a weeknight in Las Vegas

[daintyflowergirl]

Close your eyes as the reader and take a few deep breathes. Try to push away the various distractions for just a moment and let yourself immerse in the situation. As the reader you are a husband, a boyfriend, a lover, or a date ... with me as your woman beside you. The place, the directions, the descriptions really exist.

i would love and crave to hear your thoughts and reactions

it is my fervent hope all enjoy reading this ...

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Its a cool night in the middle of the week .... near 10:30pm and night has settled over the enormity of Las Vegas. i cower against you in the back of the taxi as it surges north through traffic on Las Vegas BLVD and then right on to Sahara AVE. Its out of vacation season and the weeknight traffic and crowds are reduced mostly to business travelers and conventioners.

The taxi passes by the Sahara hotel on the right, and then the old Hilton, leaving the lights of the strip behind and heading east .... VERY QUCIKLY passing into the rougher more run down sections of east Vegas ...

You are dressed sharp and handsomely; a dark tweed sport jacket, a fitted ecru dress shirt, and a pair of slate olive trowsers. choclate leather wingtips shined impecably.

In contrast, a little coat is pulled tight and high on my neck ... it comes just below mid thigh ... concealing the outfit you seduced and willed me to wear for you this eve.

http://www.wickedtemptations.com - (as daring as you imagination wants it to be)

The taxi turns right about 15 blocks of of the strip into a parking lot and between the gap in two LONG buildings ... long buildings that are revealing to be the back sides of old run down strip malls in two opposing L shapes with another L exposed in the back L forming almost a big box.

a MAMOUTH parking lot in the middle the size of 3 or 4 football fields. Off to the right side of the nearly deserted parkinglot there are cars ... what turns out to be 20 to 30 hoveed around one particularly wide stall of the mall with blacked out windows and a large green neon sign ... "THE GREEN DOOR"

We have done the google searches, we have read the various accounts, checked the web site and looked at the pictures of the club. The general impressions from most is clear ... too many single men, too many watchers, too much pressure. But a few others paint a different picture ... a picture of a mammouth 20,000 sqare foot club spread out over 2 floors. Most social 'swingers' decry the place, avoid it ... particularlly on weeknights when it is dominated by single men. Only the few that WANT to be watched, and even more rare ... to have single men join ... venture to this place.

Instead of being a big open room, they tell of a dimly maze of lounges and hallways and nooks and doors, stairwells and corners where vitually an depravity or debauchery can be had if there is a desire for it. The impression left is tempting, mysterious, and daunting to the point of scarry.

the cab pulls to the curb ... a large burly white man with a jolly face helps with the door ... and guestures to a door on the left side .... like the size of a small store in a mall ... apparently the enterance to the club ...

'How is it tonight?' i hear you ask as you climb from the cab passing the man a folded 5 dollar bill smoothly.

"Pretty dead ..." he replies "only 1 or 2 couples and a bunch of " ... he puases as you turn to see me inching toward the door of the cab to exit as well " ... but that might be just fine for the two of you ... if thats what you want ..." his voice changing when he sees you are not alone.

The implication of his words obvious ... on a night like tonight, women only come to explore ... but more specifically than that ... they come because of all the men that will be here. Most couples avoid the club on such nights virtually guarenteeing that the men will out number the women by 8 to 1 or more. Women come or are brought to this club on this night for near a single purpose ... to be watched and to be taken. And on this night there are only a couple of others ...

i blush as i exit ... struggling to keep the coat pulled tight despite the humid hot night air of las vegas

2 other men ... both slovenly mill about on the side walk with in 30 feet of the cab ... NOBODY enlse is in view ...

usually packed on weekeneds in the height of tourist season ... this is neither ... your hand on the small of my back urging me past the blacked out windows to the little door, its counter, and the dark hallway that awaits.

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feel free to post or message your comments and/or what outfit from wicked temptations you choose to be beneath the little rain coat.

[orca_n_humpy]

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As we enter the checkin foyer area we see the little window. Behind it is a pleasant female face and a not so pleasant looking bouncer type.

I wink saucily at the two males that fell in behind us. They flank us, one to the right and one to the left. Each of them reach out an grab a nice hand full of ass. Even through your long length coat they manage to get a nice grope.

After their extended grope the bouncer asks the boys to take it inside and add my visual acknowledment by asking them to procede ahead of us to the lady behind the window. She asked each of them for their ID's and a hundred bucks.

You with the most sultry voice asks 'why dont you wait inside the third video booth on the left?" Like drunk sailors, they acknowledge your command. I laugh at myself because I really dont have any power over you. We both think of me as your master, telling and daring you into this or that, and that whip...it was your idea.

I am completey hard know as it is our turn to pay the women. We are both nervous, or really horny, as she just figures out that verbal communication is useless. We hand her our ID's and the cash for entry. She gives us colored wrist bands to indicate the couple power. She looks you straight into the eye and says "good luck honey". I smile because I know I leave their with more than what i came in with...well maybe less.

We make our way past the bouncer who having search to two men is willing to just pass us through. We both look disjointed, and he reluctantly recants his position. "Raise your arms please" he says to you. He gets a full view of your outdit that we worked on for so long. He blinks both eyes to ensure he's ok, then looks at me to make sure its ok. IT IS OF COURSE OK FOR ME.

you wrap your coat once again and enter through the very 70ish bead door covering and we find our first victims...I mean guests the larger of the three stalls. I knew it was a good first stop because there is very rarely anyone in the$1/$5 video booths. Most people want the live show way around the corner and in the back and upstairs.

We enter the booth and the boys already have their...ahem boys out. They are sitting on the L-shape couch. Its actually more of a bench, but it has a good seat pad and is rarely used. You drop your coat to floor for the big reveal.

One of our little soldiers stops rubbing and I fully believed his heart stopped beating as well. The other volunter stands up to drop his long shorts and takes off his shirt. He didnt want to more clothed then you were.

yes underneath your patent white leather coat was a very beuatiful woman, untouched buy the sun, shaved, and very very naked...except for the shoes.

Standing up in the space, his manhood pushes directly onto your now very wet womanhood. He fondles your exposed breasts looking into your eyes with the lust of a wolf. You reach up to pull down his lips by grasping his hair and pulling. Both kiss deeply and longingly.

It isnt too long before the guy you gave a heart attack too isnt asking me to step aside so he can get behind you.

So there you stand in your special "dare" outfit with a dick knocking at both rear and front entry ways.

Its a few minutes while both men take the time to become fully hard and to ensure you have had a very full and satisfying kissing session. During this minutes you were the true dilligent slut...doing four things at once: Kissing one guy, grinding both guys, stroking both cocks, and checking on me to make sure it ok. Like it isnt going to be ok...DUH.

Stepping to the left and putting your knee on the comfy bench, you made your choice of entry. Mr heart attack will get to fuck you doggie style while you orally stimulate the other guy.

almost much too soon, the boys were grunting and sweating. I could see their muscles tightening up ready for their release. But more importantly I saw your body moved as I imagined. You had a nice grip on Mr heart attack and it pulled you back everytime he pulled out. There was much squishy and sloopy noises telling me you were very wet andcoming close to yourself. You were more devouring his cock versus being the technician. Looking at your makeup smudging, I thought for sure that you'd cum just from sucking his cock. Then you starting to yelp a bit

this startled the boys a bit, but once they realized you were enjoying it they became more like animal. Their stroke became harder and more pronounced. Each stroke was coordinated too...both pushing your body in. They were ensuring that both your throat and pussy were well fucked.

It must have been your shuddered that set the final straw. I could the clear fuild coming out of you...you were definitely squirting. Mr Hear attack seemed to be dying again. His whole body just locking up spasming and obvisously cumming harder than he has in his whole life. The other guy just apparently just lost his shit. His cum just dripping out of your mouth.

You tried to move but their dicks were too sensitive and they used their hands to steady you. You had taken two on who would be next.

I know their was something you stuffed into your jacket, so maybe there is an outfit in there????