Grand Prize Poker · Part 2

Grand Prize Poker · Part 2 (2/2)
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for Carla, she had incredible curves for it) and see what would happen. But as far as tonight, if he won it'd probably be intense, and I imagined I'd get that hard, solid fuck I was anticipating from Steve. He'd be a pleasant one-time change of pace.

Matt. Matt was a co-worker of Steve's from his previous job, and Steve liked him a lot but he gave me the creeps. He always seemed to be looking just a little too hard and too long at me at the games and his eyes wandered during the few social situations we had both been to. I wondered how Erica, his wife, could stand him. If on the wild chance he won the game I'd sure as hell better be completely tied and helpless because he wouldn't lay a finger on me if I could stop it. I'd rather run down the street outside my house stark naked than have him touch me. But Steve liked him and he kept his distance with everything but his eyes so I just ignored it and was polite.

A knock at the door stopped me and I let all that go. Steve was going to win and I was pseudo-reluctantly going to be his little slave girl all night. Yeah, all night. Maybe into tomorrow if we were having fun. The thought brought a smile to my lips and warmth in places I couldn’t currently reach.

It was Will, about fifteen minutes after I went undercover. Steve called out for him to come in, the front door opening and closing as he did. There was the normal small talk about work and sports and stuff as Will helped him finish setting up the snacks. At one point Will asked where I was. Steve told him, "Dina's kinda tied up right now but I expect she'll be putting in an appearance later on." I cringed but was careful not to make a sound.

Matt showed up a few minutes later. When he asked the same question and got the same response, Matt made a smart-ass remark about women always running off shopping or something when there's important work to do, like keeping the snacks and drinks coming. The silence from Steve was deafening, broken a few seconds later by the arrival of Jack. By then, all the drinks and snacks had been set up on the side table, the cards placed and shuffled on the lid above me, and the four of them settled in to start their game night.

After four rounds, Steve excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once Steve had left the room I heard Jack say, "Hope Dina shows up soon. She's one of the nice things about playing at Steve's house."

"You'd fuck her if you had the chance," Matt challenged him. Bastard. My opinion of him was confirmed. I couldn't believe they were talking about me like this. Is this just man talk or did they already know I was down here?

"Oh yes, long and slow until she was begging," Jack answered, "but she's not on the market. Wouldn't do that to Steve."

"I'd fuck her long, hard, and fast. Hold those long legs way up in the air. For about six hours," Matt confessed. "Ride her hard and put her away wet. How about you, Will?"

Will was the quiet one of the set. "She's not available. Moot point. I agree with Jack; I wouldn't do that to Steve."

"But notice you didn't say no," Matt cornered him. There was no answer from Will as Steve came back in the room and play started back up again.

As the cards flew around above me, I wondered when Steve would pull off the sheet. After a few hands, while Will was dealing, the question of where I was came up again.

"Actually," Steve began, "everyone pick up your cards and drinks. She's closer than you think. She decided she wanted to spice up tonight's game. As well as getting the pot, the grand prize winner gets her for the night." And the tablecloth was whisked away.

If I had been fishing I could have hooked all three of them without effort. Their mouths were open that wide. "Damn!" Matt was finally able to get out.

"Here's the rules," my honey continued, "you can reach in the box and do anything you want. The winner of each hand can use any of the toys in the box, everyone else is just hands."

I looked at each of them as they recovered from their shock and smiled at them. "Are you okay in there?" Steve asked. I nodded yes.

"What if you lose?" Will asked.

"I go with the other two guys to McFarland’s, get drunk off my ass, and stay gone until 8 AM tomorrow. But I won't lose."

Matt reached in. He buffed my nipples which were already hard to their maximum erection. Will reached in and gave the breast nearest to him a firm healthy squeeze. Jack reached in and played with the inside of my leg on his side just above the knee strap. And then he reached up higher and ran his hand through my pussy hair and across my clit. I was soaking wet and I couldn't help it. I shivered and moaned through the gag.

After a few minutes play went on. I got occasional squeezes, the winner would play with me, the pinwheel only once or twice, the clamps just on once and off the next hand, but the dildo was used on me almost every turn. I started looking forward to it, thrusting what little I could toward it when one of the guys was using it on me. I could see the "down" cards in everyone's hands, so I had a pretty decent idea how each hand was going to go.

Play went on. Will went out first, after about an hour. Matt was down to his last bet, but pulled a high flush and was back in the game. It went on for another thirty minutes; it must have been after ten. Then Matt went down when Steve pulled a straight against a full house. Jack and Steve were left.

The hands went back and forth for the better part of an hour and the two that were out of the game taking pretty good advantage of me. Horny as I was, it was torture, a torture I could do nothing about. The tape gag came off after a while so I could suck on fingers, especially ones that had just been in my pussy, but Matt really over-enjoyed putting a fresh gag back on me each time afterward. Then the game came to a head. Steve had three eights, but Jack was working on a straight flush, he needed either the seven or the three of clubs. They both put in their bets and drew their replacement cards. Steve did draw the last eight, but, dear God, Jack drew the three of clubs. Jack had the winning hand!

They bantered back and forth a few times until they were both all-in. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak; I was paralyzed with fright. I was blinking at Steve the whole way down. He looked at me a few times but didn't seem to notice and still bet it all. Then the cards came out and the game was over.

There was dead silence above me. Steve was real quiet and the other three waited for him to announce that he was reneging, that Jack could have the pot but he couldn't have me. Actually, there were four of us waiting for that, me included. I looked at him, panic-stricken, and he looked back at me. He was enraged. This was a stupid idea, and a stupid bet, but it was okay, Steve, I tried to tell him with my eyes. I'll forgive you for breaking your word. All of that crap I said was just crap. Just tell them no.

"Let's go, Steve." Matt encouraged. Bastard! I'll bet he was rock hard thinking of Jack fucking me tied up like this.

But then, to my disbelief, Steve pushed his chair back and stood up. "Come on Matt, Will. I've got about thirty beers waiting for me at McFarland’s. Have fun, Jack." And then he strode out the front door of the house.

I couldn't believe him. I could say nothing but I sure made lots of noise under the duct tape. None of it mattered; Steve was already gone. After a second, almost frantically, the other two followed him.

He left me! HOW DARE HE! What in the hell was he thinking? The cold fury burned through me. Jack was just sitting quietly above me listening as a car motor started up outside and faded into the distance. The bastard left me for Jack!

Then it hit me. Steve wanted this. Steve wanted me to have sex with Jack, to be Jack’s toy. He must. He saw me blinking, telling him not to bet and deliberately threw the game anyway! Okay, if he didn't mind Jack fucking me maybe I shouldn't mind either! The hell with him!

Jack pulled the Plexiglass off and set it to the side. He spent a long moment looking me up and down. I got the impression he hadn't gotten any since Jenny; he had that hungry look in his eyes. I looked at his pants and from the bulge in them feeding that ravenous beast might be plenty rewarding. I wondered, naked and stretched out, if I'd have any choice in the matter. Jack carefully pulled the duct tape off my mouth.

"Well, Dina, what now?" he asked, looking at me.

"Well, I sorta guess that's up to you. I can't do anything to stop you now, can I?"

He smiled a little, almost a sad smile, reached out and started running a hand gently up and down my leg. "You know, I've wanted you since about eleventh grade. Gym class and those tight blue shorts you wore and your marvelous long legs," he shook his head, "just that, got me through a lot of nights. But you wound up with Steve. Now here we are and you're all gift-unwrapped for me. But do I get to have you? And what would happen between me and Steve if I did?"

He smiled sadly. "All you'd have to do is say no. I would scream all night if I walked away but I won't rape you even if Steve invited me to."

I shook my head. "Don't even worry about that. Steve? You know something? We had a system and I could see everyone's cards. I could warn him if he was going to lose. I tried to tell him not to bet that last hand and the fucking idiot went in anyway and lost. I think that despite the way he acted he wants you to have me. And you know, if that's how he wants it, I'll do it." I paused for a breath. "Oh no. I'm on the pill so don't worry. Take what you want. Come and get it."

"But you're right," I continued, "this is a one-time chance. It’ll never happen again. What is sex with me like? Find out now or wonder about it forever! I have no clue what is going on inside Steve's head but I still want him and he's still mine except for now." I stopped for another moment. "I'll let you in on a secret: Steve hasn't done anything with me for about the last week. He wanted me hot and begging for him later tonight. Well, I’m ALL that. Besides, you four have been playing with me for the last two and a half hours and I’m about ready to hump a bedpost right now. I see something in your pants I'd like a whole lot better." I paused for another moment. "I'm dying here.

If you aren't going to let me go, then I really really need a good hard, hungry fuck and if you don't leave me bruised down there, you didn't fuck me hard enough. One way or another, take care of me, please? If you don't let me go, slide off those jeans and please, please slide into me. If you don’t want me, don’t let me go because I like what I see right now and I’m hungry enough to find out if women can rape men." And I grunted and struggled a bit in frustration.

He just looked at me for a second. I wondered if I indeed was going to need a bedpost tonight. Then he smiled, pulled off his shirt in one move, his shoes, socks, and pants were down a moment later. With a smile I found I was going to be done well tonight. He wasn't huge but he wasn't small at all.

He took the platform off the pedestal and set it on the carpeting. Then, without untying me he pressed a very hard cock against my lips. I started eagerly sucking on it but dammit wrong hole! This wasn't helping me any. It wasn't bad but he wasn't doing anything to me. With my hands still in the stocks above my head neither was I. Sucking on that hugeness and wanting it in me was just more torture. But I was tied solid and was supposed to be his sex slave for the night. So on I went. I could smell my sex wetness dripping out of me, crying for even the slightest touch.

Suddenly he had enough. He slid down, and before I could catch my breath he was in me and going deep. Real, real deep. And it felt incredible. My hands and my toes curled, I let out a screech of ecstasy. And he kept going, in and out, firmly and steadily. I was so lost I barely was aware of him slipping my ankle and knee straps as he continued that slow, steady, firm conquering of me.

He pushed my legs up in the air, nearly folding me in half with my legs on his chest. Then I got what I really wanted. He slammed into me hard, deep, solid, firm. I cried out the first time, then tried to wrap my legs around him with no success while he continued to slam into me. I loved it. I'd be happy if he never stopped this.

Then, with a mischievous look in his eyes, he went back to firm and soft and steady. I slammed my elbows down in frustration. "No, don't stop! It felt so good! Fuck meeeee!"

I felt a click and my hands were free. I don't know how I managed it, but I rolled him over, he was on the carpet, and I was astride him with his cock buried deep inside of me. I grabbed his wrists and held him down while I rode him, pounded him into me for all I was worth. Over and over until I felt it coming, getting closer, and then… YES! Over the top and spinning wildly down the slope. I fell onto him full-length and barely managed a whispered croak in his ear, "Move and I'll kill you." I don't know how serious he took me but that ride back to reality had been a long time coming and I wanted to savor every nanosecond of it.

When I opened my eyes he was still under me and still hard inside of me. I found I could move okay. I reached up, caressed his hair, rolled off of him. "I do believe I am your prize for the night. You've done me perfectly so now it's your turn. How do I say thank you?"

He rolled me over onto my back and was soon back working on me. Not quite as hard as the other time but still quite satisfying. I reached up and caressed his face. I wrapped my legs around his tush. Oh no, you're not going to pull out of me when you come my dear.

He pumped for about another five minutes, and then with a screwed-up look of agony on his face, he tried to pull out, but found my legs locked like vise-grips around him. So he drove into me so hard I thought I saw stars. Then I felt that feeling I love, him throbbing inside of me, six, seven, eight times as he spurted his load groaning with pleasure the whole time. When he opened his eyes I unlocked my legs. "Thanks!" I whispered. "That was lovely."

He looked at me. "Yeah, you too."

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