Poker Nip Slip Novels & Stories

Nobody objected. "I assume everyone is familiar with the rules." Cara settled into her seat, her eyes scanning the table as she shuffled her chips. Across her, three women smiled sweetly, their faces masked of innocence. "One chip is equally to five million," Laureen interjected. Daisy set two chips as the big blind while Isabel set one chip as small blind. The dealer dealt the cards, starting from Daisy. After dealing, everyone had two cards before them. Cara flipped hers a little to spy at the numbers.

He took a swig and then set it down next to him as I tossed the cork into the basket. “That was cute, sassy flower.” Conor replied rubbing his face. “Here, I’ll go first so you can have an example.” He looked over his cards. “Do you have a three?” I looked down at my hand and nodded. “Okay, give it to me and I will make a pair. When you ask the other person for a card and they don’t have what you’re asking for you, they should say ‘Piscis’ or point to the deck and then you pick up a card from the top of the pile.” I handed him my green three as he set it down with the blue one. “Now, it’s your turn. But before I forget, if you run out of cards, you pick up five more off the top of the pile a

"Are you going to pl‍ay, or are you just here t⁠o sta‍r⁠e at​ my dres‍s?" Sterlin‌g’s ego‌ flared. He couldn't back down in front of the ot⁠her men. No⁠t‍ to a gi‌r‍l. "Call,⁠" St⁠erling slammed his chip​s down. The dealer burned a card⁠. H​e fli‍pped the t⁠urn. A Two.‌ ⁠He​ flipped the ri⁠ver. A Seven. Two p​air.

Missy smiled in wonder. - Not much, I confess. But Devon used to play it when he was a teenager, so it's familiar to me. Logan explained, looking happy that Missy had that reaction. With one swift movement, he picked up the cards and began shuffling them, while he watched Missy remove the cards from the box – And, getting back to the subject, I would like to ask: have you ever heard of strip poker? he asked, with an expression that couldn't be described in any other way than naughty. - Y-you mean… – she swallowed hard, caught by surprise – What does it have to do with taking off your clothes?

I snapy fingers, and she sucks in a sharp breath, pushing off the marble counter. “Okay…okay…” her left hand dips into her back pocket, card glinting in the sunlight as she holds it out to me, hand quivering. The card lies cold in my palm, and I stare down at it, chest tightening as I exhaled sharply. “There. I don't understand why you—hey! What are you doing?” Nina’s voice is a panicked whisper as I clamp my fingers on both sides of the card—and twist. “Cross!” Her voice cracks in protest, but I don't listen. I don't stop, bending the stupid thing inwards and outwards repeatedly until it starts to slack.

When her startled eyes met his he asked, “What did I just lose?” Pinned at an awkward angle over the table, Jasmine had nowhere to hide her hot face. “Ah…” Heat licked at her from his touch, making her tongue thick, and for a moment she felt a pang of regret. Losing might have been the smartest thing she’d ever done. She cleared her throat. “Strip poker is played in private. The ante is...the player’s clothes.” Keilor sucked in a breath and his fingers tightened. He slowly let her go and leaned back, contemplating the ceiling with a resigned expression.

"The main reason I called is to find out about the poker game. Obviously, I know slaves have sex at it, but not the details. What can you tell me about it?" "Are you familiar with poker?" "Very basically. I've never played." "A player wins each hand with money in the pot. Every hand where a slave is performing, the slave must orally caress the genitals of the winning player." "You mean suck cock?" "Two women also play poker. Regina and Lisa. They can win too." "Okay, so two minutes of oral gratification. What else?"

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

Nia whimpered softly as the crotch rope rubbed insistently against her clit, the constant friction sending sparks of pleasure through her core. Jabari stepped back to admire his work, then circled her slowly. He ran his large, calloused hands over her body — squeezing her bound breasts until she moaned, pinching her hardened nipples, trailing his fingers down her stomach, and lightly slapping the insides of her thighs. Each touch left her skin tingling. He dropped to his knees in the warm sunlight and began the long, merciless teasing.

Fierce as usual. “Blinds are up,” the dealer announced. Knight pushed a massive stack of chips forward—the big blind. Niro matched it without hesitation, not easily outdone. The dealer flipped the flop: Queen of Hearts, Seven of Clubs, and Ten of Diamonds. Niro's confidence increased, sliding a hefty pile of chips into the pot. “Trying to bluff your way into Eleanor’s heart?" Knight teased, voice low but cutting. Niro’s grin was sharp. “Unlike you, I don’t rely on luck or cheap tricks, also I'm not gonna treat her like how you played her.” Knight clenched his fist, causing Niro to smirk slightly again.