by Bridy McAvoy
Max dealt, and I had shit from the start. Even tossing in four cards didn’t improve the hand and this time Max won.
“Lose the shirt, baby.”
I couldn’t complain—after all, they’d all taken something off, or at least down, first. Rather than try and sit there and look inelegant as I took the shirt off, I pushed the chair back and stood up.
The move took them by surprise and, for a moment, all three gawked at me. Then Max started to grin before nodding his head. “Give her a beat, boys.”
I blushed as the three men start to clap. I hadn’t intended to make it a striptease—merely pushed my chair back to make sure I could take my shirt off without looking awkward while I did it. I certainly hadn’t planned it to be a performance. Nevertheless, I was committed now. Nothing I could do, other than make the best of it.
The beat they gave me was awful, a long slow clap, mono-paced, no real musical value, but I could see the three men were getting excited by the idea of me peeling off in front of them. I wondered just how much of the evening had been set up this way, how deliberate it had all been.
I shimmied a little, watching the two younger men’s faces break into grins that matched their father’s, as I pulled the shirt from my waistband. I did it slowly. After all, they’d sort of requested a tease. Mainly, though, I was slow so I didn’t drag the tight T-shirt out too. Then I started on the buttons. There were only about four still fastened so that didn’t take long. I was starting to get into it a bit now, memories of stripping to real music in front of Mr. Bryant filling my head. I guess my movements became more exaggerated as I slid the shirt back off my shoulders and then down my arms.
The clapping stopped and I went to hang my shirt over the back of my chair but Max’s hand snaked out and grabbed it.
“Winner’s property.”
“I want it back.”
“After the game, baby. After the game.”
I knew for a certainty now, that he intended to get me naked in front of the other two, his sons. The idea sent a shiver down my back but I didn’t protest, just pulled my chair back to the table and sat down again.
It was my deal and I could see the way all three were watching the way my breasts were moving under my T-shirt. I was wearing a bra. Max knew this—he’d given me a quick squeeze on the boat before I’d pushed his hand away. I guess the two younger guys were trying to establish if I had one on or not. They’d likely know for sure the next time I lost a hand.
That wasn’t long. I dealt myself even worse crap and again didn’t improve, finishing bottom. Max Junior won, and of course he pointed at me, grinning like a trooper at the same time. I stuck my tongue out at him making all three chuckle, then pushed my chair back again. They started to clap, faster this time, and I could feel all three pairs of eyes boring into my chest. For a moment I debated whether or not to lose the shorts instead of the T-shirt, but I was wearing a very thin pair of white lace panties, and they’d be able to see straight through them. At least the bra, also white, was satin and not see-through. It had to be the tee.
This time, since they were clapping more, I played up to them a bit more. I shook my booty a bit, then turned my back and did it again. Someone whistled their approval—I think it was Max Junior, but it didn’t matter. I was getting into it. The idea of putting on a show was turning me on. Instead of there being three people in the room wanting me naked, there were four. I wanted it too. I turned back and scissored my arms in front of me to grasp the hem of the T-shirt. I grinned at the two boys, and then, turning my head, slowly winked at Max. I saw his grin widen. I think he realized I was not only on to him, but willing to get naked too.
Once more I turned my back then pulled my T-shirt off and over my head. I could have hung on to it as I turned back, holding it in front of my chest. Instead I tossed it across the table, put my hands on my hips and twisted a little from side to side, modelling for them, before I sat down.
Although I was now more willing than before, the game was getting serious. I only had three items of clothing left before I’d be naked in a room with three horny men, two of whom were already holding my clothes. That apparent peril only increased my sexual tension. Inside my bra, under pressure from the three pairs of eyes staring at them, my nipples hardened even more. I knew, without looking, that they would be indenting the thin satin.
At that point my luck changed a little. I won the next hand and told Max to remove his T-shirt. I had, of course, already seen his sculpted abs before, several times, but the sight made me squirm a little. Steve won the hand after, and as I came second, he pointed to his brother to lose his top. Max won the next hand, and as I wasn’t second I knew what was coming. He pointed to me and once again I rose to my feet.
Now I had a harder choice. If I took the shorts off, they would see just how thin and transparent today’s choice in underwear was. If I left the shorts on I’d be topless. Max could see my dilemma but he offered me no help, no clue as to which way he thought I should go. He was obviously in the mood to show my body off to his sons—no doubt with a meaningful smirk that said, I’ve had that. I should have felt demeaned. I didn’t. I felt excited.
Although my nipples wanted relief from the feeling of being confined, I knew it wasn’t really a choice, even though it was only delaying the inevitable. This time, though, they were all leaning forward, none of them clapping. I didn’t make a production of it, just undid the three buttons and then shimmied them down over my hips. I was very careful to make sure my panties didn’t get dragged with them. I wanted to keep myself covered for as long as possible. Once I had them down to my thighs I could push them all the way. Taking them all the way off meant I sat down again and eased them over my sneakers. Max held his hand out for the shorts.
I gave them to him. “I expect them back.”
“Of course. Do you think I’d send you sailing back across the lake in the nude? What would the rangers say if they found you? Besides, at this time of night, it would be rather cold.”
I shuddered—he’d got that right.
Max won the next hand, but I came second, meaning it was Steve’s turn to remove his T-shirt. Almost as if he was mocking me, he rose to his feet and danced in place as he worked the shirt up and off over his head. I clapped along, and Max Junior cracked up over his brother’s performance. Soon enough, though, all eyes were back on my scantily-clad body. I swallowed hard—the next time I lost I would be exposing something important.
I wasn’t concentrating as I handled my cards, and fumbled, turning over one of the five—as it happened, the eight of clubs.
“Forfeit!”
“What?”
“Forfeit. We can’t play the hand because of your mistake, so forfeit! Lose something, girl.”
I appealed to Max with my eyes as Max Junior pronounced my fate with glee. It was obvious he wasn’t going to take my side. I got the distinct impression I wasn’t the first woman they’d put in this position in the last year or so. Maybe they’d played cards with one or more girlfriends, exposing them to their father. That thought made me shudder. I’d fucked Max, but how would I be feeling if I’d only just met him instead—about to stand up and remove my bra, exposing my breasts to him.
Still, my fantasy was playing out alongside theirs. I was getting to strip in front of more than one man, just as they were getting me to strip in front of them.
I didn’t know where it would end but, as part of the process, I’d be naked. I’d also be alone with three men, all of whom were interested in getting me naked in the first place. The emotions boiled through my system, my nipples hardening as I pushed the chair back. As I stood, their gaze shifted lower, and I saw Max Junior lick his lips. I was pretty sure my transparent panties had a wet spot, and that only made them more transparent.
They started clapping again. Two slow claps then three staccato ones, almost a flamenco beat. I had more to work with as a result. That might have been a mistake on their behalf—I was going to take longer.
It took me another couple of minutes to work the straps down and then off over my hands, one side at a time. For one moment it had looked like the cups would slip down, making me reveal my breasts prematurely, but I managed to keep them in place. Now, finally, I turned my back and slowly reached behind me for the clip. That came undone with a spring that almost catapulted the bra clear of my chest, but I caught it and turned back. I danced, holding my bra across my breasts for a few seconds, then slowly swapped arms, leaving me with my bra dangling from my finger.
Since nobody had won that hand, I simply tossed the bra into the middle of the table. Max reached for it but I wagged a finger before returning my arm to my chest.
“You didn’t win it, naughty boy.”
The two younger men giggled at the look on their father’s face then their stare returned to me as I slid my arm down, leaving me with my hands cupping my breasts. I took a deep breath, sloshed my hips from side to side and threw my hands up in the air, keeping my back arched as I posed topless before them.
All three whistled, and Max Junior yelled Yes! before the rhythmic clapping became applause. Blushing furiously I sat down and watched as Steve gathered in the cards and shuffled them, then dealt.
Not for the first time I had rubbish, and they didn’t improve. It was inevitable, and Max won again, with the two boys right behind him. They all had a pair, I had zip.
The clapping started again and I rose to my feet, making no attempt to cover my breasts—they’d seen them already. I dropped one hand to my mound, and ran my fingertips across the front of my panties—they were soaked. My nipples stuck straight out too, betraying my obvious arousal. I didn’t know how to make the removal of my panties as erotic as taking my bra off. I certainly had no intention of turning my back on three horny lustful men.
Standing there, I took a deep breath, dipped my hands to my waist, inserted my thumbs under the thin strap and yanked down. They slid off easily, but stuck between my legs. I swear I could hear them slurp as they came away from my wet lips. That was so embarrassing I colored up even more. A moment later I stepped out of them and kicked them toward Max. He bent down, picked them up from the floor, sniffed at them and, smiling, stuffed them in his pocket.
I took a deep breath. “It’s late. I need to be going. Can I have my clothes back, please?” I stood there hands on hips glaring at them. They just stared at my body, nude in front of them. I saw Max Junior lick his lips, and I could almost read the lust on his face. Steve had a slightly more side-on view and was craning forward to see as much as he could. Max paused for a few moments, also looking at me.
As I thought, though, he was wearing that smirk, that I’ve had that, and I can have it again smirk that irritated me.
“Max! My clothes.”
He shook himself, then snapped his fingers at his sons and they reluctantly tossed him my clothes.
“Come on, then.”
Before I could react, he rose to his feet and walked out into the hall. I assumed he was taking my clothes to the washroom to allow me some modicum of privacy to get dressed so I followed him. Behind me I heard the two younger men whoop and high five each other. I guess they liked the back view as well as they liked the front view.
Max, though, had a different idea, as he always did. He grabbed a pair of torches off the wall, handed me one and then opened the door and walked outside, carrying the other torch and my clothes.
“Max!”
He shrugged. “I said I wasn’t going to send you home across the lake naked. I didn’t say I’d let you get dressed before you got in the boat.”
It was cold and I was shivering in the breeze. Max too was bare-chested but it didn’t seem to bother him. He walked away and I watched as the light he was carrying bobbled into the boatyard. I heard the scrape of chairs behind me and knew that his two sons would be right behind me if I didn’t move straight away.
As a result I found myself naked, picking my way through the boatyard until I reached the dock where my boat was tied up. Max was standing next to the boat waiting for me, grinning.
As I got close, he pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. Not gently, roughly, his mouth taking possession of mine, his tongue spearing down to subdue my own. His fingers found my slit and he rubbed my outer lips, slick with my juices.
“You hot little piece of ass. You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
How could I contradict him? His fingers were smeared with the evidence. He held both torches for me while he allowed me to pull my shorts and T-shirt on. There was no sign of my underwear, obviously kept as trophies. I tied my shirt around my chest, not bothering to button it and, helping me down into the boat, he cast off the ropes.
“Goodnight, my princess. Sleep well.”
It took me nearly twenty minutes to sail up the lakeshore back to the condo. By the time I got there I was frozen solid.
Chapter Ten – Max’s Boys
Tuesday night I was going to go bar-hopping—on the pull, if you like. You’d split with me, so I was a free agent. I went to the condo straight from work, showered and got dressed. This time I was going to try a more up-market bar, so I was wearing a dress over stockings—a halter-neck dress, a teal green one which was backless, so I had to go without a bra. The skirt was tight so the stockings were hold-ups, and I was debating whether to go commando or not.
I was just putting the finishing touches to my makeup when there was a gentle knock on the door. I wasn’t used to visitors, and Max, the only visitor I did get, tended to thump the glass and make it rattle. This was a much softer knock than his.
It was Steve, standing there, looking…well, rather nervous. I watched his eyes widen as he took in how I was dressed, how I’d put my hair up rather than worn it down like I had the night before. I was wearing jewelry too, large hoop earrings, and a diamond choker. He’d never seen me dressed to kill, he’d only ever seen me dressed down or, as had been the case the night before, naked.
I smiled, thinking maybe there was a problem with the boat, even though I’d left it moored at the condo’s dock last night, and I could see it past his shoulder.
“Yes? Steve, is there a problem?”
“Er…” He hesitated and licked his lips. I watched as his eyes ran all the way on to my toes and then back up, his current image of me being compared with the one of me naked the night before. “Wow, you look fabulous.”
“Why, thank you, that’s very kind of you.”
I stood there blocking the door, waiting for him to answer my question. As I did so, I glanced down, noticing the bulge forming in the front of his pants. Realization dawned. He’d seen me naked last night, he was now here to see if he could get somewhere with me. I choked back the giggle and, standing aside, asked him in. He stepped through the doorway and reached behind to slide the door closed. He never once took his eyes off my chest.
“Er… You really do look great, Sammie. Beautiful, in fact. Am I…detaining you, you’re going out?” His face fell, giving away his disappointment at the concept. “Meeting someone?”
I smiled at him. He was cute, and his lack of confidence just enhanced that. Maybe I didn’t have to go out to get my itch scratched.
“No, not meeting anyone.”
“Oh, good… Sorry, that didn’t come out right, did it?”
I laughed and brushed my hand across his. “Well, come all the way in, take a seat.” I motioned toward the chair then, as he sat, I sat on the couch opposite and crossed my legs. Was I ever vamping it up? The dress had a slit down the left side, so when I sat down and crossed my left leg over my right one, the slit opened up. He could see my leg all the way up above the top of my stocking.
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sp; Honestly, I think his tongue would have hung out if he hadn’t managed to control himself.
“So, tell me, Steve, why exactly did you come round here tonight?”
“You.” He seemed stunned by his own blurted out response to my question.
“I’m sorry?”
He blushed under my scrutiny but I kept a smile on my face. I’d been right. He’d come around on his own to see if he could get a crack at the pussy his father had had.
“Sorry… I’d best be going.”
I had a choice now. I could write him off as a Never Evah or I could make sure he succeeded in his attempt to seduce me. If I showed him out, made him strike out, then I’d be reverting to my original plan and there was no guarantee I’d score for myself. Steve, though, was a sure thing.
As he rose to his feet I beckoned to him, patting the couch next to me. He was still blushing as he sat down. I realized I’d made my decision, and I was going to seduce, or allow him to seduce me—the son of a man I’d fucked. I’d be going multi-generational! That thought actually turned me on more than anything else.
I shivered and he put his arm around me. Without over-thinking it, I leaned closer to him, laying my head on his shoulder.
“Are you sure I’m not stopping you going—?”
I put my finger across his lips. “Plans change, and I’m quite happy the way this evening is developing.”
He shuddered as my hand dropped from his face, brushing down across his chest and into his lap. His erection was hard under my fingers, and jerked as I stroked my hand across it. He turned his head and I lifted my lips for a kiss. Like his father, he was a great kisser—an aggressive one too—as his tongue quickly took possession of my mouth. He twisted in the seat, his hand coming across both of us to find my shoulder, and then slip down onto my chest. He cupped my breast through the thin fabric and intensified his kiss. All traces of diffidence were gone. This guy was confident and knew what he wanted, and how to get it. I’d been played.