7 comments/ 92724 views/ 5 favorites Luck Be A Lady By: Brockleigh Foreword: Yeah, I know it's a long one. It just ended up flowing on me. It could fit in a couple different categories, so I hope everyone enjoys. Don't forget feedback! *** “Holy shit, I don’t fuckin’ believe it.” That was all I could say after I checked my tickets. First off, my 6/49 lottery ticket had five out of six winning numbers, which according to the payout sheet paid $3,147.52 (Canadian). That was the bad news. The good news was the Pro-Line sports betting ticket that I had played. It was all long shots on baseball games. Stuff like the Tampa Bay to beat the Yankees by 2+ and the under. Cincinnati to beat Arizona by 2+ and the over. With my wager and all the multipliers, the Pro-Line ticket netted me $6,199.00. So I had close to ten thousand dollars of winning tickets in my hand and my head was spinning, wondering where to start. Well the first place to start was at my boss’s office, faking a sick gravelly voice and telling him I wasn’t feeling well. Mission Accomplished. The second was to drive into Toronto to the Ontario Lottery and Gaming Corporation offices and cash in my tickets. Armed with my winnings, I headed to the local branch of my bank to get the OLGC cheques cashed. Once I had the envelope stuffed with fifties and one-hundreds in hand, I had a decision to make. What to do with my money. Something the cashier at the bank said was resonating around my head. “This must be your lucky day. If I were you I’d ride it for all it’s worth.” Ride… maybe I should take it to the track. Mohawk and Woodbine racetracks were not to far away, maybe I could head on out and play the ponies. That thought lasted about two hot seconds before I dismissed it. I didn’t know a goddamn thing about horses, and the money would be gone in no time. The next thought that struck me was to head to a casino. There were a few casinos in Southern Ontario, three of them, in fact, with in driving distance. The one in Brantford I dismissed immediately: I’d heard it was almost all slot machines, and that didn’t appeal to me. So that left two options: Casino Rama in Orillia, about a two hour drive north of Toronto, or Casino Niagara in Niagara Falls. I thought Orillia at first, but as it was a Friday in June, the 400 North would probably be clogged solid with cottagers trying to escape the city. That, and I’d always loved the drive to Niagara. My decision made, I headed home, packed some stuff to stay away for the weekend, and headed south. Well, west first. You have to go around Lake Ontario to get to Niagara from Toronto, and it seemed interminable, although it only took 45 minutes, to make the first leg of my journey through all the smaller cities that blended into one another. Mississauga, Oakville, Burlington. Then you made the big sweeping bend through Hamilton and then you were south of the Lake heading east, and to the part of the drive that I loved, where you went through smaller and smaller towns. Stoney Creek, Grimsby, Beamsville, until there were just nameless hamlets, and trees, and vineyards, with the lake only two hundred yards on your left and the Niagara Escarpment on your right, so close it seemed you could touch it at some points. A peaceful, tranquil drive, steaming along through Niagara Wine Country at 130 km/h (until you get to the Seventh Street turn-off. The Ontario Provincial Police love to set up speed traps there). As I peeled off the Q.E.W. onto the 420, I really started to get excited. I’d accompanied some friends to Casino Niagara before, only bringing a couple of bucks with me, burning through that quickly on Video Poker while they played whatever. This time however, I was going to have some fun, no matter what luck held for me that day. Highway 420 is a very short expressway, turning into a regular street, and that street led you directly to the Casino. I drove past all the cheap parking vendors that I had parked at before and headed right for the hotel adjacent to the Casino. If I was coming down here, I was staying in style. I turned my car over to the valet at the hotel, and headed for the check in. Breezing past the gift shop (the one thing I hate about Niagara Falls: all the Canadiana kitsch), I headed for the front desk, greeted by a cherubic young girl, who eagerly sold me my room for the next two nights, giving me a run down of all the amenities that the hotel had to offer, gave me a room key, and welcomed me to Niagara Falls. I headed right upstairs to my room, the second floor from the top. The room was packed with goodies, like a Jacuzzi, a good-sized, well-stocked mini-bar, a king sized bed and a balcony overlooking the Falls. It wasn’t cheap, but hell, for once I could afford to spoil myself. I made myself a double rye on the rocks, sat back and enjoyed the view, smiling as I looked back and forth between the Horseshoe Falls on the Canadian side and the American Falls on the… well, American side. I smiled as I watched. The Canadian side was way better. I sat in my room, just relaxing as I looked over the tourist’s information provided in the room. Nothing really held my interest. I was here for one reason and one reason only: To test my luck. As I thought it over, two words sprung into my mind. ‘Sundowner’ and ‘Seductions’, two of the best strip clubs I had visited in my life, were side by side on Lundy’s Lane, and I quickly formulated a back-up plan. If my luck turned cold as hell on the Casino floor, and I was planning on losing all my winnings anyways, then I would cover myself in lap-dancers for the night and live like Hugh Hefner. There are far worse was to whittle away money. I knocked back the rest of my drink, checked my look in the mirror, and caught then next elevator to the main floor. The doors to the elevator opened and the first thing that struck me was the Hard Rock Café, which is part of the hotel/casino complex. I looked inside as I walked past the restaurant and thought I might stop in later for a Hendrix Burger, or whatever was on the musically themed menu. I turned my attention from the restaurant to the escalators that led to the gaming floors, smiling as I approached my destination. I smiled from ear to ear as I stepped off the escalator at the non-smoking floor. Stepping forward and looking around, I mulled over my options. The most striking and obvious option was the slot machines, but I had no interest in them. The feed-a-token-and-pull-the-handle routine left a too much to chance for my liking, and I preferred games where I had a little more control. Over to my left were some Blackjack tables, which seemed to strike my fancy, and I took a seat at one of the higher minimum tables. The dealer was a bored looking, forty-something guy who looked like he’d rather be doing anything than flipping cards, but the cards sure liked him in my first few games. I busted on my first three hands, and he beat me on the next two. The sixth game was no different, with me holding a jack and a two, and with him showing a nine. I shook my head, and tapped at the table for him to hit me, knowing full well what the result was going to be. The only surprise was that the exact card I had pictured getting showed up in from of me, and the queen of diamonds made me bust. I was getting the distinct feeling this table was cold and was about to leave when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this hot little blonde have a seat beside me. She looked over at me, gave a little polite smile and plunked down her chip to join the game. I had no reason to believe anything positive would come out of playing another hand at that particular table, but stuck around anyways. As the dealer laid out the cards for then next game, I tried to be discreet in looking over the new player. Long blonde hair, very very pretty face, a sweet little curvaceous body on her petite frame, and dressed classy and elegantly in a little red dress with matching red heels. I was still looking at her when the dealer’s voice brought me back to reality, “Black Jack.” “Hmm?” was my reply, and I looked down to my hand to see an ace and a king staring back at me. My face still registered shock as the dealer pushed two chips towards me to go alongside my bet, and continued dealing for my tablemate. She won as well, and turned and smiled a little more warmly at me. I looked into her blue eyes while I returned the smile, and was mildly annoyed at the dealer’s monotone, bored voice saying, “Will that be your bet for the next hand, sir?” I shot him a little dirty look as I took the two extra chips off the table and resumed playing. Somehow, starting with that game, my luck changed for the better. I only lost two out of the next fifteen hands, getting Black Jack six times, and far making up for my initial slump at the table. Red Dress beside me didn’t fare so well, seeming to only break even after all that play, and got up to leave. She looked at me, smiled warmly again and said sweetly, “Good luck.” “Thanks, eh.” I replied, “You too.” I watched those shapely legs walk away from the table and turned back to the game. Then I proceeded to lose the next four games. When the dealer pointed at the betting spot to ask if I wanted to play again, I got up from the table. “The girl leaves, and my luck goes with it,” I said with a wry smile, “What are the odds.” “Go figure,” the dealer replied with a tired, sardonic tone to his voice. I only responded with a look that said ‘fuck you’ and walked away. I headed for the main aisle again, wondering where to head next. As I looked around the floor, the pink neon of a restaurant on that floor beckoned to me. My stomach gurgled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and I headed inside the place to get one of their steak sandwiches. The restaurant was an elevated one, and as I munched on the sandwich, I looked down at the floor, trying to decide where to take my luck next. While I pondered my options, I also looked around for Red Dress again. I knew it was fruitless trying to find one person in the sea of humanity down there, and gave up, instead deciding to shoot some craps once I was done with my dinner. The cheque settled and my stomach full, I made my way over to one of the less busy craps tables. Again, this was a higher minimum table and there were only a few players surrounding it. I quickly wished a few more were playing, as the shooter’s touch was stone cold, throwing sevens at all the wrong times, ruining my Pass and Point bets. My eyes were glazing over as the elderly gentleman’s third seven in eight throws killed $80 dollars of my money from the table. It was all good for him however, as his sevens were paying dividends for him on his Don’t Pass bet, the whole one chip he had laid on the table. I was grumbling under my breath, about to decide if this was the game for me, when the dealer shouted “Alright, we have a new shooter!” I glanced over in a nonplussed fashion over at the end of the table to see the elderly gentleman walking away with his winnings, but my mood lightened considerably when I saw Red Dress slide in. She saw me and smiled again, this time warmly in a familiar kind of way, and took hold of the dice. I quickly placed a $40 bet on Pass, and on a hunch, placed a $40 bet on Any Seven. The blonde rolled the dice between her hands then casually threw them down the table. A Five and a Two. My mouth was agape as the dealer slid $40 dollars to match my Pass bet, and $160 dollars to accompany my Any Sevens bet. I smiled at Red Dress, and she at me as she saw my good fortune. She continued to throw lucky strikes for the entire time the dice was in her hands. There were a couple of long, drawn out series while I waited for her to throw the Point after the Come Out roll, but it all ended up working out for me, and I didn’t lose while she was the shooter. Alas, her luck was again mixed, and she surrendered the dice to someone else. As soon as I saw her start to leave the table, my instruction to the dealer was immediate, “Tray, please.” I slid the stacks of my winnings in the provided tray, and ran after her. She hadn’t gotten very far. “Hey,” I said as I came up beside her, “I can’t let you get too far away. You’re my good luck charm. I’m Brock, by the way.” I extended my hand with my introduction. “Stacy,” she said, looking at me with a funny smile that said she thought I was insane, but shook my hand anyways. “I’m glad my luck is working out for someone, I’m not doing that well myself.” I smiled as I listened to her voice, her Western New York State accent adding to my attraction to her. “Well the least I can do is buy you a drink. I feel like I owe you a little something for this,” I held up the three-stack tray filled with casino chips. Her eyes went wide as she saw all the chips. “You won all that at the craps table?” she started to laugh a little. I nodded and showed her how much I started with, and how much her presence at the Blackjack table and her shooting at craps netted me. She happily accepted my drink offer, and we headed to one of the many small bars on the casino floor. We ended up talking for about ninety minutes over a couple of drinks. It was one of those discussions where, although you’ve just met someone, you feel like you’ve known them for years. I can’t remember one awkward pause, or any disagreement in our conversation. While we talked, I saw her beautiful blue eyes soften even more, her head tilt to the side a little as I talked, felt her hand brush mine when she talked, and all the while I felt myself more and more drawn to her. She had come to Niagara Falls with a friend of hers who was visiting from Colorado, and they decided to skip across the border and have some fun over here. She was telling a funny little story about what happened to her and her friend while they were crossing the border, and as she started laughing her hand landed on my thigh and stayed there. After we stopped laughing, her hand stayed on my thigh, her eyes gazing deeply into mine, her lips slightly parted while she smiled at me. I knew I didn’t want to let this one go. I suggested we play a couple more games of something. She was hesitant at first but when I said I’d bankroll her, she shrugged and said ‘why not’. We walked towards the roulette tables, and I tentatively wrapped my arm around her shoulder, hoping it wasn’t too forward. On the contrary, she leaned into me a little as I guided her to one of the less busy tables. We arrived at the rail of the table, looking over the sparse number of bets placed by the players. She took a small stack of chips out of my tray, and made a couple of random bets, and I did likewise. The dealer spun the ball around the wheel, and when it landed, as it seemed to go prior to our drink, Stacy had mixed luck with her bets, but four of the five bets I placed came up roses. Red, Odd, Top Half and the Corners bet all came up for me, adding to my booty for the night. “I’m telling you, its because you are with me. I’m up three thousand dollars tonight, and that’s all your doing.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I spoke. We placed our bets for the next spin, and continued bantering back and forth, with me insisting she was the source of my good fortune, and she protesting that it was just happenstance. Our discussion was halted by the ball coming to a stop, with me again coming out with four of the five placed bets I made coming up winners. I looked at her with an expression that said ‘see?’. She responded by just shaking her head. I smiled and said, “I’ll prove it. What’s your birthday?” Stacy looked at me, unsure of where I was going and replied, “August 28th. Why?” My face was full of confidence as I took a stack of chips out of my tray, ten one-hundred dollar chips, the table maximum, and placed it on Black 28. Stacy’s eyes went wide, “Brock, that’s crazy, that’s a thousand dollars. You can still take it off the table.” I wasn’t worried. I was aware that the odds were hopelessly against me, but I was way up, and I was playing with the house’s money. Even if I bombed out on this pick, the money I won more than paid for my accommodations for the weekend, and any fun I could dream up of to indulge in. I still had this smug smile on my face, looking at Stacy, when I heard the clatter of the ball settling into it’s destination, and her eyes went wide again. I thought to my self ‘Naw, it couldn’t be’, and had started to turn to the wheel, when I heard the dealer clear his throat and in a shocked voice call out “Black 28.” I looked at the ball sitting in the Black 28 spot, and I did the simple math: one thousand dollars, multiplied by 35 to 1 odds, equaled $35,000. The first two words out of my mouth were a quiet, “Holy fuck.” The second two words were directed at the dealer, a little hoarse as I said, “Cash Out.” The pit boss came over to witness the paying out of my table winnings, when added to my previous winnings from the past few spins, totaled $35,860, added to my other game winnings of $3,520, and my lottery winnings of $9,346.52, meant that in 24 hours I had earned more than I had made in the last fifteen months of working. Best of all, according to Canadian tax law, it was all tax-free. The pit boss and security then accompanied me to the front desk of the hotel where I deposited all but $4,000 in the house safe. I stood there in the hotel lobby after all the casino staff had left, with Stacy and myself just staring and smiling at one another. “So, did you wanna get some dinner? I’m buying.” She laughed at that and those gorgeous blue eyes of hers looked deeply into mine as she nodded and said yes. “Well, lets see,” I continued, “There’s Rumours or The Hard Rock Café or…” I decided to press my luck one more time tonight, “…room service…” I half expected Stacy to slap my face and storm off. Instead she cocked her head with a coy expression on her face, which spread into that warm grin of hers, as she said, “Alright. Room service it is.” We headed to the elevator, and stepped inside as the doors opened. The elevator was empty, and I was looking forward to getting us upstairs and comfortable when I heard “Hold the elevator.” An arm slid in between the doors just as it was about to close, opening it back up, and suddenly ten people crashed into the elevator with us, pressing me back against the back wall with Stacy pressed right up to me face to face. Her hands were pressed against my chest and I held her at the waist as the invading party talked loudly and drunkenly. We paid no attention to them as we looked at each other, my hands gripping her waist a little tighter. The door opened at the floor the others had called, and as they all stepped out onto their floor, Stacy stayed exactly where she was, not moving away from me, her hands still on my chest. We were still gazing into each other’s eyes when the last of the drunken bastards looked back into the elevator just as the doors were closing, seeing the embrace Stacy and I were in and yelled out, “WoooHooo, someone’s getting lucky tonight!” I blushed and shot a furious glance to the now-closed elevator doors, flustered and hoping Peckerhead hadn’t spoiled the mood. Stacy responded by grabbing my chin, turning my face to hers, and kissing me so very softly, grazing her lips along mine, a slow tender kiss that made me close my eyes and moan. It was a wonderful moment, and was interrupted by the elevator bell signaling we had arrived on my floor. We walked to my room door, and once inside, Stacy marveled at the interior and sat on one of the very comfortable couches, getting relaxed as I poured a couple of drinks. We continued our conversation from earlier at the bar as we sat close to one another, holding hands, our thumbs tickling the backs of the other’s hand. “Wow, this is an amazing room, it’s way bigger than mine on the 11th floor…” Stacy said as she looked around the room again, then her face went pale like something had come over her and said, “My room… Oh my god, Tess!” Luck be a Lady He had no interest in Vegas . . . that's what he said. Didn't drink . . . didn't gamble . . . had no reason to go. So despite my best efforts to entice him, he wouldn't meet me there when I came to town. So, I packed in Vegas style. Every FMP, every short skirt, every glittery thing I owned went into the suitcase. Because even though he wouldn't be there, I wanted to look as hot as I could look, just for me. And so I went down to the casino, with cleavage and short skirt and high heels, just for sport. I sat down at a three card poker table, ready for a long haul in a good game. As I played, I began to feel someone looking at me -- not a huge surprise, because, after all, it's Vegas, and everyone checks their inhibitions at the door. I looked around a bit to try and determine where the look was coming from. No luck, so I concentrated on the game. The cocktail waitress came back around, and offered me a drink I hadn't ordered. She told me it was from a man 'over there' . . . I looked, and there he was. In a town he was sure he hated. I couldn't help but smile. I raised my glass to him, and continued playing for a bit. After a few minutes, I felt him walk up behind me. He whispered in my ear, "I came all this way to watch you play cards?" Needless to say, at that point playing cards went out the window. I finished the hand, colored up, and stood up to look him in the eye. "So what brings you here?" I asked. "You know damn well why I'm here," he said. "Shall we?" So he and I play odd games . . . one chases, one resists, and this night would be no different. I knew of a band he would like that was playing in town, and suggested we go there to dance. His look told me that was not at all what he had in mind, but he gave in. So we went, and we danced ... in ways that should be considered illegal. Just short of finding a janitor's closet, I asked if he'd like to go back to my hotel. No surprise that he considered that a good idea. The cab ride home was crazy . . . my hands on his cock outside his pants . . . his hands up my skirt . . . pretending the cab driver had no idea what was going on. I probably would have fucked him in that cab, but I had better ideas of how the night would go . . . We got back to my room, and he put me up against the wall for an unbelievably hot kiss. After a minute or so, I broke it off and told him to sit on the bed. He made mild noises of protest . . . I promised him it would be worth it. I'd brought speakers with me, and considered which music I would play. Decided on Chaka Khan's "Ain't Nobody" . . . and told him to sit on his hands while it started. I was already wearing something I knew he'd like -- short black skirt, boots with 4 inch heels, shirt which left not much to the imagination. Now it was time to take it off . . . So I channeled my inner slut and did a striptease for him. I told him his hands had to stay out of commission, but to the beat of the music I began to undress myself, and then worked on him. By the time I started unbuttoning his shirt, I was doing a lap dance for him in bra and thong and boots, and I could tell it took all he had not to grab me. I'd tease him with a bit of a kiss, then back my ass up against his cock . . . and then, of course, move away. I knew he wasn't much of a drinker, but there was a bottle of Patron in the room, and I decided he should do a body shot from me. There was salt on a room service tray. I let him lick a trail between my breasts . . . poured the salt on it . . . fed him a shot . . . then had him lick the salt. That was almost more than I could take -- I grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to my insanely wet pussy. No shock that I came the minute he touched it . . . And of course, at that point, I realized I was torturing myself just as much as him. I finished taking off his clothes, and pushed him back on the bed. I decided he shouldn't drink alone. I made a salt trail on his cock, did a shot, then took him in. After, I leaned down to kiss his lips as I mounted that beautiful, hard cock and began to ride him, slowly at first, my back arched, feeling nothing but him inside me. I took off my bra as I fucked him, so that he could tease my nipples in that delightful way he has. Every minute or so, I'd lay down and get from him a hard, deep kiss . . . having to stop every now and then as he made me cum. I'd lost count of how many times, and realized he'd not yet had his favorite thing from me. As much as I wanted him to cum in my pussy, I realized we had all night. So I moved off of him, and started teasing . . . with my fingertips on his inner thighs, my tongue on his chest and stomach, gradually moving down to take his cock in my mouth. Slowly, softly at first, just lips and tongue on the very head, then gradually drawing more and more of him in . . . sucking softly, then harder, then pulling his cock all the way into my throat and fucking him with my mouth. He made that noise which is indescribable, but that I love, which meant I was doing something right . . . I looked in his eyes while I sucked him -- him knowing that I wanted him to explode in my mouth so I could swallow. I varied the tempo -- slow and soft, then hard and fast, back and forth, with his balls in my hand and his cock in my mouth, and I could feel how close he was. I stopped for one second to say, "Cum for me, baby," then did all I could to make that happen. And he did . . . all the way into my mouth and throat . . . and it was all that I wanted. I kept my mouth on his cock for a bit after it was done -- sucking lightly for the aftershocks. I finished undressing, then I moved my naked body up against him, curled up, kissed him for a while . . . and told him to rest up, because I was not yet done with him. He fell into a peaceful sleep, and I began to think about round two . . . Luck Be A Lady She pulled slightly away from my shoulder as she recovered slowly, her breathing rapid and short as she clung to me, her eyes still closed as the aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her. After a short eternity of her clutching against me, she opened her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes staring into mine with the same look I had given her with our first embrace on the couch. Her fingers ran through my hair just above my right temple as she just stared at me. I wasn’t uncomfortable under her gaze; on the contrary, it comforted me, and stirred my longing for her. Her fingers slipped out of my hair and landed upon the cheek below, a touch that made my eyes close involuntarily with it’s tenderness, and then spoke in a whisper so low I almost didn’t hear it, “Follow me.” Stacy got up and guided me towards the bed, climbing atop it, and lay down on her side. I smiled as I saw her there and joined her at the foot of the bed, taking hold of her foot and kissing up along the length of her leg. As I kissed higher, she rolled onto her back, and I looked up at her over her glorious figure up into those eyes as my lips worked their way up her leg. I saw the expression upon her features, that downward gaze in her eyes that can be mistaken for nothing but unbridled lust. As my mouth had reached the middle of her thigh, her legs parted wide for me. I smiled inwardly, and continued kissing up the inside of her thighs, and just as my mouth was about to reach her folds, I felt her hands grip my head, lightly, yet firmly, her palms under my jaw line as he guided me higher up her body. “No. Now.” Was all she said quietly as she lifted me up to her face, kissing me deeply while I lay atop her, the underside of my shaft pressed against her sex. She grabbed my member, and with an almost frantic fumbling, positioned the head just inside her wetness, and tensed her hips, leading me inside her sheath. It was my turn to gasp now, as the silky soft sensation of my shaft gliding over her velvet walls shut out all my other senses for a brief, glorious moment, and then I came back down from that nirvana, remembering that I was kissing her. My tongue tangled sensually with Stacy’s as I held myself up over her, my shaft plunging into her already, breathing hotly into her mouth as her moist core excited me exponentially. I broke the kiss and looked down at her, all the while my length lanced into her sex, watching as her eyes closed, her head turned just a little to the side and whimpered again, that sweet sound making my shaft swell even more. My own breathing became erratic as this incredible creature allowed me inside her, permitted me to pleasure her, her hands sliding along my sides gripping me every now and then as she felt me bury myself as far as I could inside her. The bed shook just a little with our lovemaking, my thrusts deep, yet slow, trying to make this last as long as I could. I watched Stacy’s hand come off my side and move to her breast, cupping it, caressing it, then moved to the other to repeat the same attention. Seeing Stacy touch herself like that made me lose my composure a little, and the slow lovemaking I had in mind was lost, my shaft buried deep into her sex, withdrawn quickly, and then slammed back into her. Over and over I sank my shaft into her like that, feeling her sex moisten around me with the more vigorous penetration. Her free hand slipped around the back of my neck, pulling her shoulders up off the bed as her back arched, “Oh god, yes, Brock, fuck me.” she said, thrilling me even more, making my shaft power even deeper into her depths. Her moans and my gasps seemed to blend together, the bed rocking now with the strength of my thrusts. My gasps became grunts as I felt my passion rise, and Stacy’s eyes briefly shot over towards Tess, and then an anxious look up at me, wordlessly telling me to keep it down lest we wake our companion. I smiled warmly as I closed my mouth, and concentrated on breathing thru my nose while my hardness slid hard and deep into her. Our eyes locked on one another, Her blue eyes staring into my grey ones as we made love, approaching our respective releases. Her’s seemed to come first, as her eyes remained fixed upon mine, but her head tiled back, digging into the mattress while I felt her legs spread even wider. Her hands clutched at my hips, holding on tightly to them. There was no sound coming from us save for the staccato sound of my breathing and the slight liquid sound of my shaft delving into her. The wordless, soundless passion between us seemed to excite me all the more, and I felt that familiar tingle in my groin that started to radiate out to the rest of my body. Stacy’s head remained pressed against the mattress, but her eyes widened, her mouth agape as her orgasm hit her at the same moment mine did. My shaft exploded inside her depths, my load erupting into her moist core, coating her walls, as I clenched my eyes tightly in my effort to remain quiet, grinding my teeth as the force of my own climax hit me like a tidal wave, crashing down hard on me. My eyes opened to see Stacy’s mouth still open wide, but her eyes shut tight as her head rocked slowly from side to side. Her fingernails again dug into me as she held onto my waist, and then she relaxed her grip upon me. Her eyes opened as my thrusting slowed, and her hands moved from my waist into my hair as he and I looked for a long, long moment into each other’s eyes, before she pulled my head down to hers to engage me in a slow, languid kiss. My shaft throbbed the last emanations of my climax while we kissed, and then I rolled off of her, slid the bed covers over us, and lay with her as we recuperated from the intense climax, her head on my shoulder as we drifted off to sleep. I awoke hours later in the dark to the sound of the wind coming through the balcony doors, my eyes fluttering open as the sheer drapes blew into the room. Groggy and sated, I smiled one of those happy, satisfied smiles as I moved my arm to where Stacy slept to draw her closer and felt… Nothing. My eyes snapped open immediately as the tiredness left my body instantly. I looked over on the other side of the bed to see it vacant. I looked around the suite, a little disoriented from my slumber and then remembered Tess. I glanced over in the darkness to where she had been sleeping before, and found the couch just as empty as the bed. I tried to put two and two together, wondering why they would have left in the middle of the night without a sound. It took a few moments as I went over the possibilities. Panic then struck me. “Don’t tell me they fucking robbed me, did they?” I said to myself. I threw on a robe and hurriedly went to where I had left my pants before, near the Jacuzzi. Searching my pockets, I pulled out my wallet, and saw all the money I had brought up from front desk still inside it. Another search revealed that my car keys were still in my possession. A little confused, I looked around the room, seeing if anything was missing. Nothing. Everything was where it had been left before I had fallen asleep. Not even a towel was missing from the bathroom. They just appeared to have left, leaving me alone in my suite. I admonished myself for thinking of the ladies as thieves, and then a little wistful as I was already starting to miss their company, when a soft sound caught my ear. “Ohhhhhhh.” The soft moan came from the balcony, the one part of the suite I hadn’t searched. I smiled as I realized that the ladies were outside, and wondered what they were up to the sheer drapes were rustling just enough that I couldn’t see all that well outside. I walked to the doorway, pushed aside the drapes, and was quite astonished at what I saw. Stacy and Tess were more than just friends. I was surprised, but very much aroused to see the clinch that the two ladies were in, both were nude, with Tess seated upon one of the deck chairs on the balcony, with Stacy positioned over her, one foot on the chair, both hands holding onto the balcony railing. My position coming onto the balcony was behind Stacy, and I as I stepped outside, Tess saw me from between Stacy’s legs, smiled, and went back to doing what she had been doing before: eating Stacy’s snatch. I leaned against the balcony doorframe, smiling as I witnessed Tess’s tongue running over Stacy’s folds, her hands gripping the backs of Stacy’s thighs. Stacy, for her part, hadn’t seemed to notice me, her long blonde hair cascading down over one shoulder, her head turned to the side, eyes closed while she enjoyed Tess’s ministrations upon her. Tess changed her grip upon Stacy; her fingernails lightly raking the tender flesh where her backside met her thigh while her tongue probed the blonde’s sex. I could hear Tess’s heavy breathing as she toiled upon Stacy’s sex, seeing her long, talented tongue pushing between the blonde’s folds, licking at her sensitive flesh. Stacy’s hips undulated as she tried to amplify the pressure against Tess’s tongue, her moans so soft, lost among the noise of the wind rushing by the building, and the rushing water from the Falls in the distance. I stepped away from the balcony doorway, and moved to the other deck chair only a couple of feet away from the ladies. I sat back and watched the Sapphic display from the side, seeing Stacy’s breasts swaying a little as they hung underneath her frame, her face turned towards me, but her eyes still closed, her brow furrowed a little, her mouth slightly agape, opening a little with every one of her moans. Then her eyes opened and she saw me, and she merely looked at me while Tess went down on her. Not a look of surprise or recognition, she merely looked at me, but unblinkingly as she rode Tess’s tongue. Her eyes looked at me, they seemed a little unfocused, but stayed on me for a while, and then she closed them and tilted her head, her hand straying down between her thighs to Tess’s hair, lightly gripping the redhead’s mane as Tess’s mouth continued it’s efforts on her wetness. I watched Stacy’s hand caress the other woman’s head, Tess just a silhouette, backlit from the balcony lights. I watched the redhead’s tongue dart out to lick at the blonde’s wetness, and saw Stacy’s back arch from the effects from every delicate touch from Tess’s tongue. I didn’t dare reach out to touch Stacy or Tess; for fear that I might ruin the beauty and the sensuality of the moment. Instead, I leaned back on the chair I sat on, parted my robe, and stroked my solid shaft. My hand closed over my member and pulled back on the foreskin, exposing the purple head. I groaned as the foreskin settled past the last ridge on the helmet of my shaft, and I took my index finger and smeared the pre-cum that oozed out of the slit at the end of my length. My grip tightened on myself as my hand started to travel back and forth over my turgid cock from the bottom of my cock head to the midway point of my dick and back again, short, rapid strokes while I watched Tess lap at Stacy’s sex. The blonde’s eyes opened half-way again as I pumped my fist back and forth over myself, and again, just looked at me, registering nothing it seemed, then traveled down to the motion in my lap. Her eyes stayed impassive, just seeming to watch me touch myself, but it was the sharp intake of breath as she watched me jack off that told me she enjoyed my display. Tess’s timing could not have been better, for a moment after Stacy gasped at watching me stroke off, the redhead raised her hand and slipped a couple fingers into Stacy’s wetness. Tess’s elbow jutted out from between Stacy’s legs as she delved her fingers into the blonde’s depths, and from the motion that I could see, the fingers thrust deep inside her, trying to coax Stacy’s release from her Stacy’s knees seemed a little unsteady as the fingers added to the sensations Tess’s tongue brought her, and her eyes closed for a moment as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Her blue eyes opened again, and her gaze stayed riveted upon my member, watching as my hand moved up and down it’s length, seeing the flesh stretch and relax as my fist clenched and pumped my rod. Her breathing came faster, and her breaths turned to whimpers, followed by her whimpers turning to moans. Those moans came faster and faster until they melded into a scream, her hips quivering as she held onto the balcony railing, riding Tess’s fingers and tongue. Her head turned away from me, snapping forward, and thrown backwards, letting me see her lovely profile ass she came in front of me, her screams lost in the noise of the street below. Stacy held herself over Tess for a few long moments before weakly climbing down from her perch above Tess. The redhead smiled like the cat that ate the canary, licking her lips and gazing at her fingers, glazed with Stacy’s juices, then turned towards me, seeing my hand slowing it’s pumping at my length. She smiled, then looked back up into my eyes, and held up her nectar-coated fingers, offering them to me. I grinned as I got up off the chair I was on and knelt before Tess, taking hold of her wrist and guiding her fingers to my lips, groaning onto her digits as I tasted the heady flavour of Stacy’s arousal. I closed my eyes as I sucked the juices from the offered fingers, and once I tasted the last of them, I took Tess’s fingers from my mouth and drew her into a deep kiss, my tongue soft against hers as I explored her mouth, greedily searching between her lips for any hint of the nectar I sought. Tess moaned into my mouth as she sank into the kiss, and moaned even further as I brought my hand up to her chest and captured one of her heavy breasts in my hand, my thumb brushing over the nipple as I felt the weight of the orb in the palm of my hand. I heard a quiet groan from Stacy behind me as she watched me kiss her lover, and I broke the kiss to look at her. Her eyes still flashed with lust as she watched me kneel in front of Tess, and said, “Maybe we should move inside?” I glanced at Tess, and she nodded back to me with a smile of anticipation on her face. She got up quickly from the chair, took me by the hand and led me to the doorway, collecting Stacy’s hand as she led us both back inside. She headed directly for the bed, and slid on top of it at the foot, her body parallel to the bottom edge of the mattress, her legs dangling over to the side. She called my name and beckoned me to come closer, her eyes locked upon my still hard shaft as I moved to stand beside her. She gripped my cock as I got within arms reach, and guided me to her mouth, taking my member between her lips, the velvet feel of her tongue on the underside of my shaft like a little slice of heaven. I doubled over at the delightful sensation of her mouth enveloping me, and bridged myself over her, my hand holding the mattress on the other side of Tess’s head as I fought to retain my balance. My free hand snuck back down to Tess’s ample chest, gathering one of her full breasts into my hand while she sucked upon me, manipulating her supple breastflesh. I looked over at Stacy as she stood close by with a wicked smile upon her face, and looked back into my eyes as she asked the silent question, ‘Enjoying yourself?’ I could only muster a smile as Tess’s lips traveled up and down my shaft, but the smile seemed to have it’s effect. Stacy stepped closer, stepping between Tess’sshapely legs and kneeling between them. Her hands massaged the redhead’s thighs, her fingers playing with the sensitive flesh at the top of her legs. Tess wantonly spread her legs at first, and then brazenly lifted them in the air, still spread wide, but with her toes pointed towards the ceiling. Stacy’s face was an expression of lust, as she seemed drawn towards Tess’s charms, her face half-hidden by Tess’s clean-shaven mound ass he returned the favour that Tess had provided on the balcony. The reaction from the redhead was immediate, and a guttural moan emanated from her adding to the effect on my shaft as her wet, sloppy blowjob continued. I felt the moan vibrate my shaft, and my back arched, my head thrown back as the feeling was almost electric, the way the shock traveled through me. My breathing quickened as the sensation of Tess’s warm wet mouth surrounding my manhood, the suction she placed on it made my head spin a little. I forced myself to concentrate, taking hold of the nipple on breast my hand had covered, holding the nipple stem between my thumb and forefinger, and pulling upon it, lifting the breast by the nipple. I wiggled my fingers as if I were ringing a small bell, and watched the ripple effect along Tess’s ample breast as it shook, concentrating on it as I tried to compose myself, not wanting to orgasm too soon. It was difficult, however, because of the masterful job Stacy was doing between Tess’s legs, or so it seemed by the moans coming from the redhead as they became stronger and more frequent. I looked down Tess’s body and watched Stacy go down on her bald snatch with wild abandon, watching her ardent dedication as she attacked the redhead’s wetness. She feasted upon Tess as if her sex was the last thing she could ever taste, and the expression on Stacy’s face, although her eyes were closed as she ate Tess’s pussy, was one that said she loved every second of what she did to the woman lying before her, that she savoured every drop of Tess’s nectar that she could get to, then burying her tongue in between Tess’s folds. Tess groaned lustily as she felt the tongue slip inside her, and pulled her knees back towards her chest, giving me a better view of her sex as Stacy went down on her. The blondes head moved languidly at first, and I watched with fascination as she went down on her lover, seeing her tongue work over Tess’s folds, watching the soft probing as she withdrew her tongue from inside the redhead, licking slowly at the exterior of her wetness, tracing along the contours of Tess’s petals, exploring every crevice and rise of her delicate nether lips, before moving her tongue higher to her clit. Stacy’s tongue fluttered over Tess’s clit, so rapidly I could hardly believe it, whipping the bud with her tender affections, leaving the redhead writhing on the bed as she took me deep between her lips, transferring the pleasure she received from the blond goddess to my shaft as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth. Tess’s mouth slowed a little in it’s journey back and forth over my shaft as the sensations she felt from Stacy’s tongue caused her to lose focus on fellating me, instead just moaning upon my hardness as she lifted her hips a little towards Stacy’s talented tongue. Tess pulled my member from her mouth as she looked down between her legs to the gorgeous woman working her magic on her, breathing heavily, encouraging the blonde, “Oh yes, Stacy, Yes, baby… Eat me… Make me cum…” Tess’s head tilted back, pressing into the mattress as Stacy’s tongue snaked inside her, drawing out one long gasp from her before she gripped my shaft again and fed it to her mouth, taking me between her lips once again, her head bobbing back and forth. I doubled over again, both hands on the mattress as I held myself over Tess, almost motionless as I let her lips glide quickly over my shaft, my mouth agape as I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf my length. My eyes closed again as her moans came louder and louder, although muffled by her full mouth, until soon she took me out from between her lips, calling out as her release came swift and powerful, her heavy chest shaking as she bucked against Stacy’s tongue, sliding her free hand down to Stacy’s head, her fingers combing through her hair, running through her golden locks as the blonde licked her to her climax, seeming to revel in her spot between Tess’s legs, her tongue lapping relentlessly at Tess’s wetness as the redhead screamed out the blonde’s name, quick gasps followed by heated moans as she came hard on Stacy’s mouth.