Sin City

As I step out of the shower in our hotel bathroom I’m not surprised by the outfit you laid out for me. Nor am I surprised that you’re not to be found. I assume you are out on the balcony waiting for me to get dressed. I see the white stripper heels first. They are taller than I want but I am doing this for you. They tan pantyhose are laid across my silk black teddy and robe. The elbow length gloves will cover my hot pink nails I had done for you. You have all week to see them and feel them dig into your back on our getaway. The look of them as I give you a hand job as I talk about how I just had another man in our room with me bring dressed as a slut. I have all week to get you off with you staring at them. The pink lipstick that will match them perfectly is next to the dangling pearl earrings, necklace and bracelet for me to wear. There is a glass of wine on the dresser with my black mask leaning against it. I read the note. It is the order for me as to my dress and to drink up as I get ready for my evening.

As I sip my Pinot I think about the ten days we will be spending in Sin City on an all expenses paid trip. And here it is the first night and I will be putting on a show for room service. I know you hope for a guy for me to tease, maybe show too much leg to. I have to admit I do too. I play it down as I am doing it for you but I do like to be looked at that way. I could always brush up against him when I tip him for his delivery. Maybe his hand will brush against my silk covered body or his hand might touch my nylon covered leg. I know that’s what you want to see. I won’t mind if any of that happens either. You won the trip and I promised that I would do what you want, wear what you want. You packed my outfits, my heels and hose, jewelry and make-up. This is Vegas after all and short skirts and high heels are the norm. This trip is about you having me act out your fantasies. Not all of them I reminded you. I expect to be seen in different states on dress by many men but always as your tease. Maybe go to the bar for a drink and a conversation alone as a dick tease until you come in and whisk me away. I am already past tipsy from our afternoon and don’t need the wine, but it goes down smoothly.

As I slowly pull the pantyhose on my legs I realize that they are crotch less and that makes me think that I will cum tonight while wearing them. Another one of your fantasies will be coming true. I take another sip of wine and see that I am to put on the heels as per your note. As I slip my foot into them I gain 4 inches in height and I already feel like a vixen. I tighten the strap and put on the other shoe. I stand up and walk over to the bed to pick up the teddy and slowly place it over my head and feel the silk caress my body. I take another sip of wine as I put on the robe and tie it to my waist. I start to apply my makeup while sitting in front of the vanity with my legs off to the side to be seen as requested. I’m not sure where you are but I’m doing what you want me to do. I apply my eye shadow and mascara, a little blush, and my appearance start to change to trashy. I don’t mind the look as it reminds me of when I was younger dressing up for someone I haven’t met yet but would be fucking in a few hours. I know it turns you on to have your wife looking trashy for someone else. I slip on the earrings and the long pearl necklace. I reach for the gloves.

They go up to my elbows and I get turned on by how the silk rubs against my body, thinking it is you pressing up against me. I slip the pearl bracelet over my right hand and onto my wrist. I pick at my hair as I sip more of the wine. I am happy with how it looks and finish the wine. I apply the pink lipstick and put it in my robe pocket as per you instructions. I call out to you but there is no answer. I drink more wines while I wait for you. I call your phone to let you know I am ready but it goes to voice mail. I check the balcony but your not there. I get a text from you telling me to pour some more wine and drink it. I comply with you wishes. The next text tells me to sit on the bed, facing the door with the blindfold on and wait. Soon I hear a key in the door and I position myself so you can see me better. I put my right hand on the bed as I stroke my thigh with my left. The door closes and I get turned on by the smell of your cologne. It is drifting in to my nostrils and mixing with the smell of wine on my breath and the lipstick on my lips. I hear you breathing in front of me as your right hand slowly caresses by left calf and up my leg, under my robe and over my teddy.

The bed depressed as you sit to my right. Your left arm goes behind me as you stroke my legs with your right hand. You move in and we start to kiss gently and I fall back onto the bed and slide my left leg over you. As I taste the scotch on your breath I start to think that the tongue wrestling my tongue in my mouth as our lips are pressed together isn’t yours. “It couldn’t be” I think and let it happen some more. I tense up as I feel the tongue moving around more and more as his right hand moves up to my breast as he starts to feel me up over my teddy. It’s not you! He positions himself more on top and kisses me more aggressively. I realize that it isn’t you I’m on the bed with. The wave of guilt washing over me is fighting with the amount of wine I have had to drink, the taste of his tongue and the memories of my college days as I get turned on. He pulls his tongue out of my mouth and starts to kiss the nape of my neck. He licks my neck, breathes into my ear. I start to moan as the stranger is turning me on. The whole time his hand is stroking my leg and squeezing my ass. He sits up and asks me to stand up as he wants to see the whole package. Amazed that this is happening to me, I try to stand up but stumble back on the bed. He pulls me to my feet and I stand there as a sec object for a man I don’t know to look at me. I know I should be upset but have to admit I am turned on.

He kisses my neck again and whispers that he can’t wait to fuck me as he hopes the whore in front of him fucks as well as she look. Startled with what I hear I ask what he wants. I can’t believe I just said that to him. He guides me to the couch and I sit down in the same pose as when he entered the room to see his date for the night. I hear him pouring a glass of wine and he hands it to me to drink. I have a sip as he slips his left arm behind me and on the back of the couch. His right hand rests on my knee. He takes the almost empty wine glass from me, has a sip, and presses his lips against mine. As my mouth opens for his tongue his sip of wine enters my mouth and I drink from his lips. As his arm drops from off the back of the couch he pulls my head into his and we start to make out more. His hand caresses my legs under my robe and up to my teddy as it moves up to my thigh. I start to realize that this is going to happen and I start to pull away. He asks me if I don’t like to kiss and I say “I do but I shouldn’t”. I guess I could have stopped him at this point but I don’t. As I reach to take off my mask he stops me and says not to.

This is his fantasy and it is what he is paying for! I can’t believe my ears. This stranger I have unknowingly dressed up for, got felt up by and made out with has paid you to fuck me. He stands up, asks me to do the same. I slowly rise to my feet and can feel the effects of all the alcohol I have been drinking. As I sway from the fact that I’m past drunk, he leads me to other end of couch and asks me to kneel on it. As he guides me down upon the leather cushion and sits down. He pulls me to lie across him and kisses me as I come across his body. I end up resting across his body with pussy lining up with the erection I can feel through his pants. I put my hands on the arms of the couch and my elbows on the cushion and ask “Is this OK?” Without a word he strokes my left leg, reaching between my nylon covered legs above my knee and brushes up to my now wet pussy. I shutter. I am yearning for the man I haven’t seen yet. I am looking forward to feeling him inside me, stroking his hard cock in and out of me. The thought of him ravaging my body makes me reach between my legs and I start to masturbate. His stroking of my leg continues and he starts to rub my ass.

Without warning I get a spank! And than another! As my body is trembling I ask “why?” “Did you ask to masturbate?” “No.” I mutter. Then another smack comes against my ass. I stop rubbing my pussy to brace myself for the force of his hand on my tingling ass. Smack! Smack! “Did I tell you to stop?” Smack! I start to masturbate again. My nylon gloved finger feels good against my pussy. Smack! “I didn’t say to start again” I continue to pleasure myself and the spanking continues. “From here on in I am in charge of your body and what gets done to it” “OK” I mumble as my body heaves as my fingers circle my clit bringing me into such bliss. “Stop now.” I do as told even though I can be cumming in another minute if he lets me. As my body heaves slow down he puts his left hand to my face and guides my mouth to his. We make out as I balance myself on the couch with my right hand and accept his tongue in my mouth.

My left hand lands on his thigh and it is inches from his hard dick. I am seconds away from pulling it out of his pants for the night. My hand slides onto his cock and I mutter that I am in charge of this. He reaches to unzip his pants and pulls out his erect dick. I fumble quickly to start stroking the foreign dick that I will make cum tonight. He slides over to his left and put his right hand on the back of my head and guides my open lips to his cock. I put up some resistance but don’t really mean it. I wrap my glossy pink lips tightly around his dick as he slowly pushes my mouth down his shaft. I slow down as his dick is getting to the back of my throat. He removes his hand and places it on my hip. I take this as a sign to start sucking him off. I pull my head up and grip his cock with my right hand, and move my right leg onto the floor for balance. I go back down on him. Slowly and teasingly I repeat this. He lets out moans of pleasure as I repeat bringing my lips up and down his cock, over and over. His dick is hard and feels good in my mouth. I continue this motion. Up his dick and down his dick my lips go. Over and over I continue blowing the stranger on our couch. His hands rummage around my body, first on the robe, than under it and against the black silk teddy I wear to fuck you in. Still sucking his dick I pick up the pace. His hand is back on my thigh as he orders me to stop. I do as told even though I don’t want to. “Do you have something in your pocket?” he asks.