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Subject: Young Gymnasts story (MMMMMM+/f chalk cum-swallowing slot machines etc)
From: "C. Clinton" <firstKid@whitehouse.gov>
Date: 1997/01/19
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Here's the "last" story of the set, so far as I have. See previous
message along this subject line for the full intro and description.
Thanks!
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Note: This is work of PURE FICTION. Nothing in this story is based on any
known facts, nor is it intended to imply that the events described in this
story are in any way indicative of the conduct of the sport of gymnastics.
Names selected are randomly chosen without reference to any known gymnasts
in the sport today. THIS STORY IS TO BE ENJOYED ONLY BY ADULTS OVER THE AGE
OF EIGHTEEN. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER EIGHTEEN, NOR WISH TO READ STORIES OF
THIS TYPE, DELETE THE FILE IMMEDIATELY! This story may be freely shared as
long as the above disclaimer is unaltered in any way, and accompanies the
story as a header.
BACKGROUND. The Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club is a special club. Its members
are young girls who are not good enough and do not exhibit the potential to
become world class champion gymnasts. However, the Club does have a solid
reputation for its graduates becoming starlets, high paid models, entering
the glamor industries, or marrying into wealth. Families bring their young
daughters here because of this reputation, although they are not permitted
to attend all the gymnastics meets, only selected ones. The Club is run by
the senior partner, Kay Maddox and coached by MIke Ward. Kay is 32, tall at
5' 10" and is quite beautiful. But she is also a business shark. She has
built the club by catering to wealthy benefactors who provide quite a bit
of money to the club in return for 'special services' by the gymnasts. Kay
has establish the Special Team, a sub-group of the young teenage gymnasts
who have been trained to provide these services. Kay sets up special
gymnastics meets and benefactor parties which are used as benefactor orgies
with the young Special Team members as willing, trained sex slaves.
The girls on the Special Team are brought onto the team through sexual
awakening training of new prospective members by Mike, the Head Coach. At
6' 2" tall, Mike is a 35 year old former gymnast who was denied entrance to
the best clubs because of his propensity for younger girls. After trying
unsucessfully for several years to build his own club, he met Kay while she
was coaching another team. After talking over dinner one night, and leading
to a long, sexual private weekend, they concocted the Cal Verrona Club
concept. Mike would select and provide the training and physical
development of the girls while maintaining a legitimacy of the club by
participating in general open meets, mostly to satisfy the parents, and Kay
would establish the Specal Team, their activities, and coordinate and
manage the closed group of special benefactors. Between the two they had
built the Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club into a very profitable organization.
The benefactors come from all over the world. They are businessmen,
inheiritors of wealth, movie and video makers, athletes, politicians,
diplomats, CEOs, lawyers, and other professions, and comprise all walks of
life. Both women and men are members of the group. Their principal
interest lies in the sexual exploitation of young girls. But to enter this
august group of benefactors, they realize that they must follow the rules
laid down by Kay or risk full exposure to the world, as well as physical
retribution. Kay has resources which delve deep into each benefactor's
private lives and business condcut. She has had to apply these resources
twice - once to a French diplomat, who now resides in a full care
paraplegic medical facility in France, totally unable to speak or otherwise
communicate; and to an Arab sub-prince, who was subsequently beheaded by
his family. The members of the benefactor group have no misconceptions of
what would happen if they did not 'toe the line'. They also realize that
Kay is absolutely honest in her dealings with them - if any want out, they
can get it at any time, but their records are stored for the Club's
protection. Kay has not had to use these records yet. New benefactors are
thoroughly investigated by Kay's resources prior to entry - and her
resources reach deep. To a person, each new benefactors has been astonished
at what kay has uncovered when their final interview occurs.
The girls of the Special Team range in age from sixteen to eighteen.
They have been sworn to secrecy amongst themselves concerning all
activities of the Club. They only talk amongst themselves of the rigors of
their lives, their sexual experiences, and the Special Meets and the
parties they attend. They are sexually active, having been trained by Mike
in all aspects of providing submissive sex for the benefactors. They also
fully understand the benefits of their participation on the Special Team -
wealth, fame, fortune, and success in their later lives. In Mike's office
is a Hall of Fame wall containing photographs of the Club's 'graduates',
and all members of the Special Team will do anthing to get their picture on
that wall. The girls also fully understand the ramifications if they try to
expose the Club. No other girl will support them, fully deny any of the
activities, and shun that girl. They also realize that Kay's resources will
follow them into later life, and they will live in absolute misery for the
rest of their lives. Prior to acceptance on the Special Team, each girl is
shown pictures and videos of what happens to those who try to expose the
Club. There are only three girls who have tried, but that is enough. One
was killed in a fiery auto accident; a second was mauled by the big cats at
the San Diego zoo; and the third was kidnapped off the street and is now a
slave to the Bahrainain emirates.
The successful 'graduates' frequently return to the Club to help out
with the special events, the girls' training, and, remembering their own
experiences on the Special Team, to take part in the activities with the
Special Team. Because their own sexual awakening happened here and they had
experienced more sexually in the Club than they can currently get in their
private lives, they use these visits to satisfy their own sexual desires.
By returning, they also provide the current Special Team members solid
evidence of the benefits of the Special Team. The young girls of the
Special team eagerly look forward to these visits by the 'graduates'.
See GYMNSTS1 for the FIRST DAY.
See GYMNSTS2 for the INTRODUCTION.
See GYMNSTS3 for the DISCOVERY.
See GYMNSTS4 for the INITIATION.
See GYMNSTS5 for the FIRST PARTY.
See GYMNSTS6 for the CONTINUED TRAINING.
See GYMNSTS7 for the MOUNTAIN RETREAT.
See GYMNSTS8 for the SPECIAL MEET.
See GYMNSTS9 for the CASINO NIGHT.
IX. CASINO NIGHT.
The team goes to a weekend meet held in a large resort in Nevada. Nothing
special about the meet, other than it is a sanctioned meet and the girls
compete for medals and points. This is to ensure legitimacy of the club.
However, after the meet, they are taken to a large mansion away in the
desert. There, they take part in a Casino night, where each of them is part
of the games. There are a hundred or so guests. The Casino night starts at
8:00 pm and goes until dawn the next day.
The large commuter van arrived at the mansion at 6:00, pulling right
up front. It is a white marble place, almost like a palace. Each of the
twelve girls looked over the mansion in awe. "Wow, what a castle," says
Ann. Bree nods, a little reserved, for she has been here before. The girls
are hustled off to their rooms by maids, one room to a girl, except the
twins. They are large rooms with king sized beds and jacuzzis in the
bathroom. In each room there is a brightly colored silk robe laying on the
bed. Next to each robe is a note, a wide exquisitely colored silk neck
collar, a matching narrow silk sash, a pair of high heel shoes with 4"
heels, a matching color set of nylons with lace tops, and a small round
pill. Joy, noticing hers, picks up the note and reads:
"This is a special benefactor night. There will be over a hundred
guests who will be participating in a Casino night. They will be betting
large sums of money for the club, so it is very important for you to do
your best in taking care of them.
Bathe, douche, take an enema and make yourself up. When you are done,
take the pill and put on the robe and neckstrap. Wear nothing else, except
the high heels and nylons provided. At 8:00 a maid will come and help you
with the final preparations.
Remember, our new gym depends on YOU."
Joy smiles and nods. The Club is not going to lose this contribution
because of her. She strips and places her 105 lb body in the jacuzzi, turns
it on and relaxes, letting the strong jets of warm water flush her body. By
7:50 she is ready, sitting on the bed in her robe. A knock on the door
shakes her from her meditation, and a black maid enters.
"Ok, time for you, baby, uh .. Joy, isn't it?" Joy smiles
and nods. "Let's take a look. Remove the robe." Joy stands and shrugs the
robe from her slight shoulders. She looks absolutely gorgeous. At 5'4" and
16 years old, Joy is proud of her assets. She is a 34C- 22-33 figure,
strong yet supple with tapered legs and a small yet round tight ass,
accentuated nicely by her slim waist. Her breasts sit high and firm on
chest, the pink half-dollar sized nipples standing out. "Do I look OK?" she
asks the maid. The maid smiles and says, "Honey, you look absolutely
fabulous. I think you've got slot machine rows A through D to service
tonight. How's that?".
Joy nodded, although a bit disappointed. She had been working hard to
get selected for Roulette, but realized that Bree would probably get that
because her figure was fuller. But slot machines were OK, too. She was glad
she didn't get Blackjack, because the girls there would never get fucked
for the whole night unless somebody won a lot of special chips - and that
was rare. Besides, they were reserved for the new girls - the rookies - to
break them in. Or perhaps there would be no winners during the regular
sessions, in which case the new girls would have to 'take care of the them.
The twins, Amy and Angie, would most likely get the Craps table again. "Who
else is with me," she asked.
The maid checked her list. "Looks like Blair, Gina, Dianne, and Faith
will be working the slots with you. Amy and Angie have the Craps table, and
Bree has the Roulette table. The others, Ann, Pat, Linda, and Carla have
the Blackjack tables. Now, then, let's get you finished up and we'll go
down, OK?"
Joy nodded. The maid took the wide pink neck strap and fastened it
around Joy's slender neck, snug, but not tight. She realized the girls
needed a little room. Moving behind Joy, she brought Joy's arms behind her
back and fastened the sash, firmly securing her arms at the small of her
slender back, just above the tailbone. She stepped back and admired Joy,
naked except for the nylons, which came up just above mid thigh, the pink
heels, and the throat band. Joy's long jet black hair, pulled back in a
pony tail, hung down her slender back to just above her bound hands. Joy's
cobalt blue eyes had a light matching pink eye shadow and just the right
amount of blush on her cheeks. The full pouty teenage lips were perfectly
painted with matching pink lipstick. With her arms bound behind her back,
Joy's breasts seemed to jut out further from her chest, proud, firm ... and
vulnerable. "The players are going to get their money's worth tonight, Joy.
Hmmmm, mmmm!"
Joy smiled. "Yes, they will. I'll give them a night they'll never
forget."
Putting the robe around Joy's shoulders, the maid then led her
downstairs to the room reserved for the Casino. The room was huge, about
100 feet on a side. Three crystal chandeliers, ablaze with light, sparkled
brilliantly over the Casino floor. The maid led Joy across the deep rich
ruby carpet over to the side where the rest of the girls were standing,
each garbed in a similar, yet differently colored robe. All of them looked
gorgeous.
They stood, shoulder to shoulder and waited patiently. The new girls
were the only ones who looked a little nervous. Joy smiled inwardly. She
looked over the room. Half of the room had twenty rows of $5 slot machines,
each glittering and lit up with flashing lights. The other half of the room
had a Craps table at one end. The table was wider than normal and had two
openings at either end. The openings had extended padded table tops, each
ending with a drooping pad. At the opposite end of the room was a special
padded 'X' shaped turntable, also with an extended drooping pad over one
end of the 'X'. Over the turntable was a circular electronic screen,
equally divided into 24 sectors, each numbered 1 to 24 in random order. Two
concentric circles of flashing lights, one set red and the other green,
opposite each other, were waiting for the spin. In between were four
Blackjack tables, each about three feet above the floor, with seven plush
deep red leather captain's chairs around them. Beneath each table the floor
was sunken about a foot and padded. The tables were supported by a single
pedestal. Behind each table stood a young naked female dealer, each with a
silk collar on, ready to deal the game.
Suddenly, the two large doors at the opposite end of the room opened.
Kay led tonight's gamblers, aka benefactors, into the room. There were over
a hundred of them. They were all men of all ages, colors, sizes, races, and
shapes. Caucasian, African American, Asian, Hispanic, Arab, East Indian -
they were a truly mixed group. Each man wore a magnificent robe of various
colors, textures, patterns, and lengths. They moved quickly into the room,
spread out to look over the young teenaged gymnasts in their robes. A lot
of jostling, nudging, and hungry smiles crossed their faces. The room was
quite noisy with talk, laughter, and excitement.
Kay moved to the center of the room, standing just before the girls,
and turned to face the group of benefactors. "Gentlemen, tonight is Casino
night. We need to raise $500,000 for the new gym. Our Special Team members,
who stand before you now, are poised and prepared to help you with your
generosity. I can assure you all of them are properly trained and ready.
This is your team; they are all champions in our eyes ... and I hope,
yours. We will do our best; I hope you will do yours."
Kay raised her arms to quiet the crowd of men. "Gentlemen, we will now
set up the games and explain the prizes. Please wait until I say we are
ready." The crowd of men quieted down and moved around impatiently. Hungry
eyes swept over the young gymnasts standing before them. Kay, satisfied she
had regained control, turned back to the girls and their attendants, and
nodded. Beginning at the end nearest the Roulette table, one maid removed
Bree's robe. All eyes were on Bree as she stood proudly. Smiling with her
pretty blond head held high, she languished in the murmurs of appraisal as
the men swept their hungry eyes over her naked body. Her large breasts
heaved with excitement and anticipation. The maid took Bree over to the
Roulette turntable and laid her down on her back, spread eagled on the
padded 'X' frame. Bree swept her ponytail back and laid her head back on
the drooping pad. Her arms and legs were then fastened with velvet straps
to each end of the 'X' frame, totally exposing her body. Her hips just
barely fit on the frame, placing her pussy over the edge. Her firm breasts
barely sunk into her chest, and her taught belly flattened out. She
glanced over to the men and saw about half of the stroking themselves under
their robes and licking their lips. Closing her eyes halfway, she licked
her lips wickedly and raised her hips in short humps.
"Gentlemen," Kay said with a sweeping gesture toward the table, "for
Roulette tonight, we have Bree. Isn't she lovely?" The men all nodded
eagerly. "Here are the game rules. Each bet is $200. There can be two
winners with each spin, given the right numbers are played. The turntable
board shows the numbers that win, one each on opposite sides. The players
having those numbers will each take their pleasure with Bree. When the
winning light shows green, the winner gets her mouth. The red number gets
her pussy... or her ass, as you wish. Each spin will have a ten minute time
limit before the next spin, so keep yourselves ready." The group of men
started jostling to get into position. Kay smiled and turned back to the
other end and nodded.
The maid removed the robe from the twins' shoulders. Amy and Angie,
identical twins, both blonde and about 5'6" tall, stood waiting as once
again the men's hungry eyes roved over their bodies. Although smiling, they
were not really looking forward to this night. Each had 34C-22-32 figures,
but their outstanding feature was their long legs. They also had hairless
pussies. The maid led them over to the Craps table where each girl stepped
onto the table from a short step stool. They turned to the crowd of lustful
men and each lifted a nyloned leg high into the air. The men buzzed with
excitement. Each girl then lay down on table and adjusted their positions
until their heads hung back over the drooping head rest on the extended
ends. Their hips fit snugly just at the openings of the table at the
beginning of the felt Craps table layout. They lowered their arms which the
maid fastened with straps so their arms hung loosely but attached to the
table so they could not move them up past their hips. The maid then moved
to the table where she secured each girls' legs at the knees and ankles to
the inside walls of the table, spreading their legs wide and exposing their
hairless pussies to full view of the players. Finally, she placed a clear
two foot plexiglass lid above and over their pussies. The table was now set
up. Any roller would now take the heavy oversized dice and roll them so the
dice would carom off the twins' legs and into their vaginal lips. The
plexiglass lids, extending down their legs for a foot, ensured the dice
would not fly off the table, but instead, slam into the 'V' of their legs.
Satisfied, the maid moved away. Beside each twin was a timer.
"For Craps tonight, gentlemen," Kay announced, indicating the Craps
table, "we have identical twins, Amy and Angie. The minimum bet is $200.
There will be money payoffs for a 7 or 11 on the comeout roll as usual, as
will all other rolls, except the point and hardways numbers. However, only
the roller may play the point. Players who win the point will have the
pleasure of either of the twins' mouths for ten minutes. Winners of the
hardways numbers will get to use their mouths for the total of the hardways
spots ... a double four gets 8 minutes, for example. Anybody who plays and
wins on the double aces or double sixes with $200 gets to complete their
pleasure. Oh, yes, and make sure you roll the dice hard." She winked at the
crowd.
The men all nodded and grinned, some rubbing their hands in
anticipation.
Kay then motioned to the maids behind the new girls. The men all
gasped with excitement when the robes dropped. The maid led the four over
to the Blackjack tables and told them to get underneath and kneel down.
Each of these girls had a ring attached to their bound wrists behind their
back, to which the maid took a black leather strap connected to a rotating
ring on each table pedestal and snapped it to the ring on each girls'
wrists. The girls were now bound to the table and could move freely around
it but not from underneath it. They could move only to the edge of the
sunken floor with their knees and lean over about another foot and a half.
"For Blackjack, gentlemen," Kay said, "we have four new girls - Ann,
Pat, Carla and Linda. Depending on how well they do tonight, you may have
them later for special events. For now, there will be money payoffs only
for 18 or higher, regardless of whether the dealer busts. However, anyone
getting a blackjack with a $200 bet will be serviced right at the table by
the girl underneath. The dealer will have special chips ready for those who
wish to wait, or who wish to accumulate them for special attention later
on."
Finally, Kay turned to Joy and the other four remaining girls. The
maids dropped the robes and the men once more murmured their assent and
agreement. The maids then led these girls over to the rows of slot machines
and positioned them one to four rows of six machines each. The girls stood
anxiously, awaiting the onslaught. They had the more extensive job, except
for Bree, and they knew it. Most of the men would try to get them by
winning on the slots, for they thought it was the easiest and cheapest way.
Little did they know that it was one of the most expensive, for the
machines only paid out at 80%, not the 95% or better that most casinos run.
"And finally, we have Joy, Blair, Gina, Dianne, and Faith for the slot
machine service. The special winning symbols for tonight are lips, cunts,
anuses, two dicks, and three dicks for the special jackpot. For the two
dicks and three dicks payouts, you will be given a special chip for your
win and wait until there are enough winners to complete the action. Are we
ready to go?"
With a roar of approval, the men shouted "YEAH! LET'S GO! I WANT SOME
PUSSY!"
And the fun began -- for the men.
The men quickly moved in and around the gaming area, abuzz with
excitement. Each had paid an advance of $5,000 to begin the night and had
special credit vouchers to start. The maids went around the room serving
drinks. Kay just mingled with the guests, watching the action. She also
looked around at the key points for the hidden cameras which would be
videotaping the action for the night. Each player understood this and
didn't worry. They knew that the tapes would be destroyed afterwards as
long as no one got of hand and really abused any of the girls. If a player
did, the tape with his segments would be sent to various agencies, their
families and news services which would totally destroy their lives. In
addition, the violator would be taught a severe lesson by the seven
bouncers standing outside the room.
Around the Roulette table, a crowd of twenty-four men quickly formed.
The table was covered with $200 bets in no time flat, and one of the men
gave the turntable and Bree a hard spin. Around she flew, her blond
ponytail swinging outward and her breasts sliding up her chest and
jiggling. The men all shouted encouragement as the wheel slowed, the
flexible paddles beneath her back and each outstretched leg slapping the
rubber masts arising from the floor. The table finally came to a stop at
12R and 18G. Two shouts went up. "Yeah, right on! First spin, too." "Too
early, man. You won't get it off this time," another announced. "Watch me,"
one winner shouted. Two men moved up to her simultaneously. Bree was
slightly dizzy after this, but dutifully closed her eyes and opened her
mouth.
She jerked as one large hard cock began pushing against her pussy,
finally sliding in about halfway. She was not fully lubricated yet, so the
cock just worked in and out until her pussy juices were flowing. She took a
deep breath just as another hard cock slid between her lips and filled her
mouth. She began sucking right away. She knew that she was required to try
to get the man off in her mouth within the ten minute time limit. With her
pussy, she could only tighten her abdominal and vaginal muscles to keep her
pussy tight. The rest was up to the man there.
The man in her pussy kept up a steady rhythm, driving deep with each
thrust. The cock in her mouth was more insistent. She opened her mouth
wider and the cock slid into the back of her mouth. Holding the sides of
her head, he began pumping his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Bree
kept her tongue forward and active while he humped her face. 'God', she
thought, 'feels like a seven incher.' After eight minutes of this
onslaught, the guy fucking her pussy picked up the pace, his hands tightly
grasping her hips. "Oh, Yeah, I'm going to get it. Oh, Yeah. OH YEAH!" And
he thrust deeply into her and flooded her womb with sperm. Bree lifted her
hips to meet him, her breaths coming in short gasps - when she could. The
guy fucking her face grasped her full breasts in both hands and clamped
down hard. Bree gasped around his cock. "HHRRUULLLMPPHH!" He pulled her
forward and jammed his cock deep in her mouth. Bree gagged as the thick
shaft invaded her throat. His large testicles banged into her nose. He kept
his cock in her throat and stroked in and out in short strokes. At nine and
half minutes, he let out a yell. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His cock exploded in a thick streamer of slimy globular sperm,
shooting straight down her throat. Bree's back arched and her eyes shut
tight, her brow furrowed. "CCHHLLUGGGHHMMMPPHHH! UURGGGLLLLMMMM! she choked
around his spitting shaft. Momentarily startled, he pulled back and shot
his last three spurts into her mouth, bulging her cheeks out. White cum
leaked from the corners of her lips. But she quickly took two breaths
through her nose, and then sucked the leaking cum back into her mouth.
"DING!" a loud chime sounded, and both men immediately stepped away
from the helpless teenager. The cock from her mouth left a thin trail of
cum along her nose up to her forehead. Drips of thick cum leaked from her
pussy and dripped slowly. A maid swiftly moved to catch it in a flask.
There was a loud cheer from the men around the table. Bree opened her eyes
dreamily and looked up at the Japanese man who had just filled her mouth
with cum. She smiled and opened her mouth to show him and the rest of the
men crowding around the table the large pool of cum filling her mouth.
Swilling it around for a minute, she swallowed, then opened her mouth once
again to show it was gone. "Thank you, and good luck. I hope to eat you
again," she whispered, smiling.
"All right, Bree, let's do it again!" the men chorused. Bets flew down
and Bree was spun around again. She knew it was going to be a long night.
Over at the Craps table, Amy and Angie had already sucked two men
each, although Amy didn't get her men to cum. She didn't have enough time.
Angie had gotten one man who rolled a hardways ten so she had ten minutes
to satisfy him. She had two streams of cum from the corners of her lips
where the cum was just too much for her and she couldn't swallow it before
it got away. She also had gagged when the second man came in her throat,
and had a thick white glob of sperm leaking from her left nostril. She
tried to snuffle it back in but it was too thick. She blew out then and it
slipped over her lips just enough to swipe it way with her tongue.
Swallowing it down, she was glad, for she could still breath between both
nostrils.
The players were rowdy and noisy, placing bets on the table. The
current roller was a dark Ethiopian man, medium build but with strong arms.
He rolled the dice in his hands and was trying for a nine. "Come on babee,"
he shouted, 'Geev it to me." His arm went way back and threw the dice
forward hard. One die flew hard against Amy's left leg about two inches
above the nylon and three inches below her pussy and smacked against her
left pussy lip. The second die bounced hard on the table, spun off upward,
hit the plexiglass cover, and smacked directly onto her clitoris. "UNGGHH!"
Amy spat between clenched teeth, as the momentary pain shot up her body.
Her hips raised slightly and her buttocks clenched together. "Good shot,"
shouted two other men at the same time. The Ethiopian just grinned. "I have
good aim, yes?" Another player said, "Good aim, yes, but lousy dice luck.
You crapped out!" The Ethiopian's jaw dropped in astonishment as the dice
showed a glistening 4 and 3. "Oh, fuck." He turned away in disgust.
Everybody laughed -- except Amy and Angie. In their positions, they had no
idea which way the dice were going to be thrown. All they could do is wait.
Four players at the four corners of the table had the pleasure of squeezing
the twins' breasts during the play while waiting their turn to roll. Each
one had a breast in their hand and each was doing their own thing -
squeezing, jiggling, twisting, pinching, crushing. Every now and then one
of the twins would groan and the men would stop for a few seconds, look at
the dicemaster for assent, then start again when she nodded.
A loud hurrah came from one of the Blackjack tables. "BLACKJACK!"
shouted one player, an industrialist from Spain. He turned and gave high
fives to the players around the table. "Si, si, si, si, yes!" He beamed.
Under the table, Ann saw the small red light flash on. Gathering up her
resolve, she shuffled on her knees over between the legs of the Spaniard.
He pushed his chair back and moved his robe to the side. Ann gasped when
she saw his already hard cock. It was a thick one, almost ten inches long.
'Oh, man', she thought, 'I'm going to have trouble with this one.' Scooting
between his legs, she rested her head on one thigh and looked up. "May I
suck your c-c-cock, s-s-sir?" she asked, forcing a smile from her full pink
lips. "Si, baby, si -- and I'm going to help you do it right. Lean forward
here so I can get a hold of your boops." Ann shuffled a bit then leaned
over, almost off balance with her arms secured behind her back. Licking her
lips and gathering up some saliva, she bent her head and took the tip into
her mouth. It tasted musky and the smell was strong. Her tongue began
swiping all around the head of his cock. She began bobbing her head,
finding she could comfortably get three or four inches of his cock into her
mouth. Her tongue swiped back and forth against the sensitive underside.
"OHH, Yesss, that's quite good, my little gymnast, my little
cocksucker. But we need some depth to get me off." He reached forward and
placed his hands on her breasts and grasped them firmly. "Now, little one,
show us all that you are really good. I'm going to squeeze your lovely
young boops a bit. The harder I squeeze, the deeper you will take my cock,
yes?" Ann's eyes went wide and she looked around at the other three players
whom she could see watching. She nodded her head on his cock. "OK," he said
with a hard breath. "Do it right and I might not pull these lovely things
off your chest." Suddenly, he squeezed her breasts but not too hard. Ann
gasped around his cock and quickly dropped her head further over his shaft
until it hit the back of her mouth. "Good, good, my pretty little bird.
Now, we need a rhythm, no? When I relax my hands you suck hard and pull
your pretty mouth up my shaft. When I squeeze again, loosen your lips and
go back down. The harder I squeeze, the deeper you had better go. And suck
well, my pretty one, you will get a nice stomach full of Carlos' man juice.
Follow my lead and we do this happily together."
His hands squeezed against her breasts once again. Ann gasped and
immediately opened her mouth wide and dropped her head, His cock hit
against the back of her mouth. She stopped. He didn't. The Spaniard
squeezed a little harder. Ann leaned forward and pushed her head down. His
cock went into her throat just about an inch. She gagged. "GLLUMMMPHHHH!"
Some stomach juices flowed up her esophagus and into her mouth. He released
her boobs and Ann tightened her lips and sucked hard as she brought her
head up the shaft.
Just before she got the top, he squeezed hard again. the flesh
spreading between his fingertips. Again she dropped her head. By now she
had six inches of cock in her young sucking mouth. Squeeze and release,
drop and suck, up and down, Ann worked her mouth up and down his hard
shaft. She gagged several more times until she got used to his cock in her
throat. She could see the ball sack beneath begin to contract with her
actions. Again and again her head bobbed on his shaft. Ann thought she had
the rhythm down pat, when suddenly he squeezed hard and twisted her breasts
painfully. There was only one way out - she took in a deep breath, closed
her eyes tightly and pushed her head down his shaft. He didn't stop
squeezing. His cock broached her throat and kept sliding, lubricated by her
saliva. Seven inches and she gagged again. "CCHHHLLUUUGGGG!" He didn't let
up. She pushed harder, almost forgetting about the cock. It was in her
throat now and the gagging had stopped. She just wanted him to release her
boobs. Stretching her neck back she pushed again, and the remaining three
inches of hard flesh slid into her neck. "AAHHHHH. YESSSSSS! YESSSSS!" the
Spaniard hissed through gritted teeth. "That is sssooooo ggooooooodd!
SOOOOO GOOOD!"
Ann felt his grip loosen on her breasts and began to move her head up,
sucking hard. But just as quickly he squeezed hard again when her mouth was
only up about three inches. Ann pushed down again, burying the long cock
once again in her throat. Release again, and again. He had Ann throat
fucking him. Her head bobbed up and down only along the last four inches of
his cock. She found it difficult to breathe. She risked his strength a few
times by pulling up to get air, but endured.
After twelve minutes of this, Ann was perspiring, trying hard to get
this done with. She was sucking for all she was worth -- and this was only
the first one! Out of the corner of one eye, she saw another red light go
on under her table. Finally, the Spaniard released her bruised breasts and
brought his hands up to the back of her head. Holding on tight he pumped
her mouth up and down his shaft in a fast rhythm, going from the tip to
just about halfway. She felt the tip flare and throb in her mouth.
Suddenly, he stopped her head at the halfway point, just where his cock
would enter her throat - the gag point! Her tongue tried to push him back
but to no avail. His cock flared, and Anne felt the pulse along her tongue.
Then the Spaniard threw back his head and shouted. "YYYEEEAHHHH!" and
his cock erupted into the back of her mouth. The strong taste overwhelmed
her. Thick sperm shot down her throat, coating her tonsils, then quickly
filled her mouth. "GLLUURRRPHHHH! GLUMMPPRRGGHH"! Ann choked around his
shaft as the cock poured shot after shot of hot cum into her young teenage
mouth. She tried to swallow, got two gulps down, but the next try backed
up. Cum flooded her nasal passages and shot from her nose. Two thick globs
blew out her nostrils and onto his cock. Quickly she snuffled the rest back
in and continued to swallow the thick cum. Five, six, seven gulps and then
release. The Spaniard sank back in his chair, breathing heavily. His cock
slipped from her lips and Ann quickly sealed the rest of the cum in her
mouth. Following her instructions from Kay, Ann looked dreamily up at the
Spaniard and parted her cumstained lips. His cum pooled thickly in her
mouth. She swept her tongue through the white lumpy goo, lifting it to her
palate and letting it hang in thick sheets. The Spaniard smiled. "You were
quite good, my little sparrow, quite good. I shall enjoy having you again.
Go ahead now, and swallow Carlos' nice offering." Ann lowered her eyes
halfway and made an effort of swallowing the cum, licking her lips to get
it all.
"Thank you, kind sir, I really enjoyed it," she smiled. And then
shuffled back under the table to catch her breath. Shifting slightly, she
could see Pat and Linda at the next tables on either side. Pat had a cock
in her mouth and was working over an older man with gray hair. His head was
thrown back in pleasure, his hands tight in her light brown hair. Linda
looked over at Ann and held up three fingers. Her face glistened with
sperm. Ann nodded and held up one finger. Linda mouthed the words, "Lucky
you." Ann then shuffled over to the next red light.
The game above her continued. Ann started to suck off the next man, a
blonde Swedish man, wondering how many she would be able to take for the
night. And she also wondered about the "special" chips - what do they mean?
But she was now a part of the "Special Team" and knew she would do her
best. Over at the slots, Joy was bent over one of the slot stools. This was
her first service for the evening - one of many, she knew. She wished it
had been "Three Pussies" - but it wasn't. She grunted inwardly as the 8
inch cock pushed up her ass, almost buried to the hilt. It slid out, then
in again. "UMMPH!" she uttered, but squeezed with her buttocks as best as
she could, keeping her trim bottom tight for the man inside. With her arms
bound behind her back, she could do nothing to relieve the pressure in her
breasts as the man had his strong hands tightly gripping each one, using
them for support as well as pleasure. His knuckles had trapped her nipples,
squeezing hard, bringing some pleasure to her as well as pain. Now, fully
lubricated, the Arab began a steady pumping into her tight rectum,
shouting, "Holy Allah, this is fantastic!" Again and again he stroked
deeply into her ass, until finally, with one final lunge and a crushing
squeeze of her young breasts, he blew off. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
YYYEEEEEEEESSSSSS! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" His sperm erupted with a steady thick
stream into her bowels. Joy scrunched her face, her eyes tightly shut.
"UUMMMMMMM! UMMPPPHHH!" she whimpered through clenched teeth. After two
more minutes of banging against her tiny rear, he finally released her
boobs, and slowly pulled out. Joy pushed with her ass muscles, liberally
coating his rapidly deflating cock with his cum. Once out, she slowly
straightened up and turned around, forcing a smile. Then, regaining her
balance, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, never taking her
beautiful blue eyes from his dark, lust- filled eyes. Drawing in a deep
breath, she tightened her stomach and opened her mouth. The Arab grinned as
he thrust forward. His cum-slicked cock entered her shimmering pink lips
and Joy began to swab the shaft with her tongue. His cum gathered in her
mouth, the shrimpy and heavy musky taste filling her nostrils. Finally, she
pushed her head down as far as she could and squeezed his shaft tightly
with her lips. Slowly, she brought her head back along its length, gobbling
on it, drawing the last vestiges of sperm with it. It popped free with a
soft 'plop'. Joy lifted her head and looked at the Arab through dreamy,
half-lidded eyes, opened her mouth to show him the cum gathered there,
swilled it around as if in ecstasy, then swallowed. "Thank you, kind sir.
Your juices are most appreciated. I hope you have good luck. I look forward
to servicing you again," she said sweetly. "We shall see, my pretty slave,
we shall see. But there are so many flowers to be plucked, I will have to
try my luck in different gardens," the Arab commented, offhandedly. "As you
wish, sir. Good luck."
Joy stood up and began once again strolling among the A,B,C and D slot
machine aisles, searching for winners, and jiggling her breasts and hips,
prompting the players to continue playing. Turning a corner, she watched as
Faith, on her knees, was just finishing a "Three Lips" winner. The 6'3"
athletic man in front of Faith had his hands on the back of her head, his
groin about two inches from her nose. Try as she had, Faith just couldn't
take any more of the cock in her mouth and throat, especially now as he had
just exploded with sperm. Faith gagged wildly on his shaft.
"GGGGLLLLUUURRRGGGHHHH! UUUURRRRRRRPPPPPLLLHHH!
Thick, yellow-white slime flowed from her nose and the corners of her lips
- but most went straight down to her stomach, liberally coating her tonsils
on the way. Joy watched in sympathy, knowing it would be she, also, in a
similar situation several times this night. But her eyes widened in awe
when the athlete withdrew his cock from Faith's mouth after three minutes
of this oral onslaught. His cock must have been 12 inches long! 'God',
thought Joy, 'Faith's never had a cock that long. How did she do it.'
Faith, however distraught she may had been, quickly cleared her throat and
swallowed the last dregs of his cum, licked her lips, and said, "T-t-thank
you, sir. I-it tasted q-quite good. I hope it f-f-elt OK for you. If you
win again, I-I'll try to do better. G-g-good luck." She smiled as she rose
to her feet. "You did OK, sweetheart. No other woman, let alone a teenager,
has ever taken that much of my cock down her throat," he grinned, quite
appreciatively. "But just to let you know, that tiny butt of yours really
excites me. I'm going to work on "Three Dicks" until I get one. Then we'll
see how much you can take." Faith's heart skipped a beat - God, could she
take that monster in her pussy - or up her ass? "I h-hope you get it, sir.
It would be quite special, I-I know," she said. The man reached out and
squeezed her left breast hard. Leaning forward, he said softly into her
ear, "Oh, I'll get it, baby, I'll get it - and so will you. See you later,"
and he bounced her boobs up and down firmly, stretching the sensitive
flesh. Faith nodded, then moved away to check on the other players.
Glancing quickly at Joy, she rolled her eyes upward in resignation while
licking her lips. Joy smiled in sympathy.
Suddenly, bells went off at a machine down aisle C. Joy quickly turned
and walked over to the machine. In front sat a tall, slender Latin,
probably from South America, she thought. He was handsome. Looking away
from his lustful eyes, she looked at the payout line. Three Lips. Inwardly,
she grimaced. But lovingly, she turned back to him and said, "Looks like a
winner, sir. Your first, I hope?" He grinned and said, "Si, babee, si. It
will be quite big for you. I hope you are thirsty." His finger began
twisting her nipples lightly, pleasurably. Joy let him have his way for a
few minutes. 'This guy knows how to please women. I think I'll enjoy
blowing him,' she thought. Licking her lips, Joy dropped slowly to her
knees, spreading them so he had a good visual access to her pussy. She
opened her mouth and began.
Back at the Blackjack tables, Ann's Spaniard had won again. Ann had
finished sucking her fifth man only two minutes ago. "God, I think this
deck is rigged with more Aces and face cards,' she mused as the red light
came on underneath the table at the Spaniard's seat. She shuffled over to
place her head between his legs. "No, my sweet hummingbird, I'm not ready.
But, it is not fair that the dealer, who stands before us, naked, and
working so hard to keep us happy, should get nothing for her labors, isn't
that right, my fellow players?" With a number of chuckles and guffaws,
they all agreed, anxious to see how Ann would handle this, and, more so,
how the dealer would react. "So, my little one, I am giving this chip to
the dealer. You go and take care of her while she deals to us, si?" The
dealer's large brown eyes went wide with surprise. She breathed deep and
hard at this unexpected 'tip'. Her large firm breasts heaved up and out,
her nipples rapidly getting hard. She moved her legs apart to about three
feet. Ann moved to between her legs and reached out with her tongue. As the
dealer anxiously awaited the hot touch, she began dealing the cards. All
the players had their eyes glued to her face. As she dealt the fourth card,
her eyes closed momentarily as Ann's tongue lovingly began licking her
thighs, and then her pussy lips. "OHhhhh, yess! Thank you, sir," she
breathed. "Always like to have a pleased dealer," the Spaniard said. "It
makes for a better game." And they all laughed. The players at each end of
the table reached forward and began massaging her firm breasts, pinching
and pulling on the nipples as Ann continued to lick her pussy. The dealer
tried to concentrate on the game but found herself losing it. One player
shouted "Blackjack!". He had an Ace and a card with quite a few spots, but
the numbers were covered. The dealer, lost in lust, said, "Yessss, Ohhh,
YESSSS!" and punched his number to his red light under the table. The
'winner' quickly turned his cards into the dealer and turned to the
Spaniard. "You did a good thing, here, amigo. I shall remember that." And
they all laughed as the dealer went into throes of orgasmic ecstasy,
shaking and biting her lip. The players who were sensitizing her nipples
now had a firm grasp on her breasts and were squeezing, crushing them while
she orgasmed.
Kay watched this but did nothing but walk over to the Spaniard and
whisper, "Just this once is OK, Francisco. No more." He turned and smiled,
"Si, Madonna. But it was quite fun, no?" Kay winked at him. "Yes, quite
amusing. Now go try the Craps Table for a while." He nodded and turned back
to the game. "In a short while, Madonna, in a short while." Strolling away
from the table, she glanced down at Ann who had just finished giving
pleasure to the dealer. Ann's cute face was awash in juices, glistening in
the red glow under the table as she moved to the heavy middle-aged banker's
table to service his 'win'. It was almost 11:00 pm, close to the first
break for the girls.
Kay strolled the length of the playing area, checking on the action.
At the Roulette wheel, two men had just finished with Bree. White thick
cum, some crusty, some wet covered her face, breasts and hair. Her breasts
were red and splotchy, heaving. Her thighs were likewise glistening with
cum, her pussy leaking cum as well. The maid attendant was dutifully
collecting the spilled cum in the flask. The crystal quart container was
about a third filled. "How's she doing, Dora?" The maid looked up and
said, "Quite well, mam. There have been fifteen winners so far." Kay
looked down at Bree. "OK, Bree?" Bree looked up at Kay through pasty eyes
and nodded, "I'm OK. They haven't been too rough and I've come six times. I
can handle it." Kay smiled, "I know you can, Bree. You are one of the best
we've ever had. Right, gentlemen?" she asked the players. "Oh, yeah!"
"Boss babe". "Superb", came the comments. Kay nodded with approval as Bree
was spun around again. She walked down past the Blackjack tables towards
the Craps table. As she walked by each table, the girl underneath held up a
count of fingers for the number of players they have serviced.
Pat held up nine fingers, the most, while Ann held up five fingers,
the least. Ann didn't think she should count the dealer. Carla was too busy
to notice and couldn't signal Kay with her count. Kay nodded approvingly,
then sidled up to the Craps table. Both girls' face was a real mess.
Sucking off men on their back is a difficult task. Their cum is not easily
gathered or swallowed when their heads are hung back. As Kay watched, Amy
was finishing off another man who had 'made the point'. The Korean being
serviced had an unusually thick and long cock for an Oriental, Kay noted.
He had both his hands around her breasts from the sides and was squeezing
quite hard, obviously oblivious to Amy's discomfort. His cock sawed in and
out her mouth in long strokes, from the tip to the base.
Kay's eyes went wide when he made his final plunge into Amy's throat
and began spurting thick streamers of cum into her neck. Amy choked just
once, having gotten used to this by now. "CCCHHHLLLUUUGGGHHH!" Two thick
streams of cum shot from her nose and clung there, making it difficult for
Amy to get her breathe. Kay tapped the Korean on the shoulder and nodded
quickly toward Amy. Surprised, the Korean glanced down and quickly
withdrew his cock from her throat, leaving the cockhead in her mouth for
the final three spurts. Amy was able to get a few breaths and looked up to
Kay with a 'Thank You' in her glance. Kay swallowed involuntarily and
smiled, then moved over to check on Angie. She noted how puffy Angie's
pussy lips were, and the light red bruises on the upper part of her thighs.
'Slipped on the balance beam is what she'll tell her mother, if she can't
hide it', Kay thought. "Are you OK, Angela?" Angie nodded weakly. "Cat got
your tongue, sweetheart", Kay asked? Angie shook her head no, then opened
her mouth. It was nearly full with cum. Frowning, Kay looked at the naked
Dicemaster. The girl with short blonde hair nodded toward a dark skinned
European and said, "He has won his point three times in a row, and has paid
an extra $300 to see if she can keep all his cum in her mouth until he
loses. I agreed." "How can she suck him off with her mouth full of cum,"
Kay asked. "Oh, he uses Amy's mouth until he's ready to cum, then jerks off
in Angie's mouth to finish", the Dicemaster said. Kay smiled. "What these
guys won't think of. OK". Kay patted Angie's head. "Keep a stiff upper lip,
darling," and moved away. The players at the table laughed heartily at this
pun. Angie, too, giggled at this joke, sending a cum bubble from her lips.
Kay strolled over through the Slot Machine area to check on the girls.
Blair was bent over a stool servicing one man with her pussy and one in her
mouth. Each man had one strong hand squeezing Blair's small breasts. She
was not that big, being only 5' 2" tall and 100 lb. He 32"B chest was
accentuated by a 20" waist and 31" hips. The men rocked back and forth in
unison, both withdrawing at the same time, then plunging in simultaneously.
Faith was once again on her knees sucking on a black cock. Her face and
hair showed she had had quite a time with Three Lip payouts. Joy was backed
up against a machine with one leg resting on the ledge. A pale middle-aged
man was eagerly thrusting his cock into her pussy, holding onto one breast
tightly while squeezing an ass cheek for support. Joy's head was back in
ecstasy. Gina was standing bent over at the waist sucking on a thick cock
while the guy was roughly mauling her small teenaged tits. Cum was dripping
out of her mouth around his shaft, Gina valiantly tried to suck it back in,
not wanting to be the one who got the 'flask' for the night. It was a
losing battle - his hands were squeezing too hard and she yelped around his
shaft. "OOOUUUCCGGGHHH!" More cum bubbled out, dripping to the floor. Kay
shrugged her shoulders. 'Gina will need more training, I'm afraid', she
thought.
Kay strolled over to Dianne who was unattended at the moment. 'How are
you making out, Dianne," Kay asked, stroking Dianne's short, straight black
hair. Dianne's ivory white skin contrasted evilly with the jet black hair.
"Fine, Kay, although my ass is a little sore. I had three in a row. But
nothing except six blow jobs in the past hour. I'll be fine, though. Is it
break time yet?"
Kay looked at her watch - 10:55. "Almost. You'll get a one hour break.
Would you like to switch with someone?" Kay asked lightly running her palm
over Dianne's baseball sized breasts. "Yes, if I could. Amy and Angie said
they would like a break from the Craps table, if possible. Maybe one of the
new girls and I could take over for them, if they would like. Or maybe",
she hesitated, "the Roulette Wheel?" Kay smiled lovingly, "Not the
Roulette Wheel, dear. Bree has that for the rest of the night. She's earned
it. Maybe next time. But the Craps Table will be OK. Carla has been doing
well at Blackjack; I'll have you and she replace Amy and Angie, OK?" "Ok,"
Dianne smiled. "By the way, how's the 'flask' looking for tonight?" Kay
furrowed her brow. "I know it's usually reserved for one of the new girls,
but right now it's a toss-up between Ann and Gina. We'll have to see how
the second half of the night goes." Dianne breathed an inward sigh of
relief, although she felt a pang of sympathy for Gina. Gina has tried so
hard, but still couldn't seem to fully relax herself to the sexual
onslaught expected of the Special Team. She really like Gina. They had
shared each other on several occasions, and Dianne had given Gina several
tips on deep-throat techniques, ass-fucking, and how to handle discomfort.
Kay turned back to Gina. She was now on her feet in front of the man,
swilling his cum around in her mouth to show her pleasure. He was still
twisting her tits. Kay noticed the moisture at the corners of Gina's green
eyes. But Gina valiantly carried on, smiling now and then, finally
swallowing the thick cum. "Thank you, sir, I really enjoyed it. Your cum
tastes excellent. Good luck," she smiled, finally managing to turn away
while the man popped her nipples. He smiled appreciatively and slapped her
ass soundly as she moved down the aisle to another winner. Gina jumped. Kay
frowned at the red handprint on Gina's left asscheek. She snapped her
finger in the air, knowing a camera would zero on this guy for the rest of
the night.
Kay glanced own at her watch - 11:00. She signaled to the naked blond
girl who stood on the narrow alcove balcony overlooking the Casino. The
girl nodded and pressed a button. A very loud gong sounded over the PA
system. The roulette wheel immediately turned off, and rapidly slowed down
to a stop. The naked blonde Dicemaster at the Craps table grabbed up the
dice and returned all bets to their owners. She nodded to the man still
fucking Amy's mouth, indicating he could finish. She also turned and nodded
to Angie, who, with a visible shrug of relief, rapidly swallowed the three
loads of cum she still held in her mouth.
Linda and Pat worked harder to finish their blowjobs, for they didn't
want to lose any of their break time. The girls in the Slot Machine area
stood at the entrance to their rows. Their bodies were covered with a mix
of sweat and sperm, some crusting, some glistening. All faces had a liberal
coating of cum, especially at the corners of their mouths and under their
noses. Maids quickly moved under the Blackjack tables to release the four
girls there. All four moved to stand by the dealer at their table. All had
a liberal coating of cum on their faces, Ann having the most and Carla the
least. This was indicative of their training - Linda had swallowed far more
cum than Ann. The dealer at Ann's table gave Ann a friendly pinch on her
ass, acknowledging the 'favor' Ann had done for her.
Angie and Amy were released from their platforms and stood a little
shakily at the ends of the Craps table, their pussies and thighs quite
sore, and their hair and faces a mess. Bree, likewise, stood weakly at the
Roulette wheel, her face and hair also showing the strains - and stains -
of the first half of the evening. She was inwardly questioning the second
half, for she knew it would be harder - an hour longer than the first half,
with special events from 4:30 until dawn at about 7:00. But she expected to
be a 'watcher' for that's why she worked so hard to get Roulette - it was
the toughest assignment.
Kay moved to the center of the room. "Time for a break, gentlemen. We
don't want to wear out our girls - or you - too early, now, do we?" The
grumblings died down as all the hundred or so guests realized there would
be more later. "We shall resume the games in one hour. You may come back at
your leisure. We will continue to play regular games until 4:30 am. Then we
will go into the special events. Maids, if you will escort the girls to the
break room. I'll be there shortly." The maids brought robes for each girl
and led them off to a doorway at the end of the room.
Audible groans and shouts came from the players who haven't won yet.
The others applauded with glee. With lustful, amused comments, the men
began filing out of the room towards the buffet room or to their own rooms
to get a nap before returning.
After moving to each play area and conferring with the dealers and
monitors, Kay took a few notes and went into the break room. The girls were
all laid out on lounge chairs, being attended to individually by their
maids. All were cleaned with soft warm cloths and the maids massaged legs,
shoulders and breasts of each girl. Hot chocolate and tea were available,
the girls anxiously drinking to clear their mouths and throats of the
strong, thick cum still clinging there. Small demi-sandwiches were also
consumed with gusto - except for the tuna fish. Bree and the slot girls all
had their wombs and asses drained of cum, the cum being placed into the
flask. It was now about half full. Kay listened to the comments with
satisfaction.
"God, do I feel bloated," said Ann. "Think I must have sucked off
twelve cocks. My jaw aches."
"Only twelve, Ann?" said Linda. "I had twenty-one. And we still have
another four hours to go until the special events." Then Linda burped.
Everybody laughed at this.
Pat said, "I think I had eighteen."
Carla grinned. "Hah! I counted twenty-six. And, you know something? It
felt good - and tasted good, too. God, who would ever have thought I would
ever become such a good cocksucker. Bree, how was the Roulette Wheel?"
Bree smiled weakly. "It's really pretty tough, but at least I got to
cum - twelve times, I think. My pussy's pretty sore. I may need some more
local anathesia there, maid Beatrice."
"Yeah, us, too," said Amy and Angie in chorus. "Those guys have
pretty good aim," quipped Amy. "Got me on the clit at least a dozen times."
"Feels more like two dozen to me," said Angie. "But I'll last - I'm
not getting the flask." Most of the girls turned to look at Ann. Ann felt a
bit uncomfortable for a moment. She didn't know about the flask. But Gina
did, and she was worried and glanced quickly at Kay, then away before Kay
could catch her eye. She remained silent, stroking her throat as she
remembered the last three hours.
The banter went on softly for the next hour as the maids continued to
minister to the young teenaged girls. They remade their make up, dabbing on
perfume while the girls relaxed, ate a few bites, and drank tea and hot
chocolate. Every now and then one of the girls would look over at the flask
setting on the shelf above the marble fireplace, then turn away and
shudder.
Joy walked over to the flask once and, placing her nose directly above
it, inhaled deeply. The pungent aroma of the mixed cum, pussy juices and
anal juices, flared her nostrils. She turned and smiled to the rest,
wickedly. "Mmmmmmmmmm, smells soooo good!" Some of the girls turned away in
disgust, the others laughed.
All except Ann.
And Gina.
Finally, at 11:55 , a chime rang softly in the room. "Time, girls,"
said Kay, getting up off the couch. "Let's give them all a good finale.
Looks like we're really going to get a fine gym out of this. We'll be the
envy of the rest of the clubs." With resignation, all the teenagers got up
from their lounge chairs and stood while the maids replaced their robes on
the their shoulders. "Some changes first, girls. Dianne and Carla will
replace Amy and Angie at the Craps table. Gina, you take Carla's place at
the Blackjack table. Amy and Angie will go to slots for the rest of the
night." As one, Amy and Angie looked at each and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Alright!" they high-fived each other. Carla smiled inwardly, too. She had
been 'promoted' - and on her first night, too! But she was also a little
anxious about the Craps table, not knowing what to expect because she
couldn't see the table from where she was under her Blackjack table. Her
maid quickly went to the shelf and got the bottle of local anathesia.
Dumping a liberal amount onto a soft cotton cloth, she wiped it liberally
between Carla's legs and onto her pussy, hoping it would take before the
action picked up. However, she knew it usually took about half an hour
before it fully took. She grimaced in sympathy and then quickly moved to
Dianne and repeated the process.
Gina's shoulders drooped. She was on the bubble with the other rookies
for the flask. She closed her eyes and gathered her resolve, preparing to
do anything to beat out the rookies. Then she had it - she would spend her
free time under the table at the dealer's pussy! This would maybe cause her
to make some mistakes and give a few more Blackjacks, and she would not get
the flask, although she would have to suck a few more cocks. But she could
do it, she thought. She stood straighter, now, with this plan in her mind
as the girls filed out, ready for the rest of the evening.
As the girls filed back in, about half the guests were already there,
waiting and watching as the girls were placed into position. Some of the
guests were just voyeurs, but others wanted to see if there had been any
changes. The girls were set back up and the games began anew.
Later, at precisely 3:30 am, the gong sounded loudly in the room once
again, ending the regular games. A few groans from about twenty men arose,
as they had not yet won services from the young teenaged beauties stationed
around the room. But they knew they would still get their chance. If
nothing else, each loser would have their pick of girl for a double header
- a double suck-off - for Kay ensured each man would leave satisfied for
their contributions. The girls all heaved a sigh of relief, for the worst
was over - for some of them.
"Thank you, gentlemen," said Kay, her arms raised to the crowd of men.
"Please retire to the playroom where we will be serving drinks and food. We
all thank you and remind you that the last two hours will be something
special you may not want to miss - if any of you have any energy left. The
girls and I will join you there in half an hour, so be prompt, please."
Throughout the room there burst a thunderous applause and gleeful shouting
as the satisfied winner for the evening milled about and began filing out
of the Casino. One large black man wearing a colorful African kunte cloth
raised his hand. "How about the non-winners? I ain't won shit yet," he
asked. Kay smiled and quickly said, "No problem, sir. As we have said,
everybody will be satisfied winners tonight." She looked around the room.
"How many have failed to score a win this evening?" Twenty-three men raised
their hands. "Fine. Please see the dicemaster at the Craps table and she
will give you a special chip for the evening. After the Special Events, you
may have one of our gymnasts for four of you. She will ensure you do not
leave unfulfilled. Now please go while we get ready, Kay assured the men.
Nodding and grinning, the twenty-three horny men left.
Turning to the maids, Kay said bruskly, "Get them cleaned up quickly
so they can be ready for the games." The maids covered the shaking girls
in their robes and hustled them off to the break room.
Kay went over to the Craps table as the short naked dicemaster was
finishing sorting and gathering the chips from the nights endeavor. "How
did it go?" "Fine," said the dicemaster. "Dianne did quite well, although
she will be walking funny for a while, I think. Her pussy, with the large
clit, seemed to be the principal target for the second half. Carla held up
her end quite well, though I had to smack one guy's hand twice for
excessive force on her boobs. Guess he was just a little too excited - he
stayed here the entire time and didn't win at all. But I did notice he was
looking at me all night." "OH? Well, would you like to take care of him
instead of one of the girls" Kay asked, smiling? "Sure. I like having my
boobs crushed - really turns me on. Maybe I can cum while he squeezes them
as I blow him. Think I'll do a shotgun on him. Haven't done one of those
since I was on the Special Team three years ago. And just watching how well
Carla sucked off all her winners got me hornier than hell. God, is she
good." "Carla was that good? Tell me more, Tina."
"Oh, she was good all right," grinned Tina. "Carla had thirty- one
winners, and everyone was satisfied - even the one who got a hardways six.
Maybe he was just hornier than usual, but Carla had his nine-inch dick in
her throat almost immediately, and wouldn't let him off. I watched her
throat milk him in just five minutes, and she didn't lose a drop. Matter of
fact, she didn't lose anything from any of the guys she had. She's a real
cum-sucking vacuum cleaner. Wouldn't surprise me to see her take Bree's
place as the head mistress of the Special Team. Carla didn't protest hardly
when the dice smacked her pussy - and they did, quite a few times." Kay
nodded, impressed with Tina's coverage of Carla. Kay made a mental note.
"OK, finish up, and meet us in the playroom." She patted Tina on the firm
tight ass and moved over to the Blackjack tables. The naked dealers were
all set to leave, their chip racks secured.
Moving up to table 2, where Gina had been, she patted the tall naked
Chinese girl, Tam Lee, on the rump. Tam Lee jumped out of a reverie. 'Hi,
Tam Lee. You OK? You look a bit flushed?" Tam Lee, at 5'10" tall, was a
120 lb light skinned former gymnast whose long trim legs showed her
training. Her naked and shaved pussy was damp, her large 37" breasts
heaving with excitement. "H-Hello, Miss Chambers. Yes, e-everything is
q-qu-ite alright." She looked back quickly at the table. Kay knew right
away something was up. She slid a hand up Tam Lee's waist and firmly took a
breast in her hand and began slowly massaging it, the way only another
woman can. Tam Lee groaned in pleasure and shook as a small orgasm
shattered her composure when Kay lightly tweaked her nipple.
"Give, Tam, what's going on?" Tam Lee, wanting so much to reward the
girl underneath the table for the past three hours, couldn't hold back.
"Gina had me going almost constantly, Kay, licking my pussy whenever she
wasn't servicing the winners. I'm afraid I gave up about a dozen extra
winners. I'm sorry, really I am." Kay squinted and thought. "Hmmmm. So
what was Gina's count?" "Twenty-seven, Kay," said Tam Lee sheepishly. "OK,"
said Kay. "That means Gina only gets credit for fifteen blowjobs. Let me
check with Maria." Giving Tam Lee's nipple a final twist, she popped it
free. Tam Lee shuddered. Turning back to Tam Lee, Kay said softly, "Tam,
you should know how to control yourself better. I can forgive two or three
extras, but not twelve. You will have to do loser's duty, I'm afraid. And I
want you to give special shotguns to each of them, understand?" Tam Lee
bowed her pretty smooth black-haired head in resignation. She had never
really mastered the art of the shotgun blowjob. She found it difficult to
keep a man's cum in her mouth without spilling it while she sucked that
same man off again, never removing his cock from her mouth. The fact that
Kay told her to do special shotguns was even worse. Allowing the man to
piss in her mouth after he had cum twice was really tough. But it was her
fault, so she would do it. She nodded. "Yes, mam."
Moving to see the slender naked blonde dealer at Ann's table, Kay
shrugged. 'That should teach her some more self control.' Kay knew Tam Lee
was not shotgun accomplished, but this extra training would help her. "How
did Ann do, Allyne," asked Kay. Allyne smiled, "Quite good, but then, I'm a
good dealer. She only had to do fifteen winners. She did me twice, but
nobody stole a win from me." "Good, dear, real good. So what would you like
for the special games? You have your choice." Allyne's light blue eyes
widened with delight, her pert 34C" breasts jiggling a bit with excitement.
"Can I have a twenty man train," she asked? "You got it, baby, twenty it
is. You'll be on Stage 3. Any particular music?" Kay inquired. Allyne
sighed. She must have done a good job - Kay almost never allowed the girls
their own choice of music. "Classical, I believe. I think the most
appropriate piece should be the 'Nutcracker' - or maybe 'The Grand Canyon
Suite'," she said, grinning. Kay smiled. "Yes, most appropriate. The
'train' should get a kick out of that. And how about Handel's 'Water Music'
for the finale?" They both laughed, knowing that the finale was when all
the 'train' riders pissed all over the kneeling girl. "Yeah, right on!"
chuckled Allyne.
Kay walked over to the Roulette wheel and smacked the naked Italian
croupier's ass smartly as she bent over on the floor. Maria let out a
slight yelp and straightened up from the floor. "Oh, hi Kay. I was just
cleaning up a bit of cum from the carpet", she said, smacking her lips. Kay
knew Maria's insatiable appetite for sperm. "Save yourself, Maria. I want
you on Stage 2 with Joy for the record try. You'll have two hours to break
the blowjob record, side by side with Joy." Maria nodded gleefully. She and
Joy would be taking on as many men as they could, and the twenty-six guards
and bouncers would be among them. None of these guys had come yet, although
they all knew what Casino night was. God, they must be straining their
britches by now, ready to pop. Maria licked her full red lips wickedly. She
was going to win. A $10,000 bonus if she could break the record would
really make her night. The loser had to drink all the cum that each one
would deposit in a beaker placed beside the two girls after the men had
shot their slimy loads into their hungry faces - and that was almost always
a quart or more. But Maria would cheat - a little. She would swallow some
of it in order that Joy would not have so much - especially after having
serviced the slot machines all night. "Thanks, Kay, I'll do my best." "I
know you will, dear, I know you will."
Kay then went into the break room. The girls again were draped over
the lounge chairs as the maids hurriedly prettied them up. "Ok, girls,
here's the line up for the next two hours. Joy, you and Maria are going for
the oral record tonight." Joy groaned inwardly. She has already sucked off
two dozen men and her jaws felt tired. But at least her pussy and ass would
not get any more reaming. She nodded. "Carla," Kay said, "You, Dianne,
Faith and Pat will service the losers with Tina, Linda, and Tam Lee.
Shotguns for all of them, except that Tam Lee will be doing special
shotguns on her group." Faith, Linda and Pat turned to Dianne. "What are
shotguns," they asked. Dianne sighed and said, "Double headers. You suck
off each man twice without taking your mouth off his cock, and keeping as
much cum in your mouth as you can from the first blowjob while you suck him
off a second time. Only then can you swallow, got it?" The girls looked at
each other and shook their heads, wondering how they could do this. Dianne
shushed them. "Hey, don't feel bad. You can do it, you know. Just be glad
you're not doing specials like Tam Lee." "How come?" asked Linda. Dianne
wrinkled her nose. A special is a shotgun with a twist - the men get to
piss down your throat after they've cum the second time. And they almost
always do. But, if you ever have to do one, here's a tip - swallow as fast
as you can - that way the taste doesn't linger in your mouth." Pat's
stomach did a flip at the thought. "AWGH!"
Kay continued. "I also need two 'train' conductors." Amy and Angie
quickly raised their hands. "Fine, you two. Stage 3 along with Allyne."
"What about me," asked Blair. Kay smiled and said, "Blair, honey, you and
Bree get to have the rest of the night off. I watched you both and you were
real troopers. You get to be the Queens of the Ball. You have your choice
of men, if you want it, for YOUR pleasure - and, from the comments I've
heard, there are several who want to be your slaves. OK?" Bree and Blair
hugged each other. "YES!"
Gina was silent, as was Ann. They hadn't been mentioned yet. Finally,
Kay's gaze went to the two of them. They looked apprehensive, as they had a
right to be.
Gina knew. She had been caught, although she knew she had sucked off
more men than Ann and the rest of the girls.
Kay raised an eyebrow. "Gina, you and Ann need more training. Both of
you will be on Stage 1 competing for the flask. You both get to service the
'Three Dick' winners who wanted to wait, as well as any other special chip
winners. I will be watching closely as well as Blair and Bree. We will
determine the winner of the flask." Gina's shoulders sank. Ann's face was a
frown of puzzlement. As a rookie on the Special Team, she didn't understand
and asked Kay, "What are we to do, Miss Chambers?" Kay smiled back evilly,
"Both of you will be fucked royally by the time the night is out, my dear.
Three Dick winners and special chips means you will be taking them on three
at a time - ass, cunt and mouth - simultaneously. And, they get to switch
positions whenever they want." Ann's eyes went wide in surprise. She was an
accomplished cocksucker, having eaten thirty-three loads of cum for the
night, and she has been fucked several times, by the coach and the male
gymnasts from the last meet. But she's never had a cock up her ass. 'God,'
she thought. "Up my ass. It's so small and tight.' Kay continued softly,
"And the loser will drink all the cum in the flask before we close for the
night. Any questions? No, then let's head for the playroom. Our benefactors
are waiting." And Kay turned briskly and walked out the door.
Gina and Ann just eyed each other warily. Neither wanted the flask.
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