Drowning in Las Vegas

She let out a loud involuntary gasp, her mouth as wide as it could stretch and air rushed into her aching lungs.

I'd noticed her standing with her friend at a dispense bar on the terraces of the Las Vegas Sam Boyd sports stadium. My first time in Vegas I was starting to realise that pretty girls tend to come with a price tag. There is nothing wrong with that and I was having a blast anyway but hey, it's just not my thing and I figured she had one too. She looked great though in hot pants and pigtails, blending into the Vegas scenery and living the stereotype unashamedly.

As I took a seat in the half empty stadium she sat next to me, taking me by surprise, I hadn't seen her coming. "So when were you planning on coming over to talk to me?" she said with an air of entitlement, like I was obliged to in some way.

I don't mind forward women, I like that they know what they want and they own it. A lot of guys, especially 'dominant' guys aren't comfortable with it but it's never bothered me and she had a way about her that told me she was at ease with herself without actually feeling as entitled as she was pretending to be.

"I wasn't but since you're here now let's hear all about you" I replied and as we sat and watched the worlds most boring game I found her charming and witty. I pick my moments and decided this was one for charm and wit myself so I put on my best mask as the banter flowed and we powered through a few nasty American lite beers (seriously, what is that shit?) All the time though I was turning over in the back of my head the scenarios appropriate for my new self appointed fuck buddy.

As I left with my friends (yes I have some,) her number in my phone and a classic vanilla promise of some drinks on the strip later that night I thought about her, who she was and her sexual experiences to date. I didn't ask but I'm guessing she was 26 years old. I'm guessing she'd been to university and being a confident and attractive young lady she'd probably had a string of boyfriends and the odd one night stand here and there. She didn't live in Vegas so on this sisters holiday she'd decided to get herself some strange and had adopted a sexually aggressive persona to match complete with a vocabulary full of innuendo and connotations. It didn't fit though, it wasn't her and I could tell.

I bet myself that her previous experiences had been very polite and respectful encounters with lots of gentle caressing and apologetic fucking. In her mind that is the way a charming gentleman, like the one she just met at the game would always behave. Time to change things up on the cheerleader I thought as I sent her a message that read "Be at the Bellagio fountain 7pm. Wear a dress or skirt and heals that show your ankles."

"WTF? Seriously?" was the reply I ignored until an hour later another read "Ok man, you're unusual aren't you? I'll see you there."

As I waited for her to arrive predictably late I planned the conflict that I wanted to create in her mind, not because I'm some sort of an asshole but because I wanted to deliver her an experience she'd never forget and I love nothing more than showing those that feel like they are sexually experienced a whole new side of themselves. I wanted her to start questioning who she was talking to at any given moment and whether she should be looking for the door or handing me her room key.

As she approached, a knee length tight black dress cascading off her shoulders I marvelled at a woman's ability to tailor her appearance to the circumstances. While she looked fun and flirtatious at the game she now looked elegant and cultured. I hailed a cab and without asking I opened the door and ushered her in. "Where are we" she said as I closed the door behind her, not letting her finish.

In the car the jokes and the revelry was back and she seemed at ease. Her sister had gone to meet up with my friends and she made me promise we'd hook up with them later. As the cab pulled up at my hotel she asked again "so what are we doing here?" Taking off the mask just for one instant I looked directly into her blue eyes and said "This is where I'm going to fuck you." The shock that spread across her face like a shattering mirror was palpable as I paused for a moment to ensure she knew I'd seen it, then stepped out of the car and walked to her door.

She stepped gingerly out taking my hand with a degree of uncertainty as she did. "Erm, listen although you seem really nice and all, I thought we were meeting to have a drink not to fuck," she said looking down at the floor. All the confidence and bravado seemed to have gone and I was a little disappointed as I was hoping it would be more difficult to put her off balance. "You thought wrong" I said as I turn and walked into the lobby.

I didn't know if she was going to follow. I have to admit that I would have been disappointed if she didn't as I was really curious to find out what this girl was about but I'd made the mistake of not being myself before and I'd always regretted it. She either followed me into that lobby or it was best that she went home alone. I stood and watched her staring into the neon of the strip desperately trying to understand why she seemed to be dealing with two people at the same time.

I guess after all that she was surprised when I led her into a piano bar that sat off one of the hideous casino floors. We drank red wine and again I put her at ease but now I could tell she was wary, always wondering when next she would meet the other guy. She didn't need to wait long as I lent toward her and said, "go to the bathroom take off your underwear. Then come back and hand it to me."

This time there was no shock. Confusion yes and I loved the way she sat and contemplated the situation for a moment before standing without a word and walking away to carry out her instructions. I'd planned this meticulously and I'd scoped out the small bathroom nearest by that afternoon. As she exited the cubical I was waiting for her and with one hand over her mouth I pushed her back into it and forced her down onto the seat. Taking hold of her hair with one hand I undid my trousers with the other and then taking hold of her chin, forced my cock into her mouth.

Her demeanour had changed when we returned to our drinks. She was a little quieter, even meek perhaps. She was starting to resign herself to this and that drove me crazy with anticipation. I love to test people and she was being tested now. I knew that this wasn't what she was used to, it was written all over her face. I knew she was going crazy inside, conflicted and confused. This wasn't how nice guys acted right? But there he was again, sitting opposite her all charming and chatty. I knew she wasn't sure what the hell was going to happen next and if she should be around to find out.

She stood at the full length window of my absurdly opulent Vegas suite. She'd come here without protest and peered at the people below awaiting the next surprise. "Don't move from where you are and take off your dress" said Mr Hyde. She was compliant now, unquestioning and I loved how quickly that had happened. The dress slid over her hips and hit the floor and I simply sat and admired her for a while, knowing full well that she was looking at people, who were looking at her.

Dr. Jekyll approached her from behind and lifted her arms up, placing her hands against the glass and slowly and gently slid my thumb into her pussy. She came there, in front of a few hundred onlookers in the hotels opposite and streets below.

Now I had her on the bed, slowly and gently caressing her flawless skin. I was enjoying myself but more so I was enjoying the fact that I knew that this is what she was used to. This is how men fuck and I'm sure that she was in some ways relieved that although I'd messed with her a little, I was in fact just going to R&B fuck her like all the others before me.

She may have cum or she may have been faking. Either way I got bored of this charade and led her to the bathroom where I'd pre-filled the ridiculous giant octagonal Jacuzzi bath. Softly I encouraged her onto her knees in front of it, her hands resting on the side. She didn't seem phased or concerned until I knelt behind her, grabbed hold of a handful of her hair, rapped my hand around her elegant neck and whispered into her ear, "lets see what you're really made of shall we?"

She let out a stifled squeal as I simultaneously rammed my cock into her pussy and forced her head down under the water. She tried to force her way back up with her arms but I pull them behind her, running my spare arm through her elbows leaving her completely helpless.

Her head thrashed from side to side against my palm and her body lurched with each thrust and as I dragged her head up, matted hair plastered all over her pretty face she let out a loud involuntary gasp, her mouth as wide as it could stretch and air rushed into her aching lungs.

"No, please" she spluttered as I continued to fuck her and she swayed precariously over the bath. 'No please what?" I replied hoping for something to come out so I could drive her head back under the water just as she started to beg. This time I help her under longer and I could literally feel the panic prickling through her skin.

"Ok, ok, ok," is all that came out this time when she finally found some oxygen. I released her arms allowing her to rest them on the side of the bath to support herself. "Ok, Ok," she continued as I withdrew from her pussy and found the entrance to her asshole with my cock. "Yes, please" she whispered. She was going, she was braking and she was now mine for the taking. I adore this moment more than any other, more than the orgasms and the crying and the screaming and the begging. This is what it's all about for me and she was here, handing herself over to me just two hours after we'd met at that fountain.

I forced myself inside of her ass. Her pain was so evident and adorable. "Do it, DO IT!" she cried through one of her screams and I plunged her head under the water once more, driving my cock into her less than prepared asshole, staring down at her writhing body her life literally in the palm of my hand.

She didn't meet her sister that night. I made her message her to explain that she couldn't make it but later discovered via my friends that the message contained a bit more detail than was necessary, something I took a while to live down. I used her in every horrendously fantastic way I could think of that night and watched her change from a beautiful but predictably dull Californian hottie into a depraved cock hungry sex slave without limits or boundaries. When I got tired I tied her to the bedposts at the end of the bed with cable for a few hours while I slept only to revisit her again frequently throughout the night and into the next morning with more and more ferocity.

We've spoken a few times since Vegas. I like her attitude and she constantly asks for advice on the new world I dragged her, somewhat unwillingly into. She claims her life contains a new level of excitement now though and that does make me smile.

The End.