Patricia again. Still celebrating Jim’s 40th in Vegas. After 2 days of room service and bed, on Tuesday we left the room and ventured out, we had a great couples day at the spa, had a couple of excellent meals, and Jim dropped some more at the blackjack table.
Wednesday came, and found us at the craps table after a nice breakfast, and looking forward to an early dinner. Jim was rubbing my not so sore chest for luck, then tossing the dice with the same hand. He had an incredible streak of luck, hitting his numbers, hardways, everything for 45 minutes. We had over $40,000 in winnings in front of us, more than enough to cover his losses at the other tables, and our little Saturday night adventure.
Then there was this buxom little cocktail waitress. She was bringing Jim his 3rd drink, and Jim who is normally quite a good tipper, seemed to be going a little overboard. I really didn’t mind that much, as he was on a hot streak, but finally he crapped out. The next few rollers were not lucky, and I told Jim that he should gather the winnings, and meet me at the cashier after I went to the ladies room. He wasn’t’ at the cashier when I got there, so I checked out the craps game again.
When I got there, I saw him stuffing a $100 chip into the waitresses ample cleavage. The I noticed she gave him a pat on the crotch and looked up at him smiling broadly. That was a bit to much. I stepped between them, and got our winnings together. I slid a single dollar chip into the cocktail waitresses cleavage “you can keep the rest, but this is all you’re really worth” and began to steer Jim towards the cashier. The waitress grabbed my arm, her grip was strong.
“Bitch, no one insults me like that and gets away with it” Jim, well on his way to drunk at this point, turns and looks at us, a big dumb grin on his face. “Looks like you man wants to see me kick your skinny prude ass bitch “ the waitress, whose nametag read Sandy, snickered at me. I looked her straight in the eyes and said “What he wants is to see me knock around those overstuffed tits of yours flabby” Jim had already written down our villa info, and handed it to me. “when is your shift over whore?” I asked Sandy “9 O’clock bitch, and I’ll be at your door by 9:30, count on it” she replied. “To make sure you show, I guarantee you a tip of $1,500 if you do” was my comeback. We turned to leave, and Sandy said “Bitch, I’ll take your money, and I’ll take your man. There is nothing about you that isn’t second place compared to me”.
We went off and cashed in our winnings. Then had a nice couples spa treatment, then had dinner at 5. I ate light, making sure my stomach was ready for my upcoming ‘appointment’. Jim had sobered up by then. As we were leaving the restaurant, he asked if I was ready, as I normally would take much more time after the kind of encounter I had just had with Chrystal, the blonde stripper. I just replied “Babe just enjoy your 40th, I’m giving you all the presents you ever wanted”.
We wandered around the casino for a while, playing a few games here and there, until 8:30. Then we headed to the villa, where I could prepare. I dressed in my hottest looking thong and bra set, a shiny gold number, with some of my untrimmed dark hair sticking out of the tiny thong. Over that I had a cleavage accenting red satin blouse, and a black miniskirt, showing off my toned legs. Jim was sober, but feeling frisky, I wanted to save my strength. So we made out a bit, then at 9:25 I got up and started pacing.
9:30 came and went. At 9:40 Jim got up and said “looks like she’s a no show, let’s get into bed” when there was a banging on the door. I pushed Jim back onto the sofa, and went to the door. IT was Sandy. She pushed past me as I opened it, dressed to the nines in the sexiest (and sluttiest) outfit she could find. She was in tiny miniskirt, showing off what looked like very strong legs, Her cleavage looked massive in her tight buttoned vest top, straining not to burst out the top, or pop the buttons. Sandy sashayed over to Jim “Take it all in lover, cause this body is going to be all over you after I finish off your loser of a woman over there. I might even break a sweat”
“Slut, stay away from my man, you need to get thru me first!” Sandy just turned and smiled “forgetting the little matter of my tip?” I got redfaced, and counted out 15 hundred dollar bills, placing them on the table by the door. “you can take these when you crawl out of here whore” as finished with that task. When I turned back, I saw a wide eyed Jim as Sandy had begun disrobing. I have to admit, as tight and clingy as her cocktail waitress outfit had been, it didn’t do her complete justice. Standing before Jim and I, was this 32yo 5’4 145lb 38E 28 40 brunette, hair as dark as mine. I quickly stripped down, to my own sexy bra and panties, and swirled my 37yo 5’7 140lb 36DD 26 36 body for him.
As I finished my little performance, The waitress opened up her bra, and out spilt her monster chest.
Not only did she have 38E tits, but they were topped off with softball sized dark brown areolas, and tipped with quarter thick ¾ inch long hard nipples. In comparison, when I dropped my bra, I stood there with what I thought was an impressive 36DD tits, with brown areolas the size of baseballs, and dime thick ½ long diamond cutter nipples. Sandy looked me over, then turned to Jim “I thought you are a chest man. Hoe can you be with such a tiny chest puny titted little girl like that?”
Again I felt heat on my face as I was being trashed by this whore, with no response available to my lips. I was also hoping that the slut didn’t notice the not yet faded welts on my body, curtesy of the encounter with the tough blonde stripper just a few days prior. Then the waitress yelled over at me “strip those panties bitch, I’m gonna show this stud you can’t match me in anything” then she shoved her panties off her hips and down her legs, stepping out of them. I had untied my g-string, and revealed my thick dense black growth, doing down my inner thighs, and up towards my navel. But looking across, I saw what looked like half a dozen black brillo pads between the whore’s legs. Sandy waltzed over to Jim and fluffed her bush in front of him, then leaned in and rubbed her tits on his face. At that, the head of his cock popped out of the top of his shorts. Sandy smiled at it hungrily, and then looked at me “we should have stud boy get naked, so both of us know what we are fighting for” At this point, having been outdone at every turn pre-fight, I strode over to Jim and ripped his shorts down, then pulled his shirt over his head. There was my man, in all his glory, studly hard body, and gorgeous oversized package. Seeing him, I knew it would give me the strength and determination to beat this interloping slut.
“Ok whore, you got everything you wanted so far, now come get your beating” I barked at the cocktail slut. She came towards me, her fists up. I raised my fists, and we came into range and started exchanging blows. I know I was getting in some good hits to her tits, belly and face, but her fists felt like hammers. The stocky slut was strong, and obviously knew how to fight. I wasn’t really holding my own in the fisticuffs area, but as I was planning on my next type of attack, she caught me with a punch at my ear. I stumbled back, dizzy and confused..
The waitress came at me, and scooped me up in a bearhug. She got me solidly in her arms, and was squeezing on my ribs and back. The slut was grunting and groaning as I tried to yank her head backwards. I groaned loudly as she squeezed me tight. To make it even worse, she pressed her chin down, squeezing my 36DDs between her chin and her massive 38Es. Just a few minutes in and this whore was going to squeeze the life out of me and win. Recalling how I felt when she hit my ear, I recalled a wrestling move. I spread my arms, then delivered open handed slaps to both ears simultaneously. Sandy dropped me like a hot potato, howling and holding her head, spinning around unsure which way to go.
I took in a couple of deep breathes, my tits heaving up and down. Then I moved in to press my advantage. With her back to me, I grabbed her hair, and drove her forward, face first into the marble table top of the end table across the room. I pulled her head up and did it again. I pulled up again, and before I could go for the 3rd try, Sandy swung and elbow back, hitting my flush in the belly. I gagged, let go and moved back. We both stood straight up and faced each other, The waitress rushed me, hands up. I moved to block her, and she lowered her hands.
When she hit me, her hands were coming up. She caught me by the undersides of my previously damaged tits and shove up. The pain was excruciating. She managed to keep coming and drove me back until I hit the wall, hard. Now the waitress had the leverage to really damage my tits, and she did. She was kneeding, clawing and twisting from underneath. I was dying the hell of electric shocks going thru my tits with every move of her fingers.. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, I felt her body shift. She spread her legs to gain more leverage to finish me off.
I managed to send a knee up to Sandy’s exposed pussy. She grunted, but I felt her grip loosen. Another knee, and then another, and she couldn’t’ hold me against the wall any more. One last knee, and then a fist to her eye had Sandy on her ass. I was just to weak and in pain to take advantage. By the time I was ready to attack, she was up, but I lunges at her, and we fell over a chair. We landed side to side, and Sandy tried to mount me. I used her momentum to let her swing over me, and then got on top of her. I tried to bang her head to the carpet, but after one hit, she caught me in the ear again. I rolled away.
Sandy got to her knees and lunged for me, I pushed her down to her stomach, but she quickly rolled over to her back. I dove onto the Cocktail servers body, facing her feet. I tried to get her head between my knees, but she made a grab for my bush. I retaliated by getting my fingers into her bristly hairs. Sandy upped the attack by grabbing my labia, I countered by doing the same. Again we held this for a time. Sandy was once more the first to go further, swinging her legs up and catching my head between her thighs. I tried, but was in no position to follow.Now I was the leader, when I pushed my face down, and grabbed her lips in my teeth. I heard her scream, but then, the only thing I had on the bitch came into play. My clit is longer, and by now was out and available. Sandy grabbed it in her fingers and pulled. I wanted to scream, but was stuck between her legs. I let go of my bite hold when I felt her nail pressing into the tip of my clit. She opened her legs, and when she pressed her nail harder, asked “cxnt, do you give..or do I split your clit?”.
I tried, but I was in no position to fight her any longer, sobbing, I screamed out that I gave. Sandy gave one last hard tug, then rolled me off her. She stepped on one of my tits, pressing down with her foot. “Now bitch, watch me do your stud. After I’m done, don’t be surprised when he leaves with me”. I lay there, sobbing loudly, beaten, and broken. I had lost the fight, and now, was I going to lose my husband?
Sandy the went to have fun with Jim, but she just couldn’t handle him throat or pussy. The only thing that got him off was fucking her massive tits. Even there, instead of attempting to swallow any of his hot tasty juice, she just let him cover her face with it. As almost an after thought, he went down on her, and Sandy had an intense orgasm. While she was recovering, Jim washed off his face, and tossed a towel to the waitress.. Then he laid down on the carpet next to my.
My husband gently touched my lips, and then moved my sweat matted hair off my face. Sandy was up, and getting dressed, as he held me. She was amazed that he wasn’t leaving with her. She headed for the door, scooped up the cash and yelled over her shoulder “Stud, you ain’t that good a fuck anyways, you deserve that loser bitch with the useless tits” and slammed the door/
Jim just held me ”Trisha, you know you are my world. I would never have done that accept yop agreed to it. Would you want me to go back on your word?” I sobbed out a no. “From now on, I will never let you take a fight unless it’s been a full 4 or 5 month recovery between. And as far as leaving…I’d give up the businesses, the house, all the money, jus to see you happy”. Achy as I was, I rolled over and kissed him, then laid back down on the carpet, and drifted off to one of the best sleeps of my life.
