I met Freya at uni, when she was an undergrad and I was doing my PhD. Although we moved to different parts of the country after our studies finished, we generally pay each other a visit if we’re in each other’s part of the world for any reason. Until the events of this story we’d never been anything more than friends although there was one occasion as students when I remember her getting very flirty with me (possibly alcohol-induced), but I’d brushed it off as there was someone else I was interested in at the time, and Freya never pushed it any further.
A few years later she was visiting my city and asked if I was free for a catch up. I was and invited her to stay over, as it would save her paying for a hotel. We spent the afternoon together then cooked dinner at my place. I think it was me who suggested – entirely innocently at this stage – a game of cards as something to do in the evening. She asked “Do you know how to play poker? I’ve been wanting to learn.” Now, I have only a rudimentary knowledge of the game of poker and I’m certainly not the person to learn from, but I thought that was as good an idea as any. “I don’t have any poker chips though so we’ll have to find something else to bet with.” (Again, entirely innocently at this point.) Freya couldn’t suppress a grin as she suggested “um… clothes?”. For a moment I froze, not sure how serious she was being, then said “I mean… sure. I was about to suggest matchsticks but…” There was something in her eye that suggested she was serious. I honestly don’t think she’d thought this through before she said it but, now she’d said it, she seemed to be warming to the idea. “You really want to play strip poker with me?” I asked. She looked me squarely in the eye and said “yes”.
I quickly ran through the principles of the game and we agreed how this would work. We bet with matchsticks. Every time a player ran out of matches they had to lose an item of clothing of their choice and we would reset to an equal number of matches each. We also agreed we were happy to play until one of us was fully nude and we weren’t allowed to use our hands to cover ourselves once clothes came off. I was allowed to count unbuttoning my shirt and removing it as two separate items, so we had the same number each.
The game started quite slowly with neither of us wanting to take many risks (and neither of us being very good players, remember). But Freya had the better of things, as I was down to just my trousers and pants [yes, I’m British] when she was basically still dressed. However, my luck began to turn and eventually Freya was down to just her bra and knickers. I was trying to play it cool but inside I was excited. Freya is pretty short (probably around 5’4″) with shoulder-length raven hair and, although she usually wears baggy clothes which don’t show her body shape, turned out to have a very sexy curvy figure. My good luck continued and Freya was next to run out of matches. I thought I was about to see her tits which already seemed to be spilling out of her black bra, but to my surprise she stood up and removed her knickers, revealing a neat black bush and – when she gave me a twirl – a perfectly round arse that made me want to reach out and grab it. When she sat down she kept her legs firmly together which I thought wasn’t in the spirit of our no-covering-up rule, but I didn’t say anything.
By this point there was a definite bulge growing in my trousers, something Freya certainly hadn’t failed to spot, and which made her even more determined to win. But she then had a disastrous round when she tried to bluff and it went badly wrong, and it wasn’t long before she was out of matches again. She reluctantly reached behind her to unhook her bra and free her gloriously round tits. I think I gasped as I saw them, with her big nipples standing proud. She looked disappointed to have lost the game. “Shall we carry on?” I asked. “But what happens if I lose again?” she asked me. “We’ll work that out when it comes to it,” I suggested.
To speed things along we decided I was no longer allowed to fold unless Freya raised the bet above a certain level, and before long I was adding my trousers to the pile of clothes we’d been making on an empty chair beside us. But Freya was next to lose and it was up to me what her forfeit would be. I’d already decided what I wanted her to do. “For the rest of the game you have to sit with your legs spread apart.” She hesitated for a moment and I gestured towards my pants, from which my cock was now positively straining to escape. “Soon you’re going to be seeing absolutely everything,” I pointed out. She smirked and nodded, then spread her legs. I let out a moan as I finally saw her beautiful pink pussy. She had large labia (a particular turn on for me) and her pussy was glistening, betraying that she was just as turned on as I was. “I’m not going to be able to focus on the cards at this rate,” I said, truthfully.
My mind was running wild with thoughts of what the next forfeit could be but it was me who lost next. “Finally!” she exclaimed. “Get them off, right now!” I stood up and walked over to her. “You take them off,” I suggested. She gladly reached out and lowered my pants slowly until my cock sprang up out of them, rock hard and, by now, soaking wet. We were both silent for a few moments and she seemed to be doing some quick thinking. “I want to carry on,” she said quietly. “And what will the loser do now that we’re both naked?” I asked. “Things. Sexy things.” “We could just skip straight to the sexy things, without the cards,” I whispered. Freya stood up, looked at me then moved forward to kiss me. In an instant we were furiously making out, with our hands all over each other’s bodies. I managed to remove my mouth from hers for just long enough to ask “bedroom?” and she nodded in return.
We pretty much ran to my room and dived onto the bed, our bodies still writhing against one another. Now, I’m usually pretty dominant in bed but it quickly became clear that my domination instincts were nothing compared to Freya’s. She actually hissed at me when I tried to lie on top of her. She sat straddling me and started to dig her nails into my chest. “Is it ok if I’m rough with you?” she asked. I decided this was going to be most fun if I let Freya be the dominatrix she obviously loved to be. “If it gives you pleasure then do it. Just fucking use me.” “And what’s your safe word?” “Uuh…” (I’d never needed one before) “… straight flush.” She laughed. And then she stopped laughing and started biting my shoulders and my chest, while digging her nails into me so hard I thought she might draw blood. (There were a few marks the next day but nothing serious.)
“Freya, can you-” “Call me Madame,” she snapped. “Madame, I’m so desperate to pleasure your tits.” She slid up the bed and forced those voluptuous tits onto me. I held and squeezed them, and my tongue made its way to one of her nipples and I began to lick round it, teasingly at first then taking the whole nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard. “Bite me,” she growled and I did as I was told. All the while, as her legs straddled my chest, she had one hand behind her just teasing my cock while her other hand was firmly on the back of my head, pulling me ever more tightly into her tits.
After what seemed like ages Freya stopped, sat upright and ran her finger down to her clit. She was still sitting on me so I couldn’t move and she wasn’t going to let me pleasure my own cock, or make me cum herself. Not yet, anyway. As I looked down at where her fingers were now making themselves very busy indeed, I was desperate to get closer to the pussy I’d been so excited to see earlier that evening. One of my favourite things in the world is eating pussy so I asked for permission to lay her down and eat her out. She said she had a better idea – that she should sit on my face and I could eat her out like that. In the split second before she lowered herself onto me I got the most amazing view, before her pussy was clamped over my mouth and she gripped the sides of my head with her thighs. I loved it, but I was also glad when she realised a moment later that it might not be so easy for me to breathe, so she instead ran her pussy up and down my face (swiping my nose like a credit card, I guess), smearing me with her juices. I grabbed her hips and guided her back to my mouth, separating her lips with my tongue before thrusting it into her as deep as it could go.
I don’t think she found sitting in that position very comfortable because she soon lay down face up on the bed with her legs spread wide and ordered me to go down on her like that. I needed no second invitation and immediately had my tongue in her pussy again. I kept going up to lick her clit as well, which seemed to elicit particularly loud moans from her, so my visits to her clit became more and more frequent. After a while I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it while I fucked her with my fingers, hoping I was hitting her G-spot. Her moans became more urgent and her breathing became faster, and when I began squeezing her nipple with my free hand it sent her over the edge into not one but two orgasms in quick succession. With vague thoughts about not wanting to disturb my neighbours I slowed down and let her come down from those orgasms. I kissed her, knowing she would be able to taste herself on my tongue.
After a few moments to recover Freya pointed out, as if I needed telling, that she had paid precious little attention to my cock so far; and that she was eager to ride it. I, of course, was desperate to be fucked but I was so close to cumming I would barely have lasted three seconds inside her. I was hoping she would go down on me but instead she grabbed the head of my dick and started jerking it while squeezing my balls with her other hand. In no time at all I was cumming, and made quite a mess of her chin, tits and stomach ;)
After she cleaned up I was hard again already and after putting a condom on me Freya eased me into her in the cowgirl position. Finally, I felt myself slide into that pussy I had been admiring all evening, and it felt incredible. She rode me slowly at first (she told me afterwards she likes to take the time to “get to know” a new cock) then picked up the pace. I squeezed her tits while she, as she’d done earlier, dug her nails into any part of my body she happened to be holding at the time. Soon we were both close to cumming again but I wanted things to carry on for longer. I can last longer when fucking from behind so we switched positions, with Freya on all fours and me standing at the end of the bed. She presented her pussy to me and looked round at me expectantly. I needed no second invitation to plunge myself deep inside her again, thrusting as hard and as fast as I could muster (and wishing I was fitter as the lactic acid started to build). My favourite thing about this position is being able to reach round and rub her clit, which is what brought Freya to orgasm for the third time, her pussy sopping wet again.
By this time we were both tiring and I knew I couldn’t last much longer anyway. I begged Madame to let me cum and she acquiesced. She lay on her back again and I was finally allowed to fuck her on top as a reward for the orgasms I’d already given her. This time it was me who was probably waking the neighbours as I came hard, with my cock throbbing inside Freya’s beautiful wet pussy. I pulled out and, with the condom still on, we fell asleep, exhausted.
After a couple of hours we both woke and had a quick round two, before falling soundly asleep. The next day Freya had plans for the afternoon, but not before several more orgasms were had during the morning. Before leaving, Freya helped tidy up the cards that were still left out in my living room from the night before. “Thanks for the poker lesson,” she said.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kmi1n3/unexpected_strip_poker_with_my_friend_led_to_many
Was this just a one-time thing?
Jesus. That girl exploded like a grenade.