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A Wild Hold'em Game

By: nastystoryguy



In somewhat of a departure from my usual style, the first part of this story is a long intro, in fact there is no sex of any sort in parts 1 or 2. Part 1 is about a poker game. If you find the poker part uninteresting you can skip over it. Any readers who enjoy Hold'em though, will probably like that part. Do be sure to read the details of the crazy bet at the end however.

Regards, Nasty

Now on to the story:

The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

I love to play poker. Hold'em to be precise. I play at casino's when I get a chance, but mostly in friendly games. Well, at least games with friends, some times they get pretty intense. Usually we play $2/4 (I'll try to give you a basic explanation of the game as I go, just in case you aren't familiar, if you know the game, please indulge me) so while big winners or losers could go up or down as much as $200 a night, most players are going to be within 50 bucks or so of even.

However, about every other month or so, I play with a group of friends who like to play for higher stakes. This particular night we were playing no limit $20/40 with a buy in set at a thousand dollars. One re-buy allowed. 

The group was six, myself, George the CPA who had his own firm and at whose house we were playing; John, the lawyer; Frank, the architect; Mark, the doctor; and Fred, the prick. Actually Fred was an insurance salesman, evidently a successful one, but sadly, the stereotypical one. In any case, he was the only guy in the group I didn't really care for, the rest were great friends.

Being the only single and unattached guy in the group I'd offered to host regularly, but the guys preferred to rotate. George was the only other single guy, but he had a very steady, steady.

Now without bragging too much, I'm pretty good at the game. When I play higher stakes I especially play hard and don't drink anything other than a beer or two. Most of the guys were decent players and it was usually a pretty competitive game with it more or less evening out over time. Sadly, Fred was the exception here too. Maybe one had to do with the other, but I don't really think so. Fred pretty much sucked at the game and consistently lost. I couldn't remember the last time he'd walked away a winner. 

Anyway, this particular night I'd been hot. I'd had very good cards and had played smart. I was up about $2,500 so I had a total around $3,500 on the table. In fact everyone was down other than me. Mark was down about $400, George about $300, John and Frank each down about $100, and then there was poor old Fred. He only had about $400 left of his second buy-in, so he was down about $1,600. I was pretty much winning everyone's money that night.

It was getting late and the night was clearly winding down when it happened. I was in the big blind (meaning I was automatically in for $40) and was dealt a 2 and a 5 of diamonds, not a good hand at all. However, John, Mark and Fred just called so I got to see the flop for free (the first round of three community cards dealt face up).

I have a pretty good poker face and I must have managed to hold it, but the flop was an ace, 3 and 4 of diamonds. I already had a straight flush and unless the next two cards were both big diamonds it, was impossible for me to lose! 

Frank had been the little blind and folded, so I was first to play. I decided to slow play (act as if I had little or nothing). Mark bet $100. John and Fred called, in that order. I was afraid if I raised I'd scare everyone out since I'd been so hot. I figured winning a small pot was better than nothing, so I called too. 

The turn card (fourth up card) was a K, but of spades this time. Now I had the nuts for sure (nuts is the best possible hand) and it couldn't change. I was still first to act so I checked again. 

Mark had a bit of a grin. He looked at Fred and said "How much you got left Fred" (you see in Hold 'em you can only bet as much as you have at the beginning of the hand, you can't add chips once the cards are dealt).

Fred was fidgety and I figured he had a pretty good hand. He was counting.

"$320" he announced.

"Okay, I'm putting you all in" was Mark's bet.

Now I was pretty sure they both had good hands, we all looked at John.

"Call" announced John as he tossed in his $320.

"I'm in" said Fred confidently. At this point he had no reason to pretend he had anything other than a great hand, in fact quite the opposite.

'Poor bastard' I thought, since I knew he was going to lose.

George was dealing and turned the river card, it was the K of hearts.

Wow! Now the diamond flush was in play as well as Aces, Kings and full houses. The way the other three had acted I figured they each had something really good too.

It was time for me to bet. 

"$500" I said, tossing in the chips.

Without hesitating Mark raised, "Another $500" he said.

"Damn! Too rich for me was John's response.

Fred looked like he wanted to find some chips on the floor to bet with. I assumed he had a boat (full house) with aces and kings, though I didn't know which was up.

With no further reason to hold back I broke into a big smile, "I'm all in buddy!"

I slid my stack of chips forward.

"You fucking asshole! You are so God damn lucky!" Mark barked, but good naturedly.

"I fold" he grumbled. He knew he was beat.

I started to reach for my cards to toss them up, but before I could Fred yelled, "Wait!"

No one else said anything. Maybe they were too astonished, or maybe they figured it was my place since it was my pot.

I hesitated because I was certainly stunned, and knowing I couldn't lose, wondered what the Hell he might be up to.

"What the Hell for?" I finally managed to get out.

"I've got a proposition for you. You guys beat my pants off regularly. I've got a great hand, give me a chance to win back some of my money!" he said, as if that was an option.

"Jesus Fred, maybe you lose so much because you haven't even learned the basic rules of the game! What the Hell are you talking about? You're out of money!" I replied incredulously.

(We play table stakes so you are out of money, you get to finish the hand, but only for how much you have to bet. Period!)

"I'll offer you something to let me back in the pot!" he was nearly whining.

I hesitated only because, as I've said, I couldn't lose.

"Well Fred, first of all, it's against the rules! And second, what could you possibly offer that would entice me to even give you a chance. Besides, the rest of the guys wouldn't allow it, you know that!" I said somewhat curious as to what he had in mind.

"Look, we're heads up, they won't care what we do. And I'll make it worth while for you!" he implored. He obviously had a hand he was positive was a winner, probably a full house aces over kings.

God knows what possessed me, but I looked around the table and said, "So what'da say guys?"

There was mostly mumbling, but they were obviously curious too. The sentiment was clearly that it was up to me.

"Okay Fred, lets hear it. This has to be good!" I laughed.

"My wife! I'll get her to give you a blow job if you win! If not I get the pot!"

Now I was positive he had the boat with aces over kings, and he was such a poor player, he thought it was the nuts. He didn't even see the possible straight flush. 

Now since we'd played at each guy's house a few times, I'd met all the wives. And I'd admit that Fred's wife is hot, as in H O T! But perhaps it was because of being married to Fred, or maybe it was WHY she was married to him, she was one haughty bitch! She had always pretty much treated me like shit, as if she and Fred where so much better than me. I think she thought being an insurance salesman was a much higher station in life than a beer peddler!

But this was absurd! I laughed hard, so did most of the other guys!

"Fred! First of all, I have no problem getting women. I'm single remember! And while I'd readily admit you wife is a sexy broad, I've got around $3,500 on the table, I don't think ANY blowjob is worth that!" I laughed harder and harder!

What an asshole!

"Besides" I went on, "there's no way she'd do that!"

He was starting to piss me off. No matter what, how could he offer his wife up as a bet?

For whatever reason he was really desperate. I was beginning to think he need Gambler's Anonymous!

"Yes, yes she will! I guarantee it! If a blow job isn't enough, what is?" he went on.

I glanced around the table, which had gone totally silent.

"Fred, you're full of shit! Turn over your cards and lets see who won the main pot!" I said resigned to ending this. (Fred was only in for the amount he'd bet, so most of the pot was mine even if he'd beat me, which of course, he hadn't)

"NO, NO! Really, what would it take for you to put up the whole pot?" he continued.

I have to admit, he'd peaked my interest. Since I knew he couldn't beat me, and I thought his wife was so hot, my prurient mind was going a million miles an hour, but I knew it was a total fantasy, Cindy would never go along with anything like this!

On the other hand, he was starting to REALLY irritate me, so I came up with some so outlandish I knew it would finally shut him up.

"Okay you're in the pot. Here is my offer. Your wife spends an entire weekend with me. Friday evening until Sunday evening. She does whatever, and I mean whatever I ask. Suck, fuck, and more! You probably know I can be pretty kinky Fred. Fucking her up the ass will be mild! AND if she refuses ANYTHING I ask, you still owe me the money. NO! Double the money!" I threw down the gauntlet.

The silence was palpable. These guys knew I could get quite kinky. I'm definitely not a 'kiss and tell' guy, but they'd all known me well enough and long enough to have a good insight into my sex life. And I could be pretty damn kinky, believe me!

Fred turned positively pale, but he finally said, "Okay your on!"

I couldn't believe it!

Finally I was able to speak, "Fred, this is total bullshit. Cindy will NEVER agree to this and you know it!"

"Yeah, yeah, she will! I promise!" he sniveled.

Finally it dawned on me.

"Fred, do you need the money that bad?" I asked much more kindly.

I may not like the guy, and I can be a real ass when I'm in the mood, but I'm not without compassion.

He hung his head and nodded yes.

"Come on Fred, we're all friends. Let's call it a night and I'll lend you five grand. You pay me back when you can." I said with what I thought was sympathy. 

He looked up with a fire in his eyes I'd never seen. 

"I'm not a charity case you know!" he nearly yelled.

"Is it a deal or not?" he barked.

That did it! Humiliating this little shit, and even a remote possibility of having my way with his wife was too much for me to pass up! Since I couldn't possibly lose, the fact that the amount of money we were talking about was still way out of proportion for a weekend of sex that I regularly got for free was irrelevant. 

In the even voice that somehow comes over me when I get really, really pissed, I said, "Okay Fred, here is the deal. You have a bet, but I still don't believe for one second that Cindy will do this, so, George is going to go get a promissory note and fill it out for twice the pot. You're going to sign it and John is going to hold it. Then, we'll show our cards. If you win, the pot's yours and we're done. But if I win, your going to call Cindy on John's speaker phone and explain to her what you've just done. If she doesn't agree, or she backs out, or she refuses ANYTHING I demand of her next weekend, YES NEXT weekend, John gives me the note and I guarantee I'll collect it!"

Even though the fantasy of this was appealing, I had purposely gone overboard. I was positive the dumb fuck would come to his senses and bring an end to this. Besides, I was truly positive no matter what Fred did, Cindy would say not just no, but Hell no!

I glanced around, but only for a second. The rest of the group was totally incredulous! I looked back at Fred and he looked like a cornered animal. 

I was dumbfounded when he only hesitated an instant.

"Deal!" he said in a shaky voice.

He stuck out his hand and after a moment's hesitation, I shook it.

"George, would you please draw up a note?" I asked calmly.

George looked at Fred and asked, "Fred, are you really sure about this?"

Fred just nodded his head again, without looking up.

George shrugged and disappeared for about ten minutes returning with a document. He laid it in front of Fred along with a pen. Fred signed it and handed it back. George gave it to Mark and Frank and asked them each to witness it, which they did with obvious reluctance. Then George handed it to John.

John spoke, "Fred, you understand that as an officer of the court, I have no choice in what happens after this. Are you positive this is what you want to do?"

Fred nodded again.

"Sorry Fred, I need you to say yes or no" was John's response.

"Yes, I understand" Fred replied. 

"Fred! It's seven thousand dollars for God's sake!" John said in disbelief. 

I was so angry that Fred would be such an asshole that I was in my own asshole mode.

"Okay dickhead, turn over your cards, then call your wife!" I blurted.

Then I got up and went to get the phone.

When I came back with the cordless speaker phone Fred still hadn't shown his cards. I game him one last chance, which he didn't really deserve.

"Fred, fold now and it's all over. If not, you called, turn over your cards" I said, still expecting this nuttiness to end.

Nope. His hand went out slowly, picked up his cards, and turned them face up on the table. He had the pair of aces I'd assumed. Full house, aces over kings.

He actually broke into a grin. No one else at the table did. They'd all played against me too long, and understood the game too well.

I flopped my cards and I thought Fred was going to faint.

"Call Cindy" I said without remorse.

I'd given him every chance and he'd taken none of them. I didn't feel one bit sorry for him, but figured when he called his wife, she'd probably kill him and that would be that. I even intended to have John tear up the note, but not until I made Fred squirm. At this point I was satisfied to make the asshole miserable for a few minutes, the money wasn't really an issue. 

Fred just stared at the phone as it were a poisonous snake!

"Come on Fred, a deal's a deal. You aren't going to welsh are you?" I couldn't help but turn the knife. 

He reached to pick up the receiver.

"No Fred, on speaker so we can all hear!" I said determined to teach this prick a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

"And Fred, you tell her all the details. All of them. I want to hear you use the phrase, 'suck, fuck and more' Better tell her about the anal sex too!" I was being merciless.

Looking around I could see the other guys thought I was going way too far, but at that point I just didn't care. That anyone could be such a scumbag was enough for me to debase him as much as possible. 

Fred pushed the speaker on button and dialed. In rang a few times and an obviously sleeping Cindy finally answered.

"'llo?" she said groggily. 

"Uh, honey, it's me. I need to tell you something" Fred stuttered.

"What? What time is it anyway?" she said slowly waking.

Before Fred continued Cindy went on, "Fred! What's wrong?"

Fred took a deep breath and then plunged ahead, "Well, I just lost a big bet to Scott, a really big bet. I had to sign a note for $7,000"

"WHAT!" she screamed, "FRED, how could you? You promised me you wouldn't do this again!  We can't afford that!"

Then it must have occurred to her there must be more to it still, "Fred, why are you calling me in the middle of the night to tell me this? Are you on a speakerphone?"

She was evidently fully awake now. You know how you can tell if the person on the other end of a call is using a speakerphone from the echo effect.

"Yes, yes I'm on a speakerphone. That's part of the deal. Now listen a minute. There is a way out of this. If we agree, Scott will tear up note" he said in a halting voice.

"WE? What do WE have to do?" she asked with clear apprehension.

Another deep breath and a pause before Fred went on, "Well, you actually. You have to agree to spend the weekend with Scott, fucking and sucking him. Anything he wants actually, including anal sex. And if you quit before it's over, we still owe the money.:

As he finished the air visibly went out of him. I was flabbergasted, I could never imagine a man saying that to his wife, especially in front of a group of other men.

There was a long silence on the other end, then a very angry Cindy said, "YOU SON OF A BITCH! You bet ME in a poker game! Get your fucking ass home RIGHT NOW!"

And with that you could hear her slam down the phone.

Without a word, Fred got up and shuffled to the door.

I shouldn't have done it, but I did. I called after him, "Fred, I need to know your answer by Wednesday, I'll have to make some arrangements. Oh, and Fred, don't forget to tell Cindy she won't be fucking a pencil dick like you!"

I can be SUCH an asshole when I get pissed.

I should probably explain that last comment. I have a big cock. I mean a really big cock. A REALLY, REALLY big cock. It can be both a blessing and a curse. I've been teased about it since I was a kid. I'd played pick up round ball with all these guys at one time or another and they'd all seen me in the locker room shower. Fact is, most guys don't notice other guys cocks, but they do notice mine. It's that big, even soft, much more so hard. In any case, these guys all knew I was well endowed, including Fred. I didn't remember anything about Fred size-wise, one way or the other, so he was probably pretty average. That DOES make him a pencil dick by comparison.

The door closed and the rest of us just sat there for a minute.

Finally I spoke up, "Guys, I apologize. I let that get way out of hand. I think I ought to go and stay away from this game for at least a while."

I truly felt bad, these guys were my friends.

It was Mark who spoke next, "Yeah, it went a little far, but shit Scott, you gave him every chance to put an end to it. I can't believe what a jerk Fred was! Don't be too hard on yourself. If someone should drop out of the game, it's Fred."

"Well, thanks, but I still feel bad. I think I'll head out now" I said softly.

"Yeah, let's call it a night, but Scott, Mark's right, it was Fred who drove the thing. Besides, who wouldn't like a piece of Cindy" George said with a snide chuckle.

There were laughs around and nods, and general agreement that Fred had been the real ass. It made me feel a little better.

"I don't think that's really very likely" I laughed.

"What are you going to do about the money?" John asked. As the one holding the note it was his responsibility.

"I don't know yet" I said. I did know, but I didn't want word to get back to Fred, I wanted him to sweat.

And with that we broke up and all went home. 

The game had been on Saturday night. Monday morning as I was barely out of bed my phone rang. That was pretty unusual. 

"Hello!"

A soft voice on the other end said, "Scott, hi, it's Fred. Uh, could you stop by our house this evening and talk with Cindy and me?"


A Wild Hold'em Game Ch. 02



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

I went through the day wondering just what the Hell this little meeting would be like. Despite being positive that it simply wasn't going to happen, I couldn't stop fantasizing about Cindy, even though she is such a bitch. In fact that was probably adding to it, if by some miracle this came to pass I would certainly take her down a peg or two. I'm telling you the woman is a looker, and built like the proverbial 'brick shit house'!

I intentionally arrived about 15 minutes late. I was still furious at Fred over this whole thing, but felt like it had gone far enough. While I planned to make him even more miserable first, I intended to let them off the hook. It was obvious Fred couldn't afford this and while fantasizing about Cindy had been fun, this was tantamount to coercing her into having sex with me, which just isn't my style. 

I rang the bell and Cindy answered the door. She really is pretty. If she smiled instead of half scowled all the time, and would go a bit lighter on the makeup, you might even call her beautiful. She looked irritated.

She also looked sexy as Hell. I'd never before seen her dressed quite as she was. She had on a top, that while wasn't very tight, had an extremely low, scooped neckline that showed lots of cleavage and made it clear that her tits were very large indeed. At least a 36 D I guessed, maybe even DD.

Rather unceremoniously and without so much as a 'Hello' she said, "Come in."

She turned and walked away, leaving me to close the door. This did give me an opportunity to watch her fantastic ass, which was encased in a very tight pair of stretch pants showing no visible panty line, sway across the room. Far more sway than the way I'd seen her walk in the past.

"You're late" she added as she walked.

I couldn't figure out what the fuck her appearance and behavior were about. Perhaps she was going to tell me to go to Hell, as I expected, and just wanted me to know what I was missing.

In any case her attitude, which was even more arrogant and snotty than usual, was quickly pissing me off all over. You'd think that facing the choice she had or coming up with seven grand, you'd at least be polite to the person holding the cards, to use an apt expression.

Fred was sitting in a chair nursing a drink and looking very haggard. It appeared he hadn't had much sleep recently. I imagined that Cindy had been ragging on him non-stop since Saturday night. Fred just looked up and grunted "Hi." He didn't get up.

Cindy sat as she picked up a half full wine glass. She looked at me and without much enthusiasm said, "Help yourself if you'd like a drink" gesturing to the bar.

I was starting a slow simmer. The generous mood I'd had when I arrived was quickly evaporating. If these two didn't lose their attitudes soon I intended to make them pay for it. I went to the bar and poured myself some of Fred's expensive scotch. I had to keep repeating in my mind, "Stay cool!, Stay cool!"

I sat down across from them and took a slow sip, then, "So, what do you two want to talk about?"

It instantly became clear that Cindy was going to do the talking, "I'd think that would be obvious!"

Her tone was imperious and I was getting more and more angry.

"Of course it's obvious, I mean SPECIFICALLY what do you want to talk about" I replied, not completely restraining my anger. 

"First off, I don't think the note Fred signed is enforceable, and secondly what you are suggesting in lieu of payment is an illegal activity" she said with a sneer.

I was one step from changing my mind completely and making them pay one way or the other, but with the attitude that Cindy was demonstrating, knocking her down a peg or ten was starting to sound pretty damned appealing. 

"If you don't think the note is valid, call John and ask him. I think you'd agree he's a highly competent attorney and wouldn't have been a party to this if it were otherwise. As for the legality of the alternative 'payment', I did not suggest it, Fred offered. If there is any illegality here, I think it would be called soliciting. So let's not stand on a lot of formality, or veiled threats, okay!" I said forcefully.

For the first time Cindy seemed to even acknowledge Fred, and with a withering glare. I wondered if he twisted the story so that I'd suggested the sex rather than him. 

Frankly, I wasn't sure if she had a valid point or not, but I really did believe that John wouldn't have let us do the note if it was not legal and as for what did, I suppose, border on prostitution, they would certainly be in more legal hot water then me, at least I thought so. 

And like in poker, this seemed like a good time for a bluff, "And if all this became an issue, I'd think the press would have a field day. It seems more like to have a negative effect on a married insurance professional that a lowly old beer salesman!" 

I could see that hit home.

"Fred, I thought you said that Scott made this offer?" she said coolly.

I could see Fred squirming and before he had a chance to speak I jumped in, "Fred presented an offer, I simply told him it wasn't enough to offset the amount of money at stake. He asked what would be then and I told him what I thought."

If looks could kill, Fred would have been stone dead that instant.

Cindy glared at him and said, "Is that true Fred?"

Fred just nodded his head yes and wouldn't look at either of us. 

Cindy turned to face me. Obviously a bit taken aback and not quite so arrogant suddenly.

"So specifically, what would you expect me to do?" she said hesitantly.

"Cindy, first lets be clear. Fred can simply pay me the $7,000 and we'll all be done with this affair" I said reasonably.

I thought she was going to cry, but then she stiffened. Evidently there is quite a bit of mettle in the woman.

"Scott, we simply can't afford that kind of money" she said resignedly. 

"You could pay it over time" I said, even more softly, 

"Look", I went on, "the original bet was for $3,500. I'll call it even for that!"

"Scott", she said gently, clearly thankful for the fact I was being so reasonable, "we can discuss the alternatives in a bit, but first I'd like to hear exactly what I'd have to do to 'liquidate' this bet."

I couldn't quite figure out what was going on, I'd given them a reasonable out and yet she still wanted to hear details. Well, I was getting soft again, starting to feel sorry for Cindy, and actually Fred too, but I was going to make her pay for the way she'd acted earlier.

"Cindy, I heard Fred tell you the essence of it over the phone, and I can't imagine you haven't grilled him about it ever since. You tell me what you think I expect!" I said.

I could see I'd generated the reaction I'd hoped for. She was actually squirming in her seat and blushing too. This was going to require her to speak using language that was quite foreign to her evidently, and to someone she preferred to think herself as superior to.

I couldn't totally suppress a small grin. I just waited. 

She swallowed hard, cleared her throat and started, "Well, uh, you evidently expect a weekend of sex. Starting on Friday and not ending until Sunday."

"Yes. What kind of sex?" I said, warming to how this was going. At least I was getting SOME enjoyment out of this.

I looked over at Fred and as far as I could tell he hadn't moved. He just sat there with his head in his hands.

"Well, uh, intercourse and oral, and uh, mm" she stammered, unable to think of a polite euphemism for what was next "and anal as well."

"What else did Fred tell you?" wondering if he'd mentioned my size as I'd told him, but I was willing to wait until later to find out for sure.

"He said something about 'kinky'. Would you have 'whips and chains' in mind" she said this last with a very nervous little chuckle, trying to dismiss it I supposed. 

I thought I was beginning to get an inkling of what she was up to and decided to play along.

As deadpan as I could, I answered, "I've always found chains too clumsy. Ropes and leather are far more practical." 

She visibly blanched at that, it was all I could do not to laugh. 

"Whips?" she croaked.

"Look Cindy, to make it a bit easier on you, we'll limit any punishment sessions to bare handed, plus the more mundane sex toys like nipple clamps and butt plugs!" I said crassly, wanting to make her us uncomfortable as possible.

"How do I know you won't just make it so hard on me I can't finish and then still want the money?" she said, quite gravely. Indicating that she was actually seriously considering going through with this. 

In the most honest and trustworthy manner I have, which is pretty good actually, "Cindy, you'd have to trust me, but I promise, I won't do that. I won't let you be injured in any way and, do you know what a 'safe word' is?"

She blushed a very bright red this time. Damn, the bitch had some kind of S/m experience in her past! She just nodded.

"Well, you'll have one and I promise I will totally honor it! Hell Cindy, you'll probably even enjoy a good part of it!"

"I see" she said with a look of deep concentration on her face.

"Scott, there's one more question I have?" she said.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Fred said you are, um, that you are well endowed?" she asked.

I laughed, "Cindy honey, 'well endowed' doesn't even begin to describe it!"

She tried to hide it, but there was a momentary little twinkle of excitement in her eyes at my response. Now I was almost positive I knew what she was up to. It was time to find out and bring this nuttiness to a head, one way or the other.

"Look guys, I think this has gone far enough. How about if I just agree to tear up the note Fred signed and we all walk away now?" I said sincerely.

For the first time Fred reacted. He looked up and while his mouth hung open in disbelief there was a light in his eyes that had been lacking until that moment. He was about to speak when Cindy cut him off with a look and her own answer.

"I'll not have MY husband called a welsher!" she stated emphatically. 

I then was positive why she was serious about going through with this. The asshole had made this bet and she was going to teach him a lesson by making him live with the consequences. I began to think she might actually be hoping to enjoy herself, but had wanted to find out just how much 'kink' was going to be involved before committing. 

All the air had gone back out of Fred and his head was in his hands again. I guessed he'd known all along where she was headed.

She took a deep breath and straighten, "Scott, I'll be at your house this Friday at seven!"

"Look guys, I'm not going to say no to a weekend of kinky sex with as sexy a broad as Cindy, but I'm giving you one final opportunity to walk away. If you agree to go through with this, once I walk out the door tonight, either you show up and keep the commitment, or I collect the seven grand. Now, one last time. Are you sure?"

I knew I was taking a big chance by doing this, but the trade off would be of HUGE value.

A pause, another deep breath, then "WE are sure!" she said.

"Okay, see you Friday" and with that I set down my barely touched drink and let myself out.

As I drove home I couldn't help think, "Shit, I wonder if she REALLY is going to do it. If she does, it's going to be a Hell of a weekend!"

I didn't have a lot of important matters to attend to that week. A fair bit of busy work, but nothing requiring serious concentration. It was a good thing, since about the only thing I could think about was Cindy and the coming weekend. My devious mind spent almost every waking hour thinking of torments to inflict and pleasures to extract. I thought about various approaches to the big picture as well. Devising many, then narrowing it to a few and by Friday, finally settling on one. Oh naturally I intended to see that she got some very pleasurable fucking out of it too, but had decided that I'd make her both wait and earn it first. I always like to send a woman away with some unique memories and wanting more. 

I'm a believer that a man with a truly large cock, who really knows how to use it, can pretty much spoil a woman for a guy with a regular cock in the future. I intended to do my best to accomplish exactly that. It would be the price Fred would have to pay for being such a total jerk and asshole. If he was willing to let her try some strange stuff, he'd just have to risk the consequences. 

I still figured it was 50/50 at best that she'd show. Nevertheless I was all ready when 7:00 rolled around on Friday. 7:00 came and went and just about the time I figured she'd back out after all, the doorbell rang. It was her. It was nearly 7:20, I wondered what that would portend. 

"I'm so sorry to be late. The traffic was terrible and it took a lot longer to get here than I thought" she said nervously. 

If she was going to leave her attitude at the door, that would be a good thing. I'd be nice too.

"Don't worry about it, Friday's are often like that out this way" I said easily.

She smiled slightly and you could see some of the tension flow out of her. She still appeared pretty uptight. She'd dressed casually, wearing jeans and a casual blouse, but still looking sexy. She probably figured she wouldn't have them on much, which was true.

"I brought a few things" she said indicating a small overnight case she was carrying.

"Come on, I'll show you around" I said taking the bag.

I showed her the guest room and bath and told her to make herself at home in there, intending to let her sleep there alone, the first night. Then I showed her the rest of the place, especially the master bedroom suite. I purposely hadn't left any 'toys' in sight. I didn't want her run out the door before we even got started.

After I showed her around I wanted her to have a few minutes to relax before we started. 

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked her, "Or something stronger if you like?"

"Wine would be nice. Chardonnay if you have it" she said, clearly happy at the offer.

"I do, make yourself comfortable" I said as I went to pour some and grab myself a beer.

During a serious S/m session I have a strict rule against alcohol, but I had no intent of tonight being anything like that, plus I thought it would do her a lot of good to relax. 

When I returned she was sitting on the sofa. I handed her the wine and sat across from her, needing to discuss a few things. 

"Cindy, you've done a little S & m before, haven't you?" the way I said it, she knew it wasn't really a question.

She looked a little surprised, but didn't play games, "Yes, how did you know?"

"The way you reacted when I asked you about a 'safe word' on Monday"

"Oh" was all she said.

"Tell me about it" I said.

She hesitated.

"It will be better for you, if I know about your prior experiences. Look, there is something else you need to know, so you can trust me. No matter WHAT happens here this weekend, I won't tell a sole about it. I just don't do that. Not even Fred, what you choose to tell him is up to you."

"What about the other guys from the poker game?" she asked. This was clearly an issue for her.

"Not a word. I do think it's inevitable that they'll know you went through with it, after all they heard Fred call you too, but other than telling John that you did or didn't fulfill the bet so he knows what to do with the note, that's it. They'll just have to guess!" I said ending with a smile. 

She smiled too "Well, it was way before I met Fred. A guy I went with in college and I experimented with a little bondage. Nothing heavy really."

"That's it?" I probed.

"A little spanking too, nothing more than that" she said shyly.

"What did you think of the spanking?" I delved deeper.

Even more shyly and looking down, "It was okay."

I decided to let it go at that.

I gave her my standard safe word pair. 'Yellow' for slow down, 'Red' for stop. I explained that if things got too intense for her and she said "Yellow" I'd significantly ease up, but not necessarily stop. If she really needed me to stop altogether she was to say "Red". I told her again I had no intention of hurting her and that I was experienced enough at this that I was positive she wouldn't need her stop word, but assured her if for any reason she did I would stop everything immediately. 

Because of the bet, I explained further, there were some caveats so she wouldn't abuse the use of her safe words and just use them to avoid doing something she simply didn't feel like. She could only use "Yellow" a total of three times, then she was out of slow down words, leaving only stop. If she used stop twice, the second time we were through and she would leave, but she and Fred still owed me the money.

She nodded agreement. I thought that was lenient enough to give her some breathing room, but tough enough that she wouldn't use them unless she was truly reaching her limits. 

She'd finished her wine.

"Any questions?" I asked her.

"Well, mmm" she paused.

"Go ahead, it's fine. What?" I said.

She looked down then finally up and our eyes met.

"Scott, are you really, uh, you know, do my bottom?" she finally managed to get out.

I laughed, "Yeah sweetheart, I am most certainly going to fuck that lovely ass of yours!"

"I don't think I can take that!" she said very softy.

"Sure you can Cindy, besides I told you I'm not going to injure you. It may hurt a bit, but I'll go slow and easy" I tried to reassure her.

"It's just that, well, no one's ever done that to me before" she said with great apprehension.

OH GOD! This was too good to be true. I was going to get her anal cherry!

"I imagine that won't be your only new experience this weekend!" I chuckled.

She didn't say anything further.

"Ready to start" it wasn't really a question.

She blushed, but nodded yes.

"Stand up and undress" I said.

She stood. I could definitely still see a little fear, and quite a bit of apprehension in her face. I wondered if there wasn't a hint of excitement too!

And so we began. Me sitting in the chair as she started to unbutton her blouse. 

To be continued...

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A Wild Hold'em Game Ch. 03



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She slowly unbuttoned, then removed her blouse, exposing a lace bra that contained very large tits indeed. I was sure they must be DD's now. She'd kicked off her shoes while sitting and left them there, so that left only her jeans and I assumed panties, in addition to her bra. I wondered which she'd do first.

She reached down and undid the waist button on her jeans then slowly slid down the zipper. The pants were so tight she had to do some wiggling to get them over her nice full, round hips. That was pretty erotic. Since I was sitting and looking up at her, as she bent forward to slide them down her shapely legs and step out of them, I got a much better view of her cleavage. Man, what great tits! I began to add to my plans.

When she straightened back up, her dark bush was visible through her sheer panties. As I'd always suspected, she was not a natural blond. My first ad lib solidified. She was clearly getting into it, she did a little shimmy and then a spin and a half. With her back to me she reached back and undid the clasp on her bra. Holding the cups over those massive tits and letting the straps dangle, she turned back to face me. Very, very slowly she let the bra slide off her tits, finally exposing their beauty to me. She smiled and swung the bra around twice before tossing it at me. It landed in my lap.

She put her hands on her hips and shook back and forth. Her tits wobbled quite provocatively. My cock was starting to stiffen and would be wanting attention very soon.

After a moment she turned her back to me again and started to slide her panties down those long legs. She bent at the waist keeping her knees locked. When she reached her ankles she deftly stepped out of them and tossed them aside. Without straightening up, she spread her legs a ways apart, giving me a spectacular view.

As I stood and moved towards her, she too stood straight and turned to face me yet again. When I reached her, I cupped one of her huge orbs in each hand and hefted them. The were extremely full and heavy. Very firm. They were simply too large to completely defy gravity, but there was nothing you would describe as sag, rather they just hung down slightly. I thumbed her very large, dark nipples. They were the largest areolas I'd ever seen.

She closed her eyes and moaned gently. 

"You are a very beautiful woman!" I said softly.

She smiled as she reopened her eyes.

"Thank you" she said without pretense.

Here was a woman who had a great deal of self confidence and knew how beautiful she was. This was going to be a marvelous two days!

"Come" I said, holding my hand out to her.

She took it and followed without resistance.

"Where are we going?" she asked evenly.

I chuckled, "To the bathroom, to remove your bush!"

She had a very full bush, which I actually don't mind a bit, but I do love a bald cunt and wanted the pleasure of shaving it for her!

She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Scott! I can't go back home like that!" she exclaimed.

I stayed calm, but very forcefully said to her, "Look! The more you cooperate with me, the easier this weekend is going to go for you. If you give me a hard time, you will regret it! Now, one way or the other I'm going to denude your cunt! Do you want to do it the easy way or the hard way?"

Then more softly, and to make a point, "Look, if you're worried about going home to Fred with a shaved pussy, think about why you're here in the first place!"

It was almost as if a light went on for her. "Good point!" she said. 

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to all this" she said softly.

"I know, now come" 

She resisted no further. 

We entered the bedroom. I had her lay back on the bed and spread her legs, with her ass just hanging over the edge. I went to the bathroom and got a hot wet towel, some shaving cream and a safety razor. I laid the towel on her crotch and let it soak for a few minutes to soften the hair. Then I smeared shaving cream all over, spending far more time and motion than was actually required for the task. Finally, I began to shave her, wiping the razor on the towel after each stroke. When I got to shaving right up to her cunt, I warned her to hold very still. I pulled and stretched her cunt lips, first one, then the other. Making sure to get every little hair. By the time I finished her ass and cunt were completely void of any stubble whatsoever. She was a smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom.

I went back and got a fresh wet cloth and cleaned up the remaining cream. She looked fantastic. I love how naked cunts look, but I truly thought hers was especially beautiful.

I fingered her a bit until she started to squirm and moan. By the time I stopped her juices were definitely flowing. 

"Now it's time for you to meet your companion for the weekend" I joked.

She looked puzzled and apprehensive.

"Undress me" I directed.

She giggled and smiled, understanding my reference.

I kicked off my shoes and stood so she could accomplish her assigned task. She began by unbuttoning, then removing my shirt. She paused to rub her hands all over my broad chest, spending time playing with my nipples much as I had hers. Finally she moved on to unbuttoning my jeans (I always wear 501', the kind with the button fly). She slid them down and off my legs, removing my socks at the same time. I stood there in just my boxers. My semi erect cock making a rather sizable tent already.

She hesitated, then reach out and traced the outline of my cock through the silky material, which simply caused it to grow even more. At last she hooked her thumbs in my waistband and began to lower my shorts.

I looked down. I love to see the initial reaction when a woman observes my cock for the very first time. 

As she exposed it, her eyes got wide. Sometimes the first expression I see is one of apprehension or even fear. Cindy's look was absolutely one of lust, without the slightest indication of intimidation. She even gave her lips a little involuntary lick. She finished removing my boxers and then wrapped her dainty hand around my shaft and started to stroke it slowly.

It took only seconds before it reached its maximum size, only then did she speak, "My God Scott! You really ARE huge. I've never seen anything so wonderful in my life!"

Shit, I wanted to cum on the spot, but 'patience is a virtue' is a lesson I've learned over many years.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I'm glad you're pleased. You'll be real familiar with it by Sunday!" 

"And now it's time for a little fun!" I said rather menacingly, "for me at least!"

I stood and took her hand. She followed without resistance as I led her to the living room. I went to the closet and dragged out 'the horse', which is one of my favorite playthings. It is extremely versatile and has a whole host of things you can do with it. It is basically a padded sawhorse, with places on the legs to attach wrist and ankle restraints. When I lay a woman on it her legs are spread wide, giving perfect access to her cunt, ass and mouth, all of which are positioned at the exact right height for my cock. For most women this means her hands and feet don't quite touch the floor.

When you see it, it's not hard to get a pretty clear picture of its use, at least in general terms.

The horse: very expensive The look on Cindy's face when she saw it the first time: Priceless!

"Oh shit" she whispered.

In silence I positioned her over it and then began to attach the restraints to her arms and legs. The last step was to drape the belt over the small of her back and fasten it tight. Once all this is accomplished, the 'victim' can scarcely move at all.

"Don't go away!" I teased, as I went to collect some other toys once I had her secure.

I returned with my supplies and set them where Cindy couldn't see them. It was time to begin the plan I had. I intended for this first session to set a tone for the rest of the weekend and expected it would be rather hard on her. Exactly how hard would depend in part on her reactions.

I began by resting my hand on her lovely ass and rubbing it. I could feel the tension in her body. After a minute of doing that I slid my fingers through her crack and started to play with her pussy. I was please to find that she was already wet. Not gushing exactly, but despite her apprehension she was somewhat turned on too! I kept sliding a finger, then two, in and out of her, alternated with stroking her clit. It didn't take long before she was moaning and squirming around as much as her restraints allowed, which was almost zero.

I continued working on her until the moans indicated if I didn't stop soon she'd cum. I had no intention of letting that happen for quite some time yet. I wanted her extremely worked up and sexually frustrated for quite a while.

I picked up a bottle of lube and applied some to my fingers, I then started to work it into her asshole. I started just rimming her for a while with one finger, tickling her little pucker more than anything else but getting lube spread all around it in the process. I sensed that she'd not experienced ass play before. In fact I was beginning to believe that despite what an amazingly sexual woman she was, she was relatively inexperience with anything other than straight fucking. I'd change that before I sent her home to Fred, he might even derive some benefit from this adventure too!

I continued working on her asshole, finally starting to penetrate her, first with one finger and once I'd been working it in and out as deep as I could I added a second finger all the while continuing to add lube and work as much inside her as possible. She seemed to be enjoying the experience just fine. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't like what would follow shortly nearly as much. 

It was time. I reached down and picked up a black latex butt plug. It is a rather large one, though significantly smaller than I am, which was the whole point. After liberally coating it with lube I placed the very tip of it against her rosy little hole. I don't think she really knew what was coming, but she could certainly tell something different was going on. She tensed. I didn't say anything, but just kept teasing her opening with it, not yet even beginning to insert it.

At last I started to apply pressure and very slowly slip it inside her.

"Relax, it will hurt much less that way" I instructed.

But she didn't. I still pushed. When I had a bout an inch inside her, to a diameter of just slightly more than my finger she let out a little groan of pain. I stopped pushing but started to rotated it back and forth.

"I told you to relax!" I said more forcefully.

This time she tried and after a moment I started to push again, feeling less resistance. Soon the much wider part of the plug was starting to stretch her ass hole. I find it an incredible turn on to watch a woman being stretched to accept a nice fat butt plug. 

She was grunting and trying to stay relaxed. I'll admit she was being rather stoic and taking this better than I'd expected. A couple of times she'd tense up and I'd pause and just twist it in place while giving her a moment to relax again. There was about one more inch to go before the widest part would be opening up her hole to the max. At least to the max for now. She'd be stretched much wider than that when I finally took her cherry!

Finally the fattest part of the plug reached her well stretch anus and then with a 'pop' her ass sucked the whole thing in and the wide base seated tightly against her opening.

As almost always is the case, she let out a yelp, as much from the surprise as the pain.

"There you go, since this is going to be the first time you get your ass fucked, I thought I'd help you out a little by getting you loosened up with this before putting something REAL big up there" I said, not entirely honestly since I'd planned to do this all along, but it would help when the time came.

I was really getting worked up myself and quite ready to deposit my first load. I knew exactly where I intended it to go too! But I wanted to do a couple of more things first.

I went back to playing with her cunt. I knew the contrasting sensations of her ass and cunt would be very intense. Because of the mitigating feelings in her ass, it took longer to get her worked up to the edge of cumming again, but that's exactly what I did. Fingering her clit until I was sure if I didn't stop again she go over the edge. I planned to do that many more times before I finally allowed her release.

When I stopped she groaned, but said nothing.

"Now I have another little present for you" I told her.

She groaned again, having no idea what was in store, but correctly assuming she wasn't going to like it. 

I knelt down at her side and began to tweak, pinch and pull her nipple until it was hard as a little pebble. Well not all that little actually, they are rather long when erect. Once that was accomplished I picked up one of the pair of nipple clamps and attached it. It was a rather wicked one with a strong spring and nasty teeth. Then I evilly hung a medium sized weight from it using a short spring. 

"OW! Oh God that hurts!" she spoke for the first time.

"You'll get used to it in a few minutes!" I said, knowing it was only partial true.

"These babies have a way of rather viciously tearing at your titties if you move much, so you probably ought to stay as still as you can" I warned her truthfully. 

I gave her a short while to get accustomed to the first one and then moved to her other tit and applied its twin. This elicited even greater exclamations of pain. 

Once more I moved behind her and started in on her cunt and clit, continuing until she was on the very verge of cumming yet again before stopping. It took even longer this time due to the pain in her tits.

I was really ready to cum at that point, just one more quick thing to do. I stood behind her and said, "Almost time for you to do something to make me feel real good, but first I want to demonstrate something to you!"

And with that I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass hard. It wasn't as hard as I'd do later, but it was hard enough to leave a nice hand print and I knew it had stung plenty.

She almost screamed, both from the pain and the shock. I noticed that the weights on her clamps where bouncing up and down too!

"Did you see how completely exposed your ass is? You can't move even a little bit to protect it either, can you?" I asked, and though it was really rhetorical I wanted her to answer.

She didn't say anything, just gasped to catch her breath.

"You didn't answer me, do you need another to be sure?" I said meanly.

"NO! I saw, I saw!" she yelled.

As I moved in front of her I spoke while rubbing my cock on her face, "Good! Because now you are going to suck on my cock and make me cum in your mouth. And when I do, you're going to be a good little slut and swallow every drop! When I'm done, I'm going to spank your ass, but how severe the spanking is will depend on how good a job you do sucking me off and swallowing. The better you do, the less punishment your ass is going to have to take, and vice versa. Understand?"

This time she didn't hesitate, "YES! YES I understand!"

"Good, now let's start. Open wide!" I directed.

She stretched her mouth open and I placed the head of my cock on her tongue and started to slide it between her lips. She was able to take the fat head in her mouth, but just barely. Her cheeks bulged sexily, full of cock. Her warm wet mouth felt marvelous. I'd worked myself up into such a state that this wasn't going to take long, though I was pretty sure it would be a massive load. 

I shoved a bit more of it in, but she couldn't take much before her gag reflex kicked in. I gauged how much she could handle and started to pump just that much in and out. She was more or less just slobbering on my cock, not sucking at all. I was doing all the work.

"Cindy, that ass of yours is going to be very unhappy unless you do a much better job than this!" I said, though it felt great all the same. 

With that, she started to suck, but quite tentatively. Again I assumed that sucking cock was something she'd done very little, if any at all. Well, she was damn sure going to be much better at it by Sunday, I intended to assure. Still, you know that old joke about how the worst blowjob I ever had was fantastic. This was no exception. Watching my cock slide between her lips and her cheeks bulging with a mouth full of cock meat was extremely sexy. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar churning in my balls. 

I was just about to cum. Cindy could sense it too, from my cock head swelling slightly inside her mouth. She tried to pull back, to avoid me spewing my load in the back of her throat, though the way she was secured that was virtually impossible. Nevertheless I grabbed a hold of her head and steadied it. She was trying to express her dislike, but with her mouth full of cock she could just get out some unintelligible sounds. For all I knew she was trying to say "Yellow", but I knew if she was, it was simply because she didn't like what was going on, not because she was in any real distress. 

Finally I couldn't last any longer and the first shot of jizm erupted from the tip of my cock. It took a great deal of self restraint to keep from just jamming my cock down her throat, but I managed to hold back and just keep pumping the same length in and out as squirt after massive squirt of cum gushed forth. As I'd expected it was a very sizeable load indeed. 

By the time I stopped cumming, which was six or seven expulsions, she was coughing and gagging. Cum and saliva were running out of her mouth, down her chin, and on to the floor. In part she'd had such a hard time because she hadn't even attempted to swallow!

"That was absolutely pitiful" I yelled, "What's worse is you didn't even try to swallow it like I told you too. Your ass is going to really regret that!"

I actually was a little pissed that she hadn't even made a half decent effort.

I moved behind her and assaulted her pussy with my fingers one more time. She was still coughing and trying to recover, but she was starting to respond too. By the time I planned to actually let her cum she would be ready to explode! After each added abuse it took increasingly longer and longer to bring her back up to the edge of orgasm, but nevertheless, inevitably she'd almost achieve her release and I'd snatch it away at the last instant. It was getting maddening I could tell!

This time when I stopped I immediately started laying into her ass with my bare hand. I started out slow and easy, but intended to continue to build and build. She needed to learn a lesson, and right then, that when I told her there were consequences for her performance that I wasn't kidding. Especially when she made little effort to comply. I planned to work her ass over thoroughly and not stop until I'd made her use her safe word. 

Her ass was quickly turning a bright red. She has a pretty firm ass, but its round enough that it shimmied some under the treatment. I also observed that the weights on her nipple clamps were in almost constant motion which I knew would increase the torment. Those were going to be a couple of very tender nips when I finished with her.




A Wild Hold'em Game Ch. 04



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

As is my custom, I woke fairly early. I peeked in on Cindy and she was still asleep. I put on the coffee and sat to finalize my day's plan. Once the coffee was done I poured a cup and went back to check on Cindy again. 

She was just starting to stir so I sat on the edge of the bed and just ogled her tits for a moment. As her eyes opened I reached over and started to gently stroke her nipples. 

Very softly.

She moan/groaned. 

"A little sensitive, are they?" I quipped.

She smiled slightly, "Mmm hmm"

I kept stroking and teasing them as they quickly became erect. The groaning part was replaced by pure moans of pleasure. As the sensation heightened I started to tweak and pull on them too, but very gently. I added my mouth to the mix, licking and sucking one while playing with the other. 

Just looking at Cindy is an immense pleasure. She looked good enough to eat. So I did. I buried my face in her bald snatch. The first swipe of my tongue through her slit nearly took my breath away, she tasted so good. I've never tasted a woman who was so sweet between her legs. First I licked and nibbled on her pussy lips. Then I started to probe her hole with my tongue, finally shoving it as deep as I could. Lastly I started to work on her clit. Licking it turned to sucking it, which ultimately turned to chewing on it gently. She was positive writhing . When she was at the point of nearly cumming, I stopped yet again.

"OH GOD SCOTT, PLEASEEEE!" she groaned.

It took every bit of will power I had not to fuck her silly right then and there, but I was determined to stick to my plan and was positive it would be worth it in the end. I was also looking forward to making her cum on my tongue. I love to give head almost as much as I love to receive it, and I'm damn good at it even if I do say so myself!

I released her restraints and helped her up off the bed. Her legs were positively shaky!

We headed out into the living room. I offered her a cup ofcoffee, which she gladly accepted. I got myself a refill too.

As I handed it to her, "Scott, can we take out this butt plug now?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure, if you want to. But you need to know that when I do, I'm going to replace it with something even bigger!"

She immediately got my point.

"Maybe a little later then" she said with a small grin. 

We sat and sipped our coffee in silence while I admired her voluptuous body.

I finished my coffee and set the cup down. I stood and reached my hand out to her.

"It's time" I said simply as I led her to the horse.

She groaned softly, knowing what was coming. I positioned her over the horse and restrained her tightly. I started to play with her cunt and soon had her on the edge of cumming one more time.

Once I stopped fingering her, I grabbed the base of the plug and started to pull steadily. It started sliding out and then with an audible 'pop' came free. She let out a little squeal. I immediately started working lube up her asshole as it stayed gaping. As soon as I was satisfied she was well lubricated I placed my rock hard cock against her opening and started to push. Naturally she tensed up. Without easing up I gave her ass a sharp slap and told her to relax. That only made matters worse momentarily, but then she tried to relax. 

My cock was steadily disappearing up her ass. Watching it go was a wonderful sight. She was incredibly tight and was grunting and groaning as I stuffed her full of cock. I kept a steady pressure though, and it didn't take all that long before I was balls deep in her back door. 

I started to pump, slow and short strokes at first but progressively longer and faster. Her asshole was squeezing my cock hard, it felt fucking great. I knew I wouldn't last very long which was perfectly okay with me. I was sure it would be okay with Cindy too!

"Oh FUCK Scott, it feels like your splitting me in two" she groaned. 

Oblivious, I just kept increasing the pace until I was stroking nearly the whole length in and out at a quick pace.

"Oh God! Please stop! PLEASE!" she wailed, clearly in pain.

It just turned me on all the more. I picked up the pace even more. I was almost there. Suddenly my balls tightened and I started filling her bowels with hot, sticky cum. It was a strong orgasm that lasted quite a while. Once I finally stopped, I pulled my cock out and my legs nearly gave out. I staggered to the nearby chair and flopped down, spent.

She was obviously sobbing quietly. Once I could stand I went over and started pulling and pinching her clit. Soon she was groaning with the residual pain and moaning with the frustrating pleasure, both at once. When she reached the edge for what must have seemed like the millionth time, I stopped and began to undo the restraints.

"God Scott, PLEASE OH PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" she implored. The frustration was clearly starting to get to her. GOOD!

"Soon my little slut, soon" I assured her.

I fixed us a light bite to eat and we consumed slowly and without conversation. After we'd eaten she asked if she could go clean up a bit, even take a shower. I told her to go ahead and got her a towel and stuff.

"But if you so much as touch yourself, the rule about no crop will be eradicated and I'll use it on your tits!" I said menacingly. 

She blanched, but said nothing. I think she knew by then that I didn't make idle threats, though I had no intention of following through. I just wanted to make sure she didn't cum yet. I was pretty sure that would do it. Nevertheless, I stuck my head in the bathroom door a couple of times just to be sure she was behaving herself.

I went in my own bath and took a very quick shower myself. 

Once we regrouped in the living room, me in a pair of sweats, her in nothing but a smile, we sat and talked. Other than our dress, in her case, lack thereof, it was a perfectly normal conversation between two people getting to know each other better. I was starting to see that her bitchy behavior was a shell that protected a very soft inside. She'd had some pretty tough stretches of life and it had made her defensive. I was glad to learn that since she'd married Fred, life had been much better, well at least until now. I was really starting to like her and was certainly looking forward to fucking her and soon!

It wasn't long before I was getting horny again. I'm lucky in that I have rather amazing recuperative power and can usually get it up rather soon after cumming. 

"Aren't you getting horny yet?" I asked her, teasing.

I got quite a look, but no answer. One wasn't required.

I stood up and removed my sweats. My cock was semi hard already. The smile on her face and the look of pure lust in her eyes was amazing. I was sure she figured she was finally going to get laid, and she was soon, but not quite yet. I sat on the couch and crooked my index finger indicating she should come to me. She wasted no time in complying.

When she reached me with an expectant look on her face I explained, "You have to earn it first. Whether or not you get to cum now depends on how good you suck my cock! And if you want any chance at all, it better be a damn sight improved over last night!" 

She bent to her task with much greater enthusiasm than she had the prior evening. She caressed my balls in one hand and started slowly pumping the base of the shaft with the other. She wrapped her lips around the head and licked and sucked with vigor as she bobbed up and down. She still couldn't take much length, less than half I'd say, but as she progressed she was able to take a little more every couple of minutes until she was covering nearly two thirds of the length on the down stroke. She gagged a couple of times, but all and all it was a pretty fucking good blowjob I had to admit. Dramatically better than before. It felt really good and I was happy just to lay back and enjoy the sights sounds and feelings of this sexpot sucking on my tool. I knew that having cum so recently I was going to last a good long time, which was exactly what I wanted. The way she was manipulating my balls was turning me on faster than I expected however. 

After quite a while I was starting to approach my orgasm. It was building up slowly still and I could tell it was going to be good and intense. I considered placing my hands on her head so she didn't pull off when I started cumming, but decided to see what she'd do of her own volition. The pressure had built to the point where I could hold back no longer. I started to pulse jet after jet of cum in her mouth. To my great pleasure she stuck with it, sucking and swallowing as much as she could while I continued to cum.

When the spasms subsided she finally let my cock slip out of her mouth and with a big smile looked up at me, licked her lips provocatively and made an exaggerated swallowing motion. She hadn't been quite able to contain the full load and a small stream of cum had run out of both corners of her mouth and down her chin, dripping on her large tits. It was a very sexy sight.

I just laid back and closed my eyes, breathing hard. She got up and headed to the bath to clean up. It was several minutes before she returned. She had a big smile. She crawled up on the couch next to me and wrapped her arms around me, laid her head on my shoulder and just sort of, well, purred. She seemed quite pleased with herself. 

She just sat there holding me while my breathing returned to normal and my pulse slowed.

Finally after allowing me to recover a long while she spoke, whispering in my ear, "Do I get to cum now?"

"You thought you were that good, huh?" I teased.

"What did you think?" she cooed.

"It wasn't too bad" I said as deadpan as I could.

She playfully slugged me in the arm, "Not good enough you'd want more huh?"

I couldn't help chuckling, "I didn't say that!"

"Then it's my turn to cum, PLEASE Scott!" the desperation showing in her voice.

Still teasing I said, "Well, it was good enough to earn you the chance to cum."

She tensed slightly at the word 'chance' figuring there was a catch.

"What do you mean?" she asked warily.

"Come on, I'll show you" was my noncommittal reply.

I led her over to near where I had a hanging plant suspended from a hook in the ceiling. 

"Wait here" I instructed.

I returned shortly with a pair of wrist cuffs that each had a rope attached. I also had a spreader bar that had ankle cuffs attached to each end. 

Without explaining what I intended, I removed the plant from the hook and set it aside. I attached the cuffs to her wrists and raised her hands over her head. I then tied loops in the two ropes and adjusted the length until I could hook the loop over the plant hook. At this point she was standing there flat footed with her arms over her head, but not really stretched.

The sight of those huge tits, with her arms straight up, was awesome!

Next I inched her legs apart until the spreader bar would fit between them. I then attached it, using the cuffs, to her ankles. When I'd spread her legs it lowered her just enough so that her arms were now pulled tight, though her feet were still flat on the floor. Not so tight as to be uncomfortable, but she couldn't move much. Some, but not much, which was exactly what I wanted!

It was time to explain.

"Okay, here's the deal. First I'm going to stimulate your cunt for a while, then I'm going to stimulate your tits. Simple as that. I'll keep going back and forth until you either cum or ask me to stop. You don't have to use your safe word, just tell me you want me to stop and I will and then our little game will be over. As long as you choose to keep going, every time I alternate between your cunt and your tits I'll do a longer, stronger stimulation than the time before. Got it?" I asked in conclusion.

By now she knew enough to be suspicious, but just nodded.

I began fingering her pussy, avoiding much direct contact with her clit. She was wet already when I started so I could easily slide a couple of fingers in and out. It didn't take long for her to get even wetter and for little purring noised to start escaping her lips.

That was enough for the first round. I transferred my attention to her tits. I started licking one nipple while flicking the other with a finger I spent a few minutes alternating between her two breast before stopping and transferring my interest back to her twat. 

This time as I explored her love tunnel, I located and rubbed her G spot some. I also let my thumb stroke her clit quite a bit more. This time the purrs were becoming moans of pleasure and the smile on her face said it all! Soon she was flooding my hand with her juices and starting to rock her hips back and forth. I figured it was time to move back to her chest. She groaned with disappointment when I stopped.

I began as before, very gently rubbing and licking her nipples. Once they were fully erect I changed tacks and started to tweak, pinch and pull them both. One between each thumb and forefinger. Not hard enough to hurt, but I was sure they were still very tender from the clamp treatment I'd given them the night before and I wanted them ultra-sensitive for what would come a little later. I kept at it, increasing the strength of the pinches and pulls as she got more turned on, until I finally saw her wince when I gave them a little twist as I pulled.

Back to her pussy, and though I'd told her each cycle would be more intense than the one before, I essentially repeated the previous turn, working two fingers inside her and rubbing her G spot while thumbing her clit. I did let her get even closer to cumming this third time, but not all that much.

When I stopped she groaned, "Oh God! Please Scott!"

I just chuckled again and began on her tits exactly as I'd done the time before too. However this time I had a different agenda. After a moment or two of the pulling and twisting, once the wincing became more pronounced I stopped and hefted her left breast in the palm of my left hand. She had her eyes closed and didn't see me raise my hand, so she didn't expect the smart slap on her tit flesh that I delivered.

"OW!" she screamed, more in surprise than pain, though I knew it had stung some.

Her eyes flew open and she looked more confused than anything else. She was about to discover that the 'stimulation' to her tits was going to escalate at a significantly higher pace than the corresponding 'stimulation' to her cunt. You see, while I fully intended to keep my word about increasing both stimulations each time, I had no intent of letting her cum. I would see to it that the abuse her tits took would become too much for her to tolerate before she could cum. 

I slapped her tit a few more times, with about the same amount of sting, being sure to strike the nipple, whose sensitivity I had so carefully heightened, on most of the slaps. Then I switched to her right tit and gave it the same treatment. I wanted to be gentle enough that it just stung some and wasn't extremely painful, yet! I still wanted her to think she had a chance to cure the incredible ache I knew I'd instilled between her legs.

I went back to her pussy again, the stinging in her tits having driven her arousal down a bit, I was able to stimulate her clit more directly and longer, therefore keeping my word but without letting her get any closer to cumming than before. 

As I worked her clit she moaned with pleasure, "Oh YES! Oh that's goooodddd!" and she worked her crotch into my hand as much as she could given her restraints. I worked her up the most yet, letting her get fairly close to cumming, but not quite to the edge, before I stopped.

"Scott, PLEASE don't stop OH PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" she begged.

Her desperation was mounting. Exactly what I wanted. I intended to have her at a fever pitch and then work her tits over enough to make her tell me to stop. 

The next assault on the tits was exactly that. I skipped the gentle part totally and began by pull and twisting her puffy nipples. 

Almost immediately, "Ow, Ow! That hurts!" was forthcoming.

I stayed with that a little while before switching to the slapping. This time with more force than before, far more than stinging I was certain. 

"NO! Scott NO, OH PLEASE NO!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as I continued, since she hadn't specifically asked me to stop.

I only relented when I was sure any more and she'd tell me to stop. I wasn't ready for that yet, I wanted one more cycle first. 

This time I used both hands on her twat, fingering her hole deeply and stoking her G spot while pinching and pulling directly on her clit with the other. She was so worked up that the rough treatment was still propelling her toward a massive orgasm, though she'd be tender as Hell after. Another factor which I'd planned on!

As she got close her frantic need began to show, "PLEASE DON'T STOP! OH GOD SCOTT DON'T STOP! PLEEAAASSSEEEEEEE!" 

I kept at it until she was jerking against her bindings, thrusting her cunt lewdly back and forth. Her body started to quiver and I quickly removed my hands. It was absolutely the closest she'd come yet. She began to cry with frustration.

Immediately I started slapping her tits again, being sure to catch the nipple on each stinging blow. These were significantly harder than before and I knew she wouldn't be able to take it for long. Her entire globes of flesh were becoming an angry red. I did not intend to stop this time until she finally broke down and begged!

Think what you will of me, but I was rock hard again in spite of the two recent orgasms I'd had. I was assuredly counting on my plan working at the end of this!

In conclusion she'd had all she could stand.

"OH GOD SCOTT! I CAN'T STAND ANYMORE! STOP, PLEASE STOP!" she sobbed.

And of course I did. She just sagged, sobbing in pain and frustration.

I slowly knelt and removed the spreader bar, then stood and took the rope loop off the hook, at last removing the wrist cuffs. She just stood there, with her chin slumped on her chest. Sobbing and heaving.

After a few moments she gathered herself and raised her head to look at me. Her eyes were full of fury. I saw her glance down at my massive hard on, jutting proudly up and away from my body, dying for some action.

Her eyes came back to mine.

"Take that huge piece of meat and stuff it in my cunt and fuck me! FUCK ME HARD! NOW!" she angrily yelled. 

I burst into a huge grin, exactly what I'd been waiting for!

"All you had to do was ask!" I said smart assed.

I grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her over in front of the fireplace, where a very large sheepskin rug lay. One that had been used for this many a time before. I laid her down on it and nearly dove between her legs. There was no need for preliminaries or any gentleness, I buried my cock balls deep in one thrust and started to pound away at her cunt. 

In mere seconds she screamed out, cumming hard. The release of that pent up sexual need causing her to scream and buck so hard she nearly tossed me off. She clawed at my back and started fucking me back as hard as I was fucking her. She was insatiable. She came over and over and over. Thanks to the two orgasms I'd had earlier I was able to last a very long time.




A Wild Hold'em Game Ch. 05



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Part 5

We got in the stream of hot water together. In complete silence we gently lathered each other. Caressing more than cleansing. She was going to be sore I could tell. Her tits could barely withstand the gentlest of touches and her bald pussy felt as if it were on fire. The hot water was actually starting to run out when we shut it off and started to dry each other. She grimaced and groaned as I patted her dry with my lightest possible touch, using a great big fluffy bath sheet. 

Once we were dry I led her by the hand to my bed, where we both flopped down and were almost instantly fast asleep. I slept for well over an hour, something I almost never do during the day. I staggered to my feet still very groggy. Cindy was still out cold.

I pulled on some clean sweats and headed to the kitchen. My first stop was to get a beer out of the fridge. While there, I looked around to see what I could fix for dinner, I was positively famished, having worked up quite an appetite earlier. I realized that hunger was only one unfulfilled desire, there was still another one too!

Anyway, I'm a very good cook, so after I scrounged around a bit, I found the makings of what could be a very nice meal. I went to the wine rack and picked out a nice Chardonnay to chill and also a Syrah for later. I intended to treat Cindy like a queen for the evening, thinking she'd definitely earned it, and was planning no more rough stuff, though more sex was certainly on hand. I was comfortable that we might share some wine and relax that evening. 

I started organizing the meal and was just headed for a second beer when Cindy showed up wearing one of the fluffy robes I leave on the back of my bathroom door.

"Hi!" I said, glad to see her.

She still looked sleepy, but sexy as ever.

Softly I asked, "You feeling okay?"

She smiled, "I'm a little sore, but yeah, I'm okay. I hope it's okay I borrowed one of your robes?"

"Of course, the terrycloth probably feels a bit softer than your jeans would, huh?" I said with a bit of a sardonic grin.

She just grinned back and nodded. 

"I thought I'd fix us a nice dinner. We can eat, have some wine, relax, and not do anything you don't want to do for the rest of the night. How does that sound?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Really?"

"Really!" I assured her.

With a huge smile, "That sounds wonderful!" she said enthusiastically. 

"Good!" I replied.

I knew I was taking a bit of a chance that my offer would mean no more sex that night, but I was pretty confident that wouldn't be the case. I could tell she had most assuredly experienced something new that afternoon and was positive she'd want more. Call me cocky, but it usually goes that way. 

I offered her something to drink and she opted for a beer too. I got her one and myself number two. I just puttered around the kitchen working on the meal and she sat at the kitchen table sipping on her beer. We visited easily and I was starting to get to understand her quite a lot better, I thought.

The dinner came out even better than I'd hoped, we drank both bottles of wine and generally had an extremely pleasant evening. By the time it was over I felt I understood Cindy thoroughly. She was a truly amazing person, not to mention a very sensuous woman. I actually felt a little sorry for Fred. He was a very lucky man, or should have been, but I couldn't help feel as though he'd fucked that up permanently. Well, it wasn't going to be any skin off my nose. Whatever he got, I felt he'd done to himself.

It was finally time to head to bed.

I yawned, "It's been a long day, I think I'm ready to turn in."

Cindy hesitated, which after the evening we'd had seemed out of place. She looked away, then looked back shyly.

"Am I going to sleep in the guest room again?" she asked softly.

"Well, that's completely up to you, but I sure hope not!" I said warmly.

She burst into a big smile and came over and wrapped her arms around my neck. I bent to her and, strangely, we kissed for the very first time. As we broke our embrace, I swept her up in my arms and carried her to bed. With little foreplay, I was soon stroking in and out of her warm, wet pussy. I was quickly into a nice, even rhythm. Not hard pounding, jack hammering like before, but a very sensuous pace. I knew she had to be a little tender, but it didn't seem to dampen her enthusiasm any.

She was very vocal, "Oh God that's good! Very, VERY Good! God your cock feels so big, and hard, and good!" and on and on. 

She came repeatedly too. In spite of all that had gone on earlier, I still couldn't last as long as that first fuck. It was simply too erotic. As I said before, that woman can fuck like few I've ever known! Ultimately I exploded inside her and she came too, as my cock shot still another load of sperm deep into her womb. I rolled on my side, wrapping my arms around her. We fell asleep entwined in each others arms and with my softening cock still deep inside her. It was a wonderful feeling. 

During the night I woke to one of my favorite things. Cindy was just impaling herself on my rock hard cock as my eyes opened. I'd obviously been sleeping very soundly and she'd worked me up and was sliding down onto my pole before I'd at last roused. 

In that position I penetrated her as deep as possible. She was obviously feeling cock much deeper than she ever had before. She was incredibly tight, squeezing the head of my cock almost painfully, but only ALMOST! Damn it felt good. This time she did all the work, pumping up and down at the pace she wanted. Making sure her clit got all the stimulation possible. It had her cumming almost non-stop the entire time. I essentially just laid back and enjoyed it until I reached the point of no return, at which time I grabbed her nice round ass and started to thrust up into her as we came together yet again.

We fell back asleep with her laying on top of me and my cock still deep inside her. I don't know how long we slept like that but I slept hard and dreamlessly for the rest of the night. 

When I woke in the morning, Cindy was still half on top of me. You know how some woman, few but some, look fantastic first thing in the morning, well Cindy is one of them.

I inched out from under her, not wanting to wake her and slipped out. I went to the guest bath for my morning duties then headed to put on the coffee. While that was brewing I retrieved the Sunday paper. My Sunday morning ritual is coffee and the sports page, and that day was no exception.

I'd nearly finished the whole thing when Cindy came out of the bedroom. She looked a bit sleepy still, but drop dead gorgeous anyway.

"Morning sleepyhead! Jesus you look fantastic naked! I think you ought to spend way more time that way" I chuckled.

She actually blushed slightly.

"How do you feel?" I asked more seriously.

She seemed to think that over before responding, "Okay, a bit sore almost everywhere, but other than that" she let tail off.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Oh Please!" she said with a smile.

"Black?" I asked as I rose to get her a cup.

"Perfect!" she said.

I returned with her coffee and we sat quietly for a few minutes just each sipping. She was evidently comfortable with her nudity, which was a good thing since I had no intention of letting her get dressed until I'd had my fill of looking at her. And that was going to take quite a while I figured. 

At last she spoke, rather timidly asking "So what's the plan for today?"

"Well, that depends largely on you" I said cryptically.

She raised an eyebrow inquisitively. 

"You crawl over here and suck my cock. How well you do will greatly influence what the rest of your day is like!" I explained.

She got a silly grin on her face and slipped off the couch and onto all fours, taking me literally. She started slowly crawling across the floor. Her massive tits swinging under her, her ass swaying provocatively. It was very arousing to watch and by the time she reached me I was already half hard and had slipped my sweatpants all the way off.

She hefted my cock and started to lick up and down the shaft at first, but quickly switched to licking my balls all around. She managed to get one at a time all the way in her mouth and then would suck and lick gently before shifting to the other. My half hard-on rapidly became a raging one.

She licked and sucked my balls and shaft, avoiding the head for several minutes. She was starting to drive me wild and I was about ready to grab her head and shove my cock right down her throat when she beat me to it. Ever so slowly she enveloped the head with her mouth, sliding more and more of my length between her lips. She managed to get quite a bit more in than before, not quite all of it, but most. I could feel my cock head clear into her throat.

She gagged ever so slightly and then slowly lifted off until just the head was in her mouth. She repeated this with a tortuous slowness about five times. I was groaning from the pleasurable frustration and not completely able to keep from thrusting my hips slightly. This caused her to giggle, which created an even more incredible sensation. 

Finally, just when I was again about to take fistfuls of hair and rape her face, she took one of my balls in each of her hands and began softly massaging them while simultaneously bobbing her head at a much quicker pace. She wasn't able to take as much of my cock nearly as deep as before, but she was managing more than half.

She was also swirling her tongue around the head on each stroke. God Damn it felt good! She'd made nearly incomprehensible improvement in the previous day and a half. In spite of the night I'd had, I was quickly racing toward still another explosion.

When I could feel my balls start to tighten, evidently so could she. She started to suck even harder and faster and applied slightly greater pressure to my balls, as if to squeeze every last drop of cum out of them. It worked! I started shooting glob after glob of hot cum down her throat. She kept sucking and swallowing like a madwoman! Until every last bit of cum had been extracted.

Once I was fully spent, she just held my softening cock in her mouth and eased, but didn't release her grip on my balls. When my cock had almost full shrunk, she let it slip from her lips, causing me to twitch involuntarily as her tongue flicked that most sensitive spot at the cleft of my cock head on the way by. 

I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She had a Cheshire Cat grin on her face and I realized she had managed not to lose a single drop this time. Granted, I'm sure the size of the load was significantly reduced by the events of the last 36 hours, but still I was impressed. 

To be honest, it wasn't the very best blowjob I'd ever had, but it was damn fine anyway!

She crawled up in my lap and we just held each other while I completed catching my breath. 

"That was pretty fucking good!" I finally whispered.

She pulled back about a foot or so and with feigned indignation said, "Only 'pretty' fucking good?"

I laughed, "It was very fucking good!"

She smiled broadly.

Then I initiated the final phase of my plan. I'd intended to do so, almost no matter what, but the fact that she truly had done such a good job fully justified what I was about to say. I just hoped it would work out the way I expected.

"In fact, it was so good, you are free to leave whenever you want. You've paid off Fred's debt!" I said evenly.

She looked rather disappointed.

"Really?" she asked, somewhat sadly.

"Really! But you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like!" I said smiling.

The smile returned to her face.

"I think I'll stay a while longer, but only on one condition!" she said mirthfully.

"Oh! What's that?" I said, genuinely curious as to what she was thinking.

Softly she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You promise to fuck me some more"

I laughed out loud, "I think I can handle that, but you might have to wait just a little while first!"

We laughed together. 

Rather surprisingly, it wasn't all that long a while before we were back in bed, fucking like mad.

By early afternoon we'd coupled one final time. It was a very long, leisurely, sensuous session where we just laid tenderly holding each other afterwards for a long time.

Ultimately we crawled out of bed and showered together. It was about 2:30 by the time we were dressed, Cindy in the same sexy jeans and top she'd arrived in.

"Scott, I think I'm going to go now" she announced softly.

I was a little disappointed that it was coming to an end, but I really didn't think I'd be able to get it up again before nightfall anyway.

"I have something for you, hold on just a minute" I said.

I headed to my home office and opened the middle desk drawer. I retrieved the note Fred had signed. You see on Friday afternoon I'd stopped by John's office and talked him into giving me the note. It took some doing and he wasn't fully comfortable with it, but I'd explained to him Cindy was scheduled to come over after all and that if she did I gave him my word that I'd give her the note if she kept her part of the deal. John's known me long enough that he can count on my word being good, so reluctantly he gave me the note.

I returned to the living room where Cindy was and held the note out to her. She hadn't seen it before so I had to tell her what it was.

"You know that bastard of a husband of yours doesn't deserve you!" I said getting pissed all over that Fred would actually submit this woman to such an ordeal, no matter how much we'd both enjoyed it.

She didn't reach for the paper, but got a very mischievous look in her eye. 

"Scott, tell me to undress again!" she said.

I wasn't at all sure I understood what she was up to, but was certainly willing to go along.

"Cindy, take all your clothes off right now!" I said smoothly.

"No! I'm not going to" she said with a big smile.

I instantly saw what she was up to, but still didn't completely comprehend why. Nevertheless I knew what my next part was supposed to be. 

"You realize by refusing that you are not fulfilling your part of the deal and I'll just have to collect this note after all, don't you?" I said, wondering what she'd say next. I knew that the money had nothing to do with it at this point. 

Still in too light a manner to be serious she said, "Oh Scott, we can't afford that, isn't there any other way?"

Now I was sure what she had in mind, but I was going to make her initiate it.

"Such as?" I asked.

"Oh please, give me another chance! I'll come back again next weekend and I promise I won't refuse you anything or leave early! Please!" she said, barely able to contain her giggles.

"Hmm, let me think a minute" I said, with absolutely no intention of passing this up if that was what she wanted. Even if it was to be just vanilla sex it would be more than worth it, but I was pretty sure she'd discovered something about herself she wanted to explore further. I figured, what the Hell?

"Okay, I'll give you a second chance next weekend, BUT to make up for your 'failure' the rule about banning the crop is removed!" I said, testing.

She blanched slightly and swallowed hard, but I got the answer I expected.

"Okay!" was her strong reply.

I was stunned, and speechless, which very rarely happens to me.

While I was just standing there like a moron, she came over and kissed me gently on the mouth.

Then softly said, "Scott, I had a wonderful time. See you next Friday!"

Leaving me mute, she turned and headed to the door, letting herself out and closing it behind her.

"I'll be a God damn son of a bitch!" I said out loud.

I knew I'd have a hard time concentrating during the coming week.

The end?

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