Lucky In Las Vegas!

One of the things I love about the adult entertainment industry is the people working on it. My job is related to it – sex toy designer – and I constantly travel to their different expositions and conventions. You won’t believe the characters in the industry. Some are the shady types your mother warned you about, others could pass as your next door neighbor in any American suburb. I love to meet and share with them because there is always something new to learn.

I learned three things early when attending these events: a) Never have sex with the talent, b) Avoid sex with other attendees, and c) Never give info of the hotel you are staying. I was lucky and learned all three with only minor injuries.

Six years ago I was attending my first really big adult entertainment event. It was a huge expo in Las Vegas and although I already had been in the design industry for a few years, I had only went to small events in New York and Miami. Compared to the one in Vegas, the ones I had gone before looked like small towns county fairs. Thousands of attendees, hundreds of booths, and scantly dressed women everywhere you turned your head. Porn stars, adult models, booth models, and strippers made the testosterone to work overtime and their trained teasing was having effect on more than a few male expo participants.

I was there working a booth with two other guys and soon my eyes fixed on one of the models from the booth across ours. This woman was about 25 years old, 5′-4”, with a body that in any other place would turn heads, but there it was lost on the sea of flesh available. She was wearing a red lycra promo-girl uniform that allowed to see a preview of her assets – and she had plenty! Her ass tested the elasticity of the material and her breasts did not allow the front zipper of the outfit to close completely, exposing a massive cleavage. She appeared to be Asian, maybe Filipino or Thai, with dark green eyes and her hair in a bob cut that exposed her neck. Her hair was black with a naturally white section of hair in the front – something I call a “Tongolele” after a Mexican vedette from the 1940′s that had it. I had always found that white strand of hair sexy and it was what I was looking when she realized I was checking her out. She smiled and made a little dance that made her big melons bounce – and my cock to stir inside my pants. We were too busy with public to talk, but as soon the floor closed for the day, I crossed to her booth.

Her name was Victoria and indeed, she was Filipino. She was also a local, usually working during weekends as a promotion model for hotels, casinos, and whatever else the agency called her. This weekend, her job was promoting a personal lubricant brand I knew well and she hated it. We laughed about the occurrence and I invited her to go out, but she explained her contract forbid her to date anyone involved with the expo during the activity, but she could after the closing of the expo. I was going to stay a few days after the show, so we left that option open.

On the last day of the expo, I went to her booth as soon the floor closed and invited her for dinner. She was starving, so she accepted and asked me to give her an hour to change. She asked where I was staying and when I told her the name of the hotel, she mentioned one restaurant on the grounds we could go. Being the local, I trusted her, so I would wait for her at the restaurant’s bar.

A few minutes after an hour I was at the bar ordering a beer when Victoria appeared and turned a few heads. She was wearing the proverbial little black dress with high heels. She looked the part of a dominatrix, with bright red lips, silver jewelry, and a strut that made everything bounce the right way. The dress had this silver chain belt that dangled seductively on her hips and swung a little bit with every step she took. Soon Victoria was sitting next to me at the bar and we were making small talk until they got our table ready. I don’t remember what I ate because during all the dinner, I was giving more attention to her dress, her breasts, and the two nipples that were attempting to rip the fabric. She noticed and a few times she playfully reminded me that her eyes were slightly higher. She teased me shamelessly, holding my hands over the table, rubbing her feet on my legs, and caressing my arms with her long fingernails. This woman wanted me to beg her to go to my room and honestly, I would had gone on my knees to beg her if needed.

Fortunately, I did not have to beg, just to ask. Victoria accepted without much thinking and after charging the bill to my room, we walked to the nearest elevator. The elevator was empty, so as soon the door closed, I grabbed her by her waist and kissed her. We were devouring each other mouths when the elevator stopped at my floor. We got out and walked to my room, one of my hands on her ass and the other fumbling inside my pocket, searching for the key to the door.

We got inside my room and I barely closed the door when my hands were all over her. She responded, and our hands were busy exploring the other while our tongues were having a wrestling match inside our mouths. I felt her breasts and ass over her dress, Victoria was grabbing my package with one hand and my ass with the other. I kissed her cleavage and caressed her thighs, making her to moan softly. My cock wanted to feel the hand caressing it without the interference of fabric and was pressing my pants. We were like that for a few minutes until Victoria told me she wanted to ride me.

Who am I to say no to a request from a hot lady? I lied on my back while observing Victoria taking off her heels and climbing to bed. We were still dressed, but she sat on my torso with her legs to each side of my body, and bent over to devour my mouth with hers. I felt her hands guiding mine above my head when I felt something cold on my wrists. I tried to incorporate but it was too late… the bitch had handcuffed me to the post of the headboard lamp! She removed from top of me laughing while I shouted at her to release me. When she stood at the feet of the bed, I noticed that her belt was gone… the chain belt on her dress, which I had found so sexy, was in fact the chain of the handcuffs.

My shouting and cursing stopped when I noticed she had taken a small gun from her purse. Looking at how easily she had handcuffed me and how relaxed she was holding a gun against a chained man, I realized she had done this before – plenty of times… If her plan was to mug me, she could take her time to go through my possessions. If she wanted to kill me, she could shoot me right then, or slash me with a knife she could have hidden in her purse. A well placed slash and I would bleed to death and no one would find my body until the cleaning lady show up in two days. Victoria was in control and she knew it…

When I silenced, Victoria smiled and walked to the side of the bed, sitting next to me. She inclined so she could touch me with her left hand while keeping the gun on her right hand, far away from any chance I could have to take it. She inclined a little and stroke my face. I was scared shit less, sweating, and I could feel my heart beating like a heavy metal drum, but somehow managed to talk to her as if I was James Bond in one of his usual movies.

“So, Victoria, what is the deal?”

She smiled and began talking as if she was giving a presentation. “Oh, so brave…” she said playfully while caressing my face with her hand. “You men are so predictable… just give them the promise of sex and they fall like idiots. It’s true what they say- a pair of good tits can drag more than a tractor…” she said getting closer, intoxicating me with her perfume. “Remember when I told you how I hated these events? I have to stand there, almost naked for the wolves to drool on me, pinch me, grab my ass, and listen to their dirty comments. Some even believe sleeping with them is part of the contract…assholes. We are smart women – and we deserve respect! A few of us got tired of all that bullshit and made a plan. We would endure the torture of the expo floors and at the end of the event, each would take one of the horny fools, go to their rooms, drug them, and clean them. They would wake up with their wallets thinner, their watches and jewelry gone, and if we were lucky, with some expensive jewelry from the hotel boutiques – charged to the room account, of course. They also would get a note or an e-mail with a few compromising photos they don’t want their wives to see just in case they have the desire of going to the police” she said, making me feel just like Bond listening to the bad guy explaining his master plan.

“But something tells me you have other plans for me…” I said trying to force a smile.

“I knew you were smart!” she said before giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “You were my target on the first day, but then I observed you during the expo… you were, how to say, different. You wanted to fuck me, I could say that, but you were respectful. You were not flirting with the girls, being rude, or a plain jerk. You were there doing your job, and I liked that…” Victoria said standing from the bed and going back to her purse to put the gun back inside it.

“So, why the handcuffs?” I asked completely confused

“Oh, those… well, I still need you to be handcuffed, at least for a while. But before we continue…” she ran to the door and quickly opened and closed it, securing it from the inside. She came back smiling and saying we did not want to be disturbed for a few hours. Then she looked at the night table where my MP3 player was charging connected to the room’s stereo system and went to it, checking its contents. If before I was confused, now everything was simply bizarre. There I was, completely dressed on bed, my hands handcuffed to a post and a hot Asian woman who was a confessed extortionist ring leader checking my MP3 player. What was not wrong with this picture?

Suddenly Guns ‘n’ Roses “Welcome to the Jungle” was blasting on the room sound system and Victoria was dancing to it. My face was showing all my confusion when while dancing at the feet of my bed, she turned to face me and laughed.

“Don’t worry dear… I need you handcuffed because I’m going to fuck you Vegas style!”

Saying that, she began to slowly open the zipper of the little black dress, dropping it to the floor just when the song ended. She was now in her underwear, an exquisite black mesh lingerie I recognized from another vendor. I made a mental note to suggest that guy to use Asian models if I escaped alive from this. Victoria looked so hot in that set, that if I had not been handcuffed to the wall, I would had jumped on top of her and fucked her on the floor. She was giving me the ultimate private strip-tease show, but I could not touch anything – hers or mine. I decided to relax and enjoy the show- even if she took the few hundred dollars left on my wallet, the show was worth three times as much.

Another song played and she adjusted her dancing. She had selected my “Music of the 80′s” playlist, and most of those songs now were used in strip clubs. She looked red hot on her lingerie, shaking her ass and breasts to “Girls, Girls, Girls” and my cock came back to life with a vengeance. She noticed and sat on my lap when the next song began, giving me the hottest lap dance I had experienced in more than thirty years of life. She would grind my groin with her cunt while brushing her breasts on my face and chest. Her face was a mask of lust, with her eyes closed, her mouth open letting deep moans of pleasure while her hips followed the rhythm on top of my rod as if she was on cruise control. I felt my cock dripping with pre-cum, while her hands were on my shoulders for support. Another song came out and she ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the place. With a smile of pure evil mischief, she sled down to my belt buckle and undid it, opening the button of my pants. Instead of unzipping my pants, she began to kiss the outline of my erection over the pants, grabbing my balls also over the fabric. I was trashing, trying to get out of my pants, when she laughed loudly and undid the pants zipper with her mouth. She followed that act with grabbing my pants and underwear, and in a single motion, pulled both down to my knees, freeing my cock.

My cock is average – about six inches long- but it is thicker than the average. I felt the cool air of the AC and I shuddered. Victoria was admiring her work… My cock was harder than I ever felt it at the time, angry with all its veins pulsating and the tip completely purple and oozing clear fluid. She teased it, passing her fingernails all over the shaft and tip, collecting some of the fluid and spreading it over my cock’s head. I was grunting and trying to control my breathing to avoid cumming, but I feared that was a battle I was losing. Victoria noticed that I was close to shoot my load and stopped.

“Not yet, dear, not yet…” she said standing up from the bed. She looked around for my convention goodies bag – everyone working at the floor got one – and found it next to the desk where she had left her purse and her gun. I observed her searching for something when she celebrated finding a bottle of cooling lubricant we got from the booth she was working.

Without a word, she came back to bed, lying on top of me and kissing me deeply. She opened the lube bottle and poured a good amount on my cock. It felt as if someone had poured cold water on my prick, but it was too hard to deflate. She began to masturbate me with her hands, smearing my fluids and the cooling, desensitizing lubricant over my erection and my balls. Her pace was slow and deliberate, matching her respiration to the speed of her hands. I noticed she was using one of my legs to rub her pussy, humping my leg. Her breasts were still inside her bra, but her nipples were hard as pencil erasers and I noticed they were pierced with red bars visible through the mesh fabric. Victoria was moaning, deep guttural moans that were pure sex. At that time I forgot I was handcuffed, that Victoria had a gun on the table and that she was a criminal – my mind was focused on the slow and brutal handjob this woman was giving me.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly I found myself pushing my hips up to fuck Victoria’s hands. I wanted to cum and I was close – and she knew it. Victoria began to grab my cock harder, but kept the same slow pace. She looked at my face and started teasing me. “Do you want to cum? Go ahead try to… I am going to deny it…”

The thing is that was exactly what she was doing. Every time I was ready to blast, she would press a spot between my balls and my ass, denying me the pleasure of ejaculating. She did that two or three times before encouraging me to shoot. I did not need any, so after a few strokes, I began shooting sperm. The first jet landed on her breasts and the others went on her thighs and all over her hands. She basically kept tugging my little friend until no more cum was left. She never went faster – she milked my cock dry.

I was panting and my wrists were a little bit chaffed by the handcuffs. When I managed to say that it had been incredible, she laughed and removing her bra said “Dear, that was just the opening act… the real fucking starts now!”

There I was, lying on the bed, with my hands chained to the wall, my shirt ripped open, my pants and underwear rolled down to my knees, my cock deflating after the most brutal ejaculation I had experienced in my life, cum everywhere over my groin, thighs and belly… and a 25 years old Asian with gigantic breasts sitting on top of me telling that the best was still ahead!

“What a messy boy you resulted to be! We will have to clean this before we continue…”she said, playing with a strand of semen she removed from her breast. Actions followed her words and she began to clean the cum pooled on my body – with her tongue! She licked the whole mess – groin, lower abdomen, her hands – and swallowed, savoring every drop going down in her throat. That show got me excited for round two and she approved with a comment.

The sound system was playing something from Joan Jett and Victoria left the bed and resumed her dancing. Now that the bra was gone, her big breasts were bouncing with her choreography which she continued even when she went back to the grab bag. Her ass was wiggling and bouncing and I felt every note of the bass on my erection. She turned around and continued dancing with a silver packet that I recognized as a condom wrapper. A new song began, and still dancing, she removed her mesh panty, allowing me to see her nicely trimmed black pubic hair. She took the chair from the desk and gave me a little dance, opening her legs to show her already moist pussy, and with a quick movement, opened the condom wrapper. I don’t remember how the hell she moved from the chair to the bed so fast, but the next thing I remember was her, placing the rubber on my erection and her face with a sick grin when she said “It’s showtime!”

She took my erection on her hand and guided it to her wet pussy, slowly seating on it until my balls were the only part of my genitalia outside her hungry hole. She then inclined to the front, offering her nipples to my mouth and I took them in like I was a lactating baby. Her nipples were hard as rubber and as I had noticed earlier, pierced with red barbells. The aureola were dark and kind of small for those big breasts. I heard her moaning, deep and long, like the purring of a big cat. She removed her breasts from my mouth and began grinding in rhythm with the music coming from the sound system. She was now giving me another slow lap dance with a power ballad, three minutes later she would be rocking the whole bed with trash metal, and later she would be bouncing on my lap with some pop music. She could dance your socks out, that was sure!

I don’t remember how much time we spent like that, but I remember her getting orgasm after orgasm. I counted three when I lost track because she was fucking me like a possessed. I already had shot a huge load, but I felt another one building. I was wearing a condom, so I just enjoyed the sensations and let it go with Victoria glued to me. I felt my cock shooting inside the latex casing, but she did not allow my little friend to go soft. Even after two big loads, Victoria kept grinding and slapping my meat with her pussy, having more orgasms. Her pussy was on fire and it felt like having three hands milking my boner, which after two loads in the evening was surprisingly still hard.

Our bodies and the bed sheets were soaked with our sweat and body fluids and Victoria was fucking me, searching for yet another orgasm. My balls hurt, by legs were numb, and my wrists were sore and chaffed, but my universe was revolving around the pussy milking my cock and the breasts dangling in front of my eyes. Now and then, she would incline her body, kissing me hard, rubbing her body against mine and biting my lips and earlobes while whispering with desperation to give her another orgasm.

She was close to it, and began to impale herself hard and fast on my rod. She was slamming the bed against the bed and the handcuffs were cutting me when her body tensed and arched back with the powerful orgasm she had been searching for. Somehow the visuals got me over the edge and I felt my balls contracting for the third time, filling the condom with a fresh load. It shot so strongly, I believed I had broken the condom.

Victoria collapsed over me, panting and smiling. Her hair was matted with sweat, sticking to her face and neck. She kept kissing me softly until my deflating cock slipped out of her pussy. She took the full condom on her hands and showing it to me complimented me on the loads inside it before pouring the contents inside her mouth, swirling my man juice inside it like you do with wine, then swallowing it like it was some sort of liquor.

Victoria rolled to my side and told she was going to release me and warned me not to try anything stupid. I had to laugh and told her that even if I wanted to do something stupid, I could barely move. “Good” she said relieved, “because I’m too tired to stop you from trying!”

As promised, she removed the handcuffs and tossed them to the floor. My wrists were cut and slightly bloodied, and she was sincerely sorry it could leave a mark. She took off my shoes and pants, which were still on my knees, and massage my legs until I felt the circulation back. When both had recovered some strength, we took a shower together, washing each others body.

Rubbing her back and washing her big and well formed ass, somehow my cock began to harden. She felt it on her ass, and with a surprised face, turned to check if it was really my cock poking her ass. “Damn, dear with what do you feed that thing?” she said before kneeling in front of me inside the shower and began licking my now painfully erect friend. She then changed to sucking it with passion. Her mouth on my cock and the hot water from the shower head where a combination made in heaven, but with renewed strengths, now I wanted the trifecta – I wanted that ass!

I removed myself from her mouth and help her to rise. I kissed her and spun her so her back was again facing me. “I’m sorry dear, but my pussy is too sore for another one…” she said to discourage my intentions while I kissed her neck and groped her sensitive breasts.

“Who said anything about your pussy?” I said, before bending her forward to expose her asshole. She tried to get away, but with my hands free, I was too strong for her. I pointed my erection to her asshole and pushed slowly. She yelled and cursed, but as soon my cock was fully inside, she relaxed and began to enjoy the anal rape I was giving her. Knowing she was not going to fight anymore, I grabbed her waist and began banging her ass. Victoria was grunting, her breasts bouncing without control, and my aching balls were slapping her ass while the hot water was falling over our bodies. We were so sensitive that the ass fucking did not last long. After a few minutes, Victoria was cursing loudly with yet another orgasm at the same time I was convulsing on her back, shooting a miraculous fourth load deep inside her ass. The exhaustion was so much that we had to sit down on the floor of the shower until our legs were able to carry us to bed.

We slept together and were so sore the following day that we stayed in bed. I ordered room service and called the other guys to let them know I was busted and would not be able to play the golf rounds we had planned. Of course they guessed why I was busted…

Before leaving, Victoria gave me a goodbye blowjob and asked me to keep my MP3 player. Considering that this woman had fucked the shit out of me when she could kill me if she wanted, the MP3 player was not a loss. Next day at the airport, my pals wanted to hear the details about the dark marks around my wrists. I gave them a few highlights of my adventure, omitting the parts of the gun and the extortion ring. They did not believe it, but I had the wrist marks, and Victoria’s panties which I had asked her as a souvenir of my Vegas adventure.

Waiting for our flight, I overheard another guy a few seats down. He was calling his bank about some missing few thousands dollars in his bank account. When he got frustrated, he hung his phone and shared with me – a total stranger – that someone had taken his debit card and spent almost five thousand dollars in purchases on the hotel stores. He had somehow lost a new Cartier watch, and even a necklace he had purchased for his wife. He was cursing the hour he decided to visit fucking Vegas, when we began the boarding process.

During the flight back home, I imagined Victoria and her girls exchanging stories of her fools while checking the loot and listening to their new MP3 player.

Yes, I got lucky in Vegas!

 

 

 

 

 

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