The following is a chronicle of my trip to Las Vegas, NV on the dates of December 15-17, 2004.
Day 1 The Loss of Innocence
I arrived in Vegas at about 6 pm, checked into the Luxor and immediately headed to the Aladdin for the buffet. I hadnt eaten all day so I was quite starving. I gorged myself on as much food as possible to fulfill my gluttonous desire. Years past the Aladdin has had the best buffet in town but this year I found it somewhat lacking. Im not quite sure what was has slipped but I was still more than delightful and I left feeling positively decadent. I headed back to the Luxor to begin my gambling spree. Pai-Gow poker is my game of choice as it is slow paced and allows one to play for hours without losing a ton of money. Being midweek during the slow season the place was not packed and the drink service was lightning fast. After four hours of play I had mostly broken even and had a very good buzz going. I decided it was time to start looking for some action of a different sort. I made my way to one of the lounges in the casino and ordered a drink at the bar. I then took a seat at the back of the lounge so I might take in the entire scene. There were four ladies at the bar. Two gorgeous blondes, one slightly older brunette who still had her looks about her and a black CG whos clearly seen better days. They were eying me like a pack of hungry wolves, must be a very slow night. I nodded to one of the blondes who proceeded to join me at my table. 55 slender body, b-cups, medium length hair, Midwest accent, she would do nicely. We began with the usual where you from bullshit. Said her name was Shannon. After a few minutes of small talk we got down to business, I told her I wanted FS with a GFE. She quoted me 4 to which I countered with 3. She graciously accepted. A few more minutes of mindless bullshit talk and we were off to my room. We rode up the inclinator (a slant ways elevator) to my pyramid room. As soon as she entered the room she announced she would use the restroom. A few minutes later she came out completely naked. You have got to love professionals. Perhaps my favorite part of the GFE is the kissing, in some ways I enjoy that more than the sex. Yet it always bothers me that I will be sticking my lips and tongue onto a mouth that has sucked more cocks than I care to imagine. Am I the only man who cannot look at a womans mouth without picturing all the fat, disgusting, unwashed cocks that have deposited their load upon those impure lips? Each dick leaving behind a faint residue than no amount of washing could ever clean away. The thought disgusts me. But a high-class working girl like this one could be sure that she always uses a cover on her bjs. Her mouth is probably cleaner than the sweet innocent looking girl next door type whos been passed around the entire football team, gives all her bjs bareback and has a mouth dirtier than a septic tank. Some ladies will charge extra for a bareback bj, whether Shannon here provides that level of customer satisfaction or not is something I didnt want to ponder. The thought quickly passed my mind and I gave myself over to the sensations. The melding of bodies and melting of flesh, two becoming one. Powerful sensations. Sure enough when it came time for the bj she put on a cover. Her technique was impeccable, good suction, lots of tongue action, hand on balls. Thank fuck for the latex. Next we proceeded to go through various sexual positions that are not worth listing. At this point it becomes fairly mechanical. I finished up in her doggy style. Excellent fuck, well worth the money. I wish there was some way they could disappear the minute I cum in them. I have no further use for you, take your money and get the fuck out of my room you fucking whore, is what I would have said if I werent such a gentleman. The whore got dressed, then said some crap like can I see you again? Yeah right, get the fuck out of my room. She left, I slept.
Day 2 Total Indulgence
I awoke feeling more alive than Ive felt in ages. I really needed that fuck; its been a while. I like paying for sex. Its far better than the alternative. It puts the power in my hands rather than having to beg for it like the rest of the male swine on this planet. I decide when I want it and how I want it. I am freed of all responsibility and dont have to put up with that relationship crap. My dignity remains in tack never having to debase myself to a woman. After breakfast I headed to the craps table. Two hours later I was down about a hundred bucks. Not good. It now being solidly mid-day I was feeling the need for some release. Normally I never leave Vegas without visiting a strip club or two. But this time Ive heard that the police have been cracking down on the clubs and might not be possible to get the kind of extras Ive been accustomed to. I decided to visit a massage parlor for the first time. I got in the car and drove around until I found one. It didnt take long the first strip mall I came to had an asian massage parlor. I walked in and paid $60 for a half hour massage. The mamasan led me to a room with a table told me to undress and a girl would be with me soon. A few moments later a cute asian girl walked in and introduced herself. I could hardly understand a word she said as she appeared to be FOB. She gave my back a pretty weak rub down, but who cares its just a formality. The real action happens on the flip. She asked me if I wanted a happy ending. Of course, why the fuck else would anyone come to such a lame ass massage parlor? She finished me off with a hand job as that is all you can get in Vegas. The ones in SoCal offer more services, I might have to try them sometime. I tipped the girl $60 and left. Overall not a bad experience, albeit a bit pricey for a service I can perform myself. I spent the rest of the day doing typical tourist bullshit. Wandering up and down the strip from casino to casino, stopping occasionally for a quick game of craps or blackjack. Vegas is pretty boring once you get past all the Disneyland glitz. Im always perplexed by the number of families one sees on the strip. Vegas hardly seems like the kind of place a responsible individual with an ounce of class would take his family to for a cultured vacation. But then again, these people are nothing but scum and cattle throwing their money and their lives away to the corporate overlords. For me Vegas is a place far from home where I can release all my repressed lust before it consumes me an turns me into a maniacal serial killer skinning men alive while bathing and frolicking in their blood. I then headed to the Ellis Island for a personal favorite the $4.95 steak special. Absolutely the best meal $5 can buy; the root beer is also very good. I returned to the Luxor for a few rounds of Pai-Gow. After an hour I found myself up by $80, that would almost make up for my earlier craps mishap. It was now time for some action. I could have headed back to the bars to see what was available but that was not really the kind of meat I was hungry for. Although it was cold it was not nearly as cold as it usually get in Vegas this time of year. I thought there might be a few girls out walking. I hit the streets and sure enough on the bridge connecting the Tropicana with the MGM Grand I found my lady in waiting. A heavy Latina with big jugs. I told her where I was staying and that I wanted FS. She said 3 to which I responded with 2. She accepted. On the walk back to the hotel she kept trying to engage me in bullshit conversation but I wasnt having it. I was not in the mood to talk with the animals. Back at the room her top came off revealing her bulbous mounds of flesh dotted with stretch marks and her huge dugs. Absolutely revolting and exactly what I was looking for. A cover went on and she proceeded to give me an acceptable bj while I groped at her tits. Next came the customary mechanical screw. I did her through, nothing spectacular. Intercourse is more about the feeling of power and control than it is about pleasure. She is nothing more than a hole, a bucket, a woman. Fucking typical. She couldnt leave fast enough after I blew my load. Good riddance. Feeling more god-like than a mere mortal I slept.
Day 3 Revelry in Filth
The activities of my third and final day in Sin City would transpire nowhere else but fabulous Downtown Las Vegas. I began by driving around Main Street and Fremont to take in the sights. It is disheartening to see what Downtown has turned into. What once was a seedy hive where shady characters could go about their dealings with little interference in an atmosphere similar to the Wild West has turned into a mock Disneyland populated by the same idiots who roam the strip. Sadly the great old days of Downtown were long over before my time. What I am left with are faint echoes of its former glory. I bypassed the experience altogether and made my way to the El Cortez. While not the seediest casino in town its low ceilings, clouds of smoke and shady, lowlife patrons would provide exactly the atmosphere I was looking for. No better place to find these types than at the craps table. Indeed, I found several old men playing at the table. These are drunks and gambling addicts. Losers their whole lives. In a few years I will probably become one of them, this was a good opportunity to catch a glimpse of my inevitable fate. The table took a liking to me right away. No surprise there, One of them was telling me of his daughter around my age who is a heroin addict living on the streets. I had to stop myself from asking him to hook us up. Strung out junkie bitches give the best head. After a few hours of play I found myself up by a bit while the old men continued their uninterrupted losing streak. I was playing it safe sticking to pass and come line bets taking full odds on each point. They were pissing their money away on sucker bets and cursing their luck. Once I grew weary of the mindless banter I excused myself and left the table. On the way to cashing in my chips one of them caught up with me and asked if I could lend him $40. I politely told him to go fuck himself. I got in the car and started cruising around the side streets looking for my final conquest. Just off main street I saw my angel walking. Skeletal, with brown flabby flesh hanging loose off her decrepit bones, typical ghetto street walking trash, ratty hair, yellow teeth, rotten personality. I pulled over and gave her the traditional pick up line Need a ride? As soon as she got in I was overcome by her smell, the overwhelming stench of alcohol barely covered the overwhelming stench of her body. She started talking, rambling about fuck knows what. I was paying attention; I was mesmerized by her teeth. A wall of yellow peering out behind big curtains of purple. I want to fuck you in the ass I said. She pointed me in the direction of some shitbag motel she was staying at. She wanted $100, I talked her down to $80. She didnt seem to have any covers and didnt seem too eager to use them, fortunately I brought my own. The bj was pathetic, a simple going through the motions. This is a woman who has lost enthusiasm for her work long ago. The main pleasure I had was manhandling those disgusting empty sac titties. The Marquis de Sade had it right about ugliness. It has a quality to excite one where ordinary beauty leaves one bored and tired. Nothing like a revolting gutter rat to get ones jaded juices flowing. Her flesh hung loose and covered with scars, pockmarks, burns and other distinctions of crack whoredom. I wasnt sure whether to vomit or cum on the spot at the sound of her slurping. I grew bored of the bj and told her to assume the position. What a hole! I did not even want to look at her cunt as it disgusts me to no end. But her ass was simply perfect. Dark and black, well worn and much traveled; an abyssic chasm where no sane man dare tread. Where those shit stains I did spy? I attacked the hole mercilessly. It didnt seem to phase her much. I came in that pit and tossed it aside. My libertine lust having been satiated, I returned to my normal life of a quiet, albeit slightly eccentric art student.
Day 1 The Loss of Innocence
I arrived in Vegas at about 6 pm, checked into the Luxor and immediately headed to the Aladdin for the buffet. I hadnt eaten all day so I was quite starving. I gorged myself on as much food as possible to fulfill my gluttonous desire. Years past the Aladdin has had the best buffet in town but this year I found it somewhat lacking. Im not quite sure what was has slipped but I was still more than delightful and I left feeling positively decadent. I headed back to the Luxor to begin my gambling spree. Pai-Gow poker is my game of choice as it is slow paced and allows one to play for hours without losing a ton of money. Being midweek during the slow season the place was not packed and the drink service was lightning fast. After four hours of play I had mostly broken even and had a very good buzz going. I decided it was time to start looking for some action of a different sort. I made my way to one of the lounges in the casino and ordered a drink at the bar. I then took a seat at the back of the lounge so I might take in the entire scene. There were four ladies at the bar. Two gorgeous blondes, one slightly older brunette who still had her looks about her and a black CG whos clearly seen better days. They were eying me like a pack of hungry wolves, must be a very slow night. I nodded to one of the blondes who proceeded to join me at my table. 55 slender body, b-cups, medium length hair, Midwest accent, she would do nicely. We began with the usual where you from bullshit. Said her name was Shannon. After a few minutes of small talk we got down to business, I told her I wanted FS with a GFE. She quoted me 4 to which I countered with 3. She graciously accepted. A few more minutes of mindless bullshit talk and we were off to my room. We rode up the inclinator (a slant ways elevator) to my pyramid room. As soon as she entered the room she announced she would use the restroom. A few minutes later she came out completely naked. You have got to love professionals. Perhaps my favorite part of the GFE is the kissing, in some ways I enjoy that more than the sex. Yet it always bothers me that I will be sticking my lips and tongue onto a mouth that has sucked more cocks than I care to imagine. Am I the only man who cannot look at a womans mouth without picturing all the fat, disgusting, unwashed cocks that have deposited their load upon those impure lips? Each dick leaving behind a faint residue than no amount of washing could ever clean away. The thought disgusts me. But a high-class working girl like this one could be sure that she always uses a cover on her bjs. Her mouth is probably cleaner than the sweet innocent looking girl next door type whos been passed around the entire football team, gives all her bjs bareback and has a mouth dirtier than a septic tank. Some ladies will charge extra for a bareback bj, whether Shannon here provides that level of customer satisfaction or not is something I didnt want to ponder. The thought quickly passed my mind and I gave myself over to the sensations. The melding of bodies and melting of flesh, two becoming one. Powerful sensations. Sure enough when it came time for the bj she put on a cover. Her technique was impeccable, good suction, lots of tongue action, hand on balls. Thank fuck for the latex. Next we proceeded to go through various sexual positions that are not worth listing. At this point it becomes fairly mechanical. I finished up in her doggy style. Excellent fuck, well worth the money. I wish there was some way they could disappear the minute I cum in them. I have no further use for you, take your money and get the fuck out of my room you fucking whore, is what I would have said if I werent such a gentleman. The whore got dressed, then said some crap like can I see you again? Yeah right, get the fuck out of my room. She left, I slept.
Day 2 Total Indulgence
I awoke feeling more alive than Ive felt in ages. I really needed that fuck; its been a while. I like paying for sex. Its far better than the alternative. It puts the power in my hands rather than having to beg for it like the rest of the male swine on this planet. I decide when I want it and how I want it. I am freed of all responsibility and dont have to put up with that relationship crap. My dignity remains in tack never having to debase myself to a woman. After breakfast I headed to the craps table. Two hours later I was down about a hundred bucks. Not good. It now being solidly mid-day I was feeling the need for some release. Normally I never leave Vegas without visiting a strip club or two. But this time Ive heard that the police have been cracking down on the clubs and might not be possible to get the kind of extras Ive been accustomed to. I decided to visit a massage parlor for the first time. I got in the car and drove around until I found one. It didnt take long the first strip mall I came to had an asian massage parlor. I walked in and paid $60 for a half hour massage. The mamasan led me to a room with a table told me to undress and a girl would be with me soon. A few moments later a cute asian girl walked in and introduced herself. I could hardly understand a word she said as she appeared to be FOB. She gave my back a pretty weak rub down, but who cares its just a formality. The real action happens on the flip. She asked me if I wanted a happy ending. Of course, why the fuck else would anyone come to such a lame ass massage parlor? She finished me off with a hand job as that is all you can get in Vegas. The ones in SoCal offer more services, I might have to try them sometime. I tipped the girl $60 and left. Overall not a bad experience, albeit a bit pricey for a service I can perform myself. I spent the rest of the day doing typical tourist bullshit. Wandering up and down the strip from casino to casino, stopping occasionally for a quick game of craps or blackjack. Vegas is pretty boring once you get past all the Disneyland glitz. Im always perplexed by the number of families one sees on the strip. Vegas hardly seems like the kind of place a responsible individual with an ounce of class would take his family to for a cultured vacation. But then again, these people are nothing but scum and cattle throwing their money and their lives away to the corporate overlords. For me Vegas is a place far from home where I can release all my repressed lust before it consumes me an turns me into a maniacal serial killer skinning men alive while bathing and frolicking in their blood. I then headed to the Ellis Island for a personal favorite the $4.95 steak special. Absolutely the best meal $5 can buy; the root beer is also very good. I returned to the Luxor for a few rounds of Pai-Gow. After an hour I found myself up by $80, that would almost make up for my earlier craps mishap. It was now time for some action. I could have headed back to the bars to see what was available but that was not really the kind of meat I was hungry for. Although it was cold it was not nearly as cold as it usually get in Vegas this time of year. I thought there might be a few girls out walking. I hit the streets and sure enough on the bridge connecting the Tropicana with the MGM Grand I found my lady in waiting. A heavy Latina with big jugs. I told her where I was staying and that I wanted FS. She said 3 to which I responded with 2. She accepted. On the walk back to the hotel she kept trying to engage me in bullshit conversation but I wasnt having it. I was not in the mood to talk with the animals. Back at the room her top came off revealing her bulbous mounds of flesh dotted with stretch marks and her huge dugs. Absolutely revolting and exactly what I was looking for. A cover went on and she proceeded to give me an acceptable bj while I groped at her tits. Next came the customary mechanical screw. I did her through, nothing spectacular. Intercourse is more about the feeling of power and control than it is about pleasure. She is nothing more than a hole, a bucket, a woman. Fucking typical. She couldnt leave fast enough after I blew my load. Good riddance. Feeling more god-like than a mere mortal I slept.
Day 3 Revelry in Filth
The activities of my third and final day in Sin City would transpire nowhere else but fabulous Downtown Las Vegas. I began by driving around Main Street and Fremont to take in the sights. It is disheartening to see what Downtown has turned into. What once was a seedy hive where shady characters could go about their dealings with little interference in an atmosphere similar to the Wild West has turned into a mock Disneyland populated by the same idiots who roam the strip. Sadly the great old days of Downtown were long over before my time. What I am left with are faint echoes of its former glory. I bypassed the experience altogether and made my way to the El Cortez. While not the seediest casino in town its low ceilings, clouds of smoke and shady, lowlife patrons would provide exactly the atmosphere I was looking for. No better place to find these types than at the craps table. Indeed, I found several old men playing at the table. These are drunks and gambling addicts. Losers their whole lives. In a few years I will probably become one of them, this was a good opportunity to catch a glimpse of my inevitable fate. The table took a liking to me right away. No surprise there, One of them was telling me of his daughter around my age who is a heroin addict living on the streets. I had to stop myself from asking him to hook us up. Strung out junkie bitches give the best head. After a few hours of play I found myself up by a bit while the old men continued their uninterrupted losing streak. I was playing it safe sticking to pass and come line bets taking full odds on each point. They were pissing their money away on sucker bets and cursing their luck. Once I grew weary of the mindless banter I excused myself and left the table. On the way to cashing in my chips one of them caught up with me and asked if I could lend him $40. I politely told him to go fuck himself. I got in the car and started cruising around the side streets looking for my final conquest. Just off main street I saw my angel walking. Skeletal, with brown flabby flesh hanging loose off her decrepit bones, typical ghetto street walking trash, ratty hair, yellow teeth, rotten personality. I pulled over and gave her the traditional pick up line Need a ride? As soon as she got in I was overcome by her smell, the overwhelming stench of alcohol barely covered the overwhelming stench of her body. She started talking, rambling about fuck knows what. I was paying attention; I was mesmerized by her teeth. A wall of yellow peering out behind big curtains of purple. I want to fuck you in the ass I said. She pointed me in the direction of some shitbag motel she was staying at. She wanted $100, I talked her down to $80. She didnt seem to have any covers and didnt seem too eager to use them, fortunately I brought my own. The bj was pathetic, a simple going through the motions. This is a woman who has lost enthusiasm for her work long ago. The main pleasure I had was manhandling those disgusting empty sac titties. The Marquis de Sade had it right about ugliness. It has a quality to excite one where ordinary beauty leaves one bored and tired. Nothing like a revolting gutter rat to get ones jaded juices flowing. Her flesh hung loose and covered with scars, pockmarks, burns and other distinctions of crack whoredom. I wasnt sure whether to vomit or cum on the spot at the sound of her slurping. I grew bored of the bj and told her to assume the position. What a hole! I did not even want to look at her cunt as it disgusts me to no end. But her ass was simply perfect. Dark and black, well worn and much traveled; an abyssic chasm where no sane man dare tread. Where those shit stains I did spy? I attacked the hole mercilessly. It didnt seem to phase her much. I came in that pit and tossed it aside. My libertine lust having been satiated, I returned to my normal life of a quiet, albeit slightly eccentric art student.
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