Casino Plot Ch. 20

Well, I wasn't any more ready than I had been before. Except, now I could see my drink. It was so close, and I couldn't have it. I realized the only thing standing between me and my drink was my panties. But the only thing between Hank and my vagina was also my panties. What a horrible decision for a woman to have to make.

I really couldn't decide what to do. I mean, I'm not a teenage girl playing how far should I go. I'm a grown woman. God guys, I'm close to 50. I shouldn't be in this position now.

At first, I was sure I wasn't letting Hank near my vagina. I had no illusions about what he would do. He wasn't just going to touch it like a shy boy. No, he would pull me open and stick his fingers inside me.

As I stood there, I needed that drink so bad. Every time I looked up, I could see it on the table. I NEEDED IT! I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do it. I sobbed one last time and told Hank I was ready.

I thought he would just walk over and pull my underwear down. Instead, he must have wanted to completely humiliate me. I don't know why. I don't know what I did to deserve it. But he just looked at me and asked me what I was ready for.

He was going to make me say it. Just undressing me wasn't enough, I had to totally debase myself. I hung my head down, I couldn't look at him. Then I said that I was ready for my panties to come down. Even that wasn't enough. He told me that if I was ready for that, then I needed to pull them down and drop them at my ankles.

I had no choice. I mean I had to have my drink. There was nothing else I could do. I reached down for my panties, and I pulled them down. When they were down far enough, I let go and they fell down around my ankles like I had been told.

He walked over and I begged him to please not go inside me. Hank didn't listen and he didn't say a word. He reached down to my vagina and found my lips. I felt them pulled apart and I knew I was being held open. Then the bastard held up his hand with two fingers pointing out. I just yelled PLEASE! I knew he was telling me that those fingers were about to go in me.

I shivered as I stood there. His hand dropped back down, and a moment later I felt fingertips at my opening. I don't remember if I said anything when those fingers went up into me.

Hank played around inside me. I just stood there and didn't say anything. Mostly I tried not to cry. Sooner or later he'd come out of me and I'd get my drink. I tried to just concentrate on that.

He could obviously see I wasn't happy. He looked me right in the eye and asked me what was wrong. Like he FUCKING DIDN'T KNOW!! I screamed at him, YOU'RE INSIDE ME, that what's WRONG!!

He rubbed me under the chin like a little kid. He just said, AWW. Then he told me that I had a really nice pussy and he liked playing in it. But since it bothered me, he'd pull his fingers out in a minute and give me my drink.

I didn't say anything. I could feel his fingers playing around inside me. I did let out a little sigh when they came out. Then one of his fingers brushed my asshole. I screamed NOOOO at the top of my lungs. I guess he realized I really wouldn't let him in there because he quickly pulled his hand away.

After that he walked to the table with me following him. He took his drink and handed me mine. We just stood there at the table drinking, neither of us said a word.

When the drinks were done, he thanked me for a lovely time and said I could go. I told him it hadn't been lovely, and I started to leave. Then he told me that he looked forward to the next time I came over to be played with.

I couldn't believe that. There was no way this would ever happen again. I told him that. I said I hated him inside me, and I was never letting it happen again.

Hank actually said he was sorry I felt that way. Not only that, but he said that he didn't want me to go away upset, so I could take two bottles of rum with me. He handed them to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said he hoped I wasn't really mad at him.

I was mad of course, but I didn't say anything. I had to have those bottles. I didn't dare upset him and make him change his mind. So, I just said thank you, took my rum, and went home. As soon as I walked in the door, I laid down on my sofa and cried. I couldn't believe how mean and self-centered Hank had been. Making me do those things for no reason.

That night I did have to think about why it upset me so much. I mean after all, you guys play with all my holes and stick things in them. I tried to figure out why this was so much worse.

After a while it came to me. You guys did it because I owed you money and couldn't pay. I had done something to you, and it was payback. It wasn't nice, but it was fair. Also, you told me the limits of what you'd do. Like you told me you wouldn't try and have sex with me, and you didn't.

I hadn't done anything to Hank. I needed those drinks, and he made me do things to get them. I had to do them, and he was just selfishly taking advantage of me instead of just giving me my drink. Also, I didn't know what his limits were. When he started playing with me, I really didn't know for sure how far he was going to try and go.

Well, anyway it was over. There was no way I needed a drink that bad. I mean, if I had known what he was going to do I wouldn't have gone there in the first place. And I had a couple of bottles, so I didn't need him anymore.

The next couple of days were fine. I needed to make the rum last, so I drank less. Only, I ended up drinking more often. I mean, I had nowhere to go, nothing to do. All I did all day was lay on my couch, watch TV, and drink rum.

I did notice the place was getting pretty trashy, so I spent some time cleaning it. But after that, I needed more rum.

I didn't eat much. I'd order pizza or go get a sandwich or something. I couldn't afford anything fancy, and I wasn't welcome at the officers' club gatherings any more. At least the rum stopped me from thinking about all that.

It was about the fifth day that I ran out of rum. There were a couple of other stores on base that sold liquor, so I walked over to them and tried buying some. They all said the same thing. I was not allowed to buy liquor on base.

I couldn't drive off base and get it either. If I drove off, I'd have to show my license at the gate to get back in and I knew they'd arrest me. I was stuck. Well, I would just have to give up rum.

I made it through the night, but the next morning I was shaking so bad I couldn't stand it. My head hurt, and I was so sick. I NEEEDED my RUM!

I made it three hours. I tried to think of any other way to get my drink. But nothing came to mind. I knew I had to call Hank. Maybe since he'd already felt around inside me, he wouldn't make me strip again. God, I hoped so. Because I was going to have to do whatever he said. I knew I would die if I didn't get my rum.

It took me another half hour to get up the nerve to pick up the phone. My hand was shaking so bad, I misdialed twice. When I got it right, he answered right away. I just asked if I could please come over and get a drink. Dear Lord I was praying that he would just say yes.

He didn't, of course. He asked if I was ready to be played with again. I asked if I had to, and he told me I was his favorite little toy. Then I said how about if he just played with the titties. Could he please not go inside me AGAIN?

Hank said he understood, and he didn't want me to do anything I was uncomfortable with. But he wanted to play in my pussy. I started to beg, but he cut me off. He told me to call him back when I was ready to have him play in my pussy. When I did that, I could come over and we'd have drinks after that.

I slammed the phone down and shrieked. I needed my DRINK! Why was he being so MEAN? He had plenty of rum. He ought to be nice and share it with me. He was so SELFISH!!

I stormed around my apartment for a good hour. But I couldn't think of any other option. I needed my drink SO BAD. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't think. I almost cried as I realized I was going to have to call Hank back.

He answered on the second ring, and I kind of sobbed saying it was me. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him I was ready. He asked me what I was ready for. It took me a second to remember what I was supposed to tell him.

I'm ready for you to play in my pussy, I told him. It was so hard to say it, especially since that was the last thing I was really ready for. At least that was enough for him, though. He told me to come on over.

I said ok, and started to hang up. Then it got worse. He told that when I came in, I was to put my clothes into the condition they were last time he played with me. That way, he would know I really was ready to be his toy. I just sniveled and said I would be there.

As much as I didn't want to be played with, I wanted my drink even more. I dashed out of my place and headed over to Hank's apartment. It was probably less than five minutes between when I got off the phone and when I knocked on his door. He must have been expecting me to rush over because he opened the door right away and let me in.

I said hi, but he just looked at me. It took a second, but then I remembered what I was supposed to do. As soon as the door was closed, he expected me to get to work on my clothes. I just put my head down and began undressing.

Unbuttoning my blouse was the easy part. Even pulling it open so my bra was visible wasn't so bad. But then I had to lift my own bra up off my breasts and let it just hang around my neck. I thought he would want to play with the titties for a bit, but he just waved for me to continue.

I undid my pants and let them drop. Then I looked at him to see if maybe I'd see some help in his eyes. I didn't. So I pulled my panties down and let them fall, too. After that, I just put my hands at my side and stood there so he could play with me.

I had hoped it would be a little easier this time, since I knew what was coming. That seemed to make it worse. When he reached down towards my vagina, I knew what it would feel like when he went inside. I was shaking while he pulled it open and stuck his fingers up in there.

Neither of us said anything. He just used my body as a toy. He felt around up inside me, and then would jiggle the titties and play with the nips. Hank just switched back and forth as he felt like it.

Once, when he had his hand up inside me, he asked me if I'd like him to pull it out. I said of course I would. He told me that if I asked nicely for him to play with the titties, he stay out of my pussy for five minutes. But I had to be good and tell him when the five minutes was up that it was time to go back in the pussy.

That was almost more degrading that having his hand up in my vagina. But I really wanted it out of there for at least a little bit. So I asked him to please play with my titties.

He pulled his fingers out, and just fiddled with my boobs. I thought it would be relaxing, but it wasn't. I knew I had to tell him when time was up, so instead of being able to enjoy him not being in there, I just stared at the clock waiting for my reprieve to run out.

The five minutes ended, and I thought about not saying anything. But I was afraid he'd get mad and tell me I wouldn't get my drink. So I told him that it was time for him to go back in my vagina. He squeezed my tit hard and told me that I was supposed to tell him to go back in my pussy, not my vagina. I whimpered and did as I was told. I said it was time for him to put his fingers back in my pussy.

He played with me a while longer. Somewhere he quit and told me I could have my drink. He didn't even bother to drink with me. He just sat there and watched. When I had finished, he told me he would see me next time.

I asked him to please send some home with me again. He said no. We both knew I was coming back, so there was no need. Then he showed me to the door and said goodnight. As I walked home, I knew he was right. I'd be coming back to be played with many times.

It was quite true of course. I'd come back almost every day. I had to have my drink. I'd fix my clothes so he could get to everything he wanted. Then I'd stand there while he played around inside me. You can't imagine how degrading that was.

My only rest was on days that he knew he wouldn't be around for a while. Then he'd give me a bottle or two, and tell me to call when I ran out. Thank God, he was always back before I was completely out of rum.

It's funny, it was always when I thought that things couldn't get worse when things would get worse. I was standing there one day, just kind of zoned out with his fingers up inside me. He looked me right in the eye, and said there was a problem.

I started breathing really fast. What kind of problem could he have found in my vagina? But then he told me what he meant. Apparently, it got him too horny playing around in me. If he was going to keep doing this, he'd need some relief. He wondered if I'd mind sucking on his dick before drinks.

Would I MIND? What was he talking about? I'd never done that in my life. I'd heard about it, but certainly my husband had never even suggested it. He couldn't really want me to do that. I looked at him. Then I just asked if he really wanted to do that instead of just sticking it in me.

He seemed surprised. Hank looked at me for a second. Then he asked if I'd really rather him fuck me than have me suck his cock. He was surprised I wanted him to fuck me.

I said no I didn't want him to have sex with me. But I certainly wasn't putting any man's penis in my mouth. EVER!!

He said he could understand that. But this was just too frustrating for him. He figured that I was too old for him. But if I'd rather fuck than suck he'd take that. So, I could have my drink now, but next time I came over he'd expect me to be ready to fuck.

I wasn't sure what he meant by being ready. He saw I was confused. So, he told me that after I was done being played with, I should bend over the side of his couch and spread out so he could screw me. He would wait til next time so that there would be no misunderstandings.

I didn't know what to say, so I just said thank you and got my drink. When I was done, I fixed my clothes and went home. Oh, I was not allowed to cover my boobs or my vagina until it was time to leave, that was a rule. He also got mad if I used those words. I was to call them my titties and my pussy.

When I got home, I had to do some serious thinking. I'd had a few boyfriends before I met my husband, and I wasn't a virgin when we got married. But I hadn't had sex with anyone else in over 25 years. And I'd certainly never done the things Hank wanted me to do now.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't owe anything to that son of a bitch husband of mine any more. I needed my rum. And if my pussy was what it took to get it, then my pussy would get it. Strangely, I got a small sense of satisfaction from that.

The next day I called Hank. He didn't even ask. I told him I was ready to get fucked, and asked if I could come over. He said sure, not that that was a surprise.

As I walked over to Hank's home, I wasn't really any more concerned than usual. It would just be one more thing up my vagina.

I walked in the door and arranged my clothing as expected. Bra up around my neck, panties down at my ankles. Then I stood there while I was played with like always.

Hank played around inside me for a bit. He shook my boobs and played with my nipples. The difference was that this time when he was done, he told me to go bend over the arm of the sofa.

I bent over the furniture like I was told. I'd never had it from behind, I wondered if it would be different. I didn't have much time to think. Hank was behind me immediately. A second or two later, I felt him go inside me.

While he had fun inside me, my whole life changed. It was at that moment I had to face the fact that I was letting a man fuck me for a drink. This wasn't lovemaking, or even something simple as fun sex. This was simply getting fucked. I'd let a stranger use my pussy simply to get rum.

I also stopped thinking of it as my vagina. It was a pussy. I was a drunk slut letting a man have my pussy. It didn't feel any different really. Just something else going in and out of me. It didn't really hit home completely until he came.

When I felt him cumming inside me was when I cried. No man but my husband had cum in my pussy in decades. Now I was letting some asshole squirt up inside there so I could get a drink. I realized it didn't matter how badly Hank treated me. I deserved it.

After he was done, and he had left every drop he could up in me, Hank pulled out and actually thanked me. I didn't say anything, and he got out the drinks. I finished one and asked for another. He gave it to me, and I finished it as well.

As I started to leave, he told me to skip the standing part from now on. When I came over, I was just to bend over the sofa and get ready for him. That was fine with me. At that moment, I didn't care what I did. I just nodded and went home.

That night I didn't sleep well. All those immoral people I had complained about, and now I was worse than most of them. I was just a worthless, drunken, slut. I knew I was doomed to Hell, I just didn't know I was already in it.

When I got up that morning, I knew I would get fucked again that day. I couldn't get through feeling the way I did without a drink. So Hank was going to get to fuck my pussy again.

I called him and headed over. He let me in and I started to undress. He told me not to even bother with the top. Just to take may pants and panties down and to get over the sofa. Apparently my titties weren't important any more. I didn't argue, I just got into position.

He walked behind me and I could hear him adjusting his clothes. He told my that I had a really big butt, and then he pulled it apart. I just stayed there while he looked at my asshole. It never crossed my mind that he'd touch it and in fact he didn't. A few seconds later he let go of my ass and stuck his dick up inside me. I just laid there while he fucked me again.

He stroked away in my pussy, and I didn't say anything. The best way for me to get through it was to just not think about it. After a while, he shot another load up inside me. Then he gave me my drink and sent me home. Neither of us even bothered to pretend there was anything between us anymore. We both knew I was simply his private whore.

The next few days went by in a blur. I'd go over to his place. I'd bend over and get fucked. I'd get my drink, and I'd go home. He seemed to like my big butt. He'd open it up and look at it a bit before he fucked me. I didn't care. If he wanted to look at my asshole, I wouldn't argue.

I don't know how many days went by like that. I managed to drink enough not to think about it. I do remember the next time it changed, though.

I was bent over the sofa. My ass was pried open so he could see my hole. I just zoned out and waited for him to close it up and fuck me. I almost jumped out of my skin when he touched my asshole.

I remember I absolutely shrieked. It was so loud, Hank jumped back and just stared at me. I turned around and screamed at him. I said there was no FUCKING WAY he was going into my anus.

The last time anything had poked in there was when you guys played with it. I hated the feeling of anything up my ass. He could fuck me if he wanted to, but I wasn't having anything up that hole.

Of course, that didn't last long. Hank just looked at me, apologized, and said I could go home. I was still screaming. I yelled that I needed my drink. I was letting him fuck me whenever he wanted, he needed to come fuck me and get me my Goddamned DRINK!!

He didn't move. He said he wasn't in the mood for that right now. NOT IN THE MOOD! What the FUCK?!! He said I needed to go home, and he would call me later.