by Jenna Kelly
Taking the few steps to Robert's apartment, she ran her hand through her shining hair. Knock 'em dead, she told herself.
***
Without cards, David resolved just to stay out of trouble. They'd come eventually. By making the occasional move at the right time, he'd managed to remain around average in chips for both the table and tournament. No chances. Just playing his opponent.
But when a bad beat damaged his stack, he realised this was going to be more difficult than his earlier confidence had suggested.
He needed some help—some piece of luck to break the shackles. It came in the form of the King of Diamonds-Queen of Hearts. The board flopped Queen-Queen-Ace and after enticing calls from two over ambitious players on the turn and river, his tournament—at last—was up and running.
The next opportunity arrived with the blinds 100-200, and a 25-chip ante. Dark Warrior, to his left, had been aggressive throughout. The trick was choosing the right moment to attack the table bully and chip leader. His opponent could break him. He could double him up, too.
It took twenty minutes before the opportunity arose. The Table Bully tried to steal David's big blind for the umpteenth time. David called with Ace-Five suited. Yes, it was a moderate hand, but it had potential and against this guy, he could even be ahead.
The flop was beautiful: Ace-Two-Three, two diamonds and a club.
With top pair and a straight flush draw, David checked to the aggressor. On cue, Dark Warrior tried to take the hand there and then with a pot sized raise. David thought it through. Either the Table Bully had missed, or possibly also held a flush draw. He hoped so. He gave a Hollywood pause before calling the bet.
The turn produced the seven of diamonds. The nuts!
Unless the board paired on the river, he was home and dry. How to extract maximum value? He bet half the pot, hoping to make it appear as if he wanted to prevent a big bet. The most basic of moves.
Either the Table Bully fell for it, or he'd hit his flush too. He went over the top with another pot-sized bet. There was only one move, but David gave the impression of thinking for a long time before he pushed all-in.
To his surprise, the Bully made an immediate call.
A set or two pair would make David vulnerable to the river. When his opponent turned over King–Queen of diamonds, his prayers had been answered. David's stack was approaching 20,000 chips. Just like that.
The Bully went out of the tournament next hand, overplaying pocket Queens. David smiled to himself. Those who live by the sword—
***
Marissa was feeling heady—how much champagne had she already consumed? She was happy. Her expectations had been met—they were alone. Nikolai's wife and kids would love to meet her, the huge Greek had explained, but they were at her sister's for the weekend.
How convenient!
When he'd offered to show her around the large, mansion-style house, it soon became clear he'd meant the bedroom. She stood just inside the door to the impressive suite, taking yet another sip from the expensive flute.
Her gaze floated around the enormous room, homing in on the wonderful four-poster bed. She'd never seen anything quite so grand, other than in her favourite movies. Then there were the mirrors. Watched herself make love had always been a masturbatory fantasy of hers. Tonight would be her first time!
Her moistness turned to wetness.
The quiet click behind her indicated that the huge Greek had closed the door. When one hairy hand slid to the velvet curve of her hip and caressed her through the soft silk, she felt her body react. The other was pushing her thick, flaxen blonde hair to one side to allow his lips to descend on her neck. The sensation sent shivers through her.
Marissa rolled her head to one side as his lips slid behind her jewelled earlobe. When the Greek slid his tongue along her soft skin, she allowed a soft moan to squeeze through her parted lips.
"You like?" he whispered into her flesh.
Marissa was unsure whether he referred to his lips, the room, or the bed. Her groan of approval covered all three possibilities.
This man would soon be fucking her again and she so wanted that thick, hard cock inside her again. When he ran his tongue unhurriedly across the muscles of her slender neck, it was as if he was revelling in the feel and taste of her flawlessly tanned skin. She tried to turn towards him but his hands held her in position. He was doing this his way. She loved that.
When his hands slipped upwards to cup and caress her breasts through the thin material of the dress, her head fell back, her body trembling in anticipation of the pleasures to come. The hands were easing the straps of her dress from her shoulders, allowing the dress to pool at her feet.
She loved his gasp. Going without underwear had been a brainwave.
The huge Greek wasn't wasting any time. But then, she hadn't expected him to. At last his large hands turned her to face him. Halfway there, his head bent and his mouth ran over the velvet skin of her swells.
His hands joined his mouth, cupping her superbly firm breasts as his tongue ran feather-light around the edge of one brown nipple.
"Nikolai—" she gasped in delight as his teeth pulled on the hard bud.
For a second, the blonde wondered how many women he'd entertained in this way. She quickly decided she didn't care. Yanking the back of his shirt from his trousers, her hands slipped under the material, allowing her long fingernails to slide through the hairs covering his sinuous flesh.
Emboldened, her other hand dropped to his cloth-covered erection. The huge cock slowly began to lengthen against her palm. It would be in her mouth again, soon.
Her movements didn't distract the huge Greek. She loved having her tits pleasured and her body tensed as his teeth enveloped one of her nipples again. A gentle bite. She relaxed again as his lips sucked on the erect bud. This man knew how to please a woman.
Her nipple began to swell in his mouth. "Oh, God—"
Her hands went to his hair, but he gently removed them, standing straight again and nodding across the room. "The bed…" he instructed.
She walked to the four-poster with a swing of her hips, allowing his eyes to feast on the provocative sway of her peachy ass. He waited until she'd spread herself across the scarlet sheets before undressing, enjoying the way her eyes widened at the sight of his impressive cock.
Glancing around, Marissa saw the thrusting member reflected in each of the mirrors covering the walls. It was surreal… and extremely erotic. She raised her curvy body up onto one elbow, watching as he reached for a bottle from the antique table by his side. Her eyes narrowed in an unspoken question as he unscrewed the cap and walked towards her.
"You like massage, yes?"
Her deep brown eyes gleamed. "That would be wonderful, Nikolai." Despite the still early hour, the evening was just getting better and better.
The Greek smiled as he poured oil onto his hands and worked them gently against each other. The mattress bounced a little as he sat beside her.
"Yesss…" Marissa couldn't help the gasp. The feel of his slippery hands caressing her velvet-smooth breasts was sensational.
"You like, beautiful Marissa?" the huge Greek rhetorically asked, kneading her supple flesh.
One big hand left her, streaming more oil over her rapidly lengthening nipples. Her eyes slowly glazed with pleasure as he expertly manipulated her gleaming, pliant breasts. God, she was so wet!
Without a pause in his expert manipulations, Nikolai crept onto on his side and slid a meaty thigh between her legs.
Marissa knew what he was offering. She tried not to. Show some restraint! But she couldn't stop herself. Within seconds, her curvy hips were rotating against him. The friction on her clit was divine. Her undulations back and forth on his iron-hard thigh increased.
"Look," he told her.
Her mouth fell open as she followed his gaze to the mirrors. An out of control blonde woman was fucking herself on the thigh of a hairy giant. Marissa whimpered helplessly as the sight took h
er over the edge.
It was all too much. Her body arched. Breath left her in a shivering gasp, almost suffocating her as the giant orgasmic tide swept through her shuddering body.
***
Robert answered the door. His grey eyes widened into a broad smile when he saw Natalie. Planting a warm kiss on both cheeks, he allowed her to float past him into the apartment. The size and opulence stunned her. Marble flooring. Marble furniture. Underfloor heating.
The camp club owner rolled his eyes as he read her thoughts. "I know! Everybody loves it! I've great taste, don't I?" He gave a shrill laugh at his own little joke, though the sparkle in his eyes conveyed his pleasure at her reaction.
"It's fabulous, Robert," she told him, her head swaying this way and that as she stared around her.
"Thank you, darling. But what about you?" he added, as he took her coat. "You look hot in that dress. If only I wasn't gay!"
The doorbell took his attention away. "Mingle! Mingle!" he waved, opening the door to greet his next guests.
Natalie's almond coloured eyes scoured the room, quickly falling on some of the crowd from the nightclub. She headed over to the spot by the large, balcony window where they stood, collecting a glass of bubbly from one of the hired-in waiters on her way.
The woman that intercepted her was stunning. The soft, blonde ringlets piled on top of her head complimented her glistening, tanned skin. And that makeup—and the way it accentuated her sultry, light blue eyes—was so perfect. As for the short, gold, glittering evening dress, Natalie would never have dared wear such a deliciously low plunging neckline.
"Hello," the woman nonchalantly said, blowing another smoke ring from that delicious looking mouth. "I'm Lindsay."
Natalie tried to compose herself. Lindsay Wellson was probably the most successful recording artist of the previous two years, with three number one albums Stateside and numerous music awards. Natalie had modelled herself on the beautiful artist, who along with Alabama3—who'd started that genre—was the only other country acid house artist in the world.
"I'm... I'm Natalie."
Lindsay smiled, her right hand brushing away the blonde lock that had tantalisingly fallen across her right eye. "I know, I've seen two of your performances at Robert's club. He was right—with a voice like yours, and that face and body to match, you just need a break."
"Tell me about it," the singing hopeful laughed. "I've been looking for a break for longer than I can remember."
"Why do you think I'm here?" the blonde superstar murmured, emphasising the point with a raised eyebrow.
"What… what do you mean?" Natalie asked, trying to register the meaning. Lindsay couldn't be there to see her! Could she?
The beautiful singing star ignored the question. "Do you know this is where I started."
"In England?"
The blonde gave a delicate, feminine laugh. Her hand went out, catching a waiter on his way past and securing two more glasses of champagne. "Not just England, Natalie! Three short years ago I was performing at Robert's club!"
Natalie's jaw dropped. "You're joshing—"
"It's true," Lindsay grinned. Her blue eyes sparkled deliciously as she leant in to the other woman, as if imparting a secret. "Three years ago," she whispered. "Then I got a break in Vegas. Robert recommended me. If it wasn't for that man, I'd still be at his club—"
Natalie laughed, raising her glass in tribute. "Then I'd be out of a job."
The megastar shook her head. "I doubt that. Natalie, your voice is every bit as good as mine." Her upraised hand stopped the objection. "Believe me, it is. If you get the same break as I had, your career could follow a similar path. I might be able to help—"
The brunette stared at the singing star. Was this a wind up? Her chest tightened at the thought. "Lindsay—"
The blonde shrugged her bare shoulders. "Think big, honey. How much do you want success? What are you prepared to sacrifice?
Natalie thought of her life. What wouldn't she give up? Anything had to be better than her current existence. Existence – that was a good word. She existed, not lived. "It means everything, Lindsay. I'd give up everything I have for my career. I was born to sing."
The smile that met her words promised everything. "Wonderful, Natalie. My trip to England was to search for new talent. Call in existing contacts. Find someone new. With promise. Each Angel is expected to unearth at least one."
"Angel...?" stammered Natalie.
Lindsay's eyes briefly clouded over. As if she'd let the cat out of the bag. "It doesn't matter for now," she dismissively said. "The point is that we're always seeking talented new female singers. Robert enthusiastically mentioned he had a potential star on his hands. He was right!"
***
The Greek's gleaming eyes watched Marissa's gleaming hips rise from the bed. He's seen it so often. His gaze flickered for a moment between the blonde and the hidden camera recording each move. Despite her orgasm, Marissa was making a concentrated effort to maintain contact with his thigh. It was fruitless.
Easing his leg from between her thighs, he shifted position above her. He'd allowed her to fulfil her need. Now for his. His movements were surprisingly graceful as he adjusted his huge torso across the recovering woman. Resting his hairy buttocks lightly on her washboard stomach, the Greek was careful to make sure his knees took his weight.
Her gasp indicated the blonde's instant awareness of his intentions.
Within seconds, he'd nestled his heavy erection into her slippery cleavage. Sometimes, they objected. He liked that—forcing himself was an aphrodisiac. This one didn't and he liked that too. Another tick in the box. Kaitlyn would be so pleased.
He pushed her firm breasts together, enveloping his veiny tower.
Her grunt was followed by a whimper of excitement "Oh—My—God!"
The Greek smiled as he slid his erection between her oily breasts. His balls rested comfortably against the plump undersides of her near perfect swells. The way she so readily accepted the position filled him with satisfaction. If she was concerned, she didn't show it.
She really was going to be the most perfect little acquisition!
He slid forwards until his chubby cockhead emerged from the top of her shining globes. His gentle back and forth thrusting made him pant slightly. It always did. His eyes stayed on her startled face. It wasn't easy finding a perfect partner for titfucking. Next to his wife, this one was close.
Nikolai' technique was impeccable. He knew that. Ease them into it. Make them beg for it. He panted more loudly as he unhurriedly fucked her tits, delighting in the friction against his thick girth, and the way her eyes conveyed her excitement.
"So good, beautiful Marissa," he encouraged, his hands still stroking and squeezing her slippery tits. "Look—"
She did, raising her head to stare at the glistening cockhead between her fleshy tunnel. With each re-appearance, its dark colour made an erotic contrast to the flawless tan of her glistening cleavage.
"Look—" he told her again, nodding across to the mirrors.
Her eyes followed his gaze, with ten erotic reflections of a huge, hairy man titfucking a blonde slut on the bed. She groaned at the sight. Was she really a slut? His slut? She luxuriated in the thought.
Nikolai' smile was lustful. Her ready acceptance, the sexy contortions of her face, the wildness in her eyes as she watched their reflection, combined to take him towards the end of his journey.
His pants grew louder. His thrusts grew faster. Her bullet-hard nipples pushed into his palms. When he squeezed her swells more tightly, her hands reached up to cover his. He frowned. Didn't she understand there was no stopping him now?
But he'd misread her intentions—she was urging him on.
The sexy model was as into this, as he was. Her hands squeezed his more tightly, raising her head to better watch his efforts. The Greek followed her gaze, staring at the fabulous, shining breasts as his huge erection relentlessly plunged between them. The sight, and the blon
de's complicity, was suddenly too much.
He roared like a beast as he came—an animal establishing its authority in the wild.
The first long rope of semen shot over her Slade shoulder, landing in her thick blonde hair. His second burst landed underneath her chin. The Greek panted his pleasure; continuing to fire over her neck and chest in long, warm rhythmic jets. It seemed his deep orgasm would never stop.
When it eventually did, his eyes smiled down at her. "Rub it in."
