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This is the first half of the sixth story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them and comment publicly or privately - it turns me on for some reason! These stories (especially this one) are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
This pic is from around that time... enjoy!
Over the next two years I worked and played in the deep south. From North Carolina I traveled to Atlanta, Charlotte, or D.C. anytime I had the time off to do so. I loved Atlanta, and miss it to this day because the sheer volume of kinky people; it never disappointed. I enjoyed driving up and down parts of I-95 dressed like a whore and making frequent stops -for safety of course- at the many rest stops, where I frequently found other horny travelers to share a hot blowjob or some ass with.
Work was going quite well too. I was 20, had my own car, had skills, and had enough money to afford my recreational desires. One of the perks of the Air Force was the impossibility of stagnation, and it came as a surprise that I was to be transferred. The personnel people had assigned too many people with my skill to North Carolina and being new, I was slotted to depart. Immediately I dreaded my next posting- somewhere in Idaho. Nothing against the place, but I needed more variety and excitement than I would find there, or rather more specific types of excitement.
Luck favors the foolish. About three weeks before I was to depart, I attended the reassignment meeting in a depressed state. I sat dreading the next few years of my life. As if to make things worse they called out our names and read off where we were to go to make sure the orders matched the people.
Chance is a funny thing, because at the first break in the meeting another guy who was also being reassigned asked me, “I have family near there. How would you like to switch with me for Las Vegas?”
Everything went into slow motion. My heart pounded and my sex region throbbed. I think my ass tightened on the inside as I said, “That would be wonderful, sure, anything to help…” I switched to an assignment on the north side of Las Vegas.
As soon as I could, I transferred and arrived in late January, already appreciating the distinct lack of snow in Nevada, vice the heavy snow of Idaho. I pulled into town after an easy drive across the deep south and through Texas that was made longer by several hot distractions along the way. I saved money by sleeping at a gay bathouse and had some amazing sex as a bottom and as a top. I had some intense boy play in truck stops and some nasty gurl play at some of the cities along the way. Texas has some freaks in it…
Anyway, about five days after leaving the deep south I was in Las Fucking Vegas, and I was overwhelmed.
Though I was below the drinking age no one seemed to really check or care at the places I was interested in going. I was popular in the gay clubs and at the bath houses. I played hard and often every weekend and most week nights. In the first two weeks I was there I visited more arcades and porn theaters than I had ever seen in a single town before.
At every opportunity I talked with fellow sex freaks and playmates and learned the lay of the land. I was pointed toward the most popular tranny bar (Las Vegas Lounge) and the various adult entertainment places (gay bath houses, sex clubs, the fucking parking lot pros) near the commercial center and the strip.
For a month I burned both ends of the candle. I sex-binged. On nearly any given week night I would leave work after a meager dinner, partially change into Rebeca in my dorm room then use a deserted parking lot to complete my change into Rebeca and then be a whore until I was too tired or I got the fuck I craved. I came back to my room with only a few hours before I had to get up and start the day. Fortunately, my job was not related to anything all that dangerous and I had access to copious amounts of coffee, and, I could make it though most days. About a month after I arrived I went sixteen days straight with nightly sex activities- almost nightly CD slutting at gay clubs, cheap motel playdays, nice hotel playdays, gay bath houses, swingers clubs, and seemingly endless cocksucking in a few other public places, and of course tons of time at the numerous arcades and adult theaters. I found bathhouses to be a great place to rest, get fucked over and over, and have a less complicated night than going out to the arcades dressed as Rebeca. I was popular and with my tight little body and bubble ass I was impossible to pass on. I began to love having sex, then taking a short nap in my bathhouse room with the door open. Almost every time I was woken by a stranger eating out my ass, fingering me, pushing his cock onto my mouth, or best of all – mounting me. What a delicious r@ipe to wake to!!
There I was living on little food, almost no sleep and tons of hot strange cock. I dropped weight and a dress size, from 164 to about 155, leaning out and looking even more passable as a gurl and more like a dirty twink as a boy.
Finally, my binge came to a halt. I took a break from sex-maniac and resumed life as a normal straight airman. More accurately, my employer saw to it that I did. I was moved to a group that managed a repetitive event that went on every two months and lasted about two weeks. This was a great thing, although at first it didn’t seem like it. For two weeks and maybe a couple days I was on twelve-hour shifts. That’s not too bad when you got used to it, and you know you have break coming at the end of the two weeks. It interrupted my inner sex-maniac and that is when I developed a love of dressing in private like a whore and talking to the perverts on chat lines. I fell in love how freaky it got, and still love it now. For two weeks in my twelve hours off I would refine and improve how I dressed like a whore and I would edge, sometimes for four or even five hours.
The best part about the schedule and work commitment was that since I was diligent and pretty good at my job my bosses felt compelled to not need me around very much in between the events. So, I usually had about a month with no set schedule and minimal responsibilities. This ended up making me manage my inner slut by forcing me to stop every once in a while. I often consider what I could have devolved into had I not had this structure. With unchecked freedom and no responsibilities, I likely would have degenerated into a total sex addict with no skills or professional abilities- an attractive idea, but a short-lived high.
As it was, I had tons of time off to enjoy my inner whore, and what’s a gurl to do with time like that? That’s right, find a sugar daddy. Well, more properly, be discovered by a prospective sugar daddy.
I was a frequent patron and sight to be seen at the now-closed Power Trade over by the Rio hotel. It was a fetish and swinger’s club that has, sadly, closed since then. Like the bathhouses, it was a second home during my first six months in Vegas. The place was a fantasy come true. It was a sex club open to all that was filled with about sixty themed sex rooms and about five or six large play areas including a B/D area, a porn living-room theater, a room with a huge bed and a bunch of couches, and a stripper-pole area. Each room was stocked with lube, condoms, wipes, paper towels, and plenty of horizontal cushioned places to get fucked on. I think they also had trash cans, but I’ll be honest, I left a LOT of messes in those rooms, cause, as we all know, whores are slobs.
The place was amazing and enjoyed an endless supply of new freaky people. Many were vacationers or conventioneers looking to go beyond their normal sex life. Some were curious, many were closeted freaks. A few were couples wanting to see the freak show or, occasionally, far less often then desired, they wanted to try something new with someone else new.
Other T-Gurls, some CDs like me, some fully-trans/shemale, were almost always there. I went often and I was popular with the other gurls. I LOVED being in the place dressed like a whore. I never left there without earning a cum load in my mouth or using some condoms with my ass – never.
One Thursday night (the joke at the time in Vegas was that every night is Thursday) I met Charles, or as he preferred, Chas. I had gotten picked from the crowd and was finger-fucking this sexy MILF-aged Asian woman (Filipino, I think) who was laying back on her man and getting it up her ass and was sucking off a stranger on one of the couches in the big bed room upstairs. Her small tight brown pussy was cumming and She was moaning like an experienced whore. Her cunt was very small and tight and I was hoping, despite being dressed like a naughty white red-headed whore myself, that I would be pumping her tight pussy if I did a good job. She came, screaming and moaning into the big Hispanic or possibly mid-eastern cock she was sucking and then her man came in her ass. She got pumped through another few orgasms and then as her man withdrew, she made a mess of things and had to stop her fuck session. She smiled at me and groped my hard cock, but that was all. I have always wondered how well her cunt would have felt, but alas, it was not to be.
Despite not discussing it here, I also had female friends and lots of hetero sex also. One of the perks of those 12-hour shifts was developing friendships that yielded benefits. I actually had three women I was messing with, a brand new girl on her first posting at 18 and horny as hell, a seasoned MILF-like supervisor that I even screwed a few times during my shift believe it or not, and a hot young lady officer, also on her first assignment that, like the 18 year old was horny as hell all the time, but unlike the 18 tear old, she was into anal and toys as part of sex. She actually got kicked out for fraternization after a short trip overseas in which she’d apparently been the center of a gang-bang. Would have liked to have been there for that. They could have overlooked it, but they didn’t. I guess she wasn’t fucking the right people.
Anyway, at the Power Trade the sexy ass-fucked Asian smiled and then moved off to clean-up her mess. I turned and saw a handsome fit mature guy in his mid-forties with a mature and self-assured look. He had distinguished widow’s peak-like high hairline that enhanced his sexy masculine look. He looked very straight laced and, had he not been stroking his thick hard cock he would have looked out of place. He was staring at me and had obviously enjoyed the show, but there was something else. He was really watching me.
I couldn’t blame him. I was very lean yet firm in all the right places. My ass was purrrfect. My legs were ultra-femme looking. My classic black heels, tight black top, stockings, garter belt, and priceless silicon falsies made me look like a total whore-dream cum to life. Had my miniskirt not been pulled up and my cock been out, I would have passed as a dirty redhead gurl. So, he leaned against the wall and stared at me like I was a piece of meat- exactly what I loved. Objectify me, objectify the fuck out of me…
I looked back and gave him a coy look, but wouldn’t look away. I licked my lips to tell him I was a whore in need of a cock in my mouth. He smiled and nodded for me to follow him across the hall and into a private room. Once the privacy d****s were closed by my suitor, he palmed my ass and then moved in behind me, pressing his ample jeans-covered cock into my miniskirt covered ass crack. He said, “Hi, I am Charles, call me Chas. Who are you?”
I pushed myself back against his rock-hard cock and said, “Hi, I am Rebeca. What can I do for you?” This was kind of a standard line for me by now. I was totally confident and very comfortable in almost any way as a gurl. I loved to flaunt myself and be a slut. He said, “Well, I have this thing I need you to work on,” his cock pressing against my mini-skirt covered ass.
I reached back gripped the ample shaft and rotated around to face him and dropped to my knees. I smiled wickedly and began licking his veiny clean-cut shaft like it was a lolly-pop. After about ten licks on the thick eight-inch tootsie-pop I opened wide and smoothly took his wet and slick cock to the back of my throat and then worked him back and forth, each time relishing his heavy cock. I sucked him for five minutes without saying anything, just sucking him, stroking myself to the edge, and listening to him say how great it felt. I went deep a few times and then shallow a few. I twisted like a skilled whore to show off and sucked him hard. Then I got into a rhythmic up and down pace with a medium level of suction and went for a full minute making him cum in my mouth. It was clear that to me that he’d cum rather unexpectedly. Well, unexpectedly for him, but very expected by me. He gathered himself slowly and said, “That was amazing. I mean it. You’re incredible. Very few gurls like you are that talented and that…well, I guess, that willing, or maybe enthusiastic is the real word. Yeah, most gurls don’t like it as much as you. These gurls here all seem to want something.”
The Power Trade was great, but even back then there was a big problem with trannies turning tricks for money, a problem that I think led to the place being shut down.
Chas asked, “How come I have never seen you here before?”
I coyly replied, “I don’t know, how come I haven’t seen you before?” I saw my new friend was actually more interested in me than the usual hook-up guy, and added, “Actually, I just moved here about three months ago.”
“You’re a local? Fantastic!” In Las Fucking Vegas people from somewhere else who live there are called locals, which in essence separates, and in some strange way, elevates them above the vacationers and conventioneers who can only commit to a week or so of the Sin City lifestyle.
I said, “Well, I am becoming a local. I love it still. Is that weird?”
“No, you are supposed to love it here, or leave.” He paused, looked me up and down. My wavy black miniskirt had a few lines of dried cum that was illuminated in the purple black light. My stockings were stretched and looked amazing, but also had someone’s mess on each thigh. My high-heels were shiny and my good old leather vest was tight and presented my cleavage well. I pulled my lipstick from my purse and in a well-practiced manner re-applied it as we spoke for a few minutes.
We parted but later hooked up again. We hooked up after I’d given three blowjobs and a quick, no a desperate, fuck later, and had given another hand-job to a somewhat overweight married woman as she got fucked by a black guy.
The second time with Chas was better than our first. He had me suck him slowly, and then bent me over a low bed and fucked doggy style for a while and then rotated me over and onto my back. He had far more staying power and fucked my brains out. He was well equipped with a meaty, but not too thick cut eight inches of northern European sausage. Once he put me on my back like a good whore, he made me cum like a good gurly boi without touching my own cock. As he saw me cumming I saw the same look in his eyes that Mr. Carlton had every time we fucked about eight years before his. I was turned on and in a weird way, smitten. Chas worked my ass with perfect gusto and skill. He watched me and watched every orgasmic grimace and every orgasmic eye-roll. He saw it all and seemed to get pleasure from controlling and manipulating my body through my ass-cunt.
He made me cum like a girly-boi, dribbling cum as my insides convulsed in orgasm and my semi-hard cock flopped back and forth in time with his ass-pumps. As I came, he slowed a little, anticipating me to ask him to stop, but I didn’t. Instead, I saw him looking at me, knew his expectation and I said, “Fuck me. Fuck me and use me. I want to feel you breed me and I want to…haahhh…to use me like the whore I am.”
He smiled his own wicked smile and did his best to look down on me as his head faced upward and he breathed hard and began to change his style from fucking for my pleasure toward his own pleasure. As he did, I got horny again and had a few more minor inner orgasms and began to actively stoke myself toward one more big orgasm. After only a few minutes I was stroking my fully hard cock and working to another cumload. He watched me in the ceiling mirror, my hand working my cock, my other hand steadying myself against the headboard to take him deep. His hands went everywhere. He was all over my mid-section and my silicon tits and ended up on my ankles. He held them high and wide. He pumped me deep and looked down at me and told me he was close and he wanted me to cum.
I moaned and bucked backward into his huge cock and took myself there. Another lifetime of fucking went by and, finally, I heard him say, “Oh….ahhhh, uh…Oh, here it ah…cums!”
I rammed myself toward him and made myself cum. He was still working himself in me and I realized that I needed more and that I also needed to get off his cock. As I came, I pulled away and turned to face him and said, “Cum in my mouth! Feed me like a whore!” I dropped to his cock, sheared off the condom, and swallowed his slimy lubed fuck-toy as he shot his cum. He looked down at me in the dim light and worked himself into me in a deep fuck motion. I looked up to see him as he came and found him watching me. It was hot. It’s always hot to see the person’s expression when they cum in your mouth. He was working hard to look down on me and watch everything I was doing. He came and spewed in my mouth and then, after I slowly sucked him to completion for about two full slow minutes, he began to go limp and he pulled out. I smiled and showed him his cumload, sitting up and back on my calves like a trophy pet. I opened wide to let him see in the dim erotic light his load all over my tongue and then I licked my lips and swallowed him with a smile, and said, “That was the hottest fuck I have had in a long time. No k**ding, I am a slut, and that was really hot.”
He sat back on a blow-job throne to get his breath, smiled widely and in a smart-assed manner he said, “Coming from a whore like you, that means a lot.”
I beamed at the degrading remark, enjoying the jocular appreciation.
Ten minutes later, my mouth cleaned out and refreshed with Listerine, my lips renewed with fresh burgundy lip color and gloss, I strutted up to him as he sat on the arm of a couch downstairs, looking at a pay-for-play shemale advertising her adequate cock as she masturbated watching a straight anal gang-bang movie.
Chas turned and smiled as he handed me a note with his name and number.
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Pic of me form that time period...a cheap Vegas Gurl in a cheap Vegas Mo-tel...don't worry that story will also come out sometime soon...as long as you fucking comment..yes you!
This is the first half of the sixth story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them and comment publicly or privately - it turns me on for some reason! These stories (especially this one) are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
This pic is from around that time... enjoy!
Over the next two years I worked and played in the deep south. From North Carolina I traveled to Atlanta, Charlotte, or D.C. anytime I had the time off to do so. I loved Atlanta, and miss it to this day because the sheer volume of kinky people; it never disappointed. I enjoyed driving up and down parts of I-95 dressed like a whore and making frequent stops -for safety of course- at the many rest stops, where I frequently found other horny travelers to share a hot blowjob or some ass with.
Work was going quite well too. I was 20, had my own car, had skills, and had enough money to afford my recreational desires. One of the perks of the Air Force was the impossibility of stagnation, and it came as a surprise that I was to be transferred. The personnel people had assigned too many people with my skill to North Carolina and being new, I was slotted to depart. Immediately I dreaded my next posting- somewhere in Idaho. Nothing against the place, but I needed more variety and excitement than I would find there, or rather more specific types of excitement.
Luck favors the foolish. About three weeks before I was to depart, I attended the reassignment meeting in a depressed state. I sat dreading the next few years of my life. As if to make things worse they called out our names and read off where we were to go to make sure the orders matched the people.
Chance is a funny thing, because at the first break in the meeting another guy who was also being reassigned asked me, “I have family near there. How would you like to switch with me for Las Vegas?”
Everything went into slow motion. My heart pounded and my sex region throbbed. I think my ass tightened on the inside as I said, “That would be wonderful, sure, anything to help…” I switched to an assignment on the north side of Las Vegas.
As soon as I could, I transferred and arrived in late January, already appreciating the distinct lack of snow in Nevada, vice the heavy snow of Idaho. I pulled into town after an easy drive across the deep south and through Texas that was made longer by several hot distractions along the way. I saved money by sleeping at a gay bathouse and had some amazing sex as a bottom and as a top. I had some intense boy play in truck stops and some nasty gurl play at some of the cities along the way. Texas has some freaks in it…
Anyway, about five days after leaving the deep south I was in Las Fucking Vegas, and I was overwhelmed.
Though I was below the drinking age no one seemed to really check or care at the places I was interested in going. I was popular in the gay clubs and at the bath houses. I played hard and often every weekend and most week nights. In the first two weeks I was there I visited more arcades and porn theaters than I had ever seen in a single town before.
At every opportunity I talked with fellow sex freaks and playmates and learned the lay of the land. I was pointed toward the most popular tranny bar (Las Vegas Lounge) and the various adult entertainment places (gay bath houses, sex clubs, the fucking parking lot pros) near the commercial center and the strip.
For a month I burned both ends of the candle. I sex-binged. On nearly any given week night I would leave work after a meager dinner, partially change into Rebeca in my dorm room then use a deserted parking lot to complete my change into Rebeca and then be a whore until I was too tired or I got the fuck I craved. I came back to my room with only a few hours before I had to get up and start the day. Fortunately, my job was not related to anything all that dangerous and I had access to copious amounts of coffee, and, I could make it though most days. About a month after I arrived I went sixteen days straight with nightly sex activities- almost nightly CD slutting at gay clubs, cheap motel playdays, nice hotel playdays, gay bath houses, swingers clubs, and seemingly endless cocksucking in a few other public places, and of course tons of time at the numerous arcades and adult theaters. I found bathhouses to be a great place to rest, get fucked over and over, and have a less complicated night than going out to the arcades dressed as Rebeca. I was popular and with my tight little body and bubble ass I was impossible to pass on. I began to love having sex, then taking a short nap in my bathhouse room with the door open. Almost every time I was woken by a stranger eating out my ass, fingering me, pushing his cock onto my mouth, or best of all – mounting me. What a delicious r@ipe to wake to!!
There I was living on little food, almost no sleep and tons of hot strange cock. I dropped weight and a dress size, from 164 to about 155, leaning out and looking even more passable as a gurl and more like a dirty twink as a boy.
Finally, my binge came to a halt. I took a break from sex-maniac and resumed life as a normal straight airman. More accurately, my employer saw to it that I did. I was moved to a group that managed a repetitive event that went on every two months and lasted about two weeks. This was a great thing, although at first it didn’t seem like it. For two weeks and maybe a couple days I was on twelve-hour shifts. That’s not too bad when you got used to it, and you know you have break coming at the end of the two weeks. It interrupted my inner sex-maniac and that is when I developed a love of dressing in private like a whore and talking to the perverts on chat lines. I fell in love how freaky it got, and still love it now. For two weeks in my twelve hours off I would refine and improve how I dressed like a whore and I would edge, sometimes for four or even five hours.
The best part about the schedule and work commitment was that since I was diligent and pretty good at my job my bosses felt compelled to not need me around very much in between the events. So, I usually had about a month with no set schedule and minimal responsibilities. This ended up making me manage my inner slut by forcing me to stop every once in a while. I often consider what I could have devolved into had I not had this structure. With unchecked freedom and no responsibilities, I likely would have degenerated into a total sex addict with no skills or professional abilities- an attractive idea, but a short-lived high.
As it was, I had tons of time off to enjoy my inner whore, and what’s a gurl to do with time like that? That’s right, find a sugar daddy. Well, more properly, be discovered by a prospective sugar daddy.
I was a frequent patron and sight to be seen at the now-closed Power Trade over by the Rio hotel. It was a fetish and swinger’s club that has, sadly, closed since then. Like the bathhouses, it was a second home during my first six months in Vegas. The place was a fantasy come true. It was a sex club open to all that was filled with about sixty themed sex rooms and about five or six large play areas including a B/D area, a porn living-room theater, a room with a huge bed and a bunch of couches, and a stripper-pole area. Each room was stocked with lube, condoms, wipes, paper towels, and plenty of horizontal cushioned places to get fucked on. I think they also had trash cans, but I’ll be honest, I left a LOT of messes in those rooms, cause, as we all know, whores are slobs.
The place was amazing and enjoyed an endless supply of new freaky people. Many were vacationers or conventioneers looking to go beyond their normal sex life. Some were curious, many were closeted freaks. A few were couples wanting to see the freak show or, occasionally, far less often then desired, they wanted to try something new with someone else new.
Other T-Gurls, some CDs like me, some fully-trans/shemale, were almost always there. I went often and I was popular with the other gurls. I LOVED being in the place dressed like a whore. I never left there without earning a cum load in my mouth or using some condoms with my ass – never.
One Thursday night (the joke at the time in Vegas was that every night is Thursday) I met Charles, or as he preferred, Chas. I had gotten picked from the crowd and was finger-fucking this sexy MILF-aged Asian woman (Filipino, I think) who was laying back on her man and getting it up her ass and was sucking off a stranger on one of the couches in the big bed room upstairs. Her small tight brown pussy was cumming and She was moaning like an experienced whore. Her cunt was very small and tight and I was hoping, despite being dressed like a naughty white red-headed whore myself, that I would be pumping her tight pussy if I did a good job. She came, screaming and moaning into the big Hispanic or possibly mid-eastern cock she was sucking and then her man came in her ass. She got pumped through another few orgasms and then as her man withdrew, she made a mess of things and had to stop her fuck session. She smiled at me and groped my hard cock, but that was all. I have always wondered how well her cunt would have felt, but alas, it was not to be.
Despite not discussing it here, I also had female friends and lots of hetero sex also. One of the perks of those 12-hour shifts was developing friendships that yielded benefits. I actually had three women I was messing with, a brand new girl on her first posting at 18 and horny as hell, a seasoned MILF-like supervisor that I even screwed a few times during my shift believe it or not, and a hot young lady officer, also on her first assignment that, like the 18 year old was horny as hell all the time, but unlike the 18 tear old, she was into anal and toys as part of sex. She actually got kicked out for fraternization after a short trip overseas in which she’d apparently been the center of a gang-bang. Would have liked to have been there for that. They could have overlooked it, but they didn’t. I guess she wasn’t fucking the right people.
Anyway, at the Power Trade the sexy ass-fucked Asian smiled and then moved off to clean-up her mess. I turned and saw a handsome fit mature guy in his mid-forties with a mature and self-assured look. He had distinguished widow’s peak-like high hairline that enhanced his sexy masculine look. He looked very straight laced and, had he not been stroking his thick hard cock he would have looked out of place. He was staring at me and had obviously enjoyed the show, but there was something else. He was really watching me.
I couldn’t blame him. I was very lean yet firm in all the right places. My ass was purrrfect. My legs were ultra-femme looking. My classic black heels, tight black top, stockings, garter belt, and priceless silicon falsies made me look like a total whore-dream cum to life. Had my miniskirt not been pulled up and my cock been out, I would have passed as a dirty redhead gurl. So, he leaned against the wall and stared at me like I was a piece of meat- exactly what I loved. Objectify me, objectify the fuck out of me…
I looked back and gave him a coy look, but wouldn’t look away. I licked my lips to tell him I was a whore in need of a cock in my mouth. He smiled and nodded for me to follow him across the hall and into a private room. Once the privacy d****s were closed by my suitor, he palmed my ass and then moved in behind me, pressing his ample jeans-covered cock into my miniskirt covered ass crack. He said, “Hi, I am Charles, call me Chas. Who are you?”
I pushed myself back against his rock-hard cock and said, “Hi, I am Rebeca. What can I do for you?” This was kind of a standard line for me by now. I was totally confident and very comfortable in almost any way as a gurl. I loved to flaunt myself and be a slut. He said, “Well, I have this thing I need you to work on,” his cock pressing against my mini-skirt covered ass.
I reached back gripped the ample shaft and rotated around to face him and dropped to my knees. I smiled wickedly and began licking his veiny clean-cut shaft like it was a lolly-pop. After about ten licks on the thick eight-inch tootsie-pop I opened wide and smoothly took his wet and slick cock to the back of my throat and then worked him back and forth, each time relishing his heavy cock. I sucked him for five minutes without saying anything, just sucking him, stroking myself to the edge, and listening to him say how great it felt. I went deep a few times and then shallow a few. I twisted like a skilled whore to show off and sucked him hard. Then I got into a rhythmic up and down pace with a medium level of suction and went for a full minute making him cum in my mouth. It was clear that to me that he’d cum rather unexpectedly. Well, unexpectedly for him, but very expected by me. He gathered himself slowly and said, “That was amazing. I mean it. You’re incredible. Very few gurls like you are that talented and that…well, I guess, that willing, or maybe enthusiastic is the real word. Yeah, most gurls don’t like it as much as you. These gurls here all seem to want something.”
The Power Trade was great, but even back then there was a big problem with trannies turning tricks for money, a problem that I think led to the place being shut down.
Chas asked, “How come I have never seen you here before?”
I coyly replied, “I don’t know, how come I haven’t seen you before?” I saw my new friend was actually more interested in me than the usual hook-up guy, and added, “Actually, I just moved here about three months ago.”
“You’re a local? Fantastic!” In Las Fucking Vegas people from somewhere else who live there are called locals, which in essence separates, and in some strange way, elevates them above the vacationers and conventioneers who can only commit to a week or so of the Sin City lifestyle.
I said, “Well, I am becoming a local. I love it still. Is that weird?”
“No, you are supposed to love it here, or leave.” He paused, looked me up and down. My wavy black miniskirt had a few lines of dried cum that was illuminated in the purple black light. My stockings were stretched and looked amazing, but also had someone’s mess on each thigh. My high-heels were shiny and my good old leather vest was tight and presented my cleavage well. I pulled my lipstick from my purse and in a well-practiced manner re-applied it as we spoke for a few minutes.
We parted but later hooked up again. We hooked up after I’d given three blowjobs and a quick, no a desperate, fuck later, and had given another hand-job to a somewhat overweight married woman as she got fucked by a black guy.
The second time with Chas was better than our first. He had me suck him slowly, and then bent me over a low bed and fucked doggy style for a while and then rotated me over and onto my back. He had far more staying power and fucked my brains out. He was well equipped with a meaty, but not too thick cut eight inches of northern European sausage. Once he put me on my back like a good whore, he made me cum like a good gurly boi without touching my own cock. As he saw me cumming I saw the same look in his eyes that Mr. Carlton had every time we fucked about eight years before his. I was turned on and in a weird way, smitten. Chas worked my ass with perfect gusto and skill. He watched me and watched every orgasmic grimace and every orgasmic eye-roll. He saw it all and seemed to get pleasure from controlling and manipulating my body through my ass-cunt.
He made me cum like a girly-boi, dribbling cum as my insides convulsed in orgasm and my semi-hard cock flopped back and forth in time with his ass-pumps. As I came, he slowed a little, anticipating me to ask him to stop, but I didn’t. Instead, I saw him looking at me, knew his expectation and I said, “Fuck me. Fuck me and use me. I want to feel you breed me and I want to…haahhh…to use me like the whore I am.”
He smiled his own wicked smile and did his best to look down on me as his head faced upward and he breathed hard and began to change his style from fucking for my pleasure toward his own pleasure. As he did, I got horny again and had a few more minor inner orgasms and began to actively stoke myself toward one more big orgasm. After only a few minutes I was stroking my fully hard cock and working to another cumload. He watched me in the ceiling mirror, my hand working my cock, my other hand steadying myself against the headboard to take him deep. His hands went everywhere. He was all over my mid-section and my silicon tits and ended up on my ankles. He held them high and wide. He pumped me deep and looked down at me and told me he was close and he wanted me to cum.
I moaned and bucked backward into his huge cock and took myself there. Another lifetime of fucking went by and, finally, I heard him say, “Oh….ahhhh, uh…Oh, here it ah…cums!”
I rammed myself toward him and made myself cum. He was still working himself in me and I realized that I needed more and that I also needed to get off his cock. As I came, I pulled away and turned to face him and said, “Cum in my mouth! Feed me like a whore!” I dropped to his cock, sheared off the condom, and swallowed his slimy lubed fuck-toy as he shot his cum. He looked down at me in the dim light and worked himself into me in a deep fuck motion. I looked up to see him as he came and found him watching me. It was hot. It’s always hot to see the person’s expression when they cum in your mouth. He was working hard to look down on me and watch everything I was doing. He came and spewed in my mouth and then, after I slowly sucked him to completion for about two full slow minutes, he began to go limp and he pulled out. I smiled and showed him his cumload, sitting up and back on my calves like a trophy pet. I opened wide to let him see in the dim erotic light his load all over my tongue and then I licked my lips and swallowed him with a smile, and said, “That was the hottest fuck I have had in a long time. No k**ding, I am a slut, and that was really hot.”
He sat back on a blow-job throne to get his breath, smiled widely and in a smart-assed manner he said, “Coming from a whore like you, that means a lot.”
I beamed at the degrading remark, enjoying the jocular appreciation.
Ten minutes later, my mouth cleaned out and refreshed with Listerine, my lips renewed with fresh burgundy lip color and gloss, I strutted up to him as he sat on the arm of a couch downstairs, looking at a pay-for-play shemale advertising her adequate cock as she masturbated watching a straight anal gang-bang movie.
Chas turned and smiled as he handed me a note with his name and number.
Hope you enjoyed it...comment!!! Say anything on our mind - You suck, learn how to write you ignorant whore, or maybe - hey that was fucking hot...whatever you want...the comments public and private turn me on
Pic of me form that time period...a cheap Vegas Gurl in a cheap Vegas Mo-tel...don't worry that story will also come out sometime soon...as long as you fucking comment..yes you!
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