7:16 pm, Sunday 3rd April 2016
|I like a challenge, but Strip Poker with two guys was going to be a stretch of my skillset. I’ve been playing poker for six years. I had Poker lessons from a Vegas poker player in exchange for sex sessions, which at the time was a fair deal.
Maurice and David were best friends and aged around thirty. I’d been booked through a London escort agency based on my looks and my Poker-playing ability. We’d broken even after the first hour or so, and it was time to turn up the heat.
I knew I would win with a Royal Flush, and Maurice had to strip to his boxer shorts. David laughed at the sight of his semi-erection. “Come on David,” he protested, “I’m thinking about this gorgeous escorts mouth on my parts.” I laughed at their banter.
However, I lost the next two rounds and ended up topless. I got up, unclasped my bra, and watched both men gulp at the sight of my creamy, full, pendulous breasts.
David smiled, “Do I get to feel them yet?”
I smiled and shook my head. “We’ve got another three rounds to go.”
Maurice was naked by the end of the last game. I wore my panties, even though they were see-through and very little was left to the imagination. David still wore his boxer shorts, but was getting horny every time he looked at my breasts.
I would not be swayed. “These are your rules. Perhaps we can move our underwear around, so you still get to screw me. Maurice was rock hard and the tip of his cock peeked out of his hand as he slowly massaged himself, without realising he was even doing it. “It is my turn first.” He pulled aside my panties and felt between my bottom cheeks. Are you good for here?” Maurice enquired, pushing a fingertip into my ass and putting on his protection.
“Good, I get her mouth,” David smiled. Soon I had a mouthful of hot, thick cock and a lovely cock in my ass. Both took their time and I could feel hands on my breasts, kneading them, whilst my clit was rubbed through my panties. My panties became so wet.
After they both came, I dressed slowly, letting them both relax after their exertions. “Next time I call your escort agency, I’ll have you naked, David said, with a grin. “My reply came from the door as I was about to leave. “You’ll both have to get plenty of Poker practice before then.” All I heard was the sound of laughter as I closed the door behind me.
Maurice and David were best friends and aged around thirty. I’d been booked through a London escort agency based on my looks and my Poker-playing ability.