Poker Night

100% Fiction, just a fantasy.

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The problem with playing poker when I am not trying to win, I drink too much. And then I have to pee, and lose focus. I should have picked up on the fact that Ted had flopped a full house, but I was determined my 3 Queens would be enough. Oops. I mean I guess it doesn’t matter, I wasn’t playing to win. I never do the first time I play with a new group, I’m just trying to get an idea of how these dudes play. None of them know that I am a professional player. When I busted out, someone was already in the bathroom, and it was clearly an emergency, so Ted told me to go upstairs. I had just lost a $453 pot to him, so it was the least he could do to let me go upstairs.

Coming out of the bathroom, the light in the room down the hall caught my eye… more specifically the sleeping foot and leg that has kicked the blanket off in the master bedroom. Ted said something earlier about his wife being out for the evening, I thought he meant she was out with friends. Clearly what he meant was she was passed out, but had no idea the cat had knocked opened the bedroom door. She must have fallen asleep while reading, her right arm was hanging down, with a book on the ground just below it. Downstairs, Ted is sitting on a good sized stack, so he won’t be coming up any time soon. I’m a gambler, so I decide to take a closer look.

The picture I saw downstairs let me know she was beautiful, but oh my, it didn’t tell half the story. Before me laid a MILF angel. Raven hair, large round breasts, but obviously real. Narrow waist and amazing hips. It’s a warm evening, so she is completely nude. She is propped up with a couple of pillows for reading. Her left leg covered by the sheet that just barely covered her pussy. She had kicked out her right leg a little too far, so it had fallen off the side of the bed just below her knee, her foot resting on the floor below the short bed. Half a glass and an empty bottle of wine are on her bedside table.

From the bedroom door, I say something apologetically, just to see if she was still awake. No movement, and clearly out cold. Pretending to be drunk, I stumble into the room and “accidentally” bump into the bed to see if she stirs… nothing. Opportunities like this don’t happen often, so I decide to take advantage of the situation. I pull out my phone, and snap a picture of her, but I forget to turn off the flash. I panic, but she doesn’t move. Her breathing, deep and steady, never waivers. I undo my pants, and let loose my cock. I take a picture of my rock hard cock above her perfect breasts, which to my delight causes no reaction. Gently, I run my finger up the inside of her thigh, and the pull back the sheet to completely expose her pussy, trimmed on top with shaved lips, and a little tattoo her tan lines show is always hidden. I rest my cock on her thigh with the tip just touching her lips, and take another picture making sure to get the tattoo.

Nothing. Clearly, she is not waking up, so I move up and rest my cock on her lips and take another pic. My heart is pounding I am so nervous. In a moment of inspiration, I squeeze her nose, until she opens her mouth to take a breath, letting my cock slip in a little. I don’t want her to struggle for air, so I release her nose, allowing her to lips to close softly on the tip. Click, another pic. I pull it out, bend over and give her a kiss, suck on her bottom lip, then whisper in her ear, “Have you ever woken up with cum on your breath, and wondered where it came from?” Her perfect quarter size nipples are calling me, so I squeeze one, and suck on the other.

I am able to get my leg across her body, and then kneel next to her, laying my cock between her tits. I set the phone down, and squeeze them together around my meat, marveling at how easily they swallowed it up. Her tits are so soft as I gently I slide up and down between them, the tip of my cock just kissing her lips on the up stroke. I let go of her tits, and grab my phone and slide up. Quietly switching to video, I rest my balls on her chin, and drape by cock across her face. Moving my hips, I am able to rub my cock down to her lips, and all the way up to her forehead. Laughter from downstairs startles me as I snap my head around to look at the door. All is clear, but when I look back I see a giant squirt of precum has come out on her lips, and is dribbling down her neck.

At this point, I know she is not going to wake up for anything, so I decide I need to give her a sleeping O. I pull back the sheets completely, and expose her entire body. Click. I get down between her legs, and kiss the inside of her thigh, and softly blow on her pussy, my lips just barely touching hers. Unconsciously, she opens her leg a little more, inviting me to have a taste. That was the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. I stand and slide my fingers between her lips, and then into her now dripping pussy. As I start working her pussy, she starts breathing harder and harder. On a hunch, I slide open her bedside table, and find her dildo. I chuckle to myself as I realize how small Teds cock must be. I’m glad my friend invited me to the poker party tonight. My hand is covered in her sweet pussy juice, so it takes nothing to get the dildo ready for her. As I slide that dildo in and out, I can see her pussy grabbing at it, quivering as I slide it in and out. I pull it most of the way out, leaving in just the tip, twisting it slightly. And I wait.

When I feel like she can’t wait any longer, I slam it in hard! She gasps, and then cries out in ecstasy. I don’t want the guys playing poker downstairs to hear her, so I stuff my cock into her wide open mouth, and down her throat! Relentlessly, I pound her dripping wet pussy with that dildo. Her eyelids are fluttering, but I can tell her eyes are rolling back as your body heaves with pleasure, still completely unaware of what is happening. The motion of her body drives my cock in and out of your mouth, until I am about to burst! My cock starts to tingle, and I know I am about to feed her a giant load. My knees buckle, and my cock slips out of her mouth, and my first shot explodes all over her face. I don’t want to leave a mess, so I grab the back of her head and stuff my cock back down her throat, and give her 5 or 6 more pumps of cum.

When I am done, I can barely stand. I rest my cock on her chin and take one last picture. I use her sheet and dry off my cock, put the dildo away, and finish her glass of wine. I look around to try and find something to clean off her face, but before I can, I get a text from my buddy. Ted had another winning hand, and knocked him out, so now he is ready to go.

I decide to just turn off the lights and leave. As I am walking out, I thank Ted for inviting me, and apologize for not being very good. Thinking he can take advantage of me, he tells me the game is every Tuesday. Since his wife has to work early on Wednesday’s, she always takes something to help her sleep through the noise from downstairs, so we don’t have to worry about bothering her. I tell him I will be back, and hope he never realizes that I am always the first one out of the game. The next morning when Carol wakes up, her face is crusty, and her pussy is sore. Slowly she realizes that one of the poker group finally took the bait, fulfilling a long standing fantasy of hers. Suddenly, she can’t wait until next Tuesday

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