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Poker Game - Part 1
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This is the first part of a two-part fantasies. Look for
the conclusion in Poker Game - 2.
POKER GAME
Geordi and I had been living together for about 6
monthswhen he decided it was time he hosted a "boy's
night"poker party. Oh well, I thought, we couldn't stay
lockedin honeymoon phase forever. Eventually he was
bound to want to get back to his life, and, naturally, that
included the occasional evening of all-male bonding with
his buds.
So I was surprised when I asked Geordi about making
myself scarce at a girlfriend's place for the evening that he
looked almost hurt.
"I don't want to get rid of you, love," he said. "In fact, I
wanted a chance to show you off!" I felt myself flush with
pleasure, but Geordi had a curious, almost sly expression
on his face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well," he seemed to hesitate, then plunged in with what
I thought was just a touch of false jocularity, "I was
wondering how you'd feel about playing hostess to a
bunch of horny guys? Besides, you're my good-luck
charm," he added. That had been one of our jokes ever
since a trip we took to Vegas early in our relationship.
Geordi always claimed that it was my standing next to him
that helped him win almost $2,000 at the blackjack table.
"No problem," I said, not really thinking much about it. "I
can bring you sandwiches and beer, a la Betty Crocker."
I joked.
"You're great, hon!" he enthused, and that was that,
except for some minor preparations to feed "the boys"...
* * *
The game was scheduled for Friday evening, so playing
late wouldn't interfere with anyone's ability to make it to
work the next day. I made it home a little earlier than
usual and spent an hour or so in the kitchen, putting
together sandwiches and dip.
Geordi got home around six with a couple of cases of
beer, then went back out to the car. I was wondering what
else he had brought home when he returned moments
later to present me with a large, expensively gift-wrapped
box. It was from an exclusive lingerie boutique. I was
thrilled! I had often drooled over their catalogue, but was
seldom able to afford the indulgence of purchasing their
frilly, slinky, naughty little lace and silk nothings.
"Come upstairs and try it on for me," Geordi urged,
unnecessarily.
In the bedroom, I stripped rapidly out of my practical,
work-day suit and proceeded to carefully unwrap the box.
Geordi's impatience was rewarded by my gasp of
surprised pleasure when I finally opened it. Nestled into
folds of crinkly, pink tissue paper was the most gorgeous,
black satin merry-widow I had ever seen!
"Try it on!" Geordi commanded, grinning at my
excitement. With no further urging, I stepped into the tube
of slick black satin, and turned so Geordi could lace it for
me at the back.
It seemed to fit me like a second skin. Facing the
full-length mirror in front of our bed, I admired myself.
Half-sized under-wire cups pushed my breasts upwards so
they thrust proudly forwards, while my nipples were still
clearly visible, supported by a froth of black lace. Geordi
had fastened the lacing at the back quite tightly, so my
naturally small waist was cinched in even further. An
elongated, diamond-shaped peek-a-boo, outlined with more
lace, began just between and below my breasts and
extended down across my smooth, tanned belly so my
navel was just visible above its lower point. The
merry-widow was cut high enough at the sides to expose
my hipbones, making my legs look even longer than
normal. In the middle, at the front, black satin descended
to a point, truncated by two small curves. It stopped just
above my thatch of curly, red pubic hair, giving the illusion
of a heart-shaped bush. Lacy, black suspenders dangled
from the lower edges of the garment.
Standing behind me, Geordi's hands stroked down my
flanks and in to fondle my mound. He gently parted my
luxuriant bush to expose my clit and glistening pussy-lips.
Just wearing this thing was making me _hot_, and the
bulge I could feel nudging my ass told me it was having
the same effect on Geordi. Turning in his arms, I looked
back over my shoulder to admire the rear view. All those
criss-crossed lacings, running from just below my
shoulder-blades to the top of the crack of my ass,
reminded me of bondage fantasies. Again in the back, it
was cut into high circles that rested just at the top of my
ass. My well-rounded cheeks were fully exposed, looking
startlingly white against the midnight, black satin.
I watched as Geordi's hands moved down my back to cup
the cheeks of my ass and gently pull them apart until I
could see my tight, pink ass-hole. When his fingers
began roving further down, I turned my head so we could
kiss passionately. He slid one finger into my tight, little
ass, another into my now dripping cunt, all the while
playing with my swollen clit.
Just then the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of the
first of his poker buddies.
"Wear it for me tonight!" Geordi whispered, as we broke
apart. My doubt must have shown in my face.
"Wear something casual over top," he added. "I just want
to know that you've got that on underneath!" He grinned
wickedly at me. "No panties, though!" was his parting shot
before running downstairs to answer the door.
Alright, I thought, feeling something liquify inside me. I
felt deliciously naughty, thinking of spending the evening
with a group of Geordi's buddies while wearing this
incredibly sexy under-garment. Geordi and I had
sometimes talked about fantasies of me taking on more
than one man, as we lay in bed fondling each other. Of
course, I had no such expectations about this night, but
just wearing this wicked merry-widow - and no panties! -
underneath some relatively innocent clothing was going to
be a huge turn-on!
Sitting on the bed, I pulled on a sheer pair of stockings
and fastened them to the garters. What to wear over
top,I wondered, browsing through my closet. The black
satin would show through anything light coloured and I
didn't want to be obvious. Eventually I chose an emerald
green silk outfit, with a relatively short, flared wrap-around
skirt and simple, short-sleeved shirt-blouse. The colour
was dark enough not to reveal anything and complimented
my auburn hair nicely, but it would be easy to take off at
the end of the night. Smiling to myself, I thought of
Geordi's love-making. With me wearing no panties, he
might surreptitiously fondle my pussy during the evening.
That thought made me blush slightly, but it also made me
tingle and I could feel my pussy-lips swelling in
anticipation.
My tingling increased as I walked downstairs. I hadn't
counted on how good the silk skirt would feel sliding over
my bare ass. By the time I made my way into the living
room to meet "the boys", my nipples were standing at
attention under the thin silk of my blouse.
Introductions all round were unnecessary, as I already
knew Bob, Doug and Kurt, friends of Geordi's from work.
The fifth player, Steve, was a handsome, blond-bearded
giant of a man, a friend of Doug. Geordi and I did not
have a card table, so we had scattered cushions on the
floor for everyone to sit on. They would play on our big,
low, square coffee table.
Levering themselves off the floor, the men all rose as I
came into the room and I could tell by their admiring looks
that they all found me attractive. One or two gazes
seemed to rest a trifle too long on my chest and I
wondered how obvious my state of arousal was.
After serving the first round of drinks and food, I settled
into a corner of the room to watch them play. Bob dealt
first, his long, tanned fingers skilfully manipulating the
cards. Idly, I found myself fantasizing about feeling those
fingers moving on me as skilfully as they now moved over
the cards.
My eyes moved around the table and came to rest on
Steve's huge feet and legs like tree-trunks stretched out
underneath the table. He was by far the biggest man in
the room, except Doug, whose lean height was no match
for Steve's enormous size. I wondered idly if Steve's cock
was in proportion to the rest of him. Raising my eyes, I
was startled to meet his, piercing blue and regarding me
intently. I felt my face go hot and left hurriedly for the
kitchen to fetch more beer and food.
Reaching into in the fridge, I was acutely conscious of
those five good-looking, virile men in the other room.
Occasional bursts of masculine laughter drifted in to me.
Back in the living room, I could feel their eyes on me as
I moved around the table, bending to serve them beer
and sandwiches. When I reached Geordi, he smiled
innocently up at me, while his hand slid up the back of
my leg and under my skirt to fondle my bare ass, one
finger sliding into my now very wet pussy. Had the others
noticed? I wondered as I moved quickly back to my corner
of the room.
When Geordi casually licked his finger before reaching for
another sandwich, I saw several pairs of eyes move from
his face to mine, and felt myself flush again. Maybe it
wasn't such a good idea for me to stay and watch, I
thought, and got up to go.
"Where ya going', hon?" Geordi asked.
"Just back out into the kitchen," I answered. "I can be
on hand if you need anything, and I won't disturb your
game." I explained.
"No," he protested. "Stay here. After all, you're my good
luck charm." There was a chorus of agreement from the
others and they made room for me at the table, between
Geordi and Steve.
They even dealt me in on the next hand, and Steve took
the time to explain the game to me. Leaning close so he
could whisper pointers to me, I was very conscious of how
big he was. Meanwhile, Geordi's free hand continued to
fondle my ass and kept sliding under my skirt to
finger-fuck my pussy.
As the evening wore on, I made numerous trips to the
kitchen to fetch more refreshments, and several times
Geordi asked me to sit out a hand or two so I could roll
joints for them. Not quite matching their consumption, I
was soon feeling very relaxed. I didn't need to imagine
the effect all that drink and smoke was having on the
men.
Soon, instead of sitting, most of them were lying around
on the floor. From that angle, as I moved around the
table to serve them, they must have caught more than a
few glimpses of my bare ass. Kurt was the most obvious
voyeur in the group. Several times, as I moved past him,
he tilted his head back to get a good view up my skirt.
Once I actually had to step right over where he was lying,
gazing rapturously up at my beaver. In any case, I'm
sure it wasn't long before they all knew that I had nothing
at all on under my skirt.
Every time I came back from the kitchen, a few more
hands would find their way up to stroke the backs of my
legs or pat my ass as I served them. At first I wasn't
sure how Geordi would react, but he didn't seem to mind.
In fact, his attentions were becoming more and more
obvious. He seemed to really enjoy how much the other
guys appreciated me. Every time I sat next to him he
would reach under my skirt to finger my pussy and several
times, he licked his fingers, making obvious noises of
relishing my taste, much to everyone's amusement, except
perhaps mine.
Of course, I was more than enjoying the attention of all
those good-looking men, feeling their hands resting
not-quite casually on my thighs or ass, their eyes on my
cleavage as I bent forwards to serve them. I made a
point of unbuttoning my blouse a little further and
stretching across the table to give them a real eye-full.
Could they see my nipples, I wondered. Considering how
turned on I was and how erect my nipples were under the
thin silk of my blouse, they probably could! After all, they
probably all knew how little I had on underneath my
demure little skirt and blouse!
As the evening progressed, the fondles from the men
became increasingly unrestrained. It took longer and
longer for me to serve drinks as all five pairs of hands
became more demanding and more insistent, sliding higher
on my thighs, pinching and squeezing my ass. As Ileaned
over to served them, several of the guys would make a
point of pulling my blouse forward so they could feast their
eyes on my naked tits, popping out of the top of the
merry-widow. I was finding it harder and harder to walk
out to the kitchen because my legs seemed to be turning
to jelly and every male lap in the room was sporting a
prominent bulge.
The betting, too, became less restrained, with pots getting
up into the hundreds of dollars. Despite how much he
fondled his "good-luck charm"-and he did that a lot, more
and more obviously-Geordi was now loosing consistently.
By ten p.m., he was broke, and about to withdraw from
the game. I had long since given up any pretence at
playing; their stakes were way out of my league!
"What say we make this game really interesting?" Bob
suggested. Glancing my way, his mouth curved into a
sensual and evil-looking smile. I've always found Bob
very attractive, especially his mouth, which is full-lipped
and suggestive of debauchery.
"What do you mean?" Geordi asked a little petulantly.
"You guys know I'm cleaned out."
"Not quite," Kurt corrected. Looking at me and licking
his lips suggestively.
"You still have one very impressive asset," Steve
rumbled. And his meaty hand shot up under my skirt to
grab my pussy. Despite all the play-fondling to this point,
none of Geordi's friends had been so bold! At the feel of
Steve's huge warm hand grasping my snatch, I must have
jumped about a foot in the air. My wayward pussy,
however, wasn't at all shocked and I felt myself gush
invitingly all over his big fingers, while I blushed furiously
and looked askance at Geordi.
The room was suddenly very quiet. In the silence, Steve
lifted his hand, palm outward and showed it slowly around
the table. The wet smear of my pussy juices was clearly
visible to everyone, before he brought his hand up to his
mouth and his big red tongue lapped up my nectar. Five
very horny pairs of eyes fastened on me and Geordi didn't
seem to mind at all. In fact, the bulge in his pants was
as big as anyone else's!
"All right," he agreed, a slow, lascivious grin spreading
over his face. "Wanna see the merchandise?" and
reaching over to where I stood, poised for flight, he
yanked the tie on my skirt loose and pulled it off in one
swift movement.
So there I stood, as those five pairs of hungry eyes raked
over me, from the tips of my black, stiletto pumps, up the
sheer length of my stockinged legs, past the lacy garters,
and came to rest on the curly red thatch of my bush and
the barely visible point of my swollen, pink clit.
"Take the blouse off, darlin'," my lover drawled. "You
don't need it any more and I want everyone to see the
nice present I gave you today."
As if in a trance, my hands moved up to obey him. I felt
as if I had slipped into an alternate reality. Was my lover
really planning to auction me off to the highest bidder in
a poker game? The thought was terrifying and terrifyingly
exciting. With trembling fingers, I began to unbutton my
blouse. . .
* * *
End of part 1
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