****** The System by Ulyssa Kincaid ******
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The System


Whenever I go to Las Vegas, I tend to get reckless. As long as the money keeps
coming in, I continue to gamble. Fuck the danger - fuck the consequences. "I
use all the gambler's superstitions and good luck charms when I hit town," I
once told a friend. "I get my hair and nails done, I even dress like 'Lady
Luck' in a slinky sequined metallic red gown." That gown was low cut in the
front with a couple of slim spaghetti straps to hold my full bust line
precariously in place, while a long teasing slit played up the side of my left
leg. "Someone once called me a sophisticated tramp, but that's how I like to
play it."

Though I looked hotter than ever one night, my fortunes were running cold.
Sure. I'd picked up a few thousand at blackjack just to dump it all on my new
system for Keno. Needless to say, I found myself running up a big bill and
dipping deeper and deeper into my small purse. Behind by nearly $20,000, the
pit boss was about to cut me off from any further playing, when a huge black
hand rested authoritatively on my pale arm, and two impressive figures cut
their way between me and the pit boss. The 'R' brothers had stepped into the
action.

"The lady will have all the funding she desires to continue," Oscar R insisted.
Oscar was tall and handsome in a craggy sort of way, whereas Raymond R was
shorter, stockier, with the tough looks of a former golden gloves boxer.
Although both men had immaculately tailored suits, Raymond looked like he might
burst the seams of his outfit at any moment like some living version of
television's Incredible Hulk. I breathed a sigh of relief. When I told them
that they'd get their money back, both men grinned.

Raymond R said, "Oh, yes, you will repay us, one way or another."

"Believe me, you don't want anything to do with them." Curiously enough, the
man who first told me about the R brothers had been trying to warn me against
them. A gambler turned investigator called Devon had been studying their
methods for months. He had a personal stake in the brothers' games, he told me.
As it turned out, he had lost to the R brothers in more ways than one.

"Some say be careful what you wish for, or it may come true. There is always a
grain of truth in such myths," Devon said. Back in his hustling days, Devon had
always wanted to sit in on the big poker game at the richest unofficial
gambling spot in the city, the game controlled by the R brothers. Finally,
after weeks of trying, circumstances allowed him to do just that.

"I talked Deme, my fiance, into coming with me that night. As we entered the
large, refurbished inner city mansion, which was home to the club, every eye in
the place seemed to leap to the blond haired woman in the shining silver gown.
Demeter wore a slinky metallic silver lame gown-low cut and strapless in the
front-her full bust line jutted deliciously outward toward every male eye in
the room. Her gown flowed indiscreetly, even daringly along the contours of her
full breasts, along her ribs, back, and hips until it finally caressed the
curvature of her ass with a slinky metallic lining.

"As we walked in, every masculine eye, and possibly a few feminine ones as
well, were focused on her dreamy figure."

Devon told me in private that every curve on Demeter's amazing body shimmered
like living liquid under that dress. I nodded. I know just how much practice
and care it takes to move so smoothly and effortlessly under a gown that sheer.

Anyway, Devon certainly had no reason to doubt her impact upon the other
gamblers, he said. In fact, he'd hoped that she'd be a distraction. But, after
eight hours of holding his own, Devon began to lose steadily to an African-
American card sharp named Perry who was employed by Raymond R.

At last, Raymond and Perry challenged Devon on a sucker bet: "I know you two
ain't married. But are you willing to bet your girlfriend, chump?" Raymond R.
watched Devon's face as he nodded. "Good, here's the deal - I'll wager my total
winnings tonight against one night with your own personal property pussy. What
do you say?"

"I'll have to consult with Deme," Devon replied. "I hear that," Raymond R.
added. "I'll have to hear her agree to this as well."

Demeter trusted Devon's gambling instincts probably more than Devon did, since
she timidly consented.

Devon lost big. He'd lost Deme to Perry, the card sharp, and everyone at that
poker game would back up Raymond R. if Devon tried to welsh out of it. Seeing
the look on his lover's face after he'd lost her in a poker game was
heartbreaking, but it seemed better than having his arms broken by a couple of
Raymond R.'s muscle-bound associates.

Oddly enough, it was Deme herself who came up with Devon's ultimate
humiliation. She'd go through with it for Devon, but he had to be there in the
room at the same time suffering the pain he'd put her through. This time, both
Raymond R. and Devon protested, but Deme said flat out that her way was the
only way she'd participate.

Devon watched entranced as a totally naked Demeter, his fiance, quickly glanced
back at the muscular, naked man who approached her from behind. Exposed to him
as well, Deme took a deep breath, arched herself in a stretch, and waited. She
had slowly crept up on all fours as per Raymond R.'s explicit instructions just
moments before she settled her body upon the hotel bed. Looking up angrily at
Devon for just a moment, Deme turned away, and then displayed her open,
vulnerable loins to Raymond R.'s erected cock. The furrow that she offered up
for deep plowing was soft, pink, and inviting, and the loving warmth of life
itself seemed to be embodied in her passive receptivity.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Raymond R. clambered up behind her and
positioned himself directly at her inviting slit. This was it, Devon thought.
This was the moment he had been dreading. Holding his erection steady in his
deep mahogany colored hand, Raymond R. nestled the tip of his blue-black penis
carefully into her sandy brown pubic hair and aimed his first thrust directly
into the inviting openness of Demeter's cunt. With a plunge both gentle and
sure, yet totally relentless, the young stranger pushed the sensitive glans of
his long dick directly into the moist, clasping heat of the voluptuous white
woman before him - Devon's woman.

At that moment, with strong warm hands holding her tight against his hard
muscular hips and thighs, with his body crushing up against her from behind,
and with the cocky blunt strength of the man driving slowly, deeply within her,
Deme yielded mind and body to envelop the dark, potentially potent presence of
his penis. She could not see what was going on, but what she could feel was
unbelievable. Strength, power, desire, lust, and yet an odd sense of alienation
and violation intruded upon her.

"Eee-yes!" Raymond R. grunted with pleasure, and then said, "C'mon slut, let me
teach you how to play blackjack homeboy style. We start with one face card
showing and one in the hole."

As her blue eyes caught Devon's, she glared at him. It was pure hostility, but
Devon deserved it. After all, he'd started this. At first as Raymond R's black
hands slithered all over her smooth white breasts and hips, examining her,
Devon thought he would be physically sick or else fly into a jealous rage. But
later after Deme adjusted herself to the angle and the rhythm of the black dick
probing at her from behind, Devon discovered a surprising bulge creep up behind
his pants in a way he would have never expected.

She'd matched her movements pleasurably against the black gambler's strokes as
he continued to lead her through a performance of the world's oldest fertility
dance.

"You should feel the wetness in here, boy," Raymond R. said directly to him,
though his opaque black eyes seemed to hide his enjoyment. "I'd guess she
doesn't mind having a man-size cock replace your little dick after all."

Demeter was gasping - breathing so hard you could almost hear the power of her
lungs as they made her voluminous breasts heave in time to his plunges.

Her angry blue eyes met Devon's. "Hello, prick."

"Deme, I'm sorry," he whispered.

"This is the last time I cover any of your fucking bets. I've made my choice
about which hand to play here, and it looks like you're the dummy." Her
rejection was a hard slap in the face.

"So I can get the hell out now, right?"

But she held Raymond firmly in her coital saddle with her long legs wrapped
around his hips for four or five minutes. As she whispered in his ear, Raymond
R. laughed as he laid her on her back.

"Not quite yet, chump," the gambler replied. "Like the lady said before, you
got to watch how the game ends first."

Demeter played out the entire hand with her black king in trump position this
time. There was but a slight moment of hesitation when her thin lips met
Raymond R.'s thick, almost purple lips, then her mouth opened up into a lusty
kiss of excitement. Eager to mount her, his cock moving straight forward with
his penetration, Raymond R. led with his strongest suit. Deme had clasped him
against her, conjoined heartily with him, and allowed his thick blunt cock to
take her first trick. Devon watched his queen's face flush as her jack of
spades dealt her a hard straight, then she started to moan.

"I wanted to die. I knew that sound well, Deme was cumming. As that black joker
palmed her voluptuous breasts with his dexterous fingers and marked every inch
of her white flesh with his thick purple lips, she'd slipped totally out of
control. Deme was seized by a gut wrenching orgasm. My red queen of hearts had
been trumped by an outside spade, while both of them had dealt me out totally."

"Don't hold back," she murmured in Raymond's ear. "Play it all." He too was on
the verge of an orgasm, and her sultry voice urged him onward. "I've drawn that
one-eyed jack of yours in deep to fill my inside straight, and this fucking
game's not over until your blackjack plays your hole card."

Raymond R. shuddered. His body uncoiled like a tightly wound spring as he
liquidated all his assets and emitted a satisfied grunt of sheer relief as the
frustrations he'd been playing so close to his chest finally spilled out in a
winning flourish. Now he fucked Deme as if he'd bet his entire fortune on a
single shot of his wad, and soon her body told him that his gut instincts were
right.

Flushed, somewhat frightened, and yet very excited, Demeter laid underneath the
young black gambler, rocking against him like crazy, clasping his spurting
penis, keeping him secure and sequestered in the confines of her accommodating
cunt.

"Hey?" Devon softly queried. "I can leave now, right, or are you two planning
to play three card monte?"

"I can't tell you how strange it is to see your former girlfriend glaring up at
you from upside down on a bed, when she's lying naked under the naked mahogany
body of some other man," Devon whispered. "Even in the heat of the moment, once
her angry eyes met mine, they turned cold. Then she looked at Raymond R.,
giggled and shook her head."

"I hope you're good at solitaire, Devon," Demeter growled. "Because, as far as
I'm concerned that's what your main game is from now on."

In spite of Devon's warnings, I realized that I needed the R brothers support.
I told him I'd be careful, but Devon just laughed cynically. "If you want to be
careful stay as far away from them as possible."

"We will stake you totally for four hours, after which we will demand
repayment." Oscar added. "We hope that's agreeable to you."

Though I knew that the "R" brothers had a seamy reputation for extracting
repayment, I was so certain that my system would hit within twenty-five plays,
that I quickly agreed to their terms.

I was wrong about the twenty-five plays. As the first hour went by, my optimism
began to dim. I gave out a dry cough and licked my lips.

"We'd better get the lady a drink," Oscar R suggested. Raymond R signaled to a
statuesque blond who was built like some adolescent's fantasy. At first I
thought she might have been silicon enhanced in the bust department, but after
I took a second look at her tired blue eyes and the way she was already
thickening around the middle, I realized that her breasts were swelling with
the signs of quickening-probably about four or five months. "Deme, be a good
girl, and get us a round of drinks," Raymond said as he handed her a wad of
bills.

"Good," the blonde said. "I can use one."

"You'll do nothing of the kind," he replied. "This baby is going to be born
healthy."

"You're such a spoilsport, Ray."

"C'mere!" He reached for her and gave her a kiss. "Bring us the drinks, and
then you can go on home if you want, okay?" The cautious glare she threw at me
was a combination of both jealousy and pity. "Whatever you're drinking, kid, I
hope it's worth it."

I don't know if it was God or Lady Luck, but I hit a $177,000 dollar eight
number Keno jackpot at about three hours and fifty minutes. That would be
enough to pay back the casino and the R brothers, as well as keep me in
expensive clothing and jewels for the rest of the year. Naturally, I was
ecstatic. But the R brothers looked dejected - as if they'd lost their $35,000
plus interest, rather than regained it, but they offered to buy me a
congratulatory drink.

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "That's no way to celebrate! Follow me." I
ordered three bottles of expensive champagne, invited both brothers up to my
hotel suite, and escorted them into the elevator. I didn't notice Oscar R
coming up behind me in the elevator until he placed both of his hands around my
waist. When his fully round lips kissed the back of my neck, I smiled. "Hey,
I'm liable to drop the champagne!"

"Nonsense," he replied. "We'll have Raymond hold the bottles."

My heart raced as he stroked my right shoulder with his moistened lips.

Raymond came up and softly removed the champagne bottles from my hands. Then
Raymond R leaned in slowing pressing his thick, deeply blue-brown lips first
against my chin and then upon my mouth. More than just a congenial kiss,
coupled with the stroking influence of Oscar's soft touch behind my back,
Raymond took my breath away.

Flushed, I turned to confront Oscar just as he leaned down to kiss me. Between
their dual ministrations, I began to feel the heady sexuality of pure desire,
as well as the intense breathlessness that comes with being the center of such
attentions.

Abruptly the elevator stopped at my floor. Exited, I prayed I could hold myself
together for the few moments we'd be in public, but after that how far would I
let them go? There was sufficient room down the hotel hallway for all three of
us to walk arm-in-arm-in-arm back to my suite. Oscar R had that secure air
about him that whispered big money without screaming tasteless. Raymond R
looked as if he'd spent half of his life on weights and strength machines. I
would be curious to know what other people thought of us as a threesome.

Threesome! Oh, Jeez, what had I gotten myself into? Inside my suite, I offered
each of them a drink and a toast to our mutual good fortune.

"Thank you both. I could never have done it without you." As our glasses
clinked together, I added: "Besides, there's nothing thing worse than drinking
alone."

"There is one thing worse." Raymond's voice was surprisingly soft for a man his
size, and yet, there was an incredible potential for power in his voice.

Swallowing a sip of champagne to hide the jitters in my voice, I said, "What's
that?"

"Fucking alone," both men answered.

Oscar touched one finger to my chest, then pushed me back hard, causing me to
lose my balance. But Raymond had stepped up behind me, so that I fell into his
arms. With very little effort, he swept me up into his arms and carried me to
the large bed in the center of the hotel suite. While Raymond's kisses followed
the curve of my neck, Oscar playfully came around and caressed my shoulders for
a second.

Then he said the strangest thing, "Looks like the lady's going to have to take
some of the money she won to replace this old gown, little brother."

In a flash Raymond R had ripped my Lady Luck gown down the center from the "V"
of my bust, tearing away every metallic red sequined stitch in just moments.

As I started to protest, I was interrupted when Oscar's lips swooped down to
clamp onto my mouth. Raymond lowered his head. His lips drew softly on my newly
exposed left nipple first, and then on the right one.

"Something's missing," Raymond murmured. He took the stemmed glass of champagne
and dribbled the bubbly liquid on her exposed breasts. The sparkling waters of
the champagne trickled in a great tease down my flesh and along my sides.
"That's better."

As Raymond's tongue carefully lapped up every drop along the flesh, I strained
to catch my breath. But, since my mouth was otherwise engaged, it was almost
impossible. It seemed like hours before Oscar relented. Then before I had time
to catch my breath, both brothers rolled my pantyhose away from my hips and
tugged them off my legs.

If you've ever seen a fine thoroughbred chestnut stallion, all muscle and
energy, pacing impatiently behind a corral fence, you'll have some idea of the
impact Raymond R had on me as he stripped off his clothing to stand naked
before me.

Cautiously lifting my right leg, Raymond allowed his fingers to glide slowly
from the instep of my foot all the way up to the taut delicate nerve endings
that rested just behind my knee, and then on up the inside of the ticklish
flesh at my thigh. When his thick fingers encountered the tender sweetness of
my bare clit, I thought I'd jump out of my skin. Then, as those same black
fingers wormed their way deeper and deeper into my cunt, Raymond called out:

"She feels wet enough for both of us. You want to play 'flip-the-coin?'"

"No, no! I believe she wants to play 'set-the-alarm.'"

"Oh, I'll bet you're right, Oscar."

Before I had time to ask what they meant, Raymond R used the leverage of his
strong naked body to move between my legs. His weight and strength seemed to
command me to lay back on the bed as my head dropped down into the very
epicenter of the mattress, while my legs spilled off the edge of the bed into
Raymond's firm grasp.

Both brothers looked hungrily at me now.

Catching just a glimpse of his large purple-black erection jutting straight out
from his groin before Raymond grasped both of my hips in his huge hands, I
gasped. Then he lifted my lower torso off the bed and up to the level of his
own erection. With my pink and white flesh caught fast in his muscular grip,
Raymond butted his blunt cock up against my moist vaginal slit. Now my soft
curling sandy blonde public hair fluttered mere inches away from his black,
kinky pubes. My thighs rose higher, unbidden by my mind, as that first brush of
flesh against flesh breached my swollen vulval lips. For one electrifying
second I felt the blunt blackness of his cock nudge forth into the wetness of
my own tissues, and then Raymond R plunged inward.

His movements were so hard and quick at first that I wanted to cry out. Every
inch of my loins stretched as his stiffened member overcame my small
resistance. Yet, as I allowed his length to sharply drive into me, I knew I
could handle him. He'd just established our rhythm when a small piercing beep
bounced irritatingly across the room.

Oscar R said, "Time's up!" The six-foot four Oscar stepped into view just as
naked and equally as impressive as his brother. "Is this a private party, or
can anyone join in?"

Raymond R withdrew his erection totally leaving me in a physical and emotional
lurch until the tall slim body of Oscar R stepped between my legs and lowered
himself carefully into a straddling position over my thighs. His body was lean,
the muscles well-defined, but unlike his brother, Oscar had a torso full of
potentially prickly chest hairs. However, standing out like a great mahogany
yardstick, it was his penis that caught my full attention.

"Reset the alarm on her watch, Ray." He positioned himself against my loins,
and suddenly I knew I'd to have Oscar R inside of me. I gave no sign of protest
even as I squirmed beneath his weight. Together. we hurriedly breached the
vaginal gulf. Every nerve in my body, each kiss, each touch, each lingering
stroke of his mobile cock seemed more sensitive-more pleasurable than ever
before as his glans forced its way past the velvety entrance to my vagina. I
hadn't forgotten my heady encounter with Raymond, but Oscar's savory slow pace
kept mind and body riveted on a mindless need for this coupling-like two
animals in heat.

Then the damn watch alarm went off again. "Time!" Oscar whispered.

"No," I moaned. "Not now!" I flung my legs up and around Oscar's back to keep
him from pulling out. "Not yet!"

Forcing him to continue that exquisite rhythm, I clung to him. Minutes later,
as I opened my mouth in an excruciating "O" and my body quaked in an orgasmic
cadence to his long thrusting rhythm. Trembling under him, my pussy was wracked
with the frightening joy of a pulsing wet orgasm made even more apprehensive by
the unexpected grunt and shudder from deep within Oscar's body.

"Yesss...," he hissed, as he released all of his energy in a rush of hot
spurting liquid. "Oh, yesss!"

No longer shy about either one of them, I wanted to experience everything I
possibly could about both R brothers, Raymond's blunt wide strength and Oscar's
unbelievable length completed a smorgasbord of carnal delight.

Later as the older brother lay prone on the bed, I crawled up onto Oscar's
stomach and ran my lips and tongue over his elongated appendage.

In the meantime, Raymond had moved in behind me, hoisted up my ass, and eagerly
guided his wide, blunt, dark erection into me once again. Obviously all that
extra wetness made it easier for him to slip inside me. His black hands
gripping my naked flesh tightly once more, Raymond R strove to control the
angle of his thrusts, his rhythm, and our final intensity. I could feel the
change in Raymond's breathing, feel the need in the way his hands groped my
buttocks and abdomen, and sense the impending change in his hardness.

To top things off, Oscar was moaning as if my sucking lips and tongue had
caused things to fly out of control for him as well. Almost gagging, I devoured
as much of his length as I dared. I gave a low throaty growl, which set Oscar
off. He bucked-his dick seemed to lurch like a viper striking inside my mouth,
although the venom he spit was warm and thick and tasted very masculine.

Though I had a feeling that Oscar's orgasm would set his brother off as well, I
nearly panicked when Raymond R's efforts finally exploded into teeming wet heat
while still enveloped deep within my cunt. He barked out that monosyllable of
unleashed passion-the one word for both love and hate which Raymond cried out
all full of frost and fire and need:

"Fuck!"

Afterwards, as his warm sticky desire pulsed and flowed within, splashing and
rolling for what seemed like hours, he collapsed over my thighs, buttocks and
back in exhaustion. Later, after all three of us had nearly passed out, we lay
together sharing the queen-sized bed-a six-foot four Oscar R on my left, a six-
foot even Raymond R on my right and all five foot-five of "Lady Luck"
sandwiched in the middle like vanilla ice cream between two chocolate grahams.

"Raymond," Oscar suggested. "I definitely think we should move her name to our
preferred clients list."


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