Lucky Day at the Casino
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I have been attracted to gambling my entire life. As a young child, a family friend would often bring me to the racetrack, to give my mother a break. So, the gambling culture was cultivated in me at an early age. By the time I was in high school I was spending Friday nights at a local hall, where there was always a stag being held with poker games and craps table. I became a good poker player, which I play regularly, to this day, in private games.
I made yearly trips to Vegas as an adult, where I indulged in Black-Jack. Twenty-four years ago, my Vegas junkets came to an end, as a new Vegas style casino opened in my hometown. I became a regular customer. Sometimes, I would be there many hours and at other times for just a brief time. Having a casino to go to daily, as opposed to once a year, is a completely different animal. You really must be disciplined. Set a limit for the session and once you lose, leave, even if only after a brief period of time. The opposite also holds true. Make some money early, get the hell out or else you end up giving it back.
I rarely went to the casino at night. Most of my visits were early in the morning when it was not busy. I prefer to play blackjack head to head with the dealer, or if that is not possible, with perhaps only one other player. In that way there is less chance of having a player who does not know what they are doing messing things up. Besides, the table stakes were cheaper early in the day.
I was still working at the time. I usually got to work between eight and eight-thirty in the morning. I would leave the house at six-thirty and go play blackjack before work a few times a week. Saturdays and Sundays were no different. Most weekends I would be seated at a table by seven am. At that time, I could find a ten, or fifteen-dollar table, and would be grandfathered in, at that price, when they started to raise the minimums later in the day.
One particular Sunday, I arrived at my usual early time, and found an empty ten-dollar table, at the back of the room, with one of my favorite dealers. I sat down and gave the dealer my usual three hundred dollar buy in. He gave me an assortment of different denomination chips. I got a coffee from the cocktail waitress and began to play. At that hour of the morning on a Sunday the place was empty.
I had played for about fifteen minutes when a formally dressed woman walked up and took a stool at the table.
“May I jump in?” she asked. “I will wait for the end of the shoe.”
That statement told me she was probably a good blackjack player. If things are going well, we hate players jumping in and out messing up the run of cards. At the end of the shoe, she tossed a fistful of hundreds on the table. The dealer counted it out, then gave her a thousand dollars' worth of chips.
“Hm, serious player,” I said to myself.
From the first few hands it was evident this gal was an experienced and talented player. She had basic strategy down pat, never making a wrong move. She was alternating her bets from twenty-five up to the table maximum of two hundred. I was impressed.
As we played, I was checking her out, without trying to be too obvious. I would estimate her to be around my age, of late forties to early fifties. She was also about my height, which was above average for a woman. She was on the larger side. Not, overweight really, or even plump, but just a bit thick. Nothing dainty or delicate about her. She had medium, dirty blond hair that she had pinned up on her head. She was not what one would call beautiful, by any means, but also not unattractive. It was hard not to miss how her breasts filled her blouse.
We blackjack players tend to be a friendly lot. We will banter with one another, about the bad run of cards, or the unusual good luck of the dealer and other topics of interest. We began chatting and exchanging the usual pleasantries. Her name was Francine. She was from Rochester, New York, which is just a short hour and a half away, on the American side of the boarder. She explained how she loved blackjack but hated listening to her husband’s complaining about the time she spends in casinos. She explained that to avoid that, she simply planned her playing sessions around his business trips, which were quite frequent. She informed me that she had gotten here late Saturday afternoon, and had a room in the casino hotel. She also stated she had been playing all night. That would explain her formal attire. She was dressed up from Saturday night and had not yet been to bed.
We continued playing and sharing information about each other. She complained several times how sore her back was from sitting and playing so long. I explained that I understood completely as I suffer with a bad back at times. I shared how I found a good massage relieved the tightness. She agreed and said she had availed herself of massage many times.
As part of our back and forth banter, We discussed the benefits of massage, and as part of the conversation, informed her I had bought several books, that taught different methods, which I used to massage my wife. Anyway, at one point, I mentioned she should get the casino to get her a massage. With her level of play and size of bet she would easily be comped for a massage.
“Oh, I thought of that earlier this morning.” She said. “The concierge informed me that one could be made available by two this afternoon. Unfortunately, I must check out by noon, so I am out of luck.”
We continued our friendly chit chat and playing. It was made more pleasurable by the fact we were both doing well at the table. By around nine, I informed Francine that I was done for the day. I was up four hundred dollars and knew my luck would eventually change. I informed her I had not had breakfast and was going to get the pit manager to give me a comp for breakfast, and would she like to join me. She agreed, and we left the table together.
After cashing out at the cage we headed towards the dining room. Just before reaching the entrance she stopped and turned to face me.
“I have a thought. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, when we were discussing it at the table.” She said.
“What would that be?” I asked.
“Well, you said you taught yourself massage. I hope you will not consider me too forward for asking. Would you come up to my room and give me a massage?” she asked.
You could have hit me over the head with a hammer. I did not expect anything like that. The two hours we had played together and talked, I never had the slightest perception that this woman was coming on to me. Was I that stupid? Now, out of the blue, this stranger I had known for only two hours is inviting me up to her room. Things like this just do not happen to me.
Hold on. Perhaps I was rushing to the wrong conclusion. It was possible she only wanted a massage.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, obviously puzzled at my lack of an answer. “I mean I have this big suite that the casino comped me and I have not even used it. The least I can do is use it for a massage before I leave. God only knows my aching body could certainly use it,” she continued.
“Well, I don’t have any oil or anything,” I stammered. It was the only thing I could think to say. I was still very flabbergasted.
“When I pulled into the casino parking yesterday, I noticed a drug store across the street,” she immediately retorted.
I did not know what to say at first. Then the big head on top my shoulders stopped working, and the little head between my legs took over. After thinking about it for a second, I told myself opportunities like this do not come around every day.
Then the wheels started turning. Playing with her at a blackjack table was one thing. Even having breakfast would be innocent enough, but being seen by someone I knew, going up in an elevator with her, would be a different story all together.
“Francine, why don’t you give me your room number. I will run across the street to pick up some oil. You go up and take a good hot shower to relax you, and I will come up and knock on the door in about ten minutes.” I responded. I was thinking this was a safer way to get up to her room on my own.
She opened her purse and handed me a key card. She explained that they had given her two when she checked in. With that she turned and headed for the elevators, without saying another word.
Was I dreaming? I could not believe this was really happening to me. I was getting that nervous tingling feeling running through my stomach. You know, the one you got when you were a kid, and you were about to do something you knew you were not supposed to. At the same time, I was also experiencing that feeling of excitement and wild expectation.
I went across the street and picked up a bottle of light mineral oil. When I was back in the casino, I stopped at the snack bar for a coffee to help quell my nerves. By the time I finished the coffee I realized twenty minutes had passed. I headed up to her room.
I knocked first, then used the key card to let myself in. Once inside, I was taken aback. It was not a room, but rather a full-sized suite. There were two high back chairs and a couch with end tables. A large screen television hung on one wall, and a wet bar on the opposite one. The side wall contained the door to the bedroom, which was open.
Francine must be a frequent visitor, who gambled for a great deal of money, to be comped such luxury. Certainly, more than I ever did. After looking around momentarily, Francine walked in from the bedroom She had a towel in her hand and was wrapped in a thick white terry robe that went almost to the floor. Her hair, still wet, was no longer pinned on her head but down slightly past her shoulders.
“I thought you may have changed your mind,” she said when she saw me. “You seemed a bit reluctant when I mentioned this to you. I am happy you decided to come up.”
She nodded her head towards the open doorway, informing me of the location for the bedroom. She began drying her hair and walked into the bedroom. I followed a few steps behind. Once inside I saw It contained a massive king-sized bed.
“Any special way you want me for the massage?” she asked.
I explained that across the bed would be best, so that the headboard would not get in the way.
Without batting an eye, she removed the robe and dropped it to the floor, then turned and lay on her stomach across the bed. I was immediately struck by her lack of shyness in being totally naked with someone she had only met two hours previously. The next thing that got my attention were her breasts. They were larger than I expected, fully round and heavy looking with large pink areolas. The nipples were not long, however they were wide and a darker pink. I was taken by the lack of sag in her breasts. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps she had them enhanced.
Her skin was white. I had never experienced such pale skin. I do not think this woman was ever in the sun. For the brief second it took her to turn towards the bed, I could see that her pubic hair was a slight shade lighter than the hair on her head. It was not totally and naturally bushy but trimmed in a neat triangle. Her body was full but not fat. There was a seductive roundness to her tummy. Her legs were shapely. Her thighs were full, tapering upwards. Her ass was amazing. It was large, but not overly so. It was well proportioned to the rest of her. It was round and protruding from her back. As full as it was, her cheeks were not tightly squeezed together, and the crack between her cheeks was exposed.
While staring at her, I could feel the blood starting to flow to my groin area. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I turned my eyes from the sight on the bed and headed for the bathroom to warm the bottle of oil. I asked Francine to just relax while I warmed the oil.
When I returned, I knelt by her shoulders and began applying the warm oil. I used slow, long strokes, coating her soft skin from her shoulders down her entire back and sides, my fingers glancing over her large breasts protruding from her sides. Soft moans of approval escaped her lips when I touched the sides of her breasts.
Once she was sufficiently coated, I began a deeper, methodical kneading of her shoulder areas. Once the tension disappeared from her shoulders, I worked the entire back, my hands working in opposite circular motions. Starting at either shoulder, I brought my hands toward the middle of her back just below the neck. Slowly, I let my hands glide down her back on either side of her spine to the top part of her ass. At that point, my hands parted and slid across the top of her ass cheeks, sinking into the soft flesh and down to the sides of her hips, then up along her sides, purposely glancing her breasts, and back to her shoulders. The movement was a continuous and smooth one-motion stroke.
This maneuver was repeated for an extended period, of time. I loved the feel of her flesh beneath my hands. She was not muscular or toned, but pleasurably soft, absorbing my every touch. With each stroke, guttural moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Between the feel of her yielding flesh and the sounds emanating from her throat I was getting very aroused, causing me to get an erection that pushed against my trousers.
I had been kneeling by her shoulder facing her feet. With each stroke, as I bent forward, I could feel a strain on my lower back. I moved closer to her so I would not have to stretch as far. In doing so my pant leg was tight against her arm.
“You are going to stain your pants with the oil,” Francine whispered. “You may have a problem explaining that to your wife. I think, to play it safe, you should just remove your clothes,” she added.
My God, upon hearing her words, my erection got harder. I guess she had more than a massage on her mind after all. I got up, removed my clothing, then returned to her side, but lower by her ass. I began a slow kneading of her fleshy ass cheeks, my fingers digging into the soft flesh and squeezing it between my fingers.
“That feels so amazing,” she purred softly. “Don’t ever stop.”
Knowing she was getting so much pleasure from my touch was heightening my level of arousal. After I worked her glutes for several minutes, I moved down by her feet to begin working the backs of her legs.
My two hands together, the fingers of one hand facing the outside of her leg, the other facing the inside of her thigh, beginning to glide up over her calf, and upward along her full thigh. At the top of her thigh, my left hand would slide down to the outside of her thigh while my right slid to the inside. Simultaneously, both hands drawing back down along the sides of her leg to her ankle where I began the stroke again. As I repeated this continuously, I would lengthen the stroke so my one hand would travel up over her full soft ass, on the downward motion my fingers tracing into the crack of her ass and down to the inside of her thigh.
Each time I did this her moans became more guttural. She spread her legs a bit farther apart with each pass, exposing her pussy to my view. She had wide swollen lips, which were parted, revealing her inner lips and vaginal opening, the deep pink color contrasting sharply against her alabaster white skin. On one of the downward passes, my fingers glanced against the side of her pussy lip causing her to slightly lift her pelvis up off the bed and to moan even louder.
After some time, I moved to her other side, and repeated these strokes on her other leg. As my fingers once again contacted her pussy, she raised her ass even higher off the bed.
When I sensed I had spent enough time on the backs of her legs and glutes, I asked Francine to turn over. I went and stood behind her head and began to massage her chest. Each of my hands encircled her breasts and caressed them in a counterclockwise motion. I let my thumbs tweak her nipples as I massaged the soft yielding flesh of her breasts. I new then that my earlier supposition was wrong. These babies were all natural. There had been no help from a plastic surgeon.
I moved back to the bed, kneeling by Francine’s side and began a gentle caressing of her stomach in a counterclockwise direction. Supposedly, that was good for digestion. As I glided lower with each stroke my fingers found her pubic hair. It was wispy and soft. That surprised me since pubic hair tends to be coarse. A long purring sound came from Francine as my palm moved across her mons, making sure my fingers did not touch her pussy.
I moved to the side of the bed by Francine’s feet. I began to massage the front of her leg with the same motion used on the back. Up the entire leg from the ankle, reducing pressure at the kneecap, and then up to the top of her thigh. At that point, my left hand traces down to the side of her hip. My right hand, slides to her inner thigh, letting my fingers slide along the crease between the leg and torso and then both hands come down to the ankle where it is repeated over and over.
Her thighs were heaven to touch. They were fleshy, soft, and hot. I moved to the other side to do her other leg. With each stroke my fingers would get closer and closer to the lips of her pussy until I finally glanced the side of them.
“Oh God, yes! Please, please stop teasing me. Touch me there. Please, I cannot stand it any longer. I want your hands on my pussy,” she implored in a hoarse-sounding voice that came from deep within her.
I moved between her legs, spreading them wider. With my palms against her inner thighs, I used my thumbs to caress the length of the outsides of her thick pussy lips, squeezing them together gently. Slowly moving my thumbs to the slit of her pussy I continued sliding up and down the length of her pussy, spreading her lips apart at the same time. The inside of her pussy glistened with moisture. With each stroke of my thumbs she arched her ass up from the bed, pressing herself against my thumbs.
As I continued sliding from the bottom to the top of her opening my thumbs slid to the inside of her inner lips, I have never experienced such a silky softness. When my thumbs reached the upper most part of her pussy they met at her clit. Each thumb in turn massaged around it and across and over it.
The feel of her hot flesh and the sight of looking down at her gaping, wet, pink pussy completely overwhelmed me. My arousal was at such a heightened state it felt like my cock was straining against the skin that contained it. I let go of her pussy and quickly got off the bed. Grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards the edge of the bed. I knelt on the floor and buried my face in her and began licking the inside of her pussy, like a man possessed.
“Oh, fuck yes!” She screamed so loudly I was afraid she could be heard in the next room.
I could feel my cock throbbing as I plunged my tongue deeply into her. She was wet beyond belief. Her moisture was dripping down my face. I teased her clit as she bucked upwards uncontrollably. My arms reached up so I could bury my hands in her soft breasts.
She quickly sat up and grabbed at me, pulling me up off the floor.
“I want your cock,” she exclaimed, and instructed me to lay over her so I could continue to eat her out while she sucked on my cock.
Her mouth was hot and worked furiously on my cock as I continued to tease her clit and lick her pussy. She had her mouth clamped tightly around my entire cock, while her tongue worked over the head. Without thinking, I began to thrust my cock deeper into her mouth. Simultaneously I fucked her mouth as she jammed her cunt onto my face. I almost drowned on the copious amounts of nectar flowing from her pussy
Suddenly she pushed me off, and quickly moved to straddle me.
“I want your cock inside me. Please, I haven’t been fucked in so long!” she exclaimed.
With that she grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. She leaned forward with her hands pressing on my shoulders, and began to rock her ass back and forth, her pubic bone grinding into mine, her pussy sliding along my cock. As she ground herself against me her full breasts swung back and forth. I reached up and grasped each breast in my hands. They were heavy but soft.
“Squeeze my fucking tits,” she proclaimed loudly. “Harder, harder,” she implored, as she reached up and put her hands over mine to squeeze tight her soft swinging orbs.
She sat up and leaned back, her hands on either side and behind her for support. She began to buck up and down. Looking down I was overwhelmed with the sight of her pussy tightly grasping my cock and sliding up and down its length, her weight slamming down on my thighs and pelvis with each thrust. I reached down and placed my hand firmly against her pubic area, thrusting my thumb against her clit, and began to rub furiously.
She bucked harder and faster as a deluge of expletives escaped her mouth. My cock was throbbing, and I could feel the beginning of a climax coming, my balls tightening as a rush of ecstasy ran through me. She leaned forward again, pressing her massive tits into my chest and burying her head next to mine.
Faster and faster she rode my cock. She slammed into me one more time, screaming as she did so. My cock was enveloped in a flood of moisture that leaked out over my groin, soaking me thoroughly. Shortly after, I exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum inside her. She lay still on me as I thrust several more times, emptying myself completely.
We both stayed motionless for a while, totally exhausted and panting for air. When she rolled off me, she looked over at me and smiled.
“Thank you for the massage,” she said. “I really needed that.”
“I feel bad.” I replied. “I never did finish it.”
At which point, we both started laughing uncontrollably. We got off the bed and went to shower together.
As I was about to leave, she gave me a peck on the cheek and with a smile on her face said, “Now, wasn’t that a lot better than breakfast?”
When I got home, my wife asked how the morning went. I took the entire four hundred dollars I had made out of my pocket and handed it to her.
“Well, someone got lucky today,” she said with a smile on her face.
I just nodded and smiled.
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