Casino Girl

[dplover]

Casino Girlfriend

A little story best read when you a alone in a hotel a thousand miles from home.

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So young and pretty, 19 or 20, no, she had to be at least 21 to work in a casino.

“Crown and Coke”? The drinks come faster and you get the real brands at the five dollar slots.

“Sure...”, god what an ass I thought as her heels clicked away on the marble floor, from behind you couldn't even tell she was pregnant.

My phone buzzed, the text said something about a stripper and the VIP room at the The Spearmint Rhino. I guess the IBM boys were going to be busy for a while, so much for dinner reservations a Emeril's.

At five bucks a pull these machines can gobble up a bunch of money fast, all I can says is an expense accounts is a good thing. If you push one of those $20 dollar chips back across the counter when you buy them, suddenly they can be listed as “Misc.Resort Fees”on you hotel bill.

I suppose it's in the business plan, everybody wears the same outfit, but god it seems they would at least cut the pregnant ones some slack. Apparently this place thought that waitress the outfits should be strapless black tights, with black hose and 4 inch heels, who am I to argue. Still this waitress girl was pregnant, very pregnant, like 6 or 7 months pregnant. I

Her engagement ring diamond was small, the wedding band was still very shiny. Her tray was empty now that I had my drink, she looked tired, the twenty dollar chip made her smile. I'm not sure how big they were before she got knocked up, but god she sure had cleavage now.

“Thanks”, she was pretty when she smiled, in that cheerful girl next door sort of way. Gently cradling the baby bump she leaned back against a slot machine, looking down she smiled again as if she felt the baby move.

“Tough way to make a living...sit”.

“Can't...god is always watching”, she arched her eyebrows up as if to pointing to the security cameras.

“They give you a hard time...really”?

“Yea...sometimes....depends on who's up there”. She moved her hand up and to the side, the thin black material was stretched tight under her painted nails.

“Can you feel it...”, none of my business but what to hell, she was pretty.

“Yea....when I stop walking I think he wakes up...sometimes he kicks”, her name tag said Misty.

Over the next few hours she hovered, I got a little drunk...and hungry. Her shift was over at eight she said.

“What's to eat here....walking distance”.

“It's all expensive and you have to have a reservation”. Well...I can afford to eat.

“Really, reservations, even here”.

“Yea...that computer show thing...they tell us every place is booked”, well that was why I was there after all.

“I have reservations...but my friends bailed...Spearment Rhino...”, Misty rolled her eyes.

“I'm not going to Emerils alone...you know...”, a twinkle flashed ..it was so fast I couldn't even be sure it was there. .

“I'm having left over kung pao chicken...alone...yea”, a bit of sarcasm I believe.

“Alone...why....husband working”, her ring glittered in the flashing lights of the slot machines.

“Air Force...Germany...Lundsburg...or something like that”, it's Landsbery Air Force base in Germany I thought, but that's close enough I guess.

“Really how long....”.

“Six months...so far...I think I got pregnant the night before he left”, I must have looked at her in a questioning way.

“The baby will be here before he gets back...”, loneliness is something even a half drunk stranger can sense.

“Have dinner...with me...I've always seen that Emeril guy on TV... I want to try it”, I figured she would say no.

“Can't...broke...rents due...”.

“I didn't ask you to pay...I asked you to have dinner”.

“Like a date....nooo...I'm married”, I'm sure these girls get hit on a lot.

“No...like dinner...”.

“I'd have to go home and change...” she waved dismissively at her outfit.

Persuasion is a gentle art.

“That's my phone...It's morning over there”. Her car old but clean, we were headed to apart of Vegas I had never seen.

“Hi honey...I love you too...”, Misty sounded excited....I felt like I was intruding. I tried to ignore the small talk, looking out window helped, it seemed like the only green spots here were the golf courses.

“Noooo....NO...No...No...you can't tell me your doing that...that's so gross”, I had tried to ignore the small talk, but a squealing girl is hard to ignore.

“Me too...but still honey...no...I'm driving”. This was getting pretty personal.

“I get ogled all day at work and now you too”, she said it to him, but looked at me, I guess I hadn't been so discrete after all. .

“No...I feel fat enough already...I'm not sending you a picture...no”. The pleading went on for a while...I kind of felt for the guy.

“Love you too...bye”, she tried not to laugh, then something kind of swept over her, nervousness or embarrassment or something. It must have been nervousness because she started talk...real fast.

“We've only been married a year and they shipped us out here to Nellis...fucking Vegas...then he gets orders to go over there... he wants me to send him a naked picture.... I'm as big as a bus... I hate my asshole boss... NO MONEY ...my husband only thinks about my tits.... we live in a shit hole....I miss my mom.... I was going to go to college... ”, wow, one sentence.

A tear formed and ran down her cheek. To say this girl was overwhelmed was an understatement, I touched her hand.

“At least he is thinking about you...”. That was all, that was it, that was the limit of my wisdom.

“Yea...since the 9th grade...” she wiped away the tear and tried to smile, the rest of the ride was quiet. Home for them was one of those live-in suite kind of places, really just motel room with a small kitchen. It was too hot to sit in the car, “come in”, it's kind of a mess, I'm always so tired”.

“God...really...”, Misty looked at her buzzing phone again.

“I guess he' really bored...horny...it's his day off ”, she typed in two letters, I'm guessing it was the word no. Ten seconds later it buzzed again, Misty tossed her purse on the bed and walked to the mirror, snapped a picture of herself and pushed the send button, “there”, she said.

“I think there's beer in the frig, from before he left...”, six month old beer didn't seem like a good idea.

“Oh...god...I've got to take off these damn heels, they make my back hurt...I'm wearing flats to dinner ”,
It seemed like a shame to deine the world the view of her ass in heels, but, I guess she gives at the office. Misty sat on the bed and unstrapped the black heels. I felt really uncomfortable, all I could think of was, a young married girl, young married pregnant girl, and me here alone with her...in Vegas.

“Ok...Ok...” Misty felt around on her tummy, her hand stopping over her belly button, she gave me a kind of silly grin.

“Feel...”she took my hand and then covered it her dainty fingers. The kid was moving around alright, maybe kicking or something, Misty leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hand never moved from mine. There was an intimacy, my dick stirred, her phone rang again.

“Yes dear...yes I know they are.....just big....I'm not sure...no I haven't bought any new ones...can't... rent remember...all I can fit into are my old sports bras. Are you still doing that...that's so gross....no....no... I'm not going to talk dirty to you...no. Me too honey...all time...my hormones are going like crazy. I miss you too....”. Wow this was more than uncomfortable, but it made my dick hard. I started to stand up, Misty pressed down on my hand, then pulled a pillow under her head, leaving my hand on her swollen tummy.

“Yes...my nipples are hard all the time lately...yes....I miss you...I love you...”. Misty's eyes were piercing, my hand moved up and down with her breathing.

“I would really like you to pull my top down so you could touch them”. Misty breathed slowly into the into the phone, a little human touch and her annoyance with him lessened. Gone was tired pregnant wifey, she had been replaced with sexy wifey the one that sounded like she was about to have phone sex with hubby.

“Would you like to touch them...see how hard they are...” Misty arched back, she talking to her horny husband 10,000 miles away, her eyes never left mine.

“Would like touch them...”, it took a second...but I got it. The tights were strapless, they would slide right off her shoulders. Was that what she wanted...really?

“God I wish you would touch them...that would feel so good honey....is your hand all greasy and warm...good...mmm”. Her eyes followed me as I pulled down the tight black tights. Her heavy breasts exploded in the conversation.

“Mmmm...honey the cool air feels so good on nipples...honey...mmm...their so hard...you like them when they are this hard honey...don't you”? I'm sure every male on earth would have liked them.

“God they are so hard... they ache honey, I really wish you would pinch them....”. Laying there bare chested, with her legs dangling off the bed, Misty, a lovely young girl I met three hours ago, was whispering to her husband., begging to have nipples touched.

“Mmmm....AAhhhh....o god that feels so good...” she was talking to him...she was talking to me. She flinched when my palms covered her peaks. She arched back when I stretched her swollen breasts up, pinching just her fleshy nipples.

“Oh honey...it hurts when there pinched...that makes me whimper doesn't it ”?

Misty's eyes begged, “...oh...oh..oh...o god...o god....please...please...do you remember how I sound when my titties are pinched...ou like to make me whimpe....don't you ...mmm....me too.”.

“O...honey they like to be kissed after there pinched....don't they. Please kiss them... please”. All this was a little hard to believe, I questioned her with my eyebrows.

“I wish you would kiss them...make them feel all better”, Misty whispered into the phone, her eyes never left me, she was an playing intense game and she was playing pretty hard.

“Slow down honey...make it last...just hold yourself for a minute...remember the first time you kissed my boobs....huh...talk to me baby”. Misty had stopped talking...I guess it was his turn. I hoped the little gasp she made when I swirled tongue around her hard nipple fit into the story line she was weaving for hubby, I think I could actually hear him moaning through the phone.

“Are you laying down...good...take you hand off your thing...mmmm....is it all hard honey...does it stand up all by itself ? Mmmm...oh...mmmm...that is hard honey...think about fucking me...does that make it harder...does if kind of bob up and down...when you dream of making love to me...mmmm... I miss it when it's that hard...”. Misty pushed my head towards her other breast, that nipple was just as hard as the first one. She teased him along and along, then slowly lifted my chin until our eyes met again.

“ wish I could touch you dick...it makes me all horny...I could thank you for making me whimper by touching it for you...”, Misty smiled.

I was hard... Misty grinned kind of a crooked grin, her tongue glazed over her perfect white teeth.

“O...your so big...” she seemed pleased... ”, her fingers were as dainty as her belly was big.

“Honey...mmm...touching you always makes horny doesn't it. Oh my..that makes my little pussy so wet...would you like me to touch me with your little soldier...”, her goofy smile almost made me laugh out loud, I had to turn my head, Misty pointed a scowling finger at me. I was beginning to wonder where this little game was going to end. I sure knew what I wanted, I wondered how far Misty was willing to take this.

“Honey....mmm...your so hard....does it feel good to stroke you hot cock....oh baby...my little pussy wants to be played with...but it's all covered up...should I uncover it....should I take off my clothes...for you”. He must have said yes, extending her free hand as though I should kiss it, Misty left my hardon dangling. A little wiggle of her shapely bottom, and a gentle tug from me and Misty was standing.

“I'm going to put the phone down for a minute...”, the tight tummy of a young mommy in waiting was quickly unveiled. With her bare bottom on the edge of the bed Misty laid back down and pulled her heels up and rested them on the very edge of the mattress. A pillow under her head; she pressed her knees together seemingly in a gesture of modesty, it didn't help much, the damp brown curl’s below her baby bump barely barely covered the promise of her womanhood.

Misty was trimmed enough to keep her curly brown pubic's inside her uniform, but not much more than that, in fact she was kind of shaggy down there, I suppose that's OK if your pregnant and hubby is half a world away.

“Mmm...baby....I'm all naked now...mmmm....honey I'm so horny....I miss...you sooo much...my pussy wants you honey....god my clit needs to be touched...”. The solf words were for him, her eyes stared between her legs at me.

“Would you like me hold you dick for you...”, Misty's hand reached for me, thousands of miles away hubby was stroking his own dick.

“That feel good.... “? Misty fingers were smooth and pretty, delicate and warm and wrapped around my throbbing cock. No time like the present, tentatively I touched her full tummy and then down towards her womanly mound.

“Mmmm...honey my pussy is all lonely....a finger on my pussy would feel so good...”. Misty's deep green eyes closed as her knees parted making room for my hand, she moaned when my index finger found her clit. Her grip on my penis was suddenly tighter, her silky fingers smeared the clear drops as they formed. A million miles away hubby stoked his dick to the soft moans of me fingering his wife.

“Remember the first time....our honeymoon...I was so scared...we did it a lot that week..mmmm...”, used to think that only the girls I was dating were saving it. .

“Honey...are you going to cum for me...does it feel good...”, Misty's fully spread her knees, her delicate folds were wet and creamy, I dabbed the most precious of all lubricants and swabbed her clit.

“O god....honey can you hear that...”.

“Rubbing it fast feels sooo...god...fuck oh fuck honey...” , Misty's hips thrust in search of more friction.

“God it's been six months....”. Misty ground against my thumb while cooing way more that sweet nothings into the phone.

“Honey remember when you would rub you dick on my pussy....remember...in the car...remember how you would make me cum...and then make a mess on my stomach”. The hand that had been holding my dick found the other pillow, helping her get it positioned under bottom seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do.

Misty grinned, I was hard, our fingers went back to the work of masturbation.

“I remember too...yes...do think my little pussy would like that now....mmmm....it would have to be gentle...I know you would...o god”. I held my thumb still as Misty be thrust her hips, grinding her way towards satisfaction, the grip of her free hand, warm on my dick loosened.

“Honey I would really like a nice hard cock to rub on my pussy...up and down...on my pussy...on my clit....mmmm....would you like that....it would make me cum..”. That was probably most sexy thing I have ever heard a girl say.

“Which is better honey ... a hand or a pregnant girl's pussy...”, I don't care what he thought, she was talking to me.

Misty rocked her hips back on the plump pillow, naked and spread before me Misty breathlessly teased her faraway hubby. Young and plump in the most womanly of ways her breasts rose and fell as she whispered, urging hubby on.

Her most feminine furrow last visited by hubby was now on naughty display me as Misty oozed the humid fragrance of a woman in need. Misty was a flushed faced and very naked young woman...I was a naked man with an erection, standing between her legs.

“Oh...Oh my.....”, Misty flinched, with her hips elevated she had to strain a little to look at me over her swollen tummy.

Teasingly I plopped my dick in her nest of her tangled pubic hairs a couple teasing thumps focused her attention for the moment, then toying with her long hair she whispered again to hubby. A glowing warmth seemed to radiate from the untrimmed curls. I tried to imagine the he silky wetness of Misty's slick groove, the place normally hidden away just for hubby.

“O god...please...please...rub my pussy”, I did.

The pink head of my dick replaced the grinding of my thumb, thumping her engorged clit at the top of my stroke and teasing her forbidden marital opening at the bottom of each delicious stroke, my erection slid up and down effortlessly. Misty seemed to enjoy the bumpy length of my dick, she gasped rhythmically into the phone.

Humping Misty's pussy brought back memories, I too had done this with a long ago teen girlfriend, usually sending her home with semen on the wrong side of her cotton panties. How Misty and her hubby had managed to do this bare, skin on skin and yet Misty remained virgin was hard for me to imagine. A few of her wet pubic hairs made there way between us, the added friction was almost too much, my erection was fully settled in her velvety brown lips that had flared into a perfect.hot wet clutching glove,

I'm sure hubby was enjoying his act of singular masturbation, Misty whispering in his ear had to help matters, I preferred her pussy.

“God honey my pussy... .god I wish you were here...o god...” Misty had started hump back in my direction, our boy and girl rhythms fell into a natural syncopation, Misty seemed to pause just as my dick reversed direction at the bottom of her fleshy vagina. Each time the oozing head of my prick passed over her precious opening Misty she seemed to grasp for me, those moments were fleetingly intense, there was heat in the moment.

“Fuck me....Fuck me..o god I need to be fucked....”.

“Dick in hand...I held myself still at Misty's marital passage.

“Oh honey...o god...o god....my pussy wants it...”, Misty closed her eyes, before rolling her hips back, her feet rested on my shoulders.

“Mmmmm....ohhh...did you come honey... mmmm....that feel good honey....mmmm....you bet you came a lot....didn't you ...“.

“Talk to me honey...I want to cum too....o god...”, I swabbed the very opening of her womanhood with my stiff dick, our juices meddled into the smell of sex.

“Fuck me....please...”. Misty's eyes begged.

“Huh....huh....huh...honey...o god honey I'm so close...”. I don't know what he was saying to her but whatever it was made her hips move, fast.

My hands followed the motion of her hips, one at the top of each fleshy thigh, Misty was tight and oh so wonderfully sloppy at the same time.

“Oh god...I'm cumming...she ground her clit into my pelvic bone and as only a girl enjoying male penetration can. He finish was noisy, mine was deep.


Post orgasm I laid beside her, panting, shadows were starting to cloud the white ceiling, Misty put my hand back on her tummy, their child stirred.

“It's his day off....he usually calls back in a few hours...”. That leftover kung pao chicken was pretty good.

Dplover

[forfunguy]

I liked it ..thanks for posting it !

[roadrunner]

I agree!

[OOAA]

Fantastic story dplover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dplover]

Is there a part two to this tale, or did it end here, your thoughts ?

[seacurious]

Sequels to ALL of your stories would be an early Christmas present for me.

[dplover]

You are very kind

Dplover

[hotcouplesw]

thx for posting. keep wriing

[Paul_Pines]

Great story!

[rypmar7]

Great story! Very hot!

[Rockhard11]

Any chance of a sequel?