My name is Victoria Svensson.
Let me describe myself. I'm a second generation Swede in America. I'm 25 years old. I'm 5'7" tall and weigh 135 pounds. I have blond hair that brushes the tops of my shoulder blades. My nose is petite, my cheeks are high, my lips are full and plump. My eyelashes are naturally long and lush. I have permanent eyeliner and lipliner saving me some trouble when putting on my daily makeup. I have 38D breasts, a 25-inch waist, and 36-inch hips. My legs are 34 inches long. My skin is tan and smooth, all over. My fingernails are 1-inch long. And between my legs, I have a hairless 9-inch cock and large balls.
I was born Victor Svensson. My mother was a Broadway actress. I grew up around and love the theatre, so that is probably why I like to be watched. My live webcam and other ventures more than pay the day-to-day bills. I live quite comfortably because, a trust fund set up by my grandfather paid for my penthouse condo on the coast in Malibu and my candy apple red Porsche Carrera 4S Cabriolet.
I'd spent 10 days in Vegas with friends, gambling, drinking, fucking and sucking. The General Manager and the Concierge at the Venetian were close friends and my comped suite had been party central. They sure know how to treat a lady. Of course, there was no forced early checkout time for me, so when I awoke Sunday morning, I brushed my teeth, washed my face and put on a little eyeshadow and some lipstick, so I would be presentable.
I had already prepared a stack of envelopes with varying amounts of cash, ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars, as tips for all of the staff that had been so wonderful to me during my stay. I would leave them with Robert, the Concierge, with instructions for them to be distributed after my departure.
I had slept in the nude, so I just dropped my robe, got in the ensuite hot tub at around 10:00 am, and ordered breakfast and a Bloody Mary. I had instructed room service to just knock once and then let themselves in.
When I heard the server enter the suite and announce, "Room service!" I called out, "In here!"
As requested, it was Renaldo, a gorgeous hunk of a Latino with wavy black hair and dark eyes. He had been such a sweetheart the last week, looking out for me and had more than earned the $2,500 tip I planned to leave him. I was hoping to get his tip, and a little more, if you know what I mean, before I left.
"Ahh, good morning Miss Svensson! I'm so sorry to see you leaving, today."
"I'm sad to be leaving. You've been wonderful. Would you be a doll, please, and just leave the cart over there and bring me my Bloody Mary?"
He was being a gentleman and trying not to stare at my boobs above the waterline. In my experience, the staff here is very professional and never assumes anything about a guest, especially one who is so close to the GM and Concierge.
"Here you are. Will there be anything else, Miss Svensson?"
"Come a little closer."
He stepped right up to the edge of the hot tub.
I turned over and rested my boobs on the ledge and reached towards the bulge in his pants, stopping barely an inch away. "May I?" Not wanting to presume anything.
The look in his eyes said yes before he even nodded his head ever so slightly.
I traced the outline of his penis from its base up to his belt, which I then unbuckled. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. As I pulled them down, I reached around and squeezed his rock hard ass. I hooked my thumbs in the side of his skimpy briefs and slowly exposed a beautiful 8-inch erection. He, too, was shaved. I liked that. I stared at it and then looked up into his eyes and ran my tongue around my lips.
He pushed his pants and briefs down below his knees. I pulled his cock towards my titties and rubbed the precum moistened tip around my areolae and nipples.
I started to slowly pump my hand up and down around his warm hard shaft and pulled him to my waiting, painted lips. I heard him moan. With my other hand, I began stroking myself below the waterline.
I kept up a smooth rhythm of sucking and milking as the drooling end of his cock oozed out a running supply of my favorite appetizer. I kept this up for about ten minutes as his warm slime continued to slide onto my tongue and down my throat. I started to bob my head faster and further down his pulsing erection.
I wrapped my hands around his thighs, and pulled him toward me. I pushed him back, and brought him in. Eventually, I was taking almost all of his cock in my mouth.
His hand twisted gently into my hair, the other stroked the side of my neck. Anyone else and that would have been a problem, but I actually found the gesture to be kind of nice. He wasn't forcing or holding me, just touching.
Unbeknownst to him, I too, was rock hard and kept squeezing and pumping my shaft.
He could sense my eagerness as I increased the depth to which I was taking his glistening shaft. I was almost impaling myself on it as I cupped his swollen balls in my other hand. As I rolled his big balls gently in my hand, I could feel them start to draw up towards his body.
Then I felt him start to flood my mouth. His erupting cock plastered the walls of my mouth with his musky thick cream. I loved the feel of it spitting against the warm lining of my cheeks and then settling on my tongue. I could taste the slight salty manly flavor of his potent semen as it filled my mouth. I swallowed several shots before any could escape the confines of my bloated cheeks. I pumped away at his shaft and gently massaged his balls as I attempted to coax as much cum from him as I could. It was a big load.
His knees had buckled when he came and he was holding onto the side of the hot tub when I let his softening penis slip from my lips.
I then stood to reveal my package, which had been hidden until now. His expression was one of surprise.
"Miss Svensson, I did not know." Not accusatorially, just honestly. His eyes were glued to my stick.
I showed him the load of cum, still in my mouth. The taste and texture arousing me tremendously. He watched me speed up my stroking. I watched him watching me. Then with a few more strokes, I blasted one, two, three, four, five large shots of cum into the hot tub. The globules floating and sinking, swirling around in the jets. Oops, I would have to throw a few hundred more in the envelope for Maria, in housekeeping.
"Thank you, Renaldo, that will be all."
"Thank you, Miss Svensson. I hope you cum at the Venetian, again, soon." And he left.
I jumped in the shower to wash off the cum that had clung to my legs in the hot tub. I then gathered my things. Being that there was very little space in the Porsche, I would have everything delivered home by courier, just as I had done from home. Not to mention that I had done some shopping while in Vegas and picked up a couple of new outfits. I would leave one behind, that was from home, for Maria, that she had been particularly fond of. It should fit her nicely, as we were of similar size and build.
It was a nice afternoon and I had plans for the drive home. I would be going topless (the car, that is). I completed my makeup, applying several coats of mascara to my lashes and a fresh layer of lipstick, to replace that which I had left on Renaldo's cock.
I was going to wear red lacy panties, a matching push-up bra, a matching garter belt, ultra-sheer 10 dernier black stockings, a black leather miniskirt, that would expose my stocking tops, a pair of red 4-inch Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals, and a white linen blouse. The sandals would pose no problem, since I had tons of practice driving in them. I have to admit, it was a very slutty look.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and put on some large silver hoop earrings, two in each ear. I threw some essentials in my Gucci clutch (lipstick, perfume, license, cash & credit cards, cell phone, etc., and some special items to-be-revealed later).
The valets had my car waiting when I got to the lobby. I said my goodbyes to Robert and pulled out into traffic.
As soon as I got on the open highway, I began my plan. My Carrera sits so low that anyone in a vehicle other than a small sedan can see my lap. SUVs, trucks, and especially 18-wheelers can easily observe me.
I hiked up my tiny skirt, pulled my panties down to my knees and released my cock, framed by the lace and straps of my garter belt. I had enough buttons unfastened on my blouse that my red bra and cleavage were on display.
Most people don't even bother to look at the vehicles passing them on the left, however my red sports car usually caught their eye, providing me with the attention I craved. Higher vehicles got the added bonus of seeing my cock sticking up, now firmly gripped with my right hand.
I received looks of shock, disgust, delight, lust. What I couldn't palate were looks of indifference. I needed a reaction to spur me on. If I got any affirmative feedback, I would match their speed for a while and show them what I had. I would slowly slide my grip up and down my rod and display myself for their viewing pleasure. After 5 or 10 miles, I would speed ahead in search of my next audience. I loved the short toots and long blasts of approval on their air horns from appreciative truckers.
I pulled alongside of a cute trucker, hauling a tanker. His first expression was surprise. Then his ear-to-ear grin told me I had to perform. I grabbed the base of my shaft and waggled it towards him. I flashed him a smile with my perfect, pearly white teeth, winked at him and pursed my lips. He opened his mouth and let his long tongue hang out like a panting dog in the summer heat, then curled it into a hotdog bun shape as he withdrew it into his mouth.
He started shifting around in his seat, which offered him a perfect view, apparently trying to free his own dick. When he settled down, I could tell from the motion of his shoulders and arm, that he was jerking off to my show. I continued to slowly stroke myself, rolling my fist over the head of my cock, collecting precum and using it for lubrication.
He was having trouble keeping his eyes on the road and on me, simultaneously and swerved onto the shoulder and into my lane several times. I continued to tease him, pumping my meat and licking my licks. I pulled my left tittie out of my bra and pointed my nipple at him, squeezing the meaty part of my breast and flicking my nipple with my tongue.
He was whacking off fast and furiously. And after about ten minutes (what staying power he had), I saw a stream of white goo shoot up and over his steering wheel. He nearly lost control as he scrambled for a towel or something to wipe up the mess. I received a very long blast as I sped off.
