0 comments/ 386352 views/ 8 favorites Poker Game By: Polo My Daddy .... took me last night. He wasn't the only one. I'm still trembling. I'm still in a bit of shock. It all seems so surreal, like it wasn't really me. But it was. I was savagely fucked by the most important man in my life. He read my diary. All the conversations I've had with Michael. All the fantasies. I wrote them all down. How was I to know. I was just going to stay with him for the weekend. It was supposed to be a vacation, a few days away from my problems. Dad had some friends over for poker. His wife went to bed early. It was around 11:00pm. I got tired of watching TV, so I wandered down to the basement, down to the poker game. They were all well on their way to being drunk. I sat in a chair and watched. Dad's friend's kept putting a beer in my hand, one after the other. They had me do shots. After an hour or so, I was out of it. I remember hearing one of the guys talk about what a "sweet pussy" this new "bitch" he was dating had. The conversation shifted. I remember one of them describe the perfect blow job. I remember looking at my Dad's lips as he spoke, saying "look at my baby. When's the last time any of you saw a piece of ass as pure as that?". Daddy? Then it happened. I can still see the two men sitting next to me, helping me out of my clothes. I see the others standing in front of me, unzipping their pants and pulling out their thick cocks. I see my Dad sitting, watching. I remember them kissing me. I remember them sucking on my nipples. I remember them tasting my young pussy. I remember the first cock pressed against my lips. I remember opening my eyes and feeling him grab my hair, forcing his dick into my mouth. I remember the cum flowing across my tongue, so thick and creamy. I remember not having the chance to wipe it off as another dick was shoved into my mouth. He came minutes later. Then another. Then another. Then another. When they were done, my face was covered in thick, gooey cum. I remember looking at my Daddy as if to save me. He motioned to the others to leave him. I watched as they scurried up the stairs. Oh, Daddy. Hold me, I thought. No. That's not what was on his mind. I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He looked down at me and put it to my lips. "Suck it, you little whore". Nooooo. Ohhhhh. I didn't have a chance to cry. My Daddy fucked my mouth. He pulled it out from time to time, smacking my face with it. "Suck Daddy's cock. That's right", he'd say. "That's my little bitch". He pulled me up and led me over to the poker table. He forced me face down. I saw him reach in his pocket and pull out a tube of vaseline. As he shoved his fingers in my ass with the lubricant, he said "I saw in that diary of yours what a cock hungry whore you've turned into. Who's this 'Daddy' of yours? Is it me?" I didn't say a word. He asked me again, then he smacked my ass. "Doesn't matter. You'll fuck anyone, won't you?". This wasn't happening, I thought to myself. With that, he pressed the head of his cock into my ass. Within a matter of minutes, his 9" cock was buried all the way in my ass, balls deep. It hurt, yes, but..... but it also felt.... Oh, Michael. Oh, Daddy. I remember him spanking me as he fucked me. I remember the names he called me. I remember him cuming inside my ass. I remember him zipping up and laughing as the others came down and walked past me, the cum oozing out of my ass. I got dressed and staggered up the stairs. It's now a day later. I have no idea what to say or do. I only know two things - that I was raped, and that I'm not completely upset with what happened. As I say that, I look to see my hands shake and tremble. How do I make sense of all of it? Oh, Michael... Poker Game Brad and Luke knocked on the door of their friend Sara's new apartment. She had asked them to help move her in the previous day. It was hard work, but the two men were rewarded at the end to come back the next day to their friends home to a small house warming party. The boys had decided to carpool on the way over, and decided they'd take bets later on who would suffer and be the designated driver. Brad is a large man, not fat, but stands 6' 4" with short black hair. Luke is shorter, a few inches shy of 6 feet tall with short brown hair and a small stubble of facial hair. It was a chilly autumn night, and it took a minute longer then it should have for their host to open the door. "Hi! Come in!" Sara opened the door for them and lead them into her living room. There was only a small table, couch, love seat, and deck of cards waiting for them. "We moved all those boxes yesterday and you haven't unpacked a damn one have you?" Luke asked Sara. Before she could answer, another girl entered from the kitchen and interrupted: "Looks like the party can finally get started!" "I guess it can," Brad said with a devious grin as he checked out the newcomer. Sara was wearing her typical outfit: pajama bottoms and a tank top. He hadn't even bothered to check her out, he'd done that hundreds of times before. This new girl was wearing a denim skirt and a blue shirt with the phrase 'The view is better from behind' printed on it. Without making it to obvious he was ogling her, he guessed the shirt was probably correct. Luke walked over and gave the new girl a quick hug. "Hey Amy, I haven't seen you since we went bowling with Tom and Karen. How have you been?" Karen is Luke's girlfriend, but things have been rough recently since Luke discovered she had been cheating on him. He had gone bowling a few weeks earlier and Karen set up a double date with her two friends, Tom and Amy. They all had a good time, and if Luke had to bet, Tom and Amy went home and had an even better time. "Oh I'm just fine, who's your friend here?" Sara interrupted and introduced Brad to Amy, allowing them to shake hands, and then offered to get everyone drinks. Brand and Luke played a quick card game (War) that Luke won. Brad was the DD for the evening, so Amy, Luke, and Sara sat down on the couch with drinks in their hands. Brad sat alone in the love seat and decided on a game to play. He shuffled the cards before deciding the game of the evening would be poker. They started off betting pennies and nickels while chatting. Sara asked Amy to continue her story about Tom. "Uggh," Amy tossed her shoulder length black hair out of her face as she lost another hand, "so we were making out." She stopped when she saw the boys attention perk up and pass each other glances. "Sorry you two, I already started this tale before you came over. The short version up to now is that after seeing Tom for two weeks, I was thinking that he really liked me. So, one day, we were making out, and I decided to see if he wanted to take things further." Luke thought to himself this was strange, from the way those two were acting, they did a lot more than make out after their first date at the bowling alley. Amy noted the strange look on his face. "Take things further, meaning, if he wanted to actually date me. You know, just me. We hadn't mentioned yet, and I was sort of seeing someone else at the time, and I wouldn't have been surprised if Tom was too. Maybe I shouldn't have asked while we were kissing, or maybe it was just bad timing in general..." "Or maybe he's just a big dick." Sara said interrupting. "Or that. Needless to say, although I don't mind fooling around with people (Brad noted she was gender neutral on this point) I really do mind being told 'The only reason I'm with you at all is because I thought you didn't care what else I was fucking. Maybe it was the crass way he said it, or that he didn't notice how much I liked him, or that he said 'what else' he was fucking, but I threw him out of my apartment right then." "I think Sara said it best, what a dick. He could have at least been nice about it." Brad said while taking another nickel from Luke. The three other players were clearly getting drunk and it was time to raise the stakes. "Alright, I think its time we make this more fun. Anyone up for strip poker?" All three friends laughed and shook their heads yes. Sara even whistled and bragged about having Luke naked in no time. "Alright, same rules as before, only if you loose the hand, you take off an article of clothing. No bullshit like shoes and earrings count." Brad swallowed as he won the first hand and Amy lost. She looked him in the eyes as she pulled off her blue shirt revealing a black bra underneath. Her C cup filled it nicely, and the fact that she was 5'5" made her body look very proportional. Her legs were just the right length, her ass just the right size. Sara was the first to say anything and break the tension by asking if the bra was from Victoria's Secret. In no time things were relaxed and it was if she hadn't been wearing a shirt all night. Another round of drinks were refilled by Luke and Sara as Amy got up and sat next to Brad. "Want to hear a secret?" she asked him. "Yup." Brad looked her in the eyes, he was trying to sound self assured but his voice betrayed truth: he was mesmerized by her body. "I'm not as drunk as I'm acting." With a wink, she returned to her seat on the couch facing him. Sara and Luke brought back more drinks and the game resumed. Amy wasn't lying Brad guessed, as she won the next hand and Sara lost. Sara whined, muttered something about them not telling her boyfriend James, and took off her shirt too. She was shorter than Amy and a little more curvy. Her blond hair came up with her shirt and then fell down below her shoulders as she tossed the shirt into a pile with Amy's. Her white bra was not as sexy as Amy's but she was too tipsy to care. She proudly pushed out her chest while making a sly comment on what her boyfriend was missing. "Where is James anyways. He didn't even show up yesterday to help you move did he?" Luke asked. "No, he showed up later after you guys left. He's been mad that we have been spending so much time together so he is spending today playing video games. Too bad for him, he's missing a good show!" Sara ran her hands down her side, caressing her breasts slightly and touching her tummy. The boys hooted and Amy whistled. The next hand was dealt. Luke lost. He removed his shirt. He didn't have much muscle tone, but he wasn't unattractive. The girls made fun of his Loony Tunes boxers that were sticking out of his jeans while the next hand was dealt. They got a much better view of his boxers as Luke lost the next hand too. He excused himself and went to the bathroom so that he wouldn't loose three times in a row quickly. The next hand Sara lost. She glared at Amy who had won as she stood up and peeled down her pajama bottoms. Her white underwear matched her bra, but she now wished she had worn something sexier. She stood up for a few seconds letting Brad get a good eye full before sitting down and crossing her arms over her chest and crossing her legs. Luke returned for the next hand and won. Brad thought he might have sobered up a bit in the bathroom. Amy noticed this too, and was disappointed by it. Sara lost again, this time she was more hesitant before taking off her bra. Brad and Luke had to talk her into it, and Amy had to promise she'd take off her bra if she lost again too. The white bra joined the growing pile of clothes. Sara's pert breast were the main focus of the next hand, distracting Brad long enough for Amy to beat him. He gladly took of his shirt revealing his well toned abs. Luke was happy the girls were focused on his friend's body and not the tent growing in his boxers. Sara lost the next hand. She quickly slid off her underwear and sat back down cross legged. Brad was still able to see her vagina was a beautiful shade of pink and the pubic hair was shaved completely off. He would have never bet she'd go completely bald. Luke blew the next hand and mirrored Sara's actions. He quickly dropped his boxers and then sat back down with his hands covering himself. Everyone got a quick look at his stiff 6" penis and the light blond/brown stubble around it. Amy had another drink before dealing the next hand and offered to make the pot even better for the two remaining players. "Alright Brad, since its just the two of us, lets go all out this hand. Here's what we do: we invite the losers back in. If they win, they get to get completely dressed. If one of us wins, that person gets to tell the loser what to do." She had the most deviant smile of any girl he'd ever met Luke thought. Brad nodded his head and Luke and Sara inched back to the table. Brad was ready to win. Win is exactly what he did. Amy blew the hand completely, she had been dealt a bad hand and tried to bluff her way out of it. Brad had Amy join Luke and Sara in their nudity. Amy put up some fake resistance, then slid down her skirt to reveal a matching black thong. She unhooked her bra and Luke's jaw feel as quickly as it did to the floor. Her nipples were erect as she bent down and pulled her thong down slowly. She was facing Brad, giving Luke a great view of her ass as she stepped out of the thong. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and matched her black hair. She sat back down, her hands at her side, her legs slightly apart and told Brad to get on with the game. The next round Amy won. Luke thought she should get her clothes back, but Amy pointed out that wasn't the deal. She should still have some articles of clothing left, and therefore she got to tell the loser what to do. Brad had lost, half legitimately, half on purpose, so he waited for her command. "Why don't you take my place for this next bit." Amy commanded. Brad stood up and sat next to Luke and Sara. "Where to begin?" Amy asked as she thought out loud of what she'd enjoy watching the the three people in front of her do. "Sara, you said earlier tonight (before the boys had shown up) James didn't like to go down on you. Why don't you let Brad show you how its done. I'm sure he's an expert." Brad got off the couch and onto his knees as Sara was left speechless. She started to mount a defense as Brad pushed her legs apart and started licking around the lips of her pussy. A moan was all the defense she could muster. "Oh don't just sit there Luke. Get on with it! Lick her nipple, suck on her breast!" Amy commanded. She knew this wasn't technically part of the deal winning the hand. She also knew technically Luke wouldn't give a damn. "Don't mention any of this to our significant others." Luke gave them all his own command as he moved over and started liking Sara's breast. They had been friends a long time. The sexual tension had been building for a while. He didn't take long to get into it: greedily sucking on her nipple and feeling her other breast with his hands. Brad was switching between sticking his tongue deep inside her and licking her clit. She was building to an orgasm, a more powerful one then she'd been able to have recently with her boyfriend. Although now her boyfriend was the furthest thing from her mind. She softly said "I'm on pill -- but - you should - condom anyways" in between gasps for breath. She held her hand out to a yet to be unpacked box. Amy went over, pulled out an opened box of condoms, threw one to Luke and told Brad to stop. "I think its time you give those two a bit of alone time and pay attention to me instead." "I thought you'd never ask." Amy sat down on the couch next to Sara. She assumed roughly the same position as Sara, sitting back with her legs spread wide. She let her leg rub up against hers as Brad tore off his clothes, and went back to eating pussy. Amy closed her eyes and let out a small moan of pleasure. "Mmm, I dunno Sara, I think your friend here has a better tasting pussy. Luke, give it a try." Brad and Luke switched places as the girls laughed. Luke sucked on Amy for a few minters before offering "to each their own. Give me back that tasty pussy and you can have this one." They switched back, fumbled with some condoms and began fucking their respective women. Sara spent the next 20 minutes in the same position with Luke pushing into her over and over. They both panted and moaned and made love to one another before Luke came inside of her. He laid on top of her and hugged her body when he was spent. Amy on the other hand got fucked. She had Brad on top, beneath her, beside her, and behind her. They changed positions every five minutes on top of, or around the couch. It was like the earth rotating the sun as they worked circles around Sara and Luke. Finally while behind Amy Brad finally said he was ready to cum. Amy jumped off his cock, and before he could complain, pulled off the condom. Brad watched as his dick was devoured by Amy who took half of it into her mouth as she jerked quickly on the base with her hands. In no time he was cumming into her throat. They were both spent as they sat back down on the now sweat covered couch. The four sat in silence before Brad pointed out that Luke had to go back home to his girlfriend. Before they left, Sara quietly asked, "Do you think that maybe we could do this again sometime?" "Of course," replied Amy as she smiled at Luke and Brad. "I think between Sara and I, we owe you boys some orgasms." Poker Game Hello readers! This is just sort of a preview. It is my first ever literotica submission, and I would like to get feedback before I continue with chapter 2. (I already have part of it written, so it shouldn't be too long.) Enjoy! * "Hey, Man. How's it going?" Dan gestured at his bud, Glenn, as he stepped through Glenn's creaky front door. The two guys hugged each other briefly before Glenn led his friend into the cramped, well-lit dining room to greet the other three bi-monthly, Sunday night poker club members. Dan Percy, a handsome yet plain thirty-nine year old history teacher shyly took the last unclaimed chair around the poker table, laughing with the rest of the guys at a joke that he pretended he hadn't missed. This was only Dan's fourth time playing poker with this particular posse. Glenn had invited him after the last guy, Craig, dropped out in favor of spending more quality time with his wife; nobody thought that was actually Craig's preference. Glenn and Dan knew each other from community college. Glenn succeeded in opening his own auto fix-it shop creatively named "Glenn's Car Repair" after settling down with a pregnant wife, Hannah, who passed away in a car crash shortly after giving birth to a beautify baby, Ashley. The other three guys in the poker club worked as mechanics at Glenn's Car Repair, so Dan often felt excluded from their jokes and car jargon. He just smiled and played along. He was single and just moved into this small town for a job teaching eleventh grade US History at the local high school. Glenn heard he was there and immediately recruited him as their fifth player. Dan accepted the offer; he had nothing else to do. Each game night so far had yielded a pretty big winning for some guy named Ron, who looked like an ex-football player. He had large muscles that had been recently layered in some wiggly fat and a beer belly. His crude demeanor and boisterous laugh made the other guys laugh but tickled Dan the wrong way. Dan gracefully lost money every game, and every game he was taunted for it by the Ron, the obnoxious ex-stud. Sometimes Dan considered telling Glenn to find someone else to play, but every time, he would remember his one reason to stay: Just then, Ashley thundered down the stairs that led into the hallway outside of the dining room where the four mechanics and the history teacher sat gambling and drinking. She swung around the doorframe and greeted everyone with a smile and a "hey" as she passed through to the kitchen. The men quieted down a little. "Hey, Sweetie, all done with homework?" Glenn asked, chipping in eight more dollars to the pot. Ron was making a groping gesture at his own breasts for the guys sitting on either side of him, while pointedly avoiding the gaze of Ashley's father. The cronies chuckled softly, unnoticed by Glenn. Dan rolled his eyes. "Not quite! Got a little history homework left, but I'm almost done!" Ashley shouted from the kitchen. "Just craving a glass of OJ." She emerged from the kitchen with her juice and leaned up against the wall behind her dad, who was still too busy fumbling with his money to notice four pairs of eyes roaming the body of his only daughter. She was perfection. Dan audibly gulped and then smiled bashfully when she glanced over and made eye contact with the shy professor. Ashley had just turned eighteen the summer before senior year at the same school at which Dan taught eleventh grade. He had heard her name around school -- class president, activities organizer, prom committee -- before he had even seen her or realized that she was his old friend's daughter. She was extremely bright and college bound, but more importantly to the boys (and men) that encountered her, extremely beautiful. Thick, strawberry-blonde locks fell gently upon her lightly freckled shoulders and continued halfway down her back. She had deep brown eyes that popped without the excessive use of makeup, and lips, perfectly plump and pink, that puckered slightly when she sipped her orange juice. Tonight she wore a baby-blue tank top under which her sensible, nude-colored bra was slightly visible, and which housed a pair of substantial, apple-sized breasts. The rest of her flawless body, tonight, was hidden by sweatpants and some poofy slippers with monkeys on them. She was the kind of cool girl that Dan crushed on in high school. It turns out that not much had changed for him since then. Even Ron found her attractive and made dirty jokes about "doing her" when Glenn was in another room. Dan always considered those jokes to be in bad taste, and yet he always felt his manliness stiffen whenever someone mentioned her. He even fantasized about multiple situations ending with he and Ashley alone together, sexually satisfied, cuddling, and kissing. Most of the time in these fantasies, Ron also ended up in jail or locked outside. Dan hadn't had a real, long-term girlfriend in about four years, so the sad extent of his sexual pleasure came from this brief, bi-monthly encounter with the girl of his dreams. Glenn, finally responding to his daughter, said, "You know, Dan, here, teaches history. Maybe he can help you out if you're having trouble." Dan tried not to blush too hard as everyone then turned their attention to him. Dan knew by her reputation that Ashley was smart enough to have graduated from high school at sixteen; she certainly would not need any help with a little history assignment. Regardless, Ashley politely responded with a chuckle, "That's fine. I think I can handle it this time. But I'll definitely come to you if I need anything. You work at my school, right?...Mr. Percy?" She smiled brightly at Dan. Dan had to swallow his spit again to talk, and he had to clear his throat awkwardly a couple of times before he could make words come out. "Uuhh, yeah," he said, " Yeah, my classroom is right across from the yearbook room." Dan swallowed again. He could feel Ron and the other two's jealous eyes making his blushing cheeks burn hotter. "Okay, yeah, I do some work for the yearbook sometimes, so maybe I will stop in and say hi soon," Ashley chirped. "Please do," Dan muttered kind of desperately, but nobody else seemed to notice. "Good luck with your game, guys! I'm going to go back upstairs. Goodnight, Papa." She kissed Glenn lightly on the top of his balding head. He smiled. Everyone waved goodbye as Ashley left. Ron purposefully tipped his chair back to get a good view of her butt as she flounced from the room. He made a barely audible wolf whistle that made Dan's blood boil. Finally, Glenn noticed the color of Dan's face. Dan claimed it was just the beer making him hot, so he excused himself from the table and went into the kitchen to get a glass of cool ice water. He took the opportunity to make sure his erection was hidden, only to turn around and find Ron coming in to get another beer out of the fridge. "You too, eh?" Ron chuckled, "I always get super horny when Ashley comes down. What I wouldn't do for a little squeeze of those fine titties." Ron leaned against the counter next to Dan. "She seemed pretty smiley at you tonight..." Dan just stared straight ahead. "Meh. I'm sure I was imagining it." Dan considered punching him, but the burly muscles attached to Ron's large arms changed his mind. Dan just forced a laugh instead and walked back into the dining room. The rest of the night proved just as unsuccessful for Dan as all of the other poker nights, if not worse, because Ron kept singling Dan out and teasing him about his bets. Again as everyone was leaving, Dan thought about telling Glenn he would not be coming back for any more poker nights, but right before he opened his mouth, Ron came up behind him and forcefully "patted" Dan on the back. "Better luck next game, man!" Ron taunted as he shook Dan a little bit to show his strength. "Thanks! Yeah, I can't wait!" Dan exclaimed, feigning cheer and trying to match Ron's annoying tone of voice. Ron laughed at that, and Dan could hear him continue to guffaw all the way down the front walk as Dan said his salutations to Glenn and thanked him for his hospitality. Upstairs, Ashley, from the window, watched every one of her dad's friends drive off in their noisy, rehabilitated junker pick-ups, and she then smiled as Mr. Percy strode slowly over to unlock his road bike and then rode calmly and silently off into the night. Poker Game I have four friends that get together every Friday night to drink, smoke tell lies and play poker. We alternate between the 5 of us hosting the game. They are my closest friends and really I have no secrets from them. All of them are married, and when we first started I was as well. We always have a great time playing poker together, and look forward to every Friday night. Like I said my friends knew me and knew some of the women I enjoyed over time. I think they lived their lives vicariously through me. They were always trying to get me to tell them of my exploits. Sometimes I would feed them some details. This one Friday James was hosting the game in his dining room. It was pretty late and we were getting pretty buzzed, when Mike asked me about my last exploit. I looked around to make sure everyone in the house had gone upstairs to bed. I told them, "I need to forewarn you this story is long and drawn out." They wanted me to continue, so I told them about Marie: She was 37 years old, divorced, 5'-9", weighed 145, her hair was light brown with blonde highlights. I am not sure if that is her natural color because her pussy is bald. Her bra size is 36DD natural and firm. I met her online in one of the BDSM chat rooms I frequented that is for Master/slave role playing. Her nickname was 'juliette'. I had seen her in the room before and never bothered speaking because she seemed to be an attention whore, and seemed only interested in teasing. One particular night she walked in the room. Maybe it was the way she walked in the room that attracted my attention. She quietly knelt down in the corner, head down eyes lowered. She not only caught my attention, but every other man in the room as well. The room flooded with public posts to her, and it was funny because most of the posts ASKED her to join them, or were very polite to her. She was not responding to any of them and finally when the posts to her slowed down I posted, *slapping my crop on my boot* "Crawl to me juliette and lick my boot slut." I suppose all those players in the room had no idea that juliette was a character in a Marquis de Sade novel. Juliette was an amoral nymphomaniac who engaged in every form of depravity known to man. She didn't hesitate and immediately started crawling over as the room filled with harsh comments to me. One in particular that got me was, "That is no way to talk to a lady." I smirked at him, "Google juliett my man and then come back and eat a little crow." Her post to me, *Crawling to you Sir, my head down my ass high, my full tits swaying under the thin robe. Taking your foot in my delicate hands, lifting it to my mouth and sliding my tongue over the sole of your heavy boot.* I immediately started talking to her in private and found out she had a strong desire to be humiliated, used as nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat. Her desire to serve a Master as a slave even for a day at a time was overwhelming, but she had a hard time finding anyone in real life due to her profession. She explained she was a VP for an Oil Company in Houston, Texas, and during her normal day to day she had to be stern, and demanding. She had to present an air of confidence and professionalism. If anyone found out her true inner self, her career would be ruined. Something about our relationship clicked from my first post to her. Demanding, humiliating and it was exactly what she craved. It really was the perfect storm for her. I was far enough away in Dallas that she could really relax and be herself. She didn't have to look over her shoulder when we went out. (Although I highly doubt anyone would recognize her, dressed like a total wanton whore, and not the demure VP they were use to seeing. Over the next few weeks we chatted on instant messenger. We spoke of many things, both as Marie and as juliette. She confided in me so many intimate details of her personal life, everyday ordinary stresses of the job to sexual desires. I found she had two distinct needs, one was her career and the need to succeed, and the other was to be able to turn that life completely off, and give in to her inner self. She emailed me some of her fantasies and believe me juliett had nothing on Marie. This is one depraved slut that has very few limits. All she asked of me is to not leave marks on her face, or cut her in any way. Anything else and I mean anything is on the table. I learned so much through reading some of her fantasies the one thing that stood out was her craving for pain and humiliation. She told me she often comes to Dallas on business We made plans to meet and I made her purchase special clothing for me. Short skirt, low cut blouse, half cup bra, stockings, garter belt, 5 inch slut pumps. We arranged for me to pick her up at DFW Airport on a Friday evening. (Yes I missed the poker game that night.) It was in December, so I told her to wear my outfit and put an overcoat on while in Houston. I didn't want anyone to recognize her there looking like a slut. Back at the poker game. I looked around the room, and my friends were captivated. So to make a long story short, I took her back to my dungeon and she was everything she said and more. I told them, She couldn't get enough humiliation that weekend. I took her shopping for a particular outfit to wear that night and then we went clubbing on Saturday night. Before the night was over I had her in the parking lot sucking strangers cocks, both black and white. My poker buddies wanted more details but it was getting late. I promised them when she came back the following Friday, I would host the poker game in my basement and she would be our party favor. The story I am about to tell happened when I hosted the game the following Friday. Maybe I should describe my basement. It really is more of a game room/dungeon. In one end is a game room, big screen TV, theater seating for 8, a poker table, wet bar, pool table, and pin ball machines. Between the two rooms is a Jack and Jill bathroom, with jacuzzi tub and steam shower. Through double doors made like a Wrought Iron Gate is my dungeon. The room is dominated by the king size bondage bed with cage built under the bed. Next to the bed is my leather chair. Across the back wall is the St Andrews Cross, the Spanking Horse, a Breeding Bench, and a Sex Swing. On the wall are the implements of torture: Various crops, floggers, nipple clamps, blindfolds, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and leash. During the week I explained to them a few rules. For one, she has one Master, and she addresses everyone else as Sir. I explained they can call her any name they want, she loves to be degraded. But I was still constantly getting phone calls from my friends asking a multitude of questions about the coming poker game, like: Don asked, "What can we do with her," I explained, "Anything you want except marking and cutting." James asked, "Will she allow us to touch her anywhere we want." I explained, "She has no choice, she is my owned whore and fuck who, and what I tell her." Mike asked, "Will she suck cock?" I told him, "Like a fucking pro." Phillip asked, "Is her ass in play." I laughed, "All her fuck holes are in play my friend, she loves to be used." I think I finally satisfied all their questions and the day finally arrived. Marie flew in Friday afternoon, I met her in baggage claim. As she rounded the corner I saw her, and she was the picture of your typical business woman. Hair done in a tight bun on the back of her head. She walked with such an air of confidence. Her overcoat tightly closed. The only thing out of the ordinary was her 5 inch heels. She ran into my arms throwing her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. She moaned into my mouth, "I have missed you so much Dick." I smiled, "I have missed you too Marie, hope you had a good flight." I took her pink collar from my pocket and placed it around her neck. Then turned to retrieve her bag. When I turned around she had removed her overcoat, draped it over her arm and her eyes were lowered. She was such a vision. Short skirt cut to about mid thigh, stockings and garter belt, 5 inch slut pumps. Her nipples clearly visible in her thin blouse. Every man in the room was gawking at her, even the men with women were trying to sneak a peak, as my slut stood demurely waiting. I grabbed her bag, hooked my little finger in the D-ring on her collar and gave it a firm tug. "Let's go home juliette, we have guests coming tonight." She moaned when I pulled her sharply, she loved being treated rough, "Mmmm yes Master, I hope I bring you pleasure tonight." Walking to the car I was telling her what I expected of her tonight. I told her four of my closest and dearest friends will be coming over to play poker and she is to be their entertainment, and all her fuck holes will be assessable. She was so happy she was trembling. "Oh God Yes Master I will be a great whore for you tonight, I will make you so proud." After we got in the car, I pulled her face to my crotch, "That's my good girl juliette, now suck my cock slut." Before I could get to I-635 juliette had my cock down her throat, gagging like a whore, and she instantly let the dominant part of her personality melt into a submissive wanton slut. Sucking, getting on her knees her ass raised, her skirt riding up showing her bare ass and cunt from behind. The truckers getting an eye full of this beautiful wicked whore bobbing up and down on my thick cock. Before she could finish I pulled up in front of the house. Groaning, she reluctantly pulled off my cock, whining, "Oh Master I want your cum..." We have very little time before our guests arrive my slut, so now I want you to freshen up and put your wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs on that I laid out for you on my bed. I smile as my slut skips up the stairs like a little girl, completely giddy like it was Christmas morning. "Come to the Dungeon after you freshen up slut." I puttered around making preparations for my friends, making sure there were plenty of refreshments in the game room, picked out a couple of good and nasty adult films, just to get the boys in the mood. I checked my watch and had about 20 minutes before they were to arrive, so I settled in my chair, flipped on the TV in the dungeon and slid in a favorite bondage video, when juliette appeared at the door. I motioned her to stop. I wanted to take this vision in. Holding her leash in one hand, her hair flowing over her shoulders, eyes lowered. I rose from my chair, walked to her, took the leash from her hand, and unbuttoned her blouse to her navel. Then pushed her to her hands and knees, and had her crawl after me to my chair. I sat down parted my legs and she crawled between them, resting her hands in her lap, head down. I spoke in a firm voice, "Are you prepared to serve Master and my friends tonight my slut?" Her voice trembling in anticipation, "Yes Sir, your slut only wants to please you. I am your property Master, use me as you wish." I unhooked her leash, "Good girl, I know you will make me proud. Now go kneel by the door and greet our guests as they arrive." She was stationed at the door when the bell rang, I hear her open the door and greet the first of my friends, "Hello Sir, I am juliette, I am here to service you tonight, Master is expecting you in the Game room." She did this each time one of my friends arrived, and each one came down stairs, and each already was hard with anticipation. James was the first to arrive and greeted me, "Damn brother, she is so fucking fine." I smiled, "She is here to please you James, you and all my friends." Each and every one said something very similar. How beautiful she was, how fucking sexy she was, until all of my poker buddies had arrived. She escorted the last one to the game room, and immediately went to each one and asked, "Sir may I get you something?" Taking drink orders one at a time, they watched as juliette moved to the wet bar for each drink. She made sure to bend at the waist each time she opened the fridge getting beers and frosty mugs. Her legs parted and her skirt riding up exposing her ass and pussy from behind. She stood very close to each one pouring their beer in a cold mug. It was obvious they could see her nipples down her open blouse. She made sure to rub her massive tits on each one, but no one would touch her. I was beginning to think they were content to just stare at her. After she finished serving drinks, she stood next to me. "I think you have to many clothes on slut." As I was dealing the next hand, she pulled her blouse from inside her skirt, slowly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse, and let it fall to the floor. Every eye was on her, taking in the sight of her beautiful breasts, her nipples standing erect a good inch from her aureola. I could see all the guys trying to adjust themselves without being too obvious. I thought I would up the ante so to speak. "Slut get on your knees and finish what you started in the car." I push my chair back to give her room and to also give the guys a good view. "Oh God Yes Master!" She quickly dropped to her knees and ripped the button on my jeans apart, sliding my zipper down and pulling my jeans down as I lift my hips. As soon as My semi-hard cock comes in view she grabs it and, slides her tongue all around the shaft. We were trying to play the game, but it was hard for them to concentrate on anything but this wanton slut, licking and sucking my hard cock, spitting on it and noisily slurping. I groan, "This bitch can suck cock like a pro, never had a blow job like juliette can give. She actually makes love to my dick." The pot was growing bigger, just like all the cocks in the room. Don was the first to fold and got up, moved closer to juliette. I guess the shyness had worn off because he knelt to one side of her and was mauling her tits as she continued her noisy sloppy wet sucking. He pinched and pulled her long hard nipples, twisting and pulling them, leaning over and taking a nipple between his teeth biting into her sensitive nipples. She pulled off my cock to give her appreciation, "Fuck yes Sir, chew on them, make those nipples hurt." James threw his hand in and joined Don on the other side of her, sliding his hand down over her ass to her dripping cunt, slipping his finger easily in her pussy, "Damn Dick she is fucking wet!" I groaned, "My bitch loves being used, don't you slut?" She tried shaking her head yes and moan. I slapped her face, "Use your words whore, tell them what you are juliette!" Pulling my cock from her throat, spittle dribbling down her chin, "I am a worthless piece of shit Master, only good for one thing and that is to be used as a three holed slut for Your pleasure." Grabbing her head, and forcing her down on my cock again, throwing my cards in and folding. "That's my good girl, you are my nasty little fucktoy." James was jamming his fingers in her dripping cunt as my balls began to boil, knowing I was close to blowing my load. juliette was bouncing up and down on his fingers, moaning and groaning, needing her first cum of the day. Don was sucking her big tits, chewing on her hard nipples as I grabbed her ears and jammed my cock down her throat making her gag, pulling her mouth away, she gasped, "Cum, can I cum Master...pleaseeee." "Cum with me slut," She was stroking and sucking the head of my cock as I blew my heavy load in her mouth. She was grinding her cunt into James' fingers cumming like a whore, groaning, moaning and gagging on my cum. Trying to swallow every drop, an impossible task as some dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. Wiping my cum from her chin and sucking her fingers, "Thank you Master!" I pulled my jeans up, slid my chair in laughing, "Who's deal is it anyway?" Phillip chimes in chuckling, "It is my deal, so does that mean she sucks me?" That instantly gave me an idea, "OK, new rules of the game brothers. Dealer conducts the slut, for as long as the hand lasts. Then the next dealer takes over." Phillip smiles, "Fuck yes!" Starts the deal, as juliette moves to his side waiting on her orders. "Take the skirt off, please." I immediately correct him, "Don't ever say please to this slut, she is here for pleasure and you are dominant over her!" Phillip corrects himself, "Take your skirt off I want to see that pussy slut." She immediately drops her skirt, standing there in just her half cup black bra, her full firm tits perched on top, nipples so erect, black garter and dark stockings with her 5 inch heels, she looked like a porn star. Phillip moaned as he inspected her, trying to deal the hand, he was all thumbs, and the guys had to chuckle. Phillip was getting in the spirit of it, "I want you to suck my cock under the table juliette." "Yes Sir, with pleasure Sir," Dropping to her knees and crawling under the table. His eyes wide as she takes his cock in her expert mouth, moaning, "Oh shit yesss." The game takes on a new meaning now, everyone stayed on Phillip to deal, as we all knew he was stalling. The hand was moving faster, as I folded and lit up a cigar, then James folds and heads to the john. Phillip has his hand on her head jamming his cock in her hungry mouth, between deals. Phillip moans, "Suck me bitch, suck that fucking cock." juliette was moaning and noisily sucking his dick, stroking his shaft, "Fuck my face Sir, jam this beautiful cock in my whore throat, I love it." Phillip was so close to cumming, he was groaning, jamming his hips into her, driving his cock in her throat, "Oh fuck yesss juliette suck so good." The hand ended before Phillip could cum and Mike immediately took the deal, "Get over here slut." juliette pulled off Phillips cock and he protested, "NO! I am not through!" Mike laughed, "Sorry bout your luck brother, but rules are rules." Phillip didn't even bother pulling his pants up, his cock still throbbing as he is slowly stroking, taking his cards. She quickly stands beside Mike awaiting her instructions, her pussy glistening and her labium puffy and open from excitement, "Anything I can do for you Sir?" Mike slides his chair back pulls his pants down, his big cock throbbing against his belly, "Yes I want that cunt, sit on my lap and fuck me slut." Phillip protested again, "You can't deal with her in your lap!" Mike laughs as juliette straddles him and slides the head of his big cock in her vagina, "You watch me bro." She slowly lowers herself on his throbbing dick, "Fuckkkkk yesssss, so good, so big Sir." Slowly rising and settling down, enjoying the feel of a cock in her wanton cunt. Mike doing his best to stay in the game, but folding. Between dealing the needed cards, he is mauling her big tits as she is now bouncing furiously on his dick, "Soo fucking tight baby, sooo fucking good, fuck me slut." I am smiling proudly at my slut as I watch, puffing on my cigar, drinking the last of the beer from the mug. "You make Master proud baby girl." Mike is driving his cock into her, and she is flipping her long hair side to side enjoying his cock filling her cunt, moaning, "Oh God fuck me Sir, use this worthless cum dump." This sends Mike over the edge and he slams his hips into her, busting his nut deep in her cunt, "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssss, Oh shittttttttttt." She looks over at me pleading, "Pleaseeee Master may your slut cum, I need to cum so badddd." I simply nod, and she explodes, "Oh, oh, oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk thank you Masterrrrrrr." The hand ends just as Mike blew his load in juliette, I looked at her, "Get me another beer slut." I watched as she crawled off Mikes lap, a mix of cum running down her thigh as every eye watched that ass of hers. Poker Game She brings me a fresh frosty mug and pours my beer, "Slut clean that cum from your thighs. You look like trailer trash." Time stands still in the room as juliette places her delicate foot on the arm of my chair, her open dripping cunt in view of everyone. She slides her fingers over her thighs, scoops the mixture of cum and slides her fingers in her mouth, sucking nosily. Then taking four fingers and digging in her open pussy scooping out the cum and again sucking the juice from her fingers. "Much better slut, now you look presentable." "Thank you Master, I was born to be Your pleasure." James looks at her, "My turn bitch!" He stands and removes his pants, sits down and spreads his legs. She quickly scurries around the table standing beside him, "Yes Sir, anything you desire Sir." James is dealing the next hand, "Get on your knees and lick my balls first slut." "Mmmm yes Sir, will be my pleasure to be your ball licking whore." She drops and crawls under the table and slathers his nut sack, lifting his big hairy balls up and licking, sucking one then the other in her mouth, his cock throbbing. "Sir may slut stroke your big cock please?" All James could do was moan a feeble, "Yesss." I can hear juliette slurping her spit from his balls, spitting on his dick and noisily jacking him off, He was moaning loudly now, trying his best to deal cards, as one folds and then another. James growls, "Suck it bitch!" Juliette eagerly takes his cock in her hungry mouth, bobbing her head, taking him all the way down her throat, and sliding her tongue out to lick. Holding his cock in her throat, still cupping his big balls. James, couldn't hold back and shot a heavy load in her throat. "GODddddddddddddddddddd yessssssss slut, fuckkkkkkkkkk." She is gulping his hot cum, sliding her mouth up and down making sure she didn't miss a drop, moaning, "Soo good Sir, I love cum so much." The hand ends, and Don takes the deal, "Come to me slut!" She quickly takes her place beside him still licking her lips, as she moves I can easily see her juice coating the inside of her thighs. Don deals the first hand then turns to juliette, "Bend over and show me that asshole bitch." "Mmmm yes Sir!" She turns her back to Don, bends over and grabs her ankles, her ass not 6 inches from his face. Don licks his lips and then slides his tongue slowly up the crack of her ass. "Spread that ass open slut, show me that hot fucking asshole." She reaches back and pulls her ass cheeks wide open for him, her tight brown hole coated with her juice. "Like this Sir?" Don deals a few cards then, slides his fingers down, smearing his fingers in her cunt juice then presses his fingers to her bum hole. I smile at my slut, "Tell Don what that ass is good for bitch." She looks over her shoulder at him, "Sir this asshole is good for fucking, I love to be ass fucked like the whore I am." Don takes the hint, "Show me what that ass is good for slut." "Oh yes Sir!" She reaches back and grabs his cock, aims it at her tight sphincter and once she feels the head of his dick at her opening she slowly settles down on it, driving his cock all the way in her asshole. "Mmmmmmm so fucking good in my ass Sir, so big in my slut hole, thank you Sir!" He is moaning, grinding his hips into her, "Damn baby so hot, so tight, fuck me with that ass bitch." The game comes to a standstill as we all watch her fuck him with her hot gorgeous ass, she is now slamming down on his dick driving him deep in her bowels, moaning, "God so good, feels so good deep in my ass, love to be an ass whore." I smiled at her, "Rub that cunt slut, finger that slut hole and make yourself cum with Don." juliette immediately jammed three fingers deep in her sloppy wet cunt, "God thank you Master, thank you." Don has lost control and had his hands on her hips driving his cock deep in her ass, his breathing labored, "Oh fuckkkk cummingggg nowwwww." As he humped into her holding her down on his dick, he shot his load deep in her ass. She was jamming her fingers in her fuckhole, rubbing her clit and when Don said the magic words she bucked, threw her head back, her legs twitching as she made herself cum hard. "Yesssss fuckkkk yessss sooo gooddddddddd, thank you Masterrrr." I look the guys, "Let's take a little break." Smiling at juliette, "Come my slut." Crooking my finger at her and pointing at the floor beside me. She gracefully moves to my side, kneeling and placing her head in my lap, then looking up at me and whispering, "Thank you for tonight Master, the best night of my life." Stroking her hair softly, "I am so proud of you my baby." The guys were stretching their legs, grabbing a fresh beer and settling in the theater seats watching the bondage scene unfold on the TV. I snapped the leash on juliette's collar and led her crawling on her hands and knees to the dungeon. It didn't take them long to follow, watching her fine ass sway as she crawled beside me like a puppy dog. I led her to the breeding bench. Made her lay on her back and attached her ankle cuffs up on the outriggers. Leaving her arms free. I dropped my pants, and shorts, straddling the bench and lowering my ass to her face. "What do you want slut, tell Master." "Please let your slut eat your ass Master, you know what a dirty ass licking whore I am." I squat over her mouth and feel her hands spread my ass cheeks wide and then her tongue flick over my asshole, licking and lapping as I move my hips back and forth. "Good girl, eat your Master's asshole like the slut you are." Phillip got down on his hands and knees between juliette's outstretched legs, "I haven't cum yet slut and I am going to dump my load in that fucking cunt." Slamming his long hard cock deep, shoving all 9 inches in her with one thrust. She groaned, but not a disapproving groan, but one of appreciation, between munching on my asshole, she growled, "Fuck me, fuck the shit out of me Sir, I need your cum." I was dragging my balls over her face, as she was stroking my massive dick, and licking my balls and asshole. "Yes bitch, show me what a good ass licking cunt you are, show me bitch." She was going at my ass like a woman possessed, licking and trying to jam her tongue up my shit hole, moaning and groaning as Phillip was fucking her deep and hard. Mike and James were working on her tits, placing the nipple clamps on and tugging her nipples as she winced in pain, "Oh shittttt, oh it hurts, fuck it hurts so gooddddd." Don was watching and stroking his semi hard cock taking it all in waiting for a hole to open up, I looked at him, knowing this was their night. I stepped over juliette, "Don come use the whore's mouth." Before I walked away I pulled her mouth open with my thumb, bent and spit in her open mouth. Marie let out a grateful moan to me as Phillip was slamming in her cunt driving that big cock in her pussy, she started jacking Mike and James as she ground her hips into Phillip, grunting like a rutting pig. Don straddled her face and shoved his cock in her mouth, driving all 6 inches down her throat. "Throat fuck my shit covered cock slut, can you taste your shit whore?" All she could say was, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmm." I settle in my leather chair, light up my cigar and watch my friends enjoying my owned whore, smiling as she is getting what she has always needed. Phillip suddenly grunts loudly and explodes in her cunt, filling her hot pussy with his seed, growling like a bear, "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, yessssssssssss." He pulls out, his cock limp, dripping with his cum and her juice, rolls over and curls up on the rug. Mike immediately takes Phillips place, rubbing his hard cock up and down her cum filled cunt, then placing his cock against her anus and drives all 7 inches deep in one hard thrust. Knowing this is exactly how this slut loves to be ass fucked, hard and deep. Don is still throat fucking her, his balls slapping against her chin as he drives his thick cock deep, "Suck me bitch, suck me you cocksucking whore." juliette is moaning having her ass and throat filled, grinding her ass into Mike, stroking James keeping him nice and hard until he can claim one of her fuck holes. Mike slamming violently into her ass stretching her asshole, pulling out and watching her shit hole gape open, then shoving easily back in. "Look at that nasty fucking shit hole bitch, such a whore you are." Don drives his dick in her throat and dumps his load deep. She gags at the suddenness of it, spiting up a little bile and his cum but begins swallowing hard, catching up as he drains his nuts into this cum dump. "Shitttt yessss, fuckkkkkkkk, so goodddddd bitchhhhh." James can't wait and shoves Don off, laughing. "My turn bro, I need that mouth." Wasting no time and jamming his 7 inch thick cock in her open mouth, juliette stoking and sucking like a true cocksucking whore, moaning as she makes love to his cock, "I love your cock Sir, so thick, so hard, fuck my face please." Mike hearing this slut talk like a wanton whore, slams deep, grinding his hips into her and bust his nut in her shit hole, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yessssss shittttttt." James is loving just standing there looking down at this slut making love to his cock, stroking, licking up each side of his shaft, kissing the head then taking it down her throat, moaning as she sucks him. "Oh fuck bitch, I need that pussy, I need to feel you." "Oh God yes please fuck this slut cunt Sir, I need that thick cock in my fuckhole now," Marie moaned. It didn't take James long to get in position, grabbing her outstretched ankles, and driving his thick shaft in that tight, sloppy wet pussy, groaning loudly. "Oh baby so fucking tight, fucking good slut." She is grinding her cunt back into him, driving his thick fuckstick deeper in her, "Fill me Sir, show this worthless fucking whore what these fuckholes are for." James is driving his dick in her, rocking her back and forth, her big tits swaying from the force, grunting every time his pelvis hit hers, "Shit so good, so fucking good, going to make me cum slut" I was watching the look on Marie's face and I knew the slut needed to cum, she looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please Master, please can your slut cum for you?" I got up grabbed the flogger, slowly rotating it in circles and bringing it down on her nipples over and over, she was moaning and groaning, rocking side to side, "Yes slut cum for Master, cum now you whore!" juliette screamed a hoarse scream, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, OHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God yesssssssss." This drove James over the edge and he started blowing his big load in her wet cunt, grunting and groaning, "Arghhhhh Yesssss Damnnnnnn fuckkkkkk." It was getting late and the guys got dressed, and couldn't thank me enough for a wonderful erotic experience. All asked when we can get together with juliette again. She looked at me and mouthed quietly, "Please." I said, "Soon, perhaps we can set something up next month." I walked over to juliette and released her ankles, removed her collar as she lay totally spent on the bench. I kissed her gently on her forehead. The guys all came over, bent and kissed her tenderly, she whispered to each one, "Thank you." I picked Marie up in my strong arms and carried her to the Jacuzzi, filled the tub with hot water, undressed her and placed her in the tub. I brought two glasses of wine, climbing in the tub with her. She curls up in my arms, "I love you Dick." Poker Game A few buddies of mine from work love to get together every so often to play poker. We try to play whenever given the chance, and there are several of us at work who love to play. We are all mainly in our forties and fifties, and our games are all in good nature. It had been a few months since we last played, and Chris and myself tried to gather up a few others to play. We decided to play at my house the following Saturday night. That morning I went out and picked up a few items from the store. I got the typical necessities like beer and chips, and when I returned home I got a call from Chris. He told me that Steve and Dave wouldn't be able to make it, but that he got a buddy of his, and a coworker of his to play. I told him I was ok with that, and anyway I had already bought several times for that night. That night Chris and the other two guys came over. Mike was around our age, and seemed like a very likable guy. His buddy Jason was quite a bit younger, and couldn't had been more than twenty five or so. He was a bit on the conceded side, and he talked about how he was going to take all of our money from us. I tried initially to drown him out, but after several minutes I become extremely annoyed by him. I couldn't wait to kick his ass, and show him who the best was at poker. We had played almost an hour, and Jason was a bit better than I had originally thought. He had taken me on two good hands, and I fell for his bluff on both occasions. I was down quite a bit now, and he sat across from me bragging how many chips he had in front of him. This just infuriated me that much more, and I was more determined than ever to put this young prick in his place. I wasn't about to let him beat me like this, and I couldn't wait to win back some of the money had had taken from me already. Over the next hour I began to get hot. I had won back some of my money I had lost to Jason, and he suddenly had finally shut up how good he was. He then began to make excuses how he had let me win. That just incited me that much more, and the game began to get extremely personal for me from that point on. It was shortly after that when my wife Jen had strolled out into the kitchen for something. She had stopped to say something to Chris, and I could see young Jason salivating over her. I watched as Jen made eye contact with him. I could tell Jason was undressing her with his eyes, and Jen gave him a brief smile before strolling back into the living room. Jen stood 5'5 and around 140 pounds or so. She was a year younger than me, but didn't look a day over forty. She had nice big tits to go along with a beautiful curved ass, and young Jason was getting his jollies off just watching her. We had played for another hour or so when Chris said he had to go. I had won back almost three quarters what I had lost, and I felt good about doing that. Chris was just about to get up from the table when Jason said, "How about one more game!" Chris looked over at me and I said, "I am fine with that." This would give me one last chance to show this young prick something before he leaves. Chris dealt out the cards, and to my excitement had dealt me three tens. I now had that young prick on the ropes as he threw away three of his own cards. Chris and his buddy immediately dropped out of the hand just leaving Jason and myself. He then said he was all in, and pushed his whole pile of chips to the middle of the table. He knew I couldn't match his bet, and Chris immediately piped out that there was a limit on much you could bet. Jason gave me a stern look and said, "Are you in or not?" I wanted to beat him so badly now, and I began to offer him a few material things I had laying around the house to cover my bet. He didn't want any of what I had to offer, and then suddenly surprised all of us when he said, "What about putting up that lovely wife of yours? I knew he was bluffing me at that point, and I thought about for a good few seconds. I finally said to him, "You're on!" Chris piped up, "Are you sure you want to do that? It is only a poker game!" I sat there for a few seconds staring down at my hand. I then said to him, "Let's play!" Chris and his buddy stood there with a shocked look on their faces. I sat there nervously as Jason said to me, "Let's see what you got!" I then laid down my three ten's on the table. Chris immediately let out a sigh, and I said to Jason, "Beat that!" Jason sat there for a good few seconds staring at what he had in his hand. I felt a huge rush of adrenalin, and I knew I had the young prick right where I wanted. It felt so great being on top and that was when Jason laid down his cards. I watched in horror as Jason laid a flush down onto the table. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The bastard had beaten me once again, but this time it was for more than money. My wife was his prize, and he began to gloat across the table from me. My heart began to race even faster now, and Chris and his buddy said it was time for them to go. The two of them hurried off, but young Jason stayed behind. He wanted what was coming to him, and I stood there embarrassed not knowing what to do next. I had never suspected in my wildest dreams that he would beat me like that. I began to reason with him that it wasn't possible for him to fuck my wife Jen. I did my best to calm him down, and I even offered him money in exchange. Jason didn't want my money, all he wanted was my wife Jen, and he said to me, "I can't wait to fuck your lovely wife!" The hate and anger between us was quite evident. I tried to reason with him one last time, but he wasn't about to take no for an answer. He had every intension on fucking Jen, and he now went into the kitchen. He grabbed a roll of duct tape off the counter, and returned a few seconds later with one of the kitchen chairs. "Sit down cuck!" he said to me. "You can't do this!" I said to him. "Watch me!" Jason was much bigger and stronger than me, and at 6'2 and two hundred pounds I was no match for his physical presence. He forced me down onto the chair, and I quickly felt my hands being secured to the back of the chair with the duct tape. He then duct tape my ankles to the bottom of the chair leaving me totally immobilized. "I am going to enjoy fucking your loving wife with my big cock right in front of you!" he replied. "Please no! Can't we work something else out," I said to him. "No! You should had known better than to use your wife as a poker chip!" Jason grunted out. He then walked down the hallway and into our bedroom. I heard a commotion between the two of them, and a few minutes later he led Jen out into the living room. She had been already dress for bed, and she wore a tight white t-shirt with nothing else on underneath it. Her tits were quite visible through it, and the t-shirt hung down just enough to cover the cheeks of her nice round butt. "What did you do?" Jen yelled at me. "You used me as a poker chip! What a big asshole you are!" Jen and I had been going through some marriage problems over the past year. We hadn't been intimate in more than three months, and young Jason now had control of her. He now stood Jen right in front of me. He had one arm across the front of her shirt, while his other hand felt up each of her lovely big tits. I felt jealous and humiliated, and Jason began to kiss Jen on the neck. A few minutes later he slid his hand down in between her legs. He felt how aroused she was, and he made it a point to tell me. He then said to her, "Get on your knees baby! I want you to suck my big fucking cock in front of your husband!" Jen knelt down in front of him, and opened up the young man's pants. She pulled out his huge cock, and her eyes lit up like saucers. "Don't do it Jen!" I pleaded with her. She ignored my wishes, and after just a few seconds she slid his big cock into her waiting mouth. She did her best to suck on it, and before I knew it Jason began to ram several inches of his cock deeply into Jen's warm mouth. He fucked her mouth for several minutes as Jen did as she was told. Her hands dug deeply into the young man's tight ass, and her arousal only grew from that point on. A short time later Jason lifted Jen back up to her feet. We had a five foot round ottoman in the center of the living room, and he dragged it over in front of me. He had Jen lay down onto her back, and knelt down in between her legs. He slowly raised up her long white t-shirt just enough to show her wet swollen pussy. He then moved his head down in between her legs. He began to suck and lick her swollen pussy in front of me as Jen began to moan out. I felt a range of emotions at that point, and Jen's body began to tremble and quiver on the ottoman. He had licked her pussy for several minutes with his long tongue, and he had Jen on the edge of a powerful orgasm. She laid there moaning out, and urging him not to stop. She held tightly onto the back of his head, and forced his tongue even deeper inside her. Then seconds later she screamed loudly out. She began to cum hard all over Jason's face as her body thrashed around on the ottoman. I hadn't heard her cry out like that in years, and she now begged him to fuck her. Jason then grabbed onto each of her legs, and slid her body over to the edge of the ottoman. He looked over at me and said, "You want to see your lovely wife be fucked by a big cock!" I sat there quietly in defeat as my heart raced extremely fast. Her swollen pussy was just a few feet from where I sat. Jason began to tease her with his big hard cock, and he ran it against her swollen cunt. Jen began to cry wildly out, "Oh yes! I want you to fuck me with that big cock!" "You want my big cock baby?" Jason asked her one last time. "Yes! Yes!" Jen cried out. Jason then pushed a few inches of his cock in between the swollen lips of her pussy. Jen immediately cried out, and I once again begged for him not to fuck her. This only incited him that much more, and he now began to push even more of his cock deeper into her. Jen's moans now grew with more intensity, and she quickly felt another powerful orgasm building. It had been several minutes later, and young Jason was now pounding my wife with his huge cock. Jen cries filled the living room, and she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Then just seconds later I heard my wife scream out like never before, and she began to cum extremely hard all over Jason's young cock right in front of me. I had never seen her experience an orgasm of that magnitude ever before. Her body shook and quivered, and young Jason glanced over at me for my reaction. A few minutes later Jason took Jen's spot on the ottoman. He had her climbed up on top of his huge cock as he removed her long white t-shirt. He told Jen how great her tits were, and he had his hands all over each of them. They fucked only a few feet from where I sat, and I watched my wife's beautiful ass bounce up and down onto his the shaft of his huge cock. She fucked him hard, and young Jason told her what a slut she was. Several minutes had nearly passed, and Jen was once again on the verge of cumming. Jason then pulled her chest down against his. He cupped her beautiful ass with both hands, and began to ram every inch of his large cock hard up into her. This pushed Jen over the edge, and she once again screamed out into another powerful orgasm right in front of me. I felt extremely helpless and jealous as my wife enjoy his young big cock. He now wanted to take her from behind. He had Jen get onto all fours on the ottoman. Her face was pointed directly toward me, and Jason got in behind her lovely curved ass. Jen loves to be fucked from behind, and she urged Jason to give it to her good and hard. Jason now held tightly onto each of Jen's hips. He rammed every inch of his cock deeply into her from behind as Jen screamed out in total pleasure. She acted like a slut and she urged him on, "Give it to me! Harder! Harder!" Jason now pounded her even harder from behind. The sound of pounding flesh filled the living room, and Jen began to scream out like never before. He now grabbed the back of Jen's hair, and pulled her head up off the ottoman. I stared directly into my wife's eyes as they began to close periodically. She was once again on the edge of a powerful and intense orgasm, and she began to cry out one last time, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jason gave her several hard thrust with his huge cock. Jen could no longer take it, and seconds later she screamed out. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her tits thrashed back n forth across her chest. Her orgasm went on for a good minute, and it left her worn out and exhausted. Jason then flipped her body back over onto her back. He slid back on top of her, and he began to fuck her very hard for the next few minutes. He then began to grunt out as he slid his throbbing cock in and out of Jen's quivering pussy. A few minutes later he removed his throbbing cock from Jen's pussy. He began to stroke on it as it hovered over top of her stomach. I could hardly watch, and seconds later I heard him grunt out with force. His cock began to erupt, and he shot multiple streams of cum all over Jen's face and big tits leaving them covered in cum. I sat there embarrassed and humiliated that my wife of almost twenty years could be fucked and seduced by such a young prick like Jason. I then ordered Jason to untie me, and he stood there with a sarcastic smile and said, "I am not done yet with your wife!" "Please Jason!" I pleaded with him. "What are you complaining about? I can see you are getting off on this! You like watching your wife get fucked hard! Don't you?" Jason replied. I sat there with a major hard on as Jen had gone into the restroom to clean up. When she returned a few minutes later Jason was eagerly waiting for her. His cock was already hard once again, and he told Jen that he wanted to fuck her again. I was helpless and I begged Jen not to let him fuck her again. "You used me for some stupid bet, and now you are getting what you deserve!" she said to me. Jen then laid down onto her back on the ottoman. Jason now stood reverse over top of her face. He looked directly at me as my wife began to suck on his big balls. He grabbed onto each of her ankles, and pulled her legs wide apart or me to see. Her pussy was gaped wide open, and moisture covered the lips of her swollen pussy. I had never seen her this aroused ever before, and young Jason used that to his advantage. A few minutes later he switched positions. He now wanted to fuck her badly, and he knelt down in between her legs. He grabbed onto each of her ankles, and yanked her legs wide apart. He then sunk his huge cock back into her wet pussy, and Jen immediately let out a loud cry. He fucked her hard right there on the ottoman, and I watched Jen's tits moved in unison with every thrust of his cock. Several minutes had now passed, and Jen was on the verge of cumming once again. She screamed out loudly, and held tightly onto each of her big tits with both hands. Her body shook hard, and seconds later she began to cum once again right in front of me. Her orgasm was extremely intense, and it went on for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't believe my wife would do something like this to me, but she was right I deserved it. I might not been the best at keeping her fulfilled, and now Jason was filling that void in her life that she had always desired. Those talks we had that I had basically ignored now began to fill my head. I should had done more to keep this from happening, but now it was all too late. Several minutes had passed, and Jason now wanted Jen to get on all fours up on the ottoman. Her ass sat high in the air, and her face was facing towards my way. A few seconds later Jason got in behind her beautiful ass. He forced his huge cock back into her, and he began to fuck her hard once again. Jen began to immediately cry out, and she urged young Jason on. "Give it to me! Harder! Harder!" she cried out. He gave it to her good and hard from behind for the next several minutes. My wife cry out again and again, and after several minutes she began to scream out once again into another extremely earth shattering orgasm. I had never seen her cum so hard or this many times ever before, and she looked over at me with an exhausted look on her face. She acted like a total slut, and she loved every second of Jason's big cock. Jason continued to fuck her hard from behind for the next twenty minutes or so. He then began to grunt out, and seconds later I watched as he began to cum hard inside my wife's pussy. He then had my wife turn with her ass towards me. I watched as his cum oozed from her just fucked pussy down onto the ottoman. "Did you like that cuck?" he asked. I sat there quietly in defeat as he began to get dressed. He left a few minutes later as my wife began to untie me. I said to her, "I see you like the way he had fucked you! Didn't you? You acted like a total slut!" "This was all your fault! You were the one who used me as a poker chip if you remember, and you want to know something else? He fucked me extremely good!" We both went to bed mad that night as I slept on the couch. In the end my wife was right I did use her. I now know better, but the damage had already been done. That following Monday Chris came up to me and asked what had happened. I told him that Jason had fucked Jen and Chris said, "No way!" It took a few days before we began to talk with one another again. I know knew exactly what she needed and wanted, and I apologized for using her in a fashion that wasn't right. Over the next several weeks our relationship began to change for the better. I now began to listen and communicated with her. The thoughts of Jason fucking her still haunt me, but at least I didn't lose her to him or any other man. I still had a lot to be grateful for.