1. Your Night is Mine


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: bluest bell, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Fireworks burst in the night sky overhead and a menagerie of costumed men and women push past me on the crowded street. The inebriated celebrants shy away and let me pass when I glare them down with my practiced 'Do Not Fuck With Me' face. It takes quite a lot of practice to get it right when you're a five-foot-six woman. I scan the crowd and regain sight of you as you turn down a wide stairway and into an underground concourse. My lips can't help but curl up in a smile. Your night was mine the moment you decided to cheat in my casino. I may not own the glittering gaming halls of the Peixe Voador, but as a security consultant, it's part of my job to consider the casino's possessions my own. At least when a swindler tries to take them from me. It's lucky for you, in a way, that it was just me watching the camera feed at table fifteen when you palmed the dice and threw your own on a big bet. Your plan was obvious. Win one big bet and then fuck off into the impossible nighttime revelry of Carnival. Loaded dice get noticed quickly. With the press of a button I sent a silent alert to the table dealer to cycle the dice and play it cool. I was impressed by your balls, as you stayed put with your pile of chips, maybe to lose a few small bets to cover your ass. I zoomed the camera in. Your tight, juicy ass. You were dressed as any young man out for fun, a black shirt open down the front showing off your shaved, tan chest, and black pants. My plan for your evening formed quickly, ...
    and I felt a quiver between my legs. Just as I predicted, three losing bets later you made a pouty show of disappointment and slipped away from the table with your mountain of coins. I observed with mirth as you cashed out at the cage with your eyes darting around, betraying your guilt. Some might say to get you before you changed your chips, but I know that Peixe Voador chips are traded at near face value on the street, and besides, I had other plans. Slinging my nylon security messenger bag over my shoulder I let the casino staff know I was going to head out and handle a situation. Stepping out onto the crowded street I saw you smoothly mix in with the crowd, a fattened leather case hanging off one shoulder, but you made a mistake heading into that concourse. As I step down into the concrete throughway the sounds of the street quickly become muted and distant. Before me, the long underground concourse stretches forward, a fifty-foot wide concrete paving-stone path. The path is bisected by a line of columns, each about four feet in diameter, supporting the middle of the ceiling all the way down the concourse. The way is lined on the south side with boutique shops. The shops are closed at this hour, and the lights on that side of the path are shut off, with only a few logo displays and emergency exit signs still glowing. The north side is brightly lit for after-hours foot traffic. There are few people walking the concourse at the moment, however. Two aged women in bright and ...
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