My Strip Poker Fantasy
Şub 20, 2021 // By:analsex // No Comment
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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…
My friends and I were having a girls’ night. It was my first slumber party. As you may have noticed, sharing makeup tips and talking about boys is not really my idea of a good time. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a lesbian. I just don’t enjoy pretending to be shallow just to live up to the image people have of beautiful women—is it presumptuous of me to refer to myself as beautiful? Well, I don’t really care even if it is.
Thankfully, my friends were not the ditsy, shallow type either. However, that didn’t mean they were ugly. In fact, I’d had a crush on one of them for the past few years, but the fact she had a husband kept me from acting upon those feelings—at least in real life.
We spent the night playing poker. Strip poker. Yes, it was my idea—what, can’t a girl enjoy the occasional cliché? Plus, I was really hoping my friend—the one I have a crush on—would suck at poker.
Most of my friends had at least a few beers in their system and figuring out when they were bluffing was as easy as staring at them until they started giggling. The only other member of our party that didn’t drink was the girl I had a crush on—for the purposes of this story, let’s call her Candy.
Candy was a great poker player. In less than an hour, three of our friends were out of the game—we had agreed to limit our removal of clothes to everything but underwear—yet she still had all her clothes on. So did I.
We kept playing for a few more minutes before our fourth and final friend was out. It was now down to Candy and me. I was determined to win. Not because I truly cared about victory, but because I couldn’t wait to see the rest of Candy’s body. All I had to do was win one hand—only a dress stood between me and her underwear—and I would be crowned victor.
One of our friends dealt the cards. I got a great hand. And it only got better as the game progressed. By the time I was forced to show my cards, I was confident I would win. Candy was the first to reveal her cards. She had a full house. My friends cheered, but I refused to let it bother me.
I paused before showing my hand. When I finally did, all of my friends gasped. In my hand stood four twos. It was the best hand of the night and blew my rival’s accomplishment out of the water. I had won.
I watched in anticipation as Candy casino şirketleri stood up and removed her dress. My arousal level started to rise as more and more of her flawless body was revealed. By the time the garment had left her body entirely, I couldn’t resist the fantasy growing within me. I only had a few seconds to study my friend’s gorgeous body before reality began to fade.
As soon as the fantasy started, I threw caution to the wind and made my move. Well, it was actually a proposition.
“Want to keep playing?” I asked. Candy seemed confused.
“But I lost,” she pointed out, nodding to her dress, which now stood in a heap on the floor.
“I know,” I explained, “But we could keep going until…” I paused for effect. “…we’re naked.”
Candy was shocked.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you afraid?”
This resulted in an outburst of laughter from the rest of my friends.
Candy considered my proposition for a moment before answering.
“All right,” she agreed, “but for this to be fair, you have to be in your underwear too.”
I struggled not to smile. She was playing right into my hand.
“All right,” I agreed. I stood up and removed my clothes, leaving nothing but my underwear—thank god I had altered my usual behavior and chosen to wear underwear.
“Pass the cards,” I told my friend with the deck as I took a seat opposite from Candy.
We established the rules of the game and the cards were dealt. I lost the first hand and was forced to remove my bra. I didn’t care about being topless in front of my friends—after all, this was only a fantasy—but I knew I couldn’t afford to lose another hand or else my plan would come crashing down around me.
Candy lost the next hand. Her breasts were perfect. Big enough to satisfy any living being, be they male or female, yet as perky as a nubile teenager’s.
It was now a tie. Whoever lost the next hand would be forced to admit defeat and part with their final piece of clothing; their panties. I didn’t care about winning. All that mattered to me was seeing Candy in her natural state.
The pounding of my heart was all I could hear as my friend passed the cards. At first glance, my hand was terrible. But upon closer scrutiny, I realized that was not quite true. I had a three, a four, a five, a seven of spades and a jack of hearts. If I could get my hands on a six of spades, I would have a straight flush. The odds of that happening were slim, but it was my only shot, so I took it. The first card I picked was an ace of diamonds. The second a four of hearts. The third card would mean the difference between victory and defeat. It was with a shaking hand that I reached out and took my card.
I dared not look at it. I kept it face-down until Candy revealed her cards. Another full house. Unless the card I had picked was a six of spades, I would never see Candy’s flawless body in its entirety.
“This is it I thought,” as I flipped the card. My jaw dropped open when I laid casino firmaları eyes on the very card I had been praying for. A six of spades.
I couldn’t believe it. For the first time in my life, I had gotten a straight flush. Not only did it beat a full house, but it meant I would get to see what I had fantasized about for all those years; Candy’s pussy.
“Read ’em and strip,” I said as I slammed my cards down on the table. My friends stared at the cards in awe. Candy and I were the only ones who seemed unimpressed. We had more important things to worry about.
Candy gave me a smile I couldn’t quite decipher. Was it a polite acknowledgement of my impressive victory or a teasing smile that meant she was glad to finally rid herself of her final piece of clothing?
I got my answer when she stood up and let her panties fall to the ground. My jaw dropped open in awe when her pussy was revealed. It was completely smooth but for a small patch of pubic hair that hovered above her labia. The hairs had been tripped to represent two interlocking Venus symbols. I knew all too well what this symbol represented; it was the international symbol representing Sapphic love. Lesbian love.
Part of me knew this was only my subconscious affecting the fantasy to better suit my needs, but I didn’t care. The sight of that symbol made it impossible for me to resist Candy any longer. Forgetting about everything else, I lunged across the table and tackled her to the ground. I landed on top of her and took advantage of her shock to slip my tongue past her lips.
I explored every nook and cranny of her mouth, using my tongue to coax hers into a lustful dance of Sapphic love. It took a while for her to recover from the shock of being kissed by one of her best friends, but, when she finally did, her tongue came to life. It danced alongside mine, letting me know all my wildest fantasises were about to come true.
Candy’s passion grew exponentially. By the time our lips parted, she had transformed into a sex-craved maniac. When her tongue slipped out of my mouth, she flipped me over and pinned me to the ground. Her lips wrapped themselves around my right nipple and her tongue began to tease it. Moans fused past my lips as she alternated between the two, making me moan louder with each new stoke.
Just when I could no longer take the teasing, she stared liking her way down my stomach. A smile of anticipation curled my lips when she used her teeth to remove my panties, but it quickly vanished when her tongue slithered across my labia.
“Fuck!” I moaned, my head thrust back in ecstasy as she teased my clit mercilessly. By the time her tongue found its way past my lower lips, my breathing had become labored and all I could to keep from passing out was pant like a dog on a hot day.
Her fingers soon joined the party and powerful moans began flowing past my lips. I could feel an orgasm growing within me. It was only a matter of time before I climaxed.
I opened my mouth to moan, güvenilir casino but she pulled away before I could utter a single work. Anger began boiling within me. I had been cut off moments before climax and, unless she had a good reason for doing so, I would never forgive my beautiful friend.
“Wh—” I began, but something was thrust into my mouth before I could finish. My eyes widened in shock when I realized it was a strapon. I had no clue where Candy had gotten such a toy, but I didn’t care. I eagerly sucked it, forcing it deeper and deeper into my mouth. I must have been doing a good job, because she quickly pulled away and ordered me to get on all fours.
As soon as I was on my hands and knees, Candy kneeled behind me and grabbed my waist. Pulling my toward her, she forced the strapon past my lips and started pounding me. I was so wet the toy easily slid in and out of me, forcing moans past my lips.
I begged for more, moaning like a porn star and writhing around like a pinned wrestler. Candy happily obliged, ramming her shaft into me with such force that a powerful orgasm started growing within me.
“I’m gonna cum!” I warned as I neared climax.
Candy pulled out of me right before I could come. A tidal wave of anger washed over me and I opened my mouth to yell at her. Before I could, she slid her cock back into me. It felt great inside me, though the shaft now filled my asshole instead of my pussy.
“Fuck me!” I begged. I didn’t care which hole she picked, as long as she didn’t deny me climax again.
She started pounding me savagely, forcing my twice denied orgasm to swell within me again. This time, I didn’t speak, hoping it would keep her from torturing me with another withdrawal. Apparently, it was the right approach, because she rode me all the way to climax.
“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as wave after wave of cum shot out of me. My thighs were slick with orgasmilk and the warmth that accompanied it filled me with a great sense of contentment.
I wailed like a banshee until every last drop of cum had been extracted from my body. But still Candy refused to stop. She continued to ram me with fierce intensity until I was snapped back to reality.
“What?” I asked, glancing around. Candy was once again wearing her underwear and I still had all of my clothes.
“What should we do now?” asked one of my friends. It was her voice that had put an end to my fantasy.
“I don’t know, but I think we should get dressed,” offered another.
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Candy cover up that flawless body of hers.
“Or I could get undressed too,” I offered, “that was we’re all in our underwear.”
There was a moment of silence before my friends nodded in acknowledgement. I sighed in relief.
Standing up, I slipped out of my clothes and returned to my seat. I glanced around at my friends and smiled. I was a lucky woman to be surrounded by so many underwear-clad women. But it was not until I focused on Candy that I realized I was more than that; I was the luckiest woman in the world.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
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