by Anwen Stiles
Michael was the victor with a flush. He raked his winnings into a sloppy pile in front of him then looked straight at Jasmine. “I believe the spoils belong to me, no?”
Her stomach tightened and a thrill fluttered in her chest. She walked up next to Michael, who wasted no time in reaching out and untying the bottom of her shirt.
“I’m so glad I won,” he said. “This style didn’t suit you at all.” He slowly peeled back the shirt and revealed the entirety of her pretty breasts, her nipples already straining, perky.
She shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor. Michael pushed his chair away from the table a short way and patted his lap. Jasmine sat down sideways. He put an arm around her waist, and his free hand cupped her breast.
The poker game continued around them, the men silent and intent, only speaking when it was time to bet. The intensity in the room had raised a hundred fold since Geoff had enacted this new aspect of the game. The very temperature in the room seemed to have climbed.
Michael’s hard bulge pressed against her ass. He thumbed her nipple and inhaled sharply.
“You have beautiful tits,” he said, pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling outward, distending her breast.
Jasmine gasped. “Thank you.”
Michael picked up his glass, the sides wet with condensation from the melting ice. He rubbed the cold tumbler over her breasts, stiffening her nipples even more than they already were. Jasmine leaned into him and shivered, enjoyed the goosebumps the chilly liquid raised over her flesh.
Michael leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, capturing it in his warmth. She moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Using both hands now, he squeezed her big breasts together, alternately sucking on one nipple then another.
She wasn’t thinking about the game anymore, who might win, who might not. She only thought about how it felt having this man sucking her breasts in front of all these other men, the newness of it, the ferocity, the incredible turn on it was to have an audience for Michael man-handling her.
What else might they do? Everything, she hoped. Everything.
She threw her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. She flinched when his teeth nibbled at her sensitive flesh. Mmm, yes.
Then he stopped of a sudden. Why? She opened her eyes and looked around. Everyone was looking, of course. Sean was eyeing her particularly hard. He waved her over.
Oh, she realized with a start. The next poker hand was already finished. And Sean had won. Well then.
She promptly stood up and took the few steps over to Sean’s chair. She stopped beside him and waited to see what he would do. She noted the rapid shuffling of the cards in the background and Michael’s continued harsh breathing, left wanting, hot and bothered from her abrupt departure.
“Spread your legs,” Sean said.
She blinked at his abruptness, and admitted to herself that she liked the way he commanded her. She spread her legs.
He smiled, something of a leer. “Hands behind your back. Stick out those tits.”
She obeyed, felt a twist down low between her legs. Wet. She had to be wet. Truth was, she’d been damp all day, saturated with anticipation and expectation. And now, she was wet from the reality of it, with how superior it was to simple fancy.
Without so much as a by-your-leave, Sean’s hand shot out and headed straight under her skirt, between her legs. His fingers dove between her folds, slipping in the moisture they found there. He made a sound low in his throat and Jasmine sucked air. He toyed around the opening to her pussy, pressing against her there, but not entering.
Then he made a fluttery motion, a sort of flurry of touches, rapid almosts but not-quites. All the while, he watched her face, and then the sharp rise and fall of her chest, the gentle motion of her breasts.
He slipped and slid through the folds of her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward.
“How bad do you want it?” he asked.
“Bad,” she had no qualms answering. It wasn’t embarrassing, wanting this from him, telling him so. Her body would admit the truth even if she didn’t.
He drove two fingers inside her pussy, hard and fast. She made an “unhh” grunt at the fierceness of his invasion. He pulled his fingers all the way out, then drove inside her again. Unhh.
Again.
Unhh.
Then he pulled her toward him and turned her around, forcing her to bend over at the waist, to grab her knees for stability as he flipped up her skirt and took in the sight of her bare ass and pussy, exposed and open in front of him.
He wasted no time forcing his fingers back inside her wet pussy. She groaned and arched her back. God, it was good. Michael was staring at her bare ass, as was Kyle. Apparently, only Geoff and Sir were involved in the current hand.
Sean finger-fucked her with power and speed while his other hand rubbed her ass cheeks. “That’s right,” he said. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers fucking your pussy.”
“Yes,” she said, her word little more than a gasped exhale of breath.
“You want it harder? You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous, tight pussy you’ve got. Right now it’s my fingers, but soon it’s gonna be my big cock. You want that?”
“Oh ... God ... yes.”
“Then take this.” He landed a stinging swat on her butt.
She gave a small cry. Then everything changed. Again.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Sean’s fingers suddenly weren’t inside her anymore. He told her to stand up, which she did, then he gave her a little push away from him, toward someone else.
Oh, toward Sir. She stumbled over to him.
The hand was complete and Sir had won. No more of Sean’s happy fingers.
She stood in front of Sir, her knees trembly and weak.
He smiled a half-smile, regarded her slowly. “I think it’s time,” he said, “for you to get rid of that skirt, don’t you?”
She nodded.
He gave her a steady look. “So you should take it off, yes?”
“Oh right.” She reached behind herself with trembling fingers. Somehow she managed to unzip the thing. She let it fall to the floor, unheeded.
Sir took a long visual stroll over her nude person and she reveled in the lust she saw in his eyes. She stood there brazenly naked, wearing only her high heels and the desire that flushed unmistakably across her features.
He held out his empty glass. “I need a fresh drink, Jasmine. Quickly, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it.”
She grabbed up the glass and hurried over to the bar, knowing he watched her. Knowing they all watched her all the time. It was beyond heady, being the center of these men’s attention. They wanted her, but were being forced to wait their turns, forced to wait for a chance at a turn.
A recognition of their likely frustration entered her thoughts, an acknowledgement that turned her on even more — if it were possible to turn her on more than she already was.
She quickly dumped some whiskey into a fresh glass, dropped in few ice cubes, then headed back to the waiting Sir.
He took the drink from her and set it aside. He scooted back from the table. “Come, have a seat. Straddle me.”
She did as he told her, conscious of her spread pussy and the hard press of his erection against his pants, aware of how naked she was, and how clothed he was.
He asked her to lean back with her elbows on the table, a position that forced her breasts upward and opened her pussy even further as she tilted backward. He stroked the outside of her thighs, up and down, down and up, his eyes lingering between her legs.
“Grind your hips,” he said. “Grind down on me. I want to see you move. Work for it, Jasmine. That’s it.”
She rotated her hips slowly, pushing down against his lap. His hands closed around her hips and helped set the pace and motion.
“Mmm, yes, like that,” he said. His fingers bit into h
er flesh.
She stifled a groan. His rock hard dick pushed against her bottom, taunting her with its willing form. She wanted, no, needed something inside her. Needed it now. She wanted to be taken, hard and swift, over and over. But Sir wasn’t ready for that yet, she presumed. No. She guessed not. So she gave him the lap dance he requested.
He lifted up one of her legs and raised it until he propped her ankle on his shoulder. Then he did the same with her other leg. She gripped the sides of the table and fought for purchase, the edge of the table pressing into her back. His hands slid under her ass and squeezed her hard, lifting her slightly and settling her more fully over his erection before lowering her again.
Then his hands closed over the fronts of her thighs and he pulled, hard, fast, forcing her ass against his crotch. The scratchy fabric of his pants was rough against her tender parts, as was the cold touch of his metal belt buckle.
She struggled to maintain balance while he yanked her against himself over and over again. Little grunting noises escaped her throat. Her pussy pulsed, on fire, needing it, needing him inside her. She panted and watched him watch her breasts, bouncing up and down with the impact of his forced lap dance.
God. Please.
And then, as had happened before, he stopped without warning. Another hand of poker was over. Another man had won the pleasure of her company. Who? She craned her neck to look around the table.
Geoff was kicked back in his chair, his eyes half-lidded and sexy as hell. He raised an eyebrow and pointed at the floor beside him.
Sir helped Jasmine get back on her feet. She tottered over to the relaxed Geoff and stood where he pointed. She vaguely noticed the next hand beginning, the familiar sound of a shuffled deck of cards, the tinkling of the ice in Sir’s drink, the plastic clicking of poker chips.
Geoff motioned for her to lean down to him. He held her by the sides of her head and whispered in her ear, “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?”
A hard thump sounded in her chest. She shook her head.
He chuckled lightly. “Yes you do. That body of yours would drive any man wild ... hell, it IS driving us wild. I want to fuck you senseless.”
“Yes,” she said. “Now.” Her need had reduced her to monosyllables.
“Oh, but not yet, Jasmine. We have so much time, and I’m planning on making the most of every minute. I want you on your knees between my legs. Now.”
He released her and adjusted his chair so she could kneel. As soon as she was in position, he reached out and undid the bun at the back of her head, releasing her thick hair from its confinement.
“Beautiful,” he told her. Then he tangled her hair in his hands and pulled her head down against his rock hard cock, still trapped underneath the fabric of his pants.
He rubbed her around against himself and she sighed under his command. He ground her against himself for only a minute or so until he released her, then in quick motions, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen, huge cock.
He held her by her hair with one hand, and his cock in the other. “Do you want it?” he asked.
“Oh, yes I want it,” she said in a breathy whisper. He had a spectacular member, long and thick with a fat head. She thought of how it would stretch her pussy and shuddered all over.
“If you want it, then taste it,” he told her.
She eagerly opened her mouth and he pushed the bulbous, smooth tip past her lips. He tasted clean and of manly musk. He filled her mouth and spread her jaws tight with his wide girth. Soon, he pressed against the back of her throat and when she gagged, he backed off a bit.
And it went like that for a while, her sucking and him fucking, and sometimes he went too far and sometimes he didn’t, and it was good either way. Either way, she wanted it. And in those moments as her tongue worked over his shaft and her hand sought out his tight balls, she wondered if he’d shove his cock all the way down her throat. She wondered if it would hurt. She wondered if she’d mind.
She didn’t think she’d mind much of anything at the moment, so great was her arousal, her desire for the forbidden and new. She had changed, somehow, become a woman of passion and need, who didn’t care about anything other than release.
She reached between her legs and touched her clit. Oh yes, that was good. And while Geoff fucked her mouth, she worked her distended clit around and around. She tightened and released, tightened and released. Around and around and the pressure built.
The men, watching her, their eyes on her naked form, feeling how much they wanted her. Seeing her lips wrapped around Geoff’s huge cock, struggling to take him deeper and deeper. Seeing him make her gag, seeing her accept it. More. Higher and higher.
And then she was trembling all over, coming, and she didn’t care who saw, or what they did, she only knew the heights of her self-pleasure. She gasped loudly around Geoff’s cock, raised her head off of him and cried out, arching backward.
She looked into Geoff’s dark eyes.
“You’re a greedy little thing, Jasmine,” he said. “Keep on coming. Just like that. Yes. Like that.”
And she did. And he rapidly stroked his cock. They were both panting now and the tingles still spread from her core into every part of her body.
“Open your mouth wider,” Geoff said, his voice a harsh grunt.
She did. He grunted again. Shook all over.
Then, as the last of her orgasm trilled up her spine, he came. He shot into her mouth, filling her with the warm fluid. She swallowed, gulping it down, an experience she’d never allowed before, but did now, because this was different, this was something new, more powerful, feral and real in a way nothing else had ever been.
She swallowed it all down.
Because the look in his dark eyes told her he wanted her to.
Yes.
Please.
She swallowed.
Chapter 4
JASMINE SPLASHED COLD WATER over her face, trying to cool her hot skin. A knock sounded on the bathroom door.
She heard Geoff’s voice. “Jasmine, are you okay?”
She grabbed a towel off the rack and patted her face. “Fine,” she called out. “I’m fine. Freshening up.”
“Let me in.”
She recognized the sound of implacable authority when she heard it. Ah, well, he was concerned, and that was a good thing, wasn’t it?
She’d no sooner turned the knob than Geoff pushed his way into the room. He closed the door behind him and gave her a long, thorough look-over, spending the most time on her face.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine, really.”
“We don’t have to keep going. If you’ve changed your mind or you’ve had enough, I’ll send everyone home right now.”
“No, no. I can’t stop.”
“You can always stop.”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand.”
“Then help me. You ran away so suddenly after, after we came. Something must have been wrong.”
“No, everything was right. Too right.” It was difficult for Jasmine to express how she felt. She doubted he’d understand, anyway. “I was just overwhelmed for a second. It’s like ... it’s like I want this too much. I keep thinking how I want more. I may want it too much.”
He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. “Thank God. I’d have let you go, but I think it might have killed me.”
She smiled. “It can’t be that bad.”
“You don’t know how much I want you.”
“You kind of already had me.”
“I haven’t had you nearly enough.” His eyelids lowered and his sex appeal rocketed off the charts. He took her hand and pressed it against his groin. “I’m already hard for you again.”
She licked her lips, was suddenly reminded of her nudity. “I’m flattered. You ... and them, out there, you make me feel like ...”
“Like you’re the sexiest woman alive. That’s because you are.”
> Her heart pounded hard again and that need, the drive to push the limits urged her to head back into the fray.
Geoff seemed to sense her readiness. He held out an arm to her. “Shall we?”
She nodded.
He led her out of the bathroom and back into the living area where the four other men waited in various poses of impatience around the poker table. They perked up as soon as they saw her, though they appeared cautious at the same time.
Geoff said, “Jasmine is well, and ready to resume the evening.”
With those words, the men lost their reserve and allowed full-blown desire to settle back over their demeanors. She was naked, and quite the tantalizing sight if the heat in their expressions was anything to judge by. Jasmine doubted she could ever weary of watching them watch her.
“I have an idea for a change-up in the game, if Jasmine agrees,” Geoff said, “I think we’re wanting a little more time with our lovely lady, so I suggest that the winner gets to spend two hands with her before returning to the game. That, of course, means Jasmine will be entertaining two of us at a time. Will two of us at a time be acceptable to you?” He looked at Jasmine.
Her stomach turned over, an arousing thud. “I think I could manage that.”
“Excellent!” Geoff smiled around at the men. “So, who won the last hand? That’s right, Sean. I, of course, have my second turn coming. The next winner will replace me. Understand?”
The men nodded, their looks full of lusty speculation.
Geoff and Sean moved an easy chair and a love seat near the poker table and arranged them neatly.
Sean waved his arm at the furniture. “Your court, milady,” he said with pretend grandeur.
She barely had time to answer before Sean yanked down his pants and plopped onto the chair.
He gestured at his stiff cock, standing out proudly. “I could use some of the service you gave Geoff earlier, if you don’t mind.”
She started to kneel in front of him, but Geoff stopped her. He had her spread her legs then bent her over at the waist, sending her head down into Sean’s lap, but keeping her ass high in the air. Her breasts hung heavy from her chest.
She licked over the smooth head of Sean’s cock at the same time as Geoff began rubbing her buttocks. One of his hands dipped between her legs and found her damp slit. He slid his fingers up and down, and then slipped two of them inside her pussy.
