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I just wanted to let you know I am getting ready to submit my next story for editing so be on the look out for a new story!  I also wanted to let everyone know that the comic version of "Blast From The Past" is well on its way so stay tuned for that too!

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Paro

Blast From The Past

Blast From The Past

By Paro Gide

*This story is fiction from my dirty little mind and all names and characters are fictional. Any resemblance or reference to real names and/or descriptions is purely coincidence. Please let me know if you like my stories*

Synopsis

A couple’s mundane life leads the wife to make some changes and spice things up for herself.  When her husband gets suspicious, he decides to track her down only to be shocked at what he sees and surprised at his unexpected response.  

Tags: Wife, Cheating, Interracial, Asian, Black, Cuckold, Spying

Beth checked herself in the mirror one last time, wanting everything to be perfect. Her heart was racing and she felt butterflies in her stomach with the anticipation of what awaited her outside the bathroom door. She made sure every detail was right: Her eyeliner was perfect, eyeshadow the right smokey shade, and lips refreshed with glossy lipstick. She adjusted the black sheer babydoll and matching g-string he wanted her to wear as this moment was going to be monumental for the both of them. Heart still pounding, her hands cold and shaky, she sucked in her breath and held it for 10 seconds to hold off the thought that this was her last chance to stop all of this. She told herself again that she deserved this and rationalized it with the thought that she came this far, she owed it to herself to see it through. Beth smiled to herself as she heard slow jams start playing in the other room. She made her decision. Beth quickly let out her breath, wrapped a towel around her, and opened the bathroom door.

John and Elizabeth “Beth” Liu were what most people would call your typical Asian American couple. They had a home in the big city, attended the neighborhood church, and worked full time jobs: John as a computer programmer and Beth as a grade school teacher.  They were also college sweethearts who had two kids and a family dog. Over the years, life had become monotonous for them; John was constantly working and Beth was struggling with the balance between teaching and managing the kids’ schedules. With John constantly being on calls for work, Beth juggled dinner, grading papers, and helping their kids with homework on weeknights, made sure the kids made all their soccer games on Saturdays, and the family got to church on time for Sundays. It was no wonder they never had time for each other.

Soon after Beth’s 36th birthday, John started noticing a change occurring with his wife.  She started eating healthier, going out for runs, and changing her clothes from her frumpy, comfortable and practical work clothes, her flats, slacks, and plain old blouses she liked to wear, to a more feminine style, heels, skirts, and dresses. He also noticed… Makeup and perfume!? She hasn’t worn that since after their first child was born! He sensed something was up but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A notification from work popped up on his phone and he shrugged off her behavior as just a phase she was going through because she was getting older.

Fast forward to six months later. John was annoyed when Beth called and told him she needed him home early to make dinner for the kids because she had a meeting with her friends from her church group that evening and was going straight from work to the church. After he hung up, he paused for a brief moment. “Wait, didn’t she have her group meeting last night?  Come to think of it, she has been going to a lot of church group meetings these last few weeks...” Now John was curious and decided to check Beth’s social media page as to figure out what was really going on. He knew her password so it was pretty simple logging into the account on his phone. For the most part, everything seemed fine. No weird messages, no unusual posts. Everything seemed fairly normal until he browsed her search history. He recognized an old childhood boyfriend’s name in the recent search history. “Cassius Williams”. She mentioned him, while John and she were dating back in college, as her first crush and boyfriend back in elementary school.  

John, naturally, felt funny about all of this and needed to know what was happening so he decided to continue sifting through her social media search history. After a short bit of digging, he found that the first time she looked Cassius up was right after her 36th birthday, and she had sent a friend request a minute after that at 11:37pm. He accepted it at 3:03am, she liked some of his posts at 6:47am, just minutes after she normally wakes up to get ready for work. As he dug further, he noticed more frequent searches for Cassius, which would seem strange for a friend who wanted to simply reconnect to another old friend.  “Wouldn’t they have messages? Like ‘Hey! How are you?’” He thought to himself. John noticed a significant gap in her messages, as if she was mass deleting them, especially the most recent ones where she normally would have a ton of messages from her church group just before a meeting.  John decided to take his “research” a step further.

John ordered a pizza for the kids and asked the neighbors to keep an eye on them for a few hours while he “ran some errands.” He didn’t have access to the feature to track his wife’s phone’s GPS location, but he did remember the “friends near me” feature on her social media account. He looked up Cassius and saw that he was about a 15 minute drive away. John’s heart was pounding, hoping that his wife wasn’t messing around behind his back with this guy and was hoping all of this was just his wild imagination. As he got within 2 blocks of Cassius’ location, he decided to park his car and go on foot, just in case his wife was there and spotted him.

John followed the signal to a large apartment complex with an open courtyard full of hedges, bushes, trees, and flowers. It even had a beautiful Italian-styled fountain with water running down the central brass figures. John froze near the stone gate entryway as he saw his wife sitting next to a very large and well dressed black man. Cassius was about 6’4”, where as his wife was only 5’2”. John’s heart began to race as he saw they were holding hands with their fingers intertwined. “Maybe it’s nothing,” John thought, as he knew his wife was very physically affectionate towards everyone. She would give everyone a hug and kiss on the cheek at Church. It still felt odd and John needed to know for sure so he stayed.

After about 10 minutes of chatting (which John could not hear other than the occasional burst of laughter from them, thanks to the gurgling of the fountain), they got up and headed towards one of the entry ways of the massive apartment building. A twinge of jealousy shot through John’s chest as he saw his wife cradling Cassius’ large arm as they walked together.  After they disappeared through the entryway,John dashed across the dimly lit courtyard to the entryway Beth and Cassius just entered. He saw no sign of them from where he was so he quickly looked at the doorbell directory for the apartment number where he guessed Cassius lived. He quickly spotted Cassius’ name and, as luck would have it, it was the first floor corner apartment.

John moved behind the bushes that hid most of Cassius’ windows from plain view and stalked around until he fell upon a well lit window and heard Beth’s laughter from inside. The window was open but the shade was down, making it difficult to see what is going on. They were having a hushed conversation, as if they were chatting very close to each other. All he could make out the was the mewling of his wife in a sultry tone and the low bass tones of Cassius booming voice. After what felt like forever, John heard the clinking of glasses, a short silence then laughter. He then heard the chairs scoot back, and footsteps. They left the room.  

A short moment of panic filled John as the light turned out and he had lost track of where they were. He started stalking around the windows again when the light flicked on from a window he just passed. This one was mostly closed but the shade was about a hand’s height from being all the way down, giving him almost a full view of Cassius’ bedroom. He saw Cassius walk into the room, wrapped in a black robe.  He raised a remote in his hand and the room was instantly filled with the deep rhythmic bass from the slow jams, giving it a charged atmosphere of sexual electricity. John, breathless at this point, noticed a light turn on in the background, then saw his wife enter the room wrapped in nothing more than a towel.  

At a motion from Cassius, Beth opened the towel and dropped it to the floor. She was a bit red faced as if she were embarrassed, or it could have been her “Asian Tan” from the alcohol, or both. His eyes grew wider in disbelief as they dropped from her face to her body, to the sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination of what it was feigning to hide. Beth looked down bashfully as Cassius’ eyes drank her in. He said something to her in his low bass voice that John couldn’t hear over the music, but it caused her to look up in time to see Cassius pull her to him, his large, dark lips slowly consuming hers.

At first Beth seemed frozen when Cassius started kissing her, but quickly returned the passion with more intense, wanton display of tongue and lip suction as she reached her hands up around the back of his head to draw him in closer. As they pulled each other in, Cassius let his robe fall to the floor, revealing his large, near naked, African physique. He did not have an athletic build but he was certainly not out of shape either. John’s heart almost pounded through his chest as he witnessed Beth slowly kissing down Cassius’ chest to his stomach, then stopped and sat on her knees in front of him as she reached his boxers. Cassius, bent down, deeply kissed Beth with his large tongue, pulling off his boxers in the process. When they broke their kiss, Beth gasped in shock at how dark and how large Cassius’ member was. John could see it clearly from where he was and immediately noticed he was not circumcised either, making his cock look like a large black mamba slithering out of a large dark tree.

Beth was saying something to Cassius and from the look on their faces, John was able to determine it had something to do with his monstrous black cock. With all the shyness and bashfulness now gone, Beth reach her hands up to fondle Cassius’ large black shaft and his heavy, dark sack. She guided her hands all over Cassius’ manhood as if she were a blind woman trying to see with her hands. She rose from her knees, smiling at Cassius, and began to let her tiny pink tongue explore his manhood as well. At first she started slowly, lifting up his cock, and sucking and licking his large black orbs below, then leaving a trail of saliva as she worked her way up his erect shaft. With her two hands stroking the length of his leaking black cock, she gave Cassius a wicked smile and lapped up the precum dripping from the tip. She then took as much as she could of him with her mouth, which was really only his swollen cock head, as Cassius placed both hands on the back of her head, urging himself further. Beth sucked him with such want and intensity, John could see her cheeks clearly indented from the effort.  She also stroked both hands up and down his glistening, slimy, wet shaft as if she were trying to get the yummy liquid from a chocolate malt that had not melted enough yet.  

After a few more moments of this intense treatment from Beth, Cassius abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a “pop.” Beth looked up at him for a moment questioningly as he bends towards her, giving her a wet passionate tongue kiss. He motioned her to the bed where she sat then laid down with her legs still dangling from the edge. John heard her audibly moan as Cassius pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and his large mouth descended to cover Beth’s opening.  With Cassius’ thick tongue expertly probing and searching every inch of her opening along with the constant skillful suction of her clitoris with his large black lips, it only took a short while for Beth to go over the edge into the black oblivion called “Cassius”.

Her long drawn out moan was so loud and intense, it caused John to duck in case anyone outside hearing the commotion would look towards the window.  After his wife’s moaning subsided, John slowly peeked through the window again as Cassius was working his way up Beth. He brought his tongue up her sensitive belly button, causing her to giggle, then up to one of her breasts tenderly.  His large mouth covered her nipple then sucked in with such intensity, he had half her breast in his mouth by the time he released, leaving a mark on her that no one would mistake for anything other than what he just did to her.  He move up her neck, causing her to mewl in pleasure until his tongue found it’s home with her lips. They resumed an intense kiss, grinding their hips together furiously.  

Cassius slowly slid his hard, black rod up and down Beth’s mound, from the tip of his swollen head to the base of his sack, causing her to writhe in intense pleasure beneath him.  She clawed at his back each time his cock head slid down to her clit, causing intense ripples of pleasure to echo through her and making her want more. Each time Cassius slid his thick black cock back down her body, he made sure to bring the tip down closer and closer to Beth’s dripping wet entrance. John could see that Beth could no longer take any of this teasing, so on Cassius’ next downward slide, Beth moved her hips up so that her entrance would meet his head. Cassius naturally pushed back into her very slowly as to not hurt her. As he pushed deeper into her, Beth let out a low moan as her body was slowly stretch and filled like it never had been before. John’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the large black mamba slowly work its way into his wife. He licked his lips, surprised by himself.  

John thought he would be angry, upset, hurt and all other such emotions but the shocking one that stood out was how turned on he was at witnessing his wife in this illicit union with her lover. The fact that she is not just cheating on him but doing it with her friend, with no protection, would send a normal guy over the edge trying to beat down the door to stop it. The thought of his wife eagerly taking such a large guy, skin to skin/bare-back like that, on top of his strong dark African features mixing with her delicate light Chinese features, contrasting together like a sexual yin and yang, was so erotic. He wanted to see more.

Cassius was increasing his pace with Beth now, and with each powerful stroke, Beth let out a small yelp. As if a switch was flipped in his mind, he was no longer gently pushing into her but pounding into her with the fury of an unleashed animal. Sensing this sudden change in Cassius, Beth’s own switch flipped and raw animal instinct took over as she shouted things like “Fuck me harder, Cassius! Harder! Deeper, Cassius, Deeper!”  Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his large black ass to pull him in deeper, holding on for dear life.   Soon after, she let out a scream of pleasure as her second orgasm crashed into her like a tsunami following a massive earthquake.

Cassius slowed to catch his breath, a moment of recovery later giving way to her second intense orgasm. Breathing heavily, they kissed each other as if they were a couple, making love with just their tongues. Beth clearly wasn’t done yet and she whispered something to Cassius causing him to climb off her and lay properly in his bed. Beth climbed on top of his sturdy physique, kissing him again as she reached behind her to guide his swollen, black cock inside her. They continued to kiss each other as Beth ground her hips into his. John nearly exploded in his pants as he got a full clear view of Cassius’ big black cock sliding in and out of Beth’s pussy.  Beth and Cassius both picked up speed and intensity, causing a loud “CLAP” with each meeting of their hips. John could see the sweat glisten off both their bodies with some of Beth’s long hair matted to her body and face. The ferocity of how they fucked each other right now reminded John of animals mating. It was as if instinct took over and these two were no longer in control, like mother nature intended.

John’s heart leaped right into his throat when he heard Cassius announce loudly “Aww Daaaamn! I’m about to cum, Beth! I’m about ta nut, girl! Tell me where you want it at? Where you want my nut, Beth?” and Beth was only able to respond with “Ohhhhhh, God! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me, Cassius! Keep fucking me please!” “Fuck, Beth! I’ma nut up all inside you if you don’t tell me where to cum! I’m gonna cum in yo pussy!’” Cassius warned in a rising tone. To this day, Beth is still not sure why she said it or what possessed her to say it but…  “Oh God, Cassius, Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want your hot nut inside me! Yes!” Beth screamed in reply. Cassius pushed himself as far as he could into Beth as he yelled out, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, Beth! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I’m cumming in you, Beth! Take all dis nut, baby! Yeeeeeeeeeeeah! Take it all!!!” Beth felt as Cassius’ head swelled deep within her womb. She screamed in pleasure as she felt the initial burst of Cassius’ hot seed splash against her cervix, sending her over the edge for her own orgasm. With each pulse of Cassius’ black cock releasing a potent package of spem, Beth’s own orgasmic contraction would squeeze and milk more seed from Cassius, her cervix dipping in, gaping, and sucking up his seed. “God! Yeeeeeeeesssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaawd, Cassius! Yeeeeeesssssss! I feel it!  Fill me! Give it to me! Yessssss! Give me all that nut! Mmmmmmm!” Beth Mewled loudly in ecstasy.

Beth crashed on top of Cassius, both breathing heavily, kissing. John could see they were both a hot, wet mess from their mixing sweat and other fluids. Cassius’ partially softening cock was still pumping in and out of his wife as she gently rocked her hips to match with him, a long, thick stream of his cum leaking down his shaft, leaving Beth’s womanhood frothy and sticky. John has seen enough and quietly moved away from the window and out of the bushes he was hiding behind. He quickly made his way home, putting the kids to bed. John came almost three times in a row after masturbating, thinking about what he just witnessed with his wife and her black friend Cassius, then fell asleep.  

At 11:30pm, about two hours after John left Cassius’ window, Beth quietly walked into the room and went directly to their bathroom. John awoke to the sound of the shower being turned on. “Should I go in there and see the love marks Cassius made on her and confront her?” He thoughts to himself. John decided to stay in bed until she came out of the shower. After Beth came out, he saw her put on some shorts and a t-shirt and she crawled into bed. “How was your Church group meeting? It went a little long didn’t it?” John asked groggily. Silence lingered long enough that John was about to ask again when Beth said slowly, “Yeah… It WAS long and… it was probably one of our best meetings. I think I might start meeting with them every week now.”  John’s heart skipped a beat at that news as he started running a hand up her leg. Beth quickly shut that down saying how tired she was and that he should try with her in the morning. “Her usual excuse,” John thought.

Unable to sleep now with visions of Cassius fucking his wife, John waited until Beth was completely asleep before he slowly rolled up her shirt to observe firsthand the love marks Cassius left. He gently ran his fingers over the marks then stopped as his wife stirred.  He then slowly move his hand up her shorts and underneath her plain old panties and immediately felt her well fucked swollen lips and thick gooey semen still oozing out of her. Beth pushed his hand off of her and said sleepily “Leave me alone, I’m sleepy!”. John rolled back over and started pumping his erect dick thinking about how many more times they fucked after he left, wondering if his wife was going to let herself get impregnated by Cassius.

New Story and Comic on the way!

Hi Everyone,
I am super sorry for not post much lately, I actually have about 8 stories almost ready to post but I have been really busy with reality *sigh*  The good news is that, I have a new story I just completed and had edited.  I am going to be posting that in the next day or two while I work on getting the illustrated version made.  I hope you all stick around to see my latest creation and I am always happy to hear your thoughts too!

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Paro

Innocent Night at the Casino by cassandrapa979©

Innocent Night at the Casino

by cassandrapa979©

'He went to another casino up the boardwalk,' I found myself telling the stranger at the bar, 'he thinks I'm bad luck, and he always goes somewhere else to gamble.'

'You? Bad luck? I'd hate to see what good luck looks like,' he joked.

His name was Tony and I had found myself at the casino bar with him after I'd spent all my money at the slots. He was taking a break from a dry spell he'd said and was looking to regroup later. Tony appeared to be about 15 or 20 years older than my almost 30, with a shaven head and graying mustache and beard. I put his height at 6' even and his weight around 240 without even realizing I was sizing him up. Muscle covered with fat, but still looking like he could handle himself.

'Well Cassie, I'm about due for another drink, can I get you another of whatever you're having?' he asked.

'Thanks Tony, why not? But get me something else, I'm tired of appletini's.'

Ordinarily I don't enjoy being talked up at the casino bars while my husband is off, but Tony seemed different. For one he seemed a little embarrassed the first time I saw him staring at my tits, and for two he actually managed to staring again. It's nothing I hold against a man, they can't help it I know, but it does get old. So it was refreshing when he blushed a little and stammered his greeting. No, there was something just a little bit out of the ordinary about him, and as I'd run through the money I'd set aside for that day anyway, I didn't mind sharing some conversation at the bar with a decent enough guy.

Our conversation drifted from my husbands opinion of me as being bad luck (and in his defense it's an opinion we shared) to his business trip, to some of the other topics two strangers find themselves discussing. Before we knew it two hours (and four or five strong drinks) had passed and Tony began 'feeling the itch' to get back to the table.

I told him good luck and gave him a quick hug as he departed, oddly feeling just a little disappointed he was leaving. As I began walking toward the elevators I heard my name and when I looked saw Tony shuffling up behind me.

'I'm sorry Cassie, but I just can't help but feeling as though I need something to change my luck. If you're not too tired would you mind putting that theory of yours to the test? I've had enough bad luck that a little more might actually turn things in my favor!'

Agreeing even before I'd thought it over, Tony and I walked towards the Blackjack tables. Tony was married too, and even though neither of our spouses were around it didn't feel weird. He felt like an old friend, someone from college I hadn't seen in many years, but someone who fell right back into the groove. In the back of my head I was almost glad Ronnie had gone off on his own so I had the opportunity to meet my new friend.

As we approached the table I felt a few eyes on me. Probably a mix of my slightly unsteady walk (too many drinks!) and my slightly tight clothes. The clothes themselves didn't make me stand out in the casino, but most of the people in this area were guys who hadn't moved in several hours, and a 30 y/o 5' asian girl with big boobs walking with a 50 y/o 6' black man is going to turn a few heads anywhere.

Tony started off slowly at the table, but soon was picking up steam, and after about an hour was $1500 up overall. When guy sitting next to him cashed out he plunked down $500 in chips and demanded I play for a bit. The servers had kept the drinks coming, and as I was feeling it I agreed if only to sit down for a bit. Almost before knowing what was going on we both doubled our money as the dealer bust nearly every hand. I went up or down a bit after that, but Tony was hot. After another hour or so he'd gone up $8000 more, leaving him about $10k up including my winnings, which were really his.

'Fuck, Cassie, I need to quit while I'm ahead. Or at least take a break, it's almost midnight and I need to stretch these old legs a bit.' he ecstatically said. A guard escorted him to cash in his chips, and he asked them to hold most of it for him overnight. We made our way back to the bar, a little less crowded at this hour, but still far from empty.

Three drinks later and Tony was wrapping up an exciting recount of his biggest hand to the table next to ours; a split which went to four hands and resulted in the dealer busting. As exciting as the night had been, I couldn't help but yawn constantly as it was all catching up to me.

Tony noticed and offered to walk me to the elevator, which I accepted. I needed someone to lean on to help steady me. Once there he asked if I'd like to get lunch with him the following day, his treat, but I declined. He grabbed a brochure off the wall and scribbled his room number on it for me, encouraging me to call if I changed my mind and I turned to hit my floor number.

'Oh jeez! Cassie hang on, I almost forgot!' he exclaimed as he removed his wad of cash from his pocket. 'Here's your $500, and little more for being such a bad luck charm!'

I laughed and said, 'Tony that was all your money, I can't take any of that,' but he insisted trying to push it on me. It was at that point the elevator next to ours opened, and an elderly couple got off. They paused when they saw us, the lady made a comment we couldn't hear, and they both gave us a harsh look before walking past. As they did I could only hear her say 'hussy!'

We both laughed as the realization of what we looked like hit us both, and he finally relented. 'Ok hon, but please give me a call and at least let me treat you and your husband to lunch - I owe you big time!'

Ronnie got back to the room just a little after me, and too tired to do more than quickly tell me how much he was down, we both fell asleep. The next morning we rolled out of bed around 10am and I was looking forward to doing some shopping, or walking the boardwalk. Unfortunately, Ronnie was looking to get an early start of things to make up his losses. I couldn't really blame him, we both knew this was his time away and something he really enjoyed, but it did irritate me a bit that he wouldn't hang out with me at all. On his way out the door he grabbed the brochure from the night before and said 'here this looks fun, why don't you pick yourself up a new swim suit and hit the pool.'

I took a closer look at the brochure and saw it was advertising the grand opening of a new pool area, complete with poolside tables and a bar, along with several private hot tub cabana's. Across the top was scrawled Tony's room #, and I thought 'why not?'

I called the room and instead was forwarded to the desk. When I told the clerk what had happened he told me Mr. Smith had taken a different room, and connected me. A second later the phone began to ring and Tony answered.

'Hi Tony, it's Cassie, from last night?' I tentatively said, half expecting him not to remember me.

'Cassie! How are you? I was just thinking about getting something to eat, will you two join me? Please I'd love for you both to come,' he said all in a rush.

'Ronnie is off already this morning, but I'd love to Tony. I decided you were right, you do owe me lunch!' I laughed.

We agreed to meet downstairs in the lobby where he'd left me the night before. After a long shower to wash away the last of the booze, I found myself unable to decide what to wear for some reason, and ultimately decided on my favorite sundress. Looking at the time I saw I was already late, and I was halfway out the door before it occurred to me I'd forgotten to put on a bra. Walking down the hall I checked myself out in the mirrors and decided I didn't really need it anyway as I was still young and perky enough to pull it off. It did give me a little rush to think I'd be with Tony with nothing but a thin sundress and my thong on though.

For lunch we walked down the boardwalk and settled on a nice little cafe with outdoor seating. After the meal we had a few martini's before beginning our walk back. On the way we passed a few stores and Tony wanted to stop.

'I want to hit the new pool later but didn't bring any trunks. Do you mind if I stop real quick and grab something?' he asked.

'Not at all I said, I had been thinking of getting a suit for that very reason,' I laughed, explaining Ronnie's comment before running out the door.

'Well, I'll tell you what, as partial payback I would love it if you would let me buy you whatever you need. Make me feel young again, buying something for a pretty young girl. Ok?'

Now ordinarily I wouldn't want some man buying me things unless it was my husband, but this was Tony, so I agreed. 'Ok Tony, but if that's the case I want you to pick it out for me,' I found myself saying before I knew it. I knew I should have felt a little stupid, but instead I found myself feeling nervous about it, hoping he'd say yes, but half afraid at the same time.

'Wow, you drive a hard bargain Cassie,' he laughed. 'Ok, I'll pick out five suits, and we'll see which we agree on, but you have to pick one out for me, too.'

Fifteen minutes later we met up by the changing rooms. He had five suits, just as he'd said, and I had picked three. Two were your standard swim trunks, nothing more than a pair of shorts with that funny stuff inside men always have. The last was a little different, black and stretchy, but still plenty big. Looking through the suits I was impressed by his ability to pick the right sizes, and asked him to go first.

The first two were what I expected, but the last was a LOT tighter than I'd thought it would be. He was a little embarrassed as he came out, but judging from the hint of what he had under there I wasn't sure why. I was a little disappointed that he didn't take his shirt off at all, but said nothing. He adamantly denied being able to wear that suit despite my assurances it was much more manly for him to stand out a bit. Then he got changed again and it was my turn.

Inside the changing room I took off the dress and put on the suit over my thong. It was a conservative one piece which hid my body shape. As soon as I walked out he said, 'Next. Dunno what I was thinking.' The second was better - still a one piece but higher in the hip with a hint of cleavage. The color went well with my skin tone as well, and he agreed it was an improvement. The next two were standard bikini's with the second showing a bit more cleavage and leaving some of my behind showing. I was a little embarrassed, but his appreciative look made me feel much better.

The final suit was also a bikini, but only barely this side of a thong. It covered about half my behind, but I could tell as soon as I sat down it would wind up disappearing, staying there when I stood again. And the top only barely covered the top of my breasts, with the brown of my areola just starting to show. I pulled and stretched the top until it hid it all and was seriously debating whether I could walk out in it. That was when Tony made the decision for me and said, 'Cassie I was just kidding on that last one. It's way too revealing, don't worry about it, I would never expect you to actually put it on.'

With that I opened the curtain and felt a flush as his jaw nearly hit the floor. I posed a little, turning to the side and sticking my butt out a bit before saying, 'too much?' Then I laughed and walked back into the changing room while he was still stammering something. He'd recovered when I got back out, but did still look a little stunned. He actually hadn't expected me to do it, which made me feel that little tingle of excitement again. He also picked out some flip-flops with a light pool robe for himself and a sarong for me. Handing him the suits I agreed the fourth one was the best one for me and he went off to pay. I waited outside for him and we continued on our way.

As we walked back he told me how after I'd gone back to bed he'd hit the tables a bit more and made only a modest amount when he was comp'd a suite. He was telling me about the suite, with it's split level and shoreline view, as I listened with increasing envy.

'I didn't know things like that really happened at these places, I figured it was just in the movies!' he laughed, with me echoing the sentiment. Walking back into our hotel he stopped and said 'this is me' just outside the pool. His tower was right next to the pool. I took the bad he offered and looked into the casino, not looking forward to my walk back to the room. Tony must have picked up on it because he said, 'listen, why don't you just get changed in my room so you don't have to walk back through there in your bikini?' I jumped at it.

In the elevator he mentioned I could use the master bathroom to change. 'What makes it the master bath?' I laughed, assuming he was playing up the suite.

'Well, it's the one with the view and right outside the jacuzzi and master bedroom,' he said. I had nothing to say to that.

When we got to the room I saw he was right. There were glass stairs up to a second floor loft with a giant jacuzzi set right against a plate glass window, with a bathroom across from it and a door in between which must have been the bedroom. Tony dropped the bags on the floor and walked over to the bar saying 'let's toast this fantastic room you helped me win, Cassie,' to which I readily agreed.

About four drinks later we decided to hit the pool, and I unsteadily got up. He laughed as he watched me grab the bags and make my way up the stairs, which passed right over the bar. As I looked down I could see Tony staring up through the glass stairs and floor at me, and I waved. I stopped to admire the view before going into the bathroom, and it half-registered that it was already dark out. The pool wouldn't be open too much longer I thought as I reached into the bag hurriedly.

I must have been drunker than I thought, because when I reached in I realized I'd grabbed both bags. His trunks were the ones I brought out, and surprisingly he'd bought two pairs. One of them was the tighter pair he'd seemed embarrassed about. Laughing I reached into my bag and found another two pairs of bathing suits, including the final suit!

Walking back out with it in my hand I waited for Tony to look up from where he'd sat, across the suite on a couch. After a second it registered what I was holding and he jumped up, spilling his drink.

'Oh jeez Cassie! I'm sorry, you must think I'm a real ass. I swear I didn't even mean for you to know I had those! I meant to put them in my bag - I just wanted something to remember the sight of you in it,' he stammered. Deciding I'd pretended to be cross long enough I laughed and told him not to worry about it, but not to be such a dirty old man. He laughed and promised not to be.

I went back into the bathroom feeling very different. While he was apologizing he had walked back under the glass floor while talking to me. I realized that although he sounded sincere in his apology he had also been trying to look up my dress, and that he'd succeeded in the same earlier as well! That faint tingle from before became much stronger, and my legs were shaking a little.

I found myself wondering whether his chest was hairy, how he smelled when he sweat, if his behind was hairy, how big his balls were, all without being able to help it. I tried to refocus but couldn't. That was when I realized I'd pulled out the fifth bikini and already taken my sundress off. Feeling the alcohol, but feeling the desire to get answers to my questions, I made the decision to wear the bikini which was practically a thong. I could barely fit my 36C breasts into the top I was heaving so heavily. The bottom fit snugly and I looked at the mirror to see myself. I looked like such a slut I thought, and for some reason instead of disgusting me, the thought turned me on that much more. I wrapped the sarong around me and could just barely make out the bikini underneath. If I didn't know what I was wearing I would never know. Putting on the flip flops I walked back out.

Tony was back on the couch with another drink. There was one on the coffee table for me, too. Taking a deep breath I walked back downstairs and threw him the bags.

'Here you go pervert,' I laughed, 'but because you are such a dirty old man you have to wear the black suit. Was that just to remember me by too?'

He chuckled, 'yes actually, it's been a while since a woman used the word sexy in the same sentence she was talking about me. I figured I'd bring it home and see what my wife said.'

'Fair enough, but first you'll have to deal with me. That was stupid letting me find those suits you old drunk!'

We laughed and he got up to get changed. About halfway up the stairs I asked him what time it was and he said '7:30.'

'Doesn't the pool close at 7?'

'Shit, you're right. I totally lost track of time. Oh well, I guess I won't have to embarrass myself in the suit,' he said as he started back down.

We watched some TV and had a few more drinks when I suddenly found myself saying, 'You know I got changed and prepared to get wet. I want to get wet.'

After a short silence we burst out laughing and he said, 'maybe we've had enough to drink. Let's go hit the casino.'

'Oh no, I meant what I said. Let's at least use that huge jacuzzi you have for a bit before we go back down. I got changed, it's only fair you have to, too.'

'Ok ok,' he agreed, 'you're on. I'll turn it on while I get changed. Why don't you mix us some more drinks and jump in?' he asked before going back up.

I made us two martini's and then poured four shots of tequila. I brought it all upstairs and left it on the counter outside the bathroom before hurriedly taking the sarong off and getting into the hot tub. The warm water felt great, but certainly didn't help cool me down.

A minute later Tony came out in the robe and shuffled his way over to the jacuzzi.

'Ok big guy, off with the robe,' I laughed. He turned away and took the robe off, exaggerating the care with which he folded it. Then he sighed and turned back toward me.

'Hairy chest, check!' I thought as he turned toward me. With just the suit on it was clear he had once been powerfully built, and maybe still was, but that it was layered under fat now. It was the kind of body which spoke of hidden power, and frankly it turned me on even more.

As he lowered himself into the tub he jumped back up, exclaiming about the heat. I laughed because he'd just burned his equipment, and he gritted his teeth and began the descent again. Once he settled I pointed toward the bathroom and said, 'you forgot our drinks.'

He sighed and got back out, slowly shuffling over to the drinks, then returning. Dry his suit was a little suggestive - wet it was downright dirty. It was plastered to his skin, and I was very surprised to see his giant cock outlined down his leg. He didn't notice my eyes as he was very concerned about not spilling the booze. As he settled back in he placed the tray on the lip of the far end of the jacuzzi.

'Martini's and... tequila!? That's a lot of booze!' he exclaimed, 'Nothing to chase it with though?'

'Shit, you're right. Why don't you run down and get us something?' I asked.

He laughed, 'no way Cassie, your turn to freeze.'

I sighed and slowly made my way over to the other end, brushing over his legs on my way there. With a deep breath I stood up and stepped out, onto my flip flops. I could see in the mirror his eyes were about to pop. Instead of looking back I just started walking downstairs. I grabbed a bottle of champagne, a bottle of cola, and the salt shaker and lemon wedges before making my way back up. This time I was facing him as I walked back. He had moved to the far side of the hot tub so I'd be able to just sit back down once I got in.

The look on his face was still priceless, and he didn't even try not to stare. I looked down and saw one of my areole's was starting to show, but at this point I didn't care any more. I lowered myself back into the tub and as my body disappeared from sight he snapped out of his stupor.

'Sorry Cassie, I just don't see that sort of thing every day, you know?'

We laughed about it and for the next hour or so things returned to normal as we sipped our martini's and then cracked the champagne. As I could feel the liquor in my veins I asked him to turn the jets up so I could feel them on my back better. He pointed to a spot with better jet coverage a little closer to him, and I moved there.

Between the jets and the booze I felt very relaxed, and my body started to float a bit. He must have been doing the same, because our legs touched for a moment, then again. Finally mine came to rest on his, and neither of us objecting, we stayed that way.

Then Tony said, 'so I don't know about you, but I'm ready for that tequila.' I agreed, and he grabbed two of the glasses.

'Wait,' I said, 'get the salt and the lemon too.'

'Ok, what are we going to do with these?'

'Body shots!' I laughed, assuming he was joking. But he wasn't. The look on his face was a mixture of apprehension and joy.

'I'm not sure if that's going to be as great as that sounds,' he said.

'It's simple. That's a big shot, so we'll split the first one. You take the salt, good, then I'll grab a lemon wedge. You have to pick a spot on my body, lick it, pour salt on that spot, lick the salt off, drink the tequila, then take the wedge from my mouth without using your hands.'

'Sounds complicated, where should I put the salt?'

'Anywhere you want, thats the fun of it.'

'Oh ok... um... your wrist?'

'Sure, if that's what you want'

Tony tentatively licked my wrist, poured the salt, licked again and drank the tequila. Then he very carefully took the wedge from my mouth. We laughed when he was done, and I pointed out he'd drank the whole tequila.

'Sorry, I was nervous, haha'

'That's ok, my turn. I'm going to do it off your chest, sit up more.'

Tony looked startled and sat up straighter. I pushed him back a bit and slowly licked his nipple before pouring some salt on it and licking it again. He moaned a bit when I did. Then I drank half the next shot, and leaned over him to take the wedge, being sure to push my breasts against his shoulder as I did.

'Your turn again'

'Ok,' he said as he reached for the salt. This time he tentatively took my foot and brought it up out of the water. He turned it slightly, licking the instep and then pouring salt before licking again. He down his half of the shot and this time was a little more aggressive in taking the wedge. When he leaned in to take it I though I felt his cock rub against my thigh, but it could have just been his wrist.

'Your turn,' he said, this time with something in his voice.

'Sit on the edge of the tub, this time I want to do it off your pelvic bone.' He looked stunned, but I was too drunk and too horny to care. He did as I asked and even pulled the suit down a bit for me to get to it.

I licked the spot, poured salt, and licked again. When I leaned in I put my hand on his thigh, just above where his dick was straining against the suit. He slid back into the water as I drank my share of the tequila, and then, surprising us both, I quickly slipped onto his lap, straddling him, as I took the lemon wedge.

After a few minutes of silence, with me feeling his cock rub my bottom the whole time, he spoke. 'My turn I guess.'

'With that he licked the swell of my breast, just above my nipple, and poured salt. 'Hang on,' I said, as I slowly pulled the bikini off my breast. 'You missed some'

With that he licked the spot again, making his way down to my now fully erect nipple. As his teeth gently closed on it I reached under the water and felt for his manhood. He then downed the entire shot, pulled the wedge out with his hand, and kissed me fully.

After that it was a bit of a blur as we tore our clothes off madly. I do remember clearly his standing up and me pulling down his suit, yelping in surprise as his giant black dick smacked me in the face. He pulled me up and started to carry me into the bedroom, but I point him back downstairs toward the couches.

When we got down there he started to turn off lights, but I stopped him. 'I want to see everything' I said. He pointed to some of the other suites which could see into this portion of his room easily, but I told him I didn't care.

I pushed him onto the couch and slid down between his legs. His cock was the biggest I'd ever seen, and I told him so. 10" of circumcised heaven. I'd never been one for giving a blowjob, but my mouth was watering just looking at it, and I went to work. I worshipped it as it deserved, slipping it in and out of my mouth past my full lips. I tried to take as much as I could into my mouth which was just about half. A little more and it was in the back of my throat, but more than I could handle. Shortly he pulled me off and told me it was almost too much for him.

He pulled me onto the couch on my back and began licking and stroking my whole body, sending shockwaves through all my nerve endings. He was slowly making his way toward my pussy when he shifted to my feet. He licked and sucked each toe as though it was giving him as much pleasure as sex, and it made me crazy. When I couldn't take anymore he turned me over onto my stomach, and pushed my ass up into the air. I stayed on my knees for a second with breasts and face against the couch, when I felt his tongue gently licking my pussy again. Slow circles widening until he reached my ass, which really sent jolts up and down my whole body.

'Fuck me Tony, please! Stick it in me and make me cum,' I begged him. He relented and put the head of his massive shaft against my pussy and pushed gently. I was too horny to wait and pushed back hard, taking him so far into me I felt his balls slap my pussy and hit my belly. I was wet enough that his huge girth was bearable, though I thought I was going to split in half at first. After a few seconds I was back in heaven though, and he was fucking me with that big black cock.

I kept pushing back and soon he took the hint, fucking me harder and harder. I felt his hands on my tits, slapping my ass, on my asshole. He pushed the back of my head into the cushion and then pulled my hair, all the while fucking me harder. 'Yeah you little fucking slut, you like this? You like Tony fucking that tight asian pussy?'

'YES' I screamed, 'Fuck me Tony, fuck meeeee' as I came. My pussy tightening during orgasm was too much for him, and he started cumming too. My orgasm lasted for minutes, milking every last drop from him. It was too much for me and started oozing out all over the expensive leather couch. After a few minutes he collapsed on top of me and we lay there together, breathing. His big hands gently cupping my breast again, and his now limp cock slipping in and out of the slippery crack of my ass as we sighed in total bliss.