Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
NOTE: This will hopefully be a series, so, it's going to start out slow, and build up, just like a nice orgasm.
To say that she was stunning would be an understatement. But it wasn't her looks that caught my eye. No, in my job, I see attractive women all the time. She was top shelf. She was also a thief, pocketing a handful of casino chips from a neighboring gambler.
I work for casino security at the MGM Grand. My main job is to keep an eye on the craps tables, watching for people trying to drop bets on the table after the dice have landed. It happens more often than you'd think, hence the tremendous security procedures in place. I'm the "eye in the sky", using high-res cameras from above to zoom and watch the action. The technology here is amazing. Cameras everywhere, and, they have incredible zoom capabilities.
Standard operating procedure is for me to inform my supervisor, let him quickly review the video, and then have the Goon Squad pick up the offender and make the arrest. I decided to try something different with this one. I'd been planning something for a while, and this seemed like an opportune time to try.
After tagging her with a security marker, I signed out for lunch and quickly headed down to the casino floor via the high-speed security elevator. Pulling out my iPhone, our security app showed me her location. Heading for an exit. Uh huh.
I intercepted her halfway to the East Wing exit. When I stepped out in front of her, I suprised her. I flashed my ID and her face went from annoyance to fear.
"You need to come with me, Miss."
"What are you talking about? I'm leaving, get out of my way."
I anticipated this reaction. The security tag not only let me keep track of her movements through the casino, it also kept a clip of her transgression.
I held up my iPhone, still blocking her way, and watched her eyes as she looked at the video clip. She had pretty green eyes, but they were now showing fear, and starting to tear up.
"Come with me, Miss," I said, taking her slender arm in my grasp and moving both of us towards a security door.
"Wait, please, let me explain. Wait, let me return the chips, or here, you can have them...." She babbled a bit as we entered the security corridor. I didn't listen. I didn't care. I'd heard it all before, and frankly, I just wanted to see if my plan would work.
I used my ID to swipe and gain us entrance through a door with no markings on it. I turned on a light. The room was not large, and sparsely decorated. A table, a few chairs, a sofa, and a closet door. There was also a mirror on the wall, and what appeared to be an intercom or control panel near it.
"Sit." I went over to the wall and pressed a couple of buttons as she sat. Near the mirror, a red light appeared.
"This session is now being taped. Let me see your driver's license."
She reluctantly reached into her purse and removed her license from a brown wallet.
"Okay, Alanna, let's see the chips."
She again went to the purse, this time pulling out what appeared to be about a dozen chips.
"I'm sorry...I just was trying to make a few bucks to bring home. I'm here in Vegas on a family trip."
A few bucks? I looked at the chips. There were three pumpkins, a handful of Barneys, and the rest were black $100 chips. If you're not familiar with chip terms, Barney are purple chips, worth $500 each. Pumpkins are orange; $1000 chips! She had about six or seven thousand dollars worth of chips! This could be interesting.
"Do you know what you've done, Alanna? Do you know how much you have here?"
She looked at me strangely.
"I don't know, was hoping it was a hundred dollars."
"Alanna, there's over six thousand dollars worth of chips there. Over $500 makes it a Class D felony. Over $1,000 makes it a Class C, and over $5,000 is a Class B felony. You're in deep shit, girl."
"Oh my god...I had no idea! What's going to happen?"
I just sat there and stared at her. Even scared she was a treat to look at.
"Class B felony? You're looking at 3-5 years, get out in 18 months with good behavior."
"WHAT??!! You can't be serious! I didn't mean it, Mister. Honest! It was just for a thrill. Oh my god, what about my baby boy?! I can't go to jail!"
I could see the panic setting in.
"Child services will take your kid. He'll go to a foster home. You might get him back when you get out. Not sure."
That did it. The water works started, tears flowing down her cheeks as she started crying, bringing her hands up to her face. I let it go on for a bit. Then I got up and went over to the wall, pressed a few buttons, and turned off the recording.
"Or, maybe we can work something out." I let it sit out there, just seven words, but for her, a ray of hope. She looked up at me, her eyes already red.
"Oh please, Mister. Please just let me go. I'll never come back here, I promise."
Heh. Let her go. Fat chance of that happening.
"Come here," I commanded.
Slowly she got up and moved over to where I was standing, looking at me. I stared back at her.
Truth be told, I was nervous as all hell. Why? Well, to start with, I was a virgin. Not that I wanted to be, it just had worked out that way. I had a few girlfriends in school, but the best I got was a handjob from one, and rubbing another girl on the outside of her jeans. Guess I spent too much time messing around building websites. So yeah, I was scared. What I was about to do could get ME in deep trouble. But I had to try because I'd never get a girl this beautiful to go out with me.
"Get down on your knees, Alanna."
As her brain processed what I was telling her to do, her eyes got big.
"If you don't, I'll have the cops here in 60 seconds and you'll be in jail inside of 15 minutes, and maybe never see your kid again!"
I don't know where the chutzpah came from...sheesh!
Alanna dropped to her knees, her eyes looking at my feet.
"Unzip my pants."
Slowly, reluctantly, her arms rose and her hands took hold of my zipper and drew it downwards.
"Take it out."
Her eyes looked up at mine.
"Take it out."
Her hands reached inside. As her fingers touched my cock, a chill went up my spine. God, this was great. I was sooooo hard.
She managed to get it out and then let go.
"My balls, too."
Again she reached into my pants and through my underwear, pulling out my balls.
Then, without preamble or any warning, Alanna punched me in the balls.!
I crumpled, my eyes closing in agony.
Alanna grabbed her purse, looked at me, then grabbed the chips and ran for the door. Much to her horror, it was locked and there was no way to unlock it. She pounded on it, kicked it a few times, and then just sank to the floor.
Thankfully, I guess, she didn't come over and start wailing on me with a chair. Thankfully, she was too close to really get in a solid punch, so my recovery was fairly quick. I got up and moved over to where she was sitting. She was crying softly. SHE was crying softly!
I pulled a small folding knife out of my pocket and flicked it open. That noise got her attention and she looked at the knife, and then my eyes.
"If you do anything to hurt me again, I'll cut your throat. Do you understand?"
Her eyes, wide again, blinked. And she nodded.
"Get over here and give me a blowjob."
"I've never done that before," she said, looking again at my feet as she moved close to me.
"C'mon, you have a kid, you're married, you..." she cut me off.
"I never said I was married. I had sex twice and got pregnant. I, I just don't have a lot of experience."
"Look, my lunch break is over in ten minutes. If I don't walk out of her satisfied, you are going to jail."
"Please...I'll do what you asked. I'll try."
A couple of seconds later I felt her lips against my balls, kissing them. I almost winced, but didn't. She kissed them several times, almost as if her lips were seeking an apology for her hands. That feeling was replaced by something nicer, as a warm, wet tongue made contact with my balls.
Alanna began licking them, gently. I looked down and could see some pre-cum leaking from my cock. I knew I wouldn't last long...my first blowjob!
She moved up and started licking the shaft of my cock. God, her tongue felt great. Nothing could feel better than this, I thought to myself.
Of course, I was wrong. I almost creamed when she took the head of my cock into her mouth along with a couple of inches. She may have never given a blowjob, but I bet she watched some porn because she knew her way around a cock.
Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, she started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, taking half of it in before sliding back up, and then back down again. Her fingers from one hand gently rubbed my balls.
Me? I was coding HTML in my head, desperating trying to distract myself. It wasn't working.
I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled while at the same time thrusting my cock forward. Her mouth completely enveloped my cock to the root, a sound coming from her throat as my cockhead invaded it. I held her tight against me as my balls pumped shot after shot of hot cum into the back of her mouth and throat. She tried to pull away, her eyes looking up at mine, but I held tight until I was finished draining my balls. As I pulled out my cock wiped across her face, leaving a small cum trail on her lips and chin.
As I recovered, Alanna got up and looked around, trying to figure out what to do.
"We are not done."
She looked at me, aghast.
I reached into my pocket and fished out a room key card and handed it to her.
"Tell whomever you want that you ran into a friend, and that you are going to hang out tonight. Say that you might stay at her room, but that you'll call, of course. BE CONVINCING! If you are not back here by 7pm, I'll turn in the video to the cops. I've seen your ID, Alanna. You'll go to jail. Room 469. Get it? Four-sixty-nine."
I went over to the door, swiped my card, and opened it.
"Get out," I told her.
As she started to leave I told her to wait. Reaching up, I touched her face with my finger, wiping it clean of my cum. I pushed my finger into her mouth.
Looking into my eyes, she rolled her tongue over it, removing the cock juice.
"Now get out."
After she left, I pulled out my phone and texted "I did it! I really did it! She's hot! Meet me at 6pm, room 469!"
To be continued...
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