Vegas is such a crazy place, especially to try and find the perfect cock or even a Fisting Hypnosis Fantasy. It is truly like looking for a needle in a haystack. First, everyone is on holiday or married and wants a night or weekend fling. Most of the time, needing a fucking cab called on their way out. It isn’t personal; it is Vegas.

Most of us ended up here from a one-lane road running nowhere, stardom, or born and raised.

My reasoning wasn’t unique, this was my home, and I wanted to treat it as such. Most women go out just as much as the men, but it can be a bit overrated. Imagine the movie “Hangover,” except you never go home to the beautiful mansion. However, Vegas was my house and playground all in one. I preferred to keep my hangouts random; repetition can get boring.

However, this night I was out on the strip with a few friends.

Usually, the tourists come with some crazy adventure or story, and I needed something to keep all of my attention. After casing a few different clubs on the strip, we decided on a fancy little high-dollar spot. I watched my friends make their way from one table of gentlemen to the next, giggling like fools. It was entertainment, all by itself.

I was so entertained, in fact; I didn’t even notice a sharply dressed man had moved close to me.

Usually, I was not so quickly taken by the male species. However, this was different. This man’s confidence was intriguing, and he struck me as being very mature. Then another first, as I sent a drink his way. He returned the favor by paying for my entire tab, to my surprise. This gesture caught my attention, and I wanted to be polite.

I approached with caution, but my only intent was to thank him for his generosity.

This sharp, masculine specimen had other plans. His kisses began at my neck, continuous yet gentle and slow. Each kiss had a purpose, to keep my attention for as long as possible. His hands were up to a bit more trouble than his mouth, but that was temporary. Before I knew it, we were back at my cute tiny apartment.

His fingers worked their way down my abdomen, lower and lower.

As I felt the tips touch every inch of my body, his tongue slid down my breast. I could feel the warmth of his juicy spit as he began to suck on each nipple. Gently grasping it between his lips, then teeth for a bit of thrill, followed by a nasty pinch from his fingertips.

The very tip of my nipple is where his mouth and fingers met, but just for a brief moment before venturing out on their adventures.

His mouth continued to suck on each breast, making sure to nibble from time to time. As he looked up into my eyes, put one finger, then two, then three up to my lips.

Of course, you dirty Dom boys and girls enjoyed reading part one of my Fisting Hypnosis Fantasy. Cum back on Friday to read part two! You can purchase my naughty audio blog if you are as kinky as me and can’t wait. There are always extra details. Don’t forget I am starting to build my collection, so check out another one of my naughty adventures.

 

 
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