Wild Card

In three days time, my best friend George is getting married to his lovely soon-to-be wife, Elise, in the picturesque spa town of Baden-Baden, Germany.

It’s a far cry from my home, San Francisco, where I sometimes clock in a 70-hour work week. I’m a software developer for a huge tech firm, so calling my job demanding is a bit of an understatement.

George and us groomsmen have spent the last couple of days doing the customary guided-tour thing, exploring many of the recommended sights like the Spa District and the Old Town.

We’ve seen horse races, gone hiking, and even squeezed in a day trip to the awe-inspiring Black Forest, but tonight… tonight, we’re letting loose and visiting the infamous Baden-Baden casino.

I have to say, I’m not much of a gambler. You’re much more likely to find me reading classic Russian literature or playing with Arduino kits than tossing my money away at a casino. Despite this, I suppose I’ve been looking forward to a bit of hedonistic fun in Europe after all the wholesome activities of the past few days.

The casino is illuminated in pure white light as we pass through its stone archways and up the sloped path towards its grand entrance.

We step into the marbled lobby and head towards the bar for a few drinks. All around us, there are people immaculately dressed: men in tailored suits, women in elegant, form-fitting dresses. Waiters in designer tuxedos slip through the crowds with trays of champagne that probably cost more than my monthly rent. I kind of feel like I’m in a James Bond film.

After a few drinks, I veer away from the group, eager to explore some of the tables on my own.

I stumble into an opulent room covered in plush, red carpet. Chandeliers hang heavily across the ceiling, letting off a golden, syrupy glow that catches the spindled tops of the roulette wheels.

It’s total sensory overload in here… but then again I have had a couple drinks.

There are so many games to choose from and I feel slightly out of my depth. Maybe I should stick to the penny slots.

Just when I think it’s all too much to comprehend, I spot you sitting at a Blackjack table surrounded by a group of men. Oh… hello. Something tells me this might be a good place to start. I take it as a good sign that there’s an empty seat right next to you.

I wait a few minutes for the current hand to finish, sneaking glances at you the entire time.

The smell of you is intoxicating. My senses are even more alert and alive than usual as I take in your spiced, floral perfume. It’s confident and sophisticated, much like you are, I assume…

I watch in awe as you communicate with the dealer using only your hands, tapping the table with two manicured fingers for a hit or waving your hands over your cards from left to right to stand.

I have to say, your concentration is impressive and more than a bit intimidating for an amateur like me.

I slide some money towards the center of the table and ask the dealer for a denomination of chips. I don’t know what I’m doing but just sitting beside you feels empowering. There’s something about you that makes me want to try my luck.

“Sixteen. Would you like to stay?”

You look up from your cards and eye me with a small, but glamorous smile. I return your gaze bashfully, unable to stop gawking at how beautiful you are in that black dress. It’s backless and shows off the elegant shape of your shoulder blades, stopping just above your hips. Honestly, I’d give up all my chips just to touch you right now, just to graze my fingers along your back and feel how soft you are.

I take a calculated risk and place a stack of chips inside my betting circle.

“Dealer busts.”

Oh, wow. Winning a hand gives me a huge rush of excitement. It feels… fantastic, really. I guess I can kind of see why people get so into this.

Your bare leg suddenly slides against my own, the tip of your heels rising upward against my pant leg.

Was that an accident? No, no it couldn’t have been… because a few moments later the surreptitious brush of your foot against my calf implies that you’re doing this on purpose, repeatedly.

You try to act as if you’re too deep in thought to realize that we’re touching.

You hardly look at me as we play, but I can see a devilish grin cross your face every few moments.

I’m so incredibly turned on, not only by your secret touch but by your prowess at the table.

When I win once again, you squeeze my thigh firmly with your fingers, which sends a thrill up to my twitching cock.

I am so horny now I don’t think I can concentrate on the game much longer.

“I’m out.”

I nod to the dealer and toss him a tip. To my great delight, you stand up from the table just seconds after I do.

“Hey, nice job. You play well for a beginner.”

“How do you know I’m a beginner? It’s that obvious, huh? Especially to an expert like you.”

“A little bit. I’m Lindsay. You are…Canadian? American?”

“Tom, actually. But yes, American. Are you visiting or do you live around here?”

“I’m based in Berlin, I’m just in Baden-Baden for the weekend to check out the spas, and try my luck.”

My mind flashes to an image of you relaxing in a steaming sauna… your body glistening with sweat. There’s just something about you that is so damn alluring.

“I’m here for a wedding, although it seems I’ve lost my friends…”

“Well, assuming you don’t find your friends, I was thinking of moving on to some games that are a little more…high-risk.”

I glance around the bustling casino, but there’s no sight of them.

I glance around the bustling casino, but there’s no sight of them.

Your mouth twists into a smirk and I can only imagine where this night may lead.

The next two hours are a blur as you and I play game after game, increasing our bets to absurd amounts simply to excite one another. As the risks grow higher, so does my desire for you.

We lose a few times, but mostly we win. We win hundreds of dollars on an animated slot machine, and bet it all at a roulette table. We take those winnings and rapturously risk most of them at Texas Hold ‘Em… only to go back to our lucky slot machine once again for another round.

I stand behind you, watching over your shoulder as you pull the lever and the numbers dance before our eyes. My heart is beating uncomfortably fast, not just because I’m anxious to win, but because my body is so close to yours.

“Ah, yes!”

You turn around to face me, your lips curled into a gorgeous smile. Your lips look so soft… so plump and kissable.

Finally, I can take no longer. My excitement spills over and I take the biggest risk of all… I kiss you.

You slowly pull away and look up at me with eyes full of lust.

“My room is just upstairs…”

We exit the casino and walk hastily towards the elevator.

I feel high from our wins this evening and from the imminent prospect of fucking you.

We arrive at your hotel room and I can’t keep my hands off of you.

I back you against the wall, kissing you, my tongue exploring the interior of your warm mouth.

Your hands reach down to untuck my shirt from my pants. They work quickly to undo each button.

You run your fingers against my chest and abs; I think you approve of what you see.

You unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and take them off, pulling down my boxer briefs so my hard cock reveals itself.

I love how determined you look, the way you go after what you want.

There’s a steady burn of arousal in your eyes as you undress me.

My tongue circles your sumptuous lips and then my lips seek the soft flesh of your earlobes.

I turn you around so that your ass is to me and press my body firmly against yours.

My hard cock presses up against the crease of your ass as I slip the straps of your backless dress down from your shoulders. The fabric spills down your body and falls to the floor. You step out of the dress and kick it off to the side.

I kiss the length of your neck, sliding my tongue from your earlobe down to your shoulder blades.

I cup your beautiful breasts in my hands and squeeze them. Your ass pushes up against my hard dick and I can feel how much you want me.

You like it when I play with your hard nipples, don’t you? I rub them clockwise with my palms, then take them between my fingers to pinch.

You writhe against me desperately as my hands make their way to either side of your luscious hips.

I steady myself down on my knees and attend to your wonderful ass. My tongue trails against its curves, my lips leave kisses on your firm muscle and my teeth sink into your flesh. You buck against the cool wall.

“God, you’ve got such a nice ass.”

“Spank it, baby. Spank my ass.”

“You like that, don’t you? Are you a dirty girl? Yeah? You like having that ass spanked?”

I love teasing you so much, watching your writhing against the wall, naked and moaning for me. I spread your legs a little wider, until I can feel just how wet you are.

“Oh, fuck, Lindsay…”

You feel so silky and smooth against my hand. I eagerly slip two of my fingers inside you.

My free hand holds the small of your back.

I move my fingers in and out of you in a come hither motion and your pussy sucks them up powerfully.

You push your ass towards me even more as if asking me to fuck you with my fingers just a little harder.

I bite down a bit more firmly on your ass cheeks and then continue to toy with you, kissing…licking…biting…

I slip another finger inside you and then spread your lips open to rub your clit.

There’s something about you facing the wall the entire time that drives me wild, the sound of your moans muffled against the plaster as I pleasure you… it’s so fucking hot.

I spread your ass cheeks wide; I can see the gorgeous pink velvet of your pussy.

I push my face into your wetness, desperately wanting to smell and taste you. My tongue dives deep inside you, tickling your clit, and tasting your deliciousness as your thigh muscles clench either side of my face, demanding that I enjoy all of you.

“I want you to fuck me…”

I bend you over slowly so that your hands are resting against the wall. The view of your ass from this angle, the elegant curve of your back turns me on so much.

I stroke and slap my cock against your ass, which is quivering in anticipation. I caress it between your ass cheeks and teasingly guide my tip directly against your wetness.

“Fuck me in the ass. I want to feel your cock in my ass.”

I drag my hand over the slick rubber and coat it with as much moisture as possible. Then, I slide my wet fingers around the rim of your asshole. Damn, I wish I had some lube right now, but this will have to do.

“Oh, yeah, like that.”

While one hand circles tight around your waist, I press my cock between your cheeks and find my way to your asshole.

My cock is impossibly hard as I slowly ease myself further and further into you.

Your pussy is warm and inviting as I reach around and glide two fingers slowly through your opening.

You are so wet for me, so ready to take all of me in.

Your knees are starting to shake, and that low moan in the back of your throat lets me know just how much you’re enjoying this.

You push back against me and grind yourself into me.

God, you are so dirty, like a fucking animal.

I thrust my cock in and out of your tight little asshole, slowly spreading it apart before letting it retract.

“Oh yes! Yes, god, you’re so tight!”

I want to give you unforgettable pleasure. I want to make this one of those nights that stays with you for the rest of your life.

I wiggle the tip of my finger back and forth against your clit, over and over again while I fuck you.

Your back is rippling in pleasure as I ride you. Your fingers are almost clawing against the walls.

“Yeah, right there, baby! Right there. Don’t stop!”

I drag my fingers lower inside of you and slide them up and down through your wet labia. My hand is soaked with your desire as I push two fingers up inside of you. Your walls clench needily around me and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

Your body bucks and writhes against the wall as I penetrate you in two of your desperate, needy holes, fucking you with such powerful strokes that my arm and my hips are growing sore.

I pump my fingers up inside of you, driving them further and further into you with every push.

Your G-spot trembles slightly as I tease that little velvet patch with my fingertips.

Your asshole feels so good against my cock. It sucks and swallows me whole. It’s so tight, so fucking tight around me as I drive in and out of you.

My free hand grabs onto your shoulder for support and to feel your soft skin against mine.

I can’t…I can’t take it much longer. Fucking your ass feels so good… and your pussy is so fucking wet… dripping your juices all down my hand…

I grab a fistful of your hair and your back dips even lower as you take me in as much as you can.

I feel your clit spasm beneath my touch and your whole lower body seems to suddenly tense. You’re about to cum and I want nothing more than to please you… right here, right now… making the best sex you’ve ever had.

I fuck you faster and harder, sliding in and out of your tight ass as my fingers pound your pussy…

I thrust into you over and over again… building us both up to the brink…

You slide down onto the floor, unable to remain standing, and I join you by your side.

My whole body is buzzing with pleasure as you lay your head on my chest and climb into my lap. You groan softly into the crook of my neck as I wrap my arms around you.

Wow. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t remember ever having so much fun with a complete stranger.

“It seems like both of us had Lady Luck on our side tonight, hm?”

“I suppose so. Maybe she’ll give us one more good hand tonight at the Blackjack table.”

You pull away just enough to look into my eyes with that smirk I love so much. You stand up, start to dress, and glance over your shoulder at me with a twinkle in your eye.

“Come on. Let’s go find out.”