A Slut Night In Las Vegas
Just a sample of what I do here as a resident to have fun
As a longtime resident of Las Vegas, and being a bit of a deviant and perve, I have multiple opportunities to show married women where and how to turn loose for a few hours. But I must tell you, the sexiest sight I've ever seen is a woman just letting loose and jot caring how many people see here. I know the places where visitors would never find on their own and knowing they will never see the people who watch them, gives the woman an extra inhibition while they put on their best sexy act. I advertise in only select places and get more response's than I can accommodate but let me explain this further.
You might ask why a straight-laced committed woman would do something she wouldn't ever dream of doing back at home. Well, that easy, Woman are truly the most sexual creatures on the planet. If they have the security they need, there is no limit to how far they will let themselves go, and I don't mean guards or protection, they need to know by having a little fun they won't blow their lives up and suffer those consequences. Then How do they get away long enough to have their fun? That's easy too, especially on sports weekends, woman are left alone by their want-to-be-jock husbands, and they don't like it. They've been there before, hubby joins with buddies to watch the big game, then goes out drinking himself comatose, and passes out on the bed in a pool of his own puke (Amateurs). She just says she's going to the hotel club, or to a show, or something like that.
It all starts with a simple agreement where I provide the clothing, rides, and drinks, and in return they have to give me five slutty moves in public that include flashing of five seconds each. It's something every woman knows how to do and has done in her life.
So, I start with buying them something real sexy to wear, and being in the desert, it's mostly summer dresses and short skirts with button down tops. (I now order them from Amazon and have a good size selection including panties) Then just take them out and let them ease into their night.
It starts easy enough with a suggestion that they ride with their hem up to their waist and gets going from there. They all giggle and carry on while riding with nothing covering their lower section except for their new lacy panties, but they get used to it quickly enough and we go from there. I take them to local places with drinks, music, dancing, and NO SPORTS on the TV. Each place is a bit more secluded than the last and more liberal with the rules. As they pay me back for the dress and such, I simply tell them they haven't do one more for each drink and by this time, they're having fun being naughty and a bit uninhibited by the alcohol. Then I get them dancing, and that's where the inner slut comes out, all you have to do is ask them to dance slutty for you. While they do, I lift the back of their dress to show them off, and men will join in dancing. This is what occurred this night I'm writing about, but this woman was on a mission to leave it all on the dance floor.
Her name was Becky, and she had a hidden side I didn't see at first. At 5'5" tall, 128 pounds, gorgeous C-Cup perky breath, a firm ass and fantastic legs, she could get the attention of any man, or woman, she wanted to. It quickly became evident to me that she lived her life in a very tight box, and now that she was out for a while, she was going to take complete advantage of it.
Me, I'm not anything special, not a turn off but not magic either. I'm just over 40, 6' tall, 172, brown hair and crystal blue eyes. But I do know women's fantasies and how to set things up to make them come true. Now, back to the dance floor.
We were dancing and flashing parts of her body enough to get men to whisper comments in her ear which made her laugh like a schoolgirl. A guy I know was dancing with us but behind her, his hands on her shoulders while grinding his crotch into her ass and she was enjoying it I immensely. Her hands were just floating in the air alongside her, while her body gyrated between the two of us pushing from both sides, with her moaning and groaning the entire time. He slid his hands down her arms keeping them at her side without pinning them there and I unbuttoned the top two buttons on her dress and got no resistance from her. I whispered in her ear giving her a hint of what was to happen next.
"This is Vegas, and our sluts don't wear bras."
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down as my friend took them from there and handed it to me. While putting it in my pocket he slid both hands up cupping her breasts while she was still just hanging between the two of us, and she leaned into me to speak.
"Is that all you boys want to see?"
"No dear it's not. I promised you a night as a slut, and a slut you will be."
"Good, I was getting disappointed."
"I motioned to my friend, and he danced his hands down her body until he could reach beneath her hemline and removed her panties as I held her hanging in my arms. He also took the liberty of undoing a few lower buttons up to her crotch, which meant if she walked, everyone would see her breasts and her pussy completely. I danced her back to our table and we all sat down for more drinks, us with our hands roaming and her getting fondled everywhere. She attempted to put her dress straps back up but as soon as she reached to fondle us through our pants they slid back down to her upper arms, allowing wonderful view of her breasts once again. I stared fingering her pussy as my friend massaged her clit under the table, causing her to throw her head back putting her tits on full display to others walking by.
"You guys are driving me crazy, just take me somewhere and give me what I need."
"Just the three of us, I had much higher hopes for a real slut."
"How many are you talking about?"
"How many can you handle slut?"
"Oh Hell, I'm so horny I could take on five of you guys."
