Strip Poker Gif Novels & Stories

"Heh - I bet you get to see more of it pretty soon. I hope you don't mind, but I'm dying to see those tits of Sheri's." "Oh, they are perfect - you won't be disappointed. I've played several games of strip poker before, but they've always seemed to crap out at the underwear level. Maybe with just the four of us we'll actually get down to skin. I think Sheri will go for it, she's not too shy about her body. I know I'll go as far as they will."

There was a second door leading to another room and we stepped in there. There were dangerous looking men sitting around a table. Some strippers were standing beside each one offering different services as the men played the game of cards. Our presence didn't make any difference, we were almost insignificant. My eye quickly caught sight of a man on vintage shirt and cowboy hat. He had an eye pad on, a cigratte stuffed in his lips as he played the game. Then a naked stripper at his feet, though her head was slightly hidden under the table but I could see her head movement and the pleasure groans he made, made me know that she was sucking his dick.

He looks puzzled, “I’m not entirely terrible at it.” I grin, “How well do you do with strip poker then?” His eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at my clothes. It was barely there. “I haven't played in years.” “Well, today’s your lucky day.” “How well can you play poker?” He asks hesitantly. He must be thinking of the one with the worst hand ending up completely naked in front of strangers. I grin, “I’m utterly terrible at poker.”

"I raise you." Shivel chuckles and takes a drag off his cigar before tossing in some more chips. "Call. What you got, mother fucker?" Christian lays his cards on the table, revealing two kings and three queens. I look at Shivel, who is trying to come across unaffected. But years of people-watching has made it easy to see his tells. His fingers twitch just slightly and his eyebrows raise just a miniscule amount. He's won and he's just drawing it out as long as he can. Asshole.

Richard settled in an armchair, legs spread, inviting scrutiny. It escalated when Sophia challenged us to cards—strip poker, her idea, giggled off as a joke until Ethan called her bluff. 'Why not?' he said, dealing. Mum was asleep upstairs; the staff dismissed for the night. Clothes came off round by round: Sophia's dress first, revealing lacy bra and thong; my blouse, exposing pert tits with nipples already peaked. Ethan lost his shirt, muscles rippling; Richard his tie, then cuffs.

Trey’s long fingers toyed with the custom poker cards, his every movement exuding an effortless sense of wealth and refinement. “Three rounds.” He casually discarded a card, then leaned back, eyes half-lidded as he took a slow drag from his cigarette. “Hah! Gotcha! I win!” one of the guys across the table cheered, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Trey rolled his eyes, laughing. “That’s all it takes to get you excited? Fine, take it.” The game moved on—counting cards, reshuffling the deck. I watched as Trey casually tossed a thick stack of cash onto the table.

“The most classic version. And we must play.” I had played poker many times; friendly games with chips and bragging rights. But this? This was new territory. Naughty territory. The kind that made my stomach tighten with anticipation. “I… I’ve never played strip poker,” I admitted, my voice a little breathy. His grin widened. “All the better. The rule is simple: you remove a piece of clothing if you lose a hand.” He opened the box, the cards making a soft shuffling sound as he dealt two piles of chips. “We start with five items. Shoes and socks count as one. Jewelry doesn’t count unless you want it to.”

He gave them all a shit eating grin. “Fellas, there’s only one way to settle this. Like men. A good old-fashioned game of strip poker.” Oh fuck yes, “I’m in!” yelled Amber a bit too enthusiastically. Grayson rolled his eyes, “We’re not kids anymore Ash. Strip poker is hardly appropriate.” “Speak for yourself bro,” said Leo, “count me in too.” “Just sounds like you’re afraid to me Little Godwin. Scared I’ll beat the pants off you,” taunted Ash.

Dhalia POV The whole strip poker idea was supposed to be my golden ticket to tantalise and tease, but it seems to have fizzled out spectacularly. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re unfazed by me sitting here utterly naked because maybe, just maybe, they’re not all that interested in women. It’s an amusing thought but unlikely—they have impressively stoic poker faces. And here I am, entirely nude because I kept losing hand after dismal hand. If I had known about their poker ability, I would have steered clear of suggesting this game.

He had Sarah all fired up when she lost 1 game. "Lets begin the excitement Sarah" Jacob smirked, there was a gleam of naughtiness in his eyes. The game is strip poker. Each time you lose, you lose an item of clothing. Sarah didnt know her sexual urges had heightened so much since they where now alone. Once she experienced it she didn't want to stop. The excitement and adrenaline, she loved the rush. By the end of 10 rounds of poker they were totally naked. Sarah was turned on, she felt it. She felt the rush starting, he breasts hardening and her nipples pointed to him.