Vegas Girl           by: Paul

 

Las Vegas again, the third time in one month. Since landing a new casino account it seemed like I was always in a plane leaving for Las Vegas. Knowing that I didn't have a meeting until late in the afternoon the next day, I decided to mix a bit of pleasure with work. I changed into my best "smart yet casual" and hailed a cab to my favorite casino for a bit fun. It was an unusual night for Las Vegas, cloudy and you could feel a rain storm brewing. There was a flash of lightning behind me as I entered the casino with five hundred dollars burning a hole in my pocket.

As it turned out, "lady luck" was on my side. Three hours at the tables and I was up $2,500 and one last roll of the dice made it an even $3,000. I know when it's time to call it a night, so I gathered my winnings and headed back to my room.

It had been almost a month since I had had the time to even bother with getting laid and as the taxi cruised up the rain slick strip, I realized how pent up and horny I was. I asked the cabby where I could find company (and not get ripped off) and he gave me a gold leafed card. Printed in the center of the card were the words "The Pleasure Company International". In smaller type, "All Fantasies indulged". The cabby told me, "they're expensive but only the best looking girls in Vegas and they will never rip you off". The statement "All Fantasies indulged" burned into my mind. Silently, I wonder if they have T-girls?

Entering the lobby of the Monte Carlo I decided to upgrade my room and after a bit of negotiation I was sitting in a split level two room suite with fantastic views, lots of marble, mirrors and a large Jacuzzi in the middle of the living room. After a long shower in the huge shower sauna, I slipped into my black silk boxers and the plush terry robe that came with the room and flopped onto the couch. Sipping a martini I stared at the card the cabby had handed me and the same question I had silently mulled over in the taxi came to mind.

"PCI" a silky female voice answered the phone. "How can I help you" the voice continued. "Well, I have a sort of special request" I sputtered. "There's no need to be shy, I've heard it all and almost nothing could phase me dear" the voice responded. Put at ease, I asked if they had any transsexual escorts. As it turned out my request was not all that unusual, she assured me that they had only the top 1%, classiest escorts in town and most were models and showgirls. Then she asked me to describe my fantasy T-girl. I did, and her reply was "I know just the girl for you, I guarantee you'll love her!" "Is she......er functional?" I sheepishly asked. "Trust me honey, you'll be more than satisfied, Kara the hottest girl we refer, she works as a showgirl and we have never had a complaint". I was shocked to hear that the cost for the night was $2,000, with no further costs to negotiate with Kara. Well there went my winnings but I couldn't resist. As I talked to the w! oman on the phone my cock grew hard from thinking about my fantasy girl.

As instructed, I informed the desk to be sure and let my visitor Kara up to my room and in a little over an hour there was a light nock on my door. Taking a deep breath, I padded to the door and peeked through the peephole. It was she. I unlocked the door and standing before me was an image of shear beauty. She looked like Tia Carreara's better looking sister. As I dumbly stared at her she said, "well, aren't you going to invite me in?" Gathering myself I replied, "Please come in Kara". She walked past me her tall heels tapping across the marble floor. "Nice room" she said sounding truly impressed.

She was wearing a long raincoat that covered her completely to the ankles and holding a small overnight bag. Turning my way she began slowly unbuckling the belt of her raincoat. Looking directly into her dark brown almond shaped eyes, I offered to fix her a martini. She gave me her sexiest sideways glance and unbuttoning her coat she replied, "yes, I'd love it". Turning to the bar I was able to continue watching her in the mirror directly in front of me. She watched my face in the mirror as she opened her coat slowly, knowing I was watching her every move. I set the bottle down, nearly dropping it and turned around to have a better look.

She was an amazing beauty. Her body was straight out of a Playboy centerfold. Wearing a black, lace, camisole dress that clinged tightly to the contours of her sleek body. Low cut and short, she was showing off her best assets. Her breasts were probably close to D cup and her legs were long and shapely. Breaking the silence I blurted "my god, you are beautiful". Sincerely, she replied with a graceful "thank you, I could have done much worse myself". I guess the months of working out paid off.

Walking towards me she leaned into me and I felt the warmth of her body against me. Running both hands over my chest, her nails combed through my chest hair and opened my robe. Her hands wandered over my shoulders pushing the robe back. The robe slipped off my shoulders and dropped to the floor. My cock was beginning to rise against the silk of my boxers and I felt her hand over my bulge feeling the heft of my cock and balls through the fabric. She looked me over and said "I'm going to step into the bathroom to freshen up and change into something comfortable while you finish fixing my drink". I adjusted the lighting to a glow and walked our tray of drinks over to the living room. Sitting on the couch I made a point of positioning myself to face the bathroom. I could hear the shower turn off as I sipped my drink.

Though it took only about fifteen minutes, it seemed like an hour until the bathroom door cracked open. Kara stood framed by the doorway, a silhouette with the harsh bathroom light blasting behind her. My eyes strained to make out the details and she turned off the light behind her remaining posed, with one hand on her hip. As my eyes adjusted I could clearly see was wearing a black corset trimmed in gold lace. Her breasts were exposed and lifted with nipples erect. Garters reached to the tops of silk stockings that sheathed her fantastic legs. It was easy to believe she was a showgirl and high priced call girl. I began to think the $2,000 was a bargain.

She prowled over to me at the couch and standing over me in tall heels picked up her martini. "Is it still cold?" I asked. Dropping graceful to a crouch, not spilling a drop she was between my legs. "It needs a stir" she replied. My cock was standing hard and pushing against my boxers. Holding her martini away she balanced using on one arm leaning on the couch and lowered her mouth around my cock, which strained against the silk. I felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth penetrate the thin fabric as she lightly bit at my rod. "Slip them off" she purred and I complied immediately. Bringing the martini glass to my cock she dipped my balls into her glass. I gasped with the chill but it was quickly replaced with the warmth of her mouth enveloping my sack. Giggling lightly she repeated her torture until I was squirming and my cock was pounding.

With one quick movement she downed the remains of her martini and set the glass on the coffee table behind her. Wrapping her thumb and forefinger tightly around my cock and balls she started slathering them with her tongue. Plunging my cock deeply into her throat she breathed loudly through her nose making that "mouth filled with cock moan" that drives men crazy. She rubbed my wet cock over her breasts and in circles around her hard nipples. Both of my feet were on the edge of the coffee table and she was between my legs. My crotch slightly tilted upward I was open and exposed to her attack. She gripped the girth of my cock and began stroking the length. Her mouth fumbled at my balls and she sucked them in one at a time. With both balls in her mouth she pushed her tongue upward between them and I could feel it moving forward and back in the grove between my balls. Then, one at a time she pushed each ball out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the seam beneath my! balls to my asshole. I was moaning loudly and uncontrollably. I felt her hands at the back of my knees as she pushed my legs towards me, tilting my hips further upward. Her tongue attacked my asshole. It wasn't the first time I have been rimmed but this was different. She sent me to heaven and back licking, stabbing and circling my rosebud with her tongue. I could feel my cock throbbing against my stomach with my pulse and I could hear myself groaning deeply. I was just at the edge of orgasm when she stopped. Pushing her face into my lap and releasing her grip on my knees her hot breath against my abdomen. I too was gasping for air. We stayed in this position for a few minutes not ready to cum, either of us.

She wrapped her arms around my hips and I place my hands on her head running my hands through her long straight dark hair. She looked up at me and started climbing up my body, her soft breasts rubbing against me as she moved upward. Facing me she sat in my lap and for the first time that night I felt her hard cock pressing against mine. She started licking my neck and humping her cock against me. I reached for the side straps of her panties and she breathed into my ear "tear them". I pulled and the thin lace fabric snapped.

She slinked further up my body smothering me in her breasts. I ran my tongue in circles around her taught nipples, licking and biting them carefully. She stood straddling me on the sofa and started batting the sides of my face with her cock taunting me. I reached for it with my tongue extended as far as possible but she kept it away from my mouth. "Do you want it?" she asked. I gasped "yes, please yes". Then she slapped her cock on the flat of my outstretched tongue and slid forward. I wrapped my lips around her and she grabbed the back of my head and with more force than I expected started pumping into my mouth. "Suck it!" she commanded. Her cock was the perfect size for my mouth, not too big but not too small. I took it deep into my throat without gagging. She fucked my mouth with a furry and I had to hold her hips to slow her down. I felt her shudder and then a jerk went through her and she sprayed her load into my mouth. I grabbed her fine ass and pulled! her towards me, her cock stabbing into my throat as she cried out in ecstasy. She pried my hands off her ass and pulled her cock out of my griping mouth.

With both her hands holding my face and looking directly into my eyes she growled "I want your cock in my ass, I want you to fuck me." "Get your ass in the air" I replied. Down on all fours with her perfect ass in the air she pulled a packet of lube and a condom out of the top of her stocking. I bit the top of the lube off and squirted all of it into the cleft of her ass. As my fingers worked at her tight ass I tore the condom open with my teeth and fumbled rolling it over my hard dick. Sometimes you can feel you're as fully engorged as possible. Your cock is rock hard, thicker and longer than usual. This was one of those times.

I ran the head of my cock up and down the crack of her ass teasing her by letting the head rest against her tight opening and pushing in slightly. She pushed back onto me and I was balls deep with one stroke. "Fuck me, pound me," she cried. I grabbed her hips and started pumping into her hard. She pushed onto me in rhythm and I could feel her gripping my cock with her ass. We were both grunting and moaning and I reached around to grasp her cock. Wrapping my hand around it I pumped in time with my thrusts. She leaned forward and was lying flat against the carpet as I continued my assault. We rolled so that she was on top and riding me with her back to me. She spun on my cock to face me and continued her ride, jacking herself off as she rode me. I pushed my hips upward to get as deep as possible and she yelped. I felt the wave of orgasm roll through me and started to come in pulses. I watched as she spurted cum onto me and we both were gasping and muttering. S! he rose off me enough to extract my cock and flopped onto the rug by my side.

The sound of our breathing filled the room, as we lay spent on the carpet. I crawled to the Jacuzzi and opened the faucet. Soon we were side by side sipping cool champagne my arm around her and the jets soothing us. I remember being amazed at how beautiful she was and even though I had paid her money to be with me, I felt like she was there because she wanted to be. She stayed with me till morning and we indulged in each other's bodies like teenagers. Over breakfast I asked if I could call her again hoping she might give me her personal number but she told me to call the number on the card. There was no doubt about it; she was a pro.

 

Regards,

Paul

 

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