Casino Cheval

We could try to convey her beauty by revealing the dimensions of her lovely breasts, or perhaps what length of ribbon would be required to encircle her luscious hips. But the goddess does not traffic in such ciphers. Numeric recitations provide no representation of her true beauty. Rather her radiance was reflected in her form, as if the vessel of the goddess had shaped to contain so beautiful a being. Anyone fortunate enough to have consorted with the goddess knows this to be true of every woman. Each reveals her wondrous inscription in innumerable ways, and all of us, like drunkards before a barrel of dear wine, are merely the grateful recipients of her favor. As for our subject, Nina, the reader is invited to conjure the image of the most beautiful woman imaginable, then we must respectfully disclose that she exceeds even that.

No one was more aware of this than Pierre, her husband, who considered himself the luckiest for having won her heart. He carried this responsibility with no small gravity, appreciating so fully the treasure he possessed, that he came to be haunted by the sense that she was beyond him. Never could he fully possess her -- such is the unquenchable nature of deep beauty. Like the masterpieces of the Renaissance, they will never be truly owned. It is this extreme ambition to fully cultivate this goddess that drove Pierre mad with the desire to realize her deepest, most guarded, pleasures.

The pavement was painted black and white with the tree's shadows. The pair who now strode those streets, were dressed formally in black and white as well. Their directions had lead them to an unremarkable street in a safe-enough neighborhood.

The city contained many such avenues. They go unnoticed, their facades concealing many things -- some beyond the imagination.

Having carefully matched the address on the card, they pushed through a door to find themselves in a modestly furnished room. The rooms sole inhabitants were: an attractive, well dressed woman; the high, wide desk behind which she stood; and on the mirror-like surface of that desk, a statue of a winged horse -- their only confirmation they had come to the right place. The attendant greeted them in an unexpectedly business-like manner, offering neither recognition of their purpose there, nor any sense of her own station within the space.

Shyly, they offered the secret password.

With this, their attendant warmed immediately.

"Dr. Fermat, and Madame Fermat. Welcome. It is our sincere pleasure to have you here with us this evening," as she spoke she stepped to her side, stopping at a previously unnoticed door, which with no small effort she opened. She held it for them.

"This is your first visit to the Casino, we hope you find it most exhilarating."

Holding hands the pair entered the Casino Cheval.

Awash immediately in the shocking opulence of the space, Nina and Pierre's poised exteriors concealed a mixture of excitement and fear. The ceilings were only cathedral-like in their height and dimension, contrasting pleasingly with the colors and rich textures of the walls and luxurious carpeting. The heavy wooden furnishings shown warmly in the candlelight, many of them draped with elegant, luxuriating, guests deep in socialization. The jewelry of the women shimmered in the electric light. Unseen, an orchestra played.

They relished these first moments in the great room. It seemed to be minutes later that they were pleasantly surprised to discover themselves in the company of a most angelic vision of the feminine. Their valet, whom waited patiently as they drank in the room, carried on a mirrored silver platter sparkling flutes of fine champagne, which now she offered them. She was clothed in a luminous white tuxedo jacket, held closed by a single button just above her lovely exposed navel. The cut was such that it celebrated fully her luxurious breasts, offering them enticingly forward, like ripe fruit. She clearly relished their appreciation as she watched both Pierre and Nina's eyes alight on her discreetly visible erect nipple.

As they lifted their drinks, she pointed that nipple at an attractive couple across the room, "With their compliments."

Pierre's eyes drank in the feline length of the woman, as Nina admired the well chiselled athleticism of her partner. They had both harbored fears that they might find themselves interned with a collection of slovenly undesirables. This concern evaporated as, sipping the fine vintage, their eyes scanned more broadly to find that everyone was, in fact, stunning.

"May I introduce Cynthia?" he said, with a marked emphasis on the syllable "sin".

Nina felt her face flushing as he offered his hand.

"I'm Max. We understand you're new here and we'd love to ... show you the ropes."

Both Nina and Pierre elected to let the slightly odd phrasing pass. Nina, however, briefly entertained the pleasurable vision of Max binding her hands behind her. It made her already active pussy tingle, and she unconsciously pushed out her breasts in response. If only she knew that Max entertained the same wicked vision.

Cynthia was resplendent in, and bare under, a shimmering skirt that rested quite low on her lovely hips. The plunging neckline of her top offered her skin deliciously. Pierre took particular delight in the way the candlelight played across her delicious chest.

Nina was equally impressed with Max, whom she found bracingly attractive. His looks and manner instantly inspired her to abandon her intention to hold back this first visit to the Casino. Like the other male guests, he wore the requisite black tuxedo, though in his particular case, he exuded a particular air of sophistication and dignity, not unlike a spy Nina thought.

Wordlessly, they toasted the moment, looking each other in the eyes with mischievous smirks and smouldering an unspoken desire.

"Please allow me to pay for the drinks," Max offered, but Pierre insisted that he pay.

"I appreciate the gesture, and maybe in the future. But you must pay in the currency of the Casino."

From her jeweled clutch, Cynthia produced a clear glass sphere flecked throughout with gold. Embedded inside was a miniature of the casino's symbol; the winged horse.

"This," she said, 'is the currency of Cheval," holding it so that it sparkled in the light.

"And this ... is how you pay."

So overcome were they by the beauty around them that Pierre and Nina had entirely failed to notice a number of things. Their valet was, with the exception of her waistcoat and heels -- naked. This statement, however, is not entirely accurate. As their attendant turned her back to them, Nina and Pierre were surprised to notice a full equine tail emerging from between her fine buttocks.

Nina's mind raced, it had no other visible support. With jealous excitement she realized their attendant was plugged. Bending over, and moving her tail aside, she flourished her thick labia which protruded invitingly from between the smooth firm musculature of her toned hips. Her pubic hair was trimmed quite short, perfectly framing her delicate folds in a way quite pleasing to the eye. Gently, Cynthia pressed the sparkling glass sphere against her moist folds, as smoothly they gave way, swallowing the orb. Cynthia withdrew her fingers, as their attendant drew it into her depths. Her inner labia closing in as the shiny sphere slipped almost fully from sight.

Cynthia stroked her moist finger on Max's waiting tongue.

Flushed, Nina sipped her drink. Never before had she seen such a display. It took her breath away.

"Somehow, I never tire of watching that," mused Max.

The two couples fell into a casual chat as they wandered deeper into the embrace of the great hall.

Turning a corner, they entered a gallery alight with ornate picture frames lit from above. Though neither Nina nor Pierre could quite name it, something about these frames was unusual.

"You've noticed something about odd these frames, have you?" observed Cynthia, guiding Nina to the nearest one.

The frame surface was largely black velvet, and in the light it appeared empty.

"For one thing, they're a bit lower than most picture frames. But also," she giggled, "they're quite well hung."

As Nina's eyes finally adjusted to the subdued light, she realized that the center of the frame concealed an impressively large cock. Encircling it with her fingers, Cynthia held it to the light as, mesmerized, the group looked on. After a few long, luxurious pulls, she expertly took its expanding head into her mouth, proceeding to lavish it with the splendor of her velvet tongue.

Finding Cynthia's talent for cocksucking reminiscent of a street whore, Pierre found himself aroused as he imagined Cynthia's well developed skills in use upon his own, now erect, cock. Max too admired Cynthia's skill, the sight of her lips engulfing the fortunate staff to a its full depth sent jolts directly to his own manhood. He knew her touch well.

Cynthia disengaged with an unceremonious pop. As she recovered her breath, she offered the excited confection to Nina.

Suddenly in the grip of complete terror, Nina, recalled Pierre's encouragement to explore freely this evening -- after all, this was the Casino Cheval. She loved Pierre and would never do anything to jeopardize their relationship. However, she was a sensuous and powerful being. Over the past few months Pierre had made a point of reminding her about this. Ever since they had entered the space, she had been increasingly aware of a part of herself that desperately begged for attention.

The voice that spoke to her most clearly, however, was the warm flow that was dampening the french lace of her lingerie as she contemplated this appetizing appendage. She glanced at Pierre, who though flustered by the display, succeeded in maintaining the appearance of decorum. He nodded his assent.

She encircled its base with her fingers, angling it towards her full lips. Timidly at first, she polished the large head with her tongue, exploring the geography of its considerable surface. She then drew it into her mouth, savoring its texture. Leisurely she explored its contours, fully enjoying -- to her surprise -- the exquisite newness of a different cock.

She had observed the effect Cynthia's display had upon the husbands, and made a concerted effort to swallow the bolt as deeply as she could, ultimately entombing most of its length in the depths of her warm, pliant throat.

Pierre had been unsure how he would feel in a moment such as this. He was pleased to discover he felt a sense of pride in his wife's skillful display rather than the jealousy he feared. As she pressed her lips triumphantly to its base, her throat muscles treated the shaft to long caresses -- drawing muted cheers from her enthralled audience. Though she would have quite enjoyed more time with this beauty, and might even welcome it in other ways, she was excited to explore what other delights the Casino might have to offer. After a few more deep plunges, she gave the head a loving kiss, and stepped away from the frame.

The two ladies, now bound in the primal sisterhood of a common cock, shared a languid kiss, that seemed to all observers to freeze time. Their arms around each others waist, they walked ahead of the men to the next frame.

"How was that for you?" Cynthia asked Nina. "I could tell that was something new for the two of you."

"I loved it," Nina replied. "I just want to be sure that Pierre doesn't hate me for --"

"For enjoying yourself?" Cynthia could feel Nina's new found lust beaming from her. She might even like a bit of her for herself.

"Here at the Casino, everything goes. Indulge all your desires."

"But if Pierre sees me --"

"He sees You. If Pierre sees your true slutty self ... you might find he loves you all the more. That's what happened with Max."

The men were now far too close for them to continue the conversation.

They stood now before another frame. Pierre, who hoped this might be his turn, was not to be disappointed. Lit in beautiful pinks and violets from lights overhead, the frame appeared at first glance to be a beautiful flower, perhaps in the style of O'Keefe. Only upon concerted inspection was it revealed to be a particularly open pussy, invitingly spread wide before their eyes. Pierre was lost in contemplation for a moment as he admired the ingenious composition, and the way it contained its willing captive, open and available. Disembodied in this way it was both shocking and inescapably alluring.

He suddenly felt the expectant eyes of the group upon him.

"I have a feeling you are particularly skilled at this," teased Cynthia, as Nina nodded.

Standing close to him, Cynthia gently stroked the delicate bloom, her fingers getting visibly wet. It opened further as she traced its petals.

"How about it Nina? Can Pierre have a little taste? It's only fair," she said, mouthing her wet finger.

Nina was feeling aroused by the display herself, so enticing was this flower.

"Yes, my love, enjoy a taste," grateful for the opportunity to redeem herself for any transgressions she may have committed.

Needing no further encouragement, Pierre traced his fingers along the insides of the slick folds before him, coaxing open the fragile inner lips, exposing its vibrant salmon sanctum. His touch had an immediate effect as the inner forms became more prominent, begging to be tasted. Nina watched intently, admiring the way the wet clitoris emerged from beneath its protective hood. Pierre's skillful touch and obvious appreciation of female anatomy soon had both Cynthia and Nina runny with secret jealousy.

The flowers depths flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. Nina could not help but notice its subtle motions, its mysterious structure, the way it tempted even those of its own gender into its mystery. How it now opened, the ancient void yearning for fulfillment. Also under its spell, Nina herself opened in empathy, knowing all too well Pierre's unrivalled skill, and the delicious touch that lay in store for the luscious bloom. Her clit was achingly stiff, as she discreetly brushed it with her fingers.

Working the depths of the fragrant chasm, Pierre gently tugged at the hood, losing the shiny knob from the protection of its lair. Swollen and pulsing, it was the siren of lust itself. Entranced, both women looked on, arrested by the primal anatomy. Extending his tongue, Pierre slowly traced the entire length of the blossom. Were it not for the audible gasps from both Cynthia and Nina, their own flowers now actively moistening, the group might have heard murmurs of pleasure deep within the frame. Pierre stretched the bloom wide, treating it to several more long loving passes with the flat of his tongue, and then straightened himself.

The group proceeded.

Max winked at Cynthia as they both watched Nina lean in and give Pierre a kiss, savoring the sweet nectar on his lips.

They paused at a high round table.

Ninas eyes fell on a small group in an adjoining alcove. Two women were orally pleasuring one of the men. The fortunate recipient was clearly nearing the edge of orgasm, as his two lovers bathed his member with serpentine tongues. Cynthia molded herself against Nina's back, noticing how much faster her breathing had become. As they watched, a nearby hostess, her horse tail swishing against the backs of her long toned legs, was invited to join the group.

They could hear one of the women ask "Might he come on your tits?"

"Most certainly," nodded the hostess.

Nina whispered "Oh fuck" under her breath, surprising herself that she had voiced the thought.

It was difficult to tell if this was the result of the scene before them, or in response to Cynthia's hand, which, having found its way under Nina's gown, now caressed the sensitive undersides of her breasts, testing their weight. As Cynthia lifted, Nina pushed back against her in pleasure, her sweet ass fitting perfectly into the warm valley of Cynthia's hips. In the alcove, the group was nearing the point of no return -- his cock now thrusting into the two welcoming mouths, their buxom attendant at the ready.

Cynthia's fingers softly stroked the perimeter of Nina's sensitive nipples, enjoying their stiffness.

Playing a hunch, Cynthia leaned in to speak softly into Nina's ear, enjoying the curls of her hair on her nose, "She's being such a dirty girl, Nina. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The suggestion was a wave of warmth through her channel.

"You'd like to be that girl. You'd like him to come on your tits, wouldn't you, sweet Nina?"

It surprised Nina that Cynthia had nailed it so precisely, especially given the short span they had known each other. Was she so obvious? The current of her arousal, having been amplified by the activities of the group before them was as undeniable as the warm lubricant now dripping into her panties. With Cynthia's ministrations, in fact, she might cum on the spot. She shifted her stance, hoping to move her assailant lower.

Cynthia was relentless. Shafting Nina's thick nipples between her fingers, "Tell us Nina, you'd like to be her, wouldn't you?"

Nina's vagina tightened in ripples, "Yes," she whispered, under her breath.

Cynthia's fingers now gently bent the tips of Nina's nipples, making her go weak in the knees. She could feel her juices, hot, on the insides of her thighs.

Nearby, the two ladies were trading turns plunging the cock into their mouths. While his control was impressive, he was clearly no match for their expertise.

"Yes, Nina?" Cynthia whispered, now closing her fingers on Nina's distended points and tugging harder, "Would you like to be a slut tonight? I know Pierre would like that."

"I would love that darling," Pierre at her other ear, traced his hand down her back, massaging her shapely ass. He was pressed in behind Cynthia, his chin at her shoulder. No doubt she felt his hard cock against her.

"Say it Nina." commanded Cynthia, pulling Nina's distended nipple.

"Yes!"

"I want to be a slut tonight."

The gates had now open. Across the room, the hostess offered her chest proudly. The cock, expertly aimed, shot jolt after jolt of white cream onto her waiting globes, washing them in thick rivulets that forked into streams on either side of her broad nipples. From her privileged view, Nina took pleasure in each wave as it landed.

Cynthia, sandwiched between Pierre and Nina's very warm bodies, looked over her back to see Pierre mouthing; yes, do it. His cock hard in the seam of her ass.

The hostess, proudly displaying her sperm glazed breasts, smiled as she passed before them.

"Max, my dear," Cynthia addressed her husband, "Nina would like to be a slut tonight, would you mind helping her?"

The flustered Nina accepted Max's offered hand, and the two of them began to make their way into the depths of the chamber.

Nina stopped suddenly. "Wait...", returning to embrace Pierre.

"I love you beautiful," Pierre told her after a kiss.

Nina, sensing Pierre's fear, was visited by a sudden inspiration, "It's ok my love. I want you to enjoy yourself as well. Let me give you this."

Stepping slightly back, she reached under her dress, rocked her hips, and produced a pair of dark violet panties. She gifted the steamy, moist bundle to Pierre, who raising them to his nose, savored her heavenly fragrance.

Max lead the beauty by the hand into the tumult of the casino.

"It's OK Pierre, she's in good hands," Cynthia told Pierre as they watched the two fade away.

"That's what I'm worried about."

The pang of his concern was partially erased by Cynthia's hand stroking his ass. Pierre's hand found a natural resting place very low on Cynthia's back, at the top of her crack. She was soft, warm, and electric.