Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

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POV: Kai The fluorescent lights of the underground poker room flickered, casting long, jagged shadows against the peeling wallpaper. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigars and desperate ambition—a scent I had become far too familiar with lately. I leaned back in the rickety chair, trying to maintain the effortless smirk that had served as my armor for years, but my knuckles were white as I gripped my cards. "You’re quiet tonight, Thorne," the man across from me drawled. Miller was a local bookie with a smile like a shark and a reputation for never losing. "Usually, the star athlete has more to say when the stakes are this high."

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

Dangerous. And when he finally set down his cards—four of a kind, of course—and leaned back with a victorious smirk, I knew I’d walked straight into a trap. “Your move,” he murmured. My throat went dry. Because this wasn’t just strip poker anymore. It was foreplay. “want to finish the orgasm you started? He said I gulped

As it went on, and to no surprise to me, I got the winning hand. "Clearly, poker is not my strong suit," she grumbled as she put her cards down. "Now, strip," I said, smirking at her. I could already see her underwear through the damp white dress she had on. This game was about to get a whole lot interesting. She looked at me with furrowed brows, not understanding the game. "I said strip. This is strip poker, after all," I told her. I held back a smile and I tried to hide it immediately by taking a sip of my drink. I wanted her tonight. The temptation was far too much. There she was, the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on, and she was my wife.

Straight to my point. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment. “I'm not here for your stupid game. You know I don't give a shit about poker.” I gestured towards his newfound minion, my eyes locking into his, forcing him to face me. “I'm here for him.” The tables fell silent. The players, all of them seasoned gamblers, knew when the tension had reached a breaking point. Even the dealer paused for a moment, sensing that something bigger than the cards was at stake.

But I have yet to see or touch a man’s poking stick in person, in reality all I have ever saw was drawn illustrations posted online. "I'm warning you, don't go too far." His words sounds like nothing but a humming wind to my ears as I grabbed his hard length and gave it a squeeze out of curiosity. Even with the clothes blocking his rod, I can still feel it slightly trembling and heated against my palm. "Miss!" He was shocked. I gave him a teasing grin without letting go of his length, instead I massaged it. "Your pet is fidgeting and hot. Are you running a fever? Or should I help you solve it?"

◇NO POV◇ every couple are so happy with their loved ones mainly don and liam because srinithi started understanding don like in the past she is loving him more than past coming to liam all misunderstandings between liam and viola was solved, liam felt blessed to have viola in his life liam faked as ill and staying in home believing that he is ill she postponed her shoot and ran to his home she pressed the switch of door bell he opened the door with half naked body, his toned abs, broad shoulders can attract any girl, she felt she is drooling over his body he cleared his throat

Lucas turned to the dealer, “can I get fifteen million Kenya shillings chips?” “Same as for me,” Maina added as soon as the dealer nodded in convention. The dealer moved to the counter and gave instructions to the attendant who handed two trays full of chips worth fifteen million each and a PDQ. He placed the chips directly in front of the players on the poker table and handed each of them the PDQ’s in turns for them to swipe their cards. Interestingly, with there shady business, they were both owners of black cards due to the many umbrella companies they owned.

"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?"