2nd December 17

So when Antony burst into my flat, screaming like a big fat faggot - which in fact he is, I wanted to grab him by his annoying throat and throttle him! ‘CARLAYOUWILLNEVGUESWHEAREGOVEGS’ he shouted loudly ‘Will you calm down and say it again’ I warned ‘I can’t understand a word you are saying you dick’!. He started again very loudly ‘CARLAYOUWILLNEVER GUESSWHEREWEREGOVEGASBABY!! ‘WHAT DID YOU SAY? I shouted back. He breathed very deeply ‘CARLA…..WE….ARE….GOING….TO LAS VEGAS!!! . NEXT WEEK!!’ ‘HOW?’ I asked suspiciously and then ‘Who is paying?’ ‘I AM BABY - I JUST WON 5 GRAND ON THE HORSES!!!’ Shouted Antony, still very excited. ‘FUCK’ I said, then ‘ANTONYWEAREGOINGLASVEGASBABYFUCKYES!!!!!’ I screamed.

And it was a week later we found ourselves sat on a 757 staring down at the amazing view of Vegas as our plane landed. ‘Fuck me’ we both intoned. Now I don’t know if any of you guys have even been to Blackpool or Brighton but Vegas is NOTHING like that…… Vegas is one unique amazing place that just craps on every other place. Great food, great shopping, great casinos…fantastic hotels and lots of great things to do. It was bound to be an adventure. As usual it was.

So we checked into the Luxor - what's not to like about stopping in a massive pyramid, and then explored our immediate surroundings. Huge and exhilarating - and I’m not talking about my huge rack of tits! I mean the casino floor, and not just in the Luxor but everywhere you go. Antony was in his element, ‘look Carla loads of poker, rows of roulette and banks and banks of slots. And look at all the girls, I bet half are hookers the way they are dressed’ he enthused. ‘It’s a gamblers dream’ he drooled. ‘Or nightmare if you lose’ I cautioned ‘so lets hope the slots are as loose as those girls look.’

As usual my caution was justified! Antony was like a pig in shit rushing about from table to table and engaging very loudly with anybody who would listen. I left him to it and decided to go down the strip and catch the great shops at Caesars Palace. It’s what a girl does. After a few hours I met up with Antony in Planet Hollywood it appeared lady luck had been kind…he was actually winning and had been invited to join a group of Americans in a game of poker in a suite at the hotel. ‘Come on time you had a gamble’ he said. ‘oh I don’t understand those bloody slots’ I protested. ’You will be fine they are idiot proof’ insisted Antony.

And for once he was actually right. The slots were idiot proof. You just put in your money and pressed play. That was it. An idiot could do it, even me! And amazingly I started to win….and win…and win. Not thousands I was only playing small stakes, but I just kept winning. So while I happily sat at the slots and Antony was upstairs playing cards, the world was good. I moved about the casino from machine to machine putting 10 dollars in a machine, winning and cashing out my winnings (on a ticket). I decided to count up. Wow! I had put in $50 - but my tickets were over $600! Me win $600 I never win anything!

I was just sat there smiling when a very pretty waitress walked up to my bank of machines and eloquently drawled ‘COOOCKTAILSS!’ any ‘COCKTAILS’. ‘Can I have a coke light please’ I asked ‘and how much is it’ ‘Oh its free madam, all drinks are complimentary of the casino’. Well I am from Yorkshire, so I chipped in ‘you couldn’t make that a gin and tonic please’ ‘of course madam’. So I was very happy 5 minutes later when the waitress appeared with my free G & T. I actually tipped her $2.

Now those of you that know me of old, will remember that no matter how much I try…I just cant hold my booze. Now I blame it on winning! I just kept on winning! And then ’COOOCKTAILS!’ would sound and ‘ANOTHER G & T PLEASE JANICE’ would be the response. Another tip $5 dollars now being the norm. Bloody hell that Janice must have been the best waitress in Vegas she was round every 20 minutes like clockwork. It did get very hot in the casino, hard work winning on the slots,

So apparently by the time Antony came down my blouse was very unbuttoned and low. ’Wow Carla that’s quite a front your putting up there’ breezed Antony ‘I really don’t…know what you mean’ I slurred. ‘Er look Carla you’re a bit squiffy lets go get some air’ suggested Antony. As we walked towards the door 3 men joined us ’these are my friends from upstairs’ said Antony ‘I have invited them back to the Luxor for a game in our room.’ ‘Oh OK’ I said still being very happy.

As we walked I noticed a huge wheel - a bit like the London eye - but even bigger!! ‘Oh Antony we must go on that the view must be stunning’ I blurted.’Bring your friends the more the merrier’. So ten minutes later the 5 of us were sat in like a cable car that was slowly ascending above the Vegas strip. ‘Wow’ I said ‘those views are stunning’. ‘Yes’ agreed Antony ‘Great for taking some naughty poses as a backdrop’ he came over to me and undid my blouse. ’You naughty boy’ I slurred still quite pissed.

Within seconds my bra was off and my skirt on the floor and my knickers nowhere in site. I stood swaying in my heels stockings and suspenders my tits gently swaying and my pussy feeling very moist. I posed for some snaps, Antony’s American friends were all staring at my naked body ‘go over guys and pose with her’ suggested Antony. Not suprisingly 2 minutes later they were all over me. Well one thing lead to another and within a few minutes I was bent over sucking a lovely hard cock while somebody fucked me hard from behind. ‘No rush guys’ offered Antony ‘it wont get round and back to the bottom for another 28 minutes’

So for 25 minutes I was fucked in every position all over the carriage until at last I laid naked on the floor, with 3 randy Americans all wanking over me and Antony sliding his cock in and out of my very wet pussy. In turn they all shot there load over my huge tits’ fantastic boobs Carla’ drawled one guy as another shot his load over my erect nipples. At that point Antony groaned ‘I’m coming honey’ and as he filled me up I gasped out a shuddering ‘FUCK YESSSSS!!!!’. The carriage was slowly approaching the disembarkation point and the 5 of us hastily poured on our clothes. The last button on my blouse was closed just as the door opened. ‘ I hope you all enjoyed your ride’ drawled the attendant ‘fuck yes’ I slurred still pissed and ‘great views yes?’ he drawled ‘FUCK YES’ echoed the 4 guys.

As we walked off as a group I looked at Antony ‘I may be a bit drunk, but I think you set me up for that!’ ‘Me?’ he said innocently at which point the Americans turned to go the other way ‘that’s us square now Ant’ called one. ‘I bloody knew it you bloody twat!’ I growled at Antony ‘I will get my own back you know’……..but that’s a story for another time…..