Already Pullin' Me In

Richter would say he was only pretty good at poker if asked. It was enough to eke out a living, but not a lavish one.

Which was why it was so irritating to come into a string of prominent losses.

Despite his career of choice though, hewasfinancially stable. He kept the gambling to the green felt tables and invested wisely in low interest bonds to secure his long-term future. Monetarily, he could afford to lose some games here and there, especially since winningtoooften was suspicious, but his pride was smarting from the recent string of losses. The temptations of the casino called to him, the repetitive music of the slot machines, the brick-deep smell of smoke in the walls, and the siren song of cards being shuffled. Yet he could tell he was on tilt, liable to make mistakes in a game. All the same, he needed a win somewhere.

To his left, he could see the casino's card tables. Taking money from amateurs? He had better things to do.

To his right, he singled out a young Asian girl sullenly glaring at the bartender while nursing a glass of water. The bartender once told him that section was where he redirected kids caught with fake IDs. She looked about the right age for that. Draped in an open diaphanous robe, the shape of her shoulders was just barely visible, but he liked what he saw. Maybe she wasn't old enough to drink, but if she wasn't old enough to fuck, she'd have been kicked off of the gambling floor. Getting closer, he could see a girl he would love to take to his room. The swells of her budding tits were visible through the sheer fabric, and she was wearing just a revealing white bikini set beneath the sheer robe.

"You here alone?" Ritcher asked, sliding next to her. The bartender's eyes flashed with a warning. The rules were simple, no buying 19-year old girls drinks and take a "no" with grace. He gave an easy smile to the bartender before turning his gaze onto the girl. He had it under good authority that people could feel quite intimidated by his deep grey eyes and poker face.

The girl tried to look coy and surprised, but she wasn't able to stop the slight curl of a nervous smile forming at the corner of her lips. Her white bikini top was indecently small even compared to her meagre boobs, so he could see miles of bronzed skin. She hadn't shed the last of her baby fat on her face yet, nor had her body had yet ripened with womanly curves. Her slenderness was further emphasized by a thin gold belly chain that shimmered with each breath she took. He was willing to bet she was dragged here by her parents, then left to her own devices.

"For now, yeah," she smiled, her eyes not quite able to meet his. This wasn't a woman playing coy, but a girl folding once she realized she was out of her depth. He softened his expression, letting her relax a bit.

"Mind if I buy you a drink, non-alcoholic of course?" He asked. Ritcher smirked in response to the indignation on her face. In a few years, he'd be too old for picking up the girls at the kiddie table, but for now he could still enjoy the fruits.

"And why don't you buy me a hard drink?" She asked with her best attempt at a sultry purr. She was trying, bless her, but he shook his head.

"You're underage. The bartender would have my head." The said bartender glared back at the girl. He was a weedy middle-aged man, with a rather unflattering pair of glasses on his head. Wicked smart, but neither intimidating nor overtly welcoming. Honestly, Ritcher's kind of guy. It certainly didn't hurt that he wasn't competition with Richter around.

"Get me a damn coke then," she said with a teenaged drawl.

"Two cokes please," he said to the bartender. "Now, does the pretty lady have a pretty name?" He asked.

"My name's Jenny. Now, does this handsome guy have a handsome name?" She wasn't glaring at him any more, but more neutral now, no longer batting her eyelashes to angle for a hard drink. The mascara around her eyes was thin but imperfectly applied, making her look like a girl playing at sophistication. Richter kept in shape, and he was proud of the body he had sculpted. It wasn't perfect, but it was the result ofhishard work at the gym. His own white shirt was also diaphanous and sheer, with his nipples practically poking through. He knew that if she was willing to entertain him, then she was practically already wrapped up for him.

"I'm Richter. I'm here because I banned myself from the poker tables. What about you?"

"I'm here because my parents are on a business trip and they let me tag along," she replied airily.

This close, he could see the blonde tips of her black hair. He could imagine himself gripping the long hair in one hand pulling it back and watching her back arch. Bringing his gaze lower, he eyed her flat belly and deliciously exposed thighs. The chain around her waist was so thin that he could only see it when the light hit it just right. He wouldn't have been looking so openly had he not noticed the way she was ogling at his body as well. Straightening his posture just a bit, he surreptitiously sucked in a breath to make his abs just a bit more prominent.

"You got any plans for this trip? I can tell you that you're not getting any drinks with that fake ID."

"And how do you know I won't get a drink anywhere else?" She asked, putting an elbow on the table. Everything she did, Richter could see the teenage impudence oozing out. Frankly, it was adorable.

"Cause the bartenders in Vegas aregood. They know their fake IDs. And not every bar is going to just let you sit at a kiddy table if you get caught. Most will haul your ass out the door." He would know since it happened to him some 10 years ago.

"But there's nothing to do," she said with an exasperated huff. "Clubs don't let me in, I can't gamble, and I hate swimming." She was somehow toeing the line between cute and infuriating like this. Richter couldn't decide whether he wanted to pinch her cheeks or to stuff her mouth with his cock.

"Tell me about it. I was in your spot once too. Came in with a few friends on spring break, ended up just eating at a bunch of buffets cause our IDs didn't work," he commiserated.

"And you didn't happen to run into any girls?" It wasn't a teasing question, but an earnest one. She seemed like an easy mark, he thought to himself.

"Ah, if I ran into someone like you back then, I wouldn't have known what to do."

Jenny raised an eyebrow. "So you're telling me you know what to do now?"

"I'd say I'm not too shabby," he said with a wink. His hand ghosted against her thigh, riding up before pulling back suddenly before he reached the band of her panties.

Boldly, her hand went to his thigh, creeping upwards. It was the same move, but her trembling fingers betrayed her indecision. He caught her wrist before it could reach his prominent bulge. "Control yourself, young lady," he said sternly.

It had the exact result he wanted. A light blush filled her cheeks and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a little gasp of surprise.

"Follow me. You did tell me you didn't have plans after all."

Richter let her stew in her thoughts as he led her through the casino floor, up the elevator, and through the empty halls. He could only guess at the heady excitement going through her mind as he cast calculated quick glances back at her. A light flush had filled her cheeks and her breaths were coming out in cute little pants as she struggled to keep up with his longer strides.

In contrast to his early confidence, he felt a jolt of unease the moment she entered his room. The suite was decently large, but otherwise quite cheap, especially among the hotels in Vegas. These young girls, they were attracted to money as much as they were to a smooth talker or a nice set of pecs, and he wasn't living that kind of life.

A flash of disappointment, then another hesitant breath. Perhaps he had dashed one of Jenny's fantasies of being swept off her feet by arichand handsome stranger, but she needed to learn how the real world worked. She needed to learn a lesson, and he needed a bit of stress relief.

He led her to the bed, motioning for her to lie down. Her body seemed to tense up as she climbed on top of the unfamiliar bed. If she knew just how badly he was going to put her through her paces, then her fears would be completely warranted.

But she wouldn't. Jenny wouldn't know just how deep she was in until her body was a total quivering mess.

Richter took his shirt off in record time and tossed it into a corner without a thought. Hard-won muscles from hours at the gym were brought to bear on Jenny's innocent brown eyes. Clambering on top of the bed, he covered her svelte body with his own. So close, he could feel her instincts fighting each other. Her eyes darted all over, taking in the walls around her, his muscled body closing in, and his hungry expression. Sweet little pants of air showed him just how over her head she was.

With a gentle touch, his hand grasped at her shoulder. The solidness of his touch calmed her. Her breathing evened out and her eyes began to focus in onhim. They were beautiful chestnut brown eyes, pupils already beginning to dilate.

"Well?" She asked. It was supposed to sound challenging, but the shakiness in her voice betrayed her.

He smiled back at her, amused by her posturing. The little brats playing at sophistication were his favorites. His hand crept higher, finding the nape of her neck and rubbing circles against her spine. The barest hint of pressure on her neck sent a shiver through her body, her knees involuntarily knocking against his torso. Her eyelids fluttered as he curled his hand, palming her neck's pressure points.

Capturing her mouth in a kiss, he let his weight rest on top of her. With his bare chest touching her mostly bared chest, he could truly experience the supple youth of her body. Her waist chain was surprisingly warm against his skin, and it teased him with its unfamiliarity. This was hardly the first barely-legal Asian girl he had fucked, but it was first girl he fucked who had this type of jewelry. He imagined how it would curl and flow with her body while he stretched out her cunt.

One more time, he took in the whole body. There were miles of tight, fresh skin on her small frame. Her ribs and bones were prominent, and she was skinny in a way that made her look fragile. All he wanted to do wasshatterher.

It would be a mismatch, a ridiculous feat, for them to fit together, and that was what made it sublime. He wondered if he would savor this juxtaposition even more as he got older, but that wasn't important now. What was important now was that he was kissing all over her bare skin, toying with her body as she fumbled with her hesitant touches. He played with the straps of her bra, fingers digging under the strings and tugging before he let go. He wondered if she realized that a sliver of brown areola was peeking out one corner, tempting him like a fly to honey. Each sudden little gasp he elicited from her was a victory for him, a sign that he was molding her to be a willing fuckpet.

Even if she wasn't a virgin, it was clear that she had never been with someone so experienced before. She seemed overwhelmed by the attentions, frozen like a prey animal. He pressed his advantage, deepening their kiss. His fingers laced into her hair, pulling her closer while his tongue began to explore her mouth.

There was a moment of surprise as Jenny's nails suddenly bit into the muscles of his back. Not enough to hurt, but enough to tell him that she wasn't just a passenger.

Richter took it as a sign to take things further. His free hand snaked down her skinny form, slithering under the band of her bikini bottom to give her pert ass a squeeze. He was rewarded with a whine of pleasure, a curling of nails dragged across his back.

He gave her tight ass another squeeze, then swallowed her moans in their kiss. It was a full, all-consuming thing as he ran roughshod over her smaller mouth. She bucked her body underneath him, and her groin brushed against his clothed cock. He could feel the way she tensed up, nails brushing on his back and gasping into his kiss, as she realized just how hard he was.

Without any prompting, she started to grind herself against his erection. She was even hornier than he thought, even more eager to be defiled.

Pulling away from the kiss, he took in her flushed face. First, there was disappointment as the kiss ended so suddenly, then a look of indignation that he dared retreat, before it all fell apart when he rolled his knee against her mound. Her eyes went half lidded while her mouth opened with an immodest wail of pleasure. Thighs clamped tight around his leg, and she trembled with need.

Jenny had soaked through her bikini bottoms and that wetnesssmearedonto his knee. She scooted up to support herself on her arms so she could see just how they were joined. Her hips bucked and ground against the hard bone of his kneecap, always craving a little more friction.

Her skin made a delicious contrast against the white of the sheets, and Richter could no longer restrain his lust. He wrested his leg away from her clutched thighs, then started to pull at her panties. It was the first time he noticed that the sides of her bikini bottoms were not held together by string, but by tiny metal rings just barely enough for him to fit a finger into, theperfectsize for one of his own larger fingers. He used his strength to push her legs together so he could drag those panties down, first over her knobby knees, then past her ankles.

Jenny's breathing started to come out hard and fast as the reality of the situation sank in. A stranger, one more experienced and stronger than her, had just peeled off her panties and was in the process of taking his own pants off. Her little gold belly chain glittered as it rose and fell with her rapid breaths.

Richter drank in the sight of her bald, reddened pussy. Not a single hair had shown through the edges of her white panties, but he hadn't expected a pussy so thoroughly hairless that it must have been waxed. With the total lack of even a hint of stubble, it meant that she must have been preparing for something.

"Your pussy looks so clean and juicy," he rasped out, barely able to contain the rasping of saliva.

"You better treat it right, mister," she said shakily. He wondered who she had imagined being the one to first experience this freshly waxed pussy, what kind of sex did she think would happen? A waxing this thorough chafed for days after, yet she had gone through it anyway. Why, because men liked a supple bald pussy.

He reached out to her bikini top, and two pulls were all he needed to bare her nipples. The thing hung uselessly on her body as both triangles were pushed to the sides. He dragged his tongue across her chest, leaving a wet trail that started from her collarbones and meandered over both her rock-hard nipples. Sweat had begun to salt her skin, a taste that barely whet his appetite. He pulled back to the sight of her fluttering eyelashes. What she lacked in the swell of her breasts she made up for in the exquisite way her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath.

Though he had taken off her bikini, its imprint was still on her body. Her breasts and pussy were prominently bordered by white triangles. The pale sliver atop her mound only highlighted just how pink and puffy the flesh around her core was. His heart lurched as he imagined his cock wrapped around those juicy folds, spreading them apart and beating them redder.

Richter couldn't wait another second. His shorts came off quickly before they were tossed aside. He didn't ask if she was on the pill. Didn't even bother raising the question of a condom. She had barely a moment to raise her eyebrows in shock before he stabbed himself inside of her.

Jenny's mouth was agape in a silent scream as her body stiffened around his massive cock. He hadn't intended to hide what he was packing, in fact, he quite liked showing off his size, but he couldn't hold himself back for even one more moment.

She was tight, she was drenched, and she was burning like a furnace as the head of his cock pierced her opening. Just the feeling of her wet heat curling around his cock tip helped take the edge off. It was clear she hadn't been prepared at all for his girth to pry her open, yet she seemed to adapt quickly. He reveled in the feeling of her core muscles easing up around him as he sank deeper each passing second. He pressed down with his palm right below her navel, right above her womb, and he could feel the metal chain dig into their skin while his cock stretched her open. At that, she finally let out a wail against his chest.

There was a pounding feeling in his ears as he watched Jenny desperately try to take him. Tears were forming around the corners of her eyes while her fists clenched around the sheets. Each moment he spent devouring her cock-drunk expression tempted him, like an invisible force pushing against his back. He wanted, so desperately, to sheathe his entire length in at once, feel the wet ring of her mound against his balls.

But he also knew that she couldn't take it... yet. Rather, he conquered her pussy bit by agonizing bit. He waited for her body to stop shuddering and her grip on the sheets to slacken before taking another bit of her pussy. She wasn't reacting like this was all new, he could feel. Rather, it was the sheer intensity sweeping her up, his size and his presence enveloping her.

Suddenly, Jenny squealed out. Loud and high, it seemed he had brushed some sensitive part of her insides and overpowered her restraint. Good, he couldn't wait to do it again. Her cunt quivered and pulsed around his length, massaging his cock for just a bit of mercy.

He waited a few more seconds for her breathing to even out and the harshest of her shakes to subside. He was so so close to bottoming out, so close to wrecking her pussy for all the boys her own age. The very moment she started a deep, calming inhale, Richter struck again.

She was even tighter now in her deepest areas, even louder in her screams forsomething. Maybe her body was subconsciously begging for more, or maybe she was begging for reprieve -- either way, he didn't care.

Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and sweat made the bronzed skin on her forehead shine. Makeup had sweated off, just a tad, and it seemed she hadn't outgrown some of the pimples near her hairline. He couldn't help but appreciate just how young she was, just how good it felt to lead her into adulthood.

It was like pulling a puppet's string the moment Richter pulled out from her. Not even pulling out all the way, his absence seemed to relieve the tension in her body. So of course, he slammed back in whence he came to feel her whole body seize up.

Her thighs practically clapped against his hips while a scream emerged only to die out as he plunged even deeper. His own hands curled into the sheets when the base of his cock pressed against her wetness. There was a satisfying squelch that marked his completion, a primal need sated. Though he couldn't see how deep his shaft went, he could imagine his cock smashing its way to her womb and its curved head poking at her tummy. In his fantasies, her belly would be stretched to take him, her belly button rolled and toyed with from the opposite side.

Another drag of his hips saw the tension exit her body, only to seize her again as he plowed down. He relished these moments, when a girl was still fresh andresponsiveto everything. The light of fear hadn't quite left her eyes, and he reveled in the effect he was having.

He accelerated the pace, feeding her more sensations just before she could handle the previous pace until he finally reached his stride. Richter wasn't a sprinter, he was a marathon runner, so he settled into a solid but steady rhythm.