MILF Night in Las Vegas Ch. 01

Her heart gave a flip when, instead of turning towards the door at the front of the bar, he came straight towards her carrying his drink, that soft knowing smile on his face. She felt dizzy and all aflutter as he approached, but she couldn't look away, he was that gorgeous. As he got closer, she could see how big of a man he was, as big as a linebacker. And still, he moved with a casual grace that seemed effortless.

"Hello, do you mind if I join you?" he asked as he stopped next to her, one hand resting on the bar.

Even his voice is perfect, Rebecca thought. The low masculine timbre as he spoke sent another warming pulsation deep between her legs, making her juices flow even more. "Yes," Rebecca mumbled out, surprised she was even able to speak, and then she realized what she'd said, her reply just as confusing as she felt. "No, I mean...I mean, that's fine."

"Thank you," he said, giving her a thousand-watt smile that made her shiver. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Rebecca nodded as if struck dumb, wondering if she was flushed as red as she felt. She watched as he gestured to the bartender, who quickly appeared.

"What is that you're drinking?" her new acquaintance asked her.

"Uh, a whisky sour," she managed to mumble out.

The man nodded and turned to the bartender, "One whisky sour and one club soda with a twist of lime, please."

"Club soda?" Rebecca asked, somewhat surprised but the man's choice of drink.

He shrugged. Even the easy movement of his broad shoulders made her quake. "I'm not much of a drinker, never have been. I kind of like to make sure I stay in control of myself, and of other things, if you know what I mean."

He gave Rebecca a little wink when he said that, the word 'control' setting the dormant embers in her pussy ablaze in an instant. That word alone made her think of the Professor, and what they'd had together, and what she hoped would happen tonight.

"That's good," Rebecca managed to reply as the bartender set her fancy drink down in front of her. "I'm not much of a drinker either." She hoisted her glass in the man's direction. "Two's my usual limit."

"To staying sober and in control then," he said as he smiled and clinked his glass against hers. Rebecca sipped at her straw while he took a drink from his tumbler before setting it on the bar. "I'm Oscar, by the way."

He extended his hand, which caused Rebecca to instinctively offer hers. She felt herself shiver again as his big mitt easily swallowed up her delicate little hand. His grip was firm, warm, and reassuring, and knowingly confident, without being overbearing. With everything else she'd seen of him so far, his handshake was just as perfect.

"I'm uh...I'm Eva," she replied as he released her hand. She was surprised by the dark, sullen look that came over his face. Gone was that gorgeous smile. She was totally confused within an instant.

"Well, Eva," he said as he exaggerated the pronunciation of her name, "have a good evening." With that, he gave her a courteous nod, turned on his heel, and started to walk away.

"Wait," Rebecca called out, wondering what she had done. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at her, his eyes devoid of any interest. She felt herself almost swaying with confusion as she looked at him. "What...what did I say?"

He slowly came back and stood next to her, looking directly into her eyes. "We both know your name isn't Eva, don't we?"

She looked down with shame, unable to meet his eyes.

"It's all right. Look at me." His low powerful voice gave her a command, which she helplessly obeyed. Her soft blue eyes met his as he looked down at her, his massive form dwarfing hers as he stood close. "If you're interested in continuing with this conversation, you have to be totally honest with me. If you want 'Eva' to be here, you're going to have to find somebody else. I'm not interested in knowing Eva at all."

Rebecca took a breath, trying to steady herself. It was like this man could read her every thought, which both terrified her, and excited her beyond belief. "I...I understand. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that. I've never done anything like that in my life before. My name's Rebecca."

The man nodded. Rebecca felt herself almost glowing with relief as that beautiful soft smile came over his handsome face once more. "It's very nice to meet you, Rebecca." He paused and glanced around the bar before nodding his head toward an area behind them. "Look, why don't we have a seat in one of those booths back there so we can talk a little more privately?"

"Um, okay," Rebecca said as she let him take her hand and lead her into the darkened area away from the bar. She could feel him looking at her as they moved across the room, happy that she'd worn this dress and new high heels. She slid into the curving banquet seat and he slid in next to her, both of their backs to the wall with the semi-circular table in front of them. She felt incredibly nervous, and found herself chewing on her bottom lip to try and calm herself. As anxious as she was, there was no way she wanted him to go away.

"Rebecca," Oscar said as he shifted sideways and looked right at her, his magnetic gaze causing her to look at him in return. "I asked you to be totally honest with me and, in turn, I promise to be totally honest with you."

"I...I'd like that," she stammered out, her bottom lip almost trembling. "I'm sorry I did that before about making up that name. I'm truly sorry I did that."

"That's okay." He gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "I can see that you're nervous, but you don't need to be. I promise you, everything is going to be fine."

"I...uh, okay. Umm, I'm not sure what you mean?"

He reached out and took her hand, holding it gently. She looked down at his large hands and incredibly long fingers as he tenderly stroked her hand. At the same time she felt his soothing touch start to calm her.

"I know what you're here for," he said calmly as he nodded in her direction.

"What I'm here for?" Rebecca couldn't help but ask. Earlier she'd felt like this man could peer right into her very being. But now, what was he...was she really that obvious?

"As I said, I'll be honest with you if you'll be honest with me. Do we have that understanding?" Again, his voice was smooth and controlled, but there was a sense of firmness to it.

"Yes. I'm sorry about what happened earlier, Oscar. It won't happen again."

"Good," he said. "As I was saying, I know what you're here for. I may be a little bit off the mark about what I'm going to say, but I don't think so." He looked at her as he paused for a second. He could see that she had calmed down a bit, and was ready to listen to whatever he was going to say. "I'll be quite blatant about this, because I'm not into playing any games. I think I made that clear when Eva showed up."

Rebecca could only nod, feeling somewhat ashamed once more.

"Listen, I've been around the block a few times and I know what it means when women look at me the way you did. I know you're here for one basic reason; you want to know what it's like to get fucked by a black man."

Rebecca all but gasped, but she couldn't take her eyes off him as he continued speaking.

"Let me guess, you're in Las Vegas for some kind of work function, or group event, something like that. It's Friday night and everybody else has gone home. You're staying for at least an extra night before going back home to your husband and kids, and you want to find out if what you've been dreaming about for a long time is as good as you hope it is."

Rebecca felt herself flushing again. She couldn't believe he'd been so bang on with his assessment of her.

"So, I am right about most of that, aren't I?" he asked.

Feeling somewhat stunned, Rebecca couldn't do anything except nod in agreement.

"It's all right, Rebecca, just relax," Oscar said as he stroked her hand one last time before setting it on the table. "Go ahead, have a drink. You'll feel better."

Rebecca did as he said, taking a big gulp of her tart drink, and he was right.

"Now, where's home? And don't worry, nothing you say to me will leave these lips. You know what they say, 'What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas'."

That's exactly what Rebecca had been hoping for all along. "I'm...I'm from Alaska."

"That's a long ways away. Are you staying right here in this hotel?"

"Yes, I'm in the Palazzo."

"Good for you. It's a great place. So what brings you to Las Vegas from Alaska?"

She nodded. "A convention put on by the oil industry about deep water drilling."

"Ah, that's very interesting. Are you an engineer?" He had that soft smile on his face again, and the pure warmth of it seemed to calm her immensely. At this point, she knew she had to be totally honest, or he'd be gone in an instant.

Rebecca shrugged and nodded, suddenly feeling quite proud of herself. It was a good feeling. "Yes, I'm a geophysics engineer with one of the major oil companies. I specialize in deep drilling techniques."

Oscar gave her a coy smile. "I specialize in deep drilling too. Very deep. Maybe I can show you how deep a little later."

His suggestive words made Rebecca shiver. She knew there was nothing she'd like better. But right now, since he was asking about her, she wanted to know a bit more about him too. "What about you, what do you do?"

He shrugged, as if what he did was of no consequence. "I'm a lawyer in the entertainment industry. Most of my clients are in LA, but I have some here in Vegas as well."

Rebecca was notably impressed by that. Yes, this wasn't some thug off the street. This was just the kind of man she'd hoped to meet. "That sounds very interesting. Do you have any clients that I'd know?"

"There are definitely a few that you'd know. But I don't like to talk about that. Those people like their privacy, as I'm sure you understand."

Something occurred to her that made her smile. "So, Oscar," she started, speaking his name somewhat louder than necessary, "with a name like that, do you have any clients that have won an Academy Award?"

He looked at her and smiled in return. "You have a gorgeous smile, by the way." His kind words made Rebecca blush, despite herself. "And in answer to your question, yes, there are a couple of Oscar winners amongst my clients. Again, I can't say who, but I am quite proud of that fact."

"And you have clients here in Las Vegas too?"

"Yes, I'm in town working on a contract for someone who you'll likely see leading the bill at Caesar's Palace in the next few months."

"Is that where you're staying?"

He shook his head. "No, I have a condo here in town, as well as my place in Los Angeles."

"How old are you?" Obviously this man was quite successful, and yet he looked quite young, definitely younger than her, which she was happy about.

"I'm 32."

There was one more question she had to ask. "Married?"

Oscar shook his head. "No, still single. But enough about me, what about you? How old are you?"

Rebecca could see that he was interested in her response. Would she lie again? By this point, she knew better than to risk it. "Uh...44."

"44. That's a nice age for a woman. And you are quite beautiful, do you know that?"

Rebecca couldn't help but blush. It had been a long time since any man had complimented her, other than her son. "Thank you. Thank you for saying that."

"It's true. You shouldn't be blushing, you are a very attractive woman. How long have you been married?"

"Uh, twenty years." She paused as he nodded. "How...how did you know I'm married?"

"If you feel like doing this again, you might want to think about leaving your rings on next time." He nodded to her left hand, where the indentations on her ring finger were clearly apparent. She thought she'd been clever when she'd left her rings in the safe in her room, but he'd obviously seen through that ruse when he'd first walked over to her. "How many kids?" he continued.

Again, she knew she had to tell the truth about everything, or he'd be in the wind. "Two, a boy eighteen and a girl sixteen."

"Your son, are you fucking him?"

Rebecca gasped, both at the audacity of his question, and how close what he had asked was to the truth. Her son had turned into quite a hunk in the last year or so, and she'd found herself looking at him with more than just a mother's interest lately now that he was eighteen. She knew he was regularly pilfering her laundry basket, looking for her soiled panties and used bras, usually after she'd come home from work and changed before making dinner. He'd disappear with them into his room for hours on end. She'd discovered a pair of her panties in his room by accident one day, the crotch lathered with a heavy dose of his thick teenage cum. It had set her cunt on fire in an instant, and she couldn't keep from bringing the silky panties to her face, her tongue slithering forward as she sucked and licked up the massive load of spunk. She'd trembled through a quivering climax as she'd swallowed, her son's viscous semen finding a nice warm home in the pit of her stomach.

Once she'd discovered that for the first time, she'd altered her schedule at work. Now, she didn't have to go into the office until the kids were picked up by the school bus. With her husband leaving for work well before that, she had a few minutes on her own every morning once everyone was on their way. As soon as the bus would pull away, she'd make her way into her son's room. There, every day, tucked under the edge of his bed, she'd find the panties she'd worn to work the day before. Only now, they were covered with a fresh load of cum. He'd use her panties as a dumping ground for his spunk when he jerked off after waking up in the morning, as well as the loads he'd dumped into them the night before. Rebecca would take the panties and gleefully lick them clean before stuffing them into her mouth, licking and sucking at the sodden material until she got every drop of his creamy boy-juice. She loved the taste and texture of his masculine goodness, getting a daily dose of semen that made her day complete.

She'd replace the panties beneath his bed where she found them before heading off to work, the taste of her son's spunk lingering sinfully in her mouth. When she got home each day and changed out of her work clothes, she'd noticed that her son had returned the panties to the laundry hamper after he got home from school. Her son wasn't a stupid boy by any means, far from it. She knew he couldn't help but notice that the panties he'd left each morning soaked with a milky load of jizz were all but licked clean when he came home later that day. As naughty as she knew it was, Rebecca couldn't help herself, her desire for cum was that strong. Every day over the last little while, her son happily greeted her with a kiss on the cheek when she got home, pulling her close so that she couldn't help but press her breasts against his chest as he hugged her. She often noticed the stiffness lying beneath his pants when his midsection would subtly press against hers, the bulge of his cock feeling impressively large, compared to his father's. When she went to her room to get changed, she rewarded him by making sure to rub the crotch of her panties against her dripping labia, making sure he got a good taste of her every day. It became almost a game the two of them played, with neither of them saying anything about it, as long as they both got what they wanted out of their little secret.

But now, she couldn't believe what Oscar had just asked her, if she was fucking her son. Like she'd thought before, it was almost like he could read her mind. Still, she couldn't admit to anything like that. "My...my own son? Of course not."

He gave her a wary look, as if he didn't believe her. But even if she was lying to him about that, she could see that it wasn't something he felt serious enough about to get up and walk away.

"Huh. I'm just saying, if I had a mother that looked like you, I'd want to fuck her, or have her suck me off with that pretty mouth of hers. And if I couldn't fuck her or watch her swallow my cum, I'd be jerking off thinking about her whenever I had a chance."

Rebecca was too shocked to respond. Once again Oscar had hit the nail right on the head. From the way she'd seen that her son treated her underwear, she had no doubt he was thinking about her numerous times a day when he jerked off, which she knew he did when he disappeared into his room and closed the door. From the sly gleam in Oscar's eyes, she could tell that he knew that deep down, she knew that about her son as well, and seemed to know about the feelings she had for the boy. As Oscar's eyes drifted down to the ample swells of her breasts pressing against the deeply-scooped neckline of her dress, his blatant gaze at her attributes was just like her son's, who she'd caught many times staring openly at her generous breasts. It was as if Oscar was mimicking her son, and almost daring her to deny that she had similar naughty thoughts about the boy, that she was curious about what it would be like to fuck him, to have his big teenage cock in her mouth and pussy, to have him fill her up with cum, over and over, to have her son's rock-hard cock that could go all night fuck her for hours on end. Yes, she'd had those thoughts, many times, and right now, it was making her steaming cunt weep even more with arousal. Even though she could tell that Oscar could read her like a book, she still couldn't admit it out loud. That was going too far, and she could see that Oscar wasn't going to press her any further on that point.

Oscar sat forward, as if ready to move on, his big body looming over hers as he shifted a bit closer. "Like I said, we both know why you're here." She only looked at him, her gaze willing him to continue with what he was saying. "You've probably been thinking about this for quite some time. Unhappy with your husband, wondering what it would be like with a black man, a black man with a big cock who knows how to use it. A black man who makes you worship his cock, makes you slave over it and take it any way he wants to give it to you. That's right, isn't it, Rebecca?"

He was sitting closer to her now, his aftershave and warm masculine scent firing her senses. She obediently nodded before he continued. "You've probably watched a lot of interracial porn movies, read a lot of erotic stories like that. Movies and stories about women, MILFs just like you who let black men have their way with them. Black men with big hard cocks that fuck them and make those older women suck their cocks for hours on end, feeding them load after load of thick creamy cum."

Rebecca was definitely heating up as he spoke, her face glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. She was mesmerized by his lulling hypnotic voice, her inner thoughts and desires being spoken to her out loud by this big handsome man. She could only sit, lost in her thoughts and desires as she listened to him speak the truth.

"And you want to know what it feels like to have a big black cock thrust deep inside you, go deeper than any man ever has before, to touch you in places you've only dreamed of, to do things to you that you've been fantasizing about, fingering yourself about."

Rebecca was breathing raggedly now, hanging on every provocative word as he reached towards her. He turned slightly, his broad back blocking the view of them from the bar.

"You have beautiful breasts. What size are these?" he asked as she felt his huge hand run up the front of her body and cup one of her big tits. "A 34 Double D?"

"34E," she replied, feeling dizzy with excitement as his hand gently squeezed one big full breast.

"34E? I've had bigger, but these'll do nicely. I'm gonna fuck those later and when I'm ready to come, I'll blow my load all over that pretty face of yours. You've wanted that for a long time too, haven't you?"