Chapter 3: King of the Pocket Kings
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Chapter 3: King of the Pocket Kings
It had been a late lunch. After showering together and taking the opportunity to explore each other’s soapy bodies, Jim had bent her over the bathroom sink. She expected him to give her his delightful c**k again, but when he dropped to his knees and began eating her out from behind, her knees shook slightly. His tongue felt so damn good inside her, and as his nose pressed against her tight asshole, she didn’t think there was a single part of her p***y he hadn’t tasted.
“You definitely know how to eat p***y, darlin.” She whispered.
He licked up and down her slit, plunging his tongue deep into her while rubbing her clit, and she gasped in pleasure as he suddenly began tongue-f*****g her ass. She’d had her asshole licked before, even ate a little, but this was different. Jim was munching on her ass like it was a second p***y. And it was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
“Oh f**k, babe. Don’t stop!” She demanded, grinding back against his face.
She squirted for only the second time in her life, and her juices splashed loudly on the linoleum floor. The orgasm rocked her body, and when he started fingering her wet cunt again with his tongue still buried in her ass, she completely soaked his hand with a second, even harder climax.
“Oh, my f**k, Jim!” She gasped.
She actually begged him to stop, afraid her legs were going to give out, and after licking the insides of her thighs clean, he stood up. His face was shiny with the evidence of his brunch-munch, and he was smiling ear to ear. He loved eating her out. Tasting her ass had been a spur of the moment decision, but it had turned him on immensely, his hard-on clearly reflecting this.
He wanted her again but was hungry and needed food. They’d burned off a lot of calories, and before they f****d again, he wanted to quiet his stomach. They kissed and then agreed to head down for a lunch. Once they were dressed, they headed downstairs to the casino’s restaurant.
They ate mostly in silence, he enjoying a rather large burger and she having a steak and eggs. When they were done, Gloria said that she needed to meet up with her sister and they agreed to meet back at the poker table at 8. He gave her a deep parting kiss and was obviously checking out her ass as she walked away.
“Damn, I wanna f**k that ass!” He whispered under his breath, not breaking his stare until she rounded a corner and out of sight.
For the next few hours, Jim bounced between the craps table and blackjack. He’d cleared $800 bucks in poker the night before after tipping the dealer, and by the time he was to meet up with Gloria, he’d almost doubled his winnings.
“Hey there, Stranger.” She said with a smile.
“Hello, Beautiful.” He replied, pulling her into a kiss.
He paid the dealer for both of their entry fees, and they again sat opposite from each other.
She was wearing a low-cut purple top with a neckline that plunged even further than the one before, showing even more of her gorgeous cleavage and leaving nothing to the imagination as her n*****s pressed tightly against the thin fabric. Jim saw a couple of the men at the table with their eyes glued to her t**s, and he smiled.
“She’s gonna give these guys a heart attack.” He thought to himself.
“Did you have a nice time with your sister today?” He asked her.
“Yes and no. She was disappointed because things turned sour with her quote-unquote boyfriend.”
“Oh hell, that sucks.”
“Yeah, apparently, he was a freak and wanted his buddy to join them in bed the first night they were going to sleep together.”
“Pssh, what an amateur. Everyone knows you wait until the second night for something like that.” He said with a smile, making her laugh.
“Don’t get any ideas, Mister, I already have plans for you tonight.” She cooly replied.
Again, they continued the flirting throughout the game, making everyone at the table squirm in their chairs uncomfortably. Jim’s luck was unstoppable, and he won the majority of the hands he stayed in on, quickly knocking two of their opponents out of the game and taking their chips. Gloria followed his example and wiped out two of her own, her chip stack staying neck and neck with his.
They both took chances they might not normally take, the thought of a repeat of the night before playing through both of their minds and making them want to hurry the game along. When there was only one other person left in the game, Gloria promptly destroyed her with a pair of pocket twos that turned into four of a kind with the final card.
“Nice hand,” Jim told her. “All in again? Loser buys lunch?”
Gloria smiled broadly and said, “You read my mind.”
When he won with yet another pair of pocket kings that garnered him a higher Full House than her again, Gloria just shook her head, the smile never leaving her face.
“What’s funny is, that’s not even the luckiest you’re going to get tonight.” She said to him as he again tipped the dealer.
Jim laughed, thinking she was alluding to their planned night ahead.
Had he known what was really on her mind he would have skipped the poker game altogether.
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