Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) by Nadia Nightside

reason, he had taken off from work. Instead, inspired by his wife's lackluster rejection of his lovemaking proposition, he had jerked off in the bathroom, thinking solely of Selene.
    Selene, Selene, sensational Selene. His darling, darling Selene, who he wanted more than he could measure.
    But surely that wasn't all he had done. He got back about two in the afternoon, then he propositioned his wife, then he jerked off for a while, and then he went to bed around ten...
    No. He couldn't have stroked his cock for more than seven straight hours, could he have? Just only thinking of Selene?
    He felt his cock rising again, just imagining her perfectly arranged hair, her sexy cleavage, her wonderfully placed necklace...
    Sitting up on his bed, he shook his head. It was really time to get back to work. Who knows what had happened while he was gone? At least he knew that he had left the dealings of the casino in the capable hands of...of...someone. He couldn’t remember who.
    Why couldn’t he remember who?
    God, that was probably a problem. There was chaos, no doubt. He picked up the phone near the bed, a direct line to the casino floor manager, Rick.
    “How is everything? Is anything the matter?”
    “Why, no sir. She’s done a great job.”
    “She? She who?”
    “That woman you introduced us all to yesterday afternoon. Selene. She’s wonderful. We love her. We love her, sir.” His voice had a religious sort of fervor to it.
    Confused and a bit scared, Falco hung up the phone. He got up and put on his robe, taking a measure of the day through the windows of his bedroom.
    He had a great view of the penthouse level pool—one of the perks of his position—he could see his wife sunbathing in a teensy sky-blue tankini set. And there, with her...
    There with her was Selene in a black string bikini.
    Instantly, he dropped his robe. His hand was around his cock, stroking passionately. He didn't care if anyone could see.
    Fuck, Selene was so gorgeous. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he wanted his own beautiful fucking wife, who looked as hot as she ever had in that tiny swimsuit.
    God.
    Wow. Falco could feel the insanity of his hot lust washing over his mind, cooing and purring in accented tones about how he shouldn't care about the logic of his situation. He should just surrender, surrender, surrender...
    One of the most intoxicating aspects of Selene's beauty was how it appeared so carefree, so effortless for her to look as good as she did. Wearing so little make-up, she made it seem like she woke up in the morning looking better than most women did after years of plastic surgery, perfect diet, and strenuous work-out routines.
    And that lack of effort, how it was just so easy for her to captivate him, made it all the more arousing that she had the effect on him that she did. He stroked harder, thinking about how fucking easy it was, so fucking easy to captivate him. So easy to take away his will when she was so goddamn gorgeous and perfect .
    Selene turned away from Stephanie briefly, so that she faced Falco in his balcony. Of course, she didn't see him. She couldn't. But that didn't stop her from smiling at him. She brought a cup up underneath her tits, and slid down her bikini top. With a few slow massaging motions, she had started to fill up the cup with her breast milk.
    By god, he had been right. She was fertile. That was...that was so incredible. His cock throbbed against the glass. Once the cup was full, Selene rearranged herself and handed the cup to his wife. She drank it down without a second thought—perhaps one of many she'd already been given. Stephanie's hands drifted up and down her tight, beautiful body, touching herself eagerly.
    “Oh, fuck. Oh, wow.”
    It didn't stop there. Very clearly, he saw Selene whispering something in his wife’s ear. A lot of something, actually. It seemed like a whole speech—and Stephanie was a rapt listener, nodding and smiling blankly.  All the while as Selene spoke, she