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put down big enough bets, all he would need was one big win...and certainly, he was such a man that he was going to win all the time, right? He just had a bit of a cool streak.
    Delilah was right. The casino would be good to him.
    The casino was so good. He had to do what the casino wanted.
    That odd, wonderful techno beat kept thumping out, creating a helpful rhythm for his every action.
    “Take that,” he said proudly, barely looking at his own cards, as he pushed forward the thousands of dollars.
    Tasha smiled prettily, showing her cards. “Gosh, I win again!”
    “Are you sure?” said Jonathan, his drunken attention stumbling around, trying to find the place in his head that could still accomplish things like math, and noticing. “It’s just, um, I have two face cards, and you’ve got...a three and a two...”
    Something was making it rather hard to think, and not just the alcohol. Looking down, he saw that Karen was hard at work, tugging his pants down and off his legs. She had to unlace his shoes first.
    The massive hard-on that his cock had long-ago transformed into was no longer hidden—in fact, it was being celebrated. Delilah, humming and nuzzling him absently, staring with bright, empty eyes around the casino, stroked his cock hard and lovingly.
    Big muscles weren't the only thing that had grown on Jonathan. His cock was staggeringly huge now—nearly a foot of pure, perfect man meat made entirely for one purpose: fucking as much hot fertile pussy as possible. Just looking at it made Jonathan swell with pride.
    The casino had given him this new cock. He really ought to show his appreciation.
    Delilah's small hand encapsulated his big shaft, slip-sliding all the way down and massaging softly into his balls, and then back up slowly again. It was a mechanical, absent motion, like she was brushing her hair. Precum spurted up the second he noticed, sliding in warm waves over her hand. The thick volumes of it layered over her skin like melted butter—creamy and warm.
    “Hey, you’re um...you’re stroking my cock.” Jonathan almost felt bad about pointing it out. She hadn’t seemed like she was doing it on purpose.
    She gasped, as if noticing it just now herself. “Gosh, I sure am! What should we do about that?”
    Even with the pleasant surprise on her face, she didn’t stop stroking. In fact, she increased her efforts, sliding her thumb around the head of his cock, rubbing in whatever slick precum slid out. Occasionally the surface of his precum-wet cock slid against Karen’s face, who moaned passionately, licking her gorgeous, puffy lips.
    So, Jonathan didn’t notice as Tasha gathered up all the cards and his latest bet and dealt again. She didn’t even bother shuffling—instead, just picking out cards that she liked and putting them down in front of him. Apparently, she liked giving him twos and threes and sevens.
    “I think, I mean...oh god. You’re great at that,” he moaned to Delilah.
    “Thank you! Don’t you like what Karen is doing, too?”
    He looked down. Karen had started licking attentively at his balls. Her tongue, small and pink dragged over the surface of his sack, lips pushing forward every so often to kiss him tenderly.
    “Oh, man.”
    Tasha tapped the table briefly. “Another bet, sir?”
    “Yes,” he said, not even looking at the cards. “The same as last time. Wait,” he said, shaking his head. “No. I want to pay attention, so...”
    Delilah had a drink in her free hand, sliding it right under Jonathan’s nose. No doubt it had her milk in it like the last twenty.
    “Another round, sir?”
    He took it and began drinking without saying anything. It was easier to take a little drink down than it was to think about anything. His cock swelled in Delilah's hand, more immense volumes of precum spilling out. There was more of that precum than all the cum combined from his orgasms from the past month—including the one he had filled his wife with earlier in the day.
    God,