pride worked to my advantage.
Tonight I felt restless and I flew to Vegas. I found myself in the casino searching for my next adventure. The two men by the roulette table sat right in my stomach. I would have both of them by the end of the night.
I approached the table without making eye contact. I put down a modest sum on the table, enough to get me noticed, and played a few times. Whether I won or lost did not matter, what mattered is if I could make a few glances towards the men.
It proved not hard to get their attention in the tight red dress I had slipped into earlier. I saw them out of the corner of my eye and looked at them when they looked away. Both of them looked impeccable; they dressed the part of two men on the prowl. Their suits looked above their pay grade; they held on to their chips too much to be wealthy but they had spent a few dollars on a good fitting suit. Clean cut and both had jaws that could cut stone. I could not help but smile, thinking of having both of these men ravaging my body later on tonight.
The first time I made eye contact with them, they looked away. Polite, as well as humble. I appreciated that in younger men. It made it so much more fun to corrupt them with my depraved desires.
One of them coughed, embarrassed that I caught him gawking. I smiled, a warm smile to let him know I did not mind. To get my point across, I let a finger trailed down my neck into my cleavage.
Eye contact became constant after that. They shuffled, wanting to move closer but unsure if they should. I swiveled to my side and moved the chair to my left a little towards them.
They took the hint.
The one that I made eye contact with first sat down with a nervous smile. I licked my teeth with my lips. I could feel the heat building up inside of my body. I had to have patience, to snare them in my web. While the fantasy of fucking a well-built mature woman sat in the forefront of many younger men's masturbatory fantasies, I found the reality to be disappointing without the right technique.
"Hi."
I tried to keep from laughing. I turned my head and smile. "Hello."
"You're doing good tonight," he said, making a motion towards my winnings.
"I must be lucky," I replied, idly playing with my chips. I knew my low, sultry voice had an effect on men. Tonight I poured it on to entice them.
"Luke," the man said, holding out his hand. I accepted it and admired the strength behind it.
"Regina," I said. I turned my head upwards to the man standing at his side. "And you are?"
"Austin ma'am."
I grinned. "Ma'am, I like that. Your mothers raised you right," I said, turning back to the table, "So what brings two young, strapping men like yourselves to this fine casino?"
Both of them made nervous eye contact. "Uh, just a vacation."
"Oh?" I said, raising an eyebrow and making contact with Luke. "Is that all."
He nodded, his eyes betraying his lie.
"And uh, what are you doing here?" Austin asked.
"I'm on the hunt," I said, letting loose a wicked smile. Luke took a glance down my body.
"Hunt for what?"
"Something that excites me," I said, taking a sip from my drink and letting my words sink into their heads. I could see their cheeks turning just the most delightful shade of red. For being such attractive men, they did not seem to have much experience in having a woman come onto them.
"And what, uh, excites you?" Austin asked, clinking his chips together.
I made sure to stare at both of them, moving from one to the other when I responded. "Sexual encounters with young men."
The dealer knew better than to horn in our conversation. Most of the staff at this casino knew about me, and those that dared make a scene about would find themselves on the unemployment line with one phone call. The dealer wanted to start another round but both men had gone stiff and silent, staring at me.
"Gentlemen, are you ready to play?" I asked, raising that eyebrow.
After a tense moment, I motioned towards the roulette table. Luke laughed, a
Tonight I felt restless and I flew to Vegas. I found myself in the casino searching for my next adventure. The two men by the roulette table sat right in my stomach. I would have both of them by the end of the night.
I approached the table without making eye contact. I put down a modest sum on the table, enough to get me noticed, and played a few times. Whether I won or lost did not matter, what mattered is if I could make a few glances towards the men.
It proved not hard to get their attention in the tight red dress I had slipped into earlier. I saw them out of the corner of my eye and looked at them when they looked away. Both of them looked impeccable; they dressed the part of two men on the prowl. Their suits looked above their pay grade; they held on to their chips too much to be wealthy but they had spent a few dollars on a good fitting suit. Clean cut and both had jaws that could cut stone. I could not help but smile, thinking of having both of these men ravaging my body later on tonight.
The first time I made eye contact with them, they looked away. Polite, as well as humble. I appreciated that in younger men. It made it so much more fun to corrupt them with my depraved desires.
One of them coughed, embarrassed that I caught him gawking. I smiled, a warm smile to let him know I did not mind. To get my point across, I let a finger trailed down my neck into my cleavage.
Eye contact became constant after that. They shuffled, wanting to move closer but unsure if they should. I swiveled to my side and moved the chair to my left a little towards them.
They took the hint.
The one that I made eye contact with first sat down with a nervous smile. I licked my teeth with my lips. I could feel the heat building up inside of my body. I had to have patience, to snare them in my web. While the fantasy of fucking a well-built mature woman sat in the forefront of many younger men's masturbatory fantasies, I found the reality to be disappointing without the right technique.
"Hi."
I tried to keep from laughing. I turned my head and smile. "Hello."
"You're doing good tonight," he said, making a motion towards my winnings.
"I must be lucky," I replied, idly playing with my chips. I knew my low, sultry voice had an effect on men. Tonight I poured it on to entice them.
"Luke," the man said, holding out his hand. I accepted it and admired the strength behind it.
"Regina," I said. I turned my head upwards to the man standing at his side. "And you are?"
"Austin ma'am."
I grinned. "Ma'am, I like that. Your mothers raised you right," I said, turning back to the table, "So what brings two young, strapping men like yourselves to this fine casino?"
Both of them made nervous eye contact. "Uh, just a vacation."
"Oh?" I said, raising an eyebrow and making contact with Luke. "Is that all."
He nodded, his eyes betraying his lie.
"And uh, what are you doing here?" Austin asked.
"I'm on the hunt," I said, letting loose a wicked smile. Luke took a glance down my body.
"Hunt for what?"
"Something that excites me," I said, taking a sip from my drink and letting my words sink into their heads. I could see their cheeks turning just the most delightful shade of red. For being such attractive men, they did not seem to have much experience in having a woman come onto them.
"And what, uh, excites you?" Austin asked, clinking his chips together.
I made sure to stare at both of them, moving from one to the other when I responded. "Sexual encounters with young men."
The dealer knew better than to horn in our conversation. Most of the staff at this casino knew about me, and those that dared make a scene about would find themselves on the unemployment line with one phone call. The dealer wanted to start another round but both men had gone stiff and silent, staring at me.
"Gentlemen, are you ready to play?" I asked, raising that eyebrow.
After a tense moment, I motioned towards the roulette table. Luke laughed, a
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