The Gambler (Closed)

[wickedpen]

The place was full and loud, it being Saturday night. The riverboats coming faster and faster these days, bringing fame and fortune up and down the River not far away. Hidden down an old nearly lost alley, where the better folk of New Orleans would not be caught dead in, but often are alive and embarrassed, you can find "Lucky Louis'". A sign above the nondescript door identifies it as such, but you would never find it as the sign has not been cleaned in the hundred and fifty years since it was hung. There are few places in the world where as much living has happened as at Lucky Louis's. This is not the kind of living that is written about in books, even by the hardest drinking authors. This is the kind of place you need to know somebody to take you. A local secret and they liked it that way.

As has been the practice since Maude somehow came to be the caretaker of this establishment, she pronounces the night open for business in grand New Orleans style.

"I think New Orleans," Maude, the beautiful twenty five year old freed slave begins with a loud and smooth creole call to attention. "...is like the pussy of America." The crowd laughs, not out of embarrassment like the society folk might, but in common appreciation of her point of view.

"...where like a thick tight oyster from the bayou, or a woman from the bayou for that matter," she smiles and winks at a young man sitting nearby entranced by her being. She looks like a mourner from a funeral who has stripped to her garters and decided to give the eulogy.

"...you can put a spec of something in that gooey goodness, and see something magical happen." she says, then smiles when the crowd releases an audible desire to be part of that "magical happen(ing).

"...But of course my dears, it's all wet and hot in there, slippery and dangerous, especially if my pearl sniffing old man finds out." her voice obscenely hissing into the smokey humid hot air holding the flames light only until the next flicker. With her long bony finger drawn up to her lips, she hushes the crowd. She pulls an empty chair from the poker table in front of her, and straddles the back of it. Most eyes are on her chocolate toned thighs and calves spread wide on her black stocking covered toes like a dancer, with only her last, thinnest petticoat covering what they all want to see, men and working girls alike.

"But it's a gonna cost ya!" she bursts into laughter along with the room, having hypnotized the entire place into her sales pitch. She rises and lets her dress fall back into place over her graceful motion.

Maude's broad smile and natural sexuality light the room on fire as the piano player fills all in earshot with a lively melody. She is tall and thin, with dramatic features from a myriad of gene pools at the old Lature plantation. She has long straight black hair curled and piled on her head in the latest fashion from High street. Her nose and jaw favor the native blood more than the African, but her personality is all crazy old inbred bayou blue blood French Lature.

Beaming at her crowd she nods to the girls on the stairs to circulate and check the money before offering the merchandise. Bonny the bartender is a tall old Irishman with a well maintained handlebar mustache, before there were hand bars. He has been behind the bar since before anyone can remember. He pours her a Sherry in a delicate glass only she may use and puts it away before late night fights overturn the place and crush it's delicate thinness.

She took the small glass and drained the brown liquid before beginning her rounds to the regulars, the big spenders, and the stragglers who are usually lost or drunk, and will need to be removed. A nod to Big Tim, a mountain of a man who needs no weapons to keep Louis' peaceful. He is sure to dispose of any problem Maude has into the muck of the street unless it needs to go all the way to the bayou.

 

[Homerun2611]

Blackjack Rivers

I walked out of the door, a smile on my face, August 12th, 1874. It had been 13 years since I, John “Blackjack” Rivers, had set foot in the French Quarter, and only the news that money was waiting for me, induced my return. I had forgotten how ungodly hot and humid my old hometown was, the stench in the summer particularly pungent. My Daddy couldn’t be buried, no one could in the below seawater community, and he was long in a mausoleum slab before I even got word that he was dead and I had inheritance coming. I had stopped at my older brother’s cattle ranch thirty miles southeast of Kansas City, and he told me about Daddy, and the surprise something was being held of me in a safe deposit box in N'awlins, as locals called it.

The timing was perfect, I was running from trouble from the last mining town where I had set up business. Trouble being relative, I had won the sheriff’s job at the small rest stop town, five buildings, a hotel a blacksmith, a general store and a saloon/hotel in a poker game when the incumbent was shot for cheating. The town itself was a stop over for wagon trains and cowboys to spend the night while traveling east and west from St. Louis to Omaha and beyond. Poker, liquor, a decent meal or two and working girls sometimes made folks stay for a few days. Job security for me depended on being the quickest draw, best shot and the best cheat. For two years, I was, and then one night I wasn’t and it was time to leave.

I was shocked, I figured Daddy had long ago disowned me as a coward, I liked to think of myself as an opportunist, gambler at best, drifter at worst, gunfighter when necessary, but prudence suggested that was a poor choice for a long life’s work. When the Confederacy came looking for soldiers, those 13 years ago, I was 14 at the time. My brother had already fought for three years, volunteering at the beginning when we foolishly believed Southern Gentility and superior command would make short work of the conflict.

I had no dog in this fight and the fate of the confederacy was sealed when they came back looking for extras. Word came down that they would be at my father’s sugar plantation the day after next. So in the middle of the night, I took the “opportunity” to go try my luck in the west. Stealing one of our best horses, $20 in silver in my pocket. My first stop was Texas, but the skirmish with Mexico, encouraged me to pursue opportunities northerly. A brief career riding with the Pony Express got me playing dice and cards, drinking whiskey and the pleasure of smoking opium, and my favorite worldly possession, my dreamstick.

Ten years was spent, drifting and gambling from town to town until I wore out my welcome, beat the wrong guy or found someone better than me. So when my brother said there was something nice waiting in the Big Easy, and I walked out of the bank with $2000 in gold in my pocket, I decided I was home. Riverboats abounded, professional gambling held a lot more appeal than the wild west, and of course there was an abundance of entertainment. I had been at the tables on the Delta Queen riverboat all day, making money in the best way possible, winning the last hand of five card stud with trip jacks, a hand close to my namesake. I had played all day with the same two men, we had slowly and procedurally separated all new comers from their bankrolls.

I slapped Bill on the back, a portly man, barely five foot seven , pushing 300 bills and looked Winston in the eye, he was my size and build just ten years older. I was six foot two, 185 pounds of dashing gambler, jet black hair, silver blue eyes, chiseled features with a well trimmed mustache and goatee. Wide brimmed black hat with silver threaded decoration. Open collar white linen shirt, black pants and waist coat, black boots. I walked with a slight limp and the help of a cane from taking a bullet in the lower thigh at a game in Omaha. “So gentlemen, where can a man get a good drink and a naughty woman in this town?”

Twenty minutes later we were in Louis’s and I was watching the most delicious offering I had seen in many a month, welcoming me into her establishment. A hot wet pussy indeed! I tried to make eye contact, but failed. Soon the ladies were being put to work recruiting, so I put my hands around their shoulders, “Could someone introduce me to the madam please, right after you let me buy us all a drink?”

 

[wickedpen]

Having made the rounds and seeing fat Bill with a new, good looking fella I eyed Dolores, a statuesque blonde, about as dumb as a board but always ready to work. She met me at the table as fat bill took little notice, more interested in the cards and the whiskey than use.

"Hello stranger, I do not believe we have made acquaintances?" I said looking into his eyes.

"Oh we definitely have not." Dolores interjected and moved from my hip to behind the new fella.

"Now Dolores, the man may not want you rubbing those big titties all over his neck like that. He may be a married man?" I said with a rye smile knowing nobody in Lucky's was going to admit to being married.

Dolores was loyal and obedient as an old hunting dog and returned to my side as I put my arm around her waist.

Dolores and I could not be more different. She was born into gentry and fell from grace listening to the demons that dwelt in her perfect five foot eight body. She had "birthin' hips" as my granny used to call them. Most men around here referred to them as "fuckin' hips." Her bodice was tight around her until it just could not contain her abundant chest. She wore white, while I wore black. Together we had been called "salt and pepper" or "ebony and ivory", even "thunder and lightening" and for a mear hundred dollars in gold you could have use together for a few hours. That was a sum that had only been paid once and required careful negotiation.

"What's your pleasure stranger?" Dolores said with her upper class accent, but her pragmatic eye already catching a regular and in need of rent she was itching to make a few dollars tonight.

 

[Homerun2611]

Walking into Louis's from the minute I saw the barely distinguishable entrance, to the musky air, tobacco and cigar rich with what I believed to be a hint of opium, to the banjo playing and drum beats in the corner to a most colorful and joyful incarnation of minstrel music, I knew I was home. Little did I know I was in a place, and most definitely in the city that would be the birthplace of jazz. I assumed the musicians were freed slaves, but there was a soul and a texture to the music I know I liked and made you feel things down deep, that music did not normally do.

There was a hum of electricity in the air, quite literally the smell of lust and desire, whether it be focused on gambling, liqueur, women, possibly drugs or even, probably, boys, if you wanted? My guess was Louis had the vice you needed in any given evening, and other than the boys, my tastes and needs ran the spectrum. I walked into the place and instantly liked it and felt a special since of both invigoration and peace. I was not one to judge a man's vices, my attitude was rich appetites made life interesting, and one should never turn away from a table without at least tasting the meal.

It did not take the madam long to spot me, I hoped that meant I was welcome. Neither Bill or Winston were really yet friends, although over time they would serve a purpose, and I would find Winston and I shared similar tastes and appetites. I smiled briefly at the blonde, but tonight, and most nights my mouth watered for chocolate, whether it be milky and creamy, or dark and emboldened. To me, the most beautiful women I had seen were the women of many seasonings, like a fine stew, the nuances of multiple gene pools could deliver a most delicious and unforgettable concoction, sometimes sweet, sometimes savory, most always delicious.

"No, unfortunately I have not had the pleasure, for if I had, I would hope neither of us would soon forget it" I reached out and took her hand, her long fingers in mine, and palm down, bent and kissed her hand with a slight bow. "John Rivers at your service Madam, but friends call me Blackjack, and I do hope we will be friends?" I looked up and gave her a wink, she was stunning, exotic and I wanted her, but did not want to misstep. I had been too many such places, and the Madam was not always on the menu, although usually I was able to overcome such obstacles.

"I must say, never has a locale so enchanted me from my first step through its doors, may I be so bold as to request a personal tour, I would love to learn more about all the offerings you provide here, I hope to be a frequent and valued customer!" I took out a $5 gold piece, a small fortune at the time as drinks sold for a nickle or dime, "Gentlemen keep the drinks flowing, and let's make sure to introduce ourselves to the lovely ladies here, including sweet Dolores..." I took second gold coin and handed it to her personally, and she gave me a look that said for another I could go tie her up and have my choice of any entrance I chose on her Rubenesque body.

I looked over, "Maude I believe, correct? Maude, will you show me what you have here?"

 

[wickedpen]

Upstairs Tour

Seeing his money was off set by his accent and scuffed boots. I eyed the stranger with suspicion but he seemed comfortable spreading the wealth and that is the opening I often seek.

"Certainly 'black jack'" I said with a look up and down him, like he was the whore and I was the wealthy client. Dolores took her queue and gold and disappeared into the crowd of hard worn hands grabbing her and eyes hungry to be satiated.

I stepped to the man and slid her arm into the crook of his elbow.

"I imagine a man such as yourself is familiar enough with a saloon, shall we proceed upstairs?" my words were whispers of hot humid breath that somehow transitioned the six inches from my lips to his ear.

I stepped towards the stairs now emptied of the girls. A few of the regulars smiled with envy as this cock sure stranger with more money than the lot of them may be on his way to a private room with me.

There were few men who had told of nights with the proprietor of Lucky Louis' but those that had could barely put words together to explain even if I was an angle or demon, but their smile told volumes.

At the top of the stairs a drunk was being pushed out of a room by a beautiful black as coal woman who could have been eighteen or thirty, with a ripped dress and her chest exposed, she slugged the drunk in the jaw sending his tumbling past me and John who stepped aside to let him pass into a heap at the bottom of the stairs where Tim collected him and deposited him into the alley.

I looked at the woman who was more angry than shaken.

"He tore my best dress!" she said in disbelief.

I smiled at her, "Jasmine, I imagine black jack here will give you something for your trouble." as my eyes turned up to his with a smile that would melt any heart and stiffen any a dead man's cock.

 

[Homerun2611]

An Offer You Can’t Refuse…

I let her scan me up and down, I was far from the gentleman gambler, but in this age those were few and far between and mostly European. I was the American version, handsome and dashing, yes, refined, at times, elegant, never. I rode my horses hard and fast, my women similarly, the dust on my boots was an example of that, yet my shirt was white and crisp, dark pants similarly, and the majority of my clothes were already at Chinamen’s the small laundry and tailor that the bank had directed me to, down a back alley two blocks from them. Finally she accepted my offer, "Certainly 'black jack'"

I felt her take my arm, and as we turned to walk away I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “So, I take it I passed your evaluation, or is it still in progress?” He chuckled, the question rhetorical, I knew she was not one who could be trusting, he would need to earn that, and I was quite confident, even as charming or appealing as I might be or consider myself, impressing this woman or earning her romantic favor was likely pure folly. He did not expect to earn her affection, but he was more than willing to rent it, even at the prime real estate rents he was sure she commanded.

"I imagine a man such as yourself is familiar enough with a saloon, shall we proceed upstairs?" Again, she made him smile. “Well my stunning host, I have never dissuaded a beautiful women from her invitation to join her upstairs, and this will not be the first! However, I am interested in all the vices your facility enables, and I may even have a proposition for you soon, as to additional avenues we may want to explore together. But for now, yes, I would strongly prefer, pleasure before business, particularly when pleasure is your business.”

She guided me toward the stairs, and we ascended the winding, slightly creaking blak lacquered stairway, making a bend as we got to the catwalk overseeing the drinking and gambling below. From this bird’s eye view, I could see her operation playing out, and the players looked a bit like puppets, and her I was with the master marionettist. Suddenly a drunk fell out of a suddenly opened door, one of many on the long hall, most of them already omitting sounds of pleasure and pain.

I had seen many a drunk, it was the stunningly gorgeous dark ebony beauty who had tossed him out, that was highly and appealingly unique. The man was dismissed and handled, and I stood there enjoying the heaving bosom and view the torn dress provided. “Nice to meet you Jasmine, I hope I will get to show you a far better time than he. However, if a woman is to wear a torn gown, few could give it greater justice.”

Suddenly I felt Maude’s hands on my arm, with a voice, as smokey and sweet as the best southern barbecue, I heard her pitch, "Jasmine, I imagine black jack here will give you something for your trouble." I looked into Maude’s eyes, and damn they were captivating, this woman could probably get a eunuch to need to fuck her. Jack turned back to Jasmine, “I believe your boss here has misread me, I am a generous man, and I will pay for services and reward exceptional performance, but I am not a source of charity, just a consumer of exotic delights. Now…if you want to join us, or perhaps would like to fine me another time, I am sure, that I can make this moment, only a momentary annoyance on a much more lucrative journey….”

I grabbed both women and looked at one, then the other, “You may not find another man who is such an ardent admirer of women, particularly women of color and flavors, and you appear to have the most appealing variety of chocolates, I have ever seen. Are you women as talented as you are stunningly beautiful?”

 

[wickedpen]

I knew Tim would be up the stairs with surprising speed with this unprovoked grabbing, so I glanced down and he settled back onto the stool struggling to support his mass.

"Darling, I know you have not been to Lucky's before so I can forgive this momentary insanity but if you wish to continue with our conversation, you need to pay for the pleasure." I looked into his eyes as I felt him fall into mine and get lost in the strangeness of a woman, a freed slave no less telling him the way things worked.

Jasmine tried but could not contain her smile at the sight of a black woman telling a white man to stand the fuck down!

"Give my dear something for the pleasure of seeing her wonderful breasts." I said as I reached out and caresses Jasmine's breast rolling her soft nipple in my long fingers. I looked into her eyes and then leaned forward and kissed her. Not a peck nor a hot and bothered tongue lashing but a full on open mouth cuddle.

"So black jack what's it gonna be?" I said glancing at Tim to let him know I may need a rescue not knowing this scoundrels sensibilities.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Darling, I know you have not been to Lucky's before so I can forgive this momentary insanity but if you wish to continue with our conversation, you need to pay for the pleasure."

I looked at Maude with crooked brow, this was a bit new, and I thought I had seen it all. I had seen the beefy bouncer begin to get up, not sure if it was follow-up to the not so subtle dismissal of the drunk, or more likely I had crossed a line. But which one? I smoothly, but clearly removed my hands from the women. "Give my dear something for the pleasure of seeing her wonderful breasts."

“Here in the hall?” I smirked, “Of course I appreciate you have your own house rules, and I will gladly abide, but it is a different custom than what I am used to. Yet, when in Rome?" I flashed a pearly white smile.

I watched them kiss, my toes curled, and my cock applauded. "So black jack what's it gonna be?"

I pulled out a $10 gold piece and handed it to Jasmine. “I am hopeful, when in private you will explain the customs of your house, I wish to be welcome here often and will show my appreciation gladly.”

I had been escorted upstairs and shown a room, put on a bed, more often than a good pair of sheets will see in its lifetime. Each house had its own customs, and the range of offerings varied greatly. I fully understood how differentiated and special a woman like Jasmine, or even more so, Maude, was, but this payment to get in the room was new. Did they expect to conduct the entire transaction out here in the smoky air, or was discretion valued? I assumed the menu had a range of offerings, all houses did, everything from fried eggs and bacon, to rich and tasty angus. Clearly I was standing here with filet, and surf and turf might also be available, as I looked at both.

Sometimes the menu offered combo plates, and the more attractive the offerings, or more varied the seasonings so went the price. Typically a decent blow job was $1 or two, a fuck for $5, a half and half, another two bits, and the most exotic couplings, multiple women or men, the full night, name your delights, repeat as your endurance allowed, $75-100 which was more than a weeks pay for a young, successful businessman, two months or more for a cowpoke.

“Does that suffice for an opening? May we continue inside and converse more, I am more than interested in indulging further in the exchange with you extraordinary ladies?”

 

[wickedpen]

"Mr Jack, I am surprised a man like yourself would not want to chase the dragon upstairs, with us." Jasmine breathed into this rich hard cock, letting her bare chest fall freely into his arm.

I leaned into his other ear and sigh, "Darling, I think if you like it dark, you will rarely have an opportunity to have two strong black women service you with the dragon." my hand slides up against your full hard length. "You should let this tough guy stuff go though." My hand moves down and closes around your balls.

"Let me breath into you and let Jasmine suck it out." I punctuate with a squeeze then slowly slide my hand back up the full length, then lean back.

 

[Homerun2611]

Mr Jack, I am surprised a man like yourself would not want to chase the dragon upstairs, with us." I smiled, "You misunderstand my questions as disinterest, my mind races with possibilities, the journey epic...."

"Darling, I think if you like it dark, you will rarely have an opportunity to have two strong black women service you with the dragon....You should let this tough guy stuff go though." There was a word of warning, he wasn't sure why, he thought he was being quite polite, but he took heed.

"...that sound delicious, finer chocolate, these eyes have never enjoyed, I am overwhelmed in desire to taste..." I let my hands again, cradle one firm ass, then the other. At least for a while I was a rich man, I knew it was temporal, I had been rich before, would be again, but their would be cliffs and valleys in between. I releasd my hand from Maude and pulled out $100, and put it in front of her gorgeous full lips, she had to be the sexiest Madam, west of New York City.

"I think the dragon is breathing fire, may we begin our adventure?"

 

[wickedpen]

Jasmine quickly took the filthy money from my mouth, but we took it. I nodded down the balcony to a circular staircase rising to the 3rd level.

Walking behind him I sized him up. It had been a few weeks since we had a "special" as we called the caught big fish.

"The stairs were forged in England." I brag making small talk, as he steps onto the first, ducking his head before continuing. He did not need encouragement nor did Jasmine nearly on my hem.

"Back off child." I hiss back at her, claiming my right.

The door knob and the door are dark, ornate and the well crafted, not tarnished and bruised from a lifetime down below. Once inside a dark emerald velvet curtain must be pushed aside and then a large area opens. Several leather chaise are arranged at random with a big brass bed at the far end of the building long room. The wall held gaslight lanterns between covered windows. It was timelessness here as Jasmine stepped in and hung her dress on a white screen making the corner a little closet. Oriental rugs covered every inch of the wooden floor and black velvet covers the walls and ceiling which was up above ornate fans.

It was cool and the scent of incense and perfume and the unmistakable smell of opium were pushed around the room, which was surprisingly cool as the three of us stood in the room. I locked the door with a key that only appeared momentarily from the garter on my right thigh.

Jasmin walked over to the bar and turned a glass over asking "what would you like to drink, Jack?" Jasmine's hair cut short usually hidden under a wig but now her array of wigs was in the other room.

I turn and ask "would you be a dear?" as I pull my hair away from the clasp holding my dress on.

 

[Homerun2611]

I will be honest, in the darkness of the upstairs catwalk, when contrasted by the brighter lights of the bar and gaming tables, I had not seen the staircase at the far end. I was pleased to hear there might be an elegant and more private alternative, to the moans, banging and various x-rated verbal exchanges, emanating from nearly every room around us. I wondered how many girls Maude kept on staff? They all couldn't possibly be of the same quality as the Madam, Dolores or Jasmine. However, they were clearly good enough, and there were several. There was a buzz down below, laughing, drowning sorrow, music and fortunes or at least weekly wages being won and lost. I thrived on the energy of the place. Whether this was a heavy night or normal, Maude was making a killing here.

"England huh, that is a long way to go to purchase wood, but it is beautiful, but nothing compared to you ladies." Normally, a woman like Jasmine would have driven me crazy with desire, but there was so much more to Maude, I hoped to get to know her well enough to really hear her story, see if she enjoyed mine?

The third floor, at least where she took me, was a different world, dark, classy, with a strong flavor of impending debauchery and taboo treats. I watched as Jasmine shed her dress, her body was curvy but tight, a treacherous but gorgeous track that deserved a skilled rider to navigate. I winked at her, "I hope we aren't in a hurry, I like to go slow, unil I can't help but ride hard and fast!" These moments before engagement, were some of my favorites. Those first kisses, the unwrapping of gorgeous packages, savoring every ribbon and fold. Like good brandy, it should be inhaled....deeply....then a small sip swirled on the tongue, providing flavor to every taste bud, then and only then was it gulped to cherish the burn and the heady, giddiness of the powerful alcohol.

Jasmine was statuesque taking her spot behind the bar, "Whiskey straight, please...and thank you." I smelled the hint of opium, and felt my body settle and respond. I enjoyed the devil's treat, and had thoughts around its broader introduction here. Maude turned and availed her neck, presenting the key to begin revealing her treasures. My lips found her neck, as I inhaled her perfume and tasted a bit of the salt that was ever present in the hot, humid conditions of New Orleans in the summer.

I undid her dress, teasingly slow. I wanted them to understand, I was not here for some quick fuck, I savored and enjoyed women, and hoped they were the types who liked to partake in such lengthy and ultimately extraordinarily satisfying escapades. As I kissed down her neck and shoulders, I whispered honestly, "You just may be the most beautiful woman I have ever met...I love your place...and I hope I can be a frequent visitor." With that I slid her gown from her shoulders and assisted it as it puddled to the floor...

 

[wickedpen]

His mouth on my neck was a welcome sensation and my dress falling to the floor also felt good as Jasmine brought Jack his drink. He took it and I began undressing him. I started with his belt as he enjoyed the whiskey and watched me. I dropped everything and was soon palm to head with his "three weeks on the trail" hard on.

"OH my Jack, you do need some." Jasmine said now spread on a lounge as she held a long black pipe with a white mother of pearl inlaid dragon. She blew the smoke into the air and then put the pipe on the table and came slowly, carefully towards us.

Stroking his hard cock I knew Jasmine was in for some excitement. I stroked him as we both watch Jasmine come to get him, or it, unclear in her state but I released him as she took possession.

"Come let me..." she sighed heading back to the couch with him in tow.

 

[Homerun2611]

I wanted the pipe, almost as much as the woman, as the poppy is a demanding mistress...ALMOST

Such ebony beauty so wantonly now on display was almost obscene, my mouth ran wet as saliva watered and hungered for a taste of her, or her, or her

My cock felt good in her hand, almost too good, the contrast of her dark fingers, vivid red nails, and my long, thick ivory cock both gorgeous and stark

Jazmine was like a panther, sleek graceful feline and dangerous, her eyes cast down, stalking her prey as my desire ached in Maude's talented and experienced hand

She was being gripped by the power of the dragon...I had ridden women in this state before, and I longed for the journey...

Maude handed me to Jasmine who took the large throbbing baton for her leg of the relay, I was willingly led

I saw Maude picking up the pipe, "Mmmm, yes, do not forget the dragon....and please don't delay in joining us...I want to dine and bathe in nothing but chocolate and the sweet pink centers"

 

[wickedpen]

I would enjoy my ebony pipe after the ivory pipe was satisfied. I put more opium into the pipe as Jasmine finshed undressing Jack and laid him back on the couch. She had to gently fight off his active hands full of desire and her body.

"Easy tiger, you will not leave he wanting for anything." Jasmine's voice was like a cool breeze off the river after a hot day in the fields. She knelt next to the couch next to his hip as I brought the black pipe to Jack's lips.

"Just a taste." I warned him as I brought the flame opposite his lips now wrapped around the shaft. As the black tar sizzled and Jack inhaled the precious blue smoke Jasmine began to kiss his shaft. I watched her as he took more than I had hoped but she was something.

"OK. OK. black jack we want you conscious." I said pulling away the pipe as his hand fell to his sides and Jasmine began taking him into her mouth. He watched her with a look that was unbelievably blank as the sound of Jasmine's wet lips sucked and popped as her hands held the cock in place for herself. She was nearly down his full length as his hand slid up my thigh to my hip and his eyes slowly rose to me.

"Are you hungry Jack?" I asked raising my bare foot to the couch and opening my thighs for him to see my wet lips excited with the scene. "Do you want a taste of this?" I asked reached down my legs then slowly bringing my hands up and over my black hairy mound.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was going to enjoy the ride, and as I looked down at her pussy, which was shaven clean, a most unusual sight for the time, I found myself licking my lips and absent mindedly fondling my cock in appreciation. As Jasmine turned and I first felt her hands on th buttons of my shirt, her lips on my skin, small kisses and then the distinct biting of my nipples, I expected this night was going to be of untold pleasure, accented by just the right dose of pain. By the time she dropped my hands to my belt, walking down my trousers, and fondling my veiny, nine inch thick, throbbing and uncircumsized cock, now aching in anticipation and desire! She laid me back, my spear up and ready for engagement, you could know my heart rate by the quick twitching of my vertical, ivory phallus.

I smiled, at her warning as I pawed at the black beauty. "Apologies, I have been many weeks on the trail, and some times a starving man cannot avoid eating with frenzy at first opportunity, particularly when the offering so wets his normal appetites but it is well taken and I need to enjoy and take my time." I tried to rest back, be a sultan serviced by the harum.

I moaned watching Jasmine kneel before me to the side, suddnly Maude was thier and I chased the dragon, perhaps a bit too strong, but remember a starving man, and this was far from my first hit. Then there it was, my old friend, the world slowed, and everything euphoric. "Ahh, thank you...yet again it has been too long." I felt my heart slow, and I was now in the moment, Zen does menage a trois. "OK. OK. black jack we want you conscious." I laughed, probably a garbled laugh as I got my sealegs riding the wave. "Oh I am sexy lady, I could not fl more alive."

I liked sex in this state, everything slowed, my cock able to last an perform. I was paying a pretty penny for entrance into Maude's amusement park, I wanted to enjoy every ride. "Do you want a taste of this?" My eyes stared, as she put her leg up, and unveiled the view every man downstairs had fantasized. She was ripe and bushy, tight, kinky curls, barely disclosing the entrance to paradise.

I love women of color for many reasons, their earthiness, their strength, the athleticism and seens of humor that tends to pervade thier race, and this. There is no more spectacular site, than the spreading of an ebony woman's legs, and the stark contrast of the hot pink need it exposes. "Oh Fuck YES! You said New Orleans is like a pussy, i want to enjoy the finest it has to offer!"

I let out a moan as Jasmine's talented mouth worked my shaft, but I took my hands and spread her lips wide, and then I ducked under, expressly wanting to enjoy and tease her taint. Not many white men will eat a creole girl's ass. My appetite knew no such constraints, and so I started there, worked it and teased it, even rimming slightly, and then I slid up, she tasted good. The dragon can dry your mouth, Maude's nectar made sure mine stayed well lubricated!

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh Yes!" I bellowed as his mouth took to my flesh. The sound was deadened by the wall coverings but i said it again, and again, as I rolled my hips forward and back over his hungry mouth. He was wonderful but I was not ready and slithered away as Jasmine followed licking my juices from his lips as she guided his big white cock into place and then moved back down onto his upthrust hips.

He watched her hands massage her chest as her narrow hips began to grind.

"It is a big dick Mrs." Jasmine sighed clearly enjoying her work.

"Not too big I hope?" I asked.

"Ohhhh No, mam." she quickly responded before fading back into heavy breathing and periodic cries.

I walked slowly to the bar as I knew Jack watched me. His stoned eyes shown his true soul and the devil was in this one.

I poured myself a sherry and turned and watched, met immediately by his eyes.

"Is that a good dick Jasmine?" I asked between sips as she was well ahead of working girl rhythm and was chasing her own need.

"Yes mam." she hissed almost annoyed to be interrupted in her moment with it.

I drained the glass as my eyes returned to his.

 

[Homerun2611]

“I love the smell of napalm in the morning” that would be the famous quote from Apocalypse Now, well I loved the smell of wet cunt at night. Well, okay any time. But as Maude rode my face, and moments later when I felt and smelled Jasmine sloshing up and down on my big, thick pole, that feeling was never more intense or the scent more vivid. The musk of woman, you either love it or don’t I DID!

Her taste was delicious and the initial moans and sounds suggested I was hitting her mark, but then she slid off, and swayed away, and I felt a sense of inadequacy in something I considered a specialty. “I hope I didn’t disappoint for I was and still am, hungry! I can only hope you saw a ride you thought you might enjoy even more!”

If my ego was bruised, it was soon resoundly repuffed. I saw the look in Jasmine’s eyes, I had seen it in other whores, even for women who took cock for a living, sometimes a hanful or more per day, I was special. Particularly for horses that might have too often been ridden hard, and put away not so wet, I reminded them why they should still be thankful they had a pussy, and the joy the right cock could provide.

"It is a big dick Mrs."

"Not too big I hope?"

"Ohhhh No, mam."

My eyes were constantly glancing over at Maude, it sounded like a ringing endorsement to me, and I hope her thighs were growing slick with the thoughts of her own turn. But the lady wasn’t easily sold.

"Is that a good dick Jasmine?"

"Yes mam."

I was smiling at Maude, she knew how badly I wanted her, I wondered how many men she had used this little ploy of bad girl….badder girl! To drain their last dollar.

Jasmine was good, gorgeous girl, talented cunt. That was one more thing, why I liked these girls. Most of them had seen the fields, or some type of prior hard labor, they had stomach muscles you could bounce quarters off of, and those strong core muscles the could do wonders when wanting to work a cock.

“Mmmm, Miss Maude, you have a talented girl here, but you are interrupting an artist, that sweet cunny has got ahold of my snake right good, and mmm, boy, she is trying to milk his venom. But this old snake, he is a performer, he knows he has to save his sting…so ride me Jasmine, see how deep you can bury this snake, how hard you can choke him”

I watched her bounce, she was half delirious, and I wanted to make her cum, she deserved it, and would be glorious. I had tricks though of my own. Even as hard as I thrusted, drove my legs up, I clenched my ass and held. The great huntress was watching me , watching my serpent…and when I was slain, I wanted to be slain by her…that was if…”Damn, damn…girl…you are really fucking good!” And a really good fuck!

 

[wickedpen]

Jasmine was good and I knew it. She would easily keep him entertained as long as I needed her to. She could squeeze a dick like his so tight it wouldn't be able to release no matter what.

"Keep him happy Jasmine." I sighed and then walked behind the couch and out of Jack's vision.

"OH Jack! You are... so... big..." Jasmine hissed as she worked herself into a frothy frenzy.

"Gonna give me all that sweet cum baby?" she asked looking down on the man. His hands were rough on her moist skin as a shine of sweat formed. "Jasmin's sweet pussy feel good?" her groan of the "oo" in good sent a throbbing through her she thought might have been it.

I slipped a black silk noose around Jacks.left hand and pulled it back as Jasmine took the other end and had his right hand lasso as well. I pulled back as Jasmin's hands slid up his hard torso until she was holding his thick neck and her face was a couple inches from him. I tied off the rope and moved to his feet. The opium had slowed him sufficiently and with Jasmine impaled on his cock, I was able to secure his legs.

Jasmine slowly slid up and down his shaft. Way too slow to induce orgasm in him, but for her...

She shuddered as she clutched her small breasts having pushed herself up but onto his full length. Her hips gyrated and body shook like a witch doctor entranced. The whites of her eyes flashed as they rolled back and Jack felt her body pulsate up and down his shaft, like a snake was feeding on him. Her abs rippled as she worked him against her inner demons.

Jasmine whaled with pleasure, although., had you heard it in the street you might have thought she was being gutted. I watched my accomplice enjoyed a sizable orgasm on Black Jack, and then slowly, rose off him and fell onto a nearby couch.

"Woo hoo cowboy! That is a fine cock you got there.:" Jasmine cooed from the plush purple velvet.

I stepped next to where Jack was pulled tight with his hands over his head and his feet opposite. I looked at him from head to toe.

"Now what should we do with you?" I sighed as I squatted and ran one hand up my thigh to my wet thick black bush and the other took the pink monster, swabbed in Jasmine's musky cum. "What should we do with you..." I sighed as my hand firmly gripped him, and slowly stroked up and down.

"Fuck him Maude. It's good." Jasmine said excitedly as she picked up an ornate fan and snapped it open and began cooling her reptilian like body. Not an ounce of fat on her, save her small but appropriate breasts. Muscle toned under a masters whip, a harsh Mississippi sun and a lifetime of hard work now lived a life of independence and freedom only a mind like Maude's was able to provide. A mind and body Jasmine was well versed in.

"We will get to that." I said as I raised my fingers from my crotch and painted his lips, then took my hand from his cock and licked my palm clean before picking up the pipe and flame. I smiled at Jack's hunger and anger and desire as he tried to free himself. I shudder to think what he wanted to do to me at that moment, but stood confident in my knots and ropes.

I stepped to Jasmine as she laid back and guided the long black pipe to her lips. I watched her inhale as I burned the pitch black drug sending a cloud of pleasure into her lungs. She laid still as stone as every cell relaxed and her mind left this world of butchers and liars.

I leaned over and kissed her nipple, soft and wet from her work on Jack, before standing and facing my client.

"So Jack, how do you like your experience so far?" I asked putting the pipe back in it's ornate holder and extinguished the flame. "We will get back to that later, but I think you have more pressing matters..." I said as my eyes dropped from his to his throbbing cock.

 

[Homerun2611]

Few if any things a woman can do or say, so delight a man than the clear appreciation and worship of his cock, and Jasmine lavishly praised both my manhood’s form and function. "OH Jack! You are... so... big..." Jasmine hissed as she worked herself into a frothy frenzy....Gonna give me all that sweet cum baby?" It was so good, I felt so fucking good, but...yet....

“Oh yeah, baby girl you’ve got one sweet and tight little cunny, and you surely know how to choke that snake!” It was true, she was nice and tight, especially for a working girl no less. I probably should have already fed her kitty all the sweet cream she had so dutifully worked to extract. But she was facing two challenges, one was the effect of the dragon on a man’s staying power. The second was the knowledge and power of the man himself.

I was an experienced consumer of whores, everything from two bit suck you off in the back room behind the saloon, to high end girls, Asians, French, with skills and knowledge. Maybe it was a year ago, I had ventured into a high end bordello in San Francisco. With $500 in hard earned winnings in my pocket, Madame Cleo’s was well known to have the finest girls, exotic treats from all over the globe. I had plunked down $200 and requested the finest the rubenesque madam had to offer

I was led to a fine parlor, hardwood floors, oriental rugs, the furniture expensive and ornate. In she led the ladies, most were dressed in fine French lingerie and perfect makeup, all exquisite, blondes, brunettes and redheads, Indian, African, Mexican, French and domestic, and last came the Asian Goddess, dressed in a spectacular red, silk kimono, her long silk like black hair d0wn below her waist, her painted nails were two inches, every movement and look of the woman oozed sensuality. I was asked to produce my cock for examination, two waif like creatures begged off. Self selection was fine with me, as I was not looking for a timid evening.

The Asian, ironically also named Jasmine, stepped forward and I watched with surprise as the others deferred. The Queen was clearly expressing her well earned right to take claim she kneeled in front of me, and I felt those nails lift and lightly scratch my testacles. She would spend the night deftly teetering on the precipice of pleasure and pain, the impact poignant. “There is no choice cowboy, your tool deserves a master, and the lesson I will teach you is priceless."

The show was over, Coffee is for closers! She was mine, or more rightly, I was hers. The next 6 hours, that’s right, six hours was spent teaching me the tantric difference between orgasm and ejaculation. Repeatedly she edged me, took me over, and then taught me control. Sex would never be the same. “Any woman can make a cock cum, I will make you orgasm many times and ultimately release your whole body!” And she did.

So now here, as young Jasmine, worked her gorgeous, panther body, gripped and grinded her hot pink slit, I came, more than once, she was wonderful, and I loved. how her climax drenched me. She was a protege of exceptional ability and promise, but my time to feed her would have to wait, I loved that she came and came hard, but I had my sights on only one target, the hint of neon pink in the dark bush Maude had just fingered and tasted. Only that cunt would drink my offering.

I was a caged lion, and she taunted, played, a show as obscene as it was. Spectacularly gorgeous. I loved it, every tantalizing second. As much as the heroine tried to hold me back, my adrenaline laced testosterone, drove me forward. “ Are we getting to that Maude, young Jasmine has prepared me like no other, yet somehow I am not spent, only more ready to service the madam!”

I watched Maude feed Jasmine the pipe, a mentor’s reward for exceptional demonstration of skill. "So Jack, how do you like your experience so far?" I smiled, my mind was only half still here in this room, my body wavering between euphoria and unconsciousness , I am sure my speech slurred, but my cock was hard and ready. "It may just be my favorite house of pleasure ever, and that my ebony goddess, is saying something."

I eased back and arched my back, watched her place the pipe in its holder, "We will get back to that later, but I think you have more pressing matters..." she eyed the monster roaring between my legs, "I have ridden the dragon, I see you delay, but the serpent roars and demands his maiden, don't you see his glistening head, his jaws, ride him, give me no quarter, he seeks a home, bring me home!"

 

[wickedpen]

I feared my client was a bit sleepy, interested but perhaps I had misjudged the dosage. I reached for a black lacquer box small enough to fit in my hand. I opened it and took out a small silver spoon full of white powder.

"I think you might need a pick me up" I said as I leaned over Jack and let my breasts rest on his chest. "A man said he got this in Peru." I explained before lifting the spoon to my nose and inhaling the white power. The rush was incredible, like coffee but so, so much better.

My eyes were glassy as my heart reacted to the drug and I felt my body race with excitement. I ran the spoon through the powder and brought it to Jack's nose. Jack being Jack looked suspiciously at the spoon, then at me.

"Sniff it Jack. I wouldn't want you drifting off." I said in my most breathless tone as my body, newly invigorated ached for Jack's man sized cock.

 

[Homerun2611]

As soon as she raised the small spoon, I recognized the substance. It was the extract of the cocoa leaf, a powerful stimulant that I had enjoyed, a few times. It was a quick but short lived high, snorted it might last 30 minutes, a small bit on the tongue, prolonged the effect, smoked, it was fast and gone. However, I knew the potentially lethal but extreme sensation when combining with the dragon, but I was of strong heart and constitution, and she was right to really enjoy this moment, I needed that rush!

I was disappointed at her seeming indifference to my prior performance, perhaps I was mistaken so easily dismissing Jasmine, nor any clear hunger or desire to indulge and enjoy the throbbing cock before her. I was giving her some of my best, had I slipped, or was her tepid response all part of the act, 'leave them wanting more'?

I brought my pinky to the spoon, and dusted the tip, bringing it to my lips and tongue, it was powerful, the hit instantaneous, "Your gentleman from Peru gave you quality..." I looked down at my needy phallus, "...I hope I do the same." I took her hand, and leaned in to snort the remaining contents. I felt the rush, the bugle had sounded and the fox and hounds were off with fury!

"Put a small taste on my cock...it will stay harder longer, and you will maintain that high....you do like a long, hard fuck, don't you Maude?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Color me impressed." I said with his suggestion of a little where it counts. I but down the box but held the spoon turned down towards Jack's more interesting organs.

"You are a man of experiences Jack." I said taking his hard cock in my free hand and stroking it. I could feel his need sure enough but also the dampening of the dragon. Working him to full attention Jasmine groaned watching me play whim like the piano or the crowd downstairs.

With Jack still tied to the couch I rose and straddled his thighs and brought my mound up so I could rub his cock against my thick black bush.

I held his cock up and the small silver spoon over it's head.

"Are you sure young man?" I said knowing there were no words that could stop me from this happening. I winked at his handsome face as the powder sifted down and my hand worked it into his moist skin. I lifted my hips and leaned over him to put the spoon on the table with agonizing slowness. My tits hung inches from his face as his cock was under me.

"How much do you want to feel it inside me Jack? How badly do you want me to make you cum?" I breathed obscenely into his face then reached under myself and raised his post to it's hole. I could feel the added sensation of the powder on lips but resisted as long as I could.

"How much Jack?" I mercilessly asked as he thrashed and thrust trying to satisfy the beast I had conjured within.

"OH yes Jack I am a witch." I said my hands now twisting his nipples as I moved in perfect unison keeping him against me, but no deeper. "I have everything you want, everything you need in this room, in this body." I said leaning back and bringing my hands to my own nipples and rolling them for his visual pleasure.

 

[Homerun2611]

I smiled at her reaction, and also appreciated her pace. This was not a quick fuck, clean the sheets and get the next paying customer. I had paid for a night, and Maude seemed intent on giving me just that. The fact she had introduced opium was intriguing, and created options. She had me contemplating partnerships, beyond simply filling the inviting valley, between her magnificent thighs.

"You are a man of experiences Jack." My eyes danced, "As are you a lady, isn't that what makes this so intriguing? NO need to pander to the inexperience of the other, we can simply partake in the hedonistic pleasure of a prolonged and intense fuck, be selfish, knowing the other will do nothing but complement and enhance our own wants!"

It is not easy to sweet talk or impress a great whore, they have had many cocks, and heard every line. Yet Jack tried, his soul goal to be remembered, light that one particular mighty redwood, in the vastness of Muir Woods, 258 feet high, the grand daddy, all others would be measured against. The one if you only had one more climb in you, would be the one you scaled.

"Are you sure young man?" I licked my lips at her warning, "I am a gambler and a gun fighter, I will not live long, in many ways I am old already, all I ask is I die in the saddle, riding hard, ideally not knowing it is coming...yes, I'm sure."

She teased and I throbbed, like a man destined to live in purgatory, watching as the pearly gates were opened, yet denied admittance. "How much do you want to feel it inside me Jack? How badly do you want me to make you cum?...How much Jack?" I lurched my body forward, a thoroughbred at the derby, crashing into the gates, needing to be released, already at full lather...I could only moan, no growl, "Let me show you!"

She was so good, how many times had he danced similar dances, yet, tonight it was so different, so much better, as he was in the ballroom of a master! "OH yes Jack I am a witch...I have everything you want, everything you need in this room, in this body."

I almost hissed as I spoke, a cobra in its purest form. "Pain to accent the pleasure right? Squeezed that nipple hard enough to bring tears, squeezed that snake hard enough to make him gasp....I am hear with you...because I crave the dark arts...both of you...but particularly you Maude....I want to feel that magic inside of you...you have my wand....creole women are the best the most sensual and erotic on the globe...and you dark sorceress...I want it nasty...don't you? A cock like mine walks in here what, once, twice per year? And then, how many men know how to let the woman fully engage their beast...you feel its heartbeat in your hand...don't you mistress....do I truly hunger for you that much more than you do me? Take me to hell Maude....let me feel heaven....just fuck, don't stop until we are sated!"

 

[wickedpen]

As he arched under me I somehow resisted dropping down his shaft, until I couldn't any longer. Oh did he fill me as my weight brought him down onto the couch. I paused eyes shut, grinding on his wonderful cock.

"oh Jack" i sighed loudly before rocking forward nearly off of him before impaling myself again. My body reacted to him and flooded my already drenched folds as I used his manhood again and again. My hands on his chest as it heaved feeding oxygen to his blood, pumping madly into his rock hard body.

"Ohhh Jack" I groaned as my body surged feeling him, so big inside me. Throbbing with the desire we had conjured within him. "How does this whore fuck?" I hissed crazed with lust as the powder added fuel to the fire burning within me.

After ten minutes of our bodies pounding I had to slow things down. I sensed Jack was close and I was not ready to let his desire dissipate so soon. I rubbed my aching breasts as I looked down on him gyrating on him.

"Tell me Jack, has this been worth it yet? Should I let you finished inside me now?" I asked both wanting to give him the pleasure he had given me and my associate now watching intently from the couch across the room with her hand between her legs. We both looked over at her and smiled.

My skin was shining with sweat as my muscles tight with the work continued like a snaked gliding down a tree. I fell forward and bit his earlobe and hissed, "or should I stop and untie you?"