CD Rebeca Vegas Play Pt 1

CD Rebeca Vegas Play Pt 1

Note to readers and fans. These stories are about my time in Las Vegas between age about 19 1/2 to 25. I frequently discuss these times with people, and they turn me on so much, I am long overdue sharing these stories with you. These were almost as formative for me as my first experiences and still define me in many ways. Plus, they are fucking hot! Enjoy and comment. Also note that there may be a few disparities with a few other stories, and some names, locations and other details are omitted. If there is a conflict, please forgive me. If you obsess over those issues, accept this more updated, honest and complete version over past works. Thanks!!

My first real-live Las Vegas Sugar Daddy moaned in orgasm. His cock was rigid and punching into my throat and I felt him in that familiar rigid pause before he spurted into my wanton mouth. I tasted the lube and either pre-cum or the remnants of some other guy's anonymous deposit into my hot tight ass as I sucked him to orgasm. I also relished the fact that his cock had only moments before pumped me to an ass-gasm dribble-cum of my own. Now, in full Ass-To-Mouth, or ATM, as I had begun referring to this part of sex, I looked up at him. He looked down at me in my most submissive and feminine surrender. My blue eyes were highlighted and "captivating," according to him and others, and I knew he always wanted to see my face and my eyes in this most submissive of acts.
He was amazing also, a sexual being like myself that fit no labels or molds. A mirror-like kindred spirit, who was more dominant to my more submissive nature. I batted my eyelashes, fighting back the tear duct-reflex, as his cock once again punched past my mouth and into my throat. Partly from my cocksucking, partly from his fuck-thrust my eyes were about to cry without an emotional cause, other than an extreme sexual joy, I suppose.
He moaned again as I resumed my gaze up into my master's handsome face. My eyes accented like always with cobalt blue shadow with silver highlights and dark eyeliner were the focus of his attention. He could see my total ecstasy. In turn, I felt his total lust in the form of his now-throbbing cock. I knew what was happening- I had been familiar with that feeling for just under eight years of my life, and loved it- there is NOTHING like having a guy cum in your mouth. I felt him quickly and frantically brush a curl of my wavy burnt-orange and red wavy wig hair away from my cheek. I snuck a quick peek at myself in one of the many mirrors in the sex room he'd built for me. Or, or perhaps someone like me, who knew? Who cared? His cum was in me now.
I loved the view of me, on my knees after fucking him in a twerking lap-dance with my high-heels and stockings against his inner thighs and his thick eight-inch German and Mexican cock as deep as possible inside me. I had slow-fucked myself on him, facing a mirror, watching myself, seeing him peek over my shoulders at the show occasionally, and edging myself with his big cock until I came. When I told him I was cumming he held my hands on the arm rests of the chair and thrust up deep into me to intensify the orgasm. He'd forced me into a hands-free, no-touching-the-cock orgasm, and now I was sucking him off in appreciation, and total mindless sex-crazed lust.
As he throbbed he squinted his eyes, never fully closing them, and I knew, from so many other times with him, what he was about to say. I stroked myself for my second cock-orgasm, my third overall orgasm of the day, as he gazed at me below him in my all-black slut-wear - shiny black vinyl bustier fetish wear, a similar garter belt, black sheer stockings, strapped-on patent leather five inch heels and a shiny glow of lube and cumstains on my well-used ass. He moaned and on the end of the moan he said, "I am cumming, ohh, yess, you are sooo good." Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep in his room and I was in mine fucking myself one last time for the day on a 9-inch midnight-black dildo fixed to a weight bench and using a magic wand on my shaft. I desperately wanted to cum once more before I changed, showered and rested my over-sexed body and started my four-day weekend. It was about four in the morning when I dropped off to sleep, my crotch muscles sore and cramping, but satiated for the time being...

The next morning began my fifth week of me "living" in my sugar-daddy's very nice western Las Vegas five-bedroom, four bathroom house near a golf course. He had good privacy, with a walled long front drive and and nicely groomed front area. He also had a three-car garage, a pool, and a bungalow, as well as a basement bonus room, a rarity in the Vegas I was told. My sugar daddy was a divorced family-law lawyer who was very discreet about his flexible sexually, as was I. In reality I was far more like a concubine. I earned my room and the amenities of the household through a very willing exchange of sexual perversions. I loved it, and he loved that I loved it. At times I was a secret gurlfriend, other times like a versatile twink-boy, but most often I was exactly like a slutty sex-addicted whore. In return, he was landlord, head chef, head of household affairs, event planner, vacation provider, masseur, occasionally my butler, sometimes my bottom, often my cuckold, but always my Master. When he invited me to share his place, he'd asked me to appear to his neighbors as a room renter to any who saw me. Then he'd surprised me by saying that since my car was well-tinted, I could come and go, discreetly, as a gurl at night, when it was dark. So far, the situation was amazing.

I looked over at my clock and saw it was already 11:45am and began to doze in my appropriately queen-sized bed. I rolled to one side, my soreness dulled over rest time, and I felt a semen-fart and the familiar wetness on my inner ass-cheek. I smiled a wicked smile to myself and began replay how I had gotten here. How the hell was I so lucky?

I arrived in Las Vegas early January. I was still 19 and had been in the Air Force just over a year. I completed my entry training and then went on to complete my job or technical training at a post in North Carolina. When I joined the Air Force I had been trying to "straighten" myself out and halt my crossdressing and bisexual urges. It hadn't worked. There was far too much hot fun in that region. You only had to look blow the surface or drive to Raleigh or head south to Atlanta. My true sexual nature surged out after I was "taken" by a hot TS prostitute that had befriended me in order to "fuck that cute young ass." That opened the floodgates of lust and desire. I quickly went further than I'd ever been able to take things as an adolescent or a teen in So Cal. I frequently drove an hour to have a hot weekend in Raleigh, or, I took vacation time and long weekends in Atlanta. There was far more hetero-flexible black and white cock in the great southeast than there was in L.A. so, I was fucking as a dirty white slut every chance I got.
By chance, I got transferred to the Air Force base in Las Vegas, where I promptly went crazy. I lost my fucking mind and quickly began a no-holds-barred sex quest.
I also did my job. As it happened, I had the most perfect situation possible for me. Ten to fifteen days of intense, actually really cool Air force stuff, then about the same kind of time in between rotations when I was essentially off and with no significant responsibilities. I was even just "released" for several days after being on duty for several days with no break. It was sweet. Near the end of the first rotation of that duty schedule I hooked up with a young female officer who I was cooped up with for hours on end. We talked and found that we both needed an "anonymous sex friend" in her words. I was totally into it for about four weeks. She was 26 and looked like a petite Beyonce and Rhianna mix with a little extra white-gurl added and then wore a tight Air Force flight/jumpsuit with kinky lingerie underneath. We broke all the rules. Ironically, she really got off on being submissive to me. She was orally and anally inclined and I found that her life's sex evolution was somewhat similar to my own, but in an i****tuous way. I found it somewhat off putting, but not really tragic. Like me she'd had no choice at first but grew to enjoy the sexual taboos and forbidden fun. I loved fucking her and listening to her moan her own sex history and confessions. It made her cum as she confessed her degradation, and that made me cum too. It was very hot to have her tell me as I was deep in her ass or about to cum on her face what she'd done with her father, her younger brother and her uncles, along with various forbidden friends.
Then, as we were getting particularly nasty, she was caught with someone's spouse, a fucking wife I think, and piss was involved I guess. Anyway, she was summarily and immediately transferred. To her credit, she never "outted" our thing, in fact, I doubt it has ever been in writing till now. I know she landed on her feet, well knees at least and I saw her on a senior staff traveling to bases from DC. She didn't see me in the crowd, but I could see her beaming at a senior officer and knew she'd found her way. Good for her!
After that short hot affair, I resumed my gurly sex quest. I'd never stopped being a gurl while i was with her, but now my whorish inclinations gained a momentum of their own. "Rebeca" soon became integral to me. Priorities expanded like never before. An immature opportune lusty approach developed a thoughtful orderly set of rules and deeper focus. i wasn't realizing I had a few hours to play, I organized myself around work to enable Rebeca to play the hardest and best "she" could. My life shifted.
Almost every bit of time off I was doing something sex-focused, either at a bathhouse, or buying gurly things, or actually out playing around. At the bathhouse I learned about the adult theaters and the swing clubs. At swing clubs I learned about the gay clubs and hook-up sites on-line. At the arcades and theaters I learned about the tranny bar called "The Lounge." On line I made friends with guys in Vegas or about to come to Vegas. It was INSANE.
The Lounge was (until fucking 2020 killed it) in a giant square-shaped shopping area called "Commercial Center." The first time I went to The Lounge I went as a guy and, after a single drink, found myself having a wildly enthusiastic sample blow-job outside The Lounge in a nearby office doorway. The black hair of incredibly gorgeous Filippino-American TS whore - who I saw later online in some porn - worked me up as she discussed our business arrangement. She was like me- enthusiastic and very talented and seemed to dig me. All she wanted was $80 and for me to pay for a cheap motel room for the rest of the night. A few minutes later we'd agreed on a "long-time" experience and I was paying for a cheap room near the old strip and the rest of the night with her. We flip-fucked and did a lot of everything. Each of us came, we took a nap, then fucked some more and came three times. I know cause we both loved feeling the other cum in our mouth. We had a great time and as we got ready to part, she told me she was heading to Miami for a convention maybe for some port-side opportunities, but that she wanted to see me and would be around in a few months. I was all but smitten and was terribly disappointed. Later the next night I got over it with a few big black cocks at the bathhouse.
The next day I was at work for another ten or twelve days straight. Had a lot to do, but also had a lot of time to think...and dream. I was missing my Officer-girlfriend-fuckbuddy and let my mind imagine the possibilities. I often got so worked up I found myself sneaking in some quality jack-time in restrooms, and occasionally having some short BJ and fuck flings with foreign military participant members- a very risky thing.
But I constantly dreamed about the possibilities of my new home- Las Fucking Vegas. I was happily losing my mind in Sin City. I still liked my job, but anytime not focused on work I was totally focused on sex.
I went back to being Rebeca for extended time periods the first Saturday after my duty pause began. The first night I knew I was going to return to The Lounge. I dressed parked in my new car after leaving my dorm at 7pm. By about 8pm I was bent forward in an arcade video booth getting fucked by some married conventioneer. Later I was sucking cocks in a theater. Around 11pm things slowed and I took a break and departed the theater. I'd been edging and had not properly cum. I was hotter than hot at that point. I considered cleaning up a bit going to the bathhouse as a twink-guy for the night, but decided to follow through on my plans to see The Lounge as a gurl. Besides, if The Lounge was dead I could always clean up and be at the bathhouse later and have some hot sex. I also knew from more than a few past experiences in Hollywood, Long Beach, Seattle, Portland, Raleigh, and Atlanta that going to a tranny bar as CD was frequently a far different experience than as a guy - it was really hot to get "picked up." It is really hot if the guy comes onto you knowing you are a special gurl. Twice before in Long Beach I had been u******e and sneaked into a tranny night club (yes that one). I'd been picked up on by guys who had thought I was a real, or "gen-girl," and were shocked when they found my "something extra." (Yeah, those experiences need to be a story too.)
I was greeted warmly as I entered The Lounge by the doorman. He was supposed ot check my ID, but waved the cover charge and checked me out instead and exclaimed that he approved with a slutty smile. There were about eight or nine gurls with a wonderful mix of ethnicity to please anyone. The bartender was an older, still hot, TS and she asked me without asking my age, what I was having and soon brought me my "Jack 'n Coke." It was really strong and I knew I was a lightweight so I nursed it. A tranny show was going on and the place was fairly full. I noticed a few guys on their own. Several were checking me out. So were the other gurls. From several, I got the, "Fuck, its another stupid boy in a dress" looks, while a few others smiled and winked at me. I looked over the other gurls too - you never know what they might be into. I enjoyed myself and got tipsy.
As I nursed my drink I recalled several really hot experiences with other CDs and TSs both on the west coast and in the deep southeast. The Vegas gurls all seemed to be TS's making a life-choice and probably a very decent living as T-gurls. I knew that was not my personal desire. As a teen I'd made a surprising amount of money as a gurl-whore, but knew it wasn't a good life or goal. Actual whoring took the fun out of play-whoring sometimes. Plus, I'd spent about 6 hours in a LAPD holding pen for pros (prostitutes) and crazy people and knew I wasn't like them. I was been arrested for solicitation, but the cop who did it left me just long enough to scare me out of being a hooker and never filed charges, actually helping me in many ways later on. (Another story I need to write I guess.)
On the same note, I loved to play as a gurl, but I had, and still have, no desires to be transitioned or be someone's loving wife. Most of these gurls did have those desires, but enjoyed or needed to be "working" there also, possibly hoping to meet Mr. Right, or at least Mr. Longdick Moneybags.
Though prostitution is not really legal in Sin City no one really cares or enforces those laws, so these gurls could do pretty much as they pleased as long as the clients didn't flip out and bring police into a situation. So, The Lounge was the best known place to cruise for tranny whores.
During my first visit I had an amazing experience at The Lounge as a guy. I loved the process of watching a hot TS performer, meeting her, turning each other on, getting a sample BJ, negotiating and then paying for intense sex, and having it turn into unlimited sex for about seven intense hours.
My expectations were low on this visit though. I had no idea what to expect as a CD. Moreover, it hadn't completely dawned on me that whoring for money was, for most patrons, the actual focus of The Lounge. The same things I had done a couple of years before for a thrill, specifically street-whoring on Santa Monica Boulevard in L.A., were happening here, albeit a bit differently, and I was clueless. Later I learned that "business" was agreed to in-bar and then taken somewhere else like a car or around the corner in the nooks and crannies of the office building, or perhaps, like I had done, to a nearby motel.
So, there I was, wearing the look of a whore- a tight black miniskirt, sleeveless sequined cream-colored blouse, red hair, sheer black stockings and high-heeled akle boots, and my first really expensive red wig, ample makeup with glassy dark lips, and looking like a gurl for sale. I'd day-dreamed over the last almost half a month about getting picked up on by a guy and maybe doing as a gurl exactly what I had done with the Filippino TS.
After about an hour the Tranny show was over and a few people left, including a couple of the whores, and the performer, also with what seemed to be a Gurl-Friend-Experience, or GFE, client - an exciting new term I'd heard from my Filippino "gurlfriend." I went to the "Gurls" restroom to drain some used Jack and Coke. The sign on the restroom door said, "Gurls and Women only! No visitors or sex in the women's room!" I looked over at the men's room door and it had a sign that read, "No Sex of any kind in the restroom- you will be kicked out!" I chuckled and mused about how many times I'd had serious sex in bathrooms like these.
I pissed, probed my asshole to make sure I was still clean and ready for more cock, washed up, touched up my dark mascara and looked great. No, not great. Totally fuckable. Passable and fucking hot. Ready and wanton for cock. I stroked my semi-hard cock through my skirt imagining a fantasy after-hours party in The Lounge and me straddling the door man and bouncing on him reverse cowgurl as I got face fucked by others in the club. I briefly rubbed myself through the thin stretch fabric of my panties and then stopped, thinking, "I need to go back to the theater and get some more cock." I smiled at myself, clutched my purse over my hard non-tucked cock as I headed for the door.
I stepped out to see one of the guys who'd been looking me over. He was white, reasonably fit, unremarkable, but decently clean. He was married as noted by his ring-tan on the hand he was using to grope himself as he engaged me.
"Hi, I'm John, what's your name?" he asked, his fingers sliding across his nicely-sized hard shaft facing left in his snug jeans.
"Hi, I am Rebeca, whatcha got going on there?" I said moving my purse to the right a bit to let him see my likewise decent-sized bulge supported by my t-bar panties under my skirt.
"I was watching you in the bar and I wanna get with you. How about we go in the men's room and I will show what I am working with up close?"
I smiled and said, "The sign says we shouldn't-"
He cut me off, opening his pants and showing a shiny thick seven and a half inch cock and said, "Come on honey, I just got out and need to get off, I know you can make me cum in a minute or two 'cause I am so fucking horny for you...let's go, they won't even notice...I have done this before here...the sign's just for the rules, nobody cares, it's cool." Then he nodded, and stepped back and into the men's room, beckoning me in with him. I was so fucking horny and smiled as I went in. He went to the far wall and the rear of two stalls and urged me in ahead of him to the "giver's" position. I went in pulled my cock out of my panties and sat on the toilet seat and sucked him deep. He was slimy with pre-cum and tasted like sweat and sex. His cock was very meaty and got bigger and harder after only ten head-bobs.
He stepped back and leaned on the stall door. Instead of stretching so far away, I slid forward and off the toilet to my knees and pulled up my miniskirt as I sucked him deep. His cock popped into my throat as my nose hit his pubes. After about two minutes of intense cocksucking I was on-edge and about to let myself cum with his meaty cock in my mouth. Then he looked down at me, then up, breathing deep in ecstasy, and then back down at me on my knees about to shoot and firmly said, "Stand up and let me fuck you, I got a condom!"
I stroked myself a few more times as I sucked him in synch with my strokes and decided to get this hot big cock up inside me- I really needed a good hard fuck in my ass. I stood, lubed my hand and then my fuck-hole and turned to face the rear of the stall, spreading my legs over the toilet and placing my hands on both sides of an add for the TS shows.
In no time he had the condom on and was pressing into me. I briefly checked for the condom as I lubed his hot cock, and he pushed into me just as I got my hand back up against the wall in the frisk-me-fuck-me position. I arched my lower back and pushed back into him and he hit my spot, pushed over it, and went deeper, then he pulled out a second, repositioned himself, and then went deep again and again... Over and over he went, driving into me hard enough to bounce my hard seven inch cock up into my pulled-up miniskirt and then back down against my garter clips. It was magical, like most serendipitous restroom fucks. "OOOOhhh!!" I moaned a bit- he was hitting my whore-spot perfectly. I was on the way to cumming, as long as he didn't cum first and pull out.
Then, footsteps came into the restroom. We stopped, his cock full-shaft into my ass.
The guy came in and pissed, zipped, and started to leave. On the way out fucking asshole said, "You can't be doin' that in here."
The guy behind me hurry-fucked me hard and came in only four more pumps. He pulled out, tossed the noticeably empty rubber through my still-open legs into the toilet and zipped as he started away. "Thanks!" was all he said as he left. My cock was going down yet still orgasmic as I likewise adjusted myself to leave quickly and flushed most of the the evidence of our transgression. As I stepped from the restroom the cover-charge door guy, now bouncer I guessed, and the bar-maid TS both looked pissed.
The TS, I later learned, owned the place and her name was "Mary." We weren't friends at that point though. She sternly said, "You fucking can't read? You try'n to get me shut down?"
A small cum-fart popped and I knew why the condom looked empty. The asshole had pulled it off when he repositioned to fuck me. Now he was leaking out of my boicunt.
The bouncer and Mary both heard the fart and looked at my black stockings. The bouncer said, "Look at ther leg, she's gonna deny it, but she can't hahaha..."
Mary looked down at my right inner thigh, just below the skirt line. She smiled and then laughed out loud. "Hahaha, you fucking dumb bitch, he came on you, get the fuck out! You are 86'd for one week and if you pull that shit again while gurls are working here I kick you out permanently...you do that shit outside or come see me before you start here."
Clearly she thought I'd been hooking. I was about to open my mouth and do what would have been damage, when I paused and looked down at what they were talking about. I saw the cum droplets on my leg from the rushed de-sheathing my fuck-friend had done. There were eight or nine large cumglobs in addition to the cum-fart globs now sliding down my black stockings. They glowed a hot purple in the blacklight of the club.
As I computed what Mary said about kicking me out- temporarily- I also noticed a BUNCH of other stains glowing in the black light and despite being threatened, I got a thrill from all the cum on me.
I simply composed myself and said, "I am sorry, I won't break your rules again, I love this place, and I will see you again at some point."
With that, degraded and shamefully, I walked out into the cool January night with no dignity at all. Fucking hot!...on one level, and truly humiliating on another. I headed around the corner to go out back and into the giant square-shaped Commercial Center parking lot and to my car. As I walked through the corridor near where the Fillippino Whore had sampled my cock and teased me with her BJ skill I saw the gurl form the tranny show who'd left earlier. She was a passable bleach-blonde-latina with the look of a freshly face-fucked whore. I saw a guy who'd been watching the show smile at me as he stepped into the walkway and headed toward the parking lot. I now fully realized she was a "working gurl" and they'd just completed business a mere seconds before I was headed through the corridor. She strutted past me, avoiding eye contact and rounded the corner to go back into The Lounge. She was hot and was obviously stuffing hard-earned money into her purse. Then, in similar demeanor, he was walking away as if there was nothing to see. I smiled to myself thinking, oh fuck yes, I will be back.