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"I'm going to cum!!!" was my warning.
That merely spurred her up and down my cock several times before trying to put the whole thing in her mouth. She didn't succeed, but it did the trick and my dick began spurting volley after volley of sticky man sauce into her mouth. True to her word, not a drop was missed.
She didn't come up off the dick; she just kept sucking and swallowing around my throbbing cock. I don't think I'd shot that much semen in months, as the woman drew out more and more of the stuff while draining my dick.
Lisa stopped sucking but kept the cock in her mouth for at least a minute, putting her head on my thighs and just laying there, exhausted. I could feel her swallowing the leftover residue; something I have to say was extremely sensuous.
In the distance I heard a siren and that stunned me to pulling her up and then pulling up my underwear and pants. Lisa looked at me, and when I was presentable she made a show of wiping her lips with her shirtsleeve.
She looked me in the eyes. "Damn, that was good. That was a huge load, when's the last time you came?"
I laughed and started the car. We drove away from the parking lot in silence. I mean, what do you say to a girl who you barely knew who'd just sucked your cock? Thank you. And I must have thanked her five times on the way back to the Rio.
We parked and I kissed her. I know, I know, she had just blown me, but I had to thank her. While I did I slipped two 20s into her hand after writing my cell number on one.
"You are a sweetheart, I have to thank you for making that so enjoyable," she said.
Damn, she was thanking me, and she had been sucking MY dick!
We walked back into the casino and there was a little bit of silent awkwardness. I asked for her phone number, but she thought that wouldn't be a good idea. But she did offer an email address she said was private.
Watching her walk down the casino floor I smiled at the events of the last couple of hours. Then I watched as she stopped and looked toward her right. She said something to someone, a guy, and he reached out and pulled her over.
He had obviously been drinking and was loud and obnoxious. She looked around, saw me and smiled.
She planted a big, sloppy kiss on her husband, I can't help but think she wanted him to have a nice taste of her recent activity as punishment.
I couldn't help it, but I watched Lisa and her husband from afar at the casino. He had her on his lap and was obviously inebriated. She looked disgusted, but he didn't notice. The drinks were more than he could take and stay somewhat sober.
Hard to imagine that an hour before his lovely soccer mom wife had given me the blowjob of my life in my POS rental car behind a Vegas warehouse. Smiling at the thought, I played a machine while constantly glancing at the twosome across the way.
Their discussion got a little heated and I knew he was asking for money. Moving a little closer, on the other side of the machines for cover, I heard him say he had one more big game that he wanted to play in and he needed just $400 to buy in.
Unfortunately, he only had about $50 bucks. I knew she couldn't help him because their credit cards were maxed out and she had less than $100 in her possession including the "gift" I had given her in the parking lot.
"Come on, woman, don't be a bitch and just give me what you got," said the man.
Lisa was strong, showed him her pocketbook and the $20 that was in it. Apparently she had tucked the rest of her cash in a more secluded spot on her person.
The guy was obnoxious, a jackass, and took the $20 from her in a Vegas second. Soon he was feeding it to the machine, hoping for a big score.
He quickly lost the money. "Shit, that sucks. I gotta piss." With that he staggered toward the restrooms.
Hearing the girl sobbing, I walked around and held her shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Get in your car and take him home. Get out while you can. Here's another $20 for gas," was all I said.
She gazed up at me, "thank you." She tucked the bill in her front clasp bra. Good place, don't think he's going to look there.
Walking away I couldn't help but circling back toward the restroom where her husband was washing his face.
"Tough day?" I asked.
He growled yes back at me.
"Me too. They are beating me good today."
Lisa's husband nodded. "I'm close to winning, I can just feel it," slurred the man. "Bitch wife won't give me money to play the game."
"Maybe she just doesn't have it," I said. "In these situations, I just go home and save the big win for next trip."
