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----- Kaylee Part 1 & 2.

   MF, cons, anal, oral,

  
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   PART 1 - RA, THE NIGHT CLUB.

   I just finished drinking two large glasses of rum and coke.  Cheap rum
-- the six-dollar per bottle generic brand.  I make good money, a little
over thirty dollars per hour to be exact, but I never was picky about my
poison so I could never see a reason to spend fifteen dollars on a bottle
of rum that would deliver the same result as it's cheap counterpart. 
Anyhow, it had been a month since the last time I had a woman in my bed.  I
was going crazy.  I dreamt about eating pussy for the last week.  Dreams so
vivid, I could taste the sweet juices as if it were really happening.  That
has always been my favorite - going down on a woman.  Nothing pleased me
more than the taste of a well-kept girl; preferably shaved bald or just a
little strip of pubic hair.  Tonight I was going to find just that.

   After I finished my drinks, which I put down fairly fast trying to catch
a little bit of a buzz before leaving my house.  I took my shirt out of the
dryer and put it on the couch.  I turned the music up loud and headed to my
weight bench.  I put 85 lbs on the weight bar and did three sets of
standing curls then two sets of skull crushers so that my biceps and
triceps were pumped.  I looked down at the veins that coursed through my
biceps down to my forearms.  I loved this vascular look.  I put my shirt
on. It was a button up Club Havana shirt.  My ex bought it for me a year
ago and I know it was somewhat expensive.  Expensive for me meant more than
fifty dollars.  It was pretty stylish, but that wasn't really my gig. 
Girls at work and at the club had always complimented the shirt, so I kept
it around.  I was always more of a t-shirt & blue jeans kind of guy but
unfortunately, that wasn't going to get me into the clubs on the strip. 
The damned dress codes for the nice joints on the strip had always been an
annoyance to me but there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

   I pulled out of my garage and took Green Valley road to the 215-West..
After a few minutes on the 215, I was already coming up on the exit to
15-North.  As I merged onto the 15, I reached over to the passenger seat
and picked up my plastic 1-liter 7-UP bottle.  Before I left home, I had
emptied out half of its contents and filled that half back up with my cheap
rum.  I put the bottle to my mouth and started taking large gulps.  I
cringed just a bit, but I already had a slight buzz so it wasn't all that
bad tasting.  The drink was still cold but nonetheless very strong.  I had
this routine down to a science.  Just about the time I make it to the club,
my buzz would be kicking in strong and I would be prime.  Just to clarify,
I wasn't doing this because I was a drunk by any means.  Anyone who has
been to the Vegas clubs on the strip knows just how expensive the drinks
are.  We are talking about five-dollars per beer and ten-dollars for most
mixed drinks.  At this rate, it would take me almost a hundred dollars to
cop a good buzz going.  Do this a few times a week and I would be in the
poor house in no time.  The traffic was nice tonight.  Almost 1 a.m.  and
there were no accidents or slow downs at all.  I got off on the Russell
exit and turned north onto Las Vegas Boulevard.

   I could see the huge golden casino just a block away.  Mandalay Bay was
the first casino on the south end of the strip almost seven years ago.  I
remember when it was built.  They built and opened it the first year I had
lived in Las Vegas.  Just beyond Mandalay Bay I could see the spotlight
circling in the sky emitting from the top of the shiny black pyramid of a
casino - the Luxor.  This is where I was headed.  I pulled into the parking
garage and drove up to level 3.  I always parked on level 3.  There was
always parking available on the third level and if I always parked on the
same level every time, I knew I would never have a problem finding my way
back to my car if I got too drunk or happened across some ecstasy.  I made
my way through the casino finally coming to the Luxor's miniature rendition
of the Nile River.  Just around the corner I came to the end of the line to
the nightclub entrance.  Ra was a great club even though it was on the
strip.  I say that because most Vegas locals despise the strip and try to
avoid it.

   I waited in line for ten minutes before asking the girl behind me to
hold my place so I could walk over to the bar just twenty feet away and
grab a quick drink.  She appeared to be by herself.  She cracked a timid
smile and nodded her head.  I took two steps and realized how rude it was
not to offer this beautiful woman a drink.  I stopped and swung around and
somewhat startled her.  She giggled and shyly looked away.  I knew she was
a little embarrassed that I scared her and made her jump a little bit. 
"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to startle you.  I just wanted to know what you
drink.  I figured since you were kind enough to hold my place, the least I
could do is buy you a drink." Despite her bashfulness up to now, she
shouted out with "Cranberry and Belvedere!" "Nice choice." I had already
figured she was a fruity-mixed-drink type of girl.  I scooted off to the
bar and waved the bartender over.  I looked over my right shoulder and
caught her looking at me.  She was close enough to see me exchange money
with the barmaid.  I didn't want her to think I was cheap so I pulled a
twenty-dollar bill from my wallet and dropped it in front of the drinks. 
Before the bartender could turn around to break change for the twenty, I
waved my hand to let her know it wasn't necessary and that the rest of the
change was tip.  Since the bar wasn't inside the club, the drinks were less
than ten dollars for my gin and tonic and her cranberry and vodka.  My
ten-dollar tip earned me the bartender's "double-knock on wood and a wink"
seal of approval.  I don't really like mixed drinks.  But when a woman
orders a mixed drink and it is the first drink you share, it would not be
proper to come back with a bottle of beer.  So I settled for the only
cocktail I could really stomach - Tom Collins Gin and Tonic.  I handed her
the drink and she half-smiled and said thank you.  It was then that I
really noticed her strong Asian accent for the first time.  "Thanks again
for holding my spot." Peering over her shoulder at how long the line had
grown behind us, I continued "The last thing I wanted to do was get stuck
in the back of the line just for being a little thirsty." She didn't reply.
She was being shy again.  "So do you have a name?" "Kaylee." "That's a
pretty name.  Where are you from, Kaylee?" It was fairly obvious she wasn't
a local.  "Singapore.  I'm visiting for two weeks." Although fairly clear,
I could sense she was not confident in her English and this embarrassed her
as she quickly looked away from me and into her drink after she finished
her sentence.  "Well Kaylee, how do you like Vegas so far?" trying to get
her to loosen up a little.  "It is fun." She was going to say more but she
stopped, again bashfully looking away.  Being straightforward, I reassured
her "Kaylee, your English is fine and I understand everything you are
saying.  No need to be embarrassed." She nodded and let out a sigh of
relief combined with a soft giggle.  "Thank you.  I haven't talked to many
people since I've been here." "What is your name?" Now with more confidence
and looking into my eyes this time.  "I'm sorry.  My name is Roman." "You
live here?" "Yes.  I've been here for almost seven years." "Oh how lucky. I
wish I could live in Las Vegas." "Yes it has its benefits but the traffic
really sucks." Trying to change the subject to something not so boring I
made things a little more personal.  "Kaylee, are you here alone?" "Yes.  I
am staying in the same room with my parents but they are already asleep so
I came down here." "Oh so your parents are staying in this casino?" "No we
are at the Four Seasons in Mandalay.  I saw the sign for this dance club
earlier so here I am." The thought crossed my mind to ask her age.  Her
reference to her parents made me doubt she might be of age.  She looked
young and I knew the doorman would ask her for ID so I let it go.  Then I
thought: "What do I care.  I'm going to fuck this girl regardless of her
age." The line was moving fast now.  We made our way to the doorman and
showed our Ids.  They let her in with no problems.  When we made it to the
entrance of the dance area, I turned to her and told her I was going to the
restroom and I enjoyed her company in line and waved her off.  I would be
coming back to tonight but I thought I'd let her on her own a little.

   Now might be a good time to give a brief description of myself.  I had
just turned twenty-seven a few weeks ago.  I stand 5'7" and weigh about 190
lbs.  Most of my mass is muscle.  I am not cut like a bodybuilder, but my
arms, pecs and especially my legs were very solid and strong.  My hair was
light brown and my eyes were usually blue or gray.  I have two tattoos. 
One large tribal armband across my left bicep and another small set of
initials across my left pec that I got back in the army after boot camp I
am a mix of German and a large influence of Cherokee Indian.  Strange mix,
yes.  The Indian heritage gives me my permanent dark olive complexion.  My
teeth are less than perfect.  I have a slightly chipped front top tooth
from a fistfight back in high school that I never bothered to get fixed. 
That's enough of me, back to the girl.

   An hour had gone by.  I had spent most of that time on the dance floor
dancing with other girls and a little bit of flirting.  Kaylee hadn't moved
from the entrance of the dance floor.  She continued to milk the drink I
bought her in line while sporting a bored and somewhat disappointed look. I
sensed she was minutes from leaving the club.  This couldn't happen.  I
went to the bar and bought another cranberry and vodka then snuck up on her
and smoothly exchanged her near-empty drink with the fresh one.  She
giggled and said something but I couldn't hear through the loud music.  So,
I just laughed and beamed a smile at her as if I understood her.  This girl
wanted to party but needed a reason to.  She just didn't want to bring it
on herself.  She needed a little help exposing it.  I had that covered
already.

   With me standing company, she made quick work of the drink I had just
brought her.  I guided her hand holding the drink to the ledge to put the
empty glass down then lured her onto the dance floor.  The music was
techno. It sounded like Eden Transmission.  She was loosened up quite a
bit, but not where I wanted her to be.  Yet.  I reached into my left pant
pocket and removed two small tablets and put both into my mouth.  I slid
one to the side of my cheek and with my tongue, I placed the other on the
tip of my tongue.  I leaned in to Kaylee and nibbled on her bottom lip. 
She had her arms around my neck and looked up at me with those beautiful
inviting eyes.  With both hands, I cupped her face.  Softly, my hands
placed on each cheek.  She had very distinctive cheekbones that
complimented her face well.  I slipped the tip of my tongue out, with the
tablet still intact, and met her tongue where she took it in and pulled
away for a moment to gather some concentration to maneuver the pill to the
side of her cheek.  When she was done, she released me and stepped back to
do a little dance of her own.  She placed both arms on top of her head and
turned around.  After she teased me with her tight little ass for a minute,
she turned back to me and put her arms back around my neck.  I leaned in
and gently pushed her head to the side while placing my lips between her
ear and her cheek.  I scrapped my upper lip across her face in the
direction of hear ear where I met her earlobe with my bottom lip.  I
slipped the tip of my tongue out slightly caress the backside of her
earlobe then slowly moved to the inside of her ear.  I rubbed my tongue
softly while releasing a slow and warm breath into the middle of her ear.
She melted in my arms.  We continued this public display of foreplay for
over an hour.  Or maybe it just seemed that long.  I wasn't really paying
attention to time.  However, the ecstacy was kicking in for both of us, so
my guess was that an hour had passed.

   I guided her off of the dance floor and motioned her to follow me out of
the exit.  She followed me to the Nile River display and sat down in front
of me on the bank.  Standing above her, I looked down.  She was beautiful.
I reached out and curled my left hand around the back of her head.  She
looked up at me and closed her eyes.  I leaned down and met her lips with
mine.  My eyes were wide open.  I couldn't stop staring at her.  I couldn't
take much more of this.  I stopped kissing her and stepped back.  She
folded her hands in her lap in continued to look up at me while batting her
eyelashes.  I took a minute to examine her in depth.  She was a few inches
shorter than me -- Maybe 5'5".  Her hair was dark brown with a few blonde
highlights.  Her skin was soft and silky in appearance.  Despite her slim
figure, her face had a great full shape.  Her breasts were a little smaller
than average, but still perky.  I could almost see her nipples trying to
escape the top of the colorful sundress she wore.  While I normally was not
attracted to Asian women, she was most definitely an exception.  She was
absolutely stunning.  I couldn't wait much longer.  I wanted Kaylee this
minute.

   I hunched over and whispered in her ear "Kaylee, I would love for you to
stay the night with me.  My house is about ten minutes away in a nice quiet
neighborhood.  What do you say we take a little break from all this noise
on the strip and go back to my house?" She didn't say a word.  She did,
however, nod her head in acceptance of the proposition.  I grasped both of
her hands and gave her a little tug.  She stood up and took my right side.
I looped my arm around her shoulders and we walked to my car.









   PART 2 - THE DRIVE HOME

   The wind caught both of by surprise.  When I pushed the double doors
open a small gust blasted Kaylee and I.  It was that time of year already
where the days were not so hot and the nighttime promised a chilling
breeze. Many tourists laughed at what we locals considered "cold" since
they lived in parts of the world that had real winters.  With snow and all.
Hell, the few times it did snow in Vegas since I moved here, it was all
over the 11 o'clock news.  So yes, 50 degrees with a 15-m.p.h.  wind was
freezing to us Vegas locals who were spoiled on near year-round 90+ degree
temperatures.  I pulled Kaylee snug against my body to share some of my
heat.  She had to be cold wearing just that dinky little sundress.  She
ducked her head into my chest accepting my warmth.  We upped our pace and
made quick work of the walkway to the parking garage.  I spotted my car
just ahead and gave my key chain remote a push to unlock the doors.  I
escorted her to the passenger side of my Mustang GT and opened the door for
her.  I lightly held her right hand as she sat down and made herself
comfortable.  I walked around the front of the car and jumped into the
driver's seat.  The CD I had put in just after I parked in the garage
tonight automatically played when I started the car.  It was a mix of some
of my favorite romantic music from the 80's.  The song that was playing now
was Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight." I had a soft spot for a good
romantic tune.  The heater kicked in and brought the inside of the car to
pleasant warmth.  As I pulled out of the casino parking and southbound on
the strip toward the freeway entrance, I glanced over at Kaylee.  She was
relaxed and slumped down a little bit with her eyes half-open looking
straight ahead.

   The mood was perfect and we hadn't even made it back to my house yet.  A
second glance, this time I focused on her body, I admired her pleasingly
effeminate features.  My eyes started at her petite shoulders where her
succulent neck bone caught my attention and then onto her breasts that
seemed to just stand out and boast her moderately hardened nipples.  I
glimpsed straight ahead to check the traffic ahead of me then quickly
returned my eyes back to Kaylee.  I enjoyed the sight of her breasts for a
good half-minute then eyes rolled down to the top of her legs where I
noticed her dress was raised almost to her buttock on the side nearest to
me.  As I approached the ramp to the freeway, I drove right past it and
continued south on the strip.  I had a slight change in plans.  I was not
in a rush to get home.  Not with her looking so peaceful and beautiful at
my side.

   This part of Las Vegas Boulevard was free of casinos and the hordes of
tourists that crammed the rest of the strip.  Just a few gas stations, the
end of the airport, and the rest was the open desert that lies ahead of us.
I was going to take the long way home on the surface streets.  I moved into
the slow lane on this three-lane road and set the cruise control to
forty-five.  I reached out with right hand and placed it between the back
of her neck and the headrest.  I curled my middle finger just enough softly
graze the peach fuzz where her neck met the top of her back.  She closed
her eyes and titled her.  I felt goose bumps form and the rest the tiny
hairs on the back of her neck raised to the attention of my touch as I
glided upwards where I stopped just at her hairline.  I turned my hand over
so that now the top of my fingers ran across her neck and over her jawbone.
I tucked all but my index and middle finger in and lightly caressed the
edge of her bottom lip for a second then down the front of her neck when
she let out a little sigh.  The noise briefly drew my attention back to her
lips where I saw her mouth was just barely opened.  I continued downwards
to her fully aroused nipples.  I slipped my hand under her light blue
flower covered sundress.  I teased her nipples by caressing around edges of
her areola.  I wasn't going to touch them just yet.  I wanted to save them
for later.  I pulled my hand out from her dress and placed it on her left
knee.  I started by rubbing in a circular motion on the inside of her leg
just above the knee.  The circular motions soon became a single finger
stroke up and down the length of her inner thigh.  She responded by moving
the leg I had been touching a few inches in my direction.  She was offering
herself to me and yearning for more.  The baby-soft feel of her inner thigh
was beginning to take its toll on me.  I took my left hand off the steering
wheel and reached down to adjust my cock as it grew increasingly harder.  I
advanced to where her thigh met her panties.  I stroked the skin just
around the edge of her panties, intermittently sneaking the very tip of my
middle finger under the elastic trim then back out again.

   I turned east onto Warm Springs and maneuvered to the middle lane to
allow myself a little swerving room just in case I got too caught up in
Kaylee and neglected the road.  Not that it mattered since the only other
car on the road was a few hundred feet in front of me.  Kaylee reached out
and rested her hand on my leg.  I could tell by the way she squirmed and
grasped me she didn't me not to stop.  I positioned the tips of my middle
and ring fingers almost to the top of her panty line where I slid both
fingers in, touching the very top of her sex.  I only barely made contact,
but it was enough to make her release small moan and turn her head toward
her window.  I hovered the tip of my middle finger alongside her labia. 
Her hand tensed slightly and gave my thigh a squeeze.  I made my way back
to the top and circled around her clit for a few seconds.  I could tell she
liked to be teased, but not for very long.  The meat of my fingertip
touched down on the small flap covering her clit.  I made light circular
movements across the tiny flap of skin then downward toward the bottom
where it was mildly wet.  I collected enough of her juices to move back to
the top where I pushed the skin covering her clit and applied a small
amount of pressure.  I massaged her clit with the softest of touch so that
I didn't tire her out before we got home.  As she became more aroused she
slid her hand closer to my cock.  She finally made contact.  No doubt she
could feel the raging hard-on I had.  I felt like my dick was going to rip
right through my pants.  She stroked the shaft of my cock through the
surface of my jeans.  I could feel myself becoming increasingly wetter with
pre-cum.  Kaylee had to be seconds away from cumming when we came to my
driveway.  I removed my hand from under her panties and reached up to click
my garage door opener resting on my visor.  She continued rubbing my cock.
I pulled into the garage and shut the car off.  We sat in the car for
another minute as she stared at me while incessantly teasing the head of my
cock, still through the surface of my pants.  Nonetheless, it felt amazing.
I kept my eyes closed and dropped my head back onto the headrest and
enjoyed her touch.  She stopped and tugged at my arm as if to wake me from
a nap.  "Lets go in." she said.  I got out of the car and she remained in
her seat reaching for her purse.  She knew I would be coming around to open
the door for her.  I let her out and we made way for the house.