Page 5 of Betting Her Curves

That’s when an alarm goes off in my head. Crystals are beautiful, but they’re generally a bit cloudy and often very white in color. But when I pick up the new gem and hold it up to my eye, the rock flashes and burns, as if lit from within. Could it be...? No way. I squint with confusion because I’m no gemologist but this doesn’t look like crystal to me –it could be a diamond.

The thought makes me sit back on my heels. How is that even possible? Why would there be a diamond chandelier in the Degas? Who even makes diamond chandeliers to begin with? I can imagine Napoleon ordering a luxe chandelier to hang in the Palace of Versailles for his love Josephine, but I can’t imagine that a Vegas hotel would be at the same level. What in the world is going on?

Quickly, I realize that I may have a fortune on my hands. I could sell these diamonds and stop playing poker! Hell, I could make so much from the proceeds that perhaps I could even help the other ladies of the Las Vegas National Ballet, seeing that some are still unemployed. I begin collecting the stones and stuffing them into my purse, but the problem is that my clutch is a small thing that only fits six or seven gems max. There are at least ten on the floor, and I want to get them out of here to be evaluated before anyone realizes how precious they are.

I look around again, hoping to see a velvet bag, or hell, even a plastic one. But there’s nothing in sight because the space is luxe, not to mention immaculate. There are no garbage cans visible, and my guess is that any trash is transported immediately to the butler’s pantry for disposal. What should I do?

Suddenly, inspiration strikes. This is so naughty, but I have to try. I might have millions at my fingertips, if I can just get the diamonds out of here to safety. With wobbly knees, I get to my feet again and then reach up to hitch my skirt around my waist. Oh my god, this is so wrong! How can I even be contemplating the act?

But I bite my lip and gently pull down my sheer pantyhose to my knees, before slipping my panties down as well. This is an awkward situation, not to mention a bit embarrassing, and thank fuck there are no cameras in the room to capture my illicit act.

Then I lift one of the diamonds to my mouth and blow on it gently, warming it up. The facets mist with the moisture from my exhale, and I huff a bit more before trailing it down to rub against tiny pussy hole. Okay, here goes. I push the gem into my snatch, and it slips in easily. The rock is of a middling size,but it’s fine. The question is: can I handle seven or eight of the precious jewels buried deep in my secret space?

I lean over to pick up another diamond, but when I shift around, a wince crosses my features because the rock inside is unexpectedly sharp. The facets cut into my tight channel and I grimace again. Ugh. What to do? Maybe use my pussy juices as lube?

The idea takes hold and I take a deep breath because frankly, I don’t have many other options at this point. I need to walk out of here with a straight spine and confident posture, instead of wobbling with bow-legs and an oddly curved spine.

As a result, I pop the next diamond into my mouth to get it wet, but at the same time, I also unfasten my blouse and pull down the cups of my bra. My big tits come swinging out, the peaks already pink and stiff. With one hand, I begin to stimulate my nipples, pulling and tweaking the hard nubs while sucking hard on the diamond. Ahhh, that feels so good!

Then, I reach my other hand down to stimulate my clit. Oh shit, I’m wobbly in my high heels, and quickly I kick them off before discarding my skirt and hose too. Fuck it. I might as well lose all of my clothes, and soon, my blouse and bra are on the floor as I take to all fours on the carpet, knees spread. My big breasts dangle as I eye the stash of diamonds before me, still sucking on one of the jewels. How many can I fit into my twat? I don’t know, but I’ve always adored penetration, and this is no different from dabbling with ben-wa balls. In fact, it could be even better knowing that my secret stash is actually worth millions.

With that, I spit the second diamond out before trailing it down between my big breasts and gently nudging my little hole with it. My clit’s stiff and throbbing and I pause to twiddle it a bit beforegently pushing the second diamond into my clutching cunt. Oooh, that feels good! A slight moan vibrates from my throat as my eyes close with pleasure. My head tilts back as I insert the second stone in firmly to sit next to the first, and I squeeze my pussy muscles just to see how it feels. It’s a delicious sensation, and I waggle my hips a bit, jiggling them to see if anything’s loose or uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the facets of the stones still cut a bit into my channel, making things uncomfortable. The only solution is to get myselfreallyaroused to manage the walk out of here.

With that, I fish the two stones out of my twat, letting them drop silently to the carpet. Then, I take my laser pointer and suck on the tip to get it good and wet. Yes, I’m really going there, and I only hope this works because things are getting a little crazy. Still, desperate times call for desperate measures, and with a small sigh, I remove the pointer from my lips before dragging it down to push at my pussy hole.

“Oooh, yes!” I moan as the stiff cylinder slips in. “Mmm, yeah stretch me out!”

I pause for a moment, trying to catch my breath as my body adjusts to the penetration, but then I begin moving again. Reaching between my legs, I push the pointer in all the way until it’s completely buried in my swollen folds with just the red light peeping out. Then, I reach for the end again before pulling the pointer from my aching pussy and inserting it again.

“Oooh!” I moan deliriously, my eyes closed as hot ripples run through my body. “Mmm, mmm, mmm!”

I’m ashamed to say, but I’m beginning to drool, both front and back. I’m so horny now that saliva literally slips down my chin as my pussy weeps hot fluids. But that’s exactly my motive. Ineed to get myself so aroused that transporting diamonds in my snatch is no problem. With that, I begin fucking myself with the pointer in earnest, the red laser beam dancing wildly about the room as I strain and squeal on my hands and knees.

“Mmm!” I shriek, my spine bucking. “Oh oh oh! Unnnh, Daddy yesssss!”

With that it happens. Hot jolts surge through my cunt as my eyes roll up in the back of my head. My pussy clenches down hard on the stiff shaft within before dissolving into violent spasms. I scream and drool some more while fucking myself through the climax, my back arching so violently that I must resemble a contortionist.

“Oooooh!” I scream once more. “Mmmm, mmm, mmm!”

Three more hard fucks gets me through the best of it. Hot ripples continue to flow through my snatch as I pant, my head dropping forwards like a flower too heavy for its stalk. But there’s work to be done and despite the fact that I’m a hot mess, I have to get these diamonds out of here stat. Quickly, I pull the slimy laser pointer out of my snatch before reaching for three glittering gems. Then, I pop them into my cunt one by one, easy-peasy. The slide is delicious and I moan with pleasure as my snatch is crammed full once more.

A few more diamonds, and I’m almost done. Hurriedly, I scramble to my feet while throwing the rest of the stones into my purse with scrabbling fingers. There must be a fortune here! I’ll be rich! But to my dismay, the clutch is just too small and there’s one stone left after everything’s said and done. I try to force it into the silk purse, but the darned thing won’t even close because it’s literally bulging with diamonds now. Should I leave the lone stone? It’s better not to be greedy, after all.

But then a little voice in my head whispers.You’re poor, Ashley,it reminds me.Take it with you. In your mouth. In your snatch. In your rear end, if you have to.

Oh my god, is this for real? But a girl has to do what she has to do. I reach for the lone gem and eye it for a moment. It’s not too big, not too small, just perfect. I lick it a bit, getting it lubed and warm, and then reach around myself to test my rear end. My back pucker immediately contracts, sensitive and tight, but I wet my hand and massage the pleats gently. My anus contracts and then relaxes, and I push the stone against my small opening.

Thankfully, it goes in and I breathe a sigh of mixed pleasure and relief. This is going to be a tiny bit awkward, seeing that I have precious rocks in both my front and back holes, but a lot of the girls in my ballet troupe are in desperate straits right now. I’m doing it not just to help myself, but to also help my friends.

With that, I quickly dress and pat my hair before slipping on my heels. To be sure, my cheeks are flushed and my breathing is elevated, but hopefully it’s not obvious. Hurriedly, I glance about the room once more. Everything is silent and still, and I let out an exhale of relief. Even better, there are no cameras because management would never allow for video in a room reserved for high stakes poker. Still, an odd tingling feeling runs down my spine, as if someone’s eyeing my curves at this very moment.

Stop it,the voice in my head scolds.You’re just being paranoid. There’s no one watching you.

Biting my lip, I duck my head and pick up my purse, even as the tingling intensifies. This time, it runs down my spine and all the way to my pussy, making me clench a bit with pleasure.

Stop, because it’s all in your head, Ashley, the voice repeats scornfully.You’re playing mind games that are serving no good purpose. Now, get out of here before someone comes in for real!

With that, I scurry towards the door before shooting one last backwards glance at the scene of the crime. Nothing looks amiss. The chandelier dangles, sparkling lights bouncing about because there are so many crystals dripping from the wire frame that the missing gems are undetectable. The table is still and unmoving with chairs placed in neatly spaced intervals around it. Otherwise, the room is silent and dark, with nothing amiss. Taking a deep breath, I exit the room before beginning a casual stroll out of the hotel. I just committed the perfect crime without anyone witnessing my misdeeds ... or at least, I think.

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