Las Vegas Story – Part Three – Hotel Room

The dealer Perlah was drinking a water when I found her. After meeting her co-worker, I offered to buy them both a drink. The co-worker, (I think her name was “Terry,” but it could have been Jerry – some girl name that sounded like a guy’s) ordered a corona.

I was amused by Perlah’s choice – Patron silver on ice with a lemon wedge – and she wasn’t scared of it, downed it before I tasted the second half of my martini. I offered her another, she ordered another Patron, this time reassuring me that she takes Uber to work.

I wanted to know what went right this time – why were we there?.

“Thanks for inviting me to join you, I thought perhaps it was against the rules – as a dealer or whatever? Do you usually come here after work?”

I was actually wanting to know if she met up with customers like this often, and make sure her motives were romantic – or, at least, not professional. You never know.

“Often on Saturdays I’ll stay for a drink because my kids stay at my moms on the weekends, and I get off early. My other days I don’t get off until 3:00am. My husband doesn’t know that I work less hours on Saturday, so I get a little bit of time to unwind.”

Okay, I know what some of you are thinking. No, I did not know she was married. She was old enough and good looking enough to likely be married – but being a dancing dealer didn’t seem like a wife type of job. I assumed she was single but wasn’t particularly disappointed to find out she was married.

I still had to know if I was a special case or just this Saturday’s diversion.

“You are the first dealer I’ve ever had a drink with, do you invite many players to join you… I mean, thank you – to what do I owe the honor?”

“No, god no! You are cute and.. I’m not really sure, was sort of a spontaneous decision, should I not have?”

“Definitely not, but I’m glad you did.”

“Glad I did eh, why is that?”

“Glad because .. um, having fun so far… but really because you’re gorgeous, if I have to be honest about it.”

“Okay, good answer, I guess I’ll stay for another drink.”

We had three more drinks if I’m remembering correctly. I found out she invited a guy one other time a few months ago. She said he wasn’t a very good kisser so it didn’t go very far. I’m not sure whether or not she meant to convey all the information I received from the story, but it was almost everything I needed to know.

Knowing that the only thing that stopped the last guy was bad kissing, I dropped my guard and huddled in closer. We started kissing – and it seemed I would not be suffering the same fate as the last guy.

Perlah asked where I was staying and I invited the two up for a drink in my room – my hotel was about a block away. I’d splurged a little and got a pretty good room with a great view. I expected the other girl Terry to excuse herself but instead she quickly accepted the invitation, so all three of left The Golden Nugget and headed towards my room.

I locked arms with Perlah and extended a friendly hand to Jessy, and the three of us walked the whole way, arm in arm, with me between them… I had a few horny thoughts along the way. I was more attracted to Perlah, but Jessy’s enormous breasts knocking against my chest kept my mind open to other possibilities.

By the time we got to my room, I’d decided I needed to see Jessy’s breasts if possible. I know, give me an inch and I’ll wonder about the mile.

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Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush, part 2 of 4

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then here to …

Part Two:

“My roommates are sleeping – they are total dicks – we should do this later.”

Sheryl ignored me. She stared into my eyes, expanded her strokes up and down my cock and sucked on my bottom lip. She caught it with a lick as I pulled back to continue whispering my case.

“Why don’t we..”

I forgot what I was going to say – Sheryl interrupted my train of – grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt and pressed it against her. Her panties were wet. No, drenched. I pulled her skirt up to look.

She was wearing sheer black panties with some kind of lace pattern – her full blond bush was clearly visible – natural. My fingers slipped around the panties – right into her – it was a bath in there. Her wetness was already all over her lips – the top of her thighs – almost to her ass until I dipped two fingers and painted wet the rest of the way. Wet enough to smoothly pop the tip of my middle finger in back there. Sheryl moaned and “oh-my-godded” – already too loudly.

I was too turned on this point – too much to remember my efforts to keep us quiet. Sheryl scooted her skirt down – removed her sandals – bra – blouse – and slinky wet panties.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she worked my the fly of my boxers off. She gave me a light kiss with a delicate tip of tongue, and stepped back to my bed. She led me by my dick and arm as she sat back. In one continuous-ish motion, she laid back at the edge, lifted her legs apart, her knees up towards the ceiling, and reeled me in to the spot – slid right into her.

As soon as most of me was in her, I knew there’d be commotion of consequence. I tried to shush and tell her to be quiet. Maybe ten full thrusts and she started coming and announced it.

I gave up trying – let her be her – and fucked her like mad – we fucked hard – and she kept loud and got louder with each of several orgasms – until it happened.

“Oh god, Mike…”

What the fuck. My name’s not Mike.

“What the fuck, ‘Mike’?” I said as I pulled out and stood up – throbbing in pain – stopped dead on the verge of coming brains.

My roommates were up – I could hear one go into our shared bathroom in the hallway. Sheryl tried to correct the name – but it was too late.

She felt horrible and wanted to explain. She’d been seeing a guy – was getting serious with. He wouldn’t know about her trip to see me.

“I really like him but I’m sort of infatuated with you. I wasn’t thinking like it was him  – I think I’m just feeling guilty about this – so he was on my mind that way – just came out – I’m sorry.”
Gets crazier  –

And now you may read on to…

Part Three: Anal and More Anal