start talking about partying and getting high. I tell you how I used to be such a pot head. You smile and show me your packed bowl. "Oh you are tempting me baby" I say, my hand at that point on your sexy thigh....sliding up under your skirt. You open your legs a bit so I know my touch is welcome. My hand slides up higher....touching your panties. They are soaking wet. My finger rests on your lil luv button....ticking it.... whispering in your ear. Your friend thinks I'm telling you a joke. But I'm really telling you we need to go back to my room, get high, kiss, lick, suck and fuck all night.
Heather has no idea that I know who she is and who you are baby Beth... you nasty cunt ha ha ha.... you take my hand and press it to your pussy and lean into my finger. You lick my ear and grab my cock (your friend is so high) she's off dancing with a rather big black man. Your friends secret passion oozes from her as she grinds into his obvious erection, Black on Blonde - hot combination...little does she know that Bethany has told me everything about her, and her long unfulfilled fantasy of fucking a black man. I also knew that Heather hated Beth's husband and would do anything to convince Bethany to stray from her marriage for just a weekend... after all, what happens in Vegas and all....
Heather leaves the dance floor and comes over and buys a round of shots. The waiter hands them out. I can't believe my luck.
What are they doing?
