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It was my second night in Vegas. My first real night there. I was about to call it a night when I saw him checking me out from across the casino bar.
His eyes took in my curves. I was wearing a black sheer top with a tank top underneath. I could feel his eyes undressing me.
I was talking to a guy from the conference, but at some point, he left. I was about to go to my room with the man from across the bar approached me.
There was small talk. He was in town for another conference. He was from California. Etc. He was cute, but not exactly my type. Plus, he was married. I was debating my excuse to exit.
He got my attention when he said, “It’s my birthday.”
“Is it really?” I asked. I didn’t believe him.
He recited the day’s date and offered to prove it.
“Shouldn’t I be the one buying drinks then?” I asked.
“Not a chance.” He said with a grin and a dismissive smile.
He hinted about us going back to his hotel room. I enjoyed the conversation, but I wouldn’t say we were hitting it off. I could see myself being friends with him. At least, I did until he asked me the fateful question.
“I have a question to ask you.” He said.
“Anything,” I said.
He whispered into my ear. “Would you give me a birthday blowjob?”
I almost spit out my drink. I wasn’t expecting him to ask that. It made me look at him differently. It turned me on. It woke up my slutty side. How did he know I was the kind of girl that would consider a question like that? I grinned.
“What do you think?” He asked.
I hesitated. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to say yes. I wanted to give him a birthday present. I wanted to be a slut. But he was a complete stranger. I was there for work.
“You’d make it the best birthday ever.” He said.
Yet I’d given blowjobs to complete strangers before. I’d given blowjobs as birthday presents before. None of my coworkers were around anymore. They’d all gone one by one back to the hotel or to other casinos.
He looked into my eyes, then down to my lips. I licked my lips. I was turned on. I was feeling naughty.
“Happy birthday,” I said. I wanted to make his night. I wanted to be the story he told his friends. I wanted to be the story he told his coworkers. What was the big deal? It was just a blowjob. I would enjoy giving it. He would more than enjoy getting it.
A little while later, he led me to his hotel room in the next casino. I felt like I was taking a paying customer away from the high-class escorts I saw wandering through the bar looking for businessmen. I felt like the slut was out and ready to play.
My hotel room had a view of the strip, but his hotel room had a much better view. I took a look at the fountains. It seemed like a fantasy come true. It certainly was for him.
He came up behind me and said something as he wrapped his hands around me. He pressed his body against my backside. I felt like his present.
He kissed my neck and groped me through my shirt. He grew hard against my backside as I rubbed my ass against him. Even with the two layers of clothes we had on, it felt intense.
I turned around to face him. I really did feel like a call girl, like I was performing a service. I should’ve been wearing a skimpy dress that hugged my curves. I felt so sexy. He looked at me like a fantasy come true.
“Are you really going to do it?” He asked like he was checking if I was real.
“Yes,” I said with a grin.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. In front of the window. The room was dark, but could people in other hotels see? Probably not, but I hoped they could.
I kissed the bulge in his jeans. I was doing it. There was no turning back now.
I pushed my hair back and undid his belt. I looked up and our eyes locked as I undid the button on his jeans. Slowly I pulled down the zipper.
His eyes were filled with lust and desire. I smiled as I pulled down his jeans, taking his tight boxer briefs with them.
His thick cock was pointing up. It was bright red and very hard. I was such a slut.
