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*Warning, contains rape theme at the end of the story.* Betting Night By J. Setak I wouldn't say that I had a problem with gambling; it was just my way to get a kick out of life. It was great. Usually, on a Friday evening I would go to the casino with my friends and lose some money on the poker tables or roulette. I loved one of the Casino's that was near me called, "Tyler's Casino", purely out of superstition. I had won the most amount of money that I had ever done at this place and I just generally liked the atmosphere. I knew the guy who ran the place quite well now, Tyler and he was a nice chap. He had often let me have a few free bets if I had gone and complained to him about losing money in his Casino. I'm not stupid, I know that hardly anyone wins anything in a casino apart from the casino itself. People just turn up to pump money in for the thrill of it, winning was just a bonus. It was just an ordinary Friday night, but I was feeling especially excited about tonight's gambling. Two of my friends, Carl and Pete were coming along with me to Tyler's Casino but they hadn't promised to bet much. Oh, my names Sam by the way. I didn't care whether Carl and Pete were going to bet much this evening, I just wanted some company. It was much better if there was someone you knew really well there to enjoy the rush as well as yourself. I sometimes met up with this girl called Tanja at the casino if I got lucky and would buy her a drink. On a couple of occasions now we had returned to my place where we had had casual sex. I say casual, because I didn't really want to get in a relationship with her, but she's cool with that and so am I. I had told Carl and Pete that I would meet them down at the casino, so I got in my car and drove across the city to the location of Tyler's. The city was alive with the buzz of a lively evening, but the traffic wasn't too bad so I pulled into the casino's car park within 10 minutes. I got out and locked the car and entered the casino. I stood for a while and admired the sound of coins being rattled, men shouting and women laughing, the sight of men in waistcoats pushing and pulling back chips on green canvas mats at a table. I would be lying if I said that it wasn't my favourite place on earth; but like I said, I didn't have a problem with gambling. I was on top of it. I walked over to my usual table to play a hand of poker. I ordered a drink that was delivered to my seat rather rapidly and politely. I had a bad hand the first deal and lost a small amount of chips. I managed to make a bit of a mess though and on the third deal I took back all the chips I had just handed to the dealer and then some. I called it quits after about 7 deals when I guessed I had broken even for what I had started with. I looked up as I swigged down the last of my drink and saw Carl and Pete walking towards me. They were dressed quite smartly and were both bearing drinks. I wonder how long they had been here? "Hey, Scott. How's it going there?" asked Pete warmly. "Yeah, good. Just broken even in 7 deals so not too bad thanks. Yourself? When did you get here?" I replied. "Ah, we got here about 10 minutes ago but we thought we would get a drink before we met up with you. Did you see that Yasmin is in the house tonight?" Carl asked. Yasmin was a very strange character and always managed to do extremely well out of betting. She usually bet alone, but always had a couple of bodyguard like men standing at each of her shoulders. She was renowned for her secrecy and shyness. But she always seemed to come out of the casino with much more money than she had come in with. She was Tyler's 'worst' customer. Tyler had been looking for ways that he could get Yasmin barred from ever entering the casino again, but she never faulted. She never put a foot wrong in her gambling. She hadn't even littered in the casino for the 6 months that Tyler had been watching her on the CCTV; he had told me. Some people believed that her fortune came due to magic, that she was some sort of witch who was taking advantage of Tyler for some reason. I scoffed at this idea, I always had. A witch? What must those people be on to believe that? After a slight pause, I answered Carl's question. "No. I didn't know she was here. Where is she at the moment?" I had had a brilliant idea. It wasn't exactly against Tyler's policies for two customers to gamble it out in a hand of poker. I could gain much more prestige if I beat Yasmin and it became public. I loved this place; I wanted to be the best that there was. In some respects I hated Yasmin, she made it look so easy! Yeah, so I got some money out of the casino some nights but nothing to what she got. I could challenge her. It might just work. "She's sitting at poker table 12, playing with a couple of people at the moment. She has been going for a while though; she will probably be finished pretty soon. We were watching her while we bought our drinks." said Pete. I had only ever spoken to Yasmin on two occasions and hadn't really wanted to speak to her again. She's a very blunt old woman, who says what's on her mind. Sometimes it was offensive but I can see her motives. She doesn't care for anyone in the world really, or not that I knew of. I'd do it. I would go and challenge her, a challenge to become king of Tyler's poker. I stood up from my table without replying to Pete. I set my hand face down on the table and gave the dealer some coins as I walked passed him. I walked passed the bar and towards poker table 12. Carl and Pete followed me, looking confused at each other. I had to subtly push past some people, but soon I could see table 12. There was a crowd standing around the green canvas table, which was illuminated by a lamp, which had been pulled down to floodlight the table and the chips sitting in the middle of them. Around the table sat an old woman who had grey straggly hair, which was matted in clumps. She was dressed quite like a gypsy would, but she couldn't be a gypsy; she won too much from the casino. To her sides were two men dressed in black suits and I wouldn't be surprised if they were armed. To Yasmin's left, sat a gentleman in his 40s who was obviously under some sort of influence from alcohol. What I would have bet wasn't his wife, was standing behind his slightly, with her hands draped over his shoulders and he kept joking with the people surrounding him, laughing heartily. Opposite this man sat a quiet man who wore round glasses. I would guess he was about 40 as well and he had a wisp of white hair that curled around his head. He looked down his nose at his cards and made no expression on his face. Often expression from the face is important in gambling and this guy obviously had it down to fine-tuning. Neither of the men playing Yasmin had been in Tyler's before, otherwise they wouldn't have sat down to play with our Yasmin. She sipped her drink as they came to the climax of a hand. The quiet man raised the bet with Yasmin for a while before giving in and Yasmin took the chips, revealing a triplet of 9's and a pair of 10's. The crowd around the table let a warm sigh and light discussion break free before they returned to their silence. Yasmin was finished though; she stood from the table and pushed her chair back toward the table as she stepped out. Her 'body-guards' escorted her to the bar where she placed her glass down on the wooden bar and sat on a chair. The bodyguards still stood up right. I walked over to where Yasmin was sitting, drawing the attention of some people when I did so. They couldn't quite believe that anyone would want to talk to that hag. People hate it when some people win loads and they don't. Which is what many people in the casino felt towards Yasmin. The two bodyguards seemed to extend themselves even more bolt upright from their already tall position as I walked over and pulled a chair up. I wasn't sure how to start talking to her, but she looked at me as she started sipping on her new drink. "Yasmin. I have a preposition for you." I asked, quite nervously actually. There was so much mystery surrounding this woman. "Eh?" said the old Yasmin with a bit of a grunt. "I would like to challenge to you to 5 card poker this evening. I feel that we are both successful gamblers, you probably more so than me, but I welcome a challenge and assure me I consider you a challenge." I said, in utmost respect. Yasmin laughed slightly as she took another sip of her drink. "Why not. I think we should get some privacy if we are going to do this properly." And she told the barman to tell Tyler that Yasmin and Scott wanted to use the executive gambling room and the barman walked off presumably to go and get Tyler. The executive gambling room was hardly ever used. I remember about a year ago, it was used for a very large gambling evening between Tyler and some people he had rustled together to compete with an Italian gang at poker. If they were to do something like that again, I think that I would have been picked for his team. But Tyler hadn't picked me, or even picked Yasmin, out of spite. He had got some other gentlemen from another casino in, which I wasn't sure he was supposed to do but it seems the Italians hadn't found out. Tyler's team had in fact won that evenings betting and exited the executive room to a silent gambling hall to announce that he was victorious. It was the first night that I had met Tanja and we had got pretty drunk. "Privacy?" I replied. "How can we have privacy if you are going to let your cronies here in with you." I gestured at the tall men standing beside Yasmin who stirred uneasily at what I had just said. "Hmm. I noticed you were here with Carl and Pete earlier. Get them to come in with you." How had she known Carl or Pete's names? I was sure she didn't know them; they weren't exactly regulars at Tyler's. Never the less, I got off my stool and walked over to Carl and Pete who were still standing around the table with the drunk man and the quiet gentleman. Another player had joined the table to gamble, Tanja. I caught her eye and we exchanged a slight smile. She was beautiful. I grabbed Carl's arm and gestured for them to follow me over to the bar. Even though there we weren't gambling, there was a crowd assembling around Yasmin when we returned. "What's going on Scott?" Asked Pete. So I told him that I was going to challenge Yasmin to become king of Tyler's Casino. Carl and Pete expressed that they felt this was a bad plan and that I would lose all my money if I bet with Yasmin. I scoffed at them, what did they know? They weren't gamblers like me. I was confident enough that I could give her a run for her money and soon Tyler was standing behind the bar. "Right. If you want to use the executive room, you had better not make a mess of it, understand?" Tyler asked, looking between Yasmin and me. We both agreed by a nod of the head and Tyler gestured for us to follow him round the side of the room to a door which said the words "Executive Gambling" on the front of the frosted glass windowed door. Tyler unlocked the door and we walked into the reasonably large room. The decor in the room was posh and expensive and there was fine green carpet on the floor under my feet. Tyler flicked on some lights and I could now see that there were pictures hanging on all the walls. In the middle of the room was an expensive looking gambling table with the trademarked green canvas over the tabletop. There were some chairs assembled around the table, 6 in fact. The exact number that we needed. We moved over to the table and sat down; me and Yasmin facing each other and then Carl and Pete behind me at each side and Yasmin's body guards doing the same at her end. "Right. How much do you want to bet in the first hand?" I asked. "How about we don't bet money..." said Yasmin, quite strangely. I wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, so I inquired into the matter. "Well, as you may well know I'm quite nifty at the old magic. I would like to make some prepositions for the winner and for the loser that contain magic. I would urge you to stick by the betting." She continued. I laughed to myself; I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I wasn't going to lose any money. Naturally, Yasmin being the better player I had to abide by her standards and rules. "You can't be serious. Magic isn't real." I said, quite confidently with a bit of a snigger. "Oh isn't it? Well we will just see. I say best of 3 hands. 5 card. If you lose, then..." and she thought to herself for a while. "Then I get to change your gender from what it is currently, using magic." She smiled at herself. I laughed, what was she on? "And If I win?" I said, half joking with her. "If you win..." she paused again and I could see her looking around in her mind. "If you win, then you get to determine your future. You can walk out of this room and be married to that Tanja girl that you like and no one will know anything different." he smiled again, her slightly evil smile. I thought that this was going to be a serious nights gambling, but it was turning disappointing. Yasmin wasn't taking it seriously, I thought. "Do you agree with these terms Scott?" She asked. "Yeah. Yeah whatever." I said, still confident. Tyler, who I had almost forgotten was in the room, started the deal. My cards weren't that bad. In fact I could make a win out of this. The betting didn't rise as we were playing by Yasmin's rules, but my hand started to grow to a decent one. At the end of the round, we turned up and I had won by a margin. I had a higher pair than she did which meant I had won. I smiled at myself and heard Carl and Pete laugh behind me. I was playing it cool. The second deal came my way. The cards weren't good. Nothing matched and I couldn't see anyway of patching things here. I managed to make a measly pair of 3's and when we turned up, Yasmin had easily won that round. I was starting to feel the pressure. These rounds had taken only about 10 minutes, but there was still time to make up. I could win on the last round, if I played well. I picked up my 3rd set of cards and tried hard not to smile. My cards were amazing. In my mind I questioned the dealer; would Tyler cheat and deal me a good hand to get back at Yasmin? I don't think he would, he's an honest man, but it definitely crossed my mind. I exchanged a few cards, but my hand hardly improved. It didn't matter, it was still strong. I was feeling confident, I could feel the buzz of butterflies in my stomach. I loved the game; the thrill of it. A bead of sweat gathered on my forehead as it came to turn up. I revealed my good hand for the third time on the table. There was an extremely uncomfortable silence and pause in the room and the only sound came from the fan light above us. The sound from the other room was shut off. Even if I did lose, I hadn't seriously considered Yasmin's proposals as being truthful. It wasn't possible, so what was the problem? Why did I feel so anxious? The fan span for an eternity. I was about to ask Yasmin to turn her cards up, when she did. On the table lay a full house, she had beaten me 2 to 1. I sat back in my seat, mildly disappointed. Yasmin's bodyguards smiled showing their teeth. "Nice one," I said and shook Yasmin's hand across the table. I got up out of my seat, but was interrupted by Yasmin. "Erm, Scott? I'm afraid you lost. Remember my terms?" "What?" I was doubting what I was hearing. I thought she was joking. I still partly did. She stood from her chair now and walked over to me and led me up from my chair. Carl and Pete just sat there, as did Yasmin's bodyguards. She held my arm, quite tight for someone of her age and she lead me to another door at the other side of the room, which I hadn't noticed, was there when I entered. She opened it with her bony hand and pushed me inside. It was a room quite similar to the one we had just left, although there was no furniture in it, just a pole in the middle of the room extending from the ceiling to the carpeted floor. She closed the door behind her with a click. Silence. She pushed me into the middle of the room near the pole. "So. Ready?" She asked. I was so confused now, who was she fooling? Magic? Change me into a girl? This didn't make sense. "Ready? Are you out of your mind? You can't do magic lady." I said, quite slowly so she could understand me. She laughed and tied me to the pole in the middle of the room. I stood with my hands behind my back and my feet bound to the metal pole. She walked in front of me and sat cross-legged in the middle of the room facing me. She placed her head quite low in her lap and started to mutter things under her breath. I laughed; she was going into some sort of trance. Did Yasmin seriously believe that she could turn me into a woman? I laughed, nervously now. She was starting to freak me out. She continued her trance, muttering her foreign words. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power in the pole. It had begun to vibrate lightly and I could feel it against my hands. It soon made my hands vibrate; I could feel the energy in them. It spread up my arms and across my body within an instance. I was vibrating lightly; it felt as though a light electric current was running through me. Yasmin continued to mutter things under her breath. The vibrating increased ever so slightly before staying at the same amplitude. Then the feeling of pain increased. At first in my bound hands and feet, but then spreading from those areas all across my body. It soon became immense pain. I closed my eyes in pain and started wincing. The pain increased and it was now seriously painful all over. I couldn't move and it wasn't just the rope around my limbs. It might sound strange, but I could feel the bones in my body clicking around. I could feel their infrastructure contorting in places and widening in others; it was most painful. Then the bones stopped and the insides themselves started swirling around. I could hear it even above the vibrating hum. They moved themselves ever so slightly, but I could feel it all as if it was magnified thousands of times. Then the pain climaxed, to the peak of its sheer agony. I cried out loudly, hopeful someone might hear me and come and help me from this mad woman. I felt some hair against my shoulders and then my clothes rustled and mover around and I felt something strange on my chest then the buzzing seemed to slow down and then stop. The pole resting peacefully. I lulled forwards; I wanted to be sick and to feint right there and then. All my weight was being supported by my hands and feet tied. I opened my eyes slowly and looked forwards. I was still leaning forward and I could see dark, long hair falling in front of my face. It was reflecting the fan light above us it was so shiny. I pulled my weight back up with my hands and the hair fell to the side of my face. I stood there for a while, breathing deeply. My whole body was off balance and I could have sworn I was shorter. I didn't want to believe what Yasmin had done to me. I looked down at her sitting on the floor and she was motionless with her head still lulled in front of her between her legs. I looked around the room, it seemed normal enough. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing female clothes. They weren't eccentric clothes, a fashionable top that had flowing bits for the sleeves. It clung to my new body quite tightly. I saw two female breasts, enclosed in the clothing, but they were definitely there when they hadn't been before. I swallowed, trying not to cry. I was wearing a skirt that came down to just above my knees. I saw that my legs were now hairless and rather longer than they had been before. I tried to get a glimpse at my arms, but as I did so, I pulled my hands free of the rope. I guess it must have been because my wrists were now thinner than they had been before. I untied my feet and stepped out of the ropes. I was wearing shoes with a slight heal and even though I had never walked in heels before, it seemed to be second nature for me now. I walked around the room slowly, trying to ignore the thing that had just happened. But I couldn't. I had to look down at my body many times to re-confirm it. I pressed my hand lightly against the front of my skirt and there was definitely no bulge there when there had been before. It felt so... flat. It was weird. I walked around and I realised that one of the pictures was actually a mirror. I walked over to it quickly and stood in front of it. I caught a reflection starting back at me even though it was rather dark. It was the image of a woman. She had flowing silky black hair and her face was quite recognisable. I thought about it, then I could definitely pick out my face in the woman's. It was just more... feminine. The cheeks were quite high now and the nose smaller and cute. I also bore some make up on my eyelids but I could definitely see my face in there somewhere. It was quite reassuring. I was wearing a red top, which was quite smart and slightly eccentric in a fashionable way. I looked at my breasts in the reflection of the mirror and could see that they were a decent size. I could feel their weight even without touching them, tugging down at my chest. Quite annoying really. But a good size. "Magic isn't real eh?" Said a voice behind me that made me jump what felt two foot in the air. I caught my breath and felt my breasts jiggle on my chest. "What have you done?" I said quietly and slowly. The voice that emitted from my mouth was not that of my own. It was a feminine high-pitched voice that sounded soothing and calm. Even though this is true, maybe I could detect a slight characteristic of my old male voice. But maybe I was imagining it. "I would have thought that was quite clear. You need rest I'm afraid and so do I." Yasmin walked over to me. Was she a bit taller? No, I was a bit smaller. The height difference was quite something to get my head around. Everything looked as though it had grown and I don't think my brain could handle the fact that I had shrunk. She took my arm, which now showed bare skin and led me to the door. I felt bemused, still in shock. Her touch against my skin was so sensitive, I could feel it. My skin felt so smooth, like white snow lying perfectly level on a winter's day. Yasmin opened the door to the executive gambling room and passed through. I wasn't expecting to see anyone in there, so I got a shock when I saw Carl, Pete, Tyler and Yasmin's two body guards sitting around a table. Carl and one of the bodyguards were playing cards while the others were talking quietly. They looked up almost at the same time as I entered the room and stared at me. The staring didn't stop. I felt so awkward. I was still the same person at the end of the day, but they still stared. I heard the fan above the table again; it sounded deafening. I stopped looking at them and just looked at the ground. I was so embarrassed. Still no one talked, but Yasmin led me across the room and toward the main hall. "I can't go in there!" I said, in my new voice. "Everyone will see me like this!" I exclaimed and grabbed my breasts with my hands as I said this. I could feel them in my hands as well as on my chest. It was most strange. I held them slightly longer than I probably should have done in the situation, but Yasmin replied to my remarks. "No one will know it was you. Trust me." And she opened the door just like that. People turned around and saw Yasmin and Sophie walking out of the exec. room. No one knew it was me. I presumed that they hadn't realised that 'Sophie', as I suddenly sensed was my name, looked remarkably like 'Scott'. We walked over to the exit door and out into the late night air. It was quite cold and I could feel goosebumps on my uncovered body. I felt my nipples become erect in the wind; they were so much more sensitive now I was a woman. "Go home and get some rest." said Yasmin. "I will be in touch with you in the morning." And with that she walked over to her car and got in. I watched as she backed out of the car park and drove off down the quiet street. I stood there in the midnight breeze, freezing. I looked in my pocket and amazingly, my car keys where there. I went down the entrance steps and over to my car. I unlocked it and got in. I sat for a while, just looking at my body and feeling it over. It actually felt quite good. It wasn't as if I had died or anything, just changed gender magically. I sighed and turned the keys. There was a knocking at my window, it was Carl and Pete. I wound down the window. "Yes?" I said, a bit more enticingly that I would have wanted. "Erm, Scott can we get a lift back? Pete's work mate gave us a lift here and we can't get home otherwise." I thought about it and I didn't see why not. "No problem. Get in and call me Sophie to avoid confusion in the future." I said. I was fitting in to this role a bit too comfortably I thought. We drove to Carls house which took us about 5 minutes and I stopped the car. Carl leant over towards me in the driving seat and started undoing my skirt. I couldn't believe what he was doing and I hit his hand and looked at him in shock. Pete leant over from the back and wrestled my hands and pinned them against the seat. Carl undid my skirt and I started screaming, but Pete held his hand over my mouth. Carl soon had the skirt off and he slid across to the driver's seat where I was sitting. He propped me up and undid his trousers. His erect dick moved towards my new equipment, which I hadn't even had time to explore myself. I felt him penetrate me and it was nothing like I had ever felt before. I screamed out, I wanted it to stop, but he entered me with power. He held me against him and I can't deny it didn't feel good, but I didn't want it. He fucked me harder for about 3 minutes before withdrawing. He held me against the seat and swapped places with Pete. I was so weak in this body, I couldn't do anything. Pete undid his trousers and it seemed he was larger than Carl. He pushed himself into me hard and I screamed again. I was soon very painful down there and Pete withdrew and did his trousers up. The two men got out of the car without saying a word and went up to Carl's front door. I cried as I watched them open the door and go inside and close it behind them. I did up my skirt, catching glimpses of a dirty woman's slit. I drove home and cried myself to sleep. When I turned on the TV in the morning, there was an item on the news that caught my attention. An old woman had had a car crash late last night and had been killed on scene. She was said to have been held up by some youths at a traffic light and had been shot in the process and left to bleed in the street. The car had been stolen and it seemed that the woman had no relatives. But the camera showed the scene of the accident and lying in the road in the screen was Yasmin... She had said she would call me in the morning! But now she was dead and I was stuck like this. I couldn't believe my luck and cried harder into my hands. The doorbell rang, so I got up, sniffing and went over to the door. I swung it open and standing there was Carl and Pete... Okay maybe I did have a gambling problem.

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Recap Two weeks ago, on Saturday morning, my friend Carly and I set into motion our bet on whether or not I could bed her little sister, Haley. I had caught Haley spying on us having sex a few weeks earlier which led to some debate between Carly and I. Carly thought Haley was a nosey little pest, as usual, and was going to use this as blackmail against her. Haley had been watching us for at least twenty minutes, I instantly saw her as a horny freshman who was totally turned on watching...

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Betting on the wife

I was hanging out at one of my favorite watering holes one night, talking with other patrons. One of them was a butch female that had managed to talk a few straight women into sexual relationships with her. Her name is Patti We were talking for a while as I had known her for years. When she asked me how are you and your wife doing. I jokingly said why you looking to bed her. Her eyes lit up when I said that. No, but if I wanted to I could. I laughed, I bet you a hundred bucks you couldn’t get...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 18 Tightest and Strongest of Vaginas

They waited as long as they could. It might’ve only been ten minutes, twenty max, but in that sweat-box, it had felt like an eternity. Riley had told them to wait for her but both girls felt like they were running out of body water. Katie’s abs, which had already been tight and contoured had started to take on an even more dry and ripped appearance and Lexi felt like she was being dry-roasted on a skewer. Both of their bodies were glistening and flushed and worse of all, they’d run out of...

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Betting on Haley Part 1

Skipping Class Two and a half weeks ago my friend Carly and I decided to skip a couple of afternoon classes and go get fries at the local café. I had recently been dumped by my longtime girlfriend and Carly thought I needed cheering up. Of course Carly, being the captain of our school cheerleader squad, was the perfect person to do that. By the end of that afternoon she found the perfect way to accomplish her goal, we ended up at her house getting naked. Needless to say, I...

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Betting 101

I was at work the week and I made a bet with a female co-worker on the Nebraska v. Virginia Tech game, I wagered that Nebraska would win. She asked me what I wanted to bet, I told her that she could decide. I’ll tell you at lunch what the bet is going to be. We met at lunch and she told me that since we are friends with benefits, that if you win we can fuck in whatever position you want. I immediately said “BET”. Don’t you want to hear what I will win? Whatever, I’m not going to worry...

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Betting the BrideChapter 4 Epilogue

Strike Three? Back to the present ... Western Australia, the ball game, and Susan's lofty perch. Susan's futile attention to the ball game outside her window was quickly waning. Even though the amount of times Colin glanced up and the strained look on his face was a bit discerning, she couldn't concentrate on him. Even her lascivious thoughts of what had happened in the past, the flash back to those first few weeks of their marriage, suddenly gave way to the present. All thoughts, all...

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Betting on my wife

My wife Jen and I have been married for 5 years. Jen is a very beautiful 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs 130 pounds. She has auburn hair and blue eyes and the greatest tits and ass I could ever ask for. My story starts 5 months ago when we moved into our new house.On moving day we met our new neighbors John and Cathy. Cathy is a sexy blond and John is tall and athletic and has dark brown hair. John and Cathy came over as soon as we arrived at the house to see if they could help us in any way....

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 12 Meatloaf Dildos and Learning to Love The Bomb

“So what did you and Riley talk about last night?” I asked. “Actually, don’t tell me. I can guess this.” Lexi knelt at my feet wearing nothing but a wife-beater, the bottom of which had been pulled up so I could see her tits while she blew me. Her pajama pants were around here somewhere. I hadn’t looked where I’d tossed them after pulling them off. “You were sharing meatloaf recipes, huh? Comparing bra sizes? Pillow-fighting?” Lexi grinned, exhaling through her nose as she took my dick down...

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I m 29 yrs, i m 6 feet tall, i m fair and handsome, 32?waist, 72 kg…athletic shaped body stature and 6? tool and thick…. Possess decent personality traits. I believe in making good friends. And loves to explore new horizons of life… As far as my fantasies r concerned. I love to spend time with like minded people. How loves to get in to a sweet relationship which must me secure and discreet. I would welcome the opportunity to meet BM and like minded cpls and females for casual or one off scenes...

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Betting People Trick or Treat

Chapter 1: The Party I had just arrived at the apartment of Veranda Cain. Veranda is the best friend of my girlfriend Bernadette Silva. That night, Veranda was hosting a Halloween Party and everyone was supposed to show up in costume. Bernadette had forgotten to tell me about it and by the time she did, all the party supply stores were sold out. I was forced to improvise so I'd worn a white short sleeve shirt and slacks. The moment I walked in the door Veranda said to me, "Trick or Treat...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 7 Party Planning

So who’s Katie? I didn’t know what to say. Despite having spent the morning pretending to fuck my make-believe sister, I was still unsure whether or not I wanted to admit to fantasizing about my real one. Nobody in present company seemed to mind so much, and Riley had even admitted to finding her mom sexy, but I cared very much about what Derek or Drew would say, and didn’t want them to think I was somehow demented. Because, let’s face it, fucking your sister is like the worst thing you can...

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SportsBetting

Sports Betting has been a popular pastime ever since the invention of sports. The cavemen bet shiny pebbles their dudes would win at rock-chucking, and I used to gamble my lunch money on the outcome of afterschool dodgeball games. These days, thanks to the magic of the Internet, it’s easier than ever to risk some money for a chance at big-time rewards. I know I usually spend my time here convincing you to check out all my favorite masturbatory hangouts, but even ThePornDude likes to keep some...

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Betting the wife Part II

Right then footsteps could be heard on the stairs and I saw some dozen rough looking guys , probably interstate truckers with tattooed muscular arms troop in , all were holding yellow stubs which I later realised were something like entry tickets for the show, I could hear the bar tender call out over me “ one mugs on the house men , show ur stubs and collect them”. I could hear their cat calls and whistles as they leaned over Dave and Ed , trying to get a look at my naked wife lying on the...

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Betting the wife Part II

Introduction: The show gets going in real earnest with the wife being the test subject for exploring the frontiers of erotic depravity Part 2 Right then footsteps could be heard on the stairs and I saw some dozen rough looking guys , probably interstate truckers with tattooed muscular arms troop in , all were holding yellow stubs which I later realised were something like entry tickets for the show, I could hear the bar tender call out over me one mugs on the house men , show ur stubs and...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 3 What Women Want

The restaurant was only minutes away so there was a minimum of awkward silence before we arrived. Derek was his usual charming self as he requested a table for two, but once the waiter left to get our drinks, he pulled a small key ring out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table. I recognized it immediately because it was mine. “Found this in the upstairs hallway,” he said. It must have slipped from my pocket while I was crawling around. “What did you see?” I tried to read his face but...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 9 The Cock Itself

It was almost too much to bear. Losing my father had been hard enough and the only solace I had was in remembering him. In the past several weeks I had reflected back on all the good times we had together and the memories calmed and comforted me. Now all that was tainted. I couldn’t remember our double date dinner anymore without seeing the way my father kept looking at Lexi and smiling. I couldn’t think about my last birthday without remembering how he and Lexi had disappeared for an half...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 20 All Bets Are Off

Greymonte was quiet. A pleasant breeze blew across the well-manicured lawns, causing a light rustling noise through the trees. Squirrels hopped merrily about, dreaming about busting a nut, while blue-birds and and robins chased each other through the branches. Aside from the small furry forest-creatures, there wasn’t a sound nor disturbance, and the complex looked as tranquil as a cemetery. Except for those damn ninjas. Derek regretted using them almost instantly. He’d chosen Juice and Drew...

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Betting On My FamilyEpilogue Because My Editor Demanded It

Dear Diary, I’ve finally seen it all. I realize that I’ve been saying that a lot lately, but I think that this series of events takes the cake. I’d thought that sleeping with my own step-son would be the most shocking thing that I’d ever take part in, but the most shocking part of it was how much I enjoyed myself. I could never tell it to his face and retain any sort of parental authority, but I have to admit that Ben fucks like a damn stallion, and in a perfect world free of taboos, guilt,...

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Betting the Wife Conclusion

Dave didn’t show any intention to disappoint the beer guzzling tattoo sporting pumped up crowd. Many were staring at my wife with flared nostrils and sweat droplets on the brow , they took swigs from their beer mugs with eyes fixed at my wife sitting hunched on the floor , with one arm absentmindedly fixed over their bulging crotches. Dave was making his mind go fast , I could sense .by the way he licked his tongue and chewed his lower lip. A collective catcall went up the crowd as I saw...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 2 A Room With a View

The next two weeks were spent unpacking and getting accustomed to the place. The new house was a large one, but we were also trying to squeeze two households into one. Because of their devotion to fitness, dad and Babs decided to turn one ground-floor bedroom into a training room where dad and I set up our free weights and the girls stored their mats, and steps, and resistance bands, and ankle weights, and all of the other weird shit they apparently required to get not as fit as me. They...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 4 Lights Camera Action

I scrambled to throw on something presentable, and ended up coming downstairs in a nice polo shirt that went well with my new straight-leg jeans and Doc Martens. I checked my appearance in a rush and thought I looked good, but still very fifteen. My parents were watching TV as I made my way to the door, but I pre-empted their questions by saying I was going to Drew's house. My dad had always been lenient with my freedom as long as I didn't screw up, so he simply said "Have fun" before...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 5 Bens Big Day

I stayed quiet for most of the ride home. I had plenty of questions to ask but I wasn't sure if I should be too candid with Riley. She was obviously loyal to Dana, and after effectively being conscripted into prostitution and having my life and family threatened, I was a little pissed off at Dana. I wasn't sure how friendly I felt toward Riley. Sure, I had fucked her mouth, twice, but a conversation required a level of intimacy that I was unwilling to grant. I saved my questions for a time...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 6 It Places the Lotion in the Basket

My father was gone. He had left work like he said, but when he arrived home, he and Katie decided that the movie would be lame without me, and planned to go shopping instead. When they left the house, they turned left toward the mall instead of right to the theater, and on that road, they crossed paths with an overworked security guard on his way home after a double. He fell asleep, ran a red, and T-boned my dad going 40 mph. Katie broke her femur, bruised her pelvis, and was knocked...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 8 A Turning of Tables

I woke up the next morning feeling very confused. Initially, I was jubilant, hazily recollecting Katie’s handjob abilities, but when I hazarded a look in her direction, she wasn’t there. Curious. It wasn’t entirely unusual, though; Katie was an early riser. I stretched my back and pulled away the sheet, only to realize that I was once again wearing boxers. Huh. Curious and curiouser. I hadn’t remembered putting them back on after Katie caressed me down but I supposed that people did strange...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 11 Vigorous Negotiations

I needed to confront Lexi. I’d thought that blackmailing her would be easier. It always seemed so straightforward on TV. You made demands, and then the guilty parties did those things. It was simple. So how on Earth was it that I made very simple demands, and ended up getting my head split open? I’d only asked her to clean the pool and hit on some kid. Was that really too much for her to handle? I climbed the stairs, my anger returning with each step, but the rage I’d felt hours ago had now...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 13 Double Dates

Nine hundred dollars... If you ever wondered how much it costs to fix a patio door with a body-sized hole in it, there’s your number, excluding tax and installation. I’d been a rich man only two days ago, but after paying for that goddamn door, and the much more reasonably-priced bump & grind from Lexi, I only had a few hundred bucks left, and I’d hoped to help Syl out with her books. I ended up giving her the rest, keeping enough to serenade Katie and the adorable Asians down the street...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 15 Indecent Proposal

Once again, It was yoga time at the Fairchild household. Once again, the Franklin women were bent over in downward dog, eyes upturned to the TV. Once again, those Franklin asses, pretty heart-shaped butts all, were thrust to the heavens, their Franklin jubblies residing behind tight Lycra sports bras. And once again, they looked super hot doing it all. Their form was impeccable, their motions precise, and their buns were hardened from hours of repetition and practice. An hour of power yoga...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 16 Bad Ass Motherfucker

Babs was doing squats. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times... Tight yellow-on-black spandex clung to her buns as she lowered her frame to the floor with impeccable form, that gorgeous ass winking to the mat before flexing and inflating to drive her body back skyward. Her shorts seemed unreasonably tiny this evening, not even reaching her hip line. When combined with the much tinier top that it matched, I was confronted with what seemed like two solid feet of uninterrupted,...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 17 Throbbing Pink Jesus

At first, Sylvia had been almost intimidated by it. She knew that there was such a thing as “too big” and Drew’s cervix pounder of a penis fit cosily into that category. When she wrapped her palms around the base, her fingertips wouldn’t even touch and she could fit both hands around it lengthwise and still have another inch at the end to suck. It was the biggest beef missile she’d ever seen on a white man. It was too fucking big. But if cam shows taught her nothing else, it taught her that...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 19 Waffles and Ninjas

Riley liked to trail her fingers against the pale green tiles lining the hallway walls whenever they visited Dad, but Mom had always told her to stop when she noticed. She was too young to realize that those walls were probably filthy and crawling with germs, and that the germs in a public facility like this could be dangerous. All she knew is that mom was always there and was always telling her “No,” “Stop that,” or “Don’t.” She didn’t get to see Dad as much, but whenever she did, he always...

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Betting On My FamilyChapter 21 Leaving Neverland

Getting dressed was harder than I expected, mostly because I was harder than expected. I’d never wondered before why so many young girls wore black tights for three solid months every winter, I’d just enjoyed it. But after squeezing into my smashing pair of forest-green leggings, I knew why. It was, by far, the most comfortable thing I’d ever put on. Sure, I’d needed to use an available pair of scissors to cut out a nice oval through which my unit could dangle, but aside from that, they were...

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Betting the BrideChapter 3 Fulfillment

After leaving Keith's office, Susan spent the afternoon piddling away the day with Debbie. If Deb was embarrassed about watching Keith and her that morning it certainly didn't show. Sue highly suspected and desperately hoped that Debbie didn't know she had seen her. What she knew for absolute certain was Debbie liked to watch. Of course Susan had no idea that she had already been the center of Debbie's attention the evening before when she had unwittingly played the starring role in the...

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Death Knights

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Hi! Let me introduce myself. My name is Rory and I’m eighteen. My brother is Derek and he’s seventeen. Actually, I’m almost two years older because he just turned seventeen a couple of months ago, and I’ll be nineteen in less than two months. I was nine and Derek eight when our father was killed in a car crash. They said he was drunk, and I can believe it. He was drunk a lot of times. He didn’t have any insurance, and we’d never had much money anyway, so we were in kind of a tight place. In...

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GNight PixieChapter Six GNight

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GNight Pixie the Original Story ConceptChapter 6 GNight

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He Suggested a Nightcap

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Late For DinnerChapter 49 Rays Secret Nightstick

"Wow, these are just so, ouch, neat!" Christi snapped the shiny plastic clip onto her nipple. It changed colour quickly from dark blue to a bright green as it bit into the blue-eyed brunette's soft pink flesh. "Kathy, you've got to try these!" "What are they?" Kathy answered distractedly as she admired the big black strap-on in the full length mirror. "They're called Mood Clamps. They change colour depending on how turned on you are." She put her arms around Kathy waist and began...

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Nightcap

KEVIN Andrea’s spending the night with my sister. Most girls their age hardly have nipples, but Andrea’s are totally obvious when she’s adjusting her goofy nightcap, a Night-Before-Christmas type, except it’s not Christmas. Katie’s breasts, I know all about from wrestling around. When the three of us play Monopoly, the two complain I own too many hotels, so I make them loans to keep the game going. Banker Andrea in her nightgown has to lean forward to make change while Katie pretends to sort...

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Audition for a Knight

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A Night With Knight

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Girlie Knight

I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority’s instructions, and frequently called people names which they would not otherwise deserve. Fortunately, those same people had been understanding as Paul learned to keep his...

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Heart of a Knight

Jonathan grunted as he pulled himself up onto the stone ledge, his light armour rattling as he steadied himself and looked into the mouth of the cave. Here it was, he thought to himself. The dragon's cave. About six months ago, the young man had turned eighteen. Ever since he was a young boy, he wanted to be a knight. He had grown up idolising them, those armoured heroes who would fight for the king, protect the innocent, strike down villains. Everything that a knight was, everything...

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