The gambler by rat68
Explore the tantalizing world of 'The Gambler' by Rat68 – an erotic sex story that weaves passion, risk, and desire. Dive into a thrilling tale where seduction meets chance, and every bet could lead to tantalizing pleasure. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
The old west – 1875. , I really hate amateurs. Especially amateurs with guns. If people can’t afford to lose, they shouldn’t play poker. Unfortunately, some people don’t get that. They seem to believe that anyone can gamble and make money. I’ve been gambling for over 20 years and have lost a lot more than I’ve won. But I’ve won enough to keep me from being tempted to find a real job.
Anyway, he was pointing a gun at my face. I would have felt a lot better if his hand was steady. Usually, a steady hand meant that the guy was just trying to look good to his friends not that he was interested in actually killing me.
An unsteady hand meant something else entirely. It meant that he did want to kill me, but was still working up the nerve. It also meant that he could accidently squeeze the trigger thus making the question of how much nerve had could work up irrelevant. So I had to get out of it, but how?
Just then, an angel came to my rescue. “Pa, stop. You can’t do this, Pa,” said the voice of this angel. I looked over my shoulder to see a little slip of a girl coming towards our table. She was about as tall as my chest. Very slender, but with obvious curves, even though her tiny breasts looked like they were small enough to fit in my mouth, they were high and firm. Her hair was long, straight, and blonde. Her skin was slightly tanned. Her lips were small, but plump and cherry red. There was a freshness to her that’s hard to describe, but it was arousing, which was saying something because staring down the barrel of a gun is usually not a situation which encourages arousal.
“Please, Pa, you can’t do this. It’s not right.”
“Sorry, Millie,” the man replied, “But I have to get my money back. We’ll lose the farm if I don’t.”
“Mister,” I say, “I won the money fair and square. If you take it, I’ll go to the Sherrif and have you arrested. Not only will you lose the farm, but you’ll go to jail too. Is that what you want?”
“Shut up! I don’t need you talking.”
I decided that it was time to bluff. After all, he hadn’t caught me bluffing all night. I looked him in the eye and told him, “Mister, talking is the only option you have. Right now, under the table, I have a .45 pointed directly at your guts. Do you really want me to shoot you in front of your daughter? I guareentee that I can pull my trigger before you can pull yours.”
Millie spoke again, very quietly, “Pa, put the gun down. Please come home. We’ll find another way to the money. Come home, please.”
The man hesitated a moment, but then lowered the gun and set it down on the table. Millie took his hand and lead him out the front door. For a moment, I felt sorry for the guy, but like I said. Never gamble if you aren’t willing to accept the risk of losing. But, tonight, I hadn’t lost. I had won and won big. I didn’t just clean out the farmer, but I’d taken a lot from the other men at the table that night. I decided it was time to celebrate. I ordered a round of drinks for everyone and went back to my hotel.
I decided to clean up a bit and then make my way over to the whorehouse. Just then there was knock on the door. I was a little concerned that the guy had changed his mind and decided to try to get his money back again. I opened the door just a little bit and saw Millie standing there. She was alone, so I opened the door and asked her what she was doing there.
“I came to ask for my Pa’s money back. Please, we really need it.”
You’re old enough to understand some basic rules of life. And rule number one is that you don’t gamble if you can’t afford to lose. I’m sorry, but I won that money fair and square.”
“What if I gamble you for it?” she asked.
“Do you have any more money?
“No”
“Then what do you have to offer me?”
She got really quiet and looked at the floor, then said something that I thought for sure I hadn’t heard correctly.
“I didn’t hear you, speak up,” I told her.
She lifter her face and said, “I’ve never been with a man before. You can be with me if I lose.”
“Do you know what it means to be with a man?”
“Kinda. I know that I have to take my clothes off.”
I couldn’t believe it. A virgin. I had a chance at a virgin. I’ve always liked young girls. Whenever I went to a whorehouse, I always picked the youngest one there. But even just a few months in a whorehouse will age a girl years. Now, a real virgin was offering herself to me. All I had to do was win the bet.
“Just to be clear,” she said, “If you win, you get me naked, but if I win, I get your money. Not just the money my Pa lost, but all the money you won.”
I looked her up and down and decided the chance to have her was worth it.
“Agreed. What game do you want to play?
“I don’t know how to play any card games.”
“Perhaps we should just cut cards. You take a card from anywhere in the deck without looking at it and then I try to get a higher card.”
I dug up a deck of cards out of my coat pocket and set it down on the table. She reached out a small, delicate hand and picked up the top half of the deck.
My heart dropped. Queen of Hearts. “Is that a good card?” she asked. For a moment I was tempted to tell her it was a low card, but for some reason I felt that it was a point of honor that I popped her cherry fair and square.
“Yes,” I told her, “only two cards, a king or ace can beat it.” She smiled for the first time since I had met her and her whole face lit up. Then I reached out and cut the deck again. I turned the card over and couldn’t believe it. Ace of Spades.
“I lost, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Millie. You lost.”
She took a deep breath and then said, “What do I do?”
I took her hand and pulled her to me. I cupped her face in my hands and started kissing her. At first, she didn’t know how to react, but nature took over and she started kissing me back. My tongue pushed against her lips and she parted them, I thrust into her mouth and touched her tongue with mine. They danced for a second and then she pushed hers into my mouth. I started sucking on it for a minute. She broke the kiss and said, “ No one ever kissed me before, but it’s nice. Will everything be like that?”
“I think I can make you cum.”
“Cum?”
“You’ll see. Or rather, you’ll feel it. Now take off your shirt.” She untucked her shirt and unbuttoned it. Before she finished though, I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and kissed her again. I pulled her to me and my hands roamed over her body, grabbing her small boobs. She jumped back when I did that.
“Oh. Are you gonna touch me there?”
“Yes,” I replied. “And not just there.” I then slid her shirt off her and pulled her chemise over her head. There in all their glory was the most perfect set of boobs I had ever seen. They were high and firm and tipped with tiny little red nipples. As I said before, they looked like one would fit in my mouth, so I decided to test that theory. I placed my mouth over her entire left breast, and licked her nipple. I pulled off it very slowly and rolled her nipple between my lips. Then I did the same on her right breast. She sighed, “That felt so good. Do it again.”