Miriam's Diary

This post is not so much about Vegas per se but about the fantasies induced by the sin city. I was flipping through the pictures taken on my phone and remembered the trip to Olympic Garden. Not only the place was the only strip club on the strip, it actually had male striptease. 

To be honest I don't quite understand why it's so difficult to find male striptease in the US.  I knew I would be deprived of this entertainment category as soon as I get back home, the limo from the hotel to the club was free, the night was young. I took a long nice shower, touched myself inappropriately couple times in the anticipation of hot strippers, dressed as provocatively as I possibly could, stopped by the bar, got myself a Long Island, and finally went down to the hotel's lobby. Almost immediately my phone rang and a deep voice informed me that the limo is ready. 

When I came out and saw the limo driver opening the door for me, I thought the adventure was already starting. The guy turned out to be a tall athletic brunette with blue eyes. I wondered if he failed a stripper audition and had to take the driver's job until he would perfect his hip moves. On the left side of his neck he had an interesting tattoo picturing a cute jester playing the flute. Somehow the  tattoo made me feel warm and fuzzy (or was it the Long Island?) as if I were in Disneyland with a hottie Mickey Mouse by my side. He opened the door, I got inside and realized I was the only passenger. His eyes followed first my ass then my legs as I stretched in the limo. Life was good, seriously! The limo started moving while I was still examining its interior. I have never ridden in a limo before.  Apparently, it had some sort of a sunroof as I could not see clearly what is on top of my head. It looked like the sky but a bit unrealistic. There was a shelf for the glasses and bottles and nice long leather couches running along the sides of the vehicle. I was going to a strip club, I was already somewhat horny, and thoughts of the carnal nature started to pop in my mind. Can you have sex in a limo? How often does it happen if it does? Does the driver watch?

The cocktail was long time ago finished in my glass and even replaced with a coffee but it was far from being finished in my head. I almost felt an urge to be fucked in here. I imagined how it would be if I had a guy with me.  First, he would be sitting next to me, then he would want to run his fingers through my hair and it would make my skin crawl. Then I slide onto one of the couches and lie on my back and he would be sitting and holding my head in his arms, gently rubbing my scalp. I was imagining how he would be continuing massaging and I reach with my hand to his leg, once I touch him, he shudders a little bit and takes a look at me. He kisses me gently, and touches my lips with his left hand. With my neck I feel like his cock is getting hard while he continues to strokes my cheek and lips, I slightly open mouth and his finger slides inside, I suck it for a while. I cannot wait any longer, I slide off the couch, get on my knees, unzip his pants and pull out his cock. I lean over and take his growing cock inside my mouth, begin to gently suck it,  massaging the head with my  lips, my tongue runs along his big pulsating vein. It gets harder and bigger in my mouth, I  am relishing its taste, my hands travel up the back of his thighs  and circle around his ass before grabbing them and pulling his hips forward, forcing his fully erected cock deeper into my mouth.  His  hand reaches to my breasts, massaging them until my nipples poke through the dress, I am very aroused. He pulls my head up and he kisses my lips passionately and proceeds to exploring my ear with his tongue.  His hand moves  to my  thighs, strokes my ass, and slides under my belly and gets to my soaking wet pussy, then he pulls up my dress and throws me on the opposite couch, gets on his knees and tears my panties away. He puts my leg over his shoulders and starts licking my clitoris, then he puts a finger inside me and continues to eat my pussy. I feel I want him so much, I want to feel his cock inside me, I pull his head up, grab his cock and direct it inside me. He fucks me fast and deep until his knees begin to hurt him. I push on his chest make him lie on the floor, and sit on top of him. I stroke his shaft with my hands and put it between the lips of my pussy.  I gasp and let out a low, long moan as I began to slowly move myself up and down.  I look in front of me and see the eyes of the driver in the mirror. I want him to enjoy the view and pull down the shoulder straps releasing my breasts for his viewing pleasure. I get sooo horning knowing he watches me. Then my lover whispers in my ear that he wants me from behind. I stand up, pull away my dress, and get fully naked enjoying the attentions I am getting from my lover and from the driver. I get on my knees looking in the blue eyes in the mirror, and immediately my lover slides inside me so fast, I moan loudly, he gets inside me all the way and then takes his dick out of me, and then he penetrates me again and again until I feel the wave of the  climax, and I cum. I lie on my back, he is on top and fucks me in my moth until I feel his sperm in my mouth and on my face… 

Well, it was time to stop dreaming and get back to reality which means it's time to get to know Vegas strippers! I bid adieu to my blue eyed driver and entered the club. Olympic Garden had both male and female strippers but the guys looked quite a bit better than girls. Don't know whether Vegas is running out of talent or I got unlucky with the girls but dear readers of my blog, if you are interested in gals strippers, Olympic Garden is not that much exciting. If you have a girlfriend you would like to entertain … read on! First of all, half of the guys put out quite a show, it was not like they were just scratching their balls. All of them were very athletic and some of them really knew how to move. There was a company sitting close by, the girls looked like they were strippers themselves and in fact they were the best looking gals I have seen in Vegas period. They really had a blast with the strippers. If your girlfriends felt adventurous she could get almost a full services right on the stage. I wish I took pictures. I think, if I were a guy, I would have found this place more arousing then most of the places I have visited. The girls did not get naked because they were customers but they certainly looked better than most of the female strippers in Vegas and all together it really looked like a reality show.