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“One hour.” I said more confidently than I felt, pulling the chips from the center of the table, bringing the total wager to three. I could feel her eyes on my exposed breasts as I leaned back in my chair.

She glanced down at her cards, then back at me. Everyone else had already settled amongst themselves and found a room for the night; just the two of us remained. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the heat in my face. We both knew she couldn’t fold, that there were no more hands after this one. The seconds ticked away on the clock.

She pulled matching chips to her side, calling my bet. Four cards sat in the center of the table, surrounded by empty shot glasses; I had two pair already, Kings and Tens, both hearts for me. The dealer, a neutral friend, dealt the final card. 

A six of spades.

Useless to me. I’d really been hoping for the full house, but two pair still wasn’t bad. 

I bit my lip and found myself sizing her up, figuratively and otherwise. First there was her grin: a flirty little smile, cocky now. She’d just won two hands in a row, coming back from the brink. She was a little more petite than me, a few freckles, with long wavy brunette hair and a subtle athletic create. My eyes drifted to her pale breasts and pink, perky nipples. My cheeks were burning, seeing her physically aroused was distracting. Her eyes definitely met mine as I glanced back up, and she winked. In that moment, I struggled to remember the exact series of events that had led to us both stripped naked, with our clothes mixed together in a jumbled pile on the floor. My attention was drawn to the strap-on sitting off to the side of the table.

I’d been the one to pick it, one of the largest at the store we’d all visited, and she had hesitated before agreeing. The purple toy started with an already thick head and veiny ridges, before bulging into a knot near the base. With her petite frame, I’d been looking forward to bending her over the table and stretching her to her breaking point, and then just a little bit further. I felt a dark tingle of desire imagining how she’d whimper when I finally popped the knot into her for the first time. Would she blink back tears as she realized that her delicate little flower would never be the same? I imagined how I would force her to cum repeatedly with it buried to the hilt, pounding her into a drooling mess. Once I’d had my fun and finished stretching her out, the oversized knot easily plunging into her sloppy cunt with every stroke, I’d shove her limp body off my strap and leave her quivering on the floor. Her once tight little pussy, now gaping and ruined, would be captured in high detail as I snapped a few pictures for both of us to enjoy later. 

I squirmed at the wondered of sending her home tomorrow unable to cum from her husband’s cock, broken as she would be by the time I was done with her. A few rounds ago, when I’d had a small lead, I’d even fantasized that she’d be left craving me. I imagined her lying awake at night for weeks to come, her fingers reluctantly finding their way to her battered, soaking womanhood, desperately pumping inside herself as she remembered what I’d done to her, trying to keep quiet as she bit down pitiful moans… I felt a lump in my throat now, staring at that dildo. The reality set in for the first time: it could be me discarded on the floor at the end of the night, mascara running down my face, juices slowly leaking from my ravaged hole.

I shook the wondered from my head. I had a good hand. With luck I’d be mounting her any second, snap some pictures for us both to keep, and finally put that smug little slut in her place. I imagined how I’d tease her about it for months to come, flirting with her husband in front of her, telling him all about how I’d broken her. About how wet she was and the sounds she’d made. How readily she came for me, like an willing sorority pledge, so desperate to please. 

Sure, we were friends for the most part, but she still had a way of getting under my skin, casually flaunting her seemingly effortless success and nubile body. It had developed into a bit of a rivalry, a rivalry that had led us both here. If nothing else, I was enjoying finally getting to see her stripped down to nothing, after months of imagining how vulnerable she would look naked. For the first time since I’d known her, she seemed anxious. I noticed that she was scanning me as well. Our eyes met, and a tingle of desire pulsed through me. I realized in that moment what I wanted. A couple hours wasn’t enough.

“A day.” I blurted out. The dealer started to interject -bets were supposed to conclude by sunrise- but my competitor cut her off. I wondered I saw her grin falter for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Twenty-four hours.” she replied. The dealer glanced between the two of us, the room silent other than the ticking clock, then shrugged and gestured for me to show my hand.

“Two pair, King high.” I said, my voice catching in my throat from the excitement. I held my breath, waiting for her to show her cards.

“Flush, spades.” she said, her grin widening. There was a predatory gleam in her eyes as she placed her pair of cards face up on the table, savoring the moment. I felt my heartbeat quicken, my eyes darted again to the strap-on and ice rushed down my spine. The dealer flashed a sympathetic smile as she got up and left.

“…Fuck.” I mumbled, trembling.

“Mmhmm…” my new mistress whispered back as the two of us were left alone, leaning forward to take my chin in her hand. “One whole night, just you and me. And then all day tomorrow too… I’ll have to bring you home and show you off.” 

Goosebumps rushed across my body, and my nipples hardened as her sharp blue eyes held my gaze. She leaned in, her breathing heavy already. My eyes were drawn down to her soft parted lips, and her fingers wrapped in my hair as she pulled me in, kissing me hungrily. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and found mine, and when I resisted her grip tightened. After a few minutes, she turned my face away, kissing her way along my cheek until her lips found my ear.

“I’ve wanted to do this for way too long,” she breathed, looping her fingers through my hair. She pulled me roughly out of my chair and pressed my face against the wall. Tender kisses traced where my neck and shoulder met, then her hands found their way down to my butt, squeezing and spreading my cheeks like she owned me… and for the next twenty four hours she did. I felt her breasts press against my back as her finger teased my ass, pushing against my tightest hole, and my pulse quickened. One of the rules we’d agreed to was only fingers for anal… the silver lining being I wouldn’t have to worry about that strap-on in my ass. She lingered there for a moment, teasing just inside the rim, savoring the tension in my body, before her hand slipped around to the front and spread my pussy lips. I was almost surprised by how wet I already was; my clit was slick and swollen as she rolled it between her fingertips. She started rubbing me, her palm cupping my mound while her fingers began to work their way into my pussy. My breath caught as her middle finger found the subtle swelling of my G-spot. My legs began to shake as she slowly pumped her finger in and out of me, massaging it. Just as I felt my breath getting faster and my hips began to rock on their own, she dragged me by my hair to the ground and shoved her fingers into my mouth.

The familiar, tangy flavor of my own juices sent my libido into overdrive, and I could see her desire mounting as I sucked and licked away every drop. She pulled my lips open as I swallowed, leaving a trail of cum and saliva down my chin. She kissed me hungrily, biting my lips and sucking my tongue, sharing my taste. I melted into her then, unable to withstand as she devoured me. Her hands explored my body, finding their way to my breasts, tugging and pinching at my nipples, before she started playing with herself, moaning into our kiss. She gave me a taste off her fingers, and I cleaned them eagerly with my tongue, savoring my first taste of her slightly sweeter juice mixing with my own. She grabbed my hair in both hands as she mounted my face.

I only had a moment to take in the sight of her clean-shaven cunny before she was grinding it against my mouth. Our eyes locked as I started licking her clit; she was savoring every moment as she made sure I knew who was in charge. Her taste was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but begin touching myself as she ground her slit on me. She was soaking wet, and her juices spread all over my lips and cheeks, until the lower half of my face was smeared with her cum. The taste and smell of her sex flooded my senses. My lungs began to burn as she smothered me with her pussy, her hips bucking as she rode my face. I gasped for air when she sat up to finger herself where I could watch.

“You like being marked with my cum, don’t you,” she moaned, spreading her puffy lips for me to see the flushed pink inside. I nodded quickly, catching my breath between licking her juices off my lips. I could see her hole contract every time her finger brushed the head of her clit. 

“I bet you do,” she said, wiping her fingers off on my face. “And you’re going to keep my cum smeared all over your slutty face until tomorrow night.” It wasn’t a request, and she pressed herself back over me.

I grabbed her hips and started licking, drinking her in, and my tongue found its way inside her. I greedily swallowed her juices as they filled my mouth. I’d never felt like this before, the thrill of being used was exhilarating. I felt her spasm and tighten against my tongue, and a fresh surge of her faintly sweet cum entered my mouth as she arched forward.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” she groaned, her body shuddering as the orgasm coursed through her. I felt my own juices beginning to leak down the inside of my thighs now, and as she caught her breath, my mind drifted back to the strap-on on the table and my heartbeat quickened. Any moment now, she was gonna put it on, and then… I squirmed, my thighs clenching together reflexively to protect my delicate flower. The idea of her slowly forcing the strap into me one inch at a time made my knees weak, and I felt something like fear as I thought if I’d be able to walk tomorrow.

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If you enjoyed this, please let me know. If you made it to here and didn’t enjoy this… well thanks for giving it the good old school try. I haven’t written much in the way of smut and the urge struck me, so I figured I’d put this out into the world. I guess I’m open to requests? THIS IS ALL NEW TO ME.

Pt 2 on its way when I get another spare hour or two to write it in.

NSFW: yes

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