Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

There were more cock-sucking cowboys on the table too. The poker was to be strip poker, where everyone had to ante up with a piece of clothing. Jen chose her shoes. She lost that hand, so she had to pay with her shirt next. She lost again. Next hand came her skirt, which she also lost. My heart was thumping to see what would happen next. She would no more sit semi-naked at the table with me than fly to the moon. But sure enough, the bra came off, and another hand was played and lost. There was an audible gasp as her bra fell away from her tits.

My son asked, "Daddy, why is that lady crying?" I said, "Everyone is in a poker game. "If we win, we will smile. "If we lose, we may cry." My son nodded as if he understood. "Oh, that lady must lose..."

Sterling muttered, pi​ckin‍g up his scotch. The dealer dealt the next hand. I looked at my c‍ards. A Two of Hearts a​nd a Seven of Spa⁠des. Garbage.⁠ "Fold​,"​ Lorenzo ord⁠ere‌d in⁠st​a⁠ntly‌.‌ "‍Stat‌istically impo​ssible." I look​ed at‍ Sterling. He was rela‍x‌ed.‌ Too relaxed. He wasn't looking​ at his cards. He⁠ was looking at my‍ chest.

Sighing, Camden pressed her face against Clayton's chest and mumbled, "I let you win at strip poker." Clayton wasn't sure he had heard her right. "You did what?" he asked, needing her to repeat herself. "I let you win..." she repeated only marginally louder this time. "You LET me win?" Clayton questioned, his fingers digging into her sides. In response, Camden burst into laughter as Clayton tickled her furiously. "Don't be a sore loser now, Cam! I won fair and square!" he proclaimed amidst the echoes of her laughter in the confined space. "No! No!" she cried out, attempting to squirm out of his iron grip, but it was no use. "Just admit it, I'm better at poker!" Clayton declared through his o

"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?"

“Look, I don’t have time for games, Reno. You already signed the papers, you don’t get to negotiate for your poker table.” “You have a poker table here?” Xavier asked. “Dude, you really have a gambling problem.” “And who the hell are you?” Darla asked. “Just the guy that your ex husband’s ex girlfriend used to fuck.” “So we’re connected. Lovely. Seriously Reno, what do you want?” “I know what you and Jasper did.” I stated. “Jasper? Doesn’t ring a bell.” She shrugged. “Really cuz Brad said you do know him.” She glared at him and he shrugged innocently.

"Why don't we play a game?" She glanced at Covey to find him heading towards her. "Which game?" he asked, settling on the bed next to her. "Strip poker!" she said, without thinking. Covey raised a brow before chuckling. "Sounds interesting. How do you play it?" Cara pursed her lips for a second before shaking her head. "You have no idea?" A smirk had formed on Covey's face and he looked like he was about to chuckle. "Don't blame me! I just know that two people play something. Cards, I think and well the looser gets to pull off one thing they're wearing. I think it continues like that until. . ."

HIS PRIVATE STRIPPER {He owns Her} Chapter Thirty One. . . . Adam's Apartment;; Adam pushed the door open, revealing whoever it is. His eyes widened as he stared at the leader of the casino whom he had lend money From. He didn't wish to see him now as he's still trying to save up the money so he could repay him back. Big Joe, like they call him stood, smirking at Adam. He had an eye patch over one of his eyes and a hook in one of his hands, making him look like a typical captain in one of the cartoon series.

Amelia looked at Veronica. “It’s honestly so gross.” Veronica sighed. “However, I am forcing myself to accept it, but really. Whiskey is much better tasting.” “Whatever. Let’s do some gamboling.” Lilith held up a bag of poker chips that she found at the bar. “I’m down.” Amelia scooted to the edge of her eat. Veronica moved to the floor, beside Lilith. “Strip poker is always a good game,” Grim smirked from beside Luca. That earned him a smack upside the head from Reese.

Chapter 1 – Poker Night The house smelled like cigar smoke and whiskey before the cards were even dealt. Sarah leaned against the kitchen doorway in her tiny sleep shorts and cropped hoodie, arms crossed under her chest, watching the two men set up at the dining table. Poker night was a monthly ritual—her stepdad Charles and his best friend David had been doing it since she was in high school. Back then she’d hide upstairs with headphones, pretending the low laughter and clink of chips didn’t exist.