[M][F] Your basic clichéd story about bad bets, ungrateful sisters, star port casinos, tentacle porn, and karma [Fantasy].

I’m not a bad guy. But I like gambling and Death-Ball and I’ve made a few bad wagers at the Tentacle-Porn-We-Will-Skull#@*$-You-To-Death-If-You-Don’t-Pay-Your-Debts All-Night Star Port Casino over the years.

Don’t look at me like that! My last big wager was a sure thing. I would have completely paid off my gambling debts. It’s not like I planned to sell my twenty-three-year old sister to one-eyed, tentacle aliens. When you put up your little sister as collateral on a sure-thing, it’s not even like you’re wagering her. The chance of Yivo the Undefeated choking to death on a peanut in the final Death-Ball match wasn’t a blip on the probability charts.

Let’s be honest though, what’s done is done. A man must live up to his obligations or he’s not much of a man. Am I right? I’m right. So, the thing is, they’re coming for my sister and while I’m no longer going to owe my soul to the casinos (thanks sis), I’m as broke as a non-Leonardo DiCaprio Dead Rabbit in civil war era New York City.

By the way, if you didn’t get that last reference, don’t worry. Not everyone can keep up with me when I get rolling. Like I said, though, what’s done is done.

In any case, paying off the casino debts is nice even if it’s not the way I wanted it to happen. But silver linings and clouds, you know.

The thing is this still leaves me broke, which is just about as bad as being in debt accept no one is going to use your eye sockets as a crude sexual canal. Instead, you’ll just wither away.

So, I thought if sis is going to be doing tentacle porn for the casino for the next forty or fifty years, would it be so bad if I took this last opportunity to put a little jingle into my bank account? Of course not! So, I decided to throw a going away Bukkake party for my sister with a hefty cover charge. I invited not just my friends, but pretty much everyone I knew in this shitty off the wormhole planet of ours.

No, I didn’t invite ma! I’m no monster. But as I was saying, when my sis arrives, she gives me this “are-you-fucking-shitting-me look” when I hand her the latex suit I got for the occasion. I had told her I needed her to work as a waitress for a little shindig I was throwing and I guess she expected some shitty waitress outfit, not a hot, expensive little latex number like this.

But she’s a sweetheart and takes the suit and sashays her pretty little bottom into the bathroom. While she’s in there changing, the head bouncer of the casino shows up. I’m like, “Fuck man, you’re early.” He’s a tough tentacled, spherical son-of-a-slug from Ruustan and I don’t want any problems, but the deal was, my sister would get repossessed tomorrow, not tonight. He’s going to screw it all up.

Then my sis comes out and she’s not wearing the latex suit. Instead, she walks up and Igrix wraps one beefy tentacle around her shoulder like he’s been doing it since the last solar eclipse and she stands up on her little orange-polished toes and gives the side of his … whatever it is … a kiss and says, “I didn’t believe you, but you were right.”.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out they set me up. It was pure out and out entrapment. So, to make a long story short, I ended up the star of the bukkake party and doing tentacle porn at the casino on a regular basis. I’m popular though. I’m told it won’t be more than fifteen years before I start getting a cut of what I bring in and in twenty-years, I’ll be free of my contract.

I still see my sister occasionally with Igrix. He’s no longer the head bouncer. Instead, he’s now the top Casino boss. My sis never stops and talks to me; she never comes to my shows. It’s like I don’t exist. Ungrateful bitch. Without me, I doubt she’s be wife of alien scum like Igrix.

What they don’t know is that I’ve got a line on a sure thing bet, so I expect to be free a lot sooner than they imagine.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6kuqfd/mf_your_basic_clichéd_story_about_bad_bets