Hit the casino.

Riding the elevator down to the casino floor, you thought about all the times you lost gambling. You weren’t smart enough to win, but you at least had a stupid idea of how the world should work.

“I wish losing money would at least make girls want to give head.”

Down on the casino floor, women started to feel a tingle in their tonsils. Arriving and pulling out some cash, you wander to the dice table. As you arrive, the croupier yells,

“Seven out! Table loses!”

You hear a slight moan and cough. A gambler at the next table massages her neck. As the next cocktail waitress comes to offer you a drink, you stare at her outfit. A plastic bathing suit, clear cut through the middle showing the inside edges of her areola. You pull her to stand in front of you, and rub your crotch against her butt, your hand rubbing up and down her tight stomach. Next to you, a normal looking brunette with a ponytail studies the table.

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You place the smallest bet the table allows and pull out your member, sliding it between the waitress’s thighs. She squirms but doesn’t leave. If this will get you a blowjob, and she doesn’t have to be the woman to swallow you’re disgusting seed, she’s strangely okay with the situation. Minutes pass as you sway back and forth. Several more people lose before the woman next to you finally gives in and darts under the table. She kisses her way up the waitress’s thighs until reaching the point where the last inch of you moves in and out of her thigh gap.

You can’t see, but the former gambler is entranced at the sight, never breaking eye-contact as she licks the precum off the waitress’s thighs. Suddenly, you touch the back of her head, but before you could get a firm grasp, she dives in locking the waitress’ thighs in a vice between you and her forehead. She squeezed to get more than the last inch and a half into her mouth, moaning around your member.

You finally grasp the brunette’s ponytail and thrust into her face, managing to squish a full two inches into her mouth.

“Take it you whore!” you growl as you try to cut off the poor waitress’ circulation to her legs. With one final thrust you spray all over the brunette’s face. Slowly she comes from under the table, looking for a cocktail napkin or twenty.

“Eat it.” You mutter.

“I’m sorry, what sir?”

“Get one of your chips, use it like a scraper and eat all of my cum.”

She looks at the table manager, but gets no help, she has already moved on to the next customer. Slowly she grabs a dollar chip and scrapes it along her left cheek. She grimaces as she sucks the dime-sized droplet of semen into her mouth.

“That’s right, eat it all cutie.”

The tourist sobs silently as she eats the cum off her face, one bit at a time.

You think. This has been nice, but everyone so far has been forgettable except the waitress, still being held in place. Maybe you should try your luck somewhere else, or see if you can take a cuddle bunny back to your room?