With many modern dating or hookup apps, so many guys are just sitting at home and jerking off. All they’re really looking for, is for you to send them dirty pics or text dirty to them. Many don’t even care about meeting. Especially here in Las Vegas. It seems that every guy who messages me through social media, is doing so because he can’t afford to pick up a woman in a bar.
And the ones that
say “I want to meet” or “I’m on my way.”
They aren’t
really “on their way.”
One night I got
home from a quick date. You know, one of
those hourly dates that you spend hours getting ready for. Shower, fresh shave, hair, makeup, eye
lashes, pick out the perfect first-impression dress and stockings. Drive 20 minutes in traffic and get there
promptly at 7:59 pm for the date. Ring
the doorbell at 8pm, enter and exit at 8:10pm.
A quickie.
So, I arrived
back home around 8:30pm and kicked off my pumps. Hopped up onto my chase couch and glanced
down at my fresh pedicure peaking through my suntan thigh highs.
Upon logging onto
my favorite hookup app, a gentleman messaged me right away and paid me a very
kind compliment on my posted photos.
He stated that he
would be in Las Vegas the following weekend and wanted to spend some time with
me. We chatted a bit throughout the
evening and made plans to meet upon his arrival.
The following
weekend arrived and he text me with his hotel and room number. Upon arriving, he greeted me at the door and
we embraced with a big hug and pleasantries.
I excused myself to the bathroom and changed into the red lace lingerie
teddy and nude thigh highs that he requested.
After changing and exiting the hotel bathroom, I could tell without a
doubt, he was ready for me.
He was laying on
the bed, naked with a rock-hard boner sticking straight up! I slowly climbed onto him and used my nylon
clad feet to massage his erection. He
kept grabbing my feet and thrusting himself into my nylon feet pussy. Arching his back and thrusting harder each
time.
It didn’t take
long for him to demand that I continue his pleasure session with my mouth. No words were needed because he grabbed my
hair and pushed my head down onto his throbbing shaft. I could see his pre-cum on my nylon clad feet
so I knew he wouldn’t last long. I knew
once I was on my knees in front of him on the bed, it wouldn’t be long before
his erection exploded down my throat.
And, as I’ve stated before, it’s a very obvious sign that a man is going
to make you swallow, when he puts his hand on the back of your head and grabs
your hair.
This time was no
different.
Just like a NASA
lift-off, his rocket stood straight up and lifted off. Lifted off and went straight down my
throat. I began to choke and gag but my
ability to breath was of no concern to him.
His only concern was that his entire load be consumed by me. After achieving success, he released his grip
and allowed me to gasp for air.
As a properly
trained feminine servant, I thanked him for the opportunity he afforded me to
pleasure his needs and excused myself back to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I quickly changed out
of my lingerie and back into my cute sweater and skinny leg jeans, with
heels.
I kissed him good
bye and walked proudly and confidently through the casino, with my favorite cum
stained thigh highs tucked deep into my tote bag.
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