I was in a room with seven men, in a really odd situation. I admit, I'm really not an amazing poker player. I'm not terrible, but certainly my skills aren't world renowned. So why did I decide to join an all male game of strip poker? I certainly could have said no - the other girls decided to leave promptly after the suggestion. But some how the strikingly handsome guy who asked me, couldn't be denied. He was arrogant, bragging endlessly about his great poker skills. Arrogance is something that normally turns me off, but for some reason, I almost wanted to lose to him.
We formed teams of two and grouped around the table. A good friend of mine, Warren, was paired with the handsome arrogant guy, Jake, and they conveniently sat across from me and my partner. We laid down the basic rules -- no stripping beyond the underwear, and no touching, at least until the end of the game. We also decided that the winning team that round would get to choose what the losing team had to take off.
Now, I strongly believe that much of poker is based on luck, but it soon became apparent who had the best skills (and the most luck on their side). The team to my right was completely stripped in just four rounds. My partner and I knew we would probably be the next victims. Sure enough, Jake and Warren won and we came out with the lowest score. My partner lost his shoes, the first logical thing to take off.
However Jake looked at me with his seductive brown eyes and gestured to me, "Your skirt comes off."
The other guys sat there uncomfortably and Warren told me I didn't have to if I didn't want. But I was playing the game by the rules, just as everyone else was. I stood up, undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. All of the guys turned away, not wanting me to be embarrassed: that is all except Jake.
He starred at my red g-string, lifting his eyebrows as he said, with a seductive wink, "Aren't you glad you wore that tonight?"
I sat down. The chair was cold on my naked ass, but I surprisingly wasn't embarrassed.
We played two more rounds, not losing either, but definitely not beating Jake and Warren. Once, Jake dropped a card on the floor. Knowing he was trying to catch a glimpse of me under the table, I opened my legs a bit as he bent down. He winked at me again. The next round we were dealt a terrible hand and knew we were soon going to be stripping again. I knew what Jake was going to pick, but I had a trick ready to pull on him. As I thought, he made me take off my shirt. But I had a camisole underneath my sweater.
"Wrong choice?" I asked as I smiled sweetly at him.
The other group was quickly stripped completely, leaving only the Jake and Warren team and me and my partner. We managed to win once so I had the pleasure of asking Jake to take off his pants. But in the end, we lost another hand and all I had left was my bra and underwear. But Jake wasn't finished. He announced that the winners should be given a "prize", looking straight at me. Warren tried to jump in, but Jake silenced him. I knew I could turn it down and no one would object, but for some reason I wanted him, almost needed him. I nodded my head and he winked at me again.
Jake got up, pulling Warren with him, and went towards the stairs and beckoned for me. I slowly got up and followed them to Warren's room.
"Look, you can stop right now if you want." Warren looked at me, questioning.
"No, I want to do this. I won't do anything I don't feel comfortable with, that's all".
Both Jake and Warren nodded, but I knew that I wouldn't deny Jake anything he asked. We pushed inside of Warren's bedroom.
"You first."
Jake pointed to Warren, while he comfortably sat himself on Warren's desk chair. Warren had lost only his shoes, while I was standing there with only a black lace bra and a red g-string. Warren was cautious with me at first. It definitely wasn't the first time he had touched me sexually, but Jake was probably throwing him off. He gently kissed me on the lips and my neck, nibbling my ear a bit. He hesitated as he put his hand on my back, working his way lower, clutching my ass a bit. I glanced towards Jake who was just sitting there smirking arrogantly. Warren started becoming more comfortable and quickened the pace a bit. He pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top of me. He was becoming more of the man I remembered, forceful in a very passionate kind of way. Warren sucked my nipples through my lace bra and I couldn't help but moan a bit. Because of this, I heard a slight chuckle from Jake. I looked him in the eye as Warren was busy sucking, fumbling to take my bra off. Jake licked his lips as Warren revealed my bare breasts capped with rock hard nipples. I turned away. Warren was now rubbing my clit through my panties. He pushed them aside quickly and aggressively put a finger inside me. It shocked me and I tensed my muscles.
"Wait! You were the one who won the game, you should let me give you your prize."
I clutched Warren's hardened cock through his jeans. He glanced nervously over at Jake who was still smirking. I started undoing his belt and he rolled onto his back. I couldn't help but seductively stare at Jake as I put Warren's hardened cock into my mouth. I could see Jake's smirk change more lustful. I pleasured Warren, alternating using my hands, my mouth and my tongue. He was clearing enjoying himself now. But I still couldn't take my mind (or eyes) off Jake. I could see his hand move towards the growing bulge in his boxers. I could hear moans of pleasure from Warren, but it was Jake I was focused on. I licked Warren's entire cock slowly, taking my time before plunging it into my mouth. I repeated this over and over.
