7 comments/ 28669 views/ 17 favorites Strip Poker Game By: Joe_Monty The story's start is a bit slow but I think it builds appropriately and makes it seem more realistic. This is my first submission. I welcome all critiques / comments. Thanks. ***** I was in the gym doing my usual work out. My name is Joe. I am 28 years old and in decent shape. About 5 foot 7 inches, 165 lbs., light brown hair, with a body like a swimmer-more tight and defined than "big", but still muscular. No six pack abs, but just on the verge. Also I wear glasses. I am overall fairly good looking, but no girlfriend at this time. I was a bit distracted during my workout as there were two particularly good looking women working out in the gym together, they were obviously friends. One was blond and had a very tight body and nice shapely breasts (about a C cup). She was about 5 foot 5. She looked to be in her young twenties. She was wearing a tight blank tank top and tight matching black exercise pants. She looked very hot. The other one was a brunette, about 5 feet 9 inches (very tall) but also very muscular. She still looked good, but she obviously lifted weights for a while and was going for size. She looked to be in her upper twenties. Her breasts were also about a C cup. She was wearing a tight grey T-shirt and loose fitting black shorts. She was leading the blonde through the workout. The blond was definitely the looker of the two, but the brunette was decently attractive and it looked like it would be a nice adventure to experience a woman like that in bed. Most of the workout, I was gawking at them...I couldn't help myself...at one point I thought they caught me looking and the blond kind of pointed at me and whispered in the brunette's ear. The brunette just shook her head "yes" to whatever the blond said. I pretended like I didn't notice this and kept on with my workout, careful not to look at them again. I finished my workout and went and showered. When I was finished and dressed I left the locker room and saw the two women lingering in the hallway talking to each other. They had also cleaned up and changed. As I walked past them, the blond said, "Excuse me, don't I know you?" "Uhm, I'm not sure? I think so?" I replied. I knew I didn't know her but decided it couldn't hurt to pretend. "Isn't your name Joe?" The blond replied. "Why yes it is," I said in surprise, I had never met her before and wondered how she knew my name? Oh well why a gift horse in the mouth look. "Weren't you in the ab class the other day?" she asked. "Uhm, yes that must be it" I replied. I had never been in an ab class, but decided it was best to go with it and keep the conversation going. "So you don't remember my name do you? Story of my life with guys like you she said" As she approached closer to me, I could smell her sweet perfume. "I'm Amanda in case you forgot, and I can see the ab class is paying off." she said with a devilish smile. "Also this is my friend, Jessica." Amanda said. Jessica interjected, "Hey I hate to be rude but if we don't leave now we will miss the bus Amanda." "Oh shit you are right, sorry Joe we have to go," Amanda replied. Not wanting my good fortune to end, I chimed in, "Well I have a car and time today, I can give you ladies a ride." Amanda quickly replied "that sounds great," and gave a wink to Jessica. "Oh we would be forever in your debt Joe," Jessica said with a sly smile. I was feeling really pumped and fortunate and confident right now. Here I was in a potentially good situation with these women. As I led the way to my car, I could hear the 2 women giggle as they trailed behind me on the way to my car. Amanda climbed into the front seat. "Thanks so much, this is really a time saver," Amanda said. It was a short ride to Amanda's house, along the way Amanda made small talk about the ab class. I continued to play along and make generic comments as if he had been in the ab class. I wasn't sure but every time I made a comment about the ab class I could swear Jessica gave out a giggle under her breath. I pulled into the driveway of Amanda's home. "Joe, why don't you come in for an after workout smoothie?" Amanda offered. "Sure" I said with no hesitation. I thought this situation was looking better and better. They got in and Amanda started making smoothies. I noticed she put in some vodka too. "Vodka?" I asked. "Sure, it helps relax the muscles after a workout," Jessica replied with a smile. Why not I thought to myself? We drank down their vodka protein shakes and Amanda said, "let's do shots of tequila!" "Hell Yeah" Jessica said. I couldn't believe my luck. Amanda broke out the tequila and shot glasses, before I knew it I had been through two rounds of shots. Jessica's cell phone beeped with a text message, "Oh shit, no, Sara and Mary don't think they will make it for today's card game," Jessica looked upset. "Card game?" I asked. "Every other week we play a game of poker for money, Jessica over there is a card shark," Amanda replied. "That's only because she hasn't played me yet," I boasted. "I was planning on winning some money for my rent today," Jessica chimed in disappointed. "But if Joe is willing to play I can at least get some of my rent money from you two," Jessica said with a smile. Amanda interjected, "Uhm, err, Jessica, I wasn't planning on playing today, I am a bit low on money, I was just planning to host." "How much money do you have honey?" Jessica asked me. "Uhmm I don't have too much on me," I replied. Damn it! I was cursing myself for not having more cash on hand. "But I can go to the ATM and get some," I offered. "No honey, you already had those shots, not a good idea to drive right now," Jessica replied. "How about IOUs?" I offered eagerly . "No, I hardly know you and I wouldn't even play Amanda for IOUs," she replied. "This sucks," Jessica said. "At least I have another week before rent is due, but I was up for the buzz of gambling, but you two don't have any money," Jessica pouted. "We can play for fun!" Amanda offered, pulling out the poker set and setting the table. "Fun?" Jessica said, "There's no fun if there is no stake!" "Well sorry Jessica, why don't we make the best of it and play for fun?" Amanda asked. I sat down at the table with the 2 of them just hoping we would figure something out. "How about if we play like we did that time last month, Amanda?" Jessica asked teasingly. "No fucking way Jessica, I will never do that again, that was so embarrassing," Amanda said mortified. "What did you last month?" I asked deeply interested. "We played strip poker," Jessica said slyly. "Come on Amanda don't be a prude, you have on more clothes than me anyway, maybe you will get your revenge," Jessica teased. "uhmmm, I don't know," Amanda said considering revenge and the fact that she had more clothes than Jessica. I was in utter shock and keeping my fingers crossed the game would go on. "Come on Amanda, otherwise it will just me and Joe, both of you have on more clothes than me, if you both play there's a better chance I lose," she said with a smile. "How do you know Joe will play?" Amanda replied. "He's a guy...and he already thinks he can out card shark me," Jessica replied. "Damn right I replied!" I said confidently and trying to keep the game going. "OK, OK I will play, but I will NOT bet so crazily this time," Amanda reluctantly agreed. "Game on bitches!" Jessica yelled. At this point, I started taking stock of what everyone was wearing. Jessica was wearing a tight fitting pullover blue blouse, black skirt and black heels. Amanda was wearing a light black scarf, black open cardigan, a blue button down blouse, blue jeans, and small black boots. I was wearing a buttoned down red shirt, blue jeans, and black casual shoes. Clearly Amanda and I had the advantage over Jessica. "Ok the ante is one article of clothing" Jessica said with a sly smile. Jessica put in one of her heels, Amanda put in a boot, and I put in a shoe. I was relieved we didn't have to put in a pair as one item. I dealt the cards. I had 2 pair Aces and tens. Jessica passed with no raise, Amanda too. It was on me. I figured they had nothing and decided to risk it and raised 2. I pulled off my other shoe and sock and proclaimed, "I raise 2". "Shit!" Jessica exclaimed, "I fold." "Me too," Amanda said. I pulled in the pot and put back on my shoe. "Beginners luck," Jessica said. Jessica put in her last heel and Amanda put in her last boot. Since I was ahead, I put in Jessica's heel. Jessica was now barefoot! Jessica dealt. This time I had nothing. Amanda passed with no raise but looked fidgety. I didn't raise. Jessica smiled and proclaimed, "I raise my one!" And proceeded to remove her belt. Interesting, now at least I knew belts counted too. Amanda smiled, I guess she was fidgeting because she had a good hand...and she had more clothes than Jessica. "Let's make it interesting, I see your one (she pulled off a sock) and raise you two," Amanda pulled off her other sock and her belt. I quickly folded since I had nothing. "Hmmm," Jessica said. "This is an interesting situation." Damn right I thought, Jessica would have to remove her blouse and skirt to match the bet! "You have to be in it to win it!" Jessica retorted and stood up and slowly pulled her blouse over her head. Her muscular body was revealed and her nice c cups breasts were firmly nestled in a tight blue bra. Next she quickly pulled down her skirt, revealing matching blue panties, I didn't get a chance to see too much because she quickly sat down and it was hidden under the table. "Nice!" I exclaimed. "Don't get too excited boy, that's all you are going to see this afternoon," she retorted. I didn't care I had a nice view of her cleavage. "And I raise you one more," Jessica said and threw in a green chip. "What the heck?" I asked. "Don't you have to take something off to bet?" "Not when you get down to your skivvies Joe," Amanda explained. "You can bet with chips to cover your skivvies but if you lose the hand you lose your clothes. So you have to actually lose the hand to lose your bra or panties...or underwear in your case...you have to win the hand to see the goodies," Amanda said with a chuckle. Seemed weird to me but whatever, the game was definitely interesting now. For Amanda to cover the bet she would lose her scarf. (Damn women and their layers of clothes), but it would be one less article for Amanda. "You're risking a lot there Jessica," Amanda said with a smile. "I'm not bluffing!" Jessica said confidently. "Me neither!" Amanda said confidently. Amanda removed her scarf. "And I raise you 2," Amanda said. She took off her cardigan. Then she stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As she unbuttoned it I could see the hint of a red bra. She teasingly unbuttoned the last button, untucked the blouse from her jeans and let it slide off her on to the floor. Her C cup breasts poured out on display in a tight red bra revealing ample cleavage. "On you," Amanda said. "This is getting interesting," I said. I was starting to get hard now. Jessica in her blue bra and panties. Amanda in her red bra. Breasts were everywhere I looked! I was in heaven. "Aren't you all smug Joe?" Jessica asked. "You're just having beginners luck," Jessica explained. "Look who still has on all his clothes right now," I confidently retorted..."and it's about to get interesting for you Hun." "Yes it is," Jessica replied. The raise was 2 and all Jessica had left was one article of clothing... "I will call," Jessica said as she threw in a green and red chip. "What is the red chip?" I asked. "That's a dare chip," Amanda said with a sly smile. "That's how she embarrassed me last game...now it's payback," Amanda explained. "Dare chip?" I asked. "Yes a dare to do naked-like go streaking, lap dance, spanking, handcuffing / tied up, etc...be creative," Amanda said with a smile. Amanda laid down her hand-"3 Jacks!" she said proudly. "Shit," Jessica said. "Yes, payback!" said Amanda. Whoever won, it would be a good situation for me. "Psych," Jessica said..."3 Kings, I win!" "Damn it," Amanda said... Jessica grabbed the huge stack of clothes and eagerly started to get dressed. "Ante up," I proclaimed as I put in Amanda's boot and was proud I still had all my clothes on. Jessica threw in Amanda's other boot and Amanda stood up cursing and started dropping her pants. I could see Amanda had on a red G-string, but to my disappointment she quickly sat down hiding it. Amanda and I were fully clothed now while Amanda was in a vulnerable state. "Damn it Jessica this isn't fair!" Amanda complained. "Tsk, tsk tsk," Jessica said, "you made the bet Hun, you got too greedy with revenge with your betting and now you're paying for it." Jessica laughed. "Fair is fair," I chimed in while smirking. I was disappointed there was less cleavage on display now that Jessica had her clothes back, but happy as Amanda would soon be the first one naked. "Damn you both," Amanda said. It was on Jessica to raise. "I'll raise 3," Jessica said with a smirk. She threw in two of Amanda's socks and one of her heels on the table. "Damn you," Amanda said. Amanda was thinking hard..."what the hell," she said and threw in 2 green chips (to cover her bra and G-string) and on one red chip (dare) to cover the 3rd item. Now it was on me. I had 2 pair, tens and queens. Not the strongest, but I still had on all my clothes, and if Jessica and I both stayed in than there was more of a chance Amanda would lose! Naked Amanda and a dare! Jessica seemed pretty confident too so I was sure she had a strong hand. Then I got to thinking, maybe 2 dares would go better! Jessica had a mountain of clothes so I was sure she would be in. Why not? It's 3 dares for her I greedily thought. "I'll see your 3," I said as I pulled off my 2 shoes and sock..."and I will raise you 2," I said as I pulled off my last sock and my belt. "What the hell, Joe?" Amanda protested..."this is not fair!" Amanda exclaimed. "Sure it is Hun," Jessica replied. "Don't hate the player, hate the game," I retorted gleefully. "I'm in," Jessica replied and put up Amanda's belt and jeans and scarf to cover the bet. "Damn you both!" Amanda replied. "You can just fold now- only one dare instead of 3," I said confidently. "Fuck it!" Amanda said, and threw in 2 more red chips. "I call, show them" Amanda demanded. "My oh my, this is interesting," Jessica said. I laid down my 2 pair; Jessica only has a pair of aces (WTF! Why was she betting so much with one pair???). Amanda let a sigh of relief and laid down 3 kings. "YES!" she cheered! And she quickly grabbed the clothes and started putting on what she could... Damn it, what happened? How did things change so quickly? Shit... "Ante up," Jessica taunted at me...knowing that now I was getting low on clothes. I only had 3 articles left now-button down shirt, jeans and underwear. Amanda threw in one of my socks. Jessica threw in Amanda's cardigan. "Yeah Joe, Ante up," Amanda joined in. She was still in her nice tight red bra though. "Now we have a game!" Amanda boasted. I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. "Ooh, yeah baby, nice and slow baby," they both taunted. "Ok, OK," I said, "let's see how you do when I make my come back" "Ooh do you promise to cum baby?" Jessica teased. They both burst laughing. I threw my shirt on the table and the women continued to catcall, "nice abs, the ab class is paying off Hun." They both winked at each other...at least I was in decent shape. I had 2 pair, aces and kings. Amanda quickly raised 3. My 2 shoes and my other sock. It was on me now. Shit. 3 would be me naked and one dare. With 2 pair I couldn't risk that. She could be bluffing, but I couldn't risk it. "I fold," I said. "You have to be in it to win it Hun," Jessica retorted and giggled. "I fold too," Jessica replied. "I guess I win," Amanda giggled and quickly grabbed her winnings. "Oopsie," Amanda said as she "accidentally on purpose" dropped her cards where I could see them; she had nothing...King high! DAMN IT!! I would have won... She could see the look on my face that I should have won... "You have to be in it to win it Hun," Amanda replied while smirking. "Don't hate the player, hate the game," Jessica mocked me back with my own words from earlier. Amanda quickly pulled her cardigan on and covered her bra. Amanda threw in one of my shoes, Jessica put in Amanda's blouse. "Drop them!" Jessica gleefully chimed in. "Ante up, bitch!" Amanda commanded. Amanda was really getting more aggressive now, what happened to the more reserve Amanda I wondered? "Ok, alright," I reluctantly stood up my face turning red. "I wonder if it's boxers or briefs?" Amanda asked Jessica. "I don't know but we'll find out soon enough," Jessica said. "Drop them stud!" Jessica said in her typical domineering fashion. Stealing a play from their book I quickly dropped my jeans and sat down, allowing them only a quick peek at me black briefs. "Boo, boo, boo!" they both said and laughed out loud. "This is going to be so great, Hun," Jessica teased me and scooted her chair closer to me. "Don't get too confident, so far everyone that got low on clothes won them back," I replied, trying to sound confident. "That just means the streak is about to break, bitch," Amanda mocked back to me. Damn she was getting aggressive, and what was with the "bitch" all of a sudden? I was extremely hard now. Jessica playfully peeked under the table. "What are you hiding down there stud?" she taunted. "I see London, I see France, I see Joe's under pants," Jessica sang, Amanda almost fell over laughing. I was getting harder and harder but also more embarrassed. How did I get in this position? This time I could not believe my luck. I had a full house- pair of threes and three queens. The best had of the day! No naked Joe for these ladies! I tried not to look to smug. "I pass," Amanda said. That was weird I thought, I would have thought for sure she would raise just to mess with me even if she had nothing. "On you Hun," Jessica said. "Oh am I allowed to raise?" I asked. "That's what the dare chips are for Hun," Jessica replied with a smile. "Ok," I replied. I thought about what to do, I could stop here and win a small stack, but with their betting I would quickly be low again. This was the best hand of the night. Time to bet. "I raise three," I said confidently and threw in a red chip (underwear) and 2 green chips (dare). "Now we have a game," replied Jessica with an evil looking smile. "Since Amanda has all the clothes, I fold," Jessica said. Jessica was down to her blouse, skirt, bra & panties & one heel. "Hmm, on me now huh Joe?" Amanda teased, Jessica giggled. She didn't raise before, she must not have anything...or was she trying to trap me? Damn mind games...but she couldn't beat my full house, so no worries...right? I was conflicted and she didn't even bet yet. "I see your 3... (she put in my other shoe and pair of socks)...and raise you 1, Hun" Amanda said as she threw in my belt. "Oohhh, what is Joe going to do?" Jessica teased both ladies looked like they were feasting on my body. "If he folds it's naked Joe and 2 dares, if he stays in it's naked Joe and 3 dares!" Amanda gloated. "I am so happy it's not me naked this time, Joe, and although I prefer my revenge on Jessica you will make a nice substitute," Amanda kept gloating. "Now, now, don't be so sure, I am not naked yet," I said trying to sound confident. Strip Poker Game Jessica moved over to look at Amanda's cards. "If I was you honey I would fold now," Jessica said. I was tired of their taunting now. The smart move would be to call. But I had a damn full house. "I see your 1 and raise you 2!" I exclaimed as I threw in 3 red chips. "Oh my," Jessica said. "You sure you want to do that Hun?" Amanda said. "You have to be in it to win it," I retorted confidently. "Ok," Amanda said. She threw in my shirt and one of her boots. "Well, Mr. Confident, I will raise you 6 more, to make it 11 dares," she said...she put in her other boot, pair of socks, belt, cardigan, scarf "11 dares?" Jessica questioned..."we can be here all night," she replied giggling. "It's only 5 if he folds now," Amanda offered and giggled. Damn it, what did I get myself into? "What are you going to do Hun?...5 or 11?" Amanda goaded. "Either way it's not looking good for you" "I suggest he fold," Jessica stated plainly. "If you fold now, I promise to go easy on you bitch." Amanda offered. There was that "bitch" again, WTF? "Ha, ha," I said. "I call!" I said. I was confident I would win, and threw in 6 more red chips. "Four twos," Amanda said and showed her hand of four of a kind. SHIT. THAT BEATS A FULL HOUSE. DAMN IT! I laid my head down in shame. "Woo, woo," the ladies hollered knowing by my reaction that I lost without even seeing my hand. "Damn it," I said and threw down my full house. "Good hand Hun, just not good enough," Amanda said. "11, 11, 11," They sang to rub in my 11 dares. "Beep, beep", Jessica's cell phone rang. "Don't start until I come back Amanda," Jessica pleaded. She took the phone in the other room where I couldn't hear. Jessica answered, "Mary and Sara? You can over now? Sure come on over, we have some nice entertainment for you. We found this guy in the gym for our fixed strip poke game...we got his name from the front desk...yeah he was a gawker and we played him pretty good, made it pretty convincing, we let him see us in our bra and panties...we distracted him so he didn't see the different decks of rigged cards we were using throughout the game...yeah this guy is a record...we got him up to 11 dares...the guy from last month we only scammed 4 dares off him, but this guy is 11...tonight is going to be fun! Hurry over!" To be continued... Strip Poker Gang-Bang A few years ago, I went with my former boyfriend, who is a professional photographer, to New York on a three-day trip to attend a photography exhibition. We were staying at a hotel, but knew another photographer called Sam who we had met at another exhibition in London. We were invited to his house on the first night of our stay. I was introduced to his girlfriend Anne who suggested that I went out for a drink with her the following evening. My boyfriend would be attending a seminar, and Sam and some pals would be having their weekly card school, so we would both be free. So it was agreed that I would take a taxi over to Sam's, where Anne would meet me. When I arrived, Sam invited me in. However, it turned out that Anne couldn't meet me, because her mother had been taken ill. They had lost our hotel telephone number and couldn't warn me. "What a shame. Now you are left on your own," said Sam. On the other side of the room two men sat at a card table. They looked about the same age as Sam, in their late twenties, I guessed. "Do you play poker at all?" Sam asked, indicating the card players. "As it happens, I enjoy poker, and have played quite a bit on the Internet," I replied. Sam smiled. "Join us then. It is better than sitting alone in your hotel. But I must warn you that we play for quite high stakes." "Thanks, that's fine," I replied, thinking that I could take these guys on easily, and make some extra spending money. Sam introduced me to his pals -- Bill, and Ted. I had already noticed them eying me up from across the room. Thinking that I was going to some smart places with Anne, who was very glamorous, I had dressed in a tight white mohair sweater, and a short Ted skirt with matching spike sandals, and had used my modelling sheen oil on my long bare legs. I was definitely over-dressed for a quiet card game, and couldn't blame them for staring. I had put all the dollars my boyfriend had given me into my handbag, intending to leave them in the hotel safe. But my taxi had been waiting, and I forgot, and rushed out without depositing them. So I had about $500 with me, which was what we had budgeted to spend on the trip, as we had full board at the hotel. I sat down at the table, drinks were poured, and we started. The games flowed on, as did the bourbon and coke I was drinking, which didn't taste as disTedting as I had expected. I can hold my drink, but began to feel the effect of the generous measures Sam poured. Unfortunately, either my luck or my skill deserted me. After a promising start, I started losing big-time. Hand after hand went against me. After an hour, not only had I lost the $500, but another $200, which Ted had lent me. I had insisted on writing an IOU, to ease my embarrassment. When I ran out of cash, I sat ashen faced, thinking, what the fuck have I done? And what was my boyfriend going to say? He disapproved of gambling anyway. He was likely to finish with me over my disaster. I also knew that we had reached the limit on our credit cards, to pay for the trip. I was in deep shit, as my American friends would have said. We had all been drinking fairly heavily, and as the evening had progressed, the men had been laughingly making remarks about my tits. Sam smiled at me, "I hear that you are still modelling, Emma." "That's right," I replied glumly. "So you have no problem in taking off your clothes in front of men," he grinned. "Not if the money's right," I shot back, sensing what he was getting at, and seeing a possible way out of my predicament. He then suggested a way to get me back into the card game. I could nominate an article of my clothing. The men would then bid to be the one allowed to remove it and receive a kiss from me. With the money they gave me I could start gambling again. Yes, with me half naked, I thought. Still, it might just help me by distracting them. This was different from posing for professional photographers, and I did feel embarrassed. But my desperation to get the money back, plus the effect of the bourbon, overcame my scruples. My losses had been shared pretty evenly among the four men, so they were not short of cash. Also, they too had been drinking and were obviously feeling horny. I offered my sweater first, since they had ruled that my stilettos would not be permitted. Amid some laughter and joking the highest bid was made by Ted, who I had noticed staring at my breasts a lot. I stood up, and to shouts of encouragement, he very slowly drew my sweater over my head, craftily running his fingers over the tops of my breasts as he did so. As women do, to feel good, I had put on a brand new black lacy bra and thong set, even though I had thought that the only man to see me in them would my boyfriend. Ted stepped back, and there was silence for a moment as the men admired the sight of my breasts swelling out of the low cups -then whistles and mutters of appreciation followed. I became aware of my nipples rising, as I grew excited by the situation. Glancing down, I saw that one of my nipples was half-exposed, the brown tip thrusting up from the contrasting half circle of pink areola. I quickly adjusted my bra as Ted pulled me in for his kiss. I kept my mouth closed, although he did take a long time about it, and his tongue was probing demandingly. I volunteered my skirt next, and after some banter, Bill was the highest bidder. He led me to the centre of the room, so that they could get a good view, after I had taken a quick gulp of bourbon for courage. After fumbling with the catch and zip for a bit, he slowly drew my skirt down my legs, managing to get a nice feel of my ass as his hands passed. When my black thong came into view, he paused, and the other two applauded and whistled. But as I stepped out of the skirt and Bill held my outstretched hand, the room became silent again as they gazed at me. My long legs were set off perfectly by the spike heels, and my black lacy thong was cut high on my thighs, and disappeared between my cheeks. I tried to lighten things a bit by laughing and doing a few twirls, but actually I was getting turned on. I could feel my pussy starting to lubricate, and was suddenly aware of the way the thong pulled against my clit. When Bill pulled me close for his kiss, I felt his hard-on pressing against my bare tummy. I found myself automatically opening my mouth a little to his searching lips, and when the kiss became prolonged, I pushed him away playfully. I usually got worked up when I was posing for the sexy photo shoots, and it was happening again. Although a lot of women would have felt terribly embarrassed, the exhibitionist in me was starting to enjoy the situation. After they had jokingly insisted that I strut my model stuff around the room for a while, going into all the standard poses loved by photographers, we sat down and started the poker again. At least my legs and thong were out of sight under the table, but every time I leaned forward, most of my tits were on display. I had accumulated a reasonable betting bank from my antics, and this time I did a bit better and won back about $100. But I still did not have enough to cover my losses. I could see that the men's minds weren't really on the game, with me sitting there almost naked. Eventually Sam spoke up. "Look guys, I've had about enough of poker. But it seems a shame to leave our pretty little visitor out of pocket. How about if we give her some of her losses back in return for her doing a few dances for us?" The others immediately agreed enthusiastically, so he turned to me. "Well babe, what do you think?" From the tone of the remarks they had been passing about me, I had half expected something like this. I considered their request. Could this be my way of getting out of my predicament? It could be easy money. With a bit of luck and the modelling skills I had learned, I should be able to wrap these horny, tipsy guys around my finger, and tease them into getting all my money back. Well - that was the idea. After a bit of hard bargaining, I persuaded them to chip in $50 dollars each if I took off my bra and danced for them to music for about fifteen minutes. I figured that if I could get them enjoying it, and they kept on drinking, they would ask for more, and the money would roll in. So they put on some slow R & B music and I proceeded to twist and turn to the music, dressed only in my thong and stilettos. As I danced for them I tried to imagine that I was just at a club, fully dressed, and dancing for my own pleasure. But I realised well enough how sexy I must look to them. I couldn't resist sneaking glances of my image in a mirror. I noticed how my high heels made my breasts sway when I moved. The thong was clinging to my crotch as my exertions made me sweat and I could see the outline of my pussy lips begin to show through the flimsy material. It was turning me on to be exposing myself like this - only feet away from these horny, young strangers. I was definitely getting very sexually excited and I wondered if the pussy juices which had started to flow would start to show through the already damp crotch of my thong. I tried not to look at the men, but when I took a glance, I could see how their trouser flies were bulging. In fact Ted was quite openly rubbing his hard-on through his trousers, as he muttered something in Sam's ear. Then he stood up. Pulling $50 from his pile on the table, he said, "How about dancing with me up close for a while? There's twenty bucks in it for you." "Make it fifty," I retorted, sticking to my plan, with fingers crossed. Ted hesitated for a second, as his eyes greedily roamed over my body. "Fine," he grunted. "But I want some kissing as well," and he added the money to my pile on the table. "Okay, but ten minutes only. Will you time us Sam?" I asked. Sam nodded eagerly, "Sure, and count Bill and me in for that deal as well, he added." I hesitated, and took a large swallow of bourbon. "Fine - ten minutes, and with your hands on my shoulders only, okay?" "Sure Emma babe," smiled Ted. "No problem." He was a good head taller than me, and his body looked lean and firm. Ted placed my hands on his broad shoulders, and slipped his arms under mine. His big warm hands slid up my back and lightly grasped my shoulders, which tingled at his touch. When he drew me into him, my naked breasts were squeezed against his cotton shirt, and my nipples rose immediately. I wondered if Ted could feel the points pressing against his skin. He made no attempt to prevent the bulge of his big hard cock from pressing against my bare stomach. As we shuffled slowly to the music, our bodies pressed together, Ted bent his neck to find my lips, and we kissed. At first I kept my lips closed, but before I knew it, they had parted instinctively, and our tongues met. After a few minutes, Ted's hands moved lower to lightly caress my shoulder blades. I made no move to stop him -- partly because I didn't want to spoil my money-making game, and partly because it felt so fucking great. As we turned to the music, I suddenly felt another body pressing against me from behind. Arms went round me trapping my arms and pinning me hard against Ted. I heard Sam`s voice in my ear "How would you like to make some real money Emma?" The guys started to paw me a little, touching my breasts and running their hands up and down my legs, breathing on my neck. I broke away from them. "Whoa, cowboy," I said with a laugh, although I was not really finding the situation funny. "Sure, but what do I do for it?" I asked. I was still smiling but my pulse was racing, and my mind was whirling in anticipation of what his reply was going to be. "Well Emma, you are obviously no angel. Let us fuck you and you can have all your money back that you lost at cards and we will tear up the IOU note." There was a tense silence as they waited for my reaction. I played for time. "I don't think so," I replied after a bit. Sam continued, "That's $700 dollars, we are talking about, Babe -- an expensive fuck, even for a body like yours." I knew that the choice was really a simple one to make. It was essential that I recover the money, and another three fucks wasn't going to make much difference to my track record with men. However, I had never done it for money before. Did this make me a whore? I almost giggled nervously at the thought. So after an appropriate hesitation I spoke, eying the notes that I had accumulated. "And I get to keep the money, I have got at present?" "Sure," said Sam eagerly, his eyes lighting up. "OK, but only one of you at a time," I said feigning reluctance, although to be honest, my slutty body was becoming very aroused at the thought of what was about to happen. "And as far as my boyfriend is concerned, I won that extra money, okay? "Absolutely," Sam assured me. I watched while he carried out my final requirement and phoned to book a taxi for me to come in one hour's time. He took the IOU from Ted and tore it up. "Come on let's divvy up boys," he said to his mates. When he had gathered the $500 together, Sam handed the wad to me, and I stuffed it with the other money into my handbag. I was determined to try to retain some form of control. "Where do you want me? Here or in the bedroom?" "Here would be fine Babe," Sam replied, looking questioningly at the other two who nodded. Strangely enough, I felt that Ted and Bill were looking a bit embarrassed at the way things had developed. But I noticed that the bulges at their crotch hadn't subsided. I walked across to the sofa and sat down naked apart from my thong, and waited for their moves. I eased my thong slightly where it was pressing into my damp pussy lips. Looking as if they couldn't believe their luck, the three men quickly stripped and came over to me. Their erections swayed as they moved eagerly to my side. Sam sat beside me and started to kiss me full on the mouth. I felt fingers on my breasts and thighs as Sam forced the whole of his tongue into my mouth. Ted started whispering in my ear, in between putting his tongue in it. "You are going to get so fucked, honey." Then I felt hands pulling me to the edge of the sofa, and my thong was drawn over my legs. I had known that my insistence on one at a time wouldn't be respected, but it had made me sound less willing, I hoped. My thong caught on one of my spike heels for a moment as it was pulled over my feet. My face was buried under Sam's as hands roved over my thighs and then inevitably my pussy. I jerked when fingers touched my aroused lips and brushed my swelling clit. At that time in my life, I had only enjoyed one on one fucks, but this set-up was one that I had fantasised about often when masturbating. My body is extremely responsive to sexual stimulus, and I had wondered how it would respond to multi-partner sex. I was going to find out there and then. I winced as a couple of fingers slid straight into my slippery pussy. I wasn't sure if they were Ted or Sam's. Then I heard Ted's voice, "She's fucking soaking down here. She's so tight that she's trying to bite my fingers of with it, she's fucking gagging for it boys." Despite my mounting excitement, I felt a twinge of shame at the coarse words which happened to be true. I was soaking wet, I had this man's fingers stuck in me and I was gripping on them involuntarily, so he knew that I was enjoying it. "Right hold her open boys so I can get a good look up there." Sam stopped kissing me, Bill stopped stroking my breasts and they both bent forward around my lap. They made all sorts of lewd comments about my pussy as they spread it and fingered it, occasionally rubbing my clit. Well they had had a lot to drink, and they were paying for their fun, I thought, to make allowances for them treating me like a toy. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensations, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as they played with me. I even found their crude comments were turning me on. Through half open eyes I glanced down at the three men as they played with my now throbbing cunt and clit. It was an amazing experience to feel six hands probing, stroking and tweaking. My arousal had been building for some time, and the novelty and strangeness of the situation added to my horniness. Even so I was taken by surprise when a flick on my clit put me over the edge and I started to convulse in a massive orgasm. I could hear the three men laughing. Fingers were everywhere and hands were holding me steady as I bucked and writhed. My customary loud orgasmic shrieks seemed to please them. As I came down they loosened their grips, and let me loll back against the sofa. I remember vaguely thinking that they hadn't even started fucking me yet. Leaning against the back of the sofa, I felt movement and I opened my eyes to see Ted straddling my legs and pushing his cock towards my face. He held my hair tight as he put the bulging head of his erect cock to my mouth. I took the shaft in my hand to control it, and at the same time I felt someone behind him part my thighs and ease my ass to the edge again. Then there was pressure on my pussy entrance for a second, before it yielded. I looked round Ted to see Sam kneeling between my legs, his eyes closed in concentration as he lunged into me, and impaled me on his hard prick. When it was fully sheathed, Sam pulled me nearer to him by my hips then hoisted my legs over his shoulders. When he drew back and then thrust again, I was forced to gasp as he pressed hard against the roof of my cunt from that convenient position. I was glad that I was thoroughly aroused and lubricated, or it would have been painful, as he totally filled me with each push of his body. As it was, each stroke angled up against my sensitive front wall, and waves of pleasure ran through me. Sam had pulled me further down the sofa, bringing my mouth to an even more convenient height for Ted's rampant tool which was quivering in my hand. "Go on, poker player," Ted hissed sarcastically, while pushing his hips at my face. "Go on, suck it good. I'm sure you've had plenty of practice." I suddenly wondered if Ted had lent me the money in the confidence that I would lose it and come under his power. How the fuck did I get into this mess? Maybe I wasn't as good at cards as I thought I was. . Well one thing was sure. I was good at giving head, or at least, so I was told. It made sense for me to get these men satisfied, and then get out with my money as quickly as possible. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it a few times, then let it slide just to the very back of my mouth. I held it there, my fingers firmly round the base of his shaft, letting the warmth and wetness of my mouth percolate through to him. Ted impatiently tried to thrust, but I had one hand round one of his firm buttocks and I dug my nails in sharply as I held him steady. At least I was in control of this part of it. Finally I started sliding my mouth back and forward in slow lip-gripping movements, while my tongue circled his stiff rod. I was pleased to hear him mutter some approval, but I suddenly lost concentration, as the pleasure I was getting from Sam's fucking intensified. He was doing me really well -- steady, deep strokes, without pausing -- keeping my pleasure on the boil. He was cleverly touching my clit just enough to bring me to the brink, without letting me cum. I couldn't stop myself starting to writhe and push against him, which of course he wanted me to do. I drew my head back from Ted's belly, as my quickening breathing made it hard to suck him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bill wanking furiously, his eyes fixed on the scene. He stopped, and grabbed Sam by the shoulder. "Come on Sam, for Christ's sake. Let's swap round -- it's my turn." Sam chuckled. I was amazed that he was showing so much control and hadn't cum by now. It looked as if he was determined to get their money's worth. Strip Poker Gang-Bang "Okay Bill, I've warmed her up nicely for you. Haven't I Emma?" He said giving me a playful slap on my ass. There was a shuffling around as the men changed places, and I watched them through the slits in my seemingly closed eyelids. Ted reluctantly climbed down from the sofa, to be instantly replaced by Sam. I opened my eyes at his command, as his stiff, glistening prick headed for my mouth. I held him off while I adjusted my position, since I was nearly sliding of the sofa. I had scarcely stopped moving when Bill was between my knees, urgently pulling me into position. He rubbed my pussy with one hand and I felt the end of his cock pushing at the entrance to my well-lubricated pussy. He just slid it in, inch by inch right to the hilt in one long, slow, smooth movement and started pumping furiously. Meanwhile Sam pushed impatiently at my mouth again, and I took hold of his slippery cock, and tasted my juices when it glided in over my lips. Despite Bill's assault on my pussy, I managed to give Sam's pulsing cock some sucking. Somehow, this change-over brought an added erotic thrill to the slutty performance I was giving. I was quivering on the brink of an orgasm, and it wasn't long before I plunged into it. Although Bill's enthusiastic fucking wasn't as skilful as Sam's it was very powerful, and my belly was trembling from the force of his thrusts. Strangely, my cunt walls seemed to grip even tighter, as if trying to hold him back. He moved a hand from my hip and touched my clit, and that was that. I pulled Sam from my mouth to utter a loud gasp as the initial wave of pleasure ran through my body. I threw my head back in ecstasy, as the orgasmic ripples spread from my clit and my usual loud wails were forced from my throat. Each howl seemed to be timed with a stroke of Bill's cock, and I felt as if I was never going to stop. I was vaguely aware that Bill must have cum from his final frenzied pumping, for he had stopped fucking me. As my head started to clear, I could hear them laughing and joking about my climax. I felt exhausted, but realised that I was still gripping Sam's cock, so I just let go and flopped back, when Bill withdrew from me. Sam was still astride my hips and had been stroking himself while I climaxed. Seeing me look up at him, Sam muttered, "I can't wait any longer babe, sorry about this," and with a final flurry of wrist movements he sent a jet of semen arcing towards my face. Automatically I closed my eyes just in time. I felt the warm splashes on my eyelids, nose and lips as Sam hosed my face with his ejaculations. With my eyes still closed, I pushed myself upright, but when I tried to put my hands to my face to wipe away the spunk, Sam gripped my wrists. "Just a second Emma, let's have a look at my handiwork. I have always wanted to do that to a woman." My face tickled as Sam's seed started to trickle on my skin. "Wow, that looks fucking sexy," Ted remarked admiringly. I didn't dare to open my eyes, in case some went in. "Come on Sam," I pleaded, "clean my eyes at least. It tickles like mad." "Sure babe," he replied, sorry. My wrists were released, and someone put a tissue into my right hand. I quickly mopped my face and opened my eyes as Sam swung down from the sofa. I glanced at the wall clock. There was still twenty minutes to go, before my taxi was due. Ted was practically hopping from foot to foot with impatience, as he held his hard-on. "My turn now," he grunted. He grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to my feet. "This way" he hissed, and turned me round to face the end of the sofa. "Bend over," he ordered, "and hold on to the arm." I was pushed into a position where I was leaning over, supported by the sofa arm, and my ass sticking up in the air. "Hold on," I said, turning to him. "Not in my ass -- I'm not doing anal." "Don't worry, honey," Ted chuckled. "Your sweet pussy will do nicely, thanks." "Good old Ted doesn't mind sloppy seconds," called Sam with a laugh. Ted stepped behind me and pulled my legs wider apart. He roughly inserted two fingers and started swirling them around clumsily. I wondered if he was trying to clear out some of Bill's spunk. I could feel some moisture trickle onto my inner thighs, as he reamed me. Then Ted pulled his fingers out and I looked down between my legs in time to see the head of his cock disappear into me. Ted moved his feet, edging closer and gripping my hips, as he penetrated deeply into me. I jerked as he struck hard against my cervix. I quickly saw why he favoured that position. He could fill me to the brim with each easy swing of his hips, as he drew me into him for maximum contact. My pussy started responding to the stimulation it was receiving, and I closed my eyes, determined to enjoy it. Ted's thighs pressed against the backs of mine, and his firm belly rubbed my buttocks. With his hands gripping my hips, he was slowly withdrawing until the head of his hard cock almost popped out of me. Then he would start another slow stroke that seemed to expel my breath, as he pushed the swollen head along my clinging pussy walls. I couldn't resist opening my eyes, and looking down to where his shaft was working me, and saw the hairy sac of his balls swinging with his movements. Ted reached under me and captured my swaying breasts in his hands. For a while he squeezed and fondled them, causing my clit to firm up demandingly. As if reading my mind, he moved his right hand again, sliding over my belly and between my legs. I moaned when his searching finger found my clit. Shamelessly, I swung my hips, and pushed my ass back into his thrusts, to encourage his efforts. I was caught between wanting him to cum, so that I could get ready for my taxi, and the temptation of enjoying another orgasm. The speed of Ted's thrusts increased steadily and I could hear the slapping of his skin against my thighs, which were even damper from my leaking cunt. I pushed with my hands and thrust back into each of Ted's strokes, and at the speed of his action, he couldn't possibly last very long. I felt a slight pang of disappointment, when Ted groaned and stiffened against me, and I knew that he had shot his load into me. Then common sense took over -- it was time for me to make my exit before they wanted more. When Ted withdrew from me, I straightened up and found that my legs were trembling. That had been a vigorous fuck. I decided that I had to be decisive now. There was only five minutes until my taxi was due. "Well, gents, I hope that you enjoyed yourselves," I smiled. I had decided to act as if it had all been a business transaction with a call girl, which I suppose it had in a way. The men seemed to be at a loss of what to say, and were silent while I quickly gathered my clothes and handbag. "I am going to freshen up in the bathroom," I said. "Keep an eye out for the taxi please Sam." In the shelter of the bathroom I wiped off most of the sperm, tidied my hair, and quickly got dressed. When I came out, I was relieved to hear Sam say that the taxi had arrived. I told Sam that I would tell my boyfriend how well they had looked after me, and brought a smile to his lips. The men looked a bit reluctant to see me go, but as I kissed them goodbye, Ted asked, with a grin, "Fancy another game tomorrow?"