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Strange things happen in Vegas, and usually, it stays there, but today I think I’m going to tell you a story. This story is right out of the pages of the beautiful erotica that happens in late night bars on the Vegas Strip. I took a trip as a teen to Vegas with a very influential older man will call him Mr. Wells. Mr. Wells set up pretty little virgin pussy teens with other influential wealthy older guys for nights of no taboo allowed sexcapades. In other words, if they have the money, they could do with us whatever they wanted. There was this one guy Mr. Cook is what we’ll call him, and he was vital in Vegas he owned several nightclubs. Mr. Cook had a fetish for cuckolding he also liked to watch the whole thing in one of his many bars. My job what’s the sit at the bar while he slipped away for a moment. When he was gone three guys were to approach me, and I was to flirt with them one guy was to put something extra in my drink that made me happy. I was too then allow them to make me the center of attention. One guy sticks his tongue down my throat while pulling my dress up and ripping my red lace panties off and shoving his big fat dick inside of my wet throbbing pussy. As that one guy is pouring his monster 10-inch cock inside of my wet soaking dripping pussy another guy walks up to my back and starts to shove his cock inside my gaping asshole after raising my dress. He starts sucking my neck from the back as the other man is pushing his tongue down my throat another man comes he stands on the bar he takes my face away and shoves his cock deep inside my mouth choking with his colossal fat cockrod. I’m taking everything and loving it as the client is watching from a table afar, jacking his cock creaming over and over. That’s one story straight out of Clarke County from me about that guy I call Mr. Cook, and Mr. Cook is still an outstanding client.

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