Poke-Her
written by:
Richbitch

It was supposed to be a classy evening. That's what Mackenzie had in mind as she walked through her boyfriend's front door. He had arranged a night of poker between himself, his two friends, Mackenzie, and Nina. All five were fairly talented poker players and they wanted a night like they could have in some of the finer resorts in Vegas without having to go through the trouble of flying across the country. Black tie was mandatory, and champagne and rich delicacies such as pâté and foie gras flowed throughout the evening. Brad, Mackenzie's boyfriend, knew how to throw an elegant party, and she loved being a part of it. All of them were in their mid-twenties, and she felt honored to be involved in something so chic as Brad's lifestyle. He was constantly involved in something exclusive and elite, and she rode his coattails as long as he would allow her. It certainly helped that she was a hellcat in the sack. She had an insatiable appetite and would often suggest they take a hiatus in the middle of a civilized event to do it in the coat closet. Mackenzie was the last to arrive that night, but all the guests greeted her as wonderfully as she expected when she entered. All three men were wearing black tuxes, complete with bowties and cummerbunds. Nina nearly matched Mackenzie. They both wore black miniskirts, stockings, and high heels. However, Mackenzie had on a white sleeveless button-down top that accentuated her shapely arms and emphasized her overly-responsive nipples through her thin bra. She hoped to distract the men with them.

Five hours in, the food was gone, as was Nina's money. She left after risking it all on a queens full house, but losing to quad fives courtesy of Brad. So then there was four... until Brad had made some poor choices and lost not only the money he had won off of Nina, but his own. He began clearing the plates and glasses, surely a sign that he wanted he guests to leave. However, Mackenzie wasn't anywhere near done. She had doubled what she had walked in with and had no intention of slowing down. After folding one hand, she poured herself another glass of champagne and walked into the kitchen to tell Brad to calm down. "Why don't you go up to bed and I'll join you in a bit?" she purred. She kissed his throat in an effort to soothe his battered ego. "Mmmm...promise?" Brad grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. "I'll make sure you feel even better than when you beat Nina." Mackenzie pressed her knee against his growing bugle and kissed him. Her hand traveled down to meet her knee and she grasped his member through his tuxedo pants. "I'll finish off Brandon and Steven and join you upstairs in a bit," she said between kisses and strokes. "Go get ‘em," he said and headed upstairs. Mackenzie returned to the table and settled in for another hand, her nipples stiff from the slight foreplay with Brad in the kitchen.

Mackenzie's streak continued until one fateful hand when she lost big to Brandon. It was a stupid bet, risking way too much on trip sixes and Brandon easily took her over with a flush. From there she continued to lose until she was left with almost nothing. Mackenzie started to panic. She was so close to beating both of these guys until that one hand, and now she risked losing everything she walked in with. As she poured herself another glass of champagne, which is what most likely caused her descent in the first place, she almost missed the knowing glance between Brandon and Steven. No words were necessary, but she knew what they were going to say before they said it. Therefore, after she lost the next hand it didn't surprise her when Steven leaned in and asked, "Do you want to make this more interesting?" Clearly the champagne went to her head because instead of immediately shutting him down, she leaned on the table, pressing her breasts together, and said, "What did you have in mind?" Brandon stood up, got real close to Mackenzie as he poured himself a drink and said, "Instead of money we play for clothes." It was barely a suggestion, more of a clear-as-day statement. As Brandon set the bottle back down, Mackenzie felt his bulge press against her bare shoulder. Something in her turned on and suddenly she knew there was no way she'd say no. She also knew it probably wouldn't end at removing clothes. Playing it cool, she let them stew as she "contemplated" their offer. She continued to pause as she sipped her drink and played with the remaining chips in her pile. "Fine. But cummerbunds and bowties count as one article of clothing." The men glanced at each other and said, "Deal" in unison.

Another hand was dealt and Mackenzie felt a rush. Instead of folding, which she normally would have done given the hand she was dealt, she played it until the end when she inevitably lost. She stood up, smiled as her hands drifted from her collar down her body, past her shirt, and all the way to her feet. She slowly removed the high heels, and dropped them on the ground and sat back down. Five hands later and both men lost their own pairs of shoes, the bowties and cummerbunds, and Steven was removing his socks. Mackenzie lost the next hand and realized she could either remove her shirt or her stockings. She decided to remove the stockings. She slid her skirt up to reveal her black lacy thong to both men and slowly rolled down the stockings, smoothing out her skirt as she moved down her legs. She threw the nylons into the pot at the center of the table. Brandon lost the next round and he quickly took off his own socks. Steven lost and now the real fun began. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it to uncover his hard abdomen. Mackenzie felt herself get excited as she contemplated where the evening might take her now. This distraction caused Mackenzie to lose the next hand and she was forced to remove her own shirt. She slowly unbuttoned the sleeveless top, displaying her matching lacy black bra. She watched both men intently as they watched her seductive strip tease. The shirt fell to the floor and she ran her hands back up her chest, pausing at her breasts to give them a squeeze. The next hand was dealt. Steven lost and now had to take off his pants. Mackenzie followed his hands as they opened up his fly and her eyes caught his unmistakably large cock. Saliva filled her mouth as she imagined him drilling her with that monster. Steven sat down and his cock disappeared under the table. As the next hand was dealt out, Mackenzie's foot found its way into Steven's lap. Her toe nudged his manhood and she gave him a look that told him she'd be up for it. She purposely lost the next round and stood up, turned around, and removed her skirt slowly. She bent over as she lowered it to the ground and let the two men watch her shapely behind as she displayed herself. She straightened up, running her hands along her firm ass and the snapping her thong strap across her hips, and let the next round begin. Brandon easily lost the next two hands and was now also sitting in just his boxer briefs. He had a noticeably large cock as well, not as big as Steven's, but still quite generous. Mackenzie suspected it was larger than Brad's sizable member. This time Mackenzie lost again and she reached behind to unsnap her bra when Brandon stopped her.

"Let me," he said. He stood up and walked behind Mackenzie, raising her from the chair. He rubbed her shoulders and pushed the bra straps down. He moved her long blonde hair to the other side of her neck and lightly kissed the left side of her neck. His hands caressed her shoulders, then her back, and lowered until they reached her bra hook. He slowly released it, smoothing the skin under it. Mackenzie's breath caught as Brandon's hands moved around her sides and then cupped her breasts. She let the bra fall to the floor as she looked at Steven looking at Brandon's hands on her breasts. He wasn't even looking her in the eye anymore. Her own eyes fluttered closed as Brandon's thumbs rubbed over her pink, taut nipples, his hands lifting her large 36D breasts. He kissed her neck again and slowly moved his hands aside, curling the fingers and letting his nails gently scrape past her nipples. Her knees went weak at the sensation, her thong filling with her heat. Brandon caught her by her under-breasts and lifted her up again. He caressed her breasts lightly before letting go. Mackenzie kept her eyes closed and let her own hands find their way back to her chest. However, just before she was able to pleasure herself, Brandon caught her wrists and pulled them away. He raised them above her head and kissed her soft neck. She opened her mouth to protest and was surprised to feel a pair of lips capture her own. Her eyes half opened and found Steven kissing her as Brandon held her captive. Steven's hands pulled her waist against his rigid cock and she bucked against him. Their tongues battled each other as Mackenzie craved their touch. Brandon continued kissing her neck and holding her wrists as Steven joined their sexes during their lurid kiss. Steven's hands moved north and soon seized her breasts. She moaned in his mouth and pressed her chest against his hands. He stopped their kiss and moved his mouth south, kissing the other side of her neck, her throat, her collar bone, the valley between her breasts, her abdomen, her belly button, and finally her panty line. She gasped as his hands met with his mouth and he slowly pulled her thong out from her body. He kissed her mound, looked up at Brandon and said, "You owe me $50."

"What?" Mackenzie breathed. "I bet Brandon that you shaved. You do, Lovely." He kissed her immaculate pussy once more before replacing the thong back in place. Mackenzie thought of that morning when she had freshly shaved so that her night with Brad could be even more romantic. She had no idea that the elegant night it was supposed to be would become a tawdry threesome with two men, neither of whom was her boyfriend. "Come here," Makenzie ordered, delighting in her newfound naughtiness. Steven stood up and Mackenzie tugged one hand free from Brandon's grasp. She pulled on the elastic of Steven's boxer briefs and looked at the colossus that she now knew for sure would be implanting her later. Brandon let her other hand go as well and he cupped her breasts again. She moaned as he conquered her breasts, his thumbs circling around her nipples, rubbing them down, and then arousing them again with soft tugs. Her hands worked into Steven's boxer briefs and pulled on his cock. Steven dropped his own underwear to allow her better access to his organ. She stroked him with one hand and reached under to grip his balls. She massaged his balls as she tightened her grip on his massive member and increased the tempo of her strokes. Steven groaned, leaning in for another sensual kiss. As they kissed, one of Brandon's hands deserted her right breast and headed south. Steven's hand picked up where Brandon left off. His hands were a bit rougher against her sensitive nipple, but she was even more turned on at the sensation. His callouses dragged against her stiff nipple and she gasped. Brandon snaked a hand inside her thong, sliding a deliciously long finger inside her womanhood. "You're right, Steven. She completely bare." His finger slid out of her, and suddenly was on her lips. She sucked his finger into her mouth and savored her own taste. She sucked his finger in hard, not letting go. He pulled out with a pop and now both hands were at her lacy black thong, slowly rolling it down her long, shapely legs.

His right hand captured her pussy, feeling her mound, cupping it, and then, finally, separating the lips. He slid one finger back inside as two others rubbed her clit. "Oh, yes..." she moaned into Steven's mouth. Both of his hands were now teasing her nipples. He was a little rougher, pulling and pinching before smoothing briefly. Mackenzie began bucking shortly and came all over Brandon's hands. He smeared her honey on her body as his hands roamed north. Steven let go of her breasts and broke their kiss, stepping back. Mackenzie was forced to let go of his cock as he separated them and watched Brandon coat her body in her own juices. She shivered at the sudden chill, making her nipples go erect once more. She reached behind her and pulled down Brandon's boxer briefs. His hands groped her breasts once more before moving to her back. She felt him press his own impressive member between her legs. Steven was on the floor, his face positioned beneath her. Before she could work out what he was doing, Brandon was gently pressing her down. She knelt down on the floor, Brandon right behind her. Steven raised his head and ran his tongue once along her slit. She gasped in the shock of the sensation. Brandon pressed her spine down again so she was on all fours, hands next to Steven's hips. His cock was lined up with her mouth, so she took it in and began to suck. Brandon's hands roamed forward again, grabbing her swaying breasts in his fingers. He combed her nipples between his middle and ring fingers, pulling gently while still massaging the globes. Goosebumps flooded her body as she knew what was about to come.

Sure enough, Brandon lined up his cock with her entrance and he broke inside her. She sighed and gasped as the sensation of someone new filled her. He stretched her wider than Brad did and she squeezed around his cock to escalate the feeling. She stopped sucking Steven for a moment to revel in Brandon's cock. Suddenly, Steven's tongue licked her clit. "Oh, yes!" she whispered, muffling her own voice by taking in Steven's cock once more. She bobbed her head up and down, causing him to moan against her clit, which made her moan against his cock in a glorious circle. Brandon let go of her breasts, feeling her body until he grasped her hips and shoved his meat inside her faster and harder as he used her hips to increase their tempo. She let go of Steven's cock, thew her head back, and let her orgasm rip through her as Brandon only increased their speed. She bit her lip to keep from calling out and waking up her boyfriend. As soon as she finished cumming, another one built up as Steven's hands found her nipples and pinched them. His tongue was doing wonders for her, as well as Brandon's own abundant thrusting. She felt Brandon tense up and she squeezed even harder against him. "Oh, fuck, yes," he muttered, pulling her tight against his manhood and releasing deep inside her. Several spurts later he finished and pulled out of her. Steven stopped licking her clit and stopped playing with her breasts. Brandon kissed her neck, then rolled her over so she lay on the floor. He kissed each nipple before rolling over himself and Steven rolled on top of her, lining up his vast cock with her swollen pussy. "Give it to me," she told him. She grabbed his ass with her nails and pulled him to her entrance. Mackenzie planted her feet on the floor, spread her legs, and opened for him. After some teasing but without warning Steven thrust his cock deeper still inside Mackenzie. "Yesssss," she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting upwards to feel him embed himself even more inside her.

He was splitting her apart in a way she hadn't felt in years, since she was a near-virgin. She didn't think about how she would explain to Brad how she was suddenly stretched apart, but just focused on the moment. She looked over at Brandon and saw him jerking off again. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his member. He came closer to her and she darted her tongue out to quickly lick his head. Her hand stroked him as she flashed her tongue in again and then out again against his tip. He moaned and ran his hands over her chest in appreciation. Steven was pounding away at her, and she thrusting back instinctively. After a few more strokes of his cock, Mackenzie pulled Brandon hard and swallowed his cock. He moaned as he sank into her mouth. She sucked on him as Steven plowed her deeply. She was close to cumming again and let the feeling wash over her as the two men pleasured her body. She closed her eyes and imagined what it must have looked like to an outsider. Brandon tweaked her nipples and she was able to let it go. Her third orgasm of the night bolted through her and she spasmed against Steven's plunging cock. She let go of Brandon's cock to enjoy her moment and he took the opportunity to suck on a nipple, nibbling it gradually, then swirling his tongue around it. "Yes, yes, yes...oh, yes..." she cooed. This encouraged the two men and Steven reached down and pulled on her clit as he hammered into her. Her orgasm intensified as a third one rolled around to begin again. She brought her hand to her mouth to bite it to keep her from screaming in pleasure. It came out as a long moan as she finally subdued and caught her breath. Steven grabbed her ankles and threw them around his neck as he found a second wind and pummeled her hard. Still catching her breath, Mackenzie went back to simply stroking Brandon's cock for him.

Steven pushed in deep, releasing himself far inside her womb. She panted as she felt her fourth pick up and start to burst inside her as his cum flooded her insides. Brandon sucked harder on her nipple, then captured it in his teeth and pulled on it until she came. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me," she tried to whisper, trying to contain her hollers of ecstasy. Steven pulled out of her, his cum spilling out of her. She reached down to her sore and swollen lips and stroked herself, feeling the mixture of the two men's cum inside her. Steven stood up and began to get dressed as Brandon let go of her nipple and whispered, "I want to cum inside you again." Mackenzie nodded and then the two men grabbed her arms and pulled her from the floor.

Mackenzie pressed Brandon into her poker chair and straddled him, lining him up with her. She pressed him inside her and thrust her head back, exposing her neck and breasts to him. Brandon's hands caressed her body as she started to pump him to full hardness. Steven sat himself in another chair, in only his boxers, and watched the scene unfold. Mackenzie kept her hands on the back of the chair to give her leverage as she bounced on Brandon. "You're so hot," he told her, fingers splayed across her large breasts. "Twist them," she ordered. He took her order and lightly twisted the delicate features. "Mmmmm," was her response. Brandon took turns licking each nub through his fingers as Mackenzie picked up her pace. As another orgasm ripped through her, she folded herself against Brandon, her face in his neck. She kissed his neck and squeezed her pussy walls around his engorged cock. He picked her up and pushed her against the wall, thrusting as deeply as he could inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, then grabbed his face and kissed him powerfully. She nibbled at his lip, ran her tongue along his, made him feel alive. He sank his fingers into her firm ass and pressed her harder against him, wanting to feel every nook and cranny of her core. She gyrated against him, milking him. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and took a moment to break the kiss and give each of her nipples a nip. She squeezed her muscles hard around his cock at the sensation, sighed, and released her final orgasm of the night. His own orgasm wrenched through him and into her, spilling out and down her legs. They held on to each other as their bodies calmed down, and only then did they remember Steven sitting on the chair, watching them and jerking off through his boxers. After being set down, Mackenzie sauntered over, got on her knees, pressed her hands on his knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. It didn't take much for him to explode into her hot mouth. She swallowed it all.

The three slowly got dressed, each article of clothing a memory of the excitement that it led to. Mackenzie kissed each one goodbye. A long, promising kiss of more exciting things to come. She climbed her way upstairs and found Brad awake, waiting for her...