Thanks to rexbrookdale for editing this story.
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As Carrie sat back and recalled what had taken place over the last two days, she could barely believe what happened to her. She felt so ashamed, yet she knew now that she was going to be okay, her worries were gone for now. She smiled..
I'm not getting up today, she told herself as she fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
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From a small town on the south coast of South Africa, 19-year-old Carrie Smith had moved to Cape Town a little over a year ago after graduating from high school. Being from mixed race ancestry, commonly known as 'Cape-coloured' in this part of the world, she had exotic features not too different from those of South American or Mexican women. She only considered herself average looking, but with her flawless light brown skin, flowing dark hair, and gorgeous body stacked on a slender frame, it was quite hard for men not to take note of her.
Carrie felt alone in the world. The daughter of a nurse, her dad had died five years ago. And after her mom had suddenly remarried and relocated to Australia, Carrie decided that it would be best to stop talking to her for a while.
Her initial plan was to study part-time and work part-time while living in the Cape.... Instead, she quickly found her first love. She moved in with Mark, a 32-year-old schoolteacher whom she had met via social networking. He was everything she looked for in a man: handsome, well-built, caring, and he took good care of her. After a month of dating, she had rewarded him with her virgin pussy.
They had had an above-average sex life until she'd become pregnant; that's when things changed for the worse. Since she was too young to become a parent they had both agreed that an abortion was necessary, but after the procedure was finished the doctor had given them the news that she wouldn't be able to have kids anymore.
This caused a rift between the two; the final blow happened when she found out that he was sleeping with one of his students. The nude photos and raunchy text messages were enough for her to end it, as well as to keep her pride.
In truth she was broken; the abortion and the breakup were a lot for her to handle. To top it off, she now had to move out and start providing for herself again Then there were her college studies to worry about. Eventually, she rented a room with some fellow students and got a job as a waitress in one of the restaurants at Grand West Casino.
Work was tough on her and her studies suffered; she barely had enough money to get by.
Then one night, it all changed.
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"Dammit," she screamed; she had just missed her transport. What luck, 11 o'clock and I'm stuck in this damn place; better go back in the complex, she thought to herself.
She had no choice but to wait for the 2am staff transport to get home. With the amount of cash she was carrying, taking a cab was definitely out of the question. She took the time to walk around the casino areas, exploring the slots, watching people play poker, and eventually ended up in the private lounge. It was almost empty except for one table where several people were playing blackjack, and over which a huge BJ sign flashed.
Interesting, she thought, I'll go have a look. By the time she got there, two had already left, and only one man remained seated at the table.
"Give me R10 000s chips, and a double whiskey on the rocks, and anything for the lady?" he asked, looking her way, handing the waiter his platinum MVG card.
She was startled and it was a few seconds before she realized that he was talking to her. "Pina colada," she said, though she was not really sure if she should.
"Good," he said. "Maybe you can be my lucky charm tonight." He laughed, "And what might your name be, young lady?"
"I'm Carrie sir, thank you for the drink," she said.
"You don't say 'thanks' for liquor, you drink it. Ha ha! And my name's Jeff. Who do you think you're calling 'sir'? I'm not that old." He burst out laughing again.
Jeff was a large man, at least 6 feet tall which was huge next to her 5-foot-4 inches, and he must've weighed well over 200 pounds, almost twice her own weight. After a few more whiskeys and cocktails, she learned that Jeff was 30 years her senior, and a successful businessman from Johannesburg. He would be staying in the Cape for a few more days. That night he was celebrating a merger; his colleagues had all gone to bed earlier.
She told him her story, and he said they should drink to that. He ordered a round of tequila and they gobbled it up. Carrie's head started spinning after that, but she kept her composure.
When they changed dealers, he decided to try his luck.
"R2000 on one maker," he requested.
Two nines were drawn, with the dealer standing on a seven.
"Split those nines," he called out.
He ended on 19 on the first hand, and asked her for her opinion on the second.
"Double up," she shouted, definitely a bit too loud she'd realized belatedly.
The dealer ended up busting and there she was, jumping all over a man twice her size and age; that one hand just won him R12000 and even though he had lost more that night, he still called me his lucky charm and handed Carrie two R1000 chips, which she accepted gladly.
She looked at the time and saw that the transport would be leaving in the next 30 minutes. "My transport's leaving soon, Jeff," she said, getting up too quickly and feeling much too tipsy.
"Easy child," he said. "Maybe you should relax a while, don't want your colleagues to see you in this condition. You can rest in my suite for a while then I'll take you home myself." He had been insistent, so she eventually went with him.
Carrie was in awe when she stepped inside the rooms of his suite, a bit overwhelmed by their beauty; it looked like a honeymoon suite. "Wow Jeff, I've never seen anything like this: a hot tub, mini-bar, and the most beautiful view I ever saw, hell even the bed looks amazing. It's like those princess beds in the movies," she giggled, sure that she still sounded drunk.
"You know, if you want to it's all yours to use; make yourself at home," he said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey and told her to help herself.
She checked out what he had in the bar, and he poured her a few shots of tequila.
"You know Carrie, before you down those shots, why don't you go test out the hot tub? I'm sure you'll appreciate it after a long day," Jeff suggested.
She declined, telling him that she might later.
"Well if you don't mind then, I'll go soak it out a little bit," he said and then disappeared into his room presumably to go get his clothes before heading for the hot tub. "I'm going in, make yourself at home, look around if you want; I might be a while," he said, before going in and closing the door behind him.
Carrie decided to switch to a glass of white wine, just to try and sober up, and it was a welcome change to the strong liquor. She walked around, checking out the cool stuff in the suite, and decided to sit in the comfortable massage chair while watching some TV. As soon as it went on she couldn't believe the sight before her eyes: a very good-looking young woman, maybe two or three years older than herself, with massive boobs and long red hair, lay on her back getting the living hell fucked out of her by a massive rugby-player-looking guy....
It was at that moment she realized how horny she was, her pussy was starting to moisten as she watched that gorgeous cock slide in and out of the bald pussy of the beautiful woman. She sounded like she was enjoying it, screaming and scratching the horse-dicked hunk's back, urging him to fuck her good.
Somewhere down the line Carrie realized she was on the massage chair with one hand pinching her nipple and the other one down her panties, searching for her clit as she watched them change positions on screen and she now rode him reverse-cowgirl-style, which looked amazing.
Carrie heard herself moan softly; she now had two fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, and was really fucking her cunt hard until she heard a man call her name....
