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Poker Night

By NEVERcummingback

Now Katie was playing to win. Strip poker had seemed like a fun idea to begin with, especially when playing with a group of hot guys like this, but suddenly the reality of actually having to go through with getting naked, and possibly more, began to sharpen in her mind. One part of her was excited, one part of her was nervous. Every inch of her was on fire however...

She played as well as she could and won the first pot, laughing. The second was another story. Her stomach flipped as she saw that she had lost. And lost horribly. She stood nervously and took off her shirt, revealing a lacey black bra that covered her ample breasts. The guys around the table looked with desire and admiration, and Katie found herself warming to the attention. She stroked her hardening nipples through the bra, almost unconciously, and sat back down.

Hand after hand went by, Katie was a better poker player than she thought, but still piece by piece she was losing her clothing. At least the four young men she was playing with had kept their part of the bargain and had lost the majority of their clothes as well. Hard, sculpted young male bodies surrounded her, and Katie loved the scent of masulinity and the sight of muscle. She found herself secretly getting wetter and wetter, and almost willing herself to lose the next hand. She was an exhibitonist, and loved the eyes that were glued on her.

“What say we up the stakes, lady and gentlemen?” said Jake, the ripped leader of this gang, sitting back in his chair and placing his hands so confidently behind his head. “What say the loser of the next hand has to do whatever the winner wants?”

The group looked at each other with a nervous energy. The stakes were indeed about to rise, and the aniticipation was tangible. There was an unmistakable sexual charge permeating the air, a charge that suggested that one way or another there was going to be a lust filled explosion take place at some point soon.

The next hand was played, and Katie bluffed. Jake called her, and smiled that cocky grin when she laid her cards down. Jake pushed his chair back, unzipped and pulled out a huge rock hard cock. He grabbed with one hand at the base of his shaft, and stroked neatly across the top of his tip with the other.

“Gentlemen, I want cocks out”.

Without a word, the three other guys removed the final pieces of their clothing and sat in their chairs completely naked. Each cock was different, yet beautiful to Katie. She felt a growing hunger, a wanton fascination. The young men began to stroke their hard wood. Katie sat in her chair mesmerised...she hadn't experienced anything like this before. And she liked it.

“Katie, sweeheart, I want you to climb up onto the table.” Jake was looking straight at her, piercing her, challenging her. Katie wasn't about to back down. She knew these guys and knew that despite the tough exteriors, she could trust them and indulge them. In turn, the inner showgirl could be released.

Katie swallowed and stood, placing one foot onto the table and pulling herself up. Her she was, standing in bra and panties on top of a small dining table while four young men sat around with their big cocks in hand, jerking themselves off, staring at her, wanting her. Katie was inspired and began to sway slowly.

Jake stood and took Katie by the hand, turning her to face him. He took a grip of her panties and pulled them quickly down, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy bare for all to see. He looked up at her, seeing her vulnerability, before burying his face between her legs, feasting on her sweet cunt, sweeping her clit with his tongue, lightly biting her lips.

Katie threw her head back and moaned with delight, loving the thrill of the moment and this stud between her legs. She heard a chair move from behind her and someone else move up from her rear, then suddenly a tongue was pushing its was way between her ass cheeks and rimming her