Stranger Danger

First off, I don’t care what you or anyone thinks about me or my lifestyle. I think life is too short and if you don’t grab it with both hands (in the huevos) you will miss shit!  I love music, food, gambling and fucking.

I live near Las Vegas so I go there a lot, aye maybe too much.  I’m so good at gambling that I’m always coming home with loot. At first my man hated that I wanted to gamble so much so he came with me every time. He is such a jealous guy. After several weeks he began to get bored and to tell the truth, he wasn’t very lucky and usually was broke in just an hour or two. I started going to the strip by myself. As long as I came home with my winnings, he was very happy.

Recently, I was playing the slots and doing pretty good, but kept getting interrupted by random guys. I would look up from my machine and there would be a different dude standing close by smiling at me. They would say hi, and then after a few seconds, they’d go on their way. After about 8 or 10 times, I had to ask the guy, what the fuck? Is there a sign on me or something?  He just smiled and said “nice skirt”.

I had been sitting side-saddle on my stool with my leg crossed and resting on the stool next to me.  I looked down at my skirt and find that my skirt was open wide. Somehow the zipper broke off and all of the teeth had given way. I was wearing my new black lace open crotch panties. I was going to surprise my man with that night. I was so embarrassed. Now I know why I was feeling chills all night.  It was time to cash out.  I started to get up but started feeling all of the drink I was comped. I made my way to the lady’s room and tried to fix my skirt.

I had a bobby-pin so I pinned the sides together in the middle.  It didn’t do much so I twisted the waistline until the slit was on my side. It seems that all of the men thought this was the way I was supposed to wear it cause they kept coming up to me asking why I was leaving. It could be my lucky day.

I walked about three or four blocks to where I parked my car. I kept thinking that some of those dudes were really cute. If I hadn’t had my malfunction, I would have had a little fun with one of them.

I was feeling no pain now. The moon was covered up by clouds and the breeze was light and warm.  I had a pair of jeans in the trunk.

Thinking the coast was clear, I dropped my skirt to the concrete. I could feel the breeze on my inner-thigh and a little wetness dripping down.  (I’m getting wet just remembering this). I reached into the trunk feeling around for my jeans. I found my travel bag and opened it. I forgot I had my vibrator in the bag. I couldn’t resist. I had it on high and was rubbing it around my wet pussy lips before I even knew it.  I was so jacked knowing that I was doing something so intimate right in the open. It felt so good, I was speaking Spanish, “dios mio, dios mio”! My head was spinning and light-headed too.  I slumped over in my own trunk, with vibrator in hand.

Suddenly I felt a heavy body press heavily against my whole backside.  I was trying to form words but was really just trying to get my breath back.  Just as I was coming to my senses, I feel his cock slide into my soggy pussy.  With his hands exploring every part of me, he said, “We Texans love our Mexican ladies”.  He wanted to show me by pounding the shit out of my ass. I wanted him to stop, the first few seconds. Shit it was raw and really fucking good. I don’t know why but I said, “no, engles”.  That was when he shifted into high gear, no holds barred.  He grabbed me by my hair and shifted his weight a little, enough to get a good angle on my asshole. He didn’t even slip it in slow, he spit on his cock and rammed. My legs went limp and only the car bumper was holding me up, now.  This redneck was acting like he was a rodeo star.  I was trying to tell him to pull out, but he wasn’t listening.  I could feel his hot spunk filling up my insides and foaming and oozing out while his pumped as much as he could in there. He spun me around and shoved his slimy cock down my throat.  I guess he still had some left, I felt his dick spasm and another wave of salty warmth fill my belly. After a “muchas gracias”, he walked away.

I grabbed my clothes and sat in my car thinking, did that shit just happen?

I wish I could tell you that he left me a wad of money or a stack of chips, but no. He just left a warm sticky mess all over my ass and tits. I still masturbate to this.