"Who's the blonde chick with Ben Jackson?"
Big Frank Hammer was leaning nonchalantly against a crap table in his casino. The beautiful brunette to whom he'd just spoken followed his gaze. Her eyes ran up and down Sue Ryan's taut young body, appraising her coolly.
"You planning on taking away more than his money, Frank?" she said, smiling slowly.
"That wouldn't be a bad plan, Glenda," Hammer mused. His eyes raked over Sue's pleasing form.
"Fabulous pair of tits."
"You know… she does look kind of familiar," Glenda said. "I may have seen her picture somewhere. Maybe the society page. Hold on. I'll find out."
Hammer watched Glenda move away across the crowded floor, her lush hips swaying provocatively. Damn fine-looking woman. Then he glanced over at Sue, at her blonde loveliness. What a kick it would be to have both of them in bed at the same time.
After making a few inquiries, Glenda came swaying back. Heads turned as she passed.
"I was right. It was the society page. When she got engaged to Jackson. Her name's Sue. She's Henry Ryan's daughter. The guy who runs that big brokerage firm downtown."
"No shit!" Hammer exclaimed. "How does a gutless asshole like Ben Jackson rate that?"
"I think he brings out the mother instinct in young girls," Glenda said.
Hammer looked at her sharply. "How about you?" he demanded. "Does he do anything for your mother instinct?"
"You should know better, Frank," Glenda replied coolly. "If I were ever unlucky enough to be a mother, I'd eat my young."
"I'll bet you would," Hammer grinned. "That's why I keep you around. In case I have any young that need eating."
"Like little Miss Ryan?"
"Could be," Hammer said thoughtfully. "That gorgeous little hunk of ass might be useful someday."
"I'd love to play fun games with her awhile," Glenda said. "I hate perfect little bitches like that. With their prim, holier-than-thou manners."
Glenda's face hardened for a moment. Her stunning beauty vanished under a mask of cold viciousness.
"You just hold yourself back until I give the word," Hammer warned her.
Just then one of the pit bosses came up to Hammer. "That Jackson guy's asking for more credit. Should I give it to him?" he asked doubtfully.
Hammer hesitated a moment. His eyes were on Sue rather than Ben. "Sure… go ahead," he ordered. "Make it a limit of another two grand."
The pit boss looked surprised. Hammer usually wasn't one to give money away to a bad risk. But he shrugged his shoulders and walked back to Ben. He'd learned a long time ago never to question Big Frank Hammer.
Ben was tense as he watched the pit boss come back toward him.
"It's okay, Mr. Jackson," the pit boss said. "Up to another two thousand."
"There… I told you!" Ben said excitedly, squeezing Sue's arm. "I told you you'd bring me luck!"
"But what if you lose, Ben?" Sue asked. But her heart wasn't in her question. Frankly, she was fascinated by the casino. It wasn't at all like she'd imagined. Instead of dirt and stealth, she was faced with glitter and liveliness.
"Everyone's so well dressed," she whispered to Ben. She had wondered why he wanted to wear his tux.
"Sure… it's a high-class place," Ben said, grinning broadly. "Come on… let's hit the tables."
Taking his stack of chips, Ben pushed toward the roulette tables. "You try your luck," he told Sue.
"But I don't know what to do," she demurred. Nevertheless, she played. Within a short time she was immersed in the gaming.
"Oh, Ben… I didn't know it could be so much fun!" Sue bubbled as she raked in a stack of chips.
"It sure as hell is… especially when you're winning," Ben said ruefully. "I told you you were lucky. Look! Your number's come up again!"
Sue was indeed lucky. Over the next hour she won steadily, until she and Ben were over a thousand dollars ahead. Even after paying off the four thousand Ben was in hock to Hammer.
Worried, the pit boss sidled up to Hammer. "Hey, Frank! That Jackson character's gettin' rich off your money!"
Hammer flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Let them win a little more. Then peel 'em back until they're maybe three, four hundred ahead. String 'em along."
Ben saw the pit boss talking to Hammer. "Hey, Frank!" he called. "Afraid I'm going to win for once?" As usual, Ben had been drinking. He was a little out of control.
Hammer walked over to Sue and Ben. He smiled, the picture of urbanity. "Not at all, Ben," he said suavely. "It's good for the image when somebody makes a killing. I'm glad to see you winning."
Hammer looked inquisitively at Sue. "You haven't introduced us," he reminded Ben.
"Oh… yeah. Sue, this is Frank Hammer, the owner of this joint. Frank, this is Sue Ryan, my fiancee."
"Delighted to meet you, Miss Ryan," Hammer said, bowing slightly. "May I call you Sue?"
"Yes… please," Sue stammered.
Hammer was looking straight into her eyes. Suddenly her legs felt weak. There was an overpowering aura around Frank Hammer. Of power, ruthlessness. A little flutter started in her belly. A moist heat grew between her thighs.
Frank gave her another long look. Sue felt as if he were probing into her soul. Into the darkest, most hidden parts of her.
"Don't let me take you away from your gaming," he said finally. "I hope you have good luck."
Stunned, surprised by her reaction to Hammer, Sue turned back to the table. She didn't win very much after that. Finally, when they were down to three or four hundred dollars, she suggested they leave.
"Don' wanna." Ben said drunkenly. "Wanna win big."
Suddenly Sue felt disgust for Ben. "I did what you wanted, didn't I? You got your money back. Now take me home or I'll go by myself!"
Ben's mouth dropped open. Never before had Sue talked to him this way. His bravado collapsed, and without a struggle, he took her home.
"Don't you want to stay with me tonight?" he asked miserably.
"No. Go home and sleep it off."
Unhappily Ben drove home. His little house seemed cold and empty. Ben was one of those unfortunate persons who can never stand to be alone. Not even for a few hours. He had to drink when he was alone. To kill the fear.
Opening another bottle of whiskey, Ben sat down by the phone. He started calling women, not so much to try to get them to sleep with him as to have someone feminine to talk to. But he always ended up abusing them over the phone.
He was talking to a former girlfriend on the East Coast when there was a knock on the door.
"Hold on, Doris," he muttered into the phone.
Ben nearly choked on his drink when he opened the door. Glenda, from the casino, was standing on the porch, smiling softly at him.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked in her low sultry voice.
"Huh? Oh, yeah… sure. Come in," Ben muttered. His mind was still in a drunken haze. When he had ushered Glenda in, he quickly hung up the phone.
"Uuh… what brings you here?" he asked lamely.
"You. I was watching you at the casino tonight. It occurred to me I hardly know you. I'd like to do something about that."
Ben was stunned. Was he imagining it or was this beautiful woman making a play for him? The mocking, sultry look in her eyes suggested she was.
Ben's blood began to boil. His eyes swept up and down Glenda's lush figure. God, what a build! She was bigger than Sue. Fuller, more mature. Ben guessed she must be about twenty-five. God, what a fuck she must be!
But then fear swept over him. Glenda was Big Frank Hammer's girl. Fucking around with her would be like fucking around with dynamite!
"Aren't you going to ask me to sit down?" Glenda asked.
"Sure… sure…"
Ben waved Glenda toward the couch. He started to sit down on a nearby chair. But Glenda caught his hand and pulled him down beside her.
"I was watching you tonight," she said as he sat stiffly beside her. "I like your style."
Glenda had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She thought Ben Jackson was a gutless creep. Like Frank did. But he did have a nice body. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. Trust Frank to know what he was doing.
"You don't seem happy that I'm here."
"Oh, no… no… I'm glad," Ben blurted. God he was glad! But he was scared. Glenda was so close to him he could feel her body heat. And smell her subtle perfume. She was leaning a little toward him and he found himself staring down the scooped-out neckline of her low-cut dress. What a woman! But she was Frank Hammer's woman!
"Relax," Glenda purred. "I'm not going to bite."
Her hand was on his thigh. To Ben, it felt as if it were burning right through his pantleg.
"You're a very handsome man," Glenda murmured in Ben's ear. And she meant it.
But all Ben could think of was that her hand had shifted a little. Now her fingertips were resting just over his cock. Horrified, he felt his prick begin to grow inside his pants. She'd notice!
She did. Glenda smiled. "Good. I thought you liked me," she said. She knew she was going to have to do it all herself. Her hand moved another inch and gently squeezed Ben's cock through his pants.
"Uuuunnnnggghhh," he grunted. He felt as if he were going to cum in his pants. Incredible. Never before had a woman turned him on so fast. Glenda exuded a kind of earthy sensuality that would melt the balls of a brass monkey.
"You want me to suck it?" Glenda panted.
"Oh… Jesus no!" Ben groaned. The hell with Frank Hammer. He'd do anything to have Glenda touch his cock again.
She sensed it and boldly pulled down his zipper. Ben's shorts tented up through the opening, pushed by his swelling cock.
"Why do men wear such silly underwear?" Glenda said. Reaching in, she fished Ben's cock out through the open fly.
Ben stared down as Glenda's long slender fingers wrapped around his cock. She slowly slid her hand up and down the meaty shaft.
"Do you mind if I suck a little?" Glenda asked. She gave Ben's cock another squeeze. Not a bad prick, she thought approvingly. A little small, but well shaped.
"You want to suck it?" Ben panted. "Oh Christ… how can a guy answer a question like that. Suck it… fuck it… take it home with you. Anything you want. Oh, God, but you're a gorgeous woman!"
Smiling, Glenda got off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of Ben. Her eyes were looking up at him, laughing, as she stuck out her tongue and ran it slowly up and down the underside of his cock.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh," Ben moaned. God! This incredible woman was driving him nuts! He stared down to where her tongue was tickling the underside of his massively swollen glans.
"Maybe I won't suck it. Maybe I'll just lick it," Glenda said. "Like a popsicle."
Ben's cock was swelling larger and larger. The biggest he'd ever seen it. God! What a day! This afternoon he'd taken Frank Hammer's money! Now Frank's girl was sucking his cock!
Ben began to feel very good, very powerful. What a hell of an easy conquest this Glenda was turning out to be. Even easier than the dozens of coeds he'd seduced.
"Suck it, baby," he said boldly.
"Uh-uh. If I do you'll cum. And I've got other ideas for your cock," Glenda said.
"No… no… suck it for just a minute," Ben pleaded.
Glenda shrugged. "Well, okay. But if you shoot off, it's going to cheat you out of the best piece of ass you've ever had."
"Just for a minute," Ben repeated.
A moment later he watched Glenda's mouth open wide. His cock disappeared inside.
"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned.
Glenda had one of the hottest, sexiest mouths he'd ever felt wrapped around his prick. He could sense her tongue fluttering against the underside of his ultra-sensitive glans as she sucked. Automatically his hips bucked forward.
But Ben had pushed his luck too far, as usual. Suddenly he knew he was going to cum. His cock began to buck and jerk up inside Glenda's smoothly sucking mouth.
"Oh, no!" he groaned, trying to fight back the insistent signals shuddering up from his drum-tight balls.
But it was Glenda who saved the day. As soon as she sensed Ben was cumming, she pulled her mouth away from his cock. Her thumb and forefinger instantly clamped around the tip of his prick. Hard. Painfully.
"Ooooowwwwww!" Ben yelped. "Take it easy! You're gonna pinch the damn thing in two!"
"Take it easy, tiger," Glenda said acidly. "If you'll take time to notice, you'll realize you're not cumming."
It was true. Glenda's sudden action had nipped Ben's orgasm in the bud. His cock was shrinking a little, shocked from the sharp pinch.
"Now, junior," Glenda said, standing up. "I came over here to get fucked. Either you're up to it or you're not. Is that the bedroom in there?"
"Uuh… yeah."
"I'm going in there. Alone. Give me five minutes. Then if you still want to fuck, come in after me. Without your clothes on."
Ben's eyes followed Glenda as she walked into the bedroom. God, what a woman! She sure as hell knew how to walk. Really, she wasn't any more beautiful than Sue. It was just that she knew exactly what to do with what she had.
Ben wasn't used to having a woman take charge the way Glenda had. It pissed him off a little. But he was anxious to see what the hell she looked like underneath her clothes. Then he'd decide if he wanted to fuck her.
Jesus! He hadn't had any strange tail since he'd gotten involved with Sue! It was about time. But he sure as hell didn't want to screw up a good deal like that. He'd just go in and look. It would be fun to toss Glenda out after the haughty way she'd treated him.
After the five minutes had passed, Ben went into the bedroom. With his clothes on.
"My God!" he blurted out, stopping just inside the door.
Glenda was lying on the bed, on her back, completely naked. He was staring up her crotch.
"Decided you didn't want to fuck?" she asked him dryly, her hands casually folded behind her head.
"Oh, no… no… I mean yes!" Ben stammered.
He was suddenly struggling out of his clothes as he stared at Glenda's cunt. God, what a juicy looking gash! The center slit gleamed moistly at him, nestled between ruffs of dark brown pussy hair.
The longer he stared the more his cock grew. He had trouble working his shorts down over the swelling rod.
"I'm glad you didn't disappoint me," Glenda said. She held her arms up to Ben. "Come down on the bed with me."
Ben let her pull him down, his cock jutting out from his body like a fleshy stake. He ended up lying next to her. Her naked thigh was pressed against his.
"Get me ready… make me want to fuck you," she puffed into his ear. "Suck my tits first. I love it."
All Ben had to do to suck Glenda's tits was roll over a little. He reached out, scooping one of the big mounds toward his mouth. It was warm and soft. The nipple was like a small brown berry. He sucked it into his mouth and it very quickly became a large brown berry.
"You like my tits?" Glenda asked.
Her breath was coming faster as Ben sucked on her nipple. All he could do was grunt yes around his fleshy mouthful.
Shit yes, they were nice tits! Bigger than Sue's but not quite as virgin solid. Softer, more mature, spilling out a little to the sides with Glenda lying on her back. Ben sank his fingers into the tit he wasn't sucking. The nipple on that one was getting hard too.
"Oooohhhhh, yesssss… suck hard," Glenda sighed. "Make it hurt a little."
Ben noticed that she was sensuously stroking the undersides of her tits as he played with the nipples. He felt himself growing hotter and hotter.
With a groan of passion, Ben buried his face in the deep valley between Glenda's cushiony tits. Almost as if he were trying to smother himself.
Glenda seemed to like what he was doing. She guided his head to her other tit. The one he hadn't sucked yet.
"They demand equal time," she panted.
There was no doubt about it. Glenda was getting hot too. Ben could smell the rich juices gushing from her cunt.
Just as he was thinking about her snatch, she spoke again: "Stick a finger up my box. Open me up. Get me ready for your cock."
Ben's hand dived downward. God, her belly was already quivering! His hands sorted its way through her thick pubic hair. Suddenly one fingertip dipped down into her pussy-slit.
Juicy wet gash! Ben's finger slithered up and down the full length of Glenda's hot slit. What a big cunt! So much bigger than Sue's tight little trap.
But Ben got a surprise when he shoved his finger up inside Glenda's vagina. He'd expected it to be big and meaty and loose, like the rest of her cunt.
But the muscular inner walls closed greedily around his finger. Jesus, she was tight inside! Like she had her cunt trained!
Ben began to experiment. He shoved in another finger, and another. Glenda's cunt gobbled them up, expanding just enough, staying tight around the three drumming fingers. He had the impression he could ram his whole fist up inside her and she'd be just the same!
"Oh, yeah… yeah… now my clit. Poke at it a little," Glenda panted. Her hips were beginning to roll sensuously up against Ben's hand. Excitedly he stabbed a finger down against her clit.
Glenda flinched back. "Hey! Take it easy! It's not a doorbell! Try a little technique!"
Ben gritted his teeth. Oh, was he going to fuck the hell out of this bitchy broad! Right after he finished with her clit. It was the biggest and longest he had ever run up against. He could actually grip it between two fingertips and jack it off like a cock.
Glenda went wild. "Oh, lover!" she cried. "I knew you were going to do a good job! Pump it… pump it! Make Momma hot!"
Ben massaged and jerked on Glenda's clit until she was panting and moaning uncontrollably. The sarcastic look had disappeared from her face. Her eyes were hot and dark, begging him.
"Now… now… fuck me!" Glenda cried. "Stick your cock in me! Ram it in all the way!"
Just the words Ben wanted to hear. His cock was so hard it hurt. He needed to soak it in warm wet cunt.
Wasting no more time, he climbed between Glenda's lewdly spread thighs. Kneeling, he was ready to pound his cock up into her lush body. But for a moment he was unable to move.
What a cunt! Ben had been fucking into Sue's little blonde gash for so long he'd forgotten what a brunette looked like. He stared down at Glenda's juice-dripping pussy. The full, heavy outer lips were gaping open a little, giving him a glimpse of the shiny pink slit inside. Her long clit protruded a little from its fleshy covering. Her cunt hair was soaked with her gushing pussy juices.
But what Ben was after was Glenda's cunt. He peeled her pussy-lips back, baring the wet, pulsing hole. Little drops of juice squeezed out of its depths as the inner muscles worked.
"I'm gonna fuck you, cunt!" Ben gritted suddenly from between clenched teeth. He couldn't wait a moment longer.
"Oh, yes… shove it all the way up to my tonsils!" Glenda gasped. "Make me howl like a bitch in heat!"
One thing Ben had to say about Glenda. When she was ready to fuck, she didn't beat around the bush. Urged on by her lewd words, he stuffed his cock up into her cunt.
She gobbled his cock up just like she'd gobbled his fingers. Her pussy-channel literally sucked him into her.
"Aaaarrrrggggg!" he moaned as his balls slapped against her lush ass. He was in as far as he could go. And it felt as if Glenda could take another yard of cock.
Not that she was loose inside. Her cunt-walls clasped around his trapped cock like a mousetrap. For a moment he couldn't move inside her, but then the inner muscles suddenly relaxed a little. "Fuck me slow at first," Glenda said. She was looking up at him, a sensuous smile on her lovely face. Her dark eyes were glittering with passion.
Glenda put her hands on Ben's hips and helped set the tempo. As his cock ground into her cunt, Glenda's hips worked slowly beneath him. God! It was like fucking into a vacuum pump! The smiling woman's cunt-muscles were steadily massaging his cock. Even as it moved in and out of her vagina!
This was shaping up as definitely the best fuck Ben had ever had. He wondered how long it took Glenda to cum. She sure as hell looked like she was getting hotter. That smug smile on her face was fading, replaced by a look of helpless lust.
"C-Can you hold on awhile longer? Keep from cumming?" she asked. The way the panting woman's stomach muscles were shuddering, Ben didn't think she could last much longer herself.
"Hang on, baby," he said. "I'll make sure you get it off."
Ben started fucking hard into the moaning woman, but she stopped.
"No… no… I like to do it myself," she told him. "Let me… let me get on top."
Surprised, Ben let Glenda roll out from underneath him. Both of them flinched when his cock popped out of her cunt. They both wanted to get it back in as fast as possible.
"Lie down on your back," Glenda ordered.
Ben did, and she climbed over him, straddling his loins. His cock thrust upward in front of her belly like a lance.
Raising up a little, Glenda poised her brown-furred cunt right over the bone-hard cock. The fingers of one hand guided it up into her waiting pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhh," they both sighed as once again Ben's cock was surrounded by steaming-hot pussy flesh. Glenda held still a moment, obviously getting herself together.
"Just lie there. Let me do it all," Glenda said.
Which was all right with Ben, because she immediately began doing amazing things with her cunt.
First she ran it slowly up and down the length of his cock a few times, as if she were getting the range. Then she began to pound down hard. She would raise her ass up high, as high as she could without having Ben's cock slide out of her cunt. Then she would slam her body down. Ben's cock was driven far up inside her cunt.
Glenda began to fuck faster and faster. Her eyes were shut tightly, her lips pouting open a little. Ben had never seen a look of such lust on a woman's face. Clearly she was getting just what she wanted.
And so was he. Her cunt was clasping as tightly around his cock as ever. He watched her heavy tits bounce and sway as she moved wildly above him. She was leaning a little forward, so he stretched his neck upward and started sucking on her tits. First one and then the other. The nipples were swollen as hard as pebbles.
This new assault drove Glenda crazy. "Oooohhhh… ooohhh… aaaaaahhhhh!" she moaned.
The motion of her hips changed. Instead of working straight up and down, they began to slide furiously back and forth. Her cunt-lips splayed out over Ben's loins. She was rubbing her clit against the bushy tangle of his pubic hair.
Ben knew he couldn't hold off any longer. He was going to cum. The way Glenda's cunt was sawing on his cock, making it jerk and slide up inside her steaming hole, was just too much.
But he wanted her to cum too. Just to prove himself. So he reached down and worked his thumb in between their grinding groins, searching out her clit. He found it, slippery with cunt juice.
Using the soft pad of his thumb, he began to pummel her clit rapidly back and forth. Glenda's entire body shuddered with pleasure. Her eyes flew open, wide and staring.
Suddenly Glenda's head flew back. Her body arched, thrusting her big tits out.
"Aaaaaiiiyyyy! I'm going to cum… cuuummm… aaaaagggghhhhhhh!"
Glenda's cunt went crazy, sucking and jerking around Ben's cock. Even if he hadn't already been about to cum, this would have put him over the edge.
"Aaaarrgggghhhhhh!" he moaned. He felt like a volcano erupting as the sperm spewed up out of his cock and flooded deep into Glenda's cunt. She seemed to get even wilder as she felt the hot jets streaming up into her snatch.
"Oh, yes… fill me with your hot jizz!" she wailed. "God, how I love cum!"
Ben sank his fingers deep into Glenda's soft hips, holding her down against him. They strained together, their bodies bucking and jerking, until at last they collapsed into a sweating heap.
"Not bad… not bad," Glenda said smugly when she had gotten her breath back. "I'm glad I decided to come over here."
"Just what made you decide?" Ben asked. His ego was ready to be stroked. He felt all man after experiencing Glenda's reaction to his cock. He didn't know she was always this wild. Once she got started.
"I liked the way you were playing the tables," Glenda said. "You were really raking it in. But what I can't understand is why the hell you left when you were doing so well!"
Ben made a sour face. "I had to take my… my friend home," he said.
"Too bad. I'd have liked seeing you rip Frank off for a bundle."
"But… I thought you were Frank's girl?" Ben said in surprise. "Why would you want me to rip him off?"
"Let's get something straight," Glenda said. Her face was taut, almost angry. "I work for Frank Hammer. Sure, we fuck now and then, but I'm an employee. On my own time I do what I want. Frankly," she admitted wryly, "I'm there to please the customers. Kind of a high-class whore. Don't sweat my being here. You're a customer, and a good one. Frank wouldn't mind my balling you at all."
"No kidding," Ben said. It was slowly becoming clear to him that he might be able to fuck this gorgeous exciting woman again. And again and again. With Sue as his wife and Glenda on the side, life would be very rosy.
"You sound like you're a little pissed off at Frank," he said cautiously.
"The big bastard treats me like a slave. That's why I was wishing you'd make a big score today."
"Well, like I said, I had to take my friend home."
"Hey! Let's do it!" Glenda said excitedly. "Let's go back to the casino. I know which games really pay off. I'll help you bet. We can really score big!"
Glenda's manner had become open and enthusiastic. Like a happy schoolgirl. Ben proudly put it down to the effects of his masterful cock-work.
"Well… I don't know," he said.
"Where's your balls?" Glenda asked, suddenly contemptuous. "I thought you were a real man."
"Hey… I didn't say I wouldn't go," Ben squeaked. He was hooked.
"Well, come on, then," Glenda said excitedly, getting up and pulling on her clothes. "We'll make a bundle."