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CD Rebeca Vegas Play Pt 1

Note to readers and fans. These Vegas Play stories are about my time in Las Vegas between age about 19 1/2 to 25. I frequently discuss these times with people, and they turn me on so much, I am long overdue sharing these stories. These were almost as formative for me as my first experiences and still define me in many ways and they are fucking hot! Enjoy and comment. As with the first in this series, there may be a few disparities with a few other stories, and some names, locations and other details are omitted or purposefully changed. If there is a conflict, please forgive me. Thanks and dump a load on me, I mean my past!!


CD Rebeca Vegas Play Pt 2

A cool Saturday-night March breeze blew a refreshing gust up my skirt and over my moist ass as I strutted in my heels along my personal walk of shame away from The Lounge. I was 86'd for the night for breaking their rules and having a quick suck and fuck in the men's room. Still, as I walked, I reflected that I would have regretted not doing it far more then I did at that moment.
My high-heels click-clacked and echoed off the office walls and doorways as I reached the parking lot wher I had parked before going into The Lounge. My car was toward the middle of the vast Commercial Center square-shaped parking lot. As I walked over the pavement and up my parking lane a car drove slow toward me in what I recognized as "cruising speed" and the driver had his window open. He looked me over as he passed and then he stopped a car-length past me and I heard him put his car into reverse and back up. I paused, alert and nervous. I was quickly analyzing if this was going to turn into a police problem or something worse. I was somewhat traumatized after past experiences in Hollywood's famous Santa Monica Boulevard criusing area and the police issues I'd experienced a few years before.

In L.A. only weeks after I'd gotten my driver's license I met an older guy, who had me call him Darrin. We met in an arcade after I'd sucked him off through a glory hole. Then we met again in an adult theater as I got a train pulled on me. Later that night we went to his place, my mom was on a double shift, started having some serious play that kept going over the next year. He and I explored many fantasies including having me pose as a call gurl at his home and then later as a street-walking whore. We loved going though the seductive act of solicitation and satisfying him as a paid gurl. As a street whore I would wear a super-short skirt, a puffy coat, boots or comfortable pumps, pantyhose if he was into tearing them open that night, but usually stockings and garter belts, and a cheap tight top. I looked at little too authentic, and what he called "a perfect whore."
This street-whore play was relatively tame for the first ten times or so. We used roads in west L.A. and then open parking in nice residential neighborhoods while I serviced Darrin as if he was a client. He would pay or gift me really cheap amounts to make it even hotter. What I mean is that we both got off on how degrading it was for me to be a whore, so he'd pay me $20 for a BJ and no more than about $50 for a "half 'n half" - a suck and fuck. We would even get a little rough and non-consentual some times, him being turned down for a fuck after I was sucking him off, and them him wrestling me into position and then Darrin tearing open my pantyhose and "taking" what he wanted deep and hard. It was very hot and super kinky, but we both wanted to act out the fantasy among real whores.
To intensify our play, Darrin chose the Santa Monica area because there was less police and far less actual weirdos and d**gged-out street people. I privately suspected he'd been a regular patron to the area and the whores, but he said was safer than Hollywood Boulevard and there were tons of places to act out the deal after he picked me up.
We did it about ten times on Santa Monica Boulevard and each time it was a rush for varying reasons. One time I got cruised by two college guys and another time a well known Black L.A. Laker player, who was drunk or high or something, cruised me and almost wouldn't take no for an answer. About the 20th time there was a real-live arrest of a working girl and a client three cars up and right in front of us. That really freaked us out. It didn't stop us, we went two blocks over and finished our sex, but it freaked us out. The sex was really hot that time. The roleplay was really kinky and exciting. Using Santa Monica Boulevard added something to it. The road was the closet thing to a red-light zone in L.A.
When we played out this fantasy we typically met someplace after I was already dressed up and then he drove to Santa Monica Boulevard, then he'd let me out away from actual whores, and I'd walk about one block. Then he'd pick me up at the next corner or two and we'd both get the rush of doing the negotiation and making him "prove" he wasn't a cop by showing me and letting me handle his cock, usually totally hard, through his window in full view of others in the area and passing cars. I looked very authentic and found myself absolutely loving this roleplay more than most others I'd done in the past. Plus Darrin, always had me keep the money and buy new kinky clothes and makeup. I kind of needed it. During the week I worked nights as an office custodian and would get dressed at the last office and either meet Darrin at his house or at an arcade or theater. Often we'd develop fantasies that we would play out on the boulevard
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Years later in the Las Vegas Commercial Center parking lot I was freaked out because my play with Darrin on Santa Monica Boulevard reawakened my instinctive memory of nearly altering and ruining my life. By the time I met Darrin I'd had my driver's license for just under a year. Over the next year we played a lot and very hard. Then, one night Darrin wanted to meet on the strip without having ridden over together. We both thought the lack of being together before the roleplay would add more "heat" to it. So, we decided to change the typical way we'd been doing things. Darrin had me just park at a specific road and at a specific time and then he'd picked me up like always. This was far more hot because I was totally in-role the whole time- I wasn't getting dropped off and then getting back into the same car to suck his dick. It was a subtle difference but it made things so much hotter. This worked great about four times and then on the fifth time it was almost a disaster.
Darrin was in a wreck on his way over. With no cell phones at the time, I had no idea he was not just running a few minutes late so I kept walking. I got cruised and turned down about ten different guys, three of them twice. Darrin was over an hour late when I was almost back to my car and giving up for the night. Then a good looking guy in his 40's solicited me and I decided to just do it once with a different guy - I wanted to get paid for sex as a street-walking whore for real. The "John" knew I was a "gurl with something extra" and I earned $60 for a very quick BJ from a hot married cock. The rush of the role play was nothing compared to a real prostitution experience. But, as my first "John" dropped me off and I was out of his car, an unmarked police car pulled him over and one of the cops had me stop in place. I'd rinsed with Listerine, so I felt confident that evidence was very limited and that I could get out of this, but adrenaline shot though me and I began a minor panic attack - who wouldn't? Long story short, seriously this took about a half hour, the cop warned both of us and reaffirmed what Darrin had told me, which was: unless they caught you in the act or you were dumb enough to admit it, the L.A.P.D. wouldn't arrest you. At least that night, Darrin was right. I got a warning and a "nice" reminder from the officer that I young and had no record and didn't need the money enough to screw up my whole life. He warned me away from Santa Monica and Hollywood Boulevard's and told me he'd be looking for me, and the I needed to go home before he called my mother- seriously!
I was so scared that I did as told and didn't play at all until the next weekend at a theater. Darrin was hurt bad and his accident actually ended all of our play.
The "bug" to play or even be a streetwalking whore, just for kicks, was still there. The real experience with the "John" was so hot. I would replay it as I played with myself or sucked off guys in mall rest rooms.
A full month later, I parked near Santa Monica Boulevard and put myself to work. Adrenaline coursed through me as I stepped away from the relative safety of my car to the street. The first night I sucked six guys, got fucked three times, and came twice, including from a huge Mexican cock fucking my tight twinky bubble butt-ass. It was a Thursday. Like a fiend, I was hooked on this new thrill.
I went back Friday, Saturday, and on Sunday, the same cop recognized and then "caught" me getting out of a car of a repeat offender he knew. He caught me slick-assed, freshly raw-fucked, cum running out of my fuckhole, and lipstick smeared. He also caught me with almost $500 in my purse and ten unused condoms. This time he let the guy go and took me in.
Again, long story short, he scared me straight this time. Never-minding the details, he handcuffed me, arrested me, took me in, put me in a holding tank for three hours and then pulled me out to avoid blemishing my record and then drove me out to my car. His point was made. I had things very good compared to those in the tank and needed to comply with his "suggestions." Oddly, he didn't confis**te the money or anything else.
And for about a year I stayed away, but the excitement was undeniable. I drove the boulevard as a guy several times, even picking up a cute Latina TS once and a really petite and really gorgeous older black Top/Dom TS who ruined me with her thick uncut nine inches in her apartment. Expensive, but worth it.
Over several nights, instead of going to the arcade or theater, I cruised. I saw the gurls and fantasized and excited myself seeing the Johns, often jerking off as I drove.
One night I went by dressed up and almost got out for a couple of quick tricks, but drove home instead. A week later I got out of the car and sucked and fucked for bargain prices. I had so much fun. I was "hooked" (yes a bad pun) again and vey deeply. The next night, a Saturday, I went back to the boulevard and got caught by the same cop again.
This time he caught me, cock in my ass, bent over a rear fender as a fit thick-cocked Cali-Mex guy came, I wrongly thought in a condom, deep up my ass. Somehow the guy had put it on, then slipped it off and fucked me. When the lights flashed, the guy displayed spectacular control and agility and ran off, abandoning his car and I was snagged as I spilled out the bastard's raw-fuck cum out my ass and onto the sidewalk. The cop handcuffed me, searched me, un-handcuffed me and had me wipe off my ass. Then he re-handcuffed me, read me my rights, and put me in the back of the same fucking cop car I'd been in about a year to the day before. I felt terribly stupid and actually ashamed of myself for insulting his previous kindness of not arresting me the first time. I expected this to be the end. The next time I hooked I would "need" to. I freaked out and I think he noticed.
Instead of putting me in the tank and processing me, he drove his car up into the hills and talked to me, eventually winding back down into the city area. As he drove he asked me what my problem was and said he wasn't quitting Vice duty any time soon, so he wanted to know why I was doing this. I told him how hot it made me and how I often "did it" for free in arcades and adult theaters with total strangers. This genuine set of answers seemed to amuse him and then the more detailed I got, it actually seemed to turn him on. I saw him shift around to deal with his hard cock the way I'd seen dozens of guys and myself do.
Again, the short version, the cop pulled off into a closed shopping plaza, got out and let me out and then continued asking me questions. Now he was looking me over. "You look good, very feminine, and your voice is nearly perfect. I am impressed."
I thanked him and smiled a bit, and flirted with my legs and ass a bit, the leaned up against his car in a submissive and feminine manner, one knee straight, one bent and exposing my upper thigh.
He asked me more questions and then explained that he liked being on Vice duty because of the wide latitude he had to do his job. He towered over me, his shoulders as high as the top of my red-wigged head. He opened his pants revealing a thick meaty cock with a few stringy blonde and graying hairs. Then he pushed me, lightly but firmly, down into a deep squat, arms behind me and handcuffs still in place. I knew what he expected and leaned into him as he made me suck him off.
I went down his ample white cock loose and sucked him tight on the way up, pulling his cum out with perfection. I think I made him cum in about four minutes, definitely no more than that, and using no hands. My own cock hardened and popped out of my panties and rubbed against my tight wine-red and cum-stained miniskirt.
After answering all of his questions, we were both horny and this cut the tension. We both chuckled a bit as I swallowed but then spit a bit. He held a bottle of water and had me rinse out, then told me he was going to take me back to my car. He added that I would stay locked up until we got there for appearances and also to remind me of how not-fun it was to be in the rear of a cop car. Finally, he added that "Obviously our little play-day has to remain a secret."
About five long silent minutes of driving later he broke the silence, chuckling as he said, "That's the first time I did anything with a gurl like you. I have seen those gurls for years and you are the first. Huh."
I said, "Thanks, I guess. I have been many guy's first gurl."
Then two long minutes later he added, with another chuckle, and looking at me in the rear-view mirror, "You're pretty good at that."
I paused a moment and then joked back, "If you like that you should try my ass."
That night he told me to stop walking the streets and prostitution altogether as he unlocked me. He also rather kindly added, "You are too young and you don't need to. You are too pretty and are out here with the worst people in LA County, and," as the cuffs came off, "I don't want to see you end up like so many other lost people." I promised this time I would. I meant it. He dropped me off and took my brand new cell number.
A few days later, mid-week and while I was in an adult theater, the cop called and told me to meet him up in the same plaza I'd blown him in an hour later. I was excited, and reminded him I was dressed. He said, "I know, I saw you go in the theater. Now, stop sucking some old guys flaccid cock and meet me at..."
An hour later I was bent over, his pre-cum in my mouth and his full load shooting in my ass.
Over the second half of my senior high-school year he and I did a little mit of everything - handcuffs, a police "t" shaped club, and went from a clean condommed quickie off the street, to deep raw fuck sessions in cheap motels, often with him and I cumming multiple times. Most of our play was on his "off" days. The "cop" thing was pretty hot and overshadowed my desire for street-hooker play. In general I slowed my cross-dressing and actually had a girlfriend, who though I was "Sexually amazing and creative." But I was never totally satiated and still played CD sex with the cop and occasionally at the arcades. That spring I graduated and the girlfriend went away, moving to NorCal. So, I resumed CD play, and relieved a sense of loss and personal failure with nasty CD sex after my custodial job. The cop and I played well into the summer when he noticed something was wrong and told me he was ending our fun. He told me I had a lot going for me and needed to straighten out and move on from this part of my life and get out of L.A. So, mostly on the cop's advice, I was joined Air Force that fall to "straighten out."

Two and a half years later, in Las Vegas, cast out of a tranny-whore club for having casual sex in the men's room and on my walk of shame to my car, the whole experience of being arrested and handled by police rushed back in a second. A nice car circled around after passing me and slowed as he approached and as the guy reached me he smiled. I knew I was being cruised and my ass quivered as my adrenaline coursed through me in that almost forgotten manner. I was a mess and a conflict of fear impulses and raw sexual lust exploded throughout my being for several seconds, then I calmed down and reminded myself I was in Sin City and nothing more then a spec on a blip of any possible law enforcement within ten miles. Literally the only peopel that cared about me fucking or sucking for dirty cash was that guy and me.
Now collected, I smiled back and said, "Hi, whatcha doin'?"
He was blunt and it turned me on. He smiled and answered, "Looking for someone like you."
I stopped and he pulled up to my left side. I was close enough to his window to see his shirt was out of his pants and covering his crotch. I attempted to get him to proposition me saying, "What do you want a gurl like me for?" Then adding, "What's going on under the shirt?"
"Not much," He said a bit quick.
"Oh. If its not much I may not be interested." I said in a smart-assed and coy manner with a smile. He was without words, so I went on to push things along saying, "Are you looking to have a good time?"
He lit up and looked directly at my eyes and said in an excited manner, "Yes. That's exactly why I'm looking for a girly-boy like you."
"Can you prove you are not a cop?" I asked with a smile, but shifting my eyes from his eyes to his crotch.
He said, "Yeah, sure, what do you want me to do?" and showed himself to be a novice with street-whore deal making.
I stepped over to his door and said, "You gotta let me see it and touch it."
He smiled and said, "Oh, ok, here you go." Then he moved his shirttails to expose a respectable and girthy six and a half inches of cut cock.
I reached in his window and slow-stroked him hand-job style as I continued sealing the deal. "So, how much can you spend and what do you want to do?"
He was thrilled by my hand and said, "I haven't done this in a long time...damn that feels good..."
I smiled back and said, "Of course it does, I am really good at everything, so what can you spend and what do you want to do?" I tightened my grip on his cock a bit and stroked him a bit faster and to full erection. If I kept going, I silently bet myself I could earn a blast of cum in probably about a minute or two.
He stammered a bit and said, "I, ah, I ah, wanna, ah have sex...with you."
I smiled at him, his necessary offer made. The I surveyed the parking lot for police or unusual activities and, seeing none, I smiled back at him saying, "Geeze, that is a nice cock. I fucking love the feel of your cock in my hand," as a final measure to show entrapment if there was a recorder working. Then I really slowed my stroke as I made him my service offers. "So did you want a blowjob, a straight fuck, or a half'n'half?"
"What's a half and half?" he asked, his mature voice now filled with a youthful lust.
"Half suck, half fuck, but you do me, I ain't topping you."
'Oh, uh, topping? No, I want to fuck your ass."
I smiled and said, "Ok, so how much can you spend?"
"Uh, oh, ah, how about fifty bucks?"
I stopped stroking him and tightened my grip on his prick a bit to emphasize my words, "Honey, I like you, but I need sixty just to suck your cock, and a lot more to give up my ass to you and this hard monster."
He pleaded with his eyes, but then said, "Fuck, ok, I have sixty, but I really want some good head."
I released his cock after I stroked him about three or four times and then released his cock saying, "I give nothing but amazing head, so you are in luck. Plus I guess its good that I really want to suck you off...ok, deal, ummm," I looked around for a place to turn my trick and saw an open parking space between two medium-sized U-Haul trucks. I looked back down at him, hand now on his door and well gone from his cock and said, "Uummm, huh, Ok, well your car is a bit tight, how about we do this out of the car? Since you just want some quick head, how about you back-up and park between the trucks right there?" "Ok," he said.
Moments later he'd parked and I was strutting over just as he got out. I said as I reached him, "Let's take care of the business first honey." I relished being paid for sex. The cop and I had analyzed my drive to be a hooker and determined it was both a power thing and a need to self-degrade by whoring myself. This guy's payment was confirmation of that theory. I certainly didn't need the cash, sure I could use it, but I didn't need it at all. I longed to be degraded and used by a paying John.
The man, easily in his late 40's, well dressed and reasonably fit, obviously not poor, pulled out three twenties. I mused in my head, did he think I was going to make change or something when he low-balled his $50 offer? People like that concern me for some reason. How dumb are they and how dumb do they think I am?
My thought passed, I took the cash, stuffed it into my bra and squatted down, pulling his semi-hard cock from his trousers and boxers. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze at me below him and opened my mouth. I took his whole shaft into my mouth, lips parted and open until his cock either hit my throat or I felt his pelvic area against my nose. My nose hit first and then his cock, and I closed around him like an expert cocksucker, which, of course, I am. I started slow-sucking him and he was rigid almost immediately.
Only a minute later I felt and tasted pre-cum and the familiar slickness. I sucked him hard, my lips and jaw pressing into him and covering my teeth as I blew his mind. Straight back and forth several times, then a head-twist and a tongue canoe along his shat as I sucked him deeply, well, as deeply as he could go - by this point I was a serious size-queen with cocks. As I worked him several times with the head-twist and tongue-swirl-canoe all over his thick shaft he leaned back against the big truck and began to breath in ecstasy. I worked him a few more times and then heard him moan.
Moments later, he coughed a bit, clearing his throat and said, "Fuck...that is...uh...aaaah..probably the best fucking...ahhhh...head I have ever had."
I relished the compliment and quickly pulled my face off his sex and said, "Thank you, I bet it is..." I sucked him deep once more and then added, "I am really good aren't I?"
"Fuck yes you are...goddamn you like it don't you?"
I came off him again and stroked his sopping wet cock as I said, "I'm not a regular woman you are used to, probably married to...I fucking love sucking cock!" I said in a breathy ultra-femme voice. Then, as he smiled and moaned, I went back down on him.
After another two minutes of quality oral sex, he bent forward, reached over my head, and felt down past my blouse and lifted my miniskirt with one hand while the other grabbed my smooth tight white ass under my red Lycra T-bar panties. He rubbed it as I prepared for what I expected to come next. He didn't disappoint.
"So, uh, fuck, that feels good, uh, how much, uh, to uhm fuck you?"
I stopped the transaction and leaned back and away from his shiny wet pole. I looked up and said, "I need forty more for that honey. My minimum for a half'n'half is one hundred."
He said, "Um, fuck, can you take ninety? It is a all I actually have with me?"
I seriously doubted him, but I wanted a nasty fuck and said, "Ok, but you gotta wear a condom." With that I stopped sucking his cock, stood up, opened my purse and got out a regular sized condom and held my hand out while I communicated with my eyes that he needed to give my the muthafuckn' money before anything else happened.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out thirty more dollars and handed them over. I stowed the bills on the other tit-side of my new falsie-bra and under my D-cup silicon tit. I smiled as I turned to show him my hand pushing my panties from my ass-crack. Then I poured and ample amount of lube onto my fingers and lubed my ass crack and my hot little fuckhole. Then I turned back, squatted in front of his cock and pulled the condom from the wrapper, placed on my tongue and then used my mouth and lips to un-roll it down his shaft. I rubbed the extra Astroglide over my own cock and reached an edge-like level of pleasure and then stood up. I turned around again, arched my back into "fuck-me" pose as I spread my legs, surrendering to my client's desire. I leaned over the front fender of his nice car, one hand extending forward to brace myself and smearing the hood with Astroglide and who-knows-what-else. At the same time my right hand reached back and guided him into me.
Now fully excited, he pushed too fast, missing the target and sliding up my ass-crack.
I said, "Let me get you in me first honey, then you can fuck my brains out." Firmly I both aimed him and pushed my asshole outward, as I'd done forever, and felt the sheer ecstasy of pushing back into him and his strange cock pushed up into me.
I got the sweet violation I craved. I was getting fucked by a stranger in a dirty parking lot, as a very cheap paid whore.
The man began a wild pumping movement and it felt really good. His cock wasn't especially long, but it was long enough and it was thick. His cock hit my spot a bunch of times and I felt myself edge closer to orgasm. In stroked myself and took in the moment of total debauchery and degradation. I was overcome with sexual pleasure and lost control of my body; I let myself leap over the edge. I came. I came really hard. I'd denied myself orgasms during two fucks at the arcade earlier, one through a glory hole while I sucked off a guy in my booth and up to this point I really regretted it. I'd also denied myself with the guy in The Lounge's men's room, and he finished too fast.
This time, in the parking lot, with this guy's smaller cock, I lost focus momentarily and then found my cum button pushed, convulsing deep inside and going all the way. My eyes rolled back and I felt cum surge from my body in between his intense fuck-thrusts. He'd punch my sweet hole and as he pulled outward I would throb, cumming like that for nearly a full minute. During his deep fuck-thrusts I shot on his car and the parking lot. My eyes stayed rolled back and I moaned deeply in sync with his ass-pounding.
"Ahhhhh..." the man said, answering one of my moans, and adding to my pleasure, but also pulling me partially from heaven.
I moaned over and over as he drove himself harder and a bit deeper into me, and then about half way through my orgasm I said, "I'mmmmm cummmming..." loud enough for an echo to come back to me.
He pumped me extra hard and in a domineering tone he said, "Fuck yesssssss!!!!" His voice echoed as did my moans.
I stroked myself and brought myself off fully as he kept my orgasm going extra long. I was all but done cumming and still in intense pleasure and I cracked opened my eyes to see we'd been noticed by another driver watching from about twenty parking spots away. I saw no danger, but from past experience in L.A. I believed we needed to get done now.
So, I added the final oral touches to the sex saying, a bit more quietly and breathy, "Ohhhh yeahhh, fuck mee...yesss...that was sooo fucking deep and sooo fucking good...yesss, fuck me fuck me fuck me... and, haaaah... cum in me now!" Moments later I got my wish.
My parking-lot John gripped my hips hard and pulled me into him as he thrust as hard as he could and came in my ass, well, actually into the condom in my dirty lil' whore-ass.
He pumped me a few more times to resolve his orgasm and then pulled out. He stripped off the condom and I pulled my T-bar back into place and pushed my skirt down, my own semen on my cock, hands, and thighs. I smiled at him briefly and, as I'd learned in L.A., started walking away from him. With our business complete and him in a post-orgasmic daze this was always the safest time to escape any problems. However, I was also in a post-orgasmic daze, so I was a bit slow. Fortunately this guy had no ill-intent and just called after me to say, "Fuck that was hot honey, I hope I see you out here again..."
I peered over my shoulder and smiled as I walked away and said, "I will give you a good deal next time," which, true to my word about a month later, I did.
As I walked toward my nice new car I was in a totally sex-charged high. I felt the course dollar bills held by my silocon tits rub against my hot sweaty chest. I smiled a wicked grin, laughed a bit and said aloud to myself in my ultra femme voice, "You fucking whore!"
Then, as I neared my car, the guy who'd been watching pulled up and propositioned me.
One BJ with a swallow, four half'n'halfs, one ATM fuck, a total of $550, and one more deep orgasm for me later I got in my car and smiled the same wicked smile. Rebeca the whore was back.