Another Trip To The Casino

Authors note: this is totally fictional. It has group sex, anal, oral, humiliation, some racist comments, and I suppose cuckolding. if any of these offend you, then this story probably isn't for you.

My wife and I are in our mid fifties. Julie can still turn heads, even though she doesn't believe me. She is about five feet seven, 140 pounds, long toned legs, a nice ass, beautiful C cups and a lovely face with a witty personality. She always seems to find herself in some sticky situations and she has become very good at using her wits, (and sometimes her tits), to get out of it. When this happens and she comes back and we discuss it, we have some of the best sex of our lives. This was no exception.

We were going to the casino for another concert with our friends. On the day of the concert, something went wrong at my business and I had to go in for an emergency. I told Julie to ride with our friends and I would get there as soon as I could hoping to still make it in time. The casino is about an hour and a half away so it wasn't a real big deal for us to take our own car. It took longer than I thought it would and I didn't get to the casino and hotel until around eleven pm. As I was walking up to the hotel, a tribal police car pulled up and the driver got out and opened the back door and my wife got out. I overheard the police man say, "We sure enjoyed "having" you here again. Come back anytime. And if any of your friends do come and work the Palomino, I'm sure they'll make some money to," As he said that, he put air quotes around the word having.

I caught up with Julie before she got to the door and I asked her if everything was ok. She said, "well, it is now. I was able to make my bail."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Well, I got arrested for shoplifting after the concert and had to come up with $500 or I was going to have to spend 30 days in jail. They wouldn't take credit cards, it had to be cash and I didn't have any on me. However, they gave me an opportunity to try and raise it by working at a club. I was able to raise the $500 and was even able to keep it."

"Hmm. Well, do tell as I think this is going to be good," I said as we got in the elevator to head to our room.

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Julie started:

"After the concert on the way up to the room, we got separated and I was hungry so I stopped at the convenience store in the lobby. I was fairly drunk and grabbed a candy bar and thought I charged it to the room. As I walked out of the store, the Chief of Police was there and the clerk started yelling for him to stop me as I walked out eating a candy bar I didn't pay for."

He grabbed me and brought me back in and asked me what happened. "I grabbed a candy bar and charged it to my room. I then walked out and you grabbed me."

The clerk responded, "That's not what happened. You grabbed the candy bar, yelled at me to charge it to your room and walked out without telling me your room or showing my your room key. I saw the Chief walking by and shouted for him to stop you."

The Chief of Police said, "OK, you're under arrest for shoplifting." He then spun me around and handcuffed me. He took me upstairs to an office of some sort, and it looked familiar, it was then that I realized I had been in this room before, as I was in it last time we were here, remember? Anyway, the leader walked in and the Chief of Police briefed him on what happened."

The leader said, "I remember you, white slut. Evidently you didn't learn your lesson last time you were here on the reservation, you whites are not in charge, we are. So, I will pass the punishment. You can either spend thirty days in our jail or pay $500 right now."

"Obviously I don't have $500 on me as I had to charge a candy bar."

"Alright. I'll give you a chance to come up with it. You can go to our Palomino Club and wait tables to raise your $500 bail. It's a Saturday so you should be able to do it, but if you don't by the end of the night, jail."

The Chief then walked me out and put me in his car and started driving across the reservation.

"What is the Palomino Club?" I asked.

"It's a club for tribal members only, no whites allowed, except for service staff. Which by the way, you are now. In fact, we usually only use white women for service staff." He said as he chuckled to himself. "It can get a little crazy in there sometimes."

When we pulled up, there were only two cars in the parking lot. He said, "That's weird, usually on Saturday's this place is crazy. Oh well, not my problem. Let's go in and get you in uniform. It might be hard for you to make bail."

We walked in and there was one table of four guys up near what appeared to be a darkened stage and the bartender. Once we got to the bar, he took the handcuffs off and spoke to the bartender.

"Here's a service staff for you. Where is everybody?"

"Oh, the entertainment couldn't make it in tonight so everybody left early. They said they can drink at home for cheaper and if they aren't seeing naked women there was no point in staying. None of the servers would get up on the stage so everyone left. I cut the servers loose too. Those guys just walked in, they said they hit it big tonight with a scratch off ticket and were looking for a good time."

He continued, "Well, the changing room is over there. If you're going to work the floor, you have to be in uniform. I don't want to get in trouble with the Chief of Tribal Police here. When you are in uniform, you can wait on those guys. I'll let them know you'll be over shortly. The uniforms are hanging up. The ones still in wrappers just came back from the dry cleaners."

When I got in there, I saw the uniform rack and started looking for one in my size. I found one and pulled it off the rack and hung it up on a hook. As I took the wrapper off I realized that these uniforms were very revealing. Seeing no other choice I removed my street clothes and started to put the uniform on.

I put on the bustier. It had hook and loop fasteners up the front. It didn't have a top so my tits were pushed up and were totally exposed. I hoped there would be a shirt. There was a loop at the top right in front of each nipple, like a small elastic loop, but hard enough that I couldn't tuck it in and it was annoying. It occurred to me that these loops were to hold my nipples out and hard while I was working. So, I took each nipple and worked it through the loop and it felt much more comfortable and my nipples were now standing at full attention and weren't going to go down. It wasn't uncomfortable and was actually kind of arousing.

There was a shirt. Well, not much of a shirt as it was a white tank top, think Hooters type of shirt. Real tight and very thin. When I looked in the mirror, my nipples were clearly visible as they were being tugged by the loops and my areola were also visible. Literally nothing was hiding.

Last was a very short pleated skirt. When I pulled it on, it barely touched the tops of my thighs and just went to the bottom of the curve of my ass. This uniform certainly wasn't hiding much and I would have to be careful about bending over. When I put my heels back on, not big ones, just three inchers, my ass firmed up nicely. As I looked in the mirror at the total uniform, I felt pretty sexy and was ready to get my bail money.

When I came out and walked to the bar, the four guys at the table watched me the whole way. "This is a pretty skimpy uniform, is there more that I'm missing? I don't want to get in trouble with the police again."

"Nope, that's it. And, here on the reservation with the police here, literally anything you want to do you can," said the bartender.

"He's right. I won't give you any problems for anything you have to do to make your bail. Anything goes. Except for selling drugs, but I'm pretty sure you don't have any hidden in that skimpy outfit."

I walked over to the table and took their drink orders. The kitchen was closed and I wasn't sure how I was going to get $500 out of these guys just by moving drinks. As the bartender was making their drinks, I asked the Chief, "I can do anything here and not get in trouble? Like, can I get up on the stage and try and earn money that way?"

"Sure. You can get totally naked here on the reservation. These boys love seeing white pussy and tits. Hell, you can even do more than that if you want, white slut. Yeah, I remember you from a few months back. That's why I brought you to the leader instead of the jail straight away. I figured he would have a good idea of what to do with you instead of going through our tribal court system. Maybe doing what you did back then will get you enough money for bail."

When the bartender gave me the drinks, I asked him who was the DJ and he said he was at this point. I told him to turn the stage on and fire up the tunes.

As I approached the table, I noticed that the Chief was following me using his phone to take a video. "Sorry, the Leader always wants proof that law breakers pay their dues and earn their bails when he gives them a break. So, I will be taking video."

When I was setting the drinks down, the stage lit up and the music started. With how small the uniform is, one of the guys started rubbing his hand up the inside of my leg. As I made sure to lean over to the other side of the table to set the drinks down, instead of walking around, this gave him great access to my exposed ass. He took advantage of it and smacked me pretty good.

I squealed and jumped. I stood up and looked at him crossly, and then chuckled and said, "You can't play favorites, now you need to smack my other cheek. I can't have one red and one white." I bent over and gave him access to my other cheek and he smacked that one in the same manner. "Thanks, now I have two red hand prints on my ass."

He then said, "The stage just lit up and the music started, are you going to perform for us?"

"Well, that depends. How bad do you guys want to see me dance?" I figured I could just dance and they would throw money at me and maybe that would do it. They hooted and hollered their desire so I said, "Ok, I'll dance for you."

I got up on stage and started gyrating and dancing, making sure to show them lots of ass. As the first song ended, they each threw a dollar on the stage. I said, "come on, you gotta do better than that."

"No sweetie, you need to do better than that. Even though your shirt is pretty revealing and your skirt is nice and short, we need to see those white tits and ass. You want money, start losing clothes. The more you lose, the more we pay." His buddies were overjoyed with his remarks.

The next song started and I started the whole show. Removing my skirt and shirt, but leaving the bustier in place with my nipples firmly held by it. As that song ended I was wearing just my thong and the bustier. My tits were up and on display as the bustier hid nothing. They each threw a fiver. They could tell I wasn't happy with that number.

I came down off the stage and walked back to the table. "Seriously, I am almost naked and you guys only gave me $24 dollars."

"Well sweetie, if you want more, you have to do more. We still haven't seen your white pussy."

"Ok. I'll give you more, but I expect a lot more than what you've thrown." I went back up on stage and literally did everything I could think of to be sexy and hot. Crawling around, showing my ass, bouncing my tits in their faces and as the song was winding down I slowly slid my thong down and flipped it off my foot on to their table. They went crazy and really enjoyed the fact that I was now naked, except for the bustier pushing my tits up.

They each pulled out a ten spot and the leader of the pack said, "Oh darn, nowhere for us to tuck this ten spot, so you don't get it. Although, your bald white pussy does look enticing. How about we negotiate a little more? If I get to fuck that bald white pussy, I'll give you $200."

One of the other guys said, "If you give me a blowjob, I'll give you $200 too."

The other two said, "while your fucking and sucking, you can give us hand jobs and we'll pay you $100."

I realized that this would get me my bail so I said "whip em out."

I've never seen four guys get naked so fast. By the time I got down off the stage, they were all naked. The guy who wanted to fuck me stayed seated and I lowered myself on his cock and faced away. The one who wanted the blowjob stepped in front of me and I took him in my mouth and proceeded to start sucking him. The other two stood one on each side of me and I grabbed their cocks and started to really stroke them. Once we got in to a rhythm, I noticed the Chief was taking video again. Except he was only focusing on me and what was happening. He wasn't getting their faces at all.

After a few minutes, the guy who was literally fucking my face pulled out and shot his load all over my exposed tits. He stroked himself to make sure he deposited everything on my tits. I asked the other two "Do you want to shoot on my tits too?" They both moved in front of me and proceeded to shoot their loads all over my tits as well.

The guy under me, said, "Get up on the table on your back. I can't cum this way so I want to watch you while I fuck you."

I got up on the table, he got between my legs, lifted them up and over his shoulders, entered me easily and started to pound me. My legs were flailing all over as he was about to cum. I could tell he was close by his pace and his breathing. However, he pulled out and jacked himself off and shot his load all over my belly.

As he was coming down, the guy who I gave a blowjob to, said, "Here's $100 for you. You didn't swallow so it wasn't really a blowjob."

"But I gave you a blowjob, you pulled out and shot all over my tits. That was your decision."

"Well, you should have said that before you started. To me a blowjob means you're going to swallow, and you didn't. You never said you wanted me to cum in your mouth and I had to finish myself. You're lucky to be getting this $100. It was basically me just jacking off on your tits."

The two that I gave hand jobs to, said, "Here's your $100."

"Wait, that was $100 for each of you."

"No, we said we would give you $100 for two hand jobs. If he got to stick it in your mouth and only pay $100, we aren't paying the same amount."

The last guy then took out his $100 bill and left it on the table. "Here's for my hand job too. I didn't cum inside, so I didn't fuck you. Same deal as the blow job."

The four of them then started to walk towards the door laughing and high fiving each other as they left the bar.

So, there I was, my tits and belly covered in cum and I only had $300 and there was no one left in the bar.

I got up and walked over to the bar and started talking to the Chief of Police, who had filmed the whole thing. "Well, I guess I'm going to jail."

The bartender tossed me a bar rag and then said, "how much was her bail?"

"$500. Looks like she's a little short."

The bartender looked at me and said, "I'll give you $200, but I'm not pulling out."

I realized that I had no choice and if I wanted to make my bail, I had to agree. So I did.

"Alright. You see that popcorn machine over there? Go and get the jug of popcorn oil and meet me at the table in the corner. Then take your bustier off."

As I was walking back to the table, my tits were still being pushed up nicely and my nipples were still lassoed in the bustier. The Chief was still using his phone to track me all the way back. When I got to the table, I pulled my nipples out and undid the bustier and took it off. Releasing my nipples restored the blood flow and caused a wonderful sensation as the full feeling came back to my nipples.

The bartender said, "now, pour some oil on your hands and rub it all over your tits. Make sure to pull and tug your nipples as I want to see everything nice and shiny."

I did as he said and it felt amazing. Slippery fingers pulling and milking my tits and trying as hard as I could to tug and pull my nipples, but to no avail as my fingers kept slipping right off. Very exciting and frustrating at the same time.

"Now, that your hands are nice and oily, start stroking my cock so it gets oily too."

Without hesitation I reached for his cock and pulled and stroked him to full erection. He didn't have the biggest cock I had ever had, but it was still very nice. I oiled his cock and then went to work on his balls, I had to make sure he got what he was going to pay for. Although, I wasn't sure yet where he wanted to put it and not pull out as he said, but at this point I didn't care as I was totally into it.

He turned me around so I was facing the table and stepped up behind me and slid his cock between my ass cheeks. Not trying to fuck me, just pointing it up my back but sliding between my cheeks. He then reached around and started to milk my tits, just as I had done. However, the first few tugs were fantastic as his fingers weren't oily yet, but as he continued, his fingers got oily and he wasn't able to pull my nipples as hard.

"Lean onto the table and grab the edge with your hands and spread your legs."

I leaned forward and spread my legs as he had instructed and he gently started to rub the head of cock up and down my pussy. He pushed just the tip in and in so doing he hit my clit and pushed me over the edge to one of the best orgasms I have ever had. He never pushed all the way in and I was starting to come down, he put his hand on my back and gently, but firmly, pushed me the rest of the way down on the table and spread my legs even further. This exposed my ass to him, but as I was still riding the last few waves, I didn't care.

He then took the oil and poured just a little bit between my ass cheeks and I new then that he was going to fuck me in the ass. Not that this is a bad thing as we have done this before, but usually only you get my ass. He rubbed his cock up and down coating it with more oil and then slowly started to push it in. Once the tip was in, he stopped and let me adjust.

He then started to push further. Not forcefully, but insistently until he bottomed out and I could feel his balls resting on my lips. He then pulled back ever so slowly until just the tip was still in me. He didn't stop, he pushed forward again, also slowly until he was all the way in again. He then pulled back again. He did this several times, just slowly fucking my ass.

"Now, I want you to say that you want me to fuck your ass and cum in it."

When I hesitated, he slammed his cock all the way home and then pulled back so just the tip was in.

"Say it."

I didn't.

He slammed me again and pulled back.

"Please fuck me in the ass and don't pull out! I need to feel you cum inside my ass!" I yelled.

I looked up and saw the Chief of Police still shooting video from in front of me making sure to get my face when I said that.

This was all the encouragement the bartender needed and he proceeded to fuck my ass. Not hard and fast, but slow and steady, making sure to go all the way in and pull out so just the tip was still inside. It felt really good and it was driving both of us towards an orgasm.

As he was slowly fucking me, he said, "You know Chief, her mouth looks to be at the right height and I think she could use a cock in it."

He didn't hesitate and handed the phone to the bartender while he took his shirt off and pants and gun belt off as well. When he moved in front of me, he didn't waste any time and pushed his cock straight into my mouth. I was breathing heavily and took him in easily and began to suck for all I was worth.

Being stuffed and fucked was all I needed to push me over for a second orgasm. It was hard as he was so deep in my mouth, but I kept sucking. Just then the bartender pounded me hard for about three or four pumps and then just held himself deep inside as he let go of his orgasm. I guess my spasms pushed him over the top too.