by Jenna Kelly
For a second, Marissa stared at him, as if attempting to comprehend his words. Then she realised what he wanted. With a sexy smile, her Slade hands went to the creamy manjuice, gently caressing it into her supple breasts, across her chest and up to her shoulders.
He nodded approvingly, his eyes gleaming down into hers. The wild, lustful, abandoned look had remained on her face. When she raised her hands to her mouth, and slipped one cum covered finger after another between her sensuous lips, he felt himself begin to harden again.
Kaitlyn was going to love this girl.
***
The demise of the Table Bully had changed David's fortunes. His Two-Three off-suit bluff next hand somehow took the pot. Pocket Aces won the next. He showed both hands, sending a clear message to the table that he was unpredictable. Challenge me and risk all your chips—
It allowed him to win more than his share of pots with average hands.
He remained the chip leader when he was moved to a different table. It often happened - pit the big stacks against one another. In this case his nearest competitor's were Wonderman and Raven.
Normal convention was to avoid confrontation. There'd be plenty of time for that later. Pocket queens changed his mind.
He put in a sizeable raise, only for Wonderman to go over the top, pushing all-in. David thought for a long time before instinct told him to fold. It was a big lay down. Wonderman showed his pocket Kings.
"Yes!" Pumping his arm into the empty air may have been childish. But David still felt good. That hand could have cost him a lot of chips.
Pocket eights saw him make a similar raise the following hand. Three times the big blind. The same sequence followed. Wonderman went all-in. David paused then folded. His opponent showed again—Big Slick.
One hand later, pocket Kings gave David the chance to release his frustration. When he made the same raise, Wonderman moved all-in for the third successive hand. Just like that. David had him! His opponent had become too ambitious. He'd made one aggressive move too many.
He was about to get his comeuppance.
Even as David's finger twitched towards the green 'call' button, a thought appeared from nowhere. The words once uttered by T J Cloutier. 'When someone goes all in three times in a row, he's got Aces the third time.'
Why it came into his mind at that precise moment, he didn't know. But in a nano-second, he was convinced. This guy has Aces. The more he thought about it, the surer he became. There was no reason to it – just instinct. It was a no brainer. Call and he was out of the tournament.
The on-screen alarm sounded, jerking him out of his thoughts. The ten seconds in which to make his decision weren't needed.
When Wonderman showed his pocket Rockets, it was the third successive confirmation he'd made the correct laydown. By all rights, he could—and probably should—have been out of the tourney with any of those last three hands. But whilst his chip stack was dented, he was still alive.
David smiled to himself. Helmut had once ragged he'd only folded Kings preflop once in his career. You and me both, Phil!
***
Natalie had had too much to drink—way too much. She and Lindsay had paired off, talking about everything there was to discuss about music. The blonde continually made references to Natalie's future, without being too specific. It excited the hopeful singer.
Just being with Lindsay excited her. Sitting opposite the spunky singer at a table on the outside balcony, her temperature was rapidly rising. Lindsay's sparkly evening dress was so short; whenever she uncrossed her legs her skimpy black panties were on display.
Natalie wasn't into women, but there was something about this girl.
"What?" Lindsay asked, fumbling in her bag.
Natalie laughed. "You're so different to what I expected."
"What did you expect," the blonde asked, tipping out some white powder onto the table.
The brunette's reply was a gasp. This wasn't the wholesome image the country singer had cultivated. "Lindsay—"
The superstar smiled sexily as she busied herself, drawing the coke into two lines.
"Lindsay—" Natalie gasped again, glancing around. Her hand nervously pulled a loose strand of her back behind her ear.
"Losers," the blonde dismissively retorted, rolling a bill and quickly doing a line. She sniffed sharply, rubbing her nose and licking her lips.
When she handed the bill to Natalie, the singing hopeful took it in her unsteady hand but sat still, as if frozen.
"I can't," she pleaded. Like everyone else, she'd smoked the occasional joint. But coke?
Lindsay snorted, her dreamy eyes staring into those of her new friend. "Natalie," she snapped, her voice firm and brooking no argument. "You said you'd do anything for your career—"
The brunette hesitated, attempting to equate taking coke with singing success. If Lindsay partook, it couldn't be bad. Could it?
Brushing another loose strand away, she leant forward and hesitantly snorted the remaining line. What would David think? As the powerful narcotic began to create unexpected sensations, she realised she didn't care. This was what singing stars did.
"Good girl," Lindsay smiled, as if Natalie had passed some sort of test. "Come on, let me show you something," she whispered, grabbing the brunette's hand even as the chemical buzz was hitting her new friend.
Natalie wobbled as she stood up, unsteadily following Lindsay through the main room and up the curved staircase. God, how big was this place? Upstairs, Lindsay homed in on a door to the left, ushering the brunette inside and flicking on a soft light.
Natalie felt disoriented. The room was swimming. Leaning back against the door to steady herself, she realised little fireworks were going off in the back of her brain. She felt wonderful. Turning to Lindsay, she smiled. "This is a bedroom."
Lindsay nodded. "My bedroom."
"You're… you're staying here?" the brunette asked.
"But of course," Lindsay replied, slipping her dress down her body as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Only the small black g-string covered her nakedness. "I always stay with Robert when I'm in London."
Natalie gasped. The superstar was even more perfect near naked than she was clothed. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on the country acid house singer. Everything was so tight and feminine. Her eyes returned to the small, perky tits. They curved upwards, topped by quite delicious dark nipples. But it was the angel tattoo on her right swell that caught her attention. "Lindsay… that angel—"
This was surreal. She realised she was speaking in a matter of fact way, as if being with a near naked woman in her bedroom was the most natural thing in the world. It was, wasn't it?
The blonde sauntered across the distance between them, stopping just short of the dreamy woman. Her expression was provocative, one meticulously plucked brow raised, the corners of her full lips turned up in amusement. "That coke is kicking in?" she asked.
Natalie nodded. Then she giggled. "It must be—"
Lindsay raised a hand to Natalie's face. Her fingers caressed the soft cheek.
"Lindsay," Natalie began. "Why've you taken off your dress?"
"More comfortable, honey," Lindsay smiled. "Want to remove yours?"
Natalie thought for a second, then her head nodded as enthusiastically as a dog in the back of a car. The coke made her feel happy and Lindsay's suggestion was such a good idea.
The blonde had unzipped the back and allowed the dress to drop to the floor almost before Natalie realised what was happening. Then her hand was slipping around the back of the brunette's head. She brought Natalie's lips to hers, satisfied that the sexy young woman's acquiescence.
Natalie moaned. Lindsay's tongue was soft and wet as it flicked along the brunette's lips. It was gentle at first, but then the kiss deepened. Harder, more passionate. The naked breasts pushing against her own thrilled her. Her nipples rose, responding to the erect buds pressing against hers.
"Want it?" Lindsay asked.
Natalie's eyes were dreamy. "It? What?"
When Lindsay's hand cupped her swells, the haze began to lift as she at last realised what the country singer had in mind. She opened her mouth to speak, but when Lindsay's lips moved quickly to her neck, then upwards to nip her earlobe, all that came out was a moan.
"Ever been with a woman?" Lindsay asked, her tongue licking around the soft lobe. She smiled at the brunette's shuddered response. Natalie's mouth opened again, but still no words came out. There wasn't a need for any. The soft shake of her head provided her answer.
"Good," the blonde breathed into her ear. "You've never lived until you've experienced a woman's touch."
Natalie's eyes widened. A mixture of excitement, fear and lust coursed through her. She couldn't! Not with a woman!
The fingers Lindsay slipped beneath her thong changed her mind. The blonde's touch slithered along the ridge of her wet labia. It teased her clit, circled then flicked her swollen bud. She rested her head back against the door as Lindsay stiffened two fingers and pushed them inside her.
"Ngh—" Her shriek was violent, torn from her throat. She exploded immediately, her orgasm so quick and hard she blacked out.
***
"That was impressive," Nikolai told the model as he licked along her stomach. "How often have those tits fucked a man?"
The blonde suddenly looked bashful. As if she was only just realising what they'd done. "I haven't, Nikolai…" she confessed.
The huge Greek gave a smile of satisfaction. That shy look would look great on camera; he was sure of that. He'd check it out with his wife, later, after Marissa left.
The fingers of his right hand gently flicked her cum covered nipple as he slid his left through her soft, blonde hair, slowly pulling her head to his shaft. "I don't take long to recover," he growled as his cock began to unfurl. "Maybe you can help speed up the process?"
The huge Geek smiled as she enthusiastically went to work, taking his thick girth between her lips. Her low growl tickled across him. For a moment, he experienced a pang of regret she was heading for Vegas. They could have such fun together. When her tongue began to flick along his rapidly thickening cock, he let out a soft groan.
Their reflections in the mirrors reverberated around the lavish bedroom. The sight made Nikolai' cock jump in her mouth. Marissa coughed at the reaction, but her eyes told him she wasn't going to be deflected from her task. The young blonde took him as far inside as she could, the head of his cock bouncing against the entrance to her throat.
She spluttered again, but quickly recovered. One hand dug into his ass, while the other dropped to caress his balls.
He dug his fingers into her scalp, displaying his growing pleasure. "Yesss, beautiful Marissa. That's good—"
Encouraged, she took his thick cock back into her throat again. She sucked with a purpose and a passion, one that said – make me a superstar. He would, but not the way she expected. He instantly grew another inch as the thought tickled him.
Her long tongue created a wonderful friction along the underside of his shaft. Both of her hands gripped his ass, her fingernails digging in as she worked on her personal mission. Nikolai gripped her hair, pulling her head up so that their eyes met. He nodded across at the wall. Her deep brown eyes followed his gaze to the mirrors.
It spurred her on. Her eyes stayed on the mirrors as she went back to work, her enthusiasm increased by the erotic reflections. Slowly, Nikolai began to buck his hips against her face. Her fingernails dug deeper, drawing blood from his hairy buttocks.
He tightened his grip on her hair, close to the point of no return. Not yet, my beauty! Not yet!
He dragged her mouth away, lifting her shuddering body like a mannequin and placing her across his lap. His hands eased her into position, allowing her to feel his ramrod-hard weapon against her wet opening.
Adjusting her hips, she eased down on his crown. His size was initially a problem for her, but by taking him in a few inches at a time, she sheathed him halfway. Her pause allowed them both to get used to his size, before she pushed herself down again.
"You like that, Nikolai?" Marissa teasingly asked once the huge Greek completely filled her.
He nodded. This was what he wanted. For the first time, he'd allowed her to be in charge. Let's see what the blonde could do.
She didn't disappoint. Leaning backwards, she allowed his gaze to feast on their union. Her vulva stretched around his girth, protected by the thin, blonde, landing strip. It pulled around his cock each time she rose up off of him. The huge Greek groaned with every flex and gyration.
Her full breasts swayed gently with each downward thrust and his hairy hands rose to cup them. When her inner muscles tightened, Nikolai knew for sure a big bonus would soon be coming his way. He'd use some of it to buy her videos.
Then his eyes flickered to the mostly concealed two little red lights either side of them. Soon, he'd have his own private recording.
With an agonizing slowness, the sexy woman built up the pace. When the Greek matched her movements, powering up into her, her hands locked behind his head and she leant backwards for better penetration.
Watching her face as she fucked him, his cock twitched inside her. She was even hotter than he'd expected—not many women were able to bring him to boiling point so easily. He redirected his hands from her tits to her slender hips. Time for Nikolai to exercise control!
He lifted her easily, almost to the point his cock pulled out of her, and then pile-drived the luscious model back down onto his lap. Marissa was taken by surprise as control switched between them in a nano second.
His huge cock slid deeper with each bounce, penetrating as far as he could go. Marissa flexed her legs and gasped. Her eyes widened in shock and amazement. He'd seen that look before. Total surprise at Nikolai' ability to fuck into their very souls.
The hairy Greek gave a snarl. Soon, she'd be begging him to stop.
Instead, she surprised him. It took her a few moments to gather her wits, but then the blonde was fucking back—moving with all the energy she could muster. Over and over, they pounded one another, his hairy forearms gripping her athletic legs as he bounced her.
"Yes… Yes…" It was impossible to distinguish whose desperate cries they were.
Nikolai whipped her body harder and harder down on his lap. Marissa arched her back, pushing her ass down with each thrust. The sweat dripped from his forehead. Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders.
They were close. Very close. Marissa's eyes closed. His focused on their reflections in the mirrors.
With one final thrust, they both detonated. Marissa's sex twitched with each burst, her slick muscles tightening each time she sucked another rope of creamy manjuice. The gasping blonde model's body jerked and trembled as she spilt her cum over his.
They were both still cumming thirty seconds later.
***
David's fingers scratched the back of his neck as he returned the phone to its cradle. Natalie must be well and truly pissed at him if she was refusing to answer. Or maybe she was caught up in something that was pre-occupying her? The party must be progressing well.
Taking a sip from his mug of freshly brewed coffee, he picked up an unread poker magazine. It would fill in a couple of minutes while the tournament was on its short break.
Chris Moneymaker was featured on the front cover. 'The Moneymaker Effect' caption was emblazoned across the former world champion's face.
David reflected that poker had changed considerably since 2003, as the result of that unlikely victory. Moneymaker had qualified in a satellite that year, subsequently carrying off the $2.5 million first prize for his outlay of just thirty-nine dollars on PokerStars.com.
Since that time, the world champion had faded badly. But his legacy lived on. Because of the boom he unknowingly created, millions of new young Internet players became addicted to the game.
David was one of them. And with two thirds of the field eliminated, his own dream of competing at t
he World Series was nearing fruition.
***
The first thing Natalie realised was that she naked. On a bed. How'd that happened? What had happened? The second thing wasn't so much a realisation, as a feel. The feel of a tongue playing around her lips.
"Welcome, back," the woman breathed against her mouth.
It was Lindsay's voice. The blonde kissed her again, her lips as soft as a feather against hers. When the phone rang in the background, Natalie recognised the tune. It was David. "Lindsay…" she began.
"Ssssh," the superstar whispered, snaking her tongue into the brunette's mouth again.
Natalie did as she was bid, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensuous feel of their lips on one another until the ringing clicked off. The world slowed down—she knew she should be thinking of Robert and his party; of David. But the lips seducing hers, the drug in her body and her first girl-girl orgasm, all combined to keep her exclusively in the moment.