Landing in Las Vegas, my mind went to two things. Getting off the plane and hitting the craps table. Good thing I have a few days before I have to work, and I intend to play. Vegas is a city where alot of people come to live their dreams. I often make others come true. While in the back of the uber I reply to an ad from a coupel attending a concrete convention nearby on the strip. They were looking for a Dominant Bull who would have no problem imparting his will on a submissive couple. Their descriptions were Early 40's caucasian from the New England area. Tristan was average height, slim and rather meek looking, sporting a haircut that resembled a wannabe Beatle. Jessica was a gorgeous creature, short voluptuous and soft at every curve. It was a crap shoot but I was interested to see if we could meet. So I send a short message letting them know I was nearby and ready to make their trip memorable.
As I was checking in to the hotel my inbox rang with a notification of the message they sent. Not only were they interested. They enclosed a photo and a phone number letting me know they were interested in playing tonight. I finished my transaction and called to arrange a meeting at the nearby bar for a few drinks and maybe some karakoe, which was accepted with a resounding yes. My only reply was to be there at 10p, Look for the tall Brother in black with locs.
I sat sipping my Frey Ranch neat, patiently swirling the brown liquid in between sips as I watched the door for my quarry to arrive. Shortly after 10 they arrived and found our table. I rose to pull the lady's seat and directed the tristan to his seat across from us.
Hotel fuck
The next morning
As I was checking in to the hotel my inbox rang with a notification of the message they sent. Not only were they interested. They enclosed a photo and a phone number letting me know they were interested in playing tonight. I finished my transaction and called to arrange a meeting at the nearby bar for a few drinks and maybe some karakoe, which was accepted with a resounding yes. My only reply was to be there at 10p, Look for the tall Brother in black with locs.
I sat sipping my Frey Ranch neat, patiently swirling the brown liquid in between sips as I watched the door for my quarry to arrive. Shortly after 10 they arrived and found our table. I rose to pull the lady's seat and directed the tristan to his seat across from us.
Hotel fuck
The next morning