High Roller Lesbian Unicorn Goes All In On My Butt - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

today high roller lesbian unicorn goes all in on my butt comes out as audiobook and as usual that means patreon buckaroos get story on here WHAT A TREAT. 

little known fact about worlds greatest author chuck is my gamblin trot. sometimes this is fun days ahead visiting CITY OF SIN with son jon on a big vacation and sometimes it is not fun thinkin 'wow now my pockets are empty'. most of us know this classic way. part of chucks way on a spectrum of buds has to do with LOGIC AND SYSTEMS AND COUNTING and that is partly why i think i have affinity for this particular trot especially in ways of poker where house does not have the edge because you are playing against other buds. IN FACT pretty much only way you can make money as a card counting jet plane or similar way (although keith the jet plane is a card counter at blackjack and that is whole other story)

anyway this tingler comes at unique time as i have received many followers lately for way of raising money for charity or activism, and it is interesting to see what happens in social media world when they realize YES chuck likes to help out buds in need but also YES chuck likes to talk about high roller lesbian unicorns ending buds

find yourself a favorite author who can do both CHECK PLEASE

Lena hates the idea of a weekend in Vegas, but she’s willing to put on a smile and pretend for her friend Drimble’s bachelorette party in Sin City. When the ladies split up and start to gamble, Lena’s just too logical to play something where the odds are against her. But that’s when she stumbles upon the high roller poker room.

Now Lena is playing heads up poker with a gorgeous lesbian unicorn, walking the line between strategic table talk and flirting. Things come to a head when the beautiful unicorn pushes all in on Lena… and soon enough she’s pushing her tongue all in on Lena’s butt!

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on high roller unicorn action and lesbian love in Las Vegas.

(Originally released Nov 20th, 2019)

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HIGH ROLLER LESBIAN UNICORN GOES ALL IN ON MY BUTT

By Chuck Tingle

When most people pack for a weekend in Vegas, they’re overflowing with excitement, their mind flooded with all the different possibilities of what fate could be hiding just around the bend. It’s a magical place that we’ve collectively built up within our minds, complete with its own slogans and lore.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I’ve heard this a million times before, and right now the thought of it is filling me with dread. What if I don’t want anythingto happen?

I’m a very logical person, which is probably where my first mental roadblock lies when considering this whole crazy trip. I know how much the prices will be inflated out on the notorious “strip”, and I know gambling is nothing but an incredibly fast way to lose all of your money. I’m also not a huge drinker, and I don’t think I’ve ever danced in my life.

Really, there’s nothing for me out in the desert, except for the company of my friends.

A smile slowly begins to creep across my face as I continue to fold my clothes and put them away. I suppose my friends are worth the trip, Rachel in particular.

One of my best girls is getting married next month, and this is her bachelorette party. I can only thank god I wasn’t put in charge of planning the activities this weekend, because it would be hard for me to settle on anything other than a good book and a night in with the ladies.

The maid of honor had other ideas, though, and participating with as much excitement as I can possibly muster is the least I can do.

I finish packing and, right on cue, my phone rings.

“Hey,” I offer, answering it quickly. “Are you here?”

“Get your ass downstairs!” comes the shrieking voice of the Drimble, the maid of honor. “We’re going to Vegas!”

Behind her, I can hear the rest of the girls screaming in excitement, their cries overwhelming the phone receiver as I pull it away from my head. I stare at the phone, shocked by the amount of visceral energy headed my way, then immediately catch myself from stumbling into a pit of distain or frustration.

This is not my weekend, I remind myself. This is for Rachel.

I force my lips to smile and then, in the most cheerful voice I can possibly muster, offer an excited “coming!”

I hang up and grab my bags, heading down the stairs and erupting out through the front door of my apartment. I gasp when I see the enormous limousine parked out in the street, my friends waving to me from their crowded position half-emerged through the sunroof.

“What the fuck is this,” I stammer. “I knew we were driving but… this is a whole thing.”

“Drimble got us a limo!” Rachel announces.

I shake my head and climb in with the other ladies, still reeling from the news and coming to terms with just how crazy this weekend is going to get.

The limo pulls away and everyone starts to chat excitedly about the events to come. It’s a hell of a drive between Los Angeles and Vegas, but when you don’t have to watch the road it will probably fly by.

“This can’t be cheap,” I offer Drimble, leaning over to my friend. “How the fuck did you pull this off?”
 Drimble grins mischievously. “It’s nice, huh?”

“It’s a lot,” is all I can think to say. “A trip around town in one of these things costs a fortune, let alone around the next town over!”

Drimble laughs. “Promise me you won’t be talking about how much everything costs this whole weekend. First of all, I’ve got it. Second of all, that’s the last thing Rachel wants to be thinking about, so don’t bring up the price. Third of all…”

My friend trails off as I just stare at her blankly.

“What?” I finally blurt.

“Well, I was going to give you a stern talking to about how to enjoy yourself this weekend, but I know it’s not going to do any good,” Drimble explains.

A lot of people might be offended by this comment, but we’ve known each other long enough to accept the reality of the situation. Drimble knows I’m trying my best, but she also knows I’d much rather be curled up on the couch with a good book.

“Tell me,” I finally offer. “I’m really gonna try to have fun this weekend. You know I don’t like to party but, I’m gonna give it my best shot.”

“Third of all,” Drimble begins again. “Act like a high roller and you’ll be one. That’s how all of Vegas operates, it’s just a bunch of people pretending to be big shots for each other.”

“That’s terrible advice,” I counter. “If I act like a high roller at the blackjack table do you know what will happen? I’ll lose all my money in a single hand. This whole thing is a set up for us to lose while we think we’re winning! The house always wins!”

Drimble just rolls her eyes and lets out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry,” I finally continue.

“You know, the house doesn’t always win,” Drimble finally offers.

“They always have an edge. I’ve seen the odds charts,” I explain.

“Of course you have,” Drimble smirks. “Well then Lena, here’s some food for thought… don’t play the house. Play someone else.”
 “How would I do that?” I question.

“Poker,” my friend continues with a shrug. “The one game where the odds aren’t in the casino’s favor.”

I start to protest before hesitating slightly. The more I think about it, the more I realize she might actually be right.

The first evening quickly becomes a blur of flashing lights and ringing bells, the whole night blurring together in a cascade of fragmented images and events. I know we have dinner at a nice restaurant that Drimble somehow gets us half off at, then tickets to a show where Drimble negotiates upgraded to the front row. I watch all of this happen in real time, my friend simply strolling up to these counters and pretending that she belongs as the world seems to bow down around her.

Over the course of the day, I’ve learned that she somehow arranged a deal on that limo thanks to a mutual friend with the driver, and that the hotel we’re staying at is part of an upgrade program Drimble isn’t even a member of!

The more this weekend wears on, the more I’m starting to actually believe all the things she’s been saying.

Eventually, we end up at a table in some club where the chocolate milk orders start coming and don’t seem to ever stop. Soon enough, even I’m beginning to loosen up, but just as I start to find my groove the ladies decide to break things up and try their hands at a little gambling.

Soon enough, the whole gang of us is wandering through the casino as I lag just slightly behind, calling out warnings over everyone’s shoulder. “The house always wins!” I cry. “Big mistake! It seems fun right now, but in the morning you’ll regret it!”
 The rest of my friends just ignore me as they split off into groups, some of them heading towards a row of slot machines while the others make a home at the nearby craps table. I quickly find myself standing all alone, feeling more out of place than ever.

I take a deep breath and let it out, wondering what to do with myself. I know that I don’t want to gamble, that’s for sure, but maybe I can pass the time by checking out the world-renowned garden that is apparently hidden somewhere nearby. I turn and to head in that general direction, then suddenly stop.

There before me is a giant hanging sign that says two words in a bold white font: poker room.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to the slight pull that I suddenly feel, the draw of this hidden lair calling out to me in a powerful and unexpected way. Ever since Drimble mentioned the odds, the idea of sitting down for a little poker has certainly been lurking somewhere deep within my mind. As a highly logical person, the idea of calculating my moves and making the best decisions I possibly can is pretty intriguing, and I played more than enough hands as a youngster to know what I’m doing at the table.

Finally, I take a deep breath and head over.

A man at a small counter with several large, glowing screens behind him greets me. “Hi there, looking for a table?”

I nod. “Yeah.”
 “Then you’ve come to the right place. Unfortunately, at this hour we’ve only got one game going, but there’s a seat open if you’d like it.”
 “Sure, how much?” I question. “I’ve got a hundred.”
 The man frowns slightly, trying to let me down easy. “The game is one thousand dollars to buy-in, minimum.”

“Oh,” I blurt, almost bowled over backwards by this number. “That’s a lot.”

“It is,” the man behind the counter confirms. “If you’d like you can sit down at an empty table and I’ll start a hundred dollar game for you when enough players show up.”

“When do you think that’s gonna be?” I question.

The man glances at his watch, then winces. “I’d say about… two hours after sunrise.”

“That’s okay,” I reply, then turn to walk away.

Suddenly, something stops me in my tracks, a faint voice in the back of my mind calling out for adventure and excitement. I keep seeing visions of Drimble walking up and acting like she owns the place, and I keep seeing that work out in her favor.

Granted, this is a little different, and poker isn’t exactly something I’d like to take up a huge chunk of my life. I’m not going to pretend that a thousand dollars isn’t a lot to me, because it is, but maybe just this one time I can let myself have a little fun with it.

The thing is, if I do this then I need to do it right. I can’t go into this adventure with a mind that thinks I’m about to lose. I need to go in with the mindset that I’ve already won.

And I suppose, since being here for a weekend with my closest friends and having a hell of a time, I already have.

I turn back around and approach the man at the desk. “Actually, let’s do the thousand dollar table.”

I pay the guy behind the counter and he gives me a stack of chips, then leads me over to the only table going at this late hour. My gaze scans across the collection of other players, making mental notes about each and every one of them until, suddenly, my eyes come to rest on a sight that causes my breath to catch in my throat.

There, at the far end of the table, is the most beautiful unicorn I’ve ever seen, her glorious mane flowing as though some magical wind his blowing across her. Her fur is white with lush streaks of a pearly pink, sparkling majestically as though it’s been dusted by a generous helping of glitter.

I sit down in the one open seat and immediately the game continues on around me, two cards tossed out to every player.

I’m so entranced by the beautiful sight of the unicorn before me that I barely even notice when it’s my turn to act. In fact, my haze is only broken when the dealer calls out for me a second time, his gruff voice finally breaking through this trancelike veil.

“Oh, sorry,” I offer, pulling my two cards towards me and glancing down at them.

I’m shocked that I’ve actually got a reasonable hand, but with stakes this high I’m not quite sure reasonable is going to cut it. Instinctively, I start to push the cards away from me, folding them, then hesitate.

I remember my mission and the mentality that I need to bring to this trip. These may not be the best cards in the world, but they’re nothing to scoff at. Certainly not the kind of hand that a confident player would fold from this table position.

I could call here, but there’s really no reason to. Right now, it’s either toss them away because I don’t have the best odds, or raise because I do.

“I raise,” I suddenly announce, catching everyone’s attention.

I push a sizeable chunk of my chips out towards the middle of the table, then watch as the few players following behind me begin to toss their cards towards the dealer, quitting before they even begin. I’m trying my best to maintain a stoic poker face as this happens, but deep down inside I’m thrilled to see my brief moment of confidence paying off.

This cascade of folds stops at the gorgeous unicorn.

Once more, I find my attention focused squarely on this glorious creature, probably letting down my guard a lot more than I should. Right now I should be trying me best to read the slightest twitches of micro expressions that dance across her face, getting to the bottom of their mystery. Instead, I find myself entirely caught up in the face itself, the perfect symmetry of her unicorn head and that gracefully twisting ivory horn.

“I reraise,” the unicorn finally announces.

It takes every bit of strength I can muster to not react to this. The unicorn is clearly trying to tell me something here; to show that my hand might be good, but hers is better. I’m picking up this message loud and clear, but now that it’s my turn to act again, I’m wondering what I should do about it. The real question is: do I believe her?

“It’s okay to fold,” the unicorn suddenly says, playfully but also with a heaping spoonful of arrogance.

“Why would I fold?” I ask her, keeping my cool.

“Because, this is a big money table,” the unicorn continues. “I could hear you talking to the guy up front. You’re way out of your league.”

I don’t know what to say to this, she’s got me. Still, I refuse to let my cards go. Something about this interaction just seems a little off, like she’s not exactly playing it straight.

Simply telling someone to drop their cards is, after all, a little weird. There are a lot of layers at play here.

“It doesn’t really matter what league I’m in if my cards are better than yours,” I finally reply.

The second these worlds come tumbling out of my mouth I catch the beautiful unicorn across from me break slightly, a tiny flirtatious smile curling up the edge of her lips. At least, that’s what I think I see in this incredibly brief moment. To be honest, it’s hard to tell, especially with all this adrenaline pumping though my system.

“What’s your name?” the high roller unicorn questions.

“Lena,” I inform her. “You?”

“Megan,” the unicorn replies, then sits back in her chair. She’s showing off just how comfortable she is, oozing with confidence and swagger. “Well, Lena. If you’re so sure you have the best hand then why don’t you reraise? You’ve got enough to work with.”

I glance over at my enormous stack of chips. She’s right, but the money that’s already in this pot is no laughing matter, either.

“Reraise,” I finally say, pushing half of my chips forward. Five hundred dollars of my money is in the pot now.

Megan the unicorn high roller doesn’t even wait for a single second to pass by, instantly calling out two words that turn my blood ice cold. “All in.”
 “All in,” the dealer repeats back, tossing out a marker on the green felt of a table just to confirm what was said.

Alarm bells are going off in my head now, and it suddenly hits me what a terrible idea all of this was. The second I got into that limousine I knew I was in for a bad trip, and now look what I’ve gotten myself into.

“You look worried,” the high roller unicorn observes. “I thought you had the best hand.”

Right now, I could fold and walk away with the five hundred dollars I have left. The other option, of course, is to push onward and take my chances at winning the whole thing and doubling my money, but that requires a lot of confidence I’ve been sorely lacking.

I glance at my cards again and consider my options, trying my best to push all of the distractions out of my head and focus on what matters. I’m holding pocket queens, which is not terrible, but up against this unicorn’s all in play, it’s not looking so hot.

The thing is, you need to play against the player as well as the cards, and there’s definitely something up with Megan. They way she’s talking to me makes it seem like she wants me to keep pushing up against her, but that’s too damn obvious. The other layer of our interaction is telling me that she desperately wants me to fold, otherwise she wouldn’t be talking so much.

“I call,” I finally say.

The second I say this I can see Megan’s unicorn face flood with an expression of disappointment. “Fuck,” she says, flipping her cards over. “All I had was pocket tens.”

“Pocket queens,” I tell her, flipping my cards over.

There’s still plenty of hand left to be dealt, but since me and Megan are both all in, there’s nothing left for us to do but watch as our fate unfolds before us. The cards fall one by one, and none of them offer a shred of help to my unicorn opponent. When the dust settles, I’ve doubled my money and Megan has lost it all.

“Welp, that’s enough for the night,” the unicorn says, still smiling and gracious as she stands up from the table.

I feel like I should say something to her but I’m not exactly sure what it is. As the horned creature strolls past me, I suddenly find myself standing up to chase after her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

The unicorn laughs. “You’re not supposed to say that after you win fair and square.”

“I know, but…” I offer.

It suddenly hits me that I have nothing else to add here other than the fact I find this unicorn incredibly sexy. We are both frozen in silence now, eyeing each other up in a way that is undeniably tense.

Suddenly, our faces are drawing closer and closer together. My breath catches in my throat and the next thing I know me and the beautiful unicorn are kissing passionately.

When we finally pull away there’s a fire in our eyes, a desperation to take things farther.

“I just made a thousand dollars off you,” is all that I can think to say. “Let me treat you to something with it.”
 “Oh yeah?” the unicorn laughs. “Like what?”

“How about a high roller sweet?” I question.

Megan chuckles knowingly. “Those are gonna cost you a little more than one or two grand. Luckily, you’ve found yourself talking to somebody who is already staying on the top floor.”

The second we get inside the unicorn’s penthouse our clothes are coming off, torn away from anxious and excited bodies. The unicorn is perfectly toned, looking absolutely ravishing in the desert moonlight that streams through the floor to ceiling windows making up this central living area. This place is astonishing, a marvel of modern architecture, but right now my thoughts are elsewhere.

Right now, I’m taking Drimble’s advice and letting the party happen.

The next thing I know, our hands are roaming their way across each other’s nude forms. I start with her perky breasts and then gradually drop lower and lower down, tracing my fingers across the beautiful unicorn’s waistline. I tease her like this for a while, savoring this erotic power until, finally, the tension breaks as I slip my fingers across her wet pussy.

Megan lets out a soft whimper, tossing her mane back and neighing slightly as I begin to slowly massage her. I can feel her hips pumping back against me as I continue doling out the pleasure, allowing myself to fall into the rhythm of her body.

Soon enough, the unicorn is touching me like this as well, gentling rubbing my clit as we hold each other close. The sensation is completely overwhelming.

Finally, it’s just too much to take and I break away, grabbing my unicorn lover by the hand and leading her over to the enormous couch that sits staring out across the lights of the Las Vegas strip below. I push Megan back into the cushions, then seductively slide down onto my knees before her, kissing my way across her perfectly sculpted body.

When I finally get into position I immediately get to work, slowly dragging my tongue across her unicorn pussy. As I work, the beautiful high-roller opens her lets more and more, gently allowing me access to her most sensitive areas. I take my time with her, still paying close attention to the way that she pumps her hips and trying me best to match this erotic groove.

Soon enough, I’m slipping my fingers within, pumping them in a counter rhythm to the movements of my licking tongue. This combination of sensations appears to be working, because now the soft moans that have been falling out of the unicorn’s mouth have evolved into a blissed out mantra.

“Just like that, just like that,” Megan groans, getting louder and louder with every passing round. Soon enough she’s crying out at the top of her lungs, not a care in the world who hears us. “Just like that! Eat that fucking pussy like you mean it!”

She grabs the back of my head and pushes me deeper into her, clearly close to the edge and then suddenly toppling over. Immediately, the unicorn’s entire body is convulsing in a state of mighty climax, utterly beside herself with pleasure.

When Megan finally finishes she falls back into the couch cushions in a state of utter exhaustion. Of course, this relaxed feeling doesn’t last for long, and soon enough the unicorn is riding her second wind, pulling me up onto the couch next to her.

Megan positions me so that I’m in the doggystyle position, my ass popped out towards her as I wiggle it playfully from side to side.

“I went all on you at the poker table,” the gorgeous unicorn offers. “Now I’m gonna go all in on your ass.”

The high roller immediately dives deep, eating my butthole from behind while I squeal with excitement. The sensation is strange and unique, but ultimately quite satisfying. This is especially true when the unicorn starts to get her fingers involved with my clit once more, massaging me in quick yet delicate circles. She knows exactly what I need, and combined with the deep dives of her unicorn tongue into my butthole, I’m seconds away from the most powerful orgasm of my life.

“Oh my fucking god!” I suddenly scream, gripping the couch tight as I throw my head back and the scream of pleasure erupts from deep within me. I’m quaking hard, every muscle of my body expanding and contracting in unison.

When I finally finish I collapse into the cushions, panting hard. The high roller unicorn curls up next to me, the two of us embracing as we stare out across the city lights below.

“That was amazing,” I gush.

“Likewise,” Megan offers in return. “You have somewhere you need to be, or would you like to stay over?”

My flattered by her offer, suddenly realizing much more is going on here than just a one night stand. “I’m here with a bachelorette party this weekend, but tonight we’ve already split off for the evening so… I think I’d like to stay.”

“You sure?” the beautiful unicorn double checks.

I nod. “Trust me. If they could see me now, they’d be proud. I’m not really one to seize the day, or the night for that matter.”
 “Could’ve fooled me,” Megan offers.

“I already did downstairs,” I reply with a smile, pulling her close and kissing her deep.