This story can be read by itself without having read "Coach's New Plaything" but for background on the narrator and Sheena, it's worth reading that story first.
All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
COACH'S NEW PLAYTHING: THE POKER GAME
Five months have passed since I collared Sheena. It's been around her neck since that day and we both love the significance of it. I always watch her happily walk around in public knowing everyone she passes can see it, though most have no idea the meaning behind it. She often tells me about the reactions she gets if I don't notice. Most of the time people don't even notice or at least, they don't let on that they do. Other times, people would roll their eyes, shake their head in disgust or look on with genuine curiosity. I noticed on some occasions that men would give me the approving nod when they saw me walking with her.
Our relationship had been going quite well. We constantly explored new things in the bedroom, and she had a very adventurous attitude. Not long ago, we introduced porn into our routine. She would lay naked in bed and flip through varying genres of sexual content on her laptop that was streaming to the large television. I left her to her own devices and found that she developed a fascination for threesomes and gangbangs. I knew she enjoyed those clips, and I was sure she wanted to try some of the things she saw but she had yet to ask me.
I often considered her participation in such events. I always strive to give her all the pleasure she craves and the thought of seeing my little slut handling multiple dicks was a turn on, for sure. Of course, I also wanted to give her all the pain she craved. After she gets her pleasure, she'll be punished for giving away the pussy and mouth that belongs to me to other men. I smiled at the prospect of a win-win situation.
It just so happened that I intended to have some friends over for drinks and a poker game a few days after I first considered the possibility of bringing her fantasy to life. She'd never met them before, but they knew I had a young girl living with me. When I mentioned the plans I had, she initially suggested that she might hang out with some friends that night. I didn't insinuate that she might want to change her plans, but I had a hunch she would when the time came.
When out in public, I found the exhibitionist in her came out and I often had to rein her in. We got enough odd looks because a young white girl was hanging around an older black man. Sometimes I thought she acted out because she still thought about the time she was trapped in the locker room with the boys on the team. If she were shared with my friends, I knew it wouldn't be the same. My friends were
real
men, not boys
pretending
to be, and she would be safe with them.
Just as I expected, when the day came for the poker game, Sheena decided to stay home. She was in our room when they started to arrive. She knew they were coming, and her shy nature kept her away initially. I wanted to let her navigate the scene on her own, but I insisted she at least meet them before the game started.
I went to our room and opened the door. Sheena was lying on her stomach watching TV.
"Come out and meet the guys," I told her.
She snapped to it and came quickly to my side as I trained her to do. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and a nice pair of booty shorts.
"They're all here?" she asked.
"Yep, I think you'll like them."
I guided her out to the game room where the guys were already sitting at the table.
I pointed to each of them and introduced my little slut to them.
"That's Jake," I said, pointing to the medium built white guy at the first seat.
"That there is Gary and next to him is Jamal," I said, pointing to the two black men in the middle.
"That's Luis," I told her, pointing to the Hispanic man.
"Hi," Sheena said meekly with a quick wave of her hand.
"These are all my friends from college," I told her.
They all greeted her in their own way. Each of them looked like they were one step shy of salivating over her. Before she went back to our room, she spent some additional time scanning the room, focusing briefly on each of my friends individually. She looked up at me with eyes that told me she was waiting for me to tell her it's okay to go back to our room. I nodded at her, and she turned and went. The guys were not shy about watching her walk away. I also watched her in deep appreciation for what I had.
The game started and we were several hands in when Sheena returned. She had changed from her sweatshirt to a tank top. I looked over at her and was surprised she wasn't wearing a bra. She purposely picked that particular shirt as it was thin and would show the outline of her nipples even when they weren't hard. She stood next to me at the table and watched for a few minutes. The guys carried on with their conversations but each of them noticed her and the changed shirt.
She tugged on my shirt and when I turned to acknowledge her, she asked, "Can I have some whiskey, too?"
In all the time I'd been with her, she never exhibited a desire to drink. I didn't want to give her a glass of her own so, I invited her to share mine to see what she thought.
"You may sit on my lap and have some of mine if you promise not to react to my cards."
The guys all laughed and encouraged her to help them win. She wasn't too knowledgeable at the game, and I took the time to show her how to play. It slowed the game, but I enjoyed teaching her. I asked her what she would do with each move I had to make, and I would explain why it was either a good or bad idea. She continued sipping from my glass and I could see her nipples hardening and remaining so. I occasionally looked around at my friends and they would gesture to her chest with their eyes as if asking me if I could see what they saw. I acknowledged that I could with a quick, imperceptible nod.
After about an hour, I noticed her getting tipsy. Her small frame and her inexperience with alcohol made her body react quickly to the little she drank. She reacted as I expected she would. She became loose with her tongue and her body relaxed. Her legs opened wider, and I could tell she was feeling emboldened by the liquor.
I let my hand roam over her body. I made a point to not grope her, but I wanted the guys to see me touch her in places that might suggest they would get a good show by the end of the night. I let my hands roam over her legs and across her tits, making sure I didn't squeeze, push or lift anything. I knew she was getting hornier by the minute and so was I. After the hand we were playing was done, I had an idea.
The cards were dealt, and the next round began. I decided I would test the waters and see where things go. I wanted to have her sit on the lap of the guy who wins that hand. With that in mind, I played under my ability to ensure it wasn't me. When the round ended, Jake was the one raking in the chips.
"Why don't you go sit on Jake's lap now and make him feel like the winner he is," I whispered in her ear.
Her eyes met mine and she looked to see if I was serious. A strange kind of smile crossed her lips and I nodded with a smile of my own. She seemed excited at the idea and slid off my knee and slowly made her way over to him. The guys had no idea what I had in mind for the evening. Quite frankly, I wasn't sure I would go through with it. Each moment was a measure of whether I was ready to take the next step. It was going well.
Sheena walked over to Jake and took it upon herself to move his chair and sit in his lap. Jake looked at me for approval and I nodded at him with a sly smile on my face. After a couple hands, he looked baby girl over and placed his hand on her side. After the next deal, I noticed his hand roamed around her stomach, under her tits and back down to her legs. I couldn't see what his hand was doing but I could see Sheena enjoying whatever he was doing.
Round after round, someone new happened to win and Sheena moved from one lap to the next, enjoying each of my friends' attention. Ideas of what could happen that night flooded my mind and distracted me from the rest of the game. When refocused on the moment, I realized she had been sipping on everyone's whiskey.
I got up and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water for Sheena. When I returned to the table, I called her over and she happily bounced over to me.
"Are you feeling good Baby Girl?" I asked.
