Have A Nice Ride
A Risqué Riches Casino Story
She wanted to watch me ride a cock. Just not her husband’s cock, not anymore. Mistress Stacy dressed me for the Casino in a short black dress with a flared skirt, silky black thigh highs, and black heels. Black lace bra and matching lace thong panties.
Now that she claimed me as her own, Her Pussy, as she sometimes calls me, Mistress Stacy has trained me as her submissive, to be obedient. I’m not by nature, obedient, but her touch drives me wild. I think it makes Daniel jealous, but I don’t care. He is the one who didn’t tell me he was married, launching an affair with me under false pretenses. We got caught, and the penalty is that his wife is my Domme. I couldn’t be happier, and now she dresses me up like her little sex doll, and I can’t wait to please her.
The three of us arrived at nine-thirty, to find a fair-sized crowd for a Tuesday evening. I was blown away by the layout, and all the sexy shenanigans going on. There were spanking contests, to see who take the most belts to the ass without asking for mercy. Several women in long gowns waited their turns to be next, and a few men as well. I wanted to go over there, but Stacy pulled on the leash attached to my collar, and gave me a warning look.
“Not now Pet. I have a better idea.” Stacy and Daniel walked ahead of me, as was proper, and I trailed behind them, looking around with great curiosity.
In the middle of the room was a big box, carved from black marble, with holes cut out at different places, giving people access to her body. I saw shapely legs hanging out of the foot of the box and there was a hole at the top for her head as well, and I knew the woman in there was surely naked.
Two different men had their hands in the box, touching her body, and since her arms were outstretched on either side of the box, all she could do was lay there, and allow these men to caress her. It tightened things low in my body. I wanted to be that girl in the box. Fuck! I heard her moan softly as the men touched her. It was so sexy, feeling the caresses of strange men on her body, and at one time. My pussy felt creamy already, and Mistress had told me I wasn’t to cum without permission
Mistress pulled on the leash again, really tugging this time, and turned around to glare at me. “Is this how you behave the first time we take you out to a nice place?” she hissed, angrily!
“I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”
“No, it won’t.” Mistress pulled my leash and curled it around her hand, making it shorter, so that I was forced to walk faster and keep up with her and Daniel. She stopped behind a crowd of nearly twenty people. Some of them parted to allow us in. In front of me was a beautiful sight of a young woman riding one of the Slut Machines, naked, her breasts bouncing beautifully, her eyes closed. The crowd bet on how long it would be before she creamed for us all. It was a simple gadget, a sex swing with a Sybian fucking machine attached below.
“You are next, my little slut. I want to watch you ride that cock for me.” My nipples hardened hearing that. In front of a crowd, I would ride this machine for her and in front of my lover, her husband, as well as others.
“Yes, Mistress.” I said, my face coloring. With lust or shame? Or both? One of the casino attendants wiped the machine down once the last girl was unstrapped from it, and smiled at me A handsome man, with dark hair and green eyes, held out his hand to me as Mistress urged me forward. Whispers and flirtatious laughter followed as my dress was removed, followed by my bra and panties.
The attendant stood behind me, fondling my breasts and reached a hand between my thighs to lube me up. Maybe Mistress had paid him to do this, feel me up on public, open my silken folds for the entertainment of the crowd. His thumb teased my clit while his thick fingers plunged inside me in full view of the crowd.
“You know you like it.” His gruff whisper combined with two of his fingers in my pussy, had me moaning. I looked at Daniel, whose eyes darkened with lust and anger. Both. I felt confused momentarily. He had not been mad that I gave myself to his wife, Stacy. Oh, because it was a man touching me, a man that was not him, fingering my pussy in public. That was almost enough to make me cum.
“If this doesn’t make you cum, I will fuck you myself.” The attendant’s gruff voice brought me back into the moment, as it was meant to do.
“In front of the crowd?” I asked softly.
“Yes, I will. I will take you and invite other men to take you as well, as many as you would like.” I didn’t know if that was a threat or a promise, but I want it. I want what he offers. Would my Mistress allow this?
My thighs quivered as he strapped me in, thinking about what he would do to me if I didn’t come. Maybe he said those things to make me come. He adjusted the penile attachment, at its base, and then stepped back I looked at him as he stood in front of me to turn the machine on. His name badge said Connor. He winked at me and pushed the button.
“Have a nice ride.”
The machine was set on slow and deep. I could tell because the dildo fucked me just like a man would when he was just getting started. I relaxed into the sensation, and admitted to myself that I liked being watched. I like being fucked in public, having all these men and women watch me, desire and other darker things, chase across their features as they watched.
“Oh god! Oh that feels so good!”
“You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you, slut. Don’t forget!” Mistress Stacy tried to approach me, but Connor held her back. “You’re not allowed to approach the machine while it is in progress, ma’am.”
“She’s my pet!” She snarled back at him. He turned his head slowly to look her in the eye and then she backed up a couple of steps. That turned me on as well. Connor made my Mistress back down.
Someone spun the wheel that determines how fast the machine goes. It was a man in a black on black tuxedo, wearing a black cowboy hat. He turned to watch me before the wheel stopped spinning, and winked at me. I gazed into those deep blue eyes, and they crinkled at the corners, and he rewarded me with a big smile. Suddenly, the machine picked up the pace, and I felt my pussy being pounded in a way I had not felt in a long time. The effort not to cum was excruciating. I screamed and squirmed in the swing, as the cock took me from the edge of Heaven to the outer reaches of Hell. I needed to cum so badly, I was literally sobbing.
After nearly five minutes of relentless pounding, the machine went back to slow, deep thrusts. I sank back in the swing, arching my back, needing that cock to touch the limits of my pussy. I was nearly insane with the need to cum, and seriously considering disobeying my Mistress, regardless of her edict. I would happily take any punishment she meted out later. I needed my release like I need air and water.
Daniel spun the wheel next, and the Slut Machine did something I had never seen it do before. It went all the way in and all the way out, in a teasing motion. I was screaming again and couldn’t stop the orgasm that was about to hit me.
“Cum, sweetie. Cum for me.” It was Daniel telling me to cum. His tuxedo pants tented in the front to such an extent that I knew what I would do as soon as I got loose of the swing. Thinking about his long thick musky meat sent me over the edge, and I felt my walls clench against the Sybian cock, and my body squirted my juices all over the toy inside my pussy and down the insides of both thighs, soaking the floor under the machine. My eye makeup was smudged under both eyes with tear tracks, and my body still trembled after Connor unstrapped me from the machine and helped me out of the swing.
“Come here baby” Daniel whispered and I looked at his wife for permission. She nodded, a sparkle in her eyes. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and I threw myself to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth, my hand under his sac, tugging gently, or maybe not so gently. I sucked and slurped that cock, and then took him all the way down my throat, to the astonishment of the crowd. They didn’t understand. I need this cock!
He leaned against the wall, and I pulled his pants the rest of the way down to his ankles and really sucked my way down to his balls, while still fisting his shaft, stroking him firmly at a medium pace as I took his sac in my mouth licking and sucking the underside of his balls, before licking my way back up to his cock.
He hissed and cursed the entire time as the crowd formed around us. Someone else was in the Slut Machine now, but it seemed that again, I was the center of attention. Some bets were called out as to whether I would swallow it or if he would come on my tits. Those were 50/50 odds.
He made eye contact with me, his hands in my hair, holding it out of the way. “Are you ready?” He asked me softly. I nodded with his pulsating member in my mouth and down my throat, and took a deep breath through my nose.
He moved in and out of my mouth, and down my throat at a dizzying pace. I held on to the backs of his legs for dear life as he fucked my mouth and throat. Then, I felt it, hot salty streams of cream slid down my throat. I swallowed all of it. The crowd went wild.
“I told you she would swallow!” It was the guy in the black cowboy hat. He looked down at me on the floor, with awe, wonder and desire. “You really are a cock sucking angel, aren’t you?”
I giggled, and buried my reddening face in Daniel’s pants, as he struggled to pull them up and buckle them. Mistress Stacy now stood directly in front of me. She reached down and put her finger under my chin to force me to look at her. I was afraid to do that just now. I resisted, but her finger became her finger and her thumb, and she forced my head up, and I regarded her with some fear.
“Good girl.” I smiled and felt some tears slide out of the corners of my eyes. She looked concerned. “Did you think I would be angry with you?” I nodded and didn’t trust myself to speak.
“Why did you think I would be angry with you?”
“I sucked your husband’s cock again, in public, this time.” Tears flowed from my eyes as I felt the shame and guilt hit me.
“You had permission, Pet. It’s okay. Don’t cry Pet.” She helped me up and then led me to the ladies’ room to get cleaned up.
In the Ladies’ room, she cleaned up and reapplied all my make up. “You didn’t come until you were given permission. I saw you out there, you did a good job of denying yourself. I thought you were going to lose control when that black hat cowboy spun the wheel, but you waited. I am so proud of you, Pet. From now on, when you’re a good girl, I will call you Pet. When you are a bad girl, I will call you slut. But tonight, you did wonderfully. I also won two big bets because of you. So, you can make a request of me, just one. What would like to do in the Casino tonight?”
My eyes lit up as I thought of the Black Marble Box. That was what I really wanted. More than anything.
“I really want to be the girl in the box, Mistress. Can I? Can I please?” I knelt before her just he way she liked, with my hands on the tops of my thighs, palms up. She had been teaching me this pose, along with other things, and I really wanted to show her that I have been paying attention to my lessons.
“Very well, if that is your request, it is granted. Let’s go find Daniel, and then we will make arrangements for you to be the next girl in the box.”
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