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Casino

By: Buffffy



After our wonderful visits in NY, you decided to come visit me on the coast. Any visit to the coast naturally necessitates a visit to the casinos. I took you to the most beautiful one for our special night.

Our first stop was for dinner. It has several nice restaurants, but you wanted to spoil me and so you took me to the best. I was wearing a gauzy sundress without panties just like you prefer. You had on a nice pair of slacks and casual light blue shirt that offset your eyes. You know I love those blue eyes. 

The waiter sat us towards the back at a very intimate table. We ordered prime rib, you medium and me rare, and you selected a nice wine. The wine came and we were chatting, but both of us felt that urge to be daring. You slipped off your loafer and started to rub me under the table with your foot. Not to be outdone, I took my high heeled foot and started to tease your cock. I could feel you already getting hard. 

"Umm, David. Remember the idea I had about a wineglass," I purred. Your eyes widened at the memory. "Uh huh." I took my glass and slugged down the wine. "Here," I said. 

"Go to the men's room and fill this up for me. I'm very thirsty." You smirked, not sure I meant it, and then jumped up when you saw I did. "right back," you stammered. A very few minutes passed and you were right back, holding a nice glass of fresh creamy white cum. I licked my lips when I saw the glass. 

"Oh baby, I'm impressed," I purred again. I reached for the glass and you shook your head. 

"Tell me how much you want it." I grinned. I love your little games. "David, I want it really bad. Let me have your cum." You shook your head no. "You don't sound too convincing. Put more feeling into it." I smiled again. "David, I want to roll your cum around my mouth. I want to savor every salty drop. Mmmm honey, please let me have it. I want to feel it slide down my throat."

"Nope. You didn't say it." I put my tongue in my cheek and smiled again, "Give me that cum. I need that cum. You know I'm a cum whore." I must have said it a little louder than I realized because of table of four businessmen looked up and stared at me. You saw their reaction and made a dramatic gesture of handing me the glass. Of course by now, I was totally into turning them on and I made a big deal. I took a little swig, just on the tip of my tongue. I let some slide into the back of my mouth and swished it around. I took my finger and scooped off some from the glass that I had purposely let drip. The whole dog and pony show. I finished every drop and then ran my tongue over my lips and said, a little louder, "God, I love cum. Nothing tastes better." The one guy almost fell off his chair. Then I looked straight at them and said, "oh it's true. I could drink gallons of it."

The youngest one of the guys, a guy around 35, couldn't let that one go. "I doubt that honey." Hook, line and sinker. I had them. "Well, this is a casino. What do you want to bet?" The other guys all laughed. None of them thought I was serious except the young one. "I'll bet you a $1000."

"Mmmmm. And if I lose?" He thought about it for a minute and looked at you, paused, thought a little more and then said, "I get to take you to my room and fuck you all night." I looked at you and could tell you were so excited. You nodded your head and I said, "you're on." Meet me out in the main lobby in five minutes.

You poured me another glass of wine and I sipped it nonchalantly. 

Five minutes later we all met in the lobby. "Where's the glass," the young guy asked. "Glass? I want it straight from the container. I love cock."

"Geez, you beat everything lady."

"So, how about we all go up to your room to conduct this little bet?" The guys all looked at each other and nodded. Up we went.

We were all in the room, and they all were sort of standing around 'like what do we do now'? You walked over and sat down in a chair and I walked over to the bed. When I sat down, I sat so they could see that I didn't have panties on. The grey haired man, about 50, was fidgeting and sweating a little. "Let's see what everyone has. Take out those cocks so I can see what the competition is." I looked over at you and said, "oh you too big boy. There are five cocks here and I better get them all." Zippers flew open. I pointed to the grey haired guy and said, "you first." He stumbled over to the bed and I went to work. I moaned and sucked and slurped, making it noisy and sloppy and he was done in no time. He seemed relieved. I took the other two the same way, leaving the young guy for last. I knew he would be so hot by then and I wanted to really make him beg. It came to his turn and I told him to lie down on the bed. I got up and straddled him, my ass in his face, the dress hiked up. He was almost as big as you, but not nearly as thick so taking him deep in my throat was easy. I took my time though, doing his balls, licking up to his ass. I wanted to make him really hot. And it did. He pulled me to his face and started to lick my wet pussy at the same time. It started to be a real contest then to see who would cum first. He worked my clit with his tongue, flicking and licking as he put one finger into my wet hole. I kept to the challenge and worked his cock deep and hard. He inserted another finger into me. I could feel myself closer but kept concentrating. Then the third finger and I was out of my mind. He was stretching me wide, moving his fingers furiously. I started to shake and quiver and then let out a stifled moan on his buried cock. He kept working the fingers and I sucked faster and he came. And he came. And he came. I gulped and drank, almost choking, but wanting all that cum bad. He kept coming and I kept gulping and he kept licking and moving those fingers and I came again. I almost collapsed on the bed. The other three guys were just staring, stroking their cocks, hypnotized by the show. I got up and moved off of him and looked at you. You were wild with excitement. 

"Your turn, darlin," I said. You came over to the bed and said, "not your mouth whore. Get on your hands and knees." I assumed the position as you love to say and you started to rub the juices that were pouring out of my pussy on my ass. You didn't really take time to prep me. You just wet your dick and started to shove it into my ass. Hard. Deep. I cried out in some pain since you hadn't been in my ass since NY, but the pain eased and the fullness started to take over my senses. You started to move in and out faster and faster and one of the guys came and put his newly hard cock at my lips. I sucked him in and worked him hard. 

Every movement you made into me forced him deeper into my mouth. I was nearly gagging on him, but you didn't stop. Finally he came and the assault stopped. But you were still pounding hard, right to your balls, fingering my pussy and I was wild with lust. When I came this time, it was so hard I fell onto the bed. You filled my ass with your hot cum and the feeling soothed me. You pulled out and I could feel streams of you pouring out my ass. I reached my hand back and scooped some on my fingers and brought it to my mouth. 

The young guy stood by the edge of the bed, his cock ready again and he looked at me with a question in his eyes. Did I want more, they said. I reached up and pulled his cock to my lips. I licked and teased him and sucked lightly on the head. The look on his face. He knew this blowjob was costing him a $1000 and loved every minute. I gave him his money's worth. Spent, he pulled back and looked at me in amazement. "Ahhh, I think you won." I laughed. 

"Yeah, I think so. I'm going to the ladies room." I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, the other three guys were gone. Just the young guy had stayed with us. He reached into his wallet and counted out ten $100 bills. I looked at you and smiled with pride. 

"So," I said. "How about double or nothing?" 

He laughed. "I don't take sucker bets. I know I'll lose." I looked my sweetest flirtiest little look. 

"Chicken." He looked at you and then at me. "Here's the bet. The two of you fuck me all night long. And if I ask you to stop, I lose. Anyway you want. As much as you want. One at a time or both of you."

"Holy shit. You can't be serious."

"Oh she's serious. She can't get enough cock."

"Ah, I can't afford that bet. I think you'll win."

"Ok. I understand." I started to walk to the door and he said, "Wait." I stopped but didn't turn around. I had a big grin on my face. I was going to be a major slut and make $2000 too. I was loving it. "Ok, it's a bet. Stay." I turned around and pulled the dress over my head. There I was, naked except for nice spiked heels. 

The next morning I walked over to the blackjack table and put down a nice bet. I doubled down and won. Guess it was just my lucky day at the casino.

Casino



"I tell ya Joe, it was the most amazing thing, in all my years playing slots here, and I've never seen a streak like that."

"He make much money?"

"He made some," Charlie said, moving his hands as he talked, "maybe a thousand." He felt them tremble some as he ran one up though his thinning hair, "But that's not it man, there is more."

"A thousand, that ain't so much, hell I seen a guy..."

"Listen to me Joe, there's more, I saw it all," he said, shuffling up in the long, long line leading from the player's club windows. "Let me tell you, cause I saw it all, from the time he walked into the Casino until he staggered out of here counting his money, tipping everyone who even looked like they worked here."

"Is this one of those all day stories of yours, one of those that you forget the end just as it's starting to get good?"

"Will you let me tell the story?"

"Okay, go on, go on."

"Well here he comes, walking past the buffet line..."

"Oh yeah man, you see how long it was today?"

"Joe!"

"Okay, okay, tell your story."

"Thank you," Charlie said as he inched up in the line. "You see, he comes walking in past the buffet line, yeah that long buffet line." He paused, waiting for some comment from Joe, when he finally raised his hands in exasperation, Charlie continued, "He wasn't alone, he walked up with his wife, a pretty sort, a bit chunky for my taste, but yes, beautiful red hair."

He paused again, wondering just how real that color was. "Anyway, you could tell they've been here before, they seemed to know just where to go. I watched both of them walk up to a Player's Club window and pick up a card. There were no lines then, nothing like this mess," he whispered nodding his head to the long snake of people that seemed to wrap in on itself several times.

"He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and they kind of split up, her heading for the bar and the video poker games while he headed over to one of the slots. He passed up several of the all electronic ones, finally finding one that, although you could push just buttons, there was also an arm you could pull. I later heard him say, to one of the people watching, that his daddy once let him play one of those bandits in some airport somewhere, and damned if he didn't win twenty bucks with one pull.

"Once he found the right machine, how he knew it was the right machine, I'll never know, but it turned out to be one on the end, so I could see it all from my machine. Anyway, he gets his little bucket of coins, he was playing quarters, he gets his bucket of coins and feeds about a half dozen into the machine and gives it a pull. He calmly watched the spinning bars and cherries, and carrots and potatoes..."

"Carrots and potatoes? Hell these machines..."

"Work with me here Joe, will ya? I couldn't see what kind of fruits and vegetables were spinning on the machine. He played a few more times... Hey, hey fellah, the line starts back there. Damn, I've never seen it like this," Charlie said, elbowing the guy out of the way.

"Where was I?" he started again, "oh yes, the cauliflowers spinning on the machine," nodding his head to Joe, who just held up his hands. "Anyway, he misses a few more times, when I notice him smile a bit and glance over his shoulder, as if someone was there. Well, he looked a bit confused, but went back to the machine, putting his hand gently on the arm, as if it could fall and break. He pulled his hand away, looked at it and rubbed it with his other hand. He reached back to the arm and pulled, jerking his hand away and looking at it again. He looked over both shoulders, as if someone were there, but nobody was near him.

"I thought he was gonna get up and leave, but his machine hit. Nothing big mind you, I heard a few quarters fall into the hole. He seemed to settle in a bit, pulling the arm ever so gently. Well, he keeps looking around, like somebody's there, but still nothing. He keeps pulling the arm hitting a second and third time, again, just a few quarters.

"Well, he goes to hitting on every pull, five, six, now seven times in a row," he paused, watching Joe shake his head, scratching his stubbly chin. They inched forward a little and he continued, "Mind you, he's not hitting anything big, a few quarters here and a few quarters there, but he keeps hitting, nine, ten, fucking eleven times in a row. Well he's starting to draw a crowd, all that dinging and quarters falling and falling."

"Suddenly, he stands up again and stares down at his crotch, then remembering there are people now watching, he slowly sits down. From my vantage point, I could see his casual move of the hand as he adjusted himself."

"Well, Christ almighty, eleven times in a row and I'd have a hard-on too."

"Hang on Joe, this guy acted surprised. He peeked over his machine, and I saw his wife wave to him. He kind of sat down and guiltily fidgeted in his seat. Through it all, he kept pulling, fifteen, sixteen, it was amazing. I noticed him moving a bit strangely, closing his eyes and raising his hips with each pull. As he continued, he moved more and more. He was up to twenty, twenty-one when I heard his first moan.

"His right hand held the slot machine arm, but he left hand was between his legs, as if cradling something. Shit, Joe, if I didn't see differently, I'd swear he was getting a blow job. Twenty-five, twenty-six and by now his wife had wondered over, but he didn't notice. He was getting a blow job all right, just there didn't seem like anyone was there. All the people where chanting, go, go, go, but from what I saw, I was chanting cum, cum, cum."

"As he hit forty in a row, he damn near fell off his seat, and his wife, I guess recognizing that look, just figured that he was just getting off on the winning. She was chanting with the rest of them, so I shouted louder, cum, cum, cum. She looked over at me and shrugged her shoulders and copied me. Soon everyone was chanting, cum, cum, cum."

"Sixty! Hitting sixty he let out a loud moan and pushed his hips forward, his wife grasping his shoulder. I watched as he eased back into his seat, noticing a tell tale stain expanding in his lap. Who ever gave him a blow job, didn't take it in her mouth, cause it was running down his leg."

"Realizing what happened, his wife 'accidentally' spilled her drink in his lap, splashing all over his spermy stain. He looked up at her and then nodded his head, guiltily. I watched her grab his chin and say, 'That was the sexiest thing I have every seen.' He looked confused, but didn't argue with her. Together, they shoveled all the quarters into their buckets and her purse and limped over to the change booth. After getting his money changed, he walked back to the machine and pulled out his Player's Club card saying, 'I sure don't want to leave that behind.'

"His wife and him headed up to the rooms, while everyone in that part of the Casino rushed into this line to get their own Player's Club Card. And that's why we're fighting this line. Hell Joe, look over there at his machine, they must be six people waiting their turn. But they just keep playing and losing, I don't know what it was, but I am sure gonna give it a try."

"Yeah Charlie, imagine all that money," Joe pondered.

"Money, are you nuts man, you know how long it's been since I had a blow job. I don't care if it takes all night, but I am gonna get me a card and I'm gonna play that fucking machine."

"I thought you said it gave him a blow job not a fucking?"

"Yeah Joe, a blow job! Work with me here a little, will ya?" 



Casino



The air had become thick with cigarette smoke and I struggled not to cough. I wore my blonde hair in a chignon and a sleek, red dress clung to every curve of my figure. I avoided wearing too much make-up, preferring to accentuate my best features: my eyes and my lips. 

I’ve always looked forward to a round in the casino. It brings me closer to my father, who had both lived and worked there until the day he died. Growing up, I lived a divided life: my mother’s home and my father’s gambling. 

When my father returned home from work each night he would climb the stairs to say goodnight. No matter how tired I felt I would always plead with him to tell me all about his evening. He would lower his voice and lean close as if he did not wish my mother to hear. I used to laugh and enjoy the little secrets we shared. I was not aware of my mother’s concern at the time. She later told me that she had often wished he would not tell stories about his sordid lifestyle. 

Now I would carry-on that tradition. I returned to the casino he had worked and mentally noted all the things that he had told me. His stories came alive for me, experiencing all that he had seen, felt and heard. 

The casino started to fill up now and after grabbing myself a Vodka Martini I settled down at the nearest blackjack table to watch the game. I try to guess each player’s range of expertise by their mannerisms, and comparing those traits with the outcome of their hand. My father taught me that. 

I soon realized I would be winning at a different sort of game tonight. I became aware of the presence of a woman dressed in black. 

She had that aura about her; she oozed sexuality and presence. The one thing, though, that I found myself drawn to was her generous bosom. The woman’s breasts were enormously large in proportion to her slight frame and it was difficult to imagine how she could stay upright or even balanced. The dress she wore emphasized her cleavage and my eyes were drawn down the length of her dramatic v-shape neckline towards the rounded shape of her breasts. I found it difficult to pull my eyes away from the magnificent sight. This was new territory to me. To be attracted to another woman was a surprise, but I figured that it would be hard not to be attracted to this woman. I ran my tongue over my lips as if I could taste the saltiness of her nipples already in my mouth. 

“Hit, please.” Her voice dripped with confidence, but it wasn’t about the cards she held, it was her sexuality of which she was sure. I imagined my hand removing the thin strap from her soft shoulder. 

Her facial expression gave nothing away as to the value of the cards in her hand. She bet two red chips to the value of $10, but when the dealer asked again of her intentions she said, “Stand.” 

The woman caught me looking at her and I turned my head away in embarrassment. It wasn’t her game skill that attracted me to her. It was her breasts. 

Across the table from me, she winked and smiled before taking a seductive, pouty-lipped sip of her drink. I bowed my head and studied the clasped hands in my lap. When I raised my eyes in her direction again, she had gone. I could not suppress the wave of disappointment that came over me. And then I felt her luscious warm breasts pressing into my back. 

Through the sheer material of her dress, I could feel her hardened nipples and I stifled a short gasp. I glanced around the table and was horrified to find that we were being watched. Some of the men smirked and a couple of women look disgusted, maybe jealous. My mysterious vixen pressed something in my hand and then I felt her firm breasts leave me. I swallowed hard and looked down at what she had given me. It was small, black and rectangular and on one side it had a sliding switch. I tripped the switch a few times, on and off. It didn’t seem to do anything. Is this a garage opener? 

A sultry voice rich with years of cigarettes and scotch whispered in my ear, “Steady on, sweetie! Take it nice and slow to start. I like a little foreplay, like any woman.” 

I blushed hard, feeling the heat spread from my face down my neck and chest. I held the remote control, clearly some sort of sexual device that my sexy lady had managed to hide in her snug-fitting dress. 

Scanning the casino, I again couldn’t find her immediately, and I knew she wanted it that way. My woman gambler was playing me; placing a bet on how I would play the hand she dealt me. I could feel the moisture between my legs; my head was swimming. I needed some fresh air, or a drink, or some kind of diversion.

I tried my best to casually saunter across the casino floor with as much poise as I could with my pussy throbbing. I held the control of another woman’s sexuality in the palm of my hand. I still couldn’t find her. Determined to act sophisticated I propped myself up at the bar. I ordered another Vodka Martini from the good-looking barman and casually flipped the switch of the remote. I imagined her watching me as I slowly sipped my drink. I could hear faint moans from behind me but when I turned round, there was no one there. Where was she?

I desperately scanned the room for her, the remote in one hand, and my drink in the other. I flipped the switch on and off rapidly and I spotted her. She was chatting to a tall, handsome man almost directly behind me, a few tables away. Every time the vibrator turned on, she gave a little jump, and then covered up her movements by pretending she had been touched up by someone passing by. The tall guy didn’t seem convinced. I couldn’t help but smirk a little. 

Even from that distance it was obvious that his conversation was failing to hold her interest. 

“So, what’s that you got in your hand?” The barman gestured towards the black remote I clutched in my right hand. I jumped. 

“What this? Oh, it’s just a personal alarm.” I placed it and my drink on the bar, turning to him. I smiled, and he extended me his hand. Just act natural, I thought. I tried not to wriggle on the seat too much. Damn it ached.

“My name is Ben. Pleased to meet you.” I took his offer of a handshake and introduced myself as Katy. 

Then he asked, “Are you okay? You seem preoccupied.” I turned back towards Ben and shook my head. Glancing at the box, I realized that I had switched the remote on. I imagined a trickle of cum running down the inside of her thighs. My tongue ached to lick it off, slowly climbing higher to her soft, warm lips. My clit swelled. I could almost smell the sweetness of her pussy juices. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. My pussy burned and throbbed and gushed for her touch. 

”No, I’m fine. But yes, I am a bit preoccupied tonight.” I nodded and smiled at the barman and he flashed me a smile but I could see disappointment in his eyes. He was looking over my shoulder, and then I felt her warm breasts envelope my arm. She reached across my chest, brushing my nipple, and switched the black box off.

I could feel her heat and her passion radiating against my side, she stood so close to me. I hoped my fingers would very soon be gently strumming her bud. Boldly I swivelled on the barstool and slipped my arms round her narrow waist, pulling her towards me between my legs. She leaned into my breasts. 

“You frustrate me, sweetie,” she murmured. “I love my games to last much longer.” I gave no answer, preferring my heartbeat and my touch against her thigh to convey my feelings for her. 

“Shall we go to my room?” 

I nodded, against her soft, musty smelling hair. I surprised myself with my boldness, but I felt an incredible respect for her: she had awakened this side of me. I had never felt so aroused by a man before. My inexperience did not worry me. At that moment, nothing worried me.

She led me away from the crowds to the room she held in the casino. 

She pushed me gently onto the bed and slowly removed my clothes, then stood back and admired my firm breasts and flat stomach. She removed her dress, and then her bra. I sat up and reached out to grab her with both hands. I massaged her breasts enjoying their vastness and watching her nipples grow harder with my touch. 

She pushed me back into the bed and kissed me softly. Her long tresses hung loosely and tickled the sensitive skin of my neck. My nose was full of her scent, spicy and hot and smoky, like cider served on a cold night. 

I closed my eyes, savouring the feel of her body on mine. Her gaze burnt a path of warmth down between my breasts and over my stomach. Each breath I took lifted my nipples up eagerly towards her, waiting to be nibbled and sucked. With each touch of her fingertips, her lips, her tongue, her mouth, she spread through my being.

Moving slowly down my body, she slid her hands over my bare flesh. I came alive; the fine hair on my skin stood on end mimicking a blanket to cover my nudity, pleasure bolts travelled to every nerve ending lighting a path down to my pussy, which she followed with her tongue. For several moments she licked and probed, exploring the folds between my thighs as if she wished to straighten each one out. 

She caressed and kissed and massaged my body into orgasm. She held me close then as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I melted into her. She told me her name. Then I remembered she didn’t know who I was. “I’m Katy,” I said and she smiled.



Casino



My eighteenth birthday fell on a Wednesday. Turning eighteen did not give me many new rights where I lived, but just a short border hop away and I could finally sit down at a bar and get a drink. As seemed to be custom my friends had planned to celebrate my birthday with a night out. Unfortunately they could only manage a gathering on the weekend, leaving me three extra days before I could finally feel like an adult. The idea of waiting for these extra days was unbearable, so I decided I'd pay a visit to the nearby casino across the border for a warm up.

I squeezed my ample teen body into a dress I had left over from a previous formal event. A hot pink strapless number. It generously displayed my chest, forcing my breasts upward, the low cut giving anyone with wandering eye's a full on view of my youthful cleavage. The dress hugged tightly to my hips, enhancing the contours of my ass. The dress had sold itself when I saw in the mirror how round and perfect it made my butt look. The dress terminated just a few inches down my thighs. The short skirt put my long, slender legs on full display. 

I was a short girl only just breaching the five foot mark, so I completed the look with a pair of black high heeled shoes. They featured a tremendous spike and gave me a full three precious inches. I have always taken very good care of my body, just pushing the scale into triple digits during my teen years.

My beauty did not stop at my neck. My beautiful head of blonde hair added to my rocking body. I had bright blue eyes that drew any man's attention. 

I gave myself a final check in the mirror, making sure I had applied my make-up effectively, my outfit featured no incorrect wrinkles. I deemed everything to be in order, so I called a taxi to drive me into adulthood.

Making my way through the casino doors, I sat down at a blackjack table. Being that I wasn't a seasoned gambler I pushed forward only the minimum bet, a $5 chip. The dealer slid two cards in front of me. The one that was face up was a king. He reached over to flip the other, an ace. Not knowing the rules of the game I did not react.

"The young lady has 21 and we have a winner." The dealer said.

Yay I won. I could get a free drink with my new $5!

"Does the lady wish to play again?" The dealer asked.

Why not? Two drinks are better than one, I had won so quickly the first time. This game was easy!

I pushed another $5 chip forward. Even after giving the deck a good shuffle the dealer managed to give me the same cards.

"Another winner!" He said. "Let's see if we can make it three in a row?"

The way I saw it now I had nothing to lose. Even if he beat me, I could still go to the bar with the first $5. I put another chip down on the table. My new cards only reached twenty, however the dealer had a lower score. I had yet to fully understand the game, but I knew bigger was better!

"She wins again!" The dealer announced.

I clapped and squealed. I had to scrap and claw to earn a dollar at my job, and now I just made $15 in mere moments, this was exciting to me!

I didn't even give the dealer a chance to ask as I pushed fourth another chip I won again! I kept betting and I kept winning. I was getting really into the game and started placing larger and larger bets. I'd lose every few hands, but towards the end of the night I was up huge!

I got up from the table and found a station where I could cash in my earnings.

"You're leaving already?" I heard the dealer ask.

I turned around, "Thank you, I had a lot of fun playing, but it is getting pretty late now."

"The night is young darling, so many more winning hands to be dealt." He said.

"One more couldn't hurt I guess." I moved to retake my seat.

I received two aces, how was I supposed to win with such a low hand. "Hit me." I had learned some of the game's lingo during the night.

The dealer spun out another low card, "hit me." Another low card. "Again." This time a queen lay before me.

"Player busts, house wins." He said.

I was disappointed, I didn't want to go out on a losing note, so I asked for another play. I promptly lost again causing me to ask for another. I lost that one to. Before I knew it I had almost lost all the winnings I had gained earlier.

"Another game?" The dealer asked.

"I'm all out of cash." I frowned. "I really should go now."

"I can extend you a bit of credit if you want to play more?" The dealer offered.

I didn't like the idea of being in debt, but loved the ability to keep playing. The flip of a winning hand gave me such a rush, I just wanted to feel this one more time.

"$20?" I asked.

"That's a little low, normally our minimum for credit is more than double that, but I like you so $20 it is!" The dealer said as he tossed me a couple chips.

I threw one back in his direction. I managed to win the first two hands, this gave me the confidence to double my bet. My smile turned upside down, as I lost the next hand. Back to square one. I realized a few more victories, but lost the majority of the hands that followed. To cover these losses I had to take out much more credit than I could have ever dreamed of paying back and now I had little to show for it. 

"I have to stop." I said, "I've lost too much. I have to think about how I can pay this back."

"Sorry, I hope you still enjoyed playing, here have this ticket." The dealer said offering me minor consolation.

The dealer gave me a coupon to get a free drink, so I left the table to find the nearest bar. I ordered up a cocktail and sat sipping my drink. I owed a good weeks pay by now. Obviously my Daddy could afford this, but I couldn't get him to come find me at a casino. Picking up his angel in a place like this would crush his soul. I had to think of a way I could pay this debt myself. I located a member of the casino staff who looked to be in charge, finishing my drink I started to traverse the floor in his direction.

"Excuse me sir." I said to get the man's attention. "I had a bit of a losing streak earlier, and I was hoping you might be able to help me out."

"How bad of a losing streak?" The man asked.

"Just a couple hundred." I said, trying to play off how large the debt was compared to what I could earn.

"Hmm, that is a little more serious than I can just make disappear, you will have to work something out with my boss to fix this." He said, he turned his head to speak into his walkie-talkie.

The conversation seemed to go fairly well.

"He is free now, just up those stairs is his office." He pointed.

I thanked the man for his help and took off in the direction of his finger. Reaching the top of the stairs I could see a large wooden door. A golden placard read the title "head of management". This must be the place. I tapped on the door three times with my fist. After my third knock I heard a voice tell me to come in.

I opened the door to see a heavy-set middle aged man puffing a cigar while he sat behind a desk.

"You must be the girl who owes us the money? Come have a seat well we figure out how to make that go away." His voice was very deep and raspy.

I walked forward and took a seat in the large chair opposite the man's desk.

"Now you lost a couple hundred at the tables?" The man puffed at his cigar.

"Yes sir, $200." I responded.

"And you can't think of anyway to get that cash tonight?" He went on.

"No sir. I racked my brain to think of a way I could, but nothing, that's why I'm here."

"I'd imagine it is a very troubling situation for such a young girl. I remember when I was your age, I'd have to wash 200 plates to earn half that!" He reminisced. 

He stood up and ran his stubby fingers through my hair. I could now see the fat man was barely taller than I, his massive gut looked like it was about to burst out of suit. Inspecting his old catcher's mitt of a face I could tell this wasn't his first cigar! As he moved close to me I recoiled as much as the chair would allow. The man carried a powerful aroma of tobacco and booze.

"Don't worry that pretty little head." He said as he weaved his hands through the blonde strands. "I'll make sure your debt is cleared before you leave tonight."

By now I thought I was starting to understand what was about to happen. The thought of giving myself to this old man horrified me. I imagined under his suit, his body was even more disgusting than the few parts of him that were exposed.

"Let's get you a drink while we work out the details." He said.

I did not see any other options than doing what this man wanted, and if I was going through with this I needed to get myself nice and drunk. The man set out a glass for me, filling it with whiskey. I gulped down the contents of the tumbler, cringing as I slammed it back down on his desk. I was more used to mixed drinks, the taste of a whiskey straight up was a little too intense for me. After just a few refills I was starting to feel nice and tipsy.

"For a little girl, you sure can drink." The man said. 

Continuing to run his fingers through my hair, his hand snaked down to stop just above my right breast. Without thought, my body pulled away from his unwanted touch.

"You'd better be a bit friendlier if you want to work off that debt." He snarled.

My mind had to trick my body into wanting this. I did not want word of my affection for cards to linger past this night. However gross I found this man to be, I had to make him happy to make sure my secret was safe.

His hand reached back for my chest, I allowed his fingers to land on my right tit.

"That's more like it." He groaned as he squeezed.

His other hand moved to join but stopped short of its friend. I felt the four fingers of the second hand curl around my top. Once they established a grip, they pulled downwards unleashing my rack. I did not bother wearing any underwear that night. A little slutty some would say, but really I was just lazy. Not to mention I had been blessed with a perky set of C cups that did not really need to be stuffed into a bra.

Now holding a bare tit in each hand, "you have a great set of knockers." The man told me.

The words made me blush a little, then I remembered their source. I closed my eyes trying to forget who's hands were massaging my chest. The drinks helped with my memory loss, and his hands actually managed to give me some pleasure.

I felt his grasp on my left breast loosen as his hand moved away. I soon felt the bottom end of my dress lifting up. A hand followed after the fabric hiding my pussy was removed.

"Such a tight little snatch." He said. "I haven't felt one like this in a long time."

He parted the lips in search of my clit. He managed to press his thumb to my button with little effort. My cleanly shaven pussy allowed him very easy access. He probed two free fingers into my slit as he continued to rub my clit.

I held my eyes closed, imagining a muscled young stud had his hands all over me instead of this chubby old man. My fantasies allowed me to let out a few quiet moans. Along with the moans my body was beginning to loosen up to the man even more. I began to gently buck my hips onto his hand. I was getting quite wet.

My closed eyes opened when I heard his voice, "how bout we see what that little mouth can do?"

He started to undo his pants. The thoughts of what this man had hidden away ran through my mind. I figured his length would match his tiny stature. It seemed ever bit of him was short and stubby, I figured his cock would have been the same.

After rummaging his hand around under his pants it returned gripping something I did not imagine I'd see. Surprisingly the man was quite well hung. His tip ended about ten inches from his belly, his thick shaft had the slightest upturn. I did correctly predict some of its features though. Despite its surprising size, the cock did share the properties of the old man. His pubic region did not look as though it had ever seen a pair of clippers. Gnarly grey hairs sprouted out climbing up his shaft. His dick reeked of his body odour, I shuddered when I thought how he might taste.

"Pour me another glass?" I asked.

He obliged grabbing the bottle sitting beside him, tilting its continents into my cup. I took the whiskey in one mouthful. I allowed it to bathe in between my cheeks for a little longer than usual before I swallowed. The feeling was awful, but I imagined my tongue would thank me later for at least stunning my taste buds first.

Almost directly after downing the whiskey I took the old man's big pecker into my mouth. I forced my lips to slide over the length of his shaft. I could tell from the man's moans he was enjoying being sucked about a million times more than I was enjoying doing the sucking. I just kept reminding myself why I was doing this.

When I was able to ignore the taste, I kind of enjoyed myself. The idea that I was able to blow this huge cock well enough to make it's owner moan in pleasure really turned me on.

"Get that sweet ass up here." He hollered down to me.

My tongue was relieved to hear these words, my mouth was quick to spit him out. I stood up to his eye level. I stepped to the side of his body, bending my torso forward as I lay my front across his desk. I did not want to be looked in the eyes while this old man got his jollies.

"You like it from behind? Fucking hot!" He said.

Clearly he was not about to argue with my positioning.

During his oral experience my dress had managed to re-descend to its original position. I felt the lower portion of my dress lift up as he pushed it onto my back. I could feel him rubbing against me as he continued to ready himself for penetration. I felt his stubby little fingers clamp onto my ass cheeks as his hands forced their spread. Then I felt the huge cock plunge inside of me. He did not even try to warm me up with gentle strokes, pumping with extreme force right away. His pace forced my eyes to shut and my grip to tighten on the edge of his desk. I guess my body's involuntary squeezing was not limited to its upper region.

"Fuck! Do that again!" He moaned.

I did not know what I had done, but apparently he was going to make sure I did.

"It felt so good when you squeezed your pussy on my cock like that." He let me in on what he had been moaning on about earlier.

I wanted to decline, voicing to him that I was more than tight enough for him already. I reconsidered though, the sooner I made him cum, the sooner this would be over. So I clenched myself down on him again.

"Yaaaa just like that baby." He moaned in response, "keep doing that."

He continued to pound away. His force knocked the whiskey bottle to the floor, but I guess he didn't care. He had put the cap back on it, so it did not spill. I had pretty much drained it anyways. I made sure to periodically clenched on him.

The inability to see the man behind me had a nice double effect. Not only did the intended inability to see his face guard my mind from witnessing damaging images, it actually allowed me to enjoy this a little. The only thing I knew for sure was I was being railed by a fat ten inches. After allowing myself to enjoy his thrusts my body began to tremble. 

"Oh my god! That big dick is going to make me cum!" I screamed.

He pounded away, helping me to a huge orgasm.

"That tight pussy is about to do the same!" He moaned after allowing me to catch my breath.

I felt him pull out and heard him begin to stroke.

"On your knees!" He demanded.

At this point I had almost completely forgotten how unattractive he was. My mind still blurry from the big orgasm I just had. I spun off the desk to await the man's load. He continued to stroke the big dick rubbing over my face.

"Get ready." He moaned.

I closed my eyes and tilted my face upwards. I could hear him let out a moan, he sounded like one of those natives from those nature shows before going in to battle. I felt his load splashing against my face and then heard him sigh. I reached up to get the cum out of my eyes before opening them.

"I was just going to give you a warning, but that was certainly worth $200!" He said smiling down at me.



Casino Adventure



My wife and I were both retired and living in Florida. Occasionally she would fly up North to visit one of our daughters who lived alone. The airport was approximately an hour and a half drive away. One time as we were driving to the airport, she said "Why don't you stop at the Hard Rock Casino before you go all the way back home?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will lose all our money or get picked up by some hot chick and raped?"

"We haven't got that much money to lose and as far as the hot chick goes------in your dreams. You might however meet some hot lady our age that is looking for a little male companionship."

"You wouldn't mind if I found some hot divorcee who wanted more than just conservation?"

"Not if your told me all about it. What were her tits like, was her pussy shaved, did you eat her (I know how much you like that), did she suck your cock, did you come in her mouth, did she swallow your cum, how many times did you make her come?"

Needless to say this conservation was getting my attention. "Are you really serious, you wouldn't be upset if I meet someone, ate her pussy, came in her mouth and then fucked her several times?"

"I am deadly serious, just talking about it is making me hot. Don't you remember several times we have commented on some of the hot women we have seen at the casino? I know that you thought several of them were very hot and gave you a hard-on."

I did remember seeing several women who by the way they were dressed and made-up were obviously looking for some attention. They were mature older very sensual women frequently with sultry eyes that exuded sex. They definitely gave the impression that they knew their way around the bedroom.

About that time we arrived at the airport for her flight. She checked in just as the plane was ready to board. We kissed goodbye and she whispered in my ear "Go have some wild hot sex with some gorgeous babe, just promise me that you'll tell me all the sloppy details." 

I had my orders and eagerly made my way to the casino. I settled in at one of my favorite slots, keeping an eye out for possibilities. After a while an attractive mature lady sat down at a machine close by. Without staring, I was able to determine that she had dark red hair and was wearing a light green knit dress that appeared to be very form fitting. When a waitress came by offering drinks, I was able to get a much better look.

She was very striking with a very sexy mouth whose full lips were outlined with a darker shade of lip color that highlighted the lighter lip color. She wore a light green eye shadow that matched her dress and accentuated her big dark brown eyes. Other makeup appeared to be minimal. She was an extremely beautiful woman even though she was probably close to my age.

I had a hard time (yes, I was) keeping my eyes off of her. I had to figure out a way to meet this beauty. After about an hour, she stood up and stretched, looked over at me and said, "I'm hungry, how about joining me at the buffet. I hate to eat alone?"

"I would love to, my name is Bruce."

"Nice to meet you, I am Audrey"

We made our way to the buffet, chatting on the way. "Audrey, what is a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?"

"Thanks for the compliment. It's a long story; the short version is that a year ago my husband ran off with his thirty year old secretary. I finally figured out that it was about time I went out to have some fun, so here I am. Why are you here by yourself?"

"My wife is up North visiting one of her daughters. She suggested that rather than just drive straight home, I should stop at the casino and have some fun."

"Won't she be jealous? What if you wound up talking to some woman and things got out of hand?"

"She said as long as it wasn't some hot young chick and I told her any and everything that happened, she was fine with it."

"She wants to know everything?"

"Yes, she was very explicit as to what everything covered."

"Interesting, I doubt that if you were my husband I would be that understanding. You're not exactly unattractive."

"Thanks, I feel like I am on a mission, I just hope I'll have something to tell her."

"Even if nothing happens, you could make up a good story"

"Yes but I really want to be able to tell her a true story."

"Let's wait and see what happens, maybe we both will have something to remember."

We got to the buffet and were soon busy enjoying their delicious spread. As it came time for dessert, I commented that there was one thing missing on the buffet that I really enjoyed.

"What's that Bruce?

"Well, I really enjoy eating at the Y."

"What is the world does the YMCA have that you don't see here?"

"I'm referring to that delicious hot juicy spread between a woman's thighs."

"Do you mean what I think you mean? Several of my girlfriends have told be that this is quite an experience. Their motto is "If you want head you have to give head." My husband would never do that to me. He only wanted me to suck his cock and let him come in my mouth. I never told him that I had sucked a number of cocks while I was in college. In fact I became quite good at it and wound up really liking the taste and feel of a stiff prick in my mouth. I love the taste of cum."

I was surprised that this gorgeous sexy woman was being so frank. All I could think of saying was "Eating at the Y is quite enjoyable for both parties."

She blushed and seemed taken aback by what she had just said "You must think I am some kind of a slut telling you that I love sucking cock. I even thought about going to an adult book store to find a 'glory hole' but I chickened out."

"Not at all, I think any woman; especially a beautiful one like you, who enjoys all forms of sex, is a blessing."

Just about then I noticed that my casino host Peggy was walking by. "Hi Peggy, I've had a long day, would you be a sweetheart and comp me a room so that I could take a nap?"

"Sure Bruce, give me a minute and I'll be right back with your room card."

Peggy came back quickly with a room card, smiled and laid it on our table. This wasn't Vegas but I knew that what happened here would stay here.

When she left, Audrey gave me a sexy lowered lid smile and said, "Bruce, you bad boy are you trying to seduce me?"

"Believe me Audrey, that dress, your hot body, luscious lips, bedroom eyes and provocative smile have been seducing me ever since I first saw you. As far as being a bad boy, I would love to."

"Good, you finally got the message. I thought I might have to grab you by your dick that seems like it has been hard ever since we first started talking. Are you really going to eat at my Y?"

"Absolutely, you won't believe what a hot pussy tastes like. Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"No, I never had the impulse."

"If you're really good, I'll let you taste your pussy. I even might let you suck my cock until I come in your mouth. I'll probably also fuck you several times and shoot hot cum in your cunt."

"How can a girl resist such a proposition? I'll race you to the elevator."

As soon as the elevator door closed and fortunately we were alone, Audrey turned to me and said, "Please kiss me now!!!"

I responded by taking her face in my hands and lightly running just the tip of my tongue over her luscious lips. I then kissed her tenderly several times. Soon our kisses became more passionate with our tongues probing each others mouth.

Coming up for air, Audrey gasped, "God, your tongue is so long. I can't wait to feel it probing my pussy. I feel so naughty, here I am about to let a married man I just met do something to me that nobody has ever done. I will probably suck his cock, swallow his cum and feel his dick pulsing in my cunt as he squirts his spunk deep inside me. I am hotter right now than I can ever remember and will probably come if he just touches me." 

"Just take it nice and slow but if you fell like coming just let it go. There will be another one where that one came from. Hopefully you will lose track of the number."

The elevator stopped at our floor and we walked down the hallway to our room. Once inside, I said, "Please let me undress you and enjoy the experience. I also want to use my cell phone to snap pictures and record brief videos, if that is alright with you."

"That is so hot!!! Are you going to show your wife?" 

"Yes, I am sure it will really turn her on."

"Good, I want her to see you eating my pussy, me sucking your cock and you shoving you dick in me. I will try extra hard to satisfy your every desire to thank her for sharing her man with me. This is going to be such an erotic experience. I will also be able to have copies to relive the experience."

"Are you ready for me to start undressing you after I snap several pics of you fully dressed?" 

"OK, but please don't tease me too much."

"Oh, I am going to tease you and build you right up to the top but not quite over. I expect you to do the same for me."

I slowly removed her knit dress revealing a voluptuous body. A pale green lace bra covered a lovely set of breasts. The aerolas and nipples were clearly visible. The nipples appeared to be aroused. The matching lace silk panties barely covered her mound.

I kissed my way from behind her ears and her neck to her cheeks and finally to her luscious lips. There was lots of purring and heavy breathing as I kissed my way to her shoulders and her breasts. I caressed her breasts without removing her bra just yet. I sucked and kissed her nipples through the sheer fabric until she begged me to remove the garment. Once the bra was off, I could really appreciate her lovely tits. They were still nicely shaped for a woman her age. They were not too big so they sagged very little. As I continued kissing and massaging her breasts, I could tell she was ready to come. "I am coming and coming and coming!!! Oh, it fells so very good. If this is what it's going to fell like when you eat me, I doubt I will survive but please don't stop what you're doing to me."

I let her recover briefly before continuing to kiss down her body toward her pussy. I kissed her thighs moving down between her legs. As I got closer and closer I could smell the scent of one hot hot woman. I slowly traced her outer lips through her silky panties. She smelled and tasted so good. She moaned and thrust her bottom upward toward my mouth and tongue. Her panties were so wet that it was as if her cunt was completely naked. Finally neither of us could take it any more and I removed her soaking wet panties.

Her sex was now fully exposed. What a beautiful picture. Her full outer lips shielded her pink inner lips and her very aroused clit was peeking out. She was completely smooth and silky. Once again I traced her now naked outer lips and ran my tongue between her inner lips at the entrance of her beautiful pussy.

I was in heaven with the sight, smell and taste in front of me. I gently licked and sucked at her lips and clit. I put one finger and then two into her reaching for her g-spot. As the same time I gently teased her anus with my thumb. This was too much and she soon exploded with a massive screaming shaking shuttering orgasm.

"What did you do to me? That was the most mind blowing orgasm I've ever had. I didn't think it was possible. I thought you only read about something like that in books."

"Let me kiss you and you can taste yourself on my mouth. Maybe then you will know why I love eating pussy so much."

"WOW, that is delicious; too bad I can't reach my cunt myself. Maybe I'll try to find out if one of my girlfriends tastes as good."

"It's your turn now. Let's see if you're as good a cock sucker as you claim to be."

"Bruce, I am going to tease you just as much as you teased me. You will beg me to finish you off by sucking every last drop of hot cum from your prick. Now, let me start by undressing you."

She kissed my neck and face, running her tongue over my lips. She placed little baby kisses on my mouth until I opened my mouth for her hot tongue. She could tell by glancing at the front of my pants that I had a big hard-on but she wasn't going there just yet.

She slowly unbuttoned my shirt exposing my bare chest. She licked and sucked on my nipples. She ran her hands over my chest down to my abdomen. Slowly she unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. All I had on were my boxer briefs with my hard dick poking out the material. She stoked my cock through my briefs which were now wet from pre-cum.

"It looks like 'big boy' likes what he sees. I can't imaging what could be so interesting about a naked female who has just had a mind blowing orgasm standing in front of him and about to return the favor"

She slowly removed my briefs and I was completely naked. She told me to sit down on the bed with my legs hanging over. She knelt between my legs and had complete access to my cock and balls. She slowly stocked me with one hand while playing with by balls with the other. She flicked out her tongue to taste the pre-cum leaking out of the mushroom shaped head of my prick.

"Oh yum that tastes so good, I can't wait for the main course" She slowly took just the head of my cock in her luscious mouth. What a hot picture that was, it was all I could do to keep from coming right then. She ran her tongue under the ridge below the head. She paid attention to the head and the first several inches of my dick. She really knew how to suck cock by maintaining a vacuum on the part of my dick in her mouth while licking the head with her tongue.

She brought me just to the verge of an orgasm before backing off. When she saw I couldn't take it any more she said, "Does my baby want to cum in my hot mouth? Ask sexy beautiful Audrey to suck you dry."

"Please baby let me blow my load in your beautiful sexy mouth."

"OK, but remember I still want your fine meat shoved into my cunt."

With that she gave one last suck and I exploded into her mouth with several large blasts of hot juicy cum with the consistency of vanilla pudding. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream.

"That was awesome!!! Please kiss me. I want you to taste your scrumptious cum on my lips and in my mouth."

We kissed passionately and collapsed on the bed in a heap. 

We still had some serious areas to explore so I suggested that maybe we should take a nap. We could order room service when we awoke and resume our explorations later. I awoke several hours later and was delighted to see this beautiful sexy woman sleeping peacefully next to me. My dick immediately reacted. I knew we probably needed to eat before anything else so I decided to take a shower until Audrey woke up.

I got in the big walk-in shower and was almost finished when Audrey opened the door and said, "You started without me. Let me wash your beautiful cock."

Of course, I helped her wash her breasts and pussy, it was the least I could do. We finally got out of the shower and dried each other off. We put on the big fluffy robes that came with the room. No sense in getting dressed.

We ordered a delicious meal from room service and relaxed watching TV as we ate.

When we had finished we sat on the sofa kissing and petting. We were building up to some serious fucking judging from the intensity of our previous encounters. Soon we were naked on the bed enjoying some hot sixty-nine activity. We were careful to not get each other too aroused. We both knew we wanted our next orgasm to be when I was buried balls deep into her hot cunt.

We changed positions so that she was laying on top of me with her legs spread outside of mine. In this position, my hard cock was close to her pussy. Audrey reached down, took my dick in her hand and proceeded to rub in on the pink lips of her cunt. I was caressing her breasts and sucking her aroused nipples.

My pre-cum combined with her juices soon had the area soaking wet. Her lips soon began opening up ready to accept the swollen mushroom head of my dick. Slowly she guided my cock as I pushed slightly upward until the head popped into her hot tunnel. 

She gasped as I entered her and said "God, was I ever looking forward to that. I have to confess as soon as I saw you in the casino; I started to fantasize about fucking you. Don't say anything just kiss me and let me enjoy the feeling."

We kissed and I could feel her cunt muscles clutching the head of my cock. After several minutes she began to lower her pussy taking in more and more of my hard cock.

"Please don't move baby, I want to do this myself until I have all of you in me up to your balls. Don't worry I'll tell you when to pound my pussy with your hard manhood."

Slowly she took me in a little at a time until finally we were stuck tightly together with her hot pussy kissing my balls. She rested briefly but her cunt was still squeezing my prick. What a fantastic feeling.

"OK baby, let's carefully roll over without withdrawing until I am on my back with my legs spread over your shoulders and my cunt opened to the maximum. Then I want you to start slowly pulling almost out before thrusting back into me until you bottom out. Gradually build up the speed until you are pounding my pussy and I am screaming for you to fuck me."

We rolled over as she requested and soon we were fucking like two crazed rabbits. Audrey was screaming "Please fuck me. Please don't stop. Please give me all of your beautiful cock."

We kept this pace up until Audrey said "Oh shit I am going to cum like never before. I can almost feel your cock in my throat. You are in so deep. Please come with me."

I gave several more deep thrusts and she screamed "Yes, Yes I am coming and I can feel your dick pulsating as you empty your hot cum into me."

We cleaned each other up with our mouths and tongues, relishing the combined tastes of cock and pussy.

The next morning we showered. Yes, we had a not so quickie in the shower. We got dressed and ate breakfast in coffee shop. We kissed goodbye and promised that we would possibly get back together sometime. We both agreed that even if we never saw each other again we would always remember the hot sex we shared together. I told Audrey that I would e-mail her copies of all the pictures and short videos that we had taken.

A week later I was back at the airport picking up my wife. We hugged and kissed telling each other how much we had missed each other. We loaded her luggage and worked, our way out off the airport confusion. 

"Tell me did you enjoy yourself at the casino. You promised to tell me all the details."

"I'll do better than that." I said as I reached into the back seat and retrieved a small laptop computer. I had downloaded the cell phone pictures and short videos onto it. 

I passed it to my wife and said "Honey, this will answer most of your questions. Scroll thru the slide show labeled 'Casino' and open the short videos."

She opened the first picture of Audrey fully dressed and exclaimed "She is absolutely gorgeous. You old dog, did you really fuck her? She gasped when she saw the next picture of Audrey in just bra and panties. "Oh, now I know that you had wild sex with this hot piece of ass. I didn't think that pictures of a woman would turn me on so much."

"Just scroll thru the pictures and you will see what we did."

She got quiet and began looking at the pictures. Every so often she would exclaim "That's so hot!" or "Her pussy is beautiful!" or "You really did eat her cunt, I can see your tongue!"

Soon her breathing became heavy and I noticed one hand had slipped between her legs. By the time we were halfway home, she had come at least twice. She closed the laptop when she had finished the slide show.

"I'll deal with you when we get home! Right now I'm probably going to take a nap and hope to dream about the hot show I've just seen. You two really outdid yourselves! She is so beautiful; I don't know how you kept from coming just from caressing her hot body. Seeing her even turned me on! If I wasn't so sleepy I'd suck your big cock right now but you'd probably drive off the road. Thank you for the show. I love you very much!!" 




Casino Adventure



When we got home I unloaded her luggage before I woke her up. She awoke with a start and said "I need to go to bathroom. I'll meet you in the bedroom and you better have your dick hard. I can see that I am going to have to 'punish' you for all the nasty things you did to that poor woman you met at the casino. You are going to have to repeat all those disgusting perverted actions with me."

It took us several days before she was satisfied that I had been sufficiently chastised.

I suggested that maybe she should take another trip soon or maybe she just might want to go to the casino so that she could apologize to Audrey in person for my behavior. She said she would think about it. She seemed very interested when I told her that Audrey was thinking about seeing what it was like to eat pussy.

We'll have to see what happens, in the meantime my wife continues to "punish" me several time a week, even on several occasions twice in one day.



Casino Debt



Casino Debt Part 1.

Janice McGilney had a problem. Her husband, the colonel, was away in Europe and she had decided to have a little fun while he was gone. Nothing terrible, just a little gambling on one of the local casino boats. Unfortunately, it turned out she was not the luckiest woman on Earth and within a week she had lost $500. 

Janice knew her husband would never forgive her, but she knew that if she just kept playing she would win it back. The next day Janice went back to the casino and used her Visa card to purchase $500 more in chips. This maxed out her card, but she would pay the balance off when she won her money back.

Three hours later, Janice had lost this $500, too. Now Janice was desperate, not only had she lost $1000, but she now had no money available anywhere to buy chips so she could win it back. She was going to leave the casino, when she saw a sign that said "Credit available to Casino Club Members." 

Janice walked up to one of the cashiers and asked about the sign. The young lady at the counter told her that credit was available to Club Members, but you had to apply with the casino manager and only he could then approve credit. Janice took an application. It was a standard credit app., asking for her name, address, basic personal information, social security number, and credit history. The desperate woman immediately took the paper to a nearby table, filled it out, and returned it to the cashier. The young lady told Janice to come back the next day to speak with the casino manager.

Tony Vineti was the manager of the casino. Tony was 28 years old and managed the casino for his father, Mike Vineti, who owned casinos all across the country. He was about 6 feet tall, in decent shape with dark hair and brown eyes. Frankly Tony didn't need the money from the casino job, as his family was worth well over $500 million dollars, but the casino offered Tony a chance to have fun. Tony's favorite thing to have fun with was beautiful women. He especially liked to see if he could humiliate stuck up society women, who had lost at his casino. So when Tony saw Janice McGilney's application for membership in the Casino Club he immediately approved it. He wasn't sure what this woman would turn out to be, but it might be interesting and he had nothing planned for the next day, anyway.

Bright and early the next day, Janice returned to the casino. She went to the cashier and was told that her application had been approved, and that she needed to see the casino manager about being issued chips on credit. The manager's office was down on the lowest deck, so Janice took the stairs down to the main office area. When she got to the lowest landing, there was a receptionist at a desk. Janice told the lady that she needed to see the manager about credit. The receptionist picked up her phone, had a short conversation, and told Janice to go on in. Behind the receptionist was a door with a plaque which said: Casino Manager, Tony Vineti.

Janice walked into Mr. Vineti' office and her jaw dropped. The office was huge, about 100' X 50'. Most of the center of the room was open space. At the far end of the room was Mr. Vineti's desk. The room was lushly carpeted, except for a 10' X 10' square of tile, right as she walked in the door. Janice could see Mr. Vineti at his desk. He appeared to be working on some papers and had not noticed her walk in. Janice began to walk over as she said "Excuse me, Mr. Vineti, may I speak to you?" 

Tony looked up and got his first look at Janice McGilney. According to her application Janice was 35 years old and she looked darn good for her age. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a pretty face in a very elegant way. She was about 5' 8" tall and though she might be a little heavy she was very curvy. She was well dressed in what appeared to be a designer outfit with matching shoes and bag. Her makeup was perfect and her jewelry looked genuine, but understated. This woman radiated class. It was going to be very entertaining bringing her down to earth, and then some. 

While examining, Janice, Tony without hesitating asked what he could do for her. Janice explained her situation to him. Her husband could never find out that she had lost that kind of money, but she knew that if she could just have a few more chips, she could win it all back. "How much money do you think you need?" Tony asked. Janice said that $500 would probably be enough. "What makes you think you could win this time, when you've lost both times before?" Tony continued. Janice told him that she had been watching the slot machines for several days now and knew that now she had a system that had to win. 

Tony almost had to turn around to hide the laugh that was fighting to get out, but he managed to keep his composure. "Well Mrs. McGilney, I have looked over your credit history and your personal information and you certainly appear to be a responsible woman." Janet thanked him and Tony handed her a voucher and told her to present it to the cashier and she would issue her $500 in chips. "However," Tony explained, "please understand that the $500 is to be paid back within 1 week. There is no interest charge for our Club Members, since they are our most important clients, but the money must be paid back on time or there are consequences. Do you find these conditions acceptable?" Janice said that the conditions sounded more than reasonable and that she would happily accept them. "Very well," said Tony, "Since this is Monday, I will expect to see you in my office next Monday with the $500, until then have a lucky week." As Janice walked out of his office, Tony muttered under his breath, "Let the game begin."

Casino Debt, Part 2

Janice took the voucher to the cashier and was presented with $500 in chips. She began to play and by the end of the day had actually won $100. She went home and thought to herself that this was going to be easy. Her system worked perfectly and she would easily win her $1000 back by the end of the week. Tuesday and Wednesday, Janice was tied up, so it was Thursday before she got back to the casino. She played for 4 hours Thursday and only won $50. This was going to take longer than she thought, but at least she would win enough to pay Mr. Vineti back and still have some money left to keep playing. It would take a while, but sooner or later she knew she would win her $1000 back. After all, her husband wouldn't be back in the country for at least 6 months, so she had plenty of time.

Saturday was Janice's next day at the casino and her luck went completely south. She played for only 3 hours and by the end of that time she had lost every coin she had. Now she was in real trouble, Mr. Vineti had said the $500 was due on Monday and she had no way to get it. Maybe she could speak to him and work out an arrangement. She went down to the receptionist on the lowest deck and asked to speak to Mr. Vineti, but the girl told her that Tony was gone for the weekend and wouldn't be back until Monday morning. 

Janice went home and paced around and around. She didn't know what to do. Her husband controlled the rest of their accounts and she couldn't get to any of the money without him knowing. He paid all the bills directly from his accounts so she didn't have any excuse for dipping into those accounts. He would send her another check the beginning of next month, but that was 2 weeks away and would only cover her expenses, anyway. Well, she would just go in first thing Monday morning and speak with Mr. Vineti. After all, he seemed like a reasonable man and she was a Club Member so she was an important customer. She was sure they could work something out.

Bright and early Monday morning, Janice McGilney walked into the casino and headed down the stairs to Tony Vineti's office. When the receptionist saw her she simply told her that Mr. Vineti was expecting her and to go right in. Nervously, Janice walked the long distance to Tony's desk. "Mr. Vineti..." she began, but he cut her off. "I'm really very busy, Mrs. McGilney, so if you'll just hand me the $500 I'll let you go and I can get back to work."

Janice stammered and told him that she had a small problem. "Excuse me," said Tony, "I don't have time for small problems right now, do you have the money or not?" Janice said that she didn't, but she was sure she could get it with just a little more time. Tony sighed and then he looked up at Janice. "You understood that the money was due today, right?" Yes sir. "You knew there were consequences if it wasn't paid, right?" Yes, sir. 

"Very well," Tony continued, "I see from your papers that your husband is a colonel stationed in Europe. I'm sure that the simplest thing to do is to call the army and have him contacted so that he can wire the money." 

"Oh dear God no" screamed Janice, "he can never know what I've done, there must be some other way to work this out." Tony sighed again, and then asked Janice to give him a minute to think of something. 

"By the way, while I'm thinking you have a lovely body, Mrs. McGilney. Janice, surprised by the remark stammered back a nervous thank you. "Do you mind telling me your measurements?" Tony continued. Janice opened her eyes wide and said that yes she did mind and it was very rude of him to ask. "Janice, I am not the one standing in this office unable to pay my debt, so unless you want me to take my first idea and call the army, I suggest you answer my question." Tony finished speaking and just stared at Janice, waiting. 

"Oh very well, if you must know I am 38D, 26, 38," Janice finally stammered back. 

Tony continued looking at her, "I like the dress you have on, where did you get it? Janice was so nervous she didn't even remember what she was wearing. She looked down and saw that she had on a green dress she had bought at Saks. It was one of her best, low cut with a scoop neck, and bordered with expensive lace. She told Mr. Vineti that it had come from Saks. Tony told her he really liked the way it showed off her cleavage and Janice began to blush. Then Tony asked, "You know I'd really like to see more of your curves, why don't you take your left breast out of your dress." 

"What!!!," Janice asked in shock. "Mrs. McGilney, you have two choices you can either extract your left tit from your clothes or I can call the army. Your choice, you have 10 seconds before I call." Again, Tony finished speaking and then simply stared at Janice. Janice shivered for a moment and realized she had no choice. She reached down into the low neck of her dress and scooped out her left bra cup. She was so embarrased, she didn't know how it could get worse, but it did.

Tony glared at her, "Janice I guess I didn't make myself clear, I didn't ask you to take out your bra, I asked you to take out your left tit. Now do it." Janice felt tears come to her eyes, but she had now choice, she reached down and peeled her bra cup down so her breast was completely exposed. "Very nice, large and very firm especially for your age. The nipple is nice and large and the dollar size aureole complement it well." 

Janice turned completely red. She couldn't imagine hearing her breast analyzed that way. "May I put it back now?" she asked." 

"No, let me explain to you how this will work. Since you haven't paid the loan on time you now need collateral. That pretty boob of your is the collateral. Next Monday you will come into my office. You will either hand me $500 or you will take that tit out again and hand it to me." 

Janice didn't understand, "what do you mean?" 

Tony glared at her and continued. "It's perfectly simple, next Monday you will walk through that door. If you have the $500 you will walk to my desk and hand it to me. If you don't you will walk through the door, stop on the tile square, take out your left tit, walk over to my desk, and place that pretty tit in my hand. I will then fondle it, play with it, or just hold it, while I think of what else to do with you. Is that clear enough? 

"But I don't have anyway to get the money, I haven't anything left to play with, Janice pleaded." 

Tony thought a moment. "Very well I will give you a voucher for another $500 in chips. That will give you a chance." Janice just stood there with her tit hanging out staring like a deer caught in the headlights. Then she quietly sobbed that she had no choice and walked out of the office. She didn't even remember to put her tit back in, until she got up to the next landing and heard the man laughing as she got off. Janice ran crying out of the casino and didn't come back that day. 

Casino Debt Part 3

Janice cried all the way home. She couldn't imagine how she had gotten into this mess. The rest of the day she just sat at her kitchen table and tried to think of a way out. The more she sat, the more she became conviced that she had just hit one day of really bad luck. After all, she had studied the game and it wasn't very complicated. Surely her system would work over time and since she had already had a really bad day, then she must be due for a good day. So, with her confidence restored, Tuesday morning Janice went back to the casino. 

Sure enough, her luck changed. She played all day, and by the end of the day she had won $300. Now she had $800 and she knew that she was safe from Mr. Vineti. Her system was working perfectly and soon she would win all of her money back and her husband would never know. Wednesday she had a luncheon with the officers' wives so she didn't get back to the boat until Thursday.

By 9:00 Thursday morning, Janice was back at the casino with a bucket full of tokens at her favorite slot machines. For the next 3 hours she couldn't win anything and by noon she had lost $500. She was just beginning to question her wonderful system, when her luck began to improve. By the end of the day she had won $200 back. She left the casino with her original $500.

That night Janice got out a pencil and paper and tried to analyze her system. She hadn't lost any money yet this week, but overall she hadn't won any either. She had to find a way to make this go faster. As she looked over her system, she became more and more convinced that it had to work. The problem was the machines she was playing were only $1 machines. Obviously, if she played the more expensive $5 machines she would win five times faster. Well, Friday she had to get her hair done for a formal lunch Sunday afternoon, so the casino would have to wait until Saturday. But that was okay, with her new plan, one day would be plenty of time to win back at least a substantial part of her money. 

Saturday morning, Janice slept in. After all she had plenty of time to play since she would win so much faster. She didn't even get to the casino until 11:00. Janice took her $500 to the cashier and bought 100 $5 tokens. Then she went over to the $5 slots and began playing for all she was worth. Unfortunately, lady luck was not with Janice that Saturday morning, and not being used to playing the $5 slots, she lost track of how many tokens she had played. At 12:30 Janice looked down into her bucket of tokens and was horrified to see that she only had about $100 left. Where had the rest gone? It didn't seem like she had played that much, but there it was. In a panic, Janice played the rest of the day, but all she could do was break even. She left the casino Saturday night, in tears, with only $100. When she got home, she called General Parker's wife. She was in charge of the luncheon tomorrow and Janice had to get out of it so she could get back to the casino and at least win back enough money to pay Tony Vineti. Emily Parker listened to Janice beg to get out of the luncheon. Emily asked her why she couldn't attend, and of course Janice couldn't tell her the truth, so she just said that she had personal commitments. "Janice," Emily told her, "we all have places we would like to be, but this Officer's Wives' Luncheon is a major charity fund raiser and we are all expected to attend." Janice hung up the phone and just stared into space. What was she going to do Monday morning?

Monday morning Janice woke up early. She began to panic, but then calmed herself down. After all, she thought, Mr. Vineti was really just trying to scare me so I would try harder to pay back his money. I have $100. I'll give him that and we'll work out something for the rest of the money. Janice also decided that she wouldn't wear anything remotely provocative so Tony wouldn't get any ideas. Janice put on a simple white blouse and black slacks and drove to the waterfront. She boarded the casino and walked straight down to the office area. Once again, the cute little receptionist just looked at her and told her that Tony was expecting her.

Janice walked into the office and began to walk over to Mr. Vineti, but as soon as she walked through the door Tony yelled across the room, "I see you have my $500." Janice stopped walking. She started to explain that she only had $100, but as soon as she began to talk, Tony put up a hand to stop her. "Walk back to the tile square, Janice. Now do you have my $500?" Janice started to cry, and sobbing told him that she just had $100 but she would give him that now and she would get the rest of the money somehow. "Janice, if you don't have the money why did you start to walk across the room. You remember the conditions I gave you last week." 

Janice continued sobbing, "I didn't think you were really serious about that. You can't believe I would really... Oh god!." 

Tony just sat a moment watching the shocked officer's wife cry. "Janice, I was quite serious about my conditions and I expect them to be followed. You have three choices. First, you can walk out that door and I will call the army immediately. Second, you can walk over here and place $500 on my desk. Finally, you can scoop that pretty left tit of yours out, and then walk over here and place it in my hand. Your choice. I'm going to count to 10 and if you haven't started moving I'm picking up the phone.

Janice just stood there stunned. She couldn't do what he asked, but there was no way she could allow him to call the army. After a moment, Janice looked up and realized that Tony was up to 8. Well she had no choice, and after all, it was only her breast. Quickly, before Tony could finish counting, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, reached into her bra, and scooped out her left breast. It was humiliating to be standing with her tit hanging out, but the alternative was worse. Slowly Janice walked the 100 feet over to Tony's desk. Tony held out his hand, palm up, and Janice leaned over until her naked breast was resting in Tony's palm. Tony took his other hand and gently stroked the top of the pretty tit while he looked up at Janice. "Beautiful" he told her as he petted her big boob. Then as he took his top hand and pinched her nipple playfully, he told her that she had one of the nicest tits he'd ever seen. Janice just stood there, leaning over and blushing. She didn't know what to say.

Tony, while playing with her breast, asked her why it would be so terrible for her husband to find out what had happened. Janice told him the truth. Her husband, Colonel Phillip McGilney, worked on sensitive projects in Europe. She didn't know exactly what they were, but they required high level security clearance. If the army found out that she had gambling debts, not only would they revoke his clearance, but they might even force him to retire since he would no longer be able to do his job. Janice knew that even if he wasn't forced out, he would leave her over this and she would have no one to support her. She asked Tony, "What's a woman my age to do without a man's support?" 

Tony couldn't help laughing, this was just getting too good. He told Janice that he understood her situation. "So let's make sure that neither the army or your husband ever find out." He continued speaking as he casually bounced her tit up and down in his palm, feeling its weight. "Here's how this will work. Each Monday you will report to my office. If you have enough money to pay everything you owe me, the game is over and you're free to leave. If you have at least $500 to pay me, then the game stays where it was the previous week and you don't have to pay any additional penalty. However, if you don't have at least $500, you will have to put up additional collateral." 




Casino Debt



Janice was confused, if she had no money at the end of a week, how was she to get an additional $500. Mr. Vineti explained it to her. Each week, regardless of her performance, she would be issued an additional $500 on credit. This $500 would be given to her in either chips or tokens, her choice. "So, if I don't play, then each week I could just hand you back the $500 and not have to pay any more penalties, correct?" Janice asked. No, she was told.

Tony spelled it out for her, "The chips or tokens issued to you are marked with a red line. These cannot be redeemed for cash, you must play them. Then whatever money you win you may use to pay your debt. Currently you owe me $1000. I will now issue you an additional $500 so next Monday you will owe me $1500."

When Janice pleaded that she couldn't win $1500 in one week, Tony told her that he understood that. "As I said, if you can at least pay back $500, you will not incur any additional penalties. Each week that you do pay a penalty, I will explain to you what the next penalty will be." Tony let go of her tit and stood up. "This week, Mrs. McGilney you paid the penalty of your left tit. So obviously the right one will be the next penalty. Next Monday, unless you have $1500 to pay me you will scoop that pretty left tit out again and bring it to me. If, however, you do not have at least $500, you may either scoop out both boobs or simply remove everything you are wearing from the waist up. Either way you come over here and hand me both tits, since at that point they will both be collartal for your loan and will technically belong to me." Tony sat back down and told Janice she was free to go. "However, Mrs. McGilney, I look forward to seeing you next Monday, and by the way, you might want to put that tit away before you leave." Janice tucked her boob back into her bra, buttoned her shirt, and walked, sobbing, back to her car.

Casino Debt Part 4

Janice cried all the way home. The situation was hopeless. She couldn't possibly win $1500 in one week and if she didn't she would have to let that man bounce her boob around again. Not only that, but if she didn't win at least $500 she would have to let him play with both of her breasts. It wasn't painful, but just the idea was so humiliating that she shuddered just thinking about it. Then another thought came to her.

She knew she couldn't win enough money at the slots to pay Tony back by Monday, but maybe there was another game she could play. The next day, Janice went back to the casino and just watched. She wandered from table to table looking to see where the biggest winners were. As she passed the roulette table, a gambler collected on a wager where he had place $10 on a single number. She saw the croupier hand the man $350 for his single bet. This was obviously the game to play. She watched the roulette wheel the rest of the afternoon and, by the end of the day, she was convinced that this was the game that would allow her to win her entire $1500 back. Then, after she had paid Tony back, she would have time to play until she won her own original $1000 back. As she left the casino, Janice wondered why they had a game where it so easy to win a lot of money. Oh well, that wasn't her problem, her only thought was to win her money back as quickly as possible.

The following day, Wednesday, Janice went back to the casino. She turned her voucher in and received $500 in marked chips. She immediately took her chips over to the nearest roulette table and began to play. She didn't understand the more complicated bets, and besides, they didn't pay as much as betting on a single number, so why would someone waste there time on them. Janice continually placed $10 on a single number. She didn't always play the same number but moved her bet around. She was too smart to believe that the same number would come up over and over. By the end of the day she knew her system was working. She had hit her number 4 times that day and had won $400. With the $100 she had left over from the previous week, she now had $1000. She could easily get the next $500 in a day or so. This was going to be so easy. Janice went home and got the first good night's sleep she had managed in well over a week.

Thursday and Friday Janice went out with her friends. After all, the system was going so well, the weekend would be plenty of time to play and win the additional $500 she needed. So, Saturday morning bright and early, Janice headed back to the boat. She went right back to the roulette wheel she'd had so much success with. After all, why change something that was working so well. This time, however, things didn't go so well. Janice played for over 3 hours and only hit one number. When she quit for lunch, she counted her chips and she was down to $600 from her $1000. Even when her luck changed, which it had to, since she had hit 4 times on her previous visit, she wouldn't have time to win enough money to pay Tony back. Well there obviously was only one thing to do. She had to speed up the game. Instead of $10 each time, she would bet $30. That way, one win would pay her over $1000 and she could quit right there and go home. After lunch, Janice was so excited to see the end of this nightmare in sight, that she sped back to the casino as fast as she could and practically ran back to her roulette table. Janice played for the next hour and didn't hit a single number. After a while, she realized she hadn't checked her chips for a while and she wondered how much she had left. A quick glance into her bag told her the bad news; she was down to $40. She had lost almost her entire $600. Janice almost started to cry, but then she remembered how much the wheel paid. If she bet her entire $40 and won, that single bet would pay her $1400. That alone would almost get enough to pay Tony on one spin, and surely she could raise at least the other $60 she would need easily enough. Her mind at ease, Janice placed her money on the number 8 and watch the wheel spin. 

As Janice drove home, she wondered how things had gone so badly. When the wheel came up 13, she had lost the remainder of her money. She had no money to play with the rest of the week, and Monday she had to go back and see Tony. Dear God this was getting horrible. That night, Janice cried herself to sleep. Sunday, she just moped around her house until she finally came to grips with her situation. Last week she had let Tony play with one of her breasts and she had survived. It had been humiliating, but she had gotten through it. Now she would simply have to let him have both of them. How much worse could that be? Anyway, she couldn't avoid it, so she might as well make up her mind to get through it and move on.

Monday morning came and the first thing Janice had to decide was what to wear. It had been bad enough standing there with one breast just hanging out, she certainly wasn't just going to pull them both out and stand there with them hanging out. That meant, though, that she would have to remove her top when she got into the office. So Janice chose a simple button up blouse that was easy to remove. That way at least she wouldn't make a spectacle of herself undressing. She considered not wearing a bra so she wouldn't have to take it off in front of Tony, but with her D-cup boobs that would just be too uncomfortable so she wore a simple white one.

Janice drove to the casino and walked aboard the boat. She stopped, took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. She waited for the receptionist to pass her through and then, with a final sigh, she opened the door. Janice took a step onto the tile and began to unbutton her blouse before she even looked up. As she unbuttoned the second button, Janice looked over at Tony's desk and froze. He wasn't alone. Sitting at Tony's desk were two young men in business suits. Tony looked up and saw Janice. "Excuse me, Mrs. McGilney, do you have my money?" Janice just shook her head no. Tony glared at her, "then why are you stopping? get that top off and bring those big tits over here. Jack and Mike here are looking forward to playing with them." 

Janice just shook for a moment, and then managed to stammer out, "b-b-but you didn't say anything about anyone else, this was just b-b-between you and m-m-me." 

"No Janice," Tony explained patiently, "your tits are collateral for the loan. Until it is paid back they belong to me and I can share them with whoever I like. Jack and Mike are my night and weekend managers and they have been doing such a good job that I felt they deserved a special reward. So I told them about you. They both love women with big boobs and I told them they could play with yours as long as they liked. So get those beauties out and get them over here. We haven't got all day." 

Janice was in shock. It was bad enough handing her breasts to one stranger, but now she was supposed to pass them around between 3 men. Janice actually thought about running out the door, but she knew that wasn't really an option. So, with tears in her eyes, Janice finished unbuttoning her blouse and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. She went to unfasten her bra, but her hands were shaking so bad, she couldn't work the clasps. Finally, she took a deep breath, steadied herself, and unhooked the bra. As she lowered the cups away from her boobs, she saw that all 3 men had their eyes watching her strip. She was embarrased beyond anything she had ever experienced before. And it wasn't over. She saw Tony hold out his hand and she knew what she had to do. She dropped the bra and slowly walked over to Tony and leaned forwards so her breasts rested in Tony's outstretched hands.

As Tony squeezed and petted her boobs, he turned to the other men. "Are they as nice as I said or not?" They're spectacular was Mike's assessment while Jack just smiled and said to Tony, "yeah, they're great boss.."

Tony told Jack to come over and grab one of the nipples, so Jack took two fingers and gently pulled on the nipple of Janice's right breast. "See how it hardens when you play with it," Tony commented. "I really think Mrs. McGilney is starting to enjoy this." Janice just shook, she couldn't protest, but how could they believe she enjoyed any of this. All she wanted was for them to finish playing with her so she could go home.

Tony had other ideas though. He told Janice to take her tits over to Mike and and give them to him for a while. So she walked over to Mike and placed her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them, petted them, tweaked her nipples a little, and had a great time playing with her boobs, until Tony told her to it was Jack's turn and to take her tits over to him. Janice stood up, lifting her breasts out of Mike's hands, and walked over to Jack and put them back down into his hands. The playing began again. Her breasts were squeezed, petted, bounced, and her nipples were tweaked and rubbed and licked and even kissed. Finally, Tony said that was enough. Janice stood up and began to walk back to the door. "Where are you going? " Tony yelled. 

Janice sobbed and told him that he had said they were done and she was getting her clothes. Tony just stared at her. "Mrs McGilney, I only meant that Jack's turn was over. We are certainly not done with your tits. Now get them back here."

Janice hung her head and slowly walked back to the desk. Tony turned to his two friends, "you know it's really hard to play with those beauties when both your hands are holding one. Why don't you two move close together, so that Janice can hand each of you one tit. Oh my God, Janice thought, he can't be serious. But the two men moved next to each other and Tony just looked at Janice, waiting.

Janice sobbed audibly, but she walked over and placed one of her boobs in each man's outstretched palm. Mike and Jack both had a great time. They each bounced their boob up and down to see which one jiggled better. Then they each squeezed the tit they were holding with both hands to see which one would stick out the farthest. Finally, they started playing with her nipples to see which one would get harder. For 15 minutes both men petted, bounced, fondled, pinched, and generally just played with Janice's big boobs. They especially seemed to like playing with her nipples which she found particularly humiliating. After what seem like an eternity, the men dropped her boobs, thanked Tony for a wonderful morning, and left the office. 

After they left, Janice just fell to her knees and wept. Tony came over to her and, petting her head, said, "There, there, it's over now and your tits were certainly a big hit. Also, you saved me some money since both those men happily took playing with your big boobs over receiving a small bonus." 

"You just used me as a big toy to pass around," Janice screamed, "How could you do that?"

"Easily," Tony answered, "It was fun, besides technically I didn't pass your tits around you did. However, you will be pleased to know that I have no more bonuses scheduled, so the rest of our sessions will just be between you and me. That's the good news. Now, since you paid the penalty of your right tit this time, I need to tell what the penalty will be next Monday if you don't have my money. You've heard the expression, you bet your ass, well that's exactly what you are doing. If you don't have $500 next Monday, after you have exposed both of those big tits. You will raise your skirt or lower your pants, whichever you have on, and then you will lower the back of your panties so I can see that big butt of yours. You will turn around so I can get a good look at it. Then you will walk over to my desk, stand in front of it, turn to the side, and bend over until you hands are holding your legs below your knees. That will let me play with your pretty ass and will also let those tits hang down nicely if I want to work on them." 

Janice jumped back and told him in no uncertain terms that he was not sticking anything up her ass. "My dear Mrs. McGilney, I have no intention of doing that, at least not yet, but that big butt of yours appeals to me and I hope to get some time to play with it. Now get back over here." 

Janice stepped back over to him, but she did ask what he meant by "not yet." Tony told her that she simply wasn't up to that penalty yet. But she had better come up with the money soon because she wasn't far away from it. "Of course, Mrs McGilney, you can avoid any further humiliation by simply paying me the money I am owed. Here is your voucher for the next $500 in chips and I will see you next Monday." Tony gave her pretty tits one last little bounce each and told her she could go. 

Janice stumbled back to her clothes in a daze. She put her bra on, but didn't even try to clasp it. Then she simply slipped her blouse on without buttoning it and stumbled out of the office. Several customers saw a young lady with an unbuttoned shirt and a loose bra hanging out, stumble out to a car and drive off. They figured she had had too much to drink, but she had given them a nice show. Casino Debt Part 5

Janice didn't even remember driving home. All she could think about was those two young men bouncing her boobs around like they were some sort of rubber toys. It was so humiliating she didn't think she could even look at Tony again. But of course she had to, so she had better pull herself together and come up with a plan. Her money situation was worse now. She owed Mr. Vineti $2000. Of course winning $500 would save her ass, but the idea of handing Tony her boobs again to play with was not something she was willing to accept.

What had gone wrong with her last plan. It had seemed so perfect. Then, as she thought back, Janice realized what the problem was. She had made a mistake by running out of time, and raising her bets had ruined her plan. Janice remembered what had happened the first day she played. She had limited her bets to $10 and had hit 4 numbers. That was the answer. If you played $10 each time, so that you could play all day, the game would hit at least 4 numbers and you would win. Since that was what happened the first day, that had to be the way it happened everyday. That was the way numbers worked. She remembered that from math class when they had talked about averages, or something like that. Janice cheered up immediately. She would hit the casino first thing Tuesday morning so she would have plenty of time for her system to work properly. Thank God, she wouldn't have to let Mr. Vineti play with her like his little toy anymore. 

Tuesday morning came, and by 9:00 Janice was at the roulette table. Janice decided to play #1 for her first bet and knew this was going to be her day when 1 came up on the wheel. In less than a minute she had won $350 and if she could hit the other 3 wins early she would have plenty of cash. Janice spent the rest of the morning playing $10 bets on the wheel. Since #1 had worked on her first bet, she just went up in sequence, playing #2 on her second bet and so on. The problem was that she didn't hit another number all morning. Oh well, she couldn't have lost that many chips in 3 hours, she would go to lunch and come back later that afternoon. Janice just stuffed her bag of chips into her purse without even looking and left the boat.

After a nice lunch, Janice felt so renewed she knew that this would be her day. She headed back to the roulette table and by about 2:00 she was playing again. When she pulled her bag of chips out and reached in, it didn't feel as if she had that many left. But she looked in and saw that she had at least two handfulls, which would be enough to last the rest of the day. So she would get her 3 more wins and have enough money to pay Tony. Janice played for another hour or so, and still did not hit another number. It was after 3:00 now and she would have to leave by 5:00 to make her dinner engagement that night at the base. Still that was plenty of time. Janice played for a little over another hour and still none of her numbers came up. Then, about 4:15, she reached into her chip bag to make her next bet and she couldn't find another chip. Janice's face went completely white. She quickly looked into the bag and it was indeed completely empty. She had lost all her chips. This was only Tuesday. She had 6 more days until she had to meet Mr. Vineti again, but she had no money to play with. 

Janice walked to her car and drove home in a daze. What had happened? Her system had been perfect and yet she had lost again. More importantly, how would she save her ass from Tony. Maybe she could borrow some money at the dinner. Janice dressed in her best dress and went to the dinner at the army base. She smiled and tried to be sweet to everyone. But everytime she asked to borrow money from someone, they always had a reason that they couldn't lend her any. That snooty general's wife, Mrs Parker, even had the nerve to tell her that if she was more responsible she wouldn't need a loan. As if that snob could possibly understand her problems.

The rest of the week was a blur. Somehow the days went by and it got to be Sunday night. Janice hardly slept that night wondering what she would do the next day. Finally, she simply realized that she would have to deal with it. Anyway, Tony had said he wouldn't stick anything in her ass, so all he could probably do was pat her bottom a little. In fact he'd probably get so bored doing that he'd end up going back to her breasts anyway. Sometime around 2:00 in the morning Janice drifted off. 

Monday morning Janice woke up groggy. It had been such a long night. She glanced over at her clock and her heart stopped. It was 8:15. She always got to Tony's office by 9:00. What if she was late. He might decide she wasn't coming and make that call. Quickly, Janice through on a clean dress without even really looking at it. She dashed out to her car and sped towards the casino. She pulled into the parking lot right at 9:00. She ran to the boat, dashed down the stairs, and, out of breath, pantingly told the receptionist she was there to see Tony. The girl told her to go right in, but she took a moment to catch her breath before going through the door. 




Casino Debt



Janice walked into the room and stopped on the tile square. She saw Tony looking at her and knew what she had to do. She started to undress and then realized what she was wearing. It was her aqua dress with the low V-neck. She only had to show Tony her bottom, not her entire body, so she wasn't about to take off the dress. However, that meant she would have to scoop her breasts out and she hated that. But it was the lesser of two evils, so Janice reached into the neckline of her dress, found her right breast, pulled it out of its bra cup and out of the dress. Then she did the same thing with her left boob. There she was facing Tony with both her breasts hanging out of her dress. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she had to reach under her dress and lower the back of her panties below her bottom so that her ass was hanging out. After that was done, she walked over to Tony's desk. Turned sideways to him and bent over. Then with a deep breath she reached back and flipped the back of her dress up onto her back so that her bottom was hanging out in space. After that she grabbed her legs just below her knees and hoped this would be over soon. 

Tony walked out from behind his desk and stood in front of Janice. "You look great, Mrs. McGilney, I love the way your big tits hang out of your dress." As he spoke to her, he reached under her with both hands, grabbed each boob, and began to wobble them back and forth. "Janice, I have to admit, these are great fun to play with, but we need to move on to other things." Jancie just quivered and waited for her breasts to stop bouncing after he let them go. 

Tony moved behind her and put a hand on her bottom. "You have a nice big butt, Janice, you know that don't you." Janice sobbed and told him that yes she knew she had a big bottom, but she couldn't do anything about it. Tony told her not to apologize, "I like a big round ass, more to explore." and he gave her a little spank on her butt. Then he did something that totally shocked her. Tony grabbed one of her cheeks in each hand and pulled her ass wide open. 

Janice jumped up and spun around and screamed, "You said you wouldn't stick anything in my ass." 

"And I won't," Tony snarled back, "Now get back in position right now. I said I wouldn't stick anything in your asshole, I didn't say I wouldn't look at it. Now get down so I can open your ass and get a look at your hole." Janice knew she couldn't have heard him right. She was completely frozen, she couldn't move if she wanted to. Tony jolted her back to reality by walking behind her and slapping her hard on her butt.

"Mrs. McGilney, you have 3 seconds to get back into position or this game is over, and you know what that means." Janice felt absolutely sick at her stomach, but she couldn't let Mr. Vineti make that call. So she bent back over and lifted her dress up again and waited for what she knew was coming. Sure enough, she felt Tony pull her ass open again. She wanted to die. After a minute or so, Tony told her to get up, backup closer to the wall behind her, then get back into position again so her butt could be reopened. Janice did as she was told and sure enough a moment later felt her cheeks pried open one more time. Janice wondered how long this man would make her show him her anus and how long she could stand the humiliation. After a couple of minutes, Tony told her to stay in position but to look over her shoulder. Janice looked and started crying. Behind her was a mirror and she could see her own ass. Her cheeks were spread wide open and all she could see was her anus, fully exposed. Tony let go of her ass and told her to stop the stupid crying. After all she could end this game anytime she didn't want to play anymore.

Janice quit weeping but continued to sob quietly. Then Tony told her that he had work to do, so while he liked looking at her ass, he just didn't have time to hold it open anymore. Janice started to get up to leave, but Tony quickly told her to get back down. "I didn't mean I was through with you, I just don't have time to devote exclusively to you right now. I have a letter I have to get written, so we'll just have to multi-process." Tony told Janice to get up and walk behind his desk. "Now face the wall with the mirror on it and get back into position." 

Janice walked over to the wall, bent over, and put her ass out again. "Thank you, Mrs. McGilney. Now you are going to stay there for the next hour. If you get up for any reason, this game is over and I make a phone call. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Janice answered meekly. 

Tony told her that was the right answer and Janice just stared at the wall. Then she felt a sort of dull poking into the sides of her cheeks just above and below her anus. Janice whimpered and asked him to please tell her what he was doing to her bottom?"

"Mrs. McGilney, it should be perfectly obvious. I told you that I don't have time to hold your ass open as I have work to do, but I do like having your little asshole pointing at me. So I've taken two Q-tips, and put them sideways between your cheeks to hold your ass open. Now no more talking, I have work to do." Tony started to turn back to his desk, but stopped. "Oh, by the way, I want you to look up into the mirror. I like looking at the expression on your face while you know your little asshole is so open to me." 

Janice couldn't believe her situation. Here she was bending over so she could point her naked bottom at a man she hardly knew. And then that man had propped her ass open, so that her anus would stay exposed to view. But she didn't dare move and force him to make that phone call, so she just stayed where she was told and prayed for it to be over. 

After about 15 minutes, Tony quit writing. "Janice I have to give this letter to my secretary to mail. I will be right back. Do not move while I'm gone. If those Q-tips are not in place when I get back this game is over." 

Janice just quivered. Tony walked out the door but she still didn't dare move. She just stayed there with her ass propped open and her anus in full view for whoever walked in. Thank God, Tony came right back. He walked back into his office and sat back down in his chair. Then he quietly asked Janice if she would like him to let her get up."Oh please, Mr Vineti, let me get up," Janice begged. 

"All right Janice, I'll make a deal with you. Your panties are down far enough to give me a great view of your ass, but I can't really see your little pussy. If you tell me to lower your panties below your pussy and then to pull you open so I can get a really good look at it, I will do that and then let you up. Otherwise, you stay there with your ass propped open for the next 40 minutes. It's your choice, but I should tell you that I have 3 people meeting me in this office in half an hour, so just let me know what you decide when you make up your mind."

Tony almost laughed as he looked in the mirror and watched Janice's eyes go wide. He could just imagine the quandry she was in. She had a pretty little asshole, which certainly was fun to look at, but watching her have to make this choice seemed even better. Janice couldn't believe it. On the one hand, the idea of having 3 strangers walk into the office while she was forced to have her anus exposed to all of them, was unimagineable. On the other hand, she had married her husband right out of school and he was the only man who had ever seen her vagina. She didn't think she could bear to show it to this horrible man. But the more she stood there, the more scared she became that those other 3 men would walk into the office.

She couldn't stand it anymore, she had to do it. Without moving she said, "Mr. Vineti, please lower my panties and spread me open so you can get a good look at my vagina." Then she just hung her head and waited for it to happen. But nothing did happen. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and begged him to get it over with. 

Tony just looked at her sadly. "Janice, Janice, Janice, you weren't supposed to tell me to look at your vagina, you were to tell me to look at your pussy. Now either ask properly or stay there." Janice took a deep breath, she wasn't sure she could say that horrible thing again, especially using that word, but she had to. 

She took another deep breath. "Please Mr Vineti, lower my p-p-panties and spread m-m-me open so you can get a good look at my p-p-pussy." Janice thought she might faint, but she had managed to say it. Then she felt the Q-tips being taken from her ass and felt her cheeks close, but then just as she sighed with some relief, she felt her panties being lowered. Then Tony grabbed both her cheeks below her anus and pulled them as wide open as they would possibly go. 

Janice not only felt her anus come back into view, but she felt the lips of her vagina pull open and she knew that everything she had was now on full view for Tony. After about a minute, Tony slowly closed her ass and told her she could get up. "By the way, Mrs. McGilney, I do want you to know you have a very pretty pussy. I look forward to getting better acquainted with it."

Janice was almost scared to ask what he meant by that but she did. "Well I'll explain," Tony said patiently, "but first you have to make a choice. Your penalty this time was your ass. The next penalty you pay willl be one of your holes. Which one is up to you." Janice could only whimper that she just didn't understand. "It's perfectly simple," Tony continued, "your next piece of collateral is either your pussy or your asshole, your choice. Whichever one you choose becomes my toy to do whatever I want with."

"Wh-wh-what would you do?" asked Janice. "Well, " said Tony, "I'll tell you what I won't do. I will not actually fuck either of your holes and I won't do anything that will cause you real pain or damage. Short of that, anything goes." 

Janice couldn't believe this, "but I told you, you can't stick anything up my ass and certainly not in my vagina." 

Tony got an angry look on his face. "Mrs. McGilney that is not your decision. If you don't want anything stuck in one of your holes, than you'd better come up with my money by Monday, because if you don't, I promise things will be stuck up one of your holes. Now quickly pick which hole will be your penalty." Janice was dumbstruck, she didn't know what to say. But looking up at Mr. Vineti she knew he was serious. 

She had to pick which one of her openings he would abuse if she didn't pay him. Well, she couldn't let him have her vagina, that belonged to her husband, so that only left her anus. She didn't think she could stand him doing things to it, but she had to choose something. "Okay, " she said quietly, "my next penalty will be my anus. Now, may I please leave?"

Tony smiled, "Yes Janice, here's your next voucher and you may go, but I have to admit, I really hope you don't have the money next week." Janice broke into tears. She cried as she pulled her pants up and tucked her breasts back into her clothes. When she got back to her car, she was glad she hadn't had time to put makeup on that morning. It would have been running all over her face.

Casino Debt Part 6

Janice somehow managed to drive home without hitting anything. She really didn't know how she managed that, since she had cried so hard coming home, it had been hard to see through the tears. But she was home safe. Now, she had to come up with a plan to save her poor anus. It had been bad enough spreading her bottom cheeks to expose herself to Mr. Vineti, but that was nothing compared to actually letting Tony stick something inside her. She knew she would have nightmares about it all week.

She had to have another plan. The last one had seemed perfect but it hadn't worked. She needed to do some more research. Tuesday morning, Janice headed back to the casino boat. She didn't even take her voucher with her so she wouldn't be tempted to play. More research was obviously what was required. She spent the entire day just wondering around the boat watching every game she could find. By 4:00 in the afternoon she still hadn't found anything that she thought would solve her problem. But then, just as she was about to leave, she took one last walk by the crap table. She had watched the dice a few times that day, but it didn't seem like you could win a lot of money quickly at it. This time though, a middle-aged man was making a bet she hadn't seen before. He was betting that the dice would come up double 6s. And, sure enough that was exactly what came up. When they paid the man, Janice saw that the bet paid 30 to 1. Well those were the kind of odds that she was looking for, but was the game winnable enough for her to make the kind of money she needed. Then, Janice took a deep breath. She wasn't going to make the kind of rash decision that had gotten her into trouble before. This time she would go home and think this through.

Janice calmly drove home and ate dinner before even considering what she had seen. Then she sat down and methodically analyzed this bet. On the surface it looked perfect. If she bet $20, she would be paid $600 if the double 6s came up. But how often would they come up? Janice knew there were 6 numbers on each die. Therefore, the odds of getting a 6 on one die were 6 to 1. SInce there were 2 dice, the odds of getting two 6s were 6 to 1 plus 6 to 1 which was 12 to 1. Since the game payed 30 to 1 she had to make money. This bet was indeed perfect. Janice was so thankful at that point that she was obviously better at math than whoever had come up with this bet. Her little butthole was saved. 

Time was the only problem. Wednesday and Thursday were tied up with another Officer's Wives function. They had to travel to Chicago for some stupid charity fund raiser and wouldn't get back until late Thursday night. Janice went of course, but she was distracted the whole time. All she could think about was getting back to the casino so she could win her money and get this nightmare over with. In fact, it was so bad that Mrs Parker, the bitchy general's wife, had actually scolded her for not taking raising money for charity seriously. As if that was a really important thing to do. Her problems were much worse than anything those stupid charities were trying to help.

When Janice got home Thurday night she made sure to set her alarm before going to bed. She was going to need all the time she could get to win the money she needed. Friday morning she was at the casino by 8:00 AM. Janice spent all day playing the dice. She bet $20 on every roll that double 6s would come up. At the end of the day her plan seemed to be working, she had won $600. The problem was it wasn't going fast enough. Saturday she had to get her hair done. That would take all day and that was way too important to reschedule, so she was going to have to win all the money she needed on Sunday.

Sunday morning she was back at the boat. By 12:00 she had won another $100. Now she had $1200. But she owed Mr. Vineti $2500. Janice knew she needed to win faster. Take a deep breath, she said to herself, the last time you tried to speed up the game you remember what happened, let's stop and think this through. Janice counted her money again to make sure and yes, she had $1200 in chips. Then she started calculating. The game paid 30 to 1 for each double 6. Also, she knew the game paid off at least one time in every 12 rolls. Okay then, since she had $1200, she could bet $100 on a roll for 12 rolls. Double 6s had to come up at least once, math proved that. At 30 to 1, the first double 6 would pay her $3000 and she would be out of trouble. Janice almost knelt down in prayer right there to thank God that it was almost over.

With her salvation at hand, Janice took the dice and started to roll. The first roll came up 5 & 3, but she wasn't worried. She had plenty of rolls left and only 1 roll was sure to hit. Ten rolls later, Janice still had not rolled her double 6s. She had 1 roll left. She placed her last $100 on the board and took the dice. She still wasn't really worried, this roll had to come up 6 & 6; she had worked out the math. Janice rolled the dice and there it was 6 & ... 4. 4! How could it be 4? It had to be 6 & 6, she must have looked wrong, but no, it was 6 and 4 and the croupier was taking her last $100 in chips. Janice stumbled away from the table and almost fell. Some man asked her if she was all right, and she couldn't tell him what was going on, so she just said that she was okay and stumbled out to her car. She wondered if she just started driving and kept going if anyone would miss her. But, then she would have no money and be no better off, so she just drove slowly home.

Janice got home and just paced around her room. What was she to do. Tomorrow morning she had to go see Tony, and he was going to stick something up her ass. HE WAS GOING TO STICK SOMETHING UP HER ASS!! She knew she was going to faint. She stopped pacing and took a deep breath. Okay, I have to go throught with this, she said to herself, he said he wouldn't screw me so he won't put his penis inside me. He'll probably put a finger in me, but I'll live through it. At least this visit won't take long. I'll go, get this over with, and go home. Then Janice set her alarm for 7:30 and went to bed.

Promptly at 7:30, Janice got up and began to dress. At least this time she would put on a top she could remove easily so she wouldn't have to haul out her boobs again. She put on a simple pull-over sweater and a pair of jeans. Then she headed over to the casino. Janice was actually running a little early, but she figured the earlier she got there, the earlier this would be over with. It was only a quarter to nine when Janice walked down the stairs to the office level and the receptionist told her to go into Tony's office. As she went in, she wondered if that receptionist had any idea what went on in that office.

Janice went into the office and closed the door. She stood on the now familiar tile square and began to undress. She removed her sweater and unhooked and removed her bra. It was funny, she had done that part so often now it was almost easy. Then she removed her shoes and socks. Finally she unsnapped and removed her jeans and then lowered her panties below her butt. She walked over to where Mr. Vineti was sitting behind his large desk. When she reached the desk, she started to turn sideways to get back into that awful position that Tony demanded.

Tony stopped her. "Mrs McGilney, that's not where you go this week. You owe me your asshole, not just your ass. Do you see what's on my desk?" Janice looked at his desk. It was long and made of mahogany. In fact, Tony's desk had to be at least 15 feet from end to end and almost 6 feet from front to back. On the right side of his desk as she faced it, was what looked for all the world like a giant lazy Susan. It was some sort of turntable, at least 5 feet in diameter with some sort of felt pad on top of it. Janice had no idea what it was for. 

Tony explained it to her, "My dear Mrs. McGilney, that turntable is what we normally use to rotate the game machines to face what ever direction we want. However, today it will have a different use. It will rotate you any direction I want you to face. As you can see I've even had it padded so you will be more comfortable." 

Janice still didn't know what he wanted her to do, she was completely confused, "w-w-what am I supposed to do?" 

Tony just looked at her like she was joking, "I thought that was perfectly obvious, but I guess I will have to spell it out for you. You will climb onto my desk and then you will crawl onto that disk. You get on your knees on the disk. Then you will lower your head as far as you can, so that big butt of yours is sticking out. Finally, you will reach behind yourself, grab you asscheeks, and spread them open as far as you can. That way I can get to that little butthole of yours any time I want, and I can face it towards me no matter where I have to work in this office. You will stay in that position for 1 hour. If during that hour, you let go of your cheeks for any reason, another half hour will be added. If you get up for any reason, the game is over. Now move."




Casino du Roturier



(C) Copyright 2003, revised 2013 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are completely fictitious and ANY similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

Alex Adams, newly wed for only three days, stood on a brightly lit, circular platform in the middle of a cavernous gambling casino as rivulets of sweat slowly trickled down his spine. A large noisy crowd had assembled about him. Alex wore a heavy, floor-length black velvet cape. Underneath, he was completely naked!

A woman whom Alex had never met sat in a chair beside him giggling in anticipation, her face in her hands. Two other men, similarly dressed, each bathed in blinding theatrical lights, stood on platforms on either side of Alex. The sea of faces that undulated around them appeared almost surreal.

Bells of countless slot machines droned in Alex's ears. A feeling similar to seasickness gripped him; his knees trembled; his hands were clammy. Strangely in all the hubbub, noise, and excitement, Alex was peculiarly aware of a single droplet of sweat that had collected first on his forehead, then had eased slowly down his brow, and now was poised to drop from the tip of his nose. This heightened awareness fascinated him in an oddly irrelevant way despite the fact that, in a moment, he would be required to remove the cape...and stand nude in front of everyone.

In the crowd gathering at Alex's feet stood his new bride, Julie. She stared up at him, hand over her mouth, head shaking back and forth in disbelief. In any other place or time, such a situation would have been inconceivable, especially to Julie Adams. But, at the Casino du Roturier, such a scene was almost normal. Alex and his cohorts simply had lost "special" bets against the house. Now it was time to pay!

*****

Across the casino floor, Beverly Morgan, a striking middle-aged beauty with dark auburn hair and a voluptuous figure, sat pondering a bet at a usually quiet, calm $5 Blackjack table. A bright red light flashed above her dealer's head. A moment earlier, the second card dealt her from the dealer's shoe had been emblazoned with a large red star on its back. The front of the card had read, "The holder of this card is entitled to play Revelation, a house game worth $1,000. Ask your dealer for details."

The dealer had explained that, as a result of drawing the red star card, the house was willing to bet $1,000 against Beverly's bra! House rules were, one, that she had to decide whether or not play without seeing her second card, and two, if she lost she had to remove the bra while standing at the table and present it to the dealer.

"A 'Blackjack,' of course, doubles the payoff," reminded the dealer. "Do you want to play?"

Beverly, a housewife from Atlanta on a dream vacation with her husband, George, stared at her first card, the Ace of Clubs. The more she contemplated winning a couple of thousand dollars, the more her hands shook. The flashing red light overhead signaled that a "special" game was underway at this table, but Beverly was oblivious to the crowd slowly beginning to assemble behind her.

A couple thousand dollars will pay for our plane fares, thought Beverly. But, if I lose...oh, my...I'll have to show my tits in order to get my bra completely off. No man but George has ever seen my breasts.

I have almost a one-in-three chance at a Blackjack...God, where is George when I need him? I have an ace under...I can win this hand! But... I'll die of embarrassment if I lose!

*****

Outside the casino, a taxi, actually a golf cart with a light on top, wheeled up to the casino's entrance carrying a heavy load—Mr. Jefferson "JJ" Johnson, long-time professional football player and well-known personality. Crowded into the seat beside him with no room to spare was his petite wife, Ingrid, a would-be model with long flowing blond hair and a head-turning, mind boggling figure.

JJ had heard from his teammates that gorgeous women were all over this island and all of them were in a party mood. JJ Johnson lived his entire existence in a party mood. He moved in life's fast lane and he wanted everyone around him to recognize that fact.

JJ flashed his million-dollar smile, complete with bright gold tooth, at the doorman. The doorman, who happened to be white, sprang forward to help Ingrid out of the taxi. JJ drank in the stunning scenery that surrounded the casino, along with the doorman's subservient behavior.

He thought to himself, JJ, my man, you have come a long way from Menden, Mississippi. If you had stayed there, you would be the one carrying the bags and holding the door.

Indeed, he had come a long way. The grandson of a sharecropper growing up African American in the Deep South normally would not have had a chance in hell, but JJ Johnson had made his own chances and his dreams had come true. Now he had money, respect, and a gorgeous, sexy, white wife. After a grueling football season, his ninth as a pro, he was ready to have a little rest and healing relaxation, a lot of exciting gambling, and, perhaps, a little strange pussy, if the opportunity presented itself.

Just as JJ and Ingrid stepped out of the taxi, a completely naked young woman sauntered out of the casino. Her soft breasts, brown nipples pointing skyward, jiggled and bounced as she quickly made her way into the now vacant golf cart taxi. JJ and Ingrid stood spellbound.

"ClubMed, please, as fast as you can," she shouted to the driver and off they went.

I can tell that I am gonna love this motherfucking place, yes sirree, thought JJ.

"What the hell was that?" gasped Ingrid.

"Looked like a naked woman to me," laughed JJ.

*****

John Cord grinned as he watched Alex and the two other robed men as well as Beverly Morgan via several closed-circuit televisions in his La Domaine Riche (The Room for the Rich) high atop the casino. La Domaine Riche was a gaming area reserved by invitation only for John's wealthiest, regular clients. Though Casino du Roturier was famous for its "special" wagering games, only the opulent few knew about La Domaine Riche, the place where the really serious gambling took place.

"If only those guys in the robes knew what was coming next," laughed Cord to himself. Then in a loud voice he proclaimed, "Ladies and gentlemen, gather around, please. Betting on the next game is about to begin. By the way, free champagne is available at the bar or from one of our lovely wait staff."

*****

Except for the complimentary conch fritters that the cocktail waitresses served along with drinks, the Casino du Roturier was like any other gambling joint—endless rows of slot machines and endless ways to lose your money. John Cord had "discovered" this casino years earlier on a Caribbean vacation the purpose of which was to take stock in his life and his future. He had been a very successful Dallas lawyer and real estate investor whose big ideas were transformed into big buildings and big money. But, John had grown tired of the rat race and was excruciatingly bored with his life at the time.

The island, St. Jehan, was one of the countless obscure chunks of sand and coral in the Caribbean surrounded by breathtaking multicolored water. The island's amazing natural beauty obscured the fact that for centuries the natives had barely scratched out a living in this isolated, economically desolate place. The more commonplace cruise ship and tourist destinations were one hundred miles or more away from this tiny speck in the ocean. Nonetheless, the island retained some degree of fame as one of the better diving and fishing destinations in the world.

At the height of John Cord's mid-life crisis, a real estate crony had told him that an investment group was about to build a small resort on this comparatively cheap island property. The resort was to have the term, hedonism, somewhere in its name and a national advertising campaign was planned featuring topless models frolicking in a hot tub. Armed with this insider information, John decided to see for himself the island that would soon be marketed using lots of exposed flesh.

One look at the fledgling combination casino and grocery store on the island had convinced John that he had come across the perfect place for young, adventurous, hedonistic resort clients to leave their money. And, the perfect place for him to make his life style change. A million plus renovation dollars later and John's dream became a successful reality.

Soon after John had begun to remodel the casino, both ClubMed and Playboy International also determined that sun, sand, and naked breasts might lure wealthy young professionals to this out of the way destination. The clients at those resorts, along with the original hedonists, created an even larger potential population for John's little casino operation. Yet, he desperately needed a hook that would lure vacationers in from the volleyball games, hot tubs, golf, singles bars, and nightlife at the largely self-contained resorts.

The hook dawned on him suddenly one night while he stroked his own cock. He was reading a story called "Pure Strip Poker" by MikeCA via the Internet when the whole new concept became immediately clear!

With greed as the primary motive, you give ordinary people a reason to do simple, sexual things that otherwise they would never do. You include a lot of nakedness in the process. Then you bring in a bunch of rich bored people, just like John had been, to bet on the highly unpredictable nature of the roturier, the common folk. As MikeCA's strip poker stroke story began to produce the desired results—John's masturbatory ejaculation—the idea that would set the Casino du Roturier apart from all other gambling enterprises on earth sprang to full glory within John's fertile mind.

That seemed so long ago now.

At present, corporate and private jets, along with commercial air service from Miami, brought a host of common and uncommon folks daily to the island, none of whom could pass up the chance to play and pay in John's very naughty casino. Some came only to see if the ribald stories that they had heard back home were true. Others came for the extraordinary thrill of wagering immense amounts of money on human beings' wildest behaviors. Still others, many with blue-tinted hair, came simply to sit in a beautiful, noisy tropical paradise and put quarters in the slot machines.

All came to give John Cord some of their money.

*****

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you will pay close attention to Monitor Number 3, you will note three virile young men who, alas, lost at the Craps Table and who now are about to, shall we say, reveal themselves to settle their wager. And, they also agreed, in writing, I might add, to participate in a little game about which they know nothing at the moment.

The three young women seated beside them, I fear, also are losers. The Roulette Wheel did them in. Instead of receiving the very large payoff they desired, they lost and must now participate in our game. We call it, Erection! Each woman will attempt to bring the man beside her—they are total strangers by the way—to a full erection! Isn't this juicy fun?"

Giggles and gasps spread through the gown and tuxedo-clad group swirling around John.

"The men have no idea about this game's erectile portion...yet. They are simply sweating being naked in front of the assembled mass, and exhibiting their...ah...shortcomings. The women are in excruciating anxiety, however, because they know the task at hand, so to speak. Ha ha! By the way, the women are even more anxious because of another twist in our delicious little plot—the one who gets her man erect first wins $1,000. The two who lose, however, must remove their tops and show their lovely breasts to us all. God, I love this stuff, don't you?"

Another murmur of chuckles and laughter arose from the crowd gathered around the large television monitor over John's head.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, look closely at the three men and the women beside them. Seek to get inside their minds. Seek to predict their behavior. Then, place your bets. Who will become fully erect first? Number 1? Number 2? Or Number 3? The minimum bet is $5,000. All bets must be placed in the next eleven minutes."

Audible "ooo's" and sporadic applause indicated the crowd's approval. Stewards moved among them taking bets.

Greed and competition, thought John Cord, two amazingly powerful forces. Looks like it might be a fun night. Chapter 2

The long wait on the casino stage gave Alex Adams time to reflect on the extraordinary events of the last few days.

He and Julie were completely exhausted by the time their wedding ceremony was over. Thanks mostly to their relatives, the blessed event had transformed itself into a nightmarish ordeal despite the young couple's joy in finally being wedded.

"I am completely pooped," Alex exclaimed as he snuggled into the fragrant leather seat of their limousine headed for the airport.

"Not too pooped for...you know what, I hope," whispered Julie. The limo driver's window was tightly closed with curtain drawn; yet, Julie felt the need to whisper when the topic was something as personal as sex with her new husband.

Alex and Julie were college sweethearts who had dated for almost two years before they "consummated" their relationship. Both had been virgins when that magic moment finally happened one weekend while Julie's roommate was away. They had started with their usual kissing and petting routine, but somehow things had gotten out of hand and suddenly they realized that they were touching each other's most intimate parts.

In a moment of sheer lust combined with terror, Julie stole a condom from her roommate's emergency stash and, soon, Alex was plunging his cock into her with reckless abandon. To Alex's surprise, Julie returned his every stroke with ferocious passion. His demur girlfriend transformed before his very eyes into a very sexual, almost wanton woman. Engagement and the wedding quickly followed, along with a great new job for Alex with a very successful engineering firm.

"I am never too tired for that, Mrs. Adams," said Alex softly.

Julie abruptly burst into a torrent of sobs and tears.

"Julie, honey, what's wrong?"

Alex was flabbergasted. Everything had seemed perfect, and suddenly his new bride was crying as if this was the worst day of her life.

"You called me...Mrs. Adams," Julie blubbered. "That's the sweetest thing I have every heard! I am so happy to be your wife, Alex. I love you so much."

With that, Julie burst into an even greater deluge of tears.

"Oh, baby, I love you too," said Alex. "Come here."

He put his arms around his sobbing wife, pulled her close, and pressed his lips warmly against hers. Julie responded to his kiss with immediate ardor. She molded herself into Alex's firm body and passionately moved her lips over his. Alex felt an instant surge of blood flowing into his young cock. He was suddenly erect and his fatigue seemed to float away. Alex moved his hand up from Julie's waist and found one of her small, firm breasts. Through the soft fabric of her blouse and bra, he felt her nipple harden at his touch. His other hand located her knee. The route up the silky softness led to the hem of her skirt. Without stopping, he plunged his hand underneath toward the warmth of her waiting pussy.

"Alex! Stop that! Someone will see," gasped Julie in a stage whisper.

Like a man on a mission, Alex continued to press his hand upward until he found the moist juncture between Julie's legs. A panty barrier separated him from his ultimate goal.

"Alex, no! The driver! He will see us. You silly boy."

Alex maneuvered one hand between the buttons of Julie's blouse. The button under greatest stress popped free enabling Alex to slide his hand through to her soft bra. He brushed the top of her dainty bra aside and began to tweak a tender nipple softly between his fingers. With his other hand, Alex found his prized target and started gently manipulating Julie's moist clitoris.

"Oh, my god, Alex...please, no...oh, Alex...oh, oh, OH!" Julie tugged at Alex's muscular arms to no avail.

"Julie, you are my wife and I want you badly!" cried Alex. "Oh god, how I want you."

Alex continued his assault.

"Nooooo!"

With one giant burst of strength, Julie pushed Alex completely to the other side of the limousine. He slid across the smooth leather and landed brusquely against the car's unforgiving door. A look of confusion came over his face.

"Julie..."

"I want you too, Alex, but we are in a car, for goodness sake. There is a man up there driving. There is a time and place for this, but not now or here."

A sly grin formed on Alex's face. Julie noticed it immediately.

"What?" she said inquisitively.

"I have a little something here just for you," whispered Alex. He fumbled with his fly, pulled the zipper down, fished around inside, and produced his rock hard cock.

"ALEX!" Catching herself, Julie quickly returned to her stage whisper. "Alex, put that, that THING away." Her eyes flicked back and forth between his face and the rather angry looking exposed cock in Alex's lap. Strangely, she had never seen Alex's cock in the light. All their past lovemaking had been in the dark.

"You have made me so horny, I guess I'll just have to satisfy myself right here and now," whined Alex. He began to stroke his cock up and down.

"My god, Alex! Have you lost your mind?"

"I could probably get over my dire condition faster...if I had a little help." Alex grinned from ear to ear. "Otherwise, I guess I'll just take my time."

"Alex, stop that right now." Julie looked at the driver's window fearing that it would open at any time. "This is awful. I can't believe you are doing...that! I'm glad that you want me. That's wonderful. But, we are in public, for crying out loud."

"A limo is not in public."

"You know what I mean. My gosh, Alex, I thought you were tired."

"Por favor?" Alex pointed his erect cock directly at Julie. "My wife, my lover...until death do us part? A little help with my problem, please? Or, shall I call the driver and ask his opinion on the matter?"

"NO! Ok, ok. I'll do it. Oh, my god, I can't believe this," whispered Julie. She reached across the seat and clutched Alex's cock in her tiny, soft hand. "Oh, my, it is really hard."

Julie began to imitate Alex's motions. Her fears slowly yielded to her curiosity. She examined the fully engorged member closely. She moved one hand up and down along Alex's long shaft, and with the other hand, massaged the bulbous tip.

"Oh, yes! That's it! Oh god, that feels good!" gasped Alex. "Show me your breasts, please, Julie. Please, please."

"Jesus, Alex, you are horny. Alright, I'll show you, but if the driver opens that window, you are dead meat."

Julie quickly lifted her blouse and bra as if she was flashing for Mardi Gras beads on Bourbon Street. Out popped her small breasts, each tipped with a puffy pink, cone-shaped nipple. Small bumps appeared here and there on each aureole as her nipples hardened in the cool air. A thrilling jolt of energy coursed through her body and she suddenly felt the urge to plunge into reckless lovemaking. She instantly blushed at the thought, suppressed her urges, and returned to her task at hand. With Julie, logic always prevailed.




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Alex reached out and pinched a tiny, pink, hardened nipple. Julie shoved his hand away and pounded his cock even more furiously, all the while continuing to check the driver's window frequently for movement.

"Oh, god, Julie, I'm about to...oh...that feels so fantastic...oh, shit...I'm gonna..."

Julie grabbed a cocktail napkin from the limo's bar and got it to the tip of Alex's cock just in time for his explosion. She milked the spurting, blood red cock several more times into the tissue, then quickly removed her hand as if Alex's member harbored some exotic disease.

"Oh, Jesus, Julie, that was amazing."

"That was the most perverted sex thing that I have ever done. If that is not proof of true love, I don't know what..."

"That's not perverted," Alex interrupted. "That's what married lovers do sometimes, that's all. And, it felt great. The rule is, if it feels good, do it."

"Well, I hope you are satisfied until we get all the way to the hotel on St. Jehan. If you take that thing out while we are on the plane, I will never speak to you again."

There was a long silence and then Julie began to laugh. Alex quickly followed. Soon the two were laughing so hard that tears returned.

*****

That night, Alex and Julie arrived at heaven on earth, St Jehan, a tropical island beautiful beyond description. Even the air was intoxicating, it seemed. When the couple arrived at their room, Alex swept Julie off of her feet, carried her over the threshold, and tossed her onto the middle of their king-sized bed. Julie's giggles changed to gasps when she realized that, in the process, her skirt had flown up and her legs had parted. The bellhop entered carrying their bags at just the right moment to take full advantage of the sight. He stared directly between Julie's legs and continued to gape as she struggled to reclaim her modesty.

"Oops," muttered Alex realizing what he had done. "We're newly weds. Could you tell?" Alex said to the bellhop.

"I suspected that," the bellhop laughed as Alex handed him several bills. "See you guys in three days or so. Call us when you need nourishment."

The bellhop quickly and quietly departed.

"What did he mean by that?" asked Julie.

Alex jumped onto the bed beside Julie and took her in his arms.

"He meant that we will be making love night and day for the next three days, silly."

"Oh my, that's embarrassing...that he knows, I mean," naïve Julie replied. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Three days...starting now!" said Alex. He began to unbutton Julie's blouse.

"Wait!" shouted Julie. "Wait. No. This has to be perfect. I have to get ready, put on my sexy outfit...I spent a month searching for just the right lingerie, Alex. We need some champagne, soft lights, music. We can't just fuck."

The word, fuck, seemed strange coming Julie's mouth. The sound of it stung Alex as if he had been slapped.

Alex sighed. "Ok, my love."

"It will be worth your wait, husband of mine. I promise."

And, it was...to a certain extent. Julie was radiant in her nuptial gown. Alex nearly came when he saw her emerge from the bathroom. She was beautiful. Her diaphanous white peignoir set, albeit a bit old fashioned, made her feel as lovely as she looked. The champagne relaxed them both.

After the lights were off, Julie allowed Alex to undress her and, in the protective darkness, she became a wild woman responding to his every touch with intense passion. With his dancing fingers alone, Alex brought her to a rather violent orgasm quickly, an orgasm clearly not fake.

Later Alex felt excruciating pleasure when Julie's pussy contracted again and again around his stiff cock. He felt like the king of the world when he deposited his cum deep within her. After a brief cuddle, Julie dutifully went to the bathroom to cleanse herself. By the time she returned, Alex was sound asleep. Chapter 3

"Ladies and gentlemen, the house odds are: 2 -- 1 that the red-haired woman will take our bet; even odds that she will lose the hand; 3-1 that she will actually go through with removing her bra if she loses; and 4 -- 1 that she will take our alternative proposition should she lose. Place your bets, please."

Markers exchanged hands quickly in La Domaine Riche while, out on the casino floor, Beverly pondered her proposition.

"Ok, I'll take the bet." Beverly words were barely audible. Groans immediately rose up from various persons peering at the televisions in John Cord's game room.

The blackjack dealer slipped a second card in front of Beverly—a nine of spades. Beverly screeched with sheer joy. Her excitement bubbled over.

"I'll stay with twenty. Ok, baby, deal your cards." Beverly could hardly remain in her seat. She squirmed like a bored child in church.

The dealer dealt his first card, a nine. Next came a three.

"You have to hit. Let's see a face card so you go bust, dealer man," giggled Beverly.

Out of the shoe, the dealer dragged a two of hearts. Without hesitation, he pulled another card from the shoe and flipped it over.

"A seven...not a goddamned seven!" shouted Beverly. "Fucking A...he dealt himself a seven. Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable."

The cheers erupted from the crowd behind Beverly and were echoed by selected individuals standing near John Cord.

"Madam, I believe you owe the house your bra," said the dealer.

"Oh, my god," whispered Beverly. She had turned white as a sheet. Men behind her jockeyed for better viewing positions.

"If you please," said the dealer holding out his hand.

Beverly turned from pale white to beet red in an instant. Where the hell is George, she thought. She brought her hands to the first button on her blouse and paused. The room seemed to spin; lights flashed all around.

She unbuttoned the first button, then the second. She noted several men already staring at her lacy bra even though only a small portion peeked through. Her mind raced. Can I get this damned thing off without taking off my blouse? I used to do that in Girl Scouts.

She started trying to maneuver her bra straps under her blouse quite unsuccessfully.

"Oh my, do I have to do this?" she pled to the dealer.

"Given you willingness, albeit reluctant willingness, to go through with paying off your wager, I am empowered to offer you an alternative bet, if you are interested. You may keep your bra and you can win $5,000 if you play and win the next hand."

Beverly suddenly clutched her blouse together at the neck.

"Five thousand dollars? You have to be kidding...at a $5 table?" Suddenly a frown came over her face. "And, if I lose?"

"If you lose, the house requires all of your clothes."

"All?"

"Everything. You must remove your clothing here. The clothing then belongs to the casino permanently. After that, you are free to gamble some more or you may leave...either will be done without your clothes however."

"Oh, my god," cried Beverly.

Just then George, Beverly's husband, emerged from the crowd.

"Hey, baby, what the hubbub?" He eyed her unbuttoned blouse curiously. "Are you winning?" The look on Beverly's face revealed that his was a silly question.

"Is something wrong?" squeaked George.

*****

Like Alex and Julie, Beverly and George Morgan knew the minute they stepped off the plane that all their scrimping and saving for the trip was worth it. Colorful birds flew overhead; the ocean breezes sang in the palm trees; and the smell of the tropics filled their consciousness. It was ecstasy, just as they had envisioned it. They couldn't wait to savor every moment of the next seven days.

George Morgan had worked practically every day for the past ten years. That's the way of life in retail, especially when you live in a small town and when you are the manager, instead of the owner. Beverly was the supportive housewife and mother of their two children. She worked hard to maintain her figure as best she could and she knew George appreciated it. Even after all the years, he still seemed to go crazy with lust when he saw her nude body.

Beverly also tried hard to keep the sexual spark alive in their lives. She occasionally surprised George with a Playboy magazine or a porno movie just for fun. She enjoyed the libido stimulation too. The overly large cocks of the porno movie actors particularly intrigued her. George's was the only penis she had ever seen in real life. He always satisfied her, but his cock certainly wasn't a big as those in the movies.

It was Beverly who had first read about the Hedonism Resort in one of the erotic magazines. She and George had shared fantasies about coming to an island where public nudity was normal. They had even acted out some of their fantasies together at home.

An article in the Sunday Travel Section of their newspaper about Casino du Roturier had sealed the deal. Both George and Beverly loved to gamble. Laughlin, Nevada, was their favorite vacation destination—quiet, inexpensive, loose slots...perfect. But, there weren't any naked women or men in the hotel hot tubs in Laughlin, so George and Beverly had saved for their dream trip to St. Jehan. Their greatest expectations didn't quite prepare them for what they found on the island.

*****

"$5,000!" gasped George.

Upstairs, John Cord motioned toward a nearby television monitor. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the house is giving 4 - 1 odds that the husband of the red-haired lady will encourage, rather than discourage her in taking the new bet. If he is neutral, bets are off. See the steward to place your bets."

High-roller gamblers gathered around the bank of screens and watched carefully.

"Caviar and cocktails are now being served in the bar," Cord continued. "Also, the dapper man on screen #4 has won his bet. Sorry, ladies, no skin will be revealed there...yet. You winners, show your betting slips to a steward for payment."

"What should I do, George?" whispered Beverly. "If I win, our whole trip is paid for and then some. But, if I lose, I have to get naked as a jay-bird right here in the middle of the casino and I'll have to go all the way back to the hotel that way too!"

"I don't know, baby. That's a lot of dough. But, you have to decide for yourself."

"What if I have to walk out of here naked, George? What would you think of me?"

"I'd be the proudest guy in the place, cause I'm the one they would all be envying. I'm the lucky stiff who gets to do more than just look. Who really cares? We don't know any of these people and we have seen naked people all over this island. The five grand would be terrific."

"Pay the winners, please Marvin," shouted John Cord to the cheering crowd in La Domaine Riche. "That, I believe, was husbandly encouragement! Last call for bets on our three naked men and their female accomplices."

"Are you sure, George?" Beverly looked deep into her husband's eyes.

George shrugged, "For five grand? I'm sure."

"I'll take that bet, Mr. Dealer. It is a little cold in here to be taking off my underwear right now, so I intend to win." Beverly tried to act cocky, but her hands betrayed her. She couldn't take a sip from her glass because her hands were shaking so much. Buttoning her blouse also was a challenge.

"Yes, Ma'am."

The dealer flipped two cards in front of Beverly...a red eight and a black four.

"Shit," Beverly whispered through clinched teeth. "Hit me."

The dealer pulled a card for the shoe and flipped over a Jack of Clubs. A rousing cheer burst from the watchers. There were high-fives all around.

"Bust. Well, that was quick," sighed Beverly. "And, I kind of liked this outfit too. Bought it just for the trip. Now they own it."

Tears welled up in Beverly's eyes and betrayed her apparent nonchalance.

"Jesus, I sorry, baby," croaked George.

"Take it off, Red," croaked a voice from behind Beverly.

Beverly noted that the dealer was listening intently to the device he wore hooked over one ear.

"Ma'am," said the dealer. "I have been informed that the house will make you one more proposition...one similar bet to retain your clothes and your modesty. One more hand of blackjack for $8,000 and your clothes."

"And, my stake this time is?"

"Your husband's clothes."

"Holy shit!" cried Beverly.

"That's easy, baby," said George. "Win eight grand or we both walk out of here naked...together. Fuck 'em...go for it."

"Let's do it," said Beverly triumphantly. "The odds have to be in our favor."

The dealer quickly dealt Beverly two cards, a king and a queen.

"Yes," shouted George. He now had a significantly greater interest in the game, as did the host of people who had gathered around them.

The dealer pulled two cards, one after another from the shoe.

"Blackjack," he said quietly.

The large crowd that now had gathered gasped as one.

George quietly started to unbutton his shirt.

The dealer held up his hand. "Sir, before you strip, there is one more proposition."

"Jesus, what now? We don't have anything left to bet," said Beverly.

"One more bet...and only two rules apply: both of you have to agree to play right now without hearing the details—I think you have gotten the drift of how we play here from your previous experience—and for this game, you have to go upstairs and discuss the details with the owner. You have gotten out of my league at this table, I'm afraid.

You'll recall, by the way, that the house bet went up five-fold from the first game to the second. That's my only hint. Or, you both can give me your clothes right now...and walk away."

Several in the crowd behind them began to chant, "Take it off, take it off, take it off..." Chapter 4

Ingrid Johnson sat at the bar watching JJ shoot Craps at a nearby table. She was well into her third Gumbay Smash, a deliciously dangerous tropical rum drink. She had a bird's eye view of the casino from her perch on a high stool at the bar. Unquestionably, the star attraction at the Crap table was JJ. JJ always drew a crowd around him and this time was no exception. The table was completely full and all eyes were on the ever charming, deliciously handsome, big spender, JJ Johnson.

Two other men sat at separate tables in front of Ingrid. For the last few minutes each had been sneaking peeks at Ingrid's lean, tanned legs. Her short skirt had ridden up higher and higher as she sat on the tall barstool. The men's quick peeks and longing looks were supposed to go unnoticed by Ingrid, but they did not. She knew they were trying to look up her dress and she liked it.

Just one little move and they will almost be able to see up my little skirt, she thought. She moved her legs slightly apart and waited for the reaction. It came quickly. Both men's eyes widened.

Encouraged by their expressions, Ingrid purposely swung her legs around as if she was about to rise from her stool. In doing so, she spread her legs completely apart for a brief moment.

That's right, boys, no panties today, she mused.

One man's jaw fell open; the other tipped over his drink. Ice cubes and liquid spread over his table. Ingrid laughed at her own little game.

Just then a huge cheer came from JJ's table. Ingrid arose from her stool, flashing the two men in the process one last time, and strolled over to see what all the excitement was about. She snickered as she neared the one man who feverishly sought to sponge up his spilled drink. She gave him a big Nordic smile when she passed by. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked away.

Ingrid pushed her way through the crowd, intentionally brushing her breasts against a muscular man in a floral shirt. When she arrived at JJ's side, he leaned down and kissed her full, puffy lips. She put her hand on his waist and allowed it to fall down along his firm ass. JJ winked in recognition of her caress.

Just then, the stickman who was operating the Crap game announced, "The shooter is a big winner and still rolling. Place your bets, please."

As he spoke, a red light over the boxman's head began to flash and a loud siren sounded.

"Ah hah!" said the stickman. "Ladies and gentlemen, here at the Casino du Roturier, that flashing light means that it is game time. The house will pay the crap shooter 100 times his or her current bet—sir, for you, that would come to...ah...$6,000, I believe—if you make your point before rolling a seven. If you should lose, however, the house requires a special payment from you in addition to your money."

"What's that, dude?" asked JJ.

"All you clothes, sir."

"Hey man, you're not fucking serious!" questioned JJ.

"Dead serious, sir."

"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. The dude is serious, baby cakes."

"You can choose not to play, if you wish, sir."

The crowd began to clap and chant, "Play, JJ, play; play, JJ, play..."

"Get totally naked right here?" JJ asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Now I understand why we met that naked woman on the way in, baby," said JJ. "She must have lost it all right here."

"I believe your point is six, sir. Stay with your $60 or try for $6,000?"

"I'm feeling like a lucky mother-fucker, my man. Start counting out that 6,000 dinero, dude."

JJ rolled the dice...five...the crowd groaned...he rolled again...four...the crowd responded again...he rolled a third time...seven!

The crowd went berserk.

"I believe that the house now owns your clothes, sir."

Ingrid gasped, then screamed, then laughed.

"You want to take them off of me your own self, mother-fucker?" JJ's eyes flashed with anger.

"No, sir," said the stickman quietly. He was absolutely calm even though JJ clearly was angry and towered over the casino employee. "The house, however, is prepared to increase our wager from $6,000 to $60,000 plus the return of your clothes, if the next shooter rolls a seven or eleven on his come-out roll."

"Shit, $60,000? So, what do I have bet this time?" hissed JJ.

"You wife's clothes, sir."

The crowd erupted into a boisterous cheer.

Seconds later, the casino owned both JJ's and Ingrid clothing.

"So, we both have to undress right here?" said a much more humble JJ Johnson.

"Yes, sir, however, the house is prepared to offer the two of you one last proposition. You must agree to the wager right now without knowledge of the details...those you will receive from our owner upstairs. There is considerably more money involved. Or, you both can strip...ah...now."

The stickman was distracted by Ingrid who, to the boisterous cheers of a large group of bystanders, had begun to take off her shirt. A unison intake of breath occurred among the viewers when Ingrid lifted her shirt above her breasts. The bright colors of her floral bra seemed to glow under the bright casino lights. Plus, everyone immediately appreciated that Ingrid's bra was a genuine engineering feat. It had to be in order to contain her massive breasts.

"Wait, baby, wait," said JJ. "We are gonna get into the significant money here. Put your shirt back down."

The crowd began to boo and hiss.

"The owner, huh? Ok, we'll play," grunted JJ.

He dragged Ingrid toward the elevator. Ingrid turned back toward the table and abruptly pulled one prodigious breast from its cloth confinement and defiantly flashed it at the remaining crowd. In answer to their cheers, Ingrid blew the group a kiss. JJ put his massive hands over each of Ingrid's breasts and whirled her into the open elevator doorway. Chapter 5

"Ladies and gentlemen, betting is now closed on our Revelation game. Direct your attention to the television monitors and we will begin playing." At that moment, a walkie-talkie signal went to the floor boss who sprang into action.

"Folks," he said over the PA system, "you see before you three of the casino's honorees, three gentlemen brave enough to try for the big money. Unfortunately though, they lost...yes, that happens occasionally here...so they now must play our Revelation game. Gentlemen, are you ready?"




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Alex and his two colleagues forced smiles as three female employees of the casino took their places behind the men.

"Ladies," announced the floor boss, "there is always excitement for you at the Casino du Roturier. Now we proudly present for your delight and enjoyment...three...naked men!"

Quickly, the three casino employees, working as one, whisked the heavy capes away from the shoulders of the three men revealing their naked bodies to the very large crowd of onlookers. All three men had become sweaty waiting under the heavy robes, so now their bodies glistened under the bright lights.

Julie took one look at Alex's exposed flaccid cock and buried her head in her hands. The ovation from the crowd roared in her now beet red ears. Slowly she peeked out, this time in the direction of the man to Alex's left. The man was darkly tanned and very hairy. Everyone's attention was drawn to his almost purple cock. It was at least two or three inches longer than those of the other two men. An unexpected chill shot through Julie. Since Alex's fine member was the only cock she had ever seen, Julie somehow did not want to be intrigued by the dark man's cock, but she could not help it. She glanced quickly around to make sure that her inspection of the long cock was unnoticed.

"And, now for part two of our little game," shouted the floor boss into his microphone. "Seated beside each of these fine men...trying to look in other directions, I notice...are three more of our unfortunate...or perhaps fortunate, depending on your point of view...female game players."

The three women blushed and covered their eyes. Each was seated so that the cock beside them was just at eye level. A titter worked its way through the crowd.

"Our three nude men are in for a treat and they don't even know it. They only know that there is one more little task. Well guys, here's the game. The women now will race to see who can get their man fully erect the quickest!"

The hands of all three men came to their faces in sheer shock. Even thought the women knew that it was coming, the reality of the challenge caused them to cover their faces as well. Julie looked first with mouth wide open at the floor boss; then she looked up at Alex. He looked back at her and shrugged holding his hands uplifted in surrender.

"One last catch, ladies and gentlemen. So that you men in the crowd don't feel left out of our little game, the two female contestants who lose this race, also must lose their clothing—from the waist up—afterward!"

Over the continuous din of the slot machines, distinctly masculine applause filled the room.

"Ladies, you may use any means to arouse your man! Our three female employees will stand by to judge when full erection is achieve. Good luck. Now...ready, set, GO!"

Two of the women tentatively touched the cocks dangling beside them and jerked hands back as if they had touched hot surfaces. Alex's partner, a blonde ironically wearing a Brigham Young University tee shirt, went immediately to work massaging his dick and balls. Innocent bystanders would have mistaken this for a sports event, given all the cheering, had it not been for the amazing spectacle unfolding on three stages...three women in broad daylight stroking three naked stranger's cocks.

In a fleeting moment, Alex considered just how embarrassing it would be if he failed to get an erection at all. Deciding that he could not endure that horrible occurrence, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the motion of the blonde's hands. After a few awkward moments, both Alex and the man to his right began to show promise. The dark, long-cocked man to the left, however, did not.

Julie concentrated also. She focused on the woman fondling her new husband's cock, just as she had done in the airport limousine. She expected to feel jealous, or angry, or even nauseous. Instead to her surprise, she felt intrigued, excited, and sexually stimulated. Twinges of electricity tickled within her pussy. Her face grew flushed and her respiration increased. She felt her nipples grow more sensitive under her clothing.

She glanced to Alex's right. The man there seemed headed for victory. His cock was at half-staff already and a dark-haired woman twice his age was flailing away at his dick. When Julie noted the man's pinkish cock with its large heart-shaped tip, another bolt of energy shot through Julie. She guiltily glanced back at Alex. His cock also had grown twice as large.

He is almost there, she thought. This will be over quickly...thank goodness.

Julie looked back at the dark man. His cock showed only a small sign of life. The women at his waist took a furtive glance at the competition, determined that she was about to lose, and suddenly shifted into desperation mode. In the blink of an eye, she took the dark man's cock into her mouth and began sucking away desperately. A loud piercing roar came from the assembled audience. No one could believe his or her eyes, especially Julie.

"Oh, my god!" Julie shouted. That slut, she thought. "Oh, my god!"

Suddenly the dark man's cock began to respond causing the woman to increase her vigor. Julie had heard college friends whisper about blowjobs, but she had never believed that anyone other than the worst kind of whore would actually do such a thing.

"Done!" shouted the blond woman triumphantly. She motioned toward Alex's rigid member. Alex raised his arms like a victorious prizefighter. His cock bounced up and down, but it clearly was erect. Julie began to cheer along with all the others. The losing contestants looked as if they had lost not only the game, but all their pride as well.

In the opulent La Domaine Riche, cheers and laughter reverberated around the room.

"We have a winner. We have a winner," announced John Cord. "Number 2! Despite lady #3's rather amazing attempt to catch up. Wow, we don't get that sort of action every time! The betting odds have been calculated and a winning $5,000 bet will pay a whopping $13,722. I guess most of the money was on the...er, ah...big cock, Number 3.

I'm told that we had two $10,000 bets on the winner...wow...those smart players will take home $27,444 each for their fun and trouble. There are always big winners at Casino du Roturier. Now, folks, on to the next game. Be sure and stay around, however, because the best games of the evening are taking shape right now. Oh...and lend an eye to the monitors...there are a couple of ladies back at our Erection game about to show some skin."

Alex climbed down from the platform. He awkwardly held his hands over his quickly subsiding erection. A new dose of reality hit him squarely when he reached the bottom of the stairs where Julie waited.

"Shit, the casino owns my clothes. And, they apparently are not giving them back...even though I put on their little show for them."

"Come on, Alex. I'll walk in front of you. Let's get back to the resort," urged Julie.

Julie's mind still was reeling. The amazing sexuality of the silly game had had a profound effect on her. Now her pussy tingled like it never had before. She wanted to make love with Alex as soon as possible.

Behind them, the two losing women had begun to disrobe. The older woman was first to remove her bra. Her breasts were large and pendulous, each sagging low under its heavy weight. The woman wiggled her boobs at the audience obscenely. In enthusiastic response, members of the crowd cheered lustily. Alex glanced back at the strip tease in time to see two large nipples pointed his way.

"Alex!" shouted Julie scornfully. "I said let's go."

Suddenly, the floor boss appeared in front of them.

"Sir, the house, in gratitude for your being a real sport and for winning our little game, would like to offer you the opportunity to win back your clothes and to win a considerable amount of cash at the same time. $20,000, I believe. Interested?"

"Interested? Of course, I'm interested," said Alex.

"Would you and your wife come this way please?" The floor boss was elegantly cordial.

The little group paraded though the length of the casino, one after the other. Julie was last in line. She watched her husband's muscular ass as they made their way through what seemed like miles of carpeted aisles. A few wolf-whistles greeted them along the way, but for the most part, people simply pointed and stared.

Alex felt amazingly liberated by all that had occurred. He would never have admitted it to Julie, but he loved having a strange woman stroke his cock and he didn't really mind the attention he was receiving now. He made eye contact with a blue-haired, wrinkled lady sitting at a slot machine. The lady broke into a broad smile, looked directly as Alex's bouncing cock, and gave him a big thumbs-up sign. Alex began to laugh.

Finally, the three arrived at a Roulette Wheel. The small group of players quickly gave way to the naked man and his entourage.

"Sir, the game is Roulette. You may make one outside bet—red/black, odd/even, or high/low—your choice. Since that is an even odds bet, the house must make it a tiny bit more difficult for you by taking the zero, double-zero, 37, and 38 spaces as ours. This gives the house a slight edge. Win and you get your clothes plus $20,000. How about that?"

"Great! Fantastic! This is amazing," shouted Alex.

"One other detail, sir. If you should lose, the house will demand more clothing."

"More clothing?" questioned Alex.

"Yes, sir, those of your wife."

"Oh, no," gasped Julie. "No, no, no, Alex. Let's go. Let's go right now. I am not playing this game."

Alex looked down at Julie.

"No, no, I see that look and the answer is no, Alex."

"Excuse us for just a moment," Alex whispered to the floor boss. Alex pulled Julie aside. "Honey, think for a moment. This is practically a 50-50 chance of winning $20,000. $20,000! That's a new car, a boat, whatever...$20,000."

"Alex, I am not taking off my clothes in front of all these people. This is sick. This whole place is sick. Can't you see what they are doing? They suck you in, further and further. First it is just your clothes, then it is just a little game, and suddenly you are up on stage with a strange woman rubbing your penis. Now they want me. Come on, Alex, let's get out of here while we can."

"Julie, there are naked people all around here. Naked is normal here. You saw the people in the hot tub at the hotel. They were all naked or, at least, topless. You didn't mind sitting and watching them, I might add. On the beach, most of the women were topless and some were even bottomless. You saw them. It was no big deal. They were having fun. Hell, your swimsuit shows almost everything you've got. And, $20,000...that's serious money."

"Ladies and gentlemen," called out John Cord to the high rollers in the upstairs room. "The house has changed its odds. We don't think this lady will take our proposition despite her husband. We are offering 4-1 odds against. Place your bets quickly."

"Alex, I would die...I would just die. Let's go get a fancy drink...one of those with the little umbrella in it, lay on the beach, and forget all this, please."

"Julie, I love you. I am proud of you. You are beautiful. You have a fantastic body. And, both of us can run as fast as we can out of here if we lose. For $20,000, we can get fix up a room at our place...make it into a nursery."

Julie stood stunned by Alex's last comment.

"Do you mean that, Alex...a nursery?" whispered Julie. "Do not tease me with things like that, Alex."

"A house with a nursery that will need a little occupant."

"How do I let you talk me into these things...ok, do it...I will not forget what you said about a nursery."

"Oh my," shouted John Cord, "stewards pay the winners. That's what makes this so much fun. You never know how people will react. Now get ready to place your bets on the young couple's roulette game."

"Even numbers, please," said Alex. Suddenly he again was acutely aware of his nakedness. An older woman standing at the table was staring directly at his cock. Every so often, she licked her lips. A young man beside her was doing the same thing.

"We bet even," Alex repeated.

"You are reminded that you do not win with 0, 00, or the even number, 38, sir."

"Yes, " said Alex.

The croupier spun the wheel and tossed the tiny white ball in the opposite direction. Julie could not bring herself to watch. She turned away and put her hands over her eyes. The ball seemed to bounce around for hours. Finally, it landed.

"Seventeen!" shouted the croupier.

"Shit, I knew it...I knew it...you...I," answered Julie. Her voice broke and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Ma'am, don't be upset," said the croupier. "There is one way out. I have an alternative for you and you husband to consider." Chapter 6

Julie and Alex made their way toward a large door on the top floor of the casino. Alex was a little more at ease because he had been given a robe to wear by the floor boss. As they approached, a buzzer sounded and the door sprang ajar. Alex looked up to see a small video camera pointed in their direction.

"The owner of this place obviously has security issues," whispered Alex.

The great door opened onto a very large room with glass windows two stories tall along two adjoining sides.

"Wow, get a load of the view," whispered Alex pointing toward a seaward panorama of breathtaking splendor. Dark-blue ocean mottled here and there with lighter turquoise of a lagoon created a stunning vista all the way to the horizon.

"Beautiful," replied Julie nervously.

Steps led from the entry landing down to a sunken sitting area near the windows. Four soft leather couches, situated like compass points, surrounded an enormous coffee table of burled wood. Seated on the couches already were Ingrid and JJ, Beverly and George, and a third young couple, obviously wealthy and strikingly handsome.

"Some more losers, I see. Come on in, the water's fine," said JJ as if he were the one in charge. "The butler dude will be back in a bit. He went to get us something to drink."

Julie and Alex sheepishly moved toward the empty fourth couch and took their seats.

"I see that they already got your clothes, my man," said JJ nodding toward Alex's robe.

"First my money, then my clothes, I'm afraid," sighed Alex. "I'm Alex Adams...my wife, Julie." Alex extended his hand to George.

"George and Beverly Morgan," said George.

"And, you, of course, are JJ Johnson." Alex blushed. "I'm a big football fan."

JJ beamed. "Yes sir, I'm JJ and this here is my wife Ingrid."

All eyes turned toward the other young couple. He had sun bleached blond hair, a dark tan, and muscles that bulged under his tee shirt, a real beachcomber type. She was clearly the taller of the two, even while sitting. Long tanned legs projected from under a very short skirt and long, strawberry blond hair spilled over her slim shoulders.

"I'm Ian and this is me wife, Mona," said the young man. His accent obviously placed his origin outside the United States. "We're from Australia, as you might guess from the accent. Nice to meet you, mate." He arose to shake Alex's hand.

Julie tried faintly to smile, but anxiety about her present situation caused her quickly to return to the forlorn despair she had felt on the elevator ride up to this level. She knew deep inside that the situation could only get more embarrassing for her and for Alex. The thought of more than forcing an erection in front of a host of people was not something that she wanted to contemplate.

Just then a dark-skinned islander with a bright smile and a flowered shirt swept into the room.

"Something to drink, sir, madam? Some champagne, perhaps, or a cocktail?"

Julie looked at her watch. 3:00 p.m., she thought, a little early to start drinking.

"Champagne would be great," answered Alex, "for both of us."

Julie's eyes widened. Alex saw her disagreement, but he simply smiled.

A side door opened suddenly and all eyes turned to greet John Cord. He was immediately in charge.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I know that you are anxious about being here, so let me quickly assure you that the Casino du Roturier is all about fun. No harm will come to you in any way. So, I hope that you will relax and, perhaps, even get caught up in the mirth making. As Alex here can tell you, however, the mirth sometimes comes at our patrons' expense, and, in this case, those patrons are you."

He paused and smiled a comforting smile.

"Each of you agreed to continue playing our naughty little games," Cord continued. "And in doing so, you may find yourself winning a significant amount of money in the process."

John Cord paused waiting for smiles but none were forthcoming.

"The clothing all of you are wearing right now, of course, is on loan from the casino since we actually own all of it. So, at any time during our little attempts at fun, you may withdraw from the proceedings by simply removing your clothes and handing them over to one of my employees. No questions asked."

Grim faces stared back at John.

"Let me repeat for absolute clarity of understanding...at some moments, you may find yourself being asked to do something that makes you too uncomfortable to continue. At that moment, all you have to do is strip and walk away.

"As if stripping is an easy way out!" groaned Beverly.

"Well, there is that," laughed John. "By the way, I am John Cord. I own this little place and I am in the business of entertaining my guests. You, ladies and gentlemen, are an very important part of that fun. And, maybe this next little journey will be fun for you as well."

Grim silence continued.

"I can see that you want to hear about our game now."

"And, about the money," said JJ breaking the awkward silence.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Johnson, the money. It works this way. The longer you last in the game, the more money you can win. Last until the probable end and you could win or earn $500,000. If the competition really heats up, that sum could rise to a cool million."

There were several audible gasps from those seated around the coffee table. The waiter delivered drinks all around during the pause and several, including Julie, gulped them down.

"As you can see, we are very serious about our fun here. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, the game. The game will force you to make difficult decisions and, of course, each decision will get progressively more complicated and difficult."

"When will we begin, mate?" asked Ian.

"Immediately, of course," replied John. "Or, just as soon as I can return from making proper preparations. Once more let's make the rules clear, shall we? You will be asked to play several portions of our little game, some of which are rather naughty and sexual in nature, as you might imagine. At any time, either the husband or the wife can choose not to play. If either makes such a choice, both are out of the running for the big money and both must forfeit clothes...game over, no second chances...understand?"

Everyone nodded affirmatively. Looks of disbelief were on all faces.

"The last couple remaining will win the $500,000 grand prize. If there is more than one tenacious couple at the end of the first series of little diversions, more games will follow and that figure could rise to $1 million. Ok?"

Again reluctant nods appeared throughout the group.

"And, once more...at anytime you may leave, minus your clothes. Or, you may even win them back...who knows? There always is a chance to win at Casino du Roturier!"

"Wait a minute," said George. His businesslike mind was racing. "How do YOU make money on our games? I certainly don't have $500,000 to gamble or $500 for that matter. And, I know that you have to be making money off this somehow. How's that work?"




Casino Hooker



How lucky can an ordinary guy like me be? That's what I kept asking myself as I saw a few heads turning to watch me playfully caress the magnificent ass of this sexy hooker sitting next to me at the bar in a nightclub called Cuba Libre, in the Tropicana Casino in Atlantic City. But, even better, what they didn't know is that she was my wife.

It all started when my wife told me she was feeling ignored. She was right. I was ignoring her because I felt that I had been ignored too. We had gotten into a rut after 20 years together. So we set about recovering the fire that had made for a great marriage. To get things going, she gave me a book of coupons that I could redeem for different bedroom treats and activities. 

I had been feeling really old lately as the end of another year approached. As I looked back at my life I found real meaning Mark Twain's words, "It's not the things you've done that you regret on your death bed it's the things you didn't do that can't be reconciled." So I told her that I had this idea that I wanted to play a little fantasy game one night. That's the sort of thing we used to do once in a while to spice up our sex life. Not that our sex life was bad, but just to make things interesting. It had been a long time since we had played around and so I was really ready.

I suggested that I'd like to redeem the "date with a hooker" coupon. "You see" I told her, "I've been a very straight-laced guy all my life. I've never once picked up a working girl for a night of meaningless sex." So my idea was that she would be my hooker. You know the type of girl I'm talking about; arm candy that draws attention to you just by being there by your side. Heels are high and morals are low; a whole lot of makeup and very little underwear; high hemlines and low-cut blouses. A good-times girl who has a lot experience and very little inhibition. A flirtatious slut who looks like she will do anything you want if the price is right. After all, even though my wife is fifty-three years old, I'll bet she could still make a good living as a hooker if she wanted to because she has the looks and body to turn guys on.

She is only five foot two, with small firm breasts that still don't need any help pointing up and out. She has a couple of extra pounds in her tummy but she still has a narrow waist. Her skin is still taut and that little bit of tummy actually looks quite attractive to me. She has a great well-shaped ass that still sticks out in the back. What the black guys call "back." Long dark hair cascades around her almond shaped eyes and Asian features creating an exotic look that draws lots of stares from guys whenever we're out.

I admit that I like to see other guys turn their heads to look at her so I always encourage her to dress provocatively. Usually she only wears her sexiest clothes when we are going places where she isn't likely to be seen by people who know us. That usually limits our opportunity to the few times each year that we travel to other cities or countries. Fulfilling my fantasy at a local casino was a risk. After all it could be embarrassing if one of her friends or co-workers saw her dressed like that. But she would be calling all the shots and could call it off at any time.

When my fantasy night arrived, I was ready for some fun. We took a room at the Tropicana so we didn't have to worry about driving home or how late we stayed up. This also would give her a place to change if she felt uncomfortable. It was still early when we arrived so we had a lot of time to walk about before our dinner. It always gives me a good feeling to walk around with this sexy woman on my arm. We spent the next few hours enjoying ourselves and playing slots. When evening came we showered together, washing each other sensuously as we often did and having a little early evening excitement in the shower before we went out. We had a great dinner and spent some time gambling while I waited with anticipation for my big night. 

As the evening wore on she said that she was going back to the room to get ready now. She told me to wait for her at the bar. I wasn't going to be permitted to watch her dress. And I like to watch her dress, offering my comments on her choices of garments. She told me that first time I would see her in her hooker outfit was going to be when she walked into the bar where I was waiting. I was told that I should not act like I knew her once we met at the bar. I was told be waiting there in 30 minutes. 

I killed some time walking around the casino floor. When the thirty minutes had passed I went to the bar. It was late on a Thursday night and the bar wasn't too crowded. This was good because we shouldn't run into anyone we know. There were a few couples sipping drinks at the small tables clustered around the edge of the small dance floor and a couple of guys at the bar. There was no band but a salsa tune was playing over the piped-in music. The place was fairly dark. A few recessed spotlights created pools of light at intervals around the room. The bar itself was lit by recessed spots so that the bartender could see. As usual, several of the women in this up-scale bar were really dolled up in their short skirts and tight blouses. I took a seat at the bar a few stools down from two other guys threw a fifty on the bar and ordered a Corona.

Then I saw her! 

She walked in through the door and paused to let her eyes adjust to the light. She really looked the part. Her long hair was teased up, her makeup was overdone; full, bright red lips, eyes deeply outlined with a dark liner and eye shadow over the lids. She had big flashy dangling earrings and a choker necklace; cheap costume jewelry, I'm sure. She was wearing her candy-apple red high heels with ankle straps. The new ultra low-rise jeans she was wearing were cut lower than anything I'd ever seen her in before and were unbelievably tight. She was wearing a thin pink stretch top that peeked through her unbuttoned jacket. The top stopped a few inches short of her jeans exposing a sexy strip of sepia skin and a little henna tattoo she'd applied to her hip. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra under her jacket so I knew that her dark nipples would show through the thin fabric of the top. She had been visiting the tanning salon and the effect of her over all tan was dazzling. Her walk completed the advertisement of her profession. She swayed her ass back and forth as she strutted over to the bar. I had no idea that she was capable of walking like that. When she sat on the bar stool the hip-huggers rode down her magnificent ass right to the crack and exposed the little black string of her thong underwear. Man she looked hot!

She took a seat between me and the other two guys and ordered a mango rum on the rocks. As she sat on the bar stool her jacket fell open and I was sure by the look that the bartender gave her that he had just caught a quick glimpse of her rack. The two guys to her left both said hello to her. I smiled over at her and offered to buy her a drink. She ignored me and them while she made small talk with the hot looking Hispanic bartender. I ordered another beer and told him to set her up too. Finally she slipped off her stool and came over. She slid onto the bar stool next to me, introduced herself and flashed another smile at the bartender as he served the drinks. She casually placed her hand on my upper thigh leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek to thank me for the drink. Her breast pressed into my arm and she hesitated before pulling away. When she leaned back her jacket fell open and I could make out the outline of a breast in the bar's overhead lights. Needless to say, I was aroused. 

She breathlessly apologized for being forward and she explained that she was gambling with some friends but they had become separated. She said she was glad I was there because she felt self-conscious sitting alone. She asked me if she could be my date --she put a strange emphasis on this phrase. She said that she had lost all her money earlier and now she couldn't even afford another drink. The bartender was standing nearby cleaning nothing in particular and watching her out of the corner of his eye. I told her that I too was alone. I offered to keep her from getting too thirsty. She downed her drink and ordered another. I suggested that we kill a few hours together and hoped that we could have some fun. The bartender was now watching us closely. I know he heard our little exchange. 

As we sat there talking her jacket sort of drooped back on her shoulders and I got a good look at the lacy top she was wearing. It wasn't much more than some flimsy gauze. I liked this top immensely. She was obviously aroused and her dark nipples were piercing into the gauzy fabric. I couldn't stop staring. 

She took my hand and led me toward the dance floor. The place was still sort of empty but and a few couples were dancing. As we walked across the dance floor she put her arm around my waist and then let it slip so that she was grabbing my ass. I knew the bartender was watching all of this. I reached my arm around her waist and we began to dance. She leaned in close to me and started grinding her pelvis into my thigh while we danced. She hadn't done this since we were dating; it was exciting to feel her mound being pressed against me. I'm sure that the bartenders are trained to watch for prostitutes. I wondered what I would do if security showed up and asked her to leave.

When we returned to our seats I could see the two guys near us at the bar looking over. They were checking out her ass as she turned toward me on her bar stool and they were getting a great view of her thong sticking up above her jeans. Speaking loud enough for the two guys to hear, I said that I felt bad that she had lost all her money and I didn't want to see her evening ruined so I offered to help. I explained that I felt lucky tonight but that gambling all alone wasn't much fun and I offered to let her try to recoup her losses with my bankroll. If she won, she could keep the winnings. If she lost, I would absorb the loss. I moved my chair closer to her and she turned my way, pulled her jacket open to flash me and pressed one of her delightful little tits into me. What more could I want?

I took my roll of bills from my pocket and peeled off several hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. I said that I hoped this would insure that we would have a good time. She giggled and hopped off her stool. She took me by the hand and led me out. As we walked toward the casino floor I hooked a thumb in her back pocket and playfully patted that luscious behind. She slipped an arm around me and led me toward the roulette tables. This gorgeous slut was grabbing my ass again as we walked out.

Lots of heads were turning as she led me to the tables. Atlantic City's casinos tend to be filled with older people in jogging suits who came on bus trips and a hot woman in sexy clothing really stands out. When she found the roulette table she liked, she took a seat at the end of the table next to the pit ropes and perched on one of the stools. Once again, her jeans rode down her ass exposing her thong. In the bright lights on the casino floor you could really see her butt cleavage when she sat down. I stood next to her getting myself in a great position to see the outline of her breasts when she stretched to place her bets. She realized this and made sure I had plenty to see. She caught my eye and winked, giving me a quick flash with a giggle. I ordered her a drink from the cocktail server. I gave the server a twenty and told her not to let my date's glass get empty.

The dealer, a thin Asian guy named Tran welcomed her to his table, wished her luck and pushed a stack of chips her way with a big smile. She began playing her chips and seemed to prefer the low numbers at the other end of the table. This meant standing and leaning way over to reach them. Her lovely butt held my attention. When she reached for her low numbers her taut nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse giving a fleeting view of their beauty to an appreciative old guy gambling at mid table. 

Seventeen, Tran announced and my hooker reacted with delight since she had a stack of chips on that number so her win was more than one hundred dollars. Tran announced the payout to the pit boss and pushed over a small stack of table chips with a black hundred on top. She stood up and I got a big hug and a kiss. She flipped a few chips to Tran and blew him a kiss too. After leaning forward to place her next bets, she leaned back and rubbed against my thigh while the little white ball spun around the numbered wheel. "Eleven!" Tran called, eliciting another squeal from my lucky hooker. She was loud enough that heads turned from several other tables and even a few of the people in the row of slots across the aisle looked over. My hooker jumped to her feet and bounced gleefully sending her lovely breasts into motion. This was her lucky night and she soon had a large stack of chips in front of her.

After amassing her small fortune, she turned to me and said she wanted to thank me properly for all the fun she had, and cashed in her chips. Tran handed her a stack of black One-Hundred Dollar chips that she slipped into my pants pocket. "Let's go have some fun", she said, and gave me this big lascivious smile. She grabbed my arm and led me away toward the hotel elevators. The elevator has a wall of window overlooking the ocean, beach and boardwalk below. The nearly full moon lit the beach scene. When we got into the elevator we were alone and she removed her jacket completely. Now her deep brown nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. Her nipples were so puckered that the brown areola seemed about half their normal size. She was rubbing herself all over me. She was really excited. So was I!

As we left the elevator and walked down the hall to our room she was hanging all over me and we were grab-assing like a couple of teenagers. Then a door opened and a middle aged couple emerged from one of the rooms. I hadn't expected this. I could tell that this woman was immediately scandalized by the look of my hooker. Her poor spouse was dying to stare but didn't want to get caught looking too hard. When we got the door to our room my party girl stopped, turned toward the couple where they were waiting for their elevator and flashed the guy before stepping into the room. That lucky guy had quite a tale to tell his buddies on the golf course and a fond memory of his brief moment of pleasure.

The hotel room was typical casino chic. A king sized bed with night tables, a dresser, an armoire for the entertainment center and two easy chairs beside a low round coffee table near the curtained window. My digital camera was sitting on the table. When we entered the room, she sat me in a chair near the window and opened the drapes to the view of the moonlit boardwalk below. We were only on the 5th floor and the view of the moonlit ocean was spectacular. We could see people walking on the boardwalk. There were a couple of rolling-chair operators leaning against the boardwalk railing next to their chariots waiting for a customer. While making small talk about how lucky she had been tonight, she fetched me a beer from the mini-bar. Then she bent down, sticking that great ass in the air and tuned the radio to get some music. My mind was really wondering what was this was leading to? What was she going to do next?

She came over to my chair, gave me a kiss and told me that she would be my private dancer. Of course when she bent down to kiss me her hands went to my thighs and my cock got a little stroking. She swayed to the music and made a great show of rubbing up against me. Then she stepped up onto the coffee table that was in front of the window and began to dance. I grabbed the camera and started snapping photos. While she danced she pulled her top off so her magnificent tits were fully exposed. She caressed them and played with her nipples while gyrating to the music. 

She turned to face the window and slowly pulled down the zipper of the pants. I just sat there enjoying the show. She wiggled her ass and the pants soon slipped to the table. Her thong was buried in the deep crack of her ass. When she turned to me I saw that the little triangle of her sheer black lace panties had worked its way into the lips of her shaved pussy. Her panties were soaked with her juices and the moisture from her wet pussy was glistening on her inner thighs.

She danced with very sensuous moves; grinding her pelvis in my direction, then toward the window. She slipped the wet lacy panties up inside the lips of her vulva and rubbed them on her swollen clit. Then slowly she slid them down over her high heels so she was wearing only her heels, stockings and jewelry. When the panties were in her hand, she bent over and gave me a sniff of their sweet wetness. She turned, still bent over and thrust her swollen pussy lips right in front of me. If you aren't aware, an Asian woman's vagina turns a deep purple color when aroused and is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I just wanted to drive my cock home into it. I licked her pussy and savored the sweet juices. She ran her hands over her ass and then spread her pussy lips and fingered her swollen clit for my, and her, pleasure. My tongue competed with her finger for a place in that paradise. I wondered if the rolling chair guys down below had their eyes fixed on her fifth floor strip show. 

She got down from the table. My hooker now pulled me out of the chair and pushed me back onto the bed. She undid my belt and zipper, pulled my pants off me and stroked my throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees and swallowed me, sucking for all she was worth. After she'd licked my shaft to it's full length she got up, straddled me, slipped my aching member into her hot, wet box, and began to grind her hips on my inflamed cock. The heat of her pussy was unbelievable and her wetness soaked me as she rode up and down my shaft. I was kneading her ass and bucking to her rhythm. I could feel my balls tighten and I fought not to come too quickly. I guess she sensed this too and she slipped off me. My glistening member was sticking up into the air shocked by the sudden cool air. She knelt before me, bent down and took my swollen rod into her mouth. She didn't just take it in, she sucked it in, passionately, intensely, tasting her own juices, and began deep-throating me. She was sucking so hard I thought my eardrums might pop. Each time she pulled back her teeth dragged over the glans and she bit lightly causing me to shudder in a wave of pleasure. Then she sucked down again until I thought I wouldn't be able to stand any more. She licked my shaft clean, sliding her full red lips up and down the underside of my cock, flicking it with her tongue while gently squeezing my balls.

I couldn't wait any longer. I could feel the waves of contraction in my scrotum and blew my load all over her with a shiver. I could see the pearls of hot cum on her lips and chin as she continued to suck my shaft. I was completely spent and just collapsed back onto the bed with my arms out as I tried to catch my breath.

She slipped up beside me and I wrapped my arms around her. Well, she asked, after I caught my breath, do you think I could make it as a call girl?

"Baby", I said, "You could make a great living like that. Guys would be willing to pay anything for a night with you. I can't believe how hot you were or how exciting it was for me to be with you in public in your hooker persona. "Well," she replied, "You wanted me to be your hooker to fulfill your fantasy so I wasn't going to do it half-heartedly. 

We both just lay there, exhausted. I was holding her, feeling her warm moist breath on my chest. As her rhythmic breathing indicated that she was nearly asleep she looked up and said, "That was fun but I hope you don't think that you are the only one with unfilled fantasies." I reveled in how lucky I was as she drifted off to sleep and wondered to myself. What unfilled fantasies does she have? 



Casino Jackpot



"Here, princess, take this," said Daddy, pushing a crisp bill into my hand. I spun around and chose a particularly festive-looking slot machine - one that spun little pictures of diamond rings and pinups. I wiggled up into the chair and Daddy sat down beside me, running her hands up my thigh and resting one across the back of my chair. "Push it, baby" she growled.

"Buy me a drink, willya?" I laughed, and she caught the waitress's eye, motioning for another round. I pushed the bet button and the jewels and titties flew past my eyes, lining up to give us $50. I paused to pull out a cigarette and Daddy whipped out a lighter to light it for me. The wheels spun and spun and we cheered on every small victory. I kept stealing little looks at my girl, the neon reflecting in her turquoise eyes. She was so hot with her dark spiky hair and perfectly pressed shirt. She wore heavy construction boots with her low slung jeans and I knew she'd worn them just for me. I'd dressed for her, too - a little black dress covered my curves, showing just enough cleavage to be sexy but not so much it would make Daddy jealous with other people seeing what was hers alone. We played and played until we had a nice little sum, double drinks in one hand, cigarettes in the other, laughing and cheering on the machine.

"Cash out, princess, I'm taking you upstairs," said Daddy, brushing her hand against my nipple, making it spring to attention.

Even though it was far past midnight, the casino was lit up like noon and packed with people. Daddy put her hand on the small of my back and guided me through the crowd toward the escalator. I was so proud to be hers, so proud that she was mine. As we made the long trek across the skyway to the hotel I got hotter and hotter, thinking of how I would please my girl once we got back to the room.

The room was a lovely suite with a living room and a ridiculously big bed. Beautiful watercolors of the mountains outside hung on the papered walls. Daddy pulled a baggie out of the wardrobe and sat down on the couch to roll a joint. I excused myself to the bedroom to wriggle out of my dress to show the baby pink corset underneath. Even thought it made breathing a bit of a chore, I loved the way the satin and lacing pulled in my curvy belly and pushed my titties up up up. I spritzed on a little more perfume in my blond curls and fixed my red lipstick, slipped on my five inch pink satin platform heels. I batted my eyes in the gold-framed mirror and pouted my lips in silent approval of my appearance.

Meanwhile Daddy had gotten comfortable in her boxers and rolled two neat joints. She was waiting for me in the low-lit living room.

"Fire up," she said, looking me up and down. I curled up next to her, rubbing my titties against her arm as I got comfortable and lit up. Daddy leaned across me to get the remote and put on some music - old R&B - love music, she called it.. We passed the joint back and forth and let the music and the smoke swirl through the room.

"You look beautiful, princess," my Daddy whispered, cupping my face in her hand. She leaned in close and pressed her mouth against mine, running her tongue against my lips. The second kiss was deeper, more urgent, as she parted my lips and pressed herself against me. Her lips traveled down my neck, kissing and licking my throat, suddenly giving me a hard little sucking bite that made me gasp. "That will leave a mark," I thought with satisfaction. I loved to be marked as hers.

Her hands with their perfectly manicured short nails found my breasts and started teasing my hard nipples, gently at first, then with little pinches and twists. I moaned and felt my pussy begin to gush.

"Daddy," I said breathlessly, "I love you."

"I love you too, princess," she murmured. "Now get your ass off that couch." I slid off the couch and stood as directed.

"Turn around, my little pornstar," she commanded, and I pirouretted around to rub my ass against the big silicone cock I felt through her boxers. "Grind it, baby," she ordered, and I began to circle and grind my ass against her. She pushed back, pulling my hips toward her with her hands. "I want these off," she said, popping the elastic on my wet panties. "Is your pussy hot, princess?"

"Oh yes, Daddy, just for you," I breathed. No one can make me hot like my Daddy. She is my heart, my life, and my lover. I want a tattoo over my mound - Daddy's Pussy. She owns me.

"Touch my hard cock," she commands, and I slide my hand into the slit in her boxers, pulling out the biggest, thickest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen. I take it in both hands, stroking its length, admiring it, raising its head to my lips. It's too big to take in my mouth, but I kiss the round head, flick my tongue down the shaft.

"You're gonna take this, baby," she growled, pushing me back onto the coffee table. I lay back and spread my legs wide in the air, like a vee. I'm flexible for a big girl and like to show off for my Daddy. She took her big cock in her hand and started rubbing the head of it against my wet little clit, making me moan with happiness. She took that cock and rubbed the head up and down against my clit, my slit, and my ass, again and again, making me beg her for it.

"Oh fuck me, please fuck me," I pleaded.

"How much do you want it?" she demanded.

"Oh Daddy, I want it BAD, I want it so bad! My wet little pussy needs your cock, Daddy," I begged. And with that, she took that beast into her hand and shoved the whole thing right into my dripping pussy. I winced and gasped, proud that I could take it all in. "I love you, Daddy, for ever and ever," I whispered.

"I love you too, honey. Now suck my cock with your pussy!" and she began to pound me hard, throwing my legs over her shoulders. She filled me all the way up, I could barely take her in, but it felt so fucking good. My back arched and I was just getting into the rhythm when she pulled out suddenly.

"No, Daddy, I need more!" I squealed in shock, but she was pulling me up by my wrists til I was standing in front of her. She pulled me over to the wingback chair, and pushed me over gently. I grabbed the arms of the chair to keep from falling into it. She held my hips and slid into my pussy,,hard. I gasped and grasped the chair arms. My Daddy fucked me so hard, so fast, so rhythmically, and I gasped, "Baby, you're gonna make me cum on your cock!"

"You better," she said, giving it to me hard and fast. My orgasm started deep deep in me and rose hard through my body. I screamed as it shook through me.

Daddy is merciless when it comes to making me cum for her. She slowly pulled that beautiful cock out of me and put her fingers in my pussy, rubbing that hot little clitty. Around and around, her perfect fingers found the spot again and again. I came almost instantly on her hand, my knees so shaky I ended up in the chair.

"You're not done yet, are you princess?" said Daddy. "I wanna make sure you get what you need, baby." and with that she disappeared into the bedroom. I stood up, a little woozy, and followed her in.

"I wanna fuck YOU, Daddy," I said with a grin. "Lay down." Daddy lay down in the middle of the huge bed, her giant cock standing at attention. "Ooooh," I said, "I want THAT!" and I climbed into the bed. I turned around, showing Daddy my ass and cummy pussy. I straddled her and began to lower myself onto that beautiful cock. It slipped into my soaking pussy and I moaned with pleasure. I pushed myself all the way down, sitting right on my Daddy's lap. I ground around, feeling totally filled up with her lovely cock.

"Fuck it, baby," growled Daddy, "Ride me hard." I leaned forward, letting Daddy's cock slide almost all the way out of me, just her big round head inside. I slowly, slowly pushed back down. "That looks GOOD, princess, fuck that big cock." I started riding her hard, little beads of perspiration rising up on my forehead. "Fuck it, baby, fuck it," she ordered, and I obeyed, slamming down again and again, feeling my clit hit against her pussy while I took that monster cock over and over. I had a crashing orgasm, my pussy sucking Daddy so hard, screaming into the night. It took me so over the top that I let myself fall over, right onto Daddy's legs, letting her cock pop out of me. Daddy laughed as I gasped for air. "You did good, princess," she said.

"Now it's your turn Daddy," I gasped, flipping around. "I wanna touch it." Daddy pulled off the strap-on and her boxers, snuggling down into the soft bed. My fingers found her mound with the perfect little strip of hair leading to her clitty. I cooed with pleasure to feel her slickness. "Ooh, Daddy, you are soooo big and hard!" My fingers in her pussy felt like heaven. I slid them gently through her pussy, melting with the feel of her. "Oh you feel soooo good!" I exclaimed, "You are soooo long and hard!"

"Stroke it, baby. I'm so hard from fucking you good," she said, spreading her legs wider. I started rubbing harder.

"I want you Daddy. I want you to fuck me,: I whispered.

"How much?" she demanded.

"Ooooh, SO much, Daddy! I want it BAD. I want it, Daddy, give it to me!" I pleaded.

"Make me cum inside you." said Daddy.

"Oh, I will, I will!" I promised, my fingers circling Daddy's clit. "Cum inside me, Daddy! Fill my pussy with cum! Or fuck my ass - it will be so tight around your cock," and Daddy began a low moan and pressed harder into my hand. Her cum was as long and as hard as her cock, her moans turning into a long yell.

"I love you, Daddy, forever," I whispered.

"I love you too, princess," she sighed. She curled up and pushed against me and I held her as she fell asleep. We had hit the jackpot.