My head was spinning, I felt high, the incredible sex I'd enjoyed with John had left me feeling sluttish and horny at the same time. The date I'd been planning for tonight was scheduled to begin in less than 20 minutes and I it was to be the fantasy night of a life time. As I felt my palms getting sweaty, John assured me that everything was going to be great and all I needed to do was enjoy myself, 'he'd made arrangements'. After what I'd just experienced, which now felt very 'arranged' somehow I couldn't really imagine what he cooked up.
John kissed me deeply before we left the room and escorted me down stairs (or was it the other way around I was new to this whole way of relating to another man as a lover), and took me to the concierges office, not like the desk in the front of the hotel, but like the kind you see in movies where you have to have an appointment. He closed the door behind us and immediately the concierge was shaking his hand and asking if this was the party to be 'taken care of' - for some reason the way Mr. Bennett, the name plate on his desk read, treated John was reassuring that he truly was worthy of the suite and he did have privileges here at the hotel, everything at the moment seemed surreal. The conversation was about the evening that had been planned and the arrangements, I felt like a spectator as the conversation swirled around me and was about me at the same time.
I found out that it had been arranged to have myself and my dates prepared in my suite before we were to go out for an evening on the town to enjoy one of the finest dining experiences on the planet, with a our own private chef and then to "the most exclusive club" in Las Vegas. As the arrangements began to sink in and John said that he had to leave and he would be in touch and that he expected me to join him on his flight tomorrow, I was abruptly left alone and dazed in the hands of Mr. Bennett. I heard him ask, "would you like full service models for you and your dates fittings this evening?", when there was an awkwardly long pause, he continued "you know that all of this has been taken care of this evening you don't need to worry about expense, just tell me whatever you want." It seemed only natural to say, "Yes that would be great," wondering what exactly full service models meant.
As if reading my thoughts, Mr. Bennett, told me to call him Stephen, said, "time has been allowed before your dinner reservations for some 'appetizers and entertainment' in your suite. If I might be so bold an evening like tonight really should start with the selection from our discreet and imaginative adult line of 'erotic entertainment enhancers'." It sounded like a Victoria's Secret ad for sex toys and as I listened further, I realized that was exactly what it was. "Our models will not only provide you with a full selection of undergarments and lingerie accessories and evening attire but will bring with them a full assortment of sex toys for your pleasure." It was at this point with all of this sounding so matter-of-fact, I realized that this was how the other half lived. It was also at this moment that I realized that somewhere along the line discussing our 'arrangements' must have gotten Stephen, a very attractive and straight acting guy, aroused as I sat and he leaned against his desk I could clearly see the bulge in his slacks. At first I was almost embarrassed, then I found myself unable not to stare. He saw my attention had drifted to his crotch which was less than three feet away from my face and he smiled.
Looking back I realize that during the time since I landed in Las Vegas, I'd been functioning in a state of sexual shock and in the 'fog of lust'. Stephen moved forward and put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "are you curious?" All I remember doing was nodding. I looked nearly straight up to see his dark green eyes watch my face as he unzipped himself. I know my mouth must have been nearly unhinged as he pulled out his thick fully erect ten inch uncut cock. It couldn't have been more than two inches from my lips and watching as his hand slowly stroked up and down its length toward my face I was hypnotized and started to lean forward not knowing why, but drawn to take this monster cock between my lips. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock-head as it oozed out of his piss slit. As I leaned forward he pulled back and leaned against his desk again still stroking.
Stephen quickly started to explain to me, as I began to get up from my chair with full intention of kneeling in front of him, "that it is strictly against hotel policy to engage in sexual contact with a hotel guest while on duty." He went on to say that the most I could enjoy would be a private show of him stroking off, he gauged to see my response as I watched, and asked me to promise not to touch no matter how aroused I became as he took this policy seriously. Now I've been to any number of strip clubs with all the lap dances and clear no touch policies and I've never been so taken with a show of sexual exhibitionism as I felt at that moment. Watching his fist slowly move up and down his rigid cock, the veins pulsing with sexual energy as his cock-head turned a rich deep purple and he leaked thick pre-cum enough to lubricate his hand and make a sensual slick sound as his hand began to piston faster and faster over his member.
I know I was in shock, but I was nearly out of control with lust. That look in my eyes and the things Stephen had me say to him describing how I'd like to take his cock into my mouth and how I'd love to lick his balls and let him fuck my face and use me to fulfill his need with his hands on the back of my head, pumping his thick cock down my throat and begging him to cum in my throat was all it took bring himself off in a hard orgasmic climax that left him in only a few minutes with cum in his left hand and guiding me out the door.
Nearly as fast as I'd been ushered into his office I was being walked out. He'd put his cock away, I still found it hard to walk with my throbbing erection. He shook my hand (his other hand still full of his own cum) and caught a signal from a bellman and let me know my dates were waiting in the hotel bar. He also pointed out the bellman, who was strikingly handsome and he gave me a quick wave from across the lobby of the hotel, he would be the one to lead us to my suite after I'd greeted my guests.