Previously in part one, Amy (5 ft 7 32b) , Tanya (5ft 5 38D) and Bennie (5 ft 11 got together for a little beer, which Amy proceeded to lose at horribly. Of course this led to strip poker, in which Amy showed how she had been playing possum. Now as we rejoin the story, Amy has stripped Tanya naked, with Bennie
wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. Amy has proposed one hand, double or nothing, so to speak. It's Amy vs. Tanya and Bennie, whoever wins gets the other for the long Memorial Day weekend, as their slave. Tanya has also informed Bennie that if they win, she is going to "need to use" his cock for a while.
In hindsight, I should have never expected to win, I mean, Amy had stripped Tanya and myself at her leisure. How was I supposed to think things would suddenly change? Maybe it was just that leap of faith that gamblers make, or maybe I was too fixated on what happened when I won, maybe I didn't think losing would be that bad. Whatever it was, it was misguided. Amy pulled a pair of
kings, we had a pair of Jacks, and we lost.
"I'll take those shorts!" Amy said, her grin extending from ear to ear.
I stood up, took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and started to pull them down.
"Hold it!" Amy said, "I think I want to collect my winnings myself! Raise your arms above your head."
I stopped, and looked her for a second. "What?"
"Listen, I own you for the rest of the weekend, and that means I get to do what I want. Right now, I want to take those underpants off you my self. So get your hands up on top of your head, and stand still!"
I complied, still unsure of what I had got myself into. Amy stepped up behind me, sliding my shorts down a little, my cock springing free. She gently took a hold of it, stroking it, grinning.
"Mmm, look at the cock I won! Tanya, come here, I want you to look at this cock." Amy said, in a tone more commanding that I had ever heard from her.
I was blushing, Amy was treating me like a slab of beef, and I liked it. As Tanya kneeled down in front of me, I looked down at her. She looked amazing, just as I had fantasized she would look. Amy told Tanya to go ahead and take my drawers the rest of the way off. Amy took her hand off my cock, and slapped my ass, hard, startling me, and bringing me back to earth. She told Tanya to stand up beside me, our legs spread, for inspection.
"I need to check out you two, looks like I've won myself some prime meat." Amy said, walking around us. She reached a finger out, and ran it up and down Tanya's slit, causing her to moan "hmm, I like how wet you are, but this cunt is a bit stubbly. You need a shave don't you?"
"Yes Amy, I haven't shaved in a couple days." Tanya replied, glaring at Amy.
Amy grabbed Tanya's erect little clit between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it tightly.
"AHHHHH, OWW!! AMY! LET GO" Tanya howled.
"I will, but you have to learn two things. First, don't EVER eyeball me like that again, second, for the rest of the weekend, I own you, and you will call me either Ma'am, or Mistress, understood?" Amy said, still viciously pinching Tanya's love button.
"Yes Ma'am, I understand! Please let go Ma'am!" Tanya exclaimed, her face reddening with the pain.
Amy released Tanya's poor clit, and took her in her arms, hugging her. "Good girl, now you lay down on the floor and spread your legs, let that sore little clitty of yours get some air. You have such a pretty pussy, lets get it out for me to see."
Amy eased Tanya down onto the ground, and helped her position her legs wide, a tear in her eye e, as she assumed a lewd position, her sex displayed, a faint sheen of moisture on it. Amy turned her attention to me.
"I don't have to do anything like that to get my point across to you, do I?" Amy said to me, sternly.
"No Mistress." I heard myself say. It was so bizarre, it almost sounded like someone else.
"Good boy. Now, I want you to get down there and take a look at what I just did to her little clit."