Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) (5 page)

“Diddling herself?” Marco laughed. “What are you, twelve?”

“Yeah,” Rosie purred. “I fucked my pussy with my fingers like a good wife does while her husband is away.”

“See?” said Marco. “Finger fucking.”

“Whatever. Forgive me for trying to be polite.”

Marco got down to one knee beside Rosie, crudely sliding his fingers up into her pussy and touching her there expertly. Rosie moaned, loving every second of his touch.

“You’ve been hypnotized into being a happy, eager servant for our casino now, dearie,” Marco said. “Isn’t that great?”

“Sure,” Rosie said brightly. “Whatever you say.”

“Over the next few days, you're going to transform into a happy fuckslave forever, as a matter of fact.”

Happy fuckslave forever
. Oh
good
. She could
really
perform well as a wife like that.

“Hey,” said Philip. “You think boss ever used this shit on us?”

“Probably,” Marco shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m ripped as hell and I fuck whoever I want and I got a room to do it in. Sometimes lots of rooms. When we open up to the big time, there’ll be even more.”

“You’re right. Best not to think about it.”

“Best not to think about it,” they said in unison.

Without further ado, Philip rammed his entirely hard cock inside of Rosie's entirely wet cunt. An orgasm, wet and hot, pushed through her entire body at once, electrifying every atom. Her pleasure only intensified as Marco roughly gripped her hair and shoved his full meaty length down her throat. Her pouty, newly-puffy lips glistened with needy saliva as she suckled hard on his immense cock.

Philip, behind her, groaned with sweet hot pleasure as the velvety walls of her cunt gripped his meat expertly, guiding him in further and further, harder and harder. Not to be outdone, Marco replaced his grip on her hair with even firmer grips on her newly enhanced tits, using what felt like his entire body's worth of musclebound strength to thrust himself into her willing, aching hole of a mouth. Her tits leaked out milk as they filled her over and over—that was new. Unexpected. Fun. She was milking. Lactating. So fertile. Her husband would be so proud.

This was the absolute best way to be a wife, Rosie knew. Nobody would be able to do this for Jonathan like she did.

She was so lucky to be part of the casino.

Philip slapped her ass hard. His thrusts had become less rhythmic, more sporadic and passionate. That meant he was going to cum soon. Rosie slurped up more of Marco's fat cock as a response, making herself loud and clearly wanting.

Emptying himself all over her backside, Philip slapped her ass again and again. Rosie couldn't help but cum, feeling the hot results of this stranger's bliss spreading on top of her body.

Her new efforts as a result of her second orgasm pushed Marco to the edge. He wrapped up her thick hair around his hand like it was rope, and started jerking his cock off right in front of her.

“You see that?” he grunted, slapping her face with his cock. “You see that, sexy? That's for you. You're gonna take all of what I got.”

His shot hard out from his cock, and a strong, wild emptying sensation flooded over Rosie...and all of her slid out of reality, a new template writing over her blanked out personality. She was lost in sticky bliss for what felt like ages, licking and swallowing liquid pleasure.

Then, someone’s cock entered her mouth. She couldn’t tell who. All she could tell was that sucking cock was the reason she existed.

What a good wife she was, now!

* * * * *

T
wo hours after entering the casino, almost all of Jonathan and Rosie’s money was gone. Two mortgages put up on their house. Four loans from the local bank. His 401K completely drained. All his stock options spent.

He didn’t care, of course. After cumming down Karen’s throat three more times—the volume and frequency of his orgasms had increased tremendously after drinking all of those Spiral Twists—Delilah and Karen had led his new, hulking self into the VIP room. There, he sat on a leather couch, lazily and drunkenly rolling a pair of dice with Karen happily attending his cock with long, soulful slurps and moans. His body, so large and muscular now, sunk deep into the couch.

He didn't know what game he was playing. It involved him losing quite a lot while Karen sucked him off. That was fine. Everything was fine.

“This casino is so wonderful, isn’t it baby?” Delilah purred in his ear.

“So wonderful,” he agreed happily.

“You’ll sign anything at all for the casino, won’t you please, darling?”

“Oh yeah. Sign whatever.”

Tasha, busty and smiling, bent over at the waist with a tray of papers in her hand.

“Sign these, please,” she said, pointing. “Here, here, and here.”

Jonathan leaned forward, sticking his nose into the redhead’s breasts with a drunken chuckle. Delilah led his hand from point to point and he scribbled out his signature. Or something. Maybe it was just scribbles. Anyway, they didn't seem to care.

“Wonderful,” said the redhead, emotionless, sliding away.

Delilah, delighted, wrapped her hands around his neck.

“One last game, baby.”

“Oh yeah?”

“If you win this one, you can stay here indefinitely. You can work here, just like us. Wouldn’t you love that?”

“Oh...” some strings of thought attended his forgotten conscience and priorities. Wasn’t there...work, or something? But no. This was a job she was offering. “I um...I mean...”

“All you have to do,” Delilah purred, “is cum right inside my pussy.”

God, he could do that. He could
really
do that.

Getting up, he grabbed Karen and gently placed her aside. Her weight was nothing to him—fuck, but he was so strong now—and then he grabbed Delilah's tiny, curvacious body and pushed her down on the couch.

His hands ripped at her clothes, tearing them away like they were paper, like they were made of wet tissue. Delilah's hot, tiny body tensed and squirmed, hot repeated orgasms clearly running through her body with every touch of his big hands on her naked, hot tits.

With a moan, he sank into this woman, his shaft completely sliding inside of her with no resistance whatsoever. He could feel his own bulge beneath her tiny torso, filling her up so hard.

Gyrating his hips, he began to thrust inside of her again and again. Delilah's head thrashed in ceaseless pleasure, her legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled herself up off the couch, her tiny fuckable body held up entirely by his steely muscles.

“Yes!” she moaned ceaselessly. “
Oh my god, yes!
”

Jonathan entered and re-entered her with gusto. Her pussy was so fucking tight!

As he continued to fuck her brains out, Mr. Craft entered the room with Rosie on one arm. She was completely naked. Mr. Craft eyed Jonathan casually, like the newly muscular stud was merely sorting mail. Jonathan, seeing Rosie, didn't stop his screwing for a second. Delilah was too good—and besides, he deserved to fucking her.

He was a man, a real man. He deserved any hot pussy he could find.

Rosie didn't seem to care that Jonathan was fucking someone else. A distant, vacant smile decorated her face. Mr. Craft whispered something into Rosie's ear. Then, obediently, Rosie unzipped Mr. Craft's pants and went down on him right in front of Jonathan.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

He was upset for just a moment. But then Karen whispered something in his ear, something he couldn’t quite make out. The music got louder.

Rosie, on her knees, pumped more enthusiastically on Mr. Craft's bare cock. Jonathan nodded, feeling his cock throb even more as Delilah's magical pussy hugged it tight.

There was something so very
hot
about what Rosie was doing. He pumped into Delilah harder and harder, watching his wife get facefucked by another man.

He wanted his wife fucking other men all the time.

“
Fuck
me in front of your wife,” Delilah moaned. “Show her what you deserve. Show her what you
fucking
deserve, baby!”

“Cum for her,” Karen moaned happily. “Win that job. Cum inside Delilah! Be the stud! Be the big stud!”

Spasming, rocking, he emptied his unprotected load into Delilah. His cum overfilled the small woman, sliding out onto the couch. Karen greedily lapped it up. If she was lucky, Jonathan knew, she was already pregnant.

“I’m a winner!” he grunted loudly.

He stood up, not winded at all by the forceful fuck-session with Delilah. In front of Mr. Craft, despite his new-found strength, he felt an instant and undeniable deference flood over him.

“Hey Boss,” he said hopefully, pointing at Rosie. “You mind if I take a few rounds with this one here? I sort of know her.”

Mr. Craft held up a finger. “Just a moment.”

Grabbing Rosie's hair, he pulled her off his cock and then unceremoniously came on Rosie’s naked chest. Moaning with need, Karen and Delilah crawled over and licked every bit of his seed off her body. Delilah winked at Jonathan as she did so.

“There you are,” Mr. Craft said, dusting himself off and zipping up, before clapping Jonathan on the back. “Now, I expect you to be awake bright and early at ten in the morning to go to work. We open in a week, and there are so many preparations to make. Another couple arrives tomorrow!”

“A couple like us?”

“Oh yes. We started with just myself and loyal little Tasha. Isn’t it wonderful how we’ve grown?”

Jonathan didn’t really have a chance to answer, after Rosie slid up and hopped into his massive, rock hard arms.

“
Hi
, Sweetie,” Rosie embraced him with a loving, passionate kiss. “How is my super stud husband today?”

“I’m doing pretty great. I fucked this girl,” he said, nudging his thigh against Delilah and then Karen. “And this one sucked me off a few times.”

“God, that’s so cool,” Rosie cooed. “I wish you could fuck us all at the same time.”

Mr. Craft cleared his throat. “If I may, ladies and gentleman, you do have the honeymoon suite for one more night. You responded rather...rapidly to our assimilation, good little servants that you are.”

Rosie, Karen, and Delilah’s faces all lit up at once. “Oh please!” they all moaned. “Take us, Sir! Take us in your big suite! Take us
all
!”

Jonathan smiled. He loved the casino. He would do anything or anyone for it...and so would his wife.

# # #

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“L
et me get this straight,” said Johnny Falco, owner of the Desert Beach Casino. “You want me to sign over the rights to my entire business? The same business that I spent thirty years building from the ground up, that business? Are you out of your mind?”

The gorgeous brunette across from him crossed her legs and smiled. Johnny watched the motion, a long, longing sigh threatening to leave his mouth. Her long, graceful legs were kept beneath a daringly short skirt, with smoky stockings covering the rest—except for, of course, her high high heels.

Selene was painfully, omnisciently, omnipresently gorgeous. She was hard not to want—hard not to lust after, in fact. The lust permeated in him in a visceral way—he could practically feel her soft skin sliding under his fingers every time he glanced at her.

“Mr. Falco, I’m sure you can understand my position. I’m here on orders. I have to follow my orders no matter what.” Her voice was a silky, hotly accented purr. Eastern European, he thought. She put a delicate gloved finger up to her delicately beautiful lips. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Perhaps you
don’t
understand. A man like you, so very much in charge of everything you see, probably doesn’t understand what it’s like to take orders anymore. Do you?”

It was hard to focus on most anything she said when her tits were just flagrantly bursting out from her tiny little parody of a business suit the way they were.

There was no other way to put it—the woman was a looker. She reminded him of the kind of woman he used to lust after when he was younger—much younger. The kind of femme fatale you would see on the screen, deadly and sexy at the same time. Her thick, voluminous hair fell down her back in a rich, chestnut wave. Her sensuously beautiful face young and somehow wise, as if she knew every thought that crossed his mind already when it came to looking at her—and what was more, she
wanted
him to think those dirty thoughts.

The question wasn't
whether
she wanted him thinking about her on her knees before him, begging to attend his rod, but rather
why
she wanted that. Was it due to attraction, or (more likely) due to manipulation?

Even if she was manipulating him, Falco had to admit he was enjoying it. The half-hard cock he boasted spoke to that. The attention was a nice change. It wasn't that he was a man who had trouble ferreting up partners for sex—or at least, he never had trouble before he was married. Ever since he had tied the knot, though, his thick head of dark hair and naturally athletic frame seemed all for naught, with his wife growing more apathetic by the day.

This Selene was from the Shining Spiral, one of Vegas’s newest casinos. And, so far, it was one of the city's most effective casinos as well. Falco hadn’t heard a single negative thing about it—in fact, most everyone raved about the experience. It must have been raking in the dough.

Falco didn’t get it. They had nothing for kids there, no shows. Just a hotel, a pool, and lots of gambling. It was a low-rent place—and yet it was already getting more than ten percent of the market share in Vegas. More than that, nobody seemed to leave with more than just lint in their pockets.

Johnny Falco had built the Vegas Beach Casino from the ground-up a little over twenty years ago, starting when he was just a kid, no more than twenty years-old himself and not even legal to gamble on the Strip.

It started with just cheap setting—the consumer had to do most of the work for the casino to believe they were on the beach. Plastic palm trees with shiny metal leaves, dirty sand brought in from the edge of the desert that Falco shoveled into the back of his small truck by himself, that sort of thing. The kind of decoration you might expect from a kid’s birthday party.