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The Gambler Ch. 01

By: Just Plain Bob



Shit! Susan tore up the pari-mutual tickets and tossed them on the ground. She had been so sure that Indian Fog was going to win that she had bet her last $200 on the horse. Dead last for Christ's sake! The goddamn glue bag had come in dead last. At 7 to 1 she would have been sitting pretty, but now she was in deep trouble. The money she'd just lost was the week's grocery money. The cupboards were bare when her husband had gone for a snack and he had given her $300 to stock the shelves. When he got home tonight he was going to expect to see something and there was no way she was going to be able to explain that she'd lost the money at the track. 

"What the hell am I going to do?" she asked herself. 

She had borrowed money from everyone she knew to support her gambling habit and now even her own mother was refusing to help her. To make things even worse she owed her bookie $1800 and for three weeks now she had been promising him that she would pay up; he was beginning to lose his patience and was starting to make threatening noises.

A sudden sharp cry brought her attention back to the present; she looked down and saw that little Andy had spit out his pacifier. Sweet Jesus, she had forgotten that she had him with her. She put his pacifier back in his mouth, rearranged his blankets, and started pushing his stroller toward the exit. She heard a 'wolf whistle' and turned her head to see two young men watching her with apparent interest. 

"Asshole" she thought, "I'm a young mother pushing her baby in a stroller, not a goddamn hooker looking to get laid." 

Susan continued on toward the exit and as she pushed little Andy in his stroller she allowed her mind to dwell on her predicament. She had to get some food in the house by the time Brian got home, but how in the world was she going to do it? A voice broke her train of thought, "Hey Momma, looking good!" 

She looked to her left and saw a young black man at the public phone. He smiled at her and gave her a little wave. God, she thought, what is with these guys? It must be something to do with her being a young mother with a baby in tow; God knows I don't get this much attention when I'm out without the baby.

Susan was almost to the exit when the thought hit her with the force of a sledgehammer blow. No, she said to herself, I couldn't do that! But an inner voice said, "it would solve your problem." Then several voices in her head started to argue, "It would only be this once", "But I'm not that kind of girl", "If you don't, what will you tell Brian tonight?" "But I've never done anything like that before. What about little Andy?" "Little Andy is too young to know what is going on", "But I might get caught", "Brian won't be home before six-thirty, and if you don't do it, where will the food come from?" 

Susan bit her lower lip and then, making up her mind, she swung the stroller around and headed back the way she came. The young black man was still by the phone and she pushed the stroller up to him; taking a deep breath she said, "Do you really think I'm looking good?" 

The young man was caught off guard by the question, but he quickly recovered and with the bravado of youth he replied, "Good enough to eat, and then some." 

Susan took another deep breath and plunged on, "Good enough that you would pay $100 for some of it?" 

The young man gave her a big smile and said, "In a heart beat lady, in a heart beat!" 

Susan told him to wait for her over by the exit and she went looking for the two who had whistled at her. When she found them she followed the same scenario that she had used on the black man. It was easier the second time and after a few minutes talking they had each agreed to pay her for her favors. When she approached the exit with the two men in tow she found that the young black man was waiting for her with another black man, "I told Gene her about you", he said, "And he thinks maybe he'd like some of what you got." 

Susan looked at the four men and then said, "It's like this guys, I need money for food and diapers. I've never done anything like this before, but I'm desperate. I'm so desperate that if you know someone else who would be interested in a fresh young housewife, give them a call and I'll take them on too," and she gave them directions to her house.

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The two black men, Gene and Andy, did not have a car so they rode with Susan. On the trip to her place Paul asked her just how many men she thought she could take on at one time. Susan thought for a moment before saying that having never done this before she had no idea. Andy said he knew a lot of guys who would like a shot at a girl like her, "But your price might have to come down a bit. After five or six guys you're going to be pretty loose and sloppy and some guys won't want to pay full price for that." 

Susan got an image in her mind of eight or ten guys standing around her bed looking down at her and it caused her to blush. What is wrong with me she thought this is only a one-time thing - it's never going to happen again - so why am I thinking of eight or ten guys? "Because" said a small voice from the back of her mind, "You still have to pay off your bookie." 

She pulled up in front of her place and for several moments she sat staring straight with her hands on the wheel. It's not too late to back out she thought, all I have to do is tell these guys I've changed my mind and give them a ride back to the track. No, she thought, I've got to have groceries in the house when Brian comes home and this is the only way. She turned and looked at the two guys, "Come on, let's do it."

As they were going up the front steps a car pulled up behind Susan's and the other two guys from the track got out. Once inside Susan turned to them, "We've got to get this done before my husband gets home so while I put the baby down for his nap you guys figure out who gets to be first." 

She put little Andy down for his nap and then went into her bedroom and took of her clothes. As she looked at herself in the full length mirror she wondered how she could be so calm and matter of fact about what she was about to do. She had never been with any man other than her husband before, and here she was getting ready for a gangbang. Oh well, if I'm going to be a whore I can at least try to give them their moneys worth. She went to her bureau and got out a pair of nylons and a garter belt and then went to the closet for a pair of high heels. After putting the stuff on, she took one last look at herself in the mirror; not bad she thought, they should like it. Taking a deep breath she said to herself, "Show time" and she turned and headed for the living room.

Instead of four guys there were six - all naked and stroking their cocks. Gene said, "I took you at your word and called these guys. There are two more who are going to try and make it, but they were not sure they can get away." 

Susan looked at them for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, who's first?" 

Gene stood up and Susan took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. Susan laid down and spread her legs expecting Gene to just climb between them, but as soon as he was undressed he climbed up on the bed and moved into a sixty-nine position with her. As his cock bobbed just inches away from her mouth she almost panicked; she hadn't planned on anything more than a quick fuck for each of the men, but a glance at the bedside clock showed her that she did not have a lot of time to waste - she had six guys to do and then had to get to the store before Brian got home - she had no time to argue. Gene must have read her mind, "Just a couple of licks or a quick suck to get me rock hard, okay?" 

Susan opened her mouth and took him in; she wasn't really into oral sex and she rarely sucked Brian's cock so she wasn't all that good at giving head. Gene stroked into her mouth a couple of times and then he moved down between her legs and wasted no time in pushing himself into her opening. A couple of hard pushes and he was all the way in and fucking her hard. Susan started to push her box back up at him. She had not figured that she would enjoy what she was doing, but she thought the more active she was the sooner she could get him off and move on to the next guy. 

Gene started to fuck her harder and she was suddenly surprised to find that she was responding to his thrusts. She had expected that she was going to have to fake an orgasm, but her body was starting to tingle and it looked as if she was going to have a real one. Gene grunted in her ear, "Here it comes baby, here it comes" and he shot himself deep inside her. Susan wanted to cry out, "No, please no. Wait for me" but it was too late. 

Gene got off her and went back to the living room leaving her lying on the bed, legs spread wide, cum leaking out of her pussy and her fingers working furiously to get herself off. Mike was the next one into the room and when he saw her finger fucking herself he called back to the other guys, "Hey, we have got a real hottie in here." 

As Mike thrust into her Susan arched up to meet him, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him as deep into her as he could go. She was pushing up to meet his every thrust and she was making noises that she finally recognized as her voice crying, "Make me cum, make me cum, please make me cum." 

The words seemed to drive Mike into overdrive and he started to fuck her harder and faster and Susan's body shook as her orgasm washed over her. Mike kept fucking her hard and Susan felt her loins begin to tingle again and Susan was amazed - she'd never before had more than one orgasm during a love making session, but there was no denying that another one was building. Her head was grabbed and turned to the side and a hard cock was pushed between her lips. 

Susan lost all track of time as the six men fucked her repeatedly. She had swallowed cum for the first time in her life - three times that she could remember - and she was surprised to find that it tasted different from man to man. She couldn't remember how many times each guy had fucked her, nor could she remember who the guys were who had cum in her mouth. Her body had taken over and had delivered orgasm after orgasm and that had turned her into a mindless piece of meat. She probably would have lain there and let them fuck her all night had not Paul put a stop to things, "Hey guys, we have to stop and get out of here before her husband gets home." 

"Fuck that," said another voice, "We'll let him take a turn." 

Then Gene spoke up, "Hey man - I don't want to fuck up and risk not getting another chance at this one. She's just too damn hot a slut. Let's get her cleaned up." 

Susan felt herself being lifted up and carried and suddenly water was hitting her skin. She came out of her sexual trance to find herself in the shower and as confusion slowly drained away came the realization that she had several things to do, and quickly, before Brian got home.

Susan came into the living room to find everyone except Andy gone. Andy had little Andy over his shoulder and was burping him, "He started crying and you were, how should I put this, you were busy so I fixed him a bottle and started feeding him." 

Susan looked around the room and saw no evidence of anyone having been there. Paul noticed her looking around and he said, "Mike and Gene cleaned things up for you. Your money is over there on the table." Susan walked over and counted it, there was over $900 dollars. Andy saw the look of confusion on her face, "Four more guys showed up after you got started. You know, if you plan on doing this on a regular basis you are going to have to learn how to control yourself. If the guys hadn't of wanted to be able to come back for some more of you they could have left you lying senseless on the bed and taken off without paying you a dime. In fact, two of them tried to do just that, but Mike and Gene put a stop to it." 

Susan looked at him; "I don't know what came over me. I've not been with another man since I got married, let alone with several. I thought I was just going to lay there and pretend to like it, let you all fuck me once and then get the place cleaned up before my husband got home." 

Andy smiled at her and said, "Well, you need to work on it before the next time. Here, take your kid, I've got to get going." 

He handed her little Andy and headed for the door, but then he stopped and came back. Taking a piece of paper out of his pocket he handed it to her, "It's my phone number. If you want to do this again give me a call and I'll set it up for you" and then he left. 

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Susan looked at the wall clock - she had just enough time to get to the Piggly-Wiggly and still get home before Brian. Christ, I hope he doesn't want sex tonight; he'd be sure to notice how loose I am. As she put Andy in his crib she thought about how fortunate she had been. She had more than enough money to buy groceries and still have enough to take to the track the next day. There were three horses running that she knew were winners. If the odds were right she would win more than enough to pay off her bookie and still have lots left over. She headed for the kitchen to get her grocery list.

The Gambler Ch. 01



Okay, folks this time consider yourselves warned. This is about a GUY losing his anal cherry. If you don't like that kind of thing, don't read it. If you do, please vote!

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"Oh, man, I should have known better. I am so fucking stupid!" Ryan thought to himself as he walked out of a college football game that would have been perfectly ordinary, except that his team lost. And except that he'd had 15 G's riding on the outcome. And except that this was the game that was supposed to bail him out of his previous $15,000 in debt—not double his losses. 

"What the hell am I going to do now?" he thought. And wasn't surprised two days later when Enrico, one of Big Louis' boys, showed up at his door wearing a trench coat and carrying a shopping bag holding who knows what. Not exactly inconspicuous, thought Ryan. The goon wasn't happy."

"Look, Rico, I know why you're here. I haven't got the money, but I'll get it," he started, as Enrico pushed past him into his studio apartment.

"Don't waste my time, college boy," said Rico. "Big Louis just wants what's due to him. If you ain't got the dough, you got no business getting in the game. You're a smart kid. Figure it out." 

Ryan's gesture swept across his nearly empty apartment. He slept on a mattress on the floor, and used the library computer to do his schoolwork. A beat up armchair and a small combination TV/VCR appeared to be his only indulgence. "Go ahead and help yourself to what I've got, buddy. Of course, it won't add up to much."

"That wasn't quite what I had in mind," was the quick reply.

"What are you gonna do, Rico, break my legs or something? I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do, but it won't get Louis back his money." 

"Heh heh heh," laughed the goon. "What do you think this is, 1980? We're a little more creative than that these days."

Something in Rico's tone made Ryan uneasy.  

"You see, college boy, you do have something valuable. You just don't know it. Are you straight?"

"What?! Yes, I'm straight. I have a girlfriend. What business is that of yours?"

"It's like this, college boy. Turn around."

With a puzzled expression on his face, Ryan slowly spun around, obediently. At 6'2", with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and long, lean legs, he may not have been smart enough to get himself out of this particular worst case scenario, but he was quite good looking. 

"Just what I thought. You got one fine ass on you. And I know some folks who'd be willing to pay for it."

"Whaaaat do you mean pay for it?"

"It's like this. Louis is what you might call...'diversified.' He's got action in a lot of different places, if you know what I mean. One of 'em's a club. A sex club."

"Rico, I can see where you're going with this, but we're talking about 30 G's. I don't see where my ass would bring that kind of dough, even if I was willing to drop out of school and shake it for the ladies full-time!"

"Who said anything about ladies? This club is for very wealthy gay men. They have an auction on the first Thursday of the month. They pay very good money for straight virgin tail. Louis' last boy brought in nearly 40 G's. And he wasn't nearly as good-lookin' as you."

"You can't make me auction off my ass to the highest bidder!"

"No, college boy, we can't make you. The club only takes 'volunteers.' So, I'll tell you what we're gonna do. The first Thursday is 2 weeks off." Rico handed Ryan the shopping bag. "There's a video in here, and, uh...something else. You can watch the auction on the video. And you can, um, practice. Might make things go easier on you."

"I am not doing this, Rico."

"Maybe you are, maybe you're not. Anyways, for right now, I owe you a spankin'."

"What?!!"

"You heard me. Big Louis says 20 smacks on each cheek for being a dumbass college boy. Take off your pants."

"I am not taking off my pants."

"Actually, yes, you are." Rico pulled a gun out his jacket pocket, and watched as Ryan's eyes got bigger, and then, still watching the gun, his hands fumbled with his belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans. 

"Shit," muttered Ryan.

"Off," repeated Rico.

Ryan unzipped, and, still disbelieving his eyes, pushed his jeans down his long, lean thighs and stepped out of them.

"The shorts, too."

In a moment, Ryan was humiliatingly standing half naked in front of the goon, who sat down on Ryan's mattress and said, "Okay, now over my knees."

"You have got to be kidding," thought Ryan, as he assumed the position. His penis was rubbing against the rough wool of Rico's pant legs, and his balls were uncomfortably compressed between the goon's legs. He felt like a naughty 4-year old, especially when the first sharp smack of Rico's hand hit his bare ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! Rico's stinging slaps hurt more than Ryan had expected them to. He established a rhythm, and with each blow, the friction against Ryan's trapped cock was greater. Against his will, he felt himself start to harden, and knew that Rico must be able to feel his stiffening rod between his thighs. Oh, God, Rico was taking a break, gently rubbing his ass cheeks, now. He must know.

Rico smacked him some more. "35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40!" he counted out loud. Then, done with the spanking, he rubbed Ryan's ass again, this time teasing a forefinger between Ryan's cheeks and brushing lightly against his anus for an instant. Ryan's balls tightened, and his heart pounded. Was Rico going to insist on raping him right here? His own erection might betray him and give the goon the idea that he was interested! But no, Rico was telling him to get up. He stood, covering his hard on with both hands—as if Rico hadn't noticed it already.

"I'll come by for your answer on the 12th. By the way, if you bring in anything beyond the 30 G's you owe Louis, you keep 80%. Maybe you could buy yourself some furniture. Get a new start. I suggest you seriously think about quitting gambling, kid. You ain't very good at it."

With the door shut safely behind Rico's exit, Ryan flopped onto his mattress, his cock still hard, shopping bag in hand. He withdrew the video carefully, with two fingers, holding it away from himself. Beneath the video was a layer of tissue paper. And beneath that, an 8 oz. bottle of extra-slippery lube and a box. Ryan forced himself to open the box and look at it: it was an anatomically correct dildo, about 7 inches long, made of flaming pink silicone. He withdrew it gingerly and gave it a shake. The tip wobbled like Jell-O. It looked like a pretty good size, with a large head and a good heft in his hand, and despite himself, Ryan wondered how he measured up to the sex toy. 

He held the dildo up against himself. Not too bad. It was a bit longer and a little thicker, but he was pretty respectable. He added a dab of lube to his palm and enjoyed the smooth feel of it along his shaft. 

Ryan was straight. No question. But like most guys, he had a healthy interest in the full range of sexual experience. He'd done the circle jerk thing with a couple of friends in middle school at sleepovers, enjoying the feel of someone else's hand on his raging dick. Once he'd even stuck a pencil very gingerly up his butt, pretending it was a thermometer at the doctor's office. It felt good. Kind of dirty. So, thinking with his cock now, rather than his head, he lay down on his mattress and generously lubed the tip of the dildo. Shivering a bit even though the room was warm, he spread his legs wide and held his butt cheeks apart with two fingers, then gently touched the slick, pink head of the fake penis against his sensitive asshole and moved it in small circles. His cock jumped at the sensation.

My old girlfriend Sherry used to do something like this, he thought, teasing himself with the silicone glans. She would tickle her finger against my hole sometimes while we were doing it. Thinking about this, he started to exert a little careful pressure against his anus, slowly wiggling the rounded tip of the dildo to open himself up. The stretching sensation felt good, so he continued, stopping once to add more lube, and stroking his aching dick with his other hand. After a few minutes of this, with ongoing gentle pressure, the bulbous tip slipped inside his anal ring. 

Oooh! The pressure and fullness were an incredible turn-on. In a few moments, he'd worked almost half of the silicone dick into his own ass, and was holding the "balls" of the base, slowly pushing the shaft in and out of his ass with one hand, while the other caressed his slippery cock, which was leaking clear fluid. It felt amazing. He was so close to the brink that he was panting, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it: Thud! Thud! Thud! He was too far along to react when he heard Melisssa's key in the door.

Oh, shit, he thought. Could this day get any worse? Here he was: butt-naked, spread-eagled, impaling his own ass on a large hot pink fake cock, and so close to the edge that he came in spurts as she walked through the door and took in the scene.

Melissa's Revenge

Melissa did a double-take as she took in the sight of Ryan, who'd apparently started without her. When she realized exactly what she was seeing, she went immediately into full freak.

"Ryan, what the hell is going on? What on earth are you doing? Are you gay or something?!"

No, baby, I'm not gay," he answered, while trying to unobtrusively remove the dildo. "I can explain!" Too late. She'd seen it. In three steps she'd crossed the tiny apartment and was picking up the pink jelly toy by the balls with two careful fingers. 

"How, exactly, do you explain this? 

In his immediate post-orgasmic glow, Ryan was unfortunately no match for her. He racked his brain for a plausible lie, then settled on the truth. "I've been gambling again, and I owe a lot of money."

"Oh, shit, Ryan, not again. I've already been through this with you. I'm not interested in going through it again. How much do you owe this time?"

"$30,000."

"$30,000! You lost more than money this time around, buddy. You lost me." Melissa tossed her key on his mattress and turned around to leave.

"Melissa, baby, please wait. There's a way I can get out of this. I can pay it all back. And it doesn't involve any gambling. If you stick with me, I swear I'll get help. I'll never gamble again. Not even so much as a lottery ticket. I swear!"

She turned back around to face him. "Keep talking."

"Well, um, that's the reason for the dildo. I mean, you know, the way I pay back the money."

"You pay back $30,000 by sticking a dildo up your ass?"

"No. See, there's this gay club, and they have an auction once a month for straight white guys. They pay a lot of money. A lot of money. If I go along with it. I could bring in more than I owe, and keep most of the difference. It would give us a chance to start fresh."

"Just what are you auctioning, exactly?"

"There's a video." Ryan pointed to it. "I don't know how it goes, I haven't seen it yet. But basically, I'm a virgin that way, and rich gay guys bid on who gets to fuck my ass."

"Let me see if I have this straight. You can pay back the $30,000 you owe, and maybe some extra, by getting naked at a gay club and letting some stranger stick his dick up your ass?"

"Um, yeah, that's about right," muttered a sheepish Ryan. 

Melissa was furious. "You owe me, Ryan. If I stay with you this time, you had better do exactly as I say. Got it?"

"Yes, baby, I get it. I'll do anything."

"Good. We're gonna start right now seeing how disciplined you are. Lay down on your stomach."

Ryan, jeans and shorts still puddled around his ankles, quickly obliged. Melissa pulled off her pantyhose and used them to tie Ryan's hands very securely behind his back. 

"I'm going out for a bit. Shopping. But you're going to stay right here. And since you like your new little friend so much, I expect it to stay exactly where I put it. Spread your legs apart. Wider." 

With that, she squirted a large dab of lube onto the dildo, found the spot, and pushed the fake penis all the way inside of him—much deeper than it had been before. Ryan could feel the thing's balls resting against his own, and realized he now had about 7 inches of plastic lodged in his rectum. With a flick, Melissa switched on a knob he hadn't noticed in his earlier rush, and the silicone cock started to vibrate inside him. Ryan groaned out loud.

"See you later, lover. And I expect to find you right here, and it right there." She snagged the videotape and locked the door behind her.

Home was Melissa's first stop. She had an idea, but first wanted to see the video for herself. Her apartment was 3 blocks away from Ryan's, and she'd started to get aroused as soon as she saw her big hunk of a boyfriend with his legs apart and his cock rigid, working the dildo in and out of his own ass, and her clit was throbbing so hard now that it was distracting. The walk was exquisite torture, especially thinking about how she'd left him—and what she had in mind when she returned.

In her apartment, she loaded the tape into her VCR and settled on her couch with the remote. The first scene was raucous: a club scene with half-naked men with tattoos and nipple rings dancing, loud music, drinking. Some of the men were tongue kissing each other. In a corner, a man was on his knees in front of another man who had his hands in the lower man's hair and an ecstatic expression on his face, no doubt giving him head—right there in the middle of the party. The camera panned around and she could see a stage. This must be it, she thought, and wasn't disappointed. 

An emcee with a microphone announced the start of the evening's festivities: the once-a-month virgin auction! "Well, gents and gents, we'll have 3 young ass virgins for your bidding pleasure a this evening, but first, we've got a really special show for you tonight. From sunny Miami, we've got the one and only Marcus Big!"

The room broke into applause as a burly dwarf clambered onto the stage, dancing to a salsa rhythm and taking off his clothes, each discarded garment met by rousing cheers. His hips swiveled, his shoulders swayed, and when he got to the belt of his slacks, the room fell quiet. As he pulled them off and pushed down his shorts, Melissa could see why. The miniature man had a cock like a baseball bat. Already partially erect from his gyrations, it was easily 10 inches long and as thick around as her wrist. He may as well have had an extra limb. She'd never seen anything like it, and wouldn't have even believed it was possible, except that he was so clearly naked, and there was no hiding that the huge thing was part of him. It hung to his ankles. Even more aroused, Melissa pulled up her skirt and slid a finger into her panties, stroking her slippery clit in circles, in rhythm to the music.

As Marcus danced and stroked himself in front of the crowd, the giant phallus jerked as blood pumped into it and became fully erect and even larger! The announcer's voice called out, "Okay folks, tonight's lucky numbers are 114, 56, and 83," and three men leaped onto the stage and began helping Marcus to caress his huge cock and large, dangling balls. Four men's hands and mouths touched and licked the huge thing for several minutes until he erupted, to great cheers. A moment later, Melissa came, gasping.

"Well, wasn't that great?!" noted the emcee. But now, it's the time you've all been waiting for: let's introduce our first virgin for tonight!"

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Finally, with visions of permanent damage to his manhood, he decided to chance a quick rock. With his hands behind him, he reached down and found the base of the dildo with one hand. Holding it in place, he carefully rolled onto his side, wriggled until his cock sprang free and up against his belly, then landed on his back. Phew! The dildo was safe—and still buzzing.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Melissa paid close attention to the first attractive young man on display for the evening's festivities. Evan was a short, wiry, intense fellow with dark brown eyes and hair.   Dressed in jeans and a button down shirt, he seemed scared, but resigned, which made sense under the circumstances, she thought, eyeing the bulge in his jeans that she suspected she'd see more closely soon enough. 

"Do you, Evan, certify that you are here with us tonight voluntarily, of your own free will, and that no-one coerced you to be here?" 

"Yes sir," he answered in a low voice. 

"And do you solemnly swear that you have never engaged in any sex act with another man?" 

"Yes," came the reply. 

"So, you've never sucked a man's cock, then?" 

"No sir." 

"Never had a man suck your cock?" 

"No." 

"Never taken a cock up the ass?" 

"No!" 

"Or given one?" 

"No." 

"There you have it, people, this boy is genuine cherry! OK, Evan, boy, it's time for you take off your clothes and show us what you've got."

As Melissa watched, the young man reluctantly stripped to the skin, covering his genitals with both hands as soon as he dropped his shorts. On the emcee's instructions, he pirouetted around a full turn in the spotlight, then bent over to show his ass to the crowd, which was met with cheers of approval. The emcee laid his hand on his smooth, white cheeks, and teasingly stroked Evan's asshole, laughing when he visibly flinched. And then the bidding started. Melissa couldn't believe the amounts—it started at $10,000 and quickly reached $41,500 for the final bid. "OK, boy, it's time to assume the position your winning bidder selected. Will it be sunny-side up? Over easy? Or something else. Let's see." He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and opened it: "Ah, sunny-side up it is!"

Two uniformed security guards took the naked Evan by the upper arms, forcing him to reveal his substantial dangling cock and round, pink, dangling balls to the cheering crowd. The guards led him to a table and helped him climb aboard and lay down on his back. "Now," said the emcee, "as you all know, to ensure the complete safety of our winning bidders, the rules require that our virgins be restrained for their very first act of anal penetration for our audience." Evan gulped and nodded, and the security guards fastened leather straps around his upper arms, elbows, and wrists, and around his thighs, knees, and ankles. The emcee pushed a button, and the triangular portion of the table between Evan's legs dropped down. With a push of a second button, the sections of the table under Evan's legs spread wide apart, exposing his unprotected ass to the crowd—and the video camera. 

Melissa was spellbound. Evan looked terrified. A portly man in a business suit ascended the stage, apparently the winner of the round of bidding. "Are the preparations of your virgin to your liking?" asked the emcee. "Yes they certainly are!" the man replied in a deep voice. "Hello, Evan." He walked up to the table and stood between Evan's spread legs, evidently admiring the view. He ran his hands gently over Evan's body, stroking his neck, his chest, tweaking his nipples, while Evan, strapped securely to the table, uselessly tried to avoid the questing hands by wriggling and writhing. 

The man touched slowly, but surely, down Evan's belly, reaching his inner thighs, then softly caressing his cock. The sight of the fully dressed man in a dark suit touching the helplessly bound naked one was amazingly arousing to Melissa. The winner bent and took Evan's limp cock into his mouth, licking and sucking it vigorously into a reluctant erection. Evan closed his eyes and let go as his cock stiffened under the expert coaxing. 




The Gambler Ch. 01



Once Evan's dick was fully hard, the man continued to stroke it with one hand, while he slid the other hand between Evan's legs, first bobbling and gently teasing his balls, then spreading his cheeks apart and finding his sensitive anus and stroking it with a fingertip. Melissa wondered if Evan "practiced" on his own, like Ryan had been doing. 

The man in the suit unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts, revealing a surprisingly thick, dark red, fully erect penis. Laying on his back, completely bound, with his legs humiliatingly spread wide, Melissa was sure that Evan could see the sizable instrument of his own deflowering quite clearly. The man between his legs rolled on a condom and helped himself to a generous dab of lube, dribbling some of it onto Evan's still-hard cock and continuing to stroke it slowly so he wouldn't lose his erection. He placed the nozzle of the lube bottle against Evan's anus and squeezed, and Melissa could see him jump, as if it was very cold. Then the man positioned his big cock against Evan's tiny pink hole, and the camera closed in on the action: the large, rounded head pushing insistently until it slipped inside, then the slow shove of the full bulk of the invading cock into Evan's virgin ass, as he arched his back against the alien intrusion and the crowd roared its approval. He must not have practiced enough, thought Melissa. 

She watched the man's slow thrusts—he'd paid a lot of money for this and planned to take his time and completely enjoy it, she bet. His slick, shiny cock pulled almost all the way out, then sunk all the way back in to the hilt, over and over and over again. One time he pulled out completely and had to repeat the initial penetration, although with Evan loosened up, it went in more easily the second time. With one hand, the man slowly stroked Evan's cock, going faster and faster as he himself got closer and closer. Finally, with a groan, he pulled out his cock, pulled off the condom, and came in spurts on Evan's belly, to great cheers. Then he covered Evan's aching dick with his mouth and finished him off, swallowing every drop of his cum.  

She stopped the tape, rewound and ejected it, and dropped it into her purse. Glancing at her watch, she couldn't believe only half an hour had gone by. She still had shopping to do!

At the local erotica store, Melissa was sure she could find what she was looking for, and she wasn't disappointed. The public deflowering of poor Evan and the wild selection of magazines, videos, and sex toys aroused her, even after she'd taken the edge off earlier. With her purchases discreetly wrapped, she headed back to Ryan's to teach him his next lesson. She wasn't pleased to find him laying on his back, when she'd left him on his stomach. But the dildo was still buzzing, and his cock was rigid—since, with his hands behind his back, he couldn't reach it to get any relief.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, "I had to turn over. I got hard and was afraid I was going to hurt something."

Melissa had already used her pantyhose earlier, and she'd left off her panties when she stopped at the store. Without saying a word, she pulled off her skirt and straddled Ryan's face. Ever the dutiful boyfriend, he obligingly lapped and licked and teased her swollen clit, moving first in slow circles with just the tip of his tongue, then used broad, soft strokes, and then moved his tongue more rapidly back and forth, stopping occasionally to softly suck her clit between his lips and lap up her flowing juices. Aroused even further by his forced task, his cock was strained past the point of pleasure when she finally came, arching her back and thrusting her hips rhythmically against his mouth. 

"That's a little better," she said, climbing off him. 

"Good," he said. "Can you take this thing out of my ass, then?"

"Sure thing!" Melissa replied, slowly withdrawing the buzzing dildo. "Stand up. I want you over here behind the chair."  Ryan moved into position, his arms still behind his back and his aching cock rubbing against the back of the chair, which faced the TV. Melissa pulled a length of rope out of her bag, tied one end of it over his already-bound wrists, and tossed the other over a plant hook in the ceiling that must have been left by a previous tenant. She pulled the rope end until he was doubled over the back of the armchair, his ass completely exposed, and tied the other end to hold him in place. Then she took out two silk scarves and tied his ankles to the chair legs to keep his legs apart. He couldn't move a muscle. Melissa popped the tape into his VCR, then stood up in front of him and withdrew a black leather harness from a bag he hadn't noticed her come in with. 

"What's that?!" he said, alarmed, as she began to strap it around her middle, then realized, with a sinking feeling, what it was, when she withdrew an even larger dildo than the one she'd just removed from him, and fastened it into the center. It was very strange to see his own girlfriend with an "erection," and even stranger to know that she was almost certainly going to shove her "cock" up his ass—and that, tied securely, he couldn't do a thing to stop her. 

Melissa turned on the TV and started the tape, noting, with satisfaction, the horrified expression on Ryan's face as he watched Marcus Big become fully erect on stage. She moved around behind him and began to gently play with his thighs and his ass as Evan took off his clothes, and caressed his balls and his asshole when the guards strapped the young man down.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Ryan.

"Because you don't have much choice about this, Ryan. You need to get out of debt, and they just threw you a lifeline. But we can make it less awful for you if we practice."

"I was practicing."

"Sticking something up your own ass is not the same thing at all as having someone else doing it to you."

She had a point, he thought. But Ryan flinched at the sight of the man's hands running freely over Evan's bound body, and cringed when the man took Evan's cock into his mouth and sucked it until it was hard. On the video, the bidder was now dropping trou and revealing his own red, pulsing erection, and Ryan's eyes bugged out at the sight of it. "Holy shit, that guy's big!"

"I'm bigger," teased Melissa, and at the same time that the man on TV pushed his big cock into Evan's virgin ass, she stood behind Ryan, probed her own lubricated "cock" against his unprotected asshole and pushed it all the way inside. He grunted. It felt very full, but didn't really hurt. Even though the new cock was thicker, it went in pretty easily, since he'd already been opened up by the dildo and she used lots of lube. She thrust in time with the bidder on the screen, slowly and deeply, stopping when the man on TV came.

"You have to let me come!" begged Ryan. 

"Do I?" asked Melissa. "I suppose I should. We wouldn't want to damage the hardware." She untied his hands. It only took him about five quick strokes to explode. "Now, when is this auction?"

"The 14th. Rico's going to ask me about it on the 12th."

"You're going to say yes. I'm going to come along in the audience and watch you getting fucked. And we're going to practice every day between now and then. That's what you need to do to get rid of this debt and to keep me. Got it?"

Ryan's ass was buzzing from all the attention, even without the vibrator, but he knew when he was beaten. "Got it," he said, reluctantly.



The Gambler Ch. 02



Three horses that couldn't lose! Three sure bets. Shit! She tore up her tickets and threw them on the ground. All the money she had made yesterday was gone and she didn't have a damn thing to show for it. And there was still the seventh race to go and Blackie's Tyree was going off at 12 to 1 and Susan was certain that he couldn't lose. Sure, she'd had a run of bad luck, but it was going to turn - she could feel it. She needed to find some money quick; she only had about fifteen minutes to get her bet down on Blackie. She looked around and in less than ten seconds she found what she was looking for; a man of about forty who was staring at her with a look on his face that was saying, "Boy, I sure would like some of that." 

"Come on Little Andy, Mommy's got to do it again," she said to the eighteen month old baby in the stroller as she started to push it in the direction of the man. 

Susan smiled to herself; two days ago and she would have been horrified to even think about what she was about to do. Yesterday had changed all that; Oh God had things changed! Desperation had made her into a whore yesterday, and it looked like it was going to do it to her again today. When she reached the man she said, "Like what you see?" 

The man seemed a bit taken aback by her bold approach, but he recovered quickly, "As a matter of fact I do," he replied. 

"Enough to part with fifty bucks for a blow job?" Susan asked. 

The man gave her a grin and said, "I'd rather fuck you." 

Susan said, "Maybe later, but right now I only have enough time for a blow job. I need to come up with fifty before the seventh race. Yes or no? If not I've got to hurry and find somebody else." 

The man said okay and asked where? Susan looked around, then told the man to follow her, and started pushing little Andy's stroller toward a line of Porta-Johns that were next to one of the race track's walls. She moved into the space between the line of toilets and the wall and looked around to make sure she would be able to do the man and remain unseen. She held out her hand for the money and the man pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket and peeled off five ten dollar bills and placed them on her palm. Susan put the money in her purse and dropped to her knees in front of the man who already had his cock out. 

Susan still wasn't all that keen on performing oral sex, but she had done well enough yesterday and she owed this man a blowjob for his money and she would do her best. She opened her mouth and circled her lips around the head of his prick, her right hand came up to cup his balls and her left wrapped around the base of his cock and she started to suck him off. The man's hands moved to the back of her head and he held her as he began to plunge his cock back and forth in her mouth. 

Little Andy started to fidget and to keep him from starting to cry she dropped her hand from the man's balls and used it to rock Andy's stroller. Susan stopped trying to suck the man's cock and instead clamped her lips tight around him and let him fuck her face. It took only minutes before the man said, "I'm cumming baby, I'm gonna cum in your hot little mouth" and no sooner than he had said it, he did it. Susan choked as the spurts of cum hit the back of her throat and she did her best to swallow it all. The man kept his cock in her mouth until he stopped spurting and started to go limp. Susan, determined to give good value in case she ever needed this man again, licked the man's cock clean. As the man put his cock away he said, "I still want to fuck that tight little body of yours." 

Wiping her mouth clean with a hankie Susan said, "Maybe later. If my horse doesn't win in the seventh I may have to earn some gas money to get home." 

"Who you betting?" asked the man. Susan told him and the man said, "Don't waste your money honey. Bet on Sammy's Child. He's a lock!" 

Susan stood at the rail and watched in disgust as Sammy's Child flew across the finish line five lengths ahead of Blackie's Tyree. As she threw her tickets on the ground the man, who had been standing next to her said, "Do I get to fuck you now?"

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Susan was disgusted with herself. She had been so upset at losing at the track that she hadn't even discussed price with the man, his name was Dan, who had followed her home and then into her bed. They had fucked for over an hour until she told him that they had to stop because her husband would be home soon. It was only after Dan had gone that she'd remembered that she had forgotten to ask for the money. Shit! she said as she changed the bed sheets for the second time in two days, but on her way to the bathroom she saw green on top of the dresser and when she looked she found two one hundred dollar bills. Not bad, she thought, I'm moving up in the world. Yesterday it was a hundred and today I'm up to two hundred. As she took her shower she was already figuring out where the money would go; five on her favorite number, ten toward lottery tickets and the rest to the track - there were some very good horses running tomorrow.

Susan was changing little Andy's diaper when the front door bell rang. Picking up the baby she went to the front door and pulled it open to find Eddie, her bookie, standing there with two other men and a woman. Eddie smiled, "Susan! I was afraid I might not catch you at home. Can we come in?" 

Numbly, Susan stepped aside and let the four of them enter and then she said, "Eddie, you promised me that you would never come to the house." 

"I know, I know" Eddie replied, "But you promised me that you would always pay your losses off on time and I figure your broken promise to me cancels out my promise to you." 

"That's not fair!" Susan cried, "I've always paid you." 

Eddie waggled a finger at her, "You have been promising me for over a month now and I haven't seen a dime. Yet my sources tell me you have dropped at least six bills at the track over the last two days and that was money that you could have given me to pay down your debt. At the very least you could have had the courtesy to place those bets with me instead of giving your money to the track. It wouldn't have drawn down your debt to me, but at least I could have made a buck or two off of it and you would have kept my good will." 

Little Andy started whimpering and Susan said, "I've got to take care of the baby and then I have an appointment at noon so tell me what this is about and then go." 

Eddie's smile went away, "What this is all about is that I have sold your IOU's to Mr. Diamano" and he pointed at the larger of the two men who were with him, "And he is here to discuss with you the method of repayment." 

He turned and headed for the door and partway there he stopped and turned back toward her, "Oh, by the way, don't call me to place any bets anymore. You belong to Mr. Diamano now" and he turned and left.

Diamano said, "Let's get down to business. With transfer fees, penalties and interest, you owe me twenty-two hundred. You got it?" 

Susan was stunned, "But I only owed Eddie seventeen!" 

"Like I said, penalties, interest and fees" Diamano replied. "Do you have the money?" 

Little Andy was crying now and Susan got up and started to walk to the kitchen. Diamano said, "Henry!" and the other man moved in front of her and stopped her. 

"Gloria, take the baby." And the woman reached for Andy. 

Susan tried to step back but Henry put both of his hands on her shoulders and held her in place and then he squeezed. Susan cried out in pain and gave up the baby when the woman again reached for him. 

"Sit down!" said Diamano, "One last time, do you have the money?" 

Susan looked down at her hands and weakly mumbled "No." Diamano looked at her for a moment before saying, "That's too bad." He looked at Henry, "Take her into the bedroom and strip her."

Susan lay on the bed staring at Diamano and Henry as they took off their clothes. She had struggled and had tried to fight Henry, but he had just picked her up like a doll and carried her into the bedroom. He had thrown her on the bed and told her to get undressed and when she hadn't moved he had ripped her clothes off of her. She had deep welts on her shoulders where her bra straps had dug into her flesh before breaking. Diamano approached the bed and said, "This is your first installment. We will call it a collection fee and if you prove to be adequate we will adjust your debt to reduce some of the principal. Do you understand?" 

Susan meekly nodded yes and Diamano had pushed between her legs, lined up his cock and pushed forward. It took him four strokes to work his cock all the way in and then he started to fuck her with slow strokes. Susan, in an attempt to be 'adequate' moved her legs and locked them behind his. She started pushing up to meet his strokes and Diamano started to move a little faster and push into her a little harder. Susan felt the little 'tingle' in her loins that signaled the start of an orgasm building and she started to moan and the moan turned into a string of 'oh oh oh's which in turn became "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." 

Susan was no longer trying to pretend to be adequate, she wanted this orgasm and she began to fuck back as hard as she could. Diamano was fucking her fast and furious now and she was meeting every thrust with an intensity that astonished her. She wanted to make this brute cum, to drain his balls, to show him that she was the best piece of ass he'd ever had. Her heels were drumming on the backs of his legs, her fingernails were dug into the cheeks of his ass and she was crying, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" in his ear. His hands went under her and he pulled her to him and she felt the warmth that told her that he had cum inside her. Diamano kept stroking into her, but she could feel his size diminish and she cried, "Don't stop, don't stop damn you! I'm almost there, I'm almost there!" 

Diamano rolled off her and said, "Give her what she wants Henry, finish her off." 

Henry moved between her legs and sank his hard cock into her wet, juicy cunt and he started fucking her hard and fast. It took twenty strokes of Henry's cock to send Susan over the edge and she fell back on the bed drained of energy, but Henry was just getting started. Susan lay there, breathing deeply, as Henry ploughed her pussy and in only minutes she felt the 'tingle' again. Both men fucked her three times that morning. It was during Diamano's third time that Gloria came into the room. Diamano was fucking her and she was sucking Henry's cock when Gloria came in and said, "The baby's hungry." 

Susan took her mouth off Henry's cock long enough to say, "The formula is in the fridge. Use the blue bottles, not the red ones" and she went back to working on Henry's dick.

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As Susan changed the bed sheets for the third time in as many days, she thought about what Diamano had said as he was leaving, "I'll be back tomorrow at nine in the morning. Either have the money or a plan on how you intend to pay off the debt within the next two weeks." 

As Susan fluffed the pillows she wondered where in the hell she could come up with two grand on short notice and then her train of thought was interrupted as little Andy began to cry. 



The Gambler Ch. 02



Calculus was a whole new experience with a butt plug, thought Ryan, wishing his erection would subside so he could concentrate at least a little on the subject at hand. Melissa had come over early in the morning to start him on his newest lesson, and there would be hell to pay if he removed the big shaft from his ass—or the cock ring from around his balls—before she got home from work at 5:30. It was 2:30 now, and he'd spent half his day trying to hide his hard-on with a notebook and walk as normally as he could. Twice he'd had to duck into a men's role stall and beat off, which helped a little. The constant stimulation was maddening.

"Hey, what's with you today, Walker?" a fellow student asked him. "You look like you got a stick up your butt!"

You don't know how close you are to the truth, thought Ryan. "I, uh, pulled a muscle," he replied. 

"Tough break."

"Yeah."

Finally it was 5:15 and he could head back to his apartment for tonight's "entertainment." Melissa had made him watch Evan's deflowering over and over until he could view all of it without cringing, and maybe even the tiniest flicker of desire. She made him practice taking off his clothes in front of her while standing on top of his mattress, as if she were the audience and he was on stage. Last night she started to leave the window shades open so he could get a feel for what it would be like to know that people might be watching him naked. Tonight, they were moving on to the next segment of the tape, with 8 nights left to go. The second virgin.

"So, Bud, tell us a little something about yourself," asked the emcee to the tall, broad-shouldered young man on stage. 

"I'm, um, studying engineering. At UCLA," replied Bud. 

"Yeah, and how to lose a ton of money," added Melissa. Bud had big brown eyes and was a milk chocolate color that she liked a lot. She couldn't wait to see him naked. 

Ryan was already naked. She'd handcuffed him and hooked his hands above his head to the plant hook, which someone must have thoughtfully screwed into a beam, since it held so well. His ankles were tied to the chair legs, because she liked them apart like that. It made it easier to play with his body when he couldn't do anything to stop her. She tweaked his nipples playfully and ran her hand down his belly, tickling him where she knew he was sensitive and watching him wriggle. With the window shades open, who knew who might be watching.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" asked the emcee. 

"Yeah," replied Bud. 

"So, why are you here with us tonight, Bud?" 

"I needed the money." 

"But you're here of your own free will?" 

"Yeah." 

"Ever been with a man?" 

"No!" 

"Now, son, you watched in the back room when it was Evan's turn and you saw it on the closed-circuit TV. What did you think of that?" 

"I thought that fellow had a mighty fat dick!" The crowd laughed. 

"I thought so too, Bud. You never know who you'll get, of course. I'll just promise you that our bidders always wear a condom and use lots of lube." The crowd laughed again. Marcus looked a little bit relieved. "So, go ahead, Bud, show us what you've got!"

Naked, Bud was even more impressive than he was clothed. He looked like he might be a football player, or at least a weightlifter. He had huge arms, a solid chest, powerful thighs, and a long, thick cock which was still limp. Very nice, thought Melissa. She wasn't surprised this time when the bidding stopped at almost $49,000, and wondered how much Bud owed to Big Louis.  

However much it was, he was paying for it now. The guards strapped Bud into something that looked a lot like a medieval stocks. He was bent over at the waist, with his arms and head locked into slots in a board, and his ankles attached to rings in the floor that were at least 3 feet apart. The net effect was to present his ass like a gift to his bidder, who stood behind him now and fondled it very gently, then went around to Bud's face and unzipped his pants, presenting him with a limp penis. "Suck it hard," insisted the man, rubbing it against Bud's cheeks and lips. 

"Suck it hard," repeated Melissa, and Ryan licked and sucked her plastic phallus. Bud opened his mouth, reluctantly and let the tip of his tongue touch the head of the penis, then closed his mouth around it and began to lick and suck. The crowd murmered as the winner's cock lengthened and thickened into a sizeable erection, slick from Bud's saliva. 

Once hard, the man wasn't especially patient. He walked around to Bud's rear, squeezed and stroked it for a minute, then pulled on a condom and gave himself a good squirt of lube. He inserted the tube into Bud's anus and gave him a squirt as well, Bud startling at the cool intrusion. 

Melissa, who had watched the film before, was ready with some cool lube for Ryan as well.

On screen, the man took his stiff prick in one hand, rubbed against the spot, and thrust steadily until he penetrated deep into Bud's belly. From the side, the camera easily caught the man's long thrusts—he pulled almost all the way out with each one, then penetrated again and again for maximum friction. Bud let out a rhythmic "unh, unh, unh" with each stroke. 

Melissa lubed up her fake cock and shoved it abruptly into Ryan's ass, mimicking the man's technique. 

"This is like feel-o-vision," thought Ryan, watching the screen while he was ritually butt fucked by his girlfriend—with the curtains open so the neighbors could see it all. He imagined them at their windows with binoculars in one hand and their genitals in the other, masturbating furiously to his violation.

After several long minutes, the man pulled out all the way, tore off the condom, and came in spurts on Bud's naked ass, rubbing his cream into Bud's milk chocolate skin. Melissa couldn't accomplish the same, but she pulled out and untied Ryan. Unlike Bud, Ryan had a massive erection and wasn't making any money off of this particular transaction. And unlike Bud, Ryan had a bone to pick with his girlfriend. And turnabout was fair play. Still naked, he rubbed his wrists where the handcuffs had been, musing out loud, "Hmm. So, how do these work?"

Melissa walked right into the trap, handing him the cuffs to examine. Ryan played with them innocently for a minute, then snapped one onto her wrist. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, but he'd already gotten her other arm behind her back and locked the cuffs shut. 

"You've had enough fun with me, baby. It's my turn now." 

Ryan used the ropes she'd left in place to secure Melissa in the position he'd just used: bent over the chair with her arms behind her. He tied her ankles to keep her legs apart, then unsnapped and removed the harness and surveyed his helpless victim. Her ass was smooth and pink, her thighs long and lean and shapely, and he lifted up her tank top to expose her breasts, squeezing them gently to let her know who was boss now. Melissa knew she was overpowered, and felt her excitement rising as she wondered what her pushed-to-the-limit boyfriend would do. Glancing over to the window, she saw a man silhouetted. Naked. Watching them with one arm curved around to his center. She had a pretty good idea that she knew what he was doing.

Ryan picked up a belt from his jeans and used it to smack Melissa's helpless ass. Not too hard, but enough to sting. After he'd made sure that it was a uniform shade of rose, he knelt between her legs and found her erect clit with his questing tongue, caressing it until she was moaning and his face was slick with her juices. Then he pulled on a condom and entered her from behind, finding a slow rhythm. After several thrusts, he withdrew and stopped. 

"Why are you stopping?" gasped Melissa. She was answered by a cool squirt of lube into her anus. "No, you can't do that to me! I've never done that. It'll hurt!" she begged—but she was as helpless to prevent her own anal violation as Ryan had been.

His erection was already liberally lubed with her juices, but he added extra from the bottle, then positioned the head of his cock against her frantically wriggling ass. He took his time, gently rubbing the tip of his penis on her anus, getting her used to the erotic feeling. Then he started to push. 

"Push back against me, it'll go easier for you."

She must have complied. He held his cock in his hand to control the speed, and felt her helpless muscles give way. With slow, continued pressure, his cock head was making progress, invading her virgin ass. In a moment, he slipped inside of the muscular ring. 

"Ohhh!" she groaned, but didn't complain, so he kept up the slow, steady progress, sinking deeper inside of her, until he was buried to his balls in her gorgeous ass.

The friction was incredible! Her ass was tight, and with the plentiful lube, slick and warm. He pulled out and pushed back into her, and she grunted with each thrust. Then he reached around her belly and down to her swollen clit, massaging it with two fingers while he butt fucked her. She whimpered, and begged him, 

"Oh! Do it harder!" thrusting her ass back against him now with each new invasion. She came even before he did, and her internal spasms around his trapped cock triggered his own powerful orgasm.



The Gambler Ch. 03



Susan was feeding little Andy strained carrots when the door bell rang. She looked at the clock, nine already, Diamano was certainly punctual. She wiped the overflow off of little Andy's face and then got up to answer the door. She opened the door to find Diamano, Henry and Gloria waiting and she held the door open for them. Once inside Susan closed the door behind them and followed them into the living room and said, "I'm feeding the baby. It should only take a few more minutes." 

Diamano said, "Gloria." And Gloria said "I'll take over honey" and she headed for the kitchen. 

Diamano pointed to the couch and Susan dutifully sat down. Diamano got right to the point, "How do you plan on taking care of your debt to me?" 

Susan had expected the question, but she wasn't used to Diamano's direct manner; she had an answer for him, of sorts, but hesitated to give it because she didn't think it would satisfy him. She thought back to the previous day, Diamano and his crew (as she'd come to think of them) had no sooner gone than the phone rang. It was Tony, one of the guys from her first day as a paid whore, and he wanted to know if he and a couple of friends could come over. She had glanced at the clock and seen that she had plenty of time before her husband got home from work and she had said yes. Their visit had been brief, but profitable; she had sucked the cocks of the four men and then had fucked them, and had collected $600 for her time. After they had gone she had remembered what Andy, the young black man had said about helping her if she decided to sell her body on a steady basis. She had looked up his number and called him and asked him if he was still willing to help her. She had explained her situation and her need to make two grand and he'd told her that he would see what he could do, "You know what this makes me, don't you?" 

When she had said no, Andy had laughed and said, "It means that I'm your business agent, your pimp, and that I'm working on commission. Don't worry, I'll be gentle" and he'd hung up. He'd called back an hour later, "I got you something. It will get you a grand, but I don't know if you are going to want to do it." 

"What do you mean?" Susan had asked. 

Andy said, "It's a stag party and there could be as many as twelve dudes there. Do you think you are up to it?" 

Susan had taken several moments to think about it saying, "I have no choice, I have to do it." 

Andy had said he'd set it up and get back to her. 

"Well?" Diamano's voice broke into her train of thought. 

Susan looked up from her hands and said, "I can give you $200 now and I'll have a grand to give you by the end of the week. That will leave $800 and I'll get that to you by the end of the following week." 

"Wrong!" Diamano said, "The interest on your debt is twenty percent per week. That means another $360 gets added on this Friday. If you pay the grand before Friday it will still be twenty percent on the remaining balance, which brings your debt to $960. Henry and I are both going to fuck you again today, primarily as an object lesson to show you what you have to look forward to if you don't pay according to the schedule that you just set for yourself. If you don't meet that schedule you are going to spend a lot of time on your back with your clothes off. Do you understand me?" 

Susan nodded her head yes and Diamano said, "Good! Today's session will knock off another $200 so you are only looking at $1600 which should pose no problem for you if you follow your schedule." He got up; "Shall we move to the bedroom?"

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As Susan changed the sheets yet again she wondered if she should buy several more sets. If today was any indication she probably should. Both Henry and Diamano were in fine form and they had fucked her for over an hour. Both of them had fucked her twice and as much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, she had loved every bit of it and had even hoped that they could have gone a third time. 

When this play for pay thing of hers had started it was because of desperation, but the more she screwed, the more she came to like it, and if she ever got her ass out of debt she didn't think she could ever go back to being a one man woman. What that would do to her marriage she could not imagine any more than she could imagine what would happen if Brian ever found out about her gambling. There was no way she could ever let her husband find out about her gambling. Brian's straight-laced upbringing would have him looking at her as a handmaiden of the devil. He would accept her as a whore easier than he would accept her as a gambler, or so she believed. She could be wrong, but could she chance finding out? No, she didn't think so. 

She also wondered about the curious conversation she had had with the woman Gloria as Diamano and his crew were leaving. Gloria had hung back a little and as soon as Diamano and Henry were out of earshot she'd said, "Make sure you meet that schedule honey. They don't want you to and they are hoping that you don't. They have plans for you and you're not going to like them" and then she'd hurried of to catch up with Diamano. 

They had plans for her? What possibly could that mean?



The Gambler Ch. 03



It was 8th—4 days before Ryan had to give Rico his answer, not that there was any question what that answer had to be. Tonight, Melissa had him strip naked and lay on his back on the bed, his legs spread wide and his ankles tied to the bed supports to keep him that way. She was standing between his legs with the strap-on in position, and hit "go" on the VCR so they could watch the last deflowering. 

Mike, a short, skinny redhead, looked barely 18 and completely terrified. Yet even before he was strapped down to the table as the final sacrifice of the evening, his cock had already stiffened. It was surprisingly long and thick for such a little guy. You just never knew what a guy was packing, thought Ryan, as Melissa's strap-on invaded his tight asshole again, shoving all the way in. 

Mike's fair skin flushed pink all over as the invading cock found its mark and plunged into his ass. His large erection wobbled with each thrust, but the man deflowering him didn't make a move to touch it. And maybe Mike had seemed terrified before, but the look on his face now looked much closer akin to pleasure, as he tossed his head from side to side and moaned at his anal invasion. The man plowing his virgin rectum took long, slow, deep thrusts. And the crowd went wild when Mike's big cock twitched and he came all over his own chest, just from the stimulation of his ass.

Ryan wasn't quite that lucky. Melissa was plowing him, but his own cock was rigid and nearly purple, and not getting anywhere without a helping hand. She took pity on him and stroked his aching heat with her small, cool hand while she fucked him. With a loud groan, he came on his own belly. 

D-Day Even with all the practice, Ryan still never quite saw himself here, in the landscape of the video he'd seen, getting ready to take the stage. But here he was backstage, his heart racing, as he waited for his turn in the lights. He was having a hard time imagining anything more humiliating than giving up his anal cherry in front of a cheering audience, but knew his own actions had led him to this pass. The guy ahead of him was coming back through the curtain now, walking slowly, as if his ass hurt. It probably did! The stagehand motioned to Ryan, and he gulped and followed.

... "And here comes our last virgin of the night: Ryan!" The announcer's voice rang out to the crowd, and Ryan found himself onstage. 

"Do you, Ryan, certify that you are here with us tonight voluntarily, of your own free will, and that no-one coerced you to be here?" 

"Um, yes. Yes," he replied, finding his voice. 

"And do you solemnly swear that you have never engaged in any sex act with another man?" 

"No, I've never done anything sexually with another man," Ryan answered truthfully.

"Right, then! Ryan, it's time for you to show our audience what you're packing. Strip for us now."

He'd seen the videos over and over, thanks to Melissa, and knew this was coming. But somehow actually standing in front of a small sea of leering male faces was still different than being in front of the open window, imagining that someone might be looking. He heard hoots and whistles as he unbuttoned his shirt, tugged it out of his pants, and shrugged it off. He pulled off his t-shirt, and someone cheered, loudly. The clapping started after he'd pulled off his shoes and socks and reached for his belt buckle. With a gulp, he proceeded, unbuttoning his jeans, lowering the zipper, and pushing the unfastened pants down his hips. Finally, to shouts of "Take it off! We wanna see your dick!" he let his shorts fall to his ankles and he was naked. 

"Nice, Ryan. Now turn around so our bidders can see what we want them to pay for."

Flushing pink, Ryan forced himself not to cover his package as he slowly spun, letting the audience see his lean, taut thighs, his smooth round ass, broad shoulders, muscled calves. He was the tallest and best looking of that evening's entertainment, and as embarrassing as this was, at least he'd be leaving his debt behind him and getting a fresh start. He comforted himself with that thought as the bidding started, fast and furious. Who would be sticking his cock in his virgin ass, he wondered? Would it be long and thin? Short and thick? Would the guy take his time, or pound him hard? He hoped he'd use a lot of lube. 

... "$56,000—a new record, gentlemen!" the emcee announced, gleefully. "And, we have an unprecedented special offer. This is new, folks, it's never been done before. So, Ryan, here's the deal. Our winner is willing to deflower you himself. Or—and there's a $10,000 bonus in it if you say yes—Marcus Big will do it!"

The crowd went crazy, cheering so loud that Ryan's ears rang. Marcus Big? Who the hell...oh! That dwarf! The one he'd seen in the video with the monster cock. Oh, shit, he thought. An extra $10 G's—if I let the biggest cock I've ever seen into my ass. What a choice. He silently thanked Melissa for the preparation she's insisted on, swallowed hard, and replied, "Yes."

"Good choice, Ryan," the emcee enthused. "In fact, to thank you for the increased entertainment value, we'll even get an audience volunteer to suck your cock while Marcus takes your cherry. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. "I think I would."

In her seat, Melissa was glad she'd worn a skirt. Figuring—correctly—that she'd be the only woman in the club, and no-one would even look at her, she skipped panties when she got dressed that evening. Her denim mini skirt was soaked with her juices even before Ryan came on stage and stripped, from her excitement at watching the first two virgins and imagining her gorgeous boyfriend getting fucked by a man. Her clit was rigid, but she held off on rubbing it until now, when the thought of Marcus Big's huge cock sliding up Ryan's rear passage was too much to take. She reached under her skirt and started to tease herself slowly with feather light strokes as she watched the preparations on stage. 

"How do you want him prepared, Marcus?" the emcee asked the little man. 

"Truss him," the dwarf replied.

Ryan was guided to lie down on the table he'd seen before. His heart raced as the security guard fastened the leather straps around his arms, holding him in place. One strap crossed his belly at his hip bones, keeping his upper body fastened to the table with his ass at the very edge. The observing crowd hushed as the guard raised Ryan's left leg and placed a strap with a large, metal ring around his knee. Ryan flinched at the intimate touch. Then the guard strapped his ankle to his thigh, just below his groin, and repeated the process with Ryan's right leg. Finally, the guard spread Ryan's legs wide, one at a time, and clipped the rings at his knees to the table. The effect was to spread Ryan like a butterfly on a pin, with his genitals fully exposed, and his ass cheeks held tautly apart. Finding his asshole was not going to be a problem, Ryan thought wryly. Somehow, this position seemed even more humiliating than any of the others he'd seen in the videos. He tried to relax as a wooden box was placed at the end of the table for Marcus to stand on. 

On the giant screens, Ryan could see his soon-to-be deflowerer shoving his pants down, exposing his already half-hard manhood, which was stiffening in quick jerks as blood pulsed into it. The dwarf stroked his massive tool with both of his small, stubby hands, as the audience howled its approval. The security guard handed him a giant condom, which he slowly unrolled over his throbbing meat. 

Ryan, eyes wide, turned his head and searched the crowd for Melissa. She caught his eye and mouthed, "I love you," and he nodded, a little calmed. The announcer directed a large, stocky man with an open shirt and a thickly furred chest to stand at Ryan's side, facing the stage. 

"Start 'im up," instructed the dwarf, and the hairy men bent and took Ryan's soft cock entirely into his mouth. In her seat, Melissa applied a bit more pressure to her slippery clit as she watched her boyfriend's cock engulfed in a man's mouth for the first time. Ryan's hips writhed, and he sighed, realizing that a warm, wet mouth was a warm, wet mouth. He closed his eyes and felt his cock thickening and lengthening under the man's expert ministrations. Marcus Big climbed the steps between Ryan's spread thighs, and Ryan startled as the small man trailed his fingertips between his ass cheeks, lightly brushing his asshole. Involuntarily, he opened his eyes and looked at the screen, seeing the head bent over his now fully erect cock, the pink tongue trailing slowly from tip to base—giving him enough stimulation to keep him hard, but not enough to let him cum. 

Marcus Big focused his efforts on Ryan's crinkled, pink hole, deliberately tracing each delicate, lubed bump with a stubby finger, moving in slow circles. Ryan, for his part, was more turned on than he thought he'd be. All of the anal stimulation Melissa had been dealing out for the past couple of weeks was making him crave the feeling of being filled, although he was frankly terrified at the thought of Marcus' enormous size. He groaned out loud when he felt Marcus's soft, wet tongue circling his sensitive asshole, then lapping at it insistently, and even forming into a point and poking inside. Watching himself being rimmed on the giant screen multiplied the feeling. 

Ryan's volunteer cocksucker was now running his tongue around the head of his swollen glans, and Marcus squirted a generous amount of lube and wriggled one thick fingertip into his tight hole and ran it around in a circle, just inside the tight ring of protesting muscle. The feeling was incredibly erotic—scraping gently against sensitive nerve endings and patiently stretching him for penetration. The small man continued his circling, finally thrusting the thick finger inside, and then adding a second, and finally a third. He twisted his small hand one way and the other to continue widening Ryan's opening. Finally, it was time.

Melissa held her breath, watching the dwarf hold his huge cock in one small hand, generously lubing the condomed tip with the other, and smearing extra lube on Ryan's vulnerable asshole. Ryan watched the enormous, plum-like, bulbous tip approaching his virgin hole and then brushing intimately against his flesh. His own cock was rigid and leaking clear precum, which was lapped up enthusiastically by the man leaning over him. Marcus applied steady pressure, and Ryan bore down to make the entry easier. Melissa teetered on the edge of a violent orgasm, watching the huge, pale shaft start to penetrate her defenseless boyfriend. The crowd gasped, collectively, as the round head popped through the anal ring and into Ryan's ass.

The cocksucker took Ryan's balls into his mouth and sucked on them, one at a time, as Marcus slowly pushed the length of his engorged manhood into Ryan's virgin rectum, an inch at a time. Ryan felt very stretched and increasingly full. The tip of Marcus's phallus was soft and spongy, and even the shaft was a bit rubbery. It slid into him and filled him fuller than he'd ever been, until the little man was balls deep in his ass. The crowd cheered its approval, and a glance at Melissa found her with her head thrown back, in the throes of a powerful orgasm. He smiled at the sight.

Marcus and the volunteer sucking Ryan's cock established a rhythm. With each deep thrust into Ryan's ass, Ryan's cock was fully engulfed in the man's mouth. In and out. In and out. In and out. The audience started to clap to the rhythm the three men established, yelling, "Make him cum! Make him cum! Make him cum!" Each deep thrust rubbed Ryan's prostate, and he felt pressure building for an orgasm that promised to be bigger than anything he'd ever felt before. He groaned out loud and his nipples tightened. With one, final deep thrust, Marcus pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and came in long, white jets on Ryan's chest at the same time that the man sucking Ryan's cock pulled his mouth away and Ryan spurted his own seed onto his belly. The applause was deafening, and Ryan's ears rang from the force of his climax. He was drenched in sweat and cum, exhausted, and limp as a noodle. And his ordeal was over. 

Backstage, Ryan's arm around Melissa, Rico handed him a check that would cover a new start—and extracted his promise to never gamble again. 



The Gambler Ch. 04



Susan was soaking in the tub when the call from Andy came, "You going to be home for a while?" 

Susan said she would be and Andy said he would be right over. As Susan put down the cordless phone she wondered if she should bother getting dressed. Probably not. Lately, she thought, every guy who walks through the front door fucks me. After she had dried off and put on her makeup she went to the closet and selected her frumpiest looking robe; no sense putting on something sexy and asking for it, she thought, and then went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. The doorbell rang (the sound of doom she was beginning to think) and Susan answered it to find Andy and another black man standing on the porch. She stepped aside to let them in and then had them follow her into the kitchen where she offered them both coffee which they accepted. 

"Honey," Andy said, "This is Jerome and Jerome is the man who put together the stag party and he wanted to meet you before he agreed to give you the gig. But before we go any farther I want to be sure that you know what you are getting yourself into. The party is a bachelor's party for Jerome's brother and there are seven invited guests plus Jerome and his brother. Yours will be the only white face in the crowd. And," he went on, "There is also the possibility that the word might go out that there is a good looking white broad taking on all comers and there could be some party crashers. Jerome and I will try and control things, but I can't promise you anything except we won't let you be physically abused. Knowing this, do you still want to do it?"

Susan was silent for several moments and then she said, "I really don't have any choice. I have to pay my bookie off by Friday or I'm in deep trouble." 

Jerome spoke for the first time, "Andy has already told me that you're a great piece of ass, and I can see for myself that you are gorgeous, but I want to find out how good you are myself." 

Susan looked him right in the eye and then she stood up and slowly let her robe slip from her shoulders to the floor. Jerome looked at her and said, "Not bad, not bad at all, but that's not what I want to check out. He unzipped his pants and took out his rapidly hardening cock. Susan's eyes never left his as she sank to her knees in front of him and licked the head of his cock. She licked it twice more like she would lick a lollipop and then she lowered her head and took him in her mouth. For two minutes she sucked on the hard shaft while massaging Jerome's balls and then she stood up and headed for the bedroom. Half way there she stopped and turned around, "Well, are you coming or not?" Andy and Jerome both got up and followed her.

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Susan was surprised. She had expected Brian to throw a fit when she told him that she was going to a Mary Kay party given by one of her girl friends and that he shouldn't wait up for her. Brian did not usually like to be left alone with little Andy, but he had simply said, "Fine. Have a nice time and don't worry about us guys, we'll be all right, won't we Champ?" as he took little Andy from her. A feeling of love and tenderness came over Susan at those words and she hated herself for deceiving Brian. She wished she could tell him about her gambling debts, but she knew he wouldn't understand and it would only create more problems. She bent and kissed him and then she left.

It was just as Andy said it would be; the room was a sea of black faces and she felt an unaccountable tingle as she realized that she was really looking forward to the night's experience. She had planned to do a slow strip tease to warm things up, but she soon found out that as far as the men were concerned things were already hot enough. Two guys came up to her and walked her to the couch and proceeded to undress her. They sat her down on the couch and then one sat down on either side of her and they began to play with her tits. A third man pushed her legs apart and then knelt between them; she felt fingers being pushed into her pussy and as the man began to finger-fuck her she looked around the room and saw all the men shedding their clothes. A fourth man appeared in front of her, his stiff cock swaying back and forth in front of her face and the man's hands went to the back of her head and he pulled her mouth onto him.

Susan was being turned on quicker than she thought possible. She started hunching her pussy at the hand that was finger fucking her and the guys working on her tits stopped what they were doing and pulled her down on the floor. She was put on her hands and knees and the man who had been fingering her pussy moved behind her and she felt his cock probing for her opening. The large knob finally found what it was looking for and she felt it being pushed into her. The man whose cock had been in her mouth had followed her to the floor and her head was now bobbing up and down on him. She felt hands playing with her tits and someone grabbed her right hand and put it on his cock and she began to awkwardly stroke it. The man whose cock she was sucking suddenly grabbed the back of her head and held it still and she felt the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. She struggled to swallow his outpouring without choking and finally he released her head and pulled his dick out of her mouth. He rolled away from her and another man took his place, and as her mouth closed around him the man fucking her started to pound hard into her; he grabbed her hips and pushed into her as deep as he could go and Susan felt the wet heat that told her she had just taken his load. He pulled out of her and some one else immediately took his place and rammed his cock into her. 

Susan lost track of time as cock after cock emptied itself in her mouth and pussy. She had orgasm after orgasm until she was weak from exhaustion, and then, suddenly, it was over. Everyone was gone except for Andy and Jerome. They helped her to her feet and Susan saw a look of awe on Jerome's face. 

"Jesus," he said, "You were awesome. I've never seen anything like it. I just wish I'd had a video camera so I could have taped it. If I can set it up will you do it again?" 

Susan smiled and said, "As long as the price is right just give me a call." 

Andy helped her into the bathroom and helped her clean up. He had taken charge of her clothes as she had been stripped and so they were still clean and presentable. Looking at herself in the mirror as she applied her makeup she thought, "At least you don't look like you've just been gangbanged," but she knew that she didn't dare let Brian fuck her tonight. She was so loose and sloppy down there that he wouldn't even be able to touch the sides. Andy walked her to her car and just before she got in the car he handed her an envelope, "Here's your fee baby. I'll stop by in a day or two and collect my commission."

She looked at him and said, "You never did tell me what your commission was." 

Andy smiled at her and said, "I'm going to take it in trade." 

Susan dropped the envelope in her purse and turned to him. She leaned forward and kissed him, "Any time lover. Just call and I'm yours." 



The Gambler Ch. 05



Susan pulled into the slot in the supermarket parking lot. She got out, took the stroller out of the car and then helped little Andy out of his car seat. She was putting Andy in the stroller when a white van pulled up next to her. The side door slid open and Henry stepped out. He motioned for her to get in the van and she bent over to take Andy out of the stroller, but Henry said, "Leave the kid. Gloria will take care of it." 

Susan climbed in the van and found Diamano sitting on a couch and before she was even fully inside the van his hand shot out toward her, "The money!" 

Susan looked at the outstretched hand and felt sick inside. "I don't have it," she said. She thought back to yesterday, so full of promise at the start, so disastrous at the end. Susan had gotten out of bed feeling curiously refreshed and she knew it was going to be a great day. While having her first cup of morning coffee she had read her horoscope in the morning paper - "Your investments will bear fruit so press your advantage. Beware of confrontational personal matters." 

By ten in the morning she knew what she had to do. She packed up little Andy and had gone out to the racetrack. She had won $200 on the first race, $165 on the second and $210 on the third. Knowing that her luck had finally changed she had plunged heavily on the next three races and when it was time for the seventh to run she was broke. She had gotten up this morning and gathered together all of her jewelry and she was going to pawn it as soon as she left the grocery store. 

"I'll have some of it a little later today, I promise," she'd said, but Diamano just looked past her, "Gloria - bring her car and follow us." 

Susan paled, "Where are you taking me?" as Henry climbed in the van and pulled the door closed. 

"To a place where you will settle your debt to me."

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Half an hour later the van pulled up outside a warehouse on the outskirts of town and Henry helped Susan out of the van and then took her by the arm and led her inside. The inside of the warehouse had cables running all over the floor and a lot of what looked like spotlights. There were several pieces of furniture lying about in a haphazard manner and there were ten or twelve people running around and moving things. Diamano hollered, "Sylvia" and a harried looking middle-aged woman hurried up to him. He pointed at Susan and said, "Here's the talent. Get her ready for scene one." 

The woman looked at Susan and said, "Follow me dear" and started walking away. Susan did not follow. "What is this?" she asked, "What's going on here?" 

Diamano gave her a menacing look and said, "You just do what you are told and you and your kid will leave here unhurt and debt free. You give me any trouble and you just may not leave here unhurt." 

Angrily Susan said, "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on here!" 

Diamano looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You, my dear, are going to star in a porno movie. In scene one your husbands boss will stop by the house with some papers for your husband to sign and finding you home alone he will seduce you. In scene two you will be fucking the two men who have just delivered your new bedroom set. In scene three your next door neighbor will come over for coffee and you will eat her pussy while she eats yours and in scene four you will be fucking your neighbors husband when yours comes home and catches you. He will decide to join in - The End. Roll credits." 

Susan was aghast! "I will do no such thing! I am not a slut who will just spread her legs because someone like you says, "Do it!" 

Diamano laughed, "Honey, you have been selling it for the past week now and that makes you either a slut, a whore, a prostitute or a hooker - you pick whatever name for it you like. Oh, don't you give that hurt, shocked look. Did you think I wouldn't keep an eye on you? You will do it all right, one way or another. I'll scrap the first version and we can do a rape movie instead. Or better yet" and he hollered for Gloria, "Come here and bring the kid." 

In a few moments Gloria appeared with little Andy. "Gloria here has a bad case of dropitus. If she forgets to take her medicine she gets real clumsy and careless. Have you taken your medicine yet today Gloria?" 

Gloria shook her head 'no'. Diamano looked at Susan and said, "Let's hope she doesn't drop your kid head first onto this hard concrete floor. Could be bad for him, know what I mean?" 

Susan doubted that Diamano would let that happen, but she couldn't be sure and so she resigned herself to the fact she was about to become a porn star.

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Susan hadn't realized that making a movie could be so hard. The heat from the lighting was intense and the actual fucking was difficult. She would just get comfortable and get into a rhythm when someone would yell "cut" and she would have to stop and change positions. In over an hour of off again,on again fucking she'd not had one enjoyable moment; the tingle she was used to feeling when she was screwing just wasn't there, so it came as somewhat of a let down, when after five minutes of being dicked by her co-star someone hollered, "Okay, give us the cum shot." Her partner pulled out of her, moved up to her head, stroked himself and then shot his load of cum all over her face. "Cut!" someone hollered, "Good job people. Get her cleaned up Sylvia. Times awasting and time is money."

Susan had a hard time believing it. She had been fucked by five different men for over three hours and had gotten nothing out of it. Ten minutes at home with a dildo would have given here more. When it had come time for the lesbian scene she was surprised to find that her co-star would be Gloria, and even more surprised to find that it wasn't as bad as she had feared it would be, but she knew that it would never be her 'thing'. Finally, someone hollered, "Cut! It's a wrap. All right guys, go for it," and Susan was suddenly surrounded by a bunch of men stripping off their clothes. 

"What's going on?" she had asked and Gloria had smiled at her, "It's their version of a wrap party. Relax, enjoy it." 

For the next two hours she and Gloria had taken on every man who was there, some more than once, and Susan had had more than enough orgasms to make up for what she didn't get during the filming. At one point, when she had been on her hands and knees sucking one cock while another pounded her from behind, she had looked over to find Gloria in the same position and she wondered why they didn't just film this instead of the stupid movie. Fifteen minutes later, when she had a cock up her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth while two guys held her up so she could jack both of them off, she had the thought again - this would have been Academy Award stuff. When it was over and she was dressed and getting ready to leave Diamano handed her a piece of paper and a pen. "What's this?" she'd asked. 

"A model release. Sign it." 

She signed on the line he indicated and gave him back the form. He handed her another piece of paper; "This is a phone number where you can reach me. You did okay today. With some work and a little direction you could do even better. The usual fee for what you did today is $3000. Not bad for less than six hours work. Then of course, there is the cast party, which you seemed to enjoy. Think about it." 

Susan wadded up the piece of paper in her hand and was about to throw it on the floor, but she hesitated at the last moment and put it in her purse. She picked up little Andy and looked at her watch. She had just enough time to get home and fix Brian his dinner.



The Gambler Ch. 06



It had been three months since Susan had been forced to make the porno film and her life had settled down some. She was still seeing five or six guys a week at a $100 a pop and she had done two more stag parties that Andy and Jerome had set up. She had even made two more films for Diamano. She didn't need the money - the track was closed for the season, but she had come to love all the sex she was having and why not make money at it? She figured she could have a very nice nest egg when the track reopened.  Diamano wanted her to make more films, and had even offered to up her fee from $3000 to $4000. She hated making the films, but the wrap parties were great. She was in the kitchen fixing dinner when she heard her husband come in the front door. She went to the fridge and got the pitcher of ice cold vodka martinis she'd made and poured Brian a glass. When he came into the kitchen she walked up to him and handed him the martini and was about to kiss him when he threw the drink into her face. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the living room and threw her down on the couch.

"Just you sit there and keep your fucking mouth shut" he commanded as he walked over to the TV and VCR. Taking a videotape out of his coat pocket he shoved it in the VCR and turned on the TV. He turned to her as the picture formed on the screen, "The Restless Housewife" starring Tracey Cummings in her debut as America's new porn queen" rolled across the screen and then she saw herself. The blood drained from her face as Brian said, "This little gem showed up on my desk last week in an envelope from our Los Angeles office with a note that said, "Thought you ought to know." "At first I didn't want to believe it, but there is no denying that it's you. It made me wonder about what else you were doing while you were supposed to be here taking care of the house and raising my son, so I hired a private detective" and he reached into his briefcase and took out a large manila envelope which he tossed at her. 

"Open it up." 

Numbly she did what she was told and took out the contents, a large stack of 8 x 10 glossies. They were pictures of her with every one of the men she had fucked over the last week, and some of them even showed her collecting the money. She couldn't think of anything to say so she just stared down at her lap. 

"How long has this been going on and for God's sake, why?" 

Susan started to weep and as the tears trickled down her cheeks. Brian snorted in disgust, "Don't pull that 'poor me' crap on me cause I ain't buying it. Stop your damn crying and answer my question." 

Susan got up from the couch and ran for the bedroom and threw herself down on the bed. Brian followed her into the room and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed and pitched her onto the floor saying, "This is my bed and my bedroom and you are no longer welcome in either one. Now answer my question or I'll throw your sorry ass out into the street." 

Between sobs Susan told Brian the whole story, even the parts he could have never found out about. She told him about how she had felt forced into it the first few times, but then how she'd come to enjoy all the sex and the different variety she experienced. When she was done Brian had shaken his head and said, "I can't believe that you could have been so utterly stupid. You can use the guest room until I decide what I'm going to do about this" and then he walked out of the room leaving her sobbing on the floor.

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It was two days before Brian spoke to her again and during those two days she had stopped taking calls from Andy, Jerome, and all of her other regulars. She let the answering machine take them and then she erased them before Brian got home. She kept the house clean, did the laundry and the shopping; she fixed his dinner and left it on the stove and she made sure that she and little Andy were in the guestroom when he got home. She'd had plenty of time to think about her situation and while she knew Brian was justified in his anger, she also knew that cowering and hiding in the guestroom wasn't going to accomplish anything. She needed to start planning the rest of her life - a life she had never envisioned without Brian. She loved him, she always had, and the fact that she had come to love the cocks of many others wasn't going to change that. She had $10300 saved from selling her pussy and making movies and that would be enough to get her an apartment somewhere and furnish it, and she could find a job. She smiled at that - I already have a trade, she thought, and a loyal customer base. She decided she would move out the next day while Brian was at work. 

That night Brian had called her into the kitchen; "I've decided what we are going to do. I've decided that given what you've become, to use your talents to my advantage. For years now I've been supplying my out of town customers with whores and paying for them out of my commission checks. This has reduced my take home on some paydays, but I eventually made it back on increased sales. I don't have to do that anymore. From now on you will take care of them." 

Susan was shocked at what she was hearing. Her Brian, her darling stick in the mud self righteous Brian paying for prostitutes, and now he expected her to do it in their place (not that she would mind of course). Maybe she didn't know this man at all. 


"Do I have any say in this?" she asked. 

"Absolutely" Brian replied, You can say yes or you can pack your bags and say goodbye." 

Susan knew she was going to say yes, but first she said, "What about us?" 

Brian was silent for a minute and then he said, "I don't honestly know. Over the last few months you went from being mediocre in bed to being an absolutely marvelous piece of ass and I don't really want to give that up, but I don't know that I'll ever be able to trust you again." 

Susan stood up and said, "You have to trust me now - I'm your new business partner and the Absolutely Marvelous Piece of Ass is on her way to the bedroom where she will be waiting for an Absolutely Marvelous Fucking" and she headed for their bedroom.

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As the elevator made it's way slowly up to the thirty-second floor Susan thought back on the last six months of her life and how she had changed. She had gone from being a reluctant cocksucker to being an avid one; from hating anal sex to loving it; from nursing a prejudice against blacks, Asians, and Latinos to not caring about the color of the cock as long as it was hard. But by far the biggest change had come in her marriage. Her sex life with Brian had run the gamut from four to five times a week when they were first married, to twice a week and then to twice a month and now they were suddenly back to damn near every day. It had not been a sudden thing of course, but it had not taken long once Brian started sending her out to fuck his customers and clients. 

She had come home one night from dinner, dancing, and no holds barred sex with one of Brian's customers to find him sitting in front of the TV masturbating while watching her porno tape (the first one- Diamano hadn't yet sent her copies of the other two). It was at that point she knew that her marriage was safe. In bed that night Brian had asked her how it had gone and instead of just saying "all right" she had described the evening in graphic detail and it had inflamed Brian. He had become insane with lust and had fucked her for over two hours. In the morning she had been awakened by Brian eating her pussy - a pussy that still had the cum of two men in it. 

From there it had progressed to him wanting to see her in action and so one night she had Andy and Jerome come over after putting little Andy to bed and they had fucked her to exhaustion while Brian had watched from the closet. Once they left he had come out of the closet and had tried to fuck her to death and then he had gone down on her and sucked every bit of the cum out of her. Now once or twice a week he watched from the closet while she fucked and sucked some one or some ones, and then he would come out and fuck her and then drain her of cum. He particularly liked it when she had four or five guys fuck her, and he had even talked her into calling Diamano and telling him she would make more porno flicks for him. And while he hadn't yet suggested it, she knew it was only a matter of time before he came out of the closet and began to participate.

Susan knocked on the door of room 3217 and a fairly good-looking man of about forty answered it. Past him she saw two more men in the room. Susan smiled and said, "Good evening. I believe I'm the evenings entertainment" and she walked into the room.