Luck, Be a Lady Tonight

I only visited Monaco once a year, to gamble at the Casino de Monte-Carlo, drink Bollinger champagne and fuck beautiful girls...

I could practically smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy from here. My cock twitched inside the fine silk trousers of my expensive tuxedo. I only visited Monaco once a year, to gamble at the Casino de Monte-Carlo, drink Bollinger champagne and fuck beautiful girls. I’d already won €2500 on the roulette table, and had drunk an entire Jeroboam of Bolli, to the point where I was now practically pissing pure golden fizz. Next stop was Pussy Town, and I’d already decided that hers was my top destination.

She wore a slinky gold number, looked like a fucking Oscar statue, but with enormous tits. They spilled out the front of her dress, and each time she’d leaned forward expectantly to watch the roulette wheel spin, the creamy mammaries had jostled and bounced. I spent most of my time at the table imagining pulling that dress down, pushing those lovely big jugs together and filling my mouth with her nipples. Pulling them apart and burying my face between them. Pressing them together and sliding my hard prick between her full, ripe melons.

My dick leapt again, and I shot her the look. I knew she was into me. I’d caught her watching me, too, and as I’d left the table to sit a while by the bar, she’d wasted little time in following me over and sitting across from me. I bet she was damp right now. Probably sitting there with her wet cunt forming a stain on the bar stool, desperate and ready for cock. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head towards the exit. Wanna get out of here?

She smiled, collected her purse, and walked towards me. Her hips moved rhythmically, sensually. I had a mental flash of her, naked, rocking and rolling those luscious hips as she rode my hard length, those bountiful breasts bouncing. My luck sure was in tonight, she was a damn looker, and her body was sheer perfection. I was gonna fuck her until our bones frickin’ melted.

She leaned close to me, and whispered breathily, “I’m three hundred for the hour, but for a grand, you can have me for the whole night.”

Oh. Right.

I looked at my watch and did some quick math. I was €2500 up tonight anyway, and there were at least four hours until sunrise. I took her hand, and led her out and back to my hotel. Fifteen hundred Euro in my pocket and a hot bit of snatch on the end of my dick for the next four hours? I’d call that a lucky night.

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