1 comments/ 13093 views/ 10 favorites Playing the Hole Card Ch. 01 By: CSinister I stood at the ATM machine, frantically sliding card after card into its slot, punching in each PIN, a growing panic in my belly. Declined. Ears ringing with the electronic cacophony of the casino, I dug through my bag. Another credit card! Maybe it had some cash advance left before the limit! Declined. Each rejection was a yank on my heart, ripping away hope. Of course, I already knew the cards were tapped out, but I had to try. People came and stood behind me, only to give up and move to another line. I felt their disgust, their commiseration. They knew. Many had been there themselves. "The poor girl," whispered woman. I ignored her, putting my last card into the slot. Declined. A gambling addict, that's what I was. My belly screamed for more play, but the money was totally gone at last. In the months my addiction had grown, I'd gambled it all away. My wallet was empty, my savings gone, my checking account exhausted, credit maxed out, rent money spent. I'd be lucky if I had gas to get home. But I had to keep playing. The craving was as real and as powerful as any junky's need. Finally, I gave up on the plastic in my bag and walked away from the machine. Standing between clamoring slots and crowded tables, I started shaking. I saw people turn to look at me as they went by, and most were not the usual looks I got from men, sizing me up as a woman. Many of these were looks of pity l. I tried to think. My fingers played with a strand of my long sandy hair as they often did when I was anxious. My mind raced. "Maybe they'll take a check," I thought, knowing deep down it was very unlikely. "If it takes a couple days to go through, my paycheck will cover it." Clinging to that thin hope I hurried to the cage and got in the shortest line. The plump middle-aged woman behind the glass partition smiled at me as I stepped up. "Can I cash a personal check here?" I asked, trying to not look nervous. "Sorry hon, we don't cash checks anymore. We just have the machines. If you've reached your cash withdrawal limit the machines can do a debit purchase for cash." I slumped, felt my heart approaching a pit of despair. "Thanks" I said quietly and turned to go. "Wait hon. Let me see..." The heavy set cashier pursed her lips and looked me over, sizing me up. What she saw didn't exactly promote trust: a slim girl, not yet 30, wearing a wrinkled, over-sized t-shirt that almost hid my smallish breasts, jeans once bought to show off the firm, high curve of my ass but that now could use a wash, carrying the bag I had retrieved from my car trunk, a bag that said "student" more than "accessory," a pretty face bare of makeup, mussed hair, eyes a little too desperate. It was obvious I was a hardcore gambler who had left home in a hurry to play, not some girl on a day out with friends. After a good look, she nodded slowly. "If you want to ask for a special arrangement," she added quietly, then paused, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward a little, "I could send you back to see the manager." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a questioning tilt of her head. My heart rose at the words, "Is that possible?" She looked at me with a smile that could have been a smirk "That's between you and him, sugar. It does happen sometimes, if you want to try." "Yes please!" My heart stepped back from the pit. Nodding, she picked up a walky-talky from the counter. "Special arrangement at window five" The woman said into it, and turned back to me. "Ok sugar, stand aside and security will be here to take you to the manager in a minute." I stood aside and she helped the woman behind me in line. I heard a giggle as they conducted their transaction. This was great! If only the manager would approve a check! If he offered casino credit I knew I'd take it, even though more debt was the last thing I needed. Soon a large man in a suit arrived and led me away from the cages to a door labeled "Staff Only." My guide punched in a key-code and the door opened with a buzz. I followed him through. The man took me down a short hallway past closed doors. My hands were sweating a little and I was biting my lip. We stopped at the end of the hall. Above the door was a sign that said "Manager." The large man knocked. "Send her in," said a cheerful male voice from beyond the door. "Go on in darlin," my guide said in a soft reassuring tone, smiling. " I'm sure he'll help you," Then turned and walked away as I opened the door. Stepping in I saw a big man rising from behind a grand desk. The guy smiled at me confidently, dimpling his plump cheeks as he looked me over. The expensive suit couldn't hide the man's thick body or developing belly, though he was obviously well-muscled. He came around the desk to greet me. "Hi, I'm the manager, Paul." He smiled wider, shaking my hand, his eyes going up and down my body, assessing me. Seemingly satisfied, he sat in one of two chairs facing each other by his desk, indicating that I should take the other. I sat, setting my bag down beside the chair. "I hear you wanted to ask for a special arrangement" "Yes, I was hoping to cash a personal check, and the cashier said maybe you could help me." I tried not to look too eager. The manager must deal with people who had gambling problems all the time. I smiled my most charming smile, wishing I had dressed nicer and put on a little makeup before rushing out of the house to the casino. "I'm afraid I can't help you with a check. But we do have other options, Miss..." "Franks, Donna Franks, Donna is fine," I responded. "Donna." Paul said it like he was savoring the taste of the name. Smiling, he leaned back in the chair. "Well, Donna, what I do have is the ability to give comp tickets for free play at the tables. They play just like money. You can't redeem the ticket for cash or chips directly, but your winnings are paid normally. So they play just like cash." He picked up a ream of tickets and fanned them in front of me. "But why would you give me comp tickets?" I asked, honestly at a loss, but now yearning for the tickets desperately. "Well, we give them for many reasons; promotions, special guests, as compensation when we make a mistake..." Paul leaned in, his eyes looking down at my body, his smile becoming suggestive. He placed a large hand on my knee, "And in exchange for special, personal, services." Suddenly, I realized what a "special arrangement" was. I leaned back in shock. How stupid I was! It had not even entered my mind that I was being offered free play for sex. I stared at him in disbelief for a moment, starting to redden. He withdrew his hand but kept smiling. "Of course, it's up to you. But let's face it Donna," Paul again fanned the stack of tickets in his hand, "We both know you are aching to play. You've got no money and no way to get any. I'm just offering you a way to walk out of this office and go back to the tables, maybe win back what you lost. Who knows? This could be a way to erase the loss, maybe go home ahead. No one is forcing anything, it's a friendly offer." Paul knew just what to say. Looking at the large man sitting there, smiling, holding those tickets, I knew I had to have them. I noticed a bulge developing in his pants. Part of me wanted to slap his fat face and say fuck off, but he had tickets. Paul was right. I needed to win back some of what I had lost. I simply could not go home yet.I thought of the tables, of winning, of breaking even--maybe even get ahead. I ignored the pre-addict Donna inside that spoke sense--I always did these days. "What would I have to do, and how much would I get?" I heard myself asking. Paul sat back in the chair, knowing he was going to get what he wanted. "That's up to you, Donna. The more you do and the better you do it, the more you get. For example, that pretty mouth of yours could probably get you a hundred in tickets easy, maybe more.. If you bared your assets for the exchange, let me handle your merchandise, it would go up a little higher. Beyond that, it depends on many factors." I gulped and shifted in my seat, looking at the tickets, needing them now. "Ok," I said quietly, feeling an adrenaline rush as I crossed this new line. "I'll do that". I looked around the office, "here?" He grinned and stood, unbuckling his belt. "Good, I love eager. Yes here, now just strip if you want the bonus tickets, while I get these pants off," He chuckled as he unzipped. "You have me so hard already, and I don't want you to get anything on this good suit" My fingers shook as I slipped off my worn sneakers and fuchsia socks. Standing, almost in a daze,. I pulled off my t-shirt, exposing my plain B cup bra. Next I slid off my jeans. His pants were off already, along with his blue boxers, and he was stroking his hard cock as he sat back in the chair, grinning. I slid my shoulders from the bra straps, turned it, undid the hook, and set it on the chair with the rest. I knew I was blushing. I was embarrassed that my legs showed a hint of soft light brown stubble, despite telling myself I shouldn't care. I stopped, still in my small baby blue panties. "Mmmm nice nipples on those titties, Donna. They look so yummy, and they're hard already!" He nodded toward my panties, "you decide on the those, but remember the tickets." I paused, but kept the panties. They made me feel safer and let me pretend II retained a shred of my dignity. Sliding to my knees, I looked looked up at the large man. Paul was resting back, ass out a bit, stroking his cock with no shame. His thick legs sprawled apart to either side of me and I could see his large sack resting on the edge of the chair. His belly was covered by his shirt and tie, shirttails hanging to either side of his average sized cock. I looked at it with surprise as he stroked it, expecting it to be thick like his body. As I moved forward on my knees, he stopped me. "Come up on my lap first, and let me touch and kiss those titties a little. I promise I'll keep my cock out of your panties--unless you ask Pauly for a ride." He chuckled and drew up his legs to make a lap. If only to postpone putting his cock in my mouth, I climbed up and straddled his legs, facing him. His hard cock pointed up between us. Right away he was grabbing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and playing with it, cupping my other breast with his hand and kneading it. He pinched the nipple and I made a little noise, grimacing. With shame, I realized I felt it between my legs as well. "Mmmm yes, very sensitive nipple" he said, and bent to suck it. I lifted my breasts to his mouth, wanting to get this over and done. He sucked hard, taking in more of my breast. I closed my eyes, breathing harder, feeling my heart beat fast in my chest from this crazy situation. He moved from nipple to nipple. sucking and licking. as I tried not to squirm, then his finger was between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I made a little animal noise and my pelvis involuntarily rocked. I grabbed his wrist, raised myself a few inches and quietly said, "No." His mouth came off of my breast. "Ok, you are in charge, but that's one wet pussy. You sure you don't want Pauly to lick it a little?" "No thanks,"I said, blushing deep, shaking my head, knowing I really was wet, and now my panties were too, where he had pressed them between my wet pussy lips. I tried to think of the tickets. My body hot from shame and other strange feelings. "Ok sweet thing, but now..." He laughed and took a last suck on each nipple," it's time for you to do the sucking. Remember, the better you suck Pauly's cock, the more tickets you get." Sliding to the floor, I took his stiff cock in my right hand. I started by licking it, both to check the taste and hopefully for his enjoyment. The cock tasted and smelled clean, so I let my tongue curl around the rim of the head playfully and tickle the sensitive underside. I had done this many times for boyfriends. He made approving noises, watching me over his big belly Holding it up, I licked from root to tip a few times, then went to work on his balls, giving them a good tongue bath, lifting them, sucking on them one at a time while my hand stroked his hard cock. Telling myself to think of the tickets. Paul's noises said he loved the tonguing, but I wanted to play eager, make him come faster and pay more, so I went back to his cock. Slipping about half of it into my mouth, I closed my lips around it. It throbbed on my tongue. Bobbing my head slowly while suckling, I turned my head clockwise and counterclockwise with each stroke. I wanted to earn as much as I could now that I had come this far. I slurped wetly at escaping drool, which he loved, based on the grunts and sighs. Slipping it out of my mouth with a wet smack, I looked up at him. Rubbing the cock's head around my lips like lipstick, I tried to catch my breath. Then I slapped it back on my tongue and started sucking it again. "Oh yeah! He said," You are a born cock sucker, baby. "You like that, don't you?" "Mmhmm" I nodded, mouth full of his cock. "Good girl. Now see how much of Paully you can get in that sweet mouth." He put his hand on the back of my head but didn't press down hard, it was more encouragement, I think. Sliding more of it into my mouth I tried hard to relax and swallow the head into my throat. I gagged a little, and he groaned. I got it all in and held it. Looking up at him, my eyes watering slightly from the little choke, I saw only his eyes over his bell--which my nose was nearly touching. My lips opened and closed a little, my throat reflexively spasming on his cock. I started to move my head again, sucking him deep. My entire body rocked. Saliva dripped from my mouth and his cock, running down my chin, a string of it connecting my lip to his balls. Paul pulled the cock out of my mouth and slapped my face gently with it. "Oh, you are a good little cock-sucker" he said. I felt my body blush deeper, holding my mouth open as he slapped. Then Paul fed it back to me and I was sucking again. Starting to fidget, Paul made little grunts, his hips going forward, and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly he gripped my head and was thrusting into my mouth, groaning, then he held my head, cumming. The large man humped my face with jerking hips as his cum spurted into my mouth. He shuddered, moaned and grunted a few times, then quieted slowly as the squirting turned to dripping then stopped, still holding my head in place. Suckling his spent cock for any leftover drips, I made him groan again. Why not? I already had cum in my mouth and it might get me more money. "You want every drop, don't you, you little slut?" I nodded again, glad it was nearly over. He held me there a little longer as I suckled, then he released me. Lifting my head, I kept my full mouth clamped shut. Paul held out a wastebasket and I turned my head and spat into it a few times, trying not to make a face, grateful that he didn't expect me to swallow. Then I wiped my chin on the back of my hand. Paul was wiping himself with a towel, but didn't offer me one for my face. He sighed happily. "That was hot, girl. You're a born cock sucker." Setting down the towel, Paul got back to business. "Ok Donna, let me put on my pants and I'll get you your tickets. You can get dressed now too." I gratefully dressed, trying not to think of what had just taken place, my mind on the tickets and how I could play and win some money back. I itched to get back to the tables. His pants back on, Paul sat at his desk and went through the tickets, looking up at me with smug little grin now and then as he counted, then signed them. He held them out. "Ok, here's two hundred dollars worth of twenty dollar free play tickets. You earned them. Also, you will be getting a new player's card in the mail." I nodded and reached to take them. Paul pulled them back. "Oh, and Donna, there are more where these came from, but you have to do more next time. And if you decide you like this sort of thing, or get in a real fix, I have another opportunity I think would be excellent for you." Paul held the tickets out again and I took them, "Thanks," I said, and hurried back out to the tables. The shame disappearing as I neared the floor. My mouth might taste like I had sucked on a penny, but there were two hundred dollars in my hand! I did win a little that night, and again two days later, but in another week it was all gone again. In the meantime, the bill collectors started to call. I got an eviction notice from my landlord. My job was in jeopardy. My new "Pink Level" player's card arrived. The day after I lost it all, I held out almost a full hour before I bathed and shaved, put on makeup, dressed in a nice short dress, put the new card in my pocket, and went back to see Paul. (To be continued) Playing the Hole Card Ch. 02 As I pulled into the casino parking space, my heart was racing. It always did. I was an addict nearing her fix. My gambling habit had taken everything from me and saddled me with debts I'd never be able to repay, but I was still gambling's bitch. The excitement of arriving always drowned out the fear and self-loathing that came with addiction. It did even now, when I was going to have sex with the manager again to get a stake so I could play. I'd already stooped to giving him a blowjob and letting him grope me, but he had said it would take more this time. Checking my hair and makeup in the sunshade mirror, I grabbed my brush and gave my shoulder length, sandy hair a few strokes. I made sure my new "Pink Level" players card, indicating my "special arrangement" with the manager, was in the small clutch purse with my lipstick, some tissues, and a couple condoms. Stepping out, I felt the unfamiliar height of my open toed, red "fuck me" heels. I smoothed out my short, open back dress and headed for the entrance. As I walked I was hyper-aware of my body. Knowing each step brought me closer to sex with a virtual stranger had an effect, even if I was disgusted by what I was doing. Besides, my gambling jones had always stirred me-the body chemistry of it or something. My boyfriend had loved that at first. He was long gone now. I had no love-life. I just had gambling-or it had me. The clamor of the casino hit me as the doors opened with a sigh. The noise was designed to make people want to play, and it was doing its work on me. The casino floor was a jungle of colors and flashing lights. A huge space, I knew it too well. My need to play was almost overwhelming. I wanted to rush to a table, but I had no money-yet. Spotting the line for the concierge desk, I walked over and waited. Eventually I found myself standing before a young man, who greeted me warmly, giving my athletic body and made-up face a look and a smile that was more than good customer relations. "Hi, how can I help you?" "I need to see Paul, the manager," I said, fidgeting from the acute gambling itch and impending liaison with Paul. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly. His smile went from welcoming to lewd as he now looked me over like a piece of meat.. "Oh, here to see Paul? Is he expecting you?" He raised an eyebrow and grinned knowingly. I huffed. I was angry, embarrassed, and anxious to get it all over with so I could gamble. "No," I said coldly. I pulled the pink card out of my small purse and held it out to the concierge with an icy look. "Does this help?" I flashed a "fuck you" sneer. "Ah, yes it does, Miss Franks," the young man said, eroticizing my name as if it described a sex act, reading it off the card. He handed it back with a little smirk. "I'll call security for you." I could feel his glances as I waited. I knew what he was thinking. He was picturing what I'd be doing in a few minutes, but imagining himself in his manager's place. Through the haze of my cravings I was appalled to realize I was doing the same. After just a few minutes the tall, muscular black man from security arrived, dressed in a nice black suit. His smile was polite and almost formal. My rattled mind inserted him into the lingering erotic images. I flushed, feeling a hot little tingle between my legs. I tried to shake off the visions and focus on my goal. "Miss Franks, this way please." I followed the handsome security man across the casino floor toward my illicit rendezvous. My guide punched in his keycode at the staff entrance and led me down a hall to the Manager's office. He knocked three times. "Come in.". The security guy opened the door and I brushed against him as I passed, feeling the bulk in his body. He stayed in the hall and shut the door behind me. Paul was sitting at his large mahogany desk. As before, he was dressed in a very nice suit, his thick build and paunch somewhat downplayed by the fine tailoring. A smile spread over the same pudgy dimpled face. "Donna! Well! Good to see you! Wow! lookin' good! Turn around and let Pauly get a look." "Hi Paul." I smiled weakly and turned slowly for his inspection. It was embarrassing, despite my kindled gambling jones and roused state. I was presenting myself for approval. I was no better than a whore. "Very nice!" he settled back in his chair. hand clasped, he smiled, not unsympathetically. "So, you came back for more." "Yes," I swallowed, "I was hoping..." I couldn't say it.. Paul sat there for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. "Damn Donna, you look so good, but I'm not sure I can fuck you right now. I had another Pink Level girl in here just awhile ago and I have a lot of work to do. "He spread his hands in a "what-can-I-do" gesture, making an apologetic face. I panicked. "No, Paul," my palms were sweating, my throat going dry. "I really need to play! Please? Or is there some way I can get an advance? If it's a bad time now I promise I'll come back after and make you very happy." My eyes pled. I was reeling-a junky having her fix snatched away. "No advances, Donna-ever. I only pay up after you do what I want, in the amount I decide you've earned." Any sign of sympathy was gone and the big man looked me firmly in the eye and raised a finger. "No one asked you come here today. I don't owe you anything. You never have to do anything you don't want here, but if you come for what I have,' he shook the finger slowly at me" I offer it on my terms. No advances. Never ask again." "I'm sorry, Paul. I just really need this. Please, please, let me do it now," I begged him. Paul sighed and and seemed to be considering, pursing his lips, fingers tapping on his desk, then I saw the smugness showing in his eyes. This was a game for him. He knew he had me good and was going to squeeze everything he could get out me or send me away to suffer. It was maddening, but I was hopelessly hooked. "Well Donna, like I said, I had a girl in here just a little while ago. I just don't know if I can manage again so soon. And I have things to do," He gestured at his desk. "I do feel for you though." He paused. "Hmmm, I guess, if you asked me if you could stay, to maybe, try to get my cock hard, I might consider it." He looked straight at me and waited. The bastard. I was trapped. He knew I needed to gamble once I was here. He knew I'd wheedle and beg and let him do what he wanted with me to get what I needed, and yet he had to make it a game. I knew I'd hate both him and myself for it, but right now I had one desperate purpose-do whatever I had to do to make Paul cum, so I could get those tickets and feed my addiction. So I'd beg for his cock-and I'd mean it. My eyes pleaded with him. "Yes?" "Please Paul," I said quietly "Can I stay and try to make your cock hard? "Hmmm. that doesn't sound right. Maybe you should call me Mr. Marino." "Please Mr. Marino. Can I stay and try to make your cock hard? Please?" "Any girl who sucks cock like you can do better than that. I don't think you want it that bad." He was really going to make it difficult. I was feeling the desperation and had to have him fuck me. I had to act like his pleading slut. I had to be his pleading slut. "Please Mr. Marino," I pouted a little, hands caressing my breasts through my dress, and swaying my hips, "Let me stay and try to make your cock hard. I need it so bad" "Well..." Paul tried to hide a smile "If you promise to do what I say and if show me how eager and horny you are while you do it, I guess I'll let you try. But if you don't keep me interested, I'm going to kick you out with no cock." "Yes, Mr. Marino! Thank you, Mr. Marino! I'll be good. I'll be eager. I'll do anything you say, just please fuck me." I had a chance for the tickets! I hated Paul for turning me into this, but I just had to get him horny fast. "Then start by dancing for me as sexy as you can while you take off those clothes." He looked me over from head to toe. "Leave the heels though. You should always be wearing heels." "Yes Mr. Marino" I danced as seductively as I could, pulling out tricks from strip teases I'd done for boyfriends in the past. My body snaked slowly, my feet moving to imagined music, hands swaying and then going slowly behind me to the zipper of my open back dress. "That's it, slowly now. Take your time." Turning my back to Paul, my ass swayed as my hand drew the zipper down inch by inch. I Slid the dress off of my left shoulder. Turning my head with a flip of my hair, I looked back at him and licked my lips. Bending, I shook my firm, well-shaped ass for him, knowing it was my best feature. "Very nice" "Want to touch it?" I teased, caressing my right cheek through my dress slowly. "We'll see," Paul said, "It depends on if you can keep my attention." I slipped my other shoulder clear of the dress, letting it roll suggestively as I looked at him over it. Holding up the dress front, I turned slowly. I kept my eyes on his, hips still swaying and biting a corner of my lower lip. I let the front down an inch at a time. As my not overly large, but high and firm breasts were half-bared, I wiggled the top edge, teasing him with glimpses of the slightly upturned pink cones of my areolas crowned with large nipples, then let the the front fall. "Look at the nipples on those sweet little titties. So hard! Do they want something?" "They want to be sucked and played with" I pouted, nodding as I cupped my breasts and held them toward him, still snaking my body. I caressed them a little. "They want to be in your big hands and hot mouth." "Naughty titties," he said, smiling as he shook his head in mock disapproval. "Mmhmm, "I agreed, nodding again, "Very naughty titties-and they aren't the only naughty thing" "No?" "Uh-uh," I shook my head, as I slowly slid the dress off of my hips and let it fall, stepping out of it on my high red heels. Swaying broadly, I slid my fingers down across my belly, letting a finger of each hand hook in the front band of my panties. I pulled it forward, pushing my hips forward, peeking down into my panties as I kept dancing slowly to imagined music. My face frowned in mock disapproval as I looked at the recently trimmed triangle of pubes I left in front when I shaved my pussy. I said accusingly, pulling farther up and forward so the panties would ride up between my lips, "My pussy is very naughty too." "Is it?" I held the tightly pulled band of my panties down as if showing him, so he could see some of my trimmed pubic hair. "Yes, it's very naughty" "Why is it naughty? I let the panties snap back and turned around, squeezing my thighs together as if ashamed of what I had seen. Pushing my ass out toward him, I slowly started sliding the panties down, exposing my firm, rounded ass. As soon as it was uncovered I looked back at him over my shoulder with a guilty pout. "It wants your hard cock in it very, very badly" And it did. I had to face it. My body was totally into the act. My pussy was getting quite wet-wet for this fat man who exploited my addiction for sex. My body burned and tingled with every sign of arousal. Exposing myself to him so wantonly, the bimbo act, the adrenaline buzz of my addiction, my urgent need to fuck him, even the sting of shame, were all mixing together and making me hot. It was turning me on! Fuck it, I thought. I might hate myself later, but it made it so much easier to get what I needed now. "Is it wet for me." "Yes, it's so wet for you. It wants your big cock so bad!" It did. I slid the panties down the rest of the way and stepped out of them, turning to face him again, totally naked except for the high heels that shaped my calves and made my legs seem longer. My fingers caressed my skin, sliding up my belly as I shifted weight from one hip to the other, posing for him. "Check it to be sure" I felt an electric, shameful thrill run through me as he watched my hand slide down my belly and between my legs. Slipping my middle finger between the lips of my pussy, I found it as wet as I had known it would be. I rolled my hips a little as I rubbed my pussy, looking at him, my mouth opening slightly as my breathing deepened. "It's very wet for you." I started to occasionally tease my clit a little out of horniness and habit. "Put a finger in it to be sure" Even as wrapped up in it all as I was, I blushed as I slipped my middle finger into my wet pussy. "Fuck it a little" I moved my finger in and out, breathing harder, my body was turning pinker in places, but not just from blushing. "How does it feel? "It feels so naughty, but my finger is too small. It wants your cock." "Taste it" I slipped out my finger and put it in my mouth, tasting juices, wondering why men like that so much. Then I pulled it from my lips and put it back into my pussy. "Come here and let me see." "Yes, Mr. Marino" I slipped out my finger and walked over, swaying my hips as I looked at the large man, still sitting at his desk. I stood next to Paul like an eager slut, legs shoulder width apart for his examination, arching my back a little to push out my breasts with their now pebble hard nipples and my round little ass. Slowly, Paul stood and faced me, very close. I looked up, clasping my hands together behind me, over my ass, to help keep me from grabbing his wrist reflexively if he did something surprising. I didn't want to screw up and stop this before I got what I needed! Paul slid his hand between my legs, his pudgy fingers moving over my slit, working their way between my lower lips and spreading them as he rubbed and examined. I made tiny animal noises and my hips rocked slightly. "See?" I almost whispered, my voice breaking a little as he rubbed a little harder. "It's so wet for you." I looked down at Paul's hand disappearing between my legs and noticed his pants were bulging already. The fake! I didn't have to do all this to get him hard. He wasn't even trying to hide it. I didn't dare mention it. "I see that," Paul said, his fingers pressing up a little more as he rubbed. His fingers slid back to circle on my clit roughly, making me grimace and gasp and making my knees twitch. "and it's getting wetter." I nodded and whimpered, "Yes," now moving my pussy to his rhythm, almost involuntarily. Paul bent down and started to lick my right nipple as his fingers continued to move on my pussy. His tongue flicked at it and I gasped, then he took it in his mouth and sucked it. He sucked it so hard I thought it was going to be left misshapen. I started to moan louder as he released the nipple and started to suck the other one. Paul's fingers were still working my pussy roughly. I realized with shame that in my condition, the relentless rubbing combined with the breast sucking were going to make me cum fast. Stopping suddenly, Paul's fingers came out from between my legs. His mouth released my saliva soaked breast, leaving both tits pink from the sucking, nipples temporarily distended. I groaned. He stood looking down at me, very close, as I shook a little. "Take off my jacket and hang it up." Thinking, "Thank god, the man is finally going to undress and fuck me" I helped Paul off with his jacket and hung it on one of the hangers on the rack behind his desk. No doubt the hangers were kept handy for these "special arrangements.". "Bend over my desk," directed Paul. I turned to do it, praying he would take off his pants and fuck me now. I bent deep, breathing hard, and put my wet pink tits on the plastic sheet covering the calendar of his desk pad. I kept my legs straight and spread them as wide as I dared in my very high heels, rolling my hips forward to better present my wet aching pussy. Stretching my arms across the desk, I gripped the far edge. Paul sat again, still clothed, and rolled his chair up closer. I felt his hands pat my upper thighs apart so I carefully inched my feet out wider. He set his left hand on my ass, kneading and swatting it gently as he started to rub my pussy again. "Does this pussy want to be fucked?" I moaned, "Oh yes! It wants to be fucked my your big cock!" I felt two fat fingers press at my opening and start to wiggle and push their way into my wet pussy. I whimpered, almost lost my footing in the heels. As they gradually slid deeper I started to grind on them, my wet walls stretched apart as Mr. Marino wiggled them in to the knuckle. I groaned, realizing there was more to this game. I was being made to wallow in my shameful role and show that I was a whore in every way. I had to surrender all dignity to get what I needed. "Mmmm, What a nice tight pussy." "But naughty," I added, breathless as I squeezed and rolled my pelvis. Paul started moving them in and out slowly. I gripped the desk, feeling him turn his fingers as he worked them in my pussy, my nipples rubbing on the cool plastic of the desk pad as I moved slightly with each slow push of those fat fingers. he was still kneading my ass with the other hand. "What would that naughty pussy do if this was my cock?" His fingers pushed in faster, twisting. I moaned. "I didn't hear you." "P-push back to meet it!" I began to push back a little to meet the finger thrusts. "Uh huh," Paul sounded like he was getting very excited now. "And squeeze it and work it!" I half moaned this, quickly, before I was asked again. I started to push back on the persistent fingers, grinding and squeezing in pulses. "Very good! I felt Paul spread the cheeks of my upheld, exposed ass with his fingers, heard a spit and felt it land on the bud of my asshole. then another. I groaned, wanting to cry "No, don't make me an ass whore too!" but I didn't dare. I felt Paul's finger pressing and rubbing around the tender hole. I whimpered pitifully, still pushing my pussy back onto his thrusting fingers. "I think your ass is a naughty too. Don't you think so?" I heard myself whisper "Yes." "Let's see." Paul's finger started pressing and my body wriggled as I gasped, trying to relax my muscles for him. I felt the finger press at the tight ring of my anus, then stop a little, as I whimpered and whined, twisting on the fingers that were still pumping my pussy steadily. I felt Paul start pushing the finger in my ass again. I bared down and felt it slip in past the ring.I groaned as Paul held it there, then deeper again, until most of his fat finger was in my ass. He held it still, but my rocking and pushing for his other fingers moved me back and forth on it. Paul started finger fucking my pussy even harder and faster. Wet squishy sounds filled the room with my scent as he continued. I was whining a little more frantically as Paul's hand pumped away, his finger in my churning ass, my hips rolling and rocking. It was too much, I started to whine a high pitched whine as I squirmed on Paul's fingers. I was going to cum very soon. "Oh my you are a horny little slut aren't you" "I am...Ohhhh!" "Say it" "I'm a horny little slut!" Suddenly Paul pulled his fingers from my pussy, leaving the one in my ass. I groaned, near tears. "Then take off my pants and underwear, slut." Mr. Marino slowly pulled his finger from my ass. "You can ride my cock now." Panting, I dropped to my knees my hips shaking, pussy and ass shocked at the sudden emptiness, aching from Mr. Marino denying my imminent orgasm. I no longer thought of him as Paul as I sat there, throbbing and yearning. I turned to take down Mr. Marino's pants. Mr. Marino had removed his expensive shoes already. I started to undo his pants, the bulge lifting at an angle to his left. I got them down and his cock was tenting his blue boxers high. I hung the pants near his jacket. I kneeled again and gripped the elastic of the boxers, pulling them down as Mr. Marino's erect cock sprung at my face. I slid the boxers to his feet and he stepped out of them. Playing the Hole Card Ch. 02 "Do a little of that tongue thing first, slut. Lick the head. I liked that last time." I looked up and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Marino," as I held it by the base and extended my tongue. I flicked my tongue tip on the hole in the end, drilling gently at it, then curled tongue around the rim of the big mushroom head a few times. I looked up at Mr. Marino past his paunchy belly, watching him take off his own shirt while he watched me. He grunted now and then, making a little moan as I tickled the sensitive underside, right below the head. I sipped it in my mouth and suckled it for a moment while he pulled his undershirt off over his head, then pulled off with a slurp and licked at the head more quickly. "Mmmm good, but that's enough of that." The big man faced me, naked except for his socks, exposing his paunch, big chest, and shoulders. He smiled down at me with lust, hard cock pointing accusingly in my direction, half of it wet from my attentions. Mr. Marino sat in his chair, ass forward a little. "Climb on slut, your naughty pussy can have what it wants." "Do you have a rubber, Mr. Marino? I have one in my purse" "We can do a rubber, but that's half the feeling on my cock, half the pay" I shook my head. No rubber. Fuck it. Still breathing hard, legs shaking, I scampered up, head still rushing from the denied orgasm, and straddled Mr. Marino's lap, facing him, his thick lap spreading my legs wide. My wet, puffy pussy hovered over the rock hard cock, and I was shamefully eager to be on it. My payment was almost forgotten in the moment. Mr. Marino held my hips in his big hands and slid his ass forward a little more, lining me up. I reached down to guide his cock between my swollen lower lips. As it popped into place I slowly sat on it, making a pitiful whimper, my hips quivering involuntarily as I gradually engulfed more and more of the cock with my very wet pussy. "Ohh yeah! I knew that naughty pussy was going to feel good" he huffed and bit his lower lip, eyes on his disappearing cock. "Fuck yeah" When it was mostly in Mr. Marino grunted and gave a hard buck, thrusting deep hard, making me yelp and him chuckle. I started to grind on him, working his cock with my pelvis as my ass churned on his lap. Making a moan, I squeezed it in pulses. Mr. Marino started to play with my breasts and I lifted them to his mouth wantonly. He smiled and sucked one into his mouth, suckling it as his fingers played with the other. He tugged my nipple, making me whimper and start riding up and down on his cock. His mouth came off my breast and was replaced by his other hand. "Oh, you like to ride that cock, don't you, slut" "Yes Mr. Marino," I whined, fucking myself on it, "I like your cock very much!" "And you knew that a nipple tug meant move up and down on my cock?" "It made me have to!" "What do you do if I slap that pretty ass?" The question made me moan again. "Ride faster?" "Smart little slut" My ass felt a sharp swat. I rode faster, almost bouncing. Mr. Marino's hand went back to my breast and he grinned at me as I galloped on his cock, feeling it slide most of the way out just to impale me as I plopped back each time with a wet slap and often a whimper. The fast riding and the directions were making the urgency grow in me very fast. "And if I twist your nipples, what does that mean?" "Oh! I-um-don't know, Ohhh!" "It means squeeze and grind" My nipples felt a twist and I stopped bouncing with a squeal. I started to churn my hips, grinding my pussy on Mr. Marino's hard cock. I squeezed it in pulses. The commands were so fucking hot for some reason! As I readied myself for his next direction, I knew I was going to cum soon. I felt a tug and made a pitiful whine as I started to ride up and down again. Then a swat, so I rode harder, another swat and I was bouncing even faster and harder on it. Mr. Marino was looking at me with a sex grimace that broke into a grin now and then, grunting and huffing.. He released my nipples and watched my tits bounce wildly for awhile, then took hold of the nipples again, smiling at me. I groaned,"Oh MY GOD!" expecting a command. The urgency was nearing explosion in me as I fucked Mr. Marino's cock wildly.. I felt him tense and his hips shift, heard him moan and grunt in "that way," and knew he was close too. "Do you want my cum, slut?" "Yes! Yes,Mr. Marino-! I want your cum!" I managed to shout between moans. "Beg for it" "Oh! Please Mr. Marino! Pleeeease gimmee your cum!" He shouted, "Oh fuck!" I cried out "Oh god!" We came together hard, my body bucking and convulsing against his. I felt the throbs of each squirt as he grunted and I cried out, spasming on him. It went on for what seemed minutes. Slowly he relaxed, then I did, gasping and panting. After a moment he leaned way back and I sprawled across his belly and chest, almost limp. Shivering every now and then in little bursts, I tried to catch my breath. His hand rested on my ass and he patted it now and then, or gave it an affectionate squeeze as he panted. Too soon, he sat up, making me sit up. We looked at each other. "You are a born cock rider, girl. whew." Mr. Marino patted my ass again, a little harder. "I'm going to go clean up. You wait here and I'll come back in a few minutes and make sure you get your reward. Move this sweet little ass off my chair so you don't get anything more on it. There is a towel by the chair over their, you can sit on that. When I come back and we've talked a bit more and I've paid you, you can use the bathroom." "OK," I said, anxious to get the tickets but happy to have a moment to pull myself together. Mr. Marino went into the bathroom, bringing his clothes, and I heard the sound of a shower. I spread the towel on the chair, gathered my clothes into my arms and sat. My body still tingled with echoes of my amazing orgasm. I shook my head and put it in my hand. My life had become crazy. I'd thrown away everything. I was out of money. I'd gotten every credit card I could and run up cash advance I'd never be able to pay back. Now my credit was shot and I'd never get one again. My job was hanging by a thread. I was being evicted from my apartment. I had lost my last boyfriend months ago when my gambling started getting bad. And now I was whoring myself for gambling money, and worse, now I was fucking getting off on it! I'd fucked everything up thrall of gambling. Now I was just going on any way I could, waiting for the horrible ending that had to come soon.. The door opened and Mr. Marino came out. He was in his suit again and was straightening his tie. He smiled at me, sitting naked on a towel, and I was surprised to see what appeared to be sympathy there. "The comp tickets?" Mr. Marino waved away my words and shook his head as he sat in his chair. and pulled over his keyboard from the side of the desk. "No need for tickets. I'm about to post two hundred dollars directly to your Pink Level card. You can play that or just get cash at the machine." He typed and hit enter. "Done. Now that I know you are not a one timer we will do it that way." He looked up and smiled, "I know you will be back." I sighed and nodded weakly. Mr. Marino was right. I stood up clutching my clothes. "Before you go, Donna" he said in a kind but businesslike tone, "I have a proposal for you." I asked suspiciously, "What kind of proposal?" "Well," he said, looking like a man giving a sales pitch. "Don't ever repeat this. It's secret. Promise?" I nodded. "This casino has a very exclusive and secretive club for a few rich gentlemen. They enjoy women like you, Donna. Women who will do what you did here today, basically. There is no abuse, no forcing, just women who choose freely to offer their themselves as entertainment for the members. The understanding is that the members can do whatever they want, as long as it's not harmful or disgusting. The girls are to participate eagerly. They are never forced, that's not what the members want. Girls can walk out at any moment, but very few do. They are compensated very well." Mr Marino leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes." "It would give you a way to take care of your debts, any housing troubles, and to keep gambling if you liked." I tried to think straight. I would never have considered doing any of this until my addiction. The offer would have been unthinkable and insulting. But now things were totally different. I was at rock bottom. I was about to be homeless. Besides, I'd already made myself a man's plaything, a whore. What was I going to do? Live homeless and come fuck Mr. Marino every day so could gamble? I swallowed hard, feeling some forgotten hope slip away. His cum dripped down my naked, sweaty thigh. I deserved everything I was getting. "I'm interested." To Be Continued