Finding Me PT 11

A whole new world of adventures

(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier posts!)

So, my boss got a promotion and took us to Las Vegas with him. Later, he told me that I was part of the package. I came along, or he stayed in Phoenix.

Moving to Las Vegas felt like stepping into a different world. We were still in the desert, but it was just not the same.

Master was hired as a pool maintenance supervisor at another resort. At the same time, my role as a Personal Assistant was essentially a glorified pool of assistants to the men in the corporate suite.

My primary focus was on my Phoenix boss, but occasionally, I was asked to do assignments for a couple of the other big shots.

On one occasion, I answered phones and took notes for the department of VIP services. These are the people who kiss the asses of all the big shots/whales who came into the Resort. And they are really good at what they do!

It wasn't until I met the department manager that I realized why I was chosen to work part-time in that department. The manager was one of the men at the last retreat I was at. He was the best poker player of any of them, and he came with a nice big cock.

At the retreat, when we were in the suite, after a day of meetings and boring company stuff, He liked to sit in a chair while I sucked His cock. Talking to the other men in the room or at the table. He had me keep my hands behind my back as he would grab one of my boobs, play with them, and twist or pull on one of the nipples.

If I stayed with his cock in my throat, I was ok, but when I raised my head, he would pull the nipple lower. Making me moan in pain as well as pleasure.

Or he would tell me to finger myself, telling me that I was not allowed to cum until after he did. With a room filled with other horny old men, knowing their cocks were next to fuck my throat made it challenging to try not to cum.

Having other men watch as I fingered my pussy, moaning and choking on a cock, was humiliating as much as it was erotic. They were very vocal as they watched this fluffy slave sucking this big man’s cock, fingering an already wet pussy, while I moaned, wanting to cum.

He was also one of the people who approved the move from Phoenix. It makes sense now. So, for the first few months, I was being shared. A few days each week in the PA pool and a few days in the VIP area.

It didn't matter where i worked; both men got their morning coffee served with a wet blowjob when I was in their department.

House Hunting

I followed along with Master-Sir as we looked at houses, adding comments when Master asked me to, otherwise smiling and being obedient. At first, our realtor was having some issues with the house-hunting process. He kept asking me questions and seeking my feedback, but I would only smile at Him and give him generic answers if asked.

Master Sir wanted some particular features: a pool (easy to do in Las Vegas), four bedrooms (not as easy as we thought it would be), and a two-car garage—one for his car and one for Frank’s project car. A bathroom in the garage was also a priority.

When we finally found what he was looking for, the realtor went out to his car to get the paperwork; I was told to strip naked. Our realtor wasn’t sure what to do when he returned to find me kneeling naked next to my Master in the kitchen.

He stopped wondering once Master was reading over the agreements, while I was told to give him a blowjob. According to the realtor, “a blowjob that curled my toes."

When Master told me to suck His cock, he never once flinched or objected as I knelt in front of him and opened His zipper. It’s like this was not his first client blowjob. At that point, he realized that we were a little kinky. (small cock, quick shot)

As things ended, he asked why he had chosen this house. The upstairs was a large master bedroom with an ensuite for Master, and me when he allowed me to. A smaller bedroom next to that is ideal for me. Downstairs, one guest bedroom, then an office for him. The bathroom in the garage was for me to use.

Once we told him that, He smiled. “This house makes perfect sense for you.” Telling us that Vegas is a universe all its own. “It’s filled with kinky people. Nothing really shocks me anymore.” He added, “It’s sad but funny. This is a town that was built on and survives off sex and sin. Yet you need to hide it if you want to keep your resort jobs.” He was so right.

Adventures

After settling into my work, I started hearing about others being fired for "Indiscretions.” This was before OnlyFans, when the internet was wide open and wild. People would know but never say anything out loud about their extracurricular activities for fear of being fired.

Thus, No Photos.

Like in Phoenix, we would often play in the desert for a weekend. Around Vegas, there were extra adventures because of its old gold mining days. We found trails that led to old mining camps, railroad beds, and abandoned mills.

When we would be far enough out and relatively sure alone, Master would tell me to get naked except for my collar, leash, and boots. A side benefit I found to being nude on my leash is that Master-Sir can get very aggressive and very hard when he has his slave naked in nature <smiles>.

(I need to dig through some old files to see if I can find any old pictures of those adventures.) If I do, they will be low quality—back then, 5MP was a large file!

Then, the inevitable happened. We were at an abandoned cabin; I was tied with my hands over my head to the rafters, legs spread, wearing a ball gag. Master was deep into fucking my ass when we heard a noise outside.

Master quickly pulled out and grabbed his pants, leaving me hanging there, spread open. He grabbed a blanket to cover me, but it was too late when a head popped into one of the windows.

The stranger was smiling as he introduced himself as Charles. He was not surprised by what he saw. Telling us that his ex-wife was a “rope bunny.” She loved to be tied up and fucked “like that.”

Worse yet, he told us he heard my gagged moaning when he was hiking and came to investigate. He apologized but told us he loves it when he can find people out in the desert having sex—kind of a creepy kind of a voyeur.

After he introduced himself, Master stopped trying to cover me up. He just left me tied and spread open while they talked. We discovered he was a valet at the resort across the street from my workplace. He was, like, our realtor, telling us about the “underground” kink community in a town of sin! See no evil, speak no evil.

Charles was very comfortable with a naked woman in bondage. He moved closer and kindly asked permission to touch me. He fingered my pussy and played with my boobs while talking to my Owner about other places to hike and to explore.

I could only moan through my gag and feel my wetness as he finger fucked me like a pro. Looking into my eyes and smiling, then walking away. Leaving me on edge.

Master-Sir untied me and instructed me to thank Charles properly for his company and the information he provided. “Yes, Master,” I said as I put the blanket on the wooden floor in front of him. Charles had no problem standing there as I took his cock out and started to suck it. (nice size, thick, about five inches)

Master started to pack up our things as I sucked our new friend’s cock. Sir Charles held my head but let me do the work. Occasionally, bending down to feel my boobs, telling me that I was a good slave and a great cocksucker. “Compliments to your Master.”

As I focused on sucking this new friend’s cock, I could see Master coming and going, packing things up, ignoring us. I remember not really caring; I was enjoying this nice, thick cock that was in no hurry to cum.

I think it was more of the surroundings that gave me the thrill. In the open desert, an abandoned house. Me being tied up. Now I was kneeling in all this dirt and abandonment, sucking the cock of a man we just met.

I started to place my fingers on my pussy when I heard from a distance, Master, telling me, “No.” Sigh. I was on edge as I felt Charles arch his back and take a deep breath before shooting his load down my throat.

After he was done, he tried to pull away. I grabbed his legs, holding him still while I licked around his softening cock. Finally, I let it drop as I put it away in his pants. Telling him, “Sorry, Sir, I was trained to hold it until you went soft. Making sure you were clean.”

As I stood up, Master was coming back into the house. Charles looked at me and started to thank me for the blowjob. I smiled and looked at my Master. He turned and thanked my Master, telling him I was well-trained. Master smiled. “Thank you for your compliment.”

Charles smiled and said he hoped to see us again one day. Master assured him we would, and we did. Then Charles walked away. Disappearing into the desert.

Keeping me on my knees, Master gave me the “Good Bitch” compliment as He stepped out of his jeans. His cock is still hard and still wet from fucking me in the ass earlier. I smiled as I swallowed it all, and I was now a very happy slave.

This time, he let me play with my pussy and allowed me to have an orgasm.

Let me tell you, there is nothing like being nude, in the open nature, sucking your Masters's cock, and being allowed to have a long delayed orgasm. We both came loud and strong. (he came first as commanded.)

That’s when I knew I was going to love living here.

Thank you all for your love and support.

You know that I love reading your comments and hearing your thoughts.

Love Always,
Bitch Slave