A rather surreal few minutes

Getting masturbated by this gross man is not Stacy’s favourite thing in the world. But nonetheless, she surprises herself with how easily she allows it to happen. Perhaps it’s because she’s successfully distracting herself with the conversation she’s having on her phone, or perhaps it’s because this guy has already fucked her pussy, so it feels like not a bit deal in comparison, or perhaps it’s because she is gradually growing more accustomed to the craziness of the Casino’s virtual worlds.

In any case, it’s undeniably a good thing. Her primary goal is to win this game against Wilma, and to do that, she needs to convince Patrick that she’s the perfect free use fucktoy. So, being able to handle this rude invasion is surely a plus.

A small voice in her head reflects that this change in her attitude means that even if she does remove all her conversions, the Casino will have successfully have made a permanent change to her attitudes towards sex, but she pushes that thought to the back of her mind. It’s not helpful right now.

Wilma’s advantage here is that she’s a natural slut. Some of the things that might unnerve Stacy are things that Wilma probably finds fun. So it makes sense that in order to rise to her level, and beat her at her own game, Stacy just needs to immerse herself in the fantasy of being a huge slut.

That thought spurs her on, and she engages with Todd even more provocatively than before.

’What would you do to me if we were in the same room right now?’ Stacy asks him.

’I would kiss you all over.’ Todd replies quickly.

’All over? Even down there?’ Stacy asks.

’Especially down there.’ Todd shoots back.

’I want you to pump yourself to the thought of tasting my pussy juices.’ Stacy returns.

Where is this coming from?! She’s never sent a text like that to anyone. But it’s just flowing out so naturally right now.

…It probably helps that Patrick is working her up physically, skilfully trilling her love button in just the right way, with consistent speed and pressure. He might be a sexist asshole, but he clearly knows his way around his daughter.

Meanwhile, Wilma is still fully immersed in her own roleplay. She’s now actually on the phone, calling the gardener. Stacy isn’t sure why she’s acting quite so invested in this, but it’s clear that Wilma is more experienced than her at these Casino games, so perhaps there’s some good reason.

“Hello, this is Mrs Simmonds.” Wilma declares into the phone, still sounding pissed off. “My husband says that you are trying to claim that I did not pay you last week.”

There’s a pause.

“No no, remember, I paid you cash-in-hand.”

The poor fictional gardener probably hasn’t been paid, from his perspective. After all, Wilma is just making up her part as she goes along.

“I most certainly did. I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but I am seriously unimpressed. You’re not the only gardener for hire around here, you know.”

Suddenly, Patrick removes his hands from Stacy’s shorts. He lifts her up out of her barstool and places her down on her feet in the middle of the kitchen. He firmly presses a hand to the top of her head, guiding her down to her knees. Stacy focuses hard on keeping a neutral face, and pretending that nothing has changed, turning as much of her attention as possible to her phone, and not to the man who’s fishing his penis out of his pants, or the woman behind her whose dress is still hiked up above her hips, exposing her sheer orange undies.

The inevitable happens next - the tip of an erect cock pushes against her lips. Despite her lack of desire to suck this man’s cock, she understands the role she must play, and gently opens her mouth, making no other motion with her head or eyes, as if she’s a lifeless sex doll.

Patrick’s penis works its way inside, quickly filling her mouth to the brim with rock hard man-meat.

At least this means she won’t have to improvise any conversation, like Wilma. She’s not sure she’d be very good at that.

It also gives her some new ideas for how to continue to the conversation with Todd.

’I’m fantasizing about sucking your cock.’ She sends him. ’It’s big, and hard, but also soft and warm. Delicious.’

Patrick slowly fucks her face, as she does her best to pretend it’s a guy her age called Todd, even though Todd doesn’t even actually exist, and 19 isn’t actually her age.

“This is theft, you know. Actual theft. I don’t know how you can expect us to work together after this breach of trust.” Wilma is ranting down to the phone.

“I’ll gladly let you speak to my husband!” She adds after a pause, and struts over to where Patrick is standing, with Stacy at his feet.

“No no, you handle it dear, you’re doing great.” Patrick whispers, shaking his head. But he doesn’t shoo her away. Instead, her pulls down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts, and becomes to grope them. Meanwhile, his other hand is on Stacy’s head, guiding it back and forth, using her mouth as some sort of masturbatory aid.

“My husband will say exactly the same thing as I have.”

A pause.

“I am NOT being unreasonable!”

Todd has replied again.

’I think I’d die if you did that.’

’That’s nothing. Now I’m fantasizing about being your good little suckdoll. Underneath the table with your cock in my mouth while you play poker with your buddies. Just enjoying worshipping your dick and balls for hours, while you ignore me and pretend I’m not there.’

The fantasy is easy to invent, because it’s what she’d had to do for Matt last night, after he took all her chips in the poker game.

But she can do better - it’s one thing recounting memories, but it’s another to actually be inventive.

’Of course, if you wanted to, you could always reach under the table and push my head down, and **** me to throat you.’ She adds.

It happens to be at this moment that Patrick removes his hand from his wife’s breast, and places it on the back of Stacy’s head alongside his other hand. He then pulls Stacy’s head in, driving his cock in deep, towards the entrance of Stacy’s throat.

How fucking ironic. Stacy thinks dryly to herself, as she is **** to **** and splutter around this man’s turgid shaft.

She’s never voluntarily deepthroated a dick before, never mind been **** to. But, well, there has to be a first time for everything, doesn’t there. Despite her **** discomfort and mild panic at being suddenly unable to breathe, she doesn’t imagine this will be the last time this happens in a Casino world.

A sound indicates that Todd has replied, but Stacy can’t look right now. All she can see is Patrick’s shirt and suit pants, as he buries himself as far as he can inside her throat. Stacy just does her best to remain calm, and trust that this man will allow her to breathe before she passes out.

“This conversation is leaving a horrible taste in my mouth.” Wilma says haughtily. Stacy isn’t sure if that’s inspired by her ass-to-mouth experience, or the knowledge that Stacy’s got a cock in her throat and her lungs are burning from lack of oxygen. Probably both.

“You’ve been immensely disrespectful, and we’re going to find a new gardener. Good day to you.” Wilma ends the call with a passionate tap.

“So, we don’t have a gardener any more?” Patrick asks, sounding unimpressed.

“That man insulted me! And lied to me!” Wilma protests, still annoyed.

“You… ung… Are sure… ung… You definitely actually paid him?” Patrick asks, as he simultaneously ejaculates into the back of Stacy’s throat.

“Of course! I remember it so clearly!” Wilma responds stubbornly, ignoring that the man she’s talking to is clearly currently orgasming in her daughter’s mouth.

“Fine. I guess we’ll just have to find someone new. But in the future, let’s just make sure to get a signed receipt, yeah?”

Patrick slowly pulls out of Stacy’s mouth, allowing her to breathe again, through her nose at first, and then her mouth. Stacy starts to breathe through her mouth again, but the semen pooling on her tongue begins to drip out, and so she instinctively closes her mouth to catch it. But… She doesn’t want the cum in her mouth, and also, thinking about it, she probably shouldn’t have closed her mouth, right? Closing her mouth to catch the cum, in her mind, is a reaction to the sex, which she’s not supposed to make. So she decides to open her mouth again, allowing her to breathe properly, and letting the cum just drip down from her tongue to the kitchen floor.

It doesn’t matter anyway - she’s now being completely ignored by both Patrick and Wilma.

“This is not my fault!” Wilma retorts stubbornly, as Patrick wipes his cock clean on her dress.

“I didn’t say it was.” Patrick sounds exasperated, and turns to leave the room with his hands raised.

And then he suddenly circles back, slapping Stacy in the face with his semi-erect cock as he does.

Ow! What a dick.

“Forgot my phone.” He mumbles, before retrieving it from Wilma’s hand, and then making a quick exit.

Now that Patrick is gone, Stacy relaxes her posture. It seems that the scene is over, and again she’s pretty sure she survived without fucking anything up, thank god. She checks the latest message from Todd.

’I came so hard from thinking about that.’

’Me too.’ She lies. ’Let’s meet up tomorrow.’

An awkward thought passes through Stacy’s mind, that if this dimension has been created using some sort of magic, and persists after Stacy returns to the Casino, the poor 19 year old brunette called Stacy is going to find herself in a rather awkward situation now.

…She’ll just have to assume that this surely isn’t the case.

Patrick pops his head back in.

“That was really good. It really felt like I could just do whatever I wanted, even as we were talking about serious stuff. I think we’re going to nail this. Now get ready, it won’t be long until the car is here to take us to the assessment center.”

Stacy clenches her fists, settling her nerves. Two scenes down, probably only one to go. She can do this.