Casino Night, Wet Lips, Sweet Smile

The Friday night ritual had become a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of raising teenagers. Now, with them gone and settled in their own lives, the evenings were ours again, a quiet indulgence of shared intimacy. We rarely ventured out, eschewing the crowded clubs and noisy bars in favor of a more refined experience – a romantic dinner and a movie, or perhaps a quiet night in, just the two of us. But tonight was different. Tonight, Donna had a proposition that promised a thrilling deviation from our usual routine.

As we walked into the opulent casino, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and nervous excitement, Donna stopped me at the entrance, her smile a flash of white against her dark lipstick. “I’ve got a different kind of bet for us,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Whoever comes out with the most money wins.”

“Wins what?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“If I win, I get whatever I want,” she replied, her voice laced with anticipation, “And if you win, you get whatever you want. That's when we head home.”

A shared glance, a lingering kiss, and we entered the heart of the casino, drawn into the swirling vortex of flashing lights and the clatter of chips. We settled into our usual three-hour span, observing the high rollers and the hopeful beginners, our own silent bets placed. As the hours ticked by, the tension mounted, fueled by the unspoken promise of a night of pleasure. Finally, Donna declared it was time to tally up the scores. She counted her winnings, a triumphant glint in her eyes as she revealed just over five hundred dollars. I checked my own pile, finding five hundred and three dollars. A respectable haul, but not enough to claim victory.

“Nope, you made more,” Donna announced, her voice smooth and confident, “It’s all yours, honey.”

A moment of contemplation flashed across my face. This was an opportunity, a chance to indulge a secret desire. “I want to be your slave for the night,” I said, my voice low and deliberate.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Donna’s face as she excused herself to freshen up. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as I waited, my senses heightened, my body primed for the pleasure to come. When she returned, she wore a see-through black bra and matching black lace panties, her body a tantalizing silhouette against the backdrop of the casino. She placed one foot firmly on my left shoulder, her weight a sensual pressure against my chest, as she stood before me, her gaze intense and demanding.

“Smell my aroma, slave!” she commanded, her voice laced with a playful dominance.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, kneeling before her, my body responding instinctively to her touch. As she pulled my head towards her, the scent of her aroused body filled my senses, igniting a primal fire within me. Her wetness was intoxicating, a potent elixir that sent shivers down my spine. She slid one side of her panties over to allow me to taste her, her juices running down my chin as I licked at her swollen clitoris. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming.

Donna then turned around, bending over the sofa, her eyes locked on mine. “Now, you’ll be serving me!” she ordered, her voice taking on a sharper edge. I struggled to free myself from my pants, but she stopped me, her hand firmly gripping my chin. “You’ll have that later, dear, but right now you serve me!”

With a determined resolve, I lowered myself, my fingers reaching down to loosen my belt. I pulled my pants down, exposing my pale, throbbing member. Donna watched with an unblinking intensity, savoring the moment. As she began to grind her hips against my leg, a wave of heat spread through my body. The pre-cum surged, a thick, viscous fluid that coated my hand as I rubbed it around my member, lubricating it for the pleasure ahead. Then, with a swift movement, I thrust both hands into her tight ass, a desperate attempt to reach the depths within.

The moans began almost immediately, escalating into a crescendo of pleasure as she reached her climax. It was a powerful, visceral eruption, a release of pent-up desire that shook her entire body. The first squirt of warm, salty fluid hit my face, a shocking and exhilarating sensation. When she regained her composure, Donna turned her attention back to me, a playful glint in her eyes. She reached into her purse and pulled out her favorite toy – a large, vibrating blue dildo.

“On your back, slave!” she commanded, her voice dripping with command.

She positioned the dildo against my spine, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. As she continued to ride it, her moans intensified, her movements becoming more frantic and urgent. The aroma of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the scent of the lubricant, creating an intoxicating blend. I felt an overwhelming urge to respond, to meet her desire with my own.

With a surge of adrenaline, I slid my hand down my pants, rubbing pre-cum around my fingers to create a slippery coating. Then, with a final, desperate push, I plunged both hands deep into her tight ass, seeking the ultimate release. The sounds of pleasure intensified, a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room.

As she reached her climax once more, a powerful, explosive eruption that left her breathless and ecstatic, I continued to caress her body, responding to her every whim. Finally, she leaned back, exhausted but satisfied, and kissed me softly on the lips. It was the first time I had tasted my own cum, a salty, bitter sensation that was both shocking and strangely satisfying.

“Oral Sex Evening, for us,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment. "A very hot date night."

The casino faded into the background as we clung to each other, lost in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. It was a night of passion, a night of transgression, a night that would forever be etched in our memories. And as we left the casino, hand in hand, we knew that this was just the beginning of our own private, erotic adventures. As if to seal the night, we both liked each other on Facebook and encouraged those who enjoyed oral sex to do the same.

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