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Lexi's Tales: Casino By Dani Hendrix The sounds and scents of a casino at two in the morning are a sight to behold. It is a raging tornado of greed, gluttony, envy, and lust whose pull cannot be ignored. That "pull" as I call it, of a casino, is what makes it so dangerous. Souls are lost to the pull in casinos; another sinful casualty of the decadence machine. It's the pull of money, of sex, of power. That pull is addicting, like a needle or a cunt; it drags men back into its clutches for their fix. The casino does not discriminate; the rich and poor, black and white, young and old must come here to scratch their itch. I know all about the decadent pull and the euphoric scent of it all too well. It's my life. It's my life because I have spent much of it with men who feel the "pull" for sex. They pay me for it and I deliver. I deliver to them the delicate folds of my hot boi-pussy, the luxurious length of my cock, and my deliciously warm mouth to work them over and milk the cum from their balls. The pay me to take their cum, and I welcome it like the insatiable whore I am. Men have been paying me for sex since I was just a nubile twenty year old girl-boy with growing tits and a body built for sin. Nine years later, my transition long completed, I have become a sex machine; a dynamic cum-slut who's done it all and lived to tell some tales. This is one of them... I love cock. I love the way it looks, the feel of it, the musty, manly smell, and the electrical jizz- charged pulse it emits at orgasm. Thoughts of cock were running through my mind as I made my way towards the gaming rooms at Foxwood's Resort & Casino in Connecticut. Nestled halfway between New York and Boston and expanded to the size of a small city, Foxwood's is the largest casino in the world. Offering four different gaming salons, a nightclub, a dozen restaurants, and shopping for miles, it has created a sinful balance between Atlantic City and Fifth Avenue. I went there to seek out the men addicted to the salacious pull of the casino. The men for whom "lust" is the drug they crave. The ones who need just a flash of thigh to get their cock stirring. Make no mistake; I went to gamble that night, just not the way you'd imagine. I gambled I could make more "cunt cash" by working the casino than I could waiting for the phone to ring. T-girl escorts make their money on their back or on their knees, and I wasn't going to be either place sitting at home hoping the phone would ring. I had to make something happen. I work for an escort service in Boston, but business had been slow, so there I was, ready to work ? open for business. See, casinos never close. They have no sense of time, no pause for sentiment, just the endless chase of money. I know that chase well. I had fifty dollars in my pocket, remnants from my last trick; a $125 'suck and fuck' at a Boston hotel. My hope was that if things went well, I'd have a lot more than fifty on my way home. My "pull" for coming to the casino was simple: plenty of men, plenty of money, plenty of lust for a vamped up T-girl vixen. That's what I had going for me. I was dressing to be noticed. That meant I needed to look somewhere between "sexy" and "slutty." Too "sexy" and the guys might want to dance first, and I didn't have that kind of time. Too "slutty" and management would turn their electric eyes on me the minute I walked through the door. Whores aren't really welcome, after all. I needed a balanced look, and I'm confident I found it: a short, black cowl-necked cocktail dress with a kerchief hem that fell midway down my thighs. It looked great on me, as it complimented my 36D surgically enhanced breasts AND the legs I work so hard to keep in shape. The dress is short, but just right. It was made for heels, and I'd elected to go with a black open-toed sandal with 4" heels and ankle straps by Bandolino. I wanted to be lusted and this combination was sure to be a winning one. My raven colored hair was teased slightly, and my bangs fell past my lips when I didn't keep pushing them back. My make-up was Lancome; light foundation, a little blush, but plenty of mascara and liner, and cherry red "cocksucker" lipstick. As a T-girl escort on the prowl, my clitty needed to "stay out of the way," at least until show-time, and mine was tucked away safe and sound. My bra-strap showed just a little; a tease of what's to come. But I was cautious - I didn't want to come on as "Miss Tits" all night. That meant security would be watching ? and that's bad for business. As I entered the 'Grand', I stopped at the main entrance and lit a cigarette, taking plenty of time to survey the scene ? and be seen. I bent a knee slightly, showing that extra bit of thigh that makes the men a little more eager. I inhaled the smoke deeply and exhaled slowly, enjoying the feel of the cigarette in my hands, and its taste in my mouth. I made change for a $5 bill, getting five singles. I put four back into my purse and got four quarters for the last dollar. I sauntered over to a 25 cent slot machine and deposited a quarter. Pulling the handle slowly, the machine took action. My first spin was a loss, but I didn't care; I was really after a drink, the quarters were sacrificial. I continued to stand at the machine and eventually dropped another coin into the slot. A waitress came by. "Hi, can I get a light beer and a cosmopolitan for my friend?" She jotted down my order and moved on down the line. I used my third quarter while I was waiting ? another loss ? and held the fourth for proof that I was playing when the waitress brought me my drinks. I didn't know at the time, but that dollar would be almost all I spent that night. Big tits and pouty lips can mint money under the right circumstances... and I had found the right circumstances. I spotted the waitress on her way back over and timed it right to have my slot machine stop spinning just as she reached me. Another loser on the slot, but I got my two drinks. She never asked where my "friend" was. I drank the beer down fast, so fast that my head spun for a second when I finished. I placed the empty glass next to the machine and moved off with my Cosmopolitan. It was time to get to work. A woman is the more sexual when it comes to the two genders. Few guys are sexy as they walk into a room, but a woman, especially when dressed provocatively, can be sex personified just by the way she walks. I, former feminine boi, now vamped up T-slut, can do that walk. A walk is all about sex. It's the sway of the hips, the slow movement of the tits, a high chin, the perfect shape of a leg balanced high on 4" heels, all working together to create a montage of sexual fantasy; a cum-charged orgy of dangerous thoughts and sinful dreams. I've been perfecting my walk for years, and I was sure as hell doing it when I walked over to the craps table. Don't let anyone tell you differently. If you want to meet a man, go to the craps table. It's loud, social, and winning brings good cheer to the entire area. Plus, everyone is used to having the game watched by 'passer-bys' so no one gets too nervous about a crowd standing around. It's a striking contrast to the rest of the casino which tends to be more subdued and methodical. The craps table is like a strip-club; loud, rude, and sexually charged. It's the place to be if you're a woman looking to fuck. I walked over to a ten dollar table and put my drink to my mouth, pausing after the sip to lick my ruby red coated lips. I folded one arm casually and waited for the roll to end. Shortly thereafter it did, an elderly gentlemen finally crapping out after what was obviously ? due to the short bit of applause he received ? a pretty decent roll. The stickmen running the game moved into action ? doling out chips to the winners, collecting a few from the losers, and began to set the table for the next shooter. That's when I caught his eye. He was young, under 30, and fairly attractive. Nice eyes and hair, and in-shape from the looks of him. I licked my lips again and smiled. He motioned with his hands, inquiring about my drink status as the waitress sauntered over. I smiled and nodded, 'Yes.' Another drink? Sure. "Hi, how are you?" he asked. "I'm fine... My name is Lexi, and yours... Oh Brian, what a nice name... What am I doing now? Well, I would like to go someplace with you and talk." His eyes lit up when I said that. The drinks came and we left the craps table. We began the conversation in the middle of the gaming salon, well within the action, but with no affiliation with any table. That was just the way I wanted it, because negotiations can be tough sometimes. See, when a guy calls an escort service, he's ready to get down to business. There's no mystery about the reason for the call. But, propositioning a man in a public place, when he has no idea that there's a fee for your services, can be a tricky bit of business. This is especially true with guys like Brian who definitely had a hard-on for me, but was too nervous to mention it. It's like pulling teeth. In the end, the best thing is to do is just get to it, and let the chips fall where they may. Of course, always have an escape route handy. We talked for a moment longer. I didn't want to waste any more time. "Are you staying here?" I asked. "No I drove down with a few of my friends. They're around here somewhere." No hotel room is not a good thing for a hooker. Hookers like hotel rooms. "I'd like to be with you Brian. Would you like to be with me?" I asked. He was a little taken back. "With you, as in have sex?" "Yes, Brian. Would you like that?" "Sure." "There's one catch Brian. There's a fee for my services." (To his credit, he didn't give me the "Dudley Moore as Arthur" reply "Are you a hooker?!") "Well, how much is the fee." "Depends what you want. Would you like a blowjob?" (A tip for any girls looking to make a little extra cash: cars equal blowjobs. Remember that. Sex is difficult in a car. Don't say you didn't learn anything...) "I'd like a blowjob." "Seventy-five dollars." He pulled out his wallet and thumbed through. I could see the wheels turning. He was thinking, "I can gamble with this or get my dick sucked." Not a tough choice... "Let's go." We left the casino and walked to the parking lot in silence. My thoughts turned to my night; as this trick fit my plan perfectly. I could suck him off, take the cash and then see about finding a bigger fish while knowing the night was at least a partial success. Besides, Brian was with friends. Maybe I could get them involved for a clean "Hoover Sweep" through all of them. That would make the trip worthwhile right there, and he could do the selling. I could just wait for them and powder my nose. We arrived at a blue Honda Accord, not roomy, but not a compact either. Brian was in the process of getting in on the driver's side when I stopped him. "Brian honey, it's far easier for me to suck your cock without having to maneuver around the steering wheel. Why don't you get in on the passenger side? Okay sweetie? And, I need seventy-five dollars." "Oh right, sorry." I put the cash in my purse and got to work. Now, as a whore, your job is easier if you can get the guy's motor running before the actual act ? it makes the climax come faster. "Oh Brian, pull down your pants and let me see your big, hard cock." I cooed. He fumbled with his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor. I looked him in the eye as I moved into the middle of the seat. I put one arm around his neck, and dropped the other into his crotch around his stiffening cock. "Oh baby, you're so hot." I whispered. "I bet you get a lot of girls with this nice piece of meat." He tipped his head back a little and smiled. His cock was hard in my hand. Still with one arm around him, I moved my hand down and gently cupped his balls. "I love a good hard cock. Would you like me to suck you off now Brian?" He just moaned with delight. I slid down his body, licked my lips, and took his cock in my mouth. This was not a teasing type of mission; it was more of the "get in, get out" variety. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and with one hand squeezed his balls, while the other worked at the base of his shaft. I opened my throat and slid his 6" rod all the way in; his pubic hair tickling my lips and nose. He groaned and spread his legs as wide as he could. This was going to be easy. I had great access to his cock and balls and he was all worked up. He sighed as I began to quicken my pace just a bit. I worked the first two inches of his dick with my mouth and kept my hands busy on his stem. The saliva was collecting in my mouth, and as I pulled away from his cock a strand stretched between my mouth and his tip. I slurped it back up and slid all the way down. Coming up for air, I raised my eyes to him. His head was back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "I love this cock." I whispered, and spat onto his tip. Then I wrapped the warm confines of my mouth around him again and got down to finishing business. With a two-handed coordinated attack I pumped and rubbed him with all I had, sliding my mouth up and down on his warm meat. His thighs twitched a little when I lingered at the head of his cock so I concentrated my efforts there. He let out a moan and gripped the door handle in response. I could feel his balls beginning to constrict into his sack and I new the ending was close. I worked his slick, glistening rod in my hands. "Are you going to cum, Sweetie?" "Oh... yesss." he stammered. "Oh baby, shoot your hot seed down my throat. Give me your cum. I want it." I buried my head back into his crotch, swirling my tongue on the underside "v" of his prick. With that, his legs bucked, his back arched, and his balls contracted. I could feel the cum rushing up the length of his stem just before it exploded into my mouth. I was ready for it and was quick to swallow all of it. I grabbed his cock and slowly jerked it with one hand while I kissed his meat and looked up at him shyly like a schoolgirl gone wrong. He gave one last moan in unison with my final hard jerk and I moved away from him. "Are you okay, Sugar?" "Oh, I'm great," he hissed. "Thank you." I slid up next to him. "Brian, honey... do you think your friends would like the same thing?" "I don't know." he replied "I could ask them." "Why don't you. We'll go in together and see." He zipped up and I straightened my dress as we exited the car and walked back towards the casino. Once inside, I told Brian where to find me, and then set up shop at a slot machine so I could get another drink and wash the cum taste out of my mouth. Shortly after my drink came, Brian came back with two friends in tow. One was short and a little stubby, the other tall but lean and easily the best looking of the bunch. Most importantly, they looked clean and scared ? just the way I like them. "Lexi, this is Mark and Bob. They'd like to, er... see you." "Great. Hi boys, which one's first?" I was not about to get into a group thing in a parked car now that things were looking up. It was only 10PM. Plenty of time for me to suck these guys off and try to find a big spender later in the night. Mark, the short one, walked with me outside. He, like Brian, made boring small talk about the weather before I stopped him cold with, "Mark, is your cock hard?" He swallowed once and told me it was getting there. "Get it hard for me. I want you rock hard when we get to the car, do you understand?" He began to rub himself through his pants as he walked. This was all about time management for me, and the closer this guy was to creaming his jeans, the better off I would be. We repeated the process Brian and I went through with the cash and I got down to business. For a little guy, he had a pretty good sized dick, at least 7 inches, with a musky scent that was not too bad. I sucked him nice and easy, keeping a good pace and being consistent with my strokes. He moaned and kept telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me. I smiled at him and kept going. He grabbed my hair and began pushing my face down onto his cock. I took this as a sign he wanted me to deep throat him, so I relaxed my throat, and took his pole down to the base. He flinched and twitched as I worked the shaft with my tongue, his whole penis engulfed by my mouth. I took my lips off of him and began to give him a hand-job while my face was buried into his crotch. I knew I had another dick to service right after and I wanted to save a little strength for that task. I began talking to him the way any good whore should... "Oh, baby I love this cock. It's so big. It tastes so good. Mmmm." I put my mouth back around his tool and buckled up for the finish. In and out I worked him, while I rubbed his balls in a tight circular motion with the palm of my hand. I felt his sac tighten as his cum began to build. I used my other hand firmly on his shaft, and with a groan and a buck, he arched his hips and fired his cum into my waiting mouth. I cleaned him off and told him to get his friend. This had become a nice little 'suck-a-thon' for me, with easy clients and easy money. I sat in the car and waited, not bothering to touch up my make up since I was going to be sucking another cock in a few minutes anyway. I lit a cigarette. Bob showed up a few minutes later. He seemed to know the drill, because he got in the car and without saying a word dropped his pants to his ankles. He was certainly pushier than the other guys, as the only thing he said was: "Suck my cock bitch." Guys like Bob always make me laugh. I've met lots like him. Real pushy... Mr. Big Man... or so they think. Twenty bucks says if I slapped him clear across the face, he'd cower like a baby. Instead, I smiled briefly and got to work. His cock sprang to life in my hands and he leaned his head back to enjoy the ride. Once he was erect, I dutifully moved my head down into his crotch and began swirling my tongue around his stiff meat. He was vocal about my cock-sucking prowess. "That's it baby. Suck my cock. Oh, you're a dirty little cocksucker aren't you?" "Mmmhmm." "Oh I know it. You're a dirty little slut. I bet you suck cocks all day." I began to lick his balls and jerk him off. I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and began to work the tip of his cock. I started slow at first and began to quicken my pace. I thrust my mouth back onto him and went for the kill. He reacted to my renewed efforts with a shudder. His arm seemed to be involuntarily clutching and releasing the door handle. I felt his cum begin to well in his ball sac, the telling tightening of massive sperm production as he arched his hips, thrusting his cum stick deeper into my mouth. He let out a long moan as I brought him to completion, some of his cum missing my mouth and landing squarely on my cheek. I sucked him clean and used my hand to wipe his cum from my face. I made a big show out of eating the remnant. "Oh God that was good." he critiqued. "Thank you." was my only reply. The awkward conversation over, I checked my face in the rearview mirror. I was a little disheveled and needed some work, but I was all right to enter the casino again. I got out of the car, straightening my dress the best I could and walked back into the first bathroom I saw. I needed a "whore's break." A "whore's break" is just what it sounds like. It's a moment to re-fresh, to primp, to re-apply make-up, to straighten stockings, and generally clean up. It's easier if you've been giving blowjobs, providing you don't have cum all over you, to make everything good as new. If you've been fucking, chances are you've got cum in your pussy that needs to be cleaned, your clothes are far more wrinkled, your hair tussled, and your legs a little wobbly. A good fucking can be read all over a girl's face, no question. I went through my ritual, and put myself back together. Lipstick, some blush, a little eyeliner. I fixed my hair. I was looking good again. I needed a drink to wash the cum taste from my mouth, and since I was now $225 richer in just under an hour, I splurged and found a bar just outside one of the gaming rooms. I settled onto a stool, crossed my legs seductively, lit a cigarette, and ordered a vodka martini. I sat on the stool and took stock in what had just happened, letting the cigarette soothe my soul, as I waited for my drink. It's a tricky predicament to be a T-girl escort on the prowl. As I said before, if a gentleman calls me, he knows I'm a woman with a "little extra," but in a public place, the stigma of prostitution can really rankle some people. Pick on the wrong guy and he could throw a nutty ? or worse ? call security. Now, that typically won't happen because men think with their dick and a pretty lady hitting on them ? even if there's cash involved ? is a flattering thing. But, to be a T-girl and a prostitute is a different animal. That's because some ? not all ? guys are homophobic. I may be able to take 10 inches of cock in my boy-twat and suck a cock dry, but to them, a cock means a male and some don't see it any other way. Their loss. The nice thing about Brian and his friends was: they just assumed I was a woman. There was no need to mention my surprise. For the potential whores out there, the thing to remember is: if you need to tell them the truth, then by all means do. It can save you a lot of aggravation by being honest up front. If a guy is horned up, he'll usually take a blowjob, and you may not have to tell them the truth. If there's any chance of sex in the picture, better to come clean than to unleash your surprise at the wrong time. As an escort, there's a definite trade-off. A blowjob is quicker and neater, but it pays less. The guys that really want a T-girl, they'll pay to put it in my pussy, some even want me to put mine in theirs. Hey, whatever floats your boat. Brian and his friends were a good score. They were quick and fairly respectful, and they had already made the trip a success. Now it was time to find a nice big dick to fill my aching pussy. Sucking cock turns me on, and after having three loads dumped into me, I needed some satisfaction of my own. Those were my thoughts as I sipped my drink and planned the next phase of my evening. I looked at my watch. It was 11:15 ? plenty of time to hook a big one (pun intended) for the night. I stubbed out my cigarette, downed my martini, and began my hunt. The stares that I get from men when I walk into a room are addicting. They make everything I have ever gone through worthwhile. Walking into one of the smaller gaming rooms at the casino, I paused to allow some eyes to find me. They did, although no one flashed that "come hither" stare that would have meant potential business. I watched the action at the craps tables for a while, but nothing materialized. I got a lot of looks, but no definitive movement towards the good fucking I wanted to cap off my night. Walking back into the Grand Gaming Salon, I figured it would be best to repeat my slot machine process, get a drink, and see what happened. I slid a few dollar bills into a slot machine and waited for the waitress. She came, I ordered, and a few minutes later had a fresh Cosmo in my hand. I walked around most of the room, flaunting my assets, casually licking my lips and shaking my hair. I found no takers at the Caribbean Stud poker tables, nothing at the blackjack tables, nothing at roulette, and finally found myself back at the craps tables. That's when Eric walked up to me. "Hi," he said. "You're stunning." "Thank you. I'm Lexi." "Eric." "Pleased to meet you Eric." "Likewise. Buy you a drink?" "Sure." We got a table at a swank upscale Italian place just down the main hallway from the gaming room. Eric was in construction, had a good sense of humor, and was looking for a good time. "I'm a working girl." I said. "That's okay, I'll make you work. What's the damage?" I smiled at his joke. "Do you have a room?" I asked. No room meant a car and more oral. I was hoping he had a place. "I do." Relieved that I'd be on my back for part of the night, I pressed on. "What would you like?" "I'd like you." This guy was confident. I like confidence. "Oh, sugar... I'd like you too." I teased. "Good," he said. He paused. "Well... I'd like to start with a little touching, then maybe some kissing. I'd like to have sex if we could, too. What's that cost?" A typical 'suck and fuck'... I can handle that... "$125." I said. "Do I get anything else for that?" Considering the surprise hiding under my dress, his question made me smile. "I'm glad you asked," I began, "because there is something I want you to know before we go to your room. I am a very sensual female. I've got beautiful lingerie on under my dress, and I can fuck in these heels. I've got wonderful, soft breasts that are just aching for you to touch them. I'll love you so tenderly tonight, but I have to tell you. I've got a surprise under my panties. I have a cock. Is that all right with you?" One thing I had learned when it came to spilling the beans on a mission like this; never end your pitch cold with 'I have a cock' ? things can get awful quiet if you do. Say something, anything after dropping that bomb, preferably something that prompts a response from them. My question did that, and moved for an answer. I crossed my legs seductively, showing plenty of thigh as I did and waited for his response. Eric sat for a moment, and seemed to weigh his options. He looked me over for a brief second as well. "Let's go." was all he said. It was also all I needed to hear. We walked towards the elevators and I began to take a closer look at Eric. People ask me all the time how I can have sex with someone I do not find attractive, and the trick is to find something about them, anything, that is nice looking in its own right and concentrate on that. As I walked a few paces behind Eric, I realized finding him attractive would not be a problem. He was tall, about 6 feet, and had the movement of a guy who's played his share of sports. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a navy blue sport-coat, the "executive on holiday" look as I call it. He had brown hair which he gelled back a little, and his face was clean shaven and had a nice light brown hue. Stepping onto the elevator, I noticed his eyes were a deep brown ? the type of eyes that pierce because they almost look black ? very striking. The whole face made for a handsome package. His shoulders were broad. I could tell before I saw him naked ? he was of decent build without being ripped, and had a nice lightly haired body. He looked clean and smelled great. My clit stirred at the thought of having this man inside me. The elevator toned to indicate the desired floor had been achieved, and shook me away from my lustful thoughts in the process. We walked down the hall together, and he took my hand and smiled. When we reached his room, he took out the plastic key card and slid it in with a "click." The room was fairly standard: a bathroom just inside the door, and a closet opposite it, followed by a short hallway which led to the beds and television area. Eric took off his coat. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. I had had plenty and really could have gone either way on another drink. I had to get my mind back on the prize. "Eric, I need one hundred and twenty-five dollars." He stared at me, seemingly sizing me up. Then he made his pitch: "Listen. I'll give you $500 if you spend the night. I've got lots of things I'd like to do with you." This was getting interesting ? I needed to find out more. "Like what?" "You'll do everything I ask." "Absolutely not," was my reply. Safety is a big issue with me. "No, you will. You'll do everything I ask, without question. You will not be hurt in the process. And, I'll give you $1000." This guy was good. He was speaking my language. "$1200 and I'm yours... Master." He liked that, I could tell. "Tell you what." he said "You're going to have to work for your money. Twelve hundred, but I'll give you half now and half later ? take it or leave it." This guy was smooth. Still, that was some serious cash he was dangling. "Okay, deal. $600 now though." He reached into his wallet and took out six one hundred dollar bills, folded them in half, and handed them to me. "Put the money away. Now, turn towards me and take your clothes off. Everything but the heels," he ordered. I reached into my purse, and tucked the money away. Then I turned towards him, licked my lips, and ran my fingers through my hair. I untied the straps on my dress, felt it loosen around my breasts and then it fell to the floor. I looked at Eric for his reaction. There was none. He was still standing a few feet in front of me. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" I asked. His reply was final. "Finish." I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. My breasts bared, I slid both thumbs inside my panties and pulled them down. My clit hung in the air provocatively, neither flaccid nor erect. "Turn around." I did as I was told. I could feel his eyes studying every curve of my body. I looked down briefly at my 4" heels and waited for his next order. "Turn around." I was facing him again. "On your knees." I did as he asked. Eric unzipped his pants, his cock semi-erect. "Open your mouth." I did. He crossed the distance in two steps. "Close your eyes." I shut my eyes and waited for the inevitable feeling of cock between my lips. Instead he blindfolded my eyes. I'm not sure where it even came from. "Leave this on," he said as he adjusted and tightened it. "Do not touch it." I remained naked on my knees, my mouth open waiting for his cock. I felt him slip around me. The "click" happened fast. Before I could move he had handcuffed my arms behind my back. "You will not protest." he ordered. Then I felt it. He slipped his cock into my open mouth. I closed my lips around it. Instantly, he took his dick out of my mouth and slapped me in the face with it. "I did not ask you to suck my cock! You will do what I say." "I'm sorry." I replied. "Open your mouth, and keep it open. Do not move." I opened my mouth wide. The spattered saliva was cooling on my face as I waited for his next move. After what seemed like hours I felt his cock slide back into my mouth. This time I did nothing. He rolled it around in my mouth. I could feel its texture. He moved it all around, going so far as inserting his finger into my mouth so he could manipulate his prick. He touched the roof of my mouth with it and wiggled it around. Eventually he moved into me, his trimmed pubic hair in my face, his balls resting on my chin. His cock began to harden to its full capacity and I could feel it pushing against my gag reflex. I relaxed my throat and his cock slowly worked its way down. He was a full eight inches and it was hard to take it all. My mouth began to water profusely. He must have felt it too, because I was ordered not to swallow. It began to run down the sides of my mouth and drip on the floor. "Now my little slut." he began. "I want you to lap at my cock with your tongue. Just pat it gently as it rests inside your mouth." I began to lightly pat his cock with my tongue, slowly and gently. The movement of my tongue caused part of the saliva pool to rush out of my mouth. As I patted his prick I could feel every vein in him. His meat was thick and hard. This guy was a real man. My own clit stirred. He moved away from me ? slightly ? and began to move his stick around with his thumb and forefinger, testing the limits to my gag reflex as he poked it around the back of my throat. I continued to gently lap at his cock with my tongue. He moved away, and I remained in the same position, my mouth still open. He began rubbing his cock all over my face. Occasionally he'd smack my cheeks with it. I remained motionless and took what he was giving. He ordered me to stand, and when I did I felt him slide in behind me. Then he bent me over, exposing my pussy to him. He probed it with his fingers. He began gently rolling his cock on my ass cheeks as I remained bent over in front of him, my hands on my knees. He slid his cock between my ass cheeks and began tapping his prick on my pussy. Having been up close and personal with his cock, I wanted it inside me, right then, but he had other ideas. Eric pushed me down on the bed and told me to remain there on all fours. He picked up the phone. "Hello, room service? This is room 612. I'd like a bottle of champagne brought up please... three glasses... thank you." He replaced the phone in its cradle. 'Party of three?' I thought. That wasn't part of the deal. "Sugar," I said "we never talked about a party for three." "No, we didn't. Is that a problem? I told you that you will not be hurt through this process. Nothing bad will happen to you. You'll be paid well for your services. I'll make good on all of those promises. But you... you will go along with this and hold up your end of the deal. And we will not discuss this again. You're mine tonight. End of story." This guy had me pretty good. All tied up. Nowhere to go, lots of cash still on the table, and assurances for my own safety. I was really left with no choice. "Okay, baby... I'll play along." There was a knock on the door: room service. Eric chuckled. "I'll be right back." I heard him open the door. "Come on in." he said to the waiter. I heard two sets of footsteps, followed by a short gasp. "Isn't she beautiful?" Eric asked the waiter. "Just look at her. Beautiful." He walked over to me and began caressing my breasts, lightly tweaking my nipples with his fingers. "Do you like her?" he asked. "She's beautiful" "Do you want to fuck her?" There was silence. I could almost here the waiter's wheels turning. 'So much to do, yet what an opportunity.' "I'll take a blowjob." "A blowjob it is then. Lexi open up." As if in a trance, I did as he commanded. My cunt was aching to be filled. This guy had me under a spell. I felt the cock slide into my mouth. "Suck him hard Lexi ? we must get back to our own little games." I took this to mean I could move, so I shimmied to the edge of the bed and sat on it, taking the cock in my mouth for a few short sucks. I began rubbing it with my hand. "What's your name." I asked as I stroked his already erect cock. "John." "Well John, I want you to cum for me, okay. Hard and fast. Don't waste any time now Sugar, okay?" I went to work on him. Both hands massaged his balls and the base of his cock. My mouth began to work furiously on his tip. He had more girth than length, so I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and began furiously working his stick. I squeezed his balls. I think the situation had turned him on the minute he walked into, because I could feel his balls constricting as the cum began to well in him. He moaned and his legs twitched and the sperm began to empty into my mouth. It was a good sized load and I had to really work to get it all down. I sucked him for a moment until his orgasm faded. Then he pulled away and zipped up. "Lexi, tell him you enjoyed sucking his cock." Eric ordered. "John, I enjoyed sucking your cock very much." I parroted. "Well," Eric began "thanks for the champagne John. Have a nice night." "Sure." was the waiter's only reply. I heard him turn and walk towards the door. It opened and closed and then Eric and I were alone. "Very good, Lexi; You take orders well." "Thank you." "Champagne?" he asked. "Just a sip." He popped the cork, poured me some, and placed a glass in my hand. In one gulp, it, and John's leftover sperm, was gone. He took the glass away from me, and I heard him place a few glasses on a table. "Lexi, lay down on your stomach, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue." I did as I was told, and began that blind anticipation of something happening. I didn't have to wait long. He had placed his puckered ass on my tongue. I could feel it. It was clean and hairless. "Lick me." he commanded. I began slowly rotating my tongue around his velvety ass. I had plenty of access ? he was giving it to me ? and I bathed him nicely, inserting my tongue inside him a few times. He moaned in appreciation. Then he began to berate me. "You're such a dirty little slut aren't you? Yes I know you are. Such a dirty little cock-sucking whore. How many dicks have you sucked in your life? Hundreds I'm sure. Such a dirty whore. You'll do anything for money won't you? Anything at all. I bet you'd suck and fuck a whole row of guys if they were going to pay you. You'd swallow all their cum little a good little cum-slut. Lick my ass whore, lick it!" He was in charge, and I wanted my money, so I did what he asked. I quickened my pace, smothering his backside with my mouth. Total abandon. This man taking control of me was turning me on. His taunts stiffened my clit. I wanted him inside me. My thoughts betrayed me. "Eric, fuck me." I mumbled between licks. "What was that?" "I want you to fuck me." "How bad?" "So bad." "Tell me." "I want you to fuck me so bad." He pulled away and was behind me an in instant, ripping the blindfold off in one motion. He had obviously been ready to fuck while I was eating him out, because his cock was already lubed and in seconds he had dabbed some on my pussy and was working the head of his cock into me. I spread myself for him and he plunged inside, sending shockwaves of sheer delight through me. I writhed for a moment, as my pussy was quickly expanding, and that caused him to shudder. He pumped me hard and fast, with a reckless desire that left no choice for me but to hang on and enjoy the ride. It was animal lust. I was being used by this man, an empty hole that he could take. I didn't care. After sucking cock all night, I needed some meat, and I delighted in his filling me. I had fire in my eyes as I swung my head around to look him in the eye. He was working hard; sweat had begun to form, and the muscles in his arms were more pronounced. He was working in and out of me, his whore for the night, and he intended on getting his money's worth. He continued to saw into me, back and forth, like a piston. I relaxed my pussy and let him build the tension on his own. My cunt was juiced, it was open for him, it wouldn't take long, I could feel his cock beginning to swell. All he needed was a little teasing and he'd be over the edge. "Fuck me with your big cock," I began. "Oh, I love it. Fuck my pussy. Oh God." He was quiet, but the spasms that shook his cock were all I needed to feel. He pounded into me as his jizz began to spray inside me. Finally he gasped after the fifth stream of cum blasted into me, leaned into me, and wrapped an arm around my waist. He was motionless, panting. Without word or warning he circled the bed and thrust his cock into my face. I knew what he wanted and I was ready to oblige. This guy wanted a whore and I was not going to let him down. I took his softening penis into my mouth and began to clean him; the remnants of his orgasm still lingering in his loins. I took his entire cock in my mouth and looked up at him, playing the dirty cocksucker role to the hilt. I rolled his balls around in my hand. "Oh, you are a dirty girl." he mumbled. The sharpness had left his tone. He had been drained of his sexual charge ? at least temporarily. I continued to work on him orally for a few more minutes until he asked me to stop. "Get up, slowly." he said "I don't want you to lose a drop of my sperm." I did as he asked, clenching my cunt so as not to lose any. With a flash he was back from the bathroom with a glass. "Let it leak into here." He handed me the glass. I took it, got up on the bed, positioned it under my pussy, and squatted over it. Some of his spunk had been pooling at the entrance to my pussy as I stood waiting for him to return, so when I squatted and opened myself up, a trickle of his jizz came out and began filling the bottom of the glass. I could feel the warm crawl slowly streaming out of me. Eric had gotten down on the bed, presumably to witness my cum-spigot up close. I could not see him, but he was motionless ? apparently transfixed on the sight. A minute of two later he spoke. "You look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you. So beautiful. I love a woman who knows no bounds. Drink it for me." I knew this was coming already. One does not fill a glass if it isn't going to be consumed. I looked at him, thought of my extra cash, licked my lips once, and tipped the glass up. The more watery part of his sperm dripped down into my mouth as the thicker substance began its trail towards my lips. A large clump picked up speed and slithered onto my waiting tongue. I made a big show of rolling it around on the tip, and then salaciously kicked it into my mouth and swallowed. "You look absolutely gorgeous swallowing my sperm," he said with a laugh. He was comfortable now, I could tell. I was too. This man had asked for a lot, expected a lot, but he was a good trick ? a little kinky, but morally sound, and not a bad guy. Sometimes men can be pricks, after all it comes with the territory, but this guy was OK. "I'd like you to massage me now." "I can do that." I replied. "Just my cock and balls." He laid down on the bed, legs spread a little. I moved over to him, slowly slid my hands up his thighs and stopped when I got his balls. His eyes were shut; he was going to relax and enjoy. I let the tips of my fingernails slowly manipulate the hair on balls, using the lightest touch I could muster. He let a moan. It was having the desired effect. I cradled his sac in my hands, cupping it gently, and began to rub the underside of his penis. He was still flaccid, but I could feel the sexual charge begin to re-ignite in him. He could feel it too, as his legs began to move further apart, providing better access to his balls. He didn't ask for it, but I lowered my head to his groin and began to lick his sac, taking the time to linger on each ball. Eric began to writhe as I did this. Still sensitive from his orgasm, this direct pressure seemed to be a little too much for him ? just the way I like it. I began to work his cock into my hands, rubbing his tip and stem. He was a little dry from the fucking, so I spit on his dick for extra lube. This turned him on. "Do that again," he commanded. I spat again. His cock began to harden in my hands. I took him in my mouth ? I can give head for hours. Before long he was hard, his eyes shut in ecstasy. I worked him good and hard, pulling at him firmly and sucking him with a deliberate intense suction aimed at getting him to cum hard and fast. He surrendered to my charms quickly ? no man can hold out for long when I'm determined- and before long he was filling my mouth with thick streams of his gooey cum. I swallowed all of it ? the way a good whore should. I finished the rest of his load and put my head down. It rested between his legs. We laid in silence for a few minutes. Finally he spoke. "Get up." I did. Spread your legs. I did as he commanded, standing on my 4" heels naked in front of him, my nipples erect. He got up from the bed and took the champagne bottle in his hands. He walked over to me and placed it on the floor between my legs. "Fuck it." "Excuse me?" I replied. "Fuck it. Fuck the bottle. I want you to sit on it. Fuck it for me... NOW." I squatted onto the bottle and felt the top touch my rosebud. Eric had stolen one of my cigarettes and settled himself into a chair to watch the show. My cunt had already been loosened by the fucking earlier, so I slid the top of the bottle inside me and slid down on it. I had taken a good six inches. The bulbous top of the bottle sent shockwaves through me. "Now, move up and down on it," he commanded as he exhaled smoke. I began to put on the show. I slid the down some more, taking a full eight inches before I began to withdraw the bottle. I used one hand to hold it steady so I could get good "fuck-leverage" on it and went to work. Up and down I plunged, fucking myself with the champagne bottle as Eric watched in erotic amusement. The lip of the bottle found my "spot" and I began to massage myself with it as my clit sprang to life. I let out a little squeal as the tension began to build. "Oh, that's it baby." Eric said "Give yourself a good fucking. Oh baby." I worked the make-shift cock in and out of my boy- pussy, feeling my spunk building in my clit. I had gotten off dozens of times by stroking my pussy and I could feel it welling. Eric could sense it. "Oh, that's it my good little girl. Cum for me." He grabbed the glass and positioned it over my clit as I continued to fuck myself madly. Finally I could feel my jizz about to erupt. I steadied myself with one hand as my clit exploded into the glass. Four streams into my cum Eric thrust the glass to my lips and my still-warm spunk slid onto my tongue. I hungrily drank it down and collapsed on the floor, my legs shaking from the prolonged squatting. I lay there with my eyes closed, my legs still splayed out. I thrust one high-heeled leg over the side of the bed above me. Once the euphoria died down I opened my eyes to see Eric standing over me pumping his erect cock. I didn't move and didn't seem to want me to. I just smiled up at him. He saw my look and smiled back. His face twitched a little bit and I realized a little late just what was about to happen. His legs twitched as he let go another stream of cum, this time landing it squarely on my face below him. So as not to disappoint him, I spooned his cum into my mouth, and with a lick of my lips got to my knees and kissed his ball-sac, the last shudder of his orgasm escaping. He stood over me for a second and then sat down on the bed. He didn't mince words. "I think I've had enough for one night." "Are you sure?" "Yes, you can go now." Time is money, and, good fuck or not, it was time to go. I got up, washed my face in the bathroom, put my clothes back on, took my extra six hundred and teetered out of the room. I'd cleared just under fifteen hundred bucks. Not a bad night. Five guys (including the room service waiter), seven loads of sperm, and a good fucking for Lexi's pussy added up to a successful venture. I'd won at the casino that night. The "pull" would assure I'd be back again someday.