"What makes you think I haven't been masturbating since I lost my panties a few rounds ago?" Quinne said brazenly.
Betty's blue eyes opened wide with surprise as she took in the statement. Their strip poker game had been going for a while, and the tall muscular brunette had been sitting nude at the table for more than a dozen rounds now. Quinne always seemed like a sensual woman, but the implied admission made the game seem so much more sexual than she had originally thought.
The rules of the game were simple – regular Texas Hold'em poker betting, but if you lost all your chips, you had to ante in a piece of clothing. In the past hour, Quinne had lost first her dress (revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra) and then her panties in quick succession. Betty admired the giant woman's attitude to her body – Quinne was clearly unashamed and proud, displaying her large breasts throughout the game. Quinne also seemed acutely aware of the effect she was having on the other players, often positioning herself for optimum distraction. Betty found herself entranced when Quinne had stretched her arms high, pulling her soft ample bosom upwardly taut.
Out of clothes, they had decided that a new re-buy would require a new kind of ante. They had agreed that a nude player would have to do some kind of dare – or just bust out. Quinne had lost it all just now, and Erika obnoxiously dared her to masturbate until orgasm.
"Have you really?" Amy asked, obvious shock resonating in her voice.
The tall woman leaned in to give her girlfriend a gentle kiss.
"I have no idea how you're still in if you're this bad at picking up bluffs," Quinne said with affectionate condescension.
"It doesn't matter – a dare's a dare. You'd have to keep doing it regardless," Erika said. She tossed her crimson curls over her shoulder, revealing her own black lace bra underneath. Betty noticed with quiet amusement the attention that action drew – both Jeremy's and Robbie's eyes were attuned to the near naked redhead.
Betty found her own attention divided – everyone at the table was in some state of undress, and she found her blood running hot from the visual feast. Jeremy sat naked and a little embarrassed, using his hands to cover his crotch under the poker table. The 29 year old tan-skinned man wasn't muscular or well-toned, but he had strong, broad shoulders, with long chestnut hair reaching down. A well-developed beard decorated his face; Jeremy had clearly just learned how to grow strong facial hair at this stage of his late twenties. Betty was amused by his lack of comfort in his own skin; she smiled he twisted awkwardly to cover his genitals.
Next to him, the pale-skinned blonde Amy had just lost her skirt to the same hand and was sitting bottomless at the table. She sat conservatively, her legs crossed in the most ladylike pose she could manage given her lack of underwear.
On the right side of Betty was Robert, who was still wearing jeans and a singlet. Robbie was a fairly tall man; not quite as tall as Quinne but a little pudgy in the middle. He had strong cheekbones and an easy, charming smile – Betty found him attractive in a different way. While Jeremy had a genuine but awkward quality, Robbie had the confidence and swagger of a player. His unshaven face looked unkempt at first glance, but a closer inspection revealed it to be a meticulously well-kept designer stubble. His black hair matched his stubble, with greyish flecks scattered throughout. Robbie portrayed a detached confidence – he had cavalierly stepped out of the game on several occasions to have a smoke, and his chipstack had not deteriorated significantly in his absence.
On Robbie's right was Erika, a rambunctious redhead who seemed intensely interested in the others' nudity. Her long ginger hair hung in loose curls. Her appearance and attitude were anachronistic; Erika's milky white skin, curvaceous body and red hair gave her an earth-mother feel, though she spoke with an aggressive and lusty quality. Betty had caught her leaning back and forth to get a better look at both Amy and Jeremy several times. She wondered what Erika had planned for the evening but if her dare was any indication, the freckled ginger girl clearly had some interesting ideas in mind.
Amy had gone bright red and seemed ready to burst.
"You can't ask her to do that!" Amy complained.
"Why not?"
"That's...it's private...she's my..."
Amy's response came out stuttered and uncertain. She turned to face her girlfriend, looking for reassurance.
"Hey, easy there Amy," Betty comforted. "It's just a game. We all came to play. Nobody's trying to steal your girlfriend..."
A muffled cough came from Erika's general direction. Betty continued, ignoring the disturbance.
"...but we all like a bit of fun. If Quinne's okay with it..."
"Am I going to get to say something?" Quinne interjected.
"In a moment. I was going to say, if you want to enjoy a bit of non-committal fun, let's see where it goes. If not, we won't hold it against you," Betty finished.
"It's my choice or not," Quinne said, a tone of gruff annoyance in her voice. Her expression softened, and she gave a slight smile after a moment. She turned and had a short, whispered conversation with Amy. The others waited patiently for a minute until the couple turned back to the group.
"What's the specifics of the dare?" Quinne said.
Erika smiled, elongating the freckles across her cheeks.
"We'll keep it civil," Erika said. "You can sit there and do it for however long you need, but I want to see your o-face. Oh, and no one can look under the table. For any dare."
Quinne lowered a hand into her lap; Betty couldn't see below the naked woman's navel due to the height of the table. Betty craned her head to get a better vantage point, but ultimately couldn't see anything more than before.
Several seconds passed with seemingly nothing occurring. Quinne closed her eyes and nothing disturbed the silence of the table. Betty could start to make out a visible movement of the amazon woman's hand; at first it was a gentle up-and-down motion that was indicative of massage. She saw Quinne's breasts rise and fall with deep breaths. Betty found herself entranced by the rhythmic motion of her bosoms gently heaving, unconsciously lowering her own hand down to her panties and felt a slight moistness.
Quinne began to shudder, her arm's movement going faster and faster. She inhaled deeply, her breasts bouncing and after nearly a minute of this intensity she let out a raw, pleasure filled moan. Quinne's body stiffened and involuntarily contracted, letting out the breath in short, ragged bursts. Several short tremors wreathed her body, and then relaxed. She sat back on her chair with a contented smile on her face and opened her eyes.
"Okay..." Quinne said serenely. "I get to re-buy now."
Robbie stood up and walked out of the room. "I might go get you a towel."
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The players sat and waited for Robbie to return; he came back with a towel over his shoulder a tray full of drinks. Robbie put down the tray and threw the towel at Quinne. The naked giantess caught the towel handily, and sat on it with a broad grin. Jeremy looked at her in amazement.
"Did you really need a towel?" Jeremy asked
"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Quinne teased, taking beverage from the tray. Betty watched as she took a long drink from the bottle. The tall brunette seemed a little bit shaky in the aftermath of orgasm – liquid leaked out from the seal her lips made on the bottle, down her chin and between her breasts. The liquid traced a path down her navel and disappeared from Betty's view. Quinne lifted a corner of the towel and haphazardly wiped down her naked body.
"New round! Also, I believe Robbie was due to lose a piece of clothing," Erika said, reaching for her own drink.
Robbie shrugged and pulled his singlet over his head in one swift motion. Despite having a little extra weight around his midsection, Betty thought he held himself with confidence. He seemed unafraid of the possibility of getting naked, not from a sense of bravado but from a natural comfort with his own skin. He reached for the deck of cards, his muscles flexing as he dealt, and he threw out cards with expert dexterity. Each pair of cards landed in front of their intended owner precisely.
"How about the ante for each round from now on is a piece of clothing – if you want to play, you have to ante up? You have to take a dare once you run out," Jeremy offered.
Betty nodded and noticed the others doing the same. It's getting interesting now, she thought.
She lifted her hand from covering her bare crotch to look at her face-down cards. She'd lost all her clothes in the last hand, and was left with only her arms to cover up. She re-adjusted her arm to ensure her nipples were covered, and looked at the cards. Betty smiled.
Pocket aces.
The best possible hand in the game. Betty surged with confidence but took a deep breath trying to remain composed. She looked around the table but found it incredibly difficult to get a read on her fellow players given their reactions to Quinne's little show.
Amy threw her cards into the centre of the table. "I like this hand but I'm not risking my bra for it."
Quinne followed suit. "Rags. I might need a minute to recover from dares, so no ante for me." The tall brunette was still breathing heavily.
"I raise," Erika said, pushing in a stack of chips.
"Call," Robbie followed immediately. The others stopped to stare at him for a moment – it was as if he couldn't wait to get his chips in. Betty was suspicious of this, but knew he couldn't have a better hand than she did. He's got Queens or Kings in his hand at best, Betty thought. Still, it might be a good idea to play this slowly.
"Call," she said, slowly pushing chips in. She wanted to appear hesitant and unsure.
"I'm in too," Jeremy said, pushing forward a small stack of chips with one hand while his other covered his exposed body.
Robbie laid down the first three cards. 4-4-10.
Perfect, she thought. No real threat in those cards.
"Your action," Robbie said, pointing to her.
