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A poker game. That was his idea. I told him that seemed an awful cliché. He had shrugged his shoulders. It was an excuse for being together. I was to think of it as role-playing, if I wanted. I had to smile. After all, 60-something year old guys and a 39 year old woman.
When the other three men arrived, I was in Harold's kitchen setting up snacks and assorted drinks. I was bent over purposely.
"Shit, Harold, you weren't kidding!" I stood up slowly and turned to face them. I was wearing an obscenely short black, pleated skirt that sometimes covered my ass cheeks. On top, I was wearing a white, buttoned sleeveless blouse of very sheer material tied to expose my belly and only a couple buttons fastened at my breasts. I also wore 5" high heels which felt awkward and exaggerated my walk. Harold had suggested the outfit and reimbursed me for it. Oh, yeah... only a thong, no bra. When they saw me bent over, they saw a good view. When I turned around, my nipples were clearly visible.
I served them all drinks and they stood around awkwardly staring at my display as I moved around and among them. Actually, to say it was awkward was an understatement. They could have been hormonal college frat guys by their behavior. Harold moved away from them and sidled up to me. His hand went under the skirt, which wasn't difficult, and whispered in my ear, "I think I better get them sitting down and start the game before one of them falls over." I giggled and nodded. He had a plan: for about 45 minutes, they really would play cards while I continued to tease by being close. Then, it would ramp up.
I was dripping wet as I moved around the table delivering snacks or drinks or casually just being next to them. I knew it was time for the next stage when I stood next to Harold and his hand moved behind my legs and stroked up my thigh to my butt. It had to be obvious what he was doing because one after the other became focused on his hand rather than the cards in their hands. Then, as I moved around the table delivering drinks or whatever, they followed the cue from Harold. The first was still tentative but they quickly became bold with their hands moving up my legs and under the teasing skirt. I parted my thighs as the hands moved from my bare butt-cheeks to my pussy covered by the wet thong.
Harold placed his cards face down and handed me his drink. I gulped down some bourbon as his hands grasped the strings of the thong and pulled it down my thighs. I used one hands on his shoulder for support as I stepped out from it with his assistance. Harold brought it up to his nose, breathed in, and flipped it into the center of the table with the current bets.
"A little bonus for the winner of this hand." I flushed... anticipation, excitement, arousal. His hand moved up the inside of my thigh, a finger teased over my pussy, then that finger probed into the lips and sank into my hole. I sighed a moan as his finger moved in and out slowly. I heard him say, "I'm going to need your assistance, dear." I looked down. His left hand held his cards while his right was between my thighs. "I raise $5." It took a moment before I understood. I leaned over to take a 5 from his pile and his finger thrust deeper into me. I tossed the bill into the center, watching it land on top of the thong. I groaned. My body experienced a minor shake as I was bent over the table being finger-fucked more aggressively. The betting continued, I threw in another bill, all the while with his finger sawing into me and my moans adding to the atmosphere of the hand.
Harold ultimately lost the hand. In truth, none of them seemed very attuned to the game. Harold announced that the winner gets a new bonus during the next hand. He pulled me down by my blouse and another button opened. He whispered into my ear. I shivered but immediately crawled under the table to the man who had just won. There was total silence above me as I moved to the man, my hands working his belt and zipper. As I tugged his pants, he raised his hips from the chair, and I pulled his pants down enough to fully expose his already hard cock. Without hesitation I began licking the length of his thick cock before I took the head into my mouth and heard his gasp. Quickly, the next hand began and by his lack of movement except to raise his hip occasionally, my head bumping the underside of the table, it seemed this guy was not playing given that his hands were under the table on my head. His grunts, gasps, and groans played to the background of the betting of the others.
I didn't want him to cum. If I knew they were all like Harold, I could have been more aggressive but I didn't know if they would be as resilient as Harold had proven to be. I wanted to fuck four men tonight. So, I took my time, sucking and licking cock as the men played their game above me. When another of the men won a hand, he would reach underneath the table and I moved to him. I was soon sucking on a familiar cock. Whether by manipulation of the events or mere fortune, Harold was the last of the four to receive my mouth on his cock. He didn't leave it there long, though. He pushed his chair from the table and brought me out from underneath. My lips and chin were slick from the saliva of my efforts. I stood next to Harold and wondered for only a moment what might happen next when his fingers went to the short zipper on the side of the very short skirt. He pushed the skirt down my legs, then stood, pried his shoes off and pushed his own pants and underwear down his legs. When he took his seat, again, he maneuvered me in front of him and pulled me toward his lap. I spread my feet to the outside of his legs and eased back to his lap, felt his cock against my butt, and paused as he rubbed the head over my pussy until it hit my hole. With a gasp from both of us, I sat down on his cock.
The other three men were watching intently as I began moving up and down on his cock. Harold relaxed back on the chair and announced that for the next series of hands I would fuck the winner like this and play the next hand for the man. That would almost assure a change as I knew almost nothing about poker and was going to be greatly distracted.
The betting increased and I didn't want to lose too much money so I folded, freeing me instead to concentrate on fucking Harold who now was assisting me with his hands on my waist. My breasts were flopping and we weren't quiet between our moans and my butt smacking against his hips. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I focused my eyes and found the table quiet, that hand ended and the winner across the table standing and removing his slacks now. As he took his seat, his cock pointing in the air, I glanced back at Harold and slowly stood, his cock sliding out of my pussy. The moment my pussy was empty, his cock smacked wetly against his abdomen.
I sighed as I stepped over his legs. I knew my pussy was obscenely displayed as I did it. The three other men intently stared. As I moved around the table, I untied the blouse and removed it. Now, my bouncing breasts would be easily viewed.
I settled down on this second cock, a smile forming on my face as it sank into me and moans came from the man. I resumed fucking but made no pretense of playing his hand. I had reached a nice level of arousal and wanted to retake that and build on it. The length of each hand wasn't long enough, though. Each time on a cock was just long enough to reach a good buzz of erotic arousal but not long enough to push over the crest to an orgasm. It took a while for the fourth man to win a hand. After that, all pretense of playing games was over. After the final hand, Harold approached and eased me off the man's cock. Again, just short of real satisfaction. But that changed...
The table was cleared and I was bent over it, my breasts pressed against the table top, my feet spread wide. Someone, I didn't know who or cared, stepped up behind me, moved his cock along my pussy and sank it abruptly into my hole. He thrust powerfully into me, his cock driven deeply into my already wet and open pussy. He thrust hard, his tempo increasing. Other hands snaked underneath to rub and pinch my clit. My upper body was raised until I was supporting myself on my forearms and elbows. My breasts and nipples were similarly fondled, squeezed, and pulled and, when one wasn't, it swung wildly from the forceful slamming of the cock into me.
"OH, FUCK... OH GOD... OH YESSSSS." This was what I needed. This was what I wanted. The prolonged but interrupted fuck before had become frustrating, arousal rising only to be stopped over and over. Now... now it was real. My arousal seemed to skip stages and jumped to the point of eruption as the cock slammed into me forcefully, powerfully, vigorously. My breath caught in my throat. My legs began shivering. My head sagged with my mouth open until it was pressed into the table. As the cock assaulted my pussy, fingers from several hands pulled, twisted, and pinched my clit and nipples. I exploded in a powerful orgasm. My head shot up and a moaning, gasping, guttural sound flowed from deep inside me as my entire body quaked and shook.
My entire body quaked and spasmed. I felt the cock inside as my pussy squeezed and clasped around it. I felt it spasm and jerk, too. I felt it spew its cum, emptying in my already drenched pussy from my own secretion of arousal and orgasmic result.
As I felt the cock pulled from me, suddenly feeling empty, I fought for some control, anticipating some respite to achieve that, but it would not happen... No sooner was that cock out than another slammed into me. I groaned as my upper body slid along the surface of the table from the impact. I was looser and more lubricated but he was more intent and determined. He pounded into me, his pace increasing, surprising me with the intensity. I twisted my head to find Harold looking down with a lust-crazed look. I groaned and moaned at the assault. Fingers again added to the assault. Again, the fingers abused my clit and nipples as his cock attacked my pussy. I came again, then again with each of the other two men.
