--- Chip 5
"Oh late already?" I said curiously, I didn't realize what time it was. How long did each task take me? I thought I was paying attention to the poker game, clearly I was distracted as well. I need to think and process how Greg is responding. Is he actually upset or am I making something out of what was potentially a courtesy reply.
"Your bet Greg." Dave says. Now that he is the permanent dealer, he is on top of the progression and treating his role more as you would see in a casino. With just Greg, Steve, and Ryan at play it was easier to follow the bets and the progression.
"Raise." Greg says and throws out double the chip count already in middle. Steve folds by sliding his cards to the table away from his hand.
"Call." Ryan doesn't look up and just places a matching chip stack in front.
Dave deals the flop cards, Seven, Nine, Ten.
Ryan's eyes barely move to see the cards. "Check." He says while knocking the table. Greg knocks the table back signifying check as well. It seems neither one had cards worth betting on this time.
Another card is dealt, Ten again! Ryan doesn't take much time and says "One thousand." Throwing a white chip in the pot.
Greg is pondering his response. Taking time to analyze the situation. The break also gets my thoughts a chance to convene. I don't think Greg is mad or upset, maybe he is still a little jealous watching Ryan play with my breasts. I'm pretty sure he was aware that Ryan was also massaging between my legs. Could he see that Ryan slipped his fingers under my panties and was inside me? From this angle I can't see below Ryan's chest, so I'm guessing Greg couldn't either. But he knows me so well it might have been obvious I was gathering close to orgasm.
"Call." Greg says and tosses a task chip.
Shook back to the physical world, I read the writing out loud, "Happy Ending." The most common happy ending comes to mind, after a massage, the client would either get fucked or oral service.
Ryan leans in to read the chip as well. Leaning back into his chair his eyes meet mine. 'Happy Ending' rolls back into my thoughts, Is it my happy ending or theirs? I begin to think about how Ryan just had his fingers inside me, and what it would be like to have him finish me. Would he continue with just his fingers or would he want to taste me. Feeling his clean shaven mouth kiss my lips and sucking on them, and seeing his face wet from me would be a thrill to see. Rubbing my clit over his tongue, instructing him to slow down and be gentle while my heat is growing, feeling him breathing on me. Imagining taking his fingers to his face and tasting me while wetting more fingers. He is planning to stretch me, rocking my hips up in excitement, he places three fingers on me and applies pressure. The fullness is there along with mild reactions of its too much and I won't be able to take it. His fingers make it deeper into me rubbing on my g-spot while his thumb and tongue finds my clit and massages in sync. I can't take anymore and I clinch on his fingers, grabbing his head while between my legs, I pulse and orgasm watching him taste me.
"All in." Greg states and shoves his chips in. Oh fuck did I just day dream an orgasm. My head is a bit foggy and I should be paying attention to the poker game, a card was dealt during my distraction. Once my vision returns to normal I focus back to the cards.
