Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) (7 page)

I
n the late afternoon, Falco made it down to his office to find Stephanie there already, along with a young black jack dealer who Falco dimly recognized.

Stephanie wore a slim, form-fitting silk robe, draped down over the shoulders. Between the thin material of the robe and her lusciously tanned thighs showing, it was fairly obvious that she was naked beneath the rope. The sides of her breasts could be seen easily. They looked bigger. They looked...fertile. Like the way Selene's were fertile.

Behind the desk were a number of high-definition monitors, capable of showing him almost any spot in the casino at a moment's notice. He had planned to use them to track down Selene and try to narrow down what it was she was doing in his business.

Yes, sure, that was it. He didn't want to rip his pants off the second he saw her and jerk off uncontrollably for hours at freeze-frames of her unbelievably gorgeous body. He wanted to just spy on her.

Sure.

But, with Stephanie and the dealer there, he couldn't exactly do that anymore.

“Can I help you two?” Falco began, not exactly sure what was happening.

Had Stephanie seen or caught him, somehow, after what he had done at the window?

No, impossible. He cleaned up thoroughly. He took a long look at the blackjack dealer—a tall fellow with broad shoulders and a dimpled chin. He had short blond hair and a confused look on his face that probably mirrored Falco's own.

“This is Randall,” Stephanie explained. “He’s the guy who I was sleeping with while I was married to you.”

Randall held up his hands. “That is me. Guilty as charged. It's an awful thing I've done, and I'll be sorry about it for as long as I live. Selene taught me that I needed to be sorry.”

Falco took a moment to digest all of that. Instead of rage—which he would have expected as his go-to emotion in such a circumstance—he felt only confusion.

“Who you
were
sleeping with? While you
were
married to me?” Falco sat down on top of his desk, shaking his head. “Why all the past tense all of a sudden?”

Stephanie slipped up on top of the desk with him, pressing her hips against his. She looked wounded. “Well, I’ve taken care of it all now. Certainly I wouldn’t bring Randall up here to see you if I wanted him around anymore, right?”

He supposed that made some sense, but still, he was completely puzzled.

Randall nodded eagerly. “I don't really deserve to be around anyone anymore, Mr. Falco. It's an awful thing I've done, and I'll be sorry about it for as long as I live. I'm not sure I want me around anymore either. ”

Stephanie nodded sympathetically. “Gosh, isn't that the truth? You really are just a horrible person, Randall, for doing what you've done to my precious Johnny here. You just don't matter to me anymore. Only making my Johnny feel like a
man
matters to me now. I'm so
glad
Selene taught me that.”

Randall nodded with her. “I'm
so
glad Selene taught me.”

Their voices, combined, had taken on an oddly robotic tone that Falco found, for whatever reason, rather arousing.

Falco tried to ignore the oddness of the situation, focusing only on the facts. “But, why are you saying you were married to me?” He rubbed his eyes for a moment. And why wasn't he
angrier
, for god's sake? “What’s going on with that?”

She wrapped her hand around his crotch. His cock stiffened instinctively. God, she was a beautiful woman. He hadn't felt a lusty action like that from her in far, far too long.

“We’ll get to that in a minute,” she purred. “Won’t you let me watch you fire Randall, first?”

“Huh?”

Randall stood up. “Yes, Mr. Falco. Please, fire me. I deserve it. It's an awful thing I've done, and I'll be sorry about it for as long as I live.”

Stephanie focused only on Falco, stroking his cheeks intimately. “He’s slept with your wife, darling. He simply
must
be fired. You have to set an example for the rest of your workers, after all. Otherwise, they’ll all try to sleep with me. They all try anyway. There must be consequences.”

“All my workers try to sleep with you?”

“I can barely keep the cocks out of my face, sweetheart. Look at how fucking hot I am. You bagged a hell of a gorgeous babe with me—and
everyone
knows it. Now, show them who the boss is.”

For several moments, Falco just sat there, looking at the fearful, sorrowful tinge to Randall's expression. Stephanie's pulsing strokes on his cock only became more fevered as he waited.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “It’s you, darling. You're the boss. Show him. Show
us
.”

With her free hand, she pushed open her flimsy robe and suddenly started to finger her pussy, eyes gleaming with lust.

“Won’t you please fire him?” she moaned, fingers sliding hard into her pussy. Her strokes on Falco's cock through his pants only increased. There was a sort of religious glee in her eyes.

The front of her robe was wet. Two circle-shaped stains had formed right where her nipples were.

Lactating. She was lactating. Oh fuck. She was so turned on that she was lactating for him.

Falco didn't see how he had much of a choice in the matter. And a big part of him
did
want to fire Randall. He couldn't just let the man get away with sleeping with his wife, after all.

“Randall,” he said, shaking his head. “I am afraid you’re fired.”

“You're right, ” Randall said, shaking his head sadly. “I deserve it. I know I do. It's an awful thing I've done, and I'll be sorry—”

“Shut up!” Stephanie shouted suddenly. Then she turned to Falco, a predatory glint to her smile. “Not like that,” Stephanie whispered in Falco's ear, fingering and stroking harder. “Make him
sorry
.”

She was right. He had to make Randall
afraid
. That was what a
man
would do. That's what somebody who fucked
Selene
would do.

He gathered all his reserves of strength, and raised his voice. “You’re
fired
, Randall, and you’ll
never
work in this town again!” He pressed a button on his desk. “Security? I need you to come throw a man out of my office and out of the casino, forever. He's dangerous, so you're going to have to use maximum force. Blacklist him when you're done with him.”

Loud and euphoric, his wife’s orgasmic moan filled the office.

“Oh god,” she cried, shaking and falling down on the desk, “Oh god, yeah! You showed him who's the boss! You showed him so fucking good, baby!”

Randall, shaking his hanging head, cried for several seconds. “I’m super sorry, Mr. Falco. I really am. It's an awful thing I've done, and I'll be sorry about it for as long as I live. But don’t you worry. You don’t have to worry about me no more at all.”

He walked out of the office—and immediately was intercepted by a team of security officers who began to beat him down to the ground. For several seconds, Falco watched, transfixed, Stephanie still stroking his cock through his pants. Randall's pained cries echoed through the walls. Then mercifully, the doors closed.

Leaving his raging hard-on aside for a moment, Stephanie slipped off the desk—leaving a considerable wet spot from her trail of lust—and picked up a briefcase at her feet. From that, she laid out several papers for Falco to read. He picked them up, struggling not to grab Stephanie and fuck her right then and there.

“These are divorce papers,” he said, a bit dumbfounded. “I just don't believe it. After all that, you want to divorce me?”

“Of
course
I do, Johnny.” She shook her head as if he was being rather silly, like he had spilled his own bowl of cereal. “I don’t
deserve
to be the wife of a great man like you, do I? I just told you how I
cheated
on you, for god’s sake!”

“You don’t...don’t deserve?”

Surreptiously, she had unzipped his pants and replaced her hand on his cock—though this time, there was nothing between her silky-soft palms and the throbbing meat of his big dick.

“Certainly not!” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “I can’t be married to you now that you know about all my infidelity. How could you possibly trust me from now on? I’ll simply
have
to accept your divorce. I don’t have a choice. I want you to have everything I do.”

He looked again at the papers beneath him, struggling not to lose control to Stephanie’s amazing handjob. The papers were very clear—no settlement, no alimony, no support or payments of any kind from him to her. As a matter of fact...

“You’re giving me all your possessions and agreeing to be my indentured servant?”

Her strokes picked up speed at the mention of the special qualifications. He didn’t even know that indentured servitude was
allowed
anymore. He didn’t think
anything
about this divorce could have been real.

“I thought it was only fair,” she said, “considering how little I’ve let you fuck me. I don’t know
what
was wrong with me.”

“So you’re going to fuck me fifty million times?”

The wording in the contract was very specific. After fifty million fucks, her period of service would be up.

“Oh, I mean,
maybe
. I figure you’ll have your hands full with other women. There’s
so many
girls who would just
line up
to suck your big fat cock, Sir. I just put a number that would make sure I could never leave your service. At least, not until you got tired of me. I’m sure you will eventually. An important man like you must want so many different types of women. I’m so very lucky
just
to be considered.”

He leaned back, putting the contract down. Closing his eyes, he tried to simply enjoy Stephanie's handjob—and did, of course, though the only woman he could really think of was Selene. Her beautiful eyes, her exquisite bust, those fertile curves, her endless legs...

Selene had made all this happen somehow. She had made this all happen, and she was so, so, so very gorgeous...

“Sign it, baby, please?” Stephanie's robe was gone—she wore only her tall heels and nothing else, her sexy body on display. She
had
been lactating. Milk dripped down from her tits to the floor. Her free hand held a pen, hovering over the contracts.

Falco took the pen and signed everything. Stephanie cooed out little squeals of gratitude with each one. Then she dropped to her knees, her strokes slowing as his massive cock slid over her cheek.

“In the contract there,” she said, “it states how a blowjob counts as half as a fuck. So...do you think you’d mind if I got started? I just
have
to repay my big, handsome Master. Selene told me that was your proper title, now. My
Master
. You don't mind that, do you?”

He didn’t mind at all.

His ex-wife starting slurping on his hot, ready meat immediately, giving him a better blowjob than she ever had when they were married. Her body dripped wet with her own milk, the white streams pouring all down her beautiful curves.

He was so worked up from the whole ordeal, and the long, long handjob that she had been administering, that it was no time at all before he had shot a hot, thick load down her servant-throat, fucking her beautiful face just like he had always dreamed of doing when they were officially together.

And even so, even when he began the first of a series of several hot orgasms exploding into his hot new ex-wife servant—the only woman he could really envision was Selene.

* * * * *

L
ater in the evening, after bringing his wife’s debt down by two and a half more fucks, he stumbled into his penthouse and then all the way up into his bedroom. The cool night air kissed at his body through his ripped pants and tangled mess of a shirt.

There was absolutely no way he’d ever be hard again, he was certain. At least not for a week.

Then, he saw Selene waiting for him in the bedroom. She wore nothing but a thin jeweled gown, her fantastic body arranged just for him. She looked like a queen, an empress, a goddess designed only to turn him on.

He was hard, instantly.

This amazed him. After so many blowjobs and exceptional volumes of cum—with what seemed like more with each go-round—he was practically bursting to fuck again. There was no fatigue, no hesitation. He needed to fuck—and he needed to fuck Selene.

“I’ve been waiting for you, darling,” she moaned, her green eyes lighting up with lust.

Leaning against the doorframe, he struggled not to jump her. She was so dangerous...but so very gorgeous.

“Y-you have?”

“Of course I have.” She propped herself up on one arm, her gown slipping to the side and just almost revealing her thick nipples. Thick, creamy moisture was evident there. “I’ve needed you to be mine my whole life, I feel like. Perhaps that’s true—yes! My
whole
life, just for you. I was
made
for you.”

“Whole life,” he repeated slowly, mesmerized by her beauty.

He approached the bed, his resistance long, long gone. She rose up to embrace him.

“Mmm...” she purred, kissing him underneath his chin. “I’m so glad you see things my way. You do see things my way, don’t you, darling?”

“See your way,” he said softly, breathing in her perfect scent.

“You don’t want your old wife to be your partner anymore.”

“Y-yeah,” he said, nodding dumbly. “No wife for a partner. No wife at all.”

“You’d much rather me to be your wife, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes!”

That was Stephanie. She had entered while Falco had been lost in Selene’s embrace, now rushing toward the two in a hurried, naked crawl. Falco's juices still dripped out from her bare pussy. She slid up Falco's leg, staring up at him in happy supplication.

“Please, Johnny? Please, Master? Make Selene your wife? She'll be
such
a better wife than I am.”

“Y-yeah,” Falco nodded, pushing Selene down on the bed. “You'll be my wife.”