This is from my serviceman, I already blogged about him after we did our call in “Lap Dance Las Vegas Style” but he wrote this to me and I need to put it up for all you horny guy’s to read. We did a second call together with Mistress Desi and he is writing that one up too, so I will post it soon. XXOO Cricket
Two hours in, my Vegas vacation was starting horribly. It had literally taken me all day to get here from overseas, one of my suitcases was still in
Her name was Cricket, and damn was she hot. Five-foot-ten, long blonde hair, legs for forever…and those tits! 36DDs if I had to guess – not standard equipment, but damn fine nonetheless. I had never called in for a dancer or escort (I usually liked going to the clubs and getting lap dances), but at this point I wasn’t feeling like leaving the hotel. I dialed the number off the website, and actually spoke to her! Her voice belied the vixen in the photos…she sounded more “cute”, almost like a pixie. She laid down the ground rules, and said she could meet me in the lobby in an hour.
I jumped in the shower, got primped up as if for a normal day, even though this would be a first for me. I put on a blue golf shirt and some jeans, then headed downstairs just before
I waved as I walked over to Cricket, and she realized I was her “date”. When I reached her she gave me a quick hug and whispered in my ear, “Hi baby…it’s nice to meet you. Now remember, we need to be discreet. Act like I’m…your long lost friend while we’re out here.” So she kissed me on the cheek and I offered to take her suitcase for her. She extended it to me, and I took it in my hand as I led her towards the elevator. She quickened her pace long enough so she could take my other hand in hers while we walked. As we walked across the lobby I could see and feel the eyes staring, the heads turning as we walked up to the elevator. Try as we might to be discreet, we attracted attention. Everyone knew who she was, and what she’d probably do to me. And the thought of that excited me. “Let them think it, and be jealous,” I thought.
The elevator door opened…oh good, it’s empty. We entered the elevator, and I pressed the “23” button. Stepping to the back of the elevator, Cricket backed up against me, her butt resting against my stomach, just above my raging hardon. She unzipped her jacket just a little bit, showing me her cleavage as she lowered and raised her body against me. “Oooh, I can tell you can’t wait to get to the room, darlin’, she said. She turned around and stood straight up, her chin at eye level, which put her breasts very close to my mouth. She tipped my chin up, then leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue parting them and dancing with mine. Cricket’s body leaned forward as her right hand pressed against my crotch, rubbing up and down my erection. The elevator bell chimed; we were on my floor.
Cricket quickly turned around as the doors parted; a bellhop was there waiting. We calmly walked by him as his head, predictably, craned to watch us walk down the hall to my room. We giggled like schoolkids, knowing he missed a good show. We reached my room, and as we entered I rolled the suitcase over to the edge of the bed. Cricket instructed me to sit on the couch and enjoy the show. She reached into her purse and pulled out a CD case. She opened the case, walked over to the nightstand where the CD/clock radio was, inserted the disc, and pressed PLAY. A seductive percussion beat began to play, and I watched her, transfixed, as she began to strip. She unzipped her jacket and removed it; underneath was a tight black halter top, which held up her perfect breasts and cinched around her torso, right above her navel. She strode over in front of me, then turned to face away, with her round, taut ass in front of my eyes. She unzipped the side of her skirt, and shimmied it down her legs, so I could see the black thong that barely concealed her pussy and ass.
Cricket turned back around to see me beaming from ear to ear. She climbed onto the couch, straddling across my lap. “Help me with my top?” she asked. I obliged reaching up behind her neck to untie her top. I slowly peeled the straps down, exposing those round mounds of heaven, her pink nipples at attention. Immediately she pressed forward, burying my face in her chest and digging her hips into me, slowly grinding against my cock. My lips were like a fish’s, sucking and kissing all around. She proffered up her left nipple, dangling it in front of my mouth. I liked around it, fluttering my tongue across it, then took it whole in my mouth and sucking it hungrily. She offered her right nipple, and I did the same, like a doting follower to his Goddess.
She raised her body up, her knees on each side of my shoulders, pressing into the back cushions of the couch. Her thong swayed back and forth, fore and aft, to the beat of the music. I could smell her essence; it was sweet and heady, and the bobbing of her hips back and forth were hypnotic. Cricket spoke to break me from my trance. “You want to see my pussy, don’t you?” I stammered out a “Yes”. She took my hand and drew it up to the string on her left hip that held the fabric to her body. I pulled the string and watched her thong drop onto my lap, and beheld her mound, completely smooth but for a tuft of blonde hair above her clit. “It’s the perfect pussy,” I thought to myself.
“You want to do more than see it, don’t you?” Cricket asked. I nodded. “You want to taste it, don’t you?” Cricket asked. I nodded. “And what do good boys say?” Cricket asked. “Please,” I replied. Cricket stroked my hair and said, “Good boy.”
Her left hand reached behind my head and pulled me closer. My nose pressed into her bush; I wriggled it a little and Cricket giggled. I turned my nose up and down against her button, brushing my lips against hers. My tongue slipped out, and began to lap at her lips; Cricket responded by pulling me closer. I was starting to slide down the couch, until my neck rested against the seat and I was sprawled out, almost sitting on the floor. She held me steady with her hand and laid her body down onto my mouth, sliding herself back and forth across my tongue. I reached around with both hands and cupped her bottom, licking and licking and licking her slit. I probed my tongue deeper and continued to lick, determined to go deeper and taste more of her. As I had control of her hips (at least in my mind), Cricket grabbed hold of the back of the couch and really began riding my face. She pushed down and forward with every thrust, trying to jam my tongue as deep into her snatch she could. I felt her thighs tremble, and I knew I was about to be flooded. I opened my mouth and held it flush to her pussy lips as Cricket really began to quake, and her cum started to flow into my mouth. I held her cheeks tight as I tried to drink her in without drowning; it was tough because she was really flowing, torrent after torrent of her juices sliding into me. I gulped as quickly as I could, feeling her warm cooze in my throat and in my belly. As her orgasm subsided she pushed down onto the cushion and wiggled, then slid down my body and kissed me on the lips, licking around them and lapping up her cum.
Cricket pressed her hand hard on my groin. “I have to get you inside me. NOW.” She pulled me up off the couch, undid my jeans, and slid them and my boxers down to the floor. My cock sprung out, hard as a rock. She pressed it to her cheek, then the other one, then slid her tongue up the length to give the head a kiss, and a quick suck. She then stood up, spun me around, and pushed me back first onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, holding my cock in her right hand as she lowered her hot pussy lips onto me. The head of my cock easily disappeared into her, and she raised and lowered herself onto my cock over and over and over again. I pushed myself up with my arms, then wrapped them around her as she ground into me, no fabrics separating us…just cock pounding and grinding into pussy, hard-hard-hard-HARDER…
I couldn’t hold it anymore…I wanted, NEEDED to come with this Goddess. She felt it too…she pulled my face into her tits, then reached down, grabbing my ass, pulling me into her…once, TWICE, THRICE…again, again, AGAIN…ohfuckohfuckohFUCKKKK…..I felt her flood again, this time on my cock, her lips squeezing and milking as I came inside her…Cricket’s hands pulling me in deeper and shooting my cum higher inside her. We rode the wave again and again, until I was spent, though her lips continued to suck and squeeze and coax every drop out of me.
As Cricket laid on top of me, my eyes trained over to the suitcase at the foot of the bed. “She never opened it,” I thought. “I wonder what’s in there…”
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