Sizzling Spa in Las Vegas
Hey, it's been a while. One thing about life is that it steals time for other things, like writing. By the way, all participants are over 18.
Las Vegas, or Sin City, wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but that's where the concert was happening. So, the four of us headed there in two cars. Unfortunately, I didn't ride with you, but I didn't mind as I got some quality time with a close friend. We caught up and talked about what was coming. By the time we got to the AirBnB, we were itching to get out of the vehicle. It was a spacious place, with a large kitchen, four beds, and two bathrooms – more than enough for us, but that's what we found. The only thing that interested me was the hot tub.
That afternoon was all about recovery. We had some lighter meals, shopping for essentials, and a little bit of TV for the group. Later, we all enjoyed some hot tub time, only this time you and I had something different in mind. I had considered a few ideas about what I'd like to do with you, such as quiet blowjobs and sly fingering while I covered your mouth. Although you've been tough to seduce in strange situations, and resisted a few of my kinky suggestions, it's amusing to imagine such things. However, I do respect that.
When we met in the bedroom after everyone retired, I found you waiting for me. When you embraced me and kissed me, I was pleased. You whispered that you wanted us to have some private time in the tub. I was excited, but unfortunately, we had to wait for those two guests to turn in first. We spent the time in the living room, watching out for any movement, and occasionally touching ourselves.
Finally, the time came when we knew no one was around. I was wearing my swimsuit, but you decided to change into yours for some reason before stepping out onto the back patio in your regular clothes. When you urged me to strip, I couldn't help but command you to do the same. On the back patio, surrounded by neighbors and with a view of anyone interested, you didn't wait for my command. First, the top came off, then the bra, revealing your soft breasts in the cool night air. I grabbed you and pulled you close, sucking on one of your nipples as you tried to touch my hair and then pushed me away. I loosened the tie on your sarong, which fell away, leaving you only in your underwear.
Honestly, I'm not sure what you thought would happen that night, or if I'll ever figure it out. Once you were naked before me, illuminated only by the single back porch light, I wasn't thinking much about your desires. Instead, I knew that I'd use you. I watched as you climbed the steps and sat on the ledge, then went into the tub. Soon, I stripped and joined you, intending to indulge in your boldness. I didn't care for any foreplay; I knew exactly what I wanted, so I stood in front of you and you knew it too. You opened your mouth to take over my cock. The heat from the water kept us warm, and as you touched my body with your hands, I pushed forward until your head hit the wall. No matter how hard you tried to move, you couldn't escape as my shaft filled your throat up to its base. I could feel the vibrations from your moans surrounding me as I stood close. I went deep for ten seconds, then twenty, and before a minute passed, I pulled out and let you catch your breath. As your head turned up to me with yearning in your eyes, I couldn't help but think you'd be incredulous about how quickly everything changed.
I gripped your head firmly, guiding your lips toward me once more, transforming your neck into a cheap sex plaything. The following thirty minutes were a messy chaos of me thrusting into your throat, pressing your head against the wall, and keeping you still between my palms. Regularly, I'd withdraw, allowing you to clear your throat of spit and pre-cum, elevate your head, and expose my balls to your mouth for my amusement. Then I'd plunge into you again, watching your eyes well up with tears as you gazed up at me and struggled to breathe with my thick member smothering your air. Feeling you attempt to milk me as you fought against being pushed away until you could no longer resist. By the time I was prepared to move on, your chin was coated with drool, dripping down your throat and onto your chest before being washed away by the steamy water.
I backed up then, resting on the shallowest step near the entrance and encouraging you to join me there. I wanted you to be more than just a mere spectator for the next part. Making you ride me, having a public intercourse when you're usually so timid and reserved in all other circumstances, was an irresistible turn-on. So I guided you onto my lap, positioning myself in your hot aperture while you clung to the edge for balance, and lowered yourself down onto me. Troublesome as it was, the shallow pool water wasn't the finest lubricant; hence, it was an excruciatingly slow descent to the hilt, and you soon discovered which motions felt the best for you, grinding instead of bouncing, moving your hips in tight circles, pressing our bodies together. Once you had developed your cadence, you didn't think twice about attempting to have an orgasm.
I reached up to guide your head towards my neck, allowing you a place to sob into as you did so, trying to muffle the sounds you couldn't help but make. Soon your screaming evolved into whimpers, and you settled down to regain your breath. While we enjoyed a moment of relative calm and quiet within the water, I circled an arm around your waist and embraced you. I urged you to savor this moment, competing to stretch out the process, and also to prevent you from growing too loud, and to ensure that I could hold an intelligible conversation with you. I jerked your head out of my neck, making you face me, and called you my Vegas slut. I remarked how I recognized the tentative entertainer within you would eventually emerge the moment you stepped out onto the strip. How many onlookers do you believe were compelled to listen to you climax while strolling the strip? I inquired if you minded if they were witnessing me punching my shaft into your throat. You simply moaned out a resigned response before confirming that I could do it once more, if they desired to watch more.
Iexerted my grip on your hair intensely, wrenching back your head, and pushed your lower abdomen down to grind your clit against me. I urged you not to relinquish your rhythm and ordered you to continue fucking me. Your orgasm-hungry whore wouldn't dare cease, and I highlighted this by ordering you. At this point, I'm not sure if you were actually comprehending the words. You moaned once again with content, and your hips began to move voluntarily. But I didn't ease up on the crude speech. I encouraged you to ride me, to flaunt the pleasurable sensations my cock provided, and to display your penchant for satisfying it. Prove to them you want to cum just as I command, and to let me do whatever I wanted to you. I told you I wished to saunter around the strip without your clothes, plastered in a facing of cum, and this was sufficient to spark your second climax. This time, despite my clamped hand on your mouth, you were unable to silence your cries. And as soon as your frenzy subsided, you snatched my fingers and shoved them into your mouth, avidly attempting to take them to your throat.
After ending up in bed, I pushed you down and sat on your chest. I restrained your hands over your head and leaned over you, hanging my penis in front of your mouth. To my astonishment, you sat up as much as you could and pulled me towards your face. It took all my willpower to prevent myself from falling in headfirst and crashing into your mouth. I didn't want to stay in this position for long, and I didn't want to ejaculate like that. I told you how proud I was of you, as you tried to shove more and more of me into your mouth. I bragged about my little slut who wasn't hesitant to submit outside the bedroom. I also let you know that I wasn't finished with you and that I wanted you to cum to the point of not being able to think clearly. I then slid down your body, positioning myself between your legs.
From there, you spread your legs and offered me access to your pussy once again, asking me to guide myself inside while you used your hands to pull your lips apart. As soon as I got there, you opened wide and grabbed your knees, leaving yourself open for me to secure myself inside your love tunnel. I was soaked, and I slid in without difficulty. I held your thighs tightly, preventing you from moving your legs or getting away from my hard thrusts. In this position, I could've easily lifted my knees, dominating you by pinning you to the bed and treating your pussy like a fleshlight. And that's exactly what I did. I rammed myself into you with as much force as I could apply, enjoying the sound of flesh on flesh. I even adjusted the length of my strokes so that they didn't make contact more than once each pass, thrusting into you without any effort from you.
However, I eventually loosened my grip and laid over you, drooling with saliva as I put my right hand around your neck and my left hand on your ass. My middle finger wandered between your cheeks, teasing your back door, knowing you would beg for me to take it. While I entertained all kinds of thoughts about forcing a second finger and a penis into you, I resisted. All I wanted to do was fuck you like a sex doll during this intense session, taunting you with my frolicsome grinding against your clitoris while asking if you wanted it, if you were a toy to be used for my pleasure. Eventually, you came one last time, causing your vagina to grip both fingers. At this point, I pulled my fingers out and rolled off you. You were out of breath, disoriented, and couldn't speak.
I kissed you softly and informed you that I was about to pleasure myself next, adjusting my position with one leg bent under you while my crotch faced your head. I forced my erection into your mouth while also slapping your tits, teasing your nipple with my fingertips. I licked and swallowed my fingers before lathering them in your saliva. I gradually started stroking my penis, relishing the pleasure of your mouth engulfing my member. I didn't have a particular plan. I merely required you to be pressed against the mattress for your service. When you started sucking my cock, I allowed it. As I stared down at your body oozing love juices, I relished the sensation of my penis disappearing inside your mouth. I savoured each incoming thrust that had me on the verge of cumming, moving my hips until you began to struggle before I lifted myself far enough so you could catch a breath.
Before I faded away, I straddled your face and allowed my cock to be completely rubbed against it. I loved the sensation of the pleasure of being dominated by my own slut. I creased your face against the mattress, allowing you to tongue-fuck me. Also, I jerked off while you did it and eventually came. Afterwards, you freed my limp cock from your mouth and stared at the lake of cum that formed on your concave stomach. You excitedly scooped the fluid from your skin as you fingered your own vagina, ultimately climaxing.
Satisfied with my success in this cricket master, I desired to nestle beside you and observe the consequences of my bodily prowess. Simultaneously, I felt a surge of euphoria as we both basked in our post-orgasmic delirium. I couldn't contemplate anything else, despite my inability to move.
We spent some time together, breathing heavily and clinging to each other, our closest contact being a clenched hand - the most affection we could manage without getting too hot or expending too much energy. After a while, we sat up, adjusted the covers, switched off the lights, and slipped into bed, still smelling of the semen I refused to clean off.
