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My name is Kevin. I have all the gifts that anyone would want. I am 6’ 2”, and have a naturally good build that barely needs the gym to look great. I grew up in a great town, with two parents, attended private school and graduated from an Ivy League school.
From the outside, you see a good-looking guy with a great job, married with a wife with a killer body, drive a fancy car, live in a big house. I have a vacation home in the mountains and a great collection of wines and whiskeys.
Or that’s what I had. Here’s my story.
I never really had to work to do well in school and was bored with my studies, so I because lazy. I found early in life that I could hustle, gamble or cheat to get what I want.
My first experience was in elementary school when I bet another kid that I could run faster than he could. I was twice his size, so it was an easy win. I traded my crappy peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his steak sandwich. Nice upgrade for a short dash down the hall.
Later, I bet that I could get better test grades, swim faster or kick field goals further than classmates and won cash, a laptop and new iPhone. I learned that I had to let myself lose occasionally so people thought they had a chance.
Once in college, I bought an old shit-box car and changed the engine, got new tires, and added some semi-legal extras to quicken the car. When I was ready, I approached a jackass named Charles Sloane whose grandfather donated a load of cash to the school and had the Sloane Center for International Business named for him. Charles never missed an opportunity to brag about this to anyone who asked. A true asshole. When my car was ready, I followed him to a gas station where he filled his BMW.
“Nice car,” I started.
“It is a sweet ride. The new M-Series just got it two weeks ago. I was going to do some mods, but this thing is fast enough,” he said.
“I’ve been working on mine and it’s pretty damn quick,” I replied.
“That old thing,” he said dismissively with a laugh.
“I didn’t catch your name,” I started. He looked stunned as if he should be as well known as a movie star or president of the United States. “I’m Kevin Miller.”
“Chuck Sloane,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, not registering with him that I was aware of who he was. “So, Chuck,” how about a race? Let’s make this interesting. Winner gets the loser’s car.”
“That vs my car? Ok, my family’s groundskeeper needs a new car for his wife. This will be easy.”
We both invited a few friends, but word spread as it always does on social media. The race was at 8:00 that night. By 8:15, Chuck was signing his title over to me. “I gotta hand it to you, Miller, that took balls,” he said, shaking my hand with admiration.
Whenever I needed cash, I would make small bets, making sure that I would win between 77-82% of the time. It was the perfect balance to make me a challenge, yet beatable.
By the time that I graduated, I was earning about $75,000 a year in hustles and gambles. In my senior year, I won, or earned free books for my last semester and more than my share of good grades with others doing the work for me.
One big winning was a simple bet that I could eat more pizza than my opponent. I was offering cash and the other guy had concert tickets at a nearby casino. Although he outweighed me by about 100 pounds, I started my third pizza as he slowed down and quit. I felt sick after 22 slices but had two tickets to a great show at a nearby casino at the end of the day.
The show started at 8:00, but I arrived early. Surprisingly, I had never been to a casino before. My eyes lit up as I saw all the games that I had played online in one room. I started blackjack with $300 in chips and was up well into the thousands in no time. It was almost 7:30, when my winnings swelled to over $20,000.
A casino manager approached my table, offering me a steakhouse dinner and free hotel stay as I got up to walk over to the concert. “We appreciate your business,” he said as he asked what brought me in. When I mentioned the concert, he talked into the mic that was attached to his shirt. “Go to the ticket call desk and ask for Juan. He will swap your tickets out for second row floor. I will arrange for dinner reservations following the show.” I thanked him, met up with my roommate and headed for the concert.
After the concert, I stopped at the roulette table. Three spins in I was up a few hundred dollars when a man approached me “You are having some good luck tonight, he said as he put his arm around the woman next to him. “I was at your table earlier. Let’s make this interesting. Put $10,000 on black, double your money if it hits.” The ball rolled and settled, and I hit it! This was great.
“Again,” he asked.
“I will take red, double for you if I win, but if it hits black, your friend sucks my cock.” Without pause, he agreed. I never saw that one coming. The ball seemed to ride for ever around and around “RED 34” said the woman running the table.
“Shall we go?” I said. I had just lost the $10,000 that I had just won. In my mind, it wasn’t my money to begin with and I was up for the night.
Without sharing names, the couple led me to a room with private elevator service to a penthouse luxury suite. Upstairs, a bottle of champaign was sitting in a silver bucket in the living room. The man poured glasses for the three of us as this exquisite woman started to undress. “please join her,” said the man.
I watched as she untied the bun at the top of her head, freeing the long mane of hair that fell to the middle of her ass. Oh, what an ass it was, plumping out from her thin frame like two matching apples. She unzipped her dress, stepping out to reveal that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her plump tits had a slight sag. Further down, she had a full-on blonde bush the likes of which I had only seen in vintage porn.
I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my muscled chest to the couple. “Very nice,” she said as she ran her hands down my chest to my belt buckle. “Allow me,” she offered as she removed my pants. Seeing my impressive bulge, both she and her partner moaned.
“That’s going to be fun,” he said to her as she pulled my underwear down. “A lot of fun,” she continued as she tried to wrap her hand around my impressive girth. Snaking her long tongue, she teased the fat head of my cock. In the distance, I could see the man jacking his own cock. While not the fat 9 incher that I have, he had some decent length.
“Suck it hon,” he said as she moved her hands behind her back as she descended on my spear. I had a few blowjobs before, but this woman was spectacular. I watched her head bob up and down before she moved forward, taking almost all of me into her mouth as her tongue snaked out to lick my balls. Sensing that I was close, she backed off, walking down the hall of the suite without a word. I did as any guy would… I followed her to the master suite where she lay down on the bed with her head hanging over the edge.
“Fuck her mouth,” ordered the man who started all of this.
As she took the fat tip into her mouth, she reached behind me, cupping my ass, and pulling me closer to her as she swallowed my cock. I took the clue and fucked her mouth slowly at first, increasing speed until I could feel the cum churning in my balls. The woman moaned as she could feel the telltale signs of what was happening as she forced me all the way down her throat as I erupted, sending several volleys of hot cum into her.
Pulling out as she caught her breath, I moved onto the bed, teasing her fat nipples as my moved my hand to her wet pussy. “Ooohhhhh,” she moaned as my fingers played with her clit. I moved further down, sticking one, than two fingers inside of this stranger until I found her G-spot. Before long, she soaked my hand as she reached a climax. She then sat up, cleaning my hand with her mouth.
“Join me,” she offered as she led me to the impressive bathroom and turned on the shower. The two of us washed each other from head-to-toe. It was only then that I remembered the man who was with us. I could feel the cool rush of air on my ass as the shower door opened and this stranger stepped inside. He then bent her over the shower bench, inserting his hard cock in her wet pussy. The couple fucked for less than 20 seconds before he came inside of her.
It was over as fast as it started. “That will be all. Thank you for your time,” was all he said to me as he opened the shower door.
On the elevator ride down to the lobby, I thought to myself that this was definitely the strangest night of my life.
From the outside, you see a good-looking guy with a great job, married with a wife with a killer body, drive a fancy car, live in a big house. I have a vacation home in the mountains and a great collection of wines and whiskeys.
Or that’s what I had. Here’s my story.
I never really had to work to do well in school and was bored with my studies, so I because lazy. I found early in life that I could hustle, gamble or cheat to get what I want.
My first experience was in elementary school when I bet another kid that I could run faster than he could. I was twice his size, so it was an easy win. I traded my crappy peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his steak sandwich. Nice upgrade for a short dash down the hall.
Later, I bet that I could get better test grades, swim faster or kick field goals further than classmates and won cash, a laptop and new iPhone. I learned that I had to let myself lose occasionally so people thought they had a chance.
Once in college, I bought an old shit-box car and changed the engine, got new tires, and added some semi-legal extras to quicken the car. When I was ready, I approached a jackass named Charles Sloane whose grandfather donated a load of cash to the school and had the Sloane Center for International Business named for him. Charles never missed an opportunity to brag about this to anyone who asked. A true asshole. When my car was ready, I followed him to a gas station where he filled his BMW.
“Nice car,” I started.
“It is a sweet ride. The new M-Series just got it two weeks ago. I was going to do some mods, but this thing is fast enough,” he said.
“I’ve been working on mine and it’s pretty damn quick,” I replied.
“That old thing,” he said dismissively with a laugh.
“I didn’t catch your name,” I started. He looked stunned as if he should be as well known as a movie star or president of the United States. “I’m Kevin Miller.”
“Chuck Sloane,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, not registering with him that I was aware of who he was. “So, Chuck,” how about a race? Let’s make this interesting. Winner gets the loser’s car.”
“That vs my car? Ok, my family’s groundskeeper needs a new car for his wife. This will be easy.”
We both invited a few friends, but word spread as it always does on social media. The race was at 8:00 that night. By 8:15, Chuck was signing his title over to me. “I gotta hand it to you, Miller, that took balls,” he said, shaking my hand with admiration.
Whenever I needed cash, I would make small bets, making sure that I would win between 77-82% of the time. It was the perfect balance to make me a challenge, yet beatable.
By the time that I graduated, I was earning about $75,000 a year in hustles and gambles. In my senior year, I won, or earned free books for my last semester and more than my share of good grades with others doing the work for me.
One big winning was a simple bet that I could eat more pizza than my opponent. I was offering cash and the other guy had concert tickets at a nearby casino. Although he outweighed me by about 100 pounds, I started my third pizza as he slowed down and quit. I felt sick after 22 slices but had two tickets to a great show at a nearby casino at the end of the day.
The show started at 8:00, but I arrived early. Surprisingly, I had never been to a casino before. My eyes lit up as I saw all the games that I had played online in one room. I started blackjack with $300 in chips and was up well into the thousands in no time. It was almost 7:30, when my winnings swelled to over $20,000.
A casino manager approached my table, offering me a steakhouse dinner and free hotel stay as I got up to walk over to the concert. “We appreciate your business,” he said as he asked what brought me in. When I mentioned the concert, he talked into the mic that was attached to his shirt. “Go to the ticket call desk and ask for Juan. He will swap your tickets out for second row floor. I will arrange for dinner reservations following the show.” I thanked him, met up with my roommate and headed for the concert.
After the concert, I stopped at the roulette table. Three spins in I was up a few hundred dollars when a man approached me “You are having some good luck tonight, he said as he put his arm around the woman next to him. “I was at your table earlier. Let’s make this interesting. Put $10,000 on black, double your money if it hits.” The ball rolled and settled, and I hit it! This was great.
“Again,” he asked.
“I will take red, double for you if I win, but if it hits black, your friend sucks my cock.” Without pause, he agreed. I never saw that one coming. The ball seemed to ride for ever around and around “RED 34” said the woman running the table.
“Shall we go?” I said. I had just lost the $10,000 that I had just won. In my mind, it wasn’t my money to begin with and I was up for the night.
Without sharing names, the couple led me to a room with private elevator service to a penthouse luxury suite. Upstairs, a bottle of champaign was sitting in a silver bucket in the living room. The man poured glasses for the three of us as this exquisite woman started to undress. “please join her,” said the man.
I watched as she untied the bun at the top of her head, freeing the long mane of hair that fell to the middle of her ass. Oh, what an ass it was, plumping out from her thin frame like two matching apples. She unzipped her dress, stepping out to reveal that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her plump tits had a slight sag. Further down, she had a full-on blonde bush the likes of which I had only seen in vintage porn.
I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my muscled chest to the couple. “Very nice,” she said as she ran her hands down my chest to my belt buckle. “Allow me,” she offered as she removed my pants. Seeing my impressive bulge, both she and her partner moaned.
“That’s going to be fun,” he said to her as she pulled my underwear down. “A lot of fun,” she continued as she tried to wrap her hand around my impressive girth. Snaking her long tongue, she teased the fat head of my cock. In the distance, I could see the man jacking his own cock. While not the fat 9 incher that I have, he had some decent length.
“Suck it hon,” he said as she moved her hands behind her back as she descended on my spear. I had a few blowjobs before, but this woman was spectacular. I watched her head bob up and down before she moved forward, taking almost all of me into her mouth as her tongue snaked out to lick my balls. Sensing that I was close, she backed off, walking down the hall of the suite without a word. I did as any guy would… I followed her to the master suite where she lay down on the bed with her head hanging over the edge.
“Fuck her mouth,” ordered the man who started all of this.
As she took the fat tip into her mouth, she reached behind me, cupping my ass, and pulling me closer to her as she swallowed my cock. I took the clue and fucked her mouth slowly at first, increasing speed until I could feel the cum churning in my balls. The woman moaned as she could feel the telltale signs of what was happening as she forced me all the way down her throat as I erupted, sending several volleys of hot cum into her.
Pulling out as she caught her breath, I moved onto the bed, teasing her fat nipples as my moved my hand to her wet pussy. “Ooohhhhh,” she moaned as my fingers played with her clit. I moved further down, sticking one, than two fingers inside of this stranger until I found her G-spot. Before long, she soaked my hand as she reached a climax. She then sat up, cleaning my hand with her mouth.
“Join me,” she offered as she led me to the impressive bathroom and turned on the shower. The two of us washed each other from head-to-toe. It was only then that I remembered the man who was with us. I could feel the cool rush of air on my ass as the shower door opened and this stranger stepped inside. He then bent her over the shower bench, inserting his hard cock in her wet pussy. The couple fucked for less than 20 seconds before he came inside of her.
It was over as fast as it started. “That will be all. Thank you for your time,” was all he said to me as he opened the shower door.
On the elevator ride down to the lobby, I thought to myself that this was definitely the strangest night of my life.