Strip Poker

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I’ve always loved Strip Poker.  Since my early teens.  Spin-the-Bottle seemed so immature.  And the night almost always ended with me fully dressed.  You see, my uncle had taught me to play poker when I was five.  I was practically a pro.  And I flaunted it.

And then, one night, I was pulled into a game with my coworkers, after an unusually long shift.  There were two couples, a single guy and me.

As the night wore on, I found myself nearly naked.  That single guy, whom I had never met before, was kicking my poker ass. In fact, everyone was down to their undies.  Except him.  He was cool as a cucumber.  Then he stood up abruptly and said, “I win.  I get to choose whomever I want to take home with me.”  He proceeded to choose all three women at the table.  The men threw up their hands and said, “Fine!”

We three got into his car.  He drove us to his place.  He gave us our working orders.  The other two women were given tasks.  One, cleaning the kitchen.  The other, cooking dinner.  Then he looked at me and said, “You.  You’re going to fuck me all night long.”  And then I did.

Best sex EVER!

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