Chapter 4
Tony Pook was a big shot, one of those rare individuals who could afford to fly all over the world and gamble full-time. When he entered a casino anywhere in Nevada, be it Las Vegas, Reno, or Laughlin, he was immediately recognized by the pit bosses and dealers, who always bent over backwards to serve him. Particularly the craps dealers. Craps was his game of choice, and he bet huge sums of money on it.
Physically, he was quite handsome. Tall, he had dark hair and eyes, soft hands, and a sensuous face. He looked much younger than his forty-seven years. No gray hairs showed on his close-cropped head, and only a minuscule amount of flab surrounded his belly. Well-groomed, clean-shaven, fastidious, he attired himself in the best of clothes, preferring dark business suits of Italian design over more casual wear. He looked and carried himself like the wealthy man that he was. With such sex appeal, women had no trouble at all becoming attracted to him.
Tony craved fast action, both at the craps tables and in bed. Seldom was a beautiful woman not seen at his side, either when gambling or dining out. Usually, he had a different date each night, although sometimes, if he really liked a woman, he would spend an entire week with her. He lavished them all with money and gifts. He found that the sex was always the hottest after he gave them a taste of the good life.
His eyes slid to his current bimbo, Sally, who stood next to him rattling a pair of dice.
"Come on, babies," she said to them, "let's win some money."
She tossed the dice and rolled a three. "Craps out!" the stickman yelled. Tony's two-thousand dollar stack of chips, riding on the Pass Line, was taken away.
Sally turned to her man with a long face. "Aw, I'm sorry, Pooky. I tried so hard to win you money."
Tony-or Pooky, as Sally called him-shrugged. Two grand was nothing to him. He had inherited a profitable business empire when his father died ten years ago.
"Try again," he said to her. "You place the bet this time."
Tony, along with every other man at the table, stared at Sally as she did his bidding. She was a twenty-one-year-old blonde bombshell with blue eyes and a sweet, child-like face. Her curvaceous ass stuck straight out as she leaned over to place twenty black chips on the Pass Line, and her ample cleavage nearly spilled out of her short, low-cut dress. Many pairs of eyes, including Tony's, caressed her long, stunning legs, naked from her crotch down to her spiked high heels. There were quite a few groans of longing.
After all the bets were placed, Sally took the dice and rolled them again.
"Eight!" the stickman called out. "Hard eight!"
The craps players sighed with relief. Eight was the first point Sally had made and it was easy to make. Many laid odds on it, thinking that the dice were due to turn hot again.
"Place a thousand-dollar bet on the Big Eight," Tony instructed Sally.
"What's the Big Eight?"
"Never mind," Tony said. "I'll do it." He put ten black chips on the Big Eight square above the Pass Line.
Sally accepted the dice again and rattled them in her hand. Tony always let his dates roll the dice for him. He believed superstitiously that women possessed more luck than men. The first time he had taken her out gambling, some five days ago, she had virtually proven his point by winning forty-thousand dollars. But now her luck seemed to have turned around and he was in the hole for sixty grand. Though he could tolerate losing, winning was more fun. He crossed his fingers as Sally tossed the dice.
"Seven out!"
"Awwwwwwwww, sorry, Pooky."
Tony uncrossed his fingers and shook his head. That was nine craps in a row that Sally had tossed. She was proving to be a disaster to him.
"That's okay, sugar. I have plenty more money for you to lose."
She smiled gratefully at him.
He signaled to the pit boss for another marker, since he was running low on chips. As he was signing his name, his mind began to wander away from the tiresome business of losing. Just an hour ago, before coming down here, he had fucked Sally real good in his lavish suite. He smiled as he remembered back to that pleasant interlude.
He had been soaking nude in the sauna. The hot, churning water enveloped his entire body, making him feel cozy and relaxed. If life wasn't so demanding of his time, he could have stayed in there forever.
Sally wandered into the room holding two tall, slim glasses of champagne which she had just poured. She knelt beside the sauna and handed one to him.
"A toast," he said, "to hot tubs and beautiful bimbos."
She smiled as they clinked glasses. She liked being called a bimbo. Tony thought she was a real doll.
He tipped back his head and drained the glass completely. Sweet, fizzing liquid slid down his throat to settle warmly in his stomach.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he sighed.
He loved to drink champagne in the sauna. The two seemed to go hand in hand. Bubbling wine and bubbling water. He put his empty glass down beside Sally's on the tiled floor.
His eyes ogled her. Even through her short, white bathrobe he could sense her sexy curves. Her big tits ballooned the front of the garment outwards, and her hard nipples made small peaks in the thin, silken fabric. He reached over and rested a wet hand on one of her exposed thighs. He stroked her soft, warm skin, coming tantalizingly close to her cunt. She parted her thighs in invitation. After a long moment of teasing her he dipped a finger inside, tickled her rigid clit. Sally shuddered.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Pooky," she said. "That feels so good."
He smiled. He took his finger out and began sliding his hand upwards, cleaving open the front of her robe, which was only loosely tied shut. Her ripe, delicious breasts spilled out. He squeezed and caressed them, giving them a shiny coat of water. She sighed ecstatically and leaned back, resting on the balls of her hands. Her robe spilled off her shoulders and down her arms. Tony's eyes took in her arching body as he kneaded her soft, fleshy orbs. Her beauty was extraordinary.
"You like it when I play with your tits, don't you?"
"Yes, Pooky. Ohhhhhhhh, yesssssssss."
Sally's breathing became deeper and deeper as he fondled her, and, miraculously, her breasts grew bigger and firmer. She closed her eyes and leaned in to his warm touch. Tony's index finger circled a nipple teasingly, then pressed down on it as if it were an elevator button. Sally moaned and shivered. He saw goose bumps pop up in her skin, despite how feverish she felt to him. He laughed to himself, amused. Every time he pressed one of her nipples he received this reaction. It was one of Sally's unique quirks that he loved.
His hand abandoned her breasts and began to slide downward again. The blonde tensed in anticipation. He could tell she was a natural blonde by the color of her thatch, which was as bleached as her crown of curls. Pooky had no particular preference for blondes or brunettes or redheads. A woman's hair color meant little to him. But he did like his blondes to be natural. One of the exciting things about natural blondes was that they did not need to shave their legs. Their tiny body hairs were almost invisible against their skin.
Tony's hand crossed her supple belly and entered her silky muff. It was damp with arousal. Her sweet, feminine fragrance wafted to his nose. He kneaded her furry mound with his finger tips, digging into her flesh. Sally trembled, highly aroused. He watched in satisfaction as her cunt squirted juice in response to his delicate squeezes. Her hips writhed in intense yearning. She was ripe for being fucked, he knew. He felt his cock rising beneath the hot, swirling water.
His fingers went lower still. Now they teased the outside of her pussy, caressing her slick lips. He watched her pussy twitch and spasm, eager to swallow whatever he gave her. Sally moaned and rocked her hips back and forth.
"Fuck me with your fingers, Pooky!" she begged. "You know I can't stand it when you play with me like this."
Grinning, he stuffed his index and middle finger into her steamy opening. Incredibly sensitized, she drew a sharp intake of breath and tried to recoil from his provoking touch. Then, remembering that this is what she wanted, she relaxed and settled her cunt down upon his fingers, allowing him to probe deep into her. Her hips began to match him stroke for stroke. She released her breath in a torrent of well-being.
"Oh, Pooky," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Do you like that, sugar?" he asked.
She nodded her head, eyes closed, unable to respond verbally. His digits were giving her delicious torture.
Tony began to pump his cock with his free hand, stimulating it to greater rigidity. As he did so, he reflected on his long life of fucking women. As a young man, sex had filled his life, much as it did today. Seldom did a day go by when he didn't get his share of pussy. His father, a tall, stern-faced old man, did not understand his obsession and so did not approve. Or perhaps he was envious of his only son, having been stuck with the same fat cow he had been married to for thirty years. Several times Tony had been threatened with disinheritance because of his affairs with the wives and daughters of business associates. Taking his father's threats seriously, he played it safe. He began to travel longer distances in search of female flesh, finally discovering Las Vegas, as well as its sister cities Laughlin and Reno. The casinos of Nevada were the best hunting grounds for sex that a rich young man could ask for. There he discovered gambling as well as women, and the two merged together to form an intoxicating drug.
Tony became aware of the rising pitch of his current babe's voice. He was stroking her clit real good now, his fingers slick with her juices. Her hips rocked back and forth in the instinctual rhythm of lovemaking, and her head swayed from side to side. Her beautiful blue eyes were closed and her lips formed pretty O's each time she exhaled. The skin on her heaving breasts shimmered with perspiration.
"Oh, God, Pooky, I think I'm going to cum."
"Hold on, baby, I got something special for you."
Tony's dick was now as hard as a rock. It did not want to miss out on her climax. He removed his fingers from her cunt and dragged her into the hot tub with him. She did not resist, but let him take control over her body. He dunked her head under the churning water. She came up coughing and spluttering and flailing her arms. Then he rudely bent her over the lip of the sauna and jammed his cock deep into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried.
Tony groaned. His cock felt so good in her warm, wet sheath. Her spongy flesh molded itself around his inflexible form, awakening an intense tingling sensation along its entire length. He tried to hold it still for a moment, to drink in her pleasant warmth, but the irresistible force of mother nature soon took control over his body. He backed up his hips and stabbed into her again. Then again. Soon he established a steady rhythm.
Sally was quaking in erotic ecstasy. Her eyes remained closed as she was being fucked. Each of Tony's brutal impacts jarred a gasp out of her throat. By the sound of it, it was as if each breath needed to be forced out of her lungs. In truth, like a sprinter racing the final few yards toward the finish line, she was trying to hold her breath. She was on the threshold of orgasm and had been there for a while. Her fingers curled into claws as the sweet pain grew within her body. Her hips tensed in anticipation of the orgasmic bliss to come.
Tony, riding her from behind, could detect her subtle resistance and realized its import. Eager to see the marvel of a female in climax, he doubled his pace, slamming his cock into her fast and furiously. His bucking hips churned the hot tub into a frothing cup of cappuccino. Sally's wet, naked body slid back and forth across the tiles, completely beyond her command. She had all the friction of a seal. Only her swollen tits, somehow gaining purchase on the hard ceramic surface, remained immobile.
Suddenly, Sally stiffened. Tony could feel her pussy tighten almost painfully around his cock. This was her climax. She opened her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Ohhhhh, gaaaaawd!"
Involuntarily, her cunt slammed backward down Tony's dick. He grunted as if he'd been kicked in the balls, which is pretty close to what had happened. The blonde's whole body squirmed and writhed frenetically on the end of his pole, like a worm on a hook. She was now fucking him more than he was fucking her, but there seemed to be no method to it. Her hips bucked back and forth violently, responding to the wild electrical impulses that originated from her clit. Tony grabbed her neck from behind to gain some control over her movements, because she seemed to have lost it completely.
Slowly, the orgasmic storm passed. Her savage pelvic movements lessened into mere twitches and then ceased altogether. The strength seemed to melt out of her muscles. She sighed and lay flat on her stomach, breathing heavily.
Tony let go of her neck and eased his cock out of her pussy. He would have liked to have cum while she was cumming, but it had not been his time. Rising out of the water, he sat down on the rim of the sauna and stroked Sally's smooth buttocks, which now shimmered as much with sweat as with water.
"Did you like that, doll?" Sally nodded, her eyes half-closed in exhaustion. "Uh-huh."
Tony's hand wandered up to her face to brush back the hair that was plastered to it. He wanted to admire her innocent beauty without obstruction. His index finger traced her lips, so soft and full and red.
"Do you think you can muster up some more energy? I have a job for you."
Tony's dick was still rock solid.
"Just give me a minute to catch my breath, okay?"
He chuckled. "Okay. Because you're gonna need your breath."
It actually took a total of ten minutes before Sally was ready to suck his cock. Tony took some pride in how he had worn her out. But the lag time did not deflate him. Caressing Sally's beautiful nude body with his eyes and hands had kept his dick hard.
She slipped backwards into the hot tub. Her big, beautiful boobs kept her buoyant in the water as she swam towards him. Grabbing his knees, she parted his hairy thighs and stared at his bloated organ. Tony could see an expression of hunger fill her eyes. Exhaustion was forgotten as lust was reawakened. He grabbed his dick by the trunk and helpfully pointed it towards her mouth, which was already open and salivating. She immediately slipped her lips over his knob.
"Ah!" he cried, stung by a sudden jolt of electricity. The nerves on his knob were painfully sensitive. His hips, moving reflexively, nearly jerked his cock out of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist to keep that from happening. Then she began to inch her mouth down lower and lower.
Tony squirmed. He had jacked off during Sally's recuperation period and now his cock was very tender and receptive to stimulation. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as she swallowed more and more of him. Her lips, glossy with saliva, were barely wide enough to encompass his width. The tight fit enthralled the nerves along his hard, hot shaft. His fingernails dug deep into the palms of his hands, but he hardly noticed the pain. All he could experience now was pleasure. Finally, after a long, tortuous journey, her lips kissed his hairy base and he shuddered. His dick was now buried entirely in her mouth. He could feel the knob bumping against the back of her throat, its rhythmic motions prompted by the blood pumping in from his heart.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned. "My cock feels so good in there."
"Mmmmmmmmm," was Sally's only comment.
She withdrew until only his dome was left in her mouth. Her warm, slippery tongue licked it, circling around and around, then dived into his semen hole, lapping up some of his pre-cum. She tried to stuff her entire tongue in there. Tony's body jerked upward, unable to handle the intense stimulation. He grabbed hold of her upper arms to keep himself from flying away from her. Her fingers tightened just as fiercely on his waist. She didn't want to lose her tasty treat.
Tony forced his body to relax and endure the pleasurable pain. His hands moved up to Sally's head. His fingers played through her blonde curls, now half dry. Her hair was as soft and fine as corn-silk. He closed his eyes and listened to the music of Sally's lips and tongue smacking on his hard, saliva-coated organ. It was louder than the bubbling of the hot tub water. His hips began to move subtly back and forth, responding to his deep, animal instincts. He craved release from the erotic torture that Sally gave him. Applying gentle pressure with his hands, he began to urge her mouth lower down his shaft.
She did not resist. Once more she opened her mouth as wide as it could go to accept him in.
Tony's cock slid past her teeth and down the soft ramp of her tongue. It met with virtually no friction. Sally's mouth was like her pussy had been earlier-gushing lubricant. Tony closed his eyes and groaned as his head finally lodged in the back of her throat. She had taken all of him inside her. It felt so good it hurt.
"Oh, baby," he breathed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, baby."
Sally grasped his balls in one hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. Tony shuddered and nearly came on the spot. By sheer willpower he beat the physical urge down. He wanted to enjoy the blissful agony as long as he could.
Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, Sally now began to pump him in earnest. Her lips slid easily over his taut, well-lubricated skin. Tony groaned and shook his head from side to side, unable to believe the pleasure he was receiving. He silently thanked God for giving women the ability to perform oral sex on men. He enjoyed oral sex above all other forms of fucking. Sally did it better than most women he had dated. At times, she seemed to enjoy it even more than him.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, sucking on his meat.
Tony felt his balls constrict. Suddenly, he was no longer able to hold his semen inside, nor did he want to.
"I'm cumming!" he grunted. "I'm cumming!" Given warning, Sally held her breath and gripped his waist more tightly, knowing what to expect. He jerked his cock upwards into her mouth as hot, sticky jism exploded out of it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried.
Holding her head between his hands, he fucked her mouth savagely with his dick, unable to control himself. His body was running solely on instinct now. He thrust into her incredibly deep, shooting his semen down her throat. Remarkably, Sally did not gag, but swallowed his emissions almost as fast as they came. She was a special female and Tony would not have tried this with anyone else.
Eventually, the spasms which had taken control of his body diminished. His thrusting hips slowed to a stop, and he let his dick grow limp in Sally's mouth. He took it out of her and lay back on the cool, wet tiles.
"Oh, man!" he breathed. "Oh, man!"
Sally was finally able to draw in the air her lungs desperately needed. After catching her breath, she began to clean Tony's dick with her tongue, lapping up the last residue of his gooey discharge.
Tony hardly noticed what she was doing. His soaring mind was lost amid the clouds.
"Craps out!"
The voice jarred Tony's mind back to the present. Sally had lost again!
"Sorry, Pooky." She had a stricken expression on her beautiful young face. Perhaps she feared she would soon be on the way out.
"That's okay, darling," he said, although he was beginning to think'Otherwise.
Then he had a sudden inspiration.
"Let me place the bet this time, doll." He placed four-thousand dollars on the Don't Pass line. Other players, catching on, followed suit. Everyone was now betting against Sally.
She took up the dice and rolled a pass. Everyone, including Pooky, grumbled as their money was taken away. Sally shrugged helplessly.
"Another shooter!" the box man called out. "We need another shooter!"
I need another bimbo, Pooky thought to himself sourly. One who is as hot at the table as she is in bed.
Suddenly, as if God had heard his prayers, his eyes spotted one. She was crossing the casino floor, heading for the buffet. She had a big bosom, shapely legs, and long brown hair, which swished from side to side as she walked. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her most exquisite feature was her thighs, which she showed off beneath the short hem of her body-hugging blue dress. Incredibly, they were even better-looking than Sally's thighs, which were quite extraordinary in themselves. Only once before in his life had he seen a woman with such exciting thighs. Looking at them, Tony's mouth salivated and his dick sprang erect.
There was no question about it. He had to have her!
Yet, troublingly, there was a young man with the woman, his arm wrapped possessively around her slim waist. After some thought Pooky dismissed him, however. He didn't look as though he could afford such a good-looking woman. Pooky had long experience buying females away from their boyfriends.
But first, much as he liked her, he had to get rid of his current bimbo.