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Sexual Roulette

By: namelorb



It was a little after 10: 00 pm when Serena & Connie entered the hotel bar. It was a bar that they had not been to before, but it was a routine that they both knew quite well. 

Serena: (Spoken with confidence and self assurance) "So who will it be tonight?"

Connie: (Relaxed and Playful) "Lets pick someone that is in better shape this time. They do not have to be an athlete, but seriously."

Serena: "How about the man at the end of the bar? He looks like he will do."

Connie: (Spoken, as she was a bit pissed) "No! The ring! No married men!"

Serena: "And the guy next to him looks like he is too young. I would have to check his ID to confirm that he is old enough to be in this bar."

Connie: "How about the bald guy that is just getting a beer at the bar."

Serena: "He will do just fine. And he is not bald; I like the short stubbly hair. So let the games begin." 

The ladies walked towards him, with their drinks in hand. They brushed lightly against him, one on each side, as they placed their drinks on the bar. 

Connie: "What brings you to town?"

Serena: "What do you do for a living?

Connie: "You look fit, do you workout?"

They fired questions at him in rapid succession. His head moved back and forth between the ladies, first glance to their faces, his second glance to their chests and waists. He did not respond, but looked back to their faces again. The ladies paused for a moment and repeated his actions by glancing down at his midsection and back up to his face. Connie the more playful one of the two placed her hand on his shoulder and gave him a flirtatious smile. 

But let's talk about the ladies for a moment; 

Serena has solid, tight and muscular body. She works out doing cross fit on a regular basis. She has a perfectly round and perky butt, that is almost peeking out from beneath her short black skirt. Her legs are long and muscular to her 5' 9" frame. Her 'B' cup breasts are pushed up with the help of a good bra making her appear to be a 'C'. She has a beautiful round face with short brown hair. She works as a construction supervisor overseeing several work crews. She works hard at her job and is equally focused on her playing. When at work she dresses professionally for her position, but when she plays, she dresses in her sexiest short skirts and always shows full cleavage. Serena is the leader of the two women that are the best of friends. The fact that they are at this airport hotel is her plan, as she is much less likely to run into one of her coworkers out by the airport and in addition the airport is likely to have visitors that will be in town for only a short time frame. And as such they will likely not return or return very infrequently. 

Connie is a bit shorter at 5' 4". She has a petite frame with quite large breasts for her height, at least a full 'C' and possibly a 'D'. She is not skinny, but is not overweight. Her hips are curvy and she crosses her feet over her centerline when she walks to accentuate the sway of her hips and butt. The guys melt at her playful and flirtatious style. She works as a pharmaceutical sales representation, which for her, is not like work at all. One has to be smart for this job, but being a beauty and a flirt make it more like playing than working. She allows Serena to take the lead in not only these situations, but in all aspects of their friendship. She is a more caring individual then her friend. 

And Mel, he is a Sales Manager, and let's face it, most men are their work. He lives for his job. He is 6' tall with a standard build, but the ladies back home say that his tight butt is his best feature. He is confident in all aspects of his career, but lacks a little confidence with the ladies. 

Serena: (spoken in a confident and professional manner) "Connie, let the man breath. I am sorry to be so direct. We are just out tonight having a bit of fun and would like to ask you to join us." She said as she motioned to a booth off to the side. He nodded and the couple moved over to a corner booth and the ladies slid into the seat around him from both sides. "Let's start with introductions, my name is Serena & this is Connie." 

Mel: "My name is Mel, I am here for a business meeting, I am a Sales Manager and I do workout to stay fit."

Connie: "So, are you interested in playing a game?" She could tell that he was intrigued, but she did not wait for a response. "We have a game that we like to play, and it requires three players." She said as she looked over to Serena and then back at Mel. Then in a seductive voice she slowly spoke, "There are several rules, but the first one is that we all have to be naked before the game begins. The second rule is; you must wear a condom at all times. Does this sound like a game that you might be interested in playing?"

Mel had a shocked look on his face, but he did not respond. 

Serena: "Do you have a room here?"

Mel: "Yes and Yes."

The group grabbed their drinks and walked out of the bar with their drinks in hand. They knew that most bars do not allow you to leave with their drinks, but they still confidently walked down through the lobby. As they entered Mel's room, mike removed his wallet and phone and placed it into the room safe.

Serena: "Connie, would you please cover the rules?"

Connie: "The game is called 'Sexual Roulette'. We ladies are each assigned a random amount of time and the key to this game is for us to have as many orgasms as possible, but not to get shot by you and your orgasm. 

-+1 points for each lady orgasm,

--2 points to the lady that is shot by your orgasm,

-There is a roll of the dice and a switch time of 20 seconds maximum, the other lady must mount your penis before 20 seconds have elapsed from the others dismount,

-2 white dice indicate the ladies length of time and the red die indicates the position for the man during each turn by both ladies.

They had a card with the position for the man: 

1. Belly

-2. Back

-3.Knees

-4.Standing

-5.Side

-6.Woman's Choice

Do you have any questions about the rules?"

Mel: (A bit shocked yet excited) "Wow! This sounds incredible, did you ladies come up with the game on your own?"

Serena: "It is out little invention."

Connie went to her large purse and pulled out a timer and some dice and set them on the end table, along with a card that indicated the 6 position that the man would be assigned. But Mel hardly noticed Connie as Serena began to undress and that drew all of his attention. Serena did not waste any time and quickly removed her skirt and blouse and snapped off her bra and placed her clothes in a small pile on the desk. As she finished she walked over to Connie wearing only her panties and assisted in unbuttoning Connie's blouse. Serena dropped her skirt then she kicked it onto the chair and then tossed her blouse on top of it. Connie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and added it to her stack of clothes on the chair. Mel was a bit shocked by all of this, as they were quite seductive and sexy just moments ago, but now they had the appearance of an athlete preparing for the big game. They were confident with their own bodies by stripping with all the lights on. They were in the zone. 

Mel was caught in a bit of a trance as his eyes were locked onto these ladies that were both topless in front of him, when only a few moments ago they were all down in the hotel bar with their initial greeting. He adjusted his gaze from one lady then to the other. He was admiring the bounce of their breasts, the curve of their hips. But then he realized that they both stopped moving and were staring at him. Serena pointed an open hand at his genitals, in a gesture to get busy and get undressed for the game. He made quick work of removing his clothes and kicking them anywhere around the room. He did not even pause but immediately dropped his boxers to the ground and gave them a kick. He stood their sporting a partial erection that continued to grow. After all, there were two naked ladies, well almost naked, walking around in front of him. The ladies followed his lead and removed their final garments to Mel's great pleasure. Connie had completely shaved her pubes while Serena had the smallest of a little tuft of hair just above her clitoris. Mel was mesmerized by these two naked women, as he enjoyed the beauty of the female form. He marveled at their silky smooth skin and gorgeous round butts. He was in heaven. 

One could tell that the ladies were taking this quite seriously, after all they had bragging rights on the line for this evening, but the bragging rights only between the two of them, as no one else would know about it. Serena squeezed a bit of lubricant into her hand and then some into Connie's hand. Both of the ladies reached down in unison and lubricated their vaginas fully. Serena then placed the lube on the table next to the dice. 

Serena: (back to the playful voice)"Are you ready sport?" As she turned to Connie, "I am going to win big, just wait!"

Connie: "Here we go!" And with this both ladies sat down on the edge of the large king sized bed and they began to massage their clits. "W-A-R-M U-P Time!" She said slowly as she stroked her clitoris. Mel just stood there at the end of the bed watching as these two beautiful women opened their legs wide and stroked themselves. He could hardly wait to get started. "You first girl." She said as she motioned to Serena. And with this Serena rolled the dice; a 1 & 3 with a red 3. "On your knees sport," She demanded. 

Mel was very eager to comply, as he climbed up on the bed and knelt in the center of the bed as his erection throbbed in the air in front of him. Serena positioned herself on her belly facing away from Mel, with her butt high in the air. Mel scooted forward to her and placed one hand on top of her butt. Serena had returned her hand to her clit and resumed her stroking. 

Serena: "We will handle the insertions Mel. Feel free to do your thing." She turned her focus to Connie. "Ready!" She exclaimed for the games to begin. 

Connie placed 40 seconds on the timer and pressed start, to the sounds of a short beep. Serena reached back and grabbed the shaft of his penis and inserted it into her well lubricated vagina. Mel did not need any more instruction and began to thrust into her steady at first and then hard and fast. 

Serena: (In a calm voice) "It's a marathon not a sprint." And with this Mel slowed his pace a bit, while Serena continued her clitoral stimulation. In no time at all, the sharp 'Ding' of the timer went off. Serena slid herself forward and off of Mel's shaft, leaving Mel kneeling there with his erect penis pointing high. She moved off to one side of the bed while Connie slid in from the other side and positioned herself in the same doggie style position with her pussy right next to his engorged penis. Connie returned to her clitoral stroking but did not grab for his penis right away. Mel was asking himself, 'what is she waiting for'? Serena was standing by the timer, but had not pressed the start button yet. Within a few seconds she reached for this penis, held it firmly, while still stoking herself, and plunged his penis in, with a simultaneous beep of the timer. Mel then realized that she was getting in a few extra strokes on her clit before her time was to begin. Mel resumed his steady strokes and in no time at all, the bell rang out again and Connie pulled herself forward right with the ding. 

It was Serena's turn and the roll was a 6 & 1 with a red 1. 

Serena: "On your belly," She demanded. And with this she slid face up in front of Mel. She continued to massage herself for an additional 15 seconds and then grabbed his shaft and pulled him on top of her, keeping her hand on her clit. She would massage herself on the upswing and then let Mel mash her hand into her clitoris. She erupted with an orgasm directly in the middle of her allotted time, while never breaking her concentration she worked for another. But the bell dinged at 70 seconds. 

Connie jumped into position and almost pushed Serena out of the way as she continued her focus with her fingers. She did not waste any time but immediately grabbed his penis and shoved it into herself. Mel could almost immediately feel her muscles throbbing as she orgasmed quickly and without any hand stimulation. She reached up with her hand and pulled Mel hard into her at a slow to somewhat moderate pace. She was conducting his thrusts with her hands, setting the pace and the pressure of his passions. A short time later she erupted again and this one was more power as she began to buck up and down. There was still time left and she continued her movements, but she also began to rub her hands gently across his back and butt. Then the ding of the bell. 

Score: Serena: 1

Connie: 2

The dice were rolled again; 6 & 4 with a red 2.

Serena: "Down on your back!" she demanded.

Connie rubbed her hands across his chest as she slid out from under Mel and off the bed. And with that he rolled onto the bed and settled back into the bed as requested. Serena moved on top of him straddling him as she knelt above him. She paused for a moment and then grabbed his penis and lowered herself onto him, to the start of the timer. She began to drive hard into him to apply solid pressure on her clit. Serena kept up her movements and with a steady pace. After a bit Mel observed that she closed her eyes and her lips began to quiver, and yes, a short time later she was enjoying the great release of orgasm. She continued to swing her hips down and forward and squeezed out another orgasm just before the bell rang, but she continued to stroke a few more times beyond the bell. 

Connie rubbed her hands gently across Mel's chest as she adjusted from kneeling alongside him, to straddling him. She continued by swirling his chest hair with a single finger before grasping his shaft and lowering herself onto him. As she did, Mel let out a slight gasp and then his mind wandered for a moment; Connie was doing those small little extra things to him, like playing with his chest. She was not just into having sex, but she was into improving the pleasure of his sexual experience. Serena was a bit colder and to her it was all about her orgasm and her experience and Mel was just a tool to be used. But as he looked in Connie's eyes she could see real attraction through her gaze. Just then he was snapped back to reality of the joys of having sex with a beautiful woman. He had a feeling that the time was about to run out on the timer, but Connie began to vary her breathing and she exploded into a glorious orgasm. As she did Mel could feel the throbbing of her vaginal muscles and he joined her in orgasm. But he did so quietly and without any outward signs that he had shot his load. As the bell rang he pulled her down to him and gave her a passionate kiss.

Serena pushed Connie off of Mel breaking their kiss. Serena rolled the dice; 2 & 3 with a red 2. 

Serena: "Alright, same position with a tied score. Let's do this!"

With this she mounted him directly and began her thrusting. Mel waited only a short time and pretended to have an orgasm. He was only moderately successful in his acting performance. When the bell rang at 50 seconds, Serena dismounted and immediately reached for his condom pulling it off, holding up in the air to inspect it for semen. She was not happy to see that it was full of the creamy white evidence, showing proof of her loss in the contest. 

Serena: "Well, I lost; Damn!" 

Serena turned and walked away to sit down across the room. Mel watched her naked frame as her hips swayed with each step, but tore his eyes away from her and reached his hand out to Connie's had who had sat on the edge of the bed. She squeezed his hand and leaned in to give him another kiss, just as passionate as the one before. Serena reached over for the rest of her drink left over from the bar. Mel joined her by reaching over to the table and finishing off his drink. As he switched his view from one naked lady then back to the other. But, he found himself studying the finest details of every curve in their bodies. Mel began to search for something to say as a way to continue the evening. The ladies were not dressing, and he was enjoying that fact, but he was not ready for the evening to end. 

Mel: "So, How did you ladies come up with this game?"

Connie: "We came up with this idea on a night, as we sat around our usual bar with the usual guys, that we are not interested in and we came to the realization that there are a lot of guys out there that would love to have sex with a beautiful woman with no strings attached, with no thought of long term relationship and two women together would make it a lifetime memory. I kind of like the idea of being a lifetime memory for someone."

Serena stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, Mel watched her all the way as she walked by, because, let's face it, she is a naked. And all men would not pass up an opportunity to observe and study every detail of a naked woman. As Serena entered the bathroom and closed the door, he did not waste any time and rushed his naked self over to Connie. She was facing away from him, so he placed a hand on her hip and spun her around. 

Mel: "I am coming back in town in 4 weeks, and I absolutely have to see you again." 

Connie: "We do this as a onetime event, without any long term relationship."

Mel: "I can tell that you are attracted to me. I can see it in your eyes. And I know that I am attracted to you, you are gorgeous. We do not have to tell Serena. Come on just you and me a night out on the town? What do you say?"

Connie: "Well, you are cute, but we have a rule, no relationships."

Mel: "But don't you want a relationship, if not now, sometime soon." 

Connie: "I don't Know, I..." She stopped speaking as Serena reentered the room. 

Mel was disappointed with her response, but he was interrupted as Serena returned from the bathroom. Serena walked over to the bag reached in and pulled out a vibrator.

Serena: "Who is ready for round two?"

++++++++++

Mel was thinking about this day 10 years later. He then realized that it was almost exactly 10 years ago, when those two ladies approached him in the bar. As he thought about that wonderful evening's adventures, he quickly sparked an erection, as that worked every time. A smile appeared on his face. He walked into the next room, approached his wife, placed a hand on her hip and spun her around. 

Mel: "I love you Connie, so very, very much!"

He kissed her with a most passionate kiss, as she relaxed into his arms. 

A Story by Jay Namelorb

*****

If you liked this story, you may consider reading; 

1.Snows of Trout Lake

2.He Never Remembers 

3.Retirement Village Visit

4.Drive Time

5.Iron Man Trist

6.College Roommates

Sexual Roulette Ch. 01



(A new story idea. For those of you who want to be negative, just pass this one one.)

*

Missy arrived at her friend's house right at the appointed time. She was told by her friend George to arrive at his house at 7:30 prepared to impress. In Missy's mind, this meant professional. George had been there to help her every step of her career already and no doubt had helped her find a person who would pay her more than the meager salary she was getting at her present job. It was definitely time for a change and she was more than willing. Missy didn't see any other cars in the driveway, so she figured he had her early to go over strategy. As Missy knocked on the door, George walked up wearing a polo shirt and a pair of shorts. This surprised Missy. 

"What are you wearing, George?" she asked him. George looked at her and smiled. 

"I've been working on a project in the basement. While we wait, did you want to see it?" George's face was closer to a kid with a new toy than the professional he always portrayed himself to be. As Missy followed him into the basement, she wondered to herself what she got herself into. She walked down her stairs slowly as George kept bragging about what he built. 

As Missy walked closer to the blanket covering whatever George was hiding, he broke out a set of wine glasses and a chilled bottle of wine. He popped the cork and poured out two glasses as Missy wondered what he was doing. For as long as she had known George, he had never attempted to make a play on her. He was the most subdued guy she was friends with. Sure she knew that George was married once before to a very domineering wife who treated him like shit. And she also knew that George was always afraid to get hurt again. A few times getting drunk let her in on that secret. Yet, she always found him cute and finding him this excited was making her feel at ease. 

As she took her first drink of the wine he chose, he slowly drew back the blanket to reveal a plywood table about waist height. Missy thought in the back of her head that he had finally lost his mind. He was this excited over a card table? It was then that he took the table and spun it slowly. This intrigued Missy a bit. Why was George showing her this rotating table? 

As they stayed down there and George began to talk about the idea for this project, Missy removed her jacket to reveal the white blouse she wore under it. Missy was not above using slight sex appeal to land a job. She was way too conservative to try anything dirty on a stranger. But she did wear a sheer bra under her shirt just in case this mysterious employer was. As George took a look at this glimpse of naughtiness from his girl, he started to let his mind wander a bit. It was then he made his move. 

"Did you know this table serves more than just as a card table?" George asked her slyly. 

Missy looked at him with the air of disbelief. "Like what?"

George then invited her to sit on the middle of the table. Missy normally would have saw through his veiled attempt at humor, but her drunken senses wanted to play along just to see what developed. She slowly stepped onto a nearby chair. Before sitting on the table, she removed her pumps just to ensure she didn't scuff them. As she sat in the middle, he slowly began to move the table and allowed it to spin slowly. Missy felt a little dizzy and a little giddy as she spun on the table. As she enjoyed the ride, George began to ponder how to get Missy to loosen up a bit more. It was then she volunteered. 

"George darlin, I'm a lil warm. So how long until your friend gets here?" she coyly asked.

George cleared his throat. "I guess he'll be here in a couple hours. Why?"

Melissa began to unbutton her shirt slowly. "I feel like relaxin on this table a few minutes, but I gotta remove this shirt." 

George was awestruck as he caught a glimpse at the sheer white bra Missy was wearing. A slight sheen of sweat appeared on her breasts and neck as she kept being spun around until she stopped for the sake of polishing off another glass of wine. It was her third and she felt tipsier than usual. It was then she reached behind and undid the button holding her skirt to her body. It was then she looked like a total whore. There this conservative blond lay on this table wearing nothing more than a sheer bra and her matching panties that already shown how much she was digging this table. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was being at George's attention. At any rate, her hidden wild side was slowly revealing itself to George. It was then that George knew that the show was about to begin. 

George watched as Missy lay prone across the table until her head leaned over the edge of the table and her legs hung over the other end. It was an alluring sight. George crawled closer to her and looked down at her. She was way gone. It was then Missy said something that shocked him. 

"George, can I suck your cock?"

He was stunned. He knew this table was a gamble. He knew if Missy wasn't intoxicated, she wouldn't have said it. But he had lusted after her so much, he felt like he had to try. It was then the decision was made for him. 

"oooo, looks like someone wants to come out and play," Missy said as she slowly undid his zipper to feel the organ trying to break through. In a flash, his cock was exposed and Missy's tongue was slowly licking the head. George let his moan come forth as Missy's tongue began seducing him. Here was the object of his lust making the first move on him when he was planning something more worthy of her hotness. 

It was then his friends entered through the back door and slowly began giving him thumbs up as she began to slowly suck his dick into her throat. George allowed himself the chance to slowly fuck her mouth as her legs opened instinctively. It was then she opened her eyes and saw that her seduction had an audience. 

"are you all here for me?" she asked. As the guys all began to drop their shorts to reveal their bulges, George asked her if she would be willing to be blindfolded during this surprise for her, Missy was floored. Here she was literally naked with five healthy cocks hardened by her looks alone. As Missy began to ponder the possibilities, she nodded her head. George slipped the mask over her eyes as he then spun the table around. As Missy's eyes were closed, she could feel a cock attempting to slide in her mouth. She slowly opened her mouth and allowed it to enter her mouth. She could feel her panties being removed as hands slowly rubbed her nipples and turned her nipples into pebbles. She was imagining herself on this table being ravaged by these horny guys and George participating. The thoughts alone started getting her juices flowing as a tongue began to lick her slowly. 

This licking plus the feeling of this strange cock in her mouth was driving her closer to climax until she could feel the table move.The cock in her mouth was replaced by a different one as her pussy was penetrated by a smaller cock. She could feel the precum landing on her tongue as she sucked this one with more gusto, more fervor. The man in her pussy was not very experienced as he could feel him struggling to keep from cumming too soon. It was for naught as this one exploded within her. She moaned loudly as this cock in her mouth was sliding deeper until she was moved again. 

As she was moved around, she could feel gentle hands guiding her as she slid over onto her stomach. It was then she felt two fingers slowly massaging her rear entrance. It was then she knew she had to take control.

As she pulled the guy from her mouth, she then asked out loud,"Wouldn't you all like to cover me with your cum like the slut I am?"

She stepped down from the table and removed the blindfold just in time to see four mammoth cocks pointing at her face. Her fingers began to play with her clit, feeling the cum from the jumpy guy from earlier mixing with her own juices. As she started to whimper before them, she could see the anticipation in their eyes as their cocks began to pulse forward more. It was almost in slow motion as they each began to shoot off. Some of the shots landed on her tits and neck as some landed on her face. Missy felt like a sexual goddess as these men kept shooting. 

As the men slowly went to their clothes to get dressed, Missy sat there liberated. As she rose, George handed her a fluffy towel as well as another glass of wine. As he looked her over, he wondered what other secrets his friend had for him.



Sexual Roulette Ch. 02



A few days after George's surprise, Missy was beginning to feel more like her old self. In a way, she didn't hate George for what he did because she needed the release. The image of those four massive tools spitting their venom onto her face and chest still warmed her up. However, she never got the chance to thank George properly for his hospitality. As she thought about when would the best chance be for payback, she was interrupted by a knock at the door. As she walked towards the door in her white cloth robe, her hair tied back in a ponytail, she could see the cute Fed Ex guy there standing. It was then she realized who this Fed Ex guy was. He was one of George's friends from the party. Was this visit for business or was he hoping for a repeat? 

Missy opened the door and sized him up. He stood about six foot with a nice tan. His Fed Ex uniform hid a bunch of his qualities until he smiled. It was gleaming white, obviously not a smoker. As he handed her the package in his hands, he asked her how her day was and what was up. It was then Missy began to engage in small talk to try to pry out some information. As soon as she mentioned George, he began to try to walk away. Missy however was having none of it. 

"So why are you being so shy?" she asked him. He cleared his throat. 

"Because I was the one who finished too quick." he said, his eyes to the ground embarrassed. Missy was looking at him with a combination of pity because of the confession and power because it was he that made everyone mess up on George's supposed plan. As she took his hand into hers, she gently pulled him into her apartment and had him take a seat. As she looked at his hand, she noticed that he wore a silver band on his left ring finger. Even the dumbest detective on the planet could figure out what that meant. 

"So, how long have you known George?" she asked him as she presented him a glass of iced tea with lemon. The Fed Ex guy was carefully measuring his words. 

"He got me my first job as well as hooked me up with my wife," he began. "George wanted to surprise you, so he asked me and a few fellas to join in. I didn't mean to...." Missy's fingers touched his lips. She heard enough about the plot and realized this man felt sorry for ruining it to an extent. As she removed her robe to reveal her t-shirt and boy short combo, she began to encourage him. 

"It was a stimulating situation. It's ok to have that happen once in a while." As she kept encouraging him, she could see the bulge appearing in his black shorts again. She slowly knelt before him and began to rub it slowly. 

"So Mr. Fed Ex guy, what package is here for me to check out?" she playfully rubbed it more before he reacted.

"Roger."

"Pardon?" 

"My name is Roger." As she began to slide down the shorts as much as she was able, Roger then raised his hips to allow it to be more simpler. Missy then spied out a precum stain on his white briefs. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick where the spot was until she allowed herself to pull down his briefs. Out came his cock leaking precum and standing proudly. Missy began to slightly tease him more, placing her cheek next to his swollen member and rubbing it as she slowly teased him, her hands moving slowly up and down his shaft so that he can get good and ready for what she had in store for him. 

"Missy?" Roger asked. 

"Yes,Roger?" Missy answered putting on her cutest schoolgirl look. 

"Are you gonna suck me off like the other guys wanted? I never got to feel your mouth a few days ago." Missy thought about what Roger was proposing. 

"So you would rather be in my mouth than my pussy, Roger?" Missy allowed her tongue to slowly lick him from the base to the crown of his cock. Roger moaned from this move. 

"That felt so good," Roger whispered as Missy began to lick him again. She was getting in to teasing this guy. Some really naughty thoughts entered her mind. 

"Does your wife suck you off ,Roger?" Missy asked as her hands slowly stroked up and down his cock. As it twitched in her hand, she slowly allowed her tongue to rub all over the head of his cock, tasting his precum and spreading it all over as she stroked him slower and slower.

"Ok, Roger. I'll suck you off like the slut you think I am since your wife doesn't know how." Missy was all business now as she slowly opened her mouth and slid it over his shaft, slowly making her way down until it was almost all the way in. She then opened her eyes to see Roger's eyes were shut tightly, enjoying the sensation her mouth was giving him. She slowly withdrew her mouth back up the shaft until it almost left her mouth before allowing herself to swallow him back into her open mouth. She started to hum as she did, causing him to feel the vibration on him. As she kept slowly working on him more and more, she could feel Roger's will crumbling as his hands sought to touch the back of her head to force her down deeper. Missy brushed his hands away and removed her mouth. She could see how swollen his member was at that time and stroked it slowly as she looked in his eyes.

"You want to cum in my mouth, Roger. Want me to swallow your load like some two bit whore you hire out? Huh?" Missy's hands were working faster as Roger tried to cry out, but the sound never left his lips. Missy watched as the head of his cock deepened in color as she prepared to fulfill her threat. She placed her mouth over his member and waited for the explosion. 

The explosion was huge as she started swallowing as much as she could. Her mouth then grabbed the head and went down once more as his slippery seed went down her throat. Missy was feeling at the height of sluttiness as she opened her mouth and showed Roger one last drop before swallowing. She began to stroke his semi limp member as he sat there breathing heavy. It was then she asked the major question. 

"Has your wife ever done that to you?" The words escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop them. Roger looked at her and began to cry a bit as he explained how his wife and he hadn't had sex in a few months and how Missy was the first girl he screwed in that long. As Missy heard this pitiful guy's sob story, she realized that maybe George's intentions weren't sinister at all and that he was just helping a few of his buddies to get off. As she held Roger close, she could feel his member begin to rise again. At this point, she saw herself not as a woman seeking a bit of revenge, but a therapist of sorts. 

"Roger, would you like me to help you with this?" she asked as she started stroking his cock again. Before Roger could speak, Missy was already bending before him and removing her boy shorts to show off the freshly shaven snatch she just created a few hours prior. It was then she simply sat down, allowing her clit to rub against his rod a bit before allowing him the chance to penetrate her. 

In her mind, this was simply a mercy fuck. A chance to make him feel better for just a little while to get his rocks off. As she began to grind her hips against him, she could feel his member stir inside of her. She could feel how his tool was hitting the right spot and she was enjoying this act of charity. As she kept gyrating, she could feel Roger's shy hands rubbing her nipples through her t shirt. Missy was getting into it and soon could feel her own inhibitions crumbling as she started getting into her movements. She could feel her walls tightening around his shaft as he began to let off his tell tale moans telling her he was coming really close to a second orgasm. 

"Wanna fill my pussy, Roger?" she asked as she started vigorously rubbing her clit as her own climax came closer. A few more strokes and his seed coated the inside of her cunt. As Missy came down from her high, she saw Roger with a scared look in his eyes. Missy knew what he was thinking. 

"I can keep a secret, Roger. You don't have to worry bout me spoiling your happiness." Roger was relieved to say the least. As he grabbed his pants and put them back on, he saw Missy take a finger and swirl it inside of her before licking it off. This was a hot picture, but Roger had to get back to work. He thanked Missy for her help and went out the door quickly as Missy watched. She then looked at the envelope Roger brought and noticed it had George's address on it. Inside was a pair of panties, her pair of panties. She then noticed that George left a note apologizing for his actions and inviting her to dinner at her next convenience. As she thought about the feeling inside her legs, her mind began to reel as she pondered what moves she was going to play on him. 



Sexual Roulette Ch. 03



George had to pinch himself. Here it was four days after the surprise he sprung on Missy and she was coming over for a date to make up for his indiscretion. The thought of her hot body on the rotating table as a few random dicks were waiting to worship her seemed like a fantasy come true. Yet, he could tell she was starting to get into it when she reached over and unsheathed his sword before the others arrive. The feeling of her mouth inhaling him was a wonderful experience that ended shortly when the audience arrived. George more than ever wanted to go through with seducing and making love to this exquisite woman. Yet, this fantasy would have to wait for this was an apology dinner and his sauce needed to be finished to present with the linguini and the crusty bread. It was his decision tonight that wine would not be served so she would realize that he valued her friendship more than the thought of his lust for her. 

As he finished adding the clams to the sauce, there was a soft knock at the door. He slowly checked his shirt for any stray stains as his khaki shorts were also free from intrusion. He then took a deep breath before he opened the door. He then stopped breathing. There before him stood the gorgeous woman he prepared himself for. However, judging by how she was dressed he was not only ill prepared, but also under dressed. Missy wore a red sleeveless dress augmented by red elbow length gloves. Her neck was adorned by a shimmering pearl necklace and her makeup had her looking more regal than casual. Her hair was up in a twirl as she looked at him before he allowed himself the opportunity to breathe. 

"Wow!" was all he could say as Missy allowed herself to enter. Her poise was more queenly than friendly as she looked around and noticed the mood. There was a table set with two place settings accented by one lone white candle. Some soft music played in the background as the kitchen smelled of the clams. George then freaked as he ran to the kitchen to catch the sauce before it burned. Missy looked on with interest as George was busy turning off the stove, removing his sauce from the burner and checking out his garlic bread. As George's back was turned, Missy took the opportunity to check out George's rear which was encased in those khaki shorts he always seem to be wearing. Her mind whirled at the thought of if her moves that night would be appropriate. After all, her experience with Roger was eventful and only heightened her curiosity to what George would be like. 

As Missy found a place to sit down, George began to bring parts of the meal to the table. George looked over and saw Missy on the couch and then realized he was not following the cardinal rule of having guests over which was not ignoring the guest. As he came over with the glasses of water, Missy was surprised that he wasn't serving the wine he served four days prior. As she drank the cool water, she watched as George's nervousness got the better of him and spilled water all over his white polo. Missy stood and helped him out of his shirt and undershirt to reveal his hairy chest. Missy noticed how his nipples responded to her accidental touches as his nervousness kept him on edge. It was then that Missy made her move. She slowly gyrated her hips to distract George as she pulled a scarf out of her little purse. Before George could respond, Missy's hands had his tied behind his back and his cock exposed to the air. Missy looked down at her work as George's member swelled before her gaze. George's mind wondered what was going on as his friend was kneeling before him and allowing her gloved hands to caress his balls and shaft slowly. 

"Now that I have you all to myself,"Missy began,"I'm gonna finish what I started a few days ago." 

With those words, she slowly began stroking his member up and down slowly as George's eyes closed, a moan emptying from his throat. Missy watched as George's member slid between her gloved hands and felt the power as he moaned from her touch. It wasn't long until she could see some fluid seeping from his tool. She slowly took a finger and rubbed the head around until it glistened from his fluid. As she slowly blew on it, she could tell that George was in tune as his moan was more shivered than before. Missy knew George was ready. 

Missy's mouth opened and like slow motion rolled her tongue around the head of his cock as George's eyes opened in disbelief. He saw Missy in the splendor she was dressed in with her lips surrounding his cock in sober mind ashe felt his climax want to escape already. It took every bit of control he could muster to control himself. It was then Missy's throat opened and his cock slipped deeper in her mouth. As she slowly raised from that position, George was enjoying her tongue dragging up his shaft. Missy lowered again ever so slowly as George felt his hands struggle against the scarf. Missy's mouth raised up showing her saliva coating on his shaft. 

Missy then took the shaft into her gloved hands and stroked it slowly. She opened her mouth like the girls in those porn films she knew George watched and moaned softly. George was getting into it now as Missy's hands moved faster and faster. Her tongue slinked out and licked the head once more as her eyes opened and winked at George, almost signaling him. George could hold back no longer as he moaned loudly, his essence shooting torrents out of his tool aimed right at her mouth. Missy was enjoying this attention. She felt the hot fluid on her face as he shot, her feelings of fulfillment overwhelming her as some seeped through her lips into her mouth. George tasted good to her, so she took his cock back in her mouth to clean him off. George's dick was more sensitive now. He could feel her mouth milking him for all he had until he felt empty, a load lifted. 

Missy stood up and swallowed a drink of water as George looked at her spellbound. This angel that had just emptied him looked down at him and smiled before walking quietly behind him and untying the scarf. As she did, she leaned down and kissed him on his cheek. 

"So, is it time to eat, George?" Missy asked. George looked at her and smiled. 

"If you want." 

They both walked to the table where Missy sat and George served her some linguini with red clam sauce with Garlic Bread. As George poured more water, Missy asked if there was any wine left since it went better with pasta. George smiled again and began to relax. After all, the first rule of being a good host is to never ignore the guest.



Sexual Roulette Ch. 04



(It would benefit the reader to read the first three chapters before diving into this portion of Missy's adventure.)

Missy walked up to the garage where she knew one of George's friends worked. Ever since making the jump and seeing George as more than just a friend, she had been having the desire to repeat that night's initial attempt at a sexy game of roulette with her on the table as the target. She had already tracked down by total accident his friend Roger when he came by with his delivery. It was in her mind to invite the other participants as well so they could replay the event, only with a better and more fulfilling outcome. 

George initially was excited about the idea except that he thought the other guys might have been sadly disappointed. They were able to deposit their loads onto her face, but there wasn't really much done besides that and he feared getting them all together would be a challenge. Missy was raised on challenges and conquering them was what made her a prized employee at the different agencies she worked at. Already, Roger was invited and because she guaranteed his wife wouldn't find out, he agreed. Of course having her suck him off again in the back of his Fed Ex truck may have helped just a little bit. It just left three more guys and one worked at the garage she was standing at the door of.

As she walked into the garage, she noticed how there was only one bay and only one vehicle being worked on. Missy wasn't very educated on classic cars, so the fact that it had a classic look only made her more curious as she walked around. She almost missed the shape of the mechanic underneath the chassis as she walked around. She looked at the lump on the ground hiding under a set of dark blue coveralls. George only told her that his name was Dan and that he worked there, but neglected to tell her which cock he belonged to. 

She looked around seeking to find a clue, but only found the different posters showing tools and parts and the obligatory calender with the barely clothed women posing around some muscle car. It was then she heard the sound of a phone ringing. Almost on instinct, she walked over to the work table and picked it up. The voice at the other end was grumbly, ancient sounding. He grumbled a question about where Dan was. It was then she could feel his presence behind her. He gently took the phone from her and talked into it.   

"Mr. Williams? Yeah it will be done this afternoon. Oil changes for these models take a while just because they weren't built for convenience...Uh huh...I know you have a show this weekend...Yes I know you have to wax and polish it. I am almost done. No the girl wasn't my wife who answered. She was just visiting and talking while I worked. Sir, give me two hours. I am almost done. Ok, Bye." 

The phone was hung up a little aggressively as Dan scoped Missy out. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together. 

"Missy?" 

"Hello Dan." She finally figured out that Dan was definitely one of the smaller guys from the party. This was starting to get interesting already. 

"So have any plans for Saturday night?" she asked as she scoped him out. His body was hiding under his coveralls, but you couldn't miss his solid jaw nor his green eyes that flashed under his short blond tresses. As Missy began to mentally remember his body from the party, she could hear the hesitation in his voice. 

"I thought George told me you were off the market." That smirk, that's how Missy remembered him. She remembered him smirk as he shot his payload onto her tits that night. That's what made him look so cute like the surfer dude he portrayed. She was getting moist just remembering it. 

"Well, I'm not asking you for a date. I'm inviting you to a party." There, she said it. Now she just wanted him to say yes so she could go back to her car and masturbate while remembering what his dick looked like. 

"I can't." Like a shot to the stomach, her mood changed. 

"Why not?" Her mind started racing through possible scenarios to change his mind, including possibly opening a button or two on the half shirt she wore. 

"I have plans with my family. It's little sister's concert night and I wanted to go check it out." George sure knew how to pick em. He was a mama's boy, but not married. It was then Dan started moving back to the car. 

"Missy, I appreciate your visit, but Mr. Williams needs me to finish this and I still have to empty the oil reservoir. You can come back anytime for a visit. Really." There was no way Missy was giving up that easily. As Dan went to get back on his crawler to slide back under, Missy found a tire with very little grease on it and sat watching. She could hear him with some tools turning as he then cursed for the deluge of oil that decided to conveniently cover his face. He slide the crawler out and turned as Missy grabbed a few rags and started wiping his face as he sputtered, every third word a curse word. He then opened his eyes and saw Missy. 

As he began to open his mouth, Missy placed one finger on his lips and smiled. He was in a very compromising position and it was going to take a ton of help to release him from her grip. But the thought of kissing his lips while they were covered with grease was a definite turn off. Missy smiled as she started wiping his lips with the rag in her hand. 

"Has George ever told you that under florescent light, you look angelic?" What a pick up line. Shame she was already interested in him before he opened his mouth. She slowly kept wiping his lips until she noticed the pool of fluid forming under the car. Dan turned his head to see what she looked at. 

"Oh MY God!!!!" Dan frantically grabbed the kitty litter from a blue beat up trash can nearby and started pouring it all around to catch the spill before it set in. He then got back on the oil covered crawler and slid under to survey the damage. A few moments later, he slid back out and reached over for a new filter to cover the hole. He was a machine at this point moving fast enough to get the job done. Apparently, having an angel watching from a tire was motivating him. Missy thought to herself that he finally put the two thoughts together as she could glance and see a bit of a familiar bulge in his coveralls as he moved. He wiped down the car and looked at the clock. 

"So, did you have an appointment this afternoon you needed to run to?" That familiar smirk was on his face as he looked at her, his arms sliding down the zipper of his coveralls to show off a white t shirt underneath. Missy slides off the tire and walks over as her hands immediately reached for him before his hands grabbed them. 

"Not here," he said as he guided her towards an office towards the back of the shop. All Missy could see was a beat up chair as well as a cluttered desk. A picture of him when Dan was younger was on the wall with four people surrounding him. She thought she recognized "little sister" as a girl she worked with. It was then she completed the equation in her head.

"Are you Lawrence Johnson's son?" The shock of being recognized shocked him. But his hands were faster as he grabbed her shirt and tore it apart so her breasts were exposed. Missy was glad she forgot to wear to wear one today in case she needed to persuade him more. His mouth found one of her nipples and grabbed it with his teeth pinching it. The pain was immense, but it was enough to make her gasp as his hands slipped under her skirt and found the g string covering parts of her anatomy. 

Her eyes were closed as he plunged his finger into her wetness and began to roughly plunge into her. She was moaning louder now as he was egging her on, calling her names like slut and whore while his fingers kept toying with her. She fell into the chair with legs spread open as he pulled down the coveralls to the flood. He was wearing a pair of blue flowery trunks underneath his coveralls. They were slowly slipped down, his manhood standing at the ready as he edged closer. 

Missy wasn't even thinking when he slid into her, his cock pounding her like this would be his last fuck ever. Missy's legs were on him, her feet resting on his shoulders as the back of the chair reclined enough to where she was getting a nice rub on her spot every time he entered into her. Missy looked down to see his fingers rubbing her pussy while he fucked her. She felt the orgasm come faster than lightening as it over took her. His cock slid out and started to pulse as he started shooting his seed on her stomach. Missy sat up breathing heavy as she sat up. Her mouth was at the right level for her to slowly clean off his dick, sucking it teasingly until it was hard again.

"Ready for round two?" he asked. In a flash, she was against the desk, a container of baby oil being poured down her rear entrance as she gasped. He again didn't take his time as he slid into her ass roughly. It had been a while since she was taken so roughly and Missy was moaning from the thoughts of how they looked. His cock was burying itself in her rear entrance stretching it until she could feel the tell tale signs of his second coming arriving. This time, he stayed inside her as shot after shot exploded from his tool. Missy sat there, still bent over the desk as he slowly removed himself and pulled his shorts back up. 

"Dan?" a voice yelled from the front. Dan quickly ran up from the office and Missy watched from the mirrored window as he gave the keys to the elderly gentleman. She recognized him as a partner in the law firm that Dan's father owned and her present workplace. As Dan turned back towards the office, Missy grabbed a spare shirt from the office closet and turned to see Dan smiling. 

"So you guessed my secret?" Dan asked. Missy sat there, the blue button down mechanic's shirt hiding her nakedness as she sat there. Dan then began to talk about how instead of sharing his dad's passion for law, he always wanted to work on classic cars and how even though he was wealthy, his dad allowed him to indulge in this hobby. Missy sat there listening as she admired the fact that he hooked up with George and that she figured out another connection. 

Missy then asked,"So what time is your sister's concert?"

Dan answered,"6pm, why?"

Missy sat up and kissed him."Come by at 9 to get your shirt back." Dan watched as she sashayed her way out of his shop. Missy had her guy for this one. Only two more to go. 



Sexual Roulette Ch. 05



(When we last left Missy, she was striving to track down the four other gentlemen that were at the party her new boyfriend George threw for her a few weeks ago. The goal was for her to have a second attempt, this time with her body not affected by alcohol and as a way of thanking them for their help in awakening her. This is her invite to the third stranger.)

*

Frank was having a slow night at the radio station where he worked as the overnight disc jockey. Usually at that time of night, there was only him and the security guard that watched the door downstairs. Frank had no reason to worry about groupies or stalkers bugging him since he worked at an adult contemporary station that catered to John Tesh and other of the New Age singers. He wasn't personally a fan of it, but the pay was good and he needed the money for the alimony he paid to his third ex wife. Luckily, there were no children involved again thank goodness, so he spun his discs in relative peace while he caught up on some of the side work his friend George sent him utilizing his skills as an accountant. 

Frank thought for a second about the special get together a few weeks prior where he met some of George's friends. He almost decided to skip that get together just because of the fact that he wanted some alone time. But George reasoned with him that he had enough alone time since Frank never went out nor did he have any prospective girlfriend to speak of. He remembered standing there watching this girl crawl upon George's lazy susan style table and strip in front of he and the others looking through a special one way mirror. He remembered how he emptied himself on that same girl's exposed face and wondered why she had to be the first in six months. 

He also pondered why George invited him. In his mind, he reasoned that Roger needed it because of his home life and Dan was of course the rich spoiled guy that needed some excitement. Although he didn't remember the other guy's reasons for being there or who the guy was, he did remember that it took a moment to disrobe before all four of them went out to go after George's hired help or whoever she was. As he stroked himself to climax over her face, he remembered how good it felt to release after so long until he remembered the guilt later that night. He wasn't sure if it was because she was drunk or because she was in the room with five guys. But he remembered the guilt. 

The song was ending as he cued up another and began to text George on his cell phone to find out if he had any work to get his mind off that girl. He didn't find out from anyone what happened to that girl. For some reason, that girl's face was in the forefront of his mind and he needed some distraction so he could get the guilt to disappear. 

His cell phone had a tone as he let his mind wander yet again. It was George telling him that he was sending over some side work. Frank was puzzled. George hates going out that late at night. He was wondering what was the special occasion or what was going on. As he cued up about thirty minutes of music to allow him time to relax, he heard a tone from the front door. The security guard was telling him he had a visitor and that George sent her over.

Her? Frank was even more puzzled. George couldn't have hired him a stripper or a prostitute and when did George have a delivery person let alone a female one. He started to push the thought out of his mind as he started a slow voice over before starting the next string of music. By the time he finished, he heard a gentle knock at the door. He pushed a few buttons and undid his headphones before walking over to the door. 

His mouth dropped when he saw Missy for the second time. Missy's hair was back in a pony tail, a black baseball cap on her head. She had a sly grin as Frank noticed the AC/DC black half shirt and the really short black miniskirt. Frank was unsure what to make of it as Missy asked to enter. Frank stuttered a bit as he walked her in and pulled up a chair while he got back into his own chair to watch what was going on. 

Content that everything was still running, Frank started trying to make small talk as Missy sat there smiling. They started to chat about who she was and the fact that she and George were an item much to Frank's surprise. Frank thought it weird that George chose a beautiful girl like Missy to be faithful to, especially with his past. 

"So you have George's assignments for me? " Frank asked, trying to see where Missy put the folder usually stuffed with figures to check.

"Actually, Frank I was coming by to ask if you were busy on Saturday night." Frank paused. Missy was asking what he was doing on Saturday night. Frank let his mind wander a bit as he pictured what he would be doing, namely a solitary dinner and watching old movies on his DVD player. Nothing to brag about. 

"Why do you ask, Missy?" Frank cross examined. Missy wasn't sure what she was expecting to hear after the conversation she and George had about Frank's past. Frank sat there, his hair slightly unkempt with his dark skin. He looked like a retired ball player with his physique, but the gold diggers he married before helped to shred his confidence down to nothing. Missy figured that Frank would be the most challenging of George's friends to recruit for her party. 

"George and I are throwing a party on Saturday night and we want you to come." Frank thought about it. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Definitely. It wouldn't be fun without you." Missy knew what buttons to push. She also knew his resolve was crumbling faster than blue cheese on top of a salad. Missy could also tell that Frank's other head was pondering also. She then slid off of her chair, knelt before him and started to rub it while he stuttered. 

Frank had an idea what Missy was willing to do to get a yes, but he also had to ensure he had music playing so he wouldn't get in trouble. As he scrambled to cue music, Missy kept rubbing his rapidly growing tool. As he did a voice over as calmly as he possibly could, Missy slowly raised her T shirt to expose her breasts, rubbing them to feel their stiffness. 

As Frank pushed a button, Missy undid the belt of his jeans and started to unbutton them. Frank stood up as she slid his pants and boxers down to reveal his chocolate cock. Missy began to lick up the bottom of his shaft as she kept rubbing one nipple. She allowed her tongue to snake out and rub all over the crown of it before she slowly took as much of it into her mouth as possible. Missy's movements were slow and deliberate. Even though she had a feeling he already caved on the invitation, this was the first black dick she had in a situation like this. She didn't even remember how long she had it in her mouth from the previous party. She was hell bent on enjoying this as much as she was able.

Frank could see her straining to push as much of his meat into her mouth as she could. Knowing full well that he would explode soon, he calmly told her to slow down and that he was close. Missy responded by slowly removing her mouth and then standing before him before lifting her skirt. Frank saw nothing but shaven pussy as she slowly straddled his lap and ever so slowly began to slide his piece into her. Frank was surprised at her aggressiveness as she slowly gyrated her hips taking inch by inch inside her. 

Missy could feel his dick spreading her out as she moved closer. Her mouth found his ear and she started whispering about how much fun Saturday would be as she could feel his tool almost hitting as far as she could let it go. She then moaned softly against him as she gyrated more, his fingers along her exposed ass cheeks as he helped her. One of his fingers found her sensitive rose bud that was begging to be touched. He pressed his finger tip against it and Missy gushed on top of him covering his lap with her own juices. 

Frank kept his hands on her ass as he lifted her up with him before placing her in a chair. Her legs were swung over his shoulders as he slowly worked the head of his cock back inside her again. Missy started egging him on, begging for him to fuck her like the slut she was. Frank started remembering how much he loved to pound on white sluts and his dick partially entered hers again as it firmed up. Missy started moaning louder as Frank watched the clock. He knew he had five minutes before he had to do another voice over. He started fucking her more in earnest slowly spreading her more as he inched more inside her. It wasn't long until he could feel his seed boiling up again and he asked if she wanted it in her pussy. 

Her response was pushing him back and clamping her mouth over the head of his cock and sucking. She wasn't ready for the explosion as she started gagging over the first heavy dose of cum from his hose. The subsequent shots landed on her face, her neck, her exposed breasts, and on the chair behind her. Frank had his eyes closed as the release was more heart felt, more passionate than any he had in a long time. He opened his eyes to see Missy's features literally coated with seed. 

A few moments of awkward silence and Frank had to perform another quick voice over before he reached beside his usual station to find a towel. Missy carefully started to clean herself up as Frank slowly found his clothes to put them back on. As Frank's demeanor changed as he sat down, Missy smiled knowing that she succeeded yet again. Frank slowly kissed her on her lips before she put herself back together and left the room. 

She reached her car avoiding the look of the lone security guard. As she reached her car, she noticed the message on her phone. She flipped it open and pushed the button to read a nice little thought from George. He was hoping that maybe there was a big old grin on her face before she got home because he had the table set and needed a good test run. As she sped off towards his house, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever track down the last participant before Saturday.



Sexual Roulette Ch. 06



(This was the hardest chapter to write and special thanks goes to Victoria Penndragon, AvailableSlave4u and Brightdawn for helping me.) 

Melissa took her time driving home. In her mind, she started to piece together the pieces of the puzzle that George had placed before her. She began to remember the first encounter with Roger, the delivery driver. Roger, as far as she could recall, was having intimacy problems with his wife and was only at the initial party because George promised him anonymity. The fact that Roger brought her George's dinner invitation a few days afterwards was a total shock to her even though her seduction was not exactly planned.

Then there was the afternoon with Dan in his garage. Based on what she saw, Dan was the son of one of the partners at the law firm she worked for. Based on his admission, he was unwilling to follow in the family law business and instead chose to work on classic cars. Missy's encounter with him was to allow him to assert his own will on another, which explains his taking of her anal cherry during their time together. George had obviously wanted him to explore that side of him, and of her, but was he attempting to show Dan that it was the proper thing to do or was it to encourage him to further follow his own path?

'How did he guess or know I'd even accept Dan's doing that to me," she thought as she continued driving. 

'And what about Frank?' This thought came fast on the heels of her thought about the encounter with Dan. 

According to George, Frank had been used and abused by his previous spouses and Missy was George's way of helping Frank get over the nagging anxiety that had become the result. As she remembered the loving way Frank had grabbed the towel for her to clean off with, she saw it as a chivalrous move. 

Frank had treated her like a lady even though Missy had acted more the whore instead. Missy's mind spun as she pondered the links and all her mind could turn up was George. 

As Missy arrived home from her latest invitation, George was already waiting for her. As their lips met, George could smell the tell tale scent that Missy had had some fun with Frank while he was working. The lingering scent of Frank's essence around Missy's lips told him that she had taken his chocolate monster 'head on', just as he had figured she would. 

It was hard for George to deny the way Missy's new openness was a turn on for him. Even after her seduction of Dan at the garage and Roger in the back of his delivery truck, he was very excited about the prospects of what was to happen the Saturday following. Just the thought of his new girlfriend on his special table covered with the seed of five guys, including his own, made the whole thing worthwhile.

Missy slowly flipped off the black ball cap she wore and began to remove the AC/DC half shirt she had worn to allow herself the chance to relax. The time spent with Frank that night had been nice, but it was not the way she had wanted to end it. As she turned towards George, she could see the bulge appearing in his shorts already as she reached her hands up to conceal her nipples a bit just to tease him.

She started licking her lips, tasting a small remnant of George's kiss as she did so. George began to walk slowly towards her before she bent down to unzip his shorts. A few breaths later, she already had George's manhood in her mouth sucking him hard as her hands began to reach below to tickle the sensitive skin underneath. George was expecting her to be aggressive.

Missy always got a little aggressive after succeeding in one of her personal challenges and this time, this blowjob, was no different. As he felt his tool slide down her mouth and throat, he surmised that she had attempted to take as much of Frank in her mouth as she could. 

George had very little time to react as he felt his own essence signal its desire to rise as well. George quietly looked down and moaned softly as Missy pulled his waist towards her. The shot was quick and expected as she swallowed George's cum then looked up at him giving him her innocent puppy dog eye look. Now deflated from her assault on his member, his tool slipped out of her mouth as she began to stand up then headed to the bedroom where she went to lie down.

George took a moment to admire the view as he saw Missy laid there, spread eagle on the bed, her arms outstretched, breasts up and nipples erect, and a warming fuck me smile across her face. Her legs were folded on the bed and slightly opened revealing her naked pussy to his view. He wasted no time in kneeling down and slurping her love juice from that juicy peach. Missy's head thrashed from side to side as she placed her hands on her breasts to pinch her nipples as George continued his attention. 

The taste of her fuck from earlier that night caused him to begin to lick a little lower. He wanted to lick her sensitive rosebud and see what would happen. 

His attentions made Missy squeal a bit more while his middle finger played with her anus. He could tell that someone had already conquered her in that way recently. He figured it was probably Dan cause of his constant desire to be rough. His tongue found her clit yet again and stayed there until he felt her rise and fall from her own climax. Her pussy was a welcome way to finish off the busy day he had and he climbed up the bed to lie next to his beloved for the night.

The next morning, Missy awakened to the aromas of warm coffee and freshly toasted bread. She sat up and realized that she was still essentially naked except for her miniskirt. As she went over to her closet to find a suitable outfit, she could hear George singing something. She couldn't tell what because honestly George had the worst singing voice ever. But what he lacked in ability, he made up in volume.

As she quickly found a shirt and a pair of underwear; she was still trying to determine who the final participant from the party was. Missy realized she only had one more day to figure it out and invite the person before the party if she was to complete her task.  Missy made it out to the kitchen where George was wearing a red "Kiss the Cook" apron over his T-shirt and shorts. As she leaned over for an innocent peck on his lips, Missy looked at the easy breakfast George made. In her mind, she started to figure he was up to something. It wasn't long until she discovered he was. 

"So, Missy, Did you figure out who is our last invitation?" 

Missy looked at him as she grabbed a piece of toast that he slathered it with strawberry jelly. 

"Any hints this time?" Missy looked at him with her serious game face. 

"I thought I gave you enough hints." 

George was continuing to be playful although Missy was massively confused. It was then that George started talking more rationally. 

"You first met Roger, the Fed Ex driver. You found out on your own that he and his wife had been having a less than bountiful sexual relationship. You then met Dan, the son of one of your bosses who gave up the family business to pursue his passion of classic cars. 

"Then you met Frank, a nighttime DJ who had been damaged by other women who treated him as a paycheck instead of a human being. You can see why I picked those three to join in based on their histories."

"But why did they agree to it in the first place? How did you know I was going to be so compliant?"

"I didn't." Missy looked at him, wide eyed. 

"What do you mean by that?" 

She could feel a slight pressure rising as her wrath began to slide a bit. Was all the openness she felt just a phase, the energetic diversion in order for George to feel better about himself? 

"I meant that I wasn't expecting you to drink as much as you did and strip down the way you did. I wasn't planning on you doing anything but see the table. Honest."

"Uh huh," her wrath seemed abated for that moment as she continued to eat. She could see George a little relieved that this minor argument defused so quickly. In their past, Missy had always been a very persuasive and directed competitor, especially if she spied a weakness. 

"So what are you planning today besides driving me crazy?"

Even as she asked the question, Missy had a feeling that he wasn't going to spend his day with her, especially since she knew that he had to get everything for the next night. 

"I have to see a friend." This made Missy jump. 

Usually, George was very open about who he met, especially if it was a name he was dropping for networking purposes. The fact he referred to this person, as a friend, was already different not to mention out of the ordinary. The rest of breakfast passed with little conversation as Missy kept trying to figure out which person George was going to go see as well as who the last guest would be. Finally, George looked at her with a goofy grin on his face. 

"If you let me do something different to you, I'll reveal the last name." 

This offer was both inviting and scary considering what George could have her do. Still, Missy was compliant. He led her downstairs to where the table was and there she saw something she had never seen before. There on the table was a ten-inch jelly dildo among a few other things Missy only knew about from websites. She was unsure as to exactly what George was planning, but she was shocked to see such a thing down there.

"What's this, George?" she asked taking the length in her hands like it was flesh and blood. 

"This is for your training," he said simply. "Although judging by your rear's gap from last night, I guess you really don't need it."

"Oh, that. Dan was being a little rough. I liked it though."

"Good, that was part of the plan although Dan was supposed to get his shot tomorrow." The grin on George's face spoke volumes as Missy thought about the favor. 

"So what favor would you like me to perform?" 

Missy had always been direct, especially if something or someone was in the way of getting what she needed or wanted. George admired that about her, normally. 

"Patience, my pet." 

He was looking around the room as if searching for something. Finally, his eyes located a long piece of black fabric. Slowly, he placed it over her eyes as she sat there, curious as to what he was going to do. A moment later, she could feel her hands being slowly pulled behind her and tied with something that felt rigid, almost like those plastic strips the police officers use in place of hand cuffs. 

She could feel how snug it was against her. The confinement was both a scary thought and an opening thought as she felt George place her on the table, but not in the way as before. She realized that her rear barely touched the table before she felt her legs being pushed open. Although she felt herself comply, she still heard George quietly telling her to spread them. 

She did as she was told, allowing her usual dominant personality to stay subdued while she felt a breath along her legs. Her miniskirt was being pushed up while a tongue began to run up her legs and slowly along her clit. George seemed to be taking his time as his tongue continued doing nothing but running over the bare surfaces until she could feel herself moistening. 

As she continued to moisten, she could feel his tongue slowly inching towards her rosebud once again; and soon it was sliding slowly in. This sensation made Missy gasp, especially when she began to imagine that maybe it wasn't George, but Frank performing this tongue exploration on her. 

She then began to imagine Roger and Dan stroking their dicks above her face while this was going on. The thoughts of this quickly started bringing her to the edge until she could hear George telling her he was flipping her over. As her chest and stomach made contact with the table, she could feel the moisture of her private area, which was still exposed to the air, begin to chill slightly as George's hand slowly grazed her left buttock. 

There was a slight pause as Missy wondered what George was going to do until she began to feel the jelly dildo slowly attempt to gain entrance into her exposed rear. As a portion slowly slid past the ring, a finger slowly rubbed along Missy's pussy lips. This action alone seemed to relax Missy as she moaned contentedly before feeling more of the intruding silicon entered her. 

As fast as this all started, Missy could feel herself release again before the silicone was removed and replaced by something that felt more real. Missy surmised it was George taking advantage of the situation. Missy could feel his dick inside her pulsating as his hands roughly grabbed her hips. She started breathing heavy and moaning as her man took her, treating her like the slut she felt like. 

She started begging him to cum in her ass, talking like a true harlot. Before she had the chance to say more, she could feel him empty his load into her. He paused inside her for a few minutes before he slid out and slowly undid the strap around her wrists. It was then that Missy undid the blindfold and saw George with a huge smile on her face.

"Never knew you loved anal, love," he responded as he leaned in for a kiss. Missy turned away. George looked at her in alarm until she turned back and kissed him. 

"Clue please," she said quietly as George reached into his front pocket of his shorts and pulled out a business card. 

"Go here for lunch. When you see Jose, tell him I sent you." George smiled as he headed back up the steps.

"Will you be home by dinner?"

Missy paused for a second.

"Yes, are we going Italian again?" 

George laughed. "We'll see." 

Quickly, Missy ran upstairs and began to search for the proper outfit. Jose was going to get her best invite yet.



Sexual Roulette Ch. 07



(My thanks to the muses who helped me with getting this one done. Victoria for helping with the details, Slave for her encouragement, BD for her help as well. The reader may want to check the first six chapters to understand the concept of what is going on.) 

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As Missy looked through the closet to find the proper outfit for her lunch date, all she could think about was the next night. That night, she was going to be the center of attention of five different guys. The thought of that was driving her crazier by the moment. She took a moment to double check the outfit that George had left for her for the next night before deciding on a black one piece dress for lunch. As she began to look for the proper undergarments, she realized that she was just going to convince this Juan character to come to the party. This recollection convinced her to not wear any underwear or a bra. As she slipped her feet into her black high heels, she thought again about why George was in such a hurry to leave. Thinking nothing of it, she ran downstairs and went to grab her keys. 

Next to her keys was a note and what looked like a deposition. George wrote in his note that he had already set a lunch meeting with "Jose" and that the setup would be that she would have to deliver the deposition to him. It would figure that this "Jose" would have been law related in some way. In Missy's mind, she started to attempt to figure out the relationship between "Jose" and George. As she headed out to her car, she felt her curiosity get the best of her. She sat in her driver's seat for a few moments before she slowly undid the thread that held George's deposition. Slowly, she removed the papers from the envelope. She began to read the papers and discovered that George was involved in a lawsuit of some kind. It looked like a paternity suit, but it was written in some language that she couldn't read. She gave up for the moment and then rewrapped the deposition so that it didn't look as if it was messed with. With all the knowledge Missy had, she never had the opportunity to learn another language. She then deduced that "Jose" would help her cure her curiosity. 

She arrived at the La Bella restaurant a little before the appointed time. As she entered, she looked around and attempted to find "Jose", but was unsuccessful. She was taken to a private booth near the back of the restaurant and told to wait there by the host. She sat there clutching the envelope containing George's deposition. As she looked around at the décor of the restaurant, she noticed how homey and cozy it felt even though it was a fancy Italian restaurant. It was then a deep voice with an accent shook her a bit until she turned. An attractive tall Hispanic man stood next to her table. From his vantage point, Missy could tell he could notice her breasts and the way they hung without the bra to hold them in place. She attempted to rise, but he remarked how that it was ok and he slipped into the bench on the other side of the table. 

As he sat, Missy took a good look at him. Missy noticed the lack of any jewelry on his hands although he wore an expensive looking watch on his left wrist. His hair was shortly cropped and he wore a small goatee that barely showed more black hair. His skin tone was dark, but not dark enough to note an outdoor type of tan. The suit he wore was expensive looking, a black one with a light pink dress shirt and black tie underneath the jacket. This "Juan" character was definitely the Casanova type if Missy thought so herself. 

"So, Melissa is this George's deposition?" he asked. The use of her proper name shocked her. It was then she recognized who "Juan" really was. 

"Antonio, you sly dog. Why the pseudonym?" she asked playfully as she smiled. She knew Antonio from the law firm she worked at. He was a minority partner at the firm, specializing in international law. When it came to his specialty, he was the total package. He was talented in languages also, specializing in Spanish and French which was customary for one of his field. The fact that George set her up with yet another member of the firm both shocked and surprised her. 

"Well, would you have came to lunch and worn that outfit if you knew it was me?" Antonio had a point. Missy was all business at the firm and would never even think about trying anything forward with any members or workmates there. It was until recently something beyond reproach in her mind. Since the night of that first party, the only person remotely close to the firm was Dan and that was only because his dad worked there. Antonio saw her on a daily basis and even had her help in certain cases doing research. 

"Well, no but I feel extremely embarrassed." Missy began to blush before Antonio took her hand and held it, his dark brown eyes gazing at her. 

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Tell you what. I'll order lunch while you tell me about that deposition George sent you." Missy was shocked yet again, but not as much when she realized that Antonio knew her and her curiosity. As Antonio talked to the waiter in Spanish, Missy opened the envelope again and began to scan it before handing it to Antonio. Soon the lunch arrived. Antonio ordered them both Shrimp Scampi dressed in a light white sauce and two glasses of white wine was poured. As they ate, there was little conversation as Missy was enjoying the food immensely. Soon after the meal was over, Missy looked at Antonio's face as he squinted at the deposition.

"So why this deposition and what does it have to do with George?" Missy asked.

"Oh, I thought you read it already. I forgot you didn't know French. How much do you know about George?" Antonio asked. 

"Well, we've been friends for a few years. It was he who helped me get the job with the firm. We didn't start getting intimate till a few weeks ago. But you were there when that happened."The last statement was accentuated by a wink as Antonio smiled a bit, his dark cheeks turning slightly crimson as he started to picture the erotic scene of her blindfolded body on George's spinning table. 

"Well, don't tell George, but I haven't had many spare moments where I didn't envision your beautiful body on that table. I only wish we were able to do more things that night," Antonio said in a whisper. "But back to this deposition. Do you remember George saying anything about his daughter?" The mention of a kid shocked Missy. The mere mention of a kid just didn't register at all as George had always acted like a swinging bachelor as long as she had known him. 

"You can't be serious, Antonio," she said a little shaken before Antonio took her hand in his again. 

"Well, there is plenty about George you don't know. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this deposition involves a lawsuit, a personal lawsuit brought on by a Government official in the French Government. It's a civil suit seeking damages for one of George's past transgressions." The way Antonio placed that statement caused Missy's insides to cave in slightly before Antonio's touch comforted her again. 

"Please continue," Missy asked as she readied herself. 

"Back a few years ago, George was in France doing some contract work where he met a beautiful woman. George being George, he spent a few weeks with her. Kind of like a three week version of a one night stand. Well the contract was soon fulfilled and George came back to the States. A few weeks ago, he was sent a certified letter telling him that he indeed fathered a child with this woman and that this official was seeking damages. I was asked by George to help him with this soon after." Missy couldn't believe that George could do something like that, even if it was unintentional. In her mind, she already knew she was going to get her birth control options updated just in case. Antonio could read her face and he smiled at her. 

"George could never hurt you, Mon Cherie," he attempted to comfort her. "George cares about you very much and has talked about nothing else besides you since the party. Actually, he has had a thing for you for a long time and I would seriously doubt that he would keep this from you for too long." The sound of Antonio's voice combined with his touch was calming her down. It was then she remembered her real reason for being there. 

"Antonio, I came here not to deliver George's deposition, but to also ask you something a little personal." The last word she spoke a little quieter, almost seductively. "Do you remember how the last party turned out a little less than spectacular? My goal tomorrow night is to make it up to you and the other four. Would you like to come?" 

Antonio's mouth opened as he paused for a moment. As he sat there open mouthed, Missy looked around before allowing a strap of her dress to fall a bit to give him a better view of more of her creamy white breast . Antonio's eyes were open by then before Missy rose and took him by the hand. He rose and she met his lips with a deep kiss as her knee softly rubbed his leg. Antonio's tongue snaked out and intertwined with hers for a moment before he slowly withdrew. 

"In this restaurant, there is a storage room I use as my office. I believe it may be a better place to continue this conversation, no? "He said quietly. Missy pulled back and allowed her hand to remain in his as he headed towards the back. She spied a door with a private sticker and watched as Antonio fished out his keys to unlock it. As they both entered the room, Missy spied the food grade metal shelving behind where his chair was. Missy was going to ask when he put an office there, but her loins were too enflamed to think clearly. Antonio then almost instinctively walked over to his chair where he sat before Missy sat facing him on his lap. Missy began kissing his lips again, allowing her fingers to untie his tie as his hands felt her sides before lowering to raise her skirt. Missy could feel his hands spreading her rear apart slightly and one of his fingers sliding over her moist lips. 

"Antonio, could you let me have your hands?" She was as surprised by her words as he was. He complied, presenting his hands to her. Quickly, she tied his hands together and placed them above his head before lashing them to one of the open rungs of the shelving behind him. After doing so, she kept kissing him more. 

"I hope you don't mind, Antonio, but I have had fantasies about you since you were hired at the firm and before I let you have me tomorrow night," she emphasized with a gyration of her hips. "I want to have it now." With that, she kissed his lips again before moving her hands down. Before she reached his waist, she rose up and allowed herself to bask in the view. She then slowly undid his belt and unzipped his pants before fishing out his cock. She lowered herself onto her knees and slowly began to taunt him by licking his cock from base to head. She could feel him shiver as she slowly took him into her mouth. It was then Missy remembered the first cock that slid in her mouth at the party and how good it felt. The difference was she could see Antonio's reaction and it was slowly driving her crazy. However, he was getting close to climaxing too soon just from her mouth and she had plans for him. Slowly, she pulled her dress up so her clit was exposed to Antonio's sight. She then slowly straddled the chair so that only the head of his cock was close enough to her pussy. As she grasped his cock again in her hand, she let out a moan.

"Antonio, I want to wait for you to fuck me until tomorrow night," she teased. "But since you have such a beautiful cock, I am gonna use it to get me off before I allow you to cum." With that, she began to run the head of his cock over her pussy. She could feel how stiff he was and figured in her mind that it wouldn't take long. She looked at Antonio's face and saw the look of contentment as he instinctively attempted to thrust his hips to penetrate her. She responded by straddling him yet again and allowing the shaft of his cock to come in contact with her vaginal folds without the head penetrating. She started rubbing him like that, rocking her hips as she felt his shaft rubbing her. As they moved together, she slowly moved the straps down and pushed a breast onto his open mouth. His biting plus the rubbing was bringing her closer and she felt herself going over the edge. She stopped rocking as the wave took her. Her juices gushed over his shaft before she slowly rose and began to stroke him faster. 

His first shot landed on her thigh. She kept milking his cock until her thigh was painted with his seed. She then bent down and slowly sucked on his shaft tasting his seed and her essence combined. The sucking caused him to shoot one more time down her throat. She looked at her conquest with more of a sinister look as she rose and fixed her dress. There was a part of her that imagined leaving him in this state. His hands secured over his head and his limp dick exposed for the waiter or another staffer to see, but she slowly walked over and untied him before kissing his cheek. 

"See you tomorrow. Nine O'clock," she whispered as she sashayed out of the restaurant and towards her car. As she readied herself to belt in and drive off, she attempted to call George on her cell phone. By then it was mid afternoon and she was wondering where he was. But there was no answer and it went to voice mail. Missy then drove towards his house. It wasn't like George to not answer his phone. She decided to get back to his house and snoop around again in an effort to find out where that appointment of his was that afternoon.

(Chapter 8 to arrive soon. Please vote and let me know what you think.)



Sexual Roulette Ch. 08



(Dear Reader, I ask that you forgive me for taking so long on this one. If you lost track, please check out the submissions page under my name to catch up. Thanks to AS2U and Bd for their help and Victoria for her ideas.) 

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After her lunch date with Antonio, Missy began thinking about George. Everything Missy knew about her boyfriend quickly entered her mind as the thought of George having an illegitimate child in France still haunted her. She wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't imagine being in his life and sharing him with a child or just the fact that George would be so careless. As she edged closer to George's place, she saw no sign of life from the front of the house. George's car was nowhere to be found and the thought that he wasn't answering his cell was an even scarier thought. 

Missy entered George's house and saw that the light on his answering machine was on. Quickly, she hit the button only to hear her own voice. Missy thought about the fact that she did freak out and tried to call his house phone also. As Missy began to walk away, she heard a voice on the answering machine she didn't recognize. It started speaking in broken English, but with a French accent. Missy slowly turned and replayed it as she tried to notice when she was leaving the message. The time seemed to be while she was on her lunch date. Quickly, she dialed Antonio's number on her cell. 

"Antonio, it's me, Missy. Can you translate something for me?" she asked in her worried condition. Antonio listened to the recorded message as Missy held the phone to the machine. She then cradled it next to her ear. 

"Sounds like she was saying that she was at the airport waiting for him," Antonio said. "Melissa, who is Marie?" By the time he said the name, Missy's fears turned to anger. As Antonio attempted to talk her down from the rage she felt, Missy began to snoop everywhere for receipts, or any other item that could identify where she was and who that Marie character was. It wasn't until she found George's briefcase that she found some answers. As Antonio listened in, she read to him the various papers George left in his briefcase regarding Marie. There were even pictures of her in various outfits, some of which were a little too risqué to be of a professional nature. As Missy stared at the pictures, Antonio excused himself off the phone. 

Missy was heart broken. George was her world for the last few weeks and the idea of another woman seemed to turn her stomach. Slowly, she reached for a bottle of wine and began to drink. She didn't waste time getting a glass for the deep crimson fluid. She kept drinking until the bottle was empty. Then realizing how stupid she was to drink like that, she slowly stumbled to the couch and passed out. Her dreams were filled with visions of Marie, her perfectly formed breasts hovering under a really small shirt that barely concealed her nipples, her perfect hips that seemed the right size for a set of manly hands and that small, almost juvenile dove tattoo on the small of her back. As she kept thinking about her, she kept feeling the hatred burn inside her. She wanted to destroy her, to screw up that French trollop's perfect features. 

The sound of George moaning awakened her from her alcohol induced slumber. She could feel the headache pounding inside her as she tried to rise up from the couch. She saw a silhouette in the darkness, but could barely make out many details until she heard George moan again. It was then she became sure of what she was watching. Her eyes began to get used to the darkness and she barely made out the shape of George leaning against the wall with a feminine shape on her knees in front of him. Her face was within range of George's cock and it bobbed back and forth as if she was sucking him off right there in front of Missy's gaze. Missy kept quiet and pretended to still be passed out hoping they would move so she could get away. 

"Are you sure she is sleeping?" the female asked in broken English as she looked up at George. He answered her by placing his hand behind her head and pushing the full length of his cock back into her mouth as he began to fuck her mouth. His hips began thrusting as his moan grew louder, showing no sign that he even noticed Missy's stare as he began to climax. Missy could hear the female was gagging on his cock before it fell out and began to spray her face, neck and tits. Instead of recoiling, she began to rub the fluid into her skin like moisturizer. She then rose and followed as George began to climb up the stairs leaving his shorts on the ground where he stood. As the lights went on, Missy could spot a small tattoo of a dove on the small of the woman's back. The image reminded her of a picture she saw in George's briefcase. It was all the proof she needed to realize who she was. 

After ensuring they were out of her line of sight, Missy quietly picked up her purse and walked out the front door. She quickly punched the numbers on her cell phone until Frank was on the other end and Missy began to explain the situation. Frank listened quietly as Missy began to pour her heart out and then he told her he would be right there. Missy began to walk slowly down the block in front of George's home to distance herself from the sight she beheld. Frank slowly pulled up in his Corolla and beckoned for her to get in. She slowly got into his car and tried to hold back the tears before she started crying hysterically. Frank kept driving, attempting to comfort Missy with words before they reached his apartment on the other side of town. 

"You know you messed up a good poker game, don't you?" Frank said sarcastically to try to lift the mood. "I had Antonio almost owing me a hundred bucks before you called." 

As they reached the door, Antonio was waiting there silently. He held out his arms as Missy ran to them. Antonio's shoulder was solid as her tears began to saturate his dress shirt. After a few minutes of crying, she then turned to Frank to thank him. Frank's eyes were already filled with tears as he saw the hurt on Missy's face. Missy knew that her situation was familiar to him with all the past problems Frank had. Antonio was more comforting as his arms went around her waist and began to let her know that all was well. It wasn't long until Missy was calmed down between them and Frank grabbed her a glass of water. The glass of water went down a little fast as she started to cough and sputter a bit, some water landing on her breasts and the dress she was still wearing from her lunch date with Antonio. Again, Frank took the towel and handed it to her. The sight of Frank handing her a towel reminded Missy of the time in the radio station when she first met Frank face to face. The remembrance seemed to calm her down a bit. 

As she took the towel from his hands, Missy saw the concern in Frank's eyes. Without saying a word, she suddenly took her arms and encircled him to hold him close. Antonio could tell that Frank was being delicate with the situation. He could tell that Frank was conflicted because he didn't want to touch Missy in an inappropriate way. As Missy held Frank, she could feel Frank's member under his slacks harden a bit from her being so close to him. She looked at Antonio's face and could see that he noticed she still didn't change from their lunch date. Although there were parts of her saying that it was wrong, she felt herself loosen her grip from Frank before looking at both of her saviors. 

"Gentlemen, I want you both to know that what I am about to do is in gratitude for being there for me when that piece of shit pulled that stunt tonight. I am giving you both the option to opt out either out of loyalty for that snake..." she paused for effect. "Or....in case you feel bad about fucking a girl who just got her heart broken. Any objections?" She stood there almost defiantly. Even though she knew in her heart that anything that would happen was just to get George out of her mind, Missy knew that she needed something. She looked at both men almost daringly, her hands poised on her hips and her face in a taunting smile. 

Frank was silent. On the one hand, he wanted to just tear off that dress and shove his cock inside of her. However, he then remembered that she came to his apartment in a very hurt and vulnerable condition. Antonio was wrestling with the same feelings. He looked at Missy as a valued assistant when he needed it on a few cases and up till then an unattainable score. There she was offering herself as a thank you gift for being there for her. Missy was getting impatient waiting for the guys to get through their conscious thoughts. She quickly dropped her dress off of her body and was on her knees before both guys. She had her left hand cradling Antonio's dick through his slacks as her lips caressed Frank's. It was a totally erotic scene as both men took her by the arms and pulled her up before dropping her on Frank's bed. Both men began to drop trou as Missy began to slide two fingers between her wet pussy lips moaning at the same time. Antonio's dick reached her lips first as Frank bent down and slowly moved her fingers out of the way to lick her out. Missy was on sexual auto pilot as her mouth surrounded Antonio's cock head and started slurping. Frank's eyes saw Missy taking Antonio into her mouth and wondered to himself if it was appropriate for what he was thinking. Missy was so entranced by Antonio in her mouth that she didn't notice Frank leave her pussy to grab a condom. Missy's pussy was then stretched out by Frank's hands as he slowly slid the head of his cock between her folds. Missy moaned on Antonio's cock as she slowly took a few more inches down her throat. 

Antonio reached down and slid a hand on Missy's right breast and slowly pinched the nipple between his fingers. He could feel his resolve crumbling again as he started to feel his cock want to spurt. Missy took his cock out and began to stroke it at her mouth almost daring him to cum for her. Her wish was granted as the first spurt flew onto her face. She took the spurting tool and shoved it back into her mouth to swallow some of Antonio's seed as Frank slowly pulled out and ripped off the condom to climax on her stomach. 

After the quick session finished. Missy began to contemplate the party. There was no doubt that George would notice her missing from the couch when he finished with that French tart. Yet the immortal words of Freddie Mercury from Queen resonated through her head as she thought the show must go on. With that thought, she fell asleep between Frank and Antonio. 



Sexual Roulette Ch. 09



Missy awoke to the sound of her cell phone as she struggled to free herself from the press of the hulking Latino and chocolate gods surrounding her. As she freed herself and reached her purse, she saw the number on the display and debated for a moment whether she should answer it. After all, it was her personal policy to never talk to snakes due to what the one in the garden did to Eve. 

"Hello," she answered already regretful. 

"Missy, are you ok?" It was George all right. The same George she witnessed receiving the French blowjob from the night before was on the phone sounding concerned about her. That was proving to be interesting. 

"I'm ok. I'm over Frank's house. Seemed like I was an uninvited guest last night, so I left." The words left her mouth before she had the chance to stop them. She wasn't sure how bitter she still was over being betrayed. She was still angry over everything. From the way that mess started to the way he received his illegitimate kid's mother's blowjob the previous night all seemed to culminate into that one shot.

"I'm sorry, Melissa. I didn't mean to hurt you at all. I didn't mean to keep the secrets I kept. Can we talk about this at some neutral location like your apartment or something?" The mere mention of her apartment put everything in perspective for a moment. She thought for a moment before answering.

"How about you meet me at the park near the playground? Give me about an hour so I can change and shower. It better be good, George. I am extremely pissed at you right now and I am not in the mood for your smooth talking bull shit." She hit the button hard after she responded before looking at Frank and Antonio on the bed. She leaned over both of them and kissed them both on the cheek before she grabbed her purse and walked out of their apartment. 

When she arrived downstairs, she was surprised to see an antique car in front and Dan there to meet her with a big grin on his face. As she slowly entered into the relic, he started to turn down the Red Hot Chili Peppers so they could talk. As they drove to her apartment, Dan asked about what happened and what was up for later that night. Missy began to tell him a little before she told him there would still be a get together no matter what. She kissed him full on his lips and slowly rubbed his crotch a bit before she swiftly exited the car and headed to her apartment. 

Once there, she removed her dress and immediately went to the shower. The warm water felt good after all the escapades she went through the day before. As the cascading water ran down her breasts, she reached up and began to rub them softly, imagining the teeth of Roger on them like during their second experience. Slowly her hand reached down and began to rub her shaven area softly and felt how extra sensitive it was after Frank's fucking from the night before. In her mind, she could still imagine the fun the five of them would have that night as Roger, Frank, Dan and Antonio would be there to ravish her. Yet as her pussy clenched on her fingers as she slid them forcefully inside her, she could not see George in her vision. Then a nasty thought crossed her mind that changed everything. 

She grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans to slide into as she dressed. She simply took her blond hair and tied it into a ponytail as she grabbed a blue baseball cap. A pair of athletic socks and white tennis shoes completed her outfit as she ran out the door. She made it downstairs in time to see Dan still waiting for her. She looked at him unbelievably as she again slid into the car. 

"So you waited for me, huh?" she asked him as he smiled at her. 

"Well, yeah. George wanted to make sure you met him." She thought to herself that George was trying to be slick again. But it did beat trying to hail a cab as they reached the park. Again, she kissed Dan full on the lips and even slipped a little tongue. It was five minutes later when Missy finally exited the car and promised Dan she would catch him later. She then turned to ensure Dan drove away before heading to where George was. 

As agreed, George was near the playground. He wore a tank top and his signature pair of khaki shorts. When he saw Missy approach, he stayed put unsure of he reaction. She sat down quietly next to him and smelled his cologne. Although the normal scent was on him, she also smelled the fruity scent of French perfume as well. She deduced that either they were together that morning or that he never showered from the night before. Missy cleared her throat.

"So why did you call me? I figured after she blew you last night that she fucked you silly and you forgot all about me." She looked to see the shot took its mark. Part of her felt guilty for taking the shot, but Missy was never a quiet person to begin with. 

"You have every right to be angry," George started. "I never told you about Marie or the baby because I wasn't sure what you would do. Marie and I hooked up while I was on contract in France. Her dad sued me to stay away from her. He's a member of the French government although he is only an advisor to one of the leading officials there. An American screwing his daughter would have been a national disaster and we tried to keep it hidden. I moved Marie over here so I could prove I could be a good father to at least get partial custody. This was all in play before a few weeks ago...."

"When I got drunk and had four of your friends and you fuck me on that damn table," she finished. George bowed his head. "So where do we go from here, George? We have your four buddies coming by your place tonight to fuck me silly and your French pastry is gonna be there to I imagine. "

"You don't have to go tonight. I'll call the guys, let them know I fucked up and apologize for it. That way you never have to deal with me again." The idea sounded tempting to Missy. She could keep seeing Frank or Antonio as much as she wanted, but would not get to do anything with Dan or Roger. In her mind, the decision was already made. 

"Nope. The show must go on. So will she be there?" Missy asked. George looked at her.

"Well, she could but I don't want any shit between you two. She is innocent. I am the one who fucked up. You are not gonna scratch her eyes out, are you?"

Missy smiled. "No, I think she should join in sort of. But you will have to wait until tonight to see how. Agreed?"

George smiled and nodded his head. Missy then gave him a peck on the cheek and walked off, shaking her ass slightly to taunt him. As she headed to the edge of the park, she began to piece together a plan. She opened her cell phone and called Roger.

"Roger, are you busy?"

"No. I'm home by myself. The wife took a trip to her mother's this weekend. Why?"

"Meet me at the park near McDonald's. I need you." She closed her phone and waited. Ten minutes later, Roger appeared and picked her up. They drove to George's house where Missy went in and grabbed some of her stuff while Roger watched. Before they left, Missy pushed Roger onto the bed and undid his pants to expose his cock. 

"I want to get you a quick thank you gift before tonight," she purred before burying his cock deep down her throat. As she sucked as hard as she could, she began to stroke his dick with one of her hands while looking deep in his eyes. As is the usual case, Roger began to climax almost immediately. Missy swallowed as much down her throat as she could before rising up and zipping his pants back. Roger lay on the bed for a while before he rose up. 

"Oh, make sure that you do not jack off at all before tonight. I have a really special treat for you and the guys," she said as she winked at him and ran out the door. She had to get to the Adult novelty shop soon before the party starts.



Sexual Roulette Ch. 10



Missy was driving home from the adult novelty store when her cell phone rang. She hit the button on the hands free device and answered. 

"Missy, it's Frank. Are you all right? I was concerned when Antonio and I woke up and you weren't here," Frank said. Missy felt bad about not checking in with Antonio and him after the way they comforted her the previous night. The pit in her stomach grew a bit before she responded. 

"I talked to George this morning." The words felt raw in a way, almost jagged. Yet she continued. "I am going tonight as planned, but I will need your help." It was quiet on the other end of the line before he responded.

"Whatever you want, hun. Antonio is on your side as well. What about Dan and Roger?"

"Oh, they are on our side too. Let's just say it's going to be the wildest party George will ever have." As she hung the phone up, she smiled knowing the items in the black bag beside her would be the best weapons against George. She arrived back to her apartment a little while later and surprisingly ran up the stairs. She quickly ran into her bedroom and selected her favorite red slut dress. She stripped out of her hip hugging jeans and t shirt and simply slipped it on. The lower half barely covered her ass as she looked in the mirror and the plunging neckline showed more cleavage than she has shown before. Considering that everyone at the party except Marie had seen her tits, she wasn't concerned about hiding them. 

She then found a better looking attaché to place her special surprises in as a way to hide her intentions. She then had to leave in order to make it there prior to the boys. At the door of George's house stood George and Marie, his arm around her back. Missy held her tongue as she saw the creamy white colored dress Marie was wearing. In the daylight, she could see that Marie had raven colored hair and really red lips. She was about as tall as Missy and almost the same body type as well. Missy thought about what drew George to her and figured that George just loved those types of women. 

As George and Marie welcomed her back into George's house, George noticed the attaché. He was about to ask when Antonio and Frank arrived. Antonio was dressed in a blue polo shirt and slacks while Frank wore a black long sleeved shirt and khaki slacks. In Missy's eyes, her knights looked impeccable. They politely greeted Marie as George again spied out the attaché' case in Missy's hand. He started suspecting that she was up to something, but had no time to investigate as Dan and Roger arrived soon after. As they all adjourned to the kitchen to grab beers, Missy excused herself into the bedroom to ready herself.

Missy found a rope and stripped off her dress before slipping into one of her surprises. She then hid the other surprises in the pockets of the robe before walking out carefully and descending the stairs. As she neared the throng drinking the cold beer, she announced that it was time for all of them to adjourn to the basement. George began to speak, but was silenced by the other men in attendance. As the men descended the stairs, Missy held back for a moment and caught Marie.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" she quietly asked the French woman. Marie nodded her head as she stayed behind. 

"I'm sorry if I judged you. You didn't hurt me. How would you like to do something kinky with the guys also?" It seemed as if Missy hit a button on the visitor as she smiled.

"When he left me in France, I felt how do you say rejected?" Marie said. "I think the only reason I am here is because of zee lawsuit. I am yours to do whatever." Missy then took Marie's hand and slipped it under her robe to let her feel one of the surprises. Marie's eyes opened wide as she realized what Missy had in mind. 

"Is zis for George?" she asked with a giggle. 

"No, it is for you if you want it." 

"I'm in, but only if I can use it on you as well." The girls shared a quiet giggle as they headed down the stairs. The men were all assembled around the table as the girls reached the table. Instead of throwing off the robe, Missy began to take charge of the room.

"Gentlemen, and George," she yelled as the men laughed. "Before I reveal my naked body to you all for the party, a few announcements first. Marie has gracefully volunteered to be our table slut for the evening. You will all get a chance to cum in me and on me as well, but we have to make one adjustment first." She looked in the corner and found a chair with raised arms. 

"George, would you please sit in that chair for us?" Missy asked. George was unsure of what she was up to, so he followed her request with no question. "Marie, could you be a dear and sit on his lap?" Marie did as she was told as Missy followed her. As Marie sat straddling him, Missy reached behind George and cuffed his hands behind the chair. Marie then stood up and helped Missy secure his legs to the chair as well. For added torture, Missy unzipped George's fly and began to slowly lick up and down his shaft while Marie stripped in front him. George's dick was hard and already leaking precum when Missy stood and led Marie to the table. Marie lay on the table and was strapped in as Missy looked on. 

George began to yell, "This isn't fair. Let me loose!" Missy ignored him as she watched Dan shove his cock into Marie's mouth and Roger buried his face into Marie's pussy. Frank and Antonio walked towards Missy as she undid the robe and revealed the purple strap on she wore. Roger saw it too and moved from his spot to relinquish his spot so Missy could have fun. Missy began to thrust her hips into Marie as Antonio unsheathed his sword and plunged into Missy's pussy from behind. Frank then leaned down and took one of Marie's nipples into his mouth. George could hear both ladies moaning from the attention as Roger grabbed his video camera and began to record it for his pleasure later. 

George struggled against the chair, but was unable to free himself as he watched the knot untangle and Missy slipped out of the strap on. Marie leaned over and planted a long kiss on Missy's lips. Marie lay back on the table as Missy straddled the purple stiff one. Roger slid behind Missy and buried his schlong in her ass as both Frank and Antonio placed their dicks within reach of the girls' mouths. Both took their respective dicks into their mouths while Roger began to moan from being inside Missy's rear entrance. Dan was busy getting the good shots of both girls being pleasured before turning the camera onto the helpless George. 

The action continued deep into the night as each guy had the chance to fuck Marie and Missy. The girls even decided to put on a show and lick each other's pussies while the guys watched. As the girls kneeled before the guys as they circled them, George's eyes were heavy and tear laden. The guys performed their final tribute to the ladies by covering their faces with their seed. The girls then began to lick the fluids off each other's faces as the men found their clothing and walked upstairs to make their exits. Once their faces were clean, Missy found the keys to the cuffs and slowly allowed George to escape. Marie then looked down on him and slowly kissed him before walking upstairs completely naked. Missy stood there looking at what remained of George. In her job at the firm, she enjoyed crushing a man's ego, but this one was particularly fulfilling yet low. 

"I'm sorry, George. But I am not completely regretting what we did," Missy said.

"I know. I deserved it." He began crying again as his hands were there to cover his face. Missy was torn between hugging him and leaving him there to cry. She decided he needed some time alone, so she walked upstairs to see out the guests. The guys all gave Marie their numbers as well as kissed her and Missy before leaving. Marie then looked at Missy.

"I will be heading back to France in a few days. Can I stay with you before I leave?" Marie asked.

"Girl, you can stay at my place. Besides, I need to take you out on the town before you go home." Missy smiled as she thought about all the cool stuff her new friend would do the next few days.