0 comments/ 19634 views/ 2 favorites His High Roller By: Masters_lil_vixen As she reclined her seat back, the night air blew cold over her baked-to-golden-brown skin. Long brown ringlets were neatly pinned up into a flowing ponytail and a smile crowned the picture of happiness she created. It radiated from her like the rays of the sun did earlier that afternoon. That was when he had told her about his plans for a weekend getaway for just the two of them. For weeks, it seemed that there was rarely much time to spend alone due to the far-reaching arm of reality that consistently held them tightly. His work had kept him away more than she’d like, and by the time he would come home, they were both so tired. Those were the nights that they would bask in the minute amount of time they could hold each other until both nodded off to dream. However, the tension of going without mutual release was wearing on their minds and bodies. A lone finger traced the hem of her skirt, which made her open her eyes. Streetlights flickered and danced in those warm pools of blue as she glanced over to him. Suddenly, there was that smile – the smile that he reserved for only her – the lop-sided grin that could make her melt even without a touch. She rolled to her side, trapping his hand between her hot creamy thighs. “Are we there yet?” she playfully inquired with a squeeze of those leg muscles. He chuckled softly as his hand wiggled higher through the pressure of her flesh. “Nope, not yet, about another half an hour left to go.” Her shoulders slumped as she fell onto her back into the cushioned seat. Without thinking, her legs flopped open as well, thus giving him ample opportunity to grab a quick grope. Never one to waste such a golden chance, he moved like lightning and yanked her panties aside while slipping two fingers deep within her slick depth. A gasp filled her lungs, which caused her inner muscles to tense around his probing digits. He loved that so very much – being able to catch her off guard. The twitching in his pants made him plunge deeper into her dark chasm where he twisted his fingers, crooked them and began to rub her G-spot. Moans now filled the car as her fingernails dug into the seat. He then smiled a deliciously wicked grin. Feeling her clamp down onto his thrusting hand, he immediately withdrew. He held his hand close to his face and audibly inhaled her musk. The aroma intoxicated him so much that he closed his eyes for mere moments. Of course, being that he was driving, he veered off the road just slightly, but enough to bring them both back to the moment. Horror was evident on both of their faces, but was soon replaced by gales of wild laughter. They laughed so hard that before they knew it, tiny rivulets of tears were streaming down their faces. “Jesussss!!! Talk about loving you to death!!” She laughed hard all over again. That was when she noticed a stream of lights on the horizon. Excitement washed over her, which he soon caught. “There it is baby – Las Vegas, our destination for a relaxing getaway. God we need this,” he exclaimed just as they reached the edge of the strip. Hungrily, her eyes scanned every building, person, site and thing she could take in before driving onto the next. Flashing pulsing bulbs … millions of them … held her attention without interruption. Shiny people flowed by in crowds like water through a sieve and she greedily engulfed each persons joy like a dry sponge. He reveled in seeing the child-like wonder that she wore so innocently, yet so beautifully. THIS was what he had hoped for in this weekend, and it seemed he was going to be pleased. However, unbeknownst to her, he also had some delectably evil plans for the following evening. But for all to go according to his wants, he needed to keep her in the dark about it until just the right time. Just the simple thought of it brought a jolt of pleasure to his cock as he restrained his hand from roaming to it for a quick feel. She was lost now though … lost in the seduction of the city and all of its pure decadence. He pulled up to the Mirage and her eyes glazed over. “No friggen way!! This is where we’re staying? How did you know? I don’t think I ever told you that I wanted to stay here, did I? What a wonderful surprise! How did you know?” She rambled on and on as he drove around to the entrance. His right hand clamped over her mouth in mid-sentence. “You mentioned once or twice before that you had always wanted to see the act with the white tigers – Seigfried and Roy. I just remembered. Plus, I want to see them as well, and this is a grand place to stay.” He laughed then, and she joined in just as the attendant came to open her door. The pale blue cotton hung like a cloud around her legs as she took his hand and was escorted from the vehicle. It gave the illusion of floating mist as it wound up tightly around her breasts. A thin strap wrapped up under the free strands of hair that played at the nape of her neck and held the sundress into place. He stood now by her side, wearing a nearly matching shade of blue in his polo shirt with khaki shorts complimenting his tones perfectly. He took her hand and spun her over the red carpet. They broke into an impromptu waltz there in front of this grand hotel to which some guests stopped to watch. Gleefully, they danced over to the bellhop where he was presented with a tip to take in their bags, but not before getting a view of her ample cleavage as she was dipped down low in front of him. He nervously laughed and hurried away to tend to the waiting luggage. The bells and whistles of slot machines greeted them as people eagerly dropped quarter after quarter into the insatiable slot. She grinned and her eyes flashed. With a half-groan half-laugh, he fished into his pocket for a single silver coin. She daintily took it from his palm as he held it out to her as a priest would hold out an offering. Surveying each machine, she settled on one done up in blue and white lights. “Hey, it matches our ensemble! What the heck,” she said with a slight shrug of her bare shoulders. “If we hit, it will prove that we will have a wonderful weekend. If we don’t, we will STILL have a wonderful weekend – just without extra quarters.” He laughed at her last words, but she was already dropping the coin into the slot. Her hand poised over the lever nervously. He took that as a cue and placed his over hers. Together they pulled down slowly. As they did, she leaned back into him with her ass grinding into his groin. The handle flew back up and he pushed back into her, a bulge apparent to her clenched ass cheeks. One cherry … two cherries … fruit, numbers and words rolled by on the third dial. Finally it slowed enough for them to hold their breath. A third cherry!!! Like giddy children, they jumped up and down and laughed. Quarters spit out of the front slot like raindrops from heaven. He ran and grabbed one of the plastic buckets for just such an occasion from the bar. Together, they scooped in the small load they had won before heading off to find their room. The long corridor seemed to stretch on forever before they found it. He took the credit card key from his pocket and slid it quickly through the doorknob. They didn’t dawdle much once inside though. Their bags were next to the entrance already, so they both unpacked a few things before deciding to catch some sleep. It had been a twelve-hour ride up and even though they alternated driving time, they were both bushed. It had literally been a week since they had a night of pure fucking, and just as long for any worthwhile cumming. However, even with the perfection of this time alone, he wanted to hold out just a little longer. His plans were for an even bigger explosion. As difficult as he found it to keep his desire at bay through her begging for his cock, he managed to coax them both to sleep. Fitful dreams plagued both of their slumbering, but the payoff would be well worth the wait. ~*~*~ The sun shone brightly the next day and after some intense site seeing, they headed back for dinner and some gambling. Normally, neither of them liked to gamble, but they figured when in Vegas … All day, they had teased each other to the point of near insanity. It was the little things – a subtle brushing of a hand over a particularly sensitive spot … kisses on various places that turned into nibbles, sucks or out naught bites … sensual whispers promising a whole myriad of things to come. All in all, they had each other worked up beyond what they normally felt on any other day. He was careful though to never let slip his plans for that evening. She pleaded for even a hint, but he held fast to his secret. Back in the room, she thought a cool shower was just the ticket to clear off any residual road dust as well as any pent up tensions that remained. “Do you really think that a shower will stave off your want of me?” He chuckled as she gathered her things for the impending shower. “Oh hell no Master, but I do think that it will help me clear my mind so that I can focus on you tonight properly.” She grinned when he slowly nodded while breaking into a smile. It was then that she decided to have a bit more fun in continuing the torturous teasing from earlier that afternoon. Turning her back to him, she bent down at the waist and let her shirt fall open. Breasts spilled out over the satin demi-bra, and her hard nipples pointed towards the floor. Her ass swayed back and forth, taunting him to come and take it as only he could. A low growl from behind her let her know that her temptations were working. She pulled herself upright and let her shirt fall from her shoulders, down each arm and eventually into a pool of fabric at her feet. Her ass wiggled sensually from side to side which brought the cotton crotch tighter against her puffy pussy lips. A needful ache wrenched in her belly when the material rubbed hard over her swollen clit hood. Pangs of desire welled up and all she could think of was his tongue lapping over her heated slit before his cock poised to fuck deep into her wanton slut hole. Sliding her open palms up the sides of her thighs and over the round fullness of her ass cheeks, she curled them up and around to the center of her back. Fumbling, she attempted to unhook her bra. Since she was encountering some problems, she took that opportunity to glance over her shoulder to see what he was doing. Hoping that her seductions were having a desirable effect, she grinned and looked. Before she could even take a breath, his hand was holding both of her wrists tightly together. Again, he had caught her completely unaware. He sneered as he lowered his mouth to her ear. She could hear the agitation in his voice as he spoke in a low snarl. “Did you really think you were going to seduce me into fucking you slut? Did you really truly think that I’d let you get away with such a blatant wanton attempt?” His grip tightened on her and she winced while thinking of a good response. Too late – his other hand reached up and around to roughly cup her breast. Furious fingers dug into the tender flesh as he bellowed again. “Well bitch? Tell me!” “Uh … well Master … I just wanted to play … er … to uh … to t-t-tease you … to have some fun.” With that said, she started to twist a bit against him. All this accomplished was a tighter grasp on both wrists and breast. A high-pitched squeal escaped as her eyes slammed shut. “You want fucked badly, don’t you? You need to feel my hard cock pummeling in and out of that juicy cunt, don’t you? Tell me what you want – NOW!” Without hesitation, she wailed, “Oh God yes! I want fucked so badly that I can taste it. I want you to pound your raging cock so deep into me that I will still feel it a week later. Please fuck your slut. Fuck me like I’ve been dreaming about for so long. Use me as only you have a right to … take me please …” Her voice trailed off into a whimper as his forefinger and thumb clamped down over her fragile hard bud. While rolling it back and forth, his mouth closed over the bend in her neck. His teeth bared and bit into her soft skin. Low moans mingled with the numerous emotions that filled their senses. Then, without warning, he released her and withdrew back to his chair. There he sat slumped over, staring at her. She was frozen to her spot, scared to death to even utter a breath. He pointed to the space in front of his feet. She instantly knew the silent command and obeyed. Stopping everything, she only existed for him. Her knees hit the floor before she even realized it. Once there, she fell to all fours and began crawling to him. The bra dug into the underside of her breasts, but she never felt it. Her eyes were locked with his. Those warm blue eyes that beckoned her without the need for words. Those paralyzing pools of control that could bring her to her knees with a mere glance, make her cry with a blink or make her smile with peek. She could tell that he was inspecting her form. She moved like fluid, each cat-like advance was liquid grace. Her need for everything except him faded. He so loved it when she crawled. It showed her submission to him in so many ways. Oh he knew that every bit of her belonged solely to him, but it was a nice reminder to both of them from time to time. Once she reached the spot he had earlier indicated, she carefully fell back onto her knees into her submit position. He smiled to himself, but was cautious not to show her how she pleased him … not just yet. He stood as she lowered her head. Circling her like a ravenous shark, he bided his time. He flicked a finger over certain points on her quivering body. This kept her on that cliff of uncertainty for just long enough. She had no clue of what he was going to do or how he felt. That was how he wanted it. “Stand up,” He barked. She rose slowly, still holding her head bowed in reverence. Visibly, her body trembled with apprehension. “You do know better than to try and seduce me into taking you, yes?” “Yes Master.” “Then why?” A heavy sigh started her response. “I don’t know Master. I just wanted to have some fun with you. Of course, I did want you to take me, but my main intent was to play.” A warm smile of understanding welcomed her as he tipped her face up to meet his gaze. “I know that precious, really I do. I just can’t let you get away with things like that. You have to be more aware of your actions. It’s about me and what I want. You know that, you know what I want and you know that I want to wait for my plans to take effect. Okay?” She blinked quickly and nodded. He cradled her face for a few minutes longer before sending her off to her shower. It killed him to keep a secret for so long from her, but this one was different … this one was going to be delicious … this one was going to be for not only his pleasure, but hers. He heard the water starting and the soft familiar hum that he had come to love flowing from the partially open door. She wasn’t much of a singer, but the loveliest tunes could be heard wafting from wherever she had busied herself. It was a welcome sound that he had indeed missed over the past few weeks. Hours later, they were seated at the bar in the casino lounge. Dinner had been superb, and they had decided to digest and relax before heading into the main casino. The world seemed to rush by as they sat there lost in quiet conversation while sipping their drinks. It could have stayed that way for all they cared at that point – all that mattered was what was going on between them and no where else on earth. However, he still had his plans. She was just about finished with her drink when he took her by the hand without a word. Surprise crossed her face, but he never gave her a chance to question. His pace was not quite running and yet not quite walking. The urge hit him like a bolt of white lightning, and he knew it was time. The doors to the casino area were opened for them, and he took her by the elbow to usher her inside. The tables were full tonight and money changed hands quicker than she could take a breath. Again, she automatically began soaking in the atmosphere – waitresses making their way through the serious gamblers, security weaving in and out of the jokers who thought they were going to hit big, but didn’t, crowds huddled in close to get a look at the next roll of the die, flip of a card or turn of the wheel – all of it combined to make a magnificent feast for her senses. His lop-sided grin returned seeing the glitz and glamour flashing in her eyes. With that, he linked her arm through his and walked her towards the Blackjack table. The tightness of the material that hugged her hips so tightly gave her ass an extra sway as she moved. He had chosen her virginal white knee-length dress. He loved the way it sparkled with tiny flecks of glitter woven into the material. It seemed that it was alive on her each time the light caught it just right. It also accented her complexion nicely and pushed up her breasts just enough to provide the most scrumptious cleavage. He was nearly tempted to poke a finger in between them just to see how they would squeeze it. This thought repeatedly had made him chuckle through the evening, but now it gave his cock a quick jolt. “Wanna play something?” He asked. “Hmmm, yes. Actually, I’d like to try everything.” A giggled compounded her wish. After they played a few rounds of Blackjack, Craps and took a few spins on the Roulette wheel, he nodded to the large security guard near the main door. She was visibly tickled to have won as many times as they did. This went totally unnoticed to her, because she was engrossed in watching a man lay down a huge sum of money on one throw of the die. He was putting an awful lot of faith in fate tonight. Just as he pulled her towards the main doors, the man yelled out in sheer excitement. She smiled for him as she turned her attentions back to the man who held her fate. She glanced over at him while they walked towards the elevators. Good Lord was he handsome … so dapper … so damn sexy she could eat him alive. Mindlessly, her tongue snaked out over her lips, which only whet her appetite for him all over again. Stepping into the elevator first, she turned and watched him move towards her. His presence commanded attention from anyone near enough and fortunate enough to feel it. She slid an open palm up the center of his back, tracing his spine on the way back down. The white fabric was cool and soft, but she could feel his heated flesh aching for her touch just beneath. He shifted in his place and she could just imagine the bulge growing in those sharp black slacks. The attendant clearly was staring at her breasts while the ride took them higher into the bowels of the hotel. He tried to hide his stares, but she blatantly watched him blush and grin. Though she kept it to herself, she wanted to giggle. She turned her attention away from this game and looked at the display above the door. Watching the floors light up as each passed, she silently counted to herself. She thought at first they were going back to their room, but after passing their floor, she began to wonder. She leaned over to him and whispered, “Where are we going?” “Shh,” He urged. “You will see soon enough.” There was that grin. It was more than the lop-sided grin, but less than a wicked one. She grew more and more confused, but also very excited. Finally, they stopped at the top floor. As she stepped out of the car, she gave the attendant an extra little jiggle of her breasts followed by a bright giggle. It was quite evident that the poor boy noticed by the way he sank back into his place. Her Master laughed out loud having noted the whole swift scene and enjoyed seeing His girl happy. The plush carpeting welcomed her spiked heels gently as they sauntered down the hall. Ornate art dripped from the faux finished walls. She looked quickly from side to side at the beautiful pictures and carvings until they reached large glass double doors. A stern looking gentleman waited to open it for them, welcoming them into a lush world of glitz and glamour and high stakes. It was the high rollers suite. His High Roller She knew that they had won a bit of money at the tables downstairs, but she hadn’t dreamed they would be invited up here. As she tightened her grip on his arm, she stole glances at the people already involved in their own games. Women bared more flesh than they should and men threw money on the table faster than they should. It was like another world – one that she didn’t think they belonged in right now. “What are we doing here Love?” He smiled that brilliantly evil smile before replying, “It’s all part of my plan baby. Don’t worry. Just follow my lead.” She nodded her understanding as he led her to the blackjack table. He sat down in the only chair that was across from the dealer. She looked around for another and the dealer was just about to get up and fetch one, but her Master declined and instead pulled her down onto his knee. It was difficult at best to sit gracefully in his lap as that dress pulled tight against her skin, but she managed, as was His wish. Once settled, the dealer shuffled the cards in fine LasVegas style before dealing. As he waited for them to look at their cards, the dealer visibly watched as one hand stroked along her exposed knee. Her Master tipped his head up and nestled it among the swirl of hair that draped over the nape of her neck. After nibbling on her earlobe, he whispered, “Each time we win a hand, I will move my hand higher up your leg. No matter how high it goes or what happens, you mustn’t move. Each hand we lose however, you are to raise the hem of your dress up your leg an inch. You will not stop no matter how many hands we lose or how high that dress goes. Nod if you understand.” She suddenly became aware of her lack of undergarments aside from the garter belt holding up her stockings. He too knew she had gone without panties because he mentioned it to her earlier not to wear any. She could feel the color drain from her face only to be replaced by a wave of blood. It tinged her cheeks deep crimson and as her eyes fluttered closed, she finally nodded. He smiled and tipped his cards up for her to see. A Jack and a three waited for their decision. He tapped one finger on the table to signal for a hit. Another card was dealt face down and passed to him. Cautiously, he peeked beneath the corner, but didn’t allow her to see this time. A wicked sneer crossed his lips as he stifled a chuckle. Of course, she couldn’t tell which way the card would go – blackjack, twenty, nineteen, bust. Any way it turned out, she would still have her legs exposed at least a little. She tried to feign composure, but she was sure that her complete mortification was evident at a glance. All three cards were turned over at once to show the Jack … the three … and a seven. The dealer flipped his cards to show the sum of eighteen. He had no choice but to take a hit, which produced a five – twenty-three. As all of the cards were swept back into the deck and chips were pushed in front of them, his hand slid up about an inch and fingers dug deliciously into her flesh. She jumped slightly, but didn’t reveal anything to anyone else. Already, the dealer had shuffled and dealt out the next hand. Instead of watching this time, she took advantage and surveyed the rest of the room. The table next to them was surrounded by people huddled over waiting for the die to stop on their numbers. The man whose turn it was to throw was a dapper gentleman with dark hair that grayed around the temples and twinkling eyes reminiscent of a spry elf. His lady was stacked to the hilt, and boy did she know it. She stood so haughty in her beaded gold wrap and dress. For a split second, the woman’s eyes met with the eyes that watched her and before she could fashion an expression, her gentleman wound an arm around her waist to pull her close as his dice turned the right numbers. Looking back to her own situation, the time came for her Master to play his cards. This time, he drew blackjack, and she was actually relieved. The moments between hands while watching the other table made her realize that she would be more comfortable with Him drawing up her dress than she would be doing it herself. That way seemed more as if she had little choice in the matter rather than her actually doing it on purpose. That way didn’t make her look like such a slut to anyone who may catch a glimpse. She turned to look at him only to find him intently looking back at her. Her gaze had been locked on his disappearing hand as it had moved up another inch, so she never noticed him blazing a hole through her with his fiery stare. Her whole world appeared to merely melt when he held her just so with only a glance. It was the connection they shared ~ a bond that chained her body, mind and soul to him and him alone. He broke into that lop-sided grin that she so loved and at once, she felt warmed. Again, the blonde dealer shuffled the cards, but this time his attention was elsewhere … it was centered on her Masters hand slowly creeping up her leg. A dirty smile was plastered on his face when he again looked up to deal. Suddenly, she felt like a small child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar although it wasn’t her hand that was now fiddling with the lacey top of her garter. Her face burned seven shades of bright red before the stain traveled down to her neck and chest. Her Master leaned over to suckled on the middle of her throat – a quick reminder that he held her life in his hand. With one bite, he could cut off her breath for as long as he liked, although that wasn’t his intent. She lowered her eyes and wiggled gently on his leg to find a comfortable spot. The cards flew across the table, and he let her see. Two Kings waited there, and she smiled once more. Feeling safe, she refocused her attention on the craps table to find another person now flinging the dice. The bubbly blonde tossed them quickly and waited along with the other spectators. She bounced freely as her number came up, and her breasts nearly bobbed right out of her low cut blouse. This sight now gave way to a fit of giggles just as she turned her attendance back to her own table. Amusement was quickly dashed and replaced with astonishment when she found the dealer turning over his cards to show blackjack. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as a foreboding feeling gripped her deep inside. With just a hint of reluctance, her hand found its way down to her leg. She turned her fingers under the edge of the fabric and moved it up a tiny bit. Just as she was about to stop, she heard him in her ear. “Ahem.” Another smaller sigh and she pulled it up more, revealing the lace that crowned her silken garter and his hand that played there. The dealer took on a wider grin, now loving this fun that he had been invited to play in without even knowing. The men exchanged knowing glances and the real game was now afoot. Quickly, the cards were dealt, and slowly a crowd formed around the table. The older gentleman from the craps table now sat two seats away and placed his chips down for consideration. He was dealt in without a word. A quiet nod between players was all that held up the game. Once more, she tried to gain a peek at what was to be her fate. This time, he didn’t allow her to see, compounding her fearful anticipation, especially now that there was another player to this cat and mouse romp. The other guy asked for a hit, and after it was given, he proclaimed his blackjack with a slap of his knee and a loud chortle. Her Master also asked for a hit only to bust with twenty-four. The dealer also went belly up, and instead of giving the winner his chips, his concentration reverted to her parted thighs. The guy was visibly put off until he too was swept up in the game. It didn’t take him long to figure out the rules as her smile diminished and her fingers again took position. All eyes seemed to waste an eternity imagining how far her dress would go and what lied there between her soft luscious legs. One more inch was just enough to make her want to bolt and run, but she held her place seeing the pleasure held there in her Masters expression. The man next to them licked his lips just as his lady returned to his side. She took the chair next to him for him to lean over and whisper something in her ear. She smiled slyly as her eyes scanned over the exposed flesh before her. Her hands caressed up and down her dates arm playfully as the thought of being allowed access to view this scene. It seemed that the hands were flying by now … sometimes winning, sometimes losing … and one more inch was all that stood between his fingers dancing at her delicate tufted folds of flesh amid watching stares or those eager onlookers being shown those same tender privacies that she normally kept hidden from view. Her face was ablaze with the fuel of confusion. She was confused because even though she was completely embarrassed, she was also thoroughly turned on. Her thighs gave the telltale signs of arousal by the glistening wetness that now coated them for all to see. She swore she could see the dealer drooling at the impending action, and the other guy sported a bulge in his tuxedo pants that was unmistakable. She then spied a thankful smile from his date, which nearly made her giggle, if not for the cards being flipped. She felt like a virgin on prom night with butterflies beating the living hell out of her stomach. The guy next to them drew twenty and smiled wide. They flipped their cards to find fifteen. Her Master tapped the table, signaling for a hit. They too drew another five to give them a total of twenty. It was up to the dealer to make or break the moment. Either way, she was about to be opened wide to what seemed to be the world, but they all were mentally placing bets on the outcome. The dealer held the suspense to himself for just a bit longer, peering under the cards and then grinning like a Cheshire cat. He flipped them to show blackjack. A roaring whisper tore through the crowd like lightning, and her eyes were immediately cast down. This time, she took her other hand from around his neck and grasped the hem with both of them. Figuring if she were going to do this, she’d do it all out, she inhaled a sharp gasp. One final look to the one who held her fate in the balance told her that he truly wanted her shown to them all, and she nodded faintly. Seconds passed but she would have sworn that it was more like hours. Mindlessly, her fingers drew back the material from her spread pinkness. The dealer actually leaned forward for a better view and then gave her a leer that caused her to tremble with embarrassment. She felt more vulnerable than she ever had before and just as she exhaled, her Master shoved two fingers deep inside of her sweet pussy. The breath caught in her throat as he pumped twice before withdrawing them. He held them to his nose for a moment before offering them to the dealer to sample the intoxicating aroma. The man closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. As the fingers were taken away, he let out a satisfying groan while the air flowed forth from his lungs. The slicked digits were held up and parted into a V. The index finger plunged deep into her Masters mouth where he sucked it clean. His middle finger moved to press against her lips and part them. She took that cum-soaked finger deep inside and clenched her lips tightly around it as he dragged it ever so slowly back out. Her tongue snaked over it to clean it thoroughly before it was gone. He urged her to her feet and also stood, alerting the people that the show was now finished. Her dress fell back into place around her silken legs, but she still felt more naked than she had ever been in her life. Wobbly legs somehow held her in place as he rounded up their winnings and generously tipped the dealer. “He should be tipping me for all he got to see tonight,” she thought with a grimace. The men shook hands and laughter filled her ears. The blonde man behind the table then reached to shake her hand with a genuine smile. She looked to her Master who nodded for her to comply. She reluctantly grasped hands with him before quickly redrawing it and turning away. “It was so very nice to meet you and thank you for the entertainment,” he drawled with a thick menacing undertone. She only glanced over her shoulder long enough to fake a smile. “Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime,” he called as she started to wander away. She didn’t hear anything that was said after as the noise in her head took over. Maybe it was the blood draining from her face … maybe it was just the shock of it all settling in finally … maybe it was just her need to be away from the whole situation. Whatever it was, she just kept slowly edging herself towards the door. The wetness between her legs screamed to her the things she had just done. Once on the landing, she waited for him to join her. After a minute passed, she turned back around to see him talking with the couple from the table. They were all smiling and nodding and looking back at her. She felt that familiar blush return to her cheeks as if it had never left as she stared at the tiled entryway. He looked to her and flashed that dazzling smile that left her even woozier than she already felt. She knew that she had made him proud, and now she was just ready for sleep. Holding back the impending yawns was difficult, but she managed until He joined her at the door. One hand slipped protectively behind her back and ushered her into the corridor. All the way back to their room, he had murmured his pride and happiness in how well she had served him. This made her well up with satisfaction and her sleepy smile showed it. “Perhaps you need to rest now my pet. Your eyes give you away every time.” A nod confirmed his suspicion and he continued, “I’ll join you shortly. I think I’m going to make a few phone calls before I turn in.” He spun her around in his arms and as their lips met, electricity flowed through her veins. Just as quickly as he had kissed her, it was over and she was entering their room alone. However, she was slightly thankful for this bit of time alone after everything that had transpired earlier that night. Unzipping her dress all the way down, she let it fall from her shoulders into a puddle at her feet followed by her garter belt and stockings and shoes. It felt good to be free from the restricting clothing … so much so that she fell into the bed that way and soon drifted off to dream. Dreams have a way of being interrupted that leaves the person having the dream in such a fog that they’re not sure what were still the remnants of the dream and what is reality. Something roused her … something being slipped down over her eyes. Instinctively, her hands wanted to hurriedly remove it, but something prevented that. She wiggled and found her hands bound tightly above her head, lashed to each side of the bedposts. Automatically, she cried out – half because she was scared and half to gain an explanation. Before she could finish, a hand covered her mouth. The next thing she heard was a myriad of muffled snickers coming from somewhere across the room. It was indeed more than one person and she started to panic. Her breathing became rapid and her heart beat wildly against her rib cage as if it were trying to get out. Suddenly, a soft voice was at her ear, cooing calming words and sedating her with reassurances. It was her Master. “Calm down baby. Just listen to my voice and slow your breathing. I will never let anything harm you ... you know that. All I want you to do is be my good girl and trust me as you always have.” She slowly shook her head that she understood and the hand was removed. “No questions. No words. Do you understand?” Again, her mouth opened, but as she thought about what he just had said, she merely nodded her understanding. “Good, now I’m going to untie your hands, but leave them exactly where they are for now.” Once more, a nod followed, but he was already gently pulling her left hand free. After she lay there for a few minutes, freed but bound to that spot by his command, she felt a tickling at her shoulder. At first she thought it to be a stray strand of hair that had made it’s way loose, but it started to travel over her collarbone and around her neck. It fluttered and danced to the valley between her breasts and then circled each with soft butterfly kisses. As it moved to under her arm, she winced and giggled before it floated downward. The tickle traversed her entire exposed body a few times before stopping completely as quickly as it started. A hand replaced it, smoothing over her warm flesh and kneading knotted muscles expertly. She smiled knowing this was the hand of her Master. He had a way of simply knowing where she needed to be touched or massaged, just as she knew his body without him saying a word. Something dribbled onto her stomach that was trickling down over her skin. It was heated oil and scented with a hint of sandalwood. She knew the aroma well and again she smiled. Fingers pressed a bit more firmly and worked the fluid over her limbs. She wasn’t used to him being this rough in his massaging, but regardless of that, the day’s events seemed to just fade away. She had even forgotten about the hints of laughter she had heard in the room earlier and chalked them up to being a television or radio. All that she knew was his hands roaming over her as they had many times before and her eyes closed beneath the blindfold. The only strange thing was that his hands never touched her breasts or came anywhere close to the heat between her legs. Perhaps he was just building up to that … perhaps he was just torturing her with anticipation … perhaps. “Does my little one like that?” The voice came from far across the room. Her body flung itself up from the bed to cower back against the headboard. It wasn’t her Masters hands on her. He laughed again and came to her side. The darkness that covered her eyes was nothing compared to the darkness that crept into the core of her being. He whispered down into her ear, “Which set of hands were mine and which weren’t? In fact, do you even know if my hands were the ones on you at all?” He laughed and went on, “I told you to stay in place and not to move, yet here you are sitting at the top of the bed curled up in a tiny ball.” A hand landed sharply on her right ass cheek to which a crack rang out through the room and in her ears. She whimpered and flinched, but did not move. “Will you be moving again my sweet slut?” She quickly shook her head no, and he moved back away from her to allow her to again lie on her back. Her hands slid over the cool sheets back up as if they were still tied. Somehow, she could almost feel him smiling and this thought calmed her once more even against her fears. Lips were at her neck without warning and a gasp escaped her parched lips. An ice cube ran over them to wet them and quench a bit of thirst, but most of the runoff trickled instead down her cheek and onto the pillow. The lips closed and suckled hard, drawing her skin away from her body before releasing. A body climbed onto the bed and sat beside her. She felt its weight shift as it moved around, and a knee nudged her legs apart where it finally settled between. Hands urged her to spread wider and as she complied, a long thick vibrator was shoved deep inside her dripping chasm. Every muscle in her clenched and relaxed against the impaling tool. It started to hum inside and she again reacted with a sharp inhale that she held until it started to fuck in and out of her with a steady rhythm. Moans filled her ears before she realized that they were coming from her. So many things were happening in such rapid succession that she barely had a chance to get used to one feeling before it was taken away and replaced with something else. However, this time, the vibrator continued its onslaught of her juicy cunt as fingers played delicately at her right nipple. This sent shock waves coursing through her and she bucked up against the vibrator. The fingers pinched and twisted hard – then gentle and smooth – then gone. His High Roller The fingers rippled over her stomach and down to open her trimmed pussy lips. The cool air rushed against her throbbing clit and she groaned full out loud. He laughed then, and she smiled knowing her Master was taking his girl just as he wanted. But, there were also obscure sounds coming from somewhere else in the room. Voices maybe, she had thought, but couldn’t be quite sure. The vibrator was taken out of her dripping cunt and before she had a chance to sigh, his mouth engulfed her mound, biting and suckling and nibbling and lapping. She began to writhe with pure pleasure to which her hips bucked up against his tongue. It slid over her clit repeatedly, bringing her closer and closer to that edge he knew she would hang onto as long as he wished. He loved to see her in this state – so dirty, so raunchy, and so needing. A low growl erupted from her lips as he pulled his flicking tongue back, but replaced it quickly with a tiny slap to her labia. She squealed and more muted sounds flowed to her earshot. All of a sudden, she became very self-conscious and held torturously still for what seemed to be ages. “What’s the matter my pet? Do you hear noises? Something troubling you?” He drawled lazily into her cunt lips as he returned to hungrily nibbling at her fleshy folds. She didn’t dare speak or even utter a sound. It was apparent that he wasn’t really interested in a response … it was the fact that he was taunting her and enjoying it thoroughly. Again, whispers were audible over the whimpers that were uncontrollably making their way out without her letting them. He quickly thrust three long fingers deep inside of her and without the slightest bit of gentility, he began fucking them furiously in and out of her depth. Shuffling sounds mingled with her cries of blissful passion. He growled and from time to time only managed to call to her – “MINE!” She knew this to be his way of telling her (and anyone else close enough to hear) that she belonged to no one else. It always sent shivers down her spine to hear his way of reminding her that she was his to do with as he pleased. Without warning, she was flipped over on her stomach with her ass being pulled high into the air like a choice cut of meat being inspected by a butcher for display. His hand was swift with its swing as an open palm landed directly in the middle of her left cheek. The pink glow was unmistakable as was the shrill cry of shock that followed. Another two blows came immediately after … then a pause … then alternating cracks brought her nether flesh to a crisp red. A soft caress eased the sting and the whimpers that always accompanied such blows. He rose up on his knees behind her, poising himself at just the right angle. Cock in hand, he started to rub the pulsing blood filled head against her tight pucker. He could almost swear to hearing her purr, but instead began stroking his thick member, pulling the already taut skin up and over the head and back all the way to the base. Such a delicious feeling, and yet he needed to stop – needed to remember what he was doing and focus. He held his engorged dick to her pussy hole and teased her there. Each time she would try to push back onto it, he would growl loudly … and each time he could feel her shudder in place and wait. Just as he was ready to thrust his rod deep into her slick heat, he reached up and pulled the blindfold from her eyes. Her vision only needed a few seconds to adjust to the light before she saw three people sitting directly in front of her while she knelt there helplessly on all fours, head laying on the bed and ass held high in the room’s light. Every inch of her body burned with the familiar glow of embarrassment as she recognized each in turn. There, watching her be toyed with all this time and about to watch her be fucked, was the dealer from the blackjack table and the couple who joined in their game. The smiles on their faces told a much deeper tale … one that said that this was all carefully planned in advance, and at last she knew what he had been keeping from her all day. Inside, a part of her loved this – loved being watched. However, another part of her felt as small as a speck, or at least she had wanted to be that tiny. As they stared at her, leering with horny eyes and wagging tongues, her Master forced his rock hard cock all the way into her fuckhole. A yelp belted out against the walls of the room, and the others stood and moved closer to the fornicating couple. They seemed to be examining every aspect of her flesh as well as his … the way it glistened under such strains, the way it moved as if it had a life of its own, the way it glowed with the feeling of fucking and being fucked. He bent low behind her down to her ear and a raspy whisper came forth, “See how they watch you? See how they enjoy watching a little slut be fucked properly by her Master? See how the men lick their lips in want of you? Maybe I should let them touch you. Maybe I should let them have a turn at my girl. What do you think my little bitch?” She shook her head no and cried out the word repeatedly. She almost felt as though she was going to cry, but she held it inside. He spoke again, “You know that I am the only one who will ever fuck you. And boy am I going to fuck my slut tonight!” She felt a wave of relief settle in because she knew it to be true, yet they were still watching her be taken and taken hard. They were truly getting to see how her Master uses a girl in every way. The woman knelt down in front of her and unzipped her dress to reveal a gorgeous set of tits that spilled out into her hands. She started to rub them vigorously and it was clear that she was very aroused. Her gentleman took the cue and pulled her to the side, but still where they could watch as well as be seen. He too unzipped his fly and took out his thick short cock. He pushed it to her face and as she closed her eyes, her mouth took him all the way in. His hips swayed against her bobbing head and they became a perfect picture of pleasure. The dealer then took her place directly in front of her as her Master continued to pound away in her pussy. She was starting to lose herself in his passion as it ebbed and flowed through her like the ocean at high tide crashes on the shoreline. The man already had his long rod in hand and was stroking it like a champ. His hand sawed away in time with her Masters hips as they pummeled his fucktool in and out of her repeatedly. Her eyes closed as she fell into a near trance-like state. All she could feel was him … all she wanted to feel and know and hear was him. One hand reached under and began diddling her clit while the other hand dug fingers into her hips, raking over her skin as he pulled her back to fuck his cock like the slut he wanted. “Pick up your thick vibrator slut!” She reached for it and as she did, she noticed that the dealer had shot a heavy load of cum all over his chest and was now letting the woman lick it off as her man fucked her from behind. This excited her to see all of a sudden and she yearned for her Master to take her sweet ass. Before she could say a word though, he must have read her thoughts. His cock was taken from her sticky depth and now played at her rear. “Put that vibe into your cunt and turn it on high bitch!” Right after the last word, he reached up and tangled his fist in her thick hair. She did as she was told and instantly, a thousand currents shot through her like a rocket. It was then that he made the popping sound that signaled what he was about to do. She often thought of how he had conditioned her to that sound and how it sent her into a tailspin. He took that opportunity to then push his cock head past the tightest part of her asshole and fuck his way through. She breathed as though she were doing Lamaze for a few seconds until he was all the way into her sweet ass. Taking his good old time, he petted the small of her back to sooth her into the motion and feeling. A wild scream was suddenly stopped midway through, and they both turned to look. There across from them was the woman lying on top of the dealer as he fucked her juicy cunt and the other guy was squatted above her impaling her ass with is hard member. His hands were roughly groping her breasts, leaving tiny red welts from where his fingers drug across each. Apparently, that scene was enough for her Master because he started to drill into her with a renewed ferocity that she seldom had the pleasure of receiving. His fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled her back onto his cock and then reached around to help her fuck that vibrator even harder into her slick pussy. Everything became a blur. All she knew is that she was going to pass out without release soon. Just then, his body started to convulse behind her. He grabbed another fistful of hair and bent her nearly in half as his cock exploded a huge spray of cum deep within her tight hole. His growls sent her careening over the edge just slightly and he knew it. “Don’t … you … dare … think … of cumming … yet … my bitch in … heat.” She bit into her bottom lip hard and fought to hold back the rushing of the crashing force. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she managed somehow to hold it for him. He never missed a beat, slamming his rod harder and harder into her rear. The fucking taking place near them was also winding down, and it seemed that she was the only one that hadn’t been permitted to cum. Something over took her and she found herself begging uncontrollably. “Please Master, let your girl cum. Oh my God I don’t think that I can hold it back much longer. Pleeeeeasssssssseeeeeeeeee Master. Oh please, I need it so bad. Please let me cum.” He smiled a long smile as he slowed his pace, yet now let her fuck herself with that long plastic tool. His fingers played softly at her clit, sending her right into orbit. “Who controls you my sweet little wench?” ”You do!!” “Who owns your every move, your every thought, your every desire?” “Oh Master, you do!” “Who controls when you cum slut?” “You do. Only you. Please Master, I can’t hold on any more. PLEASE!” One word and one word alone sent her spiraling over that edge down into oblivion. “Cum!” She shrieked as release gripped her core and ripped through her soul. It was a mixture of being swept up on a flurry of angel wings and cast down into the fiery pits of hell. Her body writhed beneath him, and he held her tight so that she would always know him to be there – even if she knew nothing else. Her fingers tore at the bed sheets and yanked them from their place. Her fists pounded against the mattress in an attempt to be rid of this fury that had possessed her. It was then that she started to hear the white noise rushing past her ears. It was like a thousand people whispering, yet not one word could be made out. Stars flashed like tiny pin pricks before her eyes, telling her she was about to pass out. And that was that. Her eyelids fluttered open to the soft light of a bedside lamp. He was cooing soft encouraging words into her mass of tangled tresses and nuzzling her neck with his nose. Everything came rushing back and panic overtook her. She sat up like a shot and looked around while quick bursts of breath were drawn in and out. The empty room seemed so quiet now and relief swelled in her chest. “Don’t worry baby, they’re gone now. You’re safe. You’re with me.” She smiled finally as her breathing began to slow down. He stroked her hair over and over while still whispering soft words of pride to her. She again closed her eyes and nestled down into his warm embrace. There, they both fell asleep amidst the never-ending flashing neon life of the city below.