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Morgan’s Poker

By Sascha Illyvich

“Are you chicken shit?” Morgan glared at Sascha as he removed the last article of clothing. “I mean, you’re the least clothed of us here.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me,” Sascha sat, erection bobbing between his legs. He kept his gaze focused on her breasts, nipples peaked from the cold air blowing from the vent behind him. Morgan’s fiery red hair had been pulled free of it’s ponytail so that her hair flowed around her round face, accenting luscious ruby red lips and green eyes.

“We’re both looking yummy,” she reminded him and settled a hand on a very naked hip that begged for Sascha’s tongue. “Those were your words.”

“I am fully aware of that, Morgan.” Glaring at her, Sascha looked at his cards again. Ace high. He didn’t have a fucking thing. He suspected Henry had been playing dirty all night with Morgan’s help though he couldn’t figure out how. Though, Henry had lost enough hands to show off broad shoulders, a flat stomach and olive skin so smooth it looked edible.

To Sascha and Morgan, it was. He’d picked up on her physical body cues such as reaching across to touch his bare thigh or move strands of hair out of his eyes.

Apparently tonight, hiding Henry’s eyes bothered Morgan. Sascha made an unrecognizable sound at the thought.

Sitting in just her black g-string, Morgan narrowed her eyes. “Then what are you waiting for? Up the bet to two minutes of sucking his cock.”

Sascha huffed. “Fine. Two minutes added if I lose.”

“Great.” Henry laughed. “I could use a good blowjob from either one of you right about now.”

“Don’t forget you have to suck his cock too. Last I recall, both of you had a debt to each other.” Morgan chuckled, a wicked grin plastered over her face.

Sascha swallowed hard. Sucking Henry’s cock would be a first for Sascha, but Morgan suggested he get his curiosities out of his system before they had their hand fasting ceremony. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t have a minute of blowing them each anyway. A lot could happen in a minute with three people’s mouths locked to each other’s genitals.

Of course it didn’t help that Morgan knew just how eager Sascha was to suck dick, either. The fantasies he’d told her while they fucked made her wetter. When she repeated what he’d told her earlier, his tongue moved over her clit even faster, swirling amongst her folds as if he were starved and his only salvation lie in her pussy.

Which it did.

“So, you lose this hand and we determine that you suck Harry off for five minutes?”

Sascha sighed. He looked at Morgan, glaring. “Are you trying to set me up?”

“Yes,” she grinned sheepishly.

Sascha groaned. Looking at his cards again, he took a deep breath. “Show’em if you got’em.” He splayed his pitiful Ace high hand across the table.

Henry laughed. “Ace high? This is what you are betting against me?”

Sascha nodded. Looking at Morgan, he waited for her snickers to become full blown laughter.

“Well?” Sascha’s impatience grew.

Henry laid down his cards, one at a time.

Ten.

Jack.

Queen.

King.

Two of hearts.

“Two of hearts?” Sascha blinked a few times. Leaning forward, he picked up the card and laughed, throwing his head back.

Morgan stood and hooked her thumbs around the tiny strip of cloth and slid her panties down luscious legs. “He beat me. I had nothing.”

Sascha licked his lips at the sight of Morgan’s bared, shaved pussy.

Henry stood and stretched, exposing a rock hard erection that bobbed freely. His balls dangled between his legs, boy was he hung! “I’m ready to call it quits,” he laughed.

Irritated that he’d be forced into a position of compromise, then left hanging, so to speak, Sascha reached for Henry’s thick tool. “Now wait a minute,” Gripping the thick tool in hand, he tugged the other man closer. “We had a bet. My Mistress commands that I honor my word.”

Frozen in his tracks, Henry moaned. Looking down at Sascha’s hand on his cock, he smiled.

Morgan licked her plump lips. “I told you both I’d suck your cocks, but Sascha owes Henry and Henry owes Sascha. What are we going to do, boys?” Her gaze focused on Sascha.

Beads of sweat broke out on Sascha’s forehead. His stomach tightened. He moved strands of blonde hair behind his ears and looked at Morgan.

Fingers spread her pussy lips open and slid between them. Her lips glistened with juice. His eyes traveled up the line of her body, past hardened nipples and an oh so kissable mouth to eyes that seemed to say “on your knees, boy!”

Sascha knelt before Henry and pulled the other man closer. His cock felt thick in Sascha’s hands, like steel velvet.

Sascha’s own cock stirred, jutted upwards proudly.

Sascha’s stomach tightened more, but he swallowed and looked Henry in the eyes. “We’re only doing this for like what, two minutes or so?”

“I’ve got the timer ready,” Morgan spoke a little too eagerly.

You know you want to taste him, the voice inside Sascha’s mind said.

Slowly, Sascha brought the cock to his lips. Darting his tongue out, he flicked it across the thick, bulbous head. Henry’s cock jumped.

“Go on, put your mouth around it!” Henry’s hands settled on his hips.

Opening his mouth, Sascha leaned forward. Inserting the head past his lips, he locked his mouth around the shaft. It didn’t taste bad at all.

Sascha opened his mouth wider, feeling Henry’s cock slide down until it hit the back of his throat. Gagging, Sascha pulled back just a little.

“Come on, take it all you whore!” Morgan laughed.

Sascha slid Henry’s cock out of his mouth and glared at Morgan over his shoulder. “Woman…”

Morgan’s eyes narrowed. “Suck.”

Sascha swallowed hard. His own cock was throbbing, precum oozing out of his head. Closing his eyes, he pulled Henry’s cock into his mouth.

Henry moaned.

A hand settled around the back of Sascha’s head, guiding him up and down around the shaft of his cock. Slowly, in and out the cock moved. Sascha clamped his mouth around the foreskin, sucking up and down. Reaching up with a hand, he gripped Henry’s balls and tugged on them, feeling how smooth they were, like his own.

Groaning, Henry continued stroking Sascha’s hair. Fingers nestled in loose strands of blonde, massaging and relaxing Sascha.

Slowly, sucking the entire length of his shaft in his mouth, Sascha popped the head of Henry’s cock out of his mouth and held it against Henry’s tight stomach. Licking up the length of his shaft, from the tip to his balls, Sascha grabbed his own cock and started playing with himself.

A nail raked down his back, jolting him from the pleasure he’d begun to give himself.

“Let Henry,” Morgan commanded. “He still has to suck your cock too. In fact, both of you get on the couch. I wanna see a 69!”

Shivering from the cold air, Sascha stood. Walking with Henry’s cock brushing his hip, Sascha sat on the leather couch behind them, shivering even more from the cold leather against his skin. Moving his hair out of his face and behind his ears, he watched Henry sit down and spread his legs, stretching muscled thighs along the back of the couch.

“Come here,” Henry crooked a finger.

Sascha’s stomach tightened, but he slid off the couch and stepped towards Henry.

“Put your cock in my mouth.” Henry’s voice dropped a note to a deeper tone.

Taking his cock in hand, Sascha stroked himself once, twice and stopped when he heard Morgan’s disapproving noise.

“Let him suck it!” She tapped her foot against the cold floor. Her breasts bobbed, nipples had tightened well beyond little peaks.

Sascha’s mouth watered at the sight of Morgan’s nipples. A hand cupped a breast, long red fingernails pulling and pinching the nipple while Morgan’s mouth opened, her eyes closed halfway. “Be a good boy and let’s get to the sucking,” her words were stuttered.

Sascha looked down and watched Henry take his cock in his large hands, wrapping coarse fingers around Sascha’s tool. Pumping him a few times, he jerked Sascha’s hips forward until Sascha was turned towards Henry’s face.

“Straddle my face and lean forward.” Henry tugged Sascha’s cock closer.

Intense heat surrounded Sascha’s cock, along with rough, masculine lips and stubble against his pubis. Sucking in and out, up and down, Henry’s tongue flicked around the head of Sascha’s cock, making his knees weak.

Sascha lifted a leg and straddled Henry’s face as suggested, kneeling forward to take the other man’s cock in his mouth.

“That’s a good pet,” Morgan cried.

Sascha didn’t look back. He knew the expression on his mistress’s face was one of pleasure. Full, pouting lips forming a perfect O around his cock in the past, a motion Morgan had often mimicked with his tongue and mouth.

Sascha brushed his hair aside, felt teeth graze the tip of his cock. Jerking his hips forward, he shoved his cock down Henry’s throat. A pair of lips nibbled his hip, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Sascha’s body so that his cock throbbed against the other man’s throat.

Working up and down on Henry’s cock, Sascha felt his stomach tighten, felt a pair of lips and hands on his own belly. Nails stroked his flesh while a tongue swirled around his own cock. The cock in his mouth throbbed. Pulling back, Sascha looked down at Henry’s hips and began slowly kissing the area around his cock.

Henry’s body responded, goose bumps appearing on his flesh. He groaned eagerly, sucking faster and faster.

Tension built within Sascha’s body, starting low in his belly and spreading slowly throughout. Pausing to take a breath, Sascha relaxed his stomach against Henry’s broad chest.

“That’s it,” Morgan’s voice was now throaty, lust filled. “Relax, my pet. Let him eat your ass and suck your beautiful cock.”

Sascha began slurping and sucking just the tip of Henry’s cock.

Henry arched his hips upwards, shoving his cock deeper into Sascha’s mouth, making Sascha nearly gag on the large erection.

Taking Henry’s cock in hand, Sascha jerked him off, mimicking his hands with his mouth. It became difficult to concentrate as Henry’s mouth worked over Sascha’s cock, and he felt a pair of soft, feminine hands grip his hips.

“Mine,” Morgan’s breasts pressed against Sascha’s back, lips against his heated skin. Her juicy mouth gripped flesh, suckled skin. Teeth bit into Sascha’s hip.

Arching upward, he pulled his cock from Henry’s mouth, but Henry moved his head and captured Sascha’s wet member tightly in his mouth.

A tongue traced a line up the crack of Sascha’s ass while fingers spread his cheeks apart.

“Oh Henry,” Morgan giggled, “didn’t know you did that.”

“Me either. But,” he delve in, swirling his tongue around in a circular motion inside Sascha’s puckered ass, “the desire came over me.”

Squirming, Sascha bobbed up and down on Henry’s cock, twisting his hands gently around the shaft while tugging on his hairless scrotum.

Fingers probed Sascha’s belly.

His muscles tightened and his body went rigid. A hot mouth replaced the feeling of cold air against his cock while a lush tongue swirled around his shaft.

“Mistress,” Sascha grunted, reaching back with a hand to find a wet mouth taking his fingers inside. Jerking his fingers away from a hungry mouth that bit into one digit, Sascha chided himself mentally.

“Let me suck something, geez,” Morgan laughed, a sound that was more strangled than laugh. “And you’ll pay for that, later.”

Sascha groaned louder, the feeling of two tongues working his cock and asshole made pleasure spiral tighter and tighter inside until it had no place else to go but out through his cock.

Henry’s cock throbbed, soaking Sascha’s tongue with salty precum.

Sascha bobbed up and down, faster and faster he pumped Henry’s cock until Henry’s groans became muffled grunts.

Shoving his mouth further into Sascha’s asshole, Henry grunted loud, the vibrations from his mouth making waves of pleasure echo throughout Sascha’s body.

Morgan’s mouth worked Sascha good, hard and fast.

Sascha strained and felt his body tighten.

“Don’t you cum,” Morgan stopped sucking and bit into his thigh, “until Henry’s shot his load deep into your mouth and you’ve swallowed every last drop!”

The command along with the pain in his thigh resonated within him. Sascha wanted to please Morgan, so he kept sucking, his mind diverted from his own pleasure long enough to stave off his impending orgasm.

Henry’s hands gripped Sascha’s ass harder, fingers digging in while he licked and bit Sascha’s taut flesh. His cock quivered, shooting in spurts large loads of cum.

Sascha slurped eagerly, sucking hard as Morgan often did when she sucked him off.

“Oh goddamn—IT!” Henry’s last load shot down Sascha’s throat, a warm salty mess that Sascha swallowed.

Panting, Henry rested his head against the arm of the couch. “Your turn.”

Sascha stopped, popping Henry’s cock out of his mouth. Looking back at Morgan, he waited.

“Good boys get rewarded with cumming.” Morgan’s lips engulfed Sascha’s cock.

Burning heat surrounded him, her molten mouth a mixture of pleasure and desire while she sucked and slurped his cock.

Throwing his head back, Sascha arched his back, driving his cock into her mouth as though it were her sopping pussy. His body tensed, shook and he shot his load down her throat with one loud grunt, crying out her name.

Still, she kept sucking after he’d finished, orgasm wracking his body a second time before she stopped and he fell forward, his head between Henry’s legs.

Panting, he’d looked over Henry’s hairy knee at Morgan, her mouth curved upwards in a little bow.

“So much for two minutes,” Henry chuckled.

Sascha slid off the other man’s body and sat onto the floor beside Morgan, watching her slowly push her fingers inside. “Does my mistress want help?”

“Later,” she sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.