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Swinging into the grocery store on my way home, I bought two jars of salsa, several bags of chips, a bag of pretzels, and two cases of beer. I had a kegerator in my game room, but after a boozy month in which I tried to drink away Amber’s death I hadn’t refilled it again. I made it back home about twenty minutes before my guests would start arriving. Technically, cards didn’t start for another 50 minutes, but Derek and Jeff were almost always a half hour early. I brought the beer in first, opening the cases and stacking them in the game room refrigerator. Interrupting her mid-knock, I nearly slammed my screen door into Rachel’s face as I went to get the chips and salsa.

“Rachel?” She pushed passed me and into the living room. If she had made a decision about our burgeoning relationship, the harried look on her face didn’t seem too promising. Forgetting about the snacks, I closed and locked the front door. Several of my friends knew about the “alternative” lifestyle I had shared with Amber, a few of them had even been a part of some of our games, but I wasn’t quite ready for them to see me with Rachel yet. Especially since I didn’t even understand exactly what we had right now.

She paced through the room several times, finally turning towards me as if she was only just noticing I was there. She took a deep, hurried breath and spat out, almost as one word, “Do you have any idea where you might’ve lost your phone?”

It took me a moment to remember what she was talking about, but I recovered nicely before she saw the confusion on my face. “Honestly, I had thought you had taken it. Tried to destroy it, erase it, whatever.” Seeing the anger rise in her face, I continued, “I believe you, I don’t think you did anymore, but aside from that, I really can’t even remember the last place I had it. Why?”

It felt like a lifetime that she spent staring at me, scrutinizing me for any sign I was lying. My forehead beaded in sweat, and I thought that my face must be twitching frantically, but she seemed not to notice as she collapsed onto the couch with her head in her hands. “Ryan has the video. Of me. Of us. I don’t know what else he has, but he knows.”

“How did he…Shit, I’m so sorry, Rachel. I can’t believe I was so careless. Tell me what you need, how do I make this right?” Damnit, RJ. You didn’t exactly give him that drive thinking he’d keep it to himself, though, did you? No, but I thought that…Maybe he hadn’t seen the pictures. Maybe I had gotten the drive back before he found it.



She looked up at me through teary eyes, but there was a grateful smile on her face. “No, I was going to end things with…well, it doesn’t matter. He’s pissed, and he should be, but how many others might’ve seen those pictures? Oh. There really isn’t anything we can do now, is there? He’s going to try to ruin me. It’s what I would do if I were in his situation.” I sat down on the couch next to her and she laid her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and she sighed contentedly. Well, as content as a woman who had just had her boyfriend find video of her being blackmailed into sex could be.

Once again, I marveled at how comfortable it felt being around her. Whether I was ready to move on from Amber or not, it shouldn’t feel this easy holding a woman half my age, right? Still, when I was with her everything else seemed to slip away from me, and it appeared that she was at least starting to feel the same way as her contented snores soon joined my deep breathing. So it was that we were both startled when we heard a car door slam outside. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“Poker night. Look, don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t actually know what the right way to take this would be, but you have to hide.” She didn’t argue or ask questions, bolting for the basement stairs. “Not there.” She stopped, eyes wide, confused. “In the bedroom, close the door. There should be four of them coming, as soon as they’re all downstairs I’ll let you know.” She ran to me, kissed me briefly, but passionately. “Go, Rachel, I’m pretty sure Jim works at your school. You probably don’t want him seeing you here.” She bit her lip, gave me a curious look, and then sprinted for the bedroom. As soon as I heard the door shut, I opened the front door.

“Hey, man, where’s everyone else at? I’m never the first one here.”

“I don’t know, Jim, what time is it?”

“Ten to. No one told me they weren’t coming.”

“Me either. They’ll be here. Derek has this day circled on his calendar, it’s his one night off from dealing with Karen.” I had barely finished speaking when Derek pulled up in his truck, Jeff in the passenger seat next to him. He pulled in behind Rachel’s truck, both men getting out of the cab. “Hey, Derek, before you get too far, can you move your truck?”

“No problem. Who’s this little number belong to? Lady friend? Have you decided to rejoin the land of the living?”

“Nothing as fun as that. It’s a coworker, he’s coming by later to pick it up. I don’t want to have to interrupt the game. You know Jeff would have the deck stacked by the time we got back if we did.” Jeff pushed past me, clapping me roughly on the back. Right after Derek parked, David pulled in, taking up the newly empty spot behind Rachel’s truck. After I got him to move his car, I ushered them into the basement, each of them grabbing seats around the card table, Derek handing out beers from the fridge. “Hold on a second, guys, I’ll be right back.” Making sure they were all settled in, I trotted back up the stairs.

Slipping open the bedroom door, I expected to find Rachel waiting on the bed. Instead, she was at my closet door, inspecting something. Whatever it is she had found seemed to have her quite distracted; she didn’t notice I was in the room until the bedroom door softly latched behind me. Looking up at me in terror, she shot backwards from the closet, turning her body so her back was to the wall. “Alex, I’m so so so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.”

I tried to go to her, but she slid away from me, not willing to turn her back on me. It felt like all the muscle fibers had run out of my body as I turned and realized what she had been looking at. I slumped down on the bed, staring at Amber’s wedding dress, the rest of my clothes pulled back away from it. It had been the one thing I couldn’t bring myself to pack up. Rachel was still watching me, but I barely noticed. “I’m sorry, Alex. I shouldn’t have been snooping. I’ll just go.” She had to walk past me or climb over the bed, and for a moment I thought she might choose the latter to avoid getting near me. She didn’t, and I grabbed her wrist as she walked by. It wasn’t hard, but it was still enough to make her jump and squeal at my touch.

“It’s okay, Rachel. I’d probably want to know, too, if I was in your position. Whatever position that is.”

She sat down next to me. This time, it was her turn to offer a comforting hug, draping her arm around me. “I…think I know…what position I’m in. Or where I want it to be. I think. I don’t really know, but we can talk about that later. You should get back to your friends.”

I looked at her, deep into her eyes. I had a fleeting sense of loss, and I was suddenly sure this would be the last time I looked at her. Knowing about Amber was one thing, but she had found the skeletons in my closet, the proof that no matter how much I claimed otherwise, she was still a huge part of my life. Rachel would disappear, and I would let her go, all debts forgiven, and I would go back to my ghosts. I couldn’t fight back the sadness in my voice as I told her, “Everyone’s downstairs. If you leave now, they won’t see you.”

She merely nodded, squeezing my shoulder once as I got up. It was on trembling legs that I left the room, aching to run back and hold her, to tell my friends to get the hell out and just be with her. I couldn’t do that, and she didn’t want that. Not now. I could hear and feel my own sadness reflected back in her. Forcing myself to not turn around, not steal one last glance at her, I shut the bedroom door and rejoined my friends downstairs.

*****Rachel*****

I had hurt him. He tried to pretend I didn’t, that it didn’t matter, but I could tell. After the previous stunt I had pulled, throwing his wife back in his face (and seriously, how stupid could I have been? I found out he was married but didn’t dig deep enough to read that his wife had passed away?) I couldn’t exactly blame him for being mad. Probably thought he had caught me vandalizing her wedding dress. That thought had never even crossed my mind, but now that I think about it, I really have no idea why her wedding dress had caught my eye so much. His closet door had been open just a touch, and I must have seen a flash of white lace or something, just enough to register as something I wouldn’t expect to see in Alex’s wardrobe, but once I found the dress, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Until he found me staring at it.

The sadness I felt radiating off of him felt toxic. It had seeped into my skin, infected my very core. The way he had walked out of the room, completely emotionless, not even a look back at me. I knew that there was likely nothing I could do to get him back now. Sure, he might let me repay my debt, but no matter how dirty I got for him, how crazy a fantasy I provided, he would never look at me the same again. But how different is that from before anyways? You didn’t care about the dress, you cared about the woman who had last worn it, about the way he looked at her, the way he felt about her. He may do some of the same things with you that he did with her, but he’ll never see you the same way. You’ll never make him feel like he did when she was around.



Suddenly, I knew I had to leave. Maybe Alex would call me later, after his game. The talk around the table would turn dirty, and he’d be on the phone looking for a booty call as soon as they were out the driveway. I knew that, if he did, I’d come running. If not, I’d probably call him. Not tonight, but in a few days. Something was happening, and though I still wasn’t sure what it was, I had learned enough to stop trying to quantify it and just enjoy it for now. I’d call him up and convince him to continue. I’d offer him willingly what he had once offered me $500 for, that ought to do it. Either way, I had to get out of this bedroom. I tested myself on shaky legs, finally managing to approach the door and open it unsteadily. Closing it silently behind me, I walked out through a house that was becoming more and more familiar, even comfortable, to me. Stopping by the bathroom to wipe the tears out of my eyes and straighten my hair, I realized upon leaving there was something different in the hallway. How I had missed it previously was slightly concerning, as the door seemed to have almost magically appeared in front of me. I had never seen Alex enter it, had never seen the door open, in fact, had never even registered that there was a door here.

Whatever power had brought the door into my consciousness was also exerting its considerable will on forcing all else from it. My mind was consumed by the door and the mysteries that lay behind it. Nowhere were thoughts that it might be an office, or a home gym, or simply a storage area. Even another sex dungeon, which would’ve seemed wholly foreign to me a few weeks ago but would have fit in well in this house, didn’t seem possible. The door felt secretive, magnetic. Whatever was behind it was powerful, whether for good or evil I couldn’t tell, but it was drawing me in. I hadn’t even been aware of moving until I felt the unnaturally cool brass of the door handle against my palm.

I was terrified now. Please let it be locked, please, please, please, I’m not ready for what’s in there. Let it be locked, and I’ll turn around, and the door will go back to whatever place it’s been hiding in. It wasn’t locked. I felt the handle turn, a faint crackle of electricity running through it, shooting up and down my arm. As soon as the latch released, the door seemed to swing open on its own (seriously, you’re being crazy now). Taking in the room took my breath away. I understood immediately the force that had been driving me. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t evil, it wasn’t some non-entity interfering idly in the affairs of whoever it managed to come across. It was Amber. The room was set up like a shrine, and it was clear that Amber lived in this room. A sewing table and easel sat in the corner, with racks of clearly homemade dresses against one wall and hand-painted pictures of birds and wildlife and nature tableaus filling one wall.

The other wall seemed to bustle under the weight of trying to support every picture the two of them had ever taken together. Surely that wasn’t the case, but you couldn’t find a stretch of wall big enough to hold another photo, it was so crammed full of a smiling couple on the beach, the tanned physique of a trim brunette wading naked into the surf, romantic kisses amidst friends as confetti rained down and a new year was ushered in. There, right in the very center, were the wedding pictures. There was Amber, beaming at the camera, looking like she might just explode into pure light and beauty and bliss, Alex staring longingly at her, his arms wrapped around her, mesmerized. She was beautiful, and I knew that the way that she was attractive to men and the way that I was attractive to men were completely different. She also had a great figure, and an angelic face, but there was power about her, too. It was evident in the faces of the other people in the photo. The men, one of which might be Mr. Simmons, the high school guidance counselor, all seemed jealous of Alex, but also simply glad to share in this experience and to bask in her radiance. The bridesmaids next to her, all stunning women themselves in exquisite, form-fitting gowns, somehow managed to seem both plain in comparison, but also elevated by her mere presence.

There were other pictures, as well. One of Amber in a tight, leather corset, Alex and several of his friends staring predatorily at her figure, a coy smile on her face. That was definitely Mr. Simmons next to Alex, his eyes glued to the deep expanse of his friend’s wife’s cleavage. Another photo that I recognized as being taken in their playroom downstairs, Amber’s arms handcuffed above her head, her full breasts on proud display, a thick cock jutting into her mouth, a load of cum dripping from her chin.

Of course I had known that Alex hadn’t built that dungeon just to use on me, but it was hard to imagine him using those implements on a woman he clearly loved very much. For me, it was always an act of love. For you, it’s just lust. You’ve got a tight young body he enjoys, but you don’t have the soul, the passion, the joie de vivre to really engage him. I didn’t need to think too hard to identify the voice in my head. It was clearly Amber, and I knew she was right. Looking around the room, at the pictures, the objects, the possessions, I began to understand their relationship. She may have given her body over to Alex completely, to use, abuse, degrade, and fuck however and whenever he wanted, but the power had clearly always belonged to her. And you’ll never have that kind of power with him.



*****Alex*****

I sat back down at the table with absolutely no interest in poker, but I also knew fretting over Rachel wouldn’t do me any good. I did my best to force her from my mind but judging from the uneasy glances cast around the table, I was far from successful. As Jim dealt, I tried not to acknowledge their stares, and they tried equally hard not to acknowledge they were aware I was ignoring them. Still, I didn’t want my sullenness to ruin poker night. “Well, out with it,” I told them.

Derek took a long swig of his beer. Jeff pretended to be examining his cards. Jim broke the silence. “I was about to say the same thing to you. You look tense, Al. When’s the last time you got laid?”

Jeff threw his cards down on the table and glared across the table at Jim. “For fuck’s sake, that’s your answer to everything.”

Derek laughed as he finished his beer. “Well, you did punch someone at a grocery store, didn’t you? Maybe tell him he’s wrong after you finish your anger management sessions.”

“I’m been under a lot of stress since my wife’s accident, I didn’t punch someone just because we can’t have sex right now.”

“Maybe not just because, but her mouth still works right? I think you get a bj or two over the last six months and maybe you aren’t freaking out about too many items in the express lane.”

“Don’t talk about my wife like that, Jim. Not everyone’s life revolves around their dick.”

“Couldn’t help but overhear,” a voice called from the top of the stairs, “but if I’m keeping Alex from becoming a homicidal maniac, maybe I can help you, too.” They stopped arguing, watching as a long, tanned pair of legs appeared at the top of the stairs. Derek stared incredulously at me as Rachel descended the stairs, not sure what he was seeing. Jim sat open-mouthed, completely at a loss for words at finding one of the students at his school in my house. Jeff seemed inexplicably angry, as though my sex life was a betrayal of some celibate bond we shared. Rachel swept up behind me, bending down to wrap her arms around my chest. Noticing Jim, she cooed sweetly, “Hi, Mr. Simmons.”

“Rachel,” he said cordially. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She nodded in response. “Him.”

“No.” She nodded again, moving to stand beside me, one hand still draped across my shoulder. “You are not here fucking one of my friends.” She smiled; he turned to me. “Alex, what’s going on?” I shrugged, grinning sheepishly as I wrapped an arm around her slender waist. “Okay, fun’s over. Honestly, what is she doing here?” Neither of us said anything. No one did. “Alex, you know I don’t care either way, but we also know that there is a perfectly good, completely non-sexual reason for her to be in your house, and I need you to tell me honestly right now what that reason is.”

If it hadn’t been so comical, I might have been offended that the idea of me with a beautiful, young woman was enough to throw my friend’s existence into such disarray, but I couldn’t help but enjoy watching him stare around the table comically, waiting for one of us to let him in on the joke. Derek, it seemed, was also enjoying the moment. “Listen, sweetheart, I don’t care if he’s paying you to clean his house, suck his dick, or dress up in leather and beat his ass with a wooden spoon, but I’ll double it. I’ve known Jim for years now, and this might be the longest I’ve ever heard him shut up.”

Sitting down on my lap, Rachel grabbed my hands and drew them around her, placing them against the swells of her breasts. “Real talk, guys, you know why I’m here, and what we’re doing. Surely Alex has shown you by now.” Rachel knew that the video Ryan had was from me; did she suspect that it was something more than negligence that had caused that leak?

Derek seemed taken aback. Of course, he had known about Amber and I’s kinkier side, had even been involved with us on several occasions. Over time, he had grown quite fond of her as well, and I knew that her death had hit him pretty hard as well. It seemed that only now was the idea that Rachel and I’s relationship was a sexual one was crystallizing for him and he wasn’t quite sure how to take that. “Show us what?”

She turned and smiled at me. Sweet and beaming, but there was something off about it. Something that left me racing to decipher it. “You’ve trained them well.” Turning back towards the group, I thought her smile might’ve held a glint of mischief in it. Had that been what I saw? “The video of me throating him in his living room upstairs?” Glancing around the table, she clearly saw whatever it was she was looking for. “Of me masturbating until I came all over his bed? No? Really? He had to have shown you the thunderous orgasm I had the first time he fucked my ass, right?”

My voice was quiet, almost squeaky, as though I had never spoken before. “Rachel, I promised those would stay between us.”

“You did,” she said, wiggling her ass into my lap. “I just never believed you meant it. Not even to your best friends here?”

“Oh shit! You’re the one they were talking about?!?” Everyone turned to stare at Jim. He didn’t appear like he was going to be quiet for much longer. “Shit, I thought that was just a rumor, getting spread out of control. You know how shit gets at school?” Rachel perked up but no one else spoke. “I heard people talking about a sex tape. Someone filmed themself fucking someone else, someone’s boyfriend found out, boo hoo hoo. The next person I hear mention that, I’m dragging straight into my office.”

I felt sure that Rachel was listening to her high school guidance counselor confirm her worst fears: that half the school had seen her naked and debased at the hands of some older guy. Instead, she giggled. I appreciate that, Mr. Simmons, but I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing, and besides, the video is already out there.”

“Oh, I don’t give a fuck about protecting your virtue here, I just want to see you get fucked in the ass.”

Jeff hadn’t said two words since Rachel had come down the steps, and he still seemed angry when he chimed in, “Oh, real nice, Jim.”

“Hey, you try watching these girls strut around with their barely legal tits popping out of their shirts all day. She’s lying if she tells you she doesn’t know half the faculty wants to fuck her, and you’re an idiot if you don’t believe she’s using that to her advantage. All I’m asking for is a peek.”

“I’ll do you one better than that,” she said, addressing them but turning to face me. “If you tell me where my tattoo is, you can fuck my ass yourself.” It wasn’t mischief at all I had seen in her eyes. It was cunning. I had sorely underestimated her. She did still suspect me, suspected that my friends were lying on my behalf, but she also knew the power she held in this room. I hadn’t actually shown them the videos, but I certainly couldn’t control where they had gone to.

Derek looked at me. “Hey man, good on you, but that’s too much to pass up. I’m going with an angel wings tramp stamp.” Rachel stood up, spinning around and lifting her shirt up in the back. Unnecessarily, she also pulled her shorts down a few inches, giving them all a view of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks along with proof that her lower back was still unmarked.

“And what about you?” She asked, rounding on Jeff. He was staring at her intently, almost as if he were looking through her clothes, his eyes scanning up and down her body, looking for her tattoo. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it is only at this moment, as I watched Jeff pore fruitlessly over her, that I realized that I have seen every inch of Rachel’s body and that she doesn’t actually have a tattoo. If one of them guessed that (or had seen one of our videos and already knows that) would she take that as evidence I had lied to her about showing the videos? An even more enticing thought: would she go through with fucking whoever guessed/knew?

“I think you’ve got a hummingbird-“

“Pretty!”

“-right on your left tit. Suckling from your nipple.”

“Oh.” Her smile faltered a little. Clearly, she found that idea the fare of a lower class of woman than she considered herself to be. Picturing it, I thought it was kind of hot. Jim and Jeff were staring greedily at her chest, waiting.

“Well?” Jim said pointedly. We all turned to him. Nodding towards her chest, where her top was so low-cut as to almost already reveal the tattoo’s absence, “Is he right?” Rachel smiled over her shoulder at him and, turning back towards Jeff, tugged down on her top, the fabric giving easily under the additional strain. Jim leaned over in his chair to the point I thought he might tip out of it. Derek glanced at me before also sliding his chair over for a better view. Reveling in the attention, Rachel slowly reached behind her, releasing the clasp on her bra. Whatever dismay he felt at not finding his tattoo seemed instantly tempered by the nicest pair of breasts he had likely ever seen.

Jim now looked like a kid in a candy store. “So, you don’t have a tramp stamp…We’ve seen your tits. Glorious, by the way. Seems that you don’t have much of that sexy, little body left that we haven’t seen. So unless it’s on the soles of your feet or under that head of hair, it’s got to be on your ass, what little left of it we haven’t already seen or…”He paused theatrically, looking her up and down, staring appreciatively at her still-uncovered breasts, before dropping his gaze to her groin. “I think you’ve got a little kiss mark, a bright red pair of lips…right next to your…other lips.”

“Holy shit, man, isn’t she a student at your school?”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“She’s a teenager, not a fucking stripper.”

Rachel and Jim stayed quiet as the rest of us derided him. Rachel swung his way, sliding the hem of her shorts under the curve of her ass as she sat up on the poker table. “I wonder,” she said, one finger hooked under his chin to pull his eyes up to meet hers, “if that’s really what you think, or it you just want to see my pretty, pink pussy.” Jim placed his hands on either side of her hips, leaning forward into her.

“Sounds like I may be a winner, either way, won’t I?”

“Well, do you want to see if you’re right?” He nodded vociferously as she half-turned her ass towards him on the table. “Or would you rather see what you’ll be missing out on if you’re wrong?”

“Don’t you mean what you’ll be giving up to me, right here in front of my friends, when I’m right?”

Rachel smiled, bringing her feet up on the table with her legs in front of her as she slid her panties up over her knees and then down off her legs. They rested on one slender ankle before she delicately kicked them off into Jim’s lap. I found myself, once again, struck by how adult and pornographic her moves were. For a woman who was, until me, almost wholly unversed in sex, she had an innate sense for drawing men’s attention to her, using that attention, bringing them under her control. I marveled inwardly at how I had managed to find myself with any kind of authority over this highly-sexual young creature when every one else in her path seemed held by her sway.

With her feet barely covering her most intimate, and one of the last private places she had from these men (save me), it wouldn’t have taken much for Jim to crane his neck for a clearer view, but he was enjoying watching the show nearly as much as she was providing it. Rachel leaned backwards with her arms behind her for support, swinging her legs wide and placing her feet on the table on either side of her. Jim gasped audibly as he found her on full display in front of him.

“No tattoo there, either, but I really like the idea.” Leaning forward, still keeping her legs spread, she cradled her hands behind his head, pulling him towards her. “Where do you think it should go, though?” We could all hear him breathe her in deeply as she pressed his lips to her inner thigh. “Here?” Pulling his head to her other thigh, “Here?” I could see goosebumps rising from her flesh as a new intensity flowed through the room. Derek was biting his lip, awestruck at the turn that poker night had taken. Jeff, who I had always doubted would’ve laid so much as a finger on her even if he had been right, now sat in rapt attention.

“I think right here would be better.” Any guess about where he was going with his kisses, not that we had any, were instantly removed hearing her deep, throaty moan. She held him in place with one hand, the other clutching at her breast, pulling roughly on her nipple. Rachel began to quiver, her voice getting higher, faster, her breathing shallow. I knew that she was very near orgasming, and from experience, it sounded likely to be a powerful one. Fleetingly, I wondered what would happen once she did cum. I sincerely doubted right now that she would deny anyone in the room her body (perhaps not even her pussy, which she was still jealously guarding). I also doubted that, given the energy in the room now, any of us would’ve been able to stop what felt like the imminent and inevitable conclusion to her little strip tease. Her cries died out in frustration as Jim pulled away from her. “Before we go any further,” he began, over her furied cries for him to continue, “I think we’re all wondering where that tattoo is.” Jim slowly worked two fingers in and out of her. “Show me. And then, maybe, I’ll let you cum for us.”

“Pleeeeeasse?” Jim kept fingering her, but offered no more respite, and it was clear it wasn’t enough stimulation to bring her over the edge. She looked towards Jeff, who was so enraptured by the scene before him he never even noticed her gaze, then towards Derek, who shrugged and nodded towards Jim, indicating clearly it was his decision. Finally, in desperation, she turned towards me. She let out a frustrated cry as I simply shook my head. Angrily, she crawled up on the table on all fours, her knees at the edge so that her tiny, puckered asshole was now almost directly in Jim’s face. He smiled wickedly at her. “I don’t have a tattoo. It was…it was kind of a test.”

Jim was seizing control of the room and no one, not me and surprisingly not Rachel, was contesting his claim. “I’ve known Alex for a very long time. If he tells you something, says it’s going to get done, or pledges to keep your secret, he doesn’t lie.” I felt inwardly guilty at leaking her videos, clearly Jim was speaking truthfully, or at least what he considered to be the truth, about me. “I don’t know how your videos got out but testing him seems sort of unfair to me.” Placing his hand on one ass cheek, he slid his fingers inward. Rachel flinched as his fingers softly rubbed against her asshole but did nothing else. No pleas for him to stop, not even a glance in my direction; whatever turn this night was taking, Rachel seemed intent on seeing it through.

“And it certainly isn’t fair to us. Offering up such a prize under false pretenses.” Standing up behind her, he unbuckled his belt, pulling it free from his jeans and doubling it up in his hand. “I think a little punishment is in order.” He swung it at her ass, not hard enough to bruise, but definitely hard enough to sting. Rachel remained steady on her hands as knees as the belt connected. “Nothing to say for yourself, doll?” He swung again, harder. She bit down on her lip, but managed again to not make any noise, not give any indication she had felt it at all. “That’s fine. You’ll be talking soon enough, begging me to stop.” He swung the belt at her again, this time even harder. Once again, Rachel seemed determined not to give him any satisfaction.

Rachel was on the table, her ass towards Jim and her face towards me, so she couldn’t see the look on his face. She may have misread it even if she had, but I had known Jim for a long time, knew about his sadistic impulses, and could tell her was getting frustrated at her lack of response. He wasn’t up to full swings yet as another blow landed across her upper thighs, but he’d get there soon. He wouldn’t stop until she was in tears. “Rachel,” I called to her softly. Leaving one hand on the table to support herself, she used her other hand to pull me towards her. She stared into my eyes, and again, despite the pain, despite being nude on a table in front of several other men, I saw little else but confidence looking back at me. Not confidence that she could withstand the pain, but confidence that…that…what? I wasn’t quite sure, and soon it didn’t matter at all as she pulled me even closer, locking her lips against mine. She surged into me with every impact, her kisses frantic, longing. I could feel hot tears sliding down her cheeks and landing on mine, but on several occasions, I also thought I heard her moan into my mouth as Jim kept whipping her with his belt.

Finally, when the pain became too much, she broke our embrace, putting her head down on the table and sobbing into her arms. “OKAY, okay, please…that’s enough.” I was surprised she could get the words out through her deep, body-wracking sobs, but Jim was also an experienced Dom and had stopped whipping her as soon as he saw her stop kissing me.

“Well, anything to say for yourself now? Sorry for testing my friend? Sorry for cheating us out of the privilege of enjoying this tight, little asshole?”

Getting control of her breathing, she picked herself back up off the table. Staring at me, she smiled, winked. “Yes.” A pause. “But I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson. You better fuck me. Hard. Make me feel it.” Looking around the table, her eyes locked on mine briefly before swinging back over to Jeff. “All of you.”

Derek wasted no time in removing his belt and dropping his pants. Jeff stepped aside willingly as Derek began pulling her back towards the edge of the table. Jeff remained in his seat. We all knew his wife was a frigid woman, but we also knew that he loved her. I hoped that he knew if he decided to forgo participating, that we would understand, and that if he did play along, none of us would ever tell. “Hey Alex, she on the pill?”

Rachel and I spoke up at once but she quieted when she realized what I was saying. “Her pussy is off limits.” Jim and Derek looked at me, eyes raised questioningly. “Her asshole is all yours, though. Don’t go easy on her, she likes it rough.” She smiled at me, beaming, trusting, and beautiful, her eyes widening as she felt Derek’s cock probing her asshole. Sliding his hand through her slick pussy, he rubbed her juices on her and pushed the tip of his cock inside her. He looked ready to stop and let her adjust until he heard her moan. Throaty and sensual, it sounded more like the growl of a jungle cat. Now resolved that she was indeed a willing participant in all of this, he slammed the rest of his cock home inside of her.

“Oh, yes, fuck me harder, punish me for being such a cheating little slut,” she told him, while one hand went towards her chest, violently mauling her breasts, tugging painfully at her now swollen nipples. “Yes, make it hurt. I deserve it. I want it.” Gripping her around the hips, Derek began pulling nearly all the way out of her before thrusting himself fully inside her again.

Jim moved around the table, leaning forward on his forearms so he could stare into his eyes. “Have your fun now, girl. This isn’t our first rodeo. Yeah, I know how these guys like to treat girls. Especially girls like you. Alex has the right idea, but he doesn’t understand just how badly you need it. You need to be hurt, don’t you?” She nodded. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, twisting her head around and away from him. “Don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He reached under her, twisting on one of her nipples. Rachel grimaced in pain, her breast being tugged violently with each of Derek’s thrusts into her. Jim let go of her, slapping her hard across the face. When Rachel picked her head back up, she looked deeply into his eyes, smiling wickedly. “You won’t break me.”

Pulling his pants down, he flopped his cock down on the table in front of her face. Her reaction, though predictable, was entertaining nonetheless. I had liked to consider myself well-endowed (an opinion which several of my past girlfriends had agreed with), but it’s hard to see yourself as anything more than average around Jim. He was nearly as thick as a Coke can and almost 10 inches long. His was the size of cock you don’t think exists outside of artificially enhanced porn stars, and Rachel stared at his cock with wide-eyed amazement. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, bitch? I’ll let the other guys have their fun, because I don’t want to stretch you out too much for them, but you won’t sit right for a week when I’m done with you.”

To her credit, she didn’t look afraid, instead smiling back up at him before lowering her head and slowly licking the tip of his cock. As valiantly as she tried, she couldn’t quite get her mouth around it, stopping so as not to scrape him with her teeth. Derek was grunting vociferously as he pounded into her, nearing his orgasm. Looking back at him, Rachel cried out, “Not inside me.”

Derek pumped himself inside her two more times and pulled out and was about to spray his cum across her back when she leapt off the table and landed on her knees in front of him. Grabbing him with both hands, she pointed his cock at her face as he erupted in thick, gooey spurts. Her face was completely covered in Derek’s load as she climbed back on the table, calling out, “Next!”

Jim nodded towards me, but as much as I wanted to have another round with her delicious body, I also wanted to see how she would handle Jim’s massive cock in her ass without me to help stretch her further beforehand. “No, I think you should go ahead. If anything, she’s got a gag reflex I can finish fucking out of her.” Satisfied, he stepped in between Rachel’s legs as they dangled off the edge of the table. Grabbing her by the ankles and lifting them violently over her, her back slamming hard against the table, leaving her ass hanging off the edge of the table.

“This is my favorite part. Watching a slut’s face as I tear her ass up. Best get ready, bitch.” Her mouth widened in tandem with the stretching of her anal ring, so that by the time he was fully inside her, both orifices were likely stretched wider than they ever had been before. Although her cries were quite to the contrary (“It’s too big, you’re tearing me up”), I knew that Jim was adept at providing pain without inflicting damage. Soon her complaints died off to cries and harsh breathing as she tried to adjust the thick member now inside her. Jim was slowly sawing in and out of her, only a few inches at a time for now, allowing his precum to lubricate them both. The pain didn’t appear to be lessening for Rachel, but I could tell her anal passage was getting slick by the ease in which Jim was now rocking in and out of her. He pulled out of her, inspecting her gaping asshole before spitting into it. Then, with one steady shove, he thrust himself balls-deep inside of her again. Her shrill scream pierced the room and I thought for sure we had pushed her too far. Jim paused, her toned legs up in the air, resting against his chest.

Her cry dying out, Rachel was now mumbling something, but none of us could make out quite what she was saying. I leaned down, my ear inches from her lips as I saw Jim slowly sliding out of her. “More.”

“Are you sure, Rachel, there’s really no shame-“

“I SAID…MORE.” Picking her head up to stare at Jim, a malevolent smile on her face, still glazed by Derek’s impressive load. “Well, what are you waiting for, you useless fuck? Fuck me. We know this is what you want, every time you see me at school, and now you’re going to pussy out?” They grunted in unison as he once again thrust his whole length inside of her. Wrapping her legs around his torso, she sat up as best she could. “Finally,” she said as he began violently rutting into her. “Are you going to brag to the (unh) other staff members when you see me (ooof) walking bow-legged through the school? Tell them how you’re the (OH YES) only man willing to (MORE. HARDER) fuck me the way I deserve?” She laid back down on the table, sliding along it until her ass hung off one edge and her head off another. “More. I need more. One you assholes come put your cock in my throat.”

I had completely forgotten that Jeff was still in the room as I began unbuckling my pants until he shoved me, violently, out of the way. Jeff was a frequent poker player, but had never gotten into the more alternative aspects of our lifestyles, so it was a real shock to see him standing above Rachel now, his pants around his ankles, an impressively thick cock slapping between her breasts as he mauled her. “You want to be a dirty fucking slut, don’t you bitch? You want to be a disgusting whore, we’ll treat you like one.” His thighs straddling her throat, his ass was right above her face as he began tugging harshly at her nipples. “Come on, get your fucking tongue up there, bitch, before I tear these pretty little tits right off your slut body.” Wrapping her hands around his hips, she pulled herself up and into the cleft of his ass. It was obvious she was working him fervently with her tongue as he momentarily forgot about his grip on her breasts. Jim had stopped fucking her, Derek and I had completely froze, it seemed like everyone in the room was in awe at discovering this new side of our friend. Jeff had noticed all of our indecisiveness as he stepped backwards from her, instantly replacing his asshole with his cock on Rachel’s cum-smeared lips. Using her breasts as handles, he thrust himself all the way into her mouth, laughing as she choked on his length. “Come on, Jim, I want to watch this bitch fold like an accordion between us.” Timing his thrusts to match Jeff’s, Jim began fucking her again. Her body scrunched up with each dual thrust. “Yeah, nowhere to go now, huh, slut? Al, get the fuck over here.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he expected from me, with her ass and mouth full and her hands vainly trying to protect herself from Jeff’s forceful face-fucking. Pulling his belt from his pants in one thorough motion, he flung it at me blindly. “I want to feel her screams around my cock.” Looking briefly at the belt, and then at the tortured beauty on the table, I folded the belt in two and brought it down hard across her stomach. Though it would be hard to identify as a scream, there was clearly some pained cry trying to squeeze its way past the cock drilling her throat. “Again.” This time I brought it down across her breasts as he pulled out enough for us to enjoy her plaintive wails before quickly gagging her on his cock again. I began slapping whatever exposed parts of her body I could find: her upper thighs, her breasts, her sensitive stomach. Her smooth, tanned skin was soon riddled with angry, red welts. Fortunately (for Rachel) both men seemed just about ready to cum and pulled out of her, letting her sink painfully to her knees on the floor. Her face was now completely covered in cum and drool, so she simply turned her head around the room with bleary eyes, trying to locate the other two men. Jim helpfully grabbed her around the upper arm, pulling her away from the table and squarely in between the two men who stood furiously masturbating in front of her.

Jeff bellowed as he shot thick ropes of cum across her already-streaky face and into her hungrily waiting mouth. Jim, befitting a man of his endowment, let go with an extremely powerful shot, nearly knocking Rachel off balance as it struck her square in the face. It must have felt like a fire hose, drenching her face, sliding through her hair, filling her mouth until she couldn’t take any more and it ran down her body in thick clumps. Surveying the mess of a woman she had become, Derek offered jokingly, “Well, guess it’s your turn, Alex.”

We all chuckled, even Rachel, who was on her hands and knees coughing and wiping the cum from her eyes. “I might put her in the shower first, if that’s alright with you guys.” Jeff looked visibly shaken, not able to look any of us in the eye. He dressed hurriedly, glanced around the room, averting his eyes when he came to one of us, stopping on Rachel. He started to say something, faltered, tried again, and instead turned and walked upstairs. As we heard the front door slam, I looked to Jim, “You remember the first time? Make sure he’s alright?”

“I’ll go call him,” he said, putting his pants back on and threading his belt back through the loops. He began walking out before surveying the mess we had also made of the room. A bowl of chips and salsa had been overturned, spilling on the floor. Cards were strewn everywhere. It looked like one of the legs on the table was bent. We all seemed to recognize that one at the same time, staring at it appreciatively. “I mean, after I help clean-“

“Go. I’ve got drains down here, and that’s why I didn’t go with nicer flooring.” Our eyes landed on the puddle of fluids on the carpet and the naked form still hastily contributing to it. “It’ll wash out. Go.”

Derek came towards me, clapping one hand on my back as we stared at Rachel’s huddled body. “This was a really great time, man. Thank you, and thank you as well, Rachel.” She nodded slightly. “But, uh, I’m actually Jeff’s ride. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.”

“It’s fine, get out of here. See you this weekend.”

“Sure thing.” Pausing at the foot of the stairs, he turned back, pausing to collect his thoughts. “Hey, I don’t really know what you’ve got going on here with her, but whatever it is I’m glad you found it. You seem happier than I’ve seen you in a while. I mean, other than earlier tonight, but I guess having this little cutie hidden away upstairs explains a lot of that, huh?”

After everyone had left, I sat down on the floor next to Rachel. Finally able to see through the thick glaze of cum still covering her, she looked at me. “Sorry about the mess.” We both laughed. Harder than the moment probably deserved, but it filled a space that neither of us was ready to pierce with conversation. As our laughter died down, she grinned at me, “Think I could get that shower now?” I stood up, offering my hand to help her up which she graciously accepted. Leading her to the shower, I had her wait as I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature.

“Might be a little warm, I’m not sure how you like your showers.”

Stepping one foot in the shower, she sighed in relief and grabbed my arm, pulling me, still fully dressed in with her. “With company.” My shirt clung wetly to my chest as she unbuttoned it, pressing her warm, supple breasts against my chest as she reached behind me, pulling it off. Thoroughly unconcerned with cleaning the large amounts of cum off her face and out of her hair, she knelt down in front of me, unbuckling my pants and pulling them, and my boxers, down my legs. I stepped out of them and she flung my wet clothes out of the shower. She briefly kissed the head of my penis, swirling her tongue around the tip before standing back up. The welts across her breasts and stomach shone red under the hot water before she turned to bury her face in the shower’s spray. Similar marks stood out on her ass, as well.

As she scrubbed at her face with both hands, I began combing my fingers through her hair, coming away with thick globs of cum. Once I had gotten most of it out of her hair (although it would take two shampoos to get it fully clean again) I pressed my body up against hers, my erection poking lazily at the cleft of her ass. Reaching around her, I grabbed a handful of her firm breasts, my other hand snaking down towards her groin. She moaned as my fingers briefly raked over her clit and seemed to melt into me as I began caressing her thighs. Turning towards me, her face slightly red from scrubbing at it, she pulled my hand towards her slick pussy. “There, am I pretty again?”

My fingers probing at her entrance, her body glistening under the shower’s spray, steam clinging to her body, I thought no one had ever looked more beautiful. “Oh, baby, you have no idea. Then again, I thought you were pretty before.”

“You liked me covered in your friends’ cum, didn’t you? Did you have fun watching them use me?”

“I did. I really did. I, uh, hmmm.” I sighed as she looked at me questioningly. “Look, my truck is already paid for, and I’m sure if I asked, any one of those guys would pay off what you owed me three-fold anyway after tonight. If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand, but consider your debt forgiven.” She stared at me, thoughtfully, inscrutably. At that moment, I had honestly no idea what she was preparing to do. The silence grew uncomfortable, for me at least, and I felt like I might collapse if no one filled it. So I did. I said the first thing I could think of, and I meant every word of it. “I’ll delete the videos. All of them. Obviously, I can’t do anything about whoever got a hold of them, but for whatever my word is worth, I promise they’re gone. And…if you want to…you know? What I did was wrong. It was wrong, and it was illegal, and if you press charges against me, I won’t deny them, I won’t argue. I’ll spend the rest of my days-“

And then she was kissing me. Passionately. Wildly. Her hands roamed my body, grasping a shoulder here, scratching my leg there, stroking my penis before coming up to my chest and forcing me back against the wall, her body quickly following, unwilling to break our embrace. She held me there, her lips locked against mine, her body grinding against me. With no particular destination, and never staying in one spot for long, her hands roamed over my body. We kissed until the hot water ran out, and then even longer until we were finally both shivering. Shutting off the water, I pulled her from the shower and wrapped a towel around her. Reaching to grab another from the cabinet, she surprised me, spinning me around to face her by my shoulder and shoving me, violently, against the wall.

“You will do no such thing!”

“Wait, wha-“

“All of it. You aren’t deleting those videos, you’re not breaking up with me, or- or- or giving me permission to break up with you, whatever the fuck that was about, and you’re not forgiving my debt. Do you understand?”

I didn’t. Not at all. Not one single bit. “Um, Rachel….no, no I don’t understand. If you want to…stay together, if that’s what we are now, shouldn’t we start over on even footing? You know, not me forcing you into things because you owe me money? Because I’m, well, blackmailing you?”

“You like having power over me, right?” I began to answer, but she cut me off. “Don’t, it was rhetorical. Well, I don’t really understand it, but I like you having power over me.” She paused, and then, thoughtfully, “What’s it like?” Seeing the confusion spreading across my face, “Having that kind of power? To do with me as you please? I mean…I know guys think I’m pretty, and that gives me some power over them, I guess, but not like this. Everything I ask them to do, there’s always…expectation tied to it. And either I…fulfill that expectation, or I lose that power. But you…you…I’m basically a living sex toy.” I was horrified to think that’s what she thought of herself as, or thought I thought of her as, and she read that on my face. “No, no, not in a bad way. I just mean that you can order me around, use me to fulfill your fantasies, and there’s expectation. I do it, but I don’t expect you to do anything for me in return. There’s something…freeing about that.”

“Well. Wow. That’s a really good question. First things first, I know I’ve been treating you that way, and maybe that’s how I saw it at the start, but I don’t think of you as a sex toy.”

“What if I want you to?” She sank to her knees, dropping her towel and grabbing my cock. She slapped it against the side of her face a few times before taking it in her mouth, her tongue swirling voraciously around the tip before popping it back out of her mouth. “What if I get down on my knees and ask-” Kissing the tip, “Pretty-“ Holding it up against her face as she leaned in and sucked one of my balls into her mouth, “pretty-“ Wrapping her lips around it and diving her head forward, expertly deepthroating me, she said something which I assumed was “please.”

“That’s what you want?” She nodded, my cock still in her mouth. “Fine. Okay.” Grabbing her by the head, I roughly spun her around until her back was against the wall. Holding her in place, I began roughly fucking her mouth. The first few thrusts I watched as her head bounced off the wall behind her but, not wanting her to get a concussion, I placed my hand at the back of her head, cushioning the impact but also allowing me to more firmly grip her, driving her forward as I stabbed at her throat. Pretty soon she was gagging on every stroke, her mouth exploding in drool and spit every time I drew out of her, but I kept going. Unfortunately, having sidelined myself for tonight’s activities, coupled with the excitement at having this gorgeous woman begging to be my sex toy, I couldn’t last long. As my orgasm neared, I shoved my hips forward, pinning her against the wall, my cock firmly embedded in her throat. Shuddering under the waves of pleasure she was giving me, I grabbed her head, furiously shaking it back and forth, moving only a fraction of an inch each time as I continually pressed into her, before pulling out and shooting my load directly into her waiting mouth. Her eyes bulged as her mouth filled and she tried to swallow it, before the sheer amount overwhelmed her, spilling from her mouth.

Panting at my feet, she regained her breath and, making sure she had my attention watching, knelt down and licked the spilled cum off of the floor.

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or fifth time, I decided to sleep on the floor. Those romantic pictures of couples sleeping in each other arms look good in the movies, but you can't really sleep that way. I thought about sleeping in Beth's bed, but wasn't sure what Mary would think about that so I dragged the blanket off Beth's bed and went to sleep on the floor next to Mary's bed. When I woke up Mary was standing next to me in a bathrobe. "Good morning sleepy head," Mary said with a...

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Debt to be Paid

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Sex PotChapter 1 A Poker Game Story

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Leather and Oil Daughter Sharing at Poker Night

The Black, burly sixty-something-year-old biker was peering over his cards and eyeing my oldest daughter Theresa. The beautiful young girl was bringing out another round for the group of older men, and everyone at the table paused for a moment. The low-cut black top she was wearing exposed a great deal of the milky smooth skin of her tits. She was wearing the usual for poker night, a short black skirt and a tight, low-cut top, the milky white skin of her tits jiggling slightly as she bent...

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Poker

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Poker Face

As Kristen stepped from the shower she took a towel from the hook on the wall. She used it to wring the excess moisture from her hair and then toweled what was left of the shower from her lean body. She wrapped the towel around her body and then tucked the free end under the edge of the towel to hold it in place. She walked into her bedroom, slid open the closet door and surveyed the clothes hanging in front of her. She pulled down a linen blouse. It was a short sleeved-lavender blouse with a...

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The Debt Collector

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Debt of 1000 BlowJobs

"Get in the car." Greg didn't have to be told twice. Greg knew why these two huge men in dark suits were waiting in his driveway, and Greg knew who sent them. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Greg and Tammy his wife got caught up in the Real Estate frenzy that had spread like wildfire across the country. In their area, the houses were ripe, theirs for the taking. They'd flipped half a dozen houses before the bottom fell out of the market. They did the best they could, but they were down...

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Samanthas Strip PokerChapter 1 The Setup

Some friends of mine have a 13-year old daughter named Samantha. Even though she's only thirteen, she's got a nice figure with B-cup breasts. However, her parents still treat her like she's a little girl. There was a movie that all 4 of us wanted to see, but Samantha's mom wouldn't let her see the movie until she screened it first. Her parents had invited me and another couple to go watch it, but I declined to stay out of the middle of conversations where the couples swap stories of dumb...

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A Friendly Little Texas Poker GameChapter 3

I didn't pay too much attention to what went on between the others during the break, but when we resumed our seats, I noticed all four penises on display were more erect than I remembered them. It seemed as if Stan and I weren't the only ones to have a little "chat." The next hand was one of those poker hands straight from hell. My former mother-in-law would have called it "nothing with nothing." Before the draw, nobody bet much, so it didn't cost too much to stay in. I discarded the...

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SUBMISSIVE PANTYHOSE FEMME POKER

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Poker

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The Spanking Couples Femdom Poker Party

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CASINO OWNER LOVES BEING BOSS PT 4 HIGH STAKES POKER GAME

Victor loved owning a casino in Vegas….he especially loved that he got to fuck just about every female employee he hired whenever the mood struck him. In Part 1, Victor interviewed two waitresses, getting a blowjob under his desk from one, while he interviewed the other in front of his desk. In Part 2, Victor checked on the kitchen staff and found time to fuck the sous-chef before the dinner rush started, and later got a massage with a happy ending from one of the masseuses he hired. In Part...

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Pure Strip Poker 2

Charlene, because I never gave it to her. I had thought about calling her to see if she wanted to go out to a movie or something, but I just didn't know how to ask a girl out. I always found some excuse for putting it off, and there were midterm exams to keep me occupied. "Hi Larry, this is Mary," she said. "How are you doing?" "OK, how about you?" I replied. "I am doing fine. I was calling to see if you were interested in another poker game?" As soon as I...

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The Debt

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Poker Dads Fuck Me

This is a story that was sent to me by one of my younger members/fans. With his permission I'm going to share it with you guys. If you like it, I'll have him share more details of his new Poker Mates.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The COVID shut down really stuffed up my life. I'm just twenty years old, I lost of my job, I moved back with my parents.I'm not out to my parents, so for a few months there I had no social life, no sex life...

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The Debt part 1

"How did we get into this situation?" Steve said woefully. Georgia his wife for 12 years replied, "Well, two holidays last year and a new car on the drive are subtle hints.""Shit!" Steve rubbed his hands over his hair, "we need to get advice.""The bank won't help us any more and another mortgage advance is likely to be refused", Georgia replied."Let's get to work, we don't want a lay off on top of all of this", Steve said.He picked his keys up and in one fluid motion picked up Georgia's as...

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Poker Dads Fuck Me

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The Spanking Couples Femdom Spanking Poker Party

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Debt paid off

It had been a typical June wedding wonderful in every way. It had been held outdoors under blue skies and bright sunshine at the country club where my new in-laws were members. With the ceremony just completed, I stood next to my beautiful bride, Holly. We were receiving our guests as they made their way inside the clubhouse. A single dark cloud, thick and angry rolled overhead. Things were about to take an atypical twist.Andre was Holly's former boss. It was obvious that he didn't like me. He...

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Debt Collection Original version

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Poker

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The poker game surprise

I had been invited by Jack to play poker with him and some friends on Friday night. Jack invited two other guys and I from work to play at his house. He told us to be at his house at 6:00pm and bring money. He said he would have a special treat for us. I wondered what he had in mind but I was up for what ever it was. I arrived at his house just a little before 6pm and rang the doorbell. Jack opened the door, “Hi Bruce, come on in” he said as he stepped back and motioned for me to come...

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The Poke Her Poker Game

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Sally Settles a Debt

I screwed up. Several years ago I borrowed money from someone who turned out to be a loan shark. It was only a couple of thousand but soon the amount started multiplying rapidly. In only a matter of months I owed twice the amount I borrowed. I finally set up a meeting with him to appeal for him to be reasonable reduce the interest he was charging. It did not go well. "I'm no charity and you have to pay me back plus interest. Just like a bank," **** said. "But you aren't a bank," I protested....

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Strip Poker 2000

away. He told me to come over and watch a couple of vids and get pissed. We started watching a vid and pretty soon got pissed on his parents Vodka. As we got a more drunk, we started to get a little rowdy and soon got on to the subject of girls at school and being 15, we were both getting horny as hell. Dylan brought up how he used to play strip poker with other kids when he was younger, and how much fun he always had. The rules were easy: We both start with the same amount of clothes,...

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I used my wife as a poker chip and lost

Larry, who I worked with had been on me for the last month about doing a poker game at my place. I finally agreed to hold it at my place after thinking about it over several days. I hadn’t played in a poker game in many years. Larry had lined up myself plus him and a buddy of his. His buddy also brought along a younger gentleman named Rob with him so we now had had a table of four playing. I didn’t know this other younger gentleman, but he was only in his 20’s and had a very cocky attitude. ...

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Strip Poker For Fun 8211 Part II

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HUSBANDS WEEKLY POKER GAME

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The Poker Game

It was a Friday night in late October and Melanie and I were preparing snacks for that night's poker game. Jake and I had been playing poker regularly with three of our closest buddies since we were all in college together. We were all married now, but we would still meet once or twice a month on a Friday or Saturday night to play cards and drink beer while catching up and ragging on each other. For some reason, our house had become the regular venue, probably simply because Mel and I had been...

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Poker Night Part 1

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The Poker Game

The Poker Game By: Cissykay Chapter 1 It was Friday morning, and I was looking forward to the long holiday weekend. Four days of fun with the guys and some serious games with my wife. Roxann was very much into our sex and bondage games. We usually played when I had come home from a few drinks with the guys. We would tell each other about how our wives pissed us off, and how we would always show how we were the boss. I knew most of...

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Poker WifeChapter 12 Lisa Gets Anxious Over Terris Disappearance

Ron led Lisa from the room, out to the limo and threw her into the back, still gagged, bound and naked. He left, but returned just minutes later with a hood, and placed the hood over her head, so that she couldn't see where he was taking her. He then got in, and drove her back to her house. He took her into the house, pulling on her leash, as he led her across the yard. Once inside of the house, he pushed her down onto the couch, still bound and gagged. He reached down, grabbing her legs,...

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Poker Buddy

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Wife whores out daughters to pay off gambling debtPart 1

Introduction: This is the first chapter of how my wife got sucked in by a mob controlled casino, and forced into being a call girl to pay off her debts. Unable to generate enough cash to satisfy the boss, they force her to bring our daughters into the act. Before I start this story, let me tell you a little bit about my family. My wifes name is Krystal, and she has a very nice body (34B-25-35). She works out at our local gym. Our sex life over the years has been quite steady, and she does a...

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From Debt to Pet

I awoke in the early morning, to a dorm room that wasn’t mine, a sour taste in my mouth, a pounding in my head, sore hips and a heavy, unfamiliar weight across my torso. Glancing down at my chest I noted that said weight was attached to an arm. A very large, very muscular, arm. I turned my head to the right and was met with the back of someone’s head. Close cropped dirty-blonde hair did not give me much to go on. I tried to see if there were any distinguishing marks that would give clue as to...

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