Pam&Zach Having a Ball at Bally’s

The continuing true sexploits of Pam, Zach and sometimes Krystal. True events with added artistic flourishes for literary effect. All participants are over the age of 21.

Having a Ball at Bally's....

Krystal had been spending a ton of her off time at the gym the last few months, preparing to take part in an upcoming bodybuilding contest to be held at Bally's Hotel and Casino Resort in Atlantic City. We, of course, planned to ride down and watch her compete. Because Zach had just won $500 from his Fantasy Baseball League, we decided to splurge on a nice room and spent the night after the contest having a nice dinner and roaming the casino floor. Krystal's room was comped because she was one of the competitors and she had to head down a couple of days before the event to take part in promotional activities.

On the drive down Saturday afternoon, I informed Zach that Krystal had finally met a guy over the last couple of weeks and that she was really attracted to him. She said she'd probably be seeing the two of us a little less often, which I completely understood. I could see, however, somewhat of a less understanding reaction in Zach's face when I informed him.

"Does that mean we won't, you know..."

"Not at all," I interrupted. "Although she's thrilled about the guy, she knows it's extremely early in the relationship. She said she still wants to be a part of our little thrupple. It just may be longer between when that happens, that's all."

Zach's face did that bottom lip pout he does when he's not completely happy. In an attempt to bring him back to being excited for the night ahead, I slipped out of the shoulder portion of my seatbelt, leaving my waist still restrained, leaned over and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his zipper down. Then I pouted when I found out he was wearing underwear.

"Of all the days you decide to not go commando," I joked as I fumbled with the button on his boxer's fly.

"Well, if I had known," he replied, smiling.

"You should know by now that whenever you're with me, it's a possibility," I quipped.

I took his rapidly hardening dick out and began to amuse myself with it. I wasn't gonna give him an orgasm. I was saving that for much later. I just wanted to make him feel good and keep smiling.

"Don't expect to cum. At least not now. I'm gonna tease you all day so you'll want to so badly tonight I'll get whatever I want."

That said, I just used my fingers to rub and brush against it and occasionally gave it a little squeeze now and then, in rhythm with the beat of the music on the radio. In under ten miles, I had him leaking a little pre-cum which I playfully swiped up with my finger and painted both our lips. It was a fun ride.

We met Krystal backstage about two hours before she was due to compete so I could help with her hair and makeup and also to oil her up. In bodybuilding contests, the shininess of the oil makes the definition of the muscles really pop. She had on the tiniest of bikinis. Really just three small black satin triangles attached with what could have been dental floss, it was so thin. Her hair was nicely pulled up so as to not hide any of her neck and shoulder muscles. She looked fantastically fuckable. But then again, she always does. We left her so she had time to run through her posing routine one more time. We found seats in the middle of the venue about ten rows back and settled in.

Fortunately, the women competed first. There were fifteen entrants. Each with a distinct body structure and posing routine. Some were hugely developed while others were more lean and slender. Some with so little body fat that they barely had breasts. Krystal fell somewhat in between. She was not the tallest nor the shortest and her build, while impressive, was quite competitive. And she definitely had tits. Each contestant's music varied, ranging from mellow blues to soft classic rock to pulsating heavy metal. Being a subjective contest, places are decided by a panel of judges with backgrounds in both bodybuilding and fitness. We didn't stick around for the men's competition. But we had seen them backstage and God, were they huge!

Krystal ended up finishing out of the top five, but considering that it was her first attempt and others have been at it for years, she did okay. She looked spectacular up on the stage. We met her backstage afterwards, asking if she wanted to join us for dinner. She graciously declined because she had to shower first and then she was going to join all the competitors at a party thrown for just them and contest staff. We understood and congratulated her again on her performance.

We had dressed up for the occasion. Zach was wearing a nice pair of grey dress slacks and a black long sleeve shirt while I was wearing my white version of the "little black dress". Calling it a dress might be an overstatement. It's basically a glorified slip. But in it I felt extremely sexy. I loved the way it clung to my body, especially around my hips and rear end and how it announced that I wasn't wearing a bra because my nipples were quite evident and pronounced.

We had made reservations at Park Place Prime, an upscale dining room inside the casino. It was a little after 9PM when we sat down to eat. Zach treated himself to prime rib while I had the Chilean sea bass. And of course I had my hands fooling around under the table. Rubbing Zach's crotch until he had a full erection, I managed to get his zipper down allowing access to his tight silky thong. I kept playing until a wet spot appeared.

Zach had his fun as well. I spread my legs to grant him easy passage to my silk covered pussy. He even was so bold as to pinch my nipples making them even more protruding. We were both enjoying ourselves immensely. Who wouldn't? We had great food, fun conversation and playfully got each other aroused.

After dinner we prowled the casino floor, taking in the atmosphere and sipping on complimentary free drinks. We must have looked like big spenders. On the contrary, neither of us are gamblers, per say. Sure, Zach takes part in Fantasy Baseball and Football Leagues, but that's not gambling. The most I do is occasionally buy a MegaMillion or PowerBall ticket when the payoff reaches over $500 million.

Allowing ourselves $50 each to lose, we tried our hands at roulette, craps and the slots, surprisingly winning almost $100 between us. Zach wanted to try his hand at blackjack, so we figured "What the Hell". He took the last open seat at a low dollar table with me, his arm candy, standing behind him, just like in a James Bond movie. With close to $200 to play with, we thought we'd be there awhile. I was so confident that I whispered in his ear as my fingers grazed his nipple, "If you can turn that into $400, I'll let you take me to the nearest restroom, sit me on the counter and fuck me silly."

Twenty minutes later we were walking away empty handed. Shows how much we know about playing casino blackjack. At least we had a few laughs. By then it was almost 1AM, so we took the elevator up to our room on the 40th floor.

The room was luxurious with pastel colors, fine fabrics, atmospheric lighting and plush carpeting with a California King bed with silk sheets, a hot tub and huge shower all with a fantastic view. We hadn't had a chance to absorb it all when we had checked in, having to quickly change our clothes and get down to assist Krystal. Now that it was dark outside the decor and ambiance really impressed.

As Zach walked around the room checking it all out, I caught his attention. Enticingly. I slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders so it fell to the floor and stepped out of it leaving me in just my barely-there white silk thong. The one that's like a jock strap that covers just my pussy and leaves my ass totally exposed. Turning my ass towards him and drawing my hand over it as sexually as possible, I looked back and seductively said,

"I'm gonna freshen up and take a quick shower. Maybe I'll even used the hand wand on my pussy. You know. To get myself ready, so don't go anywhere."

"Go ahead, Babe. I wouldn't dare. I'm just gonna kick back and take all this in. You know, everything that we could never truly afford to own," he laughed.

Walking out after the shower wearing just the ultra-plush robe the hotel provided, unfastened and open in the front, l found him with his shirt tail out and barefoot, standing and looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the lights of the city and the still lit up rooms of the other hotels nearby. I came up behind him, pressing myself against his back. I slid my hands under his shirt till my fingers found his nipples. As I began rubbing them, I whispered in his ear,

"Undo the buttons." Zach, of course, complied. Only a fool wouldn't.

Now, with less restriction, I was able to move my hands so that I could pinch and pull on them. Zach's moans told me he approved. Kissing him softly on the neck, I continued my teasing until they were elongated and hard. When I raised my fingers to his mouth, Zach immediately sucked on them, knowing I wanted his saliva as lubrication so as not to chafe them.

"Good boy," I complimented.

Watching over his shoulder, I saw Zach move his right hand down to his crotch, using his palm to rub the erection that was bulging in his pants.

"Unbuckle your belt and pull your zipper down," I instructed.

Before doing so, he changed from using just his palm to using his entire hand as he continued pressing on his bulge.

"It'll feel so much better, you know, if you do as I ask," I cooed.

Zach proceeded, yanking on his belt to unhook the buckle, undoing the button at the waist and pulling the zipper all the way down. Reaching down and taking hold of the buckle, I quickly pulled the slim belt free of the loops with one swift tug and dropped it to the floor before returning my fingers to his nipple.

"Go ahead, touch yourself again."

I watched in the reflection of the window as Zach went back to rubbing his cock over his grey silky thong underwear. I looked out, hoping someone was watching us from their hotel window.

We had reached the point where Zach had to steady himself, leaning forward and using his free hand to brace against the glass. I wasn't positive, but I thought I saw a wet spot on the front of his thong.

"I think it's time you drop your pants to the floor. But keep the undies on," I prodded.

He stood up straight and shimmied his pants over his hips and let them drop. Then he kicked them free. But before he could return to massaging his cock and bracing himself, I told him,

"Thank you. Now I want to take your shirt off, so stay like you are." I reached down and undid the buttons on the sleeves before pulling it off his shoulders and arms, tossing the shirt aside. Then I let the robe slip off of me and I tossed it as well, pressing my now naked body up against him.

"Please continue," I coaxed.

Zach wrapped his hand partially around his cock, limited because of the thong, and began stroking.

"Can I take these off?"

"Not yet Hon. Just take the tip of your dick out," I responded.

He fumbled at first because he was over anxious, but finally exposed the now glistening tip above the waistband. Not waiting for me to say anything, he spread what he was leaking with his thumb before moving his fingers to both side of his cock and rubbing them up and down.

"Take your time. Please don't cum. I have other things I want to do to you."

Pushing my perked up nipples against his now bare back, I slowly went down to my knees. I began by kissing and licking his butt cheeks as I pulled on the waistband, putting further pressure on his cock tip, causing Zach to return to bracing himself against the window. Then I pulled the slim thong strap aside and ran my tongue up and down the crack of his ass.

"Spread your feet apart."

Zach took a wider stance allowing me to reach under and fondle his balls through the thong while I continued licking his crack, causing his knees to buckle just a bit. I paused.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm good. Please don't stop. Are you gonna turn off the lights?"

"No," I emphatically stated. " I want anyone that's watching to have a good view. And don't worry. I have no intention of stopping."

Much to his delight, I pulled the thong down to the floor allowing Zach to step out of it. Finally having free access to his cock, he wasted not a New York minute in taking hold and jerking on it.

"Slow down Tiger."

Zach eased his pace. Pulling his ass cheeks apart, I asked him, "Knowing someone might be watching, does this thrill you?" Then I licked his asshole.

"Oh God!" Zach moaned.

"Does it THRILLLLLL you?" I asked again as I probed his asshole with my tongue.

"Yes! Yes! It fucking thrills me that someone might see me," he finally acquiesced.

"Me too," I told him. "Now, bend over some more. I wanna suck your balls.

Zach spread his feet further, took his hand off his cock and using both hands, braced himself against the window. I reached under and pulled his cock back towards me as I pressed on his taint and took his balls into my mouth, eliciting from him a deep guttural moan. Taking my time I rotated the attention of my lips and tongue between his balls and his asshole. When I had him squirming, I rose up so I could whisper in his ear while keeping him panting with what my hands were doing.

"Are you so fucking hard because you think you're being watched?"

Zach just nodded, unable to say the words.

"We told you we'd find other places to get you naked." (We meaning Krystal and I). "This isn't as public as I'd like, but it'll do for tonight."

I felt his cock throb in my hand as I said it. I loved that he liked that idea,

"Now turn to the right. I'm gonna get back on my knees and suck your cock and if anyone is watching, and I hope they are, I wanna make sure they get to see it going in and out of my mouth."

Zach spun 90 degrees as I went down on my knees. I took his cock in the palm of my hand and slowly licked all of its 6 1/2". I especially enjoy tracing the bulging vein on the underside of it with my tongue. He also loves when I run my lips up and down the sides. Cradling his balls in my other hand, I opened wide and engulfed as much of his length as I could. (I can take it all, but usually not on the first try. I have to work up to it slowly). By this time he had his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him.

"Open your eyes."

He did.

"I'm gonna suck you right up to the brink before you cum, then stop," I stated. "When I feel you've relaxed enough to go on, then I'm going to stand up, place my hands on the window and have you fuck me from behind."

That said, I returned to licking and sucking every beautiful inch of him. Lifting his cock up to suck his balls. Wrapping my lips around just the tip and pressing on the peehole with my tongue as I jerked him off. Finally, getting every inch of him into my mouth so my lips were against his groin. I looked to my right and saw the reflection in the window of him pinching his nipples. I knew then that it wouldn't be much longer. He was close and when his balls contracted, I stopped.

"Awwwwww. Geeeesh," he moaned.

Still stroking him, I coyly asked, "Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes.... oh.... yes of course. It's just that, you know. I was so close."

"Oh, I knew that. Believe me. Tell you what." I sucked on him again, just a bit, before saying, "When you're fucking me and feel you're about to cum,"

a couple more licks and stokes followed, "Tell me and I'll turn around and suck you until you cum in my mouth. Deal?"

Zach couldn't get the words out any faster.

"Yeah. Sure. Of course. Deal."

I stood up, faced the window, bend down with my hands against the glass and immediately felt his hands on my hips as he pushed his cock easily into my sopping wet pussy and began fucking me.

"Take..... it..... slower," I repeated in tempo to his thrusts.

"Okay. Okay," he acknowledged, as he eased his pace.

I could feel every inch of him entering and leaving as he slowly pounded my cunt. He'd end each thrust with an extra oomph and grunt, driving himself into me as deep as possible. I closed my eyes and imagined, even wanting there to be hundreds of eyes on us. On me. I moved forward. Or rather Zach moved me forward with his aggressiveness, until my face and tits were pressed hard up against the glass. I was loving it.

Sensing I might not be comfortable, Zach started to ease off. But I stopped him.

"No!.... No!.... Don't.... don't ... fucking.... stop," I shouted and slammed my hips back to meet his every forward thrust. Then I started to lose it. The way I get when I don't even know what I'm doing. So lost in the ecstasy. So awash in the sensations. So wanting it more and more.

Luckily, Zach screamed out, "I'm gonna cum!" bringing me back to reality before I had gone too far the other way. I spun around and dropped to my knees and took his throbbing, slick with my juices, pulsating prick into my mouth and began rapidly jerking him off.

Bracing himself with his hands on my shoulders, Zach fought it. Fought the intense desire to cum. Wanting that exact sensation he was feeling at that moment to last as long as possible. But I am a great cocksucker, if I must admit. I let him hold out for a teensy while longer. Then I shoved my finger into his asshole and he grunted and growled and screamed when he exploded and overfilled my mouth with his cum. Pulse after pulse, I felt it throbbing as he emptied what was a weeks worth of pent up jizz. I swallowed most of it. The rest ran out the corners of my mouth. I finger-fucked his ass and jerked his cock until he had nothing left to give, finally pleading with me to stop.

I sucked and squeezed my lips hard as I slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth, making that, to me, satisfying "pop" sound as it exited. I looked up at him as I wiped up the cum that had escaped from my mouth with my fingers and sucked them clean.

"That was such fun. I really really enjoyed that," I effervesced, full of energy, springing to my feet and ready to continue.

Zach, on the other hand, just stood there, bent over with his hands on his knees, sweat on his brow, breathing hard, and seemingly on the verge of exhaustion.

'I so wanna make you cum right now, but....."

I stopped him. "I know. I know. Take a breather. Why don't you go take a quick shower? And when you're done, I'll be on the bed, with my feet wide apart, and my fingers playing with my pussy and nipples. Anxiously waiting for you to crawl between my legs and, taking your time, eat me till I can't take it anymore as I scream and cum buckets in your mouth."