"Take it off! Strip her! Let's see the goods!" come the shouts from the players. Tim stands and moves behind me, his hands going to my neck, as if to remove the collar and leash I wear. The men look on, the looks on their faces revealing the lust they are feeling.
Abruptly, Tim's hands move to the straps of my teddy and pull the straps down my arms in one motion. My breasts bounce free of the cups and are on display, along with my very erect nipples.
"Nice little pair of titties! God, I could play with them for hours! Look at those nips--are you cold, honey?"
The group laughs as they look upon me like I am a long-awaited Christmas present. Tim leaves my like this for a moment more, then pushes the garment off my hips and lets it slide down my legs to pool at my feet. My lips, darkly flushed and even more prominently displayed after Tim's trimming, are at tabletop level and the focus of attention of three very interested men.
"Christ, I'd love to run my tongue down that groove!"
"Fuck that—I'd kill to put my cock IN that groove!"
Tim just smiles at the comments and turns me to face him, his hands back on my shoulders, giving the group a good view of my ass. I look up into his eyes and he is looking back, still smiling at me. He bends to touch his lips to mine and kisses me, drawing even more hoots and catcalls from our audience. His hands travel down my back to my cheeks and pulls them up and apart to further display my rosebud and lips beyond. I return his kiss, feeling the eyes of our audience boring into my back, my ass, my pussy.
Abruptly Tim breaks our kiss and moves his hand to my crotch to feel my wetness. He seems to get the answer he wants, excuses us to his guests, and leads me to the bedroom. His friends voice their displeasure at being left out of what they think is about to happen.
"Shit man, at least let us watch you fuck her!"
"That's weak! What are we supposed to do while you're getting your rocks off?"
Tim stops at the doorway and looks at me. "Last chance," he murmurs. I say nothing and look at the floor. Tim turns back to the group and says, "You're right, I'm being rude. How about another hand of poker?"
"You gotta be shitting me," Vince says. "I'd rather play with her than cards."
"Well, how about this, then," Tim replies. The winner of the next hand gets some relief from their current condition, supplied by her. I choose the form the relief takes. If I win, I go to the bedroom with her, and you can...take care of yourselves."
"Does that mean we can fuck her?" Elliott asks.
"I don't think so," says Tim. "Her pussy is mine, and I plan on using it after the game. I don't want you messing it up. I'll make sure she makes you feel good, though."
"I guess that'll work for me," Elliott says. "Whose deal?"
The men quickly sit and Ian picks up the cards, starting to shuffle. I take my place beside Tim again, and he takes the opportunity to slide his index finger between my pussy lips, making quite a show of it before withdrawing his digit and putting it in his mouth like he is licking off cake frosting.
"Oh yeah, she is hot, wet, and sweet tasting. You guys better hope for good cards before I mess that up."
The others grumble their own promises and threats as they ante up and look at their cards.
Tim draws nothing special, and it is no surprise to me that he folds after he discards and receives new cards. This time the fear of what I know is to come is no match for the anticipation of the event.
The betting goes on, each player aware of the stakes. Hands are called, and Vince wins with a 3 of a kind. With a whoop from him, and groans from the others, he gets up and grabs for my leash, looking at Tim expectantly.
Tim hands over my leash and tells him, "You have ten minutes and use of the bedroom if you want. You can tit-fuck her until you finish."
"Aww, shit," he whines. "Can't I just fuck her? How about a blowjob?" Quite a charmer, that Vince.
"Nope, take it or take care of yourself," Tim responds.
"Can I least put it in her? I promise not to cum in her."
Instead, Tim addresses me. "He is allowed to fuck your tits. He can play with your body all he likes, but he may not put his dick—" at that point, he looks at Vince, then back to me-- "inside any part of you. Do you understand?"
Vince does not argue any further, instead pulling my leash as he heads for the bedroom. "C'mon honey, let's do this!"
I quickly look at Tim and then follow before I am yanked off my feet by Vince. He has barely shut the door before I hear from the other room, "Your ten minutes have started!"
Vince has already dropped my leash and is pulling his clothes off, revealing an out of shape body, not abhorrent to look at, but not nearly as pleasing as Tim's.
"Get on the bed, cunt, and spread them legs. I want a good taste of that twat of yours."
By now his cock is exposed, somewhat short, but it is definitely hard and seems to mean business, nonetheless. It matches the rest of Vince's body rather appropriately. He is kicking his underwear off his feet as I sit on the bed and roll back to lie in the middle, opening my legs as instructed.
He is between them even as I finish the motion, his tongue making a drive for my slit. He grabs my thighs with a strong grip and pulls my pussy to his face, showing none of the grace and gentleness Tim has shown so far this weekend. Still, his efforts do not go unappreciated by my pussy...
"Damn, you're drenched, baby," he says as he comes up for air. "You sure Tim didn't come in you already? I don't wanna be eating his splooge..."
"No sir, he hasn't cum...there...today," I reply, my mind running through the day's events.
