The second round

Eris’s face burns and she can barely keep her mind in the game even as the second round begins. Even the cold air of the casino cannot quench the fire burning between her loins. Every inch of her skin prickles as she feels thousands of eyeballs drinking in her every curve. Even the players at the table find it difficult to draw their attention away from the barely-clothed sexdoll before them.

With her mental boomed from losing the first round, Eris folds when Gaston puts the pressure on, though the ultimate winner ends up being Natalie. With only one spin on the wheel, Eris watches with bated breath as the needle falls on the lipstick mark.

“The penalty is a 30 second kiss with the winner, Natalie!” Jim announces as the blonde princess stands, ready to claim her prize.

Surprisingly, the redhead finds herself not quite opposed to the idea but before she can say anything her lips are captured in a passionate kiss that feels oh so good and familiar?

“Mhmm…” Eris melts in the pretty woman’s arms as Natalie’s hands snake around her waist to grasp at her plump rump.

The Baroness digs her fingers into the meaty flesh as she makes out with Eris, pulling her ass cheeks apart and giving the audience a tantalizing view of how her thong digs into her asscrack, the thin material barely able to cover her privates. The 30 second penalty is over before Eris realizes, and her lips still tingle even as Natalie pulls away and returns to her seat with a smirk.

“Looks like contestant Eris can’t get enough. Natalie certainly lives up to her reputation. Now, onto round 3!”

Unfortunately, the subsequent round goes no better for our heroine. Round 3 sees her lose to The Fat Man again and she’s **** to endure half a minute of him mauling her E-cup jugs, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin material of the pasties.

“Not so hard…” She grounds out to no avail as The Fat Man grants her no respite from the stimulation until her legs almost give out under her.

By this point, her thong is almost transparent from the amount of love juices soaking through it, and when The Fat Man gives her clit a good flick as the timer expires, Eris has to bite her tongue to stop her cry of near-orgasmic bliss.

Round 4 is when things start going her way. She finally scores a small win, her pair beating out the other weak hands. Round 5 sees a fierce duel between Gaston and The Fat Man, with the Fat Man emerging victorious and knocking Gaston out of the running. The redhead nervously watches as the wheel spins five times, finally letting out a sigh of relief when it avoids the strip option. Unfortunately, that still left a major penalty of a 30 second titjob.

“Come on. Get on your knees.” The Fat Man orders, already unbuttoning his trousers.

Eris can’t believe that this would pass in the public space of a casino, but judging from the excited hollers of the crowd, this was business as usual. She grits her teeth and lowers herself in front of him, only to get the shock of her life as a heavy slab of manmeat lands square across her face.

“A- are you serious?” She squeaks out as she feels the pillar of flesh throb against her soft cheek. It’s long enough to drape all the way from her chin to past her scalp and thick as a baby’s arm.

“We don’t have all day. Hurry up and get started.” The Fat Man grunts.

‘If I had agreed to be his woman, that monster would be rearranging my guts right now.” Eris quakes as she arcs her back, allowing his dick to slide off her face and into her deep cleavage. And yet, she feels an itch deep in her core at the thought of such a monster cock pounding the ever-loving shit out of her, crushing her uterus before packing her womb full of rich sperm. The hearts in her eyes are almost apparent as she subserviently shakes her tits around his penis, using her arms to hold her mammaries tight around his shaft.

Every downstroke causes the glans of his cock to poke at Eris’s face and the thick scent further muddles her mind as she imagines getting pinned underneath The Fat Man’s bulky frame. In a lust daze, Eris fucks his penis with her tits, sliding them up and down as her legs unconsciously opening into a bow-legged stance, clear fluid could be seen dripping from her crotch onto the floor. It’s only the buzz of the timer going off that finally shakes her from her stupor and she pulls away, furious at how easily she lost herself to the cock. He grins at her without even bothering to tuck his dick back into his pants as the dealer gives out the cards to Round 6.

“The ante is now increased to 3 chips.” The stone-faced dealer announces.

Chip Count:

The Fat Man: 50

Natalie: 10

Gaston: Out

Eris: Clothes left- pasties, panties. (10 chips)