Wild Vegas Stories

We know that they say:

“What happens in Vegas–stays in Vegas,”

….but our readers just couldn’t resist sharing some of their wild Vegas stories with you.

Okay Strip Las Vegas, this is for your voyeuristic horny bastard readers:
I don’t usually say stuff like that, but I’m still excited from my trip to your town and since I just subscribed to the magazine, I thought I’d blab about myself and my fun in Vegas.  At least your readers will listen.  In my little hometown they’d tar and feather me if I let this out of the bag.  Anyway, here goes!

When I was in second grade, there was a little boy who sat at the desk right next to me.  A lot of the time our teacher would have us slide our desks together so we could do projects together—more space and all that.  Well, even at that age—guess I was almost eight—I was attracted to that boy and I know he liked me.  But one day the teacher had us put our desks together and then left the room after telling us what to do.  Well, he didn’t do what she said.  His shoulder touched mine and I suddenly felt his hand sliding up under my dress and reaching for my private spot.  I looked at him directly in the eyes, amazed, and he slid his finger under the elastic of my panties and started touching me.  And you know –  I didn’t stop him.  I didn’t yell.  I didn’t cry.  I didn’t do shit, except begin to feel really good.  In fact, after a few gentle jabs from his finger, I got real wet down there and was loving it.  Of course, the damn teacher came back and he quickly stopped.  Neither one of us said anything to each other and two days later the same  “opportunity”  came up and he did it again.  Over that year he kinda fingered me at least ten times and to be honest, I never forgot how good it felt.  I guess nowadays they would put him in jail if a girl blabbed to her mom.  But I wasn’t blabbing, even as young as I was, I was getting off on it.

After school that year, the boy moved away and I never saw him again, but I always remembered.  Then I came to Vegas just for the hell of it with my co-worker and friend.  The two of us stayed in a nice room at the Luxor, gambled just a little and had two great dinners right there at the Luxor.  Sunday was our last night, so we decided to spend more than we should and go to a show.  The ticket lady suggested we go see one of the male stripper shows.  So we did and shit – all of a sudden there was just something familiar about this hunk of a guy who was dancing his ass off onstage!  I couldn’t believe it—I wasn’t sure—but it looked like it might be him and somehow my body just knew it was him  ‘cause I started getting damp down there.

They have this thing where after the show you can meet the stars in a kinda living room atmosphere with couches and like booths all around.  We hung out there for a few minutes until they all came out.  When I walked up to him we both knew.  He actually blushed and I almost melted I was so damned excited!  He sat down between the two of us and, of course, we talked and laughed and luckily he gave most of his attention to me.  Somewhere in our conversation, it was a definite déjà vu moment,  ‘cause his hand was sliding up my dress and I quickly moved just so, so that he could easily get his finger up my pussy.  This time I had tiny panties on and he had no trouble fingering me like crazy as my friend nicely looked away and I put my hands in my lap to disguise the action taking place.  And this time I got in the action by holding his cock tightly as I gave in to my orgasm.

He had to go.  He lives with a girlfriend.  That’s all that happened, but the thrill was awesome.  I felt like a kid again, doing something forbidden but hot, and really something to remember.  Like that guy in the movies says—I’ll be back.  I want more than just his finger in me next time.
Lois —Kentucky hills

Strip Las Vegas Rocks!  And so did my summer weekend retreat in Vegas…
Just like your mag, man, Vegas is always hot—but this one particular weekend retreat in July was hot as a fuckin’  volcano!  I work a lot of hours at my own business, so when I get away for the weekend, it’s gonna be to kick my feet up and relax.  So that’s exactly what I did at the MGM and spent the whole time at the pool.  It felt like it was 120 degrees out, yeah, so that’s what, like really 110 degrees out here, right!?!  Well, I find a great little spot right next to the pool where I can do plenty of ass-checking, and have a few brews.  The sights are lookin’  pretty good so I smooth on into the pool and decide I’m gonna get a little closer to some of these cantaloupes and peaches just a-floatin’  in the waves.  MGM’s pool is a wave-pool that winds around in this huge circle, and you have to make sure you’ve got your footing, or you’re going for a ride.  Well, I’m sweet-talking this gorgeous brunette when I see this bombshell of a blonde in a thong string-bikini just go for it, and not walk down the steps to avoid the pull of the wave, but she just goes ahead and jumps right in.  Well, that was it for her little bikini—it just flew right off and went a-sailin’  down the river.  I told the brunette,  “Sorry,”  and flew after that bikini top.  It was cruising down that river, but I got it and tried turning around to find the gorgeous blonde, but she was underwater swimming like she was in the Olympics!  I finally reach up to her at the waterfall and dunk underwater to catch her, and I end up bumping into those beautiful watermelons of hers.  I tried to tell her that I found her bathing suit top, but the waterfall was so loud, and she kept dunking under  ‘cause she was so embarrassed. So I dunked under again and just showed it to her.  I guess she must have been very appreciative because she grabbed my dick and pulled me behind the waterfall.  She took my hands with the suit in them and put them on her melons so I could try to hide her embarrassment, but she let me cop the best feel I’ve had out in public, ever!  We must have been pretty hidden by the huge white water of the waterfall, or at least I hope so—but what the fuck—I didn’t care—this bombshell had the sweetest way of saying,  “Thank You.”   She tugged on my dick and I wanted to get in her right then and there, but she tied up her strings of her suit and turned around and let me feel her round ass and I got to get a finger or two in there, but it just wasn’t enough!  I gave her a nice smack on the ass and she put her lips and tongue right in my ear and said:  “I’ve had enough swimming for the day—how  ‘bout you?”   I just smiled a fucking Cheshire cat kind of smile probably and we headed up to my room for the best fucking afternoon delight I’ve ever had. 
Darren —Florida

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