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Fucking an Escort In Vegas

An erotic tale from the male's perspective.

By Meaghan WardPublished 3 years ago 12 min read
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Fucking an Escort In Vegas
Photo by Mike Boening on Unsplash

Joey loosened his tie as he trudged down the strip, Vegas lit up like it was daytime in technicolor, the sidewalk crowded.

He was jostled and bumped by countless passersby as he worked his way from the convention center in the MGM Grand all the way down the strip to Circus Circus, the only hotel on the strip his cheap ass company would pay for.

The street, he noticed, was littered with flyers — whole page ads, post card sized, business cards — all of them featuring scantily clad busty women, with a few jacked men thrown in the mix.

Joey stopped in his tracks and immediately someone bumped into him from behind.

“Watch out, fucker!” some young man shouted at him as he passed, and Joey bent to pick up one of the flyers that caught his eye.

On a pink background was a photo of a young, innocent looking brunette, kneeling and looking up at the camera. She was wearing a sky blue babydoll nighty and her breasts were all but busting out of the top.

Her name, apparently, was Cassie.

It had been so long since Joey had been with a woman.

Years.

After his last relationship, he had given up on trying to date. He was never enough for any woman, in life or in bed, he had never satisfied anyone in his life.

Well, maybe things could change, Joey thought, tucking the postcard into his back pocket and picking up the pace.

When he finally reached his hotel room it was nearly midnight and he collapsed on the bed, pulling the card from his pocket to take a look at it in the light.

Whoever she was, she was young, beautiful, and perfect.

Joey could feel his cock stirring in his pants as he imagined what he might do with her, and his heart began to thud.

If he didn’t do it now, he would chicken out, Joey knew himself. So, he picked up the phone and dialed the number on the bottom of the postcard.

“Good evening, this is Ms. Brandy’s Escort Service, how may I help you?”

“I, uh…” Joey stammered, not knowing what to say.

“Do you have one of our flyers, sir?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Is there a particular woman or man you would like to see tonight?”

“Cassie,” Joey said, looking down at the card in his hand.

“Excellent choice, sir. Please give me your hotel and room number and Cassie will be with you within the hour.”

Joey rattled off his information, surprised at how sophisticated this whole thing was — they took his credit card information over the phone, or they wouldn’t send Cassie.

It could be a scam for all he knew, he could be getting his card maxed out by a crazy person and not just charged the $1000 an hour with Cassie.

$1000 an hour.

What was he thinking? What was he doing?

Joey made his way into the bathroom and stripped down to take a shower before Cassie arrived.

When he was drying off, he studied himself in the mirror.

His sixtieth birthday was quickly approaching, and Joey’s chest hair was all but white now, his hair more silver than black, his stomach a small bulge hovering over his cock, his muscles atrophied from years of not working them out.

No wonder he had no confidence to get a woman, he had no confidence in himself.

Just as Joey had finished up shaving his face and brushing his teeth he heard a knock on the door.

He was still standing with a towel wrapped around his waist, he hadn’t had time to get dressed, but he guessed it didn’t matter much.

With his heart hammering in his chest he went to the door and opened it, not able to hide his smile when he laid his eyes on Cassie.

She was even more beautiful in person than she was on the flyer, her shiny brown hair was cut into a short bob with short, straight bangs across her forehead, and she clutched a long, black coat around her body.

She looked like she couldn’t be a day over twenty-five, and Joey felt his cock stirring again as he stared.

“Joey?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, come in,” Joey said, stepping back so she could come through the door.

Cassie sauntered into the room and he watched her as she casually dropped the coat behind her as he went.

She was wearing the same blue babydoll getup as in the photo, white stockings pulled up to her thighs and tall black heels on her feet.

She sat on the bed and leaned back on her arms so that her breasts protruded from her chest.

Something snapped in Joey.

He felt totally disconnected from his normal self. He felt like he could do anything and everything to this young woman that he’d ever dreamed of doing and she would take it happily, more happily than any woman he’d ever been with.

He stepped toward her, and when he did she put her feet up on the bed and then let her legs fall open.

Joey gazed between her legs, at the thin white thong that was embedded in her slit, and his cock grew harder.

“What can I do with you?” Joey asked, not looking at her face.

“For $1000 an hour we can do whatever you want, baby,” Cassie said, and he finally looked upon her face, her sweet, young innocence, and he was surprised to see that she looked back at him eagerly.

Somehow, she was looking at Joey as if she wanted him and not the other way around.

“Let’s not waste any time with that, hmm?” she said, nodding to the towel around Joey’s waist.

He stuck a thumb into the side of the towel and let it fall to the floor, his cock springing up in front of him.

“Ooooh, baby, look at what you’re packing,” she said, her eyes lighting up in what Joey could only construe as delight.

He stepped toward her and Cassie sat up on the bed.

He took hard cock in his right hand and rubbed the tip of it against the side of Cassie’s soft cheek, and she smiled up at him.

Then, he ran the tip of his cock against her closed, smiling lips until she parted them and her pink tongue slid out, grazing his tip and making him shiver.

“Put it in your mouth,” he growled at her, feeling crazy, feeling totally unlike himself.

Cassie opened her mouth and used her tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft, then lapped all around him, teasing him by avoiding the head of his cock, and he gasped when he felt her take his balls into her delicate hand and start rolling them around.

Finally she took the head of his cock between her lips, one hand still cupping his balls, the other now stroking his shaft as her tongue swirled circles around the tip of his cock and he moaned.

Joey stood there and let her blow him, looking out the open window that had a view of the strip, and he imagined other people in other hotel rooms were watching him through the window getting sucked off, and it made him even more turned on.

But he couldn’t let himself blow his load yet, oh no, he wanted to experience being inside Cassie’s hot pussy.

He put a hand on her head and gently pushed her off of his cock, taking it in his own hand to stroke in her face.

“Lay down and spread your legs,” Joey ordered, and Cassie complied, shimmying up the bed so that her head rested on the pillows, and she spread her legs wide for him.

Joey crawled onto the bed and knelt between her legs, then reached forward and pulled at the white thong she was wearing, shoving it to the side so he could see her perfectly smooth, shaved pussy.

He’d never been with a shaved woman before and his cock pulsed, dying to be inside of her, but not yet.

As he knelt there, he noticed that Cassie’s clit was protruding from its hood, and he used his thumb to finger rub circles around Cassie’s clit while he slid two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy.

“Unnnggg…” Cassie groaned, her eyes closing.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you pleasure, Joey.”

“Well it would be my pleasure to eat your pussy.”

“Okay,” Cassie said with a laugh, and then helped him pull off her thong and he tossed it to the floor.

He bent between Cassie’s legs and put his nose up to her skin, breathing in the musky but sweet scent of her before he parted his lips and his tongue started dancing around her big clit, making her squeal.

He took both hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her in closer to him, and he dived into her, shoving his tongue into her wet hole and lapping up her delicious juices.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had his face in a woman’s pussy, it had been actual decades, and she tasted and smelled exquisite, so he told her so.

“Why, thank you, Joey,” she giggled.

He wanted to make her cum, but felt frustratingly pressed for time, so, reluctantly, he took one last taste of her and kissed her clit goodbye before he slid up her body and plunged his hard cock directly into her pussy.

“Oh,” she moaned as he started thrusting into her fast and hard, he was fucking her, there was no emotion here, no feeling, just raw, primal, fucking.

He bucked into her, panting, feeling closer and closer to cumming but not wanting to be finished yet, so he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back in the huge, king bed.

“I want you to ride my cock,” he said, and she wasted no time complying.

She slid down onto him slowly, the feeling of her hot pussy around his cock was incredible, and he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, but only just for a moment, because now her breasts were hovering in his face, and he had to see them.

“Take that off,” he demanded as she moved slowly up and down on his cock.

She lifted the babydoll nightie off of her and her breasts bounced down into his face — large, pert, perfect D cups he guessed, and he took them into his hands and felt their softness, felt Cassie’s nipples get hard as he brushed his thumbs over them.

While she fucked him, faster now, he leaned up and took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and then giving it a hard suck and nibble, and she groaned again.

Cassie was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he’d ever been with by far, and just looking at her made him nearly explode into her pussy, but he held off more, he couldn’t fathom how, but he had a vision in his head that he couldn’t get out.

He gently lifted Cassie off his cock, she weighed practically nothing, and laid her on the bed beside him.

Without warning, he straddled Cassie’s chest and worked his way up her body so that she had no choice but to take his cock back into her mouth.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” Joey groaned, and Cassie blinked and nodded subtly with her mouth spread wide around his cock.

He pumped in and out of her mouth.

This wasn’t a blow job. He was just using her mouth as a hole to fuck, her tongue lapping the underside of his shaft as he moved in and out of her, the pressure of her lips around his cock bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh God, I think I’m going to cum,” Joey said, and pulled out of her mouth, moving back down her body so he knelt over her chest, and he took his throbbing, wet cock in his hand and started jerking.

His orgasm gripped him as he looked down on Cassie’s smiling face.

Cum shot out of his cock and landed on her breasts, her lips, her cheeks, her neck — it was everywhere, and he pumped his cock and groaned loudly until nothing more would come, and then he looked down at the beautiful mess he had made on her.

He watched as Cassie’s tongue darted out of her mouth and licked the cum off her lips.

“MMmmm, you’re tasty,” she smiled.

He reached down and took her breasts gently in his hands, rubbing his cum into her skin, and she moaned with pleasure.

“That was great, Joey. You’re a really nice guy, but unfortunately time is up,” Cassie said, and gently pushed his hands away from her and sat up in the bed.

She grabbed her babydoll nightie and Joey watched as she slipped back into it, adjusting her large breasts in the baby blue cups of fabric, and then he caught the first, and sadly, last, look at her perfect little ass as she bent down to retrieve her thong and pull it back on.

“Can I tip you?” he asked.

“Of course,” Cassie said as she pulled on her jacket and heels.

He went to his wallet and pulled out five $100 dollar bills and fanned them out in front of her face.

“For just one kiss,” he said to her.

Cassie let the jacket drop back open and she stepped forward, letting Joey put an arm around her waist and pull her in.

His lips met hers and he slid his tongue into her warm mouth, sliding it back and forth and around hers. He kissed and kissed and kissed her, feeling something else stirring within him that he hadn’t felt in ages.

Actual desire.

Finally, Cassie pulled away and smiled, taking the money from Joey’s hand and slipping it into her pocket.

“Thanks for a great time, Joey,” she said as she made her way to the door.

“Thank you,” he said, and stood in the doorway watching her walk all the way down the hall until she reached the elevator, never once looking back.

When she was gone, Joey went and stood in front of his window, took his soft cock in his hand and started stroking it again, thinking of Cassie.

Somewhere down on those glittering streets was a beautiful woman who was just covered and sticky with his cum, and the thought of that made him hard all over again.

He stood and jerked off in front of the window, hoping someone out there was watching him.

He needed the attention.

He wanted the attention.

And he promised himself that when he got home, he would find the attention he needs.

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Meaghan Ward

I've come to make it steamy here.

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