When Taylor came back, her hair was smooth and in place and she’d refreshed her lipstick and eyeliner. It struck Jessie that very soon, one of the people in front of her would be naked. Then what would happen? It was all so awkward, but there was nothing she could do. They were all adults, and they wanted to play strip poker. The only thing she could do would be to leave, but leaving Taylor, who always turned heads when she walked through a room, alone with these two jackals would only make things worse.
What was more, she realized that Taylor’s hair and makeup touch-up job meant that she might be feeling the arousal that Ken had asked Jessie about. Then she noticed that Taylor’s nipples were creating clear spikes on the front of her shirt, and the path to the bathroom wasn’t even remotely cold.
Nick dealt. Taylor won a hand, then the next hand. To even the score, she had Ken take off his tie and shirt. Ken’s chest and stomach and arms were just as nice as Nick’s.
Jessie felt herself blush, then looked away to try and hide it. Incredibly, the men might have been telling the truth about their poker-playing ability. They both looked frustrated, too. With only two items of clothing each left, The women were potentially just four hands from stripping both of them down, declaring a win, and going home unscathed and unexposed.
But Ken won the next hand, and Nick won the hand after that. Ken’s eyes strayed to Jessie’s chest after his win, but seemed to realize that the men had better pool their resources if they were going to see anything good tonight. So Taylor lost her starched shirt, then stood to unzip and wiggle out of her tight black skirt. She sat back down in a pink bra and a matching pink pair of panties. Jessie found herself surprised that risqué Taylor didn’t wear a thong, then blushed again for even looking and wondering.
When Nick won his second hand in a row, the men actually gave each other high-fives and hooted. Nick pointed at Taylor and said, “That’s the bra.”
Taylor shook her head. “What about Jessie? All she’s lost is her shoes!”
Jessie actually piped up. “Yeah, pick me!” To save Taylor. But she realized only after saying it that she wasn’t wearing a sweater, so her next clothing item to go would be her shirt, leaving her in front of these two douchebags in a bra.
But it didn’t matter, because they shook their heads, unwilling to take their eyes off of Taylor.
Jessie was surprised by Taylor’s reluctance. She’d always seemed so willing to play — and not just in poker. And her nipples had been erect for at least fifteen minutes now. She crossed her arms over the cups of her bra and shook her head.
“Let’s go,” said Jessie. “We’ve played enough. Come on, Taylor.” And she stood, reaching for Taylor.
The men erupted in protests.
“We’ve played enough,” Jessie repeated.
“Fine,” said Ken. “You can quit, but she’s already lost the hand. Come on, Taylor. You played. Pay up.”
Jessie started to retort, but then Taylor, who hadn’t stood, shot a look at her. She said, “I’m a big girl, Jessie, and I can look out for myself.” Then she reached behind her back and unhooked the pink bra.
The men’s necks craned forward. Taylor’s hands returned to her front, and she clasped the cups of her bra one last time, and then she pulled it off and set it on the floor. Her breasts were a small C and defied gravity. They were topped with soft pink areole and nipples that stood out like tiny pencil erasers.
“Holy shit, Taylor,” said Nick.
“You are so hot,” said Ken. “They’re… beautiful.”
Taylor smiled at both of the men. Then she put her hands on the tops of her thighs, and Jessie realized she’d misread the situation. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was horny.
This can’t end well, she thought. And I certainly don’t want to see it.
But it was okay, she reminded herself. Taylor had driven both of them to the party, and even though Jessie would have to be the one driving on the way back, she’d need to take Taylor with her because it was Taylor’s car.
She sat, somewhat embarrassed. Ken smirked at her. Then he picked up the cards and dealt again. Nick won the hand.
Jessie mentally prepared herself to see her friend’s bare crotch, from which she’d avert her eyes as much as possible.
“Jessie,” said Nick.
After what had just happened, she didn’t want to show weakness. It’s just like wearing a bikini top at the beach, she thought, then removed her shirt, refusing to cover the cups of her bra with her hands.
Taylor won the next hand. Jessie looked over, forgetting that Taylor’s breasts were on prominent display. They jiggled when she laughed. She pointed at Ken, and Ken stood and removed his slacks, revealing dark blue boxers with a prominent protrusion at the front. Unashamed, he sat back down and shrugged at Jessie’s turned head.
“Her tits are smoking hot,” he explained. “They make me hard.” Then, as an afterthought, he said, “Can’t wait to see yours.”
“And also, can’t wait to see Taylor’s…” said Nick. But he couldn’t finish the thought.
Ken won the next hand with two pair.
“Jessie,” he said.
Just like wearing a bikini top and bikini bottom at the beach, Jessie thought. Then she stood, slid off her pants, and hung them over the end of the couch, near Heather’s feet. But then, returning to her seat under the genuinely hungry gaze of both men, her placidity was shattered by a much, much more troubling thought: If she lost again, she’d have to take off her bra. And she really didn’t want Ken and Nick to see what was underneath. That was private, for herself and boyfriends only.
A strange sensation ran up the inside of her leg. It felt like a bug, but then the sensation reached the top of her leg before she could swat at it and settled under her panties. And she realized it was a shiver. A shiver that seemed to indicate — of all things — arousal.
You are not turned on by this.
But disappointingly, she seemed to be. Every time she looked up, she saw a beautiful pair of naked breasts. She wasn’t into girls, but she knew beautiful breasts when she saw them, and she could appreciate beauty. Taylor’s were nicer than hers. Or at least, they were bigger, and it seemed like bigger was always better, despite what her boyfriends had said over the years when she’d bemoaned her pixie figure. And to her right, a man that she reluctantly found attractive was sitting in his boxers with an erection.
Then they played another hand, and Jessie won, and then there was a matching reluctantly attractive man in boxers with an erection on her left. If she’d wanted, she could have reached out and gripped each as if she were operating the joysticks that controlled a piece of construction equipment.
There was that sensation again, and she told herself that she wasn’t going to actually grab them, of course, and didn’t even want to, and so her arousal might as well take a hike. It wasn’t wanted here.
Ken won the next hand. He took a long, lingering look at Jessie, but then finally said, “Taylor.”
Taylor put on a pout, stood, and turned around. Then she pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, and turned around with a hand over her crotch.
“Come on, Taylor,” said Ken. “Give.”
So she huffed, and rolled her eyes, and then she gave. Her hands both dropped to hang at her sides, revealing a smooth mound that, Jessie was shocked to see, was blushing red at its base. She’d swelled enough that her outer lips had puffed up, and even head-on, everyone could see the slit between them.
Taylor sat abruptly. The men groaned. Nick’s hand flicked toward the tent of his boxers, but then pulled back self-consciously.
Ken dealt the cards, then dealt out the draw. Jessie thought she had the hand won with a pair of jacks, but Nick had kings. Ken had nothing, and Taylor had a busted split.
Taylor?
“You dealt Taylor in,” said Jessie.
Ken shrugged.
“But she lost.” She turned to Nick. “The game’s over.”
But Nick didn’t answer
Jessie. Instead, he pointed at Taylor and said, “Taylor.”
“She’s out of clothes,” said Jessie. Then she looked at Ken and repeated herself: “Taylor’s got nothing left. She’s out.”
But when Jessie turned back, Taylor’s chair was already empty. She was on her knees in front of Nick, using her hands to fish his erection out through the hole in his boxers.
“But…” said Jessie. She turned to Ken for help, unreality hitting her like a truck. But Ken was no help. He’d half-stood from his chair and was craning his neck to watch.
Jessie turned back just in time to watch as Taylor brushed her long, straight, blonde hair behind her ear and wrapped her lips around the tip of Nick’s penis.
You mean his COCK, she thought. And a pleasant heat charged suddenly into the space between her legs.
Jessie felt the need to cross her legs and did so, as if whatever had just happened in her crotch had been something people could see.
Beside her, Taylor took Nick’s cock into her mouth, inch by inch. She reached the bottom and then came back up, off the tip. Now his entire length was not only visible, but wet. A dull red ring circled the base. Jessie felt a chill: Taylor’s lipstick. Then Taylor opened her lips just slightly, paused a moment, and lowered her head so that Nick’s cock again slipped inside. She tightened her lips, and there was a slurping sound. Then she went down. Up. Down. Up. Her hand moved under her mouth, stroking his length as it went into and out of her mouth.
After a minute or two, Taylor pulled her mouth away, ran a finger across her lower lip, and returned to her seat.
Jessie stared at her with her mouth open. Taylor gave her a tiny smile. She was too shocked to protest when Taylor took the deck, shuffled, and dealt the cards. Jessie won the hand without really realizing it, then found she couldn’t speak.
“Jessie?” said Taylor.
Jessie looked at her friend across the poker table, Taylor’s tits out and swinging. A moment ago, that friend had had a cock in her mouth because she’d lost a hand. None of it seemed possible to Jessie. It was as if she were dreaming.
“Jessie?” Taylor repeated.
Jessie’s mouth was hanging open again. She wondered if she’d closed it from the first time. She closed it now, then turned and looked at Ken, then swallowed.
“I guess that nod means me,” said Ken. Without waiting for confirmation, he stood and pulled off his boxers. His cock snagged on the waistband and then rebounded, bouncing like a spring. Then he sat back down, and Jessie realized that she was sitting around a table in her underwear with three people, and she’d seen the genitals of all of them.
Nick won the next hand. Jessie braced herself to watch another bout of licking, but Nick turned to her instead.
“Jessie,” he said.
Jessie felt like her head was spinning. She also felt like she’d been hit in the crotch with a water balloon, whatever that meant.
“Jessie!” Taylor hissed. She made a motion at her own chest, causing her breasts to shake.
What the hell? None of this felt real.
But she’d agreed to play, so play she would.
Jessie reached back, unhooked her bra, pulled it off, and tossed it aside. She came back to herself all at once when the chill air hit her exposed breasts, and she moved to cover them.
“Those are niiiiice,” said Nick.
Jessie snapped around, suddenly very aware that two men were seeing her naked breasts. And a woman.
“I love them,” said Taylor matter-of-factly, as if a designer had just given her a concept sketch for approval. “A nice little handful.”
Jessie’s normal response to praise of her chest came automatically, so she said to Taylor, “They’re too small.”
“No they’re not,” said Ken. “I love small tits.”
“Are they a B-cups?” said Taylor.
“Small B’s,” said Jessie. Then, because her small B’s were still inexplicably exposed, she crossed her arms over her chest to cover them.
You should leave, said a voice in her head.
But when she looked down at the table, she realized that there was already a new hand in front of her. And what was worse, she’d apparently dealt it.
This time, Taylor won. She claimed Nick’s boxers, which seemed pointless because his cock had been out a moment ago anyway. Jessie realized she, in only her panties, was now the only one at the table wearing any clothes. And she didn’t want to play anymore.
But she did.
She had three fours in her hand. She discarded two of them, and Ken gave her two new cards. Both were aces.
When everyone’s cards were on the table, three pairs of eyes looked at her and waited to see whose name she’d say. It wasn’t entirely clear what was coming next from the guy she chose, but she could guess. She looked at Ken, at his confident and irritating smile. She looked at Nick, who slobbered over the office women constantly. Ken. Nick. Ken. Nick. Both were complete and total assholes.
“Taylor,” she heard herself say.
Taylor gave a surprised look, but then, amazingly, stood and began circling the table. Jessie immediately realized what she’d done and tried to take it back, but Taylor was already beside her, on her knees on the floor.
“Wait,” said Jessie. “Don’t… I mean…”
“Shh…” said Taylor, and turned Jessie’s chair to face her. She put one hand on each of Jessie’s thighs, looked into her eyes, and then moved her hands down the twin curves of Jessie’s legs so that the backs of her hands were touching, one palm on each of her sensitive inner thighs.
Then she pushed. Jessie thought of protesting, but the thought was distant and unreal. The feeling of her pulse in her groin, on the other hand, was real.
Her legs spread wide, and then Taylor’s slender, manicured finger slipped under the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. Taylor kissed the inside of her right thigh, then the inside of her left.
“Taylor,” she said. “Don’t… don’t do it… “
But Taylor’s upturned eyes rolled back down, now focusing on what she’d uncovered. Jessie’s pussy felt empty and wanting now that her panties were aside. Jessie felt her eyes close, not conscious of closing them herself. There was a flicking sensation in her middle. She opened her eyes to look down just as Taylor leaned in and put her entire mouth onto Jessie’s wet folds, as if she were hungry.
The sensations were maddening. A probing. A long, slow licking. A tickling sensation, first up top at her clit and then around the edges, scouting every millimeter of her. She felt the very beginnings of a climax coming on. It rose to the surface like a bubble, but despite the building sensations, Jessie forced it down, willing herself not to come. She loathed these men. She shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t have her top off, she shouldn’t have her slit and modest bush exposed to the world, and she sure shouldn’t have a female junior executive’s mouth between her legs. But despite all of that, she couldn’t let them see her come. It was too intimate. It was for her and her lovers, nobody else.
Finally Taylor’s mouth left her and the crotch of her panties was replaced. There almost wasn’t any point in wearing them now that everyone had seen what was beneath, but then she reminded herself that the panties were her get-out-of-jail-free card for the time being… or perhaps more accurately, her get-out-of-sucking-cock card, since she still had an item of clothing left to lose.
Taylor dealt. This time, Ken won. He looked at Jessie hungrily, clearly aroused after the display he’d just witnessed. But his arousal saved her, because his cock was rock hard and twitching, and the only gratification he’d get from choosing Jessie would be visual.
“Taylor,” said Ken.
Taylor stood up, feigning irritation. “Why am I getting such a workout?” she said.
“At least you get something out of this one,” said Ken.
“True,” said Taylor. She reached down and ran a finger between her legs, up the slit visible from her front. It came away wet and glistening. She walke
d over to Ken’s chair, then turned around and again ran a finger between her parted legs.
“Wait,” said Jessie. “You’re not going to…”
“Didn’t you ever play strip poker in college?” said Nick. “I already got the blowjob from her. The only way he’s getting one is from you.”
The statement, which Nick made in a totally FYI fashion, felt like a punch to the gut. All she had to do to commit herself to sucking some dick would be to lose two hands of poker. She wouldn’t have to do it, of course… but she’d come this far, hadn’t she?
And then, while Jessie was digesting this new bit of information, Taylor bent forward in front of Ken, her ass in his face, her perfect breasts dangling. She reached around behind herself and grabbed Ken’s cock, lowered herself until she was touching it, and then rubbed its tip back and forth over her entrance. After the head was sufficiently lubricated, she parted her legs further and slid down onto it. Jessie watched as Ken’s cock vanished between Taylor’s open lips, her own lips feeling very full and wet.
Nick had an expression on his face like he was watching a mildly interesting movie, but his stiff cock twitched, giving his true emotions away. Jessie was seized by a strong urge to reach out and grab it, and then her mind unfolded the dirty scenario that would follow if she did: their eyes on Taylor as she rose up and sat down on Ken’s lap, his length sliding up inside of her, Jessie’s fist pumping Nick until he came all over her fist.
No need to imagine it, she thought. I’ll be there in two hands.
But no, that wasn’t right. She couldn’t stand Nick. And she couldn’t stand Ken. But still she couldn’t stop watching Taylor’s pink folds as she rode up and down on Ken’s loathsome cock. She felt an emptiness between her legs and found herself curious how that cock would feel inside of her. Not so loathsome, she thought. Even these two assholes were good for something.
Taylor was giggling as she pistoned up and down on Ken’s lap, her shaved front making for excellent visibility. Taylor didn’t know how to feel. It was hot. Taylor’s body was amazing, and the action between her legs looked absolutely delicious. But Jessie would never admit to enjoying any of it. And that was a ludicrous way to think as she sat around the table in the kitchen of her office, watching two people fuck in front of her, but it was what it was.
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