Vegas1

I imagine that I am in Las Vegas. I'm at the black jack table, but I'm not doing very well. There is a crowd of people around the table. I notice that all at once everyone looks up. I look up to see what they are looking at. I see a vision of loveliness that is Goddess Karla. All the men are lusting after you. You are wearing a very short skirt. The skirt is also slit up the side of your luscious left thigh almost to your hip. The top of your stocking on your left leg shows and I get stiff in my boxers. Your top is low cut and you look so hot that I can no longer concentrate. Your feet are exquisite. You step up behind me. Because of the crowd of people, you are pushed up against me. I can feel your delightful figure pressing against my back. I start to tremble and you whisper in my ear, "If you win me some money, maybe I'll let you worship at my perfect feet." Your words get me so aroused that I am afraid that my nuts will explode right there in the casino. I take a few deep breaths, calm myself down, and concentrate on the black jack game.

My luck starts to turn because of you Goddess Karla. I begin winning every hand. You are pressed even harder against me by the crowd. You start teasing me by rubbing against me. I can feel your hot sexy body and smell your essence. I can practically taste your hot feet. I want to win money for you so bad. Soon my winnings total $1,000, but when I look at you, you nod "no." I begin to shiver with excitement and get even stiffer in my boxers. You are deliberately teasing me, getting me hot. Your erotic power is making me win. Your beauty and strength are an inspiration to me. After a few more hands, my winnings total $5,000, but you still shake your head "no." You are so close to me that I can feel your juicy thighs against my legs. I want to kiss every inch of your sultry, sexy legs and feet, but I concentrate on winning money for you. When my winnings total $15,000 you put your arm around my waist and gently pull me away from the table. I nod to the croupier and we walk to the cashier. As I walk with you, I realize just how stunning you really are.
Everyone in the casino is feasting on your beauty. The men are all jealous of me. Your face and body has everyone mesmerized. You walk gracefully in your sexy Italian heels. When the casino clerk asks who the check should be made out to, you give your name, without hesitation. You are clearly in command and you are not finished with me just yet. Again you whisper in my ear. "Come to room 238 at ll:00, but don't be late if you want to get to worship me." I almost squirt my load right their in the casino, as I wonder what you have in store for me. Then you say, "By the way, you must shave your face clean right before you come, I don't like to be scratched." I wonder where I will be allowed to venture?

As I wait for the opportunity to serve Goddess Karla, I am as nervous as I have ever been. I pace around my room and take long walks. I try to eat, but I am not hungry. I am so mesmerized by Goddess Karla's erotic
power that I can't do anything but think of Her. I wonder what She want's from me. I hope that She wants me to feast at Her beautiful Love Garden, Her Heaven. I want to please Her pussy so bad. I am optimistic
because She asked, or rather ordered, me to shave so that I don't scratch Her. I am stiff in my trousers as I think about it.

I shave and walk to Her room. I tremble a little as I knock on Her hotel room door and my cock quivers in my trousers. "That better be you, pig," Goddess Karla demands. I open the door to Her room which is dark. One lamp is on but She has a towel over it so that all of the light was cast on Her legs and feet. She is sitting on an overstuffed chair in the dark, but I can only see Her resplendent calves and feet. "Strip naked, little piggy, and crawl to my feet," Goddess Karla commands. I do as She asks, nervously shaking as I struggle to take off my clothes. I can sense the presence of others in the room. I crawl to Her feet and await Her instructions.