Manmoirs: Sin City - Sex Stories

Manmoirs: Sin City

Las Vegas. Bright lights. No worries in the world when you there with some rowdy friends. We traveled in mid-October where the weather was still pretty good. We stayed at Paris and took in the strip. Caught a couple shows, drank some cheap beer and experienced some fine dining. We also stayed out late every...single...night. We flew in Thursday night and partied all the way until Sunday before we took the red eye. Thursday and Friday I went all out trying to get some play. Friday night I came close; she was from Chicago and had a boyfriend. What stopped her was her roommate being rejected by one of my buddies. That wide turn around first base was all for nothing. Saturday night was all or nothing. We went all the way out to Wynn and made our way backward to New York New York. Aside from some small talk with a hot blond at Margaritaville, nothing was clicking. I had no choice but to drink more beer. Hit Planet Hollywood and stopped at the bar, where I was stopped by a girl hanging with her girlfriend. "Nice jacket. Is that suede?" "Yes it is. I'm Dean from Canada." I told her the city, of course. "Oh my God, I love Canada. I'm Chrissy." Chrissy was a light-skin brown girl about 5"2 with a cute little body. Great body, actually. She wore a black dress. "Where are you from Chrissy?" "San Diego. Originally from Minnesota." That's when her friend motioned to her that she wanted to leave. Chrissy wanted to stay, which I liked. I bought her whatever drink she had in her hand and I ...

... had another Bud. I needed to figure out a way to get rid of her friend. She wasn't impressed with the situation. "Do you like Canadians because you're from Minnesota." "Not really. I just like the Canadian I'm looking at." That was enough for me... "Do you want to get out of here?" "Yes my room is here at Planet Hollywood." Her friend came along with us, and she was clearly pissed. She was trying to push Chrissy to drop me. Chrissy wasn't have it. Good girl. Problem was, we arrived to the hotel and there were three of us. There was no way a threesome was happening. "Britt can we have some time alone?" "No. I'm not waiting outside for the two of you to fuck in my hotel room." "Britt for fuck sakes just go gamble or something!" "Chrissy you know I don't gamble." The bulge in my pants could not take any more of this bullshit. "Britt, is that your name?" I pulled out my wallet. To this day I have no idea what compelled me to do this. "Here's $80 bucks. Take it, get out, go eat or shop or whatever you like doing in Vegas." Britt paused for a moment. I think she was taken aback by the fact that I was paying her off so I could fuck her best friend. "Okay fine..." She took the money and ran. Problem solved. I couldn't believe it worked. I was pissed about throwing away what was probably close to $100 Canadian. However, sometimes you gotta pay to get ahead. Or get head. The moment the door closed behind Britt I was all over Chrissy, horny like you could not believe. She wasted no time ...