5 comments/ 57957 views/ 4 favorites Whitney Ch. 01 By: pwapp It had been a bad afternoon at the casino and the prospects weren't looking much better for the evening when Whitney popped into my life. My wife was out of town visiting her family and I decided to spend a day or so at an Indian casino less than an hour from my house. With ever intention of spending most of the time gambling, I went ahead and booked a room at the casino hotel so I would have a place to crash and burn and take a shower. It wasn't Vegas, but then what is? But when you live in the Midwest you take what you can get and this was the most convenient way I could contribute to the local economy. I had been at the casino about five hours and was ready to go check in, grab a shower, get a bite to eat, relax a little and then head back to try my luck later that night. Losing steadily at the blackjack table I wondered over to the slot machines, made a little bit of a comeback and then sat there and gave it back to them. I hadn't even noticed the cute young lady at the slots a row away from me until she started walking my way with a bewildered, almost scared look on her. She walked up and smiled and asked if I was doing any good. I told her I wasn't. "That machine I am on is hot, I know it is, it always is for me, but I am out of money," she sighed. I looked her over. Dark hair, tall, beautiful tits I guessed at 36C encased in a tank top with some type of tattoo on the top of the right one, nice legs in super tight blue jeans and a pretty smile. I reached in my pocket and all I had left was a $20. I handed it to her and said, "Go make us some money." She thanked me and scampered back to the machine she had been at before "some old lady" could take it from her. I finished dumping what I had in the machine and walked over to her. "Oh hi, my name is Whitney," she smiled as a $30 payoff rolled up on the machine. I introduced myself. "Hold old do you think I am," she asked with a smile looking up from the machine after getting another decent hit. I've never been stupid enough to try and guess women's ages, but in this case I couldn't go too wrong. "Barely old enough to get in here, probably," I replied with a smile enjoying the nice view from standing and looking down her tight tank top. "I'm 24," she cooed back. I was old enough to be her father. Maybe older at 45, hell who knew? "Where do you live?" she continued playing 20 questions and hitting small payoffs that were keeping us playing. I told her. "That's where I live too," she said. At about that time we hit a $300 payoff. She jumped up with joy and threw her arms around me giving me a hard kiss and pressing her tits up against my chest. I instantly got hard. "Keep playing love, we may have found a hot machine...at last," I said. We kept up the chitchat and the machine was steadily paying, nothing big, just steady and then it started whirling and ended up paying us $1,000. This time Whitney shrieked with joy, jumped up with her arms going around my neck and then out of the blue jumped up with her legs going around my waist and her jean covered pussy bouncing on my cock, which instantly went to full erection. The machine kept paying us some and then died on us. After plugging in $100 and winning nothing, nothing at all, Whitney hit the cash out button and handed me a ticket worth $4,450. He hugged me again and then gave me another kiss, this time with her tongue forcing its way into my mouth and we stood in the casino kissing while others gazed on. Whitney wasn't fazed by the attention we were getting, but I was getting a little self-conscious. "Let's cash this and get something to eat," I said. "I'm buying." We cashed in the ticket and I turned to give Whitney her $2225 share of our winnings. She took a $20 out and handed it back to me and said, "Here you forgot to take your $20 you gave me to get started." I was impressed for some reason since I had completely forgotten about the $20 seed money. Frankly, I was thinking of giving her another kind of seed about that time. I took us to the fancy steakhouse in the casino and ordered us the biggest steaks they had, a high dollar bottle of merlot and sat back. Once the wine came we started talking again about nothing and everything. She was hyper for sure, but the wine started to mellow her some. It was getting close to 8 PM and she said she hadn't eaten all day. Dinner came and she attacked the porterhouse steak like someone who hadn't eaten in months. The combination of the wine and steak were hitting Whitney like a ton of bricks. "Gosh I am tired and it's not even 9 yet," she yawned. "The machines will be getting hot in a few hours and I don't want to miss it." "I've got a room here if you'd like to rest," I offered. Her eyes lit up like a slot machine hitting a jackpot and she stood and grabbed her nothing of a purse and chirped, "Let's go." I had to stop long enough to check in and pick up the bag I'd check when I arrived earlier in the day. Whitney and I were headed for the elevators when we passed the hotel sundry shop. "Do you want to get you some things in here to freshen up with or change into later," I asked her. "No, no I don't need anything," she replied. "I didn't ask you if you needed anything, I asked if you wanted anything," I said rather sternly. She looked in the window slowly and then said with a smile, "I am a woman, I always want things." I handed her the card the hotel had given me for charges and a room key and said, "See you in a few minutes." She bounded into the store and I headed for the room. As it turned out the Indians had outdone themselves with the comp room and it was a suite bigger than some apartments I had lived in earlier in my life. Nice sitting area with a big bar and big screen TV, huge bedroom with a king sized bed with mirrors behind and above, couple of EZ chairs and floor to ceiling windows leading to the balcony which I assumed overlooked the surrounding country side since we were out in the middle of nowhere. The bathroom was HUGE with a mammoth tub/whirlpool that you could hold a good size orgy in with four showerheads for those that wanted to shower and, of course, mirrors. I was impressed and the price was right. Comps always are. I went behind the bar to fix a drink from what I assumed was a minibar and was pleasantly surprised to see it was a full sized bar with bottles of every booze, wine and mixer you could ever want. Of course, the obligatory inflated price list was there as well, but at that point who cared. I poured a stiff scotch, got comfortable in one of the chairs and lit a cigarette and enjoyed my scotch. I was pouring the second drink when Whitney came blowing into the room holding two fairly good sized bags which she nonchalantly tossed on the bed and came and crawled into my lap, put her arms around me and began kissing me hard and deep and rubbing her tight ass all over my instantly hard cock. "You're so nice to me," she sighed as she broke the kiss. "Young guys just don't how to treat a woman." I grinned and said thank you. With that she bounced up, grabbed one of the sacks and announced she was going to take a shower and she had a "surprise" for me and headed for the bathroom. "Holy shit!" was the squeal I heard from the bathroom. "This damn bathroom is bigger than my apartment!" It became obvious to me then that "Holy Shit" was an exclamation I was going to hear a lot of as it was her favorite term to express her emotions. I laughed and continued to sip my drink. I heard the water start to run and flipped on the television for some diversion. I got an even better diversion as Whitney came bounding nude out of the bathroom and coming over, taking the drink from my hand, taking a sip and giving me a big kiss. "I hope I don't have to draw you a picture," she smiled. "Please fix me one of these and come join me in that swimming pool of a bathtub." I looked at her beautiful smile and her twinkling brown eyes and down to her luscious breast with her nipples standing straight out, to her pool table flat stomach and down to a trimmed patch covered her hidden treasures and her long, toned legs and then back up, paying particular attention to that patch of heaven and her two twin mountains with the pointed peaks and then back to that beautiful face. All that did was bring instant erection. "I will be right there," I said. She gave me a smoldering kiss, with her tongue halfway to my stomach and then walked slowly back to the bathroom giving me a complete view of her tight ass. Two drinks in hand I walked into the bathroom, handed Whitney hers, put mine on the side of the tub and began to undress just as she was climbing in. My shirt was in a heap and then the jeans hit the ground. I lowered the boxers and before I could straighten up, I heard, "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! What a beautiful, humongous cock. Come here and let me see that thing closer." I looked down at my hard-on standing straight out. I'd never had any complaints about size, but never had really considered myself overly endowed, despite what my wife had told me, at 8" and a more than 2" inches in diameter. To me hung were those guys in the porn flicks that hard horse cocks that hung to their knees. I walked over to the side of the tub and Whitney reached out with one hand and began to stroke my cock from tip to pelvic first with her open palm, then the back of her hand and finally trying to wrap her hand around it, which she couldn't do, and started to stroke it up and down which caused a little moan from me. She leaned over and took the head into her mouth and teased it with her tongue and then pulled it out. "Get in," is all she said and all she needed to say. As I lowered myself into the gurgling hot waters of the hot tub, her arms went around my neck and we were lip locked as my arms went around her pulling that sweet young body to me, feeling her skin to skin for the first time. We broke the kiss and she laid her head back on the edge breathing hard. I looked at the little tattoo on the top of her right tit. It as the Tasmanian Devil cartoon character with the tiny whirlwinds circling around it. Perfect, I thought. The absolute perfect tattoo for this wild child in my arms. Right then and there, my pet name for her became Taz. I cupped a breast and pulled it out of the water and began to lick the water off, flicking the now hard nipple over and over. Whitney's head moved side to side and her moans had become audible. I sucked on the hard nipple and gently clamped down with my teeth and then suck and licked again. I pulled her up on outstretched legs to where her butt was just over me knees and both tits were out of the water and began alternating between one and the other kissing and sucking for all I was worth, a hand kneading the one I wasn't attending to with my mouth and tongue. Whitney squirmed with pleasure and I could feel her pussy moving up and down my leg and felt her push harder and harder, humping my leg to get more pleasure. I took my free hand and felt her thigh and followed the trail to her pussy. My finger found her hot little slit and I moved my finger from top to bottom, slowly, then fast, then slow and then fast. I finally slid a finger in and as I did she pushed forward taking it to the hilt before I could get there an pushing into me with her tits so I was all but being smothered. I started to gently finger fuck her with one and then two fingers while enjoying the taste and firmness of her breasts and nipples. Her pussy was well lubed despite being in the hot swirling water. Her lips began to move in unison with my fingers and her breathing quickened. As I lifted up to kiss her again, I felt the walls of Whitney's pussy began to tighten around my fingers which were moving faster and sinking deeper into her hot love bed. Her orgasm began with a tensing of the body and her back arching a little, her thighs clamping tightly around my wrists as I increased the speed and depth of my fingers all the while as we were in a deep kiss. She threw her head back breaking out kiss, she thrust her tits forward and her legs voluntarily came rising outstretched out of the water and then she was there. "Holy shit, Holy shit I am cumming ohhhhhhhhhh Holy shit, fuck me, fuck my pussy,................ooooooohhhhhhh FUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" And suddenly she was trashing around the tub, humping my fingers so hard my entire hand all but went into her gaping, convulsing pussy. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her, kissing me like she hadn't before, trying to suck my tongue down her throat, almost ripping it from its roots. I kept my fingers moving inside of her and she relaxed a little and then tensed again as another wave came crashing over her again and again. Suddenly she went limp, spent. Her head laid back on the edge of the tub, her eyes closed, her breast heaving. I feared if I didn't hold her she would slide in to the depths of the tub. We stayed there like that, my fingers still in her pussy but not moving, for a long time in silence. I looked at her face and could see the glow of a woman satisfied. My cock was rock hard and wanting her pleasures, but the look on her face was satisfaction, knowing Whitney had just experienced something she'd never had before, not like that. Finally, Whitney spoke, still struggling to get her breath, "Holy shit. I didn't know I could cum like that. I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack or something. Oh, Paul, holy shit that was so fucking fantastic. Thank you, oh, thank you." I pulled her closer to me and kissed the top of her head. "It's just the beginning Whitney. You're not with boys now sweetie, you're with a full grown man who knows how and wants to give you pleasures you've never even dreamed of." "If it's better than what just happened I don't know if I can take it," she smiled up at me. "But holy shit, what a way to go." I kissed her softly and stood up in preparation to get out of the hot tub. My big hard cock in front of her face, Whitney reached up and placed her hand around it as best she could, "Now we need to take care of that monster." "In time, honey, in time." I wanted her so bad I was hurting, but I wanted to wait. I wanted to feel that tight pussy my fingers had just explored wrapped around my cock, touching her liked she'd never been touched before. I wanted to feel her hot juices running over my cock. This wasn't a dream and I was going to experience what most men just dream of at my age: the sweet taking of a young hard body that wanted nothing but me. I dried off and then held a towel out for Whitney. She stood and once again I was mesmerized by her looks. Her breasts were perfection. Her nipples hard and a dark pink color. Her legs in prefect proportion. Her eyes fixed on me, smiling, gleaming. Damn I was a lucky man. Taking Whitney's hand, we went unrushed and settled on the end of the bed. I stroked her hair back out of her eyes, grabbed her chin and kissed her. "You are a beautiful young woman," I said, meaning it. "I want you so bad right now I can taste it." And with that I leaned her back onto the bed, and began to make love to her like I knew she never had before. Starting with her neck I kissed and nibbled my way down to her breasts and back and then back again, flicking my tongue across the top of her mounds and in the valley in between. I circled her pink pebbles with my tongue and she started to moan and tried to move so that one of the nipples would be in mouth and, even though I wanted them so bad, I resisted and continued my teasing act as her body started to be stirred and she was rising up and down and around. Finally, I put my arms on either side of her body, looking down at her breasts and knowing I could hold out no longer, bent over and flicked one nipple and then the other with my tongue. The audible moans were getting louder and the breathing become harder as Whitney closed her eyes and pulled my head down to her peaks of joy. I began to alternate between sucking one and then the other nipple as I massaged the joy points between my fingers that weren't in my mouth. I ran my hand down her flat stomach and teased her further running a finger from top to bottom of her slit, feeling her juices start to seep out. As she got wet I increased my suction on her tits, which brought a squeal of joy. I bit down harder than normal on one as I slipped my finger into her dripping pussy and her body tensed and then she sighed in pleasure as I began to stroke her with first one finger and then two. I increased the speed of my fingers and forced them up searching for her G spot I knew was there. "Oh geeeezzzzz holy shittttt.... what the helllllllllll," Whitney began to cry. "Oh fuck, what a wonderfulllllll.............." Her body started to buck like she was plugged into an electrical outlet, her arms flying around uncontrollably, her back arched, driving her tit further into my open and hungry mouth. I increased the pressure on the spot that I had found and could feel her juices flood her darken honey hole and as she began to tighten, she was being ravished by intense orgasms that became like one giant one. I kept the pressure on the spot I was sure no one had ever touched before and let her fuck my fingers. Suddenly, she went limp and for a second I was afraid she had passed out from the pleasure. "Holy shit, holy shit," she murmured, barely audible. "What in the world did you do to me? I've never felt like that before. Holy Shit. Holy Shit." I left my fingers deep inside of her but still and lifted my head from her tits and kissed her softly but passionately. "It's only beginning little one, its only beginning." Without saying anything more I began working my head back down her body stopping at her delicious tits briefly and continuing with butterfly kisses down her stomach. Part of me wanted to tease her more, but the part of me that wanted to taste those sweet lips and the juices flowing out of her won out and my tongue was soon licking her slit from top to bottom. Her nectar was sweeter than I had ever tasted before, no bitterness, no tartness, pure honey. I dug my tongue into her pussy; driving it as deep as I could, lapping up as much of her as I possibly could, wanting to drown in her sweetness. One flick on my tongue on her clit and Whitney was back in the throes of orgasm. Spurred on by this I began to eat her pussy like I'd never eaten pussy before and I love to eat pussy. Time and time again her legs clamped down on my head, threatening to squash it like a grape as orgasm after orgasm jolted her body. Her moans became squeals and her squeals become screams as Whitney began exploring areas of pleasure she didn't know existed until then. The more she screamed with joy the more I wanted her until finally she went limp again. Reluctantly, I let up on my attack on her love box. I looked up so see her head flopping from side to side, her body still convulsing and shivering from the relentless orgasms it had just experienced. She was murmuring but you couldn't tell what she was saying. I rose up and kissed her again bringing my now throbbing cock in front of her opening. "Please, please fuck me, I've never wanted to be fucked like I want to be fuck right now," she murmured with a look in her glazed eyes that I had never seen before. "Holy shit, fuck me now." I slowly started to slip my cock into her tight pussy, but Whitney would have none of the tenderness and wrapped her legs around my butt and pulled me into her to the hilt and began bucking her hips, fucking herself on my cock. "Your cock fells so fucking good. Holy shit, it's so fucking big, I can't believe I got it in me. Holy shit is it big, I feel so fucking full," she began. "Oh Paul, fuck me baby, please fuck me." Whitney Ch. 01 With this I lost controlled and started to pound her as hard as I could, my balls slapping on her ass. I put her legs over my shoulders and forced myself into new depths. "Holy shit, you're in my fucking stomach, fuck me, fuucccckkkkkkkkmeeeeeee." My explosion began building. I didn't want to cum, but her tight pussy and my thick, long cock locked together was more than any man or woman could stand for long. Whitney started to explode again. She was past multi-orgasmic as she seemed to have one after another until she went limp. I couldn't stand it any more and the volcano within my balls started to erupt with load after load of my hot cum which only made her cum more and buck harder. It seemed like I spurted cum shots into her for an hour and I know I'd never had so much come out of me at one time. Finally, I had to stop and collapsed on top of her just as she went limp, pleasured, head flopping around and the unintelligible sounds coming from deep within. My cock still inside her, I lay as still as I could, waiting until I could breath to speak. I have no idea how long we lay there, but finally my limp cock slipped out of her tightness and the river of her juices and my cum burst out of her like they had been held back by a dam and were rushing to escape. I could feel the warmth dripping on to my limp cock and balls before rolling off onto the sheets underneath. Our breathing had returned to something resembling normal, but we were still silent. I kissed her on the forehead and her closed eyelids and then those sweet pouty lips and reluctantly rolled off of her onto my back. She rolled over and flung her leg and arm across me and put her head on my shoulder. We lay there still holding each other in silence. Whitney reached down and put a soft hand on my limp cock and began to slowly stroke it gently like a precious toy. "Holy shit, Paul, I didn't know it could feel like this," she finally sighed. "Holy shit, I thought I'd been fucked before, but what you did to my body....Holy shit, I thought I was dying there a couple of times." I smiled and squeezed her closer and closed my eyes. Evidently I drifted off to sleep. Whey I woke I found Whitney in the same spot with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my now semi-hard cock, sleeping deeply. I looked at the clock by the bed and it was 1 AM. I wasn't sure but we'd been sleeping for a couple of hours. I needed to piss like a racehorse and slowly wiggled my body out from under Whitney and headed for the bathroom Whitney had not moved and was laying there on her side with her arms now splayed in different directions with an angelic look on her face. I mixed a drink, lit a cigarette and took up a chair and started to reflect on the past few hours. Whitney was without a doubt one of the most unusual women I had ever met. Not only her effervescent personality, but also her love for life in general. She was a Tasmanian devil in many ways. Especially in bed. She had the tightest, hottest pussy I could ever remember and I had experienced many before her. My wife was incredibly tight and hot, but this girl was something else. She had been fucked, but not that often I bet. Hell there probably weren't many men with the patience to let her wind down a little to get her in bed, I mused, and none of them her age. The question was, what was I going to do with her? Whitney started to stir and then sat upright with a start. She relaxed when she saw me sitting in the chair. "Relax Taz, I am right here," I said with a big smile. She did and smiled back. Wordlessly she crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I heard the shower start to run and then the toilet flush. She moved out of the bath to where her body was silhouetted against the bathroom light and whispered, barely loud enough to hear, "You joining me." By the time I got into the bathroom, Whitney was already in the shower, letting herself be washed by two of the showerheads. Her head was leaned back as she wet her hair in preparation for washing. I climbed in and grabbed the bar of soap on the ledge and began to lather up my hands. Seeing my soapy hands she leaned into the wall with her hands supporting her and I began to wash her back and then her tight little butt and down one leg and then the other, stopping this time to slide my hand up between her ass and pussy to gently wash there. She jumped a little when my hand hit her pussy. "Easy, that thing is freshly fucked by the biggest cock in the world," she giggled with her back to me. I turned her so the water could rinse her back, soaped up my hands again and then began washing her front, taking special care with her tits, making sure her nipples were hard and protruding again before moving on to her stomach and down one leg and then the others. When I came back to her pussy I was especially careful to be gentle, but I couldn't resist slipping a finger into her pussy, which was wet enough that there was no resistance. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her, pulling my hand out her in doing such and kissed me hard and then whispering, "I never knew. I never knew what a cock felt like until tonight. You are the best and I want you, Holy Shit, do I want you, but I need a break." I kissed her tenderly. My male ego was about to burst knowing I had worn out a 24 year old to the point she needed to rest her twat, but my balls were bursting with desire and my hard on was pushing up against her stomach. She took the soap from my hand and turned me around against the wall and washed my back and legs, spending a lot of time with my butt and slipped her hand underneath to give my balls a loving tug. I turned around and she did the same with my front stopping at my hard on. Using the soap for lubrication she began to stroke my erection forcing me to lean against the wall and enjoy the jack job as my eyes closed. I felt the water streaming on my cock, rinsing it and then I felt her hot mouth encircle the head and slowly start to work it in and out of her mouth trying to get used to its girth. As Whitney worked more and more of my cock into her mouth until the tip started to going down her throat causing her to choke for just a second and then she started to fuck my cock with her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and held her, forcing her to take me deeper and deeper each time she stroked it with her mouth. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would explode, but I didn't care, this was pleasure on the verge of pain. My eruption caught her by surprise, but she never missed a beat as buckets of cum went sailing down her throat and my knees buckled making it hard to stand. She continued to face fuck me after I stopped unloading until I finally had to pull her off my cock by pulling her hair back. "Enough, enough," I pleaded. "Damn girl, you are something else. Where did you learn how to suck cock like that?" She flicked her tongue out and flicked the head of my cock a couple of more times forcing me to jump and moan at the same time. "Maybe it's just natural talent," she cooed back. For some reason, I didn't doubt it. Thirty minutes later we were back down in the casino. Taz was back in full motion. But not before surprising me before we left the room. I had dried off and dressed, giving Whitney the bathroom to do her thing before we came downstairs. Whitney had bounced out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and grabbed the bags from the shop downstairs and slipped back into the bathroom in a flash. I heard the hair dryer and decided I had time for another drink and cigarette. I was midway through the second drink and cigarette when Whitney came popping out of the. I almost choked on the drink. She had on a tight, tight black skirt that hit about midway up her thigh, a black sweater with a plunging neckline that showed the top of heavenly mounds and thin enough I could see her nipples standing straight out from across the room with a pair of black heels that were at least 4". Here hair was loose and cascading down over her shoulders. She looked stunning, much more mature than her 24 years and one step above looking like a streetwalker. Damn. I was hard again instantly. I moved across the room and took her into my arms and kissed her. As we broke the kiss, she ran her hand between us, brushing my hard on, smiled and then asked, "Does that mean you like the outfit?" My kiss was her answer. We started at the dollar slot machines and we were on a roll. In less than 30 minutes between us we had racked up over $3,000 in winnings. Taz was back and the cyclone was moving at warp speed. Between the joys of glee and "Holy Shit, Holy Shit," I learned more about the woman/child that had captured me. She was the oldest of three children. Her mother and father had her shortly after they got married and she referred to herself as the "oops slips" child. She had a normal, or as normal as there is, childhood. It wasn't until she turned 18 that Whitney started coming out of the "morals of a nun period" of her life and then not necessarily by choice. A senior football player, had all but forced her to pull his "prick" out of his pants and "jerk" him off. The only problem was the jerk shot his load seconds after Whitney touched him with her hand. Totally disappointed, Whitney, with the help of her life long girl friend Suzie, discovered masturbation, which was her soul release for a while. "I didn't Jill much," she laughed. "Not more than seven or eight times a day." Her first "sexual" experience (if you didn't count the aborted jack job) was with her girl friend. Whitney's parents were gone for the night with her brother and sister and the two friends had been drinking beer for several hours when the girl friend had suggested they strip off and "do in front of each other". Feeling horny as hell, Whitney was half undressed before the friend began moving. She wasn't sure how it started, but before she knew they were kissing and groping each other, sucking and nibbling on each other's tits and then the girl friend had her head between her legs. This was different. They would "do it in front of each other" and even kissed sometimes but they'd never done anything like that before and then she experienced the most mind blowing orgasm of her young life and for the rest of the there high schools days and all summer any time they could together. "I thought I was a lez," Whitney laughed. By the time she was in college, Whitney knew she loved what sex gave her and, although happy with the feelings she got making love to Suzie, was determined to find out what "the big deal" was about "fucking" and became as promiscuous as a college freshmen could be. Boy after boy enjoyed her pleasures and she wasn't getting any in return. Whitney and Suzie got together during the Christmas holidays and naturally the conversation turned to sex. Suzie was gushing about all the "fun" she'd had. Whitney listened and felt left out. Back at school, Whitney became a little more discriminate with her fucking, choosing her partners by age, in hopes that the older they were the more they could please her. More times than not she was disappointed, but then one evening she had a date with a grad student. He was 26 and she was 19. "For the first time a man gave me an orgasm eating me. I thought I was in love." For the next two years Whitney became more and more of a "woman" as the grad student showed her things she never knew. She asked where he had learned such things, he would wink and say "an older woman." She was shocked when she found out that the "older woman" had in fact been his aunt, but she was loving it all the same. Masters Degree in hand, her "fuck buddy" took a job in New York and Whitney found herself wanting again, but not wanting a guy her age. She had been convinced that "older" was better. I couldn't argue with her since it had been an older woman, in my case a couple of them, that had taught me the ways to satisfy a woman properly. I am grateful to them this day. Whitney said she sat her sites on another grad student working as an instructor only to find out he was a dud. She bounced around, but was missing what her fuck buddy gave to her. Some relief was there when she and Suzie would come home for visits and the two of them would spend hours locked in lesbian love. A brief fling with a married professor and one of her bosses after graduation, both considerably older than her, had convinced her she only wanted older men. All that said, I asked her, "But why me? There were plenty of "older" men in the casino." She just grinned and kissed me and went back to playing her slot machine. I knew more and knew less at the same time. We were up well over $6,000, but the machines suddenly turned cold and we shifted to the blackjack tables. Whitney stood behind me at the $100 minimum table, making it hard for me to concentrate as she rubbed her tits on my back, kissing my neck and reaching under the table to rub my cock, but I got on a hot streak. Gradually raising my bets I continued to win more hands than I lost and the black chips began to pile up in front of me. One hand defined the evening and sent us headed back to the room. I was already up big and feeling cocky from the winning I was now betting $1,000 per hand. The entire table had gotten hot and everyone had chips stacked in front of them. We had the sole attention of the pit boss and the floor manager. It was one of those moments gamblers dream of and seldom experience. I was in the third base position (last player before the dealer) and we were playing out of a six-deck shoe, I caught a pair of eights. The dealer was showing a six, a bust card to the experienced player. A quick look around the table showed I'd be the only player taking a card if I split the eights and I did. I caught an eight again on the first eight and split again, now having three eights on the table waiting for cards, and more importantly $3,000 bet. The next card was an eight, I split again, now with $4,000 in black chips sitting in front of me. The dealer threw a two down on the first eight and I tapped the table wanting another card and out came an ace, a total of 21 and at absolute worse a tie. We moved to the second eight, which the dealer topped with a three. I tapped for another card and there was a King, another 21. I was getting excited and the other players were getting excited and noisy. The casino management was watching with folded arms and didn't appear too happy. Whitney was babbling non-stop and bouncing her tits off my back. Two more eights to go. Another two hit the top of the next eight and my fingers were tapping again. Again an Ace and 21. This was like a dream. I held my breath and pointed to the final eight. There was another three and a total of 11. I tapped for another card and held my breath. The card was the most beautiful Queen I had ever seen. Four hands, four 21s and the dealer showing a six. My heart fell like it had been hit by a brick when the dealer flipped his hole card, a five, and a total of 11. It seemed like the entire casino grew silent. I swear I could hear my heat beating. All that and a push on all four hands I mumbled to everyone and no one. It seemed to be in slow motion as the dealer peeled the next card out of the shoe and flipped it up. A three, a total of 14. I breathed again. The Jack that followed was anticlimactic and I won all four hands and $4,000 in one hand. Black $100 chips and $500 chips were stacked every where in front of me, but that was it for me. All the casino excitement I needed for one night. Whitney was about to fuck me at the table as she was almost in my lap. It was time to cash out and call it a night. I slid the chips across the table and said, "Color me up." When all the counting was done and had been double and triple checked by the anxious casino management, I had $49,700 in front of me. I took the spare seven black $100 chips and slid them across to the dealer for a tip, pocketed the rest, grabbed Whitney and was making a beeline for the cashier's cage. Damn what a night. What could top this? Whitney and winning over $50,000 or the evening counting the slot machine winnings. I pocketed the money, signed the forms for the feds and arm and arm Whitney and I headed toward the casino exit. We had to pass the $10 slot machines on the way out the door. Whitney stopped and was looking with that look in her eyes at the empty machine. I said, why the hell not and handed her two $100 bills. I swear she rolled the wheels two times, a total of $60 and the lights and sirens started going off. It took me a minute but I soon figured out, she had hit a $25,000 jackpot. Whitney sat there looking at the machine and then me and all she could say was "Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit...." Thirty minutes later, Whitney had collected her winnings, signed for the 1099 Form for the feds and we were out the door. Whitney was talking non-stop and so fast I could barely understand her. I nodded my head, laughed, pulled her close to me and kept walking. Lightening had struck and we had lived through it. We started kissing the moment we got into the elevator and didn't stop until we stopped at our floor. It took a long time to get to the room as we kissed and groped our way down the hall. Anyone coming out of their room would have had a wonderful view of Whitney's ass as her skirt had hiked up to her waist as she trip to hump my cock going to the hall. I pried one hand away from Whitney long enough to open the room door and kicked it open with my foot. We never lost body contact as one piece of clothing after another began hitting the floor and by the time we ended up on the bed we were both nude. Whitney had me on my back and my cock completely immersed in her hot mouth before I could even protest. I laid back and enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of her talents and could feel my cock growing to full proportion and then some. I pulled her head up by the hair and turned her around so I could taste her sweet juices and she went back to sucking me while I buried myself into her hot, wet mound of joy. I desperately tried to concentrate on her pleasure in such a manner as to keep from blowing my load down her throat and it seemed to be working as I could feel her body starting to quiver and then shudder as her orgasm built and then exploded across her, taking me deeper and sucking harder at the same time. I thought my balls were going to explode, but I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum and managed to pull her, protesting, off my cock and whirled her around to where she was straddling my cock. "Fuck me baby, ride me like a horse and fuck me silly," I cried. Whitney pulled herself up and with no ceremony slammed my bulging cock into her pussy so hard it hurt my balls and caused me to jump and squeal. She didn't slow down and began to ride me for all she was worth. Her tits flopping up and down were more than I could stand and I grabbed one with each hand and started to knead her breasts and tweak her nipples which only caused her to ride harder and faster. Without warning, Whitney began to orgasm again this time bucking up and down like she was riding a bronco at the rodeo and screaming at the top of her lungs. I was expecting Security at the door any second to investigate the abuse that had to be attached to those screams when just as suddenly as she had started she collapsed onto my chest breathing like she had just finished a marathon. We laid there for what seemed like a long time while both of us regained something resembling normal breathing. My rigid cock was still deep inside her tight depths and Whitney slowly began to moving back and forth to keep me hard and her wet. She kissed me passionately and then lifted herself up with her long hair grazing my face and her nipples teasing my flesh, said, "This is incredible. I was so fucking wet from the casino. I had an orgasm at the blackjack table at least once." Whitney Ch. 01 I smiled up at her, pulled her face to mine and kissed her again. Whitney leaned back upright, my hard cock still aching for release inside of her and said, "Feels like I've got some more fun coming or is that cumming?" With that she lifted up and turned around her butt to my face and then, slowly this time, impaled herself again with my cock and began to ride me reverse cowgirl. The position having the same effect or better than doggie I reached new depths inside of Whitney, and from the sounds she was making touching places that a cock had never touched before, we began another round. Whitney was playing with my balls, cupping them, squeezing them, and tickling them as she continued to ride. Her little dark entry to her ass was staring me in the face and as I watched it go up and down as she rode my cock, I knew I had to have her ass and I had to have it right then. Whitney tightened up as I put a finger at her sphincter, but with steady pressure I managed to get it in up to the knuckle. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh.....geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee............dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I've never had anything in my ass before..........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh dammmmmmmmmmmmm donnnnnnnnnn'tttttttttt stoppppppppppppppppppppppppp." I didn't and worked the finger all the way in, feeling the topside of my cock between the thin membrane. As her muscles began to relax and the pleasure started to drift over her, I inserted another finger and began to slowly and then faster, finger fuck her virgin ass. I felt her tighten up and Whitney had another crashing orgasm flow over her, screaming and moaning uncontrollably. I don't know how to explain how I hadn't blown my load into her pussy by now, but for whatever reason I had never been able to cum with the woman on top. Whitney stopped her motion for a moment, my cock still buried in her pussy and my fingers deep in her ass. She turned to look at me and said, "Fuck my ass with that big cock." I lifted her off my cock, which was slick with her juices and pulled my fingers out of her ass and sank them deep into her pussy to gather as much of her natural lubricant as I could and then lubed her as best I could. My fingers were sliding in an out with ease and I put the head of cock on her hot little hole and began to lower her down. Natural instinct made her tighten up again as the head started to enter and I slapped her on the butt hard making it even tighter, but then as the shock of the slap wore off, she relaxed and the head popped in to her dark tunnel. I kept pulling her down on my cock and pushing her up, letting it work its way in gently. Her moans told me all I needed to know. She wanted it. Halfway in I couldn't stand it any more and this time I pulled her hard and forced myself in to the hilt. Whitney screamed and shuddered and then began to fuck herself like she had done on top with her pussy. I thought I was going to explode at any second. Her tight pussy held nothing over her virgin ass that I was now cramming full. Her moans got louder and louder and her body began one steady stream of shudders and min convulsions as one wave after another of pleasure ripped through her like a tornado. She had lost all control, all knowledge of what was happening, just crazed by the pleasures. My balls were about to explode and I felt myself growing inside of her, tearing her further apart and deeper at the same time as she shoved herself hard on to me time after time. And then it happened. I started to tingle all over and my back arched on it's own and my cock began exploding with cum non-stop for what seemed like hours. Whitney let out a blood-curdling scream and then collapsed forward, my cock popping out of her ass like a champagne cork and we both fell silent. I closed my eyes and let the after glow burn within me. I don't know how long I was out, but when my eyes opened again the first thing I saw was Whitney's hard butt and my juices seeping out of her as she lay motionless with her head at my feet. The sun was up. I looked at the clock next to the bed and it was after 7AM. I ran my hand over Whitney's legs and began stroking her thighs and made my way to her pussy, which was still drenched. I couldn't help myself and began to work two fingers in and out of her. The invasion of her pussy brought her out of her slumber. Whitney pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around at me, her eyes almost gazed, a smile of a satisfied woman on her face, and said, "Uncle, Uncle. Holy Shit, I can't take any more. I give up!" I patted her on the ass and said, "Me too sweetie, me too." We crawled under the covers and I called the front desk to tell them I would be checking out late, which wasn't a problem since I had a boat load of their money and they wanted me there until they had a chance to get it back. They didn't this trip. Whitney and I slept until almost one. I ordered some breakfast from room service and we took a long hot shower together. I started to make a move at fucking Whitney again in the shower again and she begged off. "My pussy and ass are sore from fucking that monster," she smiled up at me as the water cascaded over us and she stroked my cock. "I need a rest. But I want more and more and more." I assured her she would have the chance for "more and more and more". I finished my process and Whitney was drying her hair when room service arrived with the steak and eggs I had ordered for the two of us. She joined me still nude at the table in the room and we ate in total silence like two people who hadn't seem food in months. I pushed back from the table, knowing I would have to leave for home soon since my wife would be back from her tip later that evening. Whitney got up came around and sat in my lap, "Like it or not, I am your new fuck buddy. I don't want to break up your marriage or cause any problems, I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you get tired of me." I doubted I could get tired of "her" anytime in my lifetime. "You got it kiddo," I said as I began to kiss her again. Breaking the kiss, I said, now get some clothes on your sweet butt, we've got to go." While Whitney began to finish dressing I rummaged around the room and started putting hundred dollar bills together. I had them in every pocket it seemed like. Whitney's big slot winnings were in her purse. I hadn't kept real good track, but I had gotten to the casino with $500, fully expecting to hit the ATM several times, but never did. In front of me now, in stacks of $1,000 was a total of $52,500, and Whitney had over $25,000. We had relieved the casino of close to $80K. No wonder they were so accommodating when I called down and the room service clerk said there would be no charge for the breakfast. Whitney was still dressing and I decided to check my cell phone for messages, which I hadn't done in over 24 hours. Surprising there was only eight, two from my wife. I ran through them all and only one required immediate attention. I returned the call and was just hanging up when Whitney came out of the bath, looking like a million in a hot little tank top and jeans, which she must have purchased at the hotel store the day before. Some how or another I instantly got hard just looking at her. This 24 year old was making my body act her age instead of my 45. I started to divide the money lying in front of me and she stopped me. "You don't have to do that," she said sitting down next to me on the bed. "We had a deal remember, 50/50." She kissed me lightly on the lips and then said, "I've got my 50% in my purse. You keep that. I've got more money then I've ever had in my life at one time. I can pay off my car, get a new apartment, furnish it and still have money left over." I looked at her hard and said, "You sure." "I am positive as long as you stick to being my fuck buddy," she grinned. I smiled back and said, "You're something else kiddo. My little Taz." Then I remembered the phone call I'd just finished. I was going to have to leave in a couple of days and go to ____________ to meet with my customer and it just so happened there were several casinos there and one I stayed at all the time. "Whitney, I've got to go to ____________ next week and will be staying at the __________ casino. You want to go?" "Holy shit! Holy shit!" she exclaimed, "That's where Suzie lives now. Holy Shit yes I want to go with you and the three of us can have a ball." "Suzie?" my brain dead from lack of sleep and trying to satisfy a 24-year old. "My girl friend from junior high I told you about, Suzie." Holy Shit! I kissed her hard and could resist grabbing one of her luscious tits and its hard nipple. I pushed back onto the bed as our kisses became hotter. "One for the road Fuck Buddy," she quizzed, "It's a whole two days before we leave." "Sure Taz, one for the road."