What Happens in Vegas
- 3 years ago
- 42
- 0
The Kennedys, 2.6: What Happens In Vegas. free porn video
"Breakfast?" She asked.
I got hard almost instantly at that, I'll explain why in a second. She reached over and handed me the room service book, I had a look over it and selected the American Breakfast, maybe not the most exciting choice in the world, but the kitchens at a fancy hotel like this make it pretty delicious. And it was all expensed.
We were on a business trip, to Las Vegas, for the AVN show. (AVN is "Adult Video News," the trade paper for the porn industry, they have a big show, and it coincides with CES.) So Kiki's company was paying for all of this, which is good, I would not have wanted to spend the $900/night the hotel charged while CES is in town. That $900 is just for their cheap room, they had more expensive ones, but even their cheap room is about the nicest hotel room I've ever stayed in. We've stayed in a few nice ones traveling for Kiki's business. As the CES was now over, this night had only cost the company $300. We were staying on for a romantic break.
As Vegas hotels go, this was a weird one. It was very conveniently located on the center of the strip, just a monorail hop away from the convention center, but it's non-smoking, and it has no casino. It's like an oasis of sanity in the midst of the madness which is Vegas. Being a Californian, I never really appreciated "non-smoking" until I got to Vegas the first time. People still smoke indoors there, it’s horrible.
So Kiki calls room service and orders our breakfast, then says, "Time for a summoning ritual." That's why I got hard, she likes to pleasure me, while we're waiting for breakfast to arrive. Calling it a "summoning ritual" goes back to a time in college when we ordered a pizza, then we started fooling around. It got to the point where she was blowing me, and I was thinking I'd be coming soon when the pizza arrived. Someone made a comment about that being a "summoning ritual" and the name stuck.
I just lay there, and she got to work. I like that. She started rubbing her boobs all over me, in my face, I like boobs in my face (or, just I LIKE BOOBS), then down my body. When she got to my dick she popped it in her mouth briefly to get it good and wet, then rubbed her boobs up and down it. She trapped the dick in her cleavage and started jacking me off like that. I like that. Honestly, I like it however she gets me off.
She starts blowing me. At those times when my dick is sticking out from between her boobs, her mouth is there to catch it. That's even better. I'm just happy. I'm not caring about coming or anything, I'm just lying there not thinking. I'm probably moaning, moaning is good it tells them they're doing it right. Then, she stops. Before I can fully process this development, she's at it again, this time with her pussy. She's on top of me, fucking me.
I like doing a lot of things, and a lot of them are my favorite, but this is particularly good. I just lie there and be lazy, and her pussy works on my dick to make me come. I can watch her bounce up and down. She bounces particularly nicely; those boobs which had just been wrapped around my dick are perfect. I'm really getting into this, and so is Kiki, she's moaning now, it’s not going to be long for either of us. Then the doorbell rings, I come, and Kiki says, "Shit! It worked too well." And laughed. I don't think she's come yet.
She leaves me, fucked senseless on the bed, throws on her kimono, and goes to answer the door. She's said of that kimono, that it "leaves a lot to be desired as clothing." My response is I don't think that's its primary purpose. Its primary purpose is to turn me on, not that I usually need much help with that. The kimono is barely big enough to wrap around her boobs; she usually lets it hang open. It’s barely long enough to cover her pussy. So when she's wearing it, she's constantly teasing you with glimpses of what's under it. It usually doesn't stay on long, at least not covering anything.
I hear her answer the door and exchange pleasantries with the waiter. Then Kiki walks back into the room and says, "You should cover yourself up." And flips a cover over me so my dick is no longer on display. Then, the waiter walks into the room pushing the room service cart. I blush and pull the covers up further, before I register the waiter is a girl. She doesn't obviously notice either of our states, I'm sure she's seen it all before, she carries on in her very cheery manner, and gets things ready. Then, Kiki shows her out.
Kiki comes back into the bedroom and the kimono is not fastened at all, and I'm catching glimpses of what's under there. It hadn't been fastened when the waiter was in the room either. I also notice a trail of cum running down her inner thigh. She's carrying two hand towels from the bathroom, she puts one down on the desk chair for me to sit on and one on the sofa for her to sit on. I join her for breakfast. The breakfast is excellent, I like getting room service breakfast at a fancy hotel, its one of life's great pleasures. As I said, nothing particularly special, bacon, eggs, potatoes, toast, coffee, pretty standard, but they do it so well. That and I'm naked and looking at my nearly naked (only the open kimono), smoking hot, wife.
She seemed to be enjoying the view as well, both of naked me, and of the strip outside the window. We'd opened the curtains to get a better view, so anyone looking our way would have gotten a pretty good view as well. Though I'm not sure how visible we'd be really, the building's a new fancy "LEED" certified one, and all the windows are covered in reflective film to keep the sun out. Just opening the curtains was a challenge, everything is done by using the TV remote to select on screen menus to do things, including setting the temperature, opening the curtains, and turning on the lights.
With breakfast over, she said, "I'll go shower, so you can have dessert." That was promising, I like eating her, so she'll use meal metaphors to suggest me going down on her, like, "do you want an appetizer," or as in this case, "having dessert." She'd probably liked to have skipped the shower, but I'm really not fond of dining on my own (or anybody else's) cum. So being as Kiki is so accommodating, she'll wash up for me first.
That was my cue to go down to the gym. I've got to keep fit, or I'd never be able to keep up with Kiki. 25 minutes on a bike at the top of the aerobic zone should do it, around a 170 heart rate. That's also a good way to get really sweaty, so I get back to the room with my shirt totally soaked. Kiki's just getting out of the shower, and goes, "Mmmm."
She strips off my soaked exercise gear, and I kick off my sneakers. She unfolds a big bath towel over the bed, and I lie down on it. I'm a little pooped from my effort, so that's good. She licks up some of the sweat from over my breast bone, she's a bit weird like that, but I'm not going to stop her. She does move onto my nipples, though that I really don't like, so I make less appreciative noises and she stops. Then she moves onto dessert, she climbs on my face and plops her wet (with her juices), freshly washed pussy on my face.
Freshly washed means it doesn't have that much flavor until I find some more of her juices, it still tastes a bit clean though. I'm not complaining; I'm really lucky. But, pussy does taste best when it’s not quite so fresh, but not with cum in it. But, I LIKE LICKING PUSSY, any pussy will do, Kiki's is particularly special, because it’s Kiki's. She doesn't take long about coming. Then gets down and hugs me. This time she says, "I love you Matt." I'm still not used to this love thing, so I don't immediately respond. I think I love her, I certainly love being with her, but I'm not used to saying that yet.
I do sort of complain that she didn't last long. She sighs and hugs me more, but she does offer me some more, and I take her up on that. This time when she's going to sit on me, I suggest, "Other way around?" So she turns around and gets into a sixty-nine position. Of all my favorite things, this may be my favorite, especially when Kiki does it for my benefit. The one drawback to sixty-nine is getting distracted. It’s difficult to both give and receive at once, so we'll designate one or other party as the beneficiary of the act and they're free to be distracted, and not feel guilty about doing a poor job on the other.
This was for my benefit, a blowjob to get me off. I really like a pussy in my face while she's doing that. I licked at her, but I don't think I was doing such a good job, because I was distracted by the blowjob. Kiki is very distracting when my dick is in her mouth, she seemed to be in a hurry, so was extra distracting. It didn't take me long to come. As I was coming, I tensed up, grabbed the back of her head and rammed my dick as far as it could go into her mouth. I held her there as I pumped my cum down her throat, then I relaxed and there was a gasp from Kiki when she could breathe again.
She took her pussy off my face and I was hugged again. She said, "Thank you, I love you."
My brain was still quite foggy, so I answered, "I love you too." Without thinking about it much, like I say, I'm pretty sure I do. She hugged me tighter and then got up, saying, "I'll go rinse off, then you should get in the shower, remember we have an appointment." Now I remembered, we had an appointment in the spa for later, that was why she was rushing me.
We got down to the spa, well ahead of the appointed time, as we'd get to use their other facilities. The hotel, as well as the spa, has an "oriental" theme, so we got served green tea while we had the consultation. They like you to fill in a questionnaire, make sure you're healthy enough for whatever. I'm sure it’s just the lawyers wanting to cover the hotel's ass, but that's always the way it goes.
We got shown the facilities and then let loose. Unfortunately, this spa was segregated, there was a men's side and a woman's side. It also seemed that clothing, like swim shorts was the norm. This is America after all; we're an uptight bunch. Some spa's we'd been to, like in Europe, they'd be mixed, and clothing of any sort was unusual. I like those, if I can stop from getting a hard on. That's a good reason (if a reason is needed) to have sex before going to a spa, so you're less likely to get an embarrassing hard on.
I used the facilities, they had fancy hydrotherapy pools, the usual sauna (dry heat) and steam room, and fancy showers with digital controls which gave you various "experiences," like "tropical forrest" or "Arctic mist." It was when Arctic mist decided to spray freezing cold water over me, I got more wary of what it was doing.
Then it was time for our massage. Massages are one of those things that grown ups do, but no one ever told you about. We'd reserved a "couples massage." It sounds like the setup for a sex scene, you lie naked on a "table" (really a very narrow bed which can raise or lower), Kiki is lying naked on the next table, we're close enough could hold hands if we wanted. Then the girls (the masseuses, we have one each) spread you with oil or cream and stroke you all over. With a couple's massage you have a private suite, just for the four of you.
Weirdly, it's not erotic. The massage is therapeutic, not sexual, they poke and prod you to make your muscles relax, they'll poke and poke at stiff muscles until you go "Ow!" There's no "happy ending," they carefully avoid your dick or pussy, and they keep you decorously "draped" at all times. You'd think having a girl stroke you all over would get you hot, but really it's just very relaxing; it reduces you to a boneless heap, and your mind goes wandering elsewhere.
That is unless you find a masseuse who can do a really good foot massage, then you end up as a puddle of goo on the table, and it feels like you've cheated on your wife. Unfortunately, my masseuse is not that good, and she tickles my feet. (Now, Cheri from craft services who sometimes works on Kiki's productions is an amateur masseuse and knows how to do that properly, but she's not here.)
Now, we had the suite to ourselves for about another hour. It had the two massage tables, as well its own shower, a small hydro-therapy pool, and a sauna. We decided on the sauna. The sauna said 170 degrees, about average for a sauna. I threw some water on the rocks to give it a little humidity, and make it feel even hotter, then sat down on a towel on the top bench. Sauna's have benches at various levels, the higher you go the hotter it is. You just sit and sweat for a while, then you'll go to cool off in the pool.
Kiki had a different idea, she put her towel down on the bench below. The towel is not just for hygiene, but the benches are fucking hot, like 170 degrees, they feel much hotter than the air. (I could explain the physics of that, Physics is my thing as well, I've almost got my doctorate, but that's not why you're reading this.) She knelt on the towel and went down on me. I was all floppy and relaxed after the massage. I'd managed to not get hard during the massage, they really are relaxing, but Kiki was making my dick change its mind about the floppiness in a hurry.
If you've never had a blowjob in a sauna, you're missing out, it’s different, and you get really sweaty. This time she wasn't in a hurry, though I did have thoughts I should get out of their before I expire from the heat. They recommend only 15 minutes at a time in a sauna, all saunas have clocks to help you there. So I know, twelve minutes later I come in Kiki's mouth, I was quite relaxed about it this time, no holding and choking her. I flop back against the birch panelling behind me, then sit back up in a hurry when I get burnt by the panelling.
—
Next we had reservations in the tea lounge up in the sky lobby on the 23rd floor. The lounge had great views of the strip, but was a bit messed up. Like I said, the hotel has an oriental theme, the tea lounge was decorated all oriental, but served English tea. Usually, I'll drink coffee, but the tea made a change, along with the scones and pastries and sandwiches. The English seem to have very heavy teas, we were stuffed and went back to our room to recover.
—
Finally, much later, the tea had settled and were hungry again, time for dinner. We considered going to the fancy French restaurant on the 23rd floor, but felt like something simpler. We decided on the burger place down on the strip, in the hotel's retail frontage. It was run by a celebrity chef, and did gourmet burgers. I wasn't sure how you made a burger gourmet, but it sounded tasty. While we were walking through the ground floor lobby, Kiki met someone, and started talking to them.
I hung around and Kiki introduced me to the girl, Lisa. Then Kiki asked, "You don't mind if Lisa comes to dinner with us?" I didn't, that was usually the way Kiki introduced me to a new porn star we were going to fuck. I didn't recognize Lisa as a porn actress, but then I don't know them all. In this case, Lisa turned out to be not a porn actress, she was the waitress who'd delivered our breakfast this morning. Kiki and her had recognized each other when they met in the lobby.
Dinner was tasty, I've never thought of putting potato chips in a burger before, but the celebrity chef had. The conversation was even tastier. Kiki and Lisa seemed to be keen on each other. Lisa was a lesbian and liked watching Kiki's lesbian videos, even if they were really meant for men. Lisa said Kiki's videos seemed more genuine than the average one. I did say, Kiki did like lesbian sex, even off camera. I had to add, I'd seen her at it often enough.
At the end of the evening, it seems that they'd arranged for Lisa to come back to the room with us sometime during dinner. I was expected to just watch. We'd had quite a few encounters which had started with that premise, they usually didn't end that way, and neither did this one. Kiki gave her a lap dance, that's so hot, that got me hard. Then Kiki went down on her, I love watching her do that, it gets me so hot. I'm starting to feel left out here, but I have to leave them to it.
Finally, I got to go down on Lisa. Lisa had no objections to that by then, my only reservation was my dick was screaming at me to get in on the action, I hadn't gotten any since the sauna. I just about managed to ignore that, and do my best job on Lisa. It's going to be better for me in the long run if she enjoys it more. She certainly did seem to enjoy it, when I finally made her come, she collapsed into a sweaty smiling heap on the bed. I was desperate by that time, so Kiki came to my aid and blew me, we didn't want to bother Lisa at that point. That was good. Then, we all hugged for a while, but eventually Lisa had to leave. She said, she'd try to come back with breakfast in the morning. We'll see what happens then.
After Lisa left, Kiki and I snuggled up together, it took me a while to realize from the overly affectionate clues that she was horny. She knows letting me work that out on my own isn't a good strategy. Sometimes a little more assertiveness on her part wouldn't go amiss. Since she came last, she'd blown me three times, and gone down on Lisa, so she should be pretty desperate by now. So I lay her on her back, got down between her legs and did my best work on her, until my jaw got tired. I think Kiki liked that, I know I did. -->
Safiya
- 08.05.2020
- 42
- 0
What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas
- 3 years ago
- 48
- 0
What Happens in Vegas
- 3 years ago
- 39
- 0
