POKER TABLE SLUT
By User

I made sure the room was perfectly set before he rang the doorbell
and turned his wife over to me for my personal pleasure.  The lights
were perfect, the wine was well-chilled and the camera was running.
  
Just as I closed the mirror that covered the camera, the door bell
rang.  Clad in only a robe, I walked over to the glass door.  It was
lightly sandblasted on the outside to allow light in but prevent
passersby from seeing inside. With the late afternoon sun shining
outside, it was easy to see two figures at the door; one large and
very dejected man and his petite little blond wife.

I opened the door.  Staring at her tight little body with nothing
but lust on my mind, I said "You dressed her just as I instructed.
You may leave, now. I'll have someone drive her home after I've
finished with her."

I took her by the hand and led her inside, shutting the door and
listenening to him walk away.  I strolled over to the bed and
reclined.  She stayed at the door, nervous and unsure of herself.  I
slipped my hand inside my robe to stroke my rock hard cock as I
leered at my prize.

I started with her feet, tiny things perched in impossibly high
heels.  My gaze moved slowly upwards, enjoying her well-shaped legs
and enjoying a view of  her sweet thighs which were almost
completely exposed.  The hem of her bright red lycra sheath was the
only thing that kept her shaved pussy from my prying eyes.  The
dress fit snugly, following every curve and tracing every line of
her 19 year old body.  The bright sun rendered the thin cloth that
stretched between her upper thighs almost transparent, a sexier and
more erotic sight than if she had been completely naked.

I concentrated on the spot at the top of her thighs until I was
satisified that she was not wearing panties underneath.  With the
outline of her extremely large nipples pressing against the tight
fabric, it was apparent that she did not wear a bra, either.

She was nervously shifting from one leg to another, looking like a
young colt that didn't know where to run next.  She knew she was
trapped; she knew why she was here; she was trying to decide whether
to run or stay.

I let my gaze fall back to her crotch before I said, "You know why
you're here."  It was more of a statement than a question.  "Your
damfool husband bet your ass on a poker hand. He lost.  I won. Now
your ass is mine for the next 4 hours."

She nodded.  I could see fear on her face and a little excitement,
too.  She was trying to figure out if she could be so daring as to
fuck a black man only 3 months after she married Jack.  Actually,
she had no choice.  I was going to do everything I could to turn her
out, to make her a complete cock-crazed slut and record it for my
future viewing pleasure and Jack's future agony on camera.  But
whatever was going to happen, I was going to fuck her before I sent
her home with a copy of the tape.

I considered Jack to be a complete asshole.  He had started dating
this little cock tease almost a year ago just after she graduated
from high school.  It took him 6 months to get some of that stuff.
She quickly learned to love sex and she loved to tease the rest of
us when we played poker.  She flirted constantly, wore tight,
revealing clothes and enjoyed watching us squirm as she flashed us
from time-to-time.

Jack had gone on a losing streak.  He owed me several thousand
dollars and tried to weasel out of the debt.  I wanted to teach them
both a lesson.  Two days ago, he lost another thousand and I
demanded payment.  He said he didn't have that kind of cash.  I
offered to play a round of draw poker.  He wins, I erase the debt.
I win, I forget the debt but he has to deliver his wife to my bed.

The fool played and lost.  I had to send a couple of brothers over
to convince him that he needed to pay up.

Little Miss Becky was about to be drawn out.  The way she
cock-teased,  I suspected she was a potential slut but needed
someone to give her permission to be bad.  I was going to do that
tonight.

"Come here," I said, patting the bed.

Slowly she walked toward me, wanting to run but just as curious
about what would happen if she stayed.  I ignored her as I poured
some wine. She sat down, next to me, rather primly holding her knees
together.

I laughed at her attempt at modesty.  The dress exposed more of her
than she could possibly hide and I intended to have her on her back
soon, naked and with her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked
her deep and hard for the camera.

She took the wine down in one long gulp.  I poured more and began
talking to her about her husband, mentioning what a fool he was for
putting such a fine lady on the card table as collateral.  She
agreed with me, angry at him for his deed.  We talked for almost an
hour as I fed her more wine.

I took her hand and walked her to the middle of the floor and began
a slow dance.  She was a little unsteady on her feet from the wine.
Nibbling at her neck brought chill bumps to her arms.  I pulled her
tighter, letting my hands drift downwards until I cupped her ass
cheeks.  Her face was buried in my shoulder as she snuggled in
tighter, her arms wrapped around my neck.  I could feel her soft
breasts crushing her hardened nipples against my chest.

I smiled.  There would be no force required.  She would soon and
willingly be fucking me like the little slut that she wanted to be.
I lifted her face with my fingertips and covered her mouth with
mine.  It was a long, open-mouthed kiss that sealed the promise.
Her knees buckled and her breath was ragged as I broke the kiss.

I carried her to the bed, dropping her so that the dress rode half
way up her ass.  I lifted her knee to expose her pussy.  It was
already wet and open. I knew the camera was capturing the sight.

Shyly, she stuck a finger in her mouth and watched as I stripped.
When I dropped my pants, my cock sprang up hard and oozing precum.
Again with that same shy look on her face, she looked at it. She
seemed captivated be her first view of a black cock and watched it
curiously as I moved between her legs.  Placing my shoulders under
her knees, I rolled forward and slid my tongue along her opened
pussy lips.

It was an unexpected move that caused her to scream and buck her
hips upwards. Quickly, she pressed my face harder into her cunt,
cumming and screaming "Oh, god" over and over again.

I looked up to enjoy the view of her little body laid out before me.
Her tits were a perfect frame for her face from where I was.  Those
round globes were a perfect fit for my hand and I enjoyed the
sensation of her softness for a few minutes.  As she calmed down
from her first massivecum, I noticed her finger was still in her
mouth and she was watching me eat her pussy in the mirror next to
the bed.

I flipped over and placed my knees on either side of her face. She
looked up questioningly at first, then saw my cock next to her face.
I rubbed it across her mouth and she kissed it at first, then let
her tongue taste it.  Pretty tame for a soon-to-be cock slut I
thought.  In a moment, though, she opened her mouth wide, accepting
the oral intrusion willingly.

I rolled forward again, pinning her to the mattress in a red hot 69
session. I turned her slightly so the camera could catch our profile
and Jack could see my cock sliding in and out of his young wife's
eager mouth.  I felt my cum rise and begin pistoning in and out of
her mouth, flooding it when the dam broke.

I pulled out and looked down at my orally fucked prize.  Cum was
sliding down the side of her mouth and her pussy was quiveringwith
anticipation.  She was out of breath from the rough ride and the
finger that was in her mouth was now sliding up and down her cunt.
My own cock was shiny and wet; a bright, ebony rod that would soon
bring her to another screaming orgasm.

I got between her legs again.  She instinctively brought them up
high and wide, getting into the classic fuck-me-like-a-missionary
position.  Instead of a cock, I slid a finger into her, then another
and another.  Soon I had four fingers sawing in and out of her
pussy, opening it wider than it had ever been before.

Her hips were jerking, spontaneously fucking my fingers.  She
grabbed my wrist with her hands and tried to pull more of my fingers
into her.  "Fuck me" she pleaded in a small, little girl voice.  I
hoped the audio track on the camera was sensitive enough to catch
that plea.

Pushing her knees up against her tits, I responded, "Put it in."

She grabbed my cock and placed it at her cunt opening.  I watched as
the head slowly disappeared, then slammed the entire length into her
in one hard stroke. We began fucking each other hard. Catching a
furious rythm, our hips were moving so fast that her juices were
being churned into a white cream.   I lifted up and watched in awe
as she fucked me like a demon.  Her eyes were shut tight, her face
turned to the side and she was moving her ass up and down like a
woman possessed.  I watched as she pulled back until I almost
slipped out of her, then slam upwards until every last inch was
buried to the hilt.  I never knew a woman could fuck with such
frenzy.

I came again,  this time leaving half of it inside of her and
pulling out so the camera could catch the last of my cum spurt
across her tummy.  We collapsed, covered in fuck sweat.  I looked at
the clock.  Fifteen minutes was left on the tape.  I rolled her over
and began playing with her asshole which was already wet and
well-lubricated from the sex we had just had.

I slipped my finger in as she protested quietly.  I had nothing
left.  Her ass would have to wait.  But I knew it was mine anytime I
wanted it. So did she.


