Chapter 10: Another poker night

We are invited to another poker night with Matthew’s friends.

After watching Mary’s film at night for several hours and having slept only a few hours, I woke up on Friday feeling exhausted. Fortunately, I thought it was Friday and I would have the weekend to rest. I figured that Mary, too, would need rest after the gruelling day she had endured during filming.

Surprisingly, Matthew had been respectful of Mary’s tiredness and hadn’t forced her to give him a morning blowjob.

Over breakfast, I asked Mary about the previous day, “How are you? Are you feeling okay?”

“Exhausted. Yesterday was exhausting. And very humiliating. For the way I was treated, for cumming in front of the cameras, for having to lick a woman’s vagina, something I’d never done before. And that woman, Mistress Helen, was terrible. She knew a woman’s body incredibly well and knew how to bring me to the brink of orgasm and turn me on over and over again until I couldn’t even think straight. By the end, I think I would have done anything to be able to cum. I had never been so desperate and exhausted. I think I have rarely had such a strong orgasm in my life; I almost fainted. Thank goodness, at least I had my mask on and was dyed like Molly during the filming. I wouldn’t have been able to look anyone in the face again if they had filmed me in my normal appearance.”

Just then Matthew walked in and interjected, “Your little wife was fantastic yesterday. The film is going to be a hit and make money. And did you see that I had a small part myself? Short but very satisfying. Mary sucked me in as if she had come out of the desert after several days without water, and my cock was the only source of liquid for miles around. I have never seen her so enthusiastic; she was like a pump pumping water and drawing all the liquid from a well. She sucked me dry. Afterwards, she didn’t show as much enthusiasm when she sucked the cameraman and director’s cock, although they certainly enjoyed it. It’s a bit of a tradition on film shoots, and we couldn’t say no, could we, Mary? It’s been a great experience, and I think what Mistress Helen has taught Mary for the film is something I’d like to build on. I like her calling me Master and taking the positions I tell her to take. Even if it was a movie, you sure have learned things and how to obey, haven’t you, Mary?”

Mary didn’t answer him and continued to eat her breakfast.

Hearing that she had had to give a blow job to the cameraman and director, I looked at Mary and Matthew and thought that the experience had been even worse than I thought. I felt guilty about being turned on by watching the film, although I thought I couldn’t help but be attracted to Mary’s gorgeous body and to think that when she was aroused and came, it was the most exciting image in the world.

I asked Matthew, “In addition to having to humiliate herself in the film, did you also force her to give a blow job on those two men?”

“I told you it was a kind of tradition. And don’t worry. No matter how many blowjobs she gives, blowjobs don’t count, and I won’t add beads to the choker. Only if she gets her pussy or ass fucked,” Matthew replied with a nasty little smile.

We went to work at the office that day, and after a normal day’s work, when we got home, I thought that at least we could rest for the weekend. But Matthew had other plans.

During dinner, he said, “Tomorrow we have a date with my friends for another poker game. I’m sure we’ll all have a good time.”

Mary asked, “I guess that means your friends are going to fuck me again, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” Matthew replied. “Like last time, you’ll be the first prize for the winners, but this time I thought I’d do it differently.”

We didn’t bother to ask him what he had thought. It would be pointless.

The next day, we drove to another friend’s house for the poker game. Matthew told Mary ‘not to worry about the clothes; you would only have them on for a very short time’.

When we arrived, Albert, the tattoo artist, who was the host for the evening, opened the door.

When he saw Mary, his face lit up, and, putting his hand on her ass, he ushered her in, saying, “Welcome. I’m glad we have such delightful female company. The evening will be more entertaining this way.”

As we passed into the living room, he informed Matthew, “Matthew, we have a problem. Rick called a little while ago. His boss at the motel made him stay. He told him that he’d been absent from his post long enough and that if he was absent again, he’d be fired. So we’re down to five players.”

In the lounge, there were effectively only three other people: Antonio and Ang, Matthew’s former co-workers in the used car business, and his friend Larry.

Matthew pouted and replied, “I like being six better; it gives more excitement and makes it more interesting. I have an idea: Charley, you’ll be the sixth player.”.

I was surprised by the proposal. I wasn’t a big poker fan or a good player, but I couldn’t say no.

I decided that I would play without any interest and try to lose quickly. I wasn’t interested in doing anything that would satisfy or amuse Matthew in any way.

Then, as if he had read my mind, from Matthew’s twisted mind came a proposal that surprised me: “I don’t know if you’re a very good player, Charley, but I’m going to make you a proposition that I think will make you put all your interest and all your senses into the game. If you don’t come last in the game, you can fuck Mary after we fuck her. Furthermore, if you win, I’ll let you spend the whole night alone with her.”

The proposal gave me mixed feelings. On the one hand, somehow playing for my wife at cards seemed degrading and horrifying. But on the other hand, having the possibility of contact with Mary, being able to feel her softness, her warm and smooth vagina, and also being able to finally have an orgasm after so many desperate weeks, inclined me to make every possible effort and actively participate in the game.

Matthew didn’t wait for my answer; I don’t know if it was because he assumed I accepted his proposal. He walked over to the table and said, “Let’s get started.”

Somehow, he seemed like the leader of the group. I don’t know if it was because he was bringing the ‘prize’, Mary, to the game; because the others admired him for having managed to subdue Mary and me, being able to disburse of Mary’s body at will, having a new and better job, and living rent-free; or because he was already the leader before.

The five of them sat down, and Matthew motioned to me, pointing to the vacant seat. I sat down and looked at the pile of chips in front of me, the same as all the players had.

Matthew went on to explain his plan for the night: “We’ll play the same kind of poker as on other nights. Whoever runs out of chips is out of the game. At the end of the game, whoever has the most chips is the winner, whoever has the second most chips is the runner-up, and so on. For those who have run out of chips, the first one to lose all his chips is the one in last position, the next one to lose all his chips is the one in second to last position, and so on up.”

Larry asked, looking at Mary, “And what would the prize, or prizes, be this time?”

“I have thought that this time it will be different. Since Charley will be playing, Mary will be the only one serving the drinks, but that’s not much work. While we’re playing, she’ll give each of us a blowjob for 20 minutes, and this time we can cum. When she’s done with one of us, if necessary, she replenishes the drinks and moves on to the next one. At the end of the game, the three winners can fuck her at the same time. This little slut can easily take three cocks in her three holes. The winner chooses first which hole to put his cock in, then the second one, and the third one in the remaining hole. And finally, each of us gets to fuck her any way we want.”

Matthew’s friends burst into applause and cheered the plan. I looked at Mary with concern, and she looked back at me. Even though we’d had the experience of the previous time, I think we somehow expected it to be better this time.

Matthew said to Mary, “Take off your clothes so we can see you and touch you better.”

Mary removed the clothes she was wearing and stood there stark naked. As on the previous occasion, Mary’s gorgeous body attracted all sorts of lewd comments and stares. Although this was the second time she had been in front of Matthew’s friends, actually the third if you count the gangbang at the motel, Mary felt uncomfortable naked and exposed in front of the five men, especially thinking that before long they would be groping her all over her body and she would be sucking each of their cocks and swallowing their cum for the next few hours.

Albert pointed to the kitchen, and Mary went to get drinks to bring to the table. As she poured drinks for each of them, they took the opportunity to fondle her ass and tits, and one of them even ran his hand over her crotch, saying, “I’m going to put my cock back in this juicy little slit soon. I’ve been thinking about it all week since Matthew told me we’d have you here.”

When she reached my side, I didn’t know whether to touch her or not. I didn’t want to treat her like an object, but at the same time I wanted to touch her since we never had the chance to be together. Finally, I chose to gently run my hand over her neck and shoulders to give her my support. She leaned on me briefly.

After pouring the drinks, Matthew snapped his fingers and motioned for her to get under the table in front of him.

Matthew began to deal the cards, and I gave my full attention to trying to win, or at least not be the last. When he finished dealing, he put the cards down on the table and put his hands under the table, putting them back on the table shortly after. I assumed it was to unzip his fly. After a few moments, there was a sucking noise, and I imagined that Mary had started the first of the rounds by giving Matthew a blow job.

I tried to put the image of Mary under the table with Matthew’s cock down my throat out of my mind so as not to despair at the thought of all the abuse she still had left in the night and to focus on playing to the best of my limited abilities.

At first, I was very cautious, betting little and taking no risks, partly because of my lack of practice and partly to study how everyone was playing. Although I was paying full attention to the game and trying to remember everything I had learned a long time ago, I couldn’t help noticing that from time to time Matthew would put his hand under the table, whether to push Mary’s head and push his cock deeper into her or simply to caress her body. What I could see was Matthew closing his eyes and seeming to enjoy the sensations.

After a few hands of poker, Matthew closed his eyes and let out a muffled grunt, and I could tell he was cumming in Mary’s mouth. She then got up, rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand, and went to the kitchen to get more drinks, which she distributed among the attendants. Then she went under the table again and positioned herself in front of Albert, who was next. Again, she set about the task of giving another man a blowjob while we played, as if it were a normal thing to do.

I gradually took a few more risks, placing a few bets, though with not very good results, as I was losing chips bit by bit.

As the game went on, Mary went under the table and gave each of them a blow job. After Albert, she did Antonio, and then Ang. By the time it was Larry’s turn, who was next to me, I had lost pretty badly, but that hand I got really good cards, four kings, so I took a chance and raised the stakes. I could see myself winning; I imagined myself enjoying a night with Mary, at last after so long.

However, to my despair, Antonio, with a straight flush, won the hand, and I was almost out of chips. On the plus side, Ang lost all his chips and had to leave, so I was glad; at least I wasn’t last and I could make love to Mary. I was thrilled, and even though I didn’t win as I had hoped, I was happy.

As Larry was sitting next to me, I could clearly see Mary’s head bobbing up and down on Larry’s cock, pulling back to leave just the tip between her lips, and down to take a large part of his cock into her mouth. When it seemed to Larry that she wasn’t going deep enough, he held Mary’s head by the hair and pushed her so that her lips were around the base of his member and her nose was pressed against his pubic hair.

As Larry’s breathing quickened, a sign that he was nearing climax, he quickened the pace he was setting for Mary’s head and, in the moment, held her so that he ejaculated into her mouth, not down her throat.

You could see Larry’s cock twitching and pulsing, sending spurt after spurt of his viscous semen onto Mary’s tongue. Larry didn’t let go of Mary’s hair, which he held tightly. He stayed like that for a long time, never seeming to stop. Mary swallowed continuously, and you could watch as her throat made swallowing motions to get the copious volume of cum in her mouth into her stomach.

When she finished, he said, “Ahhh. I hope you enjoyed the taste. I’ve been saving myself for many days so you could have a good amount. I know that little sluts like you love to taste a good load of cum. And don’t worry, where this came from, there’s more for the rest of the night.”

After finishing with Larry, Mary got up and, as on previous occasions, went to the kitchen to remove empty bottles and cans and replenish drinks. When she had finished, she stood there as if waiting. I guess she wasn’t sure if she should give me a blow job too, not least because I still had my cock cage on. I wasn’t sure what Matthew was thinking, either.

As time passed and Mary didn’t move, Matthew said to her, “What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to suck Cucky’s cock? You haven’t sucked him for almost two months, and he hasn’t been able to cum either.”

Mary looked at him in surprise and said, “But the cock cage...”

“Well, there’s no need to take it away. I’m sure he’ll also enjoy it with it on,” Matthew replied. And he added with a grin, “And he might even cum in it.”

Mary knelt under the table in front of me, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my constricted cock. The sight of her sucking Larry’s cock right next to me had already turned me on, and my cock was swollen and as erect as the cock cage would let it get, which was not very much.

When I felt her hands around my testicles and the base of my cock, my arousal grew, and when she carefully placed her lips around the tip of my cock and I felt her fleshy lips sucking on the flesh of my cock protruding between the bars of the cock cage, my arousal increased tenfold. More blood flowed into my member, trying to swell and stretch it, causing the ring to painfully separate my testicles from my body. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Slowly, Mary moved forward and introduced more length of the cock cage into her mouth, increasing the surface area of the cock cage enveloping my cock. The cock cage was small, so she soon had it all in her mouth. The sensation was wonderful. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure that Mary’s warm, wet mouth was giving me.

The excitement of having Mary’s mouth around my cock, even though it was rigidly clamped and constrained, and the pleasure it gave me, mixed with the growing pain the ring was causing my testicles, as well as the pressure the bars were transmitting to my curved, enclosed cock.

Mary continued for a while, during which time pleasure and pain mingled in my body, with a growing desperation added as I realised that it would be impossible for me to reach an orgasm in these conditions. Mary did her best, licking and sucking me with her soft, hot tongue. But as the pleasure and arousal grew, the same arousal that tried to make my cock grow ended up growing—not my cock, which couldn’t grow locked up as it was, but the pain, which made my cock and arousal dwindle. And so I was in a vicious circle I couldn’t get out of.

Finally, the allotted time came, and I was unable to climax, despite Mary’s desperate efforts.

I had barely paid attention to the game, not only because of the frustrating blowjob I was receiving but also because I finally lost my chips. When Matthew called the game over, Antonio was first, followed by Larry, and then Albert.

Matthew then said, “Let’s all go to the bedroom. I figured this time it wasn’t worth all the privacy and separation. After all, we’ve already fucked this little slut together at the motel, right? And now she’s going to get fucked by three of us at the same time, so the rest of us can watch.”

We all went to the bedroom, with Matthew leading Mary by the arm. Once there, Matthew asked Antonio, “Well, you’ve won, so you choose how to start. Which hole and how do you want to fuck the little slut?”

Antonio undressed and lay down on the bed. Until that moment, I hadn’t been able to watch him naked closely, neither the day before nor that day. And I had little memory of the motel. When I saw him, I noticed that his cock was huge, very long, and thick. Almost as big as I remembered Thomas’s, the captain of Matthew’s swim team, being the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life. Even though I knew Antonio had fucked Mary before, I thought it was going to be very uncomfortable for her.