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Poker Face

By: kotori



It was a quiet afternoon at the office. My last appointment for the day had to cancel at the last minute, and the bosses were all at a convention out of town. Nothing was happening, and although it was a good time to catch up on paperwork, I was tired so I thought I'd get an early start on the weekend. I didn't expect my girlfriend, Paola, to be home when I got there, so I was surprised to hear the television when I walked through the door. I decided to sneak up on her as a surprise, but when I went into the living room, she was the one who surprised me.

Playing on the television was a porn video; a pretty young girl was having her faced stuffed with cock; I watched for a second when the actor pulled out and emptied a huge load of cum across her face. Paola, not realising I was behind her, emitted a little gasp and then a moan. Immediately the scene on the screen shifted; once again, a sexy young bitch was getting her throat rammed by a large cock. Once again, the scene ended with arcs of hot, sticky cum splashing the actress's pouty, puffy lips. Paola moaned again and I could her a squishing sound. I quietly looked over the back of the sofa and saw my petite sweet girl pounding her cunt with her fingers. The skirt of her elegant suit was hiked up around her waist, her dainty little g-string panties around her knees. I wanted nothing more than to strip down and fuck her senseless, but I was fascinated with the scene in front of me and decided to watch quietly, despite my own erection.

Paola has always been an enthusiastic cocksucker. In spite of the fact that she's a high-powered corporate attorney, in the bedroom she's definitely a submissive. Who knows? Perhaps it's because in the "outside" world she is so forceful and dominant that at home she takes comfort from being the object, rather than the subject. Which suits me fine; our sex life is dominated by me—I'm the one who calls all the shots, and she takes the greatest pleasure in pleasuring me. Not that she doesn't get her share of orgasms: the girl comes buckets, at times even squirting juice from her cunt.

Another scene started on the television, same as the others, but this time, when the girl finished with a face full of dripping cum, she turned her head and got a second pounding by another huge cock, and then a third. Paola's breathing grew shorter, her moans deeper. She reached into her purse and extracted a large, natural-shaped dildo and stroked herself once before burying it deep into her gash. I fully expected her to fuck herself with it, but as soon as it was properly lubricated, she withdrew it and began to suck on it. The girl in the video took a third load and then a fourth and as Paola watched, she fucked her own mouth with the plastic cock while still fingering her stiff clit.

Silently, I took off my jacket and tie and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping off my loafers. My nipples were almost as erect as my cock, but I left my trousers and stepped around the side of the sofa. Paola was startled and automatically attempted to cover herself but I commanded her to continue and knelt down between her legs and began to lick her oozing slit. The bitch was wet, her tangy juices flowing into my mouth and down my chin. As I concentrated my wagging tongue on her stiff clit, I reached up and pinched her nipples, which only had the effect of deepening her moans and causing her hips to buck against my chin. I reached further and put my hand over hers, grasping the dildo, and pushed it into her mouth. Paola gagged, but I knew she was loving it from the way she thrust her cunt at my mouth.

I continued to savage her clit until I could tell she was ready to cum. Her entire body shook and her little cunt went into spasms around my tongue. Before I knew what was happening, she arched her back and emitted a stream of hot, viscous juice into my face as she twisted and writhed beneath me. I took the dildo from her mouth and rammed it deep into her gaping hole and then went back down to sucking her sloppy clit. Pulling on it with my lips, I brought her to a second, quick orgasm, and then told her to describe the video to me.

"A young girl is on her knees, sucking a large black man's cock. He is grabbing her pigtails—she has red hair and freckles—using them like handles to pull her head into his groin. He's raping her mouth and now..." she gasped..."now he's coming great quantities onto her face, filling her mouth and eyes, shooting it into her red hair...

"Another one is starting; the girl is undressing, acting sexy, slowly showing her tits, which are tiny, like mine. She has a very short "school-girl" plaid skirt, and is turning around to show that she's naked underneath. Her cunt lips are puffy, and now a man's hand goes between her legs. Oh god..." and her breath catches "...he's fingering her asshole. She's kneeling down now, taking his cock in her fist and licking around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum no doubt."

Paola was rocking her hips against the dildo and my tongue. Her voice was a dull monotone, describing each act of facial abuse, how the semen shot forth and splattered the young models' mouths. But then she became animated again, as she described the next clip.

"It's an Asian woman...oh, it's a genuine bukkake scene. She has her panties on but has removed her bra and is holding a clear glass plate under her chin. There are dozens of men in their underwear, holding their cocks and stroking them. The first one has just come on her and it's slowly sliding down her face. Now the next one has spurted and it too is dripping from her cheek. Another now, less forceful, and now another—this is a big load, and it drips off her lips and onto the glass plate. The camera position is now underneath the plate, I'm watching the cum accumulate. Oh my god, there are dozens of men yet to go; they're all going to come on her. Oh fuck..."

I stuck my index finger into Paola's asshole and then slipped my middle finger in as well. Now both holes were filled and my tongue continued to lash her clit. Her mouth was filled with words, dribbling out the descriptions of the action on the television. "Another shot and another; they're relentless, she's coated in a sea of cum," she said. "She's so lucky."

Then my Paola came again. I pulled the dildo from her cunt and she squirted into my face again, the last few words that escaped were, "she's drinking the contents of the plate, swallowing all that cum.

"Please let me suck you."

I was ready, and withdrew the dildo from her cunt, stepping out of my trousers. My cock sprung lewdly in front of my, and I guided Paola onto her back, with her head hanging over the edge of the sofa. I placed my cock over her face, settling my balls on her lips and she began to suck and lick them. Her body was crunched on the couch, and I directed that she raise her ass against the backrest so she could drape her legs over the back. A large dollop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock and onto her neck. I spread her legs and slapped her cunt, then grabbed the slick dildo and slowly plugged it into her asshole. Pulling back for a moment, I eased my cock into her waiting mouth, sliding down into her throat until my balls covered her eyes.

"You dirty bitch," I said as I began to thrust and fuck her throat, "coming home to masturbate without my permission." A little whimper escaped but I continued stuffing her mouth with my erection. I slapped her cunt again. "You're just a whore, aren't you? You worthless cunt." I was in a good rhythm now, stroking my cock between her lips, feeling the tip enter the top of her oesophagus. I wasn't going to last long, I wanted to come as much as Paola needed to drink it.

And I knew she needed it. Her hands went over her head and around my waist, reaching for my ass cheeks and pulling me even deeper into her mouth. "Go ahead, bitch," I commanded, "I know you want to...finger my asshole." Paola wasted no time sliding her index finger up my ass. We both knew that would cause me to come almost immediately; it's what we both needed and wanted.

She gagged a bit when I exploded in her mouth, emptying the contents of my balls so deep into her throat I doubt she even tasted it. And unbelievably, her cunt was oozing and going into spasm again. I pulled out and squeezed the last drops of my load onto her lips, which she hungrily licked off. My legs were weak as I stood up, and I collapsed into the club chair. The video had ended at some point.

"Take that cock out of your ass and bring me a drink," I said. Paola was still in the same position. "And get off the rest of those clothes." She straightened up slowly and stripped the rest of her dishevelled clothing off, leaving nothing but the glistening juices of her cunt gracing her flesh as she went to the kitchen. A few moments she returned with a cold glass of white wine which she handed me before kneeling at my feet and started to gently stroke my limp cock. 

"Thank-you, sir," she said. "Thank you for the multiple orgasms and the load of cum to swallow."

"We obviously need to talk about what happened here today," I said. "Don't we?"

Paola's head and voice both dropped. "Yes, Sir."

"Why were you home early?"

"I had hoped to surprise you with a nice dinner. I signed an important contract this morning and thought I'd treat myself with the afternoon off. I stopped at the market for some steaks, and then had the idea to buy some new knickers to wear while I served you. I went into a sex shop and saw this video on the shelf and was irresistibly drawn to it. I had only intended to skim over it while I cooked, but with each passing scene, I slowly lost my resistance. It made me so randy.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I've always known you liked sucking cock, known you like feeling it hit your face before you scoop it into your mouth. What's special about this?"

"I'm not sure," she replied, pensively, "maybe it's the anonymity, especially in the bukkake scene. All those random cocks, all that anonymous cum drenching that lucky slut."

"And you'd like to be that slut, wouldn't you?"

She didn't answer, but sighed heavily and tellingly. I reached down and put my hand behind her head, then yanked her hair back, so she was looking into my face, repeating, "Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered haltingly.

"So my cock isn't enough, doesn't satisfy you, is that it? You need more?"

"Oh, no, Sir," she quickly replied, kneeling up straight and lowering her head to my lap, "Oh no. I love your cock. You treat me so well, better than I have ever deserved. I live to serve you, to serve your cock. You fulfill me, complete me. No, Sir. Your cock is my world. I am your slave, and no others'. I love you".

"Hmm," I said, as if unconvinced. But I knew that Paola spoke truly. And it was reciprocal: her subservience filled a hole in my life I'd never been able to define before. She was my ideal woman, physically—petite and with an olive complexion, totally committed to our mutual pleasure, dark, doe-like eyes, small tits and short hair, incredibly smart and well bred. She's at home in a board room and a captain of industry (if such a thing exists in this post-industrial age), well read and erudite, a decent cook and total slut. And yes, I love her too.

"I'm going to have a shower, and you can make the dinner—I hope you got the ingredients for the dinner before your trip to the sex shop."

"I did, and I will, Sir," she said. "Can I bring you a second glass of wine?"

"That's my good girl," I said, rising. There was a drop of cum dribbling from my cock, and I squeezed it out and offered it her. Paola extended her tongue and took the drop, almost like a communicant receiving the Blessed Sacrament.

As the hot water ran over my body, I thought about how to make Paola's fantasy a reality. It excited me, thinking of actually whoring out my little slut. But while it was all well and good to let her suck random cock, I needed to be in charge—without any skills as a pimp. I thought about the possibility of asking colleagues from the office, but that was certainly not "anonymous" enough; most of my colleagues already knew Paola for the business leader she was. And then I remembered my "poker buddies". There was a random group.

Once a month, I play poker with five other fellows; we met at the race track a couple of summers ago and typically meet for our games in the back room of a small bar in the far reaches of Queens, not far from Aqueduct. But on at least two occasions, we've relocated to the home of one of the other guys; in both cases because of babysitting conflicts. The games don't go on too late, and they've always been relatively low-stake. I wasn't sure that I wanted to bring these guys to my apartment, but getting a suite at a Midtown hotel wouldn't be out of the question. I'd make some lame excuse, and bring Paola along as the "hostess".

I turned off the water and drew back the shower curtain. There was Paola, on her knees on the bathmat, with my next drink on a silver salver held above her head. Naturally, she was nude.

"How's dinner coming along?" I asked, deliberately ignoring the earlier topic.

"Fine, Sir. It will be ready to be served when you're through here." Her eyes were lowered, and I placed my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. "I'm sorry, Sir," she added.

"For what?"

"For causing you any distress," she replied, a tear welling in her eye.

"I'm not distressed, Paola. I'm quite happy." I wiped away the tear. "Now go get the dinner ready and I'll be along shortly."

She smiled at my smile. "Yes, Sir," she said, rising and exiting the bathroom. Did I mention Paola possesses the most perfect ass? I love watching her leave a room. I also love fucking that tight, dark hole.



Poker Face



As Kristen stepped from the shower she took a towel from the hook on the wall. She used it to wring the excess moisture from her hair and then toweled what was left of the shower from her lean body. She wrapped the towel around her body and then tucked the free end under the edge of the towel to hold it in place. She walked into her bedroom, slid open the closet door and surveyed the clothes hanging in front of her.

She pulled down a linen blouse. It was short sleeved, lavender and had a small pocket on each breast. There were two small white buttons where it came together in a "V" at the front. She laid it on the bed and pulled open the bottom drawer of her dresser where she found a pair of light stonewash jeans. She let the towel fall to the floor and pulled the jeans up over one leg and then the other. They were fitted in the butt and thigh areas and then widened a bit as they reached the tops of her feet. She rummaged through the top drawer and found a white cotton bra. She hooked it over her shoulders and fastened it in the back before slipping the shirt over her head.

Kristen had packed her suitcase the night before. It sat open atop the chest at the bottom of her bed. She surveyed the contents checking to make sure she had everything she needed from her bedroom then she zipped the lid closed. She lugged it into the living room, mentally running down the list of things she needed for her trip, checking each thing off as she went. She set the suitcase by the front door and headed back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

It was not too often that Kristen was able to get away for something fun. She was looking forward to leaving work behind for the weekend and spending time with old friends. She had taken Friday off and made reservations at a nice hotel. It was a two hour drive into the city, the 160 miles driven entirely on the freeway. She had loaded a new audiobook onto her iPod for the drive and was looking forward to meeting some new characters.

Kristen squirted mousse into her palm and then rubbed her hands together. With both hands she scrunched the mousse into her damp hair. Her light brown hair was slightly wavy so sometimes she would add mousse right out of the shower and let it air dry into long spiral curls. She wore very little makeup most days and today was no exception. She brushed on two coats of mascara and smeared gloss on her lips. She threw a few things into her bathroom bag and headed for the door. Kristen opened the trunk of her car and loaded her suitcase before slipping in behind the wheel and heading out of town.

Time and scenery passed quickly as Kristen lost herself in the story unfolding in her ears. Since deciding to give audio books a try Kristen had found herself disappointed to arrive at her destination as this meant she had to put aside her characters until another time.

She had made reservations at the Golden Dragon and she drove toward downtown so she could get checked in. Some of her friends had been talking about the nightclub inside the casino where they planned on going later in the evening. She quickly checked into her room and carried her bags upstairs.

Kristen checked her phone and saw that she had a text. She assumed it was from Kelly since she had written her earlier to let her know that she was in town. She was surprised however to see that it was from Jake. "How's it going?"

Kristen replied, "Great! I am in town for the weekend to see Kelly. We are going out tonight you should come! Bring your wife!"

Kristen's phone dinged and she looked down. Jake had replied that he was going to a poker game with some friends from work and that his wife was going out with some of her girlfriends.

Kristen texted him back, "That's too bad...it's going to be FUN!"

Kristen had gone to high school with Jake, just as she had Kelly who had been her best friend since junior high. They had all grown up together. Sometime during their junior year Kristen and Jake had started sleeping together. They had a lot in common and there had always been chemistry. It had been sporadic and once Jake had fallen in love with Samantha—the girl he married—they had stayed friends. They had kept in touch over the years through email and found they made just as good of friends as they had lovers. They talked about work and Jake was always a welcome voice of reason when Kristen needed advice.

It's probably for the best, Kristen thought.

She hadn't seen Jake in years and more often than not their written conversations turned to sex. They flirted shamelessly and talked about the things they would do to each other if Jake was single. The last time she had seen him he had been with his wife and still Kristen had fantasized about all the ways she wanted him to fuck her. Each time she had gone into the bathroom she had wished that he would come in and take her from behind like he had when they were young.

She texted back, "Maybe next time."

Jake was tall and handsome. His once bright, red hair had darkened to a burnished copper and his boyish good looks hadn't changed much in the last 10 years. His smile was impish and each time he flashed it, it seemed that he had a secret that was too good to share. He had been a star athlete in their high school days and even though he only played basketball from time to time now that he was all grown up, he still had that "just from the court" look about him.

He wrote back immediately, "We are missing a poker player, so if you change your mind let me know. I'd love to have you at the table!"

That could be fun! Five guys, one girl? Hanging out with Jake again?

She loved to play poker. She didn't get to do it much since her work schedule was quite grueling and ever since Full Tilt had been shut down it had seemed like such a hassle to go looking for a new site to play on.

Kristen took her suitcase to the fold out rack in the closet and set it on the fabric straps that were strung across it. She unzipped her suitcase and began to unpack. She put the shirts on hangers in the hotel closet and laid the pants out across the suitcase to air out. She was glad that she had packed a hoodie, it was only 6 o'clock and it was already starting to cool off outside. It would get hot inside the club but outside it would be chilly.

The room was nice and spacious. There was a king bed situated with the head board against the wall to the left. To her right was an oak armoire with 3 drawers in the bottom and doors that she was sure hid a TV on the top. Past the bed was a seating area with two overstuffed chairs and a table. She was pleased to see that there was plenty of room between the armoire and the seating area. Kristen liked to do yoga in the mornings before she showered and that open expanse would be wonderful for putting her mat down and striking a pose.

She walked back toward the door and went into the bathroom to freshen up, taking with her the tank and jeans that she planned on wearing. She flicked the switch and was greeted by an expanse of white marble. There was a large white tub and shower combination on her right and a double sink under warm lighting to her left.

Kristen washed her face and wet a washcloth. She used it to wipe her armpits and between her legs. The cloth was cold and when it touched her sex she shuddered. The tank top had its own built in bra so she took her cotton one off and laid it on the counter. She stood in front of the mirror and admired her naked body. Her pink nipples were erect thanks to the cold washcloth and she rubbed them with her fingers taking a breast in each hand. She twisted this way and that to get a good look at her body. Her long hair sashayed around her as she moved.

Her reflection wasn't spectacular but she was satisfied with what she saw. She was not muscular but thin. Her arms showed a small bit of definition but her stomach and legs were smooth and undefined. Her skin was the colored of fresh cream. She had always hated that. As a teen she had laid out in the sun and had gotten nothing to show for it but painful sunburns and peeling skin. In the last few years she had come to accept her paleness and had even begun to cherish it as she watched those who spent time in tanning beds begin to wrinkle up like prunes.

She told herself, "Maybe you aren't a tanned goddess in the summer, but at least you won't look like a raisin when your 60." It made her feel better most of the time. Once in a while when she flipped through the pages of a Victoria's Secret catalog she would start to think she should make a tanning appointment but it didn't take long for her sense to return and she would throw the catalog away, cursing models and their perfect beauty. Kristen was beautiful in her own way and she had to remind herself of that, lest she begin feeling like the ugly duckling.

She pulled on the skin tight jeans and topped them with a skinny braided leather belt. Next she covered her breasts and bare stomach with a teal tank top. It was gathered in the front and scooped low enough to show a fair bit of cleavage. The back was low as well and all of the exposed skin gave her a comfortable feeling. She turned and admired her ass in the full length mirror to the right of the sink. She was pleased with what she saw. Just then she heard her phone on the bed where she had left it. She walked back into the room and flopped across the bed.

There was a text from Kelly, "OMG! My babysitter canceled. Call me when you get this!"

Kristen's heart sank. She dialed Kelly's number and listened as it began to ring. Kelly picked up on the third ring, "I am so pissed right now," she said without introduction.

"What's going on?" Kristen asked, unaware she was holding her breath.

"Apparently the girl that usually watches Dylan got into some kind of trouble. She called me crying an hour ago and said that she couldn't babysit tonight. I was like, 'Why the hell not?' and she told me that her mom won't let her."

Kristen didn't say anything, just waited for Kelly to continue as she knew she would.

"I have spent the last hour calling everyone I know trying to find someone to take him, even for just an hour so we could get a drink. There's no one! Everyone has plans tonight."

"Kel, I am really sorry. That totally sucks!"

"Fuck yes it sucks! I have been looking forward to this all month! You guys better go though, it will be fun" Kelly said in a tone thick with disappointment. "Though not as fun as it would be if I was there."

"No way! I don't want to go without you. Don't get me wrong, I love Natasha and Rochelle but I don't want to go out without you." Kristen had no desire to go dancing with those two. When Kelly was with her she didn't care who else was there. When they were together nothing could go wrong, but nightclubs were not near as fun without Kelly. Plus, Kristen was beginning to see a poker game in her future.

"You are too going! I don't want you sitting up there in your hotel room all night! This is your first night in the city in a couple of months. You will have fun. Please tell me you will go," Kelly pleaded.

"Don't worry about me; I am not going to be sitting around here. Jake texted me earlier and he's playing poker with some friends and he invited me."

"Don't I feel special? My best friend is in town for a couple of hours and she is already making a backup plan," Kelly teased.

"Yep, you know me, gotta have a plan. Plan A, Plan B..."

Kelly laughed. "Jake huh? How's Jake?"

Kristen smiled, "Jake is fine. Still married, still an accountant, still funny as hell, and still married.

"You said that," Kelly said.

"Oh yeah, I did, Well he is, unfortunately for me. I wouldn't mind some 'Jake sex' after I kick all their asses in poker."

"Sounds like you will be just fine without me. You better get going then."

"Let's go to breakfast in the morning and then we can shop all day," Kristen said, "Bring Dylan. You can even bring Rob if you want to." Kristen did her best to make the last part sound genuine. She hoped Kelly wouldn't bring Rob. Hell, she would be happy if she never saw Rob again.

Rob was Kelly's husband and he was none too fond of Kristen. He was a jealous man and he had the insane idea that Kristen was always trying to hook Kelly up with other men. Kristen had no idea where he had gotten that idea from but no matter how amiable Kristen was toward him or how much Kelly pleaded that he stop being silly he still treated her with a cool neutrality that made her feel more than a little uncomfortable.

"You got it," Kelly said, "call me when you get up and we will make a plan. Let's try for 10, okay? That way we have the better part of the day to spend together."

"I'll call you. Ten sounds just fine. I really am sorry things didn't work out tonight. I miss you."

"Miss you too. Tomorrow will be fun. Love you girl, be safe tonight."

Kristen told her that she loved her too and hung up.

She pulled herself up off the bed and turned to head back into the bathroom when she realized that she needed to call Jake and tell him that plans had changed.

She picked up the phone and called him. When he answered she said, "Hey! Guess what?"

"I give up. What?" he replied.

"Kelly just called and her babysitter has cancelled, do you still have an open space for me at your poker table?"

"No shit? Yeah, we are still missing a player. Do you want me to come get you?" Jake asked.

"Sure, if you want to. Or I can drive over, whatever is fine."

"No I will come get you. Where are you staying?"

Kristen told him where she was at and agreed to meet him out front of the hotel in a half an hour. As she hung up she felt a flutter of excitement in her belly.

I'm excited to play poker, that's all it is, she told herself as she plugged her phone charger into the wall. She headed back to the bathroom to put on the finishing touches.

She swapped out her silver hoops for long, dangling earrings that had silver chains and stars. She sprayed a tiny bit of perfume on her wrists. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled at her green-eyed reflection. She looked great. She grabbed her purse and her phone and headed downstairs. It would be another 15 minutes before Jake picked her up so she stopped at the hotel bar and ordered a drink. Her mind began to wander. She wondered how long it had been since she had last seen Jake. It had been at least a year, and probably 10 since he had shared her bed. She began to fantasize about kissing his lips and feeling his swollen manhood pushing against her leg. She knew that was all it could be though, a fantasy. Jake was married now and they had a child together. He was a good guy and there was no way he would be unfaithful to his wife. Kristen would have to find someone else to satisfy her. Hopefully there would be someone else at the poker game. She wanted to feel a man inside her, wanted to be taken.

Kristen drained her glass and walked to the front of the hotel. She stood there for several minutes before she saw Jake waving from the driver's seat of a blue Saturn SUV. She walked across the pavement and got into the passenger side.

"Hey," she said with a smile and closed the door.

"Hey, yourself!" Jake said. "You look fantastic!"

"So do you," Kristen replied. "You ready to get your ass kicked?"

Jake laughed his easy laugh. Kristen had missed the sound of that laugh. He was saying something about how he had gotten a lot better at playing cards since those days they had played strip poker together, but Kristen barely heard him. She was surveying his face, taking in his light skin, sprinkling of freckles and auburn hair. He looked exactly the same as she always remembered. He was still fit and unlike most of the guys she had gone to school with Jake hadn't gotten a spare tire around his middle. She was seized by the urge to reach over and lick his ear. He had always loved that.

He rubbed the side of his face, "Do I have something on my face?"

Kristen giggled, Jesus! Did I just giggle? She wanted to slap herself in the face. Get a grip! she commanded herself in a stern voice.

"No, there is nothing on your face. I was just thinking that I would really like to lick your ear right about now."

Jake reddened slightly, "You better keep your licks to yourself young lady." There was a strain in his voice and Kristen wondered if he really meant it. Would he push me away?

She shook her head trying to clear out these thoughts, "Tell me about Jory."

"Jory is a ball of fire!" Jake seemed thankful for a change of subject and he had no shortage of stories to tell about his young son. Kristen loved kids and she found it easy to listen while Jake told her all about the little man in his life.

Eventually they pulled up in front of a beautiful Victorian style home and Jake said, "Here we are!"

"Wow!" Kristen breathed, "This place if beautiful! I totally forgot to ask about the buy-in and now I am worried. I only brought a hundred dollars and I was hoping that I wouldn't have to use all of it."

"Yeah, I guess I should have said something. There is no buy-in, blinds are two and four although sometimes we increase them as the game progresses."

A big man came out the front door and hollered to Jake, "Hey there! We are around back. Go through the side gate and meet us out there."

Jake walked past Kristen and around to the side of the house. She followed him. There was a six foot white fence and right up against the house there was a small gate that led through to the back yard. Kristen went through behind Jake and he closed the gate behind them.

Kristen gasped and whispered under her breath, "Holy shit!"

The back yard was a beautiful expanse of greens that was splashed with color everywhere she looked. Purple lilacs and orange, pink and yellow lilies. There were willows and poplars, maples and chokecherry trees. There were also groups of trees and bushes that Kristen could not identify. There was a pool of water off to her right and around it in a spiral were beds of flowers, some were blooming and some seemed to be acclimating to the spring weather.

Up ahead Kristen saw a group of guys on the back porch and could hear them laughing. There were stone walkways twisting and turning to different destinations out in front of her. She and Jake stayed upon the path that took them to the back porch stairs. The porch was painted white and was an enormous thing. It sat tall above the back yard and was contained by a three rung railing that attached to the back of the house.

Kristen followed Jake up the stairs and was greeted by calls of, "Whoa! Who's the girl?" and "You left the wife at home and brought the mistress?"

Kristen laughed, she didn't mind male banter, in fact it made her feel powerful in a queer way. There were no other women present that she could see and feminine charms could give her an advantage at the poker table.

"This is Kristen. We went to high school together. She was supposed to go out with some friends but they had to cancel so I thought I would bring her over here. I thought you guys could use some real competition."

Jake leaned back against the railing and began introducing her to the guys. "Kristen, this is Bruce." Kristen stepped forward and took the man's hand. He was middle aged with very little black remaining. What was there sat in a scruff around his shining bald head. He wasn't unattractive, rather nondescript.

Jake continued, "This big guy here is the host of tonight's game, Tony." He was the man who had yelled from the front door. He grabbed Kristen and pulled her in for a giant bear hug. She didn't even have time to put her hands up and they were squished to her sides when his strong arms enveloped and squeezed her. She felt like a child in the arms of this big oaf.

"I know who to call if I am in trouble," Kristen jested. "Thanks for having me over."




Poker Face



Next Jake pointed toward the better looking of the group. He smiled and Kristen felt her legs go weak, his teeth were blindingly white against his tan skin and his bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "That's Garret. He just started at the firm about six months ago when he moved here from Texas."

"Very nice to meetchya," he said with the slight twang of a Southern accent, "it will be nice to have a beautiful face at the table."

Kristen's hand was enveloped in Garret's warm one and she felt a slight shiver run up her spine, "Thanks Garret, it's nice to meet you too."

A gruff voice pulled her focus from Garret's blue eyes and she looked up to meet a pair that were grey-green, "I'm Matt," said an older man. He had black hair that was frosted with silver at his temples. He was sitting atop the railing with his feet resting on the lower rung. His legs were tanned and muscular below the hem of his shorts and his polo shirt was pulled tight by his broad chest. "Have you played poker before?"

His eyes seemed to be mocking her, saying "Girls can't play poker."

"Oh yeah. I got into online poker a few years back and ended up playing a few hours each day. When my bachelor's program got to be really demanding I had to give it up but I still play in the casino now and then and every once in a while I will get into a tournament. Mainly though, I play with friends, just for fun."

Tony's voice boomed, "What do you guys want to drink? There are beers and some other stuff in the cooler over there and I just popped a bottle of red. Kristen, do you like wine? I can open a bottle of white if you would prefer."

"Absolutely! Red is fine by me. I like all wine," she said with gusto. She could definitely use a drink. Matt was still starring at her and his gaze made her feel like he wanted to take her head off.

Tony stepped towards the sliding glass door and motioned for Kristen to follow him. She stepped inside. It took a minute for her eyes to acclimate to the darkness within. When she could finally make out her surroundings she realized they were in a game room. There was a beautiful wood pool table on one side of the room. Hung on the wall behind it was a rack with pool cues and a wooden triangle for racking balls. To the right of the pool table was a big screen TV atop a low cabinet and a chocolate brown sectional faced the TV. There was a supple brown leather recliner to one side of the couch that made Kristen want to grab a blanket and curl up in it. She could almost smell the leather from where she stood.

Closer to where she had stepped into the room was a round, cherry wood table with six leather chairs positioned around it. Kristen assumed that was where they would be playing poker, although she hoped Tony had a mat or something for the top, as slippery surfaces sometimes made it hard to keep cards in place.

Jake walked in behind her, "Isn't that beautiful?"

"Yeah, it really is. Is that where you guys usually play?"

"Well we trade off, each week we go to someone else's house but, yes, when we play here we use that." Jake walked across to the table, "Hey Tony, do you want me to get the table set up?"

"Go ahead! Me and Bruce were late getting in from the golf course so I haven't gotten time to do it," Tony called from where he was pouring two glasses of wine.

Jake walked over and pulled out the chair in front of the door in the base of the table. He opened the door revealing storage. He pulled two racks of chips and a deck of cards from inside the table. Then he stood and reached under the edge, releasing two levers on the side closest to him and then walking around and releasing the levers on the other side. He slid the wooden top from the table to reveal a Texas Hold 'Em themed table top below. There were recesses for chips in six separate areas. Jake pulled out a drawer from one side of the table and set his beer in it.

Tony handed her a glass of wine and Kristen gushed, "That is so cool! I gotta get myself one of these! Where did you get it?"

"Actually, my wife bought that for me for Christmas a couple of years ago. I have been having guys over to the house for poker games for years. The wife gets me something for this room each year and I swear she never ceases to surprise me!"

Tony towered over Kristen and he outweighed her by at least 100 pounds. She estimated that he was probably 6'5" and about 250 or 300 pounds. He laid a big meaty hand on Kristen's shoulder and said with a smile, "Take a seat sweetheart. We are about to get this show on the road. I am going to get the other guys in here."

Kristen sat next to Jake and pulled her wallet from her purse, "How much money do you usually bring?"

"I only bring fifty dollars. We do this every other week and I lose more often than not. I am too cheap to lose much more than that."

"You never were much of a poker player," Kristen teased him, "you can't keep a poker face."

Just then the other guys came through the door. Kristen scooted her chair closer to Jake and prayed that Matt didn't choose the chair to her right. She sent up a silent "thank you" when Garret sat down. He rolled in close to her and whispered, "Want to form an alliance?"

Kristen shot back, "Am I already intimidating you?"

He met her gaze. Damn, he is sexy!

"Cool confidence, you are my kind of woman," Garret told her.

I sure hope so, Kristen thought as she checked his ring finger. No ring! That's a good sign!

She looked around at the fingers of the other guys. She didn't see a ring on Matt's hand either. The other three men sported wedding rings and she hadn't seen Bruce look at her tits one time. Using enough self restraint to keep from ogling her chest didn't mean he was happily married—or gay!--it just meant that he had couth.

Matt took a seat to the right of Garret and Bruce sat to the left of Jake. Tony took the chair opposite Kristen.

"Okay boys—and girl—give me your money," Tony said as he pulled twenties from his shorts pocket. He took their money and doled out poker chips in return. As he dealt the first hand Kristen smiled. She was excited to start the game and even more so about what the night might hold.

Kristen was dealt relatively bad hands the first time around the table but luckily won a small pot when she posted the small blind. Her first chance at a big pot came when Tony dealt again, dealing her pocket kings. She raised to ten dollars and Bruce and Matt both called. The turn card was a king and Kristen bet half her stack. Bruce ended up folding but Matt called. Kristen checked on the river and Matt raised her another ten dollars. She called and when she laid her kings on the table she thought Matt was going to lose it. He let out a bellow and cursed loudly. Kristen stood to pull in the chips and he turned, throwing daggers with his eyes, "Fucking bitch!"

Each of the guys admonished him in some way but Tony's voice rang out above them all, "That's enough, Matt!" You can leave if you are going to treat my guest like that. Do you hear me?" When Matt refused to answer he grabbed his arm and asked him again in a more forceful voice, "Do you hear me?"

Matt jerked his arm free and answered, "Yes! I heard you." He turned to Kristen and mumbled, "Sorry."

Jake put his hand on Kristen's arm, "You okay?" he asked.

"It's fine, I'm fine. I know how it can be. It's no biggie, I'm fine." Kristen sat and began stacking her chips. She had cleaned up on that hand, fucking bitch or not her heart was pounding. She loved poker, plain and simple.

Play continued and so did the drinking. Tony kept the wine coming and Kristen was loosening up. She flirted shamelessly with Garret and he flirted back.

It was her turn to deal and she had to scoot in close to the table to deal the flop and other face up cards. When she did her leg pressed against Garret's. She felt something stir deep in her belly and when she felt his hand lay across her thigh she had to fight the urge to buck her hips. She could feel the wine going to her head and her need gnawed at her insides. There was an ache deep inside of her and she thought Garret would fill it perfectly.

When the latest hand had ended and Jake pulled in his chips Kristen spoke up, "I need a bathroom break. Can we take a few minutes?"

Bruce chimed in, "I would like to step out and smoke. Let's make it ten."

Kristen stood up and put her hand on Garret's shoulder. She wanted him to know that his touch was well received. She noticed Jake starring at her hand and quickly removed it. She got closer to him and asked, "Where's the bathroom in this place?"

Jake smiled, "It's down the hall. I will show you."

He led her down the hall. When they got to the third door on the right he reached in and turned on the light, "There you go!"

He turned to go and his arm brushed against Kristen's. Sparks flew. She felt electricity shoot through her body and for a moment he stopped and starred at here. She thought he might kiss her, but suddenly he dropped his gaze and headed back toward the game room. Kristen entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. When she was through she washed her hands and turned out the light. As she left the bathroom she felt someone step up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her body and planted a kiss in the crook of her neck. Kristen closed her eyes and imagined it was Jake behind her with his light blue eyes and curly hair. She held on to that thought for a moment before she opened her eyes and turned around to face Garret.

"Hey," she whispered.

Garret didn't speak, instead he searched her eyes. Kristen didn't want him to look at her, to see what she was really thinking, so she reached up with her mouth and kissed him. He probed her mouth with his tongue and she probed back. She pushed her own tongue into his mouth as she reached up with both hands and cupped his shoulder blades. She lightly massaged his muscles and pulled him closer. Kristen opened her mouth and kissed him deeper pressing the length of her body against the sure strength of his own.

Garrett reached down and grasped one ass check in each hand. He pulled her against his body and Kristen could feel that he was beginning to harden. A zing of arousal shot through her body.

Garret must have had his eyes open, watching out for anyone who might be coming. Just as quickly as he had grabbed her, he let her go. He didn't push her away but he broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a tender embrace.

After a few moments she pushed back from his chest, planted a wet kiss on his mouth and headed back to the table. It was getting late and Kristen no longer felt like playing poker. Now her pussy ached and she wanted to be fucked.

When she got back to the table Jake was already seated. Kristen sat down and Jake smiled as he asked her, "Do you remember that time we played strip poker at Daniel's house?"

Kristen laughed, "Of course I do! That was such a fun night!" She saw Jake in her mind's eye, sitting next to her in his underwear and remembered how she had felt when later he had drove her out to the Special Spot and fucked her in the back of his truck. She wished that he was the one who would be fucking her later.

Garret put his hands on her shoulders and bent down pressing his lips to her ear, "Do you want some more wine?"

"Yes, please," Kristen replied handing him her wine glass.

Garret took it and kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned the kiss but reddened when he walked away and Matt glared at her.

Kristen turned again to Jake and saw that he was he was looking down at his chips. She looked down at her own stack which had dwindled to little more than ten dollars. Bruce had been knocked out during the last hand and had not wanted to stick around to see how things ended. Tony was the big stack at the table with Matt in a close second. Kristen couldn't tell if Jake or Garret was in third as their stacks were about even.

Garret came back with her wine. She took a sip. It was a delicious white zinfandel with citrus and honey notes. He also handed Jake another Rolling Rock before he sat down, "I brought you a beer, it looked like you were getting low."

"Thanks, I was," Jake said as he took it.

Matt came back to the table with two beers of his own and soon Tony followed from the bathroom. It was Kristen's turn to deal and she was happy that she would not have to post blinds for a bit.

When the deal got around to Tony, Jake doubled up and Garret was knocked out. It was one of the best hands she had seen Jake play all night. He had been dealt a queen, ace suited and had led with a raise of twenty dollars. Everyone had folded but Garret, who had called. The flop and fourth street had gone by without much action. Garret had made bets each time but they were small and Jake had called. The river card had been an ace. Garret took it for a bluff when Jake went "all-in" and Garret had called him. When Garret turned over his pocket kings Jake had smiled and showed his own cards revealing his pair of aces.

Garret was gracious enough to send his chips over. He had gone around and shaken Jake's hand blustering the entire time about how he would have sworn that Jake was bluffing.

After several more hands Kristen was out as well. She lost the last of her chips to Tony who had gotten up and given her another bone crushing hug.

Kristen walked out on the deck and breathed in the beautiful night air. Garret smiled, "You too, huh?"

"Yeah, too bad to, I hate to lose."

"I think we could have our own fun. What do you think?" Garret asked her, pulling her into his arms.

"Oh yeah?" Kristen asked in a teasing tone.

"Yeah," Garret said and covered her mouth in his own. He took her left boob in his hand and squeezed.

Kristen was seething hot beneath her clothes. She wanted Garret inside of her and she didn't even know his last name! When he broke the kiss she offered her neck to him and he took it willingly. He skillfully kissed her earlobe and trailed a line of kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. Kristen looked past Garret's shoulder and saw Jake watching them. She caught his eyes and he bore holes into her soul.

Come and get me then.

It was Jake she really wanted, but with no chance of that she jumped up onto the railing. She spread her knees and pulled Garret close. The wine had lowered her inhibitions and she let him slip a hand beneath her tank top.

She kissed him, lightly biting his lower lip. He smiled and tweaked her nipple. A moan escaped Kristen's lips. Garret grabbed her hand and pressed it into his crotch. His cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans and she swore she could feel his heartbeat pulsing beneath her hand.

Kristen realized that she better decide quickly how far she was willing to go tonight. Honestly, she hoped that Jake would get tired of watching someone else kiss and fondle her and decide that he wanted to take her himself.

Kristen moved her hand from where it had been rubbing Garret's hard on through his jeans and slipped it up under his shirt to lightly trail her fingers down his back. Garret looked up at her and saw that she was looking through the glass door, "Don't worry about them, they won't mind. They are all married."

"I didn't see a ring on Matt's finger," Kristen said.

"Him and his wife are separated, but he still loves her. I think that is why he yelled at you tonight, she has him by the balls and its eating him up inside."

Kristen pulled Garret closer and kissed him passionately. She licked his upper lip and trailed her tongue across his teeth. She pulled away when she heard the sliding door open. When she looked over she saw Matt. Quickly, Kristen jumped down and told Garret that she had to go pee. She ruffled Jake's hair as she walked past and went in to use the bathroom.

As she sat on the toilet, she wondered if she really wanted to fuck Garret. Where would we do it, anyway? I am riding home with Jake. I guess I could give him my room number, but do I really want to wake up with him? He is hot, I can't deny that.

She washed her hands and surveyed her reflection. Her face was flushed from the cold night air and the wine. She could feel moisture between her legs and groaned at the thought of going without sex for another night. She flicked off the light and opened the door. She was halfway down the hall when she noticed Garret coming from the other way.

"Hey sexy," he breathed as came up behind her. "Tony went to bed; it's just Jake and Matt playing now."

He took the top of her ear in his mouth and sucked lightly. It drove her crazy. He pushed up behind her and turned her toward the wall. Her hands were laying over his across her stomach. He took each hand and stretched them up on either side of her head, laying them on the wall. She could feel his breath in her ear and her heart was pounding

He breathed in deep. "You smell so good," he almost groaned.

So do you, Kristen thought, but she didn't say it. Her throat was dry and she could barely think. Her mind was a jumble of emotions and desires. She wanted Jake not this beautiful nobody. Her body was begging to be fucked and Jake wasn't going to give her what she wanted, Garret was.

Garret pressed his chest into her back and moved his swollen member up and down against her ass. He reached in through the side of her tank top and took her right breast into his hand kneading it lightly while he kissed her neck. She could feel how hard he was as she pushed back against him. He took her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he planted a wet open mouthed kiss on her shoulder. It had the desired effect. She wanted his mouth on her tits.

Kristen turned around and pulled down the front of her tank top, exposing her nipple. Garret obliged her. Kristen shuddered and goose bumps covered her bared shoulders and chest. She pushed his head against her chest and he opened his mouth to take more of her breast. He sucked hard and then let her reddened flesh slide from his mouth. He flicked his tongue across her nipple and smiled at her. Kristen had been watching him with lustful eyes and when he smiled it drove her wild.

She reached down and rubbed his pulsating cock through his jeans. He pushed against her hand and stared intently at her as she began to undo his button and zipper. When the fly was open she rubbed him lightly through the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. He grunted and pushed at her again. She pulled out the waistband and saw the head of his penis peeking out the top at her. She reached down inside his underwear and took his dick in her hand. She pumped lightly on it two or three times and saw the first drop of precum drip from the tip. She went to one knee and licked it off. Garret jutted his hips toward her and Kristen caught the tip of his dick in her mouth, sucking hard on the end. He moaned loudly.

Matt was standing at the end of the hallway, "Why don't come in here and let me and Jake watch?"

"I don't think so pal," Garret replied. "Go finish up your game."

Kristen paid him no mind. She wanted Garret's attentions focused on what she was doing and nothing else. She engulfed his cock with her mouth, using her throat to work the tip as she moved her tongue from side to side along the shaft. She reached her hand up and fondled his balls as she sucked back off the length of him.

She looked up into his face and asked, "Does that feel good?"

"It feels fucking awesome!" he replied.

Kristen smiled, "Good."

She opened her mouth and took him back into the warm wetness. Garret laid one hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth over his cock. He was slick with spit and she allowed him to push back a little further with each thrust. Suddenly he pulled his dick free of her and jerked her up by one arm.




Poker Face



"God dammit! I want to fuck you so bad!" Garret growled as he reached down and cupped her mound with a strong hand. He ground his palm against her jeans, "Is that pussy wet?"

Kristen humped against his hand and opened her mouth onto Garret's.

"So wet," she moaned.

Kristen caught his cock in her hand and slowly pumped it with her fist. Garret reached down, still kissing her, and put his hands around her waist. She let go of his cock and let him pick her up. As she wrapped her long legs around his body she had a moment to wonder, Will Jake watch this stranger fuck me? Will Jake fuck me too?

Kristen put her arms around Garret's neck and he carried her to the game room.

He laid her on the sectional in front of the TV. She kept her arms around his neck and sat on the edge of the couch. She looked at Jake. He was still sitting in the brown leather swivel chair but he had turned away from the poker table when Garret had carried her in. He was slouched comfortably, leaning back and watching. Kristen could see that he was aroused when she looked down at the front of his jeans. Garret grasped the banded bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her head. Her tits were bare.

Suddenly Matt was grabbing her. He was standing behind the couch and leaning over to fondle her chest. His hands were rough and he had one on each of her breasts, squeezing hard. Garret looked up and warned, "That's enough Matt! Keep your hands to yourself!"

Matt yielded and removed his hands. Kristen was glad that Garret had said something before she had the chance. The shock of his hands on her breasts had sent chills down her spine but it had also been exciting. Kristen liked to be roughed up once in awhile and the threat of harm from Matt had her pussy on fire.

Garret moved his mouth to her nipple and took one and then the other. She watched Jake as he tickled her with his tongue; his eyes never left her own. Garret kissed down her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans. He reached down and unbuckled her sandals and slipped them off. Kristen lifted her butt and let Garret pull her jeans off. She looked away from Jake and leaned forward to pull off Garret's shirt. He is so fucking sexy!

His body was tan and she could see the definition of his stomach muscles. He stood and she pulled his jeans down. Garret used his right tennis shoe to push on the heel of the other and slipped it off. He reached down and pulled the left shoe from his foot and let his jeans fall to the floor. He pushed his underwear down and stepped out of them as well.

Garret's cock was hard and Kristen wanted it inside of her. She sat back against the cushions and bent her knees, pulling them in towards her chest. She reached between her legs and rubbed at her clit. Garret stood over her watching as she played with herself, then he took his cock in his hand, bent over her and guided it into her wet hole.

Kristen clenched her teeth as he plunged into her wetness. It was exquisite to feel him inside of her. He pumped into her several times before she loosened up and the way her hole hugged his cock made her squeeze her eyes shut. She let out a soft moan and spread her legs a little bit wider.

When Kristen looked over at Jake she saw that he had taken down his zipper and freed his cock. It was thick with desire and he was using his right hand to slowly stroke it. Kristen licked her lips. She looked up into Garret's face and saw that he was watching her with eyes that were full of lust.

"Let me turn over," she told him, "I want to get on my hands and knees."

He stopped moving, staying buried inside her while he kissed her. He nibbled her lip and then pulled out of her dripping pussy.

There were no arm rests on the couch so she got up on all fours facing Jake. She parted her legs a little bit and arched her back to give Garret easy access. He got behind her on his knees. Kristen saw movement from the corner of her eye. Matt had moved further down behind the couch so that he could watch Garret's cock penetrate her body. Garret put a hand on each of Kristen's ass cheeks and spread them. He pushed them up and then leaned down and stuck his tongue in her pussy hole.

Kristen gasped and pushed back against Garret's mouth. He took his tongue out and bent his face to suck on her clit. She moaned then and slowly moved her hips back and forth. Garret licked her clit several more times. Kristen couldn't think about anything more than the way his mouth felt on her opening. She whimpered and laid her head between her arms. Garret licked her for what seemed like an eternity. It wasn't enough to bring her to orgasm but it felt divine all the same. After a few minutes Garret straightened back up. He shuffled his knees forward and readied himself to enter her. Kristen stayed where she was. Her face was resting on her forearms and she curled her toes in anticipation of Garret's thrust. He put his finger into her and she gasped. It felt so foreign from what she had expected. Then she felt him move closer behind her and she backed into him, yearning to feel his cock inside her.

He wiggled his finger and pulled it out. She heard Matt mutter, "Fuck that bitch."

"Mmmm, fuck me hard," Kristen agreed.

She tried to keep her eyes on Jake as Garret entered her, but it was too much and she had to close them. She got back up onto her arms when Garret thrust into her the second time. As he began to pound her harder she put her head back and moaned. She spread her legs further and again locked eyes with Jake.

"Come here and let me taste you," she purred.

"I can't," he said in a voice that was almost painful to hear, whiney and full of desire.

"Yes you can," Kristen coaxed, "stand up and walk over here. You'll feel better if you do."

Matt stepped out from behind the couch, "If you won't do it, I will."

He unbuttoned his dark jean shorts and bared his cock. It was standing straight up and he pushed it down so that it pointed at Kristen's mouth.

"Come on, suck it," he said and rubbed it on her chin.

Kristen smiled and taunted him, "Why should I?" Jake had scooted his chair around so he could see her and she turned her head to look at him, "Don't you want me to make it feel better? To suck on that big cock?"

Kristen's gaze dropped to his lap. His manhood was as hard as a rock. She could see the veins standing out on it and wanted badly to pull from Garret and sit on it. Jake's eyes were dark and stormy. She licked her lips catching the bottom one between her teeth.

"Don't look at him," Matt said. "Look at me. Suck my cock"

She let her eyes wander up to Matt's face. He was begging as he slowly stroked himself.

He's not as big an asshole as he makes out to be. If he was really such a dick he would have rammed that thing down my throat by now.

Garret was pumping into her hard and she could hear him moaning. He reached around her body and used his thumb to manipulate he clit. A fiery finger of pleasure engulfed her body, "Oh yeah, like that," Kristen breathed, "just like that."

She finally opened her mouth and reached out her tongue to lick the tip of Matt's cock. That was all the invitation he needed. He rammed his cock into her mouth and pumped into her throat. She almost bit him to get him to withdraw, but instead she squeezed her eyes closed and took it

Matt had been watching for a while and she knew he was probably ready to explode. She formed an "O" with her mouth, covering her teeth, and sucked him. He widened his stance and fucked her mouth frantically. She couldn't see Jake and wondered if he was enjoying the show. Matt continued his assault on her face and she did her best to pleasure him.

It wasn't long before he tapped her head to signal he was going to cum. She opened as wide as she could and swallowed his load. Matt thrust his hips and emptied his balls into the back of throat.

For a moment Kristen felt dirty, but when she looked at Jake it didn't matter. He was still stroking his cock, but now he was pumping it much faster. This was the only way she could make him feel good.

She pushed herself up with her hands and stood on her knees. Garret continued sliding in and out of her body as he wrapped his arms around her middle and kissed her neck. Kristen put a hand up and ran her fingers through his hair. She laid her own back against his shoulder and sighed.

She turned her head to the side and kissed his cheek. "God you feel good," she told him. "Let me get on top."

He pulled from her body and sat back on the couch. His cock was slick with her juices and looking at it made her weak with need. She climbed on top of him, disappointed that she wouldn't be able to look at Jake, and lowered her pussy onto his body. She went slow, relishing the feel of him inside her. When she was seated firmly against him she kissed his mouth.

Kristen began slowly moving up and down atop his pole. She pushed him to the side, forcing him to lay flat. If he stayed sitting up she wouldn't have enough room to maneuver and this way she could look at Jake. Garret bent his knees and pulled his legs up onto the couch. Kristen rose up for a moment and let Garret scoot over getting comfortable. Then he laid back and used his fingers to rub her clit side to side. She deftly used her body to engulf his hard cock.

"Ooooo, that feels good" Kristen told him arching her back and increasing her pace. Garret did his best to keep rubbing as she fucked him.

Kristen looked at Jake, "Do you like watching me fuck your friend? His cock feels so good."

Jake stopped stroking at that and she could see he was squeezing his dick. Kristen leaned forward and put her hands on Garret's shoulders, looking intently into his face. Garret moved his hands around to her ass and rested them there.

Kristen slammed her pussy against him and he used his hands to pull her down hard each time she would rise. Soon Garret was squeezing her ass hard and grunting as he came. He pressed his heels into the couch and lifted his ass toward the sky pushing into her as hard as he could.

"Uh, uh, uh, oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhhh," Kristen cried as she ground her pussy against his body. Her juices flowed over Garret's balls as she rode up and down, slowing more each time she fell. Eventually she stopped, grinding her pussy against Garret's groin. When she was finally spent she lay down across his body and heaved a sigh of relief. She heard the door slide open and looked up to see Matt leaving.

Kristen and Garret lay like that for awhile, catching their breath. When she finally felt that her legs would support her she rose up and stepped onto the floor.

"Whew, that was fantastic!" she said as she bent over and picked up her jeans and shirt. She looked down at Garret's smiling face before she walked down the hall to the bathroom.

When she got to the bathroom she went in and shut the door. She used the toilet and then wiped herself several times with toilet paper. Kristen dressed in her jeans and teal bra top. She washed her hands and looked in the mirror for a moment then she bent and splashed her face with cold water. She used the cream colored hand towel that was lying on the counter to dry her face and hands. She dressed quickly and left the bathroom.

When she walked back into the game room Garret was sitting on the couch. He had put on his underwear but was otherwise just as she had left him. Jake was cleaning up the poker table and didn't look up when she walked in. Kristen sat down next to Garret and he leaned forward to kiss her on the bare shoulder.

"Can I get your phone number?" Garret asked her. "I would love to see you again."

Kristen smiled, "Sure. I don't live here though."

"You don't? I guess I missed that!"

Kristen laughed, "I think there is a lot we missed."

Garret pulled her back into his warm body, "Kiss me."

Kristen turned her head and kissed his mouth then she sat back up and slipped her feet into her sandals. She buckled the straps and went to stand up. Garret caught the back of her jeans and pulled her back down, "Are you rushing off?"

"I am sure Jake is ready to go," Kristen answered, looking toward Jake.

"Yeah, we better get going," he said without looking at her.

Kristen turned around and kissed Garret again, this time long and slow. She used her tongue to tell him the things that she couldn't say. "Where's your phone? I will put my number in it."

Garret stood and picked his jeans up off the floor. He plucked his phone from the back pocket and pushed the button to wake it up. Then he handed it over so Kristen could program her number.

Kristen put in the 10-digits and saved it under her name. She hadn't even thought of seeing Garret again, but she certainly was not opposed to the idea. She was looking for someone to share her life with and this hunk was more than she could have ever hoped for.

Kristen handed him back his phone and leaned in to kiss him, "I had a lot of fun. I haven't done anything like this in years and I had forgotten how much fun it can be."

"I hope we can do it again," Garret said. He sounded earnest, perhaps there would be more.

Jake had finished cleaning up and he said, "I'll meet you at the car. It is pretty cold out here so I am going to go warm it up."

Kristen smiled, Jake, always the gentleman.

Garret took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He forked his fingers into her hair and pulled her into him. Kristen could feel her body begin to respond and broke the kiss.

"I really do have to go," she said, looking up into his face.

He nuzzled against her neck and murmured, "I can take you home. Or better yet you can come home with me. I would love to wake up next to you and I can make a mean omelet."

That sounded so wonderful that for a moment Kristen entertained the idea. She yearned to find love again and would not mind waking up next him either. Then she remembered Jake and his secret smile.

"That sounds so tempting. I really would love to Garret, but I am meeting my best friend for breakfast tomorrow and spending the day shopping. We both know if I wake up at your house I won't be going anywhere and I can't stand her up. Plus, I would feel bad sending Jake out of here alone."

"Jake won't care. He has a wife to go home to," Garret reminded her.

That stung. Jake did have a wife to go home to, who was she fooling. She should forget about Jake and let Garret sweep her off her feet. But there is Kelly to think about too. I really should just go back to the hotel.

She kissed him and pulled away, "I really can't. I hope that you'll call me because I would like to see you again, but I have to go."

Garret relented and let her go, "I understand, I do. I just hate to let you go."

Kristen smiled, "I will talk to you soon."

She slid open the glass door and stepped into the cold night air. She had left her sweatshirt in Jake's car and it was freezing. She swung her purse up over her shoulder and ran to the car. When she jumped in she was shivering.

"Holy shit it is cold out there!" she said as she turned up the heater. "I am so glad you came out to turn the car on."

She pressed her hands into the heater vents and Jake backed out of the driveway. She reached back and pulled her sweatshirt from the backseat. It was black with silver hearts patterned across the sleeves. She zipped it up halfway, turned the heater down and settled back in her seat. Jake had not said anything since they had left the house and Kristen was trying to come up with something that would draw him out of his silence.

"Who ended up winning?" she tried.

"We ended up pretty even. He won with $266 but I had $234. That is more than I have ever won at a game like this. Maybe having you there is good luck. I was more on my game, that's for sure!"

"Your poker face has definitely improved. I couldn't tell much of the time if you were bluffing or not."

At that Jake fell silent again, What did I say?

When they got to the hotel Jake made to pull up out front where he had picked her up.

"Do you want to have a drink? We could go to the little bar inside the casino if you would rather, or you could come up to my room and we can raid the mini-bar."

"I don't know. I should probably get home," Jake said.

"Is Samantha already home?"

"No, she went to a friend's bridal shower in Tahoe so she won't be coming home tonight, but I told the babysitter I wouldn't be too late."

"It's up to you Jake. I was just thinking it would be fun to visit for awhile. We didn't get much of a chance to catch up tonight."

Jake pulled through the front of the hotel and turned into the parking garage. Kristen's felt her pulse quicken. Stop, she told herself, this is friends being friends and nothing else. Remember that.

When Jake pulled into the parking spot Kristen opened her door.

"Hold on," Jake said. "Let me call the babysitter first. I need to make sure she doesn't mind staying before I decide to come up."

Kristen pulled her door shut and waited patiently as he made the call. When Jake asked, "Do you think you can just plan on staying over?" Kristen found it hard to stop her brain from jumping to conclusions. If he wanted to fuck me he would have done it back when he had the chance. He doesn't want to have to worry about getting back at a certain time is all.

When Jake hung up he looked at her, "She doesn't mind staying."

With that he turned off the car and opened his door. Kristen followed his lead. She grabbed her purse and left the vehicle.

Jake was silent as they walked through the garage toward the casino entrance. When they went through the second set of double doors Kristen finally spoke up, she was dying to know if he was coming to her room.

"The bar I was talking about is straight ahead if you wanted to go over there."

Jake looked up, mildly surprised, "Is that where you want to go? I am not really in the mood for all that noise. Can we just go up to your room?"

"For sure," she replied, "I would prefer that. I want to stretch out on the bed and relax."

"Me too," Jake said smiling.

"I promise to be good," Kristen said. She drew close and hooked her arm into his. At first Jake seemed surprised and a little uncomfortable but Kristen pretended not to notice. Instead she pulled him closer and matched his stride. Jake finally relaxed and allowed her to navigate their way to the elevators.

As they rode up Kristen wondered what Jake was thinking about. Maybe he wasn't as innocent as Kristen thought. Should she give him the chance to turn her down?

"God! Why does this have to be so difficult? Why can't I just come out and say what I want?"

She knew if she did that now she would risk alienating him and would probably send him running. Kristen did her best to quiet her mind. "Just take things as they come," she thought.

As they walked down the hallway toward her room Kristen pulled the keycard from her pocket. She slipped it into the slot and quickly removed it. As they entered the room she threw her purse on top of the dresser and bent over to unbuckle her sandals.

"Do you want to get us some drinks?" she asked Jake.

"Sure. What do you want?"

"Surprise me!"

She watched Jake walk over to the little refrigerator and open it. Kristen stood up and slipped her feet from the sandals with a sigh. She hated shoes. She would have been happy to go bare foot all day, every day. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. As she took off her earrings and brushed out her hair she called to Jake, "So tell me something about yourself. What's work like these days?"

"Well, Kris, work is work. There's not much to tell. Mainly I work on someone else's taxes all day long. Admittedly, there are other things going on but that's the gist of it."




Poker Face



"Don't you wish you were getting your face fucked now at the same time?" I asked. "Wouldn't you love to be sucking cock whilst getting this ass-fucking?" Paola opened her eyes and looked into mine, via the mirror. Her hair was plastered to her face with perspiration; a sheen of glistening sweat coated her entire body. I knew she was loving being pierced this way; she was responding in a frenzied way, pushing back voluntarily against my powerful strokes. I reached between her legs and grabbed her clit—so hard, so distended, so wanting. As I continued pounding her dirty hole, I tugged the clit, jerking it roughly, and could feel her beginning to orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and she gasped in air and held it as long as she could, attempting to hyperventilate to orgasm.

My own ejaculation was about to fill her ass with the rising tide of my salty semen. The balls, sweaty and slapping against her puffy labia tightened and my thigh muscles stiffened as I was about to empty into her. But I pulled back, so just the head of my cock was still inside the ring of her sphincter, and let loose with a load groan. Whether or not Paola came then as well I couldn't tell and didn't care. I let go of her clit and grabbed my shaft, coaxing the remnants of my ejaculate into her.

I too was coated with a sheen of perspiration when I pulled out of her with an audible "plop", a string of cum from the slit of my cock to her asshole still connecting us.

"Push," I ordered, "push it out." This was an easy command to follow as I'd dumped my load right behind the opening of her pouting orifice. As I settled back on my haunches, I cupped my hand under her cunt and when she pushed, my white cum oozed out and down over her lips and onto my fingers. "Goddamn, but you're a mess, you slut." A beautiful mess, I added silently. When my cupped hand was filled with all that glorious cum, I bade her to turn around. "Lick it up, bitch," I commanded and she hungrily lapped at my sticky fingers and palm with her tongue, greedily taking the spunk that had so recently spewed into her asshole. I leaned back in the bed and directed her head to my crotch, allowing her to lick my softening cock clean and suck out any residual cum. When she'd satisfied us both that I was completely voided, she looked into my eyes and placed a hand on my chest and said, "Thank you, Sir."

We had a quick shower where I peed on her clit and let her pee into her hand—a little routine we've developed. Then we went to bed and spooned, my soft cock safely nestled between her still-warm ass cheeks, falling quickly asleep.





Poker Face



"Yeah," Henry panted, "yeah, I'm coming." He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped each side of her face with it a couple of time before stroking it in his big hands. "Look at it, bitch. Watch it spurt," he said as a long thick rope of cum exploded from the slit in his cock and splashed onto her face. Spurt after spurt hit her, the cum dripping down her chin and cheeks to her tits, almost drenching her.

Henry didn't have time to admire his handiwork because as he stepped back, Hector moved in. "My turn, puta," was all he said before plugging her mouth again. He was fast, thrusting his hip unmercifully towards her head. I knew my pretty baby's cunt would be dripping and I knelt behind her and drove two fingers deep into her. There was a puddle of her juice on the carpet already, just as I expected. Hector didn't last as long as Henry had (he'd been wanking hard the entire time Henry face-fucked the bitch) and he pulled out and spewed splooge all over her face, mingling his cum with Henry's enormous load.

Now Jimmy stepped back in. For a skinny little Irishman, he had a fairly impressive tool as well; though very slender, it was at least as long as Henry's. "You can let go of your ankles now, angel," he said, "and hold onto my arse." Jimmy held his cock upright and offered Paola his heavy ball sack to lick. "That's right, baby," he said, "suck those nuts. They're so full and heavy, aching to unload on you." Jimmy slid his cock around her face, coating it with the spunk the others before him had spilt there, before inserting it slowly into Paola's still hungry mouth. Inch by lingering inch her drove into her until her tickled her nose with his public hair. She held him there, kneading his arse cheeks between her fingers while gripping at my fingers with her cunt muscles. I withdrew the two fingers from her cunt leaving it raw and gaping, then spread the juice around her asshole. As Jimmy began to fuck her face I slipped one deep into her ass. "That's right, baby. Suck all that cum off my cock before I add my load to the mess," he said. "You want it now?" he added, pulling out.

"Yes," Paola hissed. He plugged her gob again.

"You want another load on that pretty face?"

"God, yes, Sir," Paola moaned as her finger went to his arsehole. Jimmy started stroking his cock in earnest as Paola just moaned over and over: "Give me that cum. Give me that cum. Give me that cum."

Jimmy was only too happy to comply when her finger began to stroke his prostate. It was a powerful load of jizz he emptied on her face. Oh, my happy, happy cum-drenched slut! But I knew her knees must be aching, and not in a good way. 

"Let's get her on the table," I said, and I helped her to her feet. She looked into my eyes with a gleam that spoke all I needed to know. She was filthy, her face a wreck, dripping with spunk. 'I love you,' I mouthed silently as I laid her onto the card table, head over the edge. Eddie now stepped up. He'd stopped stroking his cock, I'm sure out of fear that he'd cum too soon. Paola stretched out her arms and drew him into her mouth, ready to be face fucked yet again. 

"Finish what you started, girl," he said, sliding his cock past her lips and down her throat. I went around to the other end of the table and spread her legs apart, swiftly inserting two fingers into her dripping cunt. God, she was wet. So wet a third finger slipped in easily. As I fingered her deeply, I kept my thumb planted solidly on her clit, pushing it into my fingers grinding away inside her. Eddie just kept pounding her mouth, fucking it as if it were a cunt, faster and faster. Paola didn't gag, his cock slipping easily down her throat. But I was afraid that if he shot his load down her throat she would be able to avoid swallowing. And that was not allowed: he had to add his spunk to her cum-wrecked face. I warned him to pull out before he shot off and as I did so I felt the muscles of her cunt clamp down on my fingers. She was writhing on the table and I withdrew my fingers and then a stream of hot, viscous juice spurted from deep within her. "Slut," I said, slapping her clit as the fluid drenched my belly and cock.

At that moment Eddie pulled out and shot a massive load of jizz on her face. Between all the guys' sperm and her saliva, her eyes were nearly glued shut. Her cunt was nearly as red as her ass. She was beautiful. A beautiful wreck.

Hector was the last up, and plugged her even before she had time to call for him. He only stroked a few times before pulling his cock out and dropping his heavy, hairy balls into her mouth. Oh, she sucked them hard, I could tell from my position. I was fingering her again with my right hand, pinching and twisting her slick clit with the fingers of my left. I so wanted to fuck her but not in front of the other guys—I didn't want them getting any ideas that they could have more than her mouth. So I just manually mauled her cunt while Hector's cock slid around the mess of jizz on her face, his balls in her mouth.

By this time Henry was hard again, and stoking himself. I hoped each of them had an extra load for the slut. Jimmy had come around behind me to watch me pummel her pussy and he began to jerk himself as well. Just then Hector let out a yell and we both looked up as his cum arced over her face and onto her tits and belly. A nice touch I thought.

But now it was my turn. I dragged Paola off the table and spread the cloth on the floor so she could kneel down in the centre of it. The cum dripped off her face and down her torso onto the cloth and I got her into a squatting position to insure that some of it would roll over her aching clit. I put one finger under her chin and directed her head upwards, wiping some of the heaviest goo away from her eyes so she could see me.

"You fucking whore," I said softly. "Got what you deserve?"

She just nodded, unable to form the words. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and plunged my cock into her well-used mouth. My good little slut, my dirty cum-soaked whore. I couldn't wait to get her alone now, but first I'd fulfill my duty as host and fuck her mouth like all the other had done. "Come on, guys," I called, "jerk one more onto the whore. She craves cum, more cum." Paola was barely able to stay on her feet, and wrapped her arms around my arse as I pummelled her mouth. The jizz from my four friends coated my belly as I pounded my hips into her face again and again. Oh sweet bitch! I felt myself getting ready to explode and wanted to add my spunk to all the others.

The guys all circled around her, cocks hard again, stroking madly as I face-fucked my sweet little whore. 

When Henry shook his prick out at her, dumping another good load on her face, I lost it and began to cum into her mouth. She knew better than to swallow and I didn't really need to put my hand around her throat. Jimmy was next, and then Hector. Eddie was the last. She was now so dripping with cum, off her nose and chin, down onto her tits. I made her dribble out my contribution.