0 comments/ 33396 views/ 3 favorites Rules of the Game By: ElectricGeisha You slide your hands under my jacket and I feel your warm, rough hands through my blouse. I want to stop you but the way my curves fit so perfectly into your manly hands changes my mind. It feels as if my breasts are moulded to fit your palm when you cup them and touch them. But there are people around us in this last night train and I can feel my face turning red, knowing that they possibly had a good view of my body being handled this way by you. Still, I want you so badly, I am virtually on fire. The movie was a blur. All I remember is being teased by your fingers. Halfway through the movie, you had casually helped yourself up my skirt, caressing my thighs, slowly working your way up to my pussy, teasing me through my panties. I hate the way you keep a straight face, pretending to concentrate on everything but me. I squirmed on your fingers discreetly, hoping no one would notice what was happening between us. But more so because I needed to cum. I was so desperate from the teasing that, at one point, I offered in a whisper to go to the ladies to remove my meddlesome fabric so that you could access me completely. You stopped me and I knew you had this planned. You saw that I had figured the game but you just smiled nonchalantly and annoyingly confidently with that breathtaking smile of yours. You forbade me to touch you or myself throughout the evening, warning me that the game was over if I did. I left the theatre with my pussy soaking wet, I was almost sure people could notice I was walking funny. I made sure had my jacket on though, my aching nipples felt like they were ready to burst through my back-less halter top from your oh-so-careless brushes. Displaying that would only have brought more unwanted attention to my already-attention-seeking breasts. You just walked beside me as if nothing happened. Once or twice in between the most casual conversation, you heightened my senses again by whispering something completely and deliciously filthy. The dull throbbing in my pussy would ignite itself all over again. I hate to love the way you play this mind-fuck game. You definitely have a lot more control than I do, both over me as well as yourself. My orders from you were clear. "I want to make you need it so much that you beg me for it, Nita. I want to know that I own you and I want you to understand that." I know you are not the control-freak type of lover but that was the first time I heard you using such a tone, and I was a little intimidated. "You will not touch yourself unless I tell you to and you will definitely not cum unless I want you to. You will do what I tell you to." You finally understood my desire to be your possession. "Just trust me, my little slut." I melted into your arms, nervous but happy at the same time that I was finally living out my fantasy of being your submissive. Dinner was unbearable. You finally allowed me to take my panties off but reminded me that everything would end if I tried to relieve myself. I don't even know why but I obeyed you even though I was so horny that my juices were running down my thigh the moment I took my panties off. My pussy badly ached to be touched. The walk back to our table from the washroom was a completely strange experience. I felt naked, exposed and slutty despite the posh ambience and the fact that I was visibly dressed. You didn't even have to touch me throughout dinner. The whole experience and sensation itself kept me on the edge. You know I had never done something like this. Good girls weren't supposed to behave this way. Even though I tried hard to maintain a façade, you did not help. You wanted me to expose a little bit more and behave a little more like a slut as the evening progressed. I obeyed even though I had never been more embarrassed. By the end of dinner, my breasts were threatening to spill out of my top and give the other voyeuristic waiters and diners what they were waiting for. And I was behaving more suggestively in that hour than I had my whole life, licking and sucking my fingers, rubbing and caressing my breasts, doing everything you instructed. I was your slut and you wanted the world to know that as much as I did. For the first time the whole evening, you began to show how turned on you were, too. It made me feel so high to know I could do that to you. But that didn't change how badly I wanted you to fuck me right there and then. We cut dinner short and now I know why you insisted on taking a train instead of a cab home. For the first time tonight, I can feel your erection against me and I wanted it more than ever. You have me pinned against the wall of the dim area adjoining two compartments. All the vibrations of the train seem to centre here and drive me crazy. This spot is relatively private but not invisible. If people look, they will still see what you are doing to me. "You such a hot slut, Nita, and I just want to fuck you so hard for being such a whore. You are my mine, do you understand?" I nod, sucking your fingers gently as you caress my face. The tone of your voice was indescribably sexy but I did not expect it. You grab my hair firmly and jerk my head back, bringing my eyes up to meet yours. I gasp in surprise at your sudden roughness. "Not like that. I want you to look into my eyes and tell me you are my slut, Nita, loud enough for these people to hear." I look around our train compartment and notice the remaining four or five people staring in our direction. "I am your slut and yours alone." "I don't think they heard." I stare into your eyes intently and repeat each syllable louder, believing it completely myself. You looked at me with a look of pure, unforgettable lust that shot straight through my body down to my pussy. You pull the string holding my halter top together behind my neck, letting it fall short, barely covering my hard dark brown nipples. The only thing holding the top in place was the knot at the back. Kissing my collarbone, working your way down to my breasts, I feel your hands glide to my back, undoing the remaining knot. You yank the undone top from between us. My jacket doesn't cover quite enough and I feel your body rubbing against my breasts, my hard nipples pushing back into your flesh. "Honey, people can see us…" I almost plead. "So what, they can only look. Can't do a thing about it. Trust me, Nita. Just relax. Didn't the movie teach you that this will just come across as making out? Just don't be too loud" I smiled. It did make some sense and even if it didn't, I needed you so intensely, logic was of secondary importance anyway. I wrap my arms around you and straddle your thigh, my naked pussy and aching clit in direct contact with the rough material of your denims. You slide your hand into my soaking slit and rub my clit for a moment, then push my thighs apart, bringing my left thigh over your right, holding me up, using the wall behind me for support. My legs now straddling your hips, I feel that incredible bulge in your jeans pushing against my pussy. "Fuck me baby, please. I need your cock in me badly." I kiss your neck, breathing heavily against your skin, massaging the back of your head gently as you unzip your jeans, your erection springing free, nudging against my clit. You guide your hot thick cock over my slit, your pre-cum mixing with my juices. "Oh god darling… mmmm" I have to keep myself in check, keeping my voice down as you push the swollen throbbing head of your cock into my tight hole. It resists your delicious stretching initially but you force your way inch by inch, driving yourself completely into me. My breathing is laboured and I feel like screaming, grabbing and scratching you like a cheap whore but you shush me up gently, reducing me to moans of pure ecstasy. Not being able to do that given the situation makes it even hotter. The vibrations of the train travel up, shooting through every part of our bodies, magnifying all the sensations. I lock my lips on your neck, sucking and nibbling on it as you slide in and out of me. You ram your cock back into me each time with all your strength, grabbing my hips firmly and pushing me down, burying your cock in me to the hilt, mixing the pleasure with pain. I lose track of how many stations we pass, missing ours as you keep pounding me, bringing me closer to the the edge. "Oh yesss cum for me," I squeeze my pussy around you, milking you, wanting you to cum for me. I know both of us can't hold out any longer. My body tenses completely around you as I grab your face and kiss you hungrily. My orgasm hits me, rippling through my arched body. Wave after mind-blowing wave crash through me like pure paradise. Both of us are moaning, groaning, almost screaming into the kiss. I feel you stop short with the effort as you cum inside me, shooting your cum deep into my womb. I look into your face and I finally know exactly how it feels to be yours completely. Holding on to you, I hear you whisper "I love you, Nita", stroking my hair. And I know this is where I belong. Two stops later, you carry me out of the train in that position, triumphantly, exhausted but completely satisfied, with the other passengers gaping at us in disbelief. Electric Geisha 2003 © * * * * * To my honey, you have no idea how much I wish we could make this come true. I still hope I turn you on and make you happy darling *muak* * * * * * Rules of the Game Rules of the Game "Call," I answered meekly. He dropped the chip on the pile and then Jim checked, and the betting was done. By my count, there was now $9 in the pot. "Everybody in," Steve announced. After burning the top card, he flipped up the Eight of Spades, the Three of Spades, and the Three of Hearts. That gave me three of a kind: three threes. My stomach clenched and rolled unexpectedly. I let my false enthusiasm show. I picked up two blue chips and said, "I call, and I raise a dollar" and dropped my chips in the pile obediently. Most of the men oowed and awwed at my bravery—or foolishness, as the case might be--while I grinned sheepishly and blushed. My hands returned where they belonged between my thighs. Was anyone ever going to talk? Would my stupid traitorous nipples ever lose their erection? And would my tongue stop feeling like a sheet of sandpaper however much Heineken I drank? Reminded, I reached out and picked up my bottle and took a long sip. Three of the men, Bill, Nick and Richard, did likewise. Encouraging, I thought. "So, how serious are you and this Matt guy?" Jim enquired, too innocent. Nick and Richard both laughed, Mike snickered sarcastically, and Robert and Gary exchanged disgusted looks. Steve glared across the table with a frown, shaking his head back and forth. "What?" Jim protested. "She's my daughter's roommate, fool." "No!" Jim protested again "She's really into you, I can tell," Mike snorted, stabbing out his cigarette and laughing darkly. "My daughter's the same age," Nick razzed. "Do I have to worry about you asking her out too?" Red-faced, almost as red-faced as I was becoming, Jim protested: "I was just curious! He seems like a nice guy. The two of you make a cute couple, is all I was sayin'. Geez, give a guy a hard time." He made appropriate defensive gestures with his hands, grumbled, shook his head and threw in his two dollars. Bill and Nick both called. "Call and raise," Mike said, dropping his chips onto the growing pile. Richard called and then Robert called and raised again, making the bet $4, which Gary called. Steve grumbled and chewed on his cigar while he contemplated. "So how are you and Matt getting along?" he asked. "Fine," I lied. "He's visiting his mom this weekend." "So I understand," he commented, finally matching the bet. "Call. Your turn, sweetheart." Without hesitation, I picked up two chips and added them to my two already in the pile. It struck me that I had reacted too fast, hadn't let anyone explain that I had to match the bet to stay in. I folded my hands, keeping my eyes trained on the pile, felt my face redden. "You know more about this game then you let on," Jim whispered, grinning. "We got a ringer here, boys," Richard commented slyly, winking, as my face grew brighter. Had I just blown it? Why had I tipped my hand? "You know what we do with card sharks, right? My face was bright red now. "I didn't—" I managed before everyone around the table started to laugh. I flushed dangerously, and damn if my nipples didn't turn into flint-hard little points poking out my brassiere. It was only obvious what I was trying to do, hunching my shoulders like this, to me, at least. "I promise you," I muttered, shame-faced. "You have nothing to worry about from me. I am the all-time worst card player in history. Just ask Steve. He knows." Steve nodded sagely. "Chelsea has a good laugh over it every time we talk. Especially when you play the risque version of the game," he added, grinning while hoots and hollers and guffaws circled the table. How could my face redden any more, I wondered? "I vote we do that now," Richard said. "I'm game if you are." "Me too," seconded Nick, agreed to immediately by a laughing Jim and Bill. Robert even laughed and I felt the pig-eyed stare of Gary's eyes boring into me, a feeling akin to being skewered and roasted over a pit. "I'm not playing strip poker," I mumbled. "I don't see why not," Nick joked. "You do it with your friends." "Do not," I denied, lying through my teeth. I couldn't believe Chelsea would betray me like that. And then I thought, are you kidding me? Anger, red-hot and dangerous as a flame-thrower burned through my insides, scorching almost as badly as it had that afternoon. I quickly lowered my eyes and thought about garroting a certain someone to squelch the tears. The continued laughter of the men helped. Steve came to my rescue. "All right, cut it out, guys. Can't you see she's embarrassed? You're a fine bunch, tormenting the poor girl. Sweetie, they don't mean anything by it. They're just a bunch of assholes." "Like you," Nick cut in to laughter. Jim agreed, and so even, did Robert. But it was true. The teasing was good-natured and frisky, not salacious, at least not yet. Not the way it would have to be for my plan to work. But that was a ways off yet. I had to get them good and drunk first. Drunk and horny and reduced to a dog-pack mentality. I had to overload them, overwhelm their sense of decency with lust and craving. Craving for me. I shivered at the thought. My, God, Lisa? Do you really want to do this? I thought of the video. Yes, I answered heatedly. I am doing this. The others finished the round, and Steve burned the top card and then flipped The Turn onto its back beside The Flop: It was the Jack of Diamonds.. Though not a face besides my own reacted to the card, I felt a definable sense of excitement sweep the table. Mentally, I could sense the pairs, three of a kinds and full houses snap into place. The card did nothing for me, but I didn't want it too. Three three's were bad luck enough. I wanted a deuce high. I made a show of reaching out and touching my cards, let a grin flicker around my lips. I kept my eyes safely down and the men were taken in. What did she have, they wondered? Was I really that transparent, that bad a player, or was I taunting them? What Nick had said about card sharks almost made me laugh. Maybe I had the wrong approach. Maybe I should clean their clocks. Wishful thinking: I really was the worst card player in the world. Mentally sighing, I called and dropped $2 in the pile. Jim immediately raised, which Bill did also. I figured there was over $50 in the pot now. It made me shiver, thinking how fast it might grow over the next two hands. If everyone stayed in, that is. Stay in, everyone, I thought, jinxing it. "I'm out," Nick said disgustedly. He tossed his cards and reached for his pack of Marlboros. Mike called, and Richard folded. I kicked myself for being so stupid. Never wish for the obvious. Never wish at all; it only brings bad luck. Robert, who had raised last round, raised this round also, dropping $8 into the pot. It was now up to $70 plus. How could they afford to play like this? It made me shrink inside, imaging money like this bet hand after hand. Steve was the best player here, and Chelsea claimed he routinely took home more than a thousand dollars. One night he had won over five-thousand dollars. In a friendly poker game, held weekly. It was insane. "You in or out, Gary?" Glowering, Gary turned his pig-eyed glare toward Jim. "I'm deciding." "Decide faster, damn it. I gotta take a piss." "Piss into your beer bottle," Gary shot back, inspiring snickers from Nick and Richard and a groan from Robert. "I could turn my back," I offered, half-turning in my chair, which brought more snickers and an unexpectedly respectful wink from Gary. I about fell off my chair. Jim and Nick laughed darkly. "Leave the girl alone," Steve ordered. To Gary, he said: "Shit or get off the pot, bucko." Grunting, Gary folded and threw down his cards. It was Steve's turn now, and when he called, the round progressed back to Robert, who had raised last. He checked, to everyone's relief. Almost $100 now, I thought, wonderingly. I wondered how much longer I could keep track. I was never good at math. Before Steve dealt the next card, Jim said, "I need another beer" and started to get up. Nick wanted one as well, and I quickly pushed back and held up my hand and said, "I got it" before anyone else could rise. I picked up the tray as they started to object. 'You put me in the game, guys. No way am I letting you get you own beers." I started to turn away when Nick said to Jim in an aside: "Maybe she'll take a piss for you, too, bucko," blowing smoke his way. I enjoyed the razzing; it meant they were loosening up. In the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator door and took a deep breath. Fear had caught up to me again; I was shaking like a leaf now. I listened to the banter from the dining room and tried to imagine any of them, Gary included, taking me off to my bedroom. The thought of Gary touching me, seeing me nude, fucking me, sent a shudder of revulsion down my spine. I understood how Russian girls sold into slavery felt. I started a bit as Jim joined me. "Thought you could use some help." "Thank you," I said, handing him bottles, which he de-capped and placed on the tray. Why was he there, I wondered? Jim was not the best looking of the group. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and a bristling gray mustache. He was too tall and too thin. He was stoop-shouldered and stood perpetually in a slump, even when standing rigidly upright. He was nervous now. It was Jim that had asked about Matt and I. He cleared his throat. "Sorry if I sounded out of line in there." "What do you mean?" I asked innocently. He took two beers from my hands and twisted off the caps. Placing them on the tray, looking away instead of into my eyes, he said: "Asking about your boyfriend, like that. I didn't mean it the way the guys made it out to sound." He was growing embarrassed, blushing. I handed him the last two beers and closed the refrigeration door. I retrieved one of the bottles before he could put it down, and took a sip. He sipped from the other bottle. He still wouldn't meet my eyes. Jim, when the time came, would offer no resistance. Impulsively, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He gasped and jumoed back. He shot a look at the door. His face got redder. "What was that for?" I grinned at him. "I have a secret to tell," I said in a whisper. "Can I trust you to keep it a secret?" Flustered, still shooting looks at the door, he nodded. "I'm gonna fuck everybody at that table. If you play along, I'll let you be first." He stared at me, eyes big as dinner plates. "Wh-what?" I told him again. To prove what I said was true, I cupped my right hand against the bulge in his trousers, took his right hand with my left, and placed it atop my left breast. He shivered from head to foot and gulped loudly, then let his mouth hang open. "Will you work with me?" I asked. I kept my eyes locked on his, unconcerned with the door. If someone walked in, it was over. "I need an answer, Jim. Right now. We don't have much time." Unconsciously, he twisted his head toward the door, though his eyes stayed locked on mine. He nodded dumbly. He gulped again. I was not aware of anything happening beneath my cupped right hand, but that was to be expected. He was too shocked to be aroused. "You need help in there?" Nick yelled. I ignored the answering laughter and squeezed Jim's package through his pants. "Would you like to fuck me, Jim?" He nodded. "Then help me out here," I said. Picking up the tray, I put on a smile and sauntered gaily toward the kitchen door. Jim gulped again, loud enough to be heard ten feet away, and hurried out the far door. I heard him in the short hallway leading to the half-bath. The door closed with a thud. * * * Steve burned the card atop the deck and flipped the next card, the one called The River, onto its back beside the Jack of Diamonds. It was the Six of Spades. I had a full house now. My stomach ached. Relax, I told myself. It's not a big deal. Just about anything beat threes and sixes. I didn't have to go on, I could fold rght now. But folding now would leave me only $15 down. That wasn't enough. I needed to lose as fast and as much as I possibly could. Worse, I knew the guys were purposely keeping the bets down, going easy on the newbie. I needed them to get into their natural rhythm, betting heavily, foolishly heavy if possible. "Here we go," I said, arriving at the table. Expertly I handed a bottle to each man, collecting the empties, waiting patiently with a grin as Nick and Richard each drained their last few ounces of beer. I felt like a waitress, again. I even found myself assuming the semi-seductive, tipped-hip pose assured to increase tips. I wondered what the guys would think if I disappeared into my bedroom a moment to change. The thought brought a grin. They'd all object, and then cheer when I reappeared in my white blouse and short black skirt and apron. Men are so predictable. Predictable enough that Nick made a faux grasp for my ass when I passed by. We all laughed at that. "Dirty old man," I chided. "You're cut off." More laughter. I set the tray aside and sat down. It was my go, and I called and raised two dollars. A very uncomfortable looking Jim returned a moment later and sat down without looking at me and fiddled with his cards. "I raised two," I prodded, nudging him with my toe. Appalled, I watched him turn bright red and then try to cover it with a fit of the fakest sounding coughing I've ever heard. Chagrined, I nudged him again with my toe. Jim was a bad idea. My only choice, considering the options, but a bad idea nonetheless. He acted like a school boy. And you're acting like what, my conscious wanted to know? Oh, shut up. Still coughing, a real cough now, brought on by the fake ones, Jim dropped two chips in the pile and indicated Bill to go on. I reached out and patted Jim on the back; Bill pounded on him from the other side. Jim's face went from red to purple. "Holy Moly, stolie," Richard said. "You coughing up a lung, boy?" Jim continued to cough while Bill and I continued to pound/pat his back. I noted a questioning glance exchanged by Robert and Gary, and from the corner of my right eye, one directed at me by Steve. I glanced at him, all innocence, and he grinned at my wryly. Did he suspect, I wondered? Had Jim's visit to the kitchen, and subsequent return to the table, obviously out of sorts, given us away? I could only shrug mentally and mentally kick Jim for being so transparent. Finally, he got his hacking under control and the first thing he did was light a Kool. "Jim!" I snatched the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out. "Are you crazy?" Their laughter was twice as strong now, and under this pretense, I gave him a look, sternly demanding that he get himself under control. "Listen to the young lady," Rich advised. "She'll take you over her knee, you don't watch out," Mike warned. "You might like that though, wouldn't you?" Rich came back. "I might like that myself," Nick quipped, and then went "Oof!" when Bill whacked his arm. I could feel the disapproval rolling off Steve. "Are you done?" he demanded. Nick and Mike weren't done yet. "Maybe Jim needs something stronger than a good spanking," Nick taunted. "Maybe he needs new lungs," Mike cracked. "He's about used these up." "Maybe we should demand to see a note from his mother before he lights up again," Nick said. Still red-faced, Jim held up his hand and slashed it downward. "Enough!" he croaked. "Play your cards." Laughing, Bill dropped in four chips and a moment later, a still laughing, though now slightly disgusted Nick flicked his cards away and folded. I let my hand hover over Jim's back, ready in case. He seemed to have the coughing under control, though his face remained an unhealthy flustered, blotchy red. He felt my eyes on him and nodded. A nod meant to convey that he had control of himself now. You better, I thought grimly, glaring at him. I dropped my hand and turned back to the table. Mike raised, a sighing Richard said "Fold," Robert called Mike's raise and raised again. Steve, grinding the cigar between his molars, grudgingly dropped a red chip and three blue chips into the pot. He did not raise. I felt strongly that he had a nothing hand, had simply stayed in the game to keep me coached, keep an eye out for me. I hoped like hell someone would beat my full house. I thought again about folding, decided against it, called, and watched as Jim, Bill and Mike all called. Robert checked and the round was finally over. Steve motioned to me. "You were the first to bet The River, so that means you go first." The others waited impatiently while I hesitated, unsure of myself still, and finally flipped over my cards. "Full house?" I said meekly, questioning the answer. "Three's and six's," Mike observed. "Good hand. Robert'll be hard pressed to beat you." Robert had the winning hand. I hoped, anyway. "Beats me," Jim confessed in a still harsh voice, exposing two Jacks. Bill had three eights, while Mike showed us a flush in Spades. Not enough to beat my full house though. Letting his mouth twist in a wry smile, Robert then flipped over a pair of sixes, revealing his own, winning full house. While I grinned inwardly Steve grunted and flicked his cards into the pile un-flipped. I smiled wanly, conceding defeat. "Good game," I ventured. Grinning, delighted at the grumbling of his teammates, Robert scooped up his winnings and piled them hastily into stacks of red, blue and white. My underarms itched and I fought the urge to squirm. I was only down by $21, but I had just lost my first hand and was finally on the road to losing everything. And I hadn't even cheated. The thought made me want to laugh out loud. It made me want to go hide. It made me want to jump in my car and drive to Maryland. Why was I doing this? For a moment, a very long moment, the world narrowed to a tunnel. All sound went away. At the end of the tunnel was a very dim light that pulsated along with my heartbeat. The sides of the tunnel were rough-hewn and shiny with moisture. I mistook the illusion for a railroad tunnel at first, a hole burrowed through a mountainside, until it occurred to me that the tunnel was completely round and also pulsating with my heartbeat. I was looking at my own vagina, soon to be transformed into a railroad tunnel of its own. A term existed for what I planned to do, a very appropriate one, I realized: Pulling a train. "Lisa?" I started and shivered head to toe. "You okay?" Steve wanted to know. I'd caught him in the act of shuffling. "I'm fine," I lied, shivering both mentally and physically. He cocked his head at me. I sensed the attention of the others directed my way, also, especially that of Jim. Get yourself together, I told myself angrily. You're going through with this. You are out of your mind, my conscious spat back at me, just as angry. I ignored it and raised my eyebrows indicating I hadn't heard the question he'd asked. "Do you want to deal?" "Do I have to?" I asked, squeamishly. I feared fucking up. "Not if you don't want to. I can deal for you. Or one of the others can deal." "I think that's best," I demurred, eying the expert way his fingers handled the cards. I was clumsy and awkward. I often shots cards out of the deck rather than inter-leaf them as Steve was now doing. Other times I'd splatter the cards all over the table. Rules of the Game He nodded, and slid over the hockey puck. "The game continues as though you're dealing the hand anyway. This shows where the deal is. Jim's the Small Blind now, and Bill the Big Blind." Obediently, Jim and Bill both dropped in their chips. Then he continued with words that both relieved, and sent a chill down my spine. "We're playing by Friday night rules now. The pot's doubled and we double on each raise. No more sticking to the Big Blind raise. No more checking either, except for the person who last raised. It's either Call, Raise or Fold. And the raise amount doubles again on The Turn. You OK with that? You'll spend money faster, but it also means you could really clean up with a couple of good hands." He added this last as I shrugged my agreement. The others, with the exception of Jim, who looked grim and fiddled with his chips, nodded in approval and said "Good girl" "Now we're getting somewhere" and "No more pussy footing around." My heart thumped harder and my blood pressure made my ears ring. After Jim and Bill doubled the amounts of the blinds to $1 and 2$, Steve quickly dealt the cards, starting with Jim and circling the table back to me. I kept my hands resting on my thighs until I received my second card. Then, fingers trembling, I peeked and found the Queen of Spades, and the Four of Clubs. Better than the three and six I'd had before, I thought. Hopefully, good enough to lose with. "Let's get this horse race runnin'!" Nick cried. "Call and raise!" He dropped in four blue chips, which Mike, Rich and Robert called one after the other. And which Gary raised with a matching $4. My heart stuttered at the speed with which chips dropped in the pile. Steve called the $8, followed immediately by me, and then Nick, Mike, Rich and Robert added their matching chips in quick succession. I thought for a moment Gary intended to raise again, but after toying with his chips for a moment, and rolling the cigar between his lips, he went ahead and checked. I breathed a sigh of relief, while at the same time thinking no one was particularly happy with this hand. A quick tally gave me $72 in the pot. I was down another $8. I had $75 left. $75 to get rid of, I reminded myself grimly. I clenched my teeth, and clenched my hands together in my lap. "Burning the top card.," Steve announced and flipped the card onto its back. He then dealt out the Eight of Clubs, the Ace of Clubs, and the Six of Diamonds. I had nothing, I realized sickly: a Queen high. Though none of the men so much as flinched, I could feel the general dissatisfaction with Steve's deal of cards. Steve grinned, knowing this was a bad round. I had to remind myself again that I wanted bad cards, wanted to lose my money. I wondered how many would fold. I wondered how many would fold when I started playing for my clothing. It was Jim's go and he wanted to check, I could sense it. I also sensed that, had he not been part of the conspiracy, he'd have cut his loses and folded right then. I changed his mind with a little nudge from my toe, hoping he'd perceive it the right way. He did, calling the bet and dropping in his two chips. I could feel his displeasure. Stupid ass, I thought back. You'd rather trade a chance at fucking me for a few lousy dollars? He flinched, as though reading my mind. In quick succession, Nick, Mike and Richard all folded. I saw Jim's shoulders tense and immediately felt sorry I'd pushed him into the bet. Worse, I knew I had to fold on my next turn or the one immediately after, or risk letting on that I was intentionally trying to loose. I had nothing; I wasn't going into the showdown with nothing. Robert raised, and I watched Jim's mouth tighten as, one after the other, we threw in our cards. Sorry, I whispered mentally. I twisted my left foot so that I could run it up and down his right calf. He tightened at first, and then visibly relaxed. He almost allowed a smile on his face. Almost. Again, I felt Steve's eyes on me. The next round was a joke. Steve burned and turned a Five of Diamonds as The Turn card. Bill dropped in $4, followed moments later by Robert, who did likewise. Bill checked and Steve burned and dealt out The River card, the Queen of Clubs, which I frowned at irritably. I would have had a pair of queens. Not enough to win, I was sure, but still a pair of queens. Moments later, Bill took the pot of $104 with two pair. This sucks, I thought. I'm down a whole $29 dollars. This wasn't happening fast enough. The next hand started no better. I held the Jack of Clubs and the Nine of Hearts. I ended with a pair of Jacks, stayed in until the finish, took a bit of razzing for not folding when I should have, raised no undo suspicious regardless, and watched Mike scoop up the $100 plus pot on pairs of Kings and Jacks. Jim had folded on The Turn, and again, I stroked his calf with my foot. This time he smiled, like a Cheshire cat. If Steve noticed, he didn't let on. I was now down $44. Another $60 to go. The process took another four hands. The deal had just gone to Gary when Mike conveniently pointed out my dearth of chips. I had $14 dollars remaining. "Looks like she needs a reboot," he said jokingly. Jim had already cashed in another hundred, and Steve and Bill were beginning to run low also. Steve looked aggravated about this, Bill, resigned. As Mike started to dig out his wallet, I did three things simultaneously: I held up my hand, I shook my head no, and I caressed Jim's leg with my foot. "Uh-uh," I said. "I'm out." I pushed back from the table and began to arise as one after the other, the men, Mike the most vehemently, objected. "No way!" Mike exclaimed. "Steve told you we were covering you in this. Sit back down, girly-que." "No one pays my way," I replied, though not stiffly. "I appreciate you all letting me lose all your money, I really do. It was fun. But I'm not letting anyone shell out more money when I'm just going to lose it again." "Come on!" Nick exclaimed. "A hundred bucks is nothing." "Mike uses that to buy toothpicks," Rich interjected. "I use that to buy toothpicks," Bill threw in. "Shit, I spend that much in condoms, you a-holes." Everybody gave Nick hell for that. "Really, Lisa, don't desert us," Jim complained. Feigning undeterred, I half-turned, grabbing the chair-back, preparing to wheel the chair back to the desk. "Rent's due in six days. I need my money for that. Sorry." "Rent, schment," Mike said derisively. "We'll pay the f-ing rent. Stay in the game, Lisa." "No," I said firmly. "I don't take welfare and I don't let people waste their money." I headed the chair back into the living room. "Go one with your game, guys. I'll still be here." "As a bar-maid?" Bill said. "No thanks. What'dya say, Steve? Grandfather her the rent money? We'll pick it up. Won't we guys?" "Hell, yeah!" Mike and Nick exclaimed at the same time. "I'll pay the rent myself," added Mike. So far, except for the crack about condoms, I hadn't heard from Robbie, Gary or Steve. And then Steve cleared his throat. This was it: The literal Moment of Truth. I held my breath, my heart pounding, my blood pressure shy rocketing. No pause, I cut in ahead of whatever Steve had to say. "I could..." I broke off and bit my lower lip. Obediently, my face reddened gaily. "Could what?" Mike wanted to know. "Whatever you want," Nick added. "Um-umm," I said, shaking my head again. I felt the intense concentration of Jim's gaze on my back. I moved the chair another six inches toward the desk. "Hey! I know what," Jim exclaimed. Steve cut him off. "Let the girl be. Can't you see she's embarrassed?" "What's she got to be embarrassed about?" Mike objected. "She ain't lost worse than the rest of us. The only one not offering anything is Robbie, and he's taken the biggest pots." I tried unsuccessfully to make sense of that particular statement and gave up. It smacked a bit of desperation, which was good, I thought. Desperation was what I wanted. Without turning, I said quietly "Well...I could--" "Could what?" Jim asked on cue. I kept my back turned. I felt my face redden in anticipation. The trembling evaporated momentarily, and then came back with a vengence. "Could what?" Mike repeated. He knew. I knew he knew. I could hear it in his tone, in the sudden excited tremor of sexual excitement. "I could--" I began again. "I could, maybe sell something for money?" The table went dead silent. No one spoke. Not even Steve, though I could hear the cigar grind between his teeth. "Sell something?" Bill said dumbly. I nodded, still with my back turned. "Like what?" Mike wanted to know, too innocent, too calmly. "My bra?" I suggested. The silence deepened like a black hole. I immediately recanted, withdrew the offer entirely. "Never mind. That's the stupidest thing I've ever said. Forgive me," I said. I finished wheeling the chair back to the desk and turned to head for my bedroom. The eruption of objections was equally for and against my idea. "No Way!" Steve announced in no uncertain terms. His pronouncement was aimed at the men, not at me. "I think it's a great idea!" Mike complained. "It's not like we'll see anything. And she'll get to stay in the game that way." "Right!" Nick agreed enthusiastically. "No way!" Robbie agreed with Steve. "Says who?" Bill wanted to know. "Says me," Gary growled. "We didn't come here for strip poker. Not with Steve's daughter's goddamed roommate, you idiot." "Who you calling an idiot, you asshole!" "Don't call her a goddamned roommate!" Jim jumped in. "Where's your goddamned respect?" "I'll give you some respect," Gary threatened, red-faced now and half-rising from his chair, pointing his thick finger across the table. "Guys!" I had to get this quieted down, under control. "It's my decision what to wear or not. Not yours. You only have to decide if my bra is worth $25." "$25?" Mike queried. "That's what I paid for it," I lied. It had been a Christmas present from Matt, my asshole boyfriend, via a Victoria's Secret gift certificate. The matching purple bra and panties had been one of two sets I got for $100, plus change. The bras were $40 each. "I'll give you $50 for it," Jim got in before anyone else could. "Sold," I said, even as Steve exploded "Hell no!" "Why not?" Jim demanded, reddening. "Because I said so!" Steve shouted, even as I began the complicated procedure of removing my bra under my T-shirt. I listened to the back and forth between Jim and Steve, Mike and Steve, Nick and Robert, Richard and Gary, Bill and Jim, oddly enough on the same side yet still arguing about it. The debate raged on and then ended abruptly as I removed the purple bra from my right sleeve and walked it over to the table to Jim. My champions stared at it open-mouthed, while my defenders glowered. I dropped the bra into Jim's lap. "$50," I reiterated. He nodded disjointedly and counted out and quickly shoved $50 worth of chips into my spot. I could feel the excitement coming off him like radio waves. Were he a generator, he'd be pumping out 5,000 watts. Watching, Steve chewed his cigar, practically grinding the end out of existence between his teeth. Gary fumed, while Robbie looked lost of what to say next. Oddly, it was Robert and Gary and Steve I owed my allegiance to, not Jim and the others. Whatever their reasons—and in Gary's case, the reasoning was decidedly unclear—they did not want me dishonoring myself like this, endangering myself. If they only knew, I thought, sighing. * * * The following hands went well. That is to say, I lost honestly, and gracefully. Jim kept my brassiere safe on his lap, and even talked facetiously about selling it back when the time came. "Yeah, for double the price," Mike quipped. Jim shook his head. "$50. The same as I bought it for." "Yeah, right," Nick said, eying my meager cache of chips. I had $14 dollars left, and I'd won a hand. Two hands, actually, though both were very small. The pots were remaining small, purposely, I knew, to keep me from going broke. Now past the "hump," my nerves had settled somewhat. I no longer felt like a scream waiting to happen. My trembling had eased, my stomach had quieted, and I no longer felt a constant need to go pee. Most importantly, I no longer felt the steel band of fear clamped around my chest. It had disappeared along with my bra. Well, mostly. Predictably--or maybe not so predictably--the men were keeping their eyes clear of my chest. Steve, I knew, remained disturbed by the turn of events. So did Robert and Gary. No one had mentioned my bra (except that once early on), my modest striptease, the fact that I was running low on cash again and would need another transfusion, that I had only my shoes and socks, T-shirt and shorts, and panties left to barter with. Except for my shoes and socks, I felt that every one of them, Mike and Nick included, would balk at any attempt to rid myself of more clothing. For the time being, anyway. I had to get them drunk. "Time for more beer?" I asked. I pushed back and stood, purposely twisting to tighten my T-shirt across my breasts. I felt an immediate snap to attention. One by one the guys either handed over their bottles, or completely drained them and then handed them over. Mike, in particular gave my chest the once-over before surrendering his bottle. Nick and Richard, and even Robert eyed me, not quite surreptitiously, while Gary only smirked. This wasn't good enough. I had not simply lagged in my duties as hostess, I'd botched this aspect of the plan entirely. Not a single man had downed more than three beers. I was completely sober myself. Worse, I was beginning to jitter again. I needed alcohol. Winking at the group as a whole, I ran the empties into the kitchen, guessing Steve would join me there for some verbal spanking, which he did. "You should know I'm not happy about this," he growled. I kept my tone neutral. "I won't take your money, Steve. You can bitch at me all you want about it. You guys insisted I say in the game, and selling my bra was the only way I could think of to do it." "Bull shit," he grumbled. "You could have sold something else." "My comics collection, for instance? My collection of rocks from around the world? What exactly do you think I have that anyone wants, Steve? It could have been my T-shirt," I pointed out, grinning. "That's not the point." He was getting angry again. His face darkened unhealthily and his jaw muscles bunched. "You are my daughter's roommate and damned no way should you be playing strip poker with my guys. It's ludicrous. It's shameful. Shameful for me, putting you in the position in the first place. Double shameful for letting you do it. You drop out when we return. Jimmy will return your bra, and we'll stop this nonsense right now. Before it escalates any further." I was touched. I really was. I put my hand on his arm and squeezed it gently. "Thank you for caring so much, Steve. I know you're worried about the appropriateness of this. My being taken advantage of, I guess. I appreciate it, I do. Have you ever heard a song called Just a Girl?" He frowned, bewildered. "It's by a group called No Doubt. It came out in the early zeros. I think in 2003." I opened the refrigerator door and handed him bottles as I had Jim. He seemed uncertain what to do with them, so I handed him two more. He put them on the tray, unopened. "Gwen Stefani is their lead singer," I said. "You may have heard of her? Anyway, it's about the burden of being a girl in a man's world. The unfairness of it all. How we have to be guarded for our own good. How we're so helpless by ourselves. How we can't drive at night without our husbands or boyfriends along for protection. How we need a hand to hold on to, to be guided. How we're captives in the world you men created. "Actually, in my own home, Steve, I'd like to dress the way I want without asking anyone's permission. It's embarrassing...humiliating, really. Do you think I could do that?" I had rehearsed this speech earlier and now watched it shut him down completely, just as planned. I grinned, handing him two more bottles as his face darkened almost to umber. This man who had treated me like a father, had saved my butt on untold occasions, who I had just cut off at the knees with a chain saw. I felt like a complete and total shrew. "We OK?" I asked. He chewed his cigar. "Steve?" "As long as you don't take off anything else." "I can't promise that, Steve." "Lisa..." "I want to play." "At the expense of your dignity?" "I could get better," I lied. "You'd have to get a lot better than you are right now. You're one girl against eight experienced men. They're letting you off easy now." "I don't want any special favors," I argued. "They shouldn't play any differently with me than they do with anyone else." "You're not everyone else," he insisted. In his eyes, in his features, behind the mask of anger, I could detect pain. He thought of me as his daughter and wanted me safe, protected, angelic. If touched my heart, making it ache. Perhaps I should abandon this moronic idea, I thought. Before I broke his heart. Again, the image of the video, locked in freeze-frame as I gazed in despair at my laptop's screen, invaded me with arctic cold. I gulped, remembering the knife thrust of pain and the stab of betrayal I'd felt. My eyes teared and I looked away quickly. I closed the refrigerator door and grabbed the tray. "The others are waiting," I said. "Let's play." "Lisa..." he tried one more time. But I was out the door and back to the dining room. * * * My $14 lasted one round. The rules were, Steve insisted, that you buy-in between hands, not during. "Bullshit!" Mike and Jim announced together. "What kind of arbitrary bullshit is that?" Mike wanted to know. "You buy-in at any time," Jim complained. Nick said, "You making up the rules you see fit now, Steve?" Even Robert looked doubtful. "Its my game, I make the rules," Steve growled. "Bullshit!" Mike said again. "The rules are, we buy in any damned time we want to." "It's OK," I interjected, trying to defuse things. "It is not OK," Mike shot back. "He's trying to play God. Make you stop playing." "Maybe I should stop," I offered as a gambit. "I'm only causing you trouble." At once, Nick jumped to my defense. "I, for one, welcome the addition. It's nice to have someone not old and fat and bald at the table. Fuck you," he growled to the many objections, grinning. "You know it's true you assholes. Besides, you're a lot nicer to look at than Steve's ugly-ass puss, Lisa." The others laughed and agreed. Steve was the color of umber again. He looked like a boiler, two seconds from explosion. I jumped in before it could escalate further. "I have my shoes and socks," I said. "I could use them as filler until the next hand." I quickly reached down and slipped my right tennie off my foot, along with my right anklet and held them up. "That is, if anyone thinks they're worth anything," I added. Immediately, together, giving each other a hard look afterward, Jim and Nick and Mike all said "Hell, yes!" I laughed, while Mike bid $50. "No way," I said. "They weren't worth that much new." Actually, they had cost me $80 new, but I wasn't telling them that. "$50 for all four," Nick put in. "I was meaning all four," I corrected. "They go as a set. $20?" Jim and Nick and Mike all said yes at the same time. To keep peace, I divvied up the booty and sold the socks to Jim for $5, and a shoe each to Nick and Mike for $10 apiece. I now had $25 more to lose. Steve was furious. Angrily, he ordered us back to the game. Rules of the Game The email had been very clear about the parameters of the encounter. Tonight was the night I had been advised I would receive the instructions as to where and when. I read the email once again just to remind myself of the rules of the game. * 'You will be given a time and a place, you must be at the location on time, otherwise you will miss this opportunity. Once inside the apartment, you will find a masquerade mask on the hall stand; this mask must be worn throughout the event. You will enter the second door on your right and close it behind you. Inside the room will be your two partners for the evening. The petite Asian woman will be naked and restrained to the bed in a kneeling position. She will be wearing a mask and a ball gag; she will be unable to engage in conversation with you but will be able to react to your actions. The tall blonde woman again will be wearing a mask; she will only answer to your instructions with 'Yes Master'. The two women have distinct roles for the evening. The blonde will help you pleasure the Asian, but will only use her mouth, fingers or toys to do so. She will also only pleasure you with her mouth if instructed to do so. You may orally pleasure her. You must not cum in her mouth or on her body. You may fuck the Asian in any hole available, but must only cum on or in her pussy. If you choose to use her asshole, you must use the condoms and lubrication provided. You may orally pleasure her if you wish. You may use or instruct to be used any of the toys available on either of the women. There is no time limit. For the evening you may call the blonde Lauren & the Asian Nancy. Enjoy your evening!' Just reading it again had made me hard and I licked my lips, which had become dry with anticipation of the evening ahead. Just after 8.00pm, my mobile began to ring and answering it a distorted voice said '8.30pm on the dot,' then gave me the address details. Two minutes later I was driving towards the address, had calculated it would be about a 20 minute journey, I knew the area a little, a better of part of the district. I pondered the distorted voice which had given the instructions, was it male or female, I couldn't decide. Was it a husband or partner of one of the women, maybe it was one of the women. No matter, that was for them. Parking my car in one of the parking spaces of the apartment block, I checked my watch, 8.25pm, good timing. Locking the car, I walked towards the entrance lobby and in towards the lifts. 3rd floor button pushed, seconds later the lift doors opened and I scanned the hallway for the direction of number 7. Moving right, down the wide hallway the door to Flat 7 was soon before me. Checking my watch again it read 8.28pm and taking a deep breath I pushed at the door. It swung open and I stepped inside, releasing the catch before closing it behind me. Moving down the hallway, I picked up the mask from the stand and put it on as I approached the second door on the right. Taking a deep breath, I used the door handle and opened the door, entered the room and shut it. I surveyed the room before me, large, expensively decorated and furnished, well lit and as advised, Nancy naked on the large bed, which was centrally positioned on the far wall. Her raised butt was presented directly towards me, legs spread, each ankle tied to the bottom corners by cords, expertly secured. Her torso was on the bed and I could she her arms spread-eagled, again secured by cords. A very inviting sight, she was definitely arranged for easy access! I noticed movement to my right out of the corner of my eye, a tall, thin woman, with cascading blonde hair stood from the chair she had been sitting in. 'You must be Lauren.' I said. 'Yes Master.' came the reply. She was obviously a very beautiful woman, even with the mask covering some of her features. I would have guessed mid-thirties, 5'9", smallish breasts, slim waist and hips, long legs and a pouting pussy, which was totally hairless. Her pussy looked swollen and red, lips slightly open; I guessed she had been playing with it before my arrival. 'Have you been playing with yourself?' I asked. 'Yes Master.' Came the reply. 'Show me how, whilst I get undressed' I responded. She sat back down, draped her long legs over either arm of the chair and looking directly at me, began massaging herself, spreading her lips, rubbing her clit. She was very wet and easily slipped two fingers deep inside. Her breathing was quickening as she worked at pleasuring herself, never once did her eyes leave mine. I watched intently, whilst removing my clothes and in no time I stood naked, my nearly eight inches of cock standing proud. 'Stop!' I commanded, she complied immediately. 'Come here; let me taste your fingers.' She got up, walked towards me, offering her fingers to me. I sucked them into my mouth, savouring the taste of her juices, she sighed as I continued the tasting. Removing her fingers I congratulated her on how sweet her juices were and how I would enjoy drinking them from her pussy later. She smiled. 'Now, go to Nancy, lick and suck her pussy until she cums, use your fingers to fuck her, tease her asshole with your tongue. I want her soaking wet!' 'Yes, Master.' No sooner asked, than doing. She clambered onto the bed, lowered her head and began the kissing, licking and sucking of her defenceless friend. Nancy immediately began to moan and cry out, despite the gag in her mouth, she was wiggling her pussy against the mouth and tongue of Lauren, her arms and legs straining against her bonds. Moving to the side of the bed for a better view, I marvelled at the blonde's oral skill. Long slow licks the full length of Nancy's pussy, sucking in the lips, nibbling at her clit, tongue fucking into her pussy, rimming her back hole. She slipped two fingers fully inside Nancy, which caused her to squeal with delight and set up a good rhythm, fucking them in and out of the soaking pussy. I could see juices running over her thighs, a continually scream coming from Nancy, shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm thundered through her writhing body. Having successfully completed her task, Lauren raised her head, removed her fingers and stood at the end of the bed. Moving quickly towards Lauren, I mashed my lips against hers, kissing her deeply, licking her face, getting a taste of the beautiful young woman she had made cum. My god, Nancy tasted wonderful, passion was pulsing through me, as I fervently kissed and hugged Lauren to me, my cock squashed against her stomach, my hands roaming her body, massaging and parting her buttocks, massaging her tits, pinching her fully erect nipples. She moaned loudly, grinding her crotch against mine, gasping for breath. After several minutes, we both regained control and stepping back, I took her right hand in mine, raised it to my mouth and began sucking and licking Nancy's juices from Lauren's fingers. They tasted as good as the first time, but it didn't take long before the juices were gone. Taking her fingers from my mouth, but still holding her hand, I moved it down towards my erection, encouraging her to grip it. She did so without hesitation, looking down at what she had in her hand, biting her bottom lip as she enjoyed the sight. 'Get down on your knees and suck it, lick the head, lick my balls. It needs to be well lubricated before I push it into your friend's tight pussy. Do you think Nancy's pussy will be able to take all of my cock?' There was slight hesitation before her reply, 'Yes Master.' Kneeling before me and looking up into my eyes, I noticed a wicked grin spread across her lips. I think she was looking forward to this. She pushed her hand back towards my stomach, exposing the head of my cock, which was coated in plenty of pre-come, before sticking out her tongue and licking it like a large lolly. Lauren slowly traced around the head of my swollen cock head with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth. She sucked hard on it, whilst her tongue swirled around it, occasionally forcing the tip of her tongue into my cock slit. She took more of my cock into her mouth, probably 4 inches, lavishing the same treatment to this length. There was no way she was going to get much more in, her mouth stretched by the girth of my cock, so she removed it and began tonguing along the remaining length and base before gently sucking one testicle at a time into her mouth and massage them with her tongue. Lauren was proving that she was equally expert at the art fellatio, as she was an expert in the art of cunnilingus. My cock duly coated in Lauren's saliva, I told her to take the large glass dildo I had spotted on the bedside cabinet, position herself to the side of Nancy and whilst I fuck her friend, to wank herself to orgasm with the glass phallus. She arranged herself, spread her long longs to give me the best view possible and slowly began to work the head into her reddened pussy. She gasped as it slipped inside and with an urgent persistence pushed more into herself. The sight of Lauren working the glass cock into her pussy became a side issue as I moved closer in behind Nancy. I knelt onto the end of the bed and rubbed my cock head along the length of her sopping wet pussy. She let out a moan as I basically fucked along her lips and up to her clit, then after several minutes of this and with one thrust, ploughed the entire length of my cock into her tight cunt. She squealed with a mixture of pleasure and maybe some pain, as her pussy muscles became accustomed to the size of my cock, deep inside her. After she seemed to relax some, I began to fuck her with it, slowly at first, but in and out with the entire length. Deep strokes, only leaving the head inside her, before forcing it fully back in. As my pace gathered, she grunted with each forward thrust, pushing her hips back to meet it. She was tight alright; I could feel her muscle gripping my cock both on the forward and backward stroke. She was matching my movements with hers. Glancing across I could see Lauren, forcing the dildo in and out of her pussy in time to my fucking of Nancy, her eyes were filled with lust as she watched my cock plunge into her friend. My climax was beginning to build and grabbing Nancy's hips, I began to fuck her forcefully, our groins crashing against each other, loud slapping noises made as out flesh collided. Nancy was coming hard against me, almost continually screaming as the pace of my fucking built. I noticed Lauren convulsing against the fully buried dildo, mewing coming from her mouth as she came hard against it. This sight pushed me over the edge and with one more huge thrust, I erupted my cum deep inside Nancy, grunting as spurt after spurt spewed into her pussy, my whole body shaking with the force of my climax. My climax seemed to last for minutes, but eventually I began to regain my senses, withdrawing my still semi hard cock, watching Nancy's muscles try to close after accommodating it within her, the mixture of our juices coating both her pussy and the entire length of my cock. I realised Lauren was now standing beside me; she seemed mesmerised by the sloppy mess I had made of her friends cunt. 'Clean my cock up!' I commanded. 'Yes Master!' she purred, audible delight in the tone of her reply. On her knees in a flash, her tongue at work immediately, gobbling up the spunky mixture and eagerly swallowing it down. Ever millimetre of my cock & balls was treated to the attention of her skilful mouth and tongue and to my amazement after several minutes of this treatment; my cock began to harden again. Pulling her face away from my cock, I ordered her to stand and looking deep into her eyes I said, 'Now clean her pussy up, every last drop of my spunk must be eaten and swallowed, both what is inside and out!' 'Yes Master!' she replied, nodding and began her clean-up operation. Lauren was perched half on and half off the end of the bed, her backside wiggling invitingly as she licked and slurped at her friend's sloppy pussy. Nancy was enjoying the job Lauren was performing too; squeals of delight escaped her mouth as Lauren vacuumed out her pussy, forcing fingers inside to scoop out what spunk remained within. I was sorely tempted to break the rules and grab that beautiful backside and force my cock deep into either of those inviting holes, but decided against it. Instead, picking up the discarded glass dildo, I rubbed it up and down the swollen camel toe which was before me. Lauren's head shot round, a smile spreading across her mouth as I began to push the dildo into her pussy. She resumed her task with fervour as I began to fuck her harder with it, slightly spreading her legs to allow more of it to penetrate her, forcing her hips backwards to meet the thrusts. Keeling down behind Lauren, I slowly removed the dildo and replaced it with my tongue, forcing this as far inside her as I could, she squealed with surprise and delight as I lashed her wetness with my tongue and mouth, almost French kissing her cunt as I orally feasted on her. Both girls were fast approaching their orgasms as the pace of our actions built. Nancy was first, screaming and shaking as her climax rocked her body, followed closely by Lauren, her body going ridged before letting out a long squeal of delight, as spasms twitched throughout her lithe body. I sat down on the seat Lauren had been sitting in earlier. I watched as the two girls tried to regain control of themselves, taking big gulps of air into their lungs. They both seemed totally spent, their pussy's gaping open and obviously wet, reddened from the attention they had received. I could taste Lauren's juices which covered my lips and face, the aroma of sex filled my nostrils, maybe I was in heaven. But there was one thing I wanted to do with my two sex maidens. Standing and moving towards the end of the bed, I encouraged Lauren to sit up and position her face close to Nancy's pussy. I took my hard cock in my right hand and began to wank, slowly at first but building the speed steadily. Lauren had a smirk on her face as she watched my fist pump my cock and reaching up with her right hand, started to fondle my balls, whilst with her left hand she began to rim Nancy's asshole. We were all taken in by the moment, all verbalising our pleasure with grunts, groans and moans; it was almost animalistic as our noises filled the room. This aural sound track was fast bringing me to my climax and with a fevered burst of strokes, I shot my load, the first landing on Nancy's asshole the second and third onto her pussy, the remained dribbling from the end of my cock, was quickly dealt with by Lauren's willing mouth. As she cleaned me up, I heard Nancy squeak and noticed Lauren, by using the lubrication of my spunk, had forced her finger-tip into Nancy's asshole and was finger fucking her with it. Kneeling down beside Lauren, I began to spread my cum, which had landed on Nancy's pussy, across her lips with my tongue. Seeing me doing this, Lauren gasped and joined me as we played a game moving cum around Nancy's pussy, before each scooping some up into our mouths and French kissing deeply, sharing the mixture of Nancy's juices and my cum. We are all exhausted by the evening's events and it was obvious to me that the point had been reached when it was time for me to leave. Standing up, I moved towards my clothes, which I had placed on a chest of drawers and began to get dressed, my back towards the girls. Once fully clothed I turned to see both women sitting on the end of the bed, Lauren had released Nancy from her bonds and removed the ball gag. Both were still wearing their masquerade mask and also broad smiles. 'Well, Nancy, Lauren, thank you for a truly exhilarating evening, one I will never ever forget. Maybe one day I might be that lucky again!' I smiled at them both, turned, headed towards the door and just as I was about to close it behind me, heard them both chorus, 'Yes Master, you will be that lucky again! And soon!'