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Denise Stockton nervously caressed her firm tits through the material of her filmy nightgown when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Clark. Her husband would have used his key and let himself in.

Yet, she was still nervous. She had been having the affair with Clark Hunter for over a month now, and she still got butterflies in her stomach every time he came over to fuck her.

The thin material flashed around her creamy legs as she ran to the door to let her lover in. Her slender hand trembled slightly, then with greater determination, she slipped back the chain and opened the door for Clark.

Hunter stood in the gathering shadows far a moment, then glided silent as a ghost into the dimly lit hallway. He was a middle-aged man but solid. He didn't believe in letting himself go to flab. His stomach was firm and hard, and his muscles were powerful -- Denise loved it when he pulled her body down hard against his and crushed her in his passionate embrace.

"Clark, you're late! What happened?"

"Sorry, doll, but the traffic's fierce tonight. I guess it must be the crowd from the baseball game that made things so rough. Did you miss me?"

He knew the answer immediately. Denise threw her arms around his neck and smothered his face with her wet, lustful kisses. Clark didn't mind the attention in the least. He loved the idea of having such a gorgeous brunette for a mistress. Denise had tits that were ample; not too big, but big enough. Clark thought that anything more than a mouthful -- or a handful -- was a waste of good tit flesh.

The man felt the aroused tips of Denise's boobs poking into his chest while she kissed him. His hands roved restlessly up and down her back and finally came to rest on the smooth lines of her taut ass. Denise was only twenty-two, but she had been married for five years. Clark would have smiled if Denise's mouth hadn't been so eagerly pressed against his.

Seducing her had been a snap.

Clark didn't have any delusions about his masculinity. He knew he was an attractive man and in good shape, but it wasn't every day a looker like Denise came along. When he realized that she'd never fucked a man other than her husband, it was simple to seduce her.

He sensed she was both tired of her husband, Ray, and curious about what she had missed by being married while other chicks were out laying every guy who came along.

Clark had met Denise at a party given by the real estate firm Ray worked for, and the rest was history. Their first meeting had been tense, then Clark had managed to break through the nervousness of the scene and fucked the hell out of Denise.

He knew that the five years of marriage to Ray had never given her an orgasm from the way she looked at him after he had finished reaming her tight, hot cunt.

Denise broke off the kiss and hung suspended from Clark's neck like a gorgeous, sexy necklace.

"Damn right I missed you!" she cried.

Clark studied the woman in the twilight of the hallway. He felt his cock growing harder and harder as he looked into her glowing eyes, eyes radiating nothing but yearning for his long, hard dick. Clark managed to break the hypnotic stare and look farther down the woman's well formed body.

When he came to the half exposed tits bulging up out of her nightgown like fleshy melons, Clark felt his cock snap rigidly to attention in the prison of his trousers. Those boobs were just too much for the man to look at without doing something.

Clark buried his face between the twin mounds of doughy flesh and began to lap and lick and kiss.

While his mouth was avidly at work stimulating Denise's boobs, Clark's hands began to squeeze the convenient handholds of her asscheeks. The meaty globes flowed under his powerful grip and made sure the woman didn't try to escape.

As if Denise wanted to!

She had been waiting all day for her raven haired lover to come. Ray had been out of town on a business trip for almost a week, and Denise had gotten so damned horny, she masturbated every morning and fucked Clark every night.

She felt the fires inside her cunt begin to burn with a fierceness that she never experienced with Ray. Her husband was simply unable to turn her on like Clark did.

Denise didn't know if it was because Clark was... illicit... or not. She thought it was very kinky to have a lover. It was also adultery, and her strict upbringing told her it was wrong.

But it was even, more wrong that Ray couldn't give her an orgasm. After five years of fucking, not once had she experienced an orgasm. The very first time Ray screwed her and took her cherry had been paradise. She had married him only to find that a silly teenager's notions of a good lay were different from what a more mature woman expected, needed.

The first time she had balled Clark had been paradise, too. But it was a completely different type of paradise. She had come with the pent up force of five years of almost constant fucking. The denied sexuality had found its release at long last.

Her morals told her it was wrong to keep meeting Clark while she was still married to Ray. But her cunt was the more dominant. It told her Clark was a good lover, that she needed him badly to feed her sexual fires, to satisfy her craving for a good lay.

The feel of his hands on her butt sent tingly sensations knifing into her cunt and made it water. His lips on her partially exposed boobs increased the woman's breathing rate until she was gasping for air. Denise sounded like a fish out of water, yet it was so damned nice!

The brunette felt her tits expand with the added blood as her frenzied heart pumped wildly. When her boobs felt like milk bags getting ready to explode, she gasped out, "Clark, oh, Clark! Fuck me! I need your cock inside me!"

The man lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom. All the while, his mouth never left her tits. Clark was getting off on mouthing Denise's knockers and wasn't going to stop now. When she was properly aroused and trembling with suppressed lust for him, then and only then would he abandon those succulent mountains of marshmallowy flesh and fuck the hell out of her.

Clark stumbled into the bed and fell full length on it, Denise crushed under his massive weight. Denise didn't complain. To her, this was the culmination of her day of patient waiting for her lover. This was her reward for being so calm and collected. Now, she'd get the screwing she so desperately needed.

How her cunt ached for long, vibrant cock!

The front of her nightgown fell open and fully exposed her heaving boobs to Clark's lusting gaze.

"Fuck me, Clark, fuck meeee! Ohhhh!"

The man moved his hand from her rounded buttcheeks to the youthful, firmly fleshed thigh. He had run his groping hand up the lily white pathway until it found the matted pussy bush hidden at the vee of the brunette's thighs. Clark's hand quickly shot up the tight, hot tunnel of Denise's flowing cunt.

Denise felt her lover's hand stroke upwards along her leg. The pressure on her thigh made her wiggle and tremble in anticipation. He was so close to her steaming cunt!

When Clark's finger dived into her frothy pussy, Denise cried out, "OOOOOOH YESSS!"

Her cunt hole was impaled by his digit. The woman wiggled and shoved her hips down in a vain attempt to fuck herself on his finger. The tiny rod was simply not enough for the wanton woman.

Clark knew that and immediately added a second finger up her twat. He loved the feeling of power he had over the struggling, naked beauty stretched out in front of him on the bed. Every time he wiggled his fingers buried up inside the woman's gushing twat, she'd begin to buck and hunch up to meet the thrust.

"How's that, sweetheart?"

He started to twist and flex his fingers in her hole at the same time. Denise felt searing knives of fire leap into her belly. Her cunt was on fire with the lust she held for Clark. She didn't want his fingers crammed up her twat.

Denise wanted cock!

"Fuck me! Your cock -- I want your Goddamn, long, hard, fucking cock in me!"

"Whatever you want!"

Clark's left hand had been stripping off his clothing while he diddled the brunette's pussy. By the time he had his shorts off and kicked aside, his right hand was completely drenched in Denise's cunt juices.

She was ready for his cock. More than ready.

Clark pulled his hand out of her cunt with a lewd smacking noise and ran his hands under her thighs. He quickly moved into position between her open, inviting thighs and shoved his crotch powerfully forward into hers.

As he moved forward on the woman's body, he flexed his arms and got her knees draped over his shoulders. In this position, Denise's cunt was split wide open for the entry of his cock.

Denise reached down and fumbled around for a moment in her haste to have Clark's dong inside her aching match. She couldn't focus her eyes because of the wild sensations assaulting her brain. She felt Clark's hands groping for her tits.

Every time he touched one of the marble topped crests, a flare of burning napalm scorched deep into her chest. Clark's hands began to knead the bulging globes of her boobs as if they were bread dough. Denise felt his fingers stroking and lingering on the slopes of the snowy cones, squeezing and letting her pliant flesh flow between them.

Those sensations filled her chest but feeling split apart by hanging her legs over the man's broad shoulders was even more of a turn on. Her dribbling cunt was stretched wide. She was completely exposed to whatever Clark wanted to do to her.

Finally, Denise's hand found the throbbing warmth of Clark's mighty prick. She gripped his hard-on and stroked up and down its length for a quick moment before dragging the meaty rod to her pussylips.

Denise felt the broad purpled crown press into her bloated gash. The jolts of sexual electricity that surged throughout her body made her moan in reaction.

She had to have him fuck her!

When Denise had grabbed hold of his tool, Clark almost came. The feel of her slender, clutching fingers on his cock was so erotic and sensual he had to exert his iron control to the utmost. He felt the hot juices of her cunt ooze out and dribble onto his twitching prick.

Clark allowed Denise to guide him forward a little more until his cock was buried about an inch up her twat. Then he stopped to revel in the fiery feeling of her steaming hole. Denise had the tightest and hottest cunt he had ever fucked.

Clark prided himself on finding virgin tight pussies, but Denise's was the best he had discovered so far. That was one reason he had stuck with her for over a month. The other reason was her enthusiasm. She was good in bed and getting better under his expert instruction. But she was so puppy dog eager to please him.

The man wondered how far he could go and still keep Denise jumping into bed at the snap of his fingers.

It was a matter he put to the back of his mind for the moment. Right now, he was too engrossed in the consuming fires blazing inside the woman's cunt. The heat surged out of her cunt tunnel like heat from a blast furnace. Clark felt the ripply pussy walls around his knob and knew that he wouldn't be able to keep still much longer.

He pushed his hips forward the slightest amount.

His dick seared an inch into Denise's eagerly awaiting, cock hungry cunt. As Clark's prick moved into her twat, he leaned forward. He shoved Denise's legs down to her belly and bent her pretzel fashion.

As her legs were pressed closer and closer to her stomach, her cunt was more widely exposed to Clark's long prick. He wasted no time in slowly gliding up the fierce, hot and clutching tight hole to the brunette's belly.

An inch short of being fully buried up Denise's cunt, Clark stopped. He gasped and began to moan from the emotions building in his body. His balls had tightened in to tiny, hard rocks that threatened to blast out their load of cum at any instant. His meat was being burned by the heat of her cunt. And the pressure all along the length of his cock made him fear his tool might be crushed flat.

With a mighty shove, he buried his cock balls deep up Denise's cunt.

"AAAIIEEE!" was her response.

Clark only gasped in reaction. He had shoved his pulsing rod fully up the woman's twat. Now he pulled out as fast as he could. There was an obscene, liquid squishing noise as he withdrew. A slight pop signaled when only the head of his cock remained in the woman's quim.

Clark's dung was completely drenched with Denise's twat juice now. His second trip up her seething cunt was faster, more powerful. He began a rhythmic fucking that was designed to drive Denise mad with insane lust for his prick.

Clark succeeded.

Denise felt like she was filled to over flowing with his massive dong. As Clark began fucking her man hole faster and faster, Denise noticed thousands of tiny things she had missed before. The cunt juice dribbling down her perineum and into her asshole tickled. The feel of Clark's foreskin sliding back on his cockhead stimulated her pussylips before he plunged powerfully into her cunt.

As he fucked her pussy, the brunette felt the flames of lust ignite in her belly. Her cunt walls rippled and contracted with the approaching orgasm.

Denise was lost in the wilderness of her body's sensations. In spite of the stretched feeling of having her legs draped over Clark's shoulders, she was in paradise. She couldn't remember when she had felt more aroused and hotter!

Clark had freed her of her sexual boredom and shown her the joys of orgasm. For that, she thanked him. Every time he fucked her, she thanked him. He could give her body the cock it needed for sexual release, and that was something her husband had never been able to do. Clark was just a damn good lay, and it was stupid comparing him to the mediocre and unimaginative Ray.

Denise tried to buck up and shove her cunt down even more over Clark's impaling prick. She was pressed firmly down into the softness of the bed's mattress by the weight of the man's body. But she didn't really need to move. Clark was doing a good job of screwing her. His long piece of meat rammed deep into her horny box. With the woman bent double and even more open to his fuck thrusts, Clark was burying his huge, iron hard cock fully nine inches up her cunt.

The fires inside Denise began to blaze with increasing lust. Soon, the lightest touch of Clark's cock drove her mad with lust. The feel of his wick twitching and throbbing with masculine vitality inside her pussy, the expanded head of his tool smashing into her cuntlips, the friction of his passage along her cunt walls all pushed Denise over the wonderful abyss of orgasm.

She climaxed.

"OOOOHHHHH! CHRIIIIST!" she screamed, she clutched fiercely at his back, scratching him.

Clark felt the sharp sting of Denise's fingernails raking his back. This drove him on to even faster fucking of her man hole. He felt the contractions of her cunt around his pistoning rod as she came. The velvety walls of her quim damped down on his prick like vise pipe. He felt like he would be burned to a nubbin by the incredible heat of her climaxing snatch. Clark sensed the liquid cunt juice dribbling out around the plug of his dick as he dammed full force into her spasming hole.

The heat and grasping tightness of the brunette's cunt became too much, even for a man with the control Clark possessed.

Clark climaxed.

He felt white hot cum boil up from his balls and slowly, agonizingly creep along his rigid dick. When the fiery tide was halfway down his cock, he felt as if he were rupturing at the seams. His dong fire hosed around inside her cunt and whitewashed the velvety, wet walls with sizzling fuck juice.

Spurt after long, gooey spurt of jism erupted from his prick, and Clark bucked and humped into Denise's cunt with all his might. As soon as the fierce tides of orgasm had receded from his body, Clark straightened and allowed Denise to drop her legs to either side of his body.

She had been bent completely double by his forceful fucking. Denise had received another wonderful screw that had momentarily sated her body's lusts.

Clark looked down into Denise's loving brown eyes as he smiled and asked, "Was it good enough, doll?"

"Terrific, Clark. Simply terrific! I wish I could have you around all the time. I get to feeling so damned trapped with Ray. It's enough to make me want to scream."

"Like you did a few minutes ago?" Clark teased.

"No, dammit! I feel like a prisoner around here. Ray goes off on his trips and leaves me all alone. If he'd only take me along with him... Oh, hell, what good would that do? He's so crummy in bed it makes me sick. Even more so now that I've found a well hung stud like you!"

Her loving eyes, filled Clark with pride. He had really gotten to this chick. The difference in their ages didn't matter at all. The way Clark looked at it, he could just fuck fifteen years better than her husband and thus satisfy her fifteen years better.

"Look, doll, why don't we just go on up to Las Vegas for the weekend? I can get away from my keeper..." Clark's voice trailed off for a moment when he mentioned his wife. Clark was so demanding and shrewish it made him want to kill her. But he knew better. She'd inherit all that bread as soon as her aunt kicked off, and Clark was no fool. He'd, be rich in another year or two. Until then, he could fuck around with chicks like Denise... "and we can live it up for a couple days. What do you say to that?" He knew what her reaction would be.

"Do you mean it, Clark? Las Vegas? WOW!" Denise managed to sit up and throw her arms around his neck. Clark allowed himself to be pulled down to the bed beside the eager woman. As his mouth met hers and their tongues began to erotically duel, he knew he'd be able to fuck her three, maybe four more times that night.

And in Vegas, hell, there'd be no stopping him with a dynamite chick like Denise!

CHAPTER TWO

The jet plane touched down at McCarran International Airport and smoothly taxied to the terminal. Denise and Clark left the 727 arm in arm, the woman bubbling over with her enthusiasm.

"Oh, Clark, this is... is soooo great! I mean, I've never been to Las Vegas before?" The brunette lowered her voice slightly and continued, "And to be here with you..."

She didn't have to finish the sentence. Clark could tell what she meant by the way Denise squeezed down on his brawny arm. She was excited to be going anywhere since her husband had made it a point to leave her at home all the time.

"Well, doll, this is an exciting place." For good measure, he added, "And even more exciting with you here."

These were the words that she wanted to hear. She snuggled closer to him although the desert sun burned down brightly on them. They went into the terminal and found their luggage.

Clark told Denise, "I got us a room at the Stellar Hotel. It's the biggest and newest hotel in all of Clark County."

"Clark County? Did they name it after you?"

Clark laughed. "Hardly, though Heaven knows I've lost enough money in the casinos here that they should!"

They checked into the Stellar. As Clark signed the guest register with a flourish, Denise tugged at his arm and said, "Send the bags on up to the room and let's look around. This place is simply marvelous and so exciting!"

Clark sighed. He was getting horny having the lovely woman clinging to his arm so tightly. He wanted something even tighter around him.

Clark wanted her ultra tight cunt gripping down on his cock!

But he sighed and agreed. If Denise was satisfied with the looks of the hotel, she might be even hotter in bed. Row, the man couldn't imagine, but the thought of even more energetic fucking from the oversexed brunette turned him on in a big way.

"Lead on! Where do you want to go first?"

Denise looked around the massive lobby decorated with all types of outer space gear. A satellite sailed back and forth across the high lobby ceiling winking red and green lights at the patrons below. Space suits gleamed silvery bright from each corner of the room and scantily clad waitresses carried exotic looking drinks to the gamblers.

Clark found one red headed waitress with knockers that couldn't be believed. He idly considered how much silicone must have gone into her boobs to make them twin 45s, then was even more shocked when it occurred to him that her knockers might be for real.

To fuck her.

But Clark's mind was pulled back to the slender brunette by his side. Denise's youthful enthusiasm would more than make up for the professional expertise the redhead probably had.

"Clark, let's go watch the roulette wheel!" Denise didn't want to admit her ignorance, but roulette was about all she knew how to play. As they passed the crap tables, she was astounded to see stacks of hundred dollar bills being passed around like so much play money. At the roulette wheel, on the far side of the room past row upon row of slot machines, Denise was even more amazed at the stacks of large denomination chips that were won and lost.

"Clark, could we try it? Just once? Please?" Her voice was so plaintive, Clark momentarily forgot his intention of fucking her cross eyed the instant they walked into the hotel.

"Okay, doll, anything you want. Wait here for a sec..."

He went and bought ten dollars worth of chips and came back. Denise was hypnotized by the spinning silver ball and the red and black checkerboard of the wheel.

Clark said, "Let's bet this, then go up to the room. How's that sound to you?"

"Fine. But what'll we bet on?"

"You just take these five chips and bet on anything you want."

"But..." Denise started to protest, then said, "never..."

She resolved to do the best she could. The brunette watched a couple of the other players betting on either red or black. Hesitantly, she placed two chips on red.

The ball landed in a black notch, and she lost her bet.

"Oh, damn!" She was mad that she lost so she illogically placed one chip on red and one on black.

"Now, let's see me lose!"

Clark shook his head and decided that he might explain what she had done later.

"Double zero!" cried the croupier and pulled in all chips from the table.

Denise looked dumfounded. "That's not fair! I had a chip on both colors, and it came up green!"

"Them's the breaks, sweetie," Clark said.

"Hell!" Denise declared and tossed her last chip down onto the table. It landed to cover black thirteen.

As she turned to go with Clark to their room, the croupier called out, "Thirteen black the winner!"

Denise stopped far a moment, did a double take, then hauled in the seventy dollars she'd won. She threw her arms around Clark's neck and hugged him.

"I won! I won! Today's my lucky day!"

Clark mentally added, and mine, too doll.

Mine, too!

They went up the ten floors to their room and, when they entered, Denise caught her breath.

The sumptuous room looked like it was fit for royalty. Denise cried as she spun around looking at the gorgeous furnishings, "This is fantastic! I've never dreamed of such a lovely place!"

Clark said, "Any place with you in it, doll, is the loveliest spot on earth." He began stripping off his clothes, his cock snapping erect in front of his groin.

When Denise saw the sign of his lust twitching and throbbing in anticipation of being buried in her cunt, she felt herself begin to grow wet with lust. How she wanted his mighty rod crammed all the way up her cunt!

Denise got out of her clothing in record time. Clark watched, knowing that she could get out of her clothes faster if he didn't try to help her. Women's fashions had too many pitfalls, and he was hornier than hell. He didn't want to impede the progress Denise was making in getting naked.

And divinely naked, too. Her alabaster body gleamed in the light coming in through the open window. Neither of them even thought to close the drapes. They were on the tenth floor and what did it matter if someone did see them?

Clark swelled with pride at the thought that someone might see him putting the prick to a sexy chick like Denise.

His eyes drank in her beauty. Her tits bounced proudly in front of her chest, the cherry nubbins of her nipples cresting her snow white boobs. The rock hard pebbles traced out invisible figure eights as Denise moved. There was no sag in her twenty-two-year-old knockers, the nipples were slightly upturned and pointed directly at Clark. The mere sight of her boobs made his prick even harder than it had been -- something he had thought was impossible.

His coal-black eyes moved down her body to the deep depression of her navel. The shadows played hide and seek in this perfectly shaped well of belly button and seemed to flow down to the thatch of her pussy mound.

The triangle of Denise's muff was an arrowhead painted between her legs. When she stood with her legs slightly spread apart, Clark could see the sunlight outlining her pussylips. Tiny droplets of liquid lust sparkled in the matted fur of her bush and betrayed how excited she was, how badly she wanted his cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. Clark knew that Denise wanted him to fuck her. Seeing her arousal so graphically displayed, he knew how much she needed him.

Clark's eyes reached out and caressed the tender thighs and shapely legs of the statuesque brunette so gloriously naked in front of him. Her tiny feet completed the picture of loveliness. As her full beauty registered, Clark's cock began to bounce and throb and ache in lust. It was his turn to show her how badly he wanted to fuck her.

Clark went to his vision of sheer beauty and grabbed Denise, pulling her powerfully into his arms. He crushed her to his naked chest until the aroused nipples of her tits poked into him. Clark's lips crushed down hard on Denise's crimson red ones, then his tongue parted the lips and entered her mouth.

Once inside the dank cavern, he tasted the sweetness of her saliva and felt the roughness of her coral tongue. Their tongues twirled and railed around for a few minutes, then Clark broke off the deep soul kiss to nibble gently in Denise's perfectly shaped ear.

His tongue surged around the rim and made her writhe and moan and press her body even more firmly against his. Clark had long ago learned that Denise's ear was a sensitive erogenous zone. The feather-light touches he was giving her would drive her passions for him to the point of explosion. And when the brunette's passions were released, they would both find sexual fulfillment.

Clark kissed the tiny ear, then thrust his tongue cock-hard into the small channel. Denise moaned and began to claw at his back.

When the man gently gnawed on the pendulous earlobe, Denise went wild with sexual frenzy.

"OOOHHH! DAMN! Fuck me, fuck meeee! I neeeeed your cock inside meeee! I need your cock!"

Clark paid no attention to her pleas. He knew from past experience that she might not even be aware that she was saying anything at all. When Denise was aroused, her passions got the better of her, and she might do or say anything.

The thought of shutting her up gave Clark the perfect way of accomplishing the task.

With a slight grunt, he lifted her from her feet and dumped the wanton woman on the soft bed. As Denise opened her eyes, she found Clark's balls dangling inches away from her face. Clark had straddled her head and let his cock drift over her mouth.

The succulent rod of man meat was too tempting for Denise to pass up. She grabbed Clark's dick and immediately stuffed it into her greedy mouth. The taste of his prick was better than any rare steak, nicer than any gourmet treat.

It was simply cock. Simple and wonderful!

Denise took the crowned head into her mouth and began to suck on it. The purpled hood was still covered by Clark's foreskin. Using her tongue, she managed to move the thin membrane back off the purpled knob and expose the sensitive flesh underneath. Denise felt Clark shiver with delight as her tongue began to move under the tip of his dick. This tiny flap of skin was the most sensitive portion of his prick.

She made a special effort to lick and suck at the underside of his cock. The skin still wrinkled slightly, but as Denise took more and more of Clark's cock into her face, she could feel his tool expanding with the influx of blood from his wildly pumping heart.

Clark's prick throbbed and jerked inside the brunette's mouth. Denise had to fight to hold his rod in as it bucked with a passionate lift of its own. She accomplished this by sucking harder.

Gradually, the lovely brunette drew the massive rod of man-meat into her mouth where she could tongue it. She lavished long slurping licks on the entire length of Clark's stiff cock. His prick appreciated the attention, throbbing with a life of its own.

Clark's hips began to move of their own volition. He began to face-fuck the lovely woman underneath him on the bed. His dick slowly entered, then retreated from her mouth.

As the tempo built up, Denise began to change what she was doing. Instead of allowing her lips to kiss and caress the mighty piston of meat that fucked into her mouth, she clamped her teeth lightly along the incoming prick.

Clark cried out, "Oh, shiiit!" as he felt the carnal waves of sensation rocket into his balls. He almost came when he felt the young woman's teeth scoring along his cock. The hardness of her pearly teeth combined with the wetness of her mouth and the loving kisses from her lips all mixed together to form a sensual experience such as he had never before enjoyed. It drove him up the pinnacle of orgasm, and he almost popped his wad into Denise's mouth.

Clark controlled himself only through great effort. He didn't want to blast off into the brunette's mouth -- not yet.

He wanted more. Lots more of this mouth-love!

Denise wasn't going to let him rest, however. Her agile tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock and wetly caressed his prickshaft until Clark felt the surge of his cum welling up inside his balls. When Denise started to really suck, he lost the battle.

Clark jetted out his jism into her wanton, eagerly awaiting mouth. Wad after wad of cum squirted from his cock. Denise swallowed every drop of the gooey white spunk and continued to suck, silently begging for more of his hot fuck juice.

Clark felt as if Denise would suck his guts out through the end of his prick. He continued to pump his spitting cock in and out of her mouth, fucking as hard as he could. When his dick began to wilt, Clark knew that it would be a few minutes before he could enjoy this mouth-fucking again. "Thanks, doll. Now's your turn!"

Clark's hands lingered for a moment on the smooth white thighs in front of him, then he pushed the satiny legs apart to expose the dark bush of Denise's muff.

Clark bent forward and immediately applied his mouth to the slick tissues of her open pink gash. He smelled the musky odor of an aroused woman, but he didn't have to rely on his nose to tell him that Denise was hot and willing.

The instant he saw the cunt juice welling out of the depths of her hole, Clark knew that Denise was horny. He caught up her pussylips in a lewd, erotic kiss, running his tongue along the puffy edges of the trapped twat lips. Clark made sure that he licked up every single drop of the cunt juice.

And he stimulated Denise to the point where she was constantly bucking and thrashing about under him, too. The touch of his tongue and lips on her bloated gash pushed her higher and higher up the peak of sexual fulfillment. The lightest caress with his tongue was like a flame thrower searing her guts. When his probing tongue thrust into Denise's greedy cunt, the beautiful woman came.

All the suppressed sexual desires she had penned up inside erupted in a mighty explosion. Clark was almost drowned by the increased torrents of cunt juice, but be held on and continued to slurp up the tasty, tangy fluid.

As Denise's body relaxed slightly from the orgasm she had experienced, Clark again shoved his tongue up her quim. He tasted the salty cunt juice, swirled his tongue around the pinkly scalloped inner pussylips and along her velvety cunt walls. He was lost in the wonderland of Denise's seething snatch.

His nose pressed firmly into her perineum while his chin rubbed her pussy mound. Clark began to move his tongue like a snake's, darting it in and out of Denise's dainty, pink-lipped cunt, each thrust allowing him to suck up more and more of the brunette's tasty twat juice.

Clark soon tired of this and moved backward a bit to find Denise's clit. The tiny pillar of pink flesh poked up and out of the flaps of her pussylips. He instantly engulfed the clit and began to suck as if his very life depended on it.

It was as if the slightest sucking pulled Denise's entire body off the bed. Waves of erotic sensation surged throughout her body when her lover touched her go-button. Explosions of carnal intensity began in her belly and spread throughout her cunt and up her spine. Warmth filled her body like water poured into a pot.

Denise was totally captivated by Clark's mouth on her passion bud. And Clark knew it. In fact it delighted him to know that he held her captive with nothing more than his mouth. He could suck and she would begin to writhe about with intense pleasure. He could flick his tongue across her clit, and Denise would cry out. Clark ran his teeth up and down the tiny spire that was the center of all of Denise's erotic sensations, and she came.

"AAAIIEEE!! OOOHHHHH GOD!"

Clark continued to torment the woman with his mouth and tongue. He wanted to bring her off again. He wanted to make sure that she knew it was a man sucking on her and not some twit like her namby-pamby, lousy lay of a husband.

Clark succeeded.

Denise moaned, "Fuck me! Oh, Clarrrrk! Tongue-fuck meeee!"

The raven-haired man began to run his tongue up and down between the flaps of Denise's cuntlips. Each time he touched the rosy flaps, Denise cried out for him to fuck her.

He knew that lightning bolts were surging through her body. He wanted to bring them home to her brain. He wanted to completely fog her with lust.

Denise felt the light, tantalizing flicks of Clark's tongue along her puffy gash. And when his tongue plunged deeply into her cunt hole, electricity volted into her belly. Acid seared along her nerves every time Clark ground his chin into her pussy mound or wiggled his nose against her sensitive perineum.

Denise climaxed again when she felt the man's agile tongue invade her asshole.

As she glided down from her third orgasm, she knew that another wasn't far behind. The liquid feel of her cunt, the lightning-swift entry and exit of Clark's tongue into her twat hole, convinced her of that.

Denise tried to relax but couldn't. As Clark tongue-fucked her, she felt her body tense up again. Cunt juice gushed from her sheath and bathed his face with the thick, musky fluid. In an attempt to bury Clark's tongue inside her twat, Denise arched her back.

The attempt opened her cunt up even wider for the man's oral attentions, but it wasn't necessary. He was already surging as far as he could into her dribbling cunt.

Denise felt the tingle begin in her blood-filled pussylips, then spread into her cunt again. The tingle turned to jabs of sheer pleasure as the black-haired man's tongue continually found the deepest recesses of her quivering twat. Denise's cunt was filled with hard, thrusting tongue.

The jabs that seemed to spear into her belly turned into skyrockets. When the fireworks exploded in her brain, Denise climaxed again. All that could be heard in the room was a single sharp, loud cry from the woman and the lewd, obscene smacking noise as Clark continued to suck out all of the cunt juice he could.

In spite of his expert mouth, Denise's body was too exhausted to continue. Clark knew that his cock was likewise too tired for a good, hard and fast fucking. In a little while after they had rested, they would both be ready again.

Clark rolled off the woman and said, "Let's take a rest, Denise."

The brunette only hummed a dreamy, contented sound.

CHAPTER THREE

Clark rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. He gazed at Denise and wondered about her for the thousandth time since he had met her. What was it that made him so hesitant about this relationship? Clark considered it to be merely another affair, nothing more.

Denise was a good lay, a damn good lay. Young, trim, enthusiastic and willing to try and do almost anything and yet then was a hesitancy whenever he saw her. He knew that she thought it was somehow sinful to fuck a man not her husband but that wasn't too big a problem.

Clark shrugged the feeling off and reached for a cigarette. He fumbled one out of the pack and lit it.

Ray, her husband was a real foal. He had kept a sex-bomb like Denise enclosed and dampened for five years. Ray had been smart marrying Denise. He was a fool for not making more use of her incredible sexual energies than he seemed to. Clark could only shake his head in wonder that Denise had never had an orgasm until he came along.

The black-haired man blew a lazy smoke ring out into the air, watching the smoke get caught in the breeze from the air conditioner and rapidly dissipate. Soon, there was nothing left of the smoke.

Clark blew another puff out into the room.

Denise finally stirred at the aroma of the smoke. She turned over and lovingly gripped at his arm and cock. Clark smiled a bit when the woman's slender fingers encircled his still slumbering dick. If she kept her hand there, his prick would wake up soon enough.

Then they could really fuck.

"Clark?" Denise's voice was quiet, almost pleading.

"Yeah, doll? What is it?"

"Do you love me?"

Clark furrowed his brow a bit. What the hell was this? He thought she knew the rules of the game as well as he did. He shrugged and decided to play along.

"Sure I do, honey. Why do you ask? Aren't you getting enough of my prick to keep you happy?"

"Oh, yes. Yes! It's just that... well, I'm going to divorce Ray. I just can't stand that bastard any longer."

Clark thought about it for a second. He didn't like the way the conversation was going. Fucking was a real groove, and he knew they both got off on it. But this was something else. This sounded like Denise was taking their affair too damn seriously.

"That sounds like something you just thought up on the spur of the moment."

Clark was careful about what he said. He didn't want to commit himself until he completely unearthed all the nasty little thoughts lurking in Denise's pretty head.

"No, I've been thinking real hard on this, Clark. I love you. And you love me. I'm going to divorce Ray, and you can divorce your wife. Then we can get married."

She lovingly squeezed on his arm and prick. Clark let out his pent-up breath and a gusty streamer of cigarette smoke gushed but into the room.

"What makes you think I want to divorce Clarice?" Clark wasn't a fool. With all, that bread his wife had coming, he could be as rich as any of those fat-assed Arab oil sheiks.

Denise looked up in surprise, her brown eyes wide. "Clark! We both love each other!"

She said it as if that was all there was to the matter.

"Yeah. So what? I love a lot of people and don't go around marrying them. Look, Denise, you're a damn good lay. You're one hell of a sexy broad... but marriage? Hell, no!"

Denise sat up in bed. She stared at Clark for a moment, in stark surprise, then said, "I don't believe it! You... you've been using me all this time, haven't you? You don't give a shit what happens to me, what I feel!"

Clark spun and rolled to his feet. He began putting on his clothes as he talked, "Sure I love you. But I'm not going to leave my wife. You can damn well divorce your old man if you want. That's your business. But between us -- that's purely physical. Dig?"

Denise sat crossed-legged on the bed, trembling in anger. Her tits shook slightly as her breath came faster and faster with the emotion she was showing. She was oblivious to the fact that, in this position, her cunt was widely exposed to the man in front of her.

"You... you beast! All you think of is sex!"

"And what's wrong with that?" Clark snapped back. "Are you any better? What were you thinking about when I balled you that first time? You sure as hell weren't thinking about the weather. Admit it, you got off on it."

Denise said nothing.

"Dammit, admit it! You hadn't gotten a good lay since you married that turd! If it hadn't been for me, you'd never have even known what sex could be like!"

Denise crossed her legs and hid her snatch from him as if feeling vulnerable for the first time with Clark. "You think you're such a stud, don't you?"

Clark glared at her.

"Damn right I do. I am, and you know it. Now, are you going to cut out this 'marriage' shit so we can get back to fucking or not?"

"You won't marry me?"

Clark didn't say another word. He picked up his suitcase as he went out the door, slamming it behind him.

For a moment, Denise looked at the closed door in astonishment. Then she rolled over on her stomach and began to sob, her cries muffled by the soft bed. All her hopes had walked out the door with Clark. She had loved him and the bastard had been using her.

Using her like some Goddamn whore.

In a while, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, Denise pulled herself together. She dried her teats and wiped at her nose. Clark wasn't really gone. The brunette knew that deep down. He'd just stalked off in a fit of rage and would return soon.

In the meantime, she'd show him. She'd go down to the bar and get roaring drunk. Denise dressed in a low-cut dress she had brought along and went down to the bar.

Down in the dimly lit lounge, few people were around. Most were out in the casino gambling. Denise could hear the whirring of the slot machines and occasional jangles of tumbling coins when some lucky person hit a jackpot. Denise didn't have the heart to go out and try her luck. All she wanted to do was get drunk and forget her troubles. She picked a quiet corner in the bar and sat down.

When the scantily clad waitress came up, Denise was momentarily confused. She didn't drink very often and, when she did, she usually let Ray or Clark order.

She asked for the first thing that popped into her head.

"Let me have a double martini."

The waitress raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Drowning your sorrows, honey, or do you just like the olives?"

"Get me the drink and shut up," Denise snapped.

The waitress shrugged her shapely shoulders and went off, wiggling her ass in case any of the male patrons were nearby and could see. She soon came back and placed the drink in front of Denise.

"That's two bucks, honey. Think the olives will make you any sexier?"

Denise didn't throw the ten-dollar bill at the waitress, but she wished to hell that she could have.

By the time Denise had finished off six of the martinis, she was completely drunk, which was why she never saw the waitress steal all the money from her purse. Quickly and efficiently she had been left drunk and penniless.

When she ordered another drink and found that all of her money was missing, Denise didn't know what to do. She'd had almost a hundred dollars, including the money she'd won at the roulette table. Now, it was all gone.

"Sorry, honey. No money, no drinkee."

"That's all right. I'll pay for it."

The waitress turned and saw a man dressed in a violet, pink and canary-yellow aloha shirt, open at the collar. She shrugged. "Okay, buddy. It's your money."

The man slipped into the seat next to Denise and said, "Hope you don't mind me butting in like that. I know how it is... forgetting your money sometimes."

Denise nodded and sipped at her drink. Through the fog of alcohol that blanketed her brain, she saw an attractive man; not outstanding in looks, but not ugly.

Before she knew it, they were walking along, his arm around her waist. Much to Denise's surprise, she found she needed the extra support to keep from bouncing off the walls. The brunette had had too much to drink and barely realized it until she tried to stand.

"Don't worry about a thing, Denise," the man was saying. "We'll be up in my room in a couple minutes. Then we can get down to some fun times, you know?"

Denise nodded slightly, then turned in the circle of the man's arm to say, "Did I find out what your name was?"

"I've got so many names. Just call me Conrad." He guided her along the hallway to the door of one of the suites on the topmost floor of the hotel.

When the man opened the door, Denise caught her breath. The room she and Clark had was nice, but this was tremendous. It was outfitted for some hedonist. Someone who devoted his life to enjoying every possible luxury. The carpet was as soft as grass on a golf course. The round bed dominating the center of the massive room was fitted with white satin sheets.

A night in white satin kept going through Denise's head. She glanced up and saw the mirrors overhead. Every action on the bed would be reflected for the enjoyment of the people fucking.

"Like it?" asked Conrad.

"Hell, yes!" Denise staggered out of his arms and fell headlong onto the bed.

"Bring on the cavalry!" she cried for no [missing text].

Conrad began stripping off his clothes.

"No need for an entire regiment. I'll be able to keep you happy for a while!"

When Denise saw the man's dick slowly rising in front of his crotch, everything began to blur. Was this Clark? Ray? No, it was someone else. Who? What was the difference? He had a big cock and he wanted to stuff it into her aching, hollow cunt.

Maybe that would drive away the pain deep down inside her. Denise was feeling alone and deserted in this strange town. She needed someone to comfort her, and Conrad was offering to do just that.

She let the naked man take off her clothes as she watched his practiced motions in the mirror overhead. The ripple of his muscles along his shoulders and down his back fascinated her. He was a small man, yet he had well-toned muscles.

She liked that.

She liked it even more when Conrad began to suck on one of her tits. His wet mouth engulfed the entire ruddy plain of her areola, his tongue lashing out and pelting the growing nipple with blow after wet blow.

Denise moaned in pleasure as Conrad started to suck. He pulled the little red finger of flesh into his mouth to better tongue and lick at it. Denise's nipple received the most attention it had in a long time. Conrad didn't leave a single square millimeter of flesh untouched. He swirled, and moved his tongue around and around and tickled the aroused nipple until Denise laughed in joy.

"Tha... that's gooood, Conrad. So gooood!"

All the man could reply was, "Ummmm!"

But he continued to suck as much tit flesh as he could, slowly opening his mouth and taking the entire top of her boob into his mouth. Then he began to strain his jaws as the entire marshmallowy mound disappeared into his face.

Denise's tit didn't quite fit. Because of this, Conrad left red tooth marks up and down the sides of the snowy white cones. The slight pain heightened the sensation, however, and soon Denise was thrashing about wildly everytime Conrad's tongue pressed firmly down into her nipple.

His wet, rough tongue dragged along the delicate surface and pushed her erotic sensations to the highest possible intensity. Every touch was sheer delight. Soon, Denise couldn't bear to have Conrad ever leave her jugs unattended.

But he did. Conrad loved sucking on the milk bags, but he wanted more than a mouthful of tit.

His mouth closed over Denise's, his tongue flashing out again like a lightning bolt and worming its way into her mouth. Kissing deeply, Conrad's tongue caressed and lightly stroked Denise's. The sharp tang of her saliva met his tastebuds, and he felt his prick strain and harden to the point where it actually pained him. It throbbed and begged for release. It hurt. It was on fire. It was on fire, and the only liquid that would put the carnal blaze out was the cunt juice trickling from between Denise's satiny thighs.

Conrad wasn't one to waste time. He rolled over on top of the brunette and spread her legs with one hand. Denise instinctively spread her thighs wide.

How badly she needed a man's cock inside her cunt!

In an instant, Conrad thrust forward and his steely prick penetrated the fleshy fortress of Denise's pussy. He felt his dick gobbled up by the sucking, swallowing action of Denise's greedy cunt. As if he were being pulled into a whirlpool, Conrad found himself being dragged forward with even more force than he was exerting.

Buried balls deep inside the brunette's seething cunt, Conrad gloried in the warmth and liquid heat that bathed his massive prick. The juices of the woman's churning pussy seeped into his pillar of manmeat. He felt as if his cock was a long fuse being lit by Denise's intense inner fires.

"Yesss, oh, yesss!" the woman moaned, slurring her words. "Fuck me hard! I need you up my cunt! All the way!"

Conrad gulped as Denise contracted her cunt muscles. The force gripping his buried dong was incredible. The woman had almost complete control over her cunt muscles and made sure that the man wasn't going to leave his snug berth inside her twat.

As if Conrad wanted to!

"Ready for this, baby?"

With those words, Conrad rapidly pulled his prick out of her cunt, then smashed back into the lovely brunette's box with bruising strength. Conrad collided with Denise's tender pussylips and compressed them around his mighty dong. His balls slapped wetly against the woman's ass. And his eight-inch cock seared its way into the lovely woman's heaving belly until it was surrounded by velvety cunt walls.

"UnngghHHH!" Denise moaned as she felt the man's body ram into hers. The feeling of his pubic hair rubbing across her crotch drove her wild. The coarse hair tickled her erect clit with prickly, scratchy feelings. And the sensations of Conrad's dick surging into her humid cunt was completely and totally indescribable.

Denise was filled to overflowing with prick. She wanted to scream out her joy at having all the cock she could take. She was impaled on a spike of quivering, hard meat and could do nothing but move around it. As her juices trickled out around the plug that sealed her tight cunt hole, Denise finally succumbed to the urge and screamed out her passions.

Conrad smirked a bit, then said in a lust-dulled voice, "Really getting off, eh? How about this?"

He pulled out of the tight sheath of hot female flesh and thrust into Denise's twat one more time. The tremors that racked her body signaled an orgasm from the feeling in her belly, along the walls of her cunt, in the sensitive clit, even in her bulging tits, Denise knew that she was going to climax soon.

Conrad slowly extracted his dick amid a flood of cunt juice that soaked his balls. The man ignored the tickly feeling as he prepared for another mighty thrust up the tight snatch that Denise so willingly opened for him. He couldn't remember ever fucking a tighter, hotter chick before. Even his first piece of ass hadn't seemed this tight. And Conrad wasn't going to waste it. He wanted to prolong the wondrous sensation of shaving his cock into a flaming hot, vise-tight cunt as long as possible.

Denise trembled as Conrad's cock slid from her cunt. She felt the throb-throb-throb of his mighty dong inside her drooling snatch slowly retreat until only the broad, purpled head of his dick remained lodged inside her gash.

Denise writhed constantly on the bed, now feeling the satin under her back. The smoothness and cool crispness of the sheets turned her on. She'd never fucked on satin before. Doing it made it obvious why some of her friends continually raved about the sensuality of it. Each tiny motion was sensuous, a hedonist's delight.

When she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, she saw the mirror reflecting the image of two people fucking it took her lust-and-alcohol fogged mind an instant to realize that it was she with the creamy white legs spread so wide. And that it was Conrad with the meaty cock that was being shoved into the dark patch of her cunt mouth.

Another tremor vibrated throughout her body with the realization that she could both feel and watch herself being fucked. Never before had such an opportunity presented itself to her. It was the ultimate turn-on for the woman.

Cock seared her cunt and filled her insides with flaming desires. Electric discharges jolted through her brain and ignited depth charges deep inside her horny twat.

And watching Conrad's muscles now as he fucked her, seeing the entire sex act from the overhead perspective, was an added bonus.

The figures in the mirror rocked and bucked together. Denise hunched up to meet Conrad's thrust into her cunt and the reflection in the mirror did likewise. Conrad straightened to agonizingly pull out his prick for another thrust, and the mirror's reflection duplicated the action.

Denise had a brand-new view of fucking. She idly wondered if she would ever get off on just watching two people fuck, if she might be a voyeur rather than an active participant.

When Conrad's cock raced along her cunt, all such thoughts were erased from her mind. It was too good to ever give up to just watch. She could dig watching herself getting fucked, but doing it was the real thrill.

Conrad couldn't see the mirror but he didn't really care. He could watch Denise. The woman's tits heaved up and down as her breath began to come in sharp, staccato bunts. Watching the boobs bounce and dance like puppets turned Conrad on even more.

He picked up the tempo of his fucking, gulping as he felt the contractions of Denise's cunt as she climaxed. A giant's velvet-gloved fist grabbed at his entire dong. As if intent on milking him of every drop of his cum, Denise's cunt walls continued to squeeze tighter and tighter on his cock.

Conrad wasn't finished. He wanted more. He wanted to experience more of the woman's tight cunt, her inner heat, her passion-racked body.

Soon, he couldn't control his hips any longer. Conrad began fucking into her man-hole with long, fierce strokes. He slammed into her crotch with the force of waves smashing into a rocky coastline. His balls had tightened into a hard, compressed sphere that hung suspended under his huge prong, but they still collided with Denise's ass. Every thrust into the eager woman's cunt was deeper, more powerful.

Soon, Denise climaxed again.

"OOOOHHHH! Fuck me harrrrd!" she cried, then bit her lower lip as she fully experienced the cock reaming out her aunt.

Conrad gulped as he felt his cum racing along his steel-hard shaft. When he erupted inside Denise, his jism spewed forth like an erotic fountain, bathing her juicy cunt with spurt after long spurt.

Finally, spent and tired, Conrad slowly stopped his frenetic fucking. Ali too soon, his cock deflated to limply dribble out of Denise's cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice.

"You're really something," he said to Denise. "I like a pro that gets off an her work."

Denise mumbled a few words that Conrad didn't understand. She was too busy studying the scene in the mirror overhead and enjoying the feel of the satin under her shoulders and ass.

Denise glanced at the naked man kneeling between her still widely spread legs.

She said, "You're not so bad yourself."

Conrad awkwardly disengaged himself from his position between her creamy smooth thighs. He walked over to his pants and pulled out his wallet.

"Fifty bucks?" he asked.

Denise was confused. "What's that?"

"I said, is fifty bucks your going rate? I'll toss in another ten because you're such a hot one." He pulled out a fifty and a ten and tossed them on top of Denise's discarded dress.

"What the hell do you think I am?" the woman stormed, realizing that he thought she was a whore.

"Look," Conrad said, menace in his voice, "you're not going to shake me down for any more than that. You're a damn good lay but not worth any hundred bucks. Take the money and get the hell out of here."

Denise sat on the sumptuous bed for a moment considering her position. She was broke and abandoned in Las Vegas. Clark had dumped her and left for good. All her money was gone. And now Conrad was giving her sixty bucks for fucking.

In spite of her in-bred morals, she silently dressed, took the money and left. It wasn't right to take money for fucking, but there was no doubt that she'd need the bread. Denise decided she would consider this a loan and pay Conrad back whenever she managed to get some legitimate money.

CHAPTER FOUR

Denise left Conrad's room without even a glance behind her. She was confused and bewildered. She had done something she considered evil and yet...

Was it so bad? There was no way of getting around the fact that she was in a bad fix. She needed money now that Clark had dumped her. And there was no way she could go crawling back to Ray. She would have to beg and plead and humiliate herself.

The more Denise thought about how easy it was to make the sixty dollars, the less guilty she felt about it. Hadn't she been fucking Clark for over a month? And what did she really get out of it? A lot of heartache and not much else.

The trip to Vegas would have been the first real thing besides getting balled that Clark had come through with. And at the first instant he had abandoned her.

Denise's mouth firmed to a thin line. She'd show them. She'd show them all that she could get along all right without their help.

She went back to the bar, still a little tipsy from all the alcohol she had put into her system earlier. The fantastic fucking on the satin sheets had burned most of the booze from her brain, but enough remained to make her a little wobbly.

The waitress came back and, sarcasm dripping from her voice, said, "How was it, kid? Was the hick a good screw?"

Denise looked up and squarely faced the waitress. Her voice was low when she said, "He was a damn good lay. Probably better than any you've had -- if a loud-mouthed bitch like you gets any at all!"

The waitress started to retort when a raucous laugh cut her off. She turned and saw a burly man approaching.

He was dressed in a very expensive suit. His gait was confident like a man used to commanding -- and being obeyed instantly.

He pushed a wave of dark-brown hair out of his eyes as he said, "Sounds like she's got you pegged, Liz. Why don't you buzz off and annoy someone else? This chick's too far out of your league."

As the waitress turned to go, the man coldly said, "And bring us two drinks."

The waitress looked back over her shoulder, sheer hatred masking her features, but she said nothing as she stalked off.

"My name's Thompson," he said without preamble as he sat down beside Denise in the boot.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Thompson."

The man chuckled. "Not mister... not for you, good looking. Just Thompson. I don't like complicated names." It was apparent he was asking what hers was.

Denise told him, then asked, "Why did you bother to come to bat for me? You could have let that bitch chew me up all she wanted. I'm nothing to you."

"No trouble at all, Denise. I don't like Liz, and she don't much like me, either. See, I dumped her a month or two ago because she's got such a big mouth."

"Haven't you, Liz?" The waitress had returned with their drinks and had been eavesdropping.

The man tossed a hundred-dollar bill to Liz and said, "Keep the change. You can probably use it, what with your nickel and dime customers." Thompson laughed as Liz snatched up the bill and left.

"She looks like she could get pretty mean."

"Liz? Damn right, she can. But I can get even nastier, and she knows it. Hell, I've walked over tougher ones than her in my day."

Denise studied the man. He was an odd combination of sophistication and crudeness. She asked, "What's your business?"

He didn't hesitate as he answered, "Broads." Seeing the look on her face, Thompson laughed and added, "I'm a gambler by trade. Broads are just a hobby."

Denise hadn't missed the roll of large denomination bills or the fact that he had paid Liz a hundred for drinks that cost only four dollars.

"Gee, I don't know much about gambling. Would you like to show me some of the games?"

Thompson looked at her, then smirked, "Sure. Why not? I know plenty of games, and I'll just bet you know a couple yourself, eh?"

They left the bar and went to the crap table. Thompson managed to lose over two thousand before quitting.

"Just not my day with the ivory cubes. Let's try some baccarat. Now that's a game!"

Denise was confused with the dealing of the cards and the odd "shoe" that contained the decks of cards, but it was quickly apparent that Thompson was at home with the high-stakes game. In less than fifteen minutes, he had his two thousand back and was five hundred dollars ahead. He looked at the pile and sighed.

It was obvious that Thompson wanted to continue, but had other things on his mind. Lady luck wasn't the only game in town. Not when he had a sexy chick hanging on his elbow waiting to be fucked.

Denise looked at him with admiration glowing in her brown eyes. "That's super! I didn't understand much of the game with all those banks and things, but you're good!"

"In more ways than one, baby, in more ways than one. How about coming to my place for a little drink, eh?"

His intent was clear, and Denise realized that the man might be very generous if she put out for him.

It repulsed her, and yet it attracted her. Fucking for money seemed wrong, but what else could she do? She had no other skills but her body.

And Thompson seemed like a nice enough guy.

"Okay, high roller, lead on!"

He took her by the arm and they went outside.

He handed the car keys to the doorman along with a fifty-dollar bill. In a few minutes, a Mercedes 450SL rolled up.

Denise caught her breath at the sight of the expensive car. "Is that yours?"

"Sure is. Paid cash after I had some luck with the nags. Get in and let's roll!"

Thompson's apartment was as lavish as his car. Denise was immediately taken by the expensive furnishings and the obvious cost of the entire pad.

Thompson explained, "When I got money, I spend it. Like what you see around here?"

Denise was momentarily speechless. When she turned to face the gambler, she was caught by surprise. He had dropped his pants and was holding onto a massive hard-on.

Denise's chocolate-brown eyes were riveted to the quivering, jerking rod sprouting from Thompson's crotch. His cock was an ugly red with a purple head that seemed to cry out to the woman, "Spread 'em!"

The attractive brunette knew that the man was well off and might give her enough money to let her stop acting like a whore. That thought and the lusty cock convinced Denise that she could let Thompson do whatever he wanted to with her.

She became watery in the knees at the sight of the aroused prick. Just thinking of having it rammed up her cunt started her heart to beating faster. To be fucked by that mighty tool would be something she would remember for a long time!

"Get the clothes off, kid. My cock's hungry for a piece of ass!"

Denise began undressing and dropping her clothing to the plushly carpeted floor. It was pointless to spend the time neatly folding everything when such a dick was waiting for her cunt.

In a few minutes, she was gloriously naked -- and ready.

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