“What this, Barry?” Gary said, “You bring your girlfriend out for the game and then try to distract us so we’re not paying attention to the cards?”
“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s everyone’s hostess tonight,” I answered. Maryann started to step away, but I grabbed her, spun her around, and down into my lap. “Isn’t that right?” I slid my hand up her belly and filled it with her breast, my fingers clamping down on her nipple — this time with 5 others watching. I didn’t have to look; I could feel all their eyes watching my hand on her breast.
Helping Maryann step back up from my lap, she giggled and said, “Whatever you say, Sir,” as she turned to her chair.
“Everyone’s?” Roger said. “Hey Marty, haven’t we been here before? Do we all get the same fringe benefits?”
“Fuck you!” Marty answered, pretending to glower at Roger, even though I knew the truth.
“Think of Angel as a consolation prize for when you lose,” I laughed in response.
Rick, despite having barely nursed his beer until that time, turned his bottle upside down and drained it. “I think I can use another one, too.”
Roger had always been an instigator — more of a leader than a follower, and in typical fashion, when Maryann returned with another beer for him, he reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her down into his lap. Just as I had, his hand rose to fill itself with her boob. “Umm, you’ve certainly got some cute little titties, are you going to show ’em to us?”
“Maybe later,” I answered for Maryann as she twisted out of Roger’s grasp.
We were there for poker, and after umpteen years of repeated games, we all knew what to do. But, having set the stage that it was OK to play with Maryann’s tits, everyone availed themselves of a fondle when she delivered another drink. Rick and Gary pulled her down into their laps, at least momentarily. Mike excused himself to go to the toilet, and when he returned stepped up behind Maryann and grabbed her tits, pulling her back against himself — until Maryann, with a giggle, twisted away. Marty, not having participated directly in the gangbang of his sister fifteen years before, wasn’t quite so sure about what was to happen. I saw him glancing around, particularly at me, and then, after at least half an hour of not having made any moves, when Maryann leaned over next to him to reach for his empty bottle, he turned his head and sucked her breast into his mouth, his hand sliding up under her skirt to her bare bottom at the same time, keeping her from pulling away from his mouth, leaving her shirt wet with saliva and much more transparent than before when he finally took his mouth away.
“Damn Marty! Look at that, you got her shirt all wet,” I chastised. Marty’s eyes widened, not at first sure if I was really upset. I said, “Angel! Come here,” and Maryann obediently did, walking wide to avoid Gary’s groping hands. She stepped in front of me, and I pretended to examine that wet spot from Marty’s mouth. “That’s all wet. Let’s take this off and I’ll get it dried for you.”
Maryann made no effort to stop me as I pulled the thin shirt upright, raising her hands for me as I stood and lifted it over her head. “That’s a lot nicer anyway, isn’t it, guys?”
“Oh My Fucking God!” Rick was quick to answer. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen an Angel’s tits before.”
“Amazing.”
“Yes, they certainly are,” I answered. “Angel, why don’t you go around and let the boys enjoy your tits while I get rid of this,” I said, standing and moving towards the kitchen and laundry room. I had no intention of doing anything with her shirt, I knew it would dry on its own — but was just making sure she remained topless. I tossed it onto a counter and turned back, just in time to see Gary pull Maryann into his lap, his hands reaching for her crotch and slipping under her skirt. “Uh-Uh Gary. Pussy is off limits but Angel loves to have her tits played with, don’t you Angel?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm,” Gary said, not removing his hand from her leg. “Seems to me she might like having her ass played with too.
“What do you say, Angel. Do you like having your bottom played with?”
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, the lust in her eyes confirming it. “I bet these boys are going to enjoy your bottom too. Why don’t you slip that skirt off for us.”
She understood my words for the instruction I intended. “Yes sir. If you say so.”
“I do.”
Pulling away from Gary, she stepped over towards me and when I reached out a hand, she stepped closer. I reached over to the zipper on the side and waited while she unhooked the clasp and then I lowered her skirt. Bending to step out of it, her bottom was pointed right at the other guys. “Tits and ass boys. You can play with Angel all you want, but pussy is off limits.”
“Are you sure?” Mike chimed in. “She can probably handle all of us.”
“Not right now,” I said, “Right now — it’s Poker.”
I watched as Maryann moved from player to player, virtually nude except for a tiny thong panty and come-fuck-me high heels, hands on her tits or ass almost constantly. Somebody would ask for a beer, and pull her into their lap for a fondle when she came back. Somebody would fold a hand, and while they were waiting for the next round — pull her into their own lap for a quick fondle. That she was enjoying the group attention became visible through the dark wet spot growing on the front of her thong.
“This looks like it,” I said as Roger was on the brink of being eliminated. “One more loss for you and you’re gone?”
“Kind of looks like it,” he acknowledged. “Guess I’ll just have to sit back and play with Angel while you bastards duke it out.”
“No, not quite,” I answered, looking around at everyone as Gary was dealing another hand. “House rules — and since it’s my house, my rules say when you go out, you collect your consolation prize, finish your beer and then you get to go home. No hanging around this time.”
“What?” Mike said, looking befuddled. “You’re kicking us out when we tap out?”
“My house, my rules.”
“Well, if you want to be a bastard about it,” Marty said, also looking befuddled at my previously unheard-of rule and sounding a bit peeved. I just smiled. Two hands later, Roger did indeed lose again.
“I guess that’s it?”
“Finish your beer,” I nodded, “and collect your consolation prize and then you need to leave.” My mention of a consolation prize must have gone by them the first time, but this second time, Mike had to ask what that was about. “We don’t want anyone to leave unhappy,” I said, reaching over for Maryann’s hand where she’d just delivered Marty another beer and pulling her down onto my lap. I slipped a hand under her arm and onto her boob, “and that includes my Angel. Angel really likes to suck cock and I told her you guys would be happy to get a blow job as a consolation prize. Since Roger’s out first, my little slut is dying to give you a knobby. Isn’t that right, Angel?”
“If you say so, Sir.” I made no effort to push her up just yet, letting everyone assimilate what I’d just said.
“Holy Shit! I just realized what that says,” Rick popped up with, purposely looking at Maryann’s neck. “That’s Morse code. I kept seeing it, and felt that it meant something but couldn’t place it.”
“What?” Marty asked, looking from Rick to Maryann and back, not understanding his comments at all. Rick had become an Air Traffic Controller, and had to know Morse code, so it made sense to me that he figured it out.
“Her collar. Those aren’t just random beads, they mean something. It’s Morse code for SLUT. You bought her that.”
“I did buy it for her,” I answered with a nod, “but it was a message of her choosing.” I lowered my hand from Maryann’s boob, slipping it to her butt cheek and lifting. “But for now, she’s dying to show off her oral skills.”
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