Kyle groaned in the backseat of his chauffeured limo, Victoria on her knees in front of him, expertly sucking his hard cock.
"Fuck Vic," he moaned, gripping her hair as they cruised up the street on Saturday night.
Victoria giggled around his dick and kept sucking, slurping on his thick rod until he tensed and held her head down, his mother-in-law soon feeling his molten seed bursting in her mouth.
Victoria hummed softly as she slurped it all down, feeling Kyle's dick soften in her mouth before she pulled back and tucked it back into his trousers.
"Absolutely delicious..." she admired, licking her lips clean before she settled back in her seat across from him.
Kyle grinned and leaned back, watching the starry sky through the sun roof.
"You think any hung studs will be at the casino tonight?" Victoria asked, checking her makeup.
He laughed. "Probably. Besides even if they aren't, it's not like you won't get fucked by several guys tonight."
She smiled. "You better believe it. Even if it's just you, I'm getting railed until I can't walk."
Kyle gave a hearty laugh as the car pulled up to The Diamond Palace, owned by Kyle himself. The driver stepped out and opened the door, Victoria and Kyle making their way in to a bustling night, several hundred patrons moving about at the various tables and slot machines as scantly men and women brought around food and drinks.
Among the main attractions to Diamond Palace was the various rooms in the upper and lower levels, each room catering to a different form of sexual deviancy. Hell, those brought more revenue than than the tables.
Kyle greeted some of the guests and made his way through the crowd, picking a cigar from a tray and making his way upstairs.
He found one of his wives Melanie in one of the rooms, on her hands and knees as a large and hung black man sawed his massive cock in and out of her ass, Melanie's eyes rolled back as she drooled stupidly.
Kyle chuckled and made his way to his office where his first wife Emily was waiting on her phone, dressed in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. She looked up as he entered.
"How's the party going?" she asked, her eyes flicking over his casual attire.
"It's just getting started," he said, taking a seat behind his desk and lighting the cigar. "But I've got more important business to attend to. Did you set up the poker game?"
Emily nodded. "Vlad and his crew are already waiting for you in the VIP suite."
"Excellent," Kyle said, standing up. He kissed her deeply, his hand squeezing her ass. "Keep an eye on things here. I might need you to take care of some... matters later."
Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Whatever you need, darling."
As they walked through the casino floor, Kyle's presence was like a magnet, drawing the eyes of both men and women. His 6'8 frame and bulging muscles were a stark contrast to the average Joe, and his confidence was palpable.
In the VIP suite, the tension was thick as the air was filled with cigar smoke and the clinking of ice in glasses. Vlad looked up as Kyle entered, his expression a mix of irritation and greed.
"Ah, Kyle," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. "You're just in time. The stakes are high tonight. Been a lucrative few months for me."
Kyle took his seat and nodded to the other players at the table. He knew the type -- wealthy, powerful, and desperate to win. He could smell the adrenaline on them like a shark senses blood.
"Evening, gentlemen," Kyle said, his voice deep and smoother than the whiskey in his hand.
Vlad's eyes narrowed. "Let's not waste any more time. I'm feeling lucky."
The poker game began with the usual banter, the sound of cards shuffling and chips clacking. The air was thick with the scent of desire and competition as the men at the table eyed one another, sizing each other up like predators. The VIP suite was dimly lit, the walls adorned with velvet and gold trim, giving it an opulent yet decadent atmosphere.
The card table was the centerpiece, surrounded by plush leather chairs and a collection of beautiful women who moved around the room, their breasts spilling out of their skimpy outfits as they served drinks and whispered sweet nothings into the ears of the players. Each woman was a masterpiece of sexual temptation, their eyes sparkling with the promise of illicit delights should the men wish to indulge in a break from the game.
"You're going down, Nikitin," Kyle said with a smirk as he tossed his cards onto the table. The men around them chuckled, the sound mixing with the groans and sighs from the couples and groups engaged in various stages of foreplay in the background.
Vlad took a swig of his vodka, his eyes never leaving Kyle's. "We'll see about that," he retorted, his Russian accent thick. "I've got the best hand in town."
The bets grew larger, the stakes rising with each round. The tension was palpable as the cards were dealt, each man's hand a declaration of their confidence and wealth. The women grew bolder, caressing the men's shoulders and whispering seductively as they offered refills. Kyle's gaze remained fixed on the cards, his mind calculating the odds, the room's ambiance only serving to heighten his senses.
"Your move, Kyle," said one of the players, breaking the silence.
Kyle took a long drag of his cigar, the smoke swirling around him like a serpent. "I'll see your bet, and raise you another million," he said, his voice as calm as a summer's breeze. The other men at the table tensed, the air thickening with anticipation.
Vlad's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "A million? You're getting reckless, Kyle," he said, his voice a low growl.
"Or I'm just that good," Kyle replied with a smug smile.
The Russian mob boss leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Fine," he said, slapping a stack of chips onto the table. "But remember, what goes around, comes around."
The game continued, the banter and bravado growing with each hand. Kyle could feel the power shift in his favor as he read the tells of his opponents, their eyes flickering to the side, their fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the table. He knew he had them, and the thrill of victory was almost as potent as the promise of the prize that awaited him.
"You're going to need something more than money to beat me, Kyle," Vladimir taunted, his words slurred slightly from the alcohol.
Kyle's eyes never left his cards. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and challenging.
"I'll tell you what," he said, laying down his cards face up on the table. "If I win this next hand, you give me your porn company."
The room went silent, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace and the occasional sigh from the pleasure seekers in the shadows. Kyle looked up, his eyes meeting Vladimir's. "And if I win?"
The Russian's smile grew wider, revealing a gold tooth. "If you win, you can have..."
"How about that pretty wife of your's?" Kyle said with a smile.
Vlad's expression darkened. "Zoey is not for this kind of bet."
"Come on, Vlad," Kyle goaded. "You're so confident, aren't you? What could be better than a night with the woman who's been the envy of every man here?"
The room grew tense, the air thick with the scent of testosterone and desire. The other players leaned in, eager to see how this unfolded.
"Fine," spat out Vladimir, his hand shaking slightly as he slapped down his cards. "One night with her. But only if I can't cover my losses."
"Agreed," Kyle said, laying down his own hand with a flourish.
