Erotica by Bravo #2: Bravo and Largo

Chapter Eight: Erotica By Bravo #2

Taran Tula spun the trackball and placed her final bets on the table. Win or lose, she was calling it quits for the night. After several hours of playing conservatively and winning, she was going out in a blaze of glory. $20 bets on all the 5s, covered with a variety of side bets.

As she waited in anticipation for the ball to spin, she felt two hands come to rest on her shoulders. “You look like you’re doing well,” came the voice of Mr. Largo.

“I’ll know in a minute,” said Taran, gazing at the electronic croupier as he said, “No more bets,” and then spun the wheel. Complete silence from everyone around the machine, as the ball spun round and round, slowed down, aimed for the 15…. Taran’s heart rose in her throat, she could feel the exultation welling up within her….then die as the ball plopped into the red 34 right beside the 5.

Talk about coitis interruptus, thought Taran. This was nothing in it. She’d been all ready for that orgasmic pleasure…she’d been about to have it…and then…just like that….nothing. Game over.

On the betting table, the 34 was right next to the 35, and she’d covered each of her bets with side bets, that enabled her to recoup her original bet…but that was nothing compared to what would have happened if the ball had dropped into the 5, or hell, into any of the 5s.

Taran pressed the button to cash out. She stood up, waiting impatiently for the slip to appear.

“What’s your hurry?” asked Mr. Largo, amused.

“I’ve got to get out of eyesight of this machine before the next spin,” Taran said in her Italian accent. “If I see it and it hits one of the 5s this time, as it’s very likely to do, I’ll scream.”

Mr. Largo said, “I’ll make it easy for you not to look back,” and put his arm around her shoulders as he walked with her out of the gaming area into the hallways that led to the restaurants. There was only one open at this hour, an ice cream parlor called the Polar Bar. Taran still had several betting slips tucked into her bra (where she placed each one after she’d printed it out). But there would be time to redeem them after she had a refreshing ice cream sundae.

“We shouldn’t be seen together,” said Taran, as she extended her tongue to welcome the spoon with its dollop of ice cream.

“Why not?” said Mr. Largo. “A casino is like Rome, all roads lead to it.”

Taran smiled.

“I didn’t realize you were going to be staying the night here…and as long as you are…why should you bother with getting a room when I’ve already got one?”

Taran spooned another dollop of ice cream into her mouth.

“It’s a tempting offer…. I am rather tired.”

“Well, then.”

Tara put her spoon down, extended her forefinger and ran it round the interior of the sundae glass, scooping up the remaining ice cream and fudge. She lifted this to her mouth and pursed her mouth around it.

Mr. Largo licked his lips.

“Shall we go?” he said, a little hoarsely.

“Let’s go.”

They took the elevator up to the top floor of the hotel, and walked side by side down the hallway to Mr. Largo’s room. He swiped his keycard, and they walked into the room.

Largo had left the nightlight above the bed on, but the rest of the room was in darkness. As he reached out a hand to turn on the light, Taran Tula grasped his wrist. “No,” she said softly. “We have light enough.”

“Okay,” he said.

He moved further into the room, and she followed him. He turned around, and she came into his arms. He was six feet tall, she was only a couple of inches shorter than he was. Their lips met at just the right angle. He placed his hands on her waist, and she placed her hands on his waist, and they stood there for some minutes, kissing deeply. Taran stood so close to him that she could feel the bulge in his slacks growing bigger. This was one of the moment’s Taran liked best, that moment when a flaccid cock turned into a steel bar, thanks to her ministrations.

“I think it’s time we took it to the bed, don’t you,” she murmured.

She was wearing a one piece wrap around dress, not the kind of dress he liked, it was too easy to just pull from her collar and the whole dress would come apart. He would have preferred to have to undress her more, have her gradually experience the feeling of freedom as he removed her shirtwaist, then her bra, and finally her panties.

Meantime, she had reached down and unzipped his slacks. He stepped out of them and took off his shirt, and then they were on the bed together. She lay back against the pillows, inviting him to come to her…the low-wattage bulb above her head outlined her body like a black and white movie…

He climbed on top of her, inserted his cock into her waiting wetness, pressed his chest against her breasts, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She locked her ankles around his waist –she was flex-i-ble – and grasped his buttocks, pressing him closer into her.

He started thrusting his cock into her, as deeply as he could, as slowly as he could.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, with each slow insertion. “Slow and easy…”

He allowed her to set the pace with her hands, as the pressure of her hands on his buttocks told him how fast she wanted him to go. But his own pleasure was starting to build…he could feel it starting t happen..he began thrusting faster and deeper, faster, faster, and then suddenly he was there…he pressed himself deeply into her as the pleasure pumped through him, sending waves of pleasure through his thighs….

“Ahhhh….god,” he murmured…as the feeling subsided…

She smiled up at him, as he remained inside her, and they continued to kiss. He was young, he was strong, after a few minutes he began to thrust himself into her again….

“Oh, baby, she murmured, “Let me have it…”

So he did.