You invited your friends and coworkers to a poker game tonight. All of you are sitting at the large table. You got me anchored on the floor, right in the middle of the table.
I’m naked, a blindfold on my eyes, a ring gag keeping my mouth open, drool on my chin. You put an anal hook in my ass because you think it needs more training. You linked it to a rope that goes through my collar and is anchored to the floor. Every time I move forward, the hook goes deeper in my ass and my collar chokes me. No pleasure without pain. Your favorite. Mine too.
“Long time no see, pet”
I gear your voice around and I turn my head frantically, trying to find you. I hear people laughing at my dismay. How many are you tonight? These will be the only words you’ll speak to me all night.
The cards are being dealt and you all fell silent focusing on the poker game. A few words are spoken. I try to go over the edges, finding a pair of legs in my way. I’m needy, I fumble in the dark, unbuttoning the pants of the man before me. My breathing gets harsh as my collar is strangling me. A soft moan escapes me as the hook goes even deeper, stretching my asshole. Finally the cock in front of me is free. I go back, releasing the tension on my neck, breathing slowly, filling my lungs. I try to reach for the cock, semi-hard, and get it in my mouth. I move my hands on the base of the penis, feeling it twitch in my mouth and get harder. I struggle to keep it in, gagging. The lack of air in my lungs burn but the hook gives me so much pleasure.
“Your pet is doing a sloppy job”
The man I’m sucking isn’t you. Somehow the idea of sucking somehow I don’t know gets me excited and my pussy is dripping, aching to be filled. I work my tongue around the stranger’s cock, licking it even more eagerly than before.
“You should give her a hand then”
Laughter erupts around the table and I sense the stranger’s hand on the back of my head, pressing his cock deeper. I gag and struggle against his hold, my gagged lips offering no resistance. My protestations are muffled as the cock goes further and further down my throat. I cough, my throat clench around the penis and the man moans. He keeps my head down as I focus to breathe through my nose. He let me go and I took a few steps back, trying to breathe through the collar’s tightness. I took a deep breath and sense a foot sticking my ass. Quiet. I need to stay quiet. I take the cock in my mouth again, working it with my hands and mouth. A trail of spit links my mouth to the stranger’s cock, as I continue to drool all over him. My eyes get teary as I try to move deeper on him, feeling the tip of his cock in the back of my mouth. The man moans, his cock twitching in me and I feel his cum shooting in my throat. I try to back up as I couch, feeling like I’m drowning in cum, unable to breathe but he keeps my head down, forcing me to take his load in my mouth. The hook has never been deeper in my mouth and the collar is crushing my neck. I yelp in pain, tears staining my cheeks.
I can taste his cum on my tongue as he finally let me go. I clean the mix of drool and cum that is covering his cock. Cleaning the mess I created on a man I didn’t know. The game on the game above my head is still going strong as I move to the other cock next to him.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/suv3a4/poker_game_night