An Hour In Las Vegas. Part 3.
I took a good wiff of her pussy and pulled it apart with my hands. There was no doubt she had a beautiful pussy and asshole. Both were now just a mere two inches from my face.
She said “You like that don’t you? … keep playing with it.”
I didn’t answer, but I moaned, so I am sure it was obvious I did. She started pushing in on my asshole with her finger. I moaned some more.
She laughed and said, “It is always the quiet ones that surprise you.”
About 45 minutes into this hand job, I finally felt about ready to blow. She was covered in sweat as she had been working hard to get me off. She said “Oh cum, cum for me…. cum on my tits,” as she quickly rotated around and furiously jacked my cock with one hand finishing me off.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt when I came. It was the best and longest lasting orgasm of my life and still is ten years later. She smeared my cum onto her breasts and shook them in front of me. Eventually, she went into the bathroom to clean up, came back out and got dressed. She collected her money, gave me her card and told me to call if I wanted to see her again.
As she was ready to walk out of the door, she turned to me and said, “You lasted longer than most of the guys I have been with. What is your secret?”
I knew it was a sincere compliment. She already had her money and didn’t need to bother with flattering me any longer. I also knew in her business time is money. When she made the $200 offer, she was thinking an easy ten-minute rub and tug. I knew with her skill set she probably finished most of her customers off quickly. I smiled and said, “A mixture of blood pressure medication and alcohol that made me numb.”
After she left, I couldn’t get over how an average looking girl at best had given me the best orgasm of my life with just a hand job. That was a real life lesson for me as I realized the old saying is true you can’t judge a book by its cover. I have thought a lot about Mercedes over the years, and every time I do, I smile.