We were in Vegas for my birthday, as the tradition has been for the last couple of years. We were staying at my favorite hotel, with my favorite view of the Strip and were getting ready to go out to the club I had been wanting to go to for the longest time. I teased out the rest of my hair so it fell down my back in big curls and finished putting my makeup on with a sweep of mascara on my eyelashes. I slathered on glittery lotion on my bare shoulders and arms when I felt Jeff slide up behind me. "Damn woman. You sure look fine like that." He whispered into my ear, letting his hand slide down my ass until he was cupping my ass cheek in his hand. I giggled and moved away from him in a teasing way, and told him hands off until later because I didn't want to ruin my makeup. I was wearing a skintight white satin skirt and a black tube top that showed off my deep tan perfectly with 6 inch stilettos that made my legs look a mile long.
He couldn't keep his hands off me in the elevator down, and I had to keep him from pawing at me the entire time. We got to the casino floor, and were walking through the poker section when he got distracted. It was around 10:30 and I had wanted to get to the club by eleven at the latest. But he looked at me those puppy dog eyes and said, "Just a couple of games....come on. Free drinks?" He leaned over and kissed my neck and had me sighing in defeat.
"Fine. Just thirty minutes though. I mean it." I told him and stood behind him as he sat at a table that he was convinced was "hot."
The cocktail waitress came by and I got a glass of champagne and tipped her fat to ensure her coming back quickly for another round.
The first few rounds, Jeff was winning, couple of quick two pairs and then he got lucky with a three of a kind. He was up $500 and I could see his excitement in the way he spoke. Then, because gambling bores the hell out of me, I kind of dazed off and was looking at the people at his table. There was a young guy, probably in his mid twenties, military haircut and a muscular build. He was losing quite badly, and was sulking at the end of the table. Then there was the older guy, looked like he was related to the young guy, maybe the father or an uncle or something and he was doing pretty well, and talking to Jeff a lot. He was probably in his late forties, with a little white hair, but still in good shape and very tall. Then there was a lady who didn't really talk at all and was chain smoking cigarettes the entire time, her face crunched up in concentration. My second glass of champagne arrived and I was beginning to feel a little buzz.
I saw that it was almost eleven and turned and whispered to Jeff that it was time to go. He barely turned around and just said, "A few more minutes, babe." I glared at the back of his head and turned around and met the eyes of the older guy, who I overheard from introductions, was named Jack. And the younger guy was Tim. Jack looked over at me, his eyes dancing with something...laughter? a smirk? I didn't know what it was, but it was an instant turn on. I told myself it was the champagne and grabbed a seat at the end of the table.
I sat there and watched as Jeff won another few hands and he was so excited he could barely sit still. Every time I glanced over at the table to see if he was done playing, I saw Jack staring at me. It was kind of sly at first, but as Jeff completely forgot that I was there at all, Jack's looks at me became more and more bold. And soon, he was staring at me outright, the corner of his mouth turned up in a knowing smile, and once even winking at me evilly. I began to notice things like his tanned, muscular arms holding the cards, and the way he ran his big hand through his hair when he was trying to figure out what to do. I started imagining those hands on my waist, how big they would look covering my tits. I found myself biting my lip and running my hand up and down my crossed legs, my pussy now feeling alive and pulsating a little in my black thong. I could feel my clit getting swollen the more I thought about him. I found that it was getting hard just sitting there and felt all tingly and nervous.
"Hey Jeff...why don't we make this thing a little more interesting?" I heard Jack ask my boyfriend. He looked right at me as he said this and I knew he was about to say something inappropriate.
"How's that Jack? Getting tired of me taking all your money yet?" Jeff asked him, not even noticing this man staring at his girl like a piece of meat.
"Hell yes I'm getting tired of it. I think I need some serious pay back. What do you say you put your girl up over there on the next hand, and I'll put up my motorcycle?" Jack said, as he pulled out a pair of keys out of his pocket and laid it on the table.
At first, Jeff's eyes flashed with anger at the suggestion. And his hands rolled into fists. "What do you mean put her up?" He asked Jack, glancing over at me and noticing that I wasn't exactly horrified with the idea.
"I mean, if I win the next hand, you give her to me for a couple of hours..until she wants to leave actually." He said, shrugging his shoulders and looking over at me with a smile. "But if I lose, then you drive your pretty little girlfriend out of here in style, on my bike." The dealer started to protest a little but Jack threw him a chip in tip and I didn't see how much it was but it shut the dealer up.
The whole time that this conversation is happening, I was sitting there, sipping on my champagne trying to keep my hands from shaking. I was actually so turned on by this offer that I could barely look at either of them. And if Jeff hadn't been downing vodka tonics the entire time that he was playing, he probably would have just told Jack to go fuck himself. But Jeff looked over at me, his eyes questioning, and I gave him a quick nod.
They shook on this deal, and Tim, who I learned was Jack's nephew, sat closer and looked over at me, his dark eyes grinning at me in mischief. I stood behind Jeff and saw that he had a solid full house, jacks high. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as they went all in and showed all the cards. I quickly looked over at Jack's cards and gasped when I saw that he had four of a kind 8's. With a huge laugh, he took his keys and shoved them back in his pocket, and stood up. He leaned in and said something to Jeff really quickly, and then came over to me.
He barely gave me any time to even say anything to Jeff, other than, "I'll be back soon." And he grabbed a hold of my hand and led me out of the casino area and into the elevator. He pushed me against the elevator wall, and his lips were on mine in a second. He pushed one hand into my hair, grabbing the back of my neck to kiss me deeper, and his other hand slid down my stomach and thighs and reached up under my skirt and into my sopping wet pussy with such confidence that I didn't even protest. "Yeah. I knew you were getting all hot sitting there. See? This wet pussy proves it." He said, pulling out his fingers out of my cunt and licking them.
When we got to his floor, he didn't even say anything to me, and just walked me over to a room, opened it and once in, almost picked me up off the floor and threw me on the bed. "I don't want to rip that pretty outfit off you, so take it off." He said to me, his eyes glittering in the dim lighting. He was kind of circling the bed, like a lion circling his prey, as his eyes took in every inch of my body as I undressed. I slid out of my tube top, exposing my small tits, my nipples instantly hard against the air conditioning. I had unzipped my skirt and was pulling it off when he reached over and impatiently yanked it off my legs. I was lying on the bed, with my legs kind of dangling off the side, and he knelt in between my legs, and ran his big rough hands up and down my calves and thighs. Then he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled me toward him, so that my wet pussy was right in his face, and pushing my soaking wet thong to the side, he shoved his tongue deep inside of me. "Give me that pussy." He said, as he almost roughly ate me out, two fingers buried in my wet hole with his mouth wrapped tightly around my swollen clit.
"Yeah, I knew your pussy was gonna taste sweet." He said looking up at me lying there, writhing, close to coming. Then he went down again, this time, his tongue going up and down from my clit all the way down to the end of my pussy slit, stopping at the clit to suck on it. And I felt his wet fingers start playing at my ass, fingering and massaging. He put a finger in and started to suck hard on my clit while running his tongue around in circles and I came so hard that I thrashed against his mouth and screamed, while grabbing at his hair and wrapping my legs around his head.
He laughed softly when I was done coming, and he still sat by the bed, staring at my now gaping pussy, wet and sloppy with juices. He fingered my pussy lips, spreading me open and looking at it. "I love your little pink pussy." He said, and I started getting juicy again. And I needed him inside me so badly. "You want cock?" He asked me, his fingers still playing with my pussy lips, staying away from my clit which was still too sensitive. I nodded. "Tell me."
"I want your cock." I said, softly, feeling kind of weird to be telling a man who was not my boyfriend that I wanted his cock. But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was so turned on that I whimpered, begging for him to put his dick inside me as deep as he could get it. "I want your cock inside me now." I whispered to him, and he got up and pushed me up on the bed, so that I wasn't dangling any more. Then he got on top of me, and spread my legs open with his knees, taking his place in between my open legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit and gently pushed the whole thing in, sighing softly as he did so. Then he left it there for a bit, letting my pussy walls get used to his cock inside me. I squeezed my pussy with a little smile to let him know I was ok. He laughed and started to slowly fuck me.
"You're so fucking wet." He said, his deep voice even deeper with desire. As the momentum built, and we were both panting from the need to come, he started to thrust harder, his hand grabbed a hold of both my wrists and put them above my head, pinning me to the bed as he pumped his cock in and out of me. I arched my back and met his thrusts, wanting to have him inside me, as deep and hard as I could get him. "Oh, fuck.." He said and suddenly pulled out and grabbed me by the waist and turned me over, "get on your knees." He said to me, and I got up on all fours, my hand pushing on the bedpost to prepare for the thrusting.
He put both of his hands on my hips, and ran his thumbs over my ass cheeks and gave me a couple of slaps on my ass. Then I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy for a second before he shoved the whole thing inside roughly. I cried out as I felt him go deep into my pussy. It was almost painful but I wanted it like that and I pushed back on his cock with my ass to let him know to pound me properly. He grabbed my hair that was falling all over my back as he rode me and with that as leverage, pounded into me like a piece of meat. I felt his cock pulsating inside my pussy and heard him grunting like an animal. I put my head down on the bed and with both my hands, reached back and opened up my ass cheeks to give him a perfect view at the hole he was fucking, and that sent him over the edge. With a loud moan, he gave me one last thrust and I could feel a stream of hot cum all over the inside of my pussy. I looked back at him with a little smile and he gave my ass a light slap as he pulled out and lay down on the bed, sighing. I slithered over to him and gave him a light kiss on his lips, taking in his smell.
"I gotta go." I said to him softly. "Thanks for a great time." I said giggling, getting up and pulling on my skirt and top. He got up on one elbow on the bed to watch me as I dressed.
"Jeff is a lucky lucky man. You are one hell of a piece of ass." He said to me, teasing. Then, watching me look for my panties under the bed, he held it out in his hand. "You're gonna leave me a souvenir aren't you?" He asked, a look of phony sadness on his face. "I need this to remember you by." He said.
"Keep it," I told him, laughing, "I'll be thinking of you with no panties on then." I said to him, and blowing him a kiss, walked out the door. As I was retouching my lipstick in the mirror in the elevator, I realized that I could not stop smiling.