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Subject: Let It Ride
"Twenty-three. Bust."
"Damnit. Fifty in."
"King. Down. Five. Ace. Would you like insurance, sir?"
"Naw."
"Dealer has blackjack. House Wins."
Donny Millson watched as another ten five dollar chips were raked
in by the dealer at the Midway, Midway casino in Reno. He'd come up to try
to break the stress of college life, and fallen into the trap of the
casinos over the weekend. He was down about two grand, and was young enough
to have illusions of a big win streak to win it back. So here he was, his
6' 4" 210 pound frame parked precariously on a stool in front of a
blackjack table at 4 in the AM in the morning on a nearly deserted casino
floor.
"King. Down. King. Six."
"I'll stand."
"Stand at twenty. Dealer has a five. Jack. House wins."
Donny looked down at his last hundred-dollar chip... and pushed
himself away from the table. With a deep sigh he walked across the floor to
the elevators to the hotel rooms when he saw this cute girl bent over the
roulette table. She was watching the ball spin intently as the two old men
there played. She was about 5' 4" and weighed maybe one hundred ten pounds
on a bad day. Short blonde hair cut in a Meg-Ryanish way with pert B, maybe
small C cup breasts, she sure was a welcome sight to a disappointed college
boy on a losing night.
Donny diverted his run to the elevators and moved next to her. The
ball was in play and he watched the girl follow it around and around until
it dropped. After it did, she smiled a bit, and then noticed his presence.
"Hi, I'm Donny."
She looked him over, checking him out, appraising him in some way.
"I just was on my way to my room when I noticed you over here and,
well, I don't know, I thought I'd talk to you."
"Bad night?"
"Yeah. Not my best by a long shot. I'm down by quite a bit and
threw in the towel just now. I couldn't catch a card to save my life."
"Maybe you're playing the wrong game."
"Probably. Would you like some breakfast? I mean, I've had enough
of the casino life for tonight, but I'd put off going to my room for some
pleasant company."
"Well Donny, I'll tell you what. You got one chip left, place it on
twenty six and if it comes up, you'll get my name and breakfast."
Donny knew one hundred dollars was a good sum of money at college,
but a drop compared to what he'd already thrown away tonight. He handed the
chip to the cute girl who laid it on the black felt circle with the white
26.
The croupier spun the wheel, and the two watched the blur of red,
black and green flash by. Soon the ball was put into play, adding its
rattle to the environment of the table. It lost its momentum and fell to
the wheel and into a slot.
"Black. Twenty-six."
Donny couldn't believe it. He had thirty-five hundred dollars and
breakfast with a cute girl. He spun and gave her a hug when he heard her
whisper, "Let it ride on twelve and if you win we split the pot and I'll
join you in your room for that breakfast."
Donny was torn between being ahead, walking away a winner... and
buck fever, that feeling that kicks your adrenalin into overdrive. He took
one hundred dollar chip off, winked at the girl, and placed the chips on
the red twelve circle. The old men raised their eyebrows and placed a
sizeable wager there too, causing the croupier to raise an eyebrow. Then
the wheel spun, and with it, Donny's vision. Dizzily the wheel rotated
through his senses, the rattle of the ball setting the pace of his
heart. Thirty-four hundred on a spin of the wheel. Then the world dropped
into place when he felt the girl kiss his cheek. The old men were toasting
each other and him. The ball sat snug in a slot next to a red box with the
number twelve inside of it. Over one hundred thousand dollars in chips sat
in front of him. He handed half to the girl and the walked back to the
elevators and up to his room.
When he walked into his room, he carefully placed his chips onto
the small table. He turned around and was pulled to the bed by the
girl. She'd thrown her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and
was kissing him so passionately he could feel his temperature rise. Soon
she flopped him over and undid his pants and pulled them off of him. Her
tongue was soon moving lightly over his scrotum, flicking and caressing
each testicle as it wound its path over his sack. Soon the moist tip was
running up over his shaft and parked itself inside the tip of his organ. It
did not move as her lips slid down over his rod encasing it inside her
warm, moist mouth.
As he was inside of her, he reached down and unbuttoned her
blouse. When the last button was undone he reached inside and began rubbing
a hard nipple on a firm round breast. As she bobbed up and down on him, he
gently kneaded and fondled each of her lovely orbs, paying close attention
to the nubs that topped each one. Finally she got up and stripped off her
clothes. He turned to look at her and saw come toward him, over him, in
front of him a six-inch penis. She resumed her wonderful oral stimulation
of him as her organ dangled right in front of his nose. Somewhere in him he
decided that what happens in Reno can stay in Reno and took her delicate
shaft into his mouth. Her moans of appreciation added a new level of
pleasure to her ministrations upon him, and he responded with more
eagerness on her penis.
She got up once again and rolled a condom on to him. Lubing it up
quickly she squatted over his rod and guided it into her bottom, her shaft
standing out from herself as his slid into her. Soon her scrotum rested
against his crotch, and she moved back up him with a great moan. Down she
plunged again, her ring tight around his shaft, his own moan adding to hers
as the pleasure mounted. Up and down his shaft she moved her bottom, and
his hand slid down to her rod to stroke it as he would his own, while his
other hand fondled a pert breast. To Donny's surprise these additional
stimulations had quite an effect on her as her liquid spurted from her
penis splattering his chest with warm, sticky goo. She bent over and licked
it off his nipples and sure enough, his head flared inside of her and the
latex began catching his fluid within this pretty girl's ass. Giggling she
moved off and cuddled up to him. Exhausted by the night's activities, all
of them, they soon were asleep.
Donny woke up to find the odd, pretty girl gone. No evidence of her
presence could immediately be found in the room as he went through his
morning routines. Cleaning up the room after cleaning up himself, he found
he was wrong; there were three traces in actuality. He threw the first one,
the sticky, semen filled rubber into the trashcan. Second were the full
stacks of chips on the table. Not only was his share there, but so was
hers... minus a single hundred-dollar chip. The third was a note, not
leaving a name, but a notice that if he played his cards right (or chips,
or dice...) he might get lucky in the spring when she transferred
colleges...
"Twenty-three. Bust."
"Damnit. Fifty in."
"King. Down. Five. Ace. Would you like insurance, sir?"
"Naw."
"Dealer has blackjack. House Wins."
Donny Millson watched as another ten five dollar chips were raked
in by the dealer at the Midway, Midway casino in Reno. He'd come up to try
to break the stress of college life, and fallen into the trap of the
casinos over the weekend. He was down about two grand, and was young enough
to have illusions of a big win streak to win it back. So here he was, his
6' 4" 210 pound frame parked precariously on a stool in front of a
blackjack table at 4 in the AM in the morning on a nearly deserted casino
floor.
"King. Down. King. Six."
"I'll stand."
"Stand at twenty. Dealer has a five. Jack. House wins."
Donny looked down at his last hundred-dollar chip... and pushed
himself away from the table. With a deep sigh he walked across the floor to
the elevators to the hotel rooms when he saw this cute girl bent over the
roulette table. She was watching the ball spin intently as the two old men
there played. She was about 5' 4" and weighed maybe one hundred ten pounds
on a bad day. Short blonde hair cut in a Meg-Ryanish way with pert B, maybe
small C cup breasts, she sure was a welcome sight to a disappointed college
boy on a losing night.
Donny diverted his run to the elevators and moved next to her. The
ball was in play and he watched the girl follow it around and around until
it dropped. After it did, she smiled a bit, and then noticed his presence.
"Hi, I'm Donny."
She looked him over, checking him out, appraising him in some way.
"I just was on my way to my room when I noticed you over here and,
well, I don't know, I thought I'd talk to you."
"Bad night?"
"Yeah. Not my best by a long shot. I'm down by quite a bit and
threw in the towel just now. I couldn't catch a card to save my life."
"Maybe you're playing the wrong game."
"Probably. Would you like some breakfast? I mean, I've had enough
of the casino life for tonight, but I'd put off going to my room for some
pleasant company."
"Well Donny, I'll tell you what. You got one chip left, place it on
twenty six and if it comes up, you'll get my name and breakfast."
Donny knew one hundred dollars was a good sum of money at college,
but a drop compared to what he'd already thrown away tonight. He handed the
chip to the cute girl who laid it on the black felt circle with the white
26.
The croupier spun the wheel, and the two watched the blur of red,
black and green flash by. Soon the ball was put into play, adding its
rattle to the environment of the table. It lost its momentum and fell to
the wheel and into a slot.
"Black. Twenty-six."
Donny couldn't believe it. He had thirty-five hundred dollars and
breakfast with a cute girl. He spun and gave her a hug when he heard her
whisper, "Let it ride on twelve and if you win we split the pot and I'll
join you in your room for that breakfast."
Donny was torn between being ahead, walking away a winner... and
buck fever, that feeling that kicks your adrenalin into overdrive. He took
one hundred dollar chip off, winked at the girl, and placed the chips on
the red twelve circle. The old men raised their eyebrows and placed a
sizeable wager there too, causing the croupier to raise an eyebrow. Then
the wheel spun, and with it, Donny's vision. Dizzily the wheel rotated
through his senses, the rattle of the ball setting the pace of his
heart. Thirty-four hundred on a spin of the wheel. Then the world dropped
into place when he felt the girl kiss his cheek. The old men were toasting
each other and him. The ball sat snug in a slot next to a red box with the
number twelve inside of it. Over one hundred thousand dollars in chips sat
in front of him. He handed half to the girl and the walked back to the
elevators and up to his room.
When he walked into his room, he carefully placed his chips onto
the small table. He turned around and was pulled to the bed by the
girl. She'd thrown her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and
was kissing him so passionately he could feel his temperature rise. Soon
she flopped him over and undid his pants and pulled them off of him. Her
tongue was soon moving lightly over his scrotum, flicking and caressing
each testicle as it wound its path over his sack. Soon the moist tip was
running up over his shaft and parked itself inside the tip of his organ. It
did not move as her lips slid down over his rod encasing it inside her
warm, moist mouth.
As he was inside of her, he reached down and unbuttoned her
blouse. When the last button was undone he reached inside and began rubbing
a hard nipple on a firm round breast. As she bobbed up and down on him, he
gently kneaded and fondled each of her lovely orbs, paying close attention
to the nubs that topped each one. Finally she got up and stripped off her
clothes. He turned to look at her and saw come toward him, over him, in
front of him a six-inch penis. She resumed her wonderful oral stimulation
of him as her organ dangled right in front of his nose. Somewhere in him he
decided that what happens in Reno can stay in Reno and took her delicate
shaft into his mouth. Her moans of appreciation added a new level of
pleasure to her ministrations upon him, and he responded with more
eagerness on her penis.
She got up once again and rolled a condom on to him. Lubing it up
quickly she squatted over his rod and guided it into her bottom, her shaft
standing out from herself as his slid into her. Soon her scrotum rested
against his crotch, and she moved back up him with a great moan. Down she
plunged again, her ring tight around his shaft, his own moan adding to hers
as the pleasure mounted. Up and down his shaft she moved her bottom, and
his hand slid down to her rod to stroke it as he would his own, while his
other hand fondled a pert breast. To Donny's surprise these additional
stimulations had quite an effect on her as her liquid spurted from her
penis splattering his chest with warm, sticky goo. She bent over and licked
it off his nipples and sure enough, his head flared inside of her and the
latex began catching his fluid within this pretty girl's ass. Giggling she
moved off and cuddled up to him. Exhausted by the night's activities, all
of them, they soon were asleep.
Donny woke up to find the odd, pretty girl gone. No evidence of her
presence could immediately be found in the room as he went through his
morning routines. Cleaning up the room after cleaning up himself, he found
he was wrong; there were three traces in actuality. He threw the first one,
the sticky, semen filled rubber into the trashcan. Second were the full
stacks of chips on the table. Not only was his share there, but so was
hers... minus a single hundred-dollar chip. The third was a note, not
leaving a name, but a notice that if he played his cards right (or chips,
or dice...) he might get lucky in the spring when she transferred
colleges...
