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Poker Night

POKER NIGHT This story was inspired by and embellished from stories that were posted in the r/eroticliterature community of Reddit by TX-OwnedSubAndMaster. One afternoon Steve informed me that he arranged a poker night with three other guys at a local hotel for tomorrow evening. I never knew he had ANY interest in poker, or even ONE local friend, so I’m suspicious from the get-go. After a long pause he adds that if I agree he would like me to role play the part of a submissive hostess with the most-est. I’m not sure what to think. It can’t be a legit game night so it must be an overt reference to a sexual rendezvous. Previously, he’s set up more than a few MFM encounters for us without my advance knowledge, but he has never arranged a play date with more than one guy at a time, so I really doubt he’s serious. But I’ll play along and cautiously agree, after being prodded for a yes or no answer. For the rest of the day, I didn’t think much of it, and although I was curious, I didn’t press him for more details. The next morning, he asked me if I was still good with tonight’s plans. He didn’t tell me anything else except that I would be wearing a special outfit that he bought for me and that we’d get ready at the hotel, not at home. He said it in a way that seemed much more emphatic than usual. As the hours passed on game day, I was getting a bit more curious and nervous, but he didn’t volunteer any information, and I didn’t ask. When 7 o’clock finally arrived, we drove to a fancy hotel downtown, the Loren on Lady Bird Lake. Curiously, he did not bring our usual suitcase of paraphernalia, just a small briefcase. We had never stayed there, and I don’t recall ever seeing this place before. He reserved a huge and elegant suite, overlooking the lake, with separate areas including a bar, a living room, a bedroom, two baths and an alcove where a game table complete with cards and poker chips was already set up. Very impressive. Maybe there will actually be a poker game? After arriving in the suite, Steve instructed me to take a shower in the master bath and to “prepare yourself for being a sexy and gracious cocktail hostess.” Surely, he’s bluffing – no one is coming – he’s just trying to get me more nervous and excited than I already am. I play along. It will be fun no matter what happens. When I’m finished drying my hair and doing my makeup, I walk in a heavy white robe into the bedroom area. I hear Steve mixing up some drinks in the bar. He’s got the Bose playing some 80’s rock music (and I’m thinking “unusual choice for him!”). Not sure if I’m supposed to, I cautiously approach the bed to see what he has laid out for me. I see a skimpy red dress. It’s sheer and can barely be called a dress. And sparkly black heels. Nothing else. A note beside them reads, “This is your entire outfit for the evening. You are to act as my precious and beautiful slut tonight.” Wow, not my usual moniker, but I’ll go with it for now. I’m still not sure if Steve is bluffing or if he really has planned for zero, one, two or more guys to actually join us tonight. I’m incredibly anxious but I trust his judgment and frankly I’m getting turned on by the tension and my spinning imagination. I’m also eager to please him in this little “simulation”. I took off the robe and slipped on the dress that felt like it weighed 2 ounces. It dr*ped very low in the front, exposing my breasts if I moved too quickly. There was not much of a back either and the hem was VERY short. Without even looking in the mirror, I knew my ass was not quite covered. I furtively look in the full-length mirror and blush. (But I look fabulous!) Not sure what to do next, I sit at the foot of the big king bed waiting for his signal. Does he know I’m finished? After a few more minutes there’s a knock on the outside door of the suite and my heart starts to race. “It must be room service,” an inner voice trying to convince myself. I hear him call, “Lexi our guests have arrived. Please answer the door.” Now my heart is really pounding, and I feel flustered and slightly weak in the knees. I ask myself, “Is this for real?” Dutifully but reluctantly, I walk past Steve at the bar and go to the door. I pause before opening it and take a deep breath. Half expecting to see a hotel maid, I’m shocked by the sight of THREE guys at the door! At the same moment I’m also self-conscious about being ogled by three strangers while wearing this outfit, and more than a bit mortified that someone else in the hallway might observe the scene. My instant take is that they are all VERY different but attractive men, mid 30’s in age. I hurriedly usher them inside with a “Come on in guys,” and quickly close the door behind them while preventing my breasts from jumping out of the dress with the other hand. Steve then comes over to greet and introduce our guests while nonchalantly locking the door. “Lexi, I want you meet Ace, King and Jack – some new friends of ours who I’m told love high stakes poker.” Obviously, these are their “stage” names for the evening. Ace, you guessed it, is a black man, bald and has a tall, thin build and a big smile. King is about 6 feet tall with longish blonde hair. He has a mild Nordic (?) accent. Jack is shorter, a bit more muscular, tanned, with brown hair and a close-cropped, soft beard. He looks northern Italian or Basque Spanish. How does Steve manage to find these guys?! He acts as if he’s meeting them for the first time but is very comfortable in their presence and seems to know quite a bit about each of them as the introductions continue. I try to make small talk by asking how they all know each other…they don’t, this a first-time acquaintance for all of us. Admittedly, I am attracted to each one of them in vastly different ways. There’s a faint mix of strange colognes and young male musk that wafts into my nostrils and explodes in a primordial region of my brain. They are all dressed in business casual attire, slacks and fitted button-down collared shirts. This can’t be happening! Steve invites them to relax in the comfortable chairs and sofas arranged in the large and luxuriously furnished living area. Sheer curtains filter the light and view of Lady Bird Lake, 8 floors down. He dims the lights just a bit to make it feel more private but not intimate. He then asks, “Lexi, would you mind serving your guests the drinks I prepared for us?” “Of course,” I respond in my sweetest hostess voice, sarcastically thinking to myself, “Did I do that right, honey?” I walk over to the bar and see what looks like 4 martinis and one large, but classic “cumshot” on a silver tray. I know who the cumshot is for without even asking. Walking the tray over to our guests, I’m super-careful not to spill the drinks or let a breast a pop out. As I bend over to serve each guy, I feel a cool breeze when the dress rides up and exposes my ass and pussy for a few seconds…4 times in a row…count them. I’m blushing red hot, because I know it did not go unnoticed, but no one comments on my service (or my ass) except to say, “Thank you, Lexi.” With drinks in hand Steve says, “Gentlemen, thank you for committing to this game night with Lexi and me and agreeing to all the ground rules that have been clearly spelled out in my messages to you all over the past few weeks. Next, he proposes a toast, “May the best man win the ultimate prize of the night.” Cheers rang out and the guys all sipped their martinis while I chugged the cumshot down in two large gulps. Boy, I needed that! Then they start laughing and joking about who’s going to lose all their money tonight and go home with nothing to show for it. Small talk is intermixed with teasing while they each politely compliment me on my great looks, smoking bod, and sexy outfit. The heels earned special mention, but I’m sure it was my ass that they really liked best. Strangely, I’m starting to feel exhilarated. Another round of drinks. There I am again bending over and flagging these hounds like a bitch in heat. (Thank God for those two cumshots!) Eventually, the conversation comes to a natural and comfortable pause. Steve announces, “Gentlemen, it’s time. Let the games begin. Lexi, please bring another round of drinks and escort your honored guests to the game room.” Forcing myself to calm down, I walked to the bar, placed the drinks that Steve had prepared on the tray. Exhale, march, don’t spill…don’t spill out. Mustering my courage I demurely utter, “Ok guys, this way please,” in my hostess/stewardess voice. As we approach the table I can feel all 8 eyes directed on my ass and legs. They each give me a big, confident grin as they sit themselves around the table. I’m still not sure what part I will play in this whole scenario, but I’m trying to stay focused and in the moment. Steve, acting like a gracious host and master of ceremonies says, “As agreed, the game will be 5-card stud poker with a $25 ante and maximum raises of $25 per round. I will act as the dealer and will not be playing. However, to incentivize risk-taking and make things a bit more exciting for EVERYONE I will also award a special bonus to the winner of each hand. Lexi has agreed that tonight she will willingly and cheerfully obey all my requests. After each hand I will instruct her how to service the lucky guy who wins it. And whoever wins the most money at the end of the night will be rewarded with the honor of fucking her in front of all of us on that big bed over there.” Did he really JUST say “FUCKING? … ME!” Now I’m petrified and feeling like a lamb being brought to the slaughter! My cheeks turn brilliantly scarlet, my expression reveals the true shock that Steve has actually just offered me up like this to three complete strangers! He coyly smiles at me and winks. I sheepishly glance around the room and see the looks of pure lust on all their faces. I know they are each imagining how they plan on winning me and using me with their personal version of primal lust. To my own surprise, I feel myself getting wetter from all the attention and idea that this is really happening TO ME NOW!!! I’m terrified but electrified by my own growing feelings of desire. Hearing the rules, the men let out expressions of disbelief (how do they think I feel?). King says, “Are you serious?” Steve motions to me, “Come sit on my lap, Lexi.” With the third cumshot downed, I immediately obey and retreat to the comfort of my Master/Protector like a small bird to its perch. “Oh, I’m very serious,” he says to them as he casually slides my dress to the side, exposing one breast and then the other. “She has always been such a willing and sexy partner since the day we connected, but tonight I want her to show me what an obedient slut that she is willing to be for me. I want to her abandon all inhibitions to my total control. He emphasized the word “slut” as he pinched one nipple hard, and I whimpered just slightly. Ace whispers, “fuck yeah…” and I catch Jack adjusting an already hard cock in his bulging slacks. All of them want to fuck me…but who do I want to win me??? Steve deals the cards and the game begins. Eager to win even with a longshot hand, Ace and King seem reckless with their bets. Seeing how desperate they are to claim me as their prize is a real turn on. I grind my wet pussy on my Master Steve’s thigh. A little grunt of pleasure escapes my dry lips…did anyone hear that? Steve fists a hand into my hair, making me gasp, and pulls me to his very wet kiss. “Who is this man? What am I doing?” I silently ask myself. Then he whispers in my ear, “Do you appreciate how much they want you, and how much power WE have over them right now?” I grin mischievously, all shyness gone and respond, “You’re making me wet.” The hand plays out. Nobody folds, but Jack is clearly upset. The men turn their cards over and the winner is King with 3 Tens. He scoops up his pile of chips while Steve orders, “Lexi, go stand in front of King and lift your dress to above your navel.” I reluctantly obey and King smirks as his eyes scan my body. Then like twin laser beams they are focused on my pussy. “Now Lexi spread your feet six inches apart. King, I want you to feel how wet my little slut got watching you guys compete for her, but DO NOT penetrate her.” I spread my legs, just a little as ordered and King slides 3 fingers between my legs, cupping my pussy. My cheeks are on fire as King exclaims, “I can’t believe how wet she is! I want to eat her.” Satisfied with his response, Steve replies, “NO! Not now. Make her lick your fingers clean. She will sit on your lap for the next hand, and you may fondle her breasts as much as you want but do nothing else.” “Shit, nothing more than that?” in his unique and sexy accent. But I can see the envious looks on the faces of the losers, Jack and Ace. I blush as King sticks his fingers, wet with my juices, between my parched lips. I hold Steve’s gaze as I obediently lick and suck King’s fingers clean. Then I turn to sit on the King’s lap. He wastes no time sliding his hands to my breasts, squeezing them, playing with my hard nipples to the rhythm of the background music. I gasp and watch Steve, just briefly, adjust his own cock. He’s clearly pleased with my performance so far. Furious betting resumes. The round ends and King loses this time. He grumbles as I’m told to vacate his lap to go sit on the table facing the new winner, Jack, (with a pair of Queens). Steve then instructs Jack to “Lay Lexi back on the table, lift her dress and spread her legs gently apart using your head only. We all want to watch as you sniff her sweet, smooth and fragrant flower. DO NOT allow your fingers, tongue or lips to touch her,” Steve demands. Jack obeys and I feel his hot, moist breath on my pussy. After about 15 seconds (which felt like an eternity) Steve instructs him to gently massage my clit with only the tip of his Roman nose. I’m ready to explode, please let him make me cum! But I’m denied. Hand after hand, I am passed around the table, teasing and being teased, all under Steves watchful eyes and commands. Each time it’s something new. King kissing my neck, Jack sucking my breasts, Jack spanking my butt, me massaging Ace’s balls, and then on the very next hand Ace wins again and I’m ordered to GENTLY stroke his MASSIVE BLACK COCK but NOT to completion. What a beautiful specimen – and the first time I’ve actually touched a fabled “black mamba” – a true marvel of biology! (Dear God, what will happen to me if he wins the jackpot?!) When Jack finally wins a hand, he is rewarded with the task of laying me back on the table, raising my legs above my head and using his tongue to trace a path from my pink rosebud to my clit. I’m thinking that I should be self-conscious, but I’m consumed with the feeling of his soft beard on my thighs and his tongue gliding like a pendulum up and down, again and again. His tongue gently probing my tightly clenched blossom at the bottom and flicking my clit at the top. Is this heaven? Just before the final bonus round, King wins again, and I’m ordered to roll a condom onto his beautiful and uncut cock. It’s like a smooth piece of ivory partially sheathed by a very ample foreskin. I apply my strawberry flavored lube to the outside of the condom. Then Steve instructs me to demonstrate how well I give blowjobs… “but NOT TO COMPLETION.” As I work up and down his sleek shaft, he gently guides my head, up and down, using both hands. Finally, it’s the last hand and my Master/Protector orders me to sit back on his lap. I’m safe on my perch again. He hikes up my dress, rubbing my clit and my ass while the men are betting like crazy. My exposed nakedness is distracting them, but they have to concentrate on their strategy. Steve reminds them that the grand prize will be awarded to the man with the evening’s highest total earnings and NOT necessarily the winner of the final hand. For this hand the limit on raises is $200 (not $25) per round of bets so anyone could still come from behind and win. Ace, King, Jack…who will it be? Lady Luck will make the final decision. I’m flushed and my pussy is swollen with need. I feel Steve’s fingers and I desperately want him to plunge them deep inside of me, but he just keeps me on edge. Not knowing which man is going to fuck me is making me mad with anticipation and anxiety. I watch intently as each card is dealt and turned; my fate will depend on the luck of the draw and the relative skill of each player. Call! And they reveal their hands. The winner of the round is Ace, but he has been losing the last run of hands so he may not be the one who will take me. Each guy starts to furiously count their chips, shouting out their totals and awaiting Steve’s final audit. Tonight’s grand prize winner is…… King (who beat out Ace by only $10). With a Viking hoot, he turns to me and confesses “I’ve been waiting all month for this moment with you!” Not the slightest bit interested in the chips on the table, or the money he’s won, King gets up and pulls out his still hard, but slightly delated, cock that I had been sucking on earlier. With a wicked grin my master grabs me by the hair and gently makes me stand to watch intently as King strokes himself to full erection, forcing the foreskin to rhythmically reveal and conceal the very tip of his penis, now glistening with a large drop of glacial precum. Purring in my ear Steve says, “You have been amazing tonight. I love you and cherish you more each day. Now dive completely into the pleasure of the moment – you have earned it. And I will truly enjoy watching King breed you like my surrogate stallion. King extends his arm to grasp my hand while leading me to the big bed. Gently he lays me down while hiking the bottom of the sheer dress up above my waist and pulling the top down to expose my breasts. I’ve never felt so naked. Steve kneels on the bed above my head, with Ace next to him on my right and Jack at my left shoulder. I watch King roll on a fresh condom, he lubes it and then starts stroking himself harder this time. He begins by softly spanking my clit with his cock and then he glides the head of his manhood around my engorged lips. Next, he starts to gently probe the entrance to my Love Canal with just the tip of his cock. Steve silently motions for Ace and Jack to pin my arms above my head. Distracted by them immobilizing my arms, I forget about my pussy for a split second. And in that instant, King thrusts his Nordic saber deep inside my hungry sheath in one quick motion. A guttural moan escaped my throat as immense pain gave way to intense ecstasy. At first my ravaged cunt clenched the invader with the force of a vice. Then ever so slowly, King started to pump in and out, in small millimeter strokes. Little by little his strokes got longer and stronger until finally I could finally accomodate every inch of his sword from the point to the hilt. His balls clanging like bells against my ass as he drove his shaft home. I had a long, rolling orgasm that was paralyzing. And then another. I’m now residing in what I imagine is the famed “subspace” that submissives experience when they totally relinquish control to another. Clarity, purity, the freedom of absolute submission. As my mental fog clears a bit, I can see all the rest of the men fixing their stares on me, craving to experience for themselves what King has won and plundered. Then suddenly Steve said, “Hey guys, let’s show Lexi how much we are turned on by her?” Unanimous agreement. King pulls out (he didn’t cum yet) and Steve has him sit on the bottom edge of the bed. He then asks me to ride King reverse cowgirl. I spryly jump back on his ivory tusk and Steve drops to his knees in front of me and begins to fucklick my lips and clit. I am moaning with renewed pleasure of King’s fullness and the view of Steve as if in prayer at an altar before us. Ace and Jack stand to either side offering their cocks to my open hands and mouth. It’s a symphony of grunts, and groans, oohs and ahhs. Suddenly King exclaims, “I’m getting close,” pulls his cock out in one sudden motion, rips off the condom and reaches around starts jerking himself off madly with me still on his lap. Ace and Jack take his cue and start stroking themselves. King blasts a hot and heavy load all over my stomach then scoots to the side while lifting my ass off his loins. Next Ace milks his angry snake’s venom onto to my right breast, followed by a long 30 second wait for Jack’s frothy batter to drench my left breast. The three rivers of cum start to converge and run towards my pussy. Overcome (overcum?) with exhaustion I throw myself backwards on the bed to stem the flow of cum and regain some composure. I’m entering an orgasm coma like I’ve never known before. Soon (?) as if there was a silent signal, Ace, King, and Jack kissed my hands and feet and retreated from the bedroom. Moments later I heard the suite door open and close. They were gone…were they really here or did I imagine this? Steve comes back to the bed and starts to kiss my lips and neck, murmuring “I love you” and “You’re the best…You’re incredible.” Then using his mouth and tongue he proceeds to gather all the precious seed that moments before was sown onto my naked torso. It’s starting to jell but still liquid, warm and squishy. Like a proud Labrador who just retrieved a prized pheasant from the brush he brings the semen bolus to my lips and exudes the precious gift onto my own tongue. Snowballing is bliss. Moments later and partially aroused from my inevitable slumber I feel Steve’s cock sliding easily into my thoroughly used pussy. It is his way of reclaiming me for himself alone. I am all his again…but if he only knew that I was all his all night. He cums quickly and we fall asleep with him still inside of me.

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