It was a typical hot evening in Vegas. As I walked into a casino, a blast of cold air hit me and chilled the light sweat that covered me from head to toe. It felt good. I walked about the circle of black jack tables, evaluating the evening's action. I felt the usual weight of security camera's, and pit bosses watching every move. I eventually came to a table with only three players, one being a knockout black-haired raven in her early 30's. I stood and watched as she drew 21 two out of three hands. She seemed oblivious to my observation, so I sat next to her in the vacant black leather chair. I sat to her right, hoping to steal her luck from the order of the deal.

Steal her luck I did. I couldn't loose, and unfortunately she could no longer win. I drew the cards she needed, and passed on the cards that bust her. She kept cool though, and her confidence was unnerving. However, I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with the situation. As much as I hate to admit it, I was always a sucker for a beautiful woman and it just didn't feel right having this control over her. I tried to amend, and even went so far as to take a hit on 16 with the dealer showing 6. I drew a five card for a 21 and she went bust.

My attention was drawn to her and my mind was no longer on the game. The tight black short skirt she wore was riding up higher and higher revealing the tops of her silky black nylon stockings. They had a fancy lace pattern that stretched tightly around her thighs. She moved her legs seductively, crossing them from side to side, and then she'd rub the inside of her thighs and adjust her stockings by pulling and smoothing them out. Her legs were thin and firm, but nicely curved, and seeing them alone gave me a hard on that wouldn't quit. I tried to hide it by crossing my legs.

I could feel her slyly studying me from head to toe, and the cool casino air now felt like a hot blast from an oven. Apparently she had taken enough loosing hands, as she held back her chips from the upcoming deal. However, she reached in her purse and pulled out a business card and a pen. She wrote on the card, and with the card in the palm of her hand she brought it down to my crotch. She cupped her hand over my crotch and squeezed softly with the card still in her palm. She left the card on my painful hard on, got up and walked away.

For a moment, time stood still. It seemed that the whole casino stopped and watched her as she walked away. She was tall and slender, with sharp features and straight black hair just beyond shoulder length. She was dressed completely in black. Her gorgeous shapely legs were wrapped tightly in black nylon, and the black skirt framed the outline of her spectacular ass. Her skirt rode high enough to reveal the top lace of her nylons, and an inch or two of her creamy thighs. The light black knit blouse she wore hung gently around her braless breasts, and her nipples were hard and clearly visible as they poked against the loose fabric. Her breasts swayed slightly as she moved away, and the opening in her blouse revealed the cleavage and shape of two breasts, perfect in size and shape; perfect in my book anyway.

I watched... mesmerized by her and what had just occurred, when suddenly she turned slowly, and without missing a step, she shot me a sly seductive smile. I was frantic. I wanted to jump up and chase her... but the card.... the card... I fumbled with the card and held it up trying to read it and watch her at the same time. It was a blank card except for the handwritten note, "Room 556 @ 10 pm," was all it said. A panic came over me... 10 pm. What time is it now, I quickly read my watch... 9:35 pm. That didn't give me much time... what does she have in mind? I tossed the dealer a five-dollar chip who returned a, "Thank you," and a smile that said, "You lucky son of a bitch."

It was 9:45 when I reached my room and opened the door. Within minutes, the small room looked like it was hit by a hurricane. In a storm of towels, shorts, shirts, pants, I managed to cleanup, shave, and dress with the best of everything I could find. I ran my fingers through my damp hair trying to tame it down a bit. Quickly, I poured a few drops of Draquar Noir into the palm of my hands and patted it onto my neck, underarms, with the remainder going to my balls and cock. I looked at my watch... 10:02... Damn, I was late. I ran out into the hallway to the elevator.

Room 556... there it was. I looked at my watch, 10:10... not to late, considering the short notice she gave me. I knocked on the door nervously with one knuckle and it opened almost instantly as if someone was waiting there for me. It was her, and I managed a sheepish apologetic smile.

"Your late," she said with no expression on her face.

"Yeah sorry I .. tried.... but..." She put her hand up to my mouth and said, "Shhh, don't talk. Don't ever talk."

I tilted my head curiously not knowing what to think. I just nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders in bewilderment as she pulled me into the room and let the door close behind me.

I tried to indiscreetly check her out. She had on the same skirt and blouse that she wore at the table. My God, she was every man's dream and fantasy, and I wondered how I managed to fall into her lair.

She approached me and ran her hands through my damp hair, "You didn't have time to dry your hair?" she asked. My face turned red with a blush. I motioned my head with a shy apologetic no.

I was in a very large plush suite, larger and much nicer than I had ever seen. She must be a shooter I thought. The large room was nicely decorated with a large sofa, love seat, and chair. But the thing that caught my attention was a young man standing in the middle of the formal living room. He was perfectly still, and stood there with his head hanging low, as if he was part of the decorations. Was he a human statue, or was he awaiting orders? He was a young man, probably mid twenties, and about my height... six foot or so. He was handsome, with blonde hair and a thin but muscular build. His black satin boxers revealed the shape of a large thick dick.

"I think I'll call you Jack," she told me. Why would she call me Jack? I replied, "but my name's …" This time she seemed more aggressive, as she brought a finger up tightly against my lips. "Don't talk Jack… don't even think about talking. Do you understand?" I nodded yes.

"You're probably curious what this is all about, aren't you Jack?" she asked. I had no idea, but I nodded yes.

"It's all about me Jack, it's all about me. You give me what I like, and expect nothing in return, only the privilege of servicing my every need. I have many needs Jack, and most of them are nasty. Not every man can do and take what I expect them too. So how about it Jack? Are you nasty enough? Are you perverted enough to do anything I ask? Do you want a sample?

"Would you like a sample of me Jack," she smiled and came up close feeling me up and down with both hands, but not touching my dick, which was quickly springing to life. She brought her face up to my neck and sniffed, "You smell good jack," she smiled slightly. "You showered but didn't bother to dry your hair, or comb it. Oh Jack," she said as if disappointed, while running her hands through my hair.

She faced me directly with confidence and in complete control. Her warm breath against my face and her perfume were dizzying. My legs and knees shook slightly and I felt as if I was being overcome. She gently but firmly pushed me down by the shoulders onto my knees. She reached behind my head and pulled me forward to nestle my face in her crotch. The only thing between my face and her pussy was the thin fabric of her skirt. I felt the steamy warmth of her pussy against my face and I breathed in through the fabric of her skirt hoping to taste her pussy through the warm moist air between her legs.

"Here you go Jack," she said coyly and she slowly lifted her skirt to reveal the slit between her legs. I wasn't surprised that she didn't wear underwear. Her pussy was mostly shaved, but adorned with a perfect little triangle of pubic hair. Her lips protruded slightly and glistened with moisture.

She held me with one hand behind my neck, while her other hand spread her pussy lips. I was off balance, but she held me and kept me from falling back as she pushed her pussy against my mouth. It was an odd feeling knowing I was about to fall and having to trust her that she would keep me safe, while at the same time, she fed me the hottest pussy I've ever eaten. She was beginning to control me. "Do you like that Jack," she asked as she ground her pussy against my mouth. I again managed to muster up enough strength to nod my head yes. I was being drained of any strength and self control that I had left.

She moved away and held my head just a half-inch away from her pussy. I would occasionally catch a whiff of the warm musty perfumed air around it. "Have you ever been owned by a woman Jack? You know what they say don't you? Once a woman pisses in your mouth, she owns you forever. Do you think that's true Jack?"

At that point she could have done anything to me, she already owned me. I nodded yes.

"Do you want me to own you Jack? You can say no and walk out. But if you say yes, you might not realize what your in for. You'll be mine to do anything I please... anything at all. And! I will give you or use you in any manner I please," she pointed to the young man, I supposed as an example. "So what is it Jack.... will you give yourself to me?" she asked seductively, speaking slowly and self-assured. She waved her pussy around my face coming ever so close, but not touching it. I tried to reach for it with my nose, and breathed in deeply trying to gather its scent.

I looked over at the young man. He still stood looking at the ground, but I could see his cock was beginning to swell as it pushed slightly against his black satin shorts. I had never been with a man, and I didn't know if she'd expect me to, but with this devil woman in control, I would do anything for another taste of her pussy.

"Well what is it Jack... yes or no? Will you take my piss and become mine? I'm not going to wait all day, my pussy needs attention." I looked up at her from between her legs that were slightly spread, as she towered over me in complete control. She had the finest body I had ever seen, in real life, magazine, or porno flick. Her breasts, her ass, her thighs and legs, all came together in smooth silky curves to form a work of art. Whoever programmed my mind to be instinctively excited at the shape of a woman, surely used her as an example. I squeaked out a... "yes"

With that she slapped me hard across the face, I was stunned for a moment. "I told you not to talk," she demanded. I was outraged and a flood of anger came over me. It quickly brought me back to the real world and I instinctively jumped up ready to fight.

She moved seductively towards me again, and softly rubbed my cheek that burned hot from the slap. This time, she came close enough where I felt her nipples against my chest. "Jack, if you're going to be mine, you have to give yourself completely. You can only do what I tell you to do. I'm sorry if I hurt you," she said as she kissed me softly on the cheek. "You can go if you want." But I was falling back into her trap, into her world. I slowly got back down on my knees, and put my head back begging for pussy. She softly re-assured me, "Just think, no more decisions to make, no more kissing ass; other than mine. No more working for a meager living... I will be your whole world."

"No more work?" I thought... what was that about. Just what was she offering me here? This sounded like an interview for a full time job. The strangest interview I've ever had. I could always back out later or hide if it ever came to that. How could she offer me all this? Everything she knew about me came from a few minutes sitting next to me at a blackjack table. Or so I thought. It was intriguing. She just had taking it much further than what I initially thought was play acting.

She assumed the same position, standing over me, holding my head back with one hand and spreading her pussy lips with the other, she pushed hard against my mouth. "Suck, Jack.... open your mouth wide and suck my whole pussy."

I opened my mouth wide and clamped onto her juicy wet pussy with both lips. She pulled my head into her and paused for a moment before I felt a short squirt of warm salty piss invade my mouth. I swallowed hungrily. Her body shuddered and went limp from her initial climax. More juices followed from her orgasm and I swallowed hungrily and eagerly as I made love to her pussy lips as I would to her mouth. She recovered quickly from her orgasm and regained complete control.

I was gone. She was right, she violated me and I agreed to it... begged for it, and now she owned me. "Suck Jack," her tone changed now and she ground her pussy against my face. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. She swung a leg around and stepped over me bringing her ass to my face. "Lick my ass Jack... lick it hard." She didn't have to ask me twice I licked and kissed her ass like a mad man. She spread her cheeks apart and I saw her tight little hole open for me as she brought it into my face. "Fuck my ass with your tongue Jack." I stuck out my tongue and probed that puckered little hole inside and out. I pushed hard into it with my tongue and she grabbed my head from behind and fucked my face with her ass. "Oh yes Jack... taste my ass.... fuck it..." she continued to work it against my face. I was completely hers at that point; I no longer had a conscious, guilt, or self worth. I would have crawled up her ass and died if she'd ask.

She turned back around and moved away from me still holding my head back with her hand. "Open your mouth," she ordered. I did as she said, and she dropped a ball of spit into my mouth. I was happy to take it and I swallowed hungrily. "Ace, come here," she looked up at the young man who slowly walked over. "Take a dip," she said. I had no idea what this sexy demon woman had in store for me. Ace walked over as ordered, lowering his shorts and pulling out his massive rod. Even flaccid, it was larger than most men's hard on. "Open up," she ordered and pulled my mouth open with her hand. With that, Ace "took a dip." He lowered his dick into my mouth. He moved up and down dipping in and out, and I could feel it begin to harden in my mouth. "Suck," she ordered, and I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked. It grew larger and harder and he pushed it hard into my mouth. "I can see you never sucked dick before," she said. "Well your going to have to learn if you want to be my sex slave."

"Sex slave?" Is that was this was about? But I was beyond being a slave, like she said, "She owned me." I had never had a sexual experience with a man, but it all seemed good while a beautiful woman controlled the situation. It was just sex, just a different form, and a new experience.

She moved around my back, and "Ace", which was as much his name as mine was Jack, came around and faced me. I was still on my knees, and being held back to just the right height, as he moved towards me with his engorged hard on sticking straight out. He pushed it into my mouth and I took it anxiously. He pumped it in and out and pushed it hard against the back of my mouth. I was out of my mind with lust. I sucked, licked, and tasted the pre-come oozing from tip of his dick. "Take it down your throat," she ordered, and Ace pushed hard into my mouth, but I couldn't do it. He pushed in with quick deep strokes and I tried to hold back my reflex to gag, but I couldn't do it. I kept gagging and coughing. "You know what to do Ace," she said, and I wondered what was in store for me next.

Ace walked away quickly, and I felt empty. I didn't want it to stop. I grabbed my cock through my slacks and began to stroke it frantically; it was painfully hard. A quick hand came down hard slapping my hand and cock. "Did I say you could do that?" she barked. I motioned no with my head and looked down towards the ground like a dog being disciplined. Within a minute, Ace came back with a jar of Vaseline, and a bottle of Southern Comfort. He smeared up his dick, and the nameless woman took the bottle of whiskey. She brought it to her mouth and took a mouthful. She then brought her mouth to mine and slowly released it into my mouth. I gulped it down.

She poured another shot into my mouth and held my mouth shut, tilting my head back. "Let it sit on the back or your mouth and throat," she instructed. I held it there for a half a minute or so and swallowed. She poured another shot into my mouth, and held my mouth closed as she held my head back and rubbed my throat. "Swallow slowly now Jack." I complied.

Still standing behind me with my head nestled between her legs; she held my head, tilted it back and opened my mouth with her fingers. I looked up at her face, and she looked down at me with a slight smile, confident that she had complete control. She rubbed her crotch against the back of my head, and I would have done anything to taste that pussy and ass again. But she had other ideas. "Come Ace," she motioned and Ace approached my face again with his now semi hard on. "Fuck his face off," she ordered, and Ace pushed his dick into my mouth again. He fucked my mouth slowly, and I felt him get hard in my mouth again. I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth. It was as if it was alive. I could feel it throbbing and it seemed to move on it's own accord. It was so stiff, yet soft and smooth on the outside.

"Fuck his throat," she ordered, and with that, Ace gave a quick thrust, and I felt his dick go right into my throat. The whisky rushed to my head, and I don't know if it was the loss of inhibition or the numbing effect of the whiskey on my throat, but with his every thrust, his dick was easier to swallow, and it seemed to go a little deeper every time. He began popping his dick in and out of my throat, occasionally leaving it for a few seconds as she grabbed it by the base and the balls, and guided it in and out of my mouth. With my mouth wide open, she would bring his dick up to my mouth and jack it off in front of me.

I could feel Ace shake with lust as his thrusts came faster, harder, and deeper. "Don't you dare come you fucker," she barked, but Ace was loosing control. Before she could finish her sentence, Ace pushed hard and buried the full length of his cock into my mouth and throat, and his balls pushed hard against my chin. He arched his back and I felt his dick spasm and the initial blast of a load of hot come poured down my throat. Six or seven more spurts followed, and with each blast, he thrust his dick deep into my throat, and his balls into my chin. I needed air... he was beyond the point of knowing or caring, his only thought was satisfying his own unconscious lust. Slowly I felt his muscles go limp, and his dick shrink in my throat, but he held himself up tight against me while she had the back of my head locked, nestled between her legs.

I was gasping for air and my head was so high and dizzy that I felt the lights about to go out when she grabbed his head by his hair with both hands and pulled his head back. I pulled my head away from his cock and loudly gasped in a breath of air. "You piece of shit," she screamed. "Who gave you permission to come?"

She pulled his hair so tight that he cried out in pain. "Go assume the position," she ordered as she pushed him away. He walked away and stood in the position as I first saw him. Standing, with his head hanging low, looking at the ground.

"Get down you dirty cock sucker." She lowered my head to the floor and gave my legs a light kick, which I took as an order to straighten up and lie down. She undid my pants, and my dick sprang out immediately at full attention. I lay there with my painful hard on, covered in pre-come, sticking straight up. She came around and straddled it and her wet pussy sank easily down over it. That was all it took. I pushed up hard and shot load after load of cum into her hot pussy. The release was so intense, that I thought I was about to loose what was left of my mind. But she was clearly angry with me, and with Ace, that we weren't able to control our orgasms.

"You too... who said you could cum... you lousy son of a bitch." She grabbed her pussy and tightened it around my cock to seal in the cum. She slowly pulled up still holding her pussy closed, and brought it down on my face. "Suck.... you dirty bastard."

Gobs of cum poured out of her pussy into my mouth. I was happy to have her pussy in my face again and could have stayed there forever. She fucked my face hard, while I licked and sucked and swallowed my own cum. She was gorgeous. I took her all in with my eyes... her curved thin legs running up to her shapely thighs and ass, her black dress hiked up around her waist. She rode my face with her pussy and ass and I longed to see her breasts that moved about within the low cut blouse. I lost myself within her until she arched her back and I could feel every muscle in her body tense up. She pounded my face with her pussy, all the while cussing us both out for our apparent ineptness in withholding our orgasms.

I felt her go limp, and she fell forward, her pussy still in my face as she laid her head against the floor, catching her breath. She lay there softly rubbing her cunt across my face seemingly trying to recover from the intense orgasm. She slowly recovered, and sat back up with her full weight on my mouth. I stuck my tongue out into her pussy in hungry gratitude. She looked down at me intently, looking into my eyes, watching, slowly gyrating her pelvis against my face. I thought she was pleased, and I never would have guessed her next move. Shouting out profanities and calling us every name in the book, she gathered up our clothing and in two or three trips, opened the door and tossed them out into the hallway.

"Get the fuck out," she ordered. Ace and I looked at each other confused. We walked out the door, myself completely naked, and Ace with only boxer shorts on. We turned around, and as she slammed the door the sound echoed through the hallway followed by the click of the door lock latching tight.