I'll say a couple things about this story at the end so as not to dissuade or spoil anything.
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The casino was not living up to his expectations. Zeke couldn't understand why all these gambling bitches were so up-tight. It was Saturday night, he had a room in the hotel and he was built like a Greek god. He should have them lining up. He should be taking them on two or three at a time.
He looked around. It didn't help that there were a couple dozen other dudes on the hunt as well. Damn, he'd struck out Friday night and things weren't looking much better now.
The bartender put another Manhattan in front of him. Then
she
slid onto the stool beside him. He gave her the usual appraisal. She looked good. Short of thirty, wearing a hot little deep green satin-looking cocktail dress. The soft material was loose but had a tendency to cling to the right curves.
Her titties were a bit small but looked perky. At least they weren't fake. He would have pegged her for another hooker... the casino was crawling with them with a convention in town... but she was wearing a wedding ring. About the time Zeke saw the ring, a dumpy little guy in khakis took the stool next to her.
Hell. Zeke had no objection to pulling married chicks but he knew nothing was going to happen with hubby right there. His shoulders slumped and he turned his focus back to his cocktail.
Before he lifted it to his lips, a small hand reached in and plucked the cherry from his drink. He turned to look at the chick in green again. She smiled at him as she popped it into her mouth and pulled on the stem. The bright maraschino color almost perfectly matched her painted lips. She chewed and swallowed and then bent closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh. "Think you can help a girl out, honey?" She asked.
At this point, Zeke knew a lot of guys would stammer or freeze up but real men knew how to control a situation. "It would be my pleasure to help a lady in need."
She chuckled. It was sexy and deep. It made the neckline of her dress jiggle and Zeke stared down it. He could nearly see the tips of her small, snowy peaks. "Oh yes. I need a man." she said. She didn't seem to mind the way he was looking down her dress... she even tugged the front down a little more.
The little dumpy guy she sat down with interrupted. "Honey. Please. Anything but this. I promise I'll..."
"Shut up." She snapped at him. The way anger flashed in her eyes was really hot to Zeke. "I told you what would happen if you disappointed me!"
She put a hand on Zeke's arm. He looked into here eyes. One lock of her short brown hair hung over her face. "That's my husband," she said quietly. "He's the reason I need a man's help." She ran her hand up his arm, squeezing his bicep. "A real man, I mean."
Zeke smiled at that. Yeah. This woman gets it. Women need powerful men. Big men like him.
"Girl, you found the right guy. I always give my women everything they need."
The woman shivered at his words. A hand went back to his thigh and squeezed hard. "Oh," she said, more a moan than a word. "Yes, just what I wanted to hear. What I need." The hand slid a little closer to his groin. She bit her lips and leaned closer to whisper. "If you have something big and hard for me, I will make it very, very happy." As she whispered the final word her had slid the rest of the way to touch his wakening member.
Now it was his turn to shudder. "Oh yeah. If your little hubby isn't getting the job done, I know I have the tools to set you right."
She'd completely lost contact with her own stool and was nearly in his lap now. The hand that wasn't teasing his manhood played briefly with his ear. "One extra thing, big boy. You need to let my husband watch. He needs to learn. Learn how a real man pleasures a woman and learn what I do about it when he doesn't."
He grabbed her hair. They were just shy of making a scene but Zeke didn't care. "You really want the little man to watch you scream for my big cock? Cool with me. I like an audience." He assumed he would. Hadn't really happened before...
She grabbed his collar and drug him off the stool. "We're going to our room right now." She said, loud enough for her husband to hear.
Zeke grabbed her ass in the elevator. "I'm Zeke, just so you know who's name to scream." he said. She ground herself against his groin as her husband looked miserable in the corner.
"Call me Bunny." She said.
*****
At the door to their room, Bunny pressed herself back against Zeke and ran the small of her back up and down against his throbbing wood. Chuckling, he slid his hand down her neckline and palmed a flushed breast. Her little nip was throbbing and engorged. "Little lady is in real need, buddy. How the hell can you let a hot piece of ass like this down? I'd be nailing her morning, noon and night."
`What, just three times a day?` the woman who called herself Bunny thought. But what she said was. "Open the door, Jay. Unless you want to just watch the show kick off out here." She gave an extra deep grind on Zeke's pants-front. Pre-cum was already showing in a wet patch on the front of his jeans.
Jay got the door open. They all slipped inside and he closed the door after.
Approaching the bed, Bunny spun in Zeke's arms. Her dress pulled away from one shoulder, showing more of her porcelain skin. His hands came to rest on her lively ass. She swept her hair back but one bang remained over her eye. She looked up at him. Her eyes were bright and she wore a smile that promised mischief. "Take a seat, honey." she said to her husband. "Watch carefully. Try to learn something."
The little chick wasn't the most attractive woman he'd ever been with but right that second, she was sexier than anything he'd ever seen in the flesh or on screen. There was something primal about her, as if she were about to grow fangs.
And then she slid her hand along the solid bulge of his cock and gripped it hard. He nearly came in his pants. He almost stepped away but he groaned and forced himself to hold back. Her eyes fluttered as she felt his surging girth. "Oh fuck I need this thing. Sorry honey. We aren't going to be able to teach you how to be hung like a bull like my man Zeke here."
Suddenly impatient, she worked at the snaps on his pants. "Get naked. Now." She commanded. "I want to see it. I want to see everything." He squirmed out of his shirt while she lowered his zipper. Licking her lips, she slid his jeans down. There was a period of awkwardness as he struggled to slip his shoes of with his jeans bunched up around his ankles but when he won free, Bunny stepped back to look at him.
His boxers were tented enormously. Biting the corner of her lip, she whispered. "Move into the light." The room was dim the way most hotel rooms are. He stepped into the pool of light cast by the bedside lamps. She held up a hand. "There. Stay there."
The way Bunny was looking at him made Zeke want to take a bite out of her. Or throw her over his shoulder and escape into the woods. Or just fuck the daylights out of her. Her hungry, feral gaze studied the contours of his long legs and sleek muscles. Work kept him fit. Not cut and bulging but sleek and solid.
"Jay. Come turn down the bed. Take all the covers off."
Little hubby rose slowly. Zeke watched him with a smirk. Bunny just kept eye-fucking his body. He knew she could see the pre-cum dripping from the swollen head of his cock and seeping through the boxers that still hid it.
When the bed was ready, Bunny said, "Back to your chair, dear."
