The time I saw a sex worker in Vegas [MF]

I went to Las Vegas last winter because I wanted to indulge myself and revel in the debauchery of my sexual depravity :)

I won’t disclose the place even though it’s legal out there, nor any names out of respect.

When I came into the place I went right to the bar and ordered a beer and water; my throat was so dry and my heart was racing simply because of where I was and what I knew I wanted to do. It felt so dirty and wrong even though, quite frankly, it was another day in the life for folks out there given the removal of the taboo of the job.

Within a few minutes I was approached by the Madame, who was really nice and we had a few laughs together. I told her I’d been exchanging emails with one of the girls online and I was fairly confident she was the one I wanted – but she was with a client, so I’d have to wait. I didn’t mind. In the meantime, another woman approached me: a tall, curvy blonde who said she was from Ireland. She was quite pretty, but not really what I was looking for. We spoke for a few minutes about her homeland, I bought her a drink, and wished her well. I think she was a little surprised that I’d done that, in a good way.

Pretty soon the girl I’d been emailing came along: she was short, tan, with very long black hair, and definitely of South American descent, all of which I liked. We exchanged pleasantries and then went back together to her room, all the while just having normal chit-chat. I feel as though a lot of men are nervous around sex workers and there’s no reason to be. Her room was nice although small. She and I sat down next to each other and I basically told her what I was looking for. She said she was definitely not a sub. I asked if she could confirm that, per the website, she enjoyed anal; she flatly refused to even discuss it, and seemed to get upset that her own brothel’s website listed that as one of her areas of expertise. Nevertheless, in the end, we parted ways, and walked back to the bar together, where I had another drink and waited to someone else to grace the room with their presence.

Above the bar there were two TVs with repeating slides of all of the girls. The Madame asked if I wanted to do a line up, but I thought that would be way too much pressure so I declined. I told her I was looking for someone who is into kinky stuff, so she brought me to a side waiting room and told me to wait: in walked a thin girl, young, probably about my age (29), with a few bruises in her legs and ass – which tbh was not a bad sign given my proclivities. She was very kind and agreeable, even working with me on price. In the end, much like in all other aspects of my life, I wanted to see what else was out there, so I said “I’m not saying no, but I want to see some other girls to be sure”. She accepted this and understand, saying earnestly and I believe wholeheartedly, “I hope to see you later….” I smiled and went back into the small waiting area.

Next walked in a true beauty: curvy, a little shorter than me (6′), with fantastic breasts, high heels, and her hair in a high ponytail, which for whatever reason is a huge turn on for me. Almost immediately upon going into her room I said “Let’s do this” – which in retrospect was strange because she wasn’t anything like what I’d thought I’d want, and fully admitted to not really being into kinky things. I said I didn’t care; it’s like when you go to a restaurant thinking you want lasagna and then you get there and hear one of the specials and you can’t help but change your mind.

We walked past the rooms we might want to play in: a room with a hot tub, a dungeon, a nuru masage room, and, finally, a room with a one-way mirror facing the outside hallway, and a massive shower inside. We both loved this idea, so we went in. After I paid and she changed her outfit into something I’d asked for – lingerie and a robe – we both slowly stripped. We got into the shower, completely naked, and began washing each other. This was honestly the most sensual experience of my entire life, even though she was a complete stranger. She soaped me up and down, washed every inch of my body, and I did the same to her, even bending to one knee to wash her legs and inner thighs. She would moan softly here and there, but truthfully I enjoyed washing her immensely. We stood very close to each other, her head in my chest and mine in her neck…she softly held my cock and we talked, even laughed together. It was transcendental.

When we got out of the shower we dried off and she put on some music she liked. Then she blindfolded me, and tied my arms to opposite ends of the bed, lying on my stomach. She gave me an amazing massage, turning me over after 10 or so minutes and put the condom on – with her mouth, taking my cock all the way inside her warm throat, something I found then and still find wildly erotic. I asked her to do that again, and she wryly said “Do what?” She was perfect.

The sex was fairly normal from then on. Missionary, doggy, her legs up over my shoulders…I loved every minute of it, even though it was [nearly] as dirty as I usually like it. She had her legs against my chest, toes pointing straight up while I almost shouted “I’m cumming I’m cumming” and it was like an explosion, so much so that I worried the condom might break (spoiler alert it didn’t).

It was a whirlwind of pleasure, and I don’t regret a single minute of it. Afterwards we had some water and just laid there, naked, touching each other lightly. She asked me why’d I’d come there, and I said I wanted to cross it off my bucket list. She found that amusing. She playfully made fun of the fact that I was craving avocado toast. All in all it was a great time and I wouldn’t hesitate to return.

Only next time I’m going to venture into the dungeon room.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k4ni77/the_time_i_saw_a_sex_worker_in_vegas_mf