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The Poker Game

By: Peter Palmer



In my high school years, a few friends would gather about once a month to play poker. Gambling was not the draw; we played penny ante. To lose $5 in an evening was a lot. We considered it a time of male bonding. We smoked cigars and drank a little. Those were the days.

One of the girls in our crowd had heard about the game. She wasn't anyone's girlfriend, just a friend who was a girl. She was cute: just eighteen, small, with perky breasts, slim, blond, and lots of fun to be around. She begged to be included, but we said it was a guy's game. Besides, our girlfriends would be jealous if she came and they didn't. That logic kept her quiet for a while, but then she had a new idea. She wanted to attend as our waitress. She said she would serve drinks and sandwiches and clean up, just to be able to attend. That did it. We agreed. We also agreed that we would never tell our girlfriends, either.

The fateful Friday night came. The game was at Stan's house. His folks were recently divorced, so his dad had moved out. And, his mom was going through her adjustment phase of re-entering the dating game with a vengeance. Therefore, we had the house to ourselves until morning.

I arrived early to help Stan set up because Stan was my best friend. Lynne arrived right on schedule, about 15 minutes before the others. We set up in the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen. We oriented Lynne to the locations of the food and drink and cups and plates. Right on schedule the others arrived. The game began with six boys of the tender age of 18.

Lynne was stunning. She had dressed like a cocktail waitress: short skirt, white blouse, black hose, high heels. She took our orders as the game began, and served us professionally, complete with serving tray and hand towel.

About an hour into the game, we noticed something. Her blouse was unbuttoned one button further than before. And, when she reached for a glass to refill, the bending and stretching motion gave us the clear indication that she wasn't wearing a bra. For Lynne, this was not a problem, since she was 18 and had B-cup breasts. She gave several of us a real eyeful. Her breasts were firm and rounded, upturned at the end. She gave no indication that she was aware of our stares.

Then, it dawned on me. Being normal, 18-year-old boys, Stan and I had given Lynne the once-over when she arrived. So had the other boys when they arrived. Since she was wearing a white blouse, the outline of her bra would have been clearly visible. If that familiar outline had not been there, we would have noticed. She must have removed her bra after the game had started. I'm not sure how long it took the others to piece this together. It took me about 10 minutes. But remember, we were only 18 and really naïve. The sexual revolution hadn't started yet. An occasional feel was a memorable date. With a steady girl, you might progress to mutual manual and/or oral stimulation. Real intercourse was rare.

Another 15 minutes passed, and another button magically came undone. Then another. We played manfully onward, but our attentions were definitely divided. Her ministrations to our needs included more brushes of a breast across a shoulder, a hip across an arm. The turning point came when, as Jack folded after four cards in seven-card stud, and asked for a refill, Lynne came with a fresh drink and, after placing the drink, slid into his lap, asking, "I'm not much on this game. Why did you fold?"

Jack, always the gentleman, instinctively put his arm around her and picked up his hole cards. As he explained, she took the hand with the cards, folded them against her breast, and said, "Now I do know you shouldn't show you cards until the hand is over." Jack's hand, hidden under both of hers, cupped a marvelous, firm breast and an erect nipple. I supposed it was erect because the other one was poking out the material of that stiff white shirt. As the hand ended, so did Jack's free feel. As she hopped up, she made a point of looking back down at Jack's lap, then asked, "Anyone else need a refill?"

Everyone needed a refill. She served us one at a time. As she returned on each trip to the kitchen, her blouse was open a little wider. She reached around Tom to place his drink on the table, rotating from left to right, putting a nipple in each ear along the way. For Terry, she faced him to reach across to his glass and brushed her blouse open on his nose in order to whisp her nipple across his lips. His reaction time was just slow enough to kiss nothing but cotton. By the time she came back with Rick's drink, the blouse was gone.

Gentlemen to the end, we played manfully onward. She walked around behind us and rubbed our ears and necks with her fingers and breasts. Since she was behind each of us for a minute or more, we each had the opportunity to reach around and stroke her leg. But the one in the adjacent chair had the best angle. Only a contortionist could feel up a leg behind his back, but the player in the next chair had perfect access. I was the first to venture higher up her leg. Lynne obviously was in control of this situation, as she shifted herself to give an unhindered approach. My hand had gone up the back of her leg and discovered that she was wearing regular hose instead of pantyhose. The smooth flesh at the top of her thigh was warm and inviting. 

As I moved higher, expecting to find the bottom of her panties, I found only a bare bottom. She hadn't worn panties, or at least had removed them at some time before any of us had gotten that far. I stroked and gently squeezed than luscious cheek several times before she moved on around the table. This voyage of discovery was repeated several times around the table. Stan was quicker than most, so he had more time with his hand up her skirt. He worked his hand between her legs, for which she accommodated him be spreading her feet to shoulder width. He stroked her slit apparently just right because her eyes closed and she turned her face a little upward. As she moved on to the next chair, Stan was obliged to return his hand. But he stopped to pass his finger under his nose, and then licked it clean.

With that, Lynne announced that Jack's glass needed refilling, grabbed the glass, and disappeared. When she returned, the skirt was gone. She was left in high heels, black stockings, garter belt, and a thin silver necklace. For the first time we were assured that she was a natural blond. Her neatly trimmed bush had bikini-wax edged edges. Her pussy lips were neat and straight, but clearly puffy and wet. Her clit was a prominent little tube at the top. As she placed Jack's glass in from of him, she sat in his lap and planted a big kiss on his lips. Jack was so surprised that he momentarily forgot to kiss back. But, soon they were locked in a battle of tongues as Jack's hands stroked first one lovely part of Lynne, then another.

Suddenly, Lynne broke off the embrace, stood up, grabbed Jack by the shirt, and led him down the hall to the master bedroom. Jack stumbled once or twice along the way. Lynne closed the door behind them. After a moment of shock, we individually came to the conclusion that Lynne had wanted Jack all along, and this was the way she set about to get him. So, we went back to the cards.

Twenty minutes later, Jack sheepishly appeared at the door to the hallway. He stood there a moment, dazed and still blinking in the brighter light of the dining room, when a bare female leg hooked around him from behind. By process of elimination, we determined that it was Lynne's leg. She rubbed it up and down Jack's leg. Then a hand and arm appeared to stroke his chest, then his crotch. Still invisible to us due to her short stature, she took him by both shoulders and moved him back to his chair and sat him down.

For the first time since her reappearance, we now had a full view of Lynn. The garter belt, stockings, and heels were gone. Her pussy lips were red and curled outward. Her clit was still a visibly hard knob. Her throat and upper chest were flushed. And one more thing, there was a condom full of semen knotted around her necklace. The filled end hung down between those perky breasts.

Tom was sitting next to Jack. Lynne pivoted expertly and stepped over Tom's legs to sit on the edge of the table, recently occupied, slightly open pussy in full view. She put one hand on his shoulder and leaned down to caress the obvious bulge in his pants. Then, grabbed his belt, pulled him up, and went back down the hall. When they returned, Lynne had two filled condoms on her necklace.

I had the good fortune to be third. Having recently been introduced to oral sex, I was anxious to try my newly found techniques. Fortunately, the condoms Lynne had purchased (and secreted in her purse that had been placed in the bedroom with the coats) were not pre-lubricated, so I did not get a mouthful of spermicidal gel. I let her undress me, after which I laid on the bed on my back. As she started to put a condom on me, I stopped her and guided her hips toward my mouth. Apparently, she was unsure what to do, so I explained to her that I wanted her to cum like she had never cum before, and that I was going to do it with my tongue. In her fledgling experience, she had never been with boy who had put her satisfaction ahead of his own, so no one had ever eaten her out for more than a few minutes, and then only as part of sixty-nine. In her limited experience, her partner had always wanted to shift to penetration before she reached the top. She had had orgasms, but never this way.

After a little explaining, she straddled my head and gripped the headboard. I must give some credit to the two who had gone before, because she was already at a high level of sexual excitement. But, in all modesty, I must say that I used my tongue rather well, reading her movements to learn quickly what gave her the most pleasure, but not repeating one thing so much so as to wear it out. I ran my tongue first up one side, between her left lip and the shaft of her clit, up and back, then over the top and down the right side, avoiding the tip exposed by her erection. 

Up and down, up and down, then around, then dipping down to her hole and in and out and back again. Then I would suck in a lip and knead it between my lips, and poke the tip of my tongue up to her clit again. All the while I was squeezing first her buns, then her hips, then her waist, then her nipples, then cup her breasts gently. As she started to shake and hump involuntarily, I would suck the whole area around her clip and tease the end with my tongue. As she tensed, I would drive my tongue between the end of her clit and the surrounding flesh, around and around and up the length of the shaft, and at the same time ever so gently rub her nipples.

When she came, she nearly crushed my skull with her knees. I loved watching her perky, tight breasts, erect nipples, flat stomach, and downy pubes as she stretched and shook and stiffened and moaned. The two full condoms on her necklace swayed out as she rocked forward, then slapped back, again and again. After three times to the top, she couldn't stand it any more and fell off my face. It took her a few minutes to get her bearings. Then she realized that I was still naked and hard as a rock. As her own loins pulsed and glowed and receded to semi-normal levels of sensation, she descended on my cock and balls like a girl possessed. She licked and sucked and massaged and rubbed and pulled and even nipped and pinched. This was before the days of HIV (in the mid 60's), so condoms were for birth control only. You couldn't get pregnant from sperm in the mouth.

When I knew I couldn't last much longer, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, loosening her suction grip on my penis. She looked back questioningly. Although I'm no strongman, she was small, so I could virtually lift her off the bed and turn her around to mount me. She caught on quickly and made the position change smoothly. Fortunately for both of us, she recovered enough of her senses to remember the condom. She grabbed it quickly from the sheets where it had been abandoned earlier and rolled it down expertly. She impaled herself on my cock in almost the same motion. The combination of her wetness, my saliva, and the fact that I was the third penetration in 90 minutes made it easy. She wasn't quite down from the oral ecstasy of a few minutes earlier, so she immediately went back to spontaneous humping. She fell into self-awareness mode, not thinking about my pleasure but about hitting just the right spots for herself. That was fine with me because her obvious pleasure heightened my own.

I tried my best to keep from coming, to prolong the moment. But, when she came again, her pussy went through spasms that rippled up and down my cock. There was no holding back. I emptied myself into the condom. She flopped down on my chest, still engaged. Being so small, she was a comfortable coverlet of warmth and softness. Her pussy continued to throb, milking me dry. Eighteen-year-olds usually can recover their erections for a second round in less than a minute. In later experience, I found I could go three or four times (those were in years gone by, not now). In fact, sometimes I would pull out just before ejaculation because, in doing so, I could start again immediately, but not that night. I was done.

We dozed a moment, until someone flushed the toilet in the bathroom on the other side of the wall. The sound of voices from the dining room reminded us of the obvious next step. We kissed one time – our first, actually. She slowly rolled off and turned to recover the condom from my semi-erect cock. It pulled off easily. She deftly tied it with the other two on her necklace, three evenly spaced trophies, one at each nipple and one in the middle.

I pulled on my clothes and dutifully stumbled back down the hallway, Lynne hiding herself behind as usual. I paused at the door for the now usual show of her leg rubbing down mine and her hands patting my crotch. She put me back in my chair and pirouetted over Stan's lap. She had seemed sluggish as we had left the bedroom and as she had maneuvered me to my chair, as though this had been enough. She had had three hours of foreplay, teasing us. After that she had had two hours of serious fucking. (Yes, I had taken an hour after Jack and Tom had each only taken 30 minutes or less. I suspect they only satisfied themselves without thinking of her.) But, her mission kept her going. She had set out to screw the poker club. Besides, her sexual tension was not altogether depleted. After all, she was eighteen, too.

Still straddling Stan's lap, perched on the edge of the table, she swayed forward to dangle the three condoms in his face. As they swung out, Stan being Stan, he caught the middle one in his mouth. This re-lit the fire in Lynne's eyes. She leaned further forward, trusting that Stan would catch her, and reached both hands into his lap. Stan held her up with one hand on each breast. Lynne unzipped his pants. Fortunately, Stan wore boxers, so she had little trouble reaching through the fly to grip his erect member and pull it out. She hopped down and stepped back over his lap, never losing her grip on his cock. He had no choice but to stand and then follow as she pulled him to the bedroom. Valiantly, we played on.

Stan returned in 20 minutes, looking dazed. Lynne had a fourth condom on her necklace and a renewed vigor. It was nearly 12:30 and she had two more trophies to collect.

Terry was next. Lynne made no more pretense of teasing or modesty. Instead of straddling his lap as she had with the others, she came around behind him, swinging the condoms over the top of his head and dragging them back. The newest one, still wet, stuck to some hair briefly. She reached around him and began unbuttoning his shirt. When the last button was undone, she pulled it off him, then gripped his tee shirt and peeled it up over his head. She grabbed both his nipples and rolled them between her fingers, pulling slightly at the same time. He tried to reach back and return the favor, but he couldn't manage it from that position. Then she reached over both shoulders to keep him in place and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Grabbing him by the nipples again, she pulled straight up, so Terry quickly stood up. Using his confusion to gain the advantage, she quickly pushed his trousers and drawers down, dropped to her knees, and sucked his dick into her mouth. At the same time, she pulled his drawers to his knees. Because jeans were tight and no one had thought to remove their shoes in anticipation, that was as far down as she could get them easily. She pulled back and slowly revealed his cock, sucking hard, as she used one hand to play with his balls and the other to steady herself on his butt. The head of his cock slowly appeared. The very instant that it popped from her mouth, she jumped up and ran to the bedroom. Terry tried to follow and fell over, forgetting the location of his jeans. He scrambled to his feet while pulling up his pants (why up?), grabbed his shirt, and headed down the hall. He was gone only 15 minutes.

With five condoms on her necklace, Lynne can back, somewhat unsteadily, for Rick. Amazingly, we never broke the civility of the moment. There were no catcalls, no lewd comments, no grabbing. While Lynne was in the bedroom obviously fucking her brains out with the former occupant of the empty chair, we played on as though the missing party were merely making a head call. No one asked another player how his turn had been or what had transpired. Those who went early were obviously more relaxed than those whose turns had not come. But, after the second trip to the bedroom, no one doubted that all would get a turn. Lynne was definitely in control.

What would she do for the last man standing? She looked tired, sated. But now she had a real resolve to finish what she had started. And she wanted to do it with style. She moved predictably to Rick's chair. Instead of perching herself almost lewdly, splay-legged, perched on the table edge across his lap, instead of stripping off his clothes and grabbing his cock, she slipped as demurely as a naked, five-times-fucked girl could into his lap and nestled into his chest with her arms wound his shoulders, hands caressing his neck and ears. "Ricky," she said, "I'm about worn out, and I'm afraid I won't be much fun for you, laying like a rag doll on the bed. Let's take this one slow. I have an idea. So you can get as excited as you deserve to get, and I can be as relaxed as I feel right now, let's do it here, on the table. You can screw me – only you – while the other five caress me and stroke me and make me feel like a purring pussycat. Are you up for that, lover?"

Who could refuse? Lynne sent Stan to the bedroom for her purse and suggested that the rest of us clear the cards and chips and glasses from the table. Fortunately, we had put a plastic tablecloth on the table that evening to prevent damage to Stan's mother's dining room table, so the final act that Lynne had obviously planned in some detail could unfold, consummate, and be erased without leaving a trace. In the minute or two it took us to clear the deck, she began to work her magic on Rick. An eighteen-year-old boy may talk a good game, but performing in front of five friends could be stressful. She stayed curled up in his lap, stroking his hair and ears and neck and chest while nuzzling his neck and lips and eyes with her lips, whispering her desires to only him. He was in heaven while still fully dressed.

Rising gracefully from his lap, she focused her eyes deep into his and took his hands. With a gentle pull, she imparted the next idea: stand up. She pressed her beautiful body into his side while unbuttoning his shirt, then slowly removed it. Next, she helped him with his tee shirt. Since taking the shirt over his head is somewhat awkward, she took a moment to re-establish the mood by suckling at his nipples and rubbing her body up and down his. When he was again in dreamy sexual stasis, she slowly dropped to her knees by sliding down his leg. As she untied his sneakers, she spread her legs and slowly humped his calf. With his shoes untied, she unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered his zipper. Reaching up to rub both his nipples, she then dragged her hands down slowly to his waist and ever so carefully lowered his pants and shorts just below his butt. As soon as his erection popped free, she took his balls in one hand, the head of his dick in her mouth, and wrapped her other hand around his knees. She pulled forward on his knees slightly while pulling down on his balls, so he say back down on his chair. She stepped across his legs with her back to him and bent double, displaying her gaping pussy in front of his face. Before he could react, she grabbed both cuffs and pulled straight out. The shoes went with the pants. Having taken two steps forward in the process, she turned to finish the job on his underwear, removing the socks in the process. When she had finished, she was leaning slightly on the table, facing Rick.


The Poker Game



It all started with a game of poker; two girls and a guy sitting around a small table. One of the girls was tall; she had perky lips and even perkier breasts. The other girl was shorter, and stocky, she had a nice body and full lips, just right for pleasuring a man and his desires. The guy could be described as a somewhat tall, skinny, and yet broad shouldered, but not very muscular either. He was very nervous, unlike the girls, who sat sipping their drinks contently. The game had not yet started, but he was still twitching and squirming. This was not an ordinary game of poker after all, but a game of high stakes. It was strip poker. Not only that, but this was the first time he had ever played. The girls had invited him before but something (thankfully) had always come up which interrupted it before it could start.

Each time the girl shuffled was like a chill running down his spine. The cards were dealt; he had a pretty good hand. He ditched some unneeded cards and picked up the new ones. He nearly choked as he saw them. He had a hell of a hand, that’s for sure. He put his cards down and glanced at everyone else’s. His jaw dropped. They had nothing, absolutely nothing. He took the money from the bet and each removed a piece of clothing. The tall one removed her shoes, the short one a pair of gloves she cleverly chose to wear for this occasion. Then the next hand was dealt.

As he looked back at that day he realized how lucky he was that game. The girls had stripped off everything down to their underwear while he was lucky enough to have everything on except the sweatshirt and undershirt (which he just about always wore). He was totally stoked, any minute now he would get lucky (in more ways than one) and win a hand. Bras or underwear would be removed and I would see the naked “truth.”

At this point I would like to point out that he had no idea how long or how far this was going to go. He was just hoping to continue winning so that he could keep his pants on (literally). The next hand was dealt, he drew two nines, a king, and the rest was crap. He kept the nines and discarded everything else. He drew an ace (a wild card in this particular deal) and two sevens. He had a pretty damn good hand, if I had to say so. He put his hand down and like the first time, glanced at the girls’ hands. As before, they had nothing, the bra of the tall girl came off and the bottoms came off of the short one. He had no idea where to look, so he look at both, turning his head back and forth until he thought he would get whiplash from the movement and decided to stop and stare at a neutral place: the table.

“What’s the matter, don’t you like them?” The tall one asked. He decided to avoid the question as best as possible, so he said “It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I’m not used to this game.”

“Perverted yet innocent, eh?” The other girl chimed in this time. He was sick of the teasing so he said “Let’s just play the game, okay?” While the person dealing shuffled, he found his attention span and gaze wandering to three places. He had to pinch himself to stop from staring (or worse) drooling like an idiot. He didn’t know what to make of the next had he got. He had a nine, two fives, a king, and a two. Since the two was wild he kept it and the fives. He then got two queens and was happy. He put out on their opening bets, then raised it a couple dollars. They met his and he was a little too smug in the showing of his hand.

“Read ‘em and weep.” He said. They looked and the tall one almost choked on her drink laughing.

“Is that all you got?” She then proceeds to put down a four of a kind (jacks), seven high. I gulped, and then the shorter girl put down her cards, four of a kind (aces), queen high. He laughed his ass off. After all, he got what was coming to him. So, since he was going to play the game fair, he took off his belt. They giggled and looked at each other. He had no idea what the look meant, but he was sure he was going to find out later. Then the tall girl took of her bottoms, he blushed, and looked down at his pants. There was a rock hard lump that he was glad that they couldn’t see. She looked at him and, seeing that he was embarrassed, said:

“Don’t tell me you’re horny already, after all, our little friend to your right hasn’t even taken her bra off yet.” Her teasing pissed him off, but he decided to chill and keep his cool.

“Yeah, well, who’s winning, huh?” He retorted. But she wasn’t done playing with his mind yet; she slowly rose, walked right in front of him, and whispered in his ear

“There are no losers in this game, little boy.” 

His mind was racing at about the same pace as his heart; she was so close he thought he was going to pass out. Fully naked and smug as can be, she walked back and started shuffling the cards for the next hand. The other girl just sat there laughing. He started planning his moves when the hand is dealt. He looked at the cards and felt a little cheated. One three, two sixes, a king, and a nine. He kept the sixes and the king, and discarded the rest. He got an ace and a joker. He felt a lot better. Right now the game was just between him and the girl, with the prize being god-knows-what. She put all her cash in the middle, he started to get nervous, but maybe she was bluffing. He put the same amount in and called. She put her cards down, but very hesitantly, she had a pair of kings. He felt great. He put his cards down, showing her his full house. She said

“Well, you won. Happy now?” Then she pulled off her bra to reveal luscious, beautiful tits with tiny, but very perky nipples that seemed to shine in the light of the room. 

'That’s my cue,' he thought. He quickly moved over to her, put his mouth over her nipple, and began sucking it. She let out a gasp of surprise as the tall girl came over and started unzipping his pants. He heard the button unsnap and he froze, his eyes going wide. Too late to stop now, he thought to himself. He gradually made his way down the other girl’s body, she moans and cries out, it felt good. The tall girl began sucking his cock like some kind of drug. He started to groan as he moved on to the thighs of the shorter girl. She’s screaming his name and begging him not to start, so he moves up, slowly, teasingly, to her now fully wet pussy. She groaned deep as his tongue flicked over her tantalizingly good clit. The tall girl worked wonders with her mouth and tongue herself. He started to think he was about to explode, but he kept going. He got sick of focusing on only one girl, so he took the tall girl by the ass and pulls her over to his face. The other girl was disappointed but she went south to take over the job of giving him head. As they all started to spiral out of control with the emotions and feelings that were happening to them, he decided to do something different. 

He took the other girl into the doggy style position and stuck his dick into her wet, tight pussy. He listened; satisfied as she cried out with each thrust, the tall girl crying out as some freaky lesbian shit happened. The other girl eating the tall girl out, him sticking his dick into the short girl, it just turned him on even more because of the porn aspect. 

He told them he was about to cum, both rushed to take it in the mouth. He shot the wet, sticky liquid into their mouths; they swallowed it all, and then looked disappointed because they thought that the fun was over. 

He looked at them, and then suddenly had an idea that would surprise the hell out of both of them. He ate both of them out. He got them to hot, steamy orgasm. Their screams echoed in the empty room, making him even more horny. He sucked their tits, kissed their lips in devouring passion, and then they went down on him, even though he had already came, and they released him from the barriers holding him back before. He groaned, and hit his own orgasm.

After they settled down from what seemed like floating among the clouds, they cleaned up the cards and took what money each person had won. They give each other a French kiss goodbye. He went home, thinking about that night as if it were a dream and hoped to go it would happen again.

THE END



The Poker Game



I tried to ignore my foxy neighbor and concentrate on my cards, but it wasn't easy. Margo was doing her best to shrug her bouncy tits out of her dress. The temptress arranged her poker chips in the shape of a cock and balls, and then nudged me to call my attention to her erotic artwork. She squeezed my knee and worked her way up my thigh. She groped the bulge in my crotch and found my hard-on, then she giggled, pulled her hand away, and tattled in her husband's ear.

I was winning the game despite the distractions. The Army had taught me much more than how to assemble an M-16; it had also taught me how to play a sharp game of Texas Hold 'em. Mom and Dad had invited me to play cards with them and the two swinging couples who had stopped by for an evening of Poker and wife-swapping. I tried not to seem too eager when I accepted. Margo and Penny were my mother's age, and all three of them were in their prime. Mom was the hottest, but the other two were almost as juicy.

My mother and father had reinvented themselves while I was away serving my country. Mom had always been beautiful, but she had never done much to enhance her inherent beauty. She rarely applied makeup. She considered hairdressers a waste of money, and preferred spending what she saved on a couple of steaks for her men. She bought most of her clothes at thrift shops. Dad was also inherently good-looking, but too many hours in front of the TV sipping beer had taken their toll.

I hardly recognized them when they picked me up at the airport. Mom was wearing a smart designer outfit. Her glossy black hair was made up in a trendy style. Her makeup had been applied with the skill of an artist. Her once chubby but now slender waist made her ample breasts seem even larger. Dad looked good, too. He had shed his flabby belly, had put on a bronze tan and, thanks to the miracle of hair transplants, had sprouted a full head of hair.

Mom and Dad insisted that I take a month-long vacation at home before starting work in Dad's construction company. I moved back into my old room and left it just the way it was, with model airplanes hanging from the ceiling and Farrah Fawcett posters plastered to the walls. As a teen, I had jacked off countless times while ogling Farrah's lovely breasts, and now, as a grown man, I was still at it. Some things never change.

It didn't take me long to figure out that Mom and Dad had taken up swinging. I had it figured out even before Dad confessed. He came to my room one evening and said he had something to tell me.

"I hope you won't be too disappointed in us. Your mother and I, well..uh..we have a new lifestyle. We decided that we weren't getting any younger, and that we had better start having some fun or we would miss out on it all. There's this thing called the sexual revolution..."

"Yeah, Dad, I've heard of it. You don't have to explain. You should be more careful with your swinger magazines. I found one under the couch. I even found your ad. That's a nice picture of Mom. Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourselves."

"It's your turn, Larry," Mom said. "Do you want to hold 'em or fold 'em?" My mind had drifted away from the game, and there I sat like a dumb-ass without any idea of what to do. The best thing to do in that situation is nothing, so I folded my hand. I needed to pay more attention to the game and less attention to the deep cleavage on all sides of me. Not that I was losing, on the contrary, I would have done even better if I hadn't let the others win an occasional hand. I didn't want my parent's friends to think I was a hustler.

"Well, I think it's time we switched games," Margo said. "Larry is winning all of our money anyway."

"Yeah, I agree," her husband Frank said. "This just isn't my night. Larry is getting all of the good cards. Let's move on to some adult fun - a little game of Strip Poker will get things started."

"Well, folks, I've been wanting to see that new Sharon Stone movie, so I'll be on my way," I said.

"The Hell you will, young man," Margo said. "You sit back down and don't you budge. After all the money you won from me, the least you can do is let me get a look at your soldier-boy body."

I glanced over at Mom and Dad. "It's okay, Larry," Dad said. "We're all adults here. I can tell by the way you've been looking at your mother that you're wondering what's underneath those sexy clothes. Now is your chance to find out."

There are probably a thousand variations of Strip Poker. Mom explained the rules for their version. "We play Five-card Draw. We deal the cards and after one draw the weakest hand must shed an item of clothing. When you are naked you drop out and the others continue."

"You left out one rule," Margo said.

"Maybe we better pass on that one for now," Mom said.

I sat staring at my cards. Suddenly, I was unable to calculate the odds. It was as though that book of probability charts in my brain had slammed shut. I lost the hand and kicked off a shoe. Margo lost the next hand, but instead of starting with something innocent, she shed her blouse to bare her bodacious teats. Her black, frilly bra barely covered her nipples. The sight made my cock stiffen, and it strained at the crotch of my pants. She suddenly hoisted the bra and freed her magnificent teats from their bondage. I thought I would cream my jeans when she brazenly leaned forward and ground those majestic mammaries against the back of my head.

"That's not fair," Mom said. "You took off two things instead of one."

Even though Margo had broken the rules, none of the men seemed to mind. Dad was practically drooling as he ogled Margo's charms. Little by little, we all stripped down. Mom's teats were just as fine as Margo's, and I could hardly keep my eyes off of them. They were the size and shape of ripe eggplants. The perfect tit must sag like ripe fruit hanging from a branch and hers did. The nipples must be neither too large nor too small; hers were the size of silver dollars, the perfect size.

"Larry can't stop looking at Mommy's big titties," Margo said. They giggled and guffawed as my face turned red. Me, a grown man, blushing. I had been on the battlefield with enemy bullets whizzing around my head, but now I was blushing like a schoolboy. Finally, I was down to my jockey shorts. They weren't hiding very much because my big hard-on had the cloth pushed out in front. I reached for the waistband but Margo intervened. "Oh, no you don't, young man. I want that pleasure for myself."

Margo pulled out on the waistband to get it past my cock. Then I was standing naked before my parents and four people I hardly knew with eight inches of hard meat bobbing in front of me. Mom had a big smile on her face as she stared at my cock. That made it jerk upward nearly to my belly.

Margo was naked next. Damn, was she ever hot! She had big, round tits above a narrow waist and flared hips. There wasn't a single hair on her pussy. "Well, shall we tell him about our other rule?" she asked. "The first man and woman to get naked have to fuck in front of the others."

I really wasn't surprised. I had expected the rule to be something like that. She pulled me to my feet and dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock was so hot I think I heard it sizzle when it slid into her mouth. It had been so long since I had had a blow job that I'd forgotten how good it feels. I had never had one as good as I was getting from Margo. Her lips were soft and warm, and her mouth was hot and very wet. She knew that the secret to a great blow job is wetness. The sight of Margo sucking my big cock sent the others over the edge and they tossed their clothes aside and went to it. Mom started blowing Burt and Burt's wife Penny began switch-sucking Dad and Frank. The sight of my beautiful mother sucking a cock was just about the hottest thing that I had ever seen. I couldn't bring myself to stare at my parents having sex, but I managed to get in a few peeks out of the corner of my eye. Dad wasn't the least bit shy about watching me. He had a big smile on his face as he watched Margo gobble all eight inches of my dick.

I shot my load first, right down Margo's throat. The sound of her gagging on my load set the others off. Burt shot his load in Mom's mouth, then Dad gave Penny a mouthful of sperm. Penny turned and finished Frank off with a couple of hard slurps. I felt a little sick to my stomach when it was all over, but that passed rather quickly. The women headed for the bedroom with their pussy-whipped men tagging along behind.

"Come on, Son," Dad said. "The fun is just starting."

"I feel bad about coming in Margo's mouth, Dad. I should have at least given her a warning."

"Nonsense, Son. We don't give warnings. Margo loves the taste of sperm. So does Penny and your mother."

I got the shock of my life when I walked into the bedroom and saw what the women were up to. They were in a French daisy-chain with Mom eating Penny, Penny eating Margo, and Margo eating Mom. Frank and Burt were sitting beside the bed grinning and masturbating as they watched. Dad and I pulled up a couple of chairs and sat down to watch the show. Within five minutes I had a fresh hard-on.

They were so equally matched in the orgasm department that when Mom got her gun they all went off like a string of firecrackers. They probably would have kept going if the men hadn't pulled them apart.

"That's enough girl-on-girl for now," Dad said. "You can suck each other off again after we fuck you. There's not enough pussy to go around. Burt, why don't you and I double-team Margo?"

Burt pulled his wife Penny to one side of the bed, spread her legs, and invited me to fuck her.

"Come on, Larry," he said. "She loves to get fucked by young studs. Come and shove that big, fat cock into her."

I wasn't going to pass up a chance to fuck a former beauty queen, so I went forward and mounted her. The others applauded as I drove my cock into her spit-slick cunt. The little beauty clamped her legs around my waist and lightly raked her fingernails up my ass and back.

Mom was on her back next to me getting a good, hard fucking from Frank. He was giving it to her so good that their bellies were slapping together. I couldn't believe the things coming out of my beautiful mother's mouth.

"Oh, yes, Frank, fuck me with that lovely cock of yours. Give it to me right on my G-spot. Yes, that's it, baby, you're hitting the target. OH, YES! I'M COMING! THAT'S IT! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

As shocking as that was, what was happening on the other side of the bed was even more shocking. Margo was on top of Burt riding his cock and Dad was on top of her fucking her in the ass. Underneath me, Penny was urging me on in no uncertain terms. She bunched her ample tits together and ordered me to pin them down with my hairy chest.

"Fuck me, big boy," she said. "I like it hard and rough. You don't have to be gentle with me. Give it to me harder."

I started pounding away and before long she shouted that she was coming. Then I realized that she was the only one still howling. I opened my eyes to see that the others had finished and were applauding my performance. I had been so intent on giving Penny a proper fucking that I had lost track of time. I had screwed the little beauty for thirty minutes, long enough for her to come five times. After holding back for so long, it was a great relief to shoot my load deep inside her.

I was racked with guilt and self-loathing. I had fucked Mom's best friend in front of her and her husband. How could I ever look any of them in the face again? I excused myself, went to the bathroom, and splashed cold water in my face. I just had to get out of there before I made matters worse. I found my clothes in the livingroom and started pulling them on.

"Where do you think you're going, Son?" Dad asked.

"I think I had better get out of here, Dad."

"Nonsense, we're just getting started. Frank, Burt and I have only had one come apiece. We always have at least three."

Margo and Penny came out of the bedroom and asked what was going on.

"He's trying to leave," Dad said. "I can't believe he's going to pass up an opportunity like this."

"Well, I'm kind of insulted that he doesn't want to fuck this," Margo said, as she clutched her pussy.

"I want some more of that sweet kielbasa of his," Penny said. "We're not letting him get away."

I'm stronger than most men, but I was no match for those two sex-crazed women. Penny twisted my arm up behind my back and Margo, a police officer, put a come-along grip on my hand. The next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed with Frank and Dad holding my ankles and Burt holding my wrists.

The women giggled as they gathered around my cock and began to suck. When Mom took my cock into her warm, wet mouth, the others cheered and urged her on. Despite my horror at what was happening, my cock hardened in Mom's slick mouth. She took it out and proudly showed the others her handiwork.

"Nice work, babe," Dad said. "Now you know the rule. The one who makes it hard gets to use it."

I struggled a little as Mom lowered her pussy onto my cock, but it was just for show. Mom's pussy, still slick with Frank's come, swallowed up my cock. I was officially a motherfucker! Mom was facing me with a big smile on her beautiful face. Her big tits swayed to and fro as she wriggled on my cock. The men realized that I was hooked and loosened their grip. Margo and Penny took my hands and placed them on Mom's breasts. I tried to imagine that this woman wasn't my mother but just someone I had picked up in a bar. That helped, and I began to fondle those lovely tits. The others were kneeling on the floor around the bed, watching intently. They seemed to be in some sort of a sex-crazed trance.

As Mom began posting faster, her smile was replaced with a frown. I felt her lubricate and her pussy got very slick. I planted my feet for leverage and began thrusting up into her. When the others noticed that I was responding, they murmured their approval. Mom rode me for about ten minutes before she came.

"OH, YES, HOW I LOVE YOUR FAT COCK! YOU'RE MAKING ME COME AGAIN! OH, YES, KEEP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP NOW!"

The others lost all of their inhibitions and started going at it all around us. While Frank fucked Penny in the ass doggy-style, Dad was at the other end with his cock buried in her mouth. Burt sat next to the bed enjoying the show and the expert blow job he was getting from Margo.

Suddenly everybody was getting their rocks off at the same time. I shot my sperm up into Mom's clenching pussy. Frank pulled out of Penny's ass and sprayed her back while Dad filled her mouth with his seed. Burt quenched Margo's thirst with a mouthful of sperm.

The orgy continued for hours. Dad, Frank and Burt gave out before I did and moved to the sidelines to watch and masturbate. The girls went to their backs and I went up and down the line taking turns with them. I shot a final load into Mom and, as I was coming, I glanced over to see Dad's sperm dribbling down his hand.

A few days later, Mom and I tried fucking one-on-one, but she was very uncomfortable with it and now she only lets me fuck her at swinger parties. A few months later, Mom and Dad took me to a swinger club and I fucked her in front of a hundred people who knew she was my mother. I'll tell you about that some other time.



The Poker Game



Tom was excited because tonight he was going to have a poker game with his buddies from work. He worked as a general contractor for a small company with a good bunch of guys. His wife Lori helped get everything ready, she prepared a bunch of mini subs, bowls of chips, pretzels and filled a cooler full of beer. The game was all set up and around seven p.m. all of Tom's buddies started arriving.

Three of the guys Steve, Rick, and Bill were the same age as Tom and Lori in their mid thirties, Big Hal was an older pot bellied guy who was the foreman and Brian a young new guy who could not have been more than twenty. Lori met all the guys and retired to the living room couch to watch one of those Lifetime movies and a book.

The game was in full swing and everyone was having a good time playing cards and eating. The beer was going pretty quick too as the guys were also pounding them down pretty quick. Whenever Tom got up to go take a piss or give his wife a quick update of what a goodtime they were having they guys took advantage of it to talk about his wife.

"Wow Tom's ole lady sure has a nice rack" Rick said.

"She sure does have a nice ass in those tight jeans she's wearing." Bill added.

"Quiet down you is going to give the kid a hard on thinking of her." Hal chuckled.

The game was over and everyone was probably over the limit to drive home so Lori offered to give the guys a ride home in the mini van. Tom without thinking said that sounded like a good idea to him, he could bring the guys over after work to get their vehicles.

The guys got in the van with Hal in the front passenger seat and the other four guys in the back bench seats. Driving down the street and on the way to Rick's house first, Hal said he forgot a set of estimates he needed to mail out first thing in the morning. So Lori reluctantly agreed to run them over to the current job site to let Hal pick up the papers he needed. Upon arriving Hal said they should show Lori the job site and all the neat things they've done to place.

The four guys led Lori around showing her the new siding they put on, the new windows they installed and around to the huge backyard. A huge deck was being built on the back of the house that would be a great place to relax or entertain.

"Wow this is awesome." Lori whispered.

"You don't have to whisper the owners are out of town." Rick explained.

Steve came up behind Lori and wrapped his arms around the sexy blonde wife, she gasped surprised he would do this. Steve was trying to feel her tits as she did her best to try and stop his busy hands.

"Stop it Steve this is not funny." She said.

"You guys going to help get some of this or do I have to do it all by myself." He exclaimed.

Before Lori knew Bill and Rick grabbed her legs and Brian grabbed her arms they pulled her down to the wooden floor of the deck. The two men on her legs pulled her jeans and panties off and the two men who had her arms ripped her shirt off and unhooked her bra. The men stopped and looked at her great body in awe, even though Lori had two kids her tits were nice and firm, her stretch marks have faded, she was slim and her pussy was shaved.

Rick held both of her legs and kept them spread apart to reveal her nice pink gash, Bill began to licked her pussy. Steve held her arms while Brian began to suck on her firm tits and puffy nipples.

"NO Stop NO don't rape me please." She begged the men.

This did not stop them because some how Rick got his cock out and pulled Lori down towards him. It was nicely wet from Bill's lapping allowing him to easily slide it into her pussy. Rick pounded her pussy and Bill went up to hold her arms, Steve took the opportunity to get his cock out and he shoved it into her mouth.

"This will keep the little bitch quiet." He said.

It was not long and both men were filling her full of cum, Steve shot so much Lori could not swallow it all as it dribbled down her chin onto her tits. Bill quickly grabbed her hard by the back of the head and rolled her over to suck his cock. Brian pulled his cock out and all the guys cheered, the kid had a piece of meat in his pants that would put most porno stars to shame. The kid slid inch by inch up Lori's already abused cunt, forcing her to spit out Bill's cock to breathe.

"If you have not come already you will when I fuck you with this you little bitch." He said.

He was right to the more and more he slid in and stretched her cunt out the more sensation she felt. She had never been filled so fully with cock in her whole life as the young man finally got the whole thing in. He slowly pumped his huge cock in and out of her tight cunt and too Lori's shame her body was reacting to it.

"Oh god fuck me with that huge cock, fucks me, fuck me." She begged over and over.

Brian began to pick up the pace fucking her harder with each stroke, Bill got his cock back in her mouth as she sucked it off and on. Steve began to get under her to suck on her tits, while Rick reached under and fingered her clit while the kid fucked her. Lori nearly loss consciousness from all the sensations her body was feeling at once. She could not keep track of all the orgasms she was now having.

Bill grabbed the back of her head and slammed it all the way down on his cock shooting his load in her mouth. She swallowed what she could and the rest rolled down her chin. Brian too was ready to cum only he pulled his cock out and shot the big thick streams of cum all over her ass and back. Lori lay on the cold hard wood deck trying to catch her breath, she never felt so ashamed or humiliated in all her life.

Hal was standing just a few feet away with a video camera he found in the house filming the whole thing. Lori knew that it would be hard to claim rape because if Hal caught her enjoying Brian's huge cock on tape she would have no case.

"Got you boys a little insurance right here." The pudgy man said.

"Please Hal don't show my husband, It will ruin our marriage." She sobbed.

"Well honey I won't show Tom this tape, but for our next game we expect to be waited on. Not only that you better be dressed very sexy and be able to satisfy the boys after the game again." He explained.

"There is no guarantee that this could happen again." She sniffed.

"You will figure out a way for us to get off on you again or he will see the tape." Hal said.

"Hey boss you going to get a turn." Bill yelled.

"I would love too." He said. "Unfortunately I can't."

"Why not boss?" yelled Steve.

"Erectile dysfunction." He explained. "My old lady is so fat and ugly I never felt the need to get viagara. I think I will be making a doctor appointment really soon though. Come on you guys we will take the company truck home."

The guys collected themselves and left leaving Lori alone on the deck looking up at the stars. She had cum dripping out of her pussy, dried cum on her face and cum now drying on her back. She slid her jeans and panties back on and her bra, lucky for her she had a sweat shirt in the van. 

Using some wet naps from the glove box she kept on hand for the kids she wiped her face off. When she got home Tom was already fast asleep, so she threw away the ruined shirt and got in the shower. She douched whatever cum was left inside of her and threw a nightgown over her head.

Getting in bed next to her husband she quietly sobbed herself to sleep over the terrible debacle she had just experienced.



The Poker Game



//Authors note - This is my first story. I'm open for suggestions. Leave me feedback and I might write another one. //

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Nicole was hottest chick in any room lucky enough to have her fine ass there, and she knew it. She had the ability to make any woman jealous when she entered a public setting, causing every male in the place to stare uncontrollably. John was Nicole's husband and didn't have any reservations showing off his beautiful wife to his friends, coworkers, and anyone else who couldn't help but gawk at her. The lucky ones of the audience would catch a glimpse of one of the many little "accidental shows" the couple would put on. This especially happened often over at their house, where their small group of close-knit friends would often gather to celebrate any excuse they could find to have a few drinks and a good time. After the boys had a few drinks in them, Nicole would move past the guys on the couch, sliding her perfect, tight ass right across their faces. She would pick things up in a loose shirt, showing off the tops of her small perky breasts, with her nipples barely escaping their views. And the couple's favorite, she would go for a swim in the back yard, and after John's friends had mysteriously all taken turns finding excuses to go to the back window to catch a glimpse of her outside, she would come back in. With her dark straight hair matted to her shoulders, and her wonderfully toned and tanned body still glistening with the pool water. She would take her time moving to the bedroom wearing the latest tiny bikini she had bought. Even though all of John's friends were starting to breathe heavier, the show still wasn't over. She would emerge from the bedroom a little while later wearing a thin t-shirt with no bra, tiny shorts and join the group after getting herself a drink from the fridge. Her small perky nipples trying their hardest to bust through the cotton fabric of her shirt. All of the guys in the room found themselves re-adjusting themselves and trying to avoid standing up until the end of the night. After the guests left, John and Nicole would laugh about the show and the reaction their friends had. Taking advantage of how turned on they both became during the process, they would retire to the bedroom for wild, kinky sex. 

Nicole was a complete slut when it came to the sex her and John had. She was up for pretty much any crazy sexual act John could come up with, and John continuously took full advantage of it. They had been married for a few years, and John was the only guy in the group of friends to have made the jump into marriage. He had bragged about how wild Nicole was in the bedroom when they first started dating, but his friends all shrugged it off as usual guy-boasting, They would all take turns remarking how any act with a girl that hot would be amazing, and therefore there was no way Nicole was kinky because any guy lucky enough to sleep with her would be worshiping her the whole time. Little did they know, a few years later, they were going to find out. 

Night of the Poker Game

"Are you ready for tonight beautiful?" asked John in a teasing manner.

"Baby, I've been wet for almost a full two weeks now just thinking about it." answered Nicole with a grin. "I can't wait to see just how far we can push this."

John and Nicole had become increasingly bold and brazen in their exhibitionist behavior, and the issue finally came up of pushing their relationship with their friends to the limit. Both parties became incredibly aroused with the idea of sharing Nicole with their friends, and they both knew there would be no way in hell anyone could turn her down. They had devised a plan and decided to put it into action on the night of one of their regular poker games they held about once a month. 

John came back from the bar, and handed Nicole a drink. 

"To tonight." John said, raising his glass of Champagne.

"To tonight!" replied Nicole with a smile. 

"I'm going to go get ready now, I'll see you in a little bit." Nicole said with a wink. She then leaned in and kissed her husband. 

And with that, she strutted upstairs to go get ready as John returned to the bar for any last minute preparations. 

About fifteen minutes later, the first of their friends arrived. It was Kevin, early as usual; dressed in the suit he probably wore to work, and carrying two bottles of the latest "best whiskey he's ever had." 

"What's goin' on man!? You have got to try this new shit I had shipped to me!" Kevin said moving his way directly to the bar. 

John followed him, taking a look at the bottle as the doorbell rang only a couple minutes later. John went to the door to meet Steve, the wildest of the friends, ready and willing to pretty much do anything at any time. He was wearing his usual random 10 year old concert t-shirt from a band nobody has ever heard of. 

"What's up mother fuckers!?" yelled Steve on the way in, going straight to the bar. "Man, you brought some more of that crazy shit Kevin? I thought we had an agreement you weren't allowed to bring any more after that McWhateverthefuck brand you brought last time!"

"Nono man, you have to try this new stuff!" replied Kevin defensively. 

The three of them sat down and had a drink waiting for the last guest to show up about 10 minutes later. It was Mike. He was the quietest of the group, but John had known him the longest. He was holding a bag full of chasers, mixers, and assorted other things he had asked if the party had needed before hand. 

"Mike! What in the hell took you so long?" Yelled Steve from the bar, "We were about to start without you!"

"You wouldn't have even remembered how to play without me reminding you every hand," replied Mike. 

After rambling for a while and catching up, they decided to get going and sat down at the poker table. 

John started to shuffle the cards when Kevin said "So where's that hot wife of yours, she out with her fine-ass friends again?"

"Nope, she's here. I convinced her to play hostess tonight." answered John, continuing to shuffle. 

Steve leaned over to Kevin and tried to whisper, "poker and a show!"

"You whisper like a goddamn air horn Steve." said Mike, sitting across the table. 

"Speak of the devil! John said with a smile, looking towards the staircase.

The guests at the table turned to look at the staircase, and all of their eyes widened and jaws dropped at the same time. 

Enter Nicole

Nicole made her way down the staircase, wearing the french maid outfit they had bought at the lingerie shop earlier that day in preparation. She had her dark straight hair down past her exposed shoulders. She had a black top with white lace that started just over her small, perfect breasts and stopped just above her exposed, toned stomach. She had a tiny black skirt with the matching white lace that connected to the black leggings she was wearing that went all the way down to her little black heels. Looking up towards the staircase, the guys at the table got a wonderful glimpse of her tiny white thong underneath the skirt. To complete the outfit she was wearing, she had on a small black collar lined with the same white lace. 

She stopped at the bottom of the staircase, and with a flirty tone said, "I heard you guys were in the need of a hostess for the evening?" and then smiled bringing some of the attention back to her beautiful face. 

"Holy fucking shit..." muttered Kevin. 

"Yes ma'am, and I believe you are hired looking from the look on these guys' face." laughed John. 

Nicole walked over behind the bar, and looked at the guys sitting at the table. All of them were still staring like teenagers at the sight before them.

"So what will you guys be having?" smiled Nicole provocatively.

After what must have been 3 minutes, John replied, "I'll have a vodka tonic please, dear." 

Steve was the first of the guests to break out of the trance. "I'll have some of that shitty whiskey Kevin brought over!"

"Man! You haven't even had it yet!" replied Kevin, breaking his stare also. 

"And what about you Mike?" asked Nicole, smiling and winking at him while pouring the other drinks. 

Mike was still in shock. He had a crush on Nicole ever since John started dating her. 

"He'll have some of that cheap whiskey too!" answered John for him, laughing. 

The attention went right back to Nicole as she emerged from the bar, strutting with a tray and 4 drinks over to John. She leaned over in an exaggerated fashion, causing the 3 guys across the table to all slightly straighten up to get a better sight of her cleavage. She went to the next guy at the table, Steve, and did the same lean, giving the guy ahead of her a view of her cleavage again, and giving the guy behind her a wonderful view of her ass, as her tiny skirt couldn't hide anything when bending over that far. She handed out the drinks and everyone stared at her ass as she walked back to the bar. 

"Alright! Cut the deck!" John said, handing the deck to Mike, who cut the cards without looking and handed them back. 

The guys played a few hands, with the winnings going back and forth while the guys were all constantly staring at Nicole who smiled and played with her hair flirtatiously back at the guests. 

Nicole brought another round of drinks, and after handing them out, sat on John's lap, bit his ear, then giggled. John dealt another couple of hands, winning a considerable amount of money. 

"Damn man, how do I get a good luck charm like that?" joked Steve across the table. 

"All you have to do is ask sweetie." said Nicole with a smile as she got up and made her way around the table. 

"Holy fucking shit...." Kevin muttered again as he watched Nicole's gorgeous body make her way around the table, and sitting on Steve's lap. 

Steve went bright red as he tried his best to keep his composure with that beautiful woman sitting on his lap. John smiled as he dealt another hand. The hand played out, with Steve involuntarily staring down at Nicole's perfect breasts just waiting/hoping for them to pop out of that tiny top. Steve won two hands, and then Kevin got up the courage to make a pass. 

"You can't be hogging all of the good luck buddy!" throwing his losing hand onto the table. 

Nicole smiled, got up, and walked over to Kevin. She turned around in front of him, facing the table. She made an exaggerated lean forward, giving the guys another glance at her cleavage while Kevin received a great look at her tight ass that was less than a couple feet in front of his face. She sat down on his lap. Feeling exceptionally aroused herself, she "made herself comfortable" by grinding on his lap for a tiny bit. During the next couple of hands, she would grind on Kevin's lap, below the eyesight of the table, causing Kevin to sigh and try to not let everyone know what was going on underneath. 

The table played another few hands, and then Nicole's attention turned to Mike, sitting across the table. Mike looked up from his hand, Nicole licked her lips at him, and Mike turned bright red also, looking quickly back down at his hand. She got up, causing Kevin to sigh almost in relief as she stood, and did the same sexy waltz over to Mike. She leaned over the table again, and sat on Mike's lap. She "made herself comfortable" again, making Mike's eyes roll back. Mike was not very well composed as he won the next hand, causing Nicole to celebrate in an over the top way, grinding her ass into Mike's crotch. Mike all of a sudden turned bright red again, and made several heavy sighs as he closed his eyes and grabbed Nicole's waist. 

Everyone stopped, knowing what had just happened, and stared at Mike as he looked down and continued to blush. Nicole giggled, and the table busted out in laughter. 

"I can't say I blame you man," said Kevin. "I don't know how much longer I could have held out either."

Nicole leaned back, cupping Mike's ear and whispered "Sorry about that sweetie, I'll make it up to you later", then bit his earlobe. She quickly got up out of Mike's lap and said, "who else besides Mike wants another drink!?" The table laughed as she got up and made her way back behind the bar, drawing the attention from everyone, once again, to her wonderful ass. 

The next hour of poker playing was relatively uneventful with the exception of the hostess bringing out new drinks a couple of times. John had lost most of his chips, seemingly to Steve who was sitting behind his giant pile. The next hand, Steve had bet a couple hundred dollars in the biggest hand of the night so far. The bet called out everyone else at the table, and the bet then went to John, who was already all in. Steve reached for the chips, when John interrupted him. 

"Alright Steve, I have a proposal for you. I know you're full of shit. Nobody else has the balls to call you out on it, and I simply don't have any more money, so here is the deal." John turned around to the bar, "Nicole, would you come over here please?" 

"Sure babe." she said before prancing over to the poker table. 

"I want to sell you Nicole's top for the remaining $200 I would need to call you." 

The two spectators at the table went silent, eyes wide, immediately turning back to Steve awaiting his answer. Steve kept his cool remarkably well as he leaned back and turned his eyes to John's wife without showing any emotion. Nicole looked down, bit her lip, put her finger between her cleavage, and tugged slightly at the strings in the front of her shirt as she looked up directly at Steve, giving him an "innocent" look.

"Well, I'm not going to lie. I've been dying to see those beauties ever since I first met Nicole... What the hell, deal." Steve smiled and tossed $200 worth of chips in the pot. "Lets see them!"

The eyes on the other two at the table got even larger as they changed from Steve, awaiting/hoping for his agreement to the beautiful woman standing before them. Nicole couldn't hide her mischievous smile, obviously somewhat happy with the answer he gave. 

"For $200, I might as well give you a little show also to complete the full experience!" she teased as she strutted over to Steve's chair. She walked around behind him, dragging her hand across his shoulders. She pulled his chair out from the table a little bit, walked in front of him and then threw her toned leg across his lap, straddling him. She looked at him deviously as she moved back and forth, riding his lap. She looked down at the strings, hanging from the front of her shirt, grabbing them. She did the same slow look back up to Steve, still grinding onto his lap. She bit her lip once again before pulling on the strings, causing the top of her shirt to burst open a little, accommodating for the pressure of her breasts against the shiny fabric. Nicole reached down, taking Steve's hand and guiding it up to the last bit of string holding her top on. A tiny tug on the string was the last little bit of energy needed to make her top practically "pop" open, causing the small amount of fabric fall to the floor behind her and her perfect breasts to bounce in reaction to their new freedom. They were perfect, small, but firm with small nipples, hardened by the arousal Nicole was feeling from the ordeal. She took Steve's hand, placed it on one of her breasts, leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Steve's other hand didn't require any direction to follow suit and grab the other exposed breast. 

The other guests were still speechless, with a look of a deer in headlights, adjusting themselves in their seats. Mike quickly glanced over at John, making sure there wasn't a shotgun that happened to appear at the table or anything. John just sat smiling. 

"Alright, alright. Lets see your hand ya liar!" John said after a few moments. 

Nicole leaned back from Steve, standing up as his hands dropped from her perfect breasts. The table stared as she made sure to not walk gently back over to the other side of the table, ensuring her breasts bounced slightly along the trip. 

After seemingly regaining consciousness again, Steve answered "Good lord... to be honest, I don't even remember what I had." 

Steve turned his cards over, revealing a 10 high. 

"Ha! I knew it!" John exclaimed after throwing down his two pair and collecting the huge pot on the table. 

Steve kept Nicole's top in his stack of chips, which was surprisingly still quite large even after such a hit. Nicole remained topless as she offered the men more drinks. 

"I will drink whatever in the hell you gave me right now!" Mike busted out with his first joke of the night. 

The table laughed as Nicole made her way back to the bar, getting drinks and returning, making sure to bend over the same way for her patrons as she distributed. 

Roughly another half hour passed, and Nicole remained topless as the hostess for the evening. Each of the guests, fighting as hard as they could to win, tried to trigger whatever the next event would be in this insane night over at their friend's house. Kevin ended up winning 4 hands in a row with ridiculously high hands, causing John to once again interject with new "house rules."

"Alright, I'm going to try going at this in another way, tonight just isn't my night. I don't know what you're doing to win this much Kevin, but I'm about to put a stop to it." John said, once again turning around and smiling at his beautiful wife. "Babe, would you mind distracting this poker fiend for a minute while I try to win some of my money back?"

Nicole once again smiled, turning quickly to Kevin with a lustful glare. 

"Anything you say." she replied with a wicked grin. 

She once again made no attempt to soften her step on the way over to the guest in question. She walked around Kevin, appearing in front of him. After swinging her leg across his lap, she slowly sat, straddling him. She placed his hands on her breasts and kissed Kevin deeply as she grinded on his lap. She looked up, gave a mischievous smile, and then basically slid down his lap. Kevin was in a state of shock as Nicole dropped to her knees in front of him. Steve looked at Mike, returning the look of bewilderment, and mouthed "Holy shit!" Nicole licked Kevin's bulge through the fabric of his pants, and then grabbed the zipper with her mouth as she ran her hands up his legs. She moved her hand back down to free Kevin's already rock-hard dick from his pants. She lowered her head to the base of his cock, before looking up into his eyes, extending her tongue, and licking the entire length of his member. Once at the tip, she swirled her tongue around it a few times before lowering her warm, moist mouth over it and descended. Kevin couldn't help but let out a long moan as this gorgeous woman engulfed the entire length of his cock with her mouth in one fluid motion. Nicole started bobbing up and down, showing her deep-throating skills and causing Kevin to place his hand on the back of her dark hair as she worked his shaft. 

The poker table itself was pretty large, not giving the other guys at the table a great view of the amazing blowjob Kevin was getting. Other than the occasional "Slurp" sound and bobbing of the top of Nicole's head, the ordeal was pretty much left up to their imagination. 

"Alright! It looks like he's pretty fucking distracted!" laughed John as he dealt the next hand. 

"Shit man, he's not the only one." Steve responded as he glanced at his cards. 

Every time the bet reached around the table, Kevin called, not surprisingly without even looking at his hand. Before the last bet, Kevin's breathing quickened. His body went rigid as he grabbed the back of Nicole's head. Nicole recognized that Kevin was about to cum, and engulfed the entire length of his cock. Kevin shot his load into her awaiting mouth. Nicole let out a moan, staying on his cock for a minute, making sure she collected all of his cum. She then let his member slip from her mouth, looked up at him, smiled, and opened her mouth to let him see the cum. She then closed her mouth and made an exaggerated "gulp" that she made sure the rest of the table could also hear. After another minute, Kevin looked up and threw a few chips onto the table with a giant, relaxed smile. He then reached down to his pocket and lit a cigarette quite dramatically. 




The Poker Game



"Damn, that's one hell of a plan, you got him to bet that much without even looking at his cards!" laughed Steve. 

The rest of the players called, and flipped their cards, revealing Mike as the winner. John started shuffling again, as Mike jumped a little bit. Nicole had worked her way, underneath the table, presenting her smiling face in front of Mike's lap. Mike looked down almost looking concerned as to what to do with this beautiful woman staring up at him. 

"Relax sweetie." whispered Nicole as she ran her hands up Mike's legs and undoing the fly of his pants. 

Mike gulped as she released his cock and repeated the process. She licked the entire length of his cock first, still covered in the cum from the earlier lap dance "accident," and then engulfed the entire member in one motion. She let out a loud "MMMMMmmmmmm" as she bobbed up and down his cock, enjoying the taste of his earlier cum. 

Mike was a lot more distracted than Kevin, having basically to be yelled at by the remaining players to respond to what was going on in the poker game each bet. After a while, he too started breathing heavily. Nicole quickly slid off of Mike's cock, and Mike looked down confused. Nicole smiled, and started stroking his member with her hand, holding her mouth open wide and staring Mike in the eye. Mike shivered with even more excitement, and shot several streams of cum over Nicole's beautiful face, down her chin and onto her perfect breasts. The bright white fluid contrasted with her tan skin. Nicole quickly engulfed his cock once again, sucking hard to get any of the remaining fluid. She then leaned back and wiped her finger along her face and breasts, collecting his cum and licking it off of her fingers. 

After getting all of the cum off of her face that she could, Nicole made her way back under the table and over to Steve, who was still frustrated from the lap dance she had given him earlier. He was more than happy to see her glistening face arrive at his crotch. She released his member also, and again engulfed him in his entirety in one motion, and then pausing for a second before looking up at Steve. 

"I don't care if you won or not, I want the easy orgasm out of the way. This party is about to get wild." she teased, going back to servicing his cock. 

"Absolutely no problem with that here." smiled Steve, as he slid back, putting his hand behind his head. 

Through the course of another hand, Steve didn't take long to reach his orgasm. Nicole, once again, backed off of his cock just in time to let an enormous amount of cum to land on her face. Stream after stream, his cum went in her hair, over her face, down her chin, and onto her chest. She cleaned his cock of remaining cum, and then moved over to her husband without removing any of the jism from her beautiful body. Nicole looked up at her husband, who greeted her with a smile. 

"Would you like a blowjob from your whore wife sir?" she asked playfully.

John simply continued to smile and undid his zipper. 

"Deal this one, would you Kevin?" John asked as his wife swallowed his cock. 

Kevin took the cards, shuffled, and then dealt as John received his own "distracting." 

"I don't know why you're acting so prim and proper around our guests, I happen to know how much of a slut you really are." John said.

John then placed his hand on the back of his wife's head and roughly grabbed her hair. He then pressed her head down on his dick until she choked a little bit. He let up, and after gasping for air, Nicole moaned. 

"Mmmmmmmm. Treat me like the whore I am." she said, before going back down on his cock. 

John again grabbed the back of her head and roughly forced his beautiful wife to gag on his cock. The other guys glanced at each other after hearing Nicole gasp for air. 

John continued to fuck his wife's throat. After one especially vicious cycle, Nicole jerked back, spitting up a little on herself. She drooled down her chin, off of her chest, and it landed in between her legs and onto the floor. After collecting herself, she went right back to servicing her husband. John then pulled her hair back, and came all over her already cum-soaked face. 

Nicole got up off the floor, her beautiful face and chest covered in cum. Her straight black hair was messed up and wet in parts. 

With a huge smile on her face, Nicole said, "Excuse me guys, I am going to clean up real quick. Anyone need another drink?"

The guests stared at her. They all returned the lustful smile, all of their dicks already awake again, ready to continue. 

"Another whiskey please, hostess." Kevin said, playing along. 

"Same." the others followed. 

Nicole Walked back behind the bar and poured the drinks first, still covered in cum. With everyone still staring, she wiped her face and breasts with her fingers, eating what cum she could get with an exaggerated "MMMmm." She then picked up the cloth behind the bar and wiped the remainder off of her torso. She brought the drinks back over to the table as the guys started to resume their game. 

After passing the drinks out, she returned to John's lap and watched the next couple of hands. John, again, did not win either of them. He put down his cards, put his left hand on Nicole's shoulder, and slid his right hand down her waist. He lifted the tiny amount of fabric composing the front of her skirt, and glided his hand over his wife's thong-covered pussy. Nicole couldn't help but moan.

"Holy shit, you are horny as hell Nicole! Your thong is soaked!" John practically yelled. "Stand up!"

Nicole stood up. John lifted Nicole's tiny skirt, with the other guys again staring at her lustfully. He grabbed both sides of her thong and slid it down to her ankles, her skirt quickly falling back over her pussy as her thong dropped. He lifted her skirt back up, exposing her perfect pussy to everyone. He ran two fingers over the small line of pubic hair she had left intact until he found her clit, rubbing it softly. Nicole closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting a sexy moan leave her lips. He started rubbing harder, causing his wife to start swaying. Her moaning increased. Her breathing became heavier. Nicole opened her eyes and looked at the 3 men in front of her, staring at her beautiful body writhing in lust. She reached up, grabbing her own breasts. This sent her over the edge, she grit her teeth and started panting. John frantically rubbed his wife's clit as she began to cum. 

"Ohhhh shhiitttt, yesss." she yelled as she came, staring at the men. 

After letting her subside a bit, John let his fingers drop a little to her opening, he then slowly inserted them. He slid them in and out a few times, causing his wife to moan again. John removed his dripping fingers and held them up for everyone to see. 

"Would you look at this?" John said. 

"Here's what we're going to do, unless any of you object of course. I'm going to add this horny slut to whatever pot is on the table. She is going to be lap-candy for whoever is on a winning streak. You all game?"

Everyone looked at Nicole, trying to gauge her reaction to such a bold suggestion. Still flush and breathing heavily from her orgasm, she bit her lip again and stared back at them with a lustful glare, smiling. 

"I'm going to admit, your wife is the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen John! You realize I'm about to kick all of your asses to keep this slut on my lap right?" Kevin declared. 

After the guys laughed, John simply replied "Prove it."

"Stand here babe," John said, moving Nicole right beside him. "Lets see who is the lucky guy."

After having Kevin cut the cards, John dealt a hand. The tension at the table was incredible, all of the men staring each other down as professionally as they could. After the few large bets, they all called. They put their cards down on the table and Mike's eyes lit up.

"Oh hell yes!" Mike exclaimed. "That's right motherfuckers!"

The other guys tried to protest, but there was no debating the hand. Nicole strutted over to Mike, and once again kneeled down before him, withdrawing his cock again and placing it into her mouth. She bobbed a few times, ensuring his cock was fully erect before standing back up and facing the table. Everyone simply stared as Nicole bent over the table in the same exaggerated fashion she had done before, slowly lowering herself onto Mike's lap. She bit her lip as her pussy found Mike's erect cock. 

"Mmmmmmmm, oooooo yea." she muttered as she slowly lowered herself fully onto Mike's lap. . 

"Oh my god..." Mike exclaimed as Nicole's incredibly wet pussy engulfed his cock. "She is so fucking wet and tight."

She settled herself, and leaned back onto Mike's body, gyrating subtly. 

"Alright! Time to deal again so I can take that babe away from Mike!" Kevin exclaimed, laughing. 

The cards were dealt again. The guys played with the same intensity as before with the exception of Mike, who was in ecstasy, balls deep in John's beautiful wife. The hand drew to a close, Mike called without even looking and everyone else hurriedly flipped their cards. John won his wife back. 

"Alright! Come on over here beautiful!" John said clapping his hands. 

Nicole slowly raised and lifted herself off of Mike, causing him to moan. She leaned forward again, to give Mike a wonderful view of her exposed pussy and ass. She made her way over to John, again, kneeling down, and taking his cock into her mouth. After another minute she repeated the same routine, turning around, leaning over the poker table, and slowly lowering herself on her husband's lap. 

John was loving it. Even though he had fucked his perfect looking wife thousands of times in every way imaginable, it was still ecstasy feeling that tight pussy around his dick. Nicole was also feeling the effects of the incredibly hot the scene around her. She was finally living out two of her biggest fantasies. She was going to have sex with four men, all of whom she was attracted to and felt safe around. She was also being treated as an object. A slut. This was really turning her on. She was being passed around by the luck of the cards to a group of men who were all salivating over her. 

John won another hand, keeping his beautiful wife gyrating on his lap, before losing her to Kevin. She slowly lifted herself off of her husband's cock. Nicole looked Kevin in the eye before licking her lips and making her way over to his side of the table. She again dropped to her knees, taking Kevin into her mouth before standing back up and sitting on his cock. 

Nicole started to feel overcome by the ecstasy of being used as a table prize. She started gyrating harder on Kevin's member before losing herself and just bouncing on his lap, trying to force his cock into her soaking wet cunt as fast as she could. Her breathing became heavier, and her exposed chest became flush as she came on Kevin's lap. Kevin couldn't contain himself, cumming with Nicole during her orgasm as her pussy tightened and pace quickened on his cock. The pair panted and sat for a moment, both basting in the moment. 

Steve won the next hand. As Nicole lifted herself off of Kevin's cock, a small amount of cum leaked out of her pussy. She made a show for the table by reaching down, cupping her hand underneath and catching it. She then lifted her hand to her mouth and swallowed the cum. 

She walked over to Steve before turning around to the players at the table and declaring "If you're worried about sloppy seconds, don't. I'll clean your cock after I'm through with you."

Nicole dropped in front of Steve, engulfing his member before raising again and sitting on his lap.

"Jesus John, you weren't lying about your wife being a complete slut!" said Steve as he leaned back, as Nicole's pussy made it's way down his length.

"I told you." replied John simply as he smiled, further cutting the deck of cards. 

Another hand was played, and John won his wife back again. Nicole lifted herself off of Steve's lap, turned, and went down on him. She tasted the mix of Kevin's cum that was left in her pussy along with her own juices. After being sure that he was clean, she made her way over to John, continuing the ritual. 

This went on for a few hands, and she was passed from guy to guy. She was passed around several times before getting back to Kevin. She smiled as she looked at Kevin's cock, still drained from earlier. She simply dropped down in front of him, taking him into her mouth instead of sitting on his lap. Even though he was exhausted, he couldn't help but become rock hard again with that beautiful woman giving him the blowjob of his life. Nicole stood up, and made her way back over to the bar, getting more drinks as the men played another hand. She made her way around the table, passing the drinks out as she noticed a sudden seriousness that fell over the table. 

"One hundred..." Kevin said calmly, placing his chips in the table. 

After Mike called, John responded with "I'll raise you two hundred..."

"Whoah whoah, guys..." said Steve. He threw his cards on the table. "Regardless of our beautiful hostess here, that's still a lot of money."

Kevin stared John down.

"Call." he said, putting in another two hundred dollars in the pot. 

"Yea.... no thank you." Mike chuckled, throwing his cards in as well. "It's only the first fucking round."

The next two bets were made. Both John and Kevin took their time, sipping their drinks. Another two hundred dollars were bet before the final showing. 

"I think you might be out of luck, Kevin." said John, smiling. He threw down his cards, showing four 9's. 

Kevin smiled, and threw down his cards... a straight flush. 

"You know, that's the first time I've ever had that hand. What a great night to have it." Kevin said, collecting the piles of chips from the center of the table and then leaning back and taking a sip of his drink.

"Holy shit, that's a great hand Kevin." Mike said

"Hell yea it was, congratulations man." followed Steve.

Nicole made her way over to Kevin. 

"That was an incredible hand, sexy." she said, dropping to her knees in front of him. "A hand like that deserves something special." 

Nicole looked at Kevin, and again went down on his cock, moaning and making exaggerated "mmmmm" noises, working it back up fully giving Kevin an especially sloppy blowjob. She let the cock slip out of her mouth, still glistening in her saliva, and kissed it, still staring Kevin in the eyes. She then stood up, turned around, and slowly lowered herself onto Kevin's lap, reaching behind her, finding his cock to guide it. 

The rest of the players watched, as Nicole bit her lip, held her breath, and winced a little bit. She seemed to have stopped completely, but after another couple of seconds, she lowered a little bit more. After lowering fully, Nicole exhaled a moan. Her eyes were closes, and her head was bobbing as she reached back to the back of Kevin's head. 

"Holy shit..." Kevin said, also wincing a couple of times during the ordeal. "This is incredible."

Again, it was pretty obvious what was going on to the spectators without the view below the table.

"MMMmmmmm baby.... your giant cock feels so good in my ass." moaned Nicole, her eyes still closed.

"No fucking way..." muttered Mike, looking at the spectacle in awe.

Nicole leaned forward, grabbing the table and raising her hips. Kevin looked down and saw his dick in Nicole's beautiful little ass. Nicole pushed back down, moaning again.

"OOOooohhh yeesssss." she hissed, starting to pick up rhythm. 

Nicole slowly bounced her ass up and down Kevin's cock, leaning back again to grab the back of his head, moaning uncontrollably. Kevin was in ecstasy again, not believing how incredibly tight Nicole's ass was. He reached around her waist, finding and grabbing her perfect tits. He found her perky little nipples and pinched them slightly. This caused Nicole to let out another gasp, throwing her head back again.

She lifted up, letting Kevin's cock withdraw from her tiny asshole. She stood up, reaching behind her and grabbing Kevin's arms, pulling him up behind her. She leaned over the table, looking over her shoulder at Kevin, and reaching back with both hands. She grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, giving Kevin a spectacular view of Nicole's perfect puckered asshole. 

"Fuck me. I want your giant cock in my asshole!" Nicole hissed, almost taunting Kevin. 

Kevin moved in closer, and guided his cock to the entrance of Nicole's ass. He pushed his dick into Nicole in a slow, but steady movement, putting his entire length inside of her in one motion. This made Nicole moan and close her eyes again, with her hands still on her ass. 

"Oooooohhhhhh Fuuuuckkkk!" Nicole moaned in a deep voice, closing her eyes again. "Ohhhh yesss... fuck me!"

The other two guests sitting at the table were stunned, staring uncontrollably at the sight before them. Watching one of their friends fuck the ass of another one of their friend's wife. They both occasionally glanced at John, curious of what reaction he could have. John was simply leaning back in his seat, his drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, smiling as he watched one of his friends fuck his wife in the ass. 

Nicole continued to moan as Kevin was fucking her harder and harder. She leaned up off of the table, letting her breasts sway on each thrust. Nicole then leaned over to the corner of the table, causing Kevin to readjust behind her. 

"Steve, stand up. I want to suck your cock while Kevin is fucking my tight asshole!"

"Jesus woman!" Steve exclaimed in disbelief. "He then smiled, turning to Mike and saying "far be it from me to deny a woman though!" as he stood up and made his way over to Nicole.

Mike sat frozen, staring at this beautiful woman getting fucking in her ass as she started sucking another man's dick. 

Nicole made her way around Steve's cock before reaching forward and undoing his belt buckle and button. She grabbed both sides of his pants and dropped them to the floor, allowing his cock to slip from her mouth for only a moment as she did the same to his boxers. She then brought her hands up the sides of Steve's legs before cupping his balls in one of her hands. She let his cock slip out of her mouth as he lifted his dick up with the other hand, licking his balls. Steve then leaned back.

"Oh shit, this bitch is so fucking hot." Steve moaned. 

"Mmmm your balls taste so good." Nicole muttered before fitting them both into her mouth and extending her tongue to the delicate space behind them. She then let them leave her mouth before fitting the entire length of his cock down her throat. She reached around, grabbing Steve's ass and forced him to quicken pace, fucking her throat.

Kevin, watching this perfect looking woman fellate Steve while he was fucking her asshole, quickened his pace. He was beginning to feel another orgasm coming, even though he had just came twice before. 

"Oh shit, I can't believe I'm about to cum again. You are so fucking hot." Kevin said as he continued to slam his cock into Nicole's ass. 

With that, Nicole lifted her head off of Steve's dick, and leaned back up off of the table. She reached back, putting her hands on Kevin's pelvis, causing him to slow down. 

"Oh baby, I want your cum. I want to taste your cum." 

She then pushed forward, causing Kevin's dick to pop out of her ass. Without hesitation, she turned around and dropped to her knees, grabbing Kevin's cock with one hand, and the side of his leg with her other. She licked the entire length of his cock before putting her lips around the head, and slowly lowered her mouth over his dick, the one that had just came out of her ass. 

She stopped for only a moment, in order to look up at Kevin and declaring "Mmmmm... my ass tastes so good on your cock." Nicole then put Kevin's cock back in her mouth.




The Poker Game



Nicole grabbed Kevin's hand, and put it on the back of her head. She pushed his hand against her head, prompting him to try to get his cock even deeper down her throat. Kevin pushed her head onto his cock before withdrawing and doing it again. He quickened his pace and started breathing heavier. Nicole continued to try to suck the cum out of Kevin's cock, and it didn't take much longer. 

Kevin pulled Nicole's head back. Nicole grabbed her breasts and held her mouth open, moaning, practically begging Kevin for his cum. Kevin obliged by beginning to shoot stream after stream of cum over Nicole's beautiful face once again. She moaned again before putting her mouth back over his cock, catching any that was left. 

Nicole again sat back, retrieving his cum off her face with her fingers, and placing them into her mouth. 

Kevin sat back down, trying to catch his breath before throwing his cards onto the table and calmly said, "I fold."

John laughed at the joke as the other two still stared speechless. 

Nicole stood back up and said calmly, "Did anyone win another hand yet? I'm incredibly turned on from having Kevin's cock up by ass, I need a replacement."

The remaining 3 guys at the table all immediately looked back at their cards, ready to play the last bet. After the bet was made, Steve threw down his 3 of a kind, and was declared the next winner. 

Nicole turned to Steve with a fixed glaze, and smiled devilishly as she made her way back over to him. She stood in front of him before saying "Stand up!" in a playfully demanding voice. 

Steve smiled as he stood up out of his chair. He had put his boxers back on. Nicole kneeled before Steve, and again put her hands up the sides of his legs before lowering his boxers once again to the floor. She grabbed his dick, and began working on it. She engulfed the entire shaft before letting it slip from her mouth, and raising it up, giving her better access to his balls. She alternated, taking one into her mouth after another, and occasionally both. She then did something that caught Steve by surprise. She took her other hand, raised it up his leg, before grabbing his balls with her hand, raising that up too. Nicole looked at Steve with a provocative smile before lowering her head, and began to lick between his legs. 

"I was wondering how long it was going to take before you gave into those kinky impulses Nicole!" John laughed, taking another drink.

"MMMmmmm I love it." was Nicole's reply as she continued to lick behind Steve's scrotum. 

Nicole let go of Steve's cock with her left hand, and used it to pry his leg apart from the other a little bit to give her better access. After doing so, Steve leaned his head back and made a moan as Nicole's tongue found it's way to Steve's ass. Nicole covered as much area as she could before moving her head back to the tip of Steve's dick. 

She looked up at Steve again, before kissing the tip and provocatively saying "I want you in my ass."

Nicole stood up, turned around, and leaned back over the poker table. She reached back behind, and spread her ass, awaiting Steve. Steve stood for a minute enjoying the view of this beautiful woman, leaning over a table, practically begging him to fuck her ass. He then closed in behind her, and brought the tip of his cock to her tight asshole. With some direction, it made it's way in past the tight ring, and he slowly penetrated her ass. 

"OOooohhhhh. Mmmmmm like that baby." Nicole moaned, still spreading her ass. 

After pausing for a minute to allow her ass to adjust, he slowly started to fuck her. 

Nicole reacted to each of his thrusts with a moan.

"MmmHmm, MmmHmm, like that, like that..."

Steve slapped her ass, quickening his pace. 

"MMmmmmmm" Nicole moaned, reacting to the smack.

Nicole bright her elbows to the table, lifting her torso off, and allowing her breasts to flow back and forth as the fucking continued. 

"Mike, come over here and let me suck your cock." Nicole said, raising her head and looking Mike in the eyes. 

Mike was once again overcome by shock, simply staring back at her, not moving or acting on the request. 

"Come over here now and let me suck your cock or I won't let you put it in my ass tonight Mike." Nicole scowled, catching Mike off guard. 

Mike, once again awakened from his coma of disbelief, stood up and walked over to Nicole. She repeated the process of removing Mike's pants before engulfing his member. She, again, gave special attention to Mike's balls while Steve continued to fuck her ass. 

The whole time John just sat, watching the event. 

Steve quickened his pace, coming closer to a climax himself. He started thrusting harder also, causing Nicole to moan on Mike's cock.

"Mmmmmm," Nicole moaned, letting Mikes cock withdraw from her mouth. "I'm need to taste your dick Steve. I need your cum."

Nicole reached back to slow Steve's furious pounding to the point of stopping and withdrawing from her ass. She stood long enough to turn and lean back over towards Steve's dick, engulfing him in her mouth. Instead of demanding anything of Mike, she simply reached back with one of her hands and held her ass cheek open, creating a display none could refuse in front of Mike. Mike stepped up, and slowly took his turn penetrating Nicole's ass. 

"God your cock tastes so good Steve, I can't wait for your cum." Nicole panted, letting Steve's dick withdraw from her mouth only long enough to speak. 

This sent Steve over the edge, grabbing her head, and beginning to roughly fuck Nicole's throat. Nicole couldn't have been happier, grabbing his balls with her hand as she tried to resist gagging. Steve's breath became heavier as he leaned his head back, giving into the pleasure his friend's wife was providing. He shot what little cum he had left into Nicole's awaiting mouth while Mike still plowed her from behind. 

"Mmmmm thats what I wanted." Nicole moaned, still licking the remaining fluid from Steve's softening dick. 

Nicole then turned her head, making eye contact with Mike. 

"Your turn." she said with a devilish grin. "Give me your cum."

Mike let his cock withdraw from Nicole's gaping ass. Nicole again spun around, engulfing his dirty cock without the slightest bit of hesitation. She worked on his dick while moving her hands up his leg. She subtly made his legs spread, started working his cock with her hand while she moved her head down below his testicles. Nicole lifted his balls with her other hand before finding his ass, and licking ravenously. 

"Shit..." was all that Mike could mutter as this beautiful woman was coaxing what little cum he had left out, and it didn't take long.

Uncharacteristically, he grabbed the back of Nicole's head, and leaned her back as he grabbed his cock and began cumming on her face. 

Nicole smiled, leaned back, and began cleaning her face of their cum before placing her fingers into her mouth. 

The guys all sat in their chairs, exhausted, while Nicole stood up and collected the empty glasses from the table, and making her way back to the side of her husband. 

"Thank you guys, I needed that." Nicole said, smiling. 

John then chimed in for the first time after watching his friends fuck the hell out of his beautiful wife. 

"After carefully watching the job performance, I do believe we have found ourselves a hostess slash bartender." Said John. "What do you think guys?"

The men at the table said nothing, as they just sat and caught their breath. 

"We will continue this game in a couple of weeks if the timing sounds good for all of you. I have a little training I have decided I need to do with her. With a little more practice, I believe this slut will be perfect." John declared.

"I, for one... will fucking be here." said Steve, causing some chucking and gratuitous agreement from the other guests. 

"I will too." Replied Nicole, giving another devious grin.



The Poker Game



Laying on our king size bed, remembering the last word's master said to me before he left this morning. "Tonight slave you be will learn what it means to be used by others." Those words have been invading my thoughts all morning. 

"What does my master have in store for this slave? Tonight is your poker game, surely you must have misspoken! I have never been allowed to attend your games." I wonder as morning turns into afternoon. 

Coming home for lunch as always, but today he bring home a friend. Master introduces him as Joe, a friend from work. I notice that he is a taller than Master by a couple of inches and he is a nice looking man, I suppose. He seems polite but his eyes say something different. They are dark with a hint of danger and I am weary of him. I do my best to avoid any eye contact with him. Master notices this of course as he hides a small grin behind his drink. 

When Master has finished eating his lunch he looks over to me stating, "Baby Girl tonight the card game will be here in our home. Make sure there are drinks and snacks of all kinds. I will be home around four to set up the table and I will have a surprise for you as well."

Before Master leaves to go back to work, he tells Joe that he has to take care of something. Taking my hand in his, he leads me towards our playroom and I wonder what Master has in mind as the playroom door closes behind us. Suddenly I am surprised when in one fell swoop Master rips my dress from my body. Pushing my body to carpeted floor and as I lay there stunned I hear the tine's on his zipper slide down.

I become a little aroused as Master straddles my legs, but that changes to fear once I feel Master squeeze and pull apart my ass cheeks. Roughly invading my tight puckered rosebud without the benefit any lube. Pinching, prodding me with his hands, I feel Masters teeth biting my neck and shoulders hard enough to leave black and blue mark along my body. I realize he is no longer my loving gentle owner, but a man possessed as He continues His assault on my body. 

Growling in a lust filled voice, "What have I told you about interacting with those that come to visit?"

Stunned, I don't know what to say, taking my silence as an act of disrespect. Master pull me up not to gently by my hair and lead me over to the exam table where he proceed to strap me in. Once Master has strapped my body down to the table, I watch with stunned eyes as Master grabs a jar of Icy Hot. As soon as I look into His eyes I know what He plans to do to me with it. 

My breathing becomes labored and I begin to whimper only to hear Master say, "Whimpering will not save you." 

When the first dab of the cool cream hits my clit. I begin to grind my hips wildly hoping to relieve some of the fire he have started within me. 

Just when I think things could not get much worse, Master smiles wickedly as I renew my grinding and thrusting of my hips towards him. Then I feel more of the Icy Hot being spread on to the outer walls of my pussy lips. When I have screamed myself horse and cried my eyes out, Master walks away from me and returns with a warm soapy towel. Wiping my tortured pussy clean of the Icy Hot.

Kissing my face, tasting the tears I have shed for him . Master releases my body from the table. Softly whispering to me, "Later tonight you will understand why you have upset me slave be ready."

After you leave the playroom, I slide my body off the exam table on to the floor. I remain in the playroom until I am sure Master has left the house and taken Joe with him . Quickly showering so I can begin to prepare the food and drinks for your guests. All the guests for your poker game tonight I have never met and the thought of what Master has planned for tonight fills me with dread. My body shakes with fear as I am not one for being on display for anyone but my Master and thus far he has allowed this to continue .

I hear Master's footsteps coming through the front door and I look up at the clock and right way I sense something different about him . As master walks towards me I find myself

backing away from him . Before I can get out of arms reach I feel master snake his

hand around my arm pulling me closer to him and feel his lips begin to kiss my neck and face.

Before I know what is happening master have me out of my dress and over his knee as his hand rains down blows on my bare ass. The hard hits send both pain and pleasure though out my body I lay there whimpering as Master hit me harder. The last blow lands on my tender abused ass and Master pushes me off his lap onto the floor at his feet. I hear Masters voice ordering me to my knees.

Instantly obeying masters command, I place my head in Masters lap and being to undo his pants. Slowly with trembling fingers grasping Masters hard cock bringing it close to my open lips. Slowly I begin to suck on his hard cock moving from the tip down to the base of his shaft. Gagging when the tip touches the back of my throat and I feel master's hand tighten it's hold on my hair. I know he is about to cum, but instead of cumming in my mouth, pulling my head away at the last second as master shoots his hot cum over my face and chest.

"Go upstairs and shower baby girl, while I set up the poker table." Master tells me.

"Yes Master," I say as I stand and leave to do as ordered.

Turning on the water for the shower, I run my fingers though the cum on my face and taste your unique seed. Stepping into the running water I let the water run over my body. I still feel the heat of your hand prints on my ass as I wash my body. I know I must hurry and finish getting ready.

Finishing my shower and towelling my body, I enter the bedroom looking for the clothing I had placed on the bed. My clothes are put away and in their place is a beautiful box with a note to me:

You will wear these tonight baby girl, Master.

Opening the box I find a servant girl outfit, a black corset with white lace work at the top that leaves nothing to the imagination. My breasts almost push out of the top. The matching skirt is made of nice kid leather with a white lace petticoat underneath. The skirt barely covers my ass, just the way you like it. There are no panties which worries me and there is nothing I can do about it. Also in the box are a pair of thigh high stockings with a corset like design. Wondering how I am going to manage to dress myself, I hear a light knock at the bedroom door. 

The door opens slowly and a women that I do not know walks in the bedroom. 

"Your Master sent me up here to help you dress," she explains.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Katie," she answers adding, "I was asked to come up and help you."

I am a little worried about this unknown woman touching me, remembering what happened this morning and the punishment I received. I allow her to help me with putting on the corset and I feel her hands pulling on the laces. Stuffing my body ever so tightly in the corset. I feel her knee in the small of my back as she tightens the laces, forcing me to exhale my breath as the corset tightens. 

Katie helps with the rest of my outfit and taking one stocking in her hand she rolls it up. I lift my foot of the floor and she slowly slides the stocking over my foot. Her hands carefully unwrap the stocking up my leg. I feel her hands smooth my stocking covered leg. When she is satisfied she does the same with the other stocking. Katie walks around my body and makes small adjustments to my clothes.

"Your Master wants you to wear these heels," Katie explained.

Holding them up I notice that they are a pair of high heeled leather Mary Jane's. A smile crosses my lips as I waste no time in strapping them on to my feet. Taking my hand in hers walking me to the mirror on my dresser. She helps me with my hair, I know Master loves my hair down but with the clothing Master has chosen Katie decides a french twist would look better and I agree.

I leave my face bare knowing how much Master likes to feel my skin with out make-up. I only apply a hint of lip shine to my lips, a nice peppermint flavor, it is Master's favorite as he like to suck my lips. Katie looks my at me deciding that I am ready to join Master and his guests. Standing a little unsteady in my heels, Katie holds my hand and we walk down the stairs to where my Master is waiting. Hearing the noise of my heels descending on the stairs I see Master turn and raise his head to the noise.

Master senses that I am nervous and he rises up from his chair and comes towards me. Katie lowers her head and places my hand in Masters out stretched hand. I stand on my trembling legs unable to breathe. I am so nervous that I have displeased Master somehow and only realise that My Master is pleased as a slight hint of a smile crosses his lips. Master reaches out for my hand and escorts me into the room where his guests are.

It is then that I become aware that there are at least nine other pairs of eyes watching me and they are appraising me! I try to hide my body behind Master as the eyes stare at my appearance and I feel Master tighten the hold of my hand in his hand. I stand with him

holding my hand, the last barrier keeping me from running back up the stairs. Feeling the touch of his hand on the side of my face, lifting my chin and forcing my head up to look into His eyes.

Once Master knows I am totally focused on him, he releases my hand and places his hand on the other side of my face ever so softly. Master kisses my lips, when the taste of peppermint hits his tongue, he smiles and sucks my upper lip into his mouth devouring me. Grabbing the back of my neck with his hand, squeezing hard and slightly pushing me down to my knees. I know what Master wants and beg with my eyes for him not to make me do it.

All Master does is smile wickedly at me as he pushes me harder onto my knees. Whimpering in fear as Master lowers his zipper and his hard thick shaft pushes free from his pants inches from my face. Grasping my hair in his hand pushing my head closer to his hard cock and shoving it deep down my throat. Moaning deep in my throat as I look up to him pleading with my eyes.

My eyes are pleading for to Master stop face fucking me in front of his guests and hot tears begin flowing down my cheeks. Ignoring my tears Master continues to thrust his cock deep into my throat. Master's hard cock shoving deeper down my throat making me gag as he pushes my head further down his shaft. Over the sounds of my gagging and coughing I hear the moans coming from his throat.

Master begins to pump his cock faster and I know he close to cumming. Tears are flowing down my face as I suck harder to try to make him cum. Just when I can't stand any more of his thrusting cock, the first hot jet of his cum bathes the back of my throat. With one deep hard thrust Master makes me swallow his hot load down my throat.

I hear someone in the background cough which brings my mind back to the here and now. As if feeling no shame at what Master just made me do in front of his guest, he takes my hand in his pulling me back to my feet. Master senses the fear and humiliation returning to me.

Softly Master whispers in my ear, "Trust me baby girl, I will never put you in harms way." 

Master takes a step away from me, gesturing with his hand for me to turn around and face his guests. Mustering all the inner strength I can find, reluctantly I turn and face the guests sitting at the table. I see a smile of pride play across Master's lips. 

Standing with my head lowered, my arms at my sides and I hear Master's voice."I would to introduce my slave baby girl. You may call her slave." 

The sound of clapping hands fill my ears as I hear my Masters words. Standing there in front of all these people who just watched me service my Master. My mind screaming at me to run and hide, but honoring you is the most important thing to me. So I quiet my fears the best way I can and my stomach begins to flip flop. 

When Master notices that I will not run away from him as he looks down at my trembling body. His eyes fill with that lovingly look that makes my heart skip a beat and my and fills my body with calm. Suddenly Master grabs the nape of my neck, pulling me roughly towards His lips and slowly kisses me until I am breathless. I cling to Him in the most wanton way.Out of the corner of my eye I spot Joe from lunch smiling.

I notice Katie standing behind him with her eyes lowered. Joe sets me on edge, something about him sends up alarm bells deep within me. Joe's eyes look at me as if he could swallow me whole. Rising from his chair, Joe's walks up to Master. 

Joe takes my shaking hand in his and caress's the top with his fingers saying, "Slave, that floor show you performed on your Master was magnificent," adding, "I hope My Katie was a great help in getting you ready?"

"Yes she was a great help Joe," Master answers, adding, "Thank you for the loan of her."

Noticing the same look in Joe's eyes from lunch watching me as I try gracefully

to remove my hand from His grasp. Master knows I am uneasy and I feel Masters hand grasping mine. 

Master asks Joe to excuse us still holding my hand , He leads me to the table to introduce me the rest of His guests. I sense I am being watched and turn to see Joe still watching me from across the room. Noticing Katie kneeling next to Joe with her hands behind her back and her head bowed. Seeing her in her submissive pose, sends shivers up my spine. Master feels my body tremble and pulls me closer into His arms making me feel safe if only for a little while.

Soon it is time for the card game to start and Master has me serve him and our guest. As I walk around the table handing out drinks, a lot of the men whisper things to me or drop things just so I have to bend over or lean into them to hear what they have to say. But in doing so I am semi exposed from the top and the bottom. My breasts nearly fall out of my corset and my ass is totally bare under the short skirt without panties. A few of them run their hands over my bare ass while Master looks on smiling knowing that I am well and truly out of my element. 

When I make my way around the table to where my Master is seated, he pulls me into His lap. Feeling His hands sliding up the sides of my corset, he begins to fondle my breasts making me pant and moan. Master flicks and pinches my breast through the corset, soon Master has my breast out of the corset and exposed for all who wish to see. When I start to protest Master stands me up and begins to unlace my corset and once he is done it falls away from my body leaving me bare from the waist up. He starts to pinch, pull and flick my nipples which has me moaning and whimpering at the same time. 

I cry out when I feel ice cubes hit both my nipples at once. I struggle not to scream as I feel Master's hands move down my body and push a ice cube in my warm cunt. I let out a shriek and try to close my legs but to no avail as he pushes me forward onto the poker table.

Suddenly He shoves a ice cold glass dildo up into my ass and he thrusts the dildo into me. I wonder how Master got his hands on the dildo when I see the Katie out of the corner of my eye as she moves closer to him. Joe says something to Master in the background and he replies, which sends Katie under the table and between my legs.

I moan loudly when I feel her tongue and fingers licking, flicking my clit. Master thrusts the glass dildo into me again and again. I begin to beg to cum when Master reaches around me to place clothes pins on both of my nipples one at a time and continues to invade my hole saying to me, "slave if you cum you will suck every cock at this table starting with Joe's."

The words I hear Master say sends shivers down my spine at the thought of what he would do to me if Master allowed him free reign over me. Hearing this I try to will my body not to cum, but I know it is a battle I can not win. I start to feel my heart start to race at the thought of someone else touching what I have always thought of as Masters alone. When I feel

him remove the glass dildo from my ass and push his cock into my slick pussy. He begins to thrust into me, despite myself I moan at the way his cock fills my cunt.

My pussy walls expanding as his hard cock invades my wet spasming pussy. I begin to shake my head in denial of what is to come. When I feel Masters cock begin to throb I know he's about to cum and I also. I know that if Master cums inside me, I will explode as well. He has taken me to such heights before. Once I hear Master's deep moan and His tightening hold on my hips I know he is about to fill me with a part of himself. He starts to cum and forcefully rips the clothes pins from my nipples sending me spiraling head first over the edge into my own orgasm.

I begin to cry fearing what Master will force me to do now. As I lean against the table in tears, I feel him kiss my face and lick away a few tears. Then he pulls my head up by my hair to look into my eyes then says, "remember Baby Girl your never in

harms way."

He looks into my eyes, nodding to some one out of my sight and a blindfold covers my eyes. I feel Master's hands guide me to another place in the room and pushes me to my knees. Master leans down close to my ear and I feel the warmth of Master's soft breath as he says to me, "You are my slave and I love you, remember that," adding, "Do you understand me?"

I nod my head because I can not bring myself to speak, then Master tells me, "Because

I love you none of them will cum in your mouth. That mouth is for my cum alone."

Master takes my arms pulling them behind my back and I feel the rope wrapping around my wrists, binding them together so that I can not touch the person I am serving. I feel Master's hand tilt my head back. I start to panic as someone shoves their hard cock deep into my mouth. I try to fight it but I again hear Master in my head saying to trust him. I allow myself to leave my body going to a place where I know the person pleasing himself in my mouth can not touch me. Opening my mouth and I begin to suck hard, wanting this punishment to be over.

My cheeks and lower jaw begins to ache and I just could careless as they all seem the same to me. Master leans down by my ear whispering, "Just one more cock last baby girl."

Feeling the rope binding my arms being released and on autopilot I raise my hands up. I feel something I know so well you!! I begin to suck in earnest, wanting nothing more than to wipe away the memory of the others. I want to give Master all that I have to offer. Just with my mouth and tongue what my voice can not find the words to say. I want to assure him that while others have take what he has offered them, they have not taken me! 

All I want to do is please him, I need Him to fill my mouth with his cum. The first hot jet erupts in my throat and I take it all without feelings of shame. I am willing to serve him all the ways he commands of me. The blindfold is removed, I feel Master touch my tear stained face and lifts me to my feet by my chin. Master lowers his head and I feel his lips on mine. Master kisses me hard and deep. Breaking our kiss, Master turns me around facing the people around the table. I notice that everyone is still dressed and they are smiling back at me.

Turning around, looking at Master with a questioning look on my face. He tells me, "Baby Girl, you are Mine and what is Mine I keep. None of our guests here tonight never felt your lips around their cocks. That mouth of yours belongs to me and only me."

"Baby Girl," Master says to me with a hint of pride mixed with sadness, "You have given yourself to me and I am proud to call you mine. However you have also kept part of what belongs to me from me. Tonight you have given me that tiny part you hid away from me. I am so proud of you."




The Poker Game



"Quite my slave," Master commands when as I start to deny not giving him my all, adding, "You did, but I always knew it wasn't because you did not love me enough or respect me enough. You just did not know."

Master notices the look on my face as Joe comes into my line of view. He notices my legs starting to shake and my eyes show more than a hint of fear. 

Master shakes Joe's hand telling him," Thank you my friend."

Master turns back to me telling me, "Baby Girl, Joe is like a brother to me and I asked him to make you feel uncomfortable. He would never harm you and I would trust him with my life."

Joe allows the mask he has been wearing since lunch to fade a way. 

Master whispers to me and as he looks into my eyes, "Make no mistake slave you are my life."



The Poker Game



I watched as Rita and David came into the room. Daddy was watching my reaction to their presence. We both knew I was uncomfortable meeting with them...intimidated by another Domme. He stroked my hair before rising to greet them.

"Good morning, Rita," He said with a smile. "Hello, David."

David gave a little wave to me and said hello.

"Hello, Alan," Rita replied, "and you too, Anna."

"Hi," I answered cautiously. "It's good to finally meet you both."

"Come sit with me, Anna," Rita said as she sat down on the bed and patted the place beside her. 

I looked nervously at Daddy, waiting for His nod before I went to sit with Rita. She took my hands in hers and said, "Anna, dear, you seem a little upset today. Are you sure you don't mind meeting us?"

"No, I'm fine," I fibbed. I didn't want her to know how much I dreaded meeting her.

"Are you nervous about why we are here?" she asked. She looked at my Daddy before continuing. "Your Sir has told me that you were due a spanking and I think we need to get that out of the way. Then we can play."

I looked at Daddy who smiled reassuringly at me. "It's okay, little girl, Rita knows the rules. I went over everything that was allowed."

"Yes, Daddy," I nodded. My heart was beating fast. I was unsure of what was to come.

Rita patted my leg. "You have on a dress," she smiled, "with no panties, of course."

"I have on a thong," I corrected her. "Daddy said it was only fair since David had on panties, too."

"Well, I bet they are quite pretty," she told me. She pulled me to my feet. "Thongs will be fine. Now bend over the bed and place your hands on the mattress."

I looked once again at Daddy who nodded at me. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, I did as Rita instructed. I felt her hands slide up my thighs as she lifted my skirt past my waist. I could feel all three of them staring at my exposed ass. 

She gently rubbed by ass cheeks and said, "Such a pretty white ass, Anna, but it will be even prettier when I turn it red."

She turned her attention to David. "Get the paddle out of my bag, little girl. I prefer to use my own tools."

David, who had wisely remained quiet, quickly got the paddle from Rita's bag. He gave me a sympathetic look as he handed the paddle to Rita. Then he went back to the corner in which he had been standing.

Daddy walked over to me and stroked my ass cheeks. "Are you okay, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," I replied. I wanted to make Him proud of me. If Rita was going to spank me, I knew Daddy would be in charge. 

"Okay, baby." He patted my butt once more before moving away. "You may spank her now."

Rita took her position behind me. I tensed and held my breath, waiting for the blows to come. She started with the paddle, a few light warm-up taps to get me used to the feeling. Then the spanking began.

"Count them, girl," she ordered, "out loud, and say thank you, Rita."

The first blow struck. "One," I said through gritted teeth, "thank you, Rita."

"Very good, Anna," she chuckled. "Again."

On and on it went until I had received twenty strokes. She stopped to survey her work. "Looks good, doesn't it, Alan?" she asked.

"Yes, Anna did well to take your spanking," He said proudly. "Her cheeks are nice and red." 

Rita gave Him the paddle and said, "Here, I was going to give her more but I thought You might want to finish."

Daddy pushed the paddle aside and said, "Like you, I prefer to use My own tools." He walked over to our bag and pulled out the flogger.

"Oh, my," David gasped from his place in the corner.

"Anna likes this," Daddy assured him. "Don't you, little one?"

"Yes, Daddy," I nodded.

With an air of authority, Daddy proceeded to flick the flogger over my ass. The stings were welcome after receiving Rita's punishment. I loved the feel of my Daddy striking my skin. I know He was showing me how much He cared and how much better it was when He spanked me. He didn't have to show me though because I already knew.

When He finished He had me stand. "Come here, little girl. Come to Daddy."

Shaking, I went straight into Daddy's arms. I could feel His hold tighten around me. "Are You pleased, Daddy?"

"Baby, I am always pleased," He replied. "I knew you could do it." He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

"Do You wish to spank David?" Rita inquired. "It's only fair since I spanked Anna."

"No, thanks," my Daddy said with a grin. "I think we've had enough spanking for one night."

"So what did You have planned?" Rita asked Him curiously.

"My little girl likes to play strip poker," He told her. "I think it is the least we could do since she took her spanking so well."

"Strip poker?" Rita asked with a frown. "Very well," she sighed. "What kind of rules do we have?"

I looked up at my Daddy. I could tell He was thinking of something interesting. "Well, since Anna has only her dress and thongs on, I think she should be allowed to use her jewelry as clothing."

I smiled slyly at Daddy. He was the one that had made me wear earrings, a necklace, two bracelets and a ring. What was my Daddy up to?

"I suppose it would only be fair," Rita agreed. She motioned to David. "Come over here, girl, and join us. We are Alan's guests and He has invited us to play strip poker."

We gathered around the small table as Daddy shuffled and dealt the cards. I saw Daddy wink at me as He picked up His cards. "You go first, Anna, since this has been your night."

"Yes, Daddy," I said. I looked at my cards....two pair...two kings and two aces. I tried to keep a poker face but failed in my delight.

"Oh, shit," Rita groaned, "she has a good hand."

Over and over the night went on, until Rita was in her bra and panties and David was in his panties. Daddy still had His jeans and shirt on while I had only lost a pair of earrings. It was getting late and Daddy called the final hand was to be played.

"How about with this hand the winner takes all," Daddy suggested.

"What do You mean?" Rita asked Him. 

"The winner can spank the loser of this round or do whatever he or she wants to do to the loser." He paused before continuing. "Unless you are willing to shed more clothes, and you have a chance to be the big winner this way."

"Fine with me," declared Rita.

As subs, David and I remained silent. We knew our consent wasn't being asked for or necessary.

I bit my lip in nervousness as Daddy dealt the cards. I had been winning and now I could lose on one hand. It wasn't fair, and I was close to tears. How could Daddy do this to me?

The round became tense as everyone wanted to be the victor, the stakes too high to take lightly. As Daddy passed out the last card, He gave me a reassuring smile. I looked at Him in confusion. He just looked away.

My hand was a decent one but not as good as the cards I had previously drawn. Still, I stood a chance. My heart sank when I saw the grin on Rita's face. I gave my Daddy another accusatory look which earned me a strict frown from Him. With a mumbled apology, I focused on the game.

The one with the losing hand was going to be at the mercy of the winner. My heart beat faster, in fear and nervous excitement. When we laid down our cards, Daddy and David went first. My throat got dry. I knew my hand was better than both of theirs. I wasn't going to be the loser. It was between Rita and me.

She gave me a steady look, her brow arched. I knew as the sub she was waiting for me to lay down my hand first. With my hands shaking, I placed my cards on the table.

"Well, shit!" Rita slung her cards down. I looked in amazement. Rita was the loser. I was the winner.

Daddy grinned victoriously at me and gave me a high five. "That's my girl!" He said proudly.

Rita stood up, still in her bra and panties. "Okay, Anna, it's your turn. What do you have planned?"

I looked uncertainly at Daddy.

"You won, baby," He reminded me. "You can do anything you want."

My mind raced with possibilities. I was having trouble deciding when I finally came up with the answer.

"You need to bend over the bed, Rita," I told her, "and place your palms on the mattress. You know the position. But since you aren't wearing thongs, I want your panties down to your ankles."

Rita frowned as she walked over to the bed. Turning to face everyone, she pulled down her panties, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. "Like this," she said with a smirk.

"Exactly," I nodded, knowing the smirk would soon be gone. "Now bend over the bed."

"Daddy," I told Him, "since I am in charge I want You to go first and use the flogger on her ass as many times as You wish."

Daddy walked over to Rita with the flogger in His hand. Taking the other hand He ran it over Rita's ass cheeks. "You have such a pretty white ass, Rita, but it will look much prettier all red and glowing."

David and I exchanged a small grin at Daddy's words but wisely said nothing.

Daddy took the flogger and proceeded to spank Rita's flesh. His strokes were hard and swift. I could hear her intake of breath with each hit of the flogger. After twenty strikes, He stopped. "I'm finished, baby girl." He stepped back to look at his work. He ran a hand down each cheek and down along her wet slit. "Very nice, Rita."

He turned to me and gave me the flogger along with a kiss. "Thanks, my little one, I really enjoyed that."

I grinned mischievously at Him before turning to David. Handing the paddle to David, I said, "Give Rita ten strokes with the paddle, and make them good ones or you will have to do it again."

The panic on David's face almost made me change my mind, but Rita intervened. "Get over here, sissy boy," she ordered. "See if you can hit like a girl."

David walked over to Rita and began spanking her. He did a good job considering the circumstances. Not as good as Daddy, but I was happy with his effort.

Daddy and I surveyed the results on Rita's red cheeks. "Now what, baby?"

I walked over to our bad and pulled out the hair brush. As I moved closer to Rita, I said, "Like you, I like to use my own tools."

My heart pounding in my throat, my pulse racing, I leaned over to Rita and said, "Don't forget to count, and remember to say thank you, Anna."

"Yes, Anna," Rita replied.

After twenty smacks with the hairbrush, Rita's ass was glowing like fire. I laid the hairbrush down and stroked her ass cheeks, feeling the heat in them. "Good girl, Rita," I smiled. "You may get dressed now."

After Rita and David had left, You pulled me close. "I am so proud of you, baby. I couldn't be prouder."

"Thank you, Daddy," I smiled up at Him. "I am glad I wasn't the loser."

"Oh, baby," Daddy said slyly, "don't you know by now to trust your Daddy."

I kept my arms tightly around Him. "Daddy? Did you know I was going to win?"

"Don't you remember, little one?" You reply. "Daddy knows all."



The Poker Game



 (c) 2011 Paul Garland

I love poker. Always have, especially Texas Hold'Em, my favourite game. I used to go to casinos a lot, but I and my wife Donna I had to stop going. She wasn't keen on me frequenting those sorts of places, although I also think she worried about me gambling away our money. I played online sometimes, I still do, but it didn't have the same level of excitement as playing live, and it lacks the fun social aspect too.

So I began to arrange games with my buddies, gradually getting them into the game. At first, it was just an excuse for a night of drinking beer and smoking cigars, but slowly the lads began to appreciate the game itself and the nights became more and more regular, until we were playing once a month.

We would rotate the venue between our different houses, everyone taking turns to host the night, although we always chipped in together for the food and drinks, no matter whose house the game was being held at.

This one particular night was at our place, and we were hosting four of my friends, Mark, Scott, Tony and Paul, and Paul's wife, Claire. She was a hottie, I'd always fancied her since school. She was in the same class and me and Paul, but he had gotten lucky with her in the final year of school and they'd stayed together since then, ten years ago. She was blonde and busty - a real wet dream - really, flirty too, though the furthest I had ever gotten with her prior to her and Paul getting together was a bit of kissing and groping.

I had done okay though - my wife Donna was hot, just in the opposite way to Claire. She was pretty rather than stunning, brunette and petite, with a really tight ass and a small but beautifully pert pair of tits.

Mark was an old work friend of mine, and Tony worked with Paul, but he had become part of our little group over the past few months, as had Scott who played football with Paul on Sunday afternoons. They were a good bunch of guys, and single, apart from me and Paul.

So here we were, nothing out of the ordinary, the usual poker game, with us guys getting pissed on whisky and beer, and the girls too, drinking white wine spritzers, and playing around making cocktails for each other. I don't know what they were putting in them, but Donna was pretty drunk, slurring her words and in a bubbly mood to say the least, and Claire was even more drunk, swaying to the music on the stereo with her eyes closed and full lips mouthing the words.

Tony and Mark were both out of the game, but were still sat with us drinking and watching the action unfold as the rest of us played the game out. I'd been in a bit of a cold spell, no good cards for ages, when suddenly I was dealt the best hand you can get. A pair of Aces. I was the short-stack - I had less chips than the other two - so I decided to go for it and pushed my lot into the middle of the table.

"All in," I declared, and to my surprise Scott called. He had been playing very conservatively, so I expected him to fold, giving me the blinds as Paul had already folded. 

"Call," he said with a smile and turned over a pair of Kings. The next best hand. Paul dealt the next three cards, and my heart sank as another King came out. The final two cards came out, and there was no Ace, so I lost and Scott thumped the table in victory! "Woo-hoo!" he said, with a smirk. He was the youngest out of all of us at only nineteen, and was a good-looking kid, but he had this cocky grin that annoyed the shit out of me at times.

"You lucky asshole," I sighed. "Let me re-buy back in?"

"No way!" Scott smiled, stacking up his winnings in front of him.

"Come on," I said, "It'll put more money in the pot? And if you're that confident of winning, it'll all go to you."

"It's not about the money," he chuckled, "It's the kudos."

"Let him," said Paul, sticking up for me, and Scott relented. I got to buy back in, putting more money on the table, but only getting a modest number of chips, so I had to play carefully now.

Next it was Paul's turn to be on the wrong end of Scott's luck. Paul had pushed all his chips in with Three-of-a-Kind, only for Scott to get a Full-House on the river card, the last card drawn. Like me, Paul tried to beg his way back into the game, but Scott wasn't having any of it - even though he had a huge chip-lead over us now. I couldn't persuade Scott to change his mind, but then Paul grinned as he had an idea and winked at me.

"Listen," he said to a jubilant Scott, let me buy back in and I'll get Claire to give you a lap dance."

Scott cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Would she?" He looked sceptical but Paul nodded.

"Look at her," he said confidently, "She's completely drunk, and she'll do anything I ask of her anyway, she's good like that. Got her well trained, you know?"

All the guys laughed at that, and Claire and Donna caught the laughter and looked at us quizzically from where they were dancing at the other side of the room. "What's so funny?" asked Claire.

"Come here babes," said Paul and Claire came over and sat over on his lap. "I've been knocked out of the game by this cheat here, and he said he'll let me back in the game if you give him a sexy lap dance."

"Oh, is that right?" said Claire, giggling at young Scott who had turned bright red now. Paul had made it sound like Scott had suggested the lap dance, but he wasn't going to protest because Claire agreed. "Okay, young man," she purred and all the guys watched with huge grins on their faces as she proceeded to step between his knees where he was sat. "Keep your hands off," she told him and then proceeded to dance sexily right in front of him. She had huge breasts, and several times she put them right in his face. The top she was wearing was low cut, and her cleavage was spilling out so much that occasionally I got a flash of nipple so Scott must have seen much more. He was sweating and obviously horny when she finally gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to dance, rejoining a laughing Donna.

"Did you enjoy that?" Paul asked Scott, although the answer was obvious, as he restarted the game with a small pile of chips like I had.

"That was amazing," Scott replied, "Think she'd be interested in strip poker?"

Again, all the lads laughed. It was only a joke, but there was no denying that Claire's little show had gotten us all a bit horny. The atmosphere had definitely changed.

Scott didn't get so lucky for the next few hands, and it was me against Paul for the next big pot. I pushed all my chips in, and Paul called with all of his, but then raised the ante further. 

"Look," he offered, "If you win, you get a lap dance like that from Claire, but if I win, I get one off Donna?"

I looked at my girlfriend from across the room. She was drunk, but she simply wasn't quite as outgoing as the flirtatious Claire.

"I don't think she'll do it," I said, but I really wanted to be on the receiving end of Claire's sexy dance as Scott had a while ago, so I agreed, taking the chance that I would win. "Okay, turn your cards over."

To my horror, and Paul's delight, he flipped over a pair of Aces, which went on to beat my pair of Queens. "Come on then," he said, rubbing his hands, "Tell Donna what she's got to do."

I had to call her over, and explained what I'd done. "I really thought I'd win," I said apologetically as she glared at me. Then she sighed, and said she had to honour the bet, but told Paul she wasn't anywhere near as good at this as Claire was.

I expected to get really jealous, watching her dance provocatively for my best friend, and at first I did, as she stepped in close and swayed right in front of him, sexily and suggestively. She even rubbed her backside in his groin slightly, as she didn't have the natural moves that Claire did but I could tell Paul was enjoying every moment, and at my expense as he gave me a non-too-subtle wink and then grabbed her butt.

Donna pushed his hand away, but didn't tell him off which rather surprised me, and she continued to dance, closing her eyes and getting into the music. What surprised me further was that I was getting excited at watching her dance for him, especially when she again rubbed her ass against his bulging crotch and she allowed him to feel her thigh through her trousers as she straddled him. 

Then abruptly, she stopped and walked away to Claire, who gave her a huge kiss. That drew a massive cheer from all the boys. Paul was looking as flustered as Scott had a while ago, and told us we should get on with the game as it was getting late.

I was out, and wasn't about to go through watching her dance again, so I sat and watched the final games between Paul and Scott, and nothing else untoward happened until Scott finally beat out Paul, and claimed the money.

Mark and Scott went home, just leaving me, Tony, Paul and the girls, and Donna and I were clearing away while waiting for them to go, when Paul offered me another quick game.

"Claire's winding me up," he moaned, and then his wife explained further.

"You two are rubbish," she teased, "To get beat by young Scott who didn't know what he was doing! I think even me and Donna could beat you."

Well that was it, my male pride wouldn't stand to be goaded like that, so I told Donna she was playing too, and Tony stayed behind for a quick game as well. He was much older than us, and was Paul's supervisor at work, but was a really nice old guy.

We only played with a few chips, to make it a quick game, and before long our skill started to show over the girls' enthusiasm. Claire was out fairly quickly, and looked really disappointed so I offered her a lifeline.

"You can come back in the game for one of those lap dances," I said cheekily. Both Paul and Donna looked like they were going to object, but I pointed out they had already been guilty of this earlier, so it was my turn to have some fun now. Donna didn't look very happy but I was drunk and desperate to see Claire's bulging tits close up.

She pretended to think about it, then practically raced around the table and began to dance for me. It was every bit as good as I'd imagined it to be. She shook her blonde hair loose from the bun she'd had it up in earlier, and even undid a further button on her blouse so I got to see the full curve of her tits in the half-cup, lacy white bra she was wearing. Her nipples were showing above and through the thin fabric so I could see every detail, and by the time she'd finished, my cock felt like it was going to burst through my trousers.

Donna was definitely glaring at me, but Claire made her smile with something she whispered in her friend's ear, and the game continued.

Tony spoke up during the next hand, which made me laugh. "I really hope Donna loses the next hand to me!" Even Donna grinned and Tony seemed encouraged by that, but when he really did beat her in the next hand, he only looked at her half-expectantly.

I didn't expect her to do anything, but giving me a 'this is your own fault' look, she walked over to him, and undid several of the buttons on her top. Donna didn't have the tits of Claire, but did show her small but perfectly formed cleavage off to Tony. I could see her lacy little black bra she was wearing, and he must have got a lovely view as she danced so close to him. She ground her ass into his lap, and as a finale she pushed his face right into her gaping top.

"You've made an old man very happy," beamed Tony as the game carried on, and Donna gave me a really smug look as she rejoined the game.

So she wanted to play like that, did she?

Everyone sat around the table was drunk, and the atmosphere was quite highly charged. What happened next was inevitable, but still unexpected. Claire lost out to Donna, and asked her friend what the forfeit was to get back in the game. Donna just shrugged and smiled, and Claire walked over and began to lap dance for my wife. It got very hot and crazy, with Claire rubbing her tits right in Donna's face, who just laughed, knowing it was winding all the watching boys up. Claire finished by sitting on Donna's lap, and then full-on kissing her, tongues and all, while being watched by us; the appreciative audience.

That kiss changed everything. I beat Claire next, and of course, I asked for a kiss just like that one. Donna arched an eyebrow at me, as did Paul but the mood round the table was a horny one and I wanted to see what would happen next. Claire came over and sat on my lap. Her top was fully unbuttoned and gaping open so I could see her bra and the shape of her tits perfectly as she positioned herself and then leaned in and kissed me. It took everything I had not to reach up and cup those huge tits, but I managed to resist. I expected Donna or Paul to be angry but they were whispering something to each other, and then as we played the next hand they both bet against each other so I knew they were up to something.

Surprisingly Donna came out on top, but they still went ahead and did a forfeit. Donna asked Paul for a kiss like the one Claire had just given me. He winked at me as he passed and leaned over my petite little wife. 

"If it's got to be like the one my wife just gave your husband, then this needs to be undone," he said, and unbuttoned the rest of her top, pulling it open to reveal her B-cup bra to everyone. It was black and lacy, and basically see-through. Her small, dark nipples were clearly visible, erect and poking through the sheer fabric as Paul leaned in and kissed her. 

As they made out I looked first at Tony, who was staring at her exposed bra, and then at Claire who shrugged her shoulders and mouthed, 'Don't worry,' at me. I wasn't worried, I was slightly jealous but also extremely horny, and beginning to wonder where all this might lead. I was soon to find out, as Paul took it up a notch by reaching down and doing what I had managed to resist doing with his wife. He took one of Donna's tits in his hand, and squeezed and cupped it in his hand, while they kissed. Donna didn't make any move to stop him, in fact when he finally broke off the kiss, she was flushed and breathing heavily. She even thanked him as he sat down, and then stuck her tongue out at me impudently.

"This is getting naughty," said Claire when we started dealing again, "Why don't we just go the whole nine yards and play strip poker?"

Donna looked alarmed, as did Tony, but I asked Donna why she was worried if she had been so confident the girls could beat us. Was she backing down now? Tony said that he was a bit old for strip poker, but Paul pointed out that the slim old chap had probably got a better body than both us two guys, and so with a shrug of his shoulders he told us to deal the next hand, and that he was game if everyone else was.

The way strip poker works was as normal, but when you ran out of chips, you had to take off an article of clothing to get carry on. If you won enough chips back you could buy back some clothes, but after a brief discussion between us all it was decided that was too complex. Especially considering how drunk we all were, and so we agreed instead to strip, or just do forfeits or dares, on whoever had beaten who.

So the first hand came down, and I was delighted to see I'd been dealt a pair of Kings. Everyone folded except for Paul, disappointingly both the girls didn't want to play this time, probably due to slight nervousness at what would happen if they lost. The rest of the hand played itself out and I won.

"Well, what can I dare another bloke to do?" I chuckled.

"Want me to dare him instead?" Claire offered. She was sitting next to me now, to my right, then going around in a circle; Tony, Donna and finally Paul, sat on the left of me. 

"What are you going to dare me to do?" Paul shrugged, "You're my wife. It should be Donna really?"

We all looked at my little wife, and her eyes widened. "I don't know," she giggled and looked to Claire for help, but none came, so she shrugged. "Um, okay you have to take your shirt off?"

Paul breathed out, relieved that the forfeit was an easy one. Claire rolled her eyes, perhaps in disappointment.

"What?" Donna questioned her, "I couldn't just tell him to get his dick out straight away, could I?"

We all laughed out loud at that, and it was Tony's turn to deal the next hand. This time I was dealt poor cards so I folded and watched instead as Donna and Claire went up against Tony. He won and after beating them both, he got them to both remove their tops. Both girls did it without too much fuss, which was surprising, but fun to see them both sat in just their bras, so contrasting - the busty blonde in the white bra and the petite brunette in black.

The game went as strip-poker should. Tony lost his shirt, Paul lost his jeans, as did I, and then finally both the girls, one after the other, lost their trousers too. Only Tony was left with trousers on. Paul and I were in only our boxer shorts, with the girls just in their bras and panties. Things were getting hotter by the second.

The next hand was won by Tony, and he dared Claire to give him a lap dance in just her skimpies. She didn't hesitate - she was drunk, we all were - and this time it went further as Paul pulled his wife from Tony's lap after the dance and sat her on his knee. They kissed and then to everyone's surprise, he popped the clip on her bra, and her huge breasts came into view. My eyes almost popped out of my head, and I tried hard not to stare in front of Donna. Luckily, my wife didn't notice, she was too busy laughing at Tony's reaction - his tongue was almost hanging out.

Paul won the next hand, and I knew what was coming. Donna must have too, because when he asked for a dance, she didn't sigh or complain, she just went and sat in his lap. There wasn't really any dancing, she just shyly wiggled her bra-clad breasts in his face while he had a close-up look. Then he took everything another stage further, reaching behind my wife's back to pop her bra clasp too.

I held my breath, wondering what I should do, and how she would react, but things had gone too far for her to stop him. She let her bra drop from her breasts, covering them with her hands.

"Oh, don't do that," Paul said softly, and reaching up, he eased her hands away. Donna was blushing furiously, cringing in embarrassment as we all gazed at her beautifully pert tits. She was obviously horny from the attention because she simply sat there in his lap, not even making any attempt to resist as Paul reached up and cupped her tits in his hands.

I finally exhaled, taking in another deep breath as I fought a mixture of emotions. I felt jealousy burning inside me, and yet I was incredibly horny too. A still topless Claire was sitting next to me, watching my reaction closely. All I could do was smile at her, and she smiled back. Damn, she was pretty, and those breasts were just... wow!

"I wish I'd had the balls to do that," Tony commented, watching Paul squeeze my wife's tits.

"Donna wouldn't mind you having a feel," Paul said cheekily, then asked her, "Would you?"

When Donna didn't say anything, Tony moved his chair closer, and Paul moved his hands so the older man could feel instead. Tony cupped and squeezed them, saying how firm they were, and even gently tweaked her already-hard nipples. My cute, young little wife letting a much, much older man play with her tits was so wrong, and yet so erotic to see. She didn't say anything, but she glanced at me with an odd expression on her face,

Tony was still having a good feel, when Donna suddenly shifted uncomfortably in Paul's lap, and then let out a little laugh. "You've got a hard-on," she giggled to him, making him redden slightly. She stood up as Tony let go of her breasts, and then prodded the front of Paul's shorts, where his erection was visible. Paul just shrugged, so Donna lifted the hem of his shorts and looked inside.




The Poker Game



"Hey," Paul interjected, "You have to win a hand to do that!"

"Oh, stop being such a spoilsport," Claire laughed at him, "You know we're all going to end up naked anyway!"

"Yes, come on," Donna teased him, "I dare you to take them off." 

Paul didn't need a lot of encouragement - he's always been a bit of an exhibitionist, the kind of guy who had no problems letting it all hang out in the changing rooms. With another shrug, he pulled his boxers down. I wasn't surprised to see that he did indeed have an erection. His cock was a decent size when hard, reaching right up to his belly button.

"Ooh," giggled Donna, and then laughed as Paul waved it at her.

"Why don't you show us yours?" Claire purred at me. I had a hard-on too, not only from her huge tits which were no more than a couple of feet from my face, but also from Donna being just in her knickers in front of my best friend and his boss, who was a total stranger to her.

"Go on, you might as well," Donna said, "You're not as big as Paul but you're not small either."

If I didn't do it, I would look a boring coward, so I took my boxers down, cringing slightly but I was encouraged by Claire's reaction when she smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Very nice," she murmured in my ear, "I've always wondered what your dick looked like."

"Well now you know," laughed Donna, "And it works okay too." She gave me the sweetest smile, obviously reassuring me as Paul was a good inch longer than me.

"Tony's got the biggest cock though," Paul said, then added when we all looked at him, "Seriously, I've seen it in the toilet, it's huge!"

"Really?" Claire asked the old gent, sat there with a huge grin.

"I'm not getting it out though," he said, though he didn't seem shy, "You don't want to see my wrinkly old knob."

"Oh, but we do!" cried Donna. She was sitting on Paul's knee now, her hand straying close to his cock, but her attention was fixed on old Tony, still in his jeans.

Tony was thinking it through. "I'll get mine out, only if you two girls take your knickers off." I saw Donna and Claire exchange a surprised look. "How's that for a deal?"

"Is it really big?" Claire asked her husband, and Paul nodded sincerely. "I'm game," she said to Donna, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates.

"I'm too shy!" whispered Donna, but then she squealed and laughed as Paul grabbed her. He fixed an arm around her and with the other hand, he tugged her pants down to her knees. "No!" she screamed, but she was giggling, so Paul ignored her protests, managing to drag them off her ankles. She sat there on his knee, blushing with her legs pressed firmly together but we could all see the trimmed strip of dark pubes peeking out from between her thighs.

"I'm too shy as well?" Claire said to me and gave me a wink, so I took the hint and reached over as she stood up and pulled her panties down too. She kicked them off, giving me a brief but perfect view of her completely shaven slit, before sitting on my knee.

"You like?" she whispered in my ear as she got comfortable, then she looked down at my now rock-hard cock and laughed out loud. "Oh, yes, you don't need to answer? I can see that you approve!"

"So go on then," Donna prompted Tony and without further ado, he unbuckled his trousers and pulled his boxers down all in one. His thick, semi-hard cock sprung into view and I was surprised at how big and smooth it was for a man nearing retirement age. I had always thought that they got wrinkly or shrunk as you got older, but not in Tony's case. He had maybe an inch again on Paul, his lower half was really hairy with thick, grey hair.

"Woo!" yelled Claire, almost deafening me. "Now that's what I call a cock!"

Tony beamed, his smug smile stretching from ear to ear, and he lifted his hips suggestively, opening his legs and proudly showing off his manhood. Claire was staring, as was Donna but then suddenly Claire shifted in my lap.

"Donna?" she asked my wife, who was still perched on Paul's knee, "Will you tell your husband off? His cock keeps touching me."

Donna just laughed. Claire has moved up my lap and my dick was now pressing against her hip and ass.

"Touch it back," Paul suggested with a wry grin, and again Donna laughed, so Claire asked her if that would be okay.

"Go ahead. I think Paul would like to touch your boobs too," my wife said, arching an eyebrow at me, "From the way he can't take his eyes off them?"

Claire grabbed my cock with one hand and squeezed it, then shoved her tits right in my face. "You like big boobs, don't you?"

It was everything I could do not to stick my face right in between them, but I managed to pull away and tried to speak.

"Um," I began, much to everyone's amusement. Claire was still holding my cock as I spoke, making me feel really horny but uncomfortable too. "Now we're all naked, what do we do now? Is that the end of the game?"

As I finished speaking, I noticed Donna was holding Paul's cock and was gently stroking him. What was happening? It all felt so surreal; five naked people sat around a table, two couples, but with each other's partners on their knees, and a man in his sixties who neither woman even knew! Add to that the fact that my friend's wife was holding my cock and my own wife was stroking his. We were all drunk, but still, how had we got to this?

"Do we really need to play a game?" It was Tony that answered, "You seem to be doing okay without it?"

Donna saw me looking at her and snatched her hand away, "It's all right," I laughed and Paul grabbed her hand and put it back. She looked at me as though to say 'Are you sure?' and when I nodded, she began to pull him back and forth slowly again.

Claire turned to me with a huge grin, and began to work my cock too. I couldn't help but groan in pleasure, really quietly, but she heard and whispered to me, "Does that feel good?"

I nodded, unable to stop myself from looking at her big tits hovering right in front of my face, and she giggled and pushed them into my face. I got a bit lost in the moment, and began to kiss and suck her nipple while she pumped my cock and then she suddenly stopped and pulled away.

I saw why. Donna and Paul were kissing! She was still sat on his knee, working his dick with her hand, and he was openly feeling her tits, squeezing and cupping them with both hands. Tony still had the biggest grin, and was playing with himself while he watched.

Donna had admitted to me a couple of times that she found Paul attractive, but she had been drunk and I didn't realise she liked him this much. How far was this going to go? I didn't have much time to ponder the subject, as Claire began to kiss me passionately, swinging her leg over mine so she was facing me, straddling me on my lap. As we made out, I couldn't help but keep looking over her shoulder, watching what my wife was doing.

Paul's hand strayed down to Donna's lap, stroking her thigh and then inching in between her legs. I saw my wife open her legs slightly to give him better access and then she moaned softly as he began to play with her pussy. My cock twitched with an unexpected excitement.

Claire had let go of my dick but I was aware of how close it was to her pussy with the way she was straddling me. She saw me look down and smiled knowingly at what I was thinking, inching her pussy even closer until it was almost touching me.

"Now this is getting interesting," mused Tony.

Claire looked over her shoulder at him. "Oh, you're all on your own!" she sympathised. "Excuse me a moment," she purred and climbed off my knee, leaving me slightly disappointed, and sat on Tony's knee instead. I didn't mind too much, I could see what Paul and Donna were getting up to much better now. Claire grabbed the old guy's impressive cock and Tony looked at Paul, probably to see if he minded what Claire was doing but my best friend was far too interested in my wife to care.

Tony was much less hesitant than I had been with Claire. He immediately grabbed her breasts and even bent down his head to suck a nipple. Again, he glanced at Paul for an okay, but Paul was full-on making out with Donna now, fingering her steadily and making her gasp quietly through their kisses, as she tugged on his cock. 

I felt a bit left out as both couples played around, but incredibly intense and horny at the same time. Tony's hands wandered down to between Claire's legs, and he started to play with her shaven pussy as they kissed.

I got up, not knowing what else to do and went into the kitchen to pour myself a strong drink. I saw Paul open his eyes and watch me walk out. When I came back a few minutes later, with a scotch in hand, he gazed at me for a second then spoke.

"Shall we all make ourselves a bit more comfortable?" he pointed towards the sofas at the other end of the room.

"Yes," Claire said, and jumped off Tony, taking him by the hand and leading him towards the nearest settee. She threw herself on it, never letting go of the old man's hand, then pulled down towards her.

Donna stood up too, and came towards me, leaving Paul behind for a second. She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, noticing how strongly her breath tasted of alcohol. She was totally wasted. Should I stop this? Were we taking advantage of our wives?

If we were, Paul didn't mind. Claire was now laid on her back, legs open with Tony laid between them. He was lower than her, his face buried in her tits, so his cock wasn't near her but I think we all knew right then what was going to happen. Paul stood by, watching his wife being mauled by his much older boss, but kept glancing back at Donna and me, presumably waiting for her or us to join him on the other sofa.

We walked closer, both of us intrigued as to what was going to happen. The atmosphere was highly charged with both excitement and nervousness. Or maybe anticipation.

Donna and me exchanged a look as Claire grabbed Tony's head and drew him upwards to kiss him. This lined their bodies up evenly, Tony still laid between her spread legs.

Donna looked at me. I don't know how to describe the look on her face, perhaps an unspoken question, and I gave her a similarly unsaid acceptance by nodding.

My wife put her hand on Paul's shoulder and whispered in his ear. Loud enough for me to hear, if not Claire or Tony, at least, if they heard, they didn't show it.

"Are you going to let them do it?" she asked, and I saw Paul look at her.

"Why not?" he whispered back, then he looked at me and winked.

"Oh my God," Donna said, her attention turning back to Tony. He was laid fully on top of Claire now, though we couldn't see anything other than the fact they were kissing quite passionately.

Paul had his hand on the small of Donna's back, and again he looked at me. He was waiting for a signal. I winked back at him, and he gently pulled Donna towards him, guiding her as he stepped backwards and on to the other sofa opposite.

Donna didn't seem to realise as Paul pulled her to sit next to him. She was transfixed on Tony and Claire. Tony's backside was grinding in between her legs. Surely, he was inside her, fucking her?

Paul's attention was completely on my wife now. His hand moved up and squeezed her tit, then slid down between her legs again. Donna absent-mindedly parted her legs, still captivated by Tony and Claire getting it on right in front of us, almost unaware of Paul as he began to finger her.

After a moment though, she seemed to give in to him. She closed her eyes and sighed as Paul's finger stroked her clit, then turned her head towards her and kissed him hungrily. Her hard reached out to take his cock in her hand again, then she seemed to realise what she was doing and broke away the kiss. Her eyes sought out mine and again we exchanged a knowing look. It was strange, because as we stared at each other, she began to stroke him off, quite fast, making Paul moan softly. Upon hearing the sound, Donna broke our gaze and turned to him, lowering her head down and kissing the tip of his cock. Paul put his hand on the back of head, watching me carefully as he did and then pushed her mouth down over the tip of his cock.

His eyes closed in enjoyment, and he eased her head further down as she started to suck him deep, sliding back up and licking the tip before going back down on him. I watched in amazement as she gave him head without any further encouragement. My wife was giving my best friend a blow job. Unreal!

Paul reached behind her, and she lifted her leg so that he could tease her pussy from behind. He looked over at his wife behind me. My back was to Tony and Claire but I could hear his balls slapping against her, and Claire moaning rhythmically, so I didn't need to see to know Tony was fucking her.

I was the only one not getting any action, and I needed to remedy that so I knelt down in front of Donna, and eased her legs apart. Paul moved his hand so I could stoop down and I began to lick her pussy softly. She was already soaking wet, so I moved my tongue to her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue and then sucking it into my mouth and feeling it swell in response.

After a few minutes, Donna moved. She pushed me gently away from her, then rolled of the sofa, to kneel on the floor between Paul's legs. She resumed sucking him, on all fours now, and she pushed her ass back against me, letting me know what she wanted.

I didn't hesitate. I positioned my rock-hard cock at the entrance to my wife's slit and shoved it all the way in one smooth movement. She grunted as I slammed it in deep again, and again, as hard and deep as I could. If she wanted to behave like a slut, she would get treated like one. She grunted again, having to stop sucking Paul for a moment, but then she took a deep breath and carried on as I pumped her for all I was worth.

Then I heard Claire cum, moaning out loud. "Fuck!" she cried, and I stopped fucking Donna and turned to see. Tony had stopped, giving Paul's wife a moment to catch her breath.

"That big one feels good, eh?" Paul asked his wife from across the room, and Claire giggled and nodded. 

Donna had paused from sucking him, and she watched as Claire asked Tony for a minute's rest. Tony moved and sat down, catching his breath too as Claire went to the bathroom for a moment. He hadn't cum. His cock still looked huge and angry, the head reaching right up above his navel. I wondered how Donna would orgasm if she was fucked by someone as large as that.

"I need to pee too," Paul said, and trailed out of the room after Claire, leaving me and Donna alone on the settee for a moment as we both sat down.

"Are you all right?" she asked me quietly, avoiding my gaze.

"Yes," I managed to say, "What about you?"

"I think so," she glanced at Tony who was still stroking his cock opposite us, his eyes closed for a moment. The hour was late, and we had all drunk a lot. "This is weird."

"It is a bit," I agreed, and she smiled at me shyly.

"Fun though?" she giggled, and I grinned back, happy that she was comfortable with what had just happened.

"Yes, weird but fun," I had to ask her something before Paul came back, but wasn't sure how to word it. "If Paul wants to do... whatever... do you want to? I mean, Claire she's... you know... with Tony, and..."

"Do you want me to?" she asked me back quickly, interrupting me, then threw another question at me, "And what if Claire wants to... with you?"

She gently chewed her lip as she waited for me to answer. I always found that such a sexy look. "I don't know," I said, though of course I wanted to fuck Claire. Those tits! She was such a sexy woman, I had always fantasized about it. But did I really want Donna to fuck Paul, if he tried it on?

"You don't know about what?" she asked, confused.

"Both," I said, "It's up to you?"

Claire came back in to the room, and looked at us strangely. "What are you two whispering about?" Tony opened his eyes and looked at us, and I suddenly felt the need to pee too.

I made my excuses, leaving Donna to talk to her friend. I had to wait a few minutes until Paul had flushed, and when he came out, he slapped me on the back soundly.

"Wow," he grinned at me, "Donna is so hot! What a fantastic blow job. You were giving her a good fucking too."

"What about your Claire with Tony?" I asked him, "We're you okay with all that?"

"A bit unexpected," he admitted, "But what the hell? No harm done. We're all having a fun time, aren't we? And between consenting adults, anything goes, right?"

"Right," I found myself saying, but as I went to walk past him into the toilet, he stopped me again.

"So, me and Donna? Would you be cool with it?" he asked me sincerely, "I think she's up for it? You should try it on with Claire, she's always had a soft spot for you, you know?"

"It's up to Donna?" I said, not really knowing how I felt about it, but the thought of me screwing Claire was a huge temptation.

"Good man," he slapped me on the shoulder, letting me go to the toilet finally.

I didn't rush back. All sorts of thoughts were whirling through my head about what I might walk back into, but as I did walk into the room, it wasn't quite the chaotic orgy that I had imagined in the wilder scenarios.

Paul was sat on the sofa, and his wife Claire was riding him. I was only surprised that it wasn't Donna who he was screwing but she was still sat down where I had left her. Tony had moved to the same settee as her, but they were only chatting, talking humorously about this whole situation.

"I wonder who'll cum first?" Tony said and Donna giggled as he continued, "You must have got Paul quite near the edge. I was watching you suck him."

"Plus, Claire's already orgasmed once," Donna commented, "And Paul's not as... big... as you?" she stuttered slightly and couldn't help looking down at Tony's slightly wilted, but still long, erection.

"It's not the size," I pointed out as I positioned myself on the arm of the sofa, next to them, "It's how you use it."

"True," agreed Tony, "But if you have a big one AND you can use it...?"

Donna laughed out loud at that, and Tony looked happy, especially when she moved her attention to his dick. "Yours is really, really big," she said, leaning closer and looking at it.

My cock was standing at full attention again, not only from the fact that I was watching my best friend and his wife fucking like animals right before my eyes, but also that my young wife was studying an older man's cock up close like she was.

"Hey," said Claire then. She held a hand out, wiggling her fingers for me to come closer. I hesitantly stepped up to her, trying to catch Donna's eye for an 'okay' signal, but she was still talking to Tony about his dick. "Come here," Claire purred and as I approached, she turned around on Paul, so her was back facing him. I could clearly see his dick impaling her cunt as she grabbed my dick and pulled me closer still.

Then she took me in her mouth. Wow, but it felt good. I couldn't help my hand going to the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her blonde hair as she began to suck me.

I turned and saw Donna looking coolly at me. I couldn't read her expression, but she wasn't telling me to stop.

"Excuse me," Tony said, getting up. "I need to go to the toilet, but I'll be right back," he promised Donna.

I returned my attention to the gorgeous Claire working my dick, but then Paul asked her to let him up, and we all stopped so he could get off the sofa. Claire took my dick in her mouth again straight away as I sat next to her, but I knew what was going to happen and couldn't concentrate on the blow job. Instead I could only watch Paul as he walked over to Donna. She looked up at him as he towered over her, but made no attempt to move as he bent down. Neither of them said anything. Claire kept working my cock, as Paul pushed Donna on to her back, then lifted her legs up on to his shoulders and guided his dick into her.




The Poker Game



Donna put a hand against his chest as though she was going to stop him, but she took it away almost straight away as he slid inside her. As he began to move inside her, my wife looked over at me, watching Claire sucking me enthusiastically, then she looked back to Paul, my best friend, who was now fucking her hard. Her small, pert tits were rocking back and forth as he drilled her.

"Claire?" I lifted her head clear of my cock for a second, "Stop, or I'll cum."

Tony walked back in the room, his eyes widening at Paul and Donna screwing where he'd been sat a moment before.

"Okay," Claire said breathlessly, gazing up at me. She took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it instead, keeping me hard, but luckily not enough to tip me over the edge.

Tony was wanking himself off, getting his dick hard again. He glanced at me and Claire but his attention was on Donna who was getting well and truly nailed by Paul.

"Fuck me," Claire whispered, "I don't care if you cum straight away, just please fuck me?"

Tony heard her, looking my way with a knowing grin and giving me an encouraging nod. Paul was fucking my wife, so why shouldn't I fuck his? 

I eased Claire on to her back and she opened her legs eagerly. Her shaved pussy was still pink and wet from Tony's fucking. I hoped she wouldn't be less sensitive from his huge one and that she'd be able to feel me, but as I got on top of her and pushed it in, I had no doubts of it.

"Oh, yes," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my cheek, "I've always wondered what you'd be like. Come on, fuck me."

Her pussy was tight and hot, and I knew I wasn't going to last long, so decided I might as well just enjoy it. I kissed her and began to stroke in and out, bringing moans of delight from her lips.

I savoured the feeling of fucking a fuller-figured woman, her huge tits crushed against my chest, and the blonde hair in my face instead of Donna's dark brown. Claire wrapped her legs around my back as I gained pace, all too aware that my climax wasn't far away.

Then several things happened all within a few minutes of each other. First thing was Donna's orgasm. I heard her groan gutterally as she came. I didn't pause in what I was doing, but I looked over to see her back arching up off the settee as she orgasmed. Tony was stood at the side of them, wanking his cock furiously at the sight.

"Fuck yeah," Paul said. He didn't stop screwing Donna the whole time she was cumming, then he told her he was going to cum too. "Here it comes," he said and pulled out, his rock-hard dick pinging out and standing up like an arrow. I kept fucking Claire but I couldn't help but watch as my friend's cock spurted a jet of hot cum all over Donna's lower belly.

Then Claire pulled my head around to face her, tugging at my hair quite painfully.

"I'm cumming," she said. The look on her pretty face was quite something; that look of pleasure so intense that it is almost pain, "Oh... fuck!" she wailed as it hit her and it was everything I could do to stay inside her as Claire bucked and wriggled beneath me. I held myself deep inside her until she finished shaking, and then kissed her. That moment of pause slowed down my own climax, so once she had gathered herself again, I began to plough into her purposefully. She'd orgasmed now, so I could enjoy this now without any pressure, and just cum when I was ready.

My attention was fixed on Claire now. I raised myself up and looked down at her for a moment, committing to memory the sight of her lush body beneath me. Her shaven cunt felt so different to what I was used to, and I decided to get Donna to shave hers for me sometime.

I rammed myself hard and deep into Claire, feeling a sheen of sweat on my back, cool in the late night air in the room, and then I became aware of Paul standing by us, watching.

"Good, isn't she?" he said, and I nodded. She certainly was. Claire was riding her hips towards me, rocking and meeting my every thrust. "Donna is amazing, you're a lucky man."

"Thanks," I managed to grunt, between hard thrusts. I wasn't far from cumming. For some reason, the fact my best friend was watching me fuck his wife was increasing my arousal.

"Too right, she's fucking awesome," I heard Tony say and glanced past Paul for a moment. To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement. Donna was sat on the settee, and Tony was standing in front her with his huge cock in her mouth. She was sucking it with some gusto, although she couldn't get more than half of it in. Then, as I continued to screw Claire, feeling my cock about to explode, the old guy lifted Donna off the settee, bending her over, so that she was kneeling up, facing away from him. Before I could even think about saying or doing anything, he shoved his cock roughly into her. 

I paused again to watch, though Claire kept moving beneath me, keeping my dick sliding in and out of her, as Tony grabbed my wife's hips and began to ram her full of his big cock from behind. Any question of if my petite little Donna could take a bigger cock was quashed as she began to whimper and moan in pure pleasure with every thrust.

I tried hard to concentrate on Claire, resuming our fuck, but I kept glancing over at Donna getting screwed so thoroughly just a few feet away. After just a couple of minutes, my wife came on her third cock of the night, moaning out as though she were in pain and then falling on to the settee as the orgasm wore off. Tony let her flop forward, but then rolled her over on to her back. Pulling her legs wide apart, he shoved his cock back in to her well-used cunt, and began to drill her again.

This was incredibly surreal, I was fucking my best friend's wife, while his older supervisor fucked mine. I divided my attentions between what I was doing and what she was doing, until Tony finally pulled out and sprayed a swathe of sticky white cum all over Donna's dark landing-strip of pubes. Her mound was completely coated in it, and that sent me over the edge. I looked into Claire's gorgeous eyes and she smiled as I filled her with my cum.

The orgasm was intense as I emptied my balls into her cunt. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense, and after what felt like an age, I finally took a deep breath, and allowed myself to sag on top of Claire. She kissed me for a moment, then told me she needed to go clean up, and I rolled from her.

The room was very quiet, apart from everyone catching their breath. As Claire left, Paul punched me playfully in the arm.

"What a night, eh?" he grinned in the half-darkness of the dim, silent room.

"Wow," was all I could manage, smiling back, but I was only really interested in Donna.

She was laid there, her bottom half covered in cum, staring at me. Was she angry? Regretful? I got up and crossed the room to her, and she took my hand as I sat next to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked and she asked me the same back.

"Are you?" 

"I am," I said, honestly. It all felt weird, but I couldn't deny enjoying it. I had never realised the sight of my wife being fucked in front of me would be such a turn on.

"So am I," she giggled, "That was really naughty, what we just did."

"Naughty, but fun?" I probed.

"Yes, fun," she confessed, "I need to get cleaned up too," she looked down at the cum tricking down her belly and covering her pussy.

"Okay," I said, and she kissed me full on the lips before leaving us to get clean.

The three of us remaining got dressed, and chatted briefly about what had gone on. Tony wanted to make sure I was okay with him doing what he'd done with Donna, and besides it being a bit too late to do anything about it now, I told him it was fine. I didn't tell them how much it had turned me on to see my wife behave like a complete slut - that was something I had yet to get my head around, and I would need to speak to Paul about it - and the conversation ended up just becoming the three of us slapping each other on the back and congratulating each other on our conquests.

The girls came back, and dressed as we watched. I was even starting to get a bit horny again as the realisation of what had happened sank in. Watching Claire's big tits bounce around as she tugged up her jeans and seeing how comfortable Donna was being naked in front of us three men was a huge thrill.

The two other guys left, both of them giving Donna a kiss on the lips as they did, and then Claire threw her arms around me before she followed them. 

"Thank you for a lovely night," she whispered in my ear, and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Then she turned to Donna, "Thank you for the use of your husband," she giggled and Donna laughed.

"And thanks to you for yours," she chuckled, "Come back again soon, and bring Tony again, yeah?"

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow as the front door closed, leaving us alone.

"What?" she said innocently.

"I can't believe we did that," I said.

"Neither can I," she shrugged and then smiled wickedly, "I never knew poker could be so much fun!"



The Poker Game Ch. 01



My husband and I had been swinging a little here and there over the last couple of years. It wasn’t the usual swapping or any of that, mostly me with other men while he watched and masturbated. He didn’t have any desire to be with another woman and I certainly didn’t want to see him with one so we kept our fun restricted to single men and the occasional couple that I would be with while he watched.

After a while, we were having trouble coming up with new things to try. It’s not like we had really done it all but our fantasies ran so much toward the voyeuristic variety that we were limited in what we could do.

We were lying in bed one night, our arms around each other, basking in the post-coital glow that all men and women enjoy, whether they admit it or not, we began to talk about what dirty little thing we would try next.

“We could try another woman again,” I said.

“I don’t think so, I love seeing you with a woman but we’ve done that several times and I kind of want something new.”

“Yes, but this time maybe you could get involved a little. You know, fuck me while I eat her, or maybe even get a blow job from both of us.”

Brian stroked my cheek and looked in my eyes, “No, you know that if we go that far that we would probably end up doing more and then we’d both be sorry. I don’t want that and neither do you. Besides, it’s more fun watching you.”

“What then? You’ve seen me do just about everything a man and woman can do.”

“I don’t know. Let me think about it. I’ll see what I can come up with.”

A couple of days passed and I had forgotten all about our conversation. We have those kinds of talks a lot and after a while, you just don’t dwell on them unless it actually leads to something. I had given it some thought a couple times but hadn’t come up with anything and Brian hadn’t said anything either so I simply forgot about it.

Then Brian came home from work one day, gave me a kiss and a hug, and said, “How naughty are you feeling today?”

“Hmmmm, pretty darn naughty I suppose. Why?”

“I’ve got an idea if you’re up for it. It’s pretty kinky though.”

“Oh, now you’ve got my interest. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, my poker game is tonight, right? And it’s my turn to host it. I was thinking about upping the stakes. I’m sure the guys will go for it.”

I just looked at him and shook my head. “Strip poker? Seriously, that’s the best you could come up with?”

He was grinning from ear to ear and said, “No, not strip poker, I was thinking more like fuck poker.”

“I’m starting to get the picture now but you better tell me exactly what you have in mind.”

“It’s simple,” he said, “Me and the guys play our usual game but the high hand will get more than the pot, he’ll also get to do something with you, depending on his hand.”

“You mean like a pair gets a hand job, two pair gets a blow job?”

“Yes, just like that. I was thinking maybe a straight or a flush would get to fuck you and four of kind or a full house could get some ass. We could work out the details before we start. What do you think?”

“I think you have too much time to think,” I laughed.

“Are you up for it or not? We only have a couple hours before the guys get here.”

I thought about it for a few moments. It certainly sounded like it would be fun and his poker buddies were mostly good looking guys. I had a feeling that I was going to be sorry but I nodded my head and said, “Ok, let’s do it.”

We spent the next couple of hours getting ready for the game. I helped get together some snacks and went to take a shower and find something sexy but simple to wear while Brian set up the table and chairs.

When I came down from my shower I was wearing a nice white cotton blouse that buttoned down the front and a short plaid skirt that I had found buried in my dresser. I was going to add some stockings and heels but I figured they might just get in the way. After all, I didn’t really need to impress these guys, they had seen me plenty of times and we had all flirted back and forth a bit. 

Brian looked at me when I came down and whistled, “Damn, baby, you’re perfect.”

“It gets better,” I told him, “I’m not wearing any panties or bra. I thought maybe they would slow things down.”

“Oh shit! You really are ready, aren’t you?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Have you figured out the details yet?”

“Yeah, here’s how I think it should work…,” and he proceeded to tell me how the hands and sexual acts would go.

It all came down to this…

A pair got a hand job.

Two pair and three of a kind got a blowjob.

A straight and a flush got to fuck my pussy.

Four of a kind and a full house got to fuck my ass.

A straight flush or a royal flush got to do whatever he wanted.

If a person won by all the others folding then he got a blowjob. That way no one could bluff their way into some anal or whatever they might want.

If a winning hand was nothing more than a high card then the winner got to eat my pussy.

We also had our usual rule about how either of us could back out at any time if we wanted to but since we had never done that in any of our previous escapades, it was doubtful that it would happen this time.

There were four other men in the poker group and they began to arrive around 7pm. Josh and Rick were the first to get there and when they saw me, they were mildly surprised. I usually don’t stick around for these things, instead I like to go shopping or to a friends house. 

Soon after, Sam and Devon got there. Devon was the only black man in the group and I was glad he had showed up because I had always had a secret desire to have fun with him. I had never been with a black man before and Devon was a nice guy who also just happened to be very good looking. I hadn’t told Brian about my desires because, even though we were very open about those things, I didn’t want to cause any friction in their friendship.

I said hello to all the men and they were all very polite and asked me if I was sticking around for the game. I told them I was going to be here but wasn’t going to play cards.

“I’ll probably have some influence on the game, though,” I said.

All the guys just shrugged this off, probably thinking I was just being a typical women, trying to insert herself into her husbands male-bonding.

After everyone got settled down and ready to play Brian told them he had a fun idea for the night.

“The reason Kelly is here tonight is because we thought we could make this game night a little more interesting. All you guys are single so I didn’t think you’d have a problem with this. As long as you all agree, we thought that you might like to play cards, not only for money, but for Kelly too.”

Rick was the first to say something, “What do you mean? You don’t mean to actually use her for money do you?”

“No,” Brian said, and he then explained to the group what we had in mind and the rules of the game.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Shit, I’m all for it,” Josh said, a huge smile on his face.

“Sounds pretty good to me,” Devon said while looking right at me.

Rick and Sam both just nodded and smiled. 

“Ok, let’s play cards then!” Brian exclaimed and they all sat down and got their money sorted and started dealing.

Since it was our house Brian was the dealer first and called a simple game of five card draw, threes wild. He dealt out the cards and the men began to bet. I circled the table, looking at all their hands. At first, they tried to hide them from me, probably thinking I was going to help Brian cheat but I put their fears to rest.

“Don’t worry guys. I’m just looking. It doesn’t matter to me who wins. I’m just curious who’s going to be first.”

They must have trusted me because they started giving me better views and even asking me what I thought of their hands.

Right after the deal, Sam had the best hand of a pair of jacks. Devon had the second best with a pair of sevens. The other three guys really didn’t have much. They all made their bets and started asking for new cards. Once the cards were dealt Sam was left with just the pair and Brian ended up with a pair of twos but Devon came up with three sevens. Rick and Josh folded and the remaining three men did their betting and finally called each other’s hands. 

I was trying so hard not to stare at Devon. I knew he had won but I didn’t want to give it away because not only was I involved but there was money in it too and it wouldn’t be fair to let on who was winning.

They each laid down their cards and Devon set his down last and got the biggest grin on his face that I had ever seen.

“Looks like I’m the winner,” he said as he raked in the pot. He then looked at me and said, “So, do I get my blowjob here or do we go in the bedroom?”

“Right here is just fine,” I said. I walked over to him and he turned his chair so it was facing me. I got down on my knees in front of him and reached up to the snap on his jeans. “You know, I’ve never done anything with a black guy before.”

“Don’t worry; I’m sure you can handle it. Brian has told us you know how to take care of a guy.”

I undid his jeans, pulled them down around his knees, pulled down his underwear, and looked at his very nice black cock. It was semi-hard and although it wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen it certainly wasn’t small. All the men around the table were staring at me and I was a little nervous because even though I’ve had Brian watch me before I’ve never had a whole group watching.

I figured it was going to be a long night if I didn’t start soon though and I took Devon’s dick in my hand and gave him a couple nice long strokes to get him ready. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, and took the head of member between my lips. I sucked on the head and flicked it with my tongue before going down and taking more of it in. He became hard almost instantly and it was soon impossible for me to get his whole length in my mouth. 

I began to bob up and down on his shaft and I used my hands to stroke his cock and massage his balls, trying to get him off as soon as I could, not because I wasn’t enjoying myself but because I didn’t want to be worn out before getting to all the other guys. I knew I was going to be pretty tired before this night was over and didn’t want it to be any worse than it had to be.

I don’t know what I expected from a black man but it really wasn’t any different than a white man. His cock tasted and felt the same but there was something about him being black that made it fun. Maybe it was the taboo of interracial sex or maybe it was because he was the only one in the group. Either way, it was fun and I was soon wet between my legs.

I had only been sucking him for a few minutes when I felt him tense up and his cock swelled in my mouth. I hadn’t intended to swallow, I usually don’t for anyone other than Brian but I hadn’t been paying attention, my mind on being watched and the fact that I was with my first black man, and his load caught me a bit by surprise.

He jerked once and I felt his warm semen shoot into my mouth, the salty liquid covering my tongue and going down my throat. I stopped bobbing on his cock and just held it in my mouth and let the cum shoot into me. It was a good-sized load and it took a few seconds before he was completely done. A little, of it dripped out onto my chin and when he was done, I took his cock out, used my finger to wipe it up, and made a show of me sucking it off my hand.

All the men sat in stunned silence for a few seconds and then erupted in applause. I had apparently impressed them. I stood up and made sure there wasn’t any more semen on my face and then Devon stood up and pulled his pants back on. He gave me a little wink and then sat back down and said, “Ok, let’s play some more cards.”

The other men agreed, obviously looking forward to their own time with me, and they got back to their game.

Since Devon had won the last hand, he got to deal and called Texas-Hold-Em with nothing wild. It’s been a popular poker game recently because of tournaments on TV and such and all the guys knew it well.

At first, it was looking like the winner was simply going to be whoever held the high card because not one of the guys had a pair or possible straight. Then as Devon laid down the last card, I saw that Rick had finally gotten a pair of fours. The men all showed their cards and, sure enough, Rick was the winner.

“It’s a small pot,” he said, “but at least I get a hand job out of the deal.”

“I know the best way to do this,” I told him and pulled up a chair next to him.

I sat down, reached over, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. I had seen him naked once when he had taken a shower at our place because he and Brian were in a rush to get somewhere and I had inadvertently walked in on him. I thought he had a nice dick then and this only confirmed it. He was about the same size as Brian, a good six inches, and by the time, I got his cock out of his pants he was rock hard. I started to stroke him as we sat there and I told the guys to go ahead and keep playing cards, hand jobs can sometimes take a while.

Rick called five card draw, sevens wild and began to deal as I massaged his dick. I wasn’t able to see the other hands during this game and I was getting a little anxious about who the winner would be and what they would have. I got especially worried when Devon only asked for one card and was beginning to make some pretty large bets.

After Devon bet fifty dollars, Josh and Sam both folded and I could see Ricks hand and knew he didn’t have much. He laid down his cards and said, “I fo….fuck!” I suddenly felt his cock jerk in my hand and his whole body tensed and I felt his hot juice shoot out onto my hand. I kept stroking him until he was finished and Brian went and got us both a couple of towels to clean up.

“Damn, Rick, never seen anybody react like that to a bad hand before,” Josh said and all the men laughed. 

After we got ourselves cleaned up, the remaining two men went back to their hands. I got up and walked around the table to see what Brian and Devon were holding.

Brian three kings and I thought maybe that I would get to suck my husband in front of everyone. Then I saw Devon’s cards and knew what I would end up doing. I told the guys I would be right back and I went in the bedroom and grabbed what I would need and went back to the table. 

Brian and Devon had placed their last bets and were just then laying their cards on the table. I could tell that Brian had thought for sure that he had won because of the huge look of disappointment he got when he saw Devon’s cards. I’m sure it was as much because the pot was over two hundred dollars as it was because he thought he was going to get a blow job.

Devon raked in his winnings and looked at me, “So, you wanna sit on my lap, or should we get on the floor or what?”

“Come here and I’ll show you,” I told him and showed him the bottle of lube I had gotten from the bedroom.

I grabbed his hand, led him over to the couch, and handed him the lube. “I’m sure you know what to do with this,” I said and I bent over the arm of the couch and lifted my skirt. I was feeling slutty and somewhat cheap for the casual way I was doing things but I thought it was the best way to go about it. I had never just bent over and let a man fuck my ass before but I have to admit it did hold a certain appeal.

I looked over and saw the men gawking at us and I could see Josh and Brian rubbing their crotches. Rick wasn’t rubbing his but he had just cum a few minutes ago so I could understand that. I was actually surprised that Devon was so ready to go since he had just gotten a blowjob but I certainly wasn’t going to complain.

Devon was stroking his cock with lube, doing double duty by getting it hard and getting it slippery at the same time. He put some of the jelly on his fingers, spread my cheeks, and slipped a digit inside me. I squirmed a little and relaxed as he pushed his finger in and out of my asshole. I’ve always enjoyed having my bottom finger fucked and this was no exception.

He slipped a second finger in to loosen me up a bit and then I felt the head of his cock push against my tight hole. He must have had some experience with anal sex because he held still and let me back up on him. I pushed my ass back towards him and felt the head slip past the tight ring of my rectum. After the pleasure/pain of his initial entry, it was easier going and I was able to back all the way up and take his entire length into my bottom.

Devon grabbed a hold of my hips and started to stroke his nice black cock in and out of my ass. I loved the feeling of him inside me and the sight of my husband and his friends watching me being fucked in the ass by this handsome black man.

I began to push myself backwards to meet Devon’s thrusts and we soon had a nice rhythm going, his dick going a little deeper with each stroke. It wasn’t long before he was moving faster and I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust. 

I felt myself getting wetter and with each forward push, I felt a small spasm of pleasure go through me. I knew I was getting ready to cum and wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It was one thing to have sex in front of these guy but having an orgasm seemed to be a more private function. I couldn’t help myself though and I was soon cumming with an intensity that I only feel with anal sex. I hadn’t even touched my clit yet and I was cumming as if I had been playing with it all day.

Devon thrusted harder and harder and I started moaning and crying out for him to fuck my ass. He never said a word, just pushed and thrusted and finally grabbed my hips and pushed himself the deepest yet. I felt his load unleash into my bowels and he groaned and gave one last thrust.

He held himself inside me for a moment then slowly withdrew his penis. I could feel the semen starting to leak out of my asshole and quickly stood up before the others could see. My hair was disheveled and my face was coated with a fine sheen of sweat.


Devon pulled his pants up and said, “Damn, thanks girl, that was hot!”

I was still panting a little and told him, “No…problem…my pleasure.”

He went back to the table and sat down while I straightened my skirt and tried to fix my hair. The other guys were still looking at me and Josh said, “That had to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I really have to win a hand sometime tonight.”

“Not likely, the way you’re playing so far,” Brian told him.

Now, as any woman who has anal sex knows when your done, nature will soon be calling and it was beginning to call my name, so I excused myself, told the guys to continue without me for a few minutes, and went in the bathroom.

Once I was in there I took care of business and decided that it would be best to have a quick shower so I undressed and jumped in. I cleaned myself from head to toe, dried off, did my hair and makeup, and was back to the game before they were done with their second hand of non-sexual poker.

I walked around, joked with the men, and waited until they were done with the current hand. Sam was winning this one as when I got around to him he asked, “So, does this game count for fun?”

“Sure,” I told him. “Can’t let you guys go too long without any, you might lose interest.”

“Not much chance of that,” Rick said.

“That’s good,” Sam said as he laid down his cards and showed a straight, “Because I’m about to get me some of that very fine pussy.”

“Mmmm, just what I was hoping for. I know I need a break from the anal for a few minutes, Devon wasn’t easy on me.”

I instructed Sam to stay in his chair and I helped him off with his pants and stroked his cock until it was hard, which didn’t take long. He had the smallest cock of the group so far (I hadn’t seen Josh’s yet) but it was still a nice one and I looked forward to having it in my pussy.




The Poker Game Ch. 01



I stood with my back to him, straddled his legs, lifted my skirt, and lowered myself down onto his prick. Even after cleaning up in the bathroom, my pussy was still soaking wet and he easily slid inside me.

He moaned when he first went in and it wasn’t long before I was moaning right along with him. I think I was getting over the embarrassment of having an orgasm in front of the guys because I was already starting to cum and I didn’t care if they saw it or not, I just wanted to get off. Sam may not have had the biggest cock but he knew how to fuck, he pushed, wiggled, and rammed and anything else he could think of, obviously trying to get me off as much as possible.

I must have cum four or five times, riding up and down on his dick like that. I couldn’t believe how good it was. I was so into myself that I didn’t even notice him cumming and by the time I came down from my orgasmic high I was finished and simply waiting for me to calm down.

All the men were staring at me and Brian just smiled and said, “I take it you liked that.”

“Uh, well, ummm…”

“Don’t worry, baby, of course you liked it. That’s why were doing this. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna get pissed, how could you not enjoy things tonight?”

“You got that right,” I said and excused myself again so I could clean myself up a little.

This time the men waited for me before starting another game and when I came out Sam was calling a game of seven-card stud. He dealt the cards, they bet, and things went around the table. As usual, I went around seeing what each of them had and I’ll be damned of Josh didn’t finally have what looked like a winning hand. 

He had the makings of a straight and after a second glance; I saw that it was really a possible straight flush. I was immediately interested in this because Josh was one of the guys I knew the least and I had no idea what he might ask for if he won with a straight flush.

It wasn’t long before all the bets were made and all the cards were on the table and, sure enough, Josh won with the straight flush. I stood behind him, leaned over, and half-whispered in his ear, “So, what would you like?”

“Well,” he told me while he looked around at the other guys, “I was thinking. It would seem kind of selfish to keep something like this to myself. I mean, it’s not everyday a guy gets to pick whatever nasty thing he wants to do to a beautiful woman. And I’m sitting here with my friends who only got to do whatever their hand allowed. Seems to me that the best thing to do would be to have you take us all on at once, if you’re up for it, that is.”

It took a second for what he said to register and once it did I just smiled and looked at Brian. “Honey, am I up for it?”

“That’s up to you,” he said, “I know I’m up for it.”

“Well,” I said, “What are we waiting for? Get your asses away from that silly game and let’s have a real party!”

to be continued….



The Poker Game Ch. 02



Authors note:

This is a continuation of the previous story I had written. It’s not very long but I thought it necessary to conclude the story. Of course, there is always room for a sequel if reader response is good. Thank you.

The men all got up from their chairs and came over to me. At first, they were hesitant; I think they were unsure of how to start or how far they could go. Brian broke the ice and told me to get on my knees. I got down and faced him, having an idea of what he had in mind but not completely sure.

He pulled down his pants and said to his friends, “Come on, get around her” and then to me he said, “You think you can handle all this?”

I looked up at him, my eyes wide with the thought of what I was about to do, “Yes,” I told him, “I can handle you all.”

The men got around me in a small circle and they all dropped their pants. Five cocks surrounding me, beckoning me, I couldn’t believe it. I took Brian in my mouth and started to suck him, feeling him grow between my lips. I then reached up, took a cock in each hand, and stroked them while I sucked my husband.

The two men I wasn’t touching yet were stroking themselves, watching me give head and handjobs. I didn’t want them to feel left out so I switched and stroked them for a while, Brian’s hard dick still in my mouth.

I took my husband’s cock out and began to suck Josh, taking as much of him down my throat as I could. My hands were everywhere, trying to take care of all the men as best I could. I stopped sucking Josh and went to Devon, his black cock practically begging me to suck it. 

The other men seemed to love the sight of me with a big black cock in my mouth because they all started stroking and responding to my hands more than before. I bobbed up and down on Devon, making him moan and grab the back of my head. I didn’t want anyone to cum yet so I switched again, taking Rick this time, forcing my mouth down on him to take him all the way to his balls. 

The other men were impressed. “Damn, girl, take that cock,” Sam said, admiring my ability to deep throat Rick. I had never really been able to deep throat that well before but I wanted to make the most of this situation and forced myself to do more than I normally could.

I stopped and went to Sam, loving the thought of this being the fifth cock I had had in my mouth in the last couple of minutes. I was thinking to myself that I was being a serious whore by taking on all these men but instead of stopping me, all that did was turn me on more. My pussy was as wet as it’s ever been and I couldn’t wait to get it filled by all these men.

I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at the men, their eyes on me, waiting for me to speak, knowing I was going to tell them what I wanted. Instead of speaking, though, I dropped down into the doggy position. I figured the guys would know what I wanted and I wasn’t disappointed. 

Devon got behind me and rammed his cock into me so hard I grunted and winced, his dick going deep inside me. Sam came around, got in front of me, and put his cock in my face. I took it in my mouth and sucked him, letting Devon’s thrusts push me back and forth on Sam’s cock.

Rick and Josh got on either side of me and had me stroke them while Brian simply watched, stroking his cock slowly, a huge smile on his face. I knew he was enjoying this. Maybe not as much as I was but he was liking it nonetheless.

Rick told Devon to move and let someone else get a piece. Devon went over to my side and Rick got behind me, thrusting inside me without any warning. He apparently didn’t like to go slow because he began to pound my pussy fast and furious, making me moan with Sam’s cock still in my mouth.

Josh, not wanting to be left out, said, “Fuck this shit, let’s get serious,” and he told Rick and Sam to move away for a minute. He lay on his back on the floor and told me to get on top of him. I knew exactly what he hand in mind and couldn’t wait!

I positioned myself over Josh’s cock and lowered myself down onto his member. I then leaned forward so that my ass was sticking out, inviting whoever wanted to take it. It turned out that Sam wanted some and he got behind me and grabbed the lube that I had gotten out earlier. I felt his fingers in my asshole, greasing me up, and getting me stretched. 

I felt the head of Sam’s cock push against the entrance to my backdoor and he carefully started to slide it in. I relaxed my muscles to allow him into me easier and felt his dick easily work it’s way deep into my ass. I had done double penetration before and have always loved it and this was no exception. Being filled with cock is such an intense feeling; it makes me cum almost right away.

The two men began to move in and out, back and forth, timing their strokes as best they could so that each of them got the most pleasure. I couldn’t hold back anymore and was wracked with an incredible orgasm. “Oh yes!” I screamed, “Fuck my holes! Fill me up! Ohhhhhhhh!”

Rick apparently didn’t think I was getting enough because as soon as I was done cumming he got in front of me and put his cock in my mouth. His balls were hanging just above Josh’s face but neither of them seemed to mind, they were both more concerned with fucking me.

I was in a sexual frenzy, having my ass, pussy, and mouth filled with cock. I had never gone this far before and it was driving me crazy, my body shaking with every orgasm. I had tried to hold back but it was too much and I came over and over again.

The three men pulled out of me and I thought they had cum but all they were doing was giving the other guys a chance. Brian got underneath me and entered my pussy while Devon got behind to take my ass for a second time that night. Josh got in front of me and I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth as I felt Devon inch his hardness into my ass and Brian pumping from below.

Brian told Devon, “I want some of that ass now, I haven’t had any in a while,” and they switched while I continued to suck Josh. Devon moved below me and I took his black dick into me, relishing the feel of his big member going deep into my completely soaked pussy.

My ass was beginning to get sore and when I felt Brian pushing his cock into me I knew I was going to have trouble taking it. The most times I’d ever had anal sex in one night before this was twice and it was becoming a little much. I was going to tell him to stop but decided to take it as best I could. I didn’t want all this pleasure to end and wasn’t about to let a little pain get in the way.

Brian slowly pushed himself into my asshole and didn’t stop until he was buried all the way in me. It hurt like hell at first but I relaxed and let my body adjust to it, slowly starting to move my hips back to meet him and also down on top of Devon. Josh was fucking my mouth as if it was my pussy, grabbing the back of my head and pumping his cock into me. It was amazing and wasn’t long before I was cumming again.

The men who weren’t fucking me were standing there, watching and stroking themselves. I could tell they were enjoying the show almost as much as they enjoyed the real thing.

Brian suddenly stopped and pulled out of me. “Let’s turn her over,” he said.

Devon lifted me off of him and Josh pulled out of my mouth. They turned me over on my back and Brian motioned for all the men to get around me. “Do you want our cum, baby?” he asked me.

“Oh, yes!” I cried, “I want it so bad! Cum on me, cover me please!” I couldn’t help myself, the thought of all those men cumming on me was so hot and I wanted it so bad. I’ve always enjoyed it when a man cums on me but to have five of them do it sounded so hot. 

The men stood around me in a semi-circle and stroked themselves. I played with my pussy while I watched them, enjoying my own little show. 

Devon was the first to cum and I thought to myself that it was the third time that night he has had an orgasm. I’ve just got to get him to myself for a night, I thought. As soon as I saw him start, I opened my mouth to take his load but he was careful to only let me have a small taste, aiming it over my forehead and cheeks. I caught as much of the warm salty fluid as I could, licking it up as it hit my lips and loving the feel of it falling on my face. 

Brian and Josh came almost simultaneously and I felt both of their loads hit me at once, covering my nose, chin, lips and cheeks. They tried to avoid my eyes but some got on them anyway. I didn’t care, I just wanted the hot semen on me. It felt so good to have them shoot on me like that.

Rick and Sam were the last two kneeling over me and Rick came first, his load shooting across my face and down onto my chest. I had a sudden, spontaneous orgasm, the feeling of all that hot cum hitting me was too much and I shook with pleasure as Sam’s load hit me, squirting around my mouth. 

I lay there, covered in cum and sweat, looking up at the men. They looked down at me and were all smiling. I decided to give them one last show and began to lick their cum off my face, my tongue going around my lips and gathering it up. I used my fingers to wipe up around my forehead and cheeks and greedily sucked on them, savoring the sweet and salty taste. 

I finally got up and excused myself, going in the bathroom to clean my face and try to gather myself. I had never done anything like that before and my head was filled with thoughts. What I had just done was so bad but I felt so good. 

I cleaned myself off, got some new clothes on, and went back out into the living room. The men had all gotten dressed and were sitting back at the table, dealing out a new hand.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to take any more fucking that night and hoped that they were only playing for money this time. 

“So, what are you guys playing for?” I asked tentatively.

“Just money this time babe, we know you must be tired,” Brian told me.

I sighed, “It probably isn’t as much fun now, is it?”

“Oh, we’re still having fun. Just because we’re not playing to fuck you TONIGHT doesn’t mean we’re not going to play to fuck you. I was thinking that maybe the overall winner gets to have you for a night. What do you think?”

I looked around the table and wondered who the big winner might be. A night of just me and one of these guys. Hmmm, I wonder what kind of hand Devon has…

The End



The Poker Game Ch. 02



Three weeks later Tom announced to his wife Lori that he was hosting another poker game at the house. The same guys would be coming over for the game as before, Tom was excited about hosting the game again. Lori on the other hand was apprehensive; while Tom was at work she got a call from Hal. 

Hal instructed her on how to dress for the game and that she was to wait on the guys during the entire game. Lori called her mother to see if she could watch the kids, she did not want them in the house in case anything would happen. She felt shameful as she felt twinges of excitement when she thought of Brian's large cock.

Around seven o clock the guys began to arrive for the game, they gathered in the family room where Tom had set up the table for the game. After a few minutes Lori came into the room with a tray of snacks, the guys all whistled when she came in. Tom just figured they were busting on him for having a good looking wife until he turned and saw the outfit she had on.

Lori had on a short black leather skirt and a tight red sweater that had three gold buttons in the front, the sweater showed a great deal of Lori's cleavage. Usually she reserved outfits like this one for when she and Tom went out. Tom was surprised to see her dressed up like this in front of his co-workers.

"Wow honey you look nice tonight." Tom said.

"Yeah Lori you look great." Hal added.

Lori left to go get the mini subs she made earlier and the macaroni salad that she bought from the deli. She had everything set up now on a coffee table and she stood by it waiting for one of the guys to want something.

Sure enough the guys started asking for various items or for another cold beer from the mini fridge. Without drawing notice each one of the guys did they're best to rub Lori's legs as she served them. When Tom had to get up and go to the bathroom one guy would stand as a lookout while one of them would feel Lori up. She just stood limply as the guys mauled her tits and roughly rubbed her pussy.

It was Brian who pulled some pills out of his pocket while Tom was gone and put them in his beer. They were sleeping pills that would put Tom to sleep so they could have some fun with his wife while he was passed out.

Sure enough after another hour of playing and the combination the pills with beer made Tom very drowsy. He suggested they call it a night, much to Lori's surprise Steve, Rick and Bill agreed saying they're wives wanted them home early tonight.

"Lori mentioned while you were in the bathroom that she wanted to learn how to play. You don't mind I teach her and the kid how to play for a little while?" asked Hal.

"No I don't mind, I would play more but I'm just really beat tonight." He explained. "Have fun honey."

Tom gave his wife a kiss on the lips and a small hug as he staggered out of the family room. The three listened as he went upstairs to the bedroom and they heard the door close, Lori stood nervously by the card table wondering what Hal had in mind. 

"Lori I'm a fair man so I will make a deal with you." He said shuffling the cards. "We will play a game of strip poker, if you win I will give you back the tape and we will never bother you again."

"And if you win?" she asked.

"If I win you host a poker game once a month which will result in either all of us, some of us or just me fucking you at the end of it." He dealt the cards.

Lori sat down in the empty where he dealt the cards too; she picked up the hole cards which were a queen of hearts and a ten of spades. Hal spread three cards in the middle of the table, they were a four of clubs, five of diamonds and the ten of hearts. The next card was the jack of clubs and the river card was a five of hearts.

"What do you have?" he asked. "Wow a pair of tens, sorry hon I have three fives."

Lori's heart sank when she saw his five of spades in his hand, while she took off her panty hose Hal dealt the next hand. This time Lori had reason to smile, she had a pair of king in her hand this time. Hal laid out the flop which was the six of hearts, nine of hearts and the jack of hearts, and then the turn card was a king followed by a nine of diamonds. Lori slid her panties off without standing up from the table, much to chagrin of Hal and Brian. The next hand was lucky for Lori this time as she won with a full house, Hal the portly supervisor had to take off his shirt. Unfortunately for Lori she would not win again, the next hand made her lose her shirt, the next saw her lose her bra and the last one made her lose her skirt.

"Well it looks like we are all winners here." Hal said.

"How is that?" she said fighting back a sob.

"Well we get to have a poker game here every month and you get fucked by us every month." He explained.

Brian got up from his chair and walked over to the now naked Lori, he led her to the small sofa that was in the family room. He laid her down on her back and began to lick her pussy getting her nice and wet. Lori tried to remain distant even though she enjoyed the young man lapping her pussy. She watched as Hal stood and undressed from across the room, the man was balding, overweight and hairy. When he pulled down his boxers she had to gasp when she saw a huge cock that hung there.

"Got my Viagra" he said.

He positioned himself in front of Lori's face waving his big thick cock in front of her. She did not touch it or even made and attempt to put it in her mouth like he wanted her to do. So Hal grabbed a handful of hair and forcibly shoved his cock into her mouth, as he raped her mouth Brian started to slide his cock into her pussy.

Now she had two big cocks raping her in her own home while her husband was upstairs sleeping. Hal made her gag as his thick, long meaty cock assaulted her mouth while he jerked her head back en forth on his cock. Brian had one leg arched up high while the other sat on the sofa still, the young man was able to easily get the full length of his large cock into her pussy.

The young man lost total control as he fucked her tight cunt and he shot a load of cum into her unprotected womb. Hal pulled Lori's head off his cock and the young man was now up there forcing her to clean her juices off of his cock.

"Roll the fuck over." Hal ordered.

She rolled over onto all fours while she continued to clean the cock of the young stud Brian. Hal was behind Lori now and he was just kneeling on the sofa stroking his cock admiring her ass.

"Kid stop that shit and go over there." He ordered. "In the front pocket is a tube of ky jelly bringing it here?"

"You're not going to do what I think you're going to do." She said looking back at the vile man.

Hal greased up his cock and used his fingers to grease her asshole; she shuddered at the intrusion of his fat finger. The man then slid the head of his large cock into her virgin asshole; Lori clenched her teeth and moaned in pain at the insertion. Slowly he slid in another inch of cock in the young wife's ass, then another and then another. 

Once he got most of it worked he in he began to fuck the woman's ass faster and harder. Brian commenced to pulling on her nipples, the young man grabbed her tits roughly, bit and pulled on her nipples. Hal was really enjoying violating the woman's ass right in her own home while her husband was upstairs asleep.

"OH GOD STOP FUCKING ME STOP FUCKING ME IT HURTS IT HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH." She was yelling due to the pain her virgin ass had felt.

Tom thought he heard his wife yelling so he groggily and made his way down stairs, he stopped by the family room door to listen. He could he what sounded like sex and again she heard his wife start yelling again.

"PLEASE HAL STOP FUCKING MY ASS; PLEASE STOP RAPING MY ASS, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOPS HURTING ME." She yelled over and over.

Rape was all he needed to hear as Tom rushed to his gun cabinet and got out his Glock 33, .357 caliber pistols he bought for home protection. He rushed back into the family room where Brian and Hal were violating his wife. The two men were shocked to see Tom standing there brandishing a fire arm, he leveled the gun and pointed it at Brian.

The young man was shot square in the chest by the angry husband; Hal pulled his cock out of his wife's ass waving his hands.

"Don't shoot Tom, don't shoot." He begged.

Tom did not listen he was angry and furious that two men he trusted as friends and coworkers were raping his wife in his own home. He pulled the trigger and shot the man in the chest, he was killed the man instantly. Tom went over to the phone and called 911 and Lori could hear the young Brian still breathing.

"Where is the tape." She whispered to the dying young man.

"There was no tape." He rasped. "The camera was emmppp...."

The young man died as well as her husband came over to his wife to see if she was alright. He held her tightly in his arms while she sobbed into his shoulder, she could hear the distant sound of sirens coming. Tom went to answer the door when the cops arrived while Lori went to the bathroom for her robe. 

The ambulance took her to the hospital for a rape examination while the cops questioned Tom. They told him to get a lawyer because the district attorney may want to bring him up on charges. It did not matter because now his wife was safe from the nightmare the vile Hal had put her through. 



The Poker Game Pt. 01



© 2011 / 2012

Author's Notes: 

This is a work of Fiction. Fiction [Noun] - 1) The class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2) Something feigned, invented, or imagined. ie: A made-up story. 

Other than myself, none of the characters, events, dialog, or mannerisms which appear in this story are intended to portray actual persons or events... Any resemblance to real persons is purely unintentional.

If you do not know how to play Texas Hold-Em, you can learn for free online at any number of sites... however I will not be teaching the game here. It will help you to know at least the basics of the game when reading this story.

Special Thanks go to 'ShadoeMedic' who proofed, edited, helped with the hospital 'stuff', and generally put up with all my BullSh!t. (That alone is worthy of a golden statue)

Finally, This story deals with topics such as; Bondage, Dominance, Submission & Group Sex... so if these are not things you wish to read about, then perhaps this story is not for you.

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I.] Introduction. - The Players

I'm Sharky, we are playing Texas Hold-Em at Matt's house. I am dealing, and Matt, siting to my immediate left is in the Small-Blind, Jake is sitting next to Matt in the Big Blind followed around the table by Chuck, Dave, Eddie and back around to You (the reader) sitting to my right. You are a newcomer to the group, having been invited by Chuck.

I have known Matt, Jake & Eddie, since we were teenagers. Chuck and Dave work with Matt at the Chevy Dealership owned by Matt's father. It is your first time playing our little game, and incidentally, makes the table just a little more crowded than we are used to.

Jake and I started playing poker together in college when we both wound up living in the same dorm at State our freshman year. Although we weren't roommates that year, it was nice having a friend from home in a University of about 35,000 students. During our summer & winter breaks, Matt's dad let us work as interns in the dealership, which basically meant we did inventory and the other jobs nobody wanted to do. We would get together after work to drink beer and play cards (we were originally only 4, with Eddie filling out the group). While we were away in school, Chuck and Dave played with Matt and Eddie, who was working at the dealership back as well, but has since moved on.

After graduation, we fell into the routine of a rotating poker game every Monday Night during the NFL season. It wasn't by design, it just kinda worked out that way... even with our various lives, wives, girlfriends, and responsibilities, we could always get away for a few hours to "watch the game with the guys". The game rotated from house to house, or more like apartment to apartment back then, so that nobody had to listen to their girl bitch about the guys coming over more than a few times each year. Whoever was hosting each week was expected to provide food and beer, and whoever showed up for the game threw in some extra to the host to cover expenses. 

Because I had majored in Finance, and worked as a Commercial Loan Officer... but mostly because I had a nice set of casino chips, I always played the 'Banker' no matter who was hosting the game. When there was a full game (all 6 of the regulars), the 5 'guests' would buy in for $110. That was $100 in chips + $10 to the 'host' (aka "house'). That meant that our host for the evening bought in for only $50, yet received a full stack of chips. At the end of the night I would 'buy back' all the chips that were still out there, and whatever cash I had left amounted to my 'winnings' for the night. 

Historically, I have done ok at the games, usually coming out at least even, if not ahead, sometimes even winning big... but tonight has definitely not been my night. It's not like I haven't gotten decent cards either. I was constantly getting dealt pairs, paint, or suited Aces, keeping me in more hands than I would usually play. It just seemed like almost every flop brought either 2-pair, a Straight or Flush draw (even a few Straight-Flush draws), and I even flopped 3 of a Kind a couple of times. Obviously I couldn't fold when I was looking at 4 cards to an open-ended Straight-Flush, or 3 Ladies with an Ace kicker... Right?

Wrong! The open-ended straight-flush, hit a straight 7-Jack, and lost to a better straight, Queen high. Ace-Queen actually hit a Full-House Queens over Aces, then promptly lost to Aces full of Queens. And so it went, all night long, along with all my chips. 3 Tens lost to 3 Jacks, 2 pair Queens & Nines lost to Kings & Nines, no matter what I held someone had better. 

By the time the Two-Minute Warning rolled around, the Patriots were beating the Jets 35-14, and I was down to my last $15.00 in chips. By tradition, the Two-Minute Warning signals the last hand of the game, and so here we are, it's my deal.

Matt in the Small-Blind ($1.00), Jake in the Big-Blind ($2.00), Chuck folds from under the gun, Dave calls, as does Eddie, you fold and then it's back to me. I look down at my pocket Aces, and figure I'm either finally gunna win one, or go down in flames. So I raise it to $5.00. Matt folds. Jake & Dave both call, and Eddie folds. The pot is almost $20 before the flop, which brings the Ace & Queen of Clubs, and 10 of Diamonds. I have a Set of Aces (3 of a kind - with a hidden pocket pair), and even better I am in the best position to take advantage of the situation.

Jake opens for $5.00, Dave calls, leaving me to wonder... there a possible Straight on the board, as well as a Club Flush Draw, still I'm pretty sure my 3 Aces are the best hand, so I raise my last $10.00 all-in. Both Jake and Dave call, bringing the pot up to over $50.00. The Turn brings a 3 of hearts, and it obviously doesn't help either of them, as both check. The River is the 10 of Clubs giving me a Full House Aces over 10s, and I'm in good shape to win at least some of my money back. Jake has been having a pretty good night, and looks at Dave, he takes almost a minute before saying "Looks like you have about $25 bucks left buddy & it's just you & me... care to go all-in?" We usually had a $5.00 raise limit, but there's a history of looseness with that rule, especially towards the end of the night. 

Dave didn't even think about it before saying "OK, you're on!" and he shoved his stack off to the side of the main pot. Now technically Jake had not actually made a 'legal' bet, he had only asked a question... so Dave was actually betting out of turn. As I had not yet missed a bet, since both of the others had checked on the turn, and since we were obviously getting sloppy with the rules, I decided to 'call' the side bet. "As the banker, I want in on that and I will cover all bets." I announced, as I took chips from the box to match Dave's stack. 

I was sure that I was up against a Straight and a Flush, or maybe Flush vs Flush, but either way my Full House was pretty safe. There was the outside possibility of a Royal Flush in play, but I dismissed that out of hand as almost absurd... and thought I could actually make a profit on the night with a win. 

Jake actually had to think about this 'predicament' (or thats what he wanted us to think) I'm sure he was expecting me to stand with my "All-In"... or that's what he wanted us to think anyway. After a momentary pause, he said "All right then, let's play." He made a third stack, equal to ours, and shoved it into the pot. He was the only one who was still had chips left left, and would probably come close to breaking even. 'Even when he lost this hand', I thought to myself confident in my cards. 

Dave turned over K-9 of Clubs for the best possible Club Flush (A,K,Q,10,9), but made me even more confident in my Full House, because a Straight-Flush was no longer a concern. I smiled as I turned over my 'Winning Hand' and looked at Jake. That's when I knew I was beat, even before he turned over his Pocket 10's... Incredible??? He held the only hand that could possibly beat me, with four 10's.

I bought back whatever chips Matt, Chuck, Eddie & you are holding first from the money I collected at the beginning of the night... Dave of course has none left, but that still left me reaching for my wallet to cover the big-winner. "It looks like bag-lunches for me this week." I said to nobody in particular. 

Matt, our host for the evening replied "Well Shark, it's your turn to host next week, so you'll get a chance to win it back... besides you have nobody to blame but yourself, you should have just left it at 'all-in' you didn't have to call the side bet." 

Following my usual course, I'd stopped drinking at halftime. I did this for 2 reasons, first because I didn't want to drive home drunk and secondly, because I found that the others tended to loosen up as the game went on and the beers flowed down. Being the 'Designated Driver' for all the games except the ones at my place, tended to have a positive profit potential for me over time. 

Driving everyone home that night, I ended up dropping Jake off last, his place was closest to mine anyway. We had been friends since High School, and I knew he was only kidding when he asked me if I "needed a loan", but it still kind of irked me the way only friends can. I was doing pretty well for myself at the bank. In fact we all had done alright since the days when we used to cut grass for money and smoke grass for fun. Matt, of course, would inherit the dealership one day, but for now he was the Sales Manager. Eddie hadn't gone to college, but he took Auto Shop in High School, and worked his way up through the Service Department at the dealership. He was also did some shade-tree jobs on the side, until he was finally able to save up enough money to open up his own shop a couple years ago. Now he had 3 bays for tires, brakes, & tune-ups, and 5 people working for him. 

But Jake was the 'big winner', and I'm not just talking about tonight. After college, he had gone on to law school, followed by a year clerking for a trial judge, and 5 years in the State Attorney's Office, Felony Division. Before he left with another lawyer from his office and started working for the other side. Now he was one of the most successful and sought after defense attorneys in the city. Remember when the State Senate President had been caught in a hotel room with a hooker and a mountain of cocaine? That was Jake on TV defending the Senator's character and reputation for a lifetime of public service, from the "Devious lies of his of his political opponents, and their lackeys in the media." Of course the Senator had still resigned in disgrace, but no one held that against Jake. He had been able to get the criminal charges dropped on the grounds that the search had taken place before the warrant had actually been signed.

Like I said, I knew he was only kidding about the "loan", but still driving home I kept replaying the entire night in my head, including the way that it had ended. I knew it was just the luck of the draw and logically, I had done nothing wrong. If I had to do it again, I would probably play my cards the same way as I had the first time. Seriously who folds Aces full of 10's? If you say you would have folded, you are probably either lying, or a fool... or your name is Phil Ivey. It wasn't like I had never lost before or that I couldn't afford the loss. Just that I am a pretty competitive guy and I hate to lose, period.

*****

II.] The Morning After

When I got home, it was after 1:00am, and Lynda, my girlfriend, who had recently moved in with me, had already gone to bed. I needed to get to bed too, but I knew there was no way I could sleep and I didn't want to wake her. I went to the fridge and got a beer, then logged onto my computer for a bit and checked the markets in Japan & Europe. Money never sleeps as they say, and since I couldn't sleep either, I figured I'd get a head start on my day. I thought at least work would take my mind off the poker game, but it didn't help, neither did the beer or the one after that. Sometime after 2:00am Lynda walked out of our bedroom wearing only a tiny pair of black lace panties. "Are you coming to bed tonight baby..." she asked, "or should I just make myself cum without you?" 

Lynda and I had been together for over a year before she moved in, and our sex life had been great up until then, absolutely no complaints. However, after she moved in, it was like a switch had flipped in her brain. She was insatiable now, and constantly coming up with new ways to express her desire for me. Like the time I had come home from work after a long day to find her laying naked on the kitchen table 'wearing' nothing but a whipped-cream bikini & 3 well placed cherries. "Hi baby... dinner is on the table." was all she said. 

After we made love for the third time, I had basically given up on getting any sleep before work. I took a shower, while she made breakfast. Then we made love again. After that, I needed another shower and she joined me for some steamy hot clean-up fun. By the time we were finished, I was already running late for work. Of course, I could always call in sick. I hadn't used a sick day in 3 years, but I have always believed that 'if you want to play, you've got to pay'. So I called my assistant, Jenny, and told her I wouldn't be in until 9:00. On the way out the door, I kissed Lynda again and as we pulled apart for the final time we both said "I almost forgot, I have something to tell you." at the exact same time. In the interest of chivalry I smiled and said, "You first." at the same time she did. "No you first baby." I insisted. 

"Ok, I talked to Ellie last night. She is going to be in town for a few days, and I invited her to stay in the guest room this weekend. I hope you don't mind, I didn't want to bother you during the poker game."

"Sure hun, its fine... who is Ellie again?" I knew I should know the answer to that, but I still hadn't had any sleep.

"See I knew you only wanted me for my body! Men!" she snorted, shaking her head with a smile. "Ellie, my college roommate? She has an interview in the city on Monday, and she is gunna spend the weekend. By the way, you're taking us out dancing Saturday Night and you better be charming!" she giggled lightly "Now what did you want to tell me baby?" 

"Sounds like fun hun." I lied, but what else was I supposed to do? Say no? "The guys are coming here for poker Monday night, so you'd better be charming baby." I teased her back.

"Well this should be interesting" she grinned "Ellie isn't flying out until Tuesday morning."

Interesting indeed, I thought while I drove to the office. The day was a blur, phone calls and meetings, interrupted by a 30 minute nap at my desk in lieu of a lunch. I had a meeting with my boss the VP of Commercial Loans in the afternoon. I guess I looked as ragged as I felt, because he asked me if I was feeling alright? I told him I was fine, of course. What else could I say?

"When was the last time you had a vacation?" he asked, as he was looking at my file. So I'm pretty sure he already knew the answer. 

"It's been a while sir, but I'm fine, really." (I had gone to The Bahamas a few years back with Jake & Matt for a weekend of golf, scuba diving, and male bonding as we celebrated the opening of Jake's firm... but nothing since.) "I am actually planning to take Lynda on a Hawaiian cruise for her birthday, in February." 

"Well, if you say so. However, I still think you need a break. Why don't you take Friday off, in fact, take Monday too?" He asked it like a question, but I could tell it was more of an order. He then slid an envelope across his desk to me. I picked up the envelope and went to stick it in my jacket pocket, when he stopped me. "Go ahead, open it." I did and then almost fell out of my chair when I saw what it was. "You've had a pretty good Quarter, my boy... but let's not mention this to anyone else." he gave a smile that told me once again it wasn't really a request. "Now get back to work, before I change my mind."

Actually I'd had better than a 'pretty good quarter'. I had single-handedly hit the lending goal for the entire department, which in turn, made my boss look damn good to his bosses. But I certainly wasn't expecting a $20,000 bonus, less taxes of course. Suddenly I wasn't so tired anymore. When I got back to my office, Jenny (my assistant) told me that Lynda had called, and was stuck at the Hospital where she worked. She wouldn't be home before 9:00 or maybe even 10:00, but she would try to call me later if she got a chance. 

At 4:30 I called over to Jake's office and got his Para-legal, Grace "Hiya Sexy, is 'The Man' available?"

"Sorry Lover-Boy, he is in a deposition and has a client waiting." 

I have known Grace for a long time, and we had even dated for a while. Well we had really just been more what you might call 'Friends with Benefits'. In fact, I was the one who had recommended that Jake hire her when he started the firm. We had never really broken up, just kinda drifted apart, then back together a few times. Then one day, after I hadn't heard from her for a few weeks, she called me and told me she wanted to introduce me someone. Her name was Sally and she was Grace's lover (That night was simply incredible, but that's another story altogether.) Since then Grace & I have remained friends, but the benefits had dried up.

"Ok, will you do me a favor hun... Please ask him to meet me at 'Louis' after work, you might also wanna tell him I'm buying, just to make sure he shows up." Of course I knew he would show up, 'Louis' is actually named Le Chateau Versailles, and it is the best steakhouse in town. ('Louis' [pronounced: Lew-ees] is just what we call it - as in King Louis XIV). 

"He should be done by 6:00, Love... Say 6:30, just to be safe."

"Thanks Babe, I knew I could count on you."

Dinner was of course exquisite, 18 year old Scotch to start, followed by 2" thick bone-in rib-eye steaks, finished off with crème brule & fine cognac. We'd had come a long way since our days of stale pizza and Pabst Blue Ribbon, but aside from better clothes and credit-cards that were not maxed-out, neither of us had been 'changed' much by success... if that's what you want to call it.

"Well old buddy, I guess you don't need a loan after all... So tell me, Scotch, steaks, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"No, I don't need a loan, but you might wish I did though, I need a favor... Lynda's college roommate is coming into town this weekend, and they want to go out on Saturday night, I need you to be my wingman."

"Sorry bud, no can do. I'm going to Vegas this weekend. You remember my cousin Chris? He spent the summer with us while his folks were in Europe. Well he is getting married next week, and the bachelor party is Saturday, I'm flying out Thursday after work. I told you about this months ago, hell I even invited you. You are gunna have to fly solo on this one... But from what Grace has told me, that shouldn't be too much of a problem for you." He winked. "Oh, and you should probably scratch me from the game Monday night. I might be wiped out, but my flight gets in around 6:30 so if I have anything left in the tank, I'll call you from the airport."

*****

III.] A Long Couple of Days

When I got home, Lynda was in the shower, so I opened a bottle of wine, and jumped online for a quick check of the after-hours trading news. Nothing really interesting other than some large blocks of Harley-Davidson shares, trading on positive earnings news. I rode a Sportster in college and for a few years after, but wound up selling 'her', because I didn't have time to ride. I took the money I got for selling the ol'girl and invested the cash in 500 shares of Harley-Davidson stock. That had been a pretty good ride too, that after splits and re-invested dividends, had made me more than enough money to buy another bike... But being as I was now engaged to a nurse who worked in the Trauma/ICU department, another bike was not soon in my future. So I just continued to ride the stock, and bought more shares on the market dips. 




The Poker Game Pt. 01



When I heard the shower stop, I shut off the computer, and brought two glasses of wine into the bathroom, meeting her with nothing but a towel wrapped around her head. She looked great, even when she was wearing surgical scrubs and had a good sense of style when she was out of 'uniform' too. But it was her exquisite body underneath the clothes that made everything she wore look like it was tailored just for her. She was tall for a woman at 5'10", and when she wore heels was just a touch shorter than me. She had runner's legs, long and lean that met at the perfectly plump shape of her ass. Her belly was tight, and her breasts seemed to levitate on their own, with slightly upturned 'tear-drop' tits. But it was her green eyes that could grab you and pull you deep inside. Tonight however those eyes were obviously hiding an inner pain.

She took the wine and smiled a forced smile. "Thanks hun, I needed that, it was a rough night. There was an accident on the Interstate, and they brought in a mother and her 2 sons by Life-Flight... The mother didn't make it, she died on the table." 

She had seen things like this before, of course as it came with the job, but still she had a tear run down her cheek, and her voice cracked a little. Losing someone, especially someone with children was always hard no matter how many times she saw it happen.

I didn't say much. There was nothing I could possibly say to make her forget the kind day she'd had. However, among my other talents, I've been told I give a great massage, so I took her into my arms and guided her into the bedroom. I laid her on the bed, face down, and straddled her still naked body at the legs. I started at her temples, then worked my way down. Massaging her neck, then shoulders, I took my time and focused entirely on her. I worked down both sides of her spine, paying special attention to the tight knots and trigger points. 

I kept moving my way down her lower back, past her 'tramp-stamp' tattoo, and then into her hips and near-perfect ass. I spent nearly 15 minutes on each of her legs, working them everywhere except where they came together. Finally I got to her feet, which also got special attention, especially since she worked on her feet all day long. Yet still, every morning she managed to spend nearly an hour on the treadmill before work. Her feet responded to my touch almost instantly, as I worshiped them. I pushed into her heels, and arches, then deep into the balls which made her groan in ecstasy. She melted as I worked each of her toes, and in between. 

When I'd finished with her backside, I started to roll her over to massage her front, but she had other ideas. I'm pretty sure she came at least once while I was massaging her legs, even though I had deliberately skipped her loins. By the time I finished with her feet, and rolled her over she was totally ready, evidenced by the wet spot she left on the sheets... She spread her legs wide and begged "Baby, Please Fuck Me NOW!" But I made her wait.

I started at her feet licking and kissing, slowly nibbling my way up. She whimpered, wriggled and moaned. Trying desperately to pull me up, she grabbed at my hair . I stopped at her knee and switched to her other foot, making her wait, teasing her as I started back at her toes. While kissing her body, I used my hands to massage up her inner-thighs. She was putty in my hands, as I massaged her loins. Only when my lips caught up to my fingers did I finally let them brush across her nether lips, she nearly came again right then. 

I nibbled, licked, tickled and kissed her sweet little pussy, which was waxed totally smooth except for a tiny little patch which let anyone close enough to see it know that she came by her fiery red-auburn hair naturally. I worshiped her tiny love bud, as I finally slipped a finger inside her, then 2... She came again almost instantly when I curled my fingers up and started massaging the slight rough patch inside her as I sucked on her clit with my tongue. She bucked and screamed out her pleasure as she squirted my face with her sweet release.

Only after she had cum again, did I finally penetrate deep inside her with a thrust of my hips, spearing her with my fat 7 inch cock. I lifted her heels to my shoulders to pin her beneath my weight, opening her up at the same time. She used her inner muscles like a vice grip on my manhood squeezing me from deep inside her tight cunny. I had been holding out for so long myself as I worked on her needs that when she squeezed me again I came right away. My cock danced inside her as my seed emptied into her in wave after wave. She milked me from inside, squeezing and releasing around my cock. She clawed her nails into my back and wrapped her feet tight around my neck so I could not slip out of her love box. I lifted up slightly after a few, letting her legs slide down to wrap around my waist. I was still inside her as we both drifted off to sleep. I never even got the chance to tell her about my big bonus check.

In the morning, I was running late again, and she was running on the treadmill, which we kept in the spare-bedroom/den. Well, it had been my den before she moved in anyway. I figured the 'news' could wait until later, or maybe I'd just surprise her with something nice. Although I had already bought her Christmas gift, I could always get something extra, just because. I would of course invest most of the bonus, but that still left plenty of 'play-money' too. I believe in saving for a rainy day, I do after all, work in a bank... But I also believe in a little 'fun in the sun' otherwise, what's the point?.

The next couple of days flew by, as I worked late every night. I may have had a long weekend coming, but I still had work that needed to get done. Lynda traded shifts with another Nurse so she could get Saturday & Sunday off, but she would have to work back-to-back double shifts Wednesday & Thursday to pull it off. She had to work the day shift on Friday too, and since I had the day off, that left me to pick up Ellie from the airport.

We began Friday morning with another good fucking, this time in the shower. I held her in my arms and pressed her to the tile wall as we used each other, and enjoyed the closeness we had missed the last few days. We had barely seen each other, so she was once again insatiable for my cock, leaving her no time for her morning run. 

Since for once, I had plenty of time in the morning I made breakfast while she got dressed for work, then drove her to the Hospital as it was on the way to the airport. We usually didn't ride together in the mornings, so this was a nice treat. 

On the ride, I finally got the chance to tell her about my bonus. I hadn't told her about the cruise yet either, so I dropped that on her too. I didn't tell her everything, just that we were going away for her birthday, which also happened to be Valentine's Day. I would have kept it a secret but knew she needed to plan the time off from work. 

I kissed her as she was getting out of the car then she winked at me and said "Take good care of Ellie til I get off, I'll call you and let you know what time." She shut the door and ran off before I could respond.

There was still over an hour before Ellie's flight was due, but I figured that by the time I got there and parked, I could just wander around the airport until she landed. I knew she would probably be hungry after a 5 hour flight, so I assumed we would get lunch first. After that, I'd leave it up to her what she wanted to do with the rest of the day. 

*****

To be continued.

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Thanks for reading... All feedback is welcome & appreciated, dont forget to vote! 

Sharky



The Poker Game Pt. 02



©2012

Author's Notes: This is the second of a 2 part story... I would like to think that it could stand alone, if one had not read the first chapter, however I will not reintroduce characters (or 'flash back'). As such, I would suggest reading them as a single tale. 

Again Many Thanks go to 'ShadoeMedic' for her services as an editor, and adviser... & as always for putting up with my Sh!t.

This story deals with themes such as Bondage, Dominance, Submission, and Group Sex... So if those are not your style, please do not read any further... Those of you looking for more of these things than were found in Part 1 will find that here. 

All Characters are ficticious works of the author's imagination... All are over the age of 21.

Finally, apologies for the wait between chapter 1 & chapter 2... No Excuses, I have been remiss in my writing, and away from the computer for far too long. However I do hope you will find it worth the wait. Perhaps. As always, comments are appreciated (Good & bad are welcome, please just keep it clean. Thanks). Please Vote.

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IV.] A Wild Weekend

I was waiting at the airport for my girlfriend's college roommate Ellie's flight to arrive, wandering around the various shops, with no intention of making a purchase. Just wasting time, because her flight was delayed (what else is new, right?). An early winter storm was making its way across the country, and delaying flights everywhere. However it was a beautiful day here, nearly 60 degrees and sunny, while the storm was still over the Rocky Mountains. 

Unfortunately, that was exactly where she was flying in from, and the boards were showing her flight two hours delayed. Airport News Network monitors were predicting the storm would hit us here in the Midwest sometime over the weekend. 

I didn't really know much about Ellie at all. Just that she and Lynda had met in Nursing School, and had been roommates their final 2 years there. They still kept in touch by e-mail and 'Facepage', but I wasn't sure if they had even seen each other since then. All I had was a picture of her standing on top of a mountain, which Lynda had given me so I could recognize her, but aside from her face everything else was covered by her 'Ski Patrol' parka. She had obviously not gone into traditional nursing after graduation like Lynda.

After 7 hours on a plane, with nothing but the pretzels and peanuts that passed as 'airline food' these days, I was pretty sure she would be starved by the time we finally collected her bags. However, since I still had over an hour to kill, and it was technically 'afternoon' now, even if only by a few minutes... I chose the sports themed bar & grill, sat down and ordered a beer. There is after all, only so much window shopping a guy can do. I sat at the end of the bar closest to where the passengers exited past security, which also gave me a view of the 'big board' so I could keep an eye on her flight status. The bartender was flirting with me, but there were only a couple of other people in the bar at that hour, both guys and she was flirting with them too... (Hey, whatever pays the bills, right?)

I had just finished my Sam Adams, when they called her flight arriving at the gate. 'Only' 2 ½ hours late. By the time I cashed out with the bartender people were starting to flow through the one-way doors. I recognized her right away from the picture Lynda had given me, but the picture certainly didn't do her justice either. As I said, she was wearing a parka in the picture, and even without make-up, she had a pretty face... but seeing her now, wearing make-up and dressed to kill, she was a knockout. Lynda must have sent her my picture too because she walked right up to me.

She is a few inches shorter than Lynda @ maybe 5'5" or 5'6" but she was also a little bigger in the chest. She was wearing a fine woman's suit, that showed the just the right amount of her ample cleavage. I wasn't staring or anything, it's just that I'm almost 6'3", and if I looked straight ahead I would have been looking over her head. "Hi 'Sharky'* she said, I'm Mary Ellen, I've heard a lot about you from Lynda... it's nice to finally meet you." She had a good handshake too, firm yet still feminine. (*She called me by my given name of course.)

"The pleasure is mine, I'd ask you how your flight was, but I think I already know... Are you hungry? I know I am." 

"The flight was perfect... perfectly dreadful that is." She smiled, "Yes I'm starved, but what I'd really like is a hot shower. Do you have any food at the house? Do you mind?" 

"No, I don't mind at all. And, if we can't find something you like, I can run out and get it while you shower. The store is just around the corner."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, I think I know what Lynda likes to eat, we have the same taste." She winked and smiled.

She was carrying her purse, and what looked like a laptop bag, and had a trench-coat draped over her arm. She probably needed it in Portland, but not here, or at least not today anyway. Knowing how Lynda is when she travels, I pictured her with a matched, monogrammed set of luggage that would make any sky-cap's day. Linda & I had taken a weekend trip up to Chicago once when we were dating. She'd filled the trunk of my car, and we still had to put a bag (or 2) in the back seat. 

So when we got to the luggage carousel, and she went straight to the 'Army-Green' duffel bag, I was a little surprised. As she started to sling it over her free shoulder, I said "Here, let me take that for you." 

She shot me a look that said 'Touch it & Die!' Then she went instantly back to her charming self... "Thanks, but I can handle it."

I almost rented a luggage cart, because the bag must have weighed at least half as much as she did. But as we walked, I found that it was me, having to adjust my pace to keep up with her. I also saw 'M.E. Malone' stenciled on the bag in the Army way. So, I assumed that she had probably carried that bag a lot farther then we had to walk to get to the car. "I'm guessing you were in the Service too," I said, "Lynda never told me that." (As I wondered what else Lynda hadn't told me.)

"Actually I still am, Army Reserves." She said in a matter of fact way, that told me she was used to being underestimated, but probably shouldn't be. 

"That's great, my Dad is Retired Army" I said, just making small talk.

She nodded, and mumbled something unintelligible, so I changed the subject again, "So you are coming to town for an interview? What are you interviewing for?"

"It's not really much of an 'interview' the job is pretty much mine if I want it."... She replied, "But, I'm happy doing what I do. I'm mostly just here to make my Mother happy."

"Oh? Do your parents live near here?" I asked as we got to the trunk of my Audi. "If you want to go see them you can use Lynda's car today... I dropped her off on the way here."

"My mom lives a few hours south, but my dad passed away while I was in Afghanistan." She replied without even a hint of emotion, as she heaved the duffel bag into the trunk. "I really don't want to move back here, but my brother's family is in San Diego, and Mom is alone now. And thanks for the offer of the car, but I didn't even tell her I was coming to town. I won't tell her anything until after I decide." The way she said it also told me to find something else to talk about.

Still trying to break the ice, I asked "So what do you do, when you aren't in the Army Ellie? I gather you like to Ski?"

"Yes, I love to ski, and please call me Ellen... To answer your other question, I am on the Search & Rescue Team with the Oregon State Police." She said with just a touch of exasperation, and quite a bit of exhaustion in her tone. "Forgive me, you seem like a nice guy, and Lynda loves you so that is good enough for me... But I really just need to decompress a bit before you finish giving me the 3rd Degree."

"No problem." I said, driving most of the rest of the way home in silence. I was also glad I had stopped after one beer. Having a State Police Officer in the car (even if she wasn't technically in 'her' state) made me a little more focused behind the wheel. I did point out the Hospital where Lynda worked as we drove by, and I might have offered to stop in to surprise her... except Ellie (err Ellen) seemed to be in no mood for that. 

I hit the garage door opener, and parked so that she was right next to the inner door. She was out of the car and at the waiting by the trunk, almost as soon as the engine was off. I would have tried to take her bag again, but again she made it clear that wouldn't happen... So I just went to the door & unlocked it.

"Our house is kind of 'upside down' since it's built into the side of a hill. The bedrooms are down stairs, yours is on the left... What would you like to eat?"

"I'll have whatever you are having..." She said on her way down the stairs, "After my shower".

That didn't exactly make things easier on me, as now I needed to actually come up with something. Hmmm... we had some left over rice from Chinese take-out, some meatloaf that was probably still good, some salsa. No problem, as I just threw it all together in a stir-fry pan & made Spanish Rice. Being domesticated definitely has it's advantages, but I was once a skilled bachelor gourmet. 

She came up the stairs, this time wearing black jeans, and a t-shirt that both looked like they were painted on. She could not possibly be ignorant of what she looked like, of the effect it had, but at the same time it was also a very casual look. Her hair was back in a pony tail, and her makeup was light if any. She had just been getting more comfortable of course, but still she looked absolutely stunning.

I had no sooner placed the plates on the table than my cell-phone rang & it was Lynda saying she would be off work in half an hour or so. Ellen complimented me on my cooking skills even though it really was just thrown together, as I grabbed my keys & headed back out the door. "Make yourself at home, our house is yours".

I went straight to the Hospital, but in Friday rush-hour traffic she was still waiting outside when I got there. We stopped at Trader Joe's on the way back home, not really for tonight as I had made reservations for dinner out. But we were going to get snowed in over the weekend, and needed to stock up.

Ellen was sitting in the entertainment pit watching the News, as I carried in the groceries... Lynda literally ran inside to greet her, as giddy as a school girl. "Ellie!" she screamed. They hugged in an almost more than friendly way, but just for a minute, then Ellen pushed her back, and looked her over, as if she was giving an inspection to one of her troops. Lynda stiffened up a little as she whispered something into her ear. Then they both came back into the kitchen. "I thought we would go out tonight, ladies..." I said "We might not get out the rest of the weekend."

"Well I'm not going out dressed like this!" Lynda said, stating the obvious. Yet the way she looked at Ellen said something too.

"I'll help you get dressed." Ellen said flatly. "How much time do we have?" she asked me.

"The ris for 8:00. That still gives you girls a couple of hours to catch up." I said, already looking forward to a little time alone with Sports Center, while they talked. Lynda practically bounced her way down stairs. I grabbed a beer.

I went downstairs a little while later to get changed myself. I had our room to myself as the girls were getting ready in what was going to be Ellen's room for the weekend. Both bedrooms shared the outside deck, through sliding glass doors. I slipped out through our door to warm up the hot-tub thinking we might use it later. When I turned to go back in, I could see into the other room... I didn't mean to spy, but I'm sure that the girls couldn't see me, since they were much too busy rolling around on the bed with their heads between each others legs.

I did not interrupt them or even let on that I had seen anything, just got shaved & dressed, then went back upstairs to wait for the girls. I wasn't really sure how I was going to deal with the situation yet, but I knew that the weekend was looking a lot more interesting already. Lynda and I had never actually promised each other not to see other people, but we never agreed to have an 'open' relationship either. Just that I was getting so much great sex at home, I never even thought of looking anywhere else.

All the signs were there I guess, if I had chosen to look. I knew that Lynda had experimented with another woman back in college, if not who it was. It's not like I was against having a bisexual girlfriend either, thinking I might even benefit from that myself. I snapped out of my daydream as I heard the girls coming back upstairs. Then I nearly dropped my beer when I saw them. 

Lynda was wearing a 'school girl' outfit that I didn't even know she owned... and Ellen was still wearing her black jeans, but now she was wearing spike-heeled leather boots, and a black leather vest over a white button down shirt which was at least one size too small. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. The finishing touch was a leash in her left hand to a collar around Lynda's neck, and a leather riding crop in her right. "Surprise!" was all Lynda said. 

"I am Mistress Ellen! I am taking Lynda as my Bitch again... You have failed to keep her properly trained, so I will be taking over. If you watch me and learn, I will teach you how to treat this dirty slut! If I decide to let you serve me that is... Do you want to serve me, in exchange for these lessons?" Ellen declared with utmost confidence and authority.

I am usually what you would call an Alpha Male and am not submissive in the least, but I was totally aroused by the sight before me. I also liked the idea of maybe having Lynda serve me one day. So without another thought I said "Yes Please."

"You will address me properly, Yes Please Mistress!" She commanded me.

"Yes Please, Mistress." I replied.

"Good! Now you will be driving us tonight, my Bitch will sit in the back seat with me... That means NO more beer for you tonight, no wine, no alcohol... Is that clear?" She asked while looking at my empty beer bottle with scorn. 

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now go and get the car." She demanded and I obeyed. I did so without even thinking, just acted as soon as she spoke. As I walked out into the garage, I could feel it getting colder already. I reflected for a moment on my situation. 'This could be fun." I thought.

The girls sat in back, but I could see them in the rear-view. At least until Mistress Ellen smacked the back of the seat with her crop and told me to watch the road. Then she smacked Lynda's inner thigh, and commanded her to remove her panties. "Of course, Mistress." Lynda replied, as she dropped her panties in the empty front passenger seat. 

Dinner was an afterthought, as Mistress Ellen decided we should go to a club instead. I pulled my Audi up right to the front, and got out to open the door. Mistress Ellen stepped out followed by Lynda, still on the leash. They were shown right in, while the crowd of 'less beautiful' people stared in disbelief. After I parked the car, I joined the ladies inside... actually, I was shown to the table where they would have been sitting, if they had not already taken over the dance floor.

Lynda came alive at the end of her leash. Dancing and prancing, all over the floor. Mistress Ellen occasionally slapped her lightly with the crop, to the delight of the people who had gathered around. I sat there watching, until Mistress Ellen slapped the table with her crop to get my attention. She motioned me to follow them out on the dance floor, then handed me Lynda's leash. I am normally not much of a dancer, but there was simply no way I could refuse an invitation like that.

The rest of the evening was a blur of dancing and debauchery. The girls both teased the guys in the crowd, and a few of the other ladies too. Lynda must have been felt up by at least 20 hands, and Ellen watched over them all to make sure that they did a very thorough job. She also used her crop to swat the hands that tried to take things too far. Then she would swat Lynda's ass in mock discipline for her own 'transgressions'. This was definitely a part of Lynda I had never known or seen before.

Several guys tried to get themselves invited home with us, but Mistress Ellen announced to their chagrin, that the only one going home with them tonight would be me. We closed down the club, then we stopped at a 24 hour diner for an early breakfast, on the way home. Again the girls made quite a splash with the few lonely men who were there at that hour. Our waitress commented that she wished she had the "courage to dress up and let go like that". That brought a smile to Lynda's face.

On the ride home, Ellen told Lynda to lick her pussy again, which she did without delay. Licking and sucking and fingering her to multiple screaming orgasms. Lynda caught my eye in the rear-view mirror, and mouthed the words "Thank You" as she wiggled her ass. Mistress Ellen spread her legs open with her knees, then spanked Lynda's pussy with the crop until she came once again.

As we got into the house, Lynda had already lost what was left of her clothes in a heap on the kitchen floor. Mistress Ellen stood in the middle of the room, as Lynda knelt down and unzipped her boots one at a time. She then unbuttoned her blouse and folded it neatly, followed by her jeans. Ellen was left standing there wearing nothing but a smile, and she looked magnificent. I have already said her breasts were bigger than Lynda's but they did not sag without a bra, they just floated on her chest slightly pointed up to the sky.

Mistress Ellen commanded Lynda to strip me next, of course she obeyed hastily. First my shirt, then t-shirt leaving me bare from the waist up, Ellen ran her crop over my abs and chest teasing my nipples with her wand. Lynda got down on all fours to remove my shoes, and allowed me to step out of my pants and boxers leaving me naked except for my socks... My cock was standing proud and strong, and Ellen obviously approved. She told Lynda to suck me off and swallow my cum, and stood there watching while she eagerly swallowed my swollen rod. When I shot my load into her mouth, she did her best to swallow it all, but I had been waiting for this all night and had built up quite a shot. A few drops escaped Lynda's waiting lips and dribbled down her chin, which earned her a hard swat on each of her already reddened ass cheeks. Then Ellen kissed her, and licked the spillover off her face and neck.

The party moved to the hot-tub after that, and even though the temperature was steadily dropping outside, the water kept us warm and well lubricated all the way until the sun came up. I lost track of how many times I fucked Lynda for Ellen's pleasure, and how many times she sucked me off while Ellen fucked her tight pussy with the strap-on she was wearing. I also ate Ellen's sweet cunny, while Lynda bounced happily up and down on my cock. The only thing missing was me fucking Ellen, which she had not yet allowed me do. 

As dawn broke over the foggy hills, we moved the party into our bedroom, as it was the only bed that was big enough for the 3 of us to share. Lynda slept between us, facing Ellen, while grinding her ass into me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped my still hard cock between her legs. I was too tired to do much else though, as were the girls who passed out in each others arms, but I fell fast asleep buried up to my balls between Lynda's sweet ass cheeks.

I woke up before the girls, so I made breakfast and coffee while they lounged in bed... When they finally came upstairs, Lynda looked like she had just been fucked again (which of course she had). By the time they made their appearance, the storm was in full effect, and we were completely snowed in for the duration. I got some wood from the garage and started a fire while they ate breakfast.