0 comments/ 35242 views/ 21 favorites What're the Odds? By: Married_Man_63 This is just a story. The people and the plot exist only in my imagination. No husbands were harmed in the writing of this story. I hope it gives you pleasure. ***** It might have been Ben and Gemma Murphy's wedding night and the beginning of their honeymoon, but there would be no surprises in their Vegas hotel room that night. Both had lost their virginity to the other over two years before. The only things making tonight special were this is the first time it would be as husband and wife, and both had agreed to abstain for a couple of weeks. In the last 26 months there had been copious sexual activity. Ever since Gemma had given herself as a 19th birthday present to her childhood sweetheart they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. There wasn't much they hadn't tried. Him on top, her on top, doggy. Ben preferred doggy because, as much as he loved her face, nothing turned him on more than thrusting against that perfect heart shaped ass and watching himself slide in to her. So that became their default position. They even tried anal but Gemma just couldn't relax enough and the slightest pain to her caused him to lose his hardness. Ben loved Gemma with all his heart and the very idea of hurting her was enough to stop him performing. Oral had been fun for them both. Gemma had been a natural and found she loved to feel a cock unfurl and stiffen in her mouth. Ben always wanted to shoot in her pussy, so she'd never had to deal with a mouthful of ejaculate. Ben himself was no slouch at the old oral either. He loved the taste of pussy and could lap away till the juices ran down his face and Gemma begged him to stop and fuck her. Today had been fraught with sexual tension. They had groped, fondled, caressed and passionately kissed at every stolen opportunity. All this had only fed fuel to their desires and finally they were alone. The time was here and their marriage was about to be consummated. After two weeks without and a whole day of mutual teasing passions were running high. Gemma reclined on their king size bed in just her matching set of pale blue bra, panties and suspenders and lacy topped white stockings. As she raised herself up onto her elbows her wavy chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back and by tilting her head to the side so half her face was covered. She looked up through hooded lids and thick lashes. Ben exited the bathroom to see his new bride smile coquettishly in the most provocative of poses and felt himself stir. God he loved this woman. He called her his wicked seductress. She was nothing of the sort of course. She was a decent, honest, moral woman. A staggeringly sexy, honest, moral woman, but far too honest and moral to be wicked. All he meant was, if she wanted to, he was sure Gemma could have any man she desired. And he never lost sight of the fact that she wanted only him. He looked into her green almond shaped eyes that held a spark of mischief and promise, passed her seductively curved full lips, down her elegant neck to her shoulders and her superb breasts. The label on the bra said 32D. What that didn't tell you was her nipples were long and sensitive and so tempting to suck. Can nipples be beautiful? Ben thought Gemma's were and he loved to suck on them. They were so sensitive, so responsive so...mmmmm. Looking over her flat stomach Ben's eyes travelled passed his new wife's pale blue panties and down her long slender legs. Long slender, open legs. Sitting up Gemma unclasps her bra and flings it across the room, her proud erect nipples felt good to be released. Gemma looked up at her handsome new husband. His 6' 2" frame topped by an unruly blond mop. His bright inquisitive playful blue eyes and boyish grin. A strong masculine jaw line. Broad powerful shoulders and muscular chest. Nothing so ostentatious as a six pack but a good hard flat stomach. A proud 4 inches pushes against his loose boxers and long firm muscular legs of a runner. Gemma had grown up with three brothers. She knew his penis was below average. She'd had plenty of glimpses of cock over the years and knew there were bigger ones out there. Her parents had been, as they saw it, refreshingly open about nudity. Gemma had grown up without a complex and with no hang ups concerning the male member. Besides, this was the age of the Internet, if she needed to see cocks there were plenty out there. Gemma didn't mind at all that Ben was small. She loved him. He made her laugh till her sides ached; he understood her weird way of explaining things. He got her like nobody else ever had. He was physically quite quite beautiful and had a generosity of spirit that made her want to cry. He cared about people. People he didn't know. Poor people, disadvantaged people. To Gemma Ben was beautiful inside and out. Oh and that thing he did with his tongue, wow! Ben approached the bed, trying to remove his shorts casually and not trip over them. He almost managed it too, but he turned his trip to his advantage when he landed on the bed with his face between his wife's legs inches from her pussy. Looking her in the face he grinned that grin and extended his tongue and took a quick swipe at her pussy through her panties. Gemma groaned and tossed back her head, she was too wound up for teasing now. She leant forward and placed a hand on either side of his head and pulled him closer, her eyes imploring him. Ben loved this bit, he pulled her panties aside and flicked her clit with his tongue. "Please!", half whispered half panted Gemma begged for more. "Please?", asked Ben, "are you asking me to stop?" "No! More, more, lots more!", Gemma is pushing her pussy towards his face. "No more? Really? " "No you bastard, lick my pussy. Lick it now, you teasing fucker" Gemma's pussy was on fire. It has been throbbing all day and now, with the promise of release so near, was soaking wet and her clitoris extended and sensitive. Ben went for broke. He tears the flimsy panties apart at the crotch and bears his wife's shaven pussy. The sudden reckless destruction surprises and excites Gemma. She has never seen her husband show such passion. But then she has never fucked him as her husband before. The aroma coming from the bald, wet, open pussy fills Ben's senses and he drives his tongue deep inside. The taste is enough to make him lap frantically. Again and again he licks her pussy lips and forces his tongue as deep inside as it will go. Gemma groans and gurgles in delight. Her cunt is super charged and highly sensitive. She pulls him hard against her and feels her orgasm begin to build. Ben decides to change tack, he moves his mouth up from her pussy and sucks hard on Gemma's clit. Her hips start to buck against his face and she holds the back of his head so hard her nails dig in his scalp. Gemma is groaning and crying out animal sounds. There are no words, just noises. Ben is really getting off on how excited she is. His cock is rock hard and if he's not careful he thinks he could cum from licking her out. Taking things up one last notch he inserts two fingers inside her and fucks her with them, fast while he sucks her clit. A strangled scream escapes Gemma's throat and her back arches, lifting off the bed. The orgasm courses through her for what seems like minutes. Monochrome fireworks go off behind closed lids and Gemma flops back onto the bed. Ben's face glistened with her juices, they're all he can taste, and as Gemma's soul gradually returns to earth he makes his way up her body kissing her thighs, her belly, her breasts. Her nipples. They are a full inch and a half long. Gemma mmmms in satisfaction. She loves having her nipples sucked. Ben cups and gently squeezes the one he isn't sucking. Gemma looks down at him and mouths a silent, "Thank you". Ben continues to suck but the hand that was cupping moves down along her side till it is stroking her hip. Gemma knows what this means. Ben wants her to move, to get on all fours, and she gladly obliges. Ben is as hard and throbbing as he can ever remember being and he forces himself all the way in in one push. Balls deep in one thrust. Gemma would like to have her breath taken with such a movement, but alas it doesn't happen. But it does feel really nice and she's just had a fantastic orgasm so anything is bound to be well, not a disappointment exactly... Ben is holding on to her hips forcing himself in, over and over. The pussy is hot wet and snug. And the view, the view of that perfect ass and those stockings and suspenders is enough to tip him over the edge. It takes less than a minute for Ben to be unloading two weeks' worth of cum into his new wife. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Harrrrr! ", Ben isn't exactly laughing, but there is something triumphant in his voice as his orgasm hits him. Ben collapses on to Gemma and the pair fall together onto the bed. This is pretty much form for them now. They will manoeuvre until Ben is spooned behind Gemma and falls asleep satisfied. Sometimes the fucking reignites something in Gemma. Though the first orgasm is great there is a need for more once she has felt his cock inside. But only sometimes. She has tried to encourage him to use his fingers or his tongue on her again, but Ben won't go near her pussy when it has his cum in it. He says it feels gay. And although he has nothing at all against gays, he simply isn't and it holds no appeal for him. Unfortunately their wedding night was one of those sometimes. Ben was asleep within moments. Gemma lay there, his arm around her waist, with just enough of a buzz in her pussy to keep her awake. She waited for a few more minutes before sliding out from under him and going into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet letting his copious ejaculate drip out of her, playing with her pussy and getting his cum on her fingers. Curiosity made her raise her hand to her face and, firstly sniff her fingers before sticking out her tongue and tasting them. She knew her own smell and that kind of overpowered anything else but the taste was different. Ironically she also knew how she tasted, she has kissed her husband after he had her juices all over his face. But this was something else. It excited her to think she was tasting spunk for the first and she wanted to get a better taste. So she sat and scooped two finger lots one after the other and sucked them off her fingers. One after another after another. She loved the taste and it felt so naughty to be doing this without Ben. Course she wasn't technically doing anything wrong. She wasn't cheating, this was his cum after all. And the taste and feel of it sliding down her throat had the butterflies skitting in her tummy and her breathing was becoming shallow and she just knew she had to cum. Using one hand to remove the last dregs and the other to rub her clit, Gemma brought herself to the climax she needed. Her eyes tight shut as she sucked hard on her fingers imagining she was sucking a hard cock till it erupted in her mouth. Swallowing down shot after shot of hot thick creamy cum. Somewhat guiltily she cleaned up and returned to bed where she eventually fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning her dreams weren't clear but her pussy was wet and her clitoris extended and her mind was full of how she had herself cum. Both of the newlyweds slept in, the previous day and night had taken its toll on them and there were no set plans to spoil. Neither stirred till about 11 when the familiar rattle of the trolley punctuated by a rap on a door and shrill call of "Housekeeping!" disturbed them. The maid was at the next room so Ben leapt out of bed took a two minute shower and threw on some shorts and a polo shirt. "Hey sleepyhead we need to vacate for a while so this lady can do her job", Ben gently shook Gemma awake. Gemma had less sleep than Ben and just whimpered. "Can't she come back later?" "You know I don't like taking advantage, she has a tough job for not much pay. Let's not make it any tougher for her". There's the beautiful caring person she loved so much she married him. Gemma shot him a quick smile before diving into the shower herself. The stream of warm water revived her spirits and senses and before the knock came on their own door was dressed in yoga pants, trainers and baggy t-shirt. They spent what was left of the morning getting to know The Strip. Wandering in and out of the big casinos, catching the sites and generally just deciding what to do next. As they walked through various lobbies Gemma was keen to watch the action on craps and roulette tables. Ben was as rude as she had ever heard him. "Gambling is for losers. There is only a one winner in these places, do you think they can afford to build and run these dens of glitz and glamour if they weren't fleecing every punter that put a dime in a slot machine ", Ben's rant took Gemma by surprise. She'd never heard him say any of this before, her shocked expression stopped him mid-flow. "I'm sorry Honey, my dad's brother lost everything to gambling, his home and even his wife. I don't mean to preach". "Ben, if that's how you feel why did you agree to marry and honeymoon here?" "Your heart was set on it, and what my gal wants my gal gits!" He put on his worst cowboy impersonation and gave a theatrical wink. Gemma hugged him tight and thought just how lucky she was to have this guy. "Yee har, Bryce Canyon! How about it little lady, what say we mosey on over and book an excursion? " Ben had seen a tourist office offering days out and The Grand Canyon and Bryce were both on offer. Within 20 minutes their next day's plans were set, a full 8 hour excursion to see Bryce Canyon, including horse riding. Just like real cowboys. The rest of the day was spent lounging by the hotel pool swimming and relaxing. Gemma caught a little too much sun and come evening as they were getting ready to go out she really didn't feel so good. Ben ordered room service and they spent the night in their room cuddling and watching TV. Gemma felt dreadful, both in herself and for spoiling Ben's enjoyment. When the next morning came Ben was up ready by 8 after a quiet early night. Gemma still wasn't feeling too good. "Come on Sexy, up and at 'em, steers don't rustle themselves you know!" Gemma's confused expression told him she'd forgotten their date, "Bryce Canyon little lady! Time we wuz headin' fir them thar hills! " "Oh Ben, I'm sorry, I can't possibly. Another day out in the sun will finish me off." Ben's face fell for a second, till he recovered and smiled down at his wife. "That's ok Honey. The Canyon has been there a long time and it isn't going anywhere anytime soon." "Oh no you go, you were looking forward to it. I just need to rest; there is nothing you can do here for me. Go! Go rustle cattle, go have fun." "Are you sure Gem? If I'm going to go I have to go now. It's a long day and I have to be at the pickup point in half an hour." "GO!" She said laughing as he picked his stuff and left. "Housekeeping! " Gemma had fallen back into a deep sleep. This time she didn't have the luxury of the maid in the next room and this time the rude awakening had come in the middle of an erotic dream. Gemma was in her knees slurping on a cock. A big hard cock. Her fingers were fiddling with her wet pussy and her breasts were exposed to the maid showing her obvious excitement. "I can come back when you're finished", said the maid deliberately ogling the aroused woman. She made no move to leave but stared at Gemma's exposed breasts. Gemma was still a little groggy but on the whole a lot better than earlier. A day in the desert was still the last thing she needed, but in the air conditioned indoors she was OK. "No, no please give me a minute, I'll be out of your hair in no time" Gemma grabbed the yoga pants and t-shirt from the previous day and dashed to the bathroom. She ran a brush through her hair, rubbed toothpaste on her teeth with a finger and pulled on the clothes. She was only going to be gone a short while so didn't bother with underwear. Grabbed her purse with room key and cash slipped on trainers and headed out. The maid watched Gemma's ass jiggle sexily in the yoga pants as she walked down the hall. That really was a perfect ass. Gemma's rumbling tummy lead her to the diner in the casino complex. It was 10:50 and breakfast was still available. Ordering coffee, juice and scrambled eggs and bacon, Gemma caught her breath and considered her plan of attack for the day. She remembered her attire and noticed to her horror that in the air conditioned environment of the diner without her bra her chilled erect nipples were clearly visible through the shirt cloth, and the mirrored walls showed it was baggy enough to give side glimpse of her 32D's through the arm holes. That made up her mind. After breakfast it was straight back to the room. Gemma noted the sly glances and occasionally the blatant leering from some of the men in the diner. At first she was too embarrassed to even look up but as time went on she became more comfortable and decided to return the blatant stares. In one case an elderly Hispanic looking man beamed a smile of partially missing teeth. His thinning hair combed over and stubbly multiple chins wobbled as he nodded his approval. Despite herself Gemma laughed lightly, smiled back and mouthed, "Thank you", she felt flattered and not a little turned on. Wicked seductress am I? She smiled inside and thought how naughty she had become; eating cum and masturbating and now flashing strangers and liking their reaction. Gemma's mind wandered till she noticed the middle aged waitress was by her table. "I said, 'will that be all Miss?'" There was an edge to her voice to her voice and she leant in and hissed, "We can't stop you people coming in here and picking up your clients, but for pities sake at least have the decency to wait till the families have left!" She thinks I'm a prostitute! Gemma was lost for words. Her cheeks flushed and she gasped. Mumbling an apology she got up and left leaving enough cash to cover the cost of her breakfast and a good tip. Ducking into a ladies restroom she stood and looked at her reflection. She turned from side to side watching herself. She took in her pert firm boobs tantalisingly flashed, her equally pert firm ass. Her semi tussled hair and flushed face made her look like she was ready for or had just had sex. She noticed her hands were shaking slightly and realised it was because she was excited. She was aroused. And right now she would do that woman in the mirror in a heart. "God I'm turning into some sort of nympho!" She composed herself before she left the bathroom, Ben was away for the next 6 hours or so and she didn't want to get into any scrapes. "OK Wicked Seductress, it's back to the bedroom with you till you calm the fuck down!" Crossing the lobby to the elevators Gemma's attention was attracted by a cheer from further inside. She craned her neck to see. A bunch of well-dressed businessmen were crowded round a craps table. Curiosity got the better of her and Gemma wandered over to see what was happening. At first her view was obscured by the crowd but as the men noticed her presence they parted letting her in and closing in behind her. One of the group was bragging and holding his dice aloft in a clenched hand. The shooter was asking if, "You pussies are ready to lay down some serious money?" Gemma noticed there were a number of chips laid in piles around the grid drawn out on a green cloth. Various bystanders jeered and jibed at the shooter, there was a tension building and Gemma would feel herself swept along with it. It was exciting, intense, almost arousing. She found herself totally sucked in by the game and when the shooter threw his dice her heart stopped. The cheer went up, Gemma didn't see or really understand what had happened but the rush of release she felt had her panting for breath and she felt her pussy moisten. A hand glanced across her ass, tickling, enticing. Gemma's excitement at the game and arousal from recent events were mingling. She wanted to push back against the anonymous hand, she wanted contact. What're the Odds? Pt. 02 Won't make much sense if you haven't read What're the Odds. Hopefully it will still be hot, just not make much sense. As always, I hope it gives pleasure. ***** Gemma ached a little all over, as is only to be expected after the exertions of the previous night. She had a new ache she'd never felt before, a deep satisfying ache deep within her. She'd been stretched in two cavities last night and although she was a little sore the constant reminder of her activities and how much she loved how she had felt was the reason for her wistful half smile and the far away look in her eyes. Helena was watching her casually while trying to listen to what Smith was saying. The three of them were sat around a table in the local IHOP waiting for an associate of Smith's to join them. "I trusted your judgement yesterday because you haven't let me down in five years, but I just need to be sure we aren't inviting any trouble. You say she's married, well what if he comes a-looking'? What if he reports her missing? No new husband is just going to notch a vanishing bride down to experience and walk away, and we don't want no police snifffin' round like pigs after truffles. Ahh here he is." Smith indicated a medium build, medium height, entirely medium looking man as he entered the eatery. Mr Average didn't need to look around, he knew Smith would be at his usual table and sauntered over. Gemma dragged herself back from reverie and glanced up as he approached, there was something familiar about him that she couldn't put a finger on until Smith said, "So is the husband making waves Robbie? Do we have a situation we must reconcile?" Of course! Robbie, the cab driver from the day before. He was obviously more than a cab driver for Smith. "Robbie here is my eyes and ears", Smith told Gemma. "He has a, shall we say, a flair for going about unnoticed and a network of people he's helped over the years that feel beholding to him." Robbie bowed towards Gemma with something of a flourish and smiled broadly. "Nothing we can't control for now Boss. He's a bit of a caged tiger, worried about his wife, but I got a guy on reception reassuring him he saw her go out with a lady friend and they both looked happy. I also got a lady friend of my own working the phones and if he tries to call the police it's coming through to my cell." Smith nodded, apparently satisfied. He looked across at Gemma and said, "Ordinarily I'd be sending you back to settle this little domestic by yourself but you managed to make a powerful friend last night. Bob is a very wealthy, very generous client of mine and I aim to keep my clients happy. So now we have to find a way to keep you around. You do want to stick around I assume? " Gemma nodded enthusiastically, Helena put an arm around her, rested her head on Gemma's shoulder and squeezed, she wanted her to stick around too. "Well then ladies, it looks like we have some work to do", Smith stood, his hands flat against the table and fingers spread looking from one female face to the other with a totally deadpan expression, "And let's see if we can't have a bit of fun at the same time ". Gemma let out a huge sigh of relief and they all walked towards Robbie's cab. "He's not going to hurt Ben is he?", Gemma whispered to her friend. "It's never a good idea to mess with the boss, but he's not an animal. If he was going in strong arm he wouldn't bring you along. " Helena reassured her. Robbie dropped Smith and the women right outside the main entrance. Never one to cower in the shadows, Smith marched into reception with the Gemma and Helena in tow and immediately took in his surroundings. There was nothing to alarm him and he knew they were in plenty of time. He took Gemma aside and spoke a number of instructions into her ear. Her head nodded occasionally showing she understood and accepted his words. They walked up to the elevator and rode up to Ben and Gemma's floor. Gemma used the keycard she had with her and opened the door to her hotel room. She walked right in like she had every right to without an ounce of hesitation or shame. She had been out with friends and done nothing wrong. Ben was pacing the room, stopped suddenly, looked at his wife and cried with a tsunami of relief, "Gemma!" "Hey Honey, how was Bryce Canyon?" "What? Fine, wh...? Where the hell have you been?", Ben ran forward and flung his arms around her. She hugged him back warmly. She sensed the turmoil he'd been going through and allowed herself to feel what he must be feeling. For the first time since she'd met Helena she actually felt a tinge of guilt. He was a wonderful kind and caring human being and had done nothing wrong. Gemma momentarily baulked at what she'd agreed with Smith. Couldn't they just go back and be like it was before? Couldn't she pretend it hadn't happened. She knew the answer before she thought it. No. There was no going back. Genies don't go back into bottles. Gemma knew she had to go with Smith's plan, and despite herself felt a tingle of anticipation. "I've been out making friends Honey", Gemma said stepping aside so that Helena and Smith could come in behind her. Ben, stunned, walked backwards till he fell, sitting, onto the bed. Smith stepped forward and said, "I think we have a few things to talk about Mr Murphy. " Not entirely sure how to respond Ben looked at his wife imploringly, she moved and stood next to Smith. "Ya know today needn't be a bad day." Helena sat on the bed beside Ben and placed her hand in his knee rubbing lightly. "I sure can see what attracted Gemma to you in the first place." Ben squirmed away, not knowing who to look at. Smith took control. He positioned himself slightly behind Gemma and placed a hand on either shoulder. "What you need to understand, young Ben, is your wife here has maybe outgrown you. If not you personally she has outgrown your relationship. You are going to have to adjust your expectations if want your marriage to succeed." Ben's mind spun. Nothing he had imagined since getting back the previous evening and finding his wife absent had prepared him for what he thought he was hearing. His brow furrowed and his head shook. Gemma felt so sorry for him right now but she knew there was no going back from this. No easy let off. "Awww sugar, it ain't the end of the world. Look on it as an exciting new beginning. " Helena tried to snuggle closer but Ben wriggled away. "You see Ben, I don't think you really appreciate what a sexy, sensual and deeply erotic woman you have here." Smith stroked Gemma's arms as he stood behind her. She made no attempt to hide her pleasure at this contact and closed her eyes. Smith allowed his hands to roam around and cup her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples through her flimsy borrowed dress. Her head fell back and her breathing became laboured. Ben looked on stunned. He felt lost. He wasn't an aggressive man. Despite his good build and physical capability he would never allow himself to be violent. While his attention was focused on watching his wife respond to another man's touch, Helena took the opportunity to put herself in the equivalent position as Smith held and kneeling behind Ben she was able to be the devil whispering on his shoulder. She breathed into his ear, "See how aroused she gets so quickly? And right in front of her husband! I do believe she might actually be rubbing her ass against his crotch! Do you think she is making him hard? She's a very sexy lady, how can she not be making him hard? Do you think that feeling his cock stiffen is making her pussy wet?" Ben sat watching his wife, listening to the devil's words. Tears fell down his face but he couldn't drag his eyes away. And there was no mistaking he was getting hard himself. Smith lowered the straps on the sundress Gemma had borrowed from Helena. She was braless and her pert young breasts were now exposed. Smith rolled her long excited nipples between thumb and fore finger. Gemma groaned in pleasure. "Oh baby, look how hot your wife is! Isn't she sexy, don't she just make you want to fuck her? She sure makes me want to fuck her!" Helena's words echo round Ben's head. She is gently putting her hands inside his polo shirt and tracing her nails across his stomach up to his nipples. At first he was unaware but when he does realise he's so aroused he doesn't try to stop her. A deep moan issues from his throat and as one hand pulls his nipple, the other moves south. "You see Ben, you're a very fortunate young man", Smith said to the groom. Ben is really in no state to respond. Smith cups both naked breasts as if to highlight a point. "This woman, this beautiful desirable woman still wants you. She knows that you alone are not enough to satisfy her, not anymore. She knows the thrill of holding a man enthralled or the naughty pleasure of feeling a big hard cock slide into her tight pussy", another groan, this time from Gemma as she recalled how full she felt with Ryan inside her. Her own hands were around back gripping Smith's firm ass cheeks as she ground back against the growing hardness in his trousers. Smith continued, "This sensual goddess of the erotic wants you to come along on her journey. She wants you to share in her life. All you have to do is allow her some fulfillment, fulfillment you can't give her. What do you say Ben? Are you going to turn your back on the woman you promised to honour just days ago." Ben couldn't think straight at all. Smith's words hurt him and inspired him in equal measure. His pride wanted him to be the one pleasuring Gemma, but he had never seen her as aroused as she was now, lasciviously grinding herself against another man while he squeezed her tits. And Helena. Running her nails over his stomach and chest, pinching his nipples, talking dirty in his ear, adding to his arousal and now fishing inside his zipper and lightly brushing his hard on through his briefs while he did nothing to stop her. "Oh my, you are a bad boy!" Helena whispered in his ear. "Do you think I should tell your wife how hard you are from watching her play?" Ben shook his head. He didn't want her to know how turned on he was. He tried to rationalise it to himself. Here was a virtual live sex show going on before him and an attractive slightly older woman was doing things to his body and mind. But it wasn't a sex show, it was his wife and as things were progressing she would soon be fucking another man. That was bad, that was wrong, that was so hot! He wondered if it meant he would get to fuck this temptress who was playing him like a fiddle. The thought made him twitch and Helena folded her fingers around him and stroked. "You bad, bad boy! You don't want Gemma to know you're turned on and yet here you are allowing me to hold your firm cock in my hand." She sucked in his earlobe and nibbled before licking inside his ear. It made him give out a involuntary groan. Gemma heard and for the first time since Smith had started caressing her she looked at her husband. It was his turn to shut his eyes. Head tilted back, his breathing was ragged and she saw him letting Helena stroke the tent in his shorts. Helena caught her eye and winked at her. Smith kissed Gemma's neck, a series of light butterfly kisses that gave her goosebumps and made her squirm against him. Gemma turned to face Smith and pulled him face down to hers to kiss him passionately. She was wound tight now, her pussy was wet and needing attention. The dull ache from earlier had turned into a craving. She unbuttoned his trousers and got her hand on his hard meat. Helena had been right. This certainly felt bigger than Ryan's. Longer and thicker. She knew she wanted it inside her. She knelt before him and removed it from its confines. Helena undid Ben's shorts and tried to remove them. He lifted himself out of reflex so she could slide them down his thighs leaving himself exposed. Helena pulled off his shirt and then her dress. All the while she was stroking and caressing Ben, complementing his physique, keeping him aroused keeping his attention on her. She hugged him tight from behind, squashing her bare breasts against his back. His own hands mimicked his wife's hands earlier, moving behind and squeezing Helena's buttocks. They were softer, larger than he was used to holding but he found that extra give as his fingers sunk in highly erotic and flexed his fingers kneading her. Helena knew he was yielding to her and if was time to step things up a little. Gemma had Smith's cock in both hands. She was sliding them over these 9 inches of hard fuck muscle and marvelling at the sheer size. It was uncut, unlike her husband's and she pulled the hood back and forth. The bulging head glistened with frothy pre-cum and she licked the end several times before engulfing it. Her jaw was uncomfortable from the start, just from accepting this thing into her mouth but the taste and the feel were worth it and she sucked. Helena pulled Ben backwards so that he was lying flat, crawling along his body she kissed, licked and nibbled her way down his torso till her face was level with his groin. And her pussy was level with his face. She held his cock aloft and licked shiny head a couple of times. She manoeuvred herself so she was in easy reach of his tongue to see is he would take the hint. He didn't. Helena blew across the angry red head and watched how he thrush forward trying to get it to her mouth. She left him thrusting into air as long as he neglected her pussy. After a few moments it was clear he was never going to take the hint so Helena pressed her cunt onto his mouth and took his small cock as far into her mouth as it would go. The resulting "mmmmm" vibrated against her clit and gave her a sharp in take of breath. Ben was surprised to find not all pussies taste the same. This one was like Gemma's but different enough to tell them apart. It still tasted good though and he happily buried his tongue inside it. His hands went back to those velvet soft buttocks and pulled her in. Gemma was trying to get as much of Smith's cock into her mouth and down her throat as possible. She sucked and slurped and stroked. Smith was enjoying, what to him, was a world class blow job and he gently at first began to fuck her face. This was pushing more and more into Gemma's mouth. He was nudging the back of her throat. Gemma was controlling her gag reflex and took a deep breath in through the nose, them pushed and he slid all the way down. Had he not been shaved smooth his pubic hair would be tickling her nose. She bobbed her head slightly and on an instinct swallowed a couple of times. The sensations running through Smith's cock made him moan incoherently and his knees give slightly. This was Gemma's fantasy. Sucking a big hard cock. And it was so very big. She just knew what she was doing was right because it felt so good to her. She wanted him to shoot down her throat but she also wanted to breathe. She pulled the object of her desires out of her mouth and gasped for breath several times. The asphyxiation was making her light headed but only served to enhance her arousal. She shrugged off the dress and was naked except for shoes which she quickly discarded. One hand was strumming her clit while the other was lovingly stroking the cock, keeping it ready for the next bout of deep throat. Helena's techniques varied from Gemma's, but were no less enjoyable. Gemma was more gentle and loving. It was more like Gemma was making out with the cock. Her sucking and licking were as though she cherished the hard on before her. Helena was more experienced with how guys liked it and was more inclined to scrape her teeth over a sensitive head and suck so her cheeks hollowed. She was luxuriating in Ben's French kissing her pussy. Over and over his tongue delved as deep inside as it was possible to go. Her juices coated his face and he felt the feeding frenzy taking over. He was surrendering to lust, he loved it when this happened, and to lose it under these circumstances with a woman other than his wife, a woman he didn't know the name of or anything about, all while his own wife was present and doing whatever she was doing with another man, that just made this all the more exciting. Ben felt his balls churning. Had that been Gemma on top now would be the time for them to move and take up their usual position with him behind, fucking her doggy fashion. But this was not Gemma, and Ben didn't feel like he was the one in charge. That in itself was a huge thrill for him. Ben and Gemma never had any master/slave aspect to their sex life, but it was just kind of assumed he would direct how things went. And here he was, letting a sexy stranger do whatever she wanted to him. It was exciting to relinquish control. Ben sucked the clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Mirroring when was happening to his cock head as he ran his teeth over it. Helena had a series of small orgasms as she coated Ben's face with her juices. She was really enjoying her role in corrupting this straight laced married man. She had teased and taunted him mentally and physically and now she sensed he was close to total capitulation and coming in her mouth. Ben's growing excitement added to Helena's and her mini orgasms grew into each other until finally Ben went rigid and started pumping into her waiting, eager mouth. This set Helena off and her cries were muffled around the spurting cock. Ben's climax felt like it originated in his hands and feet and was pulled through his entire body to his throbbing manhood. He let out his characteristic, "Ha, ha ha harrrrr!" To Gemma's ears it was louder and went on longer than usual. Had she not been giving the blow job of her life to the biggest cock she had ever tasted she might have felt jealous. Having this monster in her mouth right in front of her tiny dicked husband made Gemma feel very wicked. Knowing her husband had just cum in the mouth of another woman swept away any last vestiges of regret or remorse and she felt that familiar quiver and throb in her pussy that she enjoyed so much. Her passion was growing and building inside her, a caldera of lust was getting ready to erupt from sucking this beast, she imagined how that might feel filling her pussy. That tipped Gemma over the edge and lights flashed in her head as her orgasm took her. Smith considered himself virtually tantric when it came holding off but seeing this young wife so desperately trying to please his cock was as much as he could stand. Helena wasn't going to give Ben the chance of any come down blues, she knew she had to keep him high on sex. She crawled up his body and kissed him hard on the mouth, shoving her tongue straight in. Ben responded for a second then hesitated. What was that taste? It took a moment to realise he was tasting man cum. It was his man cum, but man cum all the same. His reaction was to retreat from the kiss but Helena was on top and there was nowhere to go. Once again submitting to this woman sent a thrill to his core. He stopped struggling and allowed her to continue, then he started kissing her back with all the passion he had and he felt himself start to harden. Helena heard the tell-tale signs of Smith about to cum. She broke the kiss with Ben and turned his face so he was looking directly at Gemma and Smith. About a half of the cock was in his wife's mouth. The devil on his shoulder said, "Doesn't she look hot sucking on a big fat dick?! And doesn't she deserve to have big fat dick? I think she does. She loves big fat hard dicks. And I think you like to see her with big fat hard throbbing dicks if the twitching of your own dick is anything to go by." Helena licked his ear and planted kisses on his neck. "You are such a bad boy getting off watching... Oh here it comes." Helena grabbed hard onto Ben's growing cock wanking him. What're the Odds? Pt. 02 "My word how much cum is he pumping into her? That much be 6 times he's shot a load and still she can't get enough! She's sucking every last bit out of him. What a cum slut your wife has become! And it looks like little Ben approves." There was a giggle in her voice and she wiped the freshly spilled cum from her hand onto her breasts concentrating on her nipples. Gemma and Smith were recovering from their orgasms. She was still knelt on the floor and looked longingly at the deflating cock in front of her. Smith helped her to her feet and placed her hands at a shirt button. Gemma immediately began undressing him. Helena offered a breast to Ben's open mouth. Like her ass they were bigger than Gemma's but softer and somehow fuller. He grasped her breast and licked and sucked it hungrily. Again the taste of his cum covered his tongue and again he felt himself submitting and relishing the excitement. He took her nipple into his mouth and as much breast as he could. He lapped and sucked until all taste of his ejaculate was gone. Then he moved on to the other breast. Gemma and Smith watched Helena throw back her head and groan. They had no idea the significance of Ben's actions but Helena did and this further willing corruption set her pussy on fire and the shocks from her ravished nipples coursed through her to her pussy. Smith caressed one of Gemma's breasts with one hand and one buttock with the other. Gemma had one hand stroking Smith's semi hard cock. She started to rock slightly so the hand stroking her ass was also occasionally brushing her pussy lips. Smith hooked his fingers so that two slid inside the hot wet hole. Gemma rocked faster and faster taking his fingers deeper while her before her sucked and licked her friend's tits like possessed. She was incredibly turned on and gripped Smith's dick feeling it grow in her hand. Smith placed his other hand to stroke and tweak Gemma's clit and she let out a low guttural groan. Her pussy was so wet and tight and hot Smith had to have her right there. He guided Gemma over to the bed laying her down next to Ben. Her legs were spread and she was guiding Smith to her entrance. Helena pushed Ben flat to the bed, he was getting hard again and this time she wanted it inside her. Husband and wife were side by side she was about to be penetrated and he was going to be riden. Ben put out his hand and interlaced his fingers with Gemma's. She glanced down at the romantic gesture and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Initially she assumed it was an affectionate display but she saw the lust in his eyes as he looked Helena over. Lust and something else. Apprehension she decided. He wasn't being affectionate, he was a kid on his first roller coaster looking for assurance. Helena was giving Ben a camel toe ride, sliding her slippy pussy lips back and forth over his hard cock. She had taking care of Ben, making sure he didn't lose interest or do anything stupid. It was her turn to let rip and have some fun. She knew all the teasing her body had endured all the simulation had left her orgasm on a hair trigger. It felt so good to have even this 4 inch dick to slide along. Smith had waited long enough to have sexy little bitch. He lined himself up between her wide open legs and rubbed the head across Gemma's sopping wet slit. It felt so good to them both.Smith slowly pushed the head till it was just in her. Gemma's ragged breathing turned into a gasp and her eyes went wide. Helena was rocking her hips, the friction of her clit against Ben's cock head was driving her wild and she was a constant river of juices soaking him wet. Gemma wanted more of that monster cock and was pushing back. Her mouth and eyes were open wide and there was a quiet moaning sound in her throat. Smith smiled wickedly, he was keeping this one for himself, the husband wasn't going to be able to do a thing about it. Ben was experiencing small shocks to his dick as Helena went back and forth along his length. That and the copious juices running over his crotch was heightening his excitement. Smith was slowly gaining penetration. He pushed in an inch or two and withdrew till just the head was inside, then pushed once more. Gemma was breathing like a woman in childbirth. Panting hoarsely she started to speak, quietly at first but with increasing volume, "So big. So big. oh so big. Feels so good. So so good. Oh Ben! He's filling me right up Ben and it feels SO good! Oh god Ben he fucks me so good!" Helena was rocking faster and losing control herself. Her orgasm was buzzing at the very threshold when she moved slightly allowing Ben to enter her. That was it, that was all she needed and she wailed her joy as she took all the married man's cock in one go. Her pussy was throbbing pulsing and contracting round his cock and he know it wouldn't be long before he was flooding her tunnel with his own juices. Smith was really getting into his pace now. Sweat was rolling off him as he vigorously fucked the young woman underneath him. This was the best pussy he had felt for sometime and he wanted to feel it cum around his cock before he unloaded himself. Gemma was thrashing her head from side to side, her screams and moans were being mimed. Her facial expressions said she was screaming but there was nothing audible until there was a sudden gulping intake of breath, "Oh god Ben he's making me cum. He's making me cum with his dick Ben! It's so good Ben, he fucks me so good Ben!" Ben felt himself starting to shoot. He hated to think that Gemma's outburst had played any part in this but he new it had. He was getting off on the knowledge that his wife being fucked so well by someone else. Smith's dick was being squeezed and milked by Gemma's pussy walls. The sensations were exquisite and he let lose with his own cum and sprayed her inner walls. Gemma didn't think her orgasm could get any stronger but when his hot cum came into contact with her insides it all went up a level. Gemma shook and writhed underneath Smith, pushing herself against him gathering as much stimulation as she could. The four of them lay on the bed getting their breath back and recovering from their fucking. Heavy panting was the only sound. Both upper partners rolled off suddenly in need of a little space. Four naked well fucked individuals lay on their backs waiting for their heart beats to return to normal. Suddenly there was a rap on the door, "Housekeeping!" What're the Odds? An arm reached in grabbed her wrist. Startled she looked round to see a concerned female face looking back. She was a good 10 or 15 years older than Gemma, but her expression seemed genuine and she had a nice face. Gemma allowed herself to be pulled from the group of men, to the obvious disapproval of several of them. "Come with me!" Gemma followed the other woman away from the craps table until they were in an open space big enough to talk. "You silly, silly, girl. Do you know you were almost gang raped back there? If I hadn't have pulled you out that pack of wolves were about to take whether you liked it or not!" Gemma explained she was just intrigued to watch the game and just kind of got swept along. She thanked the woman for interceding when she did and introduced herself. "Hi Gemma, I'm Helena. If you don't mind me saying you look like you need a friend in this bad old world." Gemma looked the older woman over. She was about Gemma's height at 5'7" but all together more ample. Her breasts were larger but so was her waist and belly. She was wearing a girly pink sundress denim jacket and sandals. Her lip gloss perfectly matching the shade of the dress. She wasn't bad looking at all. Gemma's first though of a nice face was up graded a couple of notches as the girls got to know each other. Her light brown hair was shoulder length and straight with a fringe. A slightly too long fringe which Helena had to peep out from under sometimes. The effect was very cute and took years off her. Her brown eyes were large and warm and almost always smiling. A cute button nose and wide generous mouth sat above a chin dimple and between two pronounced cheek dimples. In no time the two newest best buddies were chatting away like they had known each other from childhood. Gemma told Helena her fascination with the craps tables and roulette. How the risk of losing and the exhilaration of winning excited her. Helena told her friend to never, under any circumstances gamble in the main casinos along the strip. "Listen, how much do you think these places take and run to cost?" "Er...loads? Loads and loads?" Gemma was joking but it her way of saying she had no idea. "You're closer with loads and loads, but still not close enough", Helena grinned at her friend. "The point I'm making Gem, is if you want to go where the locals go, if you want a half chance of winning you go off strip. Hey don't take my word for it, come on," and taking Gemma's hand she lead her friend out of the casino. "Helena wait, I still to go up and change!" "I think you look perfect," replied Helena with a wink. The two women climbed out of the cab outside the dingy looking run down club Helena had told the cabby to head for. Gemma fumbled in her purse for money but the driver waved her away, "This is on the house he called as he drove away. The meaningful looks the cabby and Helena exchanged caused Gemma some concern, but this was swept away when Helena said, "Robbie is a dear old friend" Moving into the dark interior Gemma trailed behind Helena, not entirely sure what she had got herself into. She was a little scared, a little excited, and if she admitted it to herself, a little aroused. "This way!" and Helena stopped outside a cashier's booth. "How much are you thinking of risking?" Gemma didn't for one minute think she would actually be putting up money. Risking what little cash they had. She hesitated before she said, "50? No not 50, 30? $30 ok?" Helena spoke to the cashier, "Give her $50 of chips, mixed denominations" and then turning to Gemma, "come on Rockerfella, lets see if we can't get your juices flowing" There was a craps game already in play and Gemma watched from the sides. The group were less boisterous than the previous lot and were more, well down at heel. No, casual. They were more casual Gemma decided and her wardrobe was more fitting for the current clientele. Again she found herself getting swept along with the crowd, the excitement the thrills they charged through her body like electricity. Helena told her if she wanted in she only had to say, Helena had cleared it with the house. Not certain what the different chips were worth Gemma placed a couple on snake eyes. Helena laughed and urged her friend on, "You tell em big spender!" The shooter threw and either dice held up a one for all the world to see. Gemma's held breath came out as a cheer and she jumped up and down on the spot. Grabbing Helena she kissed on the forehead and laughed her joy. Helena pulled back and smirked. "There will be plenty of time for that latter you naughty girl", she said and raised her eyebrows. "It's just a pity you only bet $2" Gemma didn't care. She had won. She had risked and she had won and she felt more alive than she'd ever been. As the games progressed Gemma won less often, and gambled more. The excitement was greedy. It needed bigger risks to stay at the same level. Gemma kept gambling and Gemma kept losing. But now the beast was awake and she had to keep feeding it. In less than an hour all Gemma's chips were gone. She went to her purse for more money but there was none. She had blown the lot, almost $200 in less than an hour. As her world came crashing down Gemma began to cry. How had she let this happen? What is Ben going to say when he finds out? He hates gambling and she's supposed to be recovering in her hotel bed. "He can't know about this, he can't. He can't know about this, he can't", Gemma rocked herself as tears rolled down her face. Helena put an arm around Gemma and held her close, "Hey, hey it's not the end of the world, you'll work something out. A smart beautiful girl like you must be able to think of something." She kissed away the tears that ran down Gemma's cheeks soothing her, comforting her. "I need to make $200 and put it back before Ben gets back in..." she checked her watch, "3 and a quarter hours" She was stunned. Just how much could she go through in one day? The nodding smiling Hispanic gentleman in the diner seemed like days ago and yet 3 and a quarter hours was no time at all to make that kind of money. "Shhh, shhh, shhh baby it'll be fine. You don't need to make all that right now. You could borrow it and pay it back." "You don't understand, it's all the money we have we us. We aren't rich we can't just conjure up hundreds of dollars. I have nothing to pay it back with" "Hey Sugar lips, this is Vegas! A pretty girl like you can easily earn £500 a night. Let me have a word with somebody," and Helena disappeared out through the dark. 10 minutes later she returned. "Here she is boss, just like I said. Boss this is Gemma, Gemma this is Mr Smith." Gemma looked up at the man mountain that stood before her. He looked to be about 50, had wavy salt and pepper hair which continued the theme into his van Gogh beard piercing blue eyes and was carved out of muscle. His suit was charcoal grey and his white shirt open necked. And he was big. He was really big. Easily 6'4" and wide. His smile was friendly and the glint in his eyes suggested he knew things he wasn't going to share. He had something; not charm, not charisma. He had gravitas. You just felt you were in the presence of a powerful man. Gemma was completely overwhelmed by the days events. She stood but didn't know how to react. She was still going over Helena's last comment about $500 a night . Well that can only mean...hey! "I'm no prostitute Helena! I resent the implication." "No but you flash your boobs at some strangers and rub your ass against others. If you're smart you could make good money and enjoy yourself into the bargain" Gemma looked from Smith to Helena and back. She shook her head and turned to go. "Or," said Smith with a Southern drawl, "you can go back and explain to your husband where all your money has gone." Gemma Murphy stopped dead in her tracks. That was simply not an option. Her shoulders sagged and she turned back, "How do we do this?" Back in Smiths office he made a show of counting out $200 and placing it on the desk in front of the young newlywed. "See here Sugar, all your problems go away if you just show a little willingness to co-operate. The more willing you are the easier it is on everybody. For instance if you agree to keep a customer of mine sweet and give him a little oral relief , that has low monetary value but don't take too long. Whereas if you're prepared to be real accommodating, well that's worth a whole lot but takes a while longer" Gemma's mind travelled back to the night before last, the first taste of male ejaculate and the dream from that morning of sucking on a big hard cock. Her pussy quivered , her heart beat quickened and her breathing became light and shallow. "Oral? You mean suck them? How many? How many will it take?" Helena was watching with great interest, and a sly smile spread across her face. "Sure thing Sugar, Helena here will take you through to our VIP area and introduce you to our very favourite guests. At say $20 a throw, you'll be all paid up after 10. Course if you do decide to offer a little extra that will clear your debt a bit quicker, and anything you get beyond that, well it's your first time, I say you get to keep it. Helena Honey, take Gemma and find her something nice to wear. Keep the pants, they make her ass look so fine, but change the top." Smith sent the girls on their way. He loved the control he had over his women. And he had a feeling Gemma was going to fit in just fine. As soon as they were out of ear shot Helena spun to face Gemma, she leant in close and in a sing song voice whispered in her ear, "I know your secret!" The young wife just furrowed her brow in response, "Your pupils are dilated, you face is flushed, your breath is in gasps and I'm willing to bet your pussy is wet. You're turned on by this, you want to do it." This was just one more instance when Gemma could not think of the appropriate response. She had had too many stimuli is the last few days, the arousal the thrills the despair it had all taken its toll. She opened her mouth to speak and Helena took her chance. She pulled the girls face to hers and slid her tongue in to her mouth. Helena passionately kissed Gemma and the shock/thrill sent tingles of excitement through her body focusing in her pussy. Helena felt the girl melt into her and Gemma's tongue fought back in the older woman's mouth . She groaned and the woman ground their crotches together. Helena was pleased at her young friend's response but pulled away and looked her in the eye. "Oh I'm going to enjoy playing with you, but hey ,you ain't getting paid anything to fuck me, let's get you sorted with some nice cocks. Hell I ain't never met a cock I didn't like!" They entered a room with racks of clothes. Helena thought for a moment then picked up a black and purple bodice. She held it again Gemma and proclaimed it perfect. The t-shirt was discarded and Helena helped lace up the bodice from the back. The narrowing of Gemma's waist helped emphasis the size of her tits. The effect was stunning. Pure Wicked Seductress. Helena quickly applied a little make up to match with her outfit and, leading her by the hand, showed Gemma into what can only be called a boudoir. Scarlet plush furnishings. A large round bed with scarlet drapes over it. Two heavily cushioned sofas big enough to seat four. A huge ornate gold dressing table with elaborately curved mirrors. And of course deep pile scarlet carpets. "Would you like me to stick around?", Helena cupped her friends face and looked deep into her eyes, "if you're nervous I can be right here or right outside the door" Before Gemma could answer a studded leather door on the far side opened and a fat balding man in his 50's came strolling in. "Well what have we here? Twice the pleasure!" His eyes sparkled and he beamed appreciately. He was not an attractive man but his demeanour was pleasant and friendly. "Wait outside", Gemma whispered, "Sorry to disappoint you Sir, but it will just be me," she said to the new comer. "Why you are far from a disappointment young lady, I would honoured to spend time alone with you" Helena left the room reluctantly, but she felt sure this was a good first client for Gemma and winked at him as she walked by. Gemma stood frozen to the spot for a second and the old man looked her over nodding and smiling, "Beautiful, just beautiful. Say what do they call you young lady?" "Ge.. Jemima Sir." "Oh Sir, nothing, call me Bob. In fact call me Uncle Bo, and you can be my naughty little niece Jemima." Gemma and Ben had never even considered role play but something in Bob's words opened a door in Gemma's mind. This façade to hide behind would make things so much easier, she welcomed it. She embraced it, and found she liked it . This was going to be fun. "Uncle Bob, what are you doing in my room? You know mommy and daddy aren't around today" "Please don't blame your poor old uncle, I just so like to look on what a beautiful young woman the little girl who used to bounce on my knee has turned into." Jemima giggled, "It just to make me tingle to bounce on your knee, it always felt so nice. Do you really think I'm beautiful?" She playfully bit the end of one index finger and swayed from side to side. "Uncle Bob! Have you brought me a present?" Jemima pointed at the bulge forming in the front of his trousers. "Oh you always were my very favourite Uncle" and she put her arms around his neck and planted a huge kiss on his lips. Just as Bob opened his mouth Jemima let go and knelt before her Uncle. "Can I open it Uncle Bob, can I?" Bob watched the beautiful young woman trace the outline of his erection with her finger nail as she looked innocently into his eyes. He was practically panting and only managed a sort of nod. He felt pre-cum dribble out and wet his pants front. Slowly Jemima pulled down the zip and slid her hand inside his Y fronts. Grasping his hard on, she pulled it out. She was virtually squirming as her pussy leaked secretions of its own and her clit was buzzing for attention. It was such a turn on to have this much power over a man. A strange man. She knew she had him entirely enthralled, totally within her power and it was more arousing than she had ever imagined. "Oh Uncle I love it!" Jemima planted small quick kisses over the uncovered head and then licked her way up the underside before engulfing the head. It was practically the same size as her husbands, so was familiar and comfortable in her mouth. She tasted his pre-cum on her tongue and sucked hard. She loved the flavour and wanted as much as she could muster. Bob watched his cock disappear into the most beautiful of mouths. This was the most erotic thing he had ever seen and he knew he wouldn't last long. His head fell back and he let out a low groan. Jemima bobbed her head ever faster and sucked in her cheeks. The cock just touched the back of her mouth and she couldn't resist sliding a hand inside her pants and stroking her pussy. Two fingers slid straight in and she moaned around the Bob's erection. Bob realised that she was masturbating while sucking him. He hadn't expected that, he was used to these girls bringing him off proficiently and politely, but they don't normally get this into it themselves. All these contributed to triggering his orgasm. His hands rested on either side of her head both out of affection and to steady himself. He shot three big ribbons of cum into Jemima's waiting mouth and she swallowed it all down greedily. Her fingers tweaked her clit setting off a massive climax and she gushed for the first time. She cleaned up the cock in front of her, eating any last remnants of cum before returning the softening penis back in the pants. "Thank you Uncle Bob that was just what I needed", Jemima said as she got to her feet and kissed him on the cheek. The old man reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He removed some of the contents and pushed them into Jemima's hand. "Honey if you EVER decide to work for yourself please give me a call. I would be thrilled for you to escort me anywhere. If I had more time available now I'd book you for the night" and so saying Bob kissed her on the forehead and turned to leave. Gemma examined the contents of her hand. There was a business card with his name and a mobile number and straightening out the notes she saw three one hundred dollar bills. After just one blow job he had enough to cover her losses and a hundred more. Smith had suggested $20, was she really that good? Had she satisfied over and above to deserve this? It suddenly occurred to Gemma she was free to go! If she hurried she could head back and be tucked up in her hotel bed well before Ben returned from his trip. So why wasn't she? Why was she hesitating? The door opened and in walked Helena with a tall black youth in tow, "So 'Jemima', how did your first trick go?" she asked, there was a laugh in her voice and her eyes sparkled with pleasure. Gemma put her hand with the money and card behind her back, "It wasn't so bad, I think a couple more and I might be able to go home." Helena knew her friend was lying. She had seen through the concealed CCTV how much Bob had given her. "I was right about you, you are enjoying this," she thought to herself and concealed her delight. "Perhaps I could introduce you to Ryan here? Today is Ryan's 18th birthday and his brother says it's time he got laid. He might be looking for a little more than Bob wanted but the pay sure is better", Helena firstly pulled the young man into the centre of the room then pushed him to stand directly in front of Gemma. He looked down at the floor shyly. He was in a blue checked shirt jeans and trainers and looked really out of place. Again he wasn't terribly attractive but his features were nice. There was still a traces of acne on his teenage face, but his deep brown eyes were kind and gentle. Gemma cupped his chin in a hand and directed his face to hers, when he eventually allowed eye contact she smiled at him, "Hi Ryan, what can I do for you today?" she asked a soft voice. The young man shrugged and swallowed but he couldn't bring himself to speak. "Well then Ryan, would you mind doing something for me?" He nodded enthusiastically and managed a coy smile. "My pants are all tight and wet. I need to remove them they're so wet, but they're just so tight. Will you help peal them off me?" Again Ryan just nodded and Gemma stifled a giggle when he actually gulped. Here she was again, the Wicked Seductress with the man in the palm of her hand. Her whole body was on fire with arousal. This was better than the gambling, better than anything. As Gemma walked backwards towards the bed pulling Ryan with her by the hands she noticed Helena was trying to subtly leave without being noticed. Gemma caught her eye and beckoned slightly with her head. Helena stopped and looked on taking a seat on one of the plush sofas, wondering what the young wife had in mind. As Gemma's legs made contact with the edge of the bed she lowered herself backwards so she was lying down with her feet still on the floor. Ryan had no choice but to stand between her feet, she was holding his hands. Smiling up at him she pulled his hands so he had to lean forward and placed one on either hip at waist band level. In this position his face was only a couple of feet from her pussy and he looked her up and down drinking in her succulent curves, her outstanding breasts, her beautiful face and his cock ached with lust. Raising her bum off the bed she pushed his hand to lower her pants and nodded to him encouragingly. He tugged them over her hips slowly revealing her crotch until the first naked pussy he had ever seen in the flesh was revealed to him. His eyes went wide as he saw the lips open and glisten wetly. The clit stood proud and the entrance was clear and welcoming. Ryan could smell how aroused Gemma was, without really knowing what it was but on a subconscious level it only served to heighten his own excitement. He continued drawing the pants down past the knees, over the ankles and off. There before him Gemma lay legs spread invitingly. Ryan was transfixed by the shapely legs and the open pussy and like a rabbit in the head lights seemed unable to move. What're the Odds? "Thank you kind sir, my pussy and I are ever so grateful. Now would you be so kind as to help me remove this bodice? My nipples are so long and excited they're just begging for release!" Gemma said sitting up looking innocently into Ryan's eyes. Helena couldn't believe how hot all this was making her and from her seat on the sofa she lifted the hem of her dress and started rubbing herself through the panties. Ryan leant forward and put his arms around Gemma to find the bodice lace. His face was only inches from Gemma's as she held his eye contact, he fumbled unsuccessfully and she took the opportunity to place her lips on his. Both mouths opened together and their tongues probed the other. He found the lace and pulled, it untied entirely and Gemma was able to cast it aside. She took Ryan's hands and placed one on each breast, he cupped and squeezed and rolled the nipples in between his fingers. Moaning into his mouth, it was her turn to fumble. Her hands were on his belt and she was frantically trying to loosen it. Ryan struggled with a couple of shirt buttons and pulled it over his head and off. Gemma grew frustrated with the belt and pushed Ryan onto his back and straddled him. Kneeling up she was able finally undo his belt and jeans. She tugged hurriedly at them and he raised his hips to help her. Jeans and briefs came down together and Ryan's hard 7 inches of thick cock sprang out. Gemma gasped, it was beautiful. Ryan kicked off shoes and Gemma removed his jeans entirely. She ran her hands lovingly over the length trying to imagine what that would feel like inside her. Her pussy spasmed in anticipation. Ryan started to sit up but she pushed him down, crawled up his body aligning her pussy with his cock. Holding him she lowered herself slowly onto his shaft. The mushroom head butted against her entrance the fit was tight and wouldn't immediately penetrate. Gemma winced, braced herself and pushed. There was a seconds discomfort then.. "Ahhhhhhhh! " In unison Ryan and Gemma called out in pleasure. So far there was only the head inside her but now that was passed she found herself sliding slowly down. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god, it feels so good!" Gemma felt stretched and loved it. This is how fucking should feel. She raised herself slightly only to lower herself further each time taking a little more cock. She knew when she passed the 4 inch mark, parts of her that had never felt cock before were being violated in the most fantastic way and Gemma threw back her head and wailed. Helena was now openly stroking her naked pussy and twisting her nipples as she watched the hottest sex show she had ever witnessed. Ryan's cock head was rubbing against the entrance to Gemma's cervix now and stimulating her like never before. He couldn't believe his luck, here was a beautiful older woman riding his cock and loving it. She was so wet and tight his penis was in heaven and it was taking all his will not to shoot. Just watching her tits bounce was enough to make his throb. He was holding off as long as he could because it just felt so damn good. Gemma realised her pussy was entirely full for the first time. It wasn't her husband's cock that filled her it was a young fresh virgin and she was taking his cherry. He would always remember this first time and somehow that all made it feel so much sexier, so much naughtier. Small ripples in her pussy were the start of a series of mini orgasms. Gemma rode the shaft all the way up to the head and back down. And up and down and faster and faster and those mini orgasms grew and grew and they started to overlap and soon Gemma was lost in her pleasure. "Oh yes! Make me cum with your beautiful cock, I just want to c uh uh uh. YESYESYES!" Ryan started shooting jet after jet of thick spunk into his first pussy and grunted and groaned and yelled himself hoarse. Three, four, five, six streams of cum were ploughed in Gemma. She collapsed on top of him and rested her head on his slim chest. The hard shaft inside withered and shrunk and gradually slipped out. Gemma rolled off onto her back and caught her breath. Helena was just cumming down from playing with herself when she saw her opportunity. Oozing out of the freshly fucked young wife was Ryan's ejaculate. Helena climbed between her legs and starting lapping up all the cum. Gemma's eyes shot open and she looked down at the older woman. Mischievous eyes looked back as she sucked Gemma's clit between pursed lips. Gemma and arched her back pushing her pussy harder again her friend's face. The response was instinctive rather than deliberate, but the effect was electric. This encouraged Helena to go deeper, further. Gemma had had plenty of oral from Ben, but this was different, this was a woman and nobody does cunt licking better than a woman. She knew how and where to lick and suck and nibble and probe to give the greatest pleasure and Gemma was luxuriating in pure physical bliss. Juices ran out of Gemma's cunt and Helena followed them down till the tip of her tongue teased the entrance to Gemma's anus. It was good and Gemma groaned her approval. Further encouraged Helena prodded and poked first with her tongue and then with a finger. It slid in to the first knuckle but Gemma winced and tried to pull away. "No, I can't it always hurts," Gemma sounded almost apologetic. "Oh pish! You just haven't done right girly. This ass of yours was made to fuck. Let me show you." And with that Helena moved up to kiss Gemma passionately so she could taste the mixed cum in her mouth, then went to a draw in the dressing table and removed something. "Now just you relax young lady and you'll be fine" Returning to her position between Gemma's legs she liberally coated a finger with clear lube. She spread it around the entrance and gently shoved in to one knuckle, then two. She held her finger still while Gemma became used to the feeling. There was no discomfort this time but the sensation was odd and the lube cold. Things then started to warm and tingle. The digit in her anus started to feel nice and Gemma allowed her sphincter to relax. Helena knew that was her cue and she started sawing the finger in and out deeper, and deeper, and then with two fingers. Gemma was really beginning to enjoy it and found herself moving in rhythm. Helena removed both fingers and spread more lube over that anus and a smooth metallic gold dildo. It was about two fingers thick and 5 inches long. Gemma grinned at Helena and nodded. She wanted to feel that thing in her ass right now. It slid easily in for the first three inched then Helena twisted the end to make it vibrate and just held it there. Gemma's eyes went wide and she gasped. Helena started to move the dildo in and out fucking Gemma's ass with it and the younger woman gurgled with joy. All this was the sexist thing Ryan had ever seen and he knelt beside the women with his hard cock in hand. Gemma beckoned him to come closer till she could reach his cock with her mouth. She licked and slurped, tasting his cum and hers and finally taking him right in and sucking his wonderful big, hard cock. "Hate to break up this party but if you want to repay the virgin for taking his cherry, there's a virgin ass down here needs breaking in", Helena's words sent thrills through Gemma's very core. She wanted this, she wanted it more than anything. If Ben walked through that door right now she would want Ryan to fuck her ass. If only to show him how it's done. Drawing back her head Gemma said, "Would you like that Ryan? Would you like to be the first man to fuck my ass?" "Oh ma'am I would love that. I would love to be the one to take your ass" Helena grabbed a cushion and flipped Gemma onto her front. She placed the cushion under her so her ass was raised and spread a load more lube over Ryan's shaft. Possibly more than was necessary and for longer than was needed, but he didn't seem to mind. Still holding his hard on she lined him up. The dildo had prepared the ground, but Ryan was twice as thick. Nudging the entrance with the head he gently but firmly pushed. Gemma had to force herself to relax, there was a moment of pain but then the head of his shaft popped inside and he froze. Her pussy was tight but this! This was something else. Gemma felt the tingling start again and looking over her shoulder at him she grinned and started to push back. Slowly slowly he slid further inside her. Both of them were breathing heavily, both of them delighting in entirely new sensations. Ryan looked down at the most perfectly shaped ass he had ever seen in the flesh and his cock disappearing inside it. This was going to stay in his memory for ever. Gemma didn't just want his cock in her ass, she wanted him to fuck her. She pulled away and pushed back, and pulled away. Each time the cock was going deeper, the tingling was stronger. Faster and deeper and faster until he couldn't go any deeper and built a steady rhythm. Mutual grunting was growing in volume and regularity. Helena knew they were both close to cumming. A wicked thought entered her mind, but she knew enough about Gemma now to know she wouldn't mind. Wouldn't mind at all. Positioned beside them she picked up the dildo and turned it on. The two lovers were too wrapped up in themselves to notice. On they fucked faster now, harder. "Fuck my ass baby, that's it fuck it hard, you know I love it." Gemma could feel her orgasm growing in her loins and knew it would soon explode through her system. Helena reached between the couple and brushed the buzzing dildo against Gemma's clit. Immediately she started fucking back harder against Ryan wailing as her senses overtook her. Pistoning across the clit and the pussy lips Helena moved the dildo back and forth. "Put it in me put it me PLEASE!" Gemma begged. Helena inserted it into her pussy, going in with Ryan's withdrawal and out went he re-entered. Ryan felt the spasms caused in Gemma's pussy and anus as well as feeling the vibrations themselves through the pussy wall. It was more than he could take and he pulled out and shot load after load across his favourite ass in all the world and up her back into her hair. Gemma was a quivering mass of orgasm. Gone was the ability to make sounds as it seemed that every pleasure neuron in her body was triggering repeatedly. When she finally settled down Gemma noticed that Ryan and Helena were both watching her with satisfied expressions? "What?" She asked, "What'd I do?" "Nothing", said Helena, "You're just one sexy bitch". Ryan stood and started collecting clothes, "I really hate to leave but I gotta go. But I would love to come back next time I'm in Vegas! Is the wash up through here?" "Sure is Honey, don't be a stranger now, " Helena called after the exiting youth, "You got a fan there, I do believe he really will fly all the way back from Seattle just to see you again" The two women just looked at each other, "You know , if you dash..." Genna put her finger to her friends lips to hush her and shook her head. "So you reckon I could make $500 a night?" she said with a smile. Helena threw her arms round Gemma and hugged her tight. Then almost as an afterthought whispered in her ear, "And if you think Ryan was big, wait till you see Mr Smith!"