This was about 10 years ago on a guys trip to Las Vegas. Little did I know it would be one of the luckiest nights in my life, but nothing to do with gambling.

I was about 32 at the time. I’m dressed for a classy night in Vegas so I look good and put together. I don’t have 6 pack abs or a perfectly chiseled face. I’m a pretty normal looking guy. I go to Vegas about 2 times a year. Once in a while I get lucky and meet a woman, but it’s far from a guarantee or a requirement for me to have a good time.

I had just left a cocktail lounge at the Bellagio that I was at with 3 friends. The drinks were flowing and I was feeling great but I left them behind to go meetup with a business associate who happened to be in town at the same time entertaining some clients. They were at XS in Wynn, a very popular nightclub. I was promised free drinks (well, on the company dime), a nice table and lots of pretty women. I knew the clients and they were all fun people so I figured I’d make a quick 60 minute appearance and move on and find my friends later on. Truthfully, I’ve always found Vegas clubs pretty pretentious and douchy…. But I can deal with the smell of axe body spray to avoid Vegas prices on drinks for an hour. I set off on my journey.

Time: Midnight Location: a sky bridge along the Vegas strip between Bellagio and Caesars Palace My personal state: intoxicated, but coherent.

I was going to walk to the Wynn (about a 15 minute walk) and enjoy some fresh air. Up ahead I noticed a taller woman in a pink dress, with high heels walking towards me. It was dark but noticed she had a sash on her that said “birthday girl”. When I drink I get loud so of course as she got within earshot I yelled “happy birthday!” I then looked her in the eyes and saw that she was crying, mascara running down her face, but she smiled back at me appreciating my wish. I stopped and asked her if everything was alright as she passed me. She stopped, turned on a dime and said “sorry, my friends all ditched me and I’m just having a shitty night”. I searched for words to comfort her in my intoxicated state… “uhhhhh….can I buy you a drink?”. She was caught off guard too and paused for a second before saying “yeah…fuck it… why not?”

I told her I needed to keep going north as I had plans to meetup on the north strip but we could duck into Caesar’s for a drink if she was okay to turn back around. She didn’t have a destination in mind so I grabbed her hand and we had a drunk chat about her night and what had gone wrong.

I learned her name was Gloria. She wasn’t crying anymore, but was definitely holding back her emotions. As we walked I was able to get a better look at her. She was Latina, in town from Arizona, long brown hair that she had clearly spent a lot of time on, a nice manicure (more on that later) and small perky tits. She was pretty skinny but had a nice ass that even a boob man can appreciate. She wore a decent amount of makeup including purple lipstick.

The drunk conversation between us flowed naturally and before I knew it we had walked all the way through Caesar’s palace past many bars and into the attached mall without getting that drink. I clued in and asked where she wanted to get a drink from. When she saw someone walk by with a giant drink filled with alcoholic slurpee “let’s get those slushy drinks”.

Now, if you’ve never been to Vegas those drinks are both delicious and deadly. Guaranteed hangover and guaranteed party. It was an interesting choice, but a nice drink to have on the go. So at the end of the mall, we found our slushy drinks. I paid, gave her a cheers, wished her a happy birthday and toasted that the rest of her night go better. She jumped into my arms and gave me the biggest hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You seriously turned my night around, thanks so much”.

I kind of figured we would just part ways and I would go to the club and she’d go hopefully find her friends and make up. Maybe I’d get her number, I didn’t have any expectations. But she grabbed my arm and said “do you want to go do something else?” “Well, I would…but I told someone I would meet up with him…” I caught myself. “….But I can just go later if you want to go somewhere” she smiled and off we went. I damn near blew that one.

As we left the Caesars mall and walked back into the casino she asked if I’d hold her giant slushy drink and quickly ducked into a public bathroom. A few minutes later she came out with the messy crying mascara off her face and no more birthday sash. A new woman. I quipped…” excuse me. I’m looking for a birthday girl. Any idea where she went?” She giggled and said “ well it’s after midnight now, it’s technically not my birthday anymore.” I faked shock “Gloria… I can’t believe you would lie to me just get a free drink, it was after midnight when we met too!” She bit her lip and replied laughing “well, I think I can make it up to you, but I need to go back to my hotel room to grab something important?” Sure, where are you staying”. Gloria replied… “Rio”.

If you’re not familiar with Vegas, Rio is just off the strip, but you’re not walking there. There is nothing really there and nothing really around it either. But, fuck it…why not. So into a cab line we went to get a cab to Rio. Enough time to drink way too much slushy drink. It was a quick 5 minute cab ride and we were at the Rio, but the alcohol hit both of us as we stood up to leave the vehicle. Holding onto each other and straight to the elevators and down a long hallway we ended up at her room. I wasn’t sure what she needed to pick up. So naive of me.

As we entered the room several suitcases were strewn around, she was clearly sharing the room with others but it was empty. Her friends really did ditch her. I stepped in and closed the door behind me and immediately Gloria dropped to her knees and faced me. I was more than a little caught off guard at what was happening. I hadn’t even processed this as an eventuality let alone an imminent event. We had held hands and cuddled a bit in the cab, but this slipped past any kissing or typical build up that would tip someone off that an imminent blow job was coming their way. Gloria didn’t mess around. Immediately she grabbed at my cock and immediately it responded in my pants. She unbuckled my belt with one hand while pressing her face against my pants feeling my rapidly stiffening cock against her cheek. In a few quick actions she finished the belt, pulled my pants down to my ankles and sprung my cock free from my boxers.

Let me tell you, this was a sight to behold. Imagine a beautiful Latina with your cock inches from her face with her hand wrapped around it showing off a beautiful manicure. Side note: Men, buy your woman a manicure. Women, respond by showing how it looks around his manhood. Everyone wins.

Gloria squeezed my cock in her palm and it responded back by growing more in her hand. While I’ve heard the compliment before, it never gets old “your cock is so thick” Gloria whispered as she licked her lips. She then did something I’ve never had done since to start a blowjob, she started on my balls. She licked them both while her hand casually jerked me off above. The 151 infused alcohol slurpee didn’t hold back my erection in any way on this night. I was very hard and she was enjoying the feeling in her hand from the moans she was giving. It’s always obvious when a woman enjoys giving blowjobs and it’s so much more enjoyable as a man to know she’s having fun too. She decided she had given my balls enough love and started back up my shaft. Flicking her tongue along the underside (my most sensitive spot) from the bottom all the way to my tip. A large glossy drip of precum had formed on my tip. She licked it off, kissed the head of my cock and started to suck while simultaneously jerking me off. She started slow and focused on the tip before slowly taking in more and more, bobbing up and down on it a rapidly increasing speed. I noticed I had instinctively started to thrust my hips In time with her rhythm and was fucking her face pretty good. The sloppy suction noises of mouth and cock filled the room. It felt incredible. I was close to cumming….

“Gloria, I’m going to cum. You need to stop, I want to get you off first….and muttered something about it being her birthday present”

She took my cock out of her mouth. While still jerking it off with her right hand. Looked up at me and said matter of factly “I’m on my period. The only thing I want from you is to cum in my mouth” and she went back to blowing me. I exploded. I felt the initial rope of cum hit her tongue, but she took me completely into her throat as I finished my final aftershocks and emptied my balls into her throat. She swallowed it all. I noticed a little purple lipstick on my cock as she took it out. She stood up and Got a drink of water from a bottle. I started to get myself put away. As she finished a sip of water she actually thanked me. “Thanks for this. That was hot…your cock is delicious.” I fumbled for words so she continued… “I appreciate you being kind and bringing me back to my room. I’m tired, these assholes (referring to her friends) will be back soon, so I think I’m going to go to bed…. You need to meetup with your friend too right?” “Uhhhhh, yeah….” I stammered. She basically rolled out the red carpet for me to cum and go. So I kissed her on the mouth for the first time, wished her a happy birthday and I left her room. Never to be heard from again.

What happens in Vegas ends up on a reddit story. But little did I know my lucky night would continue.

Time: 1am Location: in a cab leaving the Rio heading to Wynn(I think) My personal state: in a combined haze of alcohol and recent orgasm

I was very drunk and hazy at this point. I had sent my work associate an update that I was running behind and would be at the Wynn soon. I go to Vegas a lot. I know my way around, but between the booze and the recent loss of semen I didn’t really pay attention to the cab driver or where he was going. The cab stops, I look at the meter, pay the fare and get out. “Welcome to the Excalibur” greets me. I don’t know how Wynn and Excalibur get confused, but here I am at the dirty castle. Far end of the strip from where I was meant to be. Great.

Uber was a new thing and despite the Uber pickup being on the other end of the casino at its back doors. I decide I’m done with cabs for the night. So I enter the casino from the front while pulling open the app to get the uber ordered.

As i walk in the front doors I make eye contact with a middle aged woman, likely 40. She is standing with one other woman and a very clearly drunk man in a circle. The women are dressed like they were at a club or a lounge. Not showing as much skin as Gloria was. Both are wearing longer dresses that covered up much of their top half. But they were both very petite. The man was dressed in shorts and a golf shirt and looked liked someone you’d see browsing Walmart at 11am on a Saturday for a toilet plunger. Something was off about their body language. She continued to make eye contact to me as if to ask for help.

I circled around them widely to survey and assess the situation. They’re clearly trying to get rid of this guy and he’s not taking no for an answer. I catch the eye of the other woman and mouth “do you need help?” She subtly nods yes. I come up with a plan and run over to the group excitedly… “oh my god…I haven’t seen you two in forever!” The man takes a step back a little confused. I take that as my sign to step between him and them. They know what’s going on and respond in kind “oh my god, Paul…wow!” My name is not Paul. We continue this for 15 seconds and I notice the drunk guy has pushed himself back a few feet. I finalize the extraction mission… “I’m just heading to a private party, I have 2 spots left in my limo, do you want to both come with and catch up”? There was no private party. No limo. Still no Paul. They agreed. I tuned my attention to the guy “sorry to interrupt your convo, I’m Paul… nice to meet you. How do you know my friends?” “Oh we just met…””oh, well thanks for getting them here safely. Where are you staying?” Drunk guy mumbles - “mmmm Tropicasa” I respond “oh you mean the Tropicana? Well that’s right across the strip nice easy walk. Out those doors” I point to the doors 16 steps away. “Have a good night and thanks again” he turns and sulks towards the door “bye!” Comes in unison from behind me as the girls say goodbye to their white trash Romeo. As soon as the door shuts behind him both women grab me and wrap me in a double hug. “Oh my god that guy was following us for an hour, thanks so much”.

I had ejaculated in a woman’s mouth only 10 minutes prior to this. I was still very much feeling the room spin. I had a feeling of pride of my bond like prowess to diffuse a sketchy situation. I also felt that one of the women had very fake tits that were pressing into me. I mostly remember the feeling of the tits.

They offered to buy me a drink. We had a shot of jager each from the nearby bar and we had a quick chat. I learned that they were from Utah and were teachers. One had recently been divorced and the other (the one with the fakes) was married. They had a flight out at 8am and were at a club earlier on that they decided they were too old for and left early. This guy had followed them back from mgm grand. They were staying in the Excalibur but didn’t want to go up to their room with him on creep patrol. I don’t blame them.

I don’t remember a ton about their looks except the married silicone sally was brunette and her friend was shorter and blonde.

The bartender handed them a bill which they happily paid for (albeit with a look of disgust…Vegas drink prices will always get you). They both suggested we go up to their room as they had more drinks up there that were free. So within 30 minutes I was in two different strangers rooms in Vegas in two different hotels.

This room was much more put together than Gloria’s. Bathroom by the door around the corner. 2 queen beds and single window. Everything was put away except for 2 suitcases by the door. They offered me a beer out of a styrofoam cooler. I sipped it, but I was far too drunk at this point for more alcohol. I sat on one bed with the divorced blonde girl. Chesty LaRue across from us and we made small talk. Blonde left to go to the bathroom and chesty started casually getting ready for bed while we continued to causally chat. As calmly as if she was taking off her coat she was sliding out of her dress and down to her bra and underwear…. I couldn’t help but stare as she held a tank top and shorts in her hand. “Oh, sorry, hope you don’t mind…I’m getting sleepy, but take your time and finish your drink.” I’m sure my mouth was open as she continued pointing down “my husband bought these for me last year, I think they’re too big”. “They look good from here” I clumsily croaked out as she put the new clothes on. “I’ve never felt fake ones before” (dear reader - I’ve definitely felt fake ones before, but I’ve also learned that many women who have fake ones will offer a squeeze if you plead innocence). She didn’t disappoint… “do you want to feel them?”

So as blonde is in the bathroom I’m feeling her married friend up. I don’t go below her clothes but I get a good enough feel that I can feel her nipples harden beneath her bra and shirt. My cock stiffens slightly and awakens from his post Gloria slumber.

The bathroom door clicks open and i instantly remove my hands as blonde walks back in the room. Chesty has crawled into her bed and looks at me “Goodnight, thanks again, finish your drink though…” she puts in earplugs and rolls over to face the window.

So blonde is now sitting beside me. She has also changed. White t shirt and a pair of shorts that barely cover her ass. We sip our drinks with no real intention to finish them. She had removed her makeup but some red lipstick remained. We chatted quietly and then out of nowhere she laid down, and asked me to turn the remaining light off. I did…. She beckoned me quietly to get under the blankets. I followed instructions. She took her shirt off and placed my hands on her breasts. No bra. Her nipples hardened in my palms as her cute little handfuls started to make the blood rush to my cock yet again. She reached down and ran her hands along the hard mass she had helped along. “Thanks again…” she whispered as she undid my belt and disappeared under the blankets before I felt her warm mouth form a tight envelope around my cock. I don’t know exactly what she was doing, but it felt amazing. I closed my eyes to try and imagine what she was doing. She didn’t go down my shaft as far as Gloria had, but she was taking me somewhere really good, really fast. The skill of this older woman had me to the edge again and unlike with my other new friend I had no intention of stopping her. I felt like I had earned this one.

I opened my eyes and noticed they had adjusted to the dark room. I heard a movement of blankets out of my right ear and turned my head to see Mrs. Tits was watching intently from her bed while laying down. I may have imagined it, but I think she was touching herself. I’m guessing she was imagining what her friend was doing under the blankets to me. We locked eyes and the combination of stimulation and the exhibitionist/voyeurism going on finished me off. “I’m going to cum…” I said it loud enough that both of them would hear it and locked eyes with the married one. Somehow came harder than the last time. Blonde swallowed it all.

Blonde came back up from under the blankets. And whispered….”you felt like you needed that….so did I”. I thank her, stand up and get my pants back sealed up. I look at Busty Beverly again, shes still facing the bed I was just in. Her eyes now closed, but smiling…clearly faking sleep. Hands under the blankets doing what I can only imagine is teasing her clit. Blonde quietly asks “when you leave, can you put the do not disturb sign up?”. “Of course”. “You’re a real nice guy, thanks again….i really wanted to suck cock tonight….”. “That was wild, thank you! Have a safe flight”. I put their sign up and left quietly. Trying to hold in my smiles about the nights events.

I get to the elevator lobby and see a message from my friend…. “Dude, where are you?”. “I’d tell you, but you’d never believe what I just did.” I also message my co-worker “sorry buddy, won’t make it over there… Vegas baby.” I don’t remember how I got to my hotel or the walk back to my room. But I’m certain I fell asleep smiling.

Time: 8am Location: hotel room bathroom My personal state: tired, hungover (thanks slushy drink), thinking about the strange night

It almost didn’t feel real. Like a weird dream where you piece all of the items together and wonder how the fuck it all just happened. Surreal, to the point of almost doubting it ever occurred. As I peed, I looked down at my penis and noticed two distinct shades of lipstick on my shaft. Blonde sucked it in the dark and didn’t even notice the lipstick from Gloria, since she didn’t go as far down, she didn’t rub it off.

Nice guys finished first, twice in a row. Vegas baby. Vegas.

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