A Guy at Girl's Poker Night Ch 7
I guess I was grateful for the break. My ass was burning hot and I had only paid off half of my poker debt. At the same time I was feeling particularly humbled to be treated this way by a trio of beautiful women, but also incredibly aroused.
"Yes, let's send Ted back to the corner and you deal with Leslie," said Jill. "Go, Ted, nose in the corner and leave those panties at your knees so we can see that nice red tush of yours. I like to see a man with his pants at his knees after he's learned a good lesson over a woman's knee, don't you Donna?"
"Mmmm...it is nice and red, isn't it?" chuckled Donna, "and we've got lots more to go." Inwardly I groaned. They were going to make the most of this--to see me dancing in pain and begging for mercy like a twelve year old spanked by the babysitter.
As I turned to waddle obediently over to the corner, Jill said by way of explanation, "Donna and Leslie had a bet, Ted. Donna won and now Leslie has to pay off. We'll get back to you in a minute."
I got to the corner and stood there foolishly, hands at my side, feeling even more vulnerable with the pink panties at my thighs than if I'd been naked. I wanted to rub my flaming hind end, but as my hands snuck back towards my cheeks...
"And no rubbing, Ted. Hands on your head." Damn! Jill's admonition was sharply delivered. There was no mistaking her tone. On the plus side, I could see what was going on. There was a mirror positioned to my right which picked up reflections from the room, and now I could see as well as hear, the three girls.
"What did we say the bet was, Leslie, twenty-five with your paddle?" asked Donna. Leslie nodded sheepishly. "If you don't like that, we can use my hairbrush..."
"That's ok, Donna, I- I'll take the paddle."
"And Leslie, remember it was ten on the panties and fifteen bare, right?
"Yes, that's right, Donna," said Leslie with a big sigh.
"Ok, Leslie," said Donna seating herself in the "spanking chair" vacated by Jill, "bring me the paddle and let's get on with it. We don't want to let Ted cool off too much."
Leslie grabbed her ping-pong paddle off of a nearby table and approached Donna who was sitting down now, straightening her skirt. Leslie stopped in front of Donna and offered the paddle. Donna took it and tapped her palm, grinning.
"I guess you know now not to make side bets on Kyle's hands, hunh? He bluffs a lot. Too much in fact. You really thought he had a flush and you were so sure, we made this little side bet. Well, you lost, honeybuns. So now it's time to see momma. And momma spanks!"
"Oh, I know," said Leslie, now whining, "but don't spank me too hard, ok?"
"Too late to plead now, Leslie. Lift your skirt, little girl, and get over my knee."
It was a cute scene. Leslie in her little sundress, hair in pigtails looked like a naughty teenager. Donna was a retro-50's mom in a long print dress holding the teenager's nightmare, the ping-pong paddle. Leslie clambered over Donna's lap, panty-clad rear on display. And an attractive rear it was too. Full, round, and wobbly, the cheeks bulged out from the edges of the plain white panties. Donna adjusted her position so that her pelvis was directly over Donna's right leg and her hind cheeks bulged and pointed straight up as if inviting the stinging paddle.
Donna lifted the paddle and brought it down with a sonorous splat! that made Leslie's bottom jiggle. Splat! number 2 was just as hard. Splat! "Ow!" yelled Leslie at another full armed whack that covered both cheeks causing a delightful wobble. Donna methodically delivered the first ten smacks amid much whimpering and squirming by Leslie. Then Donna announced that it was panties down time. Leslie groaned and pleaded but Donna slid the white panties to Leslie's knees baring the lovely moons now made red by the paddle. I could see the redness suffused in Leslie's sit spot, two red beacons proclaiming Donna's spanking prowess.
Donna reached down, picking up the paddle. She tapped the wobbling nates lightly. Leslie gave a little jump.
"You are sooo cute Leslie, with your little sundress pulled up and those panties at half mast. You look like momma's bad girl. Well, here it comes..." And Donna raised the paddle.
Splat! <"ow, c'mon Donna"> Splat!<"Yeowch, that hurts!"> Whap!<"Please? Not so hard."> Leslie wriggled and kicked as the broad paddle flattened her quivering fanny which then bounded back into its rounded shape. It was an intoxicating sight.
"A bet is a bet, Leslie . Now hold still "
To which Leslie could only respond with "Owww....yeow....damn! that stings, Donna! Oooh it hurts worse bare Oww! ." Leslie was now kicking her legs and wriggling as best she could, but Donna held her bottoms up planting hard smack after hard smack on the jiggling buns.
Smack! "And that's 15," proclaimed Donna proudly. Leslie was slowly writhing across Donna's knee in the aftermath of the tanning, her bright red buttocks clenching and unclenching in involuntary reaction to the painful paddling.
"Ok, you can get up," said Donna, "but there's still one more thing..."
"Ow, yow," said Leslie rubbing her ass and stamping around, "what is it?"
"I think Ted over there was more than a little turned on by your red-assed lap dance. I think you should tend to the state of his poor prick."
Leslie stopped rubbing and turned my way. I could not hide the state of my cock. It was painfully hard and sticking straight out, almost touching the wall.
"Only if Ted takes my mind off my hot heiney," cooed Leslie provacatively, still rubbing her hot ass.
"I'm sure Ted wouldn't mind, would you Ted?" said Jill.
"Sure," I said, then corrected myself, "ah, Miss Jill."
"Come over here, then, Ted," said Leslie, seating herself on the sofa. "Stand between my legs and put your hands on your head."
Leslie reached down and pulled my cock out of the filmy panties. Then she slipped from the couch to kneel on the floor. She bent her head and slowly slipped the glans between her soft lips. I stiffened and groaned at the sudden surge of pleasure. She sucked my throbbing penis with long slurps and twirls of the tongue. "Mmmm....mmmmm...." she moaned. She was frigging herself as she sucked. I could stand it no longer. The climax hit me from deep at the base of my spine and surged forward like a roaring freight train. Leslie sensed it too and picked up the pace of her sucking while at the same time sliding her hand up and down my penis in a hard grip. "Ahh...ah....ahh," I moaned as I exploded in her mouth. Leslie tried to keep up but cum oozed from her lips as my hips rocked in spasms of pleasure so intense my knees buckled.
Jill and Donna looked on with bemused expressions. "Well, you took care of him," said Jill. "Yeah," said Leslie, "and now he's going to take care of me." At that bold declaration Leslie lifted her dress over her head and slipped out of her panties. Clad now in only a bra and white knee socks she looked like a sexy teenager. She was still rubbing her bottom, the effects of the paddling still with her.
"Well, before that...Ted, I think it's time for another round--how about you girls?" Leslie and Donna nodded. "Ok Ted, you may pull your panties up and off you go. Don't take too long."
So once again I had to wait on the lovely trio clad only in panties this time. When I came back a few moments later with everyone's order, Jill stopped me. "Stand right there Ted. I think before we go any farther, we should get comfortable." Jill proceeded to unclip the severe black schoolmarm skirt. She stepped out of it revealing that underneath she wore stockings and a black garter belt. A matching black bra very nicely filled came into view as she unbuttoned her white blouse. Donna was also undressing. She too had on a garter belt and sheer stockings, all in black. Although I had climaxed only minutes before the sight of the three women in sexy underclothing was having an effect. I could feel my penis thickening again.
Leslie picked up her ping pong paddle. "My turn again," she said with a wicked grin. "This time Ted, I want you bending over. Right here." And she pointed at the floor next to her. I obeyed, bending gingerly. "Not like that," she said. "Waaaay over... and grab your ankles. Hold on tight. Stick it up now." She tugged the panties down baring my buns. "I'm giving you 10." That would make 100 chips for her, 200 total. SMACK! The paddle stung on my sensitized butt. Her 10 licks were given slowly, with a lot of steam behind each one. I had to keep a firm grip on my ankles to avoid raising up, and I gritted my teeth as each stinging smack landed. Finally the tenth one landed and I was allowed to rise. Then Leslie sat in the "spanking chair" and spread her legs. Her slit was clearly wet.
"On your knees, Ted, and crawl over here. You know what to do." Her intent was unmistakable. I crawled the few feet on my hands and knees until I was level with her crotch. Her legs were splayed apart and the musky aroma of feminine arousal assailed my senses. She didn't waste any time. She grabbed my head and forced it into the dark triangle between her legs. "Your tongue, Ted, use your tongue on me, oh, yesss...that's it," she moaned as I complied, running my tongue up and down the wet slit. It didn't take long. As my tongue lashed her little bud she started to jerk and spasm. Her legs closed clamping my head in a musky vice, then she stiffened and her hips started a spasmodic pumping as she came.
Donna and Jill, I noticed, had looks of pure lust on their faces. They wanted theirs too. A thought came to me. This gave me an opening. I waited for things to develop and they did. Jill and Donna looked at each other. "Shall we?" asked Donna. "Oh, yes. Let's," replied Jill. Giggling now, both girls skinned down their panties and sat on the couch, legs apart. I could plainly see the state of their arousal, the glistening moisture on the lips of each labia.
"Mmmm, Ted, now you can do for us what you did for Leslie," cooed Donna. I knelt between Donna's legs and at her command started to lick. I licked up and down the juicy slit then teased the little bud of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She moaned in the throes of an impending orgasm. I abruptly then switched my attentions to Jill seated next to her. It didn't take Jill long to be be brought to a fever pitch. She was moaning as she grabbed my head and pushed it hard into her pelvis. At the same time, I had my other hand in Donna's pussy rubbing her clit with my thumb. From the women's responses I could tell they were both nearing orgasm. Here was my opening.
I hesitated, stopped and looked up. "Actually oral sex wasn't part of the deal, Donna." Her mouth dropped open and she started to speak, but I got there first. "Tell you what though," I said, kneeling before them one hand on each pussy, massaging, "I'll do anything you want if you will both put up the 100 chips I still owe each of you for one hand, double or nothing. I lose and you get to whip my ass, 200 chips worth, plus I'm your, er, sex slave for the night. I win and your ass is mine. So, what do you say?" I stopped and sat back on my heels.
It took them a moment to recover. They had been about to cum.
Jill and Donna looked at each other for a moment as if thinking, "Well? why not?" Donna spoke first. "You'll do anything we want?" She wanted me to get started up again, and soon.
"If you win, I'm yours to command." I still hadn't figured out how all this would work, I was just trying to avoid Jill's switch on my inflamed rear. The rest I could deal with.
"Ok, I'm in," said Jill.
"Me too," said Donna. "Let's get some cards. Oooh, this is gonna be fun Ted. I wanted to use my hairbrush again...and for more than just 10 whacks."
"I want to play too," said Leslie. "I'll put up 100 chips. I want some more attention from Ted."
"Ok, you're on," I said to all three.
We found some cards. Leslie retrieved my shorts. The girls slipped their panties back on, not that they were much covering anyway. I sat gingerly at the kitchen table, wincing as my butt made contact with the hard chair. "There's a lot more where that came from, Ted," said Jill gaily. I just shuffled the cards, slapped the deck on the table and said, "cut." Donna cut. I picked up the deck.
"One hand, Texas Hold 'em." The girls were squirming in their seats. Their nipples were clearly hard. They just wanted to get going. I dealt two cards to the girls, two to me. I peeked at mine. It could not be worse. I held 2-hearts and 5-clubs. On the other side of the table were broad smiles. It must have been good--maybe ace-king or a wired pair, tens or better.
"Oooh, we should up the ante, Jill, what do you think?" Donna and Jill perused their shared cards. They weren't even trying to be subtle about it. It was obviously a strong hand. "How about it, Ted?--add Slave For A Day to the pot. For 24 hours you be our slave or we'll be yours."
I thought for a moment. "Ok," I said, "you're on."
Jill dug Donna in the ribs and they giggled. "Boy oh boy, Ted, if you think those panties and that apron were bad, wait til you see what we put you in when you're ours for a day. I've got a little french maid's outfit and you will look soooo cute! You can dust my house in it, and if you miss a spot...well, there's a willow tree in the back yard and I'll have some switches ready for your tender fanny, you can be sure of that."
"Mmm...yeah, Ted," mused Donna, "I'm thinking I'll have my trusty hairbrush ready...any slacking off and over my knee you go. After a good hard spanking with my brush you're going to lick my slit til I cum--again and again. He's really good, isn't he, Leslie?"
Leslie nodded. "That's why I want more. Ted has a talented tongue. And I think," she whispered conspiratorially, "when he's had his ass spanked good and hard he's that much more enthusiastic."
I ignored all the giggling and table talk. "Are you ready Ladies? Here comes the 'flop'". In Hold 'Em the "flop" is the three card deal face up in the center of the table. These cards are in everyone's hands. Everyone watched raptly as I dealt A-spades, 3-diamonds, 9-hearts. The girls whooped it up. The ace must have paired another ace in the pocket. I had A,2,3,5. I needed a 4. The next card was a king and the girls whooped again. Ok, they had A,A,K,K,9--that was my guess. "Here we go girls, last card." I burned one and flipped the next one face up. As I did so, I realized that my salvation was at hand. The 4 of hearts had come up. I had a straight.
"Well Ted, we've got a pair of aces and a pair of kings. Beat that!" said Donna triumphantly.
"Ok," I said simply, "I will."
It took a minute for the implication to sink in. As I turned over the A-2-3-4-5 straight, the girls stared at the board in stunned disbelief.
"Y-you can't...I mean it can't be. We had aces," wailed Donna.
"And kings," whined Jill. "Oh, no. Oh my God."
"Read 'em and weep girls. Fun time's over...or maybe not," I said with a wide grin. The crestfallen look on the faces of Donna and Jill was priceless. Leslie, however, did not seem very perturbed. In fact she seemed eager, excited.
"Well," I said, rising from the chair, "let's go into the living room and get started. I have to collect 100 chips from each of you. Who wants to go first? Oh, by the way, you can all take your panties off. You won't be needing them for what I have in mind."
Still shaking their heads in disbelief, Jill and Donna rose from the table. "After you," I said gallantly and was treated to the rich spectacle of three sets of plump buttocks swaying from side to side as I followed them into the adjoining room. I dragged the "spanking chair" to the middle of the room and took a seat, wincing as I did. That helped me to remember that it was now payback time.
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