|Vegas, part 1
||[Sep. 20th, 2006|05:58 pm]
Original here: http://kinkysmart.livejournal.com/294612.html It starts off from his perspective and... well, you'll figure it out.
I used to do this more often, but it’s been a while. Back in the glory days, I did regular entries in the epistolary style, but it does take a lot of work. I haven’t done it so much recently, partially due to laziness, and partially because of a decrease in my litido (Literary Libido). This trip, however, was a good reason to start doing it again. drrtyslut already went into a lot of detail here, which saves me a lot of writing – I have to find a way to thank her for that. It will probably involve a facial.
In the style of the Ancient Ones, we shall be including both accounts, with mine in basic black, and drrtyslut (sometimes just called, “princess” in the account) will be in a more girly color.
So without further ado: the Dirtiest thing I have ever done! (so far)
Yes, there were a vast number of safety precautions taken before any of this happened. The details are left out because, well, let's be honest, it makes for much, MUCH hotter storytelling. So let's not spoil the story by asking all of the safer sex questions. We both covered our bases, and our asses, ok? Moving along...
This has been in the planning for a long time. Years, in fact. Not Vegas per se, but a planned real-life meeting is probably 2 years in the making. That first year, she was very reticent to meet with a stranger, and the second year, there was some question about whether playing around on her significant other was going to be acceptable. Finally, there was this business event in Vegas – a reason to at last come within a few hundred miles of me. Well, if she’s coming all the way down here from Canada, then I could drive the 4 hours to Vegas. I pony up for a hotel room for a couple days, take Monday off, and see what happens.
Anything could have happened, and considering the week we had before the trip, it’s amazing that she and I both made it. I rolled into Vegas after closing late (11pm), getting a couple hours sleep and leaving Phoenix 5am. That’s a damn beautiful drive, up through the high desert and across canyon country. I love how deceptive the city of Las Vegas seems when you come over the crest and see the buildings – it looks a couple miles away, when it’s actually over twenty, that’s just how big those hotels are. Up until this point, it was still vague in my head; my mind was on the journey, actually making it here, rather than on what would happen once I get there.
And Hoover Dam is just cool.
Let's start off a little bit before I got out to Vegas. As you already know, things were extremely hectic for the week or so leading up to the trip. While I was really busy virtually all the time, I had this nagging bit of worry/doubt/fear in the back of my head about the entire setup. Was I really going to fly a few thousand miles to fuck some stranger from the internet? And yet, at the same time, I was worried that you were thinking the same thing; that you might want to call it off.
A million things could have gone wrong: there could have been just no spark, no attraction when we met, one of us got cold feet and didn't come at all, the sex did happen and it was awkward and disappointing... so many terrible possibilities.
I have done this before, and I have found that the best way to meet a stranger from the internet for the purposes of dirty sex, is to start with something else – anything else. Some activity to let the anxiety dissipate. Of course I want to walk into the room and fuck her immediately, but that sort of thing doesn’t happen very often.
We decide to meet in her hotel room, it’s a little after 11am. I change clothes in the car, freshen up in a casino bathroom, and go to her floor. If any of you know this girl’s journal, you might have noticed that she is a fairly private person, and there are no pictures on her blog. In the three years I have known her, she has only sent me 3 pictures, and one of them is hard to make out much detail. Wait, sorry - - only three pictures of her face. I am pleased to say that the girl who opened the door was actually prettier than her pictures implied. Her hair is longer than I expected, she has great poise and a wonderful smile – all things not really apparent from the limited pictures. Her tits are very nice, again something she doesn’t show off well in pictures. I suppose that the philosophy of underpromise and overdeliver is a good one for these kinds of things; and I was worried that I had overpromised in 3 years of a dirty porno sex blog! Also, for those who accused her of actually being a guy because no girl has a mind that deeply planted in the gutter: wrong!
So, needless to say, when you called me, I had huge butterflies going on. I asked you to come up to the room. When you came up to the room. Part of me was hoping that you would rip my clothes off and fuck me in the hallway with the door still open. The other part was scared to death that you might rip my clothes off and fuck me in the hallway with the door still open. It was a hell of a dilemma.
We talk for a couple minutes and try not to think about the fantasy where the stranger rips off her top, forces her to her knees and introduces himself by pushing his cock into her throat. Trust me, I want to live that one out (again), but I know her well enough to give her time to relax and lower the guard enough to do those kinds of things. So we have a first meeting hug, talk a little bit, and get her checked out of the temp hotel, and head over to the Luxor where we will be staying for the next couple of nights.
This period of time is the awkward hovering phase. I kinda like this part, because it does build some tension and anxiety, because it’s not apparent if the other person finds you attractive. I’ve been through this so many times, and it’s still fun. Rather, this phase is not fun at all; but the sudden break when the attraction is confirmed, That’s Fun. Does she still want to do this, how will she react if I grab her? What is she thinking? This is the build before the release. We can’t do anything in public, since she has co-workers in town, and while it’s a big city, the impact of a fellow professional seeing her with me would be bad. So in public, we don’t even hold hands. Needless to say, I was waiting for a chance to get her alone, and the elevator was the closest opportunity. A couple floors of mauling her breasts, deep kissing, and squeezing her ass answered a lot of hanging questions.
I have to say, and I'm sure you probably felt it too, that the first hour or so was a little awkward. But I think that once we sat down to eat, after the show, that a lot of the tension totally eased off, and I started having a really good time... I think you did too. And then, you asked me to go for that little elevator ride. I loved how forceful you were - I bet you could feel my hesitation, and the fact that I didn't have to make the first move, and that you gave me exactly what I wanted, made me able to surrender almost immediately. That one little thing was probably the best move you made (that, and it kept me wet for the rest of the day).
So we drive to the new hotel and sit in a smoky bar sipping a drink, flirting, talking, and waiting for the ridiculous check in line at the Luxor to diminish, which it really doesn’t. I have a beer, she has a soda, and we talk in the quietest part of the lounge we can find – but on Football’s opening weekend, there isn’t much peace down here.
Once we finally got to the hotel room, I wasn't nervous anymore, but I didn't want to be the one to initiate everything (call it my submissive nature). So, again, you took the lead and in no time at all, we got right down to business.
I've never kissed anyone with facial hair before - it feels very cool; much less rough than I thought it would be. Also, you're a fantastic kisser. Don't ever change your technique or I will come and hunt you down. ;)
Finish the beer, check in, head up, and throw the luggage down. Hey, this is a pretty nice room. Let’s open the curtains and hey it’s the full wall window overlooking the Excalibur. I know these windows are so dark that you can’t see in, but I will do my best to show the people over there what I am doing over here. Nice bathroom, nice bed, couple of chairs. Yes, this will do just fine. Come over here, sweetheart, and enjoy the view. Lovely isn’t it? Now, go down to your knees, that’s a good girl. Look at me. There. How long have you been waiting for this, princess?
So when I finally pulled your cock out, the look on my face must have been absolutely priceless. All of the pictures you have sent me, posted, or otherwise let me see do you no justice at all. Thick cock?! I think "Horse Cock" or "Baby's arm holding an apple" would be far more apt. I think even "Coke can" would be a better description of size. Seriously, I could barely get my lips around it.
Don't get me wrong, I was certainly not disappointed, but there was a moment of shock... and of panic. I was thinking of all the damage you would be able to inflict with a monster of that size, but then again, that was kind of the point now, wasn't it?
[I blush - no, really]
Sucking your cock was fantastic. The texture of it is smooth and lovely, and it tastes great! I wanted desperately to get it all in my throat right away, but unfortunately that was not to be. I know I've been calling you "Daddy" for the better part of 3 years now, and I'm not sure why I waited to say it to your face. I'm so glad you made me say it the first time - I think after that the floodgates were opened, and I had a hard time NOT calling you "Daddy" in public... although, in retrospect, that would have been amazingly hot/kinky... *mental note* will do this often next time. See how many people we can get to hear it.
Fucking princess for the first time was very good. I went at her pretty hard, to give her a Shockfuck as the opening serve. This can break a girl if I am not careful, but she said she could take it, and I didn’t want to disappoint my baby. I loved watching her try and work my cock deeper into her mouth and throat, I could see her squeeze her eyes, and try to push it in. I was proud of her for trying so hard. After a while, it was time to give her a little reward. I half-dragged her over to the bed and bent her over, pulling down her panties and felt her wet little cunt. Very soft, and ready… well, she thinks she’s ready.
After a short while, you had me bent over and were playing with my pussy. I must have been dripping wet by this point, I was so turned on. After a few light strokes with your fingers, I actually thought you stuck your entire hand up to your wrist inside my pussy. It turns out, it was your cock (have I mentioned that the pictures don't do it justice?).
I'm not sure, but when you first got your cock inside me, I'm willing to bet that I screamed my absolute fucking lungs out. The sensation was completely and utterly overwhelming. I doubt I could count the number of times I've been fucked, but none of them were like this. I've talked about anal being intense because you're completely in the moment; a definite sense of being "present". Well, this was totally the same. You started pounding into me mercilessly while I nearly passed out from the over-stimulation. I think my kidneys are now halfway into my lungs and my cervix is now an "innie" from that one time alone.
Her cunt is delicious, tight, with very Very small labia, like a baby cunt; too cute. She was felt good inside, and would have been easy to cum inside, but I held off probably due to the nerves of a first meeting, but also to show her what Daddy does to little sluts like her.
After probably about 12-14 hours of hard pounding, you were ready to cum. (Yes, I'm exaggerating, but it was a really long fuck. You have an inhuman stamina, and virtually no refractory period. It's incredible... and probably explains why I'm still sore 2 days later) You had me turn around and start sucking your cock, and beg you for your cum, which I did without hesitation. You came into my mouth, and I'm pretty sure I moaned hard when I felt it hit my tongue. I was so turned on, and wanted it so bad.
We both knew she would be eating most of the sperm I produced this weekend, it’s part of our perversion. She is on serious birth control, but she likes to pretend that she isn’t – she teases me with it. Sometimes she is a little girl begging daddy to impregnate her and I have to hold off and feed her, or cum in her asshole; other times she is begging me not to cum in her fertile baby pussy, offering her wet mouth or tight ass to sacrifice and keep her womb from incestuous seeding. Goddamn, we are so dirty! This first time, she got to feed, while cleaning my cock of her slick juice. She was so pretty, on her knees, face flushed from the hard fuck and all her screaming. Beautiful girl, and for the next 36 hours, she was all mine.
After you had finished cumming (and generously let me swallow it all), I sucked your cock for a little while longer, relishing the taste of it all. When I was done, you pulled me close to you and held me, stroked my hair, told me what a good girl I was - I was over the moon. So many guys just want to get up afterwards, or have a shower, or go to sleep, but not you. You made sure I was sore in all the right places, you made sure to hurt me, but you also made sure to take care of me afterwards, and that was the best part of all.
Part 2 tomorrow, maybe. If you are good and you post super nice things and make my little girl all proud of the dirty slutty things she did by going to another country to get fucked by Stranger/Daddy. Then you will get to read about the Dirtiest Thing I Have Ever Done (her, too)
I realize that this first part doesn't have a lot of porn pictures. The reason is that she really needs to obscure her identity, its a serious issue, and so we have to be extra cautious. I have a better number of pictures for part two, and maybe I can get some screen caps or a full video, although it may be short for the privacy reasons mentioned. However, the proof is right here that she is real, she is beautiful (just trust me, the blurring is a tragic necessity), and that girl can suck cock!
- T. with help from my princess.