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Casino Night

By: Barb36D



Glancing down to secure the clasp on my black garter belt, I shifted it around me to rest on my pale hips. Feeling the soft cushion of the satin bedspread smooth on my bare bottom, I pulled up first one sheer black thigh-high hose; then the other. Standing and bending down, I stretched the garter straps and slipped the hose top into each clasp. I pulled the tight black satin panties up over the straps and my mature hips. And, why would I wear my panties in such a fashion (outside my garter and hose)? Simple, its casino night and easy access means everything.

Tucking my oversized melons into a D-cupped, 36-inch matching strapless lace bra, I sighed in knowing acceptance. "If this keeps his mind more on me than that dam roulette table, then it's worth it," my reflection shrugged in the mirror. My little black spaghetti-strapped dress and 3-inch tall satin pumps slid on like old familiar friends. I took one final scan of the voluptuous mirrored image and grabbed my purse. At 50-something, I still cleaned up pretty darn good. My shoulder-length ash blonde hair slightly ratted up, painted lips, eye shadow and long silver earrings were all the accents needed to complete the sexy, perhaps slutty package that was me.

"You 'bout ready?" Shouted my antsy husband from the bottom of the stairs.

The tight dress shifted and clung to my every little bulge, as I descended the staircase like some dark harlot. Expecting a favorable response, I quietly smiled and brushed up against him, with no reaction. I had desensitized him.

"So, you look ready to me. Let's go," he pressed and whisked past me to the garage.

"What a dick! No doubt he's trying to piss me off so I'll stay home. Well, no such luck buddy," I thought, getting in the car.

Our monthly visits to the local casino proved that Donny wasn't so much a compulsive gambler, as he was a binge player. He knows his weakness for over riding streaks. He's also aware that I know all his secrets, which never seem to payoff in any long-term gain. I've always been up to the challenge of casino night. If I catch him in time and do the sexy blonde routine with the promise of hot sex; that's enough to divert his attention and get him out of there, before any major damage is done. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against gambling and have been known to get a bit carried away myself on a rare occasion. But, I don't ever get to the point of 'selling the farm' to ride a so-called hot streak.

The closer we got to the casino, the more Donny relaxed and took notice of me.

"You're looking sexy tonight, Barb. Got a hot date?" He joked.

"Just might; you never know..." I answered and purposely crossed my leg to reveal some thigh.

"Man you should bottle and sell that shit Baby," he said, staring at my exposed leg.

"Yeah right, at my age!"

"I'm serious Barb. You could make gobs of money!" He added.

"And you would like that?" I teased.

"I'm just saying, what you've got is what most men want," he observed.

"You're nuts," I concluded and watched the bright casino light up the night sky.

Donny was always stingy with compliments, so I inwardly smiled and took it as such.

"Guess I know where you'll be?" I asked, knowing he was headed directly to the roulette table.

He nodded and soon maneuvered through the crowded casino and out of sight. Realizing the routine, I traded $30 in for dollar tokens and picked out a friendly looking slot machine. I got the normal glances and stares from a few male patrons and quickly downed two rum and cokes. My one-armed bandit turned out to be less than friendly. Within an hour I'd switched from one machine, then another and was down to my last $10. As was my practice, I secretly watched Donny at the roulette table. Amazingly enough, he actually seemed to be winning.

I approached him and asked how he was doing. Laying down another bet, he proudly announced that he was up about three grand. The drinks flowed with regularity, as I watched him hit three more winning numbers. He was elated and I was happy for him. After bumming another $30 from him, I went off to try some other slots. I initially had better luck with the new ones, until after another hour Lady Luck ran out. Now down to $5, I returned to the roulette wheel.

The dwindling stack of chips in front of him, told me Donny was in make-up mode. He quickly informed me that he was only down $2,000 and was in the middle of a comeback. This was an all too familiar scene. I only hoped I wasn't too drunk to lure him away from the table. Something went wrong. My sexy advances and consolations had no effect on him. He was bound and determined more than ever to make the money back; ignoring my pleas to get out. Another half an hour later, I gave up trying.

"Well, I can't sit and watch you lose everything, I'm going to the car, with or without you Donny," I said in my bitchy, pissed off voice.

"Yeah, you go on ahead Baby. This shouldn't take too long," He lied and smiled, as I turned to leave.

The warm summer night air filled my dizzy head, as I weaved my way through the huge parking lot. Climbing into the warm car, I cracked all four windows just enough for ventilation and reclined my rider's side seat back to take a nap. I dozed off with visions of my husband losing all our vacation money, or worse, on that dam wheel. The liquor had its toll and soon I fell asleep.

I couldn't have been out more than twenty minutes, when I felt something light touch my cheek. I brushed it away and soon felt another. More awake, I took hold of the paper and opened my eyes. The parking lot lamps shining on me must be playing games with my eyes. The paper felt like money. Another bill glanced by my face, as I tried to catch it. Now I knew it was for real, as three more dollar bills floated down. I turned my attention to the source. Like a whacked out ATM machine, bills cascaded down from where I had cracked open the window.

My first thought was that Donny was playing games, until I saw the stranger's hand doing the deed. It was black. I immediately raised my seat up and reached over to start the ignition and raise the windows. In the process, I trapped one of the bills.

"God, how long has he been standing there watching me?" I wondered.

The tall black man on my side wouldn't lean down, but simply tapped his finger nail against the glass. Somehow he could see me and my expression, as I watched his finger point to the trapped bill. Seeing the bill was a five, I also clearly saw he had a large wad of bills rolled up in his other hand. His free hand turned to show his palm, like he was making me an offer. Then he made the sign for "OK" and presented his palm again.

I looked around the car-filled lot frantically for some sign of help; there was nobody. His hand kept making the same non-threatening gestures. My husband's earlier reference to my appearance flashed through my brain, "You should bottle and sell that shit."

"What do you want? I can't take your money!" I blurted out, loud enough to penetrate the window glass.

The dark stranger said nothing. Sticking the wad of bills in his pocket, he pressed his palms together, as if begging me to take the money.

"What do you WANT?" I repeated.

His fore finger pointed directly at my chest and slowly rotated. I shuddered.

"You're crazy - no way!" I insisted and nervously scanned the parking lot again.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, only to reemerge with the same large wad of bills. Peeling off another $5 bill, he pressed it against the window. Hearing or seeing no response from me, he counted off another few fives and pressed them against the window. The whole idea suddenly seemed so comical. Here was a black man propositioning a white woman my age through a closed window. It was so cheap, so naughty, so beneath me. However, as the $5 bills continued to multiply, I couldn't see any harm in cracking the window... for some air and maybe just a few bills. I lowered the window maybe a half-inch. His hand moved five or six bills up and through.

Wicked thoughts flashed through my foggy brain, as I watched thirty to forty dollars tumbling down at me. "What an easy way to make money! Maybe I could make enough to offset my husband's losses. But, what would this dark stranger expect from me? That was too scary to consider. Just take the money, you fool!" I rationalized. 

Grabbing up the fallen bills, I noticed his open palm again. "Uh oh, now he wants something," I muttered and caught a glimpse of his starring eyes in the side mirror. That's how he was seeing me - through the side mirror!

"OK Buddy, here you go," I said to myself. Straightening my back, I thrust my chest out and shook my boobs at the mirror. His hand quickly adjusted the mirror to see my chest; then up to my face and back down. I continued lightly shaking my jugs, to make sure he got a good long look. I watched his hands come together to give me a mock applause and laughed at myself for doing such a thing.

Any chance that my performance would end right there was quickly dispelled when his strong fingers peeled away two $10 bills and shoved them through the window crack. His hands nonchalantly adjusted a growing bulge in his dark trousers, as the tall black man stood in quiet anticipation. The part of me that froze in fear of what he expected next soon thawed, when he waved a $20 bill at me.

I knew full well where his eyes were focused, as I reached across my chest and lowered one of the spaghetti straps on my dress. The twenty tumbled down almost simultaneously as my strap. Crossing my other arm over the first one, I lowered the other strap and saw a second $20 bill fall. My eyes keenly watched for his next move. Holding the top of my dress tight to my chest, he slowly flipped through the wad of bills, until he stopped at the fifties.

I felt my pussy tingling, while our hands moved in unison. A fifty tumbled down, as I stretched my dress down over my bra covered tits. With my deep cleavage fully displayed, my chest swelled when he readjusted his sizeable package. Seeing how my overt actions excited him added a steamy intensity to the situation. Here I was showing myself to a total stranger; a black man whose face was hidden from me, and I was enjoying it. Oh sure, he was paying for my little exhibition, but that fact seemed secondary now. 

The thrill of danger and naughtiness helped to give me a new found sense of control. I decided to play with him a little. Gathering up several fallen bills, I formed them into a tight roll and slowly tucked them in my cleavage. Next, I cupped both jugs and squeezed them together; raising them enough for my friendly voyeur to get the full impact. 

His black hand and fingers locked around the base of his covered erection, as he began stroking it. Watching the luscious length of his cock take shape right outside my window, my legs parted and secretly I let my hand wander under my dress and up my thigh. Pressing my hand against a small wet spot on my panties, I massaged my slit. The spot immediately spread to cover my whole crotch, as I relished the sight of his expanding tool. I caught myself letting out an involuntary moan when my fingers pulled my panties aside. 

Our mutual masturbation might have continued unabated, if we hadn't been suddenly interrupted by the presence of another intruder. Our silent interlude was broken with the sound of voices outside the car. The older voice (coming from my tall friend) had the tone of discovery, as he issued words of warning to the younger man.

"Listen Robert, don't get any wild ideas. This is MY deal!" He stated.

"OK big brother, but I can at least have a look at her, can't I?" Asked the young black boy, as he leaned down to check me out.

I quickly pulled my dress up, when his face in the window startled me. With my dress in hand, my eyes froze on his. After giving my body a long once-over, he returned his eyes to mine again and smiled. I returned his smile with a nervous one of my own. He was rather cute.

"Man, she's a fox; great set of tits!" He said, letting his eyes stray to my bosom.

"Hey, you watch your mouth boy!" The man reprimanded.

"What did I say? She's a hottie for sure, just like he said," continued the boy, edging around the perimeter of the car.

"Just like who said?" I wondered, and then broke my silence. "Just like WHO said?" I yelled.

The sustained silence that followed told me I had caught them in some sort of scheme. They ignored my question. The boy (Robert), now on the driver's side, whispered something to his brother. Inside, I was getting more pissed off by the second, but decided I might get more details with sugar than salt.

"Oh Robert, can I call you Bobby? What's your brother's name Sweetheart?" I asked with plenty of extra syrup in my voice.

"His name is Alb-..." Robert started, when his older brother interrupted with a throat clearing.

"Alb? Is that a name?" I asked, straining to peer up at the tall older man.

"Ah, it's Albert, Ma'am." The tall stranger admitted, and leaned forward enough for me to see his face through the windshield.

"Albert Richardson! Why, I know YOU! You work with Donny don't you?" I asked, recognizing his face.

"Yes Ma'am, it's me and this is my stupid brother, Robert," said the tall handsome man in a disgusted voice.

"You needn't call me ma'am Albert. You do know my name don't you?" I asked, feeling safe enough to roll down the windows.

"Yes Ma'am; er, I mean Barb," he answered shyly.

Fixing the straps on my dress, I propped my head out the open window and gazed up at him. Bobby was content to lean in the driver's side window and stare at me, while I questioned his brother. He was so dam cute.

"So Albert, what's the story, hmm?" I asked, tossing a sly wink at Bobby.

"Ah well... gosh it's kinda embarrassing," he stammered.

"You just take your time and tell me everything. Did Donny put you up to this?" I asked, smiled at Bobby and let one of my straps fall off my shoulder.

"I guess so," said Albert, while Bobby licked his lips.

"You guess so? I'm afraid you'll need to more specific than that," I said and hiked the hem of my dress up a few inches to show Bobby more of my legs.

Guilty Albert was too ashamed to face me, while his cute little brother was more than happy to have me give him a little show. I was definitely getting a kick out of teasing both of them, as Albert struggled to explain my husband's devilish scheme.

"Donny thought that you thought he was losing at roulette, but he wasn't really. Actually, he won a bunch of money and decided to play a trick on you," Albert explained, while I let my other strap fall for Bobby's entertainment.

"He thought it might be fun for me to come over to your car and see if you... if you might give a stranger a show or something, if you were paid for it." Albert admitted.

"And, did you know anything about this despicable proposition Bobby?" I asked, and lowered the top of my dress again over my boobs.

"No way! I mean I could tell Albert and your husband were up to something, but they didn't give me a clue to what it was," said Bobby leering at my exposed cleavage.

"What a simply terrible thing to do to an unsuspecting woman, don't you think? You would never do something that evil, would you Bobby?" I asked softly, letting my hands cup my jugs for him.

"Ah, ah no. I guess not," he said gazing at what had to be his first up close look at a white woman's boobs.

"Not unless you had the money, right? Here Bobby, how much is it worth to see my big tits?" I asked, handing him the roll of bills from between my cleavage.

He stretched his upper body further into the window to reach for the wad of money. I pulled it away from him at the last moment and he tumbled face-first into my chest. I laughed liked crazy at how funny he looked trying to retreat. Reaching up to find something to steady himself, he inadvertently grabbed my strapless bra and ripped it down. Out tumbled my D-size melons on either side of his head.

"My goodness Albert, your horny little brother is rather aggressive!" I laughed and massaged my tits against the black boy's head.

"Robert! What the fuck are you doing, Man?" Albert yelled.

"Hey, better watch that language Albert," I scolded, as Bobby frantically tried to edge back out the window.

"So Albert, is this what you expected?" I asked, turned myself toward him and held up my naked boobs for his inspection.

"Quite a bit m-more than I imagined actually," smiled Albert, staring at my ample chest.

"More than a mouthful though, I'm afraid," I pouted.

"My God, your tits are beautiful!" A breathless Bobby chimed in.

"You're such a sweet boy, Bobby! I could just eat you up," I smiled and shook my hooters at him. "Maybe we should have a party, hmm? What do say guys?" I asked rhetorically and opened the car door.

I got out and stood bare-chested next to tall Albert. I pushed my dress down over my hips and let it fall to the pavement. Spotting a distant vehicle moving on the other side of the huge lot, I quickly let myself in the backseat. Sitting braless in my black panties, hose, garters and pumps, I urged the two guys to grab my discarded dress and join me. Bobby eagerly jumped in on one side of me, while Albert handed me my dress and crammed his long legs in the backseat to join me on the other side. Sitting quietly between the two black men, I suddenly felt less empowered - even a little worried. Holding my dress close to cover my chest, I wondered if either of them had been in backseat with a mature half-naked white woman before.

"You know what makes me mad, you guys?" I spoke, more or less to cut the silent tension.

"No, what makes you mad?" Bobby was quick to bite.

"I don't know why Donny had to resort to such a devious trick," I suggested.

"I guess it does seem rather extreme, but it worked," said Albert lightly touching my shoulder.

His touch was more like that of a friend, not a seducer. "I guess I'll always wonder just how far this would have gone, you know? If Bobby here hadn't showed up, how much more would you have spent? And, just how much more would I have done for the money? Scary to think about!" I shuddered and laughed.

"Oh, that reminds me..." started Albert, digging into his pants pocket.

"Here, this is your hubby's winnings. You might as well take it," he said offering me the thick wad of money.

"Gosh, now how could I ever take that - I didn't earn it?" I laughed and reached out for it.

"That's right Bro, she hasn't earned it yet," snickered Bobby, grabbing the money from Albert's hand.

"Robert, don't be an asshole; give it to her!" Albert commanded in a deep serious voice.

I couldn't tell for sure whether Bobby was serious or just kidding. Trying to keep things in a light mood, I opted to play with him some more. I turned and faced the handsome youngster. Giving him my most alluring stare, I ran my free hand up this thigh.

"Now, what could I do to earn some of that?" I asked and squeezed his leg.

Albert tried in vain to reason with him. The young black stud was intent on playing a little game with me.

"Here, what'll you do for that?" He asked, peeling a $20 bill from the roll and tempting me with it.

"How about this," I replied, lowered my dress to expose my big tits again and snatched the bill.

"Wow lady, those are sweet," said Bobby pulling out and waving another twenty at me.

I gave them each a wide smile, shook my melons at them and snapped up the second twenty.

"Hey lady, what's the deal?" Bobby asked, upset by such a modest compensation.

"I don't think your little brother understands the routine, does he? And, my name isn't 'Lady'," I corrected him and nodded at Albert.

"Her name is Barb and if you expect more, I believe you'll need to up the offer," Albert said and returned a confident smile.


Casino Night



This is a very true story.

Lori and I had played around a bit, mostly pillow talk. Its not like we didn't want to, its just we were not sure how. Real opportunities just never seemed to happen. She loved to flirt and had captured many admirers but nothing ever became of them, other then she would become very horny and we would screw like crazy while talking about it.

Lori had flirted with mark on a couple of occasions, he always responded well to her flirting but nothing, like this night. The company that Mark and I worked for had successfully achieved ISO 2000 certification and they wanted to reward the employees for all their hard work. A hall was rented at a well-known hotel, a meal, casino chips and an open bar. And we took full advantage of the open bar. I am not much of a drinker and neither was Cindy, marks wife. So each trip to the bar was two drinks each for Lori and Mark.

Lori looked incredible, the three children she had blessed me with showed very little on her, she is 5'-7" and a healthy 145-150 pounds. Lori's best trait aside from her seductive bedroom eyes and long auburn hair, is her legs, she easily could have been a leg model, long shapely 36-inch legs. On this night Lori wore a one-piece black dress that came to a couple of inches above her knees and accentuated her 36c breasts. With her hair and makeup done she was a knockout. We partied until close but not wanting to call it a night decided on a local bustling club. We spend an hour or so, drinking and partying. Lori and Mark were deep into conversation and with the loud music were leaning in close

I am not sure Lori was aware but Mark was totally checking her out and to be honest, it was making me hot! After about 2 hours and last call we headed to mark and Cindy's van to make our way home. On top of working with mark and being friends, we lived about four houses away from each other. As we neared the van I made a dash-claiming shotgun. I was not really thinking anything would happened especially with Cindy in the van driving, but thought what the hell. With the radio playing tunes and Cindy and I talking we started our 25-30 minute drive home. After about 5 minutes I heard a very distinctive moan from the back seat turning in my seat I saw marks hand up Lori's dress, her head was back although she was looking at me with those passionate bedroom eyes. The rest of the way home the moaning continued until we pulled into our driveway. I did not want this to end, so ask if Mark and Cindy would like to come in for a drink. Before Cindy could say anything Mark said SURE! To my surprise Cindy said she really needed to get home, as the girls were alone. Mark came in with Lori and I, I mixed drinks and excused myself. I went out the basement door around the back of the house onto the stairs just in time to see Lori lower herself to her knees and take Marks exposed cock into her mouth

Mark holding on counter threw his back and enjoyed, after about 10 minutes of Lori's cock sucking mark gently raised her up kissing her. They spoke but I couldn't hear them, then they moved off to the basement family room, I raced around the front to see them both stripping, well Lori left her dress on but removed her bra and pantyhose. She laid herself on the couch and mark proceeded to lick and eat her pussy. He alternated between her pussy her nipples, which he seemed to love and her lips. After what seemed like an hour he sled his body up hers and entered her. Mark had a very unique way about sex, he would fuck her for 5-10 minutes then slide down and lick her pussy some more, and over and over he did this. Although I could not hear them, it was easy to see that Lori had cum several times. I had never been so turned on, my own personal porno staring my sexy beautiful wife. Mark stood up and removed the condom he had been wearing, his still hard cock smothered and dripping his cum, Lori took it into her mouth with a hunger I had never seen, pumping it into her mouth with her hand, mark's head goes back and he shoots another load deep into her mouth...................Where he got the stamina I have no idea, but he was back at her in no time licking her pussy and fucking her again, I am not sure if her pussy was sore, as they had been fucking for a couple hours, but next thing I know , Lori is on the floor and Mark was entering her ass , he bucked for about 10 minutes until exhausted he shoot his last load deep in her ass...........................



Casino Night



My wife had a friend that was going to be visiting from out of town. She was her best friend and we had not seen her in a while. My wife suggested that we should go to the casino as it was close and we enjoy going to the casino. Lana, her friend was not really a gambler but she wanted to go so she could drink. 

Lana is a very beautiful woman and I have always found her to be very attractive. I had wanted to do things with her for quite a while.

Since I was the sober driver for the night we took Lana's car because she really wanted to take her car. 

We went to the casino and my wife and I were gambling, although I was doing more gambling than my wife because she was drinking with Lana. We got ready to head home and my wife was very drunk and telling me all the things that she wanted to do to me even though Lana was right there. She asked Lana if it was ok for her to suck my dick while we were driving and Lana said, "No, not in my car while we are driving."

When we got home we were just hanging out and Lana needed to go out and have a cigarette and my wife decided that she had to have me right there when I went to get something from the kitchen.

She pulled my pants down and pulled my dick out and started to suck my dick like she had never done before. I could look out the window and see Lana out there smoking. She came in the house and said, "What the hell?"

My wife said, "I could not wait I had to have him right now and you wouldn't let me in your car."

I stood my wife up and turned her around and she quickly dropped her pants and and told me to fuck her hard. 

Who was I to argue with that? So, while Lana was right there watching I shoved my hard cock into my wife's wet pussy. She moaned., "Oh God" as I shoved all the way in.

I started to really give it to her and she was moaning loudly. Lana said, "Oh my God Jen you look so good fucking him. I can't believe I am watching you right now." as she reached out and started playing with my wife's tits. 

She moaned, "OH MY GOD, I AM GOING TO CUM!!" I told her that I was going to as well.

About that time I she shouted, "I'M CUMMING, FUCK ME HARD!!!"

I continued to fuck her until she was done and settled down. I said, "Oh shit! I am going to cum!" 

Lana pulled her shirt up and her bra down showing me her wonderful and large tits and she said, Cum on my tits!!" Just then I pull my cock out and shoot my load of hot cum all over her tits. 

She licked my cum from her tits and said, "Wow! That was amazing! Your cum tastes so good!"

My wife and Lana decided they wanted to go back to the bar and continue to drink. I was tired and I layed down on the couch and I passed out before they came home. 

I woke up to my dick being sucked. It felt amazing. I look up and Lana was the one sucking my dick. I was really surprised to see her sucking my dick. She stood up, hiked her skirt up and straddled my hard cock. 

She slowly put my cock into her wet pussy and sank all the way down until I was deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned and said, "I have wanted to fuck you for so long."

I said, "I have wanted to fuck you since I met you too!"

She started to ride me like there was no tomorrow. She was really getting after it and she said, "I am going to cum all over your hard cock!" 

I said, "Oh Ya? Do it! Cum on my hard cock and I am going to keep fucking you good and hard."

She said, "OH GOD! I am Cumming all over your hard cock!! Keep fucking me it feels so good!" 

Once her body stopped shaking she continued to ride me. I told her that I was about to cum.

She said, "OH YA! Cum deep inside my wet pussy!"

I said, "Here it comes! I AM CUMMING!!"

My body jerked and I shot load after load deep into her wet pussy and all I could do was to just lay there in the afterglow. She leaned down and whispered "Thank you, that was amazing and I have wanted to do that for so long. I hope that we can do that again real soon."

I said, "Ya, I hope we can too."

I went to bed at that point and cuddled up with the unsuspecting wife. She was passed out so she had no idea what happened. I guess that's a a story for another day.



Casino Night at Alpha Zi Delta



Chapter 1

It was, without a doubt, the most successful fund raiser any pledge class had ever put on. And, lucky for me, it was my idea. 

It began late in the fall semester of 1992. I was a Junior at the University of New Hampshire, and I was sitting in the dining room of the Alpha Xi Delta sorority (the Xi is pronounced "zee"), eating spaghetti. This was the kind of lame fundraiser the sororities usually went for. They'd invite a bunch of frat guys over and they'd cook us dinner. And it was terrible, but I usually went anyway, just to talk to some of my friends who were sisters at AZD. On this night, the spaghetti was particularly bad, and I was talking to one of the pledges. Her name was Joan, a blonde sophomore from Massachusetts, 5'7", long wavy hair past her shoulder, and incredibly distracting boobs. 

"I don't think I want to do another one of these stupid spaghetti diners," she confided to me. 

"Well, I don't think you are going to have to, once word of this one gets out," I replied, with a disgusted look on my face. 

"Shut up! It's not that bad, is it?" 

"I'll survive, but maybe your pledge class doesn't specialize in cooking." 

"I know, but I don't think we specialize in anything really." 

I managed to keep my mouth shut, but I was thinking that they specialized in tits. I had met most of the pledges, and the one constant was that they all had great tits. Ok, not all, there was one really chubby girl, and two or three really thin girls with nothing up top, but the rest of them were ridiculous. And it was a big pledge class, 18 young women in all. 

"We really need money for the spring formal," Joan continued. "We want to have it up at Mt. Snow, but no one wants to pay for it." 

"Sounds expensive." 

"You have no idea. But we're not going to get there serving raw spaghetti with ketchup." 

I laughed. "Probably not" 

"So what do you suggest? I mean, what would guys pay for?" 

"I actually do have an idea, but you'd never go for it, any you'd think I was a pig if I told you, so forget it." 

"No, tell me, if it's disgusting I'll just slap you," she said smiling. 

"Alright," I began, "I actually heard this from a friend of a friend that it happened down in Florida." That was a lie, designed to make me seem like less of a pervert and to give my idea some credibility. "Anyway, I guess some sorority pledge class held a raffle. The offered the tickets to frat guys and the all-male dorms for five bucks a pop." 

"Oh, right, and the winner gets to sleep with one of the pledges, I don't think so" 

"No, no, nothing like that," I assured her. "No the winners, and there were like 6 of them or something, the winners got to play strip poker with the pledges." 

She didn't slap me. 

"Come on" she said with disbelief. 

"That's what I heard. Each winning guy got to play a game with four of the pledges, chosen at random. The games went on in different rooms, and the sisters monitored the games to make sure the pledges didn't wimp out. They played until only one person was left with any clothes." 

She still didn't slap me. "I don't think anyone would really do that." 

"No, me neither, but I heard they made like five thousand dollars." 

"No way!" 

"Yeah! I mean you have to think that the guys who bought tickets bought more than one. I bet I'd drop $50 bucks for the chance." 

"Really?" 

"Absolutely." 

To my absolute shock, Joan seemed more intrigued than anything. She said that she'd have to tell some other pledges my idea. 

"Would you do it?" I asked, my heart in my throat. 

"I don't know, maybe. God knows I've done more embarrassing stuff than that with pledging already!" 

I tried to press her to find out what that could have meant, but she wasn't saying. Anyhow, dinner was over and I got up to go. On the way out, I stopped Joan and made her make me a promise. 

"What promise?" she asked. 

"Since the I gave you that fundraiser idea, if you decide to do it you have to guarantee that I win the raffle." 

"Ok, yeah. If we do it and if we make enough to cover Mt. Snow, I'll make sure you're one of the lucky ones." She made this promise knowing that they would of course, never go through with it.

Chapter 2

It was early February before I heard anything about my idea again. I told some of my Frat brothers about the conversation, and everyone agreed that this would never happen. Then I got a call from Jody, another of the pledges at AZD. I knew Jody fairly well, since she had dated my roommate last year. I will never remember the time I saw her climbing out of his loft-bed, wearing nothing but one of his shirts that didn't quite cover her thong. This girl had one of the all time perfectly proportioned bodies, and she was super-cute and really sweet. I had quite a crush on Jody. 

I got to her room and I was greeted at the door with an enthusiastic "Hi" by Joan. Jody was there too, siting on her bed. We shot the shit for a while, until eventually Joan said, "You know we asked you here for a reason." 

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah," said Jody. "We wanted to give you the first opportunity to buy tickets to the first-ever AZD pledge class raffle." 

Believe it or not, it actually took me a second to realize what she was talking about. Then it hit me. "You're kidding." 

"Nope. It's been in the works for a couple of months. We voted on it in January and it was unanimous! I couldn't believe it," Joan explained. "We've been working out the details ever since. Tickets go on sale tomorrow." 

I looked at them, shocked. "So when is this going to happen? How's it going to work?" Jody took a deep breath, "Well, tickets are going to be $10.00. We figure we're worth at least twice as much as the Florida girls. There are 18 of us in our pledge class, so there are going to be five winners. Each winners gets to play with 4 pledges, except for one, who gets to play with two pledges and two randomly selected sisters. The pledges will be randomly selected too. We're going to do it at our house, with a different game going on in different rooms. Oh, and before the games start the winners get diner and drinks." 

"Tell him the other thing," said Joan. 

"Oh yeah. The sisters loved the idea, and they came up with another rule. The losers of each game have to gather in the dining room, and the winners get to see all the losers from the other games." 

Joan added, "Yeah, we're thinking of having the winners then play again in front of all the losers, but we'll see about that. So what do you think?" 

I sat there in deeply stunned silence for a moment or two. Then I said, "I think you guys are going to be rich." 

Jody smiled, "Yeah we are, aren't we? So, you gonna buy a ticket or what?" 

"Sure! I'll take one." 

Joan chimed in, "One? When we talked about this you said you'd pay fifty bucks just for a chance!" 

"Yeah but I only need one ticket right?" I responded, reminding Joan of her promise. 

"That's only if we make $5,000. We have to sell a thousand tickets before you get your freebie, so you better buy more than one!" 

She was right. Oh, well, I was certain that they'd sell the thousand tickets, so what the heck. I had $45 on me, and Joan said I could owe her the other five. Jody began to fill the tickets out and I couldn't help but ask Joan how this idea ever passed through her pledge class. Joan explained, "Well, I mentioned it to a bunch of the pledges before we ever brought it up formally. A lot of the girls were shy about it at first, but I explained it like this: we've all seen each other naked already, and even if we lose, then it's only one guy who gets to see. It's not like we're doing this in the field house. Most of the pledges were okay with it when I put it like that, and the rest just liked the idea of seeing some random guy's dick!" Jody laughed at the last remark. "Yeah," she said, "Are you ready to let a bunch of girls see your package?" 

"I just hope you're both in my group," I replied. "I can't wait to see the look on your faces when you have to take off your underwear." 

They both laughed. "Yeah, that'll be the day!" "You wish!" 

With that, they said that they had to go sell some tickets, so I took my leave. I asked Joan to call me and let me know how ticket sales were going. As I walked back to the house I gazed at my tickets. "AZD Casino Night Raffle - $10.00 - Friday, March 11." Less than one month away. 

Chapter 3

Of course I had to tell some buddies of mine, and they pretty much all immediately got on the phone to the AZD sisters they knew to find out if I was full of shit. When the word came back that I was not, and that this thing was going to happen, I made sure to tell as many of my brothers as I could that I bought 5 tickets. On hearing that, almost every brother said that they were going to buy five too, and many of them said they would buy ten. A quick estimation revealed that our house alone would buy around 350 tickets. And there were 13 other frats on campus, plus the men's sports teams, plus the dorms, plus the apartments. They really were going to be rich. They could easily sell 5,000 tickets to this thing. 

But would Joan uphold her part of the bargain. I hadn't told any of my brothers about our little deal, because I didn't want anyone else to know about it. I wondered how Joan would pull it off. If they really sold 5,000 tickets, it might be too big, with too much at stake to risk sneaking me in. Then again, I knew Joan pretty well, and I trusted her. I was sure she'd think of something. 

On Monday, March 7, the pledges of AZD held their raffle. I got a call from Shawn, the pledge class president at 7:00. "Hi is this Brendan?" 

"It is." 

"Hi, Brendan, this is Shawn from AZD. I just wanted to call and congratulate you, you won the Casino Night raffle!" 

I tried to stay cool. "Really?" 

"Really! I just need to tell you some of the rules, okay?" 

Still cool. "Sure!" 

"Okay," she began, "The whole thing starts at 7:00. You should be on time. Dinner will be served at 7:30, and it'll be good this time, we're hiring a caterer. There will be an open bar for the whole night, and the pledges will get you whatever you want to drink. At 8:30, we'll be holding another raffle, this time to find out who your opponents will be. Once that is decided, you will go to the game rooms with your group and a dealer, whose job it is to make sure none of the pledges chicken out. You're allowed to chicken out if you want, but the game stops then. If you lose and there are still pledges playing, you get to stay and watch them finish the game. Once a winner is determined, the whole group has to come back down to the dining room. The winner gets to put all of his/her clothes back on first, but the losers have to stay naked. Once all the groups have made it down to the dining room, the winners from all five games will have the option of playing again, this time in front of all the sisters and pledges. The winner of each game will also get a $100 prize for playing in the final game, and the winner of the final game will get an additional $500. Did you get everything?" 

Trying to stay cool, but beginning to fail, "Um, I think so." 

"Oh yeah, you have to wear exactly seven items of clothing. Shoes and socks count as one each. We're recommending you get dressed up. Go with shoes, socks, a belt, a tie, a shirt, pants, and underwear. The pledges will be dressed up too." Something about the way she said that about the pledges made me smile. 

"Okay. I think I've got everything. Hey, which sisters got roped into playing?" 

"We don't know yet, that's the other raffle that everyone is dreading." 

"I see. All right, I'll see you at 7:00 on Friday." 

"Great. Congratulations!" 

"Thanks." 

As soon as I got off the phone I bellowed and danced around the house for about 20 minutes. I told everyone I could that I won and I was hailed as a hero. I just couldn't wait until Friday. Whoo-hoo! 

Chapter 4

I didn't hear from Joan, Jody, or any other AZD for the rest of the week. It was like they were in hiding. I did notice that they were modifying their house for the event, putting up navy blue sheets in all the windows to prevent the local voyeurs from cashing in. I decided what I was going to wear. I went with brown shoes, brown socks, my brown suit and a blue shirt with a great tie. I didn't go with a belt. Before I left to head over to the AZD house, A couple of buddies of mine toasted me and we all did a couple of Kamikaze shots. I left at 6:50, ready for a fantastic night. 

When I got to the house, I was treated like the guest of honor. One of the pledges, Danielle, met me at the door and said that she'd be happy to introduce me around. Let me tell you, walking into a sorority house filled with 70-80 sisters and pledges is fun in any situation, but when you realize that you're going to get to see most of the pledges naked by the end of the night, well, let's just say you feel giddy right away. 

I met the other guys who won, and they were all at least as excited as I was. There was a Senior from Sigma Beta named Brad, who I'd met the year before. He was a big musclehead, and I didn't like him very much. There was also a guy named Smitty from the Lacrosse team, who was very popular with the girls, but a little too obnoxious for me. There was a guy from Pi Kappa Alpha, Dan, who was actually a sophomore pledge. And finally, there was a freshmen forestry major named Cliff who only bought one ticket. He looked completely shellshocked. 

I won't bore you with the details of the pre-party. They had it catered, and the food was fantastic. I gorged myself on shrimp cocktail and goose liver pate. They must have made a fortune. They had bartenders, and all the drinks were free. I wanted to keep my wits about me, so I just had a couple of Bass Ales. At 8:00, just as dinner was being cleared, the president of the sorority, Shawn, announced that they were going to hold the first raffle. This was to determine which two "lucky" sisters would be involved in the games. They had all the sister's names in a big top hat. Joan was allowed to pick the names, and she looked like she was really relishing the idea of getting her future sisters in trouble. As for the sisters, some looked nonchalant about the whole thing, while others looked really nervous as they obviously did not want to be naked in front of all these people. Joan had a devious smile as she reached into the hat. She mixed the names up with her hand for a really long time, until she pulled out a name: 

"And the winner isMary Bramley!" 

There were shrieks and laughter from the crowd, and I was in a state of shock. Mary was one of my best friend's girlfriend! She was really shy, and even though my buddy had been dating her for 2 months, I don't think he had seen her naked yet! They had fooled around quite a bit, but she always wanted to be under the covers and she always had the lights off. She even got dressed under the covers when he was in the room. I couldn't believe it! There was no way she would go through with this. Then again, I didn't see how she could refuse. 

Joan called her to the front of the room, and she made her way up there. Mary was wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, and she tried to smile though I could tell she was really unhappy. It was about this time that I noticed that all the pledges were really dressed up and the sisters were casual. The reason they were holding this raffle was so the sisters who "won" would have time to change. As Mary stood up there, she began to look more and more mortified. Meanwhile, Joan was calling out the second sister to be in the big show. 

"And the other winner isour distinguished president, Shawn Stienman!" 

I think that one was fixed. All the sisters laughed loudly as if this was the punchline to a huge inside joke. Shawn, a cute short redhead with huge boobs, looked absolutely stunned. She stood there in front of her hooting sisters and pledges, with her mouth open in shock for a good 30 seconds. Finally, she smiled, and realizing that she was stuck, tried to make the best of it. "Well, I guess it's time for Mary and I to go find seven pieces of clothes to wear." With that, the losing women went upstairs to their rooms, to change. 

Chapter 5

By 8:20 or so, Shawn and Mary made it back down to the main living room. They both looked much better, except that Mary looked like she had been crying. Even so, she seemed like she was going to be a trooper about the whole thing. 

At 8:30, all the pledges and were gathered to the front of the room, and we were called up too. Shawn was supposed to be the one who was going to pull the names out of the hat, but since she was "for sale" as some of her sisters put it, they got the vice-president, Kim, to do the honors. She began, "Ok, hopefully all you guys have a little buzz on by now, because we're about ready to start the games!" Cheers came from the sisters, as the reality of the situation began to sink into the pledges. "Alright, alright, settle down. Ok, now, we've got the five lucky winners up here. I'm going to pull all the names out of the hat. First name goes to Brad, second to Joe, third to Smitty, fourth to Dan, and fifth to Cliff, and so on until the teams are all set. Then the dealers will lead you to the game rooms and you can start trying to get each other naked!" More cheers. Kim reached into the hat. I was grinning like an idiot, and I don'' remember who made it to the other teams, exactly. I know Mary ended up with the freshman guy, Cliff, and Jody was in Brad's game, which disappointed me to no end. I do remember who I got however. 

The first girl to be drawn into my game was none other than the AZD president, Shawn! She was short, about 5'4", with shoulder-length red-hair, and a cute little body, highlighted by her terrific chest. She was wearing a black jacket and skirt, with a silky white blouse underneath. When Kim announced her name, the sisters and pledges exploded, and Shawn bowed, smiling. I got the idea that she was something of an exhibitionist, as she really enjoyed the attention. 

My second playmate turned out to be a girl named Jen. She had short blonde hair and an absolutely stunning smile. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in my group. She had a very confident stride, and she was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing. She was dressed in a similar suit as Shawn, only hers was blue and she had a light blue silk t-shirt underneath the jacket. When she shook my hand I told her I couldn't let her win, and she laughed. 

Luckily, my third player was a girl named Jackie. Jackie was really tall, almost as tall as me, and really skinny. She had a fantastic chest, even better than Shawn's. She thought this whole thing was very funny, and she was laughing nervously the entire time she was walking up to join our group. She was wearing a long, flowing, flowery dress and a summer hat, which I thought was funny. I asked her if that was cheating and she gestured to Shawn and Jen and said that she didn't have a suit. 

Finally, I got really lucky. Joan's name was called out. As she walked towards me, I realized why I had such a crush on her. She was gorgeous, with long, wavy blonde hair to past her shoulders, and a sultry look that made her smile look like a pout. She had great tits, and a curvy ass and her outfit showed it. She had on a red suit, but I couldn't make out what she was wearing underneathyet. "You are so toast," I warned her. She laughed and told me she couldn't wait to see me naked in front of all her sisters. 

Kim called our attention. "Ok everybody, now that we've got our groups, lets get the dealers up to the rooms and let the games begin!" 

Chapter 6

We made it upstairs, to the private rooms, and my group was led into one of the rooms. Inside was a card table with five chairs around it. There was a bed on it's side in the corner, they had to move it to make room. We all sat around the table, and the dealer, a plain-looking brunette named Laura, explained the rules. 




Casino Night at Alpha Zi Delta



"The game is five-card stud. There is no folding and there's only one draw. I will deal all the hands. The lowest hand has to take something off. If there's a tie for the lowest hand, the winning hand gets to decide who strips. Kim is going to record all the hands for posterity." That's when I noticed a cute little blonde girl sitting to the side with a clipboard. "When you have to take something off, you have to stand up where everyone can see you. You must remain standing and follow my directions until I tell you that you can sit back down. Once you lose everything, you have to stand up against the far wall until the game is over. Whoever has any clothes left last wins. The winner gets all her clothes back, and then we all go downstairs for the final game. Any questions?" Laura looked around, and the players, myself included, were strangely quiet, but no one had any questions. "Alrighty then, lets go." 

I was sitting between Laura and Joan. As Laura dealt the first hand, Joan was telling me how dead I was, and how she couldn't wait to tell everyone what I looked like naked. "Whatever," I said, "you don't have a chance!" 

The first hand was dealt. I had a pair of nines, and nothing. Laura went around the table, everyone took some cards. I drew three, and I got another nine. Laura then went around the table. A pair of fives for Shawn, three kings for Jen, Jackie had three queens, and Joan had a pair of tens. Shawn said, "Well, I guess it's only fitting that I lose first. Laura do I have to stand up for this?" 

"Nah, just kick em off and toss them into the corner." 

The next hand went even better, I had three queens, and Joan had the low hand with a measly pair of sevens. She was pissed! "I don't mind losing, yet, but I don't like the idea of you winning," she told me as she tossed her red pumps into the corner. 

"Too bad, cause I'm going to keep beating you at least," I replied. 

The third hand was dealt and my luck held. I won again with three fours, and Jen lost, again with the measly sevens. She smiled a phony smile as she tossed her shoes in the slowly growing pile of footwear. 

I was definitely in a winning streak, as I won the fourth hand. I had three kings, and Shawn had nothing, ace high. As she unbuttoned and removed her suit jacket, Laura reminded her that she had to stand up, and Shawn nodded and stood. Shawn mentioned something about not wanting to be the first to lead the way in lost clothes every time, and everyone was welcome to catch up. Joan, in the meantime, was trying to rally the troops to get me to stop winning. 

The fifth hand was dealt, and I ended up with another three of a kind, this time with tens. Jackie groaned as she showed her cards, a big pile of nothing, jack high. She kicked off her shoes, and tossed them in the pile, commenting that she was finally in the game, and why didn't I join them? I smiled and said "No thanks, I like the way things are going so far." 

The next hand had me worried, because I had nothing before the draw, then drew a pair of eight's. Luckily, Shawn had nothing at all, and she couldn't believe it. "What the hell is going on here?" The girls laughed, and Laura said, "Come on, Shawn, pay up!" With that, Shawn stood up and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it past her hips, and let it fall to the floor. She had on no slip, but her blouse was low enough to cover her panties. She bent down to pick it up and she tossed it on the pile. She was just about to sit down, when Laura said, "Wait a minute, I haven't said you could sit yet. Turn around so everyone can see." Shawn shot some daggers at Laura, but with everyone laughing, she had no choice. She did a quick twirl, and Laura let her sit. 

The next hands went quick. Jen lost her jacket with a pair of sevens. Shawn lost again, this time she had to take off her blouse. She unbuttoned the blouse revealing a lacy white bra that was just opaque enough to hide her nipples, and of course, Laura made her turn around again, and Shawn blushed when she turned, because we could all see that she was wearing a matching thong. He black thigh-high stockings were a contrast to her white bra and panties, and her light skin. Her sisters hooted and cheered when Laura finally let her sit again. Jen lost next with junk, and she stood up to take off her skirt, but she had a black skip on underneath, so it wasn't that big a deal. 

In the tenth hand, Shawn lost again, and she was told to stand up, and put her foot on the table as she slid off her stockings. That gave me a fantastic view, as I was treated to little red hairs peeking out the side of her thong. Shawn swore revenge on Laura, and everyone laughed. At this point, Joan realized that I still hadn't lost yet.

Chapter 7

Ten hands were gone and I was still fully dressed. Naturally, I felt pretty good. Shawn felt considerably less good, or at least a lot colder, since she had lost five times and was sitting there in a pretty matching bra and panty set. Jen was in dangerous territory, since all she had left was the light blue t-shirt, a black slip, a bra and panties. Jackie and Joan were almost as lucky as me, as they each had only lost their shoes. My competitive friend Joan couldn't believe that I hadn't lost yet, and she let everyone know that it should be their mission to make me lose. Shawn said that she just didn't want to be the first to show any "goodies." 

At about this point I noticed something odd about Jen. I remembered how confident she looked walking to the front of the room downstairs when her name was called, but she looked very different now. She had a very nervous smile on her face, and I noticed that her hands were trembling. She was still basically dressed, but if she lost again, it would be the shirt or the slip, and there would be some underwear exposure. I started to feel a little bad, because she looked so scared. 

Laura dealt the eleventh hand and I concentrated on Jen. Her eyes widened when she looked at her hand, and she nervously flipped her hair back. She kept her blue eyes on her cards and asked for three. When she looked at her draw, shedeflated a little, slumped in her chair just a bit. Shawn had nothing, ace high, Jen had a queen high, Jackie had three sevens, Joan had an ace high, and I had a pair of aces. Jen shuddered. 

"Come on, Jen, join me in almost-naked-ville!" said Shawn, giggling. 

"Laura, do I have to take off my t-shirt?" Jen asked. 

"Nope, you can take off whatever you want, but you have to stand up." 

Jen stood, and slowly pulled her black slip down her legs. She didn't have any stockings on, and her skin was flawless. She bent down towards me to pick up her slip, so I couldn't see her rear. Laura of course noticed, and ordered Jen to turn around. Jen bit her lip and turned, and I was treated to a view of Jen's freshman ass, all decked out in a royal blue thong. "Was there some kind of rule with you guys?" I asked. Jackie said that everyone was supposed to wear their "best" underwear, and I guess that meant thongs to Shawn and Jen at least. Finally, Laura let Jen sit, and I noticed that she wasn't smiling anymore, and she was really trembling hard. 

Luckily for her, Jen won the next hand with a pair of jacks, and she seemed to calm down a little, since I couldn't see her bottom half behind the table. Meantime, Jackie lost and tossed her hat into the pile with flair. 

Joan lost the next hand with a king-high pile of nothing. Jen won, and looked about as comfortable as I imagined she could. Joan stood up and unbuttoned her jacket, as I quietly hummed "The Stripper" song. She told me to shut up as everyone laughed. As she pulled the jacket over her shoulders, she revealed a little silvery-gray camisole, that was stretched nicely across her 36 C (I guessed) boobs. When she sat down I said, "Nice," and she looked straight ahead and told me I was dead. 

True as her word, Joan won the next hand, and Jen lost. Jen looked to me like she had bee psyching herself up for this moment, and she stood straight up, and pulled her t-shirt over head. He bra matched her panties, and she looked phenomenal. Laura made her do the customary turn, and I could see that Jen was somewhere else in her head. She had one of those perfectly proportioned bodies you don't see enough of, and she was beautiful to boot. She had 34 B's I figured, but they were pushed up to perfect hills by her miracle bra. I was officially distracted from the cards. 

I thought I had the next hand lost when I pulled a pair of fours on the draw, but Jackie, bless her soul, had nothing. As she stood up, I realized that Jackie was the real exhibitionist of the group. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress and then let it slide down her shoulders. Sadly, she had a full length black slip on underneath, and there was nothing to see. She did a little twirl without any coaching, and sat back down. I heard Shawn say to Jen, "Just think of it as wearing a bikini." 

I had trouble on the 16th hand, as I tried to fill an outside straight but ended up with a ten high. Jen was thrilled, because she also won the hand. Laura did not make me stand up for the shoe removal, and I was not worried yet. 

Joan won the next hand too, with a queen high straight. But things got interesting when the dreaded sevens brought another loss to Shawn, and she had to take off her bra. "Oh man," she moaned, "can I assert some executive privilege?" 

"Nope," Laura replied, "Stand up and take it off." Shawn stood, looked at me and said, "Now you're getting your money's worth, huh?" I smiled and watched as she flipped her hair back and reached back to unhook the clasps. I heard the tiny snapping sound as they came apart, and with a deep breath and a look to the sky, she let the bra fall. Her breasts were full, round, white and fantastic. Her nipples were hard, either from the excitement of the act of stripping or from the exposure to the air. She stood there with her arms outstretched for at least 20 seconds, until she said "Well?" to Laura, who let her sit. As if I didn't know before, it was now clear that I was having the time of my life. 

Chapter 8

As Laura dealt the eighteenth hand, I casually mentioned that I was having a really good time. I heard it from around the table, "I bet!", "Sure you are!", "Soak it in now", and finally Joan, who said, "Oh I hope you're enjoying it, cause you're about to go on a six-hand losing streak!" 

"Don't count on it, there, big mouth!" I replied, just as I picked up my cards. I had a pair of threes, and for a minute I was afraid Joan might be right. I drew three cards, and I got another pair, of kings. We all showed and Joan was stuck with a queen high. I let her have it. "Oh, now who's on the losing streak, huh blondie?" Joan made a frustrated noise, stood up, and reached for the back of her skirt. I could hear the zipper going down, and I waited for a glimpse of panty, but she had a black slip on. She did the customary twirl and sat down. 

The next hand was dealt. I pulled a pair of nines, and then I pulled another pair of nines. Wow! Four nines, not bad. Shawn gasped as she thought she lost with a pair of jacks, but Joan had the unlucky sevens. "How about that," I taunted, "two in a row!" This time I knew I got to see something. Joan stood up, thought about it, and slid her slip down her legs. She had very lacy, very sheer, very red panties on, and as she turned, I saw that they were thongs, of course. My God, what an ass. It wasn't one of those super skinny asses, but it was firm and muscular with just the right amount of bounce. Laura appreciated the irony of the two loses after her boasting, so she made her stand up for an extra long time. The whole while Joan was shaking her head in disbelief, and I was softly laughing at her. We were up to hand twenty and I still had only lost my shoes. Shawn was sitting there completely topless, her mammoth boobs almost brushing against the table. Jen was slowly getting comfortable with the fact that she was in her underwear in front of a stranger. Jackie looked like she wanted to lose more so she could show off, and my friend and crush Joan was only three loses away from nudity. I got three sevens, and I waited to see who would lose. To my delight, it was Joan. Again. 

She dropped her head on the table with a thud. Jackie commented that she should have kept her mouth shut, and I said, "yeah!" Joan lifted her head and stared at me with a smile that let me know just how lucky I was. She slowly stood up, and she pulled her silky gray camisole over her head. As she tossed it on the pile, he breasts jiggled where the were pushing out of her bra. Her bra matched the thong, of course, and I could clearly see her nipples through it. Her boobs had to be in the 34 C-D range, and they were literally straining against the sides of the bra. The best thing about it was that I could stare at them shamelessly and she not only had to stand there, but it made her crazy that I was staring so intently. "You enjoying yourself?" 

"Not as much as I thought," I lied, which brought the house down. The girls all laughed loudly, and Joan just told me to ... off. I cracked up and said, "sorry." 

"Yeah, yeah." 

The good times couldn't last, and they didn't. I lost the next hand with a pair of nines. Joan contained her enthusiasm, as I tossed my socks (they had cows on 'em) onto the pile. Boy, did I bounce back! On the next hand, I kept an ace and drew the other three. I leaned back and looked for the loser, and it was Shawn. Poor Shawn, first to lose a hand, first to lose her clothes, first to show her tits, and now first to lose the game. "Okay" she said. Laura got her going. "Sorry, Shawn, but you know the rules. You have to set a good example you know." 

"Good example, my ass," said Shawn as she rose to her feet. She pushed back her chair and turned around. I didn't appreciate at first how great her agone. Shawn dutifully stood up where I could see her whenever I wanted, and she occasionally moved behind her pledges and gave them advice on how to play the cards. Why they would take advice from the naked girl, I don't know, but it was nice to see her breasts gently bounce and sway when she moved around the room. 

Hands 23 and 24 did not go well. I lost them both. The second one was particularly infuriating because I had a jack high and Joan had a queen high. No big deal, though, I just had to stand up and take off my jacket, and then I took off my tie. I still hat a shirt, pants, and boxers, but I realized I was no longer winning. Jackie was winning, because she had four pieces of clothing left. 

That did not last long, because Jackie lost hand number twenty-five. Joan won and smirked slightly as Jackie stood up. Jackie looked around the room and then bent over to grab the hem of her slip. She slowly brought the slip up her body, shimmying as she brought it past her thighs, her hips, her chest, and finally over head. The tossed the slip aside, herd her arms out and said, "Ta-da!" She was wearing a shiny black teddy, with spaghetti straps on her shoulders, and a sheer lace over her breasts. The lace continued in a v-shape towards her belly, and down to her pussy which was visible behind the lace. She turned and shifted her weight so her hips swung from side to side. The back was a g-string, which went halfway up her back. Her ass was pretty thin, but actually, she was pretty thin all over. She stood about 5'10", and she was very skinny. However, she had C cup breasts at least, and they were pushed up beautifully by the tight lace of her teddy. The odd thing was she had a matching garter belt and stockings on over the teddy I'd never seen that before, but it was very effective. 

Joan said, "Wow, you really go all out, huh?" and Jen just gazed in amazement. Jackie remained standing for a couple of seconds after Laura told her she could sit, and she blew me a kiss. 

It turned out to be the kiss of death as I lost my pants on the next hand. This got Joan excited, and she kept whistling as I stood up to remove my pants. I looked around the room and suddenly realized that I was close to losing, here. I had been wining for so long that I forgot that I could actually end up naked in front of these women I didn't even know really. My breath caught in my chest and my heart started pounding, but I unzipped the fly and let the pants fall to the floor. I still had my dress shirt and by boxers covered plenty, but still it was exhilarating in a completely new way. 

As Laura dealt the 27th hand of the night, I looked around to count clothes. Jen had her royal blue bra and panties on, and she hadn't lost in a while. Jackie sat next to her with her teddy, garter and stockings left. Joan was to my right, with her bright red bra and panties left. I had just my shirt and my boxers. It was anybody's game, and I said so. Joan looked at her cards and said, "Anyone's but yours, sweetie." 

I reminded her that she shouldn't taunt so much, considering what happened last time. Jackie, Jen, and Joan all took three cards, but I just had an ace so I took four. Joan moaned as she turned over her cards, which were nothing, queen high. The others had pairs. I had three aces. 

"What?" Joan screamed. Shawn was laughing from her naked spot. 

Laura said, "Joan, I think you should be facing our guest when you do this." 

Joan looked at me and stood up. She sighed, and kept eye contact with me as she reached back for her strap. The bra loosened when she unhooked it, and she pulled the straps down her shoulders, and let the bra fall, without a moment's hesitation. I broke the eye contact to stare at her tits. They were magnificent. Big pink nipples, the kind that are difficult to make hard, were hard anyway. They were huge and full and firm looking. "Nice tits," I said, resuming eye contact. 

"Yeah, thanks," replied Joan, sitting down. ss was but I was loving it now. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and she slowly drew them down her legs. She didn't bend at the knees, and I got a terrific look at her pussy lips, even though she wasn't shaved. Shawn stood straight up and slowly turned around, with her eyes closed. And there she was, 20 years old, nude, embarrassed, but smiling. Her bush matcher her hair perfectly, and the hair looked like it was really soft. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked at the pledges, smirked, and said, "Oh yeah, strip poker..great idea."

Chapter 9

Twenty-two hands and one player were gone. Shawn dutifully stood up where I could see her whenever I wanted, and she occasionally moved behind her pledges and gave them advice on how to play the cards. Why they would take advice from the naked girl, I don't know, but it was nice to see her breasts gently bounce and sway when she moved around the room.

Hands 23 and 24 did not go well. I lost them both. The second one was particularly infuriating because I had a jack high and Joan had a queen high. No big deal, though, I just had to stand up and take off my jacket, and then I took off my tie. I still hat a shirt, pants, and boxers, but I realized I was no longer winning. Jackie was winning, because she had four pieces of clothing left.

That did not last long, because Jackie lost hand number twenty-five. Joan won and smirked slightly as Jackie stood up. Jackie looked around the room and then bent over to grab the hem of her slip. She slowly brought the slip up her body, shimmying as she brought it past her thighs, her hips, her chest, and finally over head. The tossed the slip aside, herd her arms out and said, "Ta-da!" She was wearing a shiny black teddy, with spaghetti straps on her shoulders, and a sheer lace over her breasts. The lace continued in a v-shape towards her belly, and down to her pussy which was visible behind the lace. She turned and shifted her weight so her hips swung from side to side. The back was a g-string, which went halfway up her back. Her ass was pretty thin, but actually, she was pretty thin all over. She stood about 5'10", and she was very skinny. However, she had C cup breasts at least, and they were pushed up beautifully by the tight lace of her teddy. The odd thing was she had a matching garter belt and stockings on over the teddy I'd never seen that before, but it was very ... effective.




Casino Night at Alpha Zi Delta



Joan said, "Wow, you really go all out, huh?" and Jen just gazed in amazement. Jackie remained standing for a couple of seconds after Laura told her she could sit, and she blew me a kiss.

It turned out to be the kiss of death as I lost my pants on the next hand. This got Joan excited, and she kept whistling as I stood up to remove my pants. I looked around the room and suddenly realized that I was close to losing, here. I had been wining for so long that I forgot that I could actually end up naked in front of these women I didn't even know really. My breath caught in my chest and my heart started pounding, but I unzipped the fly and let the pants fall to the floor. I still had my dress shirt and by boxers covered plenty, but still it was exhilarating in a completely new way. 

As Laura dealt the 27th hand of the night, I looked around to count clothes. Jen had her royal blue bra and panties on, and she hadn't lost in a while. Jackie sat next to her with her teddy, garter and stockings left. Joan was to my right, with her bright red bra and panties left. I had just my shirt and my boxers. It was anybody's game, and I said so.

Joan looked at her cards and said, "Anyone's but yours, sweetie."

I reminded her that she shouldn't taunt so much, considering what happened last time. Jackie, Jen, and Joan all took three cards, but I just had an ace so I took four. Joan moaned as she turned over her cards, which were nothing, queen high. The others had pairs. I had three aces.

"What?" Joan screamed. Shawn was laughing from her naked spot. 

Laura said, "Joan, I think you should be facing our guest when you do this."

Joan looked at me and stood up. She sighed, and kept eye contact with me as she reached back for her strap. The bra loosened when she unhooked it, and she pulled the straps down her shoulders, and let the bra fall, without a moment's hesitation. I broke the eye contact to stare at her tits. They were magnificent. Big pink nipples, the kind that are difficult to make hard, were hard anyway. They were huge and full and firm looking. "Nice tits," I said, resuming eye contact.

"Yeah...thanks," replied Joan, sitting down.

Chapter 10

Hand number 28 was dealt, and I was sure that I had lost. I only had a pair of fives, and that wasn't good at all. Jackie had tens, Joan had sixes, and Jen had king high! She hadn't lost in a long time, and I think she forgot that it was even a possibility. She remembered now, and she was very nervous. Shawn came up behind her and said, "Come on, you can do it." 

Jen stood up slowly and turned around. I saw her hands reach back and unhook her bra, trembling. The straps loosened, and she slowly, very slowly, slid the straps down her shoulders, and the bra fell to the floor. The skin of her back was so smooth, and the curves of her ass were so perfect, I was almost satisfied. 

Laura was not. "Jen, you have to turn around and let our guest see." Jen sighed deeply, causing her body to inflate and deflate, slowly. She turned and I saw that she was terrified, and she had her hands on her breasts, covering them. I felt kind of bad for her, and she looked so spooked and cute that I really didn't mind. Of course, Laura minded. "Jen, move your hands." Jen hung her head, but her hands didn't move. 

"Jen, move the hands, right now. You know the rules." Jen still didn't move. Laura was getting angry, but the others looked sympathetic. Finally Shawn walked up behind the frightened girl. She was standing so close that her huge boobs were slightly flattened against Jen's back. Shawn was whispering, "It's ok, you can do it, it's no big deal, you're not the only one" and other encouragements. As she was whispering, Shawn reached around Jen to hug her. She gently grabbed each of Jen's wrists, and to my eternal excitement, slowly started to pull her hands away. Jen resisted at first, then suddenly stopped resisting, and her beautiful breasts finally came into view. They were closer to B cups than C, but they were the perfect size for her body. I didn't stare like I did a t Joan because I felt bad for her, but as the game continued, I kept glancing over, sneaking peaks. 

The room was pretty tense after that little scene, and everyone was pretty quiet. Shawn was rubbing Jen's shoulders, which I found incredibly erotic. When I got my cards, I was pretty secure in victory, with two pair, sevens and fours. Sadly, Jen pulled a straight, Jackie had three eights, and Joan had a freaking full house, kings over threes! I had to stand up and take off my shirt, leaving me in nothing but boxers. Of course this made Joan very happy, which made her dance in her seat, which made her tits wiggle nicely. I was kind of embarrassed, mostly because of the small beer-belly I'd developed in my three years of college. 

There were only six articles of clothing between the four remaining players when Laura dealt out the 30th hand. Everyone was very nervous as they looked at their cards. As I looked at my cards I knew I was doomed. I had a pair of twos. All the girls took three cards on the draw, which meant they all had pairs, probably, and they were probably higher than twos. Joan saw the distress on my face, and she said, "I the big show next, honey?" I frowned in response. I was mentally preparing myself to take off my boxers, when I took three cards. . . 

Jen laid down a pair of queens, Jackie a pair of jacks. Joan then asked me if I could beat a pair of eights. I showed my hand, and Joan screamed. I had three twos. 

Jackie said, "You really should have kept your mouth shut, Joanie." 

Joan did not reply, she was in too much shock. Her mouth was open and she was staring at her cards, Jen's, Jackie's, and mine looking for some kind of reprieve, but there wasn't any. Laura said, "All right Joan, no more stalling. Let's get those things off." 

"Shouldn't she get some kind of penalty for all the trash talking she did?" I asked Laura. Joan shot me a "shut the ... up" look. 

"MmmmmMaybe," replied Laura, "let's see how she does on her own first." 

With that, Joan stood, shaking her head. She only hesitated for a moment before yanking her panties off quickly. She twirled around twice, allowing me a view of the front and the back. Her pussy hair was dirty blonde, and to my utter shock, it was shaved around the lips, leaving only a neatly trimmed bush in a thin triangle! I looked up at her with a questioning, astonished look, but she was looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment. 

Chapter 11

With Shawn and Joan standing together, totally naked, it was down to me, Jen, and Jackie. I started the next hand with a pair of aces, and lucked out when I drew another ace and a pair of nines! Jackie lost with a pair of queens, so she had to lose her stockings. She made quite a production out of it, too, without any prodding from Laura. She lifted her right foot to the table, then her left, as she unhooked the garter and slowly rolled the stockings down her thighs. What's more, she pointed her toes as straight out as they would go, and that made her long, trim legs all the more shapely. 

Jackie sat down, and hand number 32 was dealt. I started with three nines, and drew a pair of threes for another full house! Jackie had a straight, and Jen had a pair of aces. She sighed, which made her perfect breasts bounce slightly. She stood up immediately. I think she was embarrassed about needing help to show her boobs, and she looked determined to do this all by herself. She turned, and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong. Quickly, she jerked them down, bending at the knees, so I didn't get the view that Shawn gave me earlier. She stood back up, and threw the panties into the huge pile of clothes. She stood there, with her arms at her sides, tapping her foot, just waiting for the cue to sit down. Her bush was not shaved anywhere, but it was neatly trimmed and blonde. The hair looked really soft, and she looked so embarrassed it was an incredible turn on. 

I watched her ass as she walked over to the "naked wall" with Shawn and Joan. It was down to me and Jackie. For the first time, I thought of a reason not to lose it all. I wouldn't normally have been ashamed to be naked in front of these girls, but since they were almost all naked, I had a raging boner, and I didn't want that to be made public. I had to win the last two hands. 

I got the next set of cards and I had a pair of kings. Not bad. Jackie drew three, and I drew three. Jackie showed her hand first, a pair of sixes. I had three kings. Jackie stood up and unhooked her garter, and twirled it around on her finger before tossing it on the pile. She sat down with a smile. 

"Okay, this will be the last hand of the game. Joe has just his boxers, and Jackie has her teddy. Are you ready?" Laura asked. 

"I am," cooed Jackie, who didn't seem to care whether she won to lost. 

"Me too," I replied. 

Joan called out, "Come on Jackie, let us see Joe's dick!" 

"Yeah, let's not all be losers tonight!" Shawn added. 

"I'll try," responded Jackie, as she looked at me. I was blushing. 

Laura dealt the final hand. I had nothing. Queen, nine, eight, four, three. Jackie was smiling at her cards, and she looked at me, coyly. I took three cards, and Jackie only took two! She must have three of a kind or something! I was screwed, even though I drew another queen. The naked women gathered around the table as the cards were shown. I dropped my pair of queens. Jackie had gone for a straight, and missed it. Jack high. I won! I won! Whoo-hoo! 

There were words of disbelief from the nude gallery, and Shawn went over the cards to make sure I won. Meanwhile, Jackie had stood up to pay off her loss. She looked a little more nervous than I expected. I think that she liked the idea of teasing, but now that she actually lost, she didn't want to show her eighteen year old body. But show she did. She slid each strap down her shoulders, and pulled her arms free, while holding the straining material up against her big boobs. Then, she slowly slid the lacy material down her body, revealing her hard, pink nipples, her washboard stomach, and her wildly untrimmed pussy. Jackie was the skinniest of the women, and that fact made her tits stand out and seem bigger than they actually were. I complimented her, and she thanked me, shyly. 

And that was it. I won the famous Casino Night at AZD. I was enjoying my victory, simultaneously staring at the young, naked, slightly humiliated women before me and trying to get my hard-on down so I could stand up. Laura said, "Okay, girls, why don't you fish Joe's clothes out of the pile so he can get dressed. Then we can all go downstairs, and see who won the other games. Remember, you bunch of losers, have to keep your clothes here for the rest of the night. And you," she said, looking at me, "have another game ahead of you."



Casino Night



"See how intuitive Albert is; he already knows me so well," I sighed and leaned back against Albert's muscular chest.

I took hold of the older man's arms and wrapped them around me. Giving Bobby a contented stare, I moved his brother's large hands up to cup my naked boobs. His long fingers went to work fondling my tits, while his I watched his younger brother quickly peel away several bills. I didn't notice what size they were, but I felt a sizeable lump poking me in my lower back.

"There you go BARB; how about this?" Bobby asked and showed me the fanned out bills.

"Now that's much better," I purred and pulled away my dress to uncover my lower half. "And, for saying my real name, I'll let you help with these," I said, raising my pelvis up to give him access to my panties.

Bobby's eyes opened to the max, as he stared at the prize before him.

"I think she would like you to take them off, Bobby," prompted Albert, grasping my tits harder.

I moaned at Albert's touch and pressed my back harder against him.

"Oh yeah, I guess she does," Bobby said, waking from his trance.

He quickly backed up on his knees and yanked my panties down, with all the (lack of) expertise of a nineteen-year-old in heat (which, in fact he was). I pulled my feet from my black panties and spread my legs open, until one foot rested on the floor; the other propped on the backseat.

"God dam, they're all wet!" Bobby declared, holding my panties and staring at my blonde pussy.

"Yes they are Baby, and that's not the only thing that's wet," I soothed and dipped two fingers in my drenched slit. "Bobby's a bit of a novice isn't he, Albert?"

"Yep, you definitely are dealing with a virgin there," Albert acknowledged.

"HEY, I know what to do!" Countered Bobby, unzipping his pants.

"Hold on a minute, Robert! We can have our fun here with Barb, but there's no way we're gonna screw Donny's wife!" Stated Albert, removing his hands from my chest.

"Now, now Albert, shouldn't I be the one who decides whether I get screwed and by whom?" I reckoned and turned on my knees to face him.

"I suppose you can pick and choose, but I, sure as hell, don't plan on pissing away my relationship with your husband."

"Hmmm, so that's it, I see. You can come out here and tease the shit out of me with that big cock of yours and not do a dam thing?" I asked indignantly, as Bobby began fondling my boobs from behind.

"Well..." was his weak response.

"Well what, Albert? I think the least you can do is show me that fucking rod of yours. That's only fair," I pleaded and felt the outline of his rock hard tool.

Albert cautiously unzipped his fly, while Bobby shoved his swollen meat against my ass crack and grappled with my mature boobs. Albert, which I figured to be in his mid-thirties, finally dug in and whipped out a stunningly thick, 10-inch cock for my inspection.

"Very impressive Albert! Are you sure I can't talk you into wrapping my tight white pussy around it?" I purred and stroked the length of his thick black shaft.

"Just can't do that to D-Donny...s-sorry," he stammered, as I jacked it harder.

In the meantime, young Bobby with his rigid 8-inch dick in hand desperately tried to take me from behind. Leaning over on my knees, face to face with Albert, I ran my thin tongue between his thick lips. His mouth opened and his fat tongue met mine in a passionate kiss. My leaning over gave the black boy all the access he needed to my ready pussy. Mounting me from behind, he suddenly shoved his virgin cock into me.

"Oh Albert, there must be something I can do..." I whispered into his mouth, tightened my grip on the head of his pole and tightened my pussy around his brother's pumping prick.

"B-Barb... it just wouldn't be right. Don't get me wrong; there's nothing more I would rather do right now, but FUCK!!!"

Breaking into his pointless explanation, I gripped the base of his cock and immediately went down on him; taking in as much meat as my mouth could hold. I rhythmically jacked and sucked his dark pole deeper into my throat, when I felt Bobby's throbbing dick explode inside me. The young man burst out with several expletives, but continued pumping his leaking manhood in my mature hole. I had forgotten how perfectly sweet it is to be fucked by a virgin! 

"God Albert, you don't know what you're missin', Man!" Bobby exclaimed, slapping my ass between strokes.

"Don't think I'm missing a thing - God, is she ever a good cocksucker!" Exclaimed Albert, as I flexed my throat tight around his love pole and fondled his big balls.

Bobby's enthusiasm for fucking was relentless, as he pounded my pussy harder and faster. This made it difficult, but not impossible, to focus on his brother's throbbing meat. After spewing forth a sweet taste of his precum, I moaned in anticipation of receiving Albert's full load. I didn't have to wait long, before my hand felt his thick vein expand.

"OH SHIT! DAM! OH GODDD!" He screamed, as his sturdy black cock erupted into my mouth and quickly coated my throat.

After a slight gag, I easily pumped and hard-sucked his raging pole to completion. Witnessing his older brother's climax sent Bobby over the edge. Soon he grabbed my broad pale hips and shot another full load of youthful spunk into my slushy hole.

"MY MY, you Richardson men sure know how to fill a lady up!" I quipped and gathered myself.

Sitting between them again, I was the epitome of a common slut; leaking Bobby's fresh cum down my thighs and remnants of Albert's juice trickling from my mouth.

"That was fun!" I expressed gleefully. "So, did you two get your money's worth?" I asked, glancing up at Albert, who was silently busy tucking away his monster. 

"Well I DO have this left," Bobby said, holding the shrinking wad of bills in one hand and openly jacking his young semi-erect cock with the other.

"Robert, you're too much, Man!" Albert laughed for the first time.

The naive expression of accomplishment on Bobby's face told me he was totally serious about his shy proposal. I leaned over to him, pushed aside his hand with the money and brought my cum-soaked lips close to his.

"It's really not about the money, Bobby," I smiled and kissed him full on the lips.

His mouth slowly opened to mine. Our tongues met and I gave him his first taste of another man's starchy seed. At first he was reluctant, until I joined his cock-stroking hand with mine.

"Honey, I'm so happy to be your first piece of ass," I whispered in his ear and felt his erection growing in my hand. "Why don't we get rid of these clothes and let me fuck you properly, hmmm?"

He hardly needed encouragement. His shirt went flying, then the rest. I counseled Albert to stand guard outside and gave him a lingering parting kiss. Bobby stretched out on the backseat, holding his rejuvenated cock at full attention.

"Umm, that looks so yummy! Mind if I have a taste?" I asked. He smiled, nodded and dropped his hand.

With my eyes fixed on his, I lowered my face to his cock and teased the tight heart-shaped crown with my tongue. His sculptured loins jerked in anticipation when I sucked in the first two inches. Running my hands up and down his taunt athletic legs, I took the full eight inches of his hardon down my throat. He let out a deep groan, grabbed my blonde hair and forced my head up and down his rod. Figuring this might be his first blowjob, I let Bobby be in control. It wasn't long before he deposited another load of young cum in my mouth.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, let's give Barb a treat, OK?" I mentioned, as I moved my leg over his head. "You DO know how to eat pussy?" I asked, grabbing his slippery tool.

Lined up in a 69 over the young black stud, it was apparent that he hadn't had the experience. "That's OK Baby, just suck my white pussy and fuck me with your tongue. Hmmm yeah, just like THAT!"

He quickly caught on, parted my saturated lips and tongued my clit like a pro. As I sucked his young black cock clean, he treated me to my first sustained orgasm of the night. Not that I wouldn't have minded letting him tongue me to yet another, but his full black erection was too much to pass up. Climbing off his face, I turned back around to straddle him.

"OH GOD YES!!!" I screamed and rode his rock-hard tool, until we both came together in one glorious climax.

"Yeah Baby, fuck me hard!" I uttered breathlessly, as he continued to thrust his pelvis and impale my hole with his never ending cock.

His stamina was extraordinary. I brought his hands up to quiet my flying globes and glanced out the rear window to see the headlights of an approaching car. Albert, the lookout, had spent more time looking 'in' at us. As I continued to ride my bucking bronco, I nodded to him to check things out. Stopping directly at the rear of the car, a parking lot cop emerged and walked toward Albert.

"Don't worry Honey, it's just a rent-a-cop; he can't do anything," I told Bobby, between shortened breaths.

Though Albert stood between the shorter officer and my car, I caught a glimpse of his face as he spoke. The older black cop initially seemed concerned that we might be having car trouble, until he spied my ash blonde hair and naked white shoulders.

"Hey, what's up here? Is she doing somebody in there?"

"Listen man, she's just changing clothes," Albert lamely suggested.

"Yeah, sure she is," laughed the cop, as his pushed pass Albert.

"Hi officer! Keepin' ya busy tonight?" I asked, staring at him; as he bent down to get a better view through the back window.

"Not as busy as you are, I see!" He remarked and chuckled.

Albert butted in and began telling the whole sordid story; a story so incredible, I think the cop actually fell for it. Though amused, the determined officer felt obligated to report us. However, noticing his wandering glances at me, I sensed there might be a way to dissuade him.

"Albert, I need to speak to the officer. Would you bring him back here, please?" I asked sweetly and made Bobby slow down to normal ramming speed. "Open the door, so I can speak with him, Albert."

I turned my head back around to see the mature black officer, which I figured to be about my age. His eyes scanned down my naked backside, before settling on the rolled up wad of bills on the floor. I read his ID badge, 'John', batted my eyes and gave him a toothy grin.

"John... can I call you John? Is there anyway we can keep this to ourselves? There's no real law-breaking going on here; except for the fact that I'm stealing this young man's virginity," I giggled. "And he doesn't seem to be objecting," I added.

"Listen lady, you ever hear of prostitution or indecent exposure?" He asked in a somber tone, but still trying to get a better look at my tits.

"But John, there's really no buying or selling going on here. I admit I am a bit 'exposed' and my friend here is certainly 'IN decent'! I laughed and ground my hips into Bobby. "Perhaps a monetary reward might interest you? You're welcome to whatever you think its worth," I remarked and looked down at the discarded money.

"You're a funny lady," he said.

"...And a little sexy?" I added.

"Yeah, I'd say you're pretty sexy too, but I can't take your money."

"Not interested in money, hmmm. Mister John Law (sorry, couldn't help myself), are you married?" I asked, squeezed my vaginal muscles to keep Bobby's erection alive.

"Yes Ma'am, I am," he answered and watched me lean down to rub my melons on Bobby's chest, giving him a clear view of my ass.

"Does your wife ever let you do a cavity search here, John," I soothed, turned my head and spread my ass cheeks.

"No way, she would NEVER go for that!" He stated and rearranged his package.

By this time Albert had moved around to the other side door, opened it and had his huge cock whipped out. As he slowly jacked it in front of me, I couldn't help but take an occasional lick.

"That's a dam shame, John. You know Albert here is married too, but this doesn't seem to bother him," I said and took about half of his hot poker in my mouth.

Sucking away on Albert's thick meat while fucking his brother, I heard the distinct sound of John's zipper behind me. The backseat gave way to the added weight of the average sized officer and I felt his hands on my ass; then a hard cock in my crack.

"Bobby Honey, slow down, so I can make room for our new friend, OK?" I whispered between sucks.

Bobby's undulating pelvis stopped about the same time I felt the tip of John's cock at my rectum. The officer's tool proved to be more formidable than I had anticipated, as he forced his mature meat into my tight asshole.

"OH GOD NO!" I screamed, dropping Albert's black pole from my mouth.

With Bobby's dick inside my pussy, the cop's penetrating cock painfully stretched my anus. Albert persisted on having me suck his ready rod. With my mouth full of black meat, there was simply no chance to verbally object to anything. Bobby started his motor running again, as John sunk more and more of his too-big meat in my ass. I felt as though I would literally split in two when John's balls slapped against my ass and Albert's hose slid down my throat. I gagged and gasped for air, as all three guys forcibly fucked me.

"Take it all, you white bitch! Suck my fat cock, slut!" I heard the vulgar voices and felt Bobby's mouth on my swinging tits; then his teeth clamped around my nipple.

I was being raped and I had no one to blame but myself. I actually wished/prayed at that moment for my husband to show up and save me. I was a sex slave for these three black cocks at the moment and reconciled myself to suffer whatever pain and indignity they dished out. After about ten minutes, the pain became indistinguishable and I actually felt my body betray me with multiple involuntary orgasms. As much as I hoped they would stop, my libido was in overdrive and wanted more.

Mercifully, Albert's rod pulsated in my mouth and out gushed a big load of cum into my mouth and down my throat. Spitting his cock and cum out to catch my breath, the cop's tool thickened and exploded into my asshole. He kept pumping his sopping wet sausage inside me, until it finally popped out, along with streams of white cum. His hot juice slimed down Bobby's long dick and he too started to come inside my sore pussy one final time.

"Man, you guys got a little carried away," I scolded, grabbed up my dress and wiped their spent juices off me. "Guess I'm just not the party girl I used to be; couldn't hardly keep up with all you studs!" I added and squeezed back into my stained dress.

The cop answered a radio call and soon sped off through the parking lot. Albert and Robert made their final farewells, as I caught sight of Donny strolling from the casino. Pouring my disheveled self back into the front seat, I let out one, long sigh and took a deep breath.

"So Honey, how'd it go at the wheel; did ya beat it?" I asked, hand-combing back my tussled hair, trying to act coy.

He looked at me and stifled a laugh, guessing that his little scheme with Albert had worked.

"I did pretty good. Looks like you had your share of fun too," he sneered and started the car.

"Yeah, a regular three-ring circus," I said under my breath, as we drove off.

"What's that?" He asked.

"I just took your advice, Dear, about selling what I've got," I said and showed him the rolled up wad of bills.

"Hmm, so you had a taker?" He asked.

"A taker? No, three actually. First there was Albert; then his little brother, Bobby; then John, the cop. Let's see... yes, that makes three!"

The car screeched to a dead stop, along with his smart ass comments. I stared straight ahead, knowing his jaw must have dropped a foot.

"But... but..." He struggled.

"Oh Honey, by the way, you know that extra hot sex we usually have on casino nights. It won't be necessary tonight... or tomorrow." 

I closed my eyes, laid my head back against the headrest and smiled. A vision of three hard black cocks danced in my brain; I felt Donny's hand on the money.

"Not on your life Honey, this is mine. I earned it!" I said, clutching the well-used wad.

"Well aren't you even the least bit interested in how much I won tonight?" He asked, after a sustained pause.

I didn't reply. I was content to let the erotic vision linger as long as my head could hold it. Seeing the strangely pleasant expression on my face, Donny was obviously at a loss of what to say. I'm sure he had expected me to have some casual fun with Albert. He never anticipated anything more than that, I'm sure.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. It'll be quite some time before we need to go back to that casino again! I think I used up every bit of good luck I ever had," he stated profoundly, mostly for his own benefit.

The cool early morning air streamed in my window, as we accelerated to interstate speed. A wild burst of wind blew my hair against my cheek. My hand went to brush back the loose strands. My mind's eye perceived the light touch on my cheek to be a similar sensation I experienced earlier.

"Yes Dear... me too."