Poer Night

(This fantasy was the first one I actually wrote down in a story format. So although it's a little rough around the edges, please bear in mind I was I was only 19 years of age and it was my first attempt at erotica...I had no idea how to write a sex scene :-) )

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Now she was playing to win. Strip poker had seemed like a fun idea to begin with, especially when playing with a group of older gentlemen like this, but suddenly the reality of actually having to go through with getting naked, and possibly more, began to sharpen in her mind. One part of her was excited, one part of her was nervous. Every inch of her was on fire however...

She played as well as she could and won the first pot, laughing. The second was another story. Her stomach flipped as she saw that she had lost. And lost horribly. She stood nervously and took off her shirt, revealing a lacey black bra that covered her ample breasts. The men around the table, all at least 20 years her senior, looked with desire and admiration, and she found herself warming to the attention. She stroked her hardening nipples through the bra, almost unconsciously, and sat back down.

Hand after hand went by, she was a better poker player than she thought, but still piece by piece she was losing her clothing. At least the four men she was playing with had kept their part of the bargain and had lost the majority of their clothes as well. Mature, hard male bodies surrounded her, and she loved the scent of masculinity and the sight of muscle. She found herself secretly getting wetter and wetter, and almost willing herself to lose the next hand. She was an exhibitionist, and loved the eyes that were glued on her.

"What say we up the stakes, lady and gentlemen?" said James, the leader of this gang, sitting back in his chair and placing his hands so confidently behind his head. "What say the loser of the next hand has to do whatever the winner wants?"

The group looked at each other with a nervous energy. The stakes were indeed about to rise, and the anticipation was tangible. There was an unmistakable sexual charge permeating the air, a charge that suggested that one way or another there was going to be a lust filled explosion take place at some point soon.

The next hand was played, and she bluffed. James called her, and smiled that cocky grin when she laid her cards down. James pushed his chair back, unzipped and pulled out a huge rock hard cock. He grabbed with one hand at the base of his shaft, and stroked neatly across the top of his tip with the other.

"Gentlemen, I want cocks out".

Without a word, the three other men removed the final pieces of their clothing and sat in their chairs completely naked. Each cock was different, yet beautiful to her. She felt a growing hunger, a wanton fascination. These gentlemen began to stroke their hard wood. She sat in her chair mesmerised...she hadn't experienced anything like this before. And she liked it.

"Sweetheart, I want you to climb up onto the table." James was looking straight at her, piercing her, challenging her. She wasn't about to back down. She knew these guys and knew that despite the tough exteriors, she could trust them and indulge them. In turn, the inner showgirl could be released.

She swallowed and stood, placing one foot onto the table and pulling herself up. Her she was, standing in bra and panties on top of a small dining table while four men sat around with their big cocks in hand, jerking themselves off, staring at her, wanting her. She was inspired and began to sway slowly.

James stood and took her by the hand, turning her to face him. He took a grip of her panties and pulled them quickly down, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy bare for all to see. He looked up at her, seeing her vulnerability, before burying his face between her legs, feasting on her sweet cunt, sweeping her clit with his tongue, lightly biting her lips.

She threw her head back and moaned with delight, loving the thrill of the moment and this mature stud between her legs. She heard a chair move from behind her and someone else move up from her rear, then suddenly a tongue was pushing its was way between her ass cheeks and rimming her tight button.

This was new, unexpected, it felt wrong, but there was no way she could stop even if she wanted to. The pleasure was too much, this opportunity to release and let herself go wild may never come again. And she had no intention of letting it slip between her fingers...