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Master Telepath: High Stakes Poker

By Victor Ramierez

"What do you mean we can't watch it Jim?" Bobby was stunned. The two guys had been waiting for the next Wrestlemania and had arranged for the show to be on at Jim's house this time around.

"My dad is playing poker that night, he says we can't be in the way making noise when they're trying to play."

Bobby was disappointed.

"I think I'll come over anyway Jim, I was looking forward to meeting your parents and I think they're going to love me," he smiled and gave his pal a friendly slap on the shoulder.

Bobby walked into the meals room near the kitchen, looking at the green felt topped poker table, which was already set up with beers and snacks. Off to one side he could see the edge of the big screen TV in the next room, and he felt his lip curl up in a snarl. He had really wanted to see the main event tonight, he didn't watch much wrestling but he always enjoyed Wrestlemania once a year.

Jim's dad, Barry, was sitting with his back to Bobby, he was a large man, tall and stocky, if he drank or ate too much more he would slip over the line into the realm of fat. He had a bushy brown moustache and he was wearing a Yankees baseball cap and a green Indy 500 t-shirt, looking every bit the weekend sports fan.

"Dad, this is Bobby," said Jim to his father as he gestured at their guest.

Barry spun his head and gave Bobby a big grin.

"Glad to meet you Bobby," he shook Bobby's hand and threw him a bag of pretzels off the table.

"So what are you fellas up to tonight?"

"I thought I might join in the poker game," said Bobby as he quickly gave Barry's mind a slap to encourage his complicity.

"Ok Bob, sounds like a plan. Every played before?" he laughed as his friend Ted jovially slapped down a six-pack of beer and dropped down into the chair alongside him.

Tonight's game consisted of six players, Barry, four friends of his, and Bobby. Jim watched nervously from the sidelines, unsure of what to do as he watched his friend play against his dad.

"So what do you think Bob?" chuckled Barry. "Got anything there?" he made a mock gesture of pretending to look over the top of the cards at Bobby's hand.

"You bet," Bobby threw a few bucks into the pile to raise the bet.

A moment later it was over, Bobby laid his cards out on the table and won again.

It helped that he knew both what the other players had in their hands, what their strategy was, and that he could also make them play the way he wanted. He had laughed as he watched Big Joe's face as he realised he had just thrown two aces back by accident, and was now left with a hand made up of nothing.

Bobby hadn't made it too one sided, he had let the others win now and again, but he was slowly building up all the cash.

Two hours into the evening the front door opened and Jim's stepmother exploded into the kitchen, she was a whirlwind of personality and sound, like a young Dolly Parton.

"Hi fellas, how's it going?" she asked with a sexy accent as she made her way across the room into the kitchen. She was a curvy blonde, who had squeezed into a white, skin-hugging, thigh-length dress. Her long blonde hair hung down her back, swaying back and forth as she walked and it nearly reached down to her fantastically tight butt, which was clearly defined by the tight material.

"I got some more beer, Honey," she carried another six-pack from the kitchen over to the table; she leaned forwards and placed the bottles on the table next to her husband. She bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then looked up at Bobby.

The sultry looking middle-aged woman, smiled sweetly at Bobby as she batted her long eyelashes at him. Bobby caught himself following the line of the long gold chain that hung against her tanned skin, down into the spectacular cleavage between her double d cup tits.

"Hello there," she smiled as she caught Bobby's eye as he looked up from her tits.

"Hi," grinned Bobby like an idiot.

Barry's wife Sherri didn't care that he had been staring at her tits, she liked the attention, and if guys didn't stare then the money she had paid for these babies had been wasted.

"Who's this," she asked as she slid down into her husband's lap and grinned at him.

"One of Jim's friends, his name's Bobby."

It was nearly 11 at night and almost everyone had been cleaned out. Bobby, Joe, and Barry were the only ones left with any cash. Bobby had even scored an old Rolex watch from Tony, who had thought he had a winning hand and didn't after all.

They played their hands and Joe's last bit of cash fell into Barry's pot of money.

"Thanks Joe, you've made my night," grinned Barry as his friend looked annoyed.

Bobby had been setting up for this for a while now, Barry thought he was on a great streak of luck and he and everyone else in the room thought he was just about unbeatable.

"It's almost time to go, let's make things interesting," suggested Bobby.

"Ok you're on, double or nothing."

"Ok, how are you going to match my stake," said Bobby as he picked up the cards he had been dealt, and arranged his money out before him.

"Um," Barry was thinking, and looking around the room for something to bet.

Bobby grabbed the Pepsi that Sherri placed on the table next to him.

"Thanks Mrs G," Bobby turned to look at her as she walked back into the kitchen. "That's a mighty fine woman you have there," said Bobby, trying to be slightly subtle.

Barry immediately saw his chance.

"I'll throw her in, what do you say?"

"What do you mean?" asked Bobby.

"You can have her for the night, if you win, but you won't."

"What the hell did you just do?" asked Sherri as she came out of the kitchen and slapped her husband over the back of his head, causing the cap to fall off onto the table before him.

"Honey, it's ok," he whispered comically at her. "I can beat him any day of the week."

Sherri knew in her mind that this was true, she thought about it for a second and then nodded.

"Ok," she said with a smile, in support of her husband. "If you win you get to go a round or two with these," and she pulled the front of her stretchy dress down to reveal her white lacy bra underneath, which was struggling to control her weighty tits.

"Well if you're both sure, ok then, I'm game," Bobby grinned, gotcha!

Bobby laid his cards out and looked at their faces, Barry looked down at his cards on the table and then back again at Bobby's.

Sherri was standing there, aghast.

"How could you lose?" she slapped him on the arm. "You moron!" she slapped his head several times.

Barry was speechless and kept looking down at his cards and then back over at Bobby's.

"Wow Bobby, you won," hissed Jim in his ear as he leant forwards over his friend's shoulder.

"Cool eh?"

Bobby reached out and grabbed the entire pile of money and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Now about the matter of the rest of my payment," Bobby reached over and grabbed hold of Sherri's arm and before she could protest he pulled her over to him.

"Surely we can come to some other arrangement," she pleaded.

"Sorry lady, a bet's a bet. Now I believe these were on offer too," he said as he grabbed hold of the shoulders of her dress and slipped it down to expose her bra, he grabbed her straps and slipped them down off her shoulders too.

"No," she said quietly. "Barry, do something," she begged.

Barry sat there, stunned at his loss. "I can't lose... not to him!"

He wasn't paying attention to his wife at all.

"Now, now, we're all good sports here Mrs G, it was a fair bet," suggested Big Joe, hoping he might get to see some of this hot piece of arse.

Bobby nodded at her and quickly unsnapped her bra as he reached around behind her and pulled her bra down and off her arms.

Quickly she covered up her naked breasts, feeling the slow redness of shame creep across her cheeks.

"You offered them to me, not so funny now then?" said Bobby as he pulled her arms away from her large tits and exposed her pink nipples to her audience, most of whom made appreciative noises.

He grabbed hold of them and fondled them, watching her squirm and then close her eyes as she had to just stand there and take it.

Bobby pinched her nipples, which got her attention and her eyes snapped open in pain.

"Ok you've had your fun, the game's over," she stated, hoping to end it now.

"Sorry, I'm only just getting started," said Bobby as he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around to face the table.

Bobby pushed her forwards bending her over the table, forcing her to stick her butt higher up into the air.

Bobby grabbed the hemline of the dress and yanked it up over her arse to expose her tanned butt cheeks.

"Barry please!" she begged as she stared into her husband's shocked face.

"Sorry Hon, I can't help you," he said to her as he hung his head slightly, not wanting to watch.

Bobby grabbed hold of the white lacy thong underwear and pulled it down her legs, past her knees and down to the ankles. He got her to step out of them, and like flicking an elastic band; he shot them across the table at Big Joe who caught them with a laugh.

"Ok, let's see what we have to work with here," said Bobby as he grabbed hold of her cheeks and spread them apart to reveal her neatly trimmed blonde haired pussy lips, and her puckered arsehole.

"Nice" exclaimed Bobby as he bent forwards and stuck his nose into her pussy and took a deep breath.

"She smells like sex," his muffled voice announced from behind her.

"Stop it," she begged again, horrified at what was happening. "At least take me into the bedroom."

"Sorry, no reason why the other boys should miss the show," said Bobby with a grin as he popped up from behind her and gave her a slap on the arse.

Bobby sat back down in his chair and pointed at his bulging crotch.

"Sherri, come and take care of this will you."

Sherri stood and turned to face him, deciding it could be worse, she smiled, licked her pouting lips so they glistened in the light, and then dropped down to her knees in front of him.

She unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt and freed his erect cock.

Sherri was a champion blowjob giver, and if there had been a ribbon at the state fair for blowjobs she would have won it year after year.

She didn't miss a beat and quickly allowed his cock to slide between her lipstick-covered lips, sucking him into her warm mouth.

"Wow, you're good," Bobby groaned as she started to work on his cock.

"She's the best, that's for sure," sighed Jim's Dad.

"Get those tits up here," Bobby instructed.

Quickly she raised herself up a bit higher, spat down into her cleavage and wrapped her fun bags around his cock. She started to work them up and down, sliding his pole between her melons as she gave him a great tittyfuck.

"Jim, man she's only your stepmother. You need to let her do this to you," recommended Bobby.

Jim didn't know what to say and just looked on in disbelief as his friend was sampling all the tasty treats his slutty stepmother had to offer.

"Ok, let's move on," said Bobby as he stood up and grabbed hold of her under her armpits. He pulled her up to her feet and shoved her back onto the table.

She lay there, tits wobbling for a moment, and then Bobby grabbed her hips and pulled her back across the table towards him, until her arse cheeks were just hanging over the edge of the table.

Bobby stepped between her open legs and began to run the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips.

The other guys around the table all began to hoot and holler, unable to believe Bobby's good fortune.

"Damn you, Barry, are you going to just sit there and let this guy fuck me? He's just about to shove it in," she wailed at her husband.

"I'm sorry," he hung his head, impotent and dejected. "A bet's a bet."

"Well that's the last time I listen to you," she moaned as she felt Bobby's cock start to part her pussy lips and slide inside her.

"Tighter than I would have guessed," Bobby grinned at the guys. They held their hands up for high fives, and he slapped them all one after the other.

Bobby looked down at the sight before him; her face was screwed up with a mixture of pleasure and annoyance with her husband. Her big tits wobbled as he fucked her, and then she pressed her hands up over her eyes to cover her face once she saw him staring at her. He stared at her hands for a moment, watching as the gold on her hands glinted in the light from overhead.

Bobby reached out and grabbed her left hand, he looked at it for a moment and she stared at him in confusion.

He grabbed her wedding ring and with one motion he yanked it off her finger and dropped it down on the table alongside his winning hand of cards.

"What are you doing, give that back!"

"Sorry you're not his wife tonight, you're mine. Isn't that right Barry?"

Barry nodded silently and stared at his wife's diamond and gold wedding ring laying on the green felt as the tanned flesh of her body writhed alongside it.

"You can have it back later," Bobby reached out and grabbed hold of her big tits, he mauled them happily as he thrust in and pulled out of her blonde haired pussy.

"Barry, I can feel it, he's getting me all... horny."

She groaned as Bobby groped her fat tits.

"I'm making you horny am I Sherri?" Bobby leaned forwards and grabbed hold of one of her nipples with his teeth and then sucked it into his mouth.

"Damn you," she groaned.

"Jim, she's not your real mother so you missed out on sucking the milk out of these bad boys. Come and give it a try," he groaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

"Don't you dare," she groaned as Jim hesitantly moved forwards.

"Sorry he has to do as I say, winner's prerogative."

"You bastard," she grunted as he thrust into her harder.

Jim was about to explode in his pants, he had always fantasised about Sherri's big tits, ever since his father had brought her home and introduced her to him.

He cautiously took hold of the one closest to him, getting the feel of it. The weight of it in his hand, and then he squeezed it. She groaned in response, and emboldened by this he bent forwards and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

"Don't think this will be happening again you little bastard," she slapped Jim across the back of the head as he sucked happily on her tit.

"Ok," he managed to get out from around her spongy nipple flesh.

Panting like a steam train, Sherri thrashed around as she came, Bobby's cock deep inside her and her tits being sucked and mauled by Jim.

"Wow, that has got me so turned on now. I'm just about ready to come," grunted Bobby.

"About time," she groaned.

"Time to switch then," said Bobby. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, lifted her legs up in the air, and placed her ankles next to his head. Her buttocks, highlighted by the tan lines from her bikini bottoms, were now presented to him. He stuck his erect, wet cock between them and pressed forwards against her arsehole.

"Oh you have to be joking," she tried to slap Bobby from her position on the table. "You are not putting that thing in my arse, no way!"

"Sorry Mrs G, that's exactly where it's going," he groaned as he pressed it forwards, hard up against her tightly puckered arsehole.

After pushing forwards for a moment, the tip of his cock entered her arsehole, then slowly as he drove forwards he felt it slowly creeping its way inside her, as she fought him every step of the way, but knew she had to just lie there and take it.

"Barry you stupid prick, now he's shoving it up my arse, do you hear me!"

"I'm sorry," was all Barry could manage.

"I don't do that Barry, you know that nothing goes into my arse."

"I know, I'm sorry Honey, I can't stop him, he won the bet."

 "You are going to pay for this Barry."

"Shut up and take this," grunted Bobby as he shoved himself deeper into her arse, hard, and caused her to hiss in pain.

Jim was watching transfixed, as Bobby was violating Sherri's arse, and he loved every second of it.

Bobby saw that he had stopped and motioned to him to get back to it, so a moment later Jim was again sucking her tits.

"Do you like my big hard cock in your arse babe?"

"NO, I do not," she grunted in pain filled response.

"Too bad," chuckled Bobby. "Don't make bets you're not prepared to fulfil then."

"You hear that Barry," she lashed out trying to whack him with her hand.

"I'm getting ready Sherri, I'm going to come," groaned Bobby.

"Finally," she grunted in pain.

A few thrusts later and Bobby slid out of her arse and back into her pussy in one smooth movement.

As soon as Sherri realised what had happened it was already too late. Bobby thrust into her a couple of times and then like a fountain he let loose with his hot come inside her.

"No! No! NO! Barry, now the bastard's come inside me, and he's not using a rubber."

"Oh yeah Sherri, I know you like that," grinned Bobby.

"Get off me," she grunted and tried to push him away. "Now get your clothes on and get the hell away from me."

"Sorry Sherri, the offer was that I could have you for the night, isn't that right Barry?"

Barry nodded sorrowfully.

"You stupid prick, you stupid, stupid little prick." She sat up and slapped her husband repeatedly.

"Now I want you to give the other boys here a blowjob for their troubles, and a tittyfuck if they'd like. Once you're done with them, I'll be waiting for you in your bed, 'cause I'm going to get my money's worth and fuck you all night and into tomorrow."

Sherri didn't know what to say and just looked around the room in shock.

"Well hurry up, their cocks aren't just going to suck themselves are they?" Bobby shoved her off the edge of the table where she was sitting and she dropped down to her knees in front of Big Joe unzipping his erect cock as he began to fondle her tits.

"What about me?" asked Jim as Bobby stood up.

"That's up to you Jim, she'll give you a blow job if you want, hell you can even fuck her if you'd like, just send her in to me when you're done."

Jim looked at him in disbelief. He didn't know what to do next, but Bobby didn't care, he was leaving it up to him to make up his own mind.

"Here you go Barry," Bobby reached down and slipped Sherri's wedding ring into his shirt pocket.

Barry looked up, emotional and bewildered.

"She's my wife tonight and I'm going to use her as such, you can give that back to her tomorrow, if she still wants it," Bobby chuckled and left the broken man sitting alongside the table as his wife made her way between his friends sucking their cocks to orgasm.

"Somehow, I think she's going to be less than interested Barry."

Copyright 2012 Victor Ramierez

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