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CD Rebeca Vegas Play 1CD Rebeca Vegas Play Pt 1Note to readers and fans. These stories are about my time in Las Vegas between age about 19 1/2 to 25. I frequently discuss these times with people, and they turn me on so much, I am long overdue sharing these stories. These were almost as formative for me as my first experiences and still define me in many ways. Plus, they are fucking hot! Enjoy and comment. Also note that there may be a few disparities with a few other stories, and some names, locations and other details are omitted. If there is a conflict, please forgive me. If you obsess over those issues, accept this more updated, honest and complete version over past works. Thanks!!My first real-live Las Vegas Sugar Daddy moaned. His cock was rigid and punching into my throat and I felt him in that familiar rigid pause before he spurted into my wanton mouth. I tasted the lube and either pre-cum or the remnants of some other guy’s anonymous deposit into my hot tight ass as I sucked him to orgasm. I also relished the fact that his cock had only moments before pumped me to an ass-gasm dribble-cum of my own. Now, in full Ass-To-Mouth, or ATM, as I had begun referring to this part of sex, I looked up at him. He looked down at me in my most submissive and feminine surrender. My blue eyes were highlighted and “captivating,” according to him and others, and I knew he always wanted to see my face and my eyes in this most submissive of acts. He was amazing also, a sexual being like myself that fit no labels or molds. A mirror-like kindred spirit, who was more dominant to my more submissive nature. I batted my eyelashes, fighting back the tear duct-reflex, as his cock once again punched past my mouth and into my throat. Partly from my cocksucking, partly from his fuck-thrust my eyes were about to cry without and emotional cause, other than sexual joy, I suppose. He moaned again as I resumed my gaze up into my master’s handsome face. My eyes accented like always with cobalt blue shadow with silver highlights and dark eyeliner were the focus of his attention. He could see my total ecstasy. In turn, I felt his total lust in the form of his now-throbbing cock. I knew what was happening- I had been familiar with that feeling for just under eight years of my life, and loved it- there is NOTHING like having a guy cum in your mouth. I felt him quickly and frantically brush a curl of my wavy burnt-orange and red wavy wig hair away from my cheek. I snuck a quick peek at myself in one of the many mirrors in the sex room he’d built for me. Or, or perhaps someone like me, who knew? Who cared, he was cumming in me again. I loved the view of me, on my knees after fucking him in a twerking lap-dance with my high-heels and stockings against his inner thighs and his thick eight-inch German and Mexican cock as deep as possible inside me. I had slow-fucked myself on him, facing a mirror, watching myself, seeing him peek over my shoulders at the show occasionally, and edging myself with his big cock until I came. When I told him I was cumming he held my hands on the arm rests of the chair and thrust up deep into me to intensify the orgasm. He’d forced me into a hands-free, no-touching-the-cock orgasm, and now I was sucking him off in appreciation, and total mindless sex-crazed lust. As he throbbed he squinted his eyes, never fully closing them, and I knew, from so many other times with him, what he was about to say. I stroked myself for my second cock-orgasm, my third overall orgasm of the day, as he gazed at me below him in my all-black slut-wear – shiny black vinyl bustier fetish wear, a similar garter belt, black sheer stockings, strapped-on patent leather five inch heels and a shiny glow of lube and cum stains on my well-used ass. He moaned and on the end of the moan he said, “I am cumming, ohh, yess, you are sooo good.” Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep in his room and I was in mine fucking myself one last time for the day on a 9-inch midnight black dildo fixed to a weight bench and using a magic wand on my shaft. I desperately wanted to cum once more before I changed, showered and rested my over-sexed body and started my four-day weekend. It was about four in the morning when I dropped off to sleep, my crotch muscles sore and cramping, but satiated for the time being…The next morning began my fifth week of me “living” in my sugar-daddy’s very nice western Las Vegas five-bedroom, four bathroom house on a golf course. He had good privacy, with a walled long front drive and and nicely groomed front area. He also had a three-car garage, a pool, and a bungalow, as well as a basement bonus room, a rarity in the Vegas I was told. My sugar daddy was a divorced family-law lawyer who was very discreet about his flexible sexually, as was I. In reality I was far more like a concubine. I earned my room and the amenities of the household through a very willing exchange of sexual perversions. I loved it, and he loved that I loved it. At times I was a secret gurlfriend, other times like a versatile twink-boy, but most often I was exactly like a slutty sex-addicted whore. In return, he was landlord, head chef, head of household affairs, event planner, vacation provider, masseur, occasionally my butler, sometimes my bottom, often my cuckold, but always my Master. When he invited me to share his place, he’d asked me to appear to his neighbors as alanya escort a room renter to any who saw me. Then he’d surprised me by saying that since my car was well-tinted, I could come and go, discreetly, as a gurl at night, when it was dark. So far, the situation was amazing.I looked over at my clock and saw it was already 11:45am and began to doze in my appropriately queen-sized bed. I rolled to one side, my soreness dulled over rest time, and I felt a semen-fart and the familiar wetness on my inner ass-cheek. I smiled a wicked smile to myself and began replay how I had gotten here. How the hell was I so lucky?I arrived in Las Vegas early January. I was still 19 and had been in the Air Force about a year and a half. I completed my entry and technical training and had passed my qualifications at my first station, a post in North Carolina. When I joined the Air Force I had been trying to “straighten” myself out and halt my crossdressing and bisexual urges. It hadn’t worked. There was far too much hot fun in that area if you looked under the surface or drove down to Atlanta. My true sexual nature surged out after I was “taken” by a hot TS prostitute that had befriended me in order to “fuck that cute young ass.” That opened the floodgates of lust and desire. I quickly went further than I’d ever been able to take things as an adolescent or a teen in So Cal. I frequently drove an hour to have a hot weekend in Raleigh, or, I took vacation time and long weekends in Atlanta. There was far more hetero-flexible black and white cock in the great southeast than there was in L.A. I was fucking as a dirty white slut every chance I got. By chance, I got transferred to the Air Force base in Las Vegas, where I promptly went crazy. I lost my fucking mind and quickly began a no-holds-barred sex quest. I also did my job. As it happened, I had the most perfect situation possible for me. Ten to fifteen days of intense, actually really cool Air force stuff, then about the same kind in between rotations when I was essentially off and with no significant responsibilities. I was even just “released” for several days after being on duty for several days with no break. It was sweet. Near the end of the first rotation of that duty schedule I hooked up with a young female officer who I was cooped up with for hours on end. We talked and found that we both needed an “anonymous sex friend” in her words. I was totally into it for about four weeks. She was 26 and looked like a petite Beyonce and Rhianna with a little extra white-gurl added and then wore a tight Air Force flight/jumpsuit with kinky lingerie underneath. We broke all the rules. Ironically, she really got off on being submissive to me. She was orally and anally inclined and I found tha her life’s
sex evolution was somewhat similar to my own, but in an i****tuous way. I found it somewhat tragic I suppose, but it was very hot to have her tell me as I was deep in her ass or about to cum on her face. Then, she was caught with someone’s spouse, a fucking wife I think, and piss was involved I guess. Anyway, she was summarily and immediately transferred. After that short hot affair, I resumed my gurly sex quest. I was already doing some things away from her, so it worked out well. She never “outed” our thing, in fact, I doubt it has ever been in writing till now. Almost every bit of time off I was doing something sex-focused, either at a bathhouse, or buying gurly things, or actually out playing around. At the bathhouse I learned about the adult theaters and the swing clubs. At swing clubs I learned about the gay clubs and hook-up sites on-line. At the arcades and theaters I learned about the tranny bar called “The Lounge.” On line I made friends with guys in Vegas or about to come to Vegas. It was INSANE. The Lounge was (and still is) in a giant square-shaped shopping area called “Commercial Center.” The first time I went to The Lounge I went as a guy and, after a single drink, found myself having a wildly enthusiastic sample blow-job outside The Lounge in a nearby office doorway. The black hair of incredibly gorgeous Filippino-American TS whore – who I saw later online in some porn – worked me up as she discussed our business arrangement. She was like me- enthusiastic and very talented and seemed to dig me. All she wanted was $80 and for me to pay for a cheap motel room for the rest of the night. A few minutes later we’d agreed on a “long-time” experience and I was paying for a cheap room near the old strip and the rest of the night with her. We flip-fucked and did a lot of everything. Each of us came, we took a nap, then fucked some more and came three times. I know cause we both loved feeling the other cum in our mouth. We had a great time and as we got ready to part, she told me she was heading to Miami for a convention maybe for some port opportunities, but that she wanted to see me and would be around in a few months. I was all but smitten and was terribly disappointed. Later that night I got over it with a few big black cocks at the bathhouse. The next day I was at work for another ten or twelve days straight. Had a lot to do, but also had a lot of nothing time to think…and dream. I was missing my Officer-girlfriend-fuckbuddy and let my mind imagine the possibilities. I often got so worked up I found myself sneaking in some quality jack-time in restrooms, and occasionally escort alanya having some short BJ and fuck flings with foreign military participant members- a very risky thing. But I constantly dreamed about the possibilities of my new home- Las Fucking Vegas. I was happily losing my mind in Sin City. I still liked my job, but anytime not focused on work I was totally focused on sex.I went back the first Saturday after my duty pause began. I dressed in my new car after leaving my dorm. By about 8pm I was bent forward in a video booth getting fucked by some married conventioneer. Later I was sucking cocks in a theater. Around 11pm things slowed and I took a break and departed the theater. I’d been edging and had not properly cum. I was hotter than hot at that point. I considered cleaning up a bit going to the bathhouse as a twink-guy for the night, but decided to see The Lounge as a gurl. Besides, if The Lounge was dead I could always clean up and be at the bathhouse later and have some hot sex. I also knew from more than a few past experiences in Raleigh and Atlanta that going to a tranny bar as CD was frequently a far different experience than as a guy – it was really hot to get “picked up.” That is it is really hot if the guy knows you are a special gurl. Twice before in Long Beach I had been u******e and sneaked into a tranny night club (yes that one). I’d been picked up on by guys who had thought I was a real, or “gen-girl,” and were shocked when they found my “something extra.” (Yeah, those experiences need to be a story too.)I was greeted warmly as I entered The Lounge by the door man. He was supposed to check my ID, but checked me out instead and exclaimed that he approved. There were about eight or nine gurls with a wonderful mix of ethnicity to please anyone. The bartender was an older, still hot, TS and she asked me without asking my age, what I was having and soon brought me my “Jack ‘n Coke.” It was really strong and I knew I was a lightweight so I nursed it. A tranny show was going on and the place was fairly full. I noticed a few guys on their own. Several were checking me out. So were the other gurls. From several, I got the, “Fuck, its another stupid boy in a dress” looks, while a few others smiled and winked at me. I looked over the other gurls also- you never know what they might be into and enjoyed myself. I’d had several really hot experiences with other CDs and TSs both in SoCal and in the deep southeast. These gurls all seemed to be TS’s making a life-choice and probably a very decent living as T-gurls. I knew that was not my personal desire. As a teen I’d made a surprising amount of money as a gurl-whore, but knew it wasn’t a good life or goal. It took the fun out of things sometimes. Plus, I’d spent about 3 hours in a LAPD holding pen for pros (prostitutes) and crazy people and knew I wasn’t like them. Sure I had been arrested for solicitation, but the cop who did it left me just long enough to scare me out of being a hooker. (Another story I need to write I guess.) On the same note, I loved to play as a gurl, but I had, and still have, no desires to be transitioned or be someone’s wife. Most of these gurls did have those desires, but enjoyed “working” there also, possibly hoping to meet Mr. Right, or at least Mr. Longdick Moneybags. Though prostitution was not really legal in Sin City no one really cares or enforces those laws, so these gurls could do pretty much as they pleased as long as the clients didn’t flip out and bring police into a situation. So, The Lounge was the best known place to cruise for tranny whores. During my first visit I had an amazing experience at The Lounge as a guy. I loved the process of watching a hot TS performer, meeting her, turning each other on, getting a sample BJ, negotiating and then paying for intense sex, and having it turn into unlimited sex for about seven intense hours. My expectations were low on this visit though. I had no idea what to expect. Moreover, it hadn’t completely dawned on me that whoring for money was the actual focus of The Lounge. The same things I had done a couple of years before for a thrill, specifically street-whoring on Santa Monica Boulevard in L.A., were happening here, albeit a bit differently, and I was clueless. Later I learned that “business” was agreed to in-bar and then taken somewhere else like a car or around the corner in the nooks and crannies of the office building, or perhaps, like I had done, to a nearby motel. So, there I was, wearing the look of a whore- a tight black miniskirt, sleeveless sequinned cream-colored blouse, red hair, sheer black stockings and high-heeled ankle boots, and my first really expensive red wig, ample makeup with glassy dark lips, and looking like a gurl for sale. I’d day-dreamed over the last almost half a month about getting picked up on by a guy and maybe doing as a gurl exactly what I had done with the Filipino TS. After about an hour the show was over and a few people left, including a couple of the whores, and the performer, also with what seemed to be a Gurl-Friend-Experience or GFE client – an exciting new term I’d heard from my Filipino “gurlfriend.” I went to the “Gurls” restroom to drain some used Jack and Coke. The sign on the restroom door said, “Gurls and Women only! No visitors or sex in the women’s room!” I looked over at the men’s room door and it had a sign alanya escort bayan that read, “No Sex of any kind in the restroom- you will be kicked out!” I chuckled and mused a
bout how many times I’d had serious sex in bathrooms like these and used the gurls room in So Cal and other places. I touched up my dark mascara and looked great. I stepped out to see one of the guys who’d been looking me over. He was white, reasonably fit, unremarkable, but decently clean. He was married as noted by his ring-tan on the hand he was using to grope himself as he engaged me. “Hi, I’m John, what’s your name?” he asked, his fingers sliding across his nicely-sized hard shaft facing left in his snug jeans. “Hi, I am Rebeca, whatcha got going on there?” I said moving my purse to the right a bit to let him see my likelwise decent-sized bulge supported by my t-bar panties under my skirt.”I was watching you in the bar and I wanna get with you. How about we go in the men’s room and I will show what I am working with up close?”I smiled and said, “The sign says we shouldn’t-“He cut me off, opening his pants and showing a thick shiny meaty cock and said, “Come on honey, I just got out and need to get off, I know you can make me cum in a minute or two ’cause I am so fucking horny for you…let’s go, they won’t even notice…I have done this before here…it’s cool.” Then he nodded, and stepped back and into the men’s room, beckoning me in with him. I was so fucking horny and smiled as I went in. He went to the far wall and the rear of two stalls and urged me in. I went in pulled my cock out of my panties and sat on the toilet seat and sucked him deep. He was slimy with pre-cum and tasted like sweat and sex. His cock was very meaty and got bigger and harder after only ten head-bobs. He said, “Stand up and let me fuck you, I got a condom!”I stroked myself a few more times as I sucked him in sync with my strokes and decided to get this hot big cock up inside me- I really needed a good hard fuck in my ass. I stood, lubed my hand and then my fuck-hole and turned to face the rear of the stall, spreading my legs over the toilet.In no time he had the condom on and was pressing into me. I checked for the condom as I lubed his hot cock, and he pushed into me just as I got my hand back up against the wall in frisk-me-fuck-me position. I arched my lower back and pushed back into him and he hit my spot, pushed over it, and went deeper, then he pulled out and went deep again and again… Over and over he went, driving into me hard enough to bounce my hard seven inch cock up into my pulled-up miniskirt and then back down against my garter clips. It was magical, like most serendipitous restroom fucks. “OOOOhhh!!” I moaned a bit- he was hitting my whore-spot perfectly. I was on the way to cumming, as long as he didn’t cum first and pull out.Then, footsteps came into the restroom. We stopped, his cock full-shaft into my ass. The guy came in and pissed, zipped, and as he left. On the way out fucking asshole said, “You can’t be doin’ that in here.”The guy behind me hurry-fucked me hard and came in only eight more deep hard pumps in about 10 seconds. He pulled out, peeled off the rubber, tossed it through my still-open legs into the toilet and zipped as he started away. “Thanks!” was all he said as he left. My cock was going down yet still orgasmic as I likewise adjusted myself to leave quickly and flushed most of the the evidence of our transgression. As I stepped from the restroom the cover-charge guy, now bouncer I guessed, and the bar-maid TS both looked pissed. The TS, I later learned her name was “Mary”, said, “You fucking can’t read?”The bouncer said, “Look at her leg, she’s gonna deny it, but she can’t hahaha…”Mary looked down at my right inner calf and smiled and then laughed out loud. “Hahaha, you fucking bitch, he came on you, get the fuck out! You are 86’d for one week and if you pull that shit again while gurls are working here I kick you out permanently…you do that shit outside or come see me before you start here.”Clearly she thought I’d been hooking. I was about to open my mouth and do what would have been damage, when I paused and looked down at what they were talking about. I saw the cum droplets on my leg from the rushed de-sheathing my fuck-friend had done. There were eight or nine large cumglobs, now sliding down my black stockings, and glowing purple in the black light of the club. As I computed what Mary said about kicking me out- temporarily- I also noticed a BUNCH of other stains glowing in the black light and despite being threatened, I got a thrill from all the cum on me. I simply composed myself and said, “I am sorry, I won’t break your rules again, I love this place, and I will see you again at some point.” With that, degraded and shamefully, I walked out into the cool January night. I headed around the corner to go out back and into the giant square-shaped Commercial Center parking lot and to my car. As I walked through the corridor near where the Filipino Whore had sampled my cock and teased me with her BJ skill I saw the gurl form the tranny show who’d left earlier. She was a passable bleach-blonde-latina, and I now fully realized she was a “working gurl.” She was headed past me and back into The Lounge. She was hot and was obviously stuffing hard-earned money into her bra. She strutted past me as if to not acknowledge me or anything else that was happening and I saw behind her a guy, obviously zipping up and adjusting himself. Then, in similar demeanor, he was walking away as if there was nothing to see. I smiled to myself thinking, oh fuck yes, I will be back.

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