Nothing Left To Wager

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2

Chapter One

She stood there, flushed, obviously agitated, staring at me in disbelief.

"You're not going to actually do this!" she said, somewhat breathlessly.

"I'm not?"  I grinned.  "I won, fair and square."

"But ..."  She was speechless.  I loved it.  "This is crazy!" she moaned.

"A bet is a bet," I said sternly.

It was just a routine poker night, and she came with her boyfriend.  Ellen doesn't play poker.  I assumed she was placating him.  He was a bit of an asshole and I didn't like him or the way he treated her, but I had no say in it, of course.   Neither did any of the regulars.  That's probably why we took such joy in taking everything he put on the table.

The other three guys there that night were some of about six or seven regulars.  They knew the deal.  It was all supposed to be in fun.  Everybody won some times and lost others.  It all evened out in the end.

But it was Jeff's first time and he took it way too seriously from the very beginning.

There are a couple types of poker players.  The kind I preferred to play with were like Tom, Clint, and Doug, who were the regulars there that night.  Most of us had known each other since we were in grade school and we'd all stayed in touch after high school. We all knew each other's parents and, for the most part, all those parents treated us like our own.  What I mean is that it wasn't odd at all for someone else's parents to enforce rules on all of us.  And that included Ellen, who was sort of a regular herself at the games, even though she didn't play poker.  Call her a mascot, maybe.  If she was between boyfriends, or didn't have other plans, she showed up on poker night and either watched a movie or us play poker; whichever was more interesting at a given moment.

Then you have the players who are hungry, like winning means something special to them.  Sometimes that's because they want to dominate the others ... to show their superiority.  Sometimes it's because they need a score, ‘cause they're broke, or owe somebody a lot of money or something.  They NEED to win.  It's not fun for those types, which means it's usually not fun for the rest of us either.

Anyway, it looked like Jeff was showing off for Ellen, maybe.  She’d told him about our game when he said he liked to play poker. Maybe he told her he was really good, and was trying to prove it to her.  For whatever reason, it became obvious that he needed to win.  

And, when things turned out like they did, I sort of figured it was mostly her fault, for inviting him without talking to the rest of us first.

Ellen still stared at me.  

"You can't be serious," she moaned.

"Why not?" I asked.  "You brought him here.”

"He said he liked poker!" she whined.  "I didn't think THIS would happen!"

"Well it did," I said.

"I've never seen you guys bet anything like THIS!"

"You let him make the bet," I reminded her.  "You said he could."

"He had three fucking KINGS!" she almost shouted.

"And I had a full house," I said, reasonably.

Jeff had started off bragging about how he was going to take everything we had.  Some of the tense types are like that.  They think it's tactics or something.  They think they're psyching out the other players.

We love to see those types show up for a game.  They never have a poker face worth a damn.

He met our expectations.  He might as well have been wearing glasses that showed us his cards in their reflection.  There were some looks between us regulars that spoke volumes as we started to play the game.  What the regulars played wasn't poker, though.  Not really.  Not that night.  I don't think any of the others liked him either.  Like I said, we'd all been best friends all our lives.  They all knew Ellen and they liked her.  And they didn't like the way he treated her.

I think what sealed his fate was when he said, "Make yourself useful and get me a beer."  He wasn't looking at her, but we knew he wasn't talking to any of us.  That she got him the beer made my own poker face a little strained.

We let him win a few rounds ... got him pumped up ... and then commenced to make him a pauper.  We took our time ... didn't make it obvious.  It took two hours before he was down to his last chip.

"You guys take credit?" he asked, licking his lips.  He was staring at those three Kings, though we didn't know what they were just then.

"Don't joke around," I said.  "This is serious business."

Doug gave a honking bark and I glanced at him.  He pretended to be choking on the swig of water he'd taken like thirty seconds ago—his hand was covering his smile.  We had never had a game that anybody would have characterized as "serious business." Well, maybe except this one, the business of which was to separate Jeff from both his money and all that macho he'd been piling on us.

Jeff didn't notice.  He was sweating and his eyes were still glued to his cards.

"I need some credit," he said.  "I've had a run of bad luck.  You can't shut me out now."

What he'd had was a run of bad skill, but I didn't say anything.

Clint spoke, sounding like he was bored.

"You're only down a couple hundred.  What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is I can get that back with this hand!" he growled.

"Yeah ... right," said Clint.  "But you got nothing left to wager.  It's the breaks of the game."

"Come ON, man!" moaned Jeff.   He looked at the garish gold watch on his wrist.  "How 'bout my Rolex?" he asked, looking around.  "It's worth at least fifteen hundred."

We all knew it was a knockoff and that he'd probably paid fifty bucks for it in some back alley somewhere.

"I already have a watch," I said.  "Bet or fold."

I don't think anybody expected what came next.   If he'd tried to bet his car or something like that, we might not have been so surprised.  But he bet something worth a whole lot more.

"I'll bet a night with Ellen," he said.

It wasn't too surprising that the first person to speak was the intended bet.

"WHAT?!"  It was easy to understand why she was upset.

"Take it easy," he said smoothly, turning around to look at her.  "Look at my cards."

"You can't do that!" she yelped.  "You can't just bet ME!"

"LOOK AT MY CARDS!" he yelled.  

The rest of us all lost our poker faces for a minute or two.  I felt like giggling, but choked it back.  Nothing like this had ever happened.  Not in one of our games.

By the time we got ourselves under control the argument was already mostly over. Why she liked this guy so much was impossible to figure out, but she must have. Ellen looked around at all of the regulars.  Then she looked at the pile of chips in the middle of the table.

"How much is there?" she asked.

Tom reached out and flicked chips this way and that.  "About a grand," he pronounced.

I think that surprised all of us.  The pots at our game never got that high.  If we had a fifty dollar pot, it was big doings.

She walked around the table, acting like she was just thinking about things.  The rest of us pressed our cards to our chests.  We knew what she was trying to do.  She looked miffed when she got back behind Jeff.

She looked at his cards again, over his shoulder.

"If you win you're taking me to the Alan Jackson concert, and I mean VIP all the way.

"Right," he said, relaxing a little.

"Back stage passes and everything!" she insisted.

"All right!" he yelled. "Whatever you want."

"OK," she said.

"I can't believe you took the bet!" she moaned.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.

"I mean all of you!" she snapped.  "I thought you guys liked me!"

"Hence our willingness to take the bet," I said reasonably.

"But you guys don't think about me like that!" she moaned.

"We don't?"  I grinned.  "What planet do you come from?"

"But Tom ... and Doug.  I've known them forever.  They never made a move on me," she complained.

"You always had a boyfriend," I said.  "Usually a much better one than Jeffy boy," I added.

"Why couldn't Doug have won?" she whined.

"You got a thing for Doug?"  I grinned and she slapped at me.  She missed.

"At least he's cute!" she snarled.  "At least Doug treats me like a lady."   

"Are you saying I don't?"  I tried to pout.  "I'm injured."

"You're an asshole!" she said.  "I can't believe you'd even THINK about doing this!"

"It wasn't my idea," I said.  "Your boyfriend is the one who made the bet."

"My EX boyfriend!"  Her voice sounded ugly.

"I approve," I said.  "I heartily approve."

She stared at me, a calculating look on her face.  "So ... you're going to let me out of this ... right?"

"Not a chance," I said firmly.  "I won.  I get you for the night."

"You are SUCH an asshole!" she yelled.  "Why can't I have Doug?"

"Because Doug didn't win," I said calmly.

I saw why Clint had stayed in when he laid down two pair; Fives and Jacks.  Doug and Tom folded.   I never got to see their hands, but I mean to ask about them.  I suspect they folded just because they DO like Ellen, and didn't want to chance ending up where I currently was ... in a bedroom with a thoroughly unhappy woman.

Jeff slammed down his three Kings.  He was very tense.

I let out with a fairly theatrical: "Shit."  I saw Ellen relax.

I laid the three Tens down, one at a time, and there came on Jeff's face a look of exultation.  He reached for the pot with both arms.  I could almost hear him saying, "Come to papa," to all those chips.

"Don't you want to see what I have?" I asked.

"I see three fucking Tens!" crowed Jeff.

I laid down the two Sevens together and Jeff froze.  I'll never forget how that look of exultation drained away and his face got pale, only to turn so red I thought he'd have a stroke or something.

"FUCK!" he screamed.

"Yeah," I said softly.  "That's what you bet ... now wasn't it."

"You can't fuck me," she said firmly.

"I won you for the night," I replied.

"OK, so you won me for the night," she said, not missing a beat.  "That doesn't mean you can fuck me."

"That was the bet," I said.  "Everybody knew what he meant, including you."

"Bobbeeeeeee," she wailed.  "You can't be serious about thinking I'd actually DO this!"

"I always thought you were a woman of your word," I said sadly.

"I AM!" she shouted.  "But you can't ask me to keep my word about THIS!"

"Yes I can," I said.

She stared at me.  She was panting and it made her breasts rise and fall in a most delightful way.  I envisioned them naked, underneath me, rising and falling like that ... except with passion, instead of panic and anger.  I wanted to ring her bell.  I wanted her to want to stay in that bed with me when the morning came.

She looked shocked.  Then a look of both surprise and understanding came over her face.

"You've thought about this before!" she accused.

I didn't bat an eye.  "I have," I admitted.

"You motherfucker!" she moaned.

"You're not a mother yet, Ellen," I said softly.

She blinked about four or five times and her breathing slowed.

"I'm not on anything," she said.  "You can't fuck me.  I'm fertile."

"What about Jeffy?" I asked, almost maliciously.

"I make him wear a condom," she said.  "Not that it's any of your business."

"You're right," I said cheerfully.  "It's none of my business.  I don't have a condom, though."

"Then you can't fuck me," she said firmly.

"Yes I can," I said.  "I won the bet ... the bet YOU approved."

"But I could get pregnant!" she yelped.

I gave her a few seconds of silence.   

"Tell you what," I said.  "Seeing as how I'm a good guy, I'll pull out when I cum.  You can take it in your mouth.  How's that?"

I thought she might come unglued.

"That's DISGUSTING!" she shouted.  "I can't believe you even SAID that!"

I was tired of playing around.  I stood up from where I'd been sitting on the edge of my bed.  

"Up to you," I said, unbuttoning my shirt.  "That's my final offer.  I won.  Pay up."

Jeff had blustered, and tried to renege on the bet.  At least he was that much of a man.  I probably should have taken his stupid knock off watch, and maybe his car too, to teach him a lesson.

But the fact was that Ellen was standing there and she looked delicious.  She always looked delicious with that short blond hair that fell just past the bottom of her ears.  She had high cheekbones and naturally arching eyebrows.  She didn't use much makeup, because she didn't need it.  I always thought of the term "pixie-ish" when I looked at her.

I'd looked at her breasts lots of times and those firm, full swells had tantalized me for a long time.  She had a beautiful ass too, which she routinely packed into tight jeans, like she was wearing that night.  She just looked ... healthy.  She was bright, and cheerful, and happy, and she made a man think about a woman's natural role in the circle of life.  I'd been stiff more than a few times after watching her.

Of course she didn't know that.  I'd never told her that.  The relationship she had with the rest of us regulars was that of a buddy, and always had been for whatever reason.  I thought it was probably because she always had a boyfriend.  That and the fact that the regulars were all gentlemen at heart.  And three of them were married and didn't stray.  That didn't mean you couldn't appreciate the qualities of your "buddy" though, and I knew they all did.

Anyway, when Jeff found out we were going to hold him to the bet, he stormed out.  Just like that.  He left her there.  He didn't even threaten to fight.  I hadn't actually intended on claiming the spoils ... until then.  I knew she deserved better and I thought I was the one to show her how good it could be.

Yeah, I know.  I was probably being macho and stupid, but I'm a man, after all, and she was a woman I'd lusted after for a long time.

She was standing there, looking kind of bewildered.  Doug laughed and Tom joined him.  Clint said "You're a lucky man, Bob," and then almost fell on the floor laughing.  They all stumbled toward the front door, still guffawing.

"Hey!" said Ellen.  "Where are YOU guys going?!"

"Bobby won the bet," called Tom, still laughing.  "We don't EVEN want to be here when he tries to collect."  The other two almost couldn't get out the door, falling against the walls and each other, they were laughing so hard.  They knew about how mad she could get sometimes.  It really didn't happen all that often, but they all had experience with what she was like when she got ticked off.

I think the fact she was so weirded out by the situation was why I got her to my bedroom before she started coming unglued.

"I'm not going to do it," she said, her voice calm.

"Like I said, suit yourself," I drawled.  "But people will know you reneged on a bet.  They'll know you don't keep your word."

"You wouldn't DARE tell anybody!" she yipped.

"Why not?" I asked.  "You could have told that bastard to get out when he came up with the whole idea."  I stared at her.  "Somebody would have taken you home."  I let that sink in.  "But you didn't.  You said OK."

"HE HAD THREE KINGS!" she squealed.

"And I had a full house," I said again.

I dropped my shirt on the floor.  I undid my pants and pushed them down.  My jockeys were full of something that was paying homage to her.  When I stood back up, it was obvious.  I was almost proud of the bulge there.

She stared.

"You're hard."  Her voice sounded funny ... kind of weak.

"I told you I've thought about this before," I said.

"You ... want me," she said weakly.

"Ohhhh yeah," I sighed.

All she had to do was walk out.  I couldn't have stopped her.  Well, I wouldn't have stopped her.  I mean I'm not a rapist.  The thought of taking a woman by force doesn't do anything for me at all.  But I wasn't going to invite her to leave.

I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them.  When I stood up, her eyes went right to my prick.

"See what you do to me?" I asked softly.

"Wow," she whispered.  "You're big."

"Not so much," I said modestly.  "I'm pretty normal."

"You LOOK big," she said, licking her lips.

"That's just because you never saw it before," I suggested.

"Of course I never saw it before," she said weakly.

"It was always there and it's been this way because of you lots of times."

"It has?"  She sounded faint.

"Lots of times," I said again.

"That's just weird, Bobby," she sighed.  Her face was pinker than normal.

She tore her eyes away from my prod, and jammed her hands in her jeans pockets.   She turned and I thought she was going for the door.  I felt a little sad, but she only walked a couple of steps and then turned and came back.  I realized she was pacing ... thinking.  She stopped and her face turned toward me.

"You really shouldn't fuck me," she said.  "It could mess up everything between us."

"I know," I said.  "But I can't  help how I feel."

She paced some more.  I heard her mumble something about not believing she got herself into this situation.  I almost grinned, but managed not to.  I didn't want her to see anything like a grin on my face just then.

She stopped again.

"How about if I just got naked and jerked you off?"

She was negotiating!  I felt a surge of elation.  At least she wasn't just going to leave.

"I get to touch you," I said.

"Where?" she asked, looking worried.

"Anywhere I want to," I said.  I had the high ground here.  I had won the bet.

"But you won't fuck me?"  She didn't sound sure of that.

"Are you staying all night?" I asked.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked.

"If you agree to stay all night, I'll let you decide if I fuck you or not," I said.

She bit her lower lip between pearly white teeth.

"OK," she said.

I’d expected her to sound more relieved than she did.  But, then again, she'd said "OK" once before that night, and it hadn't turned out all that well.  At least in her opinion.

I did some staring of my own as she took her clothes off.  She was gorgeous and I now knew that Jeff was a complete idiot for even thinking about letting some other man have her, three Kings or not.  I couldn't think of anything that was worth betting her on.

Her nipples surprised me.  They were blood red.  I had expected pink, or maybe tan, but not something that looked like they had lipstick on them.  Her breasts were bigger than I expected too, and heavier.  She was only twenty-one, but her breasts were already sagging enough that she'd fail the pencil test.  The areolas were red too, and the way her breasts spread made them look like two eyes, looking off in slightly different directions.

Another thing I wasn't prepared for was that she was shaved down there.  I hadn't known that.  Of course ... why would I?  She'd never been naked with me before.  Her pussy lips were fat and dark too.

Of course her whole upper chest was bright red when she finally dropped her last piece of clothing on the floor.  She was blushing from her chest all the way up, so maybe that had something to do with the coloring on the tips of her breasts.

"Wow," I said.

"I can't believe I'm standing here in front of you like this," she said, her voice shaky.

"I can," I sighed.  "Wow.  You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this."

"I thought I was supposed to do that," she said.

I didn't understand at first, and then realized my hand had gone to my cock and I was slowly uncovering my knob, then letting the foreskin slide back forward to hide it again.

Only the fact that she'd promised to stay all night made it possible for me to enjoy what happened, because it happened way too fast.  I got on the bed and lay on my back.  She stood there for maybe fifteen seconds, staring at my prick, and then, almost gingerly, climbed on the bed with me.  She sat next to me, about hip level, and folded her lower legs back under her, kind of leaning sideways, with one hand between my legs supporting her on the bed.

Her other hand came tentatively to my prick.  At first her grip was tenuous.  The skin of her fingers was touching it, but there was no pressure.  

Then there was just enough pressure to slide my foreskin back.

Suddenly ... and I mean suddenly, she was jacking me off like crazy.  It was like somebody had dropped a coin in a slot and the machinery inside her had suddenly jumped to life.  I didn't know where to look.  The tip of her tongue was clamped between her lips and she looked ... interested ... in what she was doing.   But those breasts shimmied and shook while her arm pumped, and I wanted to look at them too.  And, of course, I wanted to see her hand on my penis, because it was hard to believe it was actually happening.

I didn't count, but I imagine it was no more than fifteen strokes before a long rope of white spunk shot up into the air, to splat on my abdomen.  It was followed by three more as she kept jacking my cock.

I'd been naked with her for maybe two whole minutes when I came.  It was embarrassing.

In fact, it was SO embarrassing that I sat up and rolled to my knees to distract her.  She had to move the hand supporting her and she kind of fell onto her elbow, with her head at the foot of the bed.  I grabbed her knee closest to me and pulled on it.

"What?" she yelped, at my sudden flurry of activity.  That was followed by an "Ow!" as my hand squeezed hard above her knee and I pulled until her legs spread and she flopped onto her back.

"Bobby!" she complained, as I got between her legs and lifted her butt to move it away from the edge of the bed.  "What are you ...."

Her question morphed into a kind of moaning whine as I buried my face in her bald pussy.

The first thing I noticed was her taste.

No, the first thing I noticed was that she was already slippery.

Maybe the first thing I noticed was that she must have just shaved that pussy recently, because there was no hint of stubble anywhere.  She was smooth as a baby's butt.

Um ... wait.  The first thing I noticed was that her heels dragged up and pressed into the bed as her pussy lurched up at my face.

OK, I don't remember the first thing I noticed.  It all came at me kind of quick.  

I DO remember lifting my face from her sopping, slippery pussy, a little later though, and looking at those fat, engorged pussy lips.  It almost looked like she'd been fucked and somebody had cum in her.  There was a sticky white strand of something that bridged her open pussy mouth and her clit was exposed, standing tall.  I'd been sucking on that clit and her hips kept making little fuck motions, even though I'd stopped to breathe.  I saw the covers gripped in her white-knuckled fists, on each side of her hips.

"Don't stop," she complained.  She'd already had two orgasms.  Either that or she had a seizure disorder that I didn't know anything about.  She was being greedy now.

But I was feeling pretty good by then too, other than being out of breath from having those strong legs wrapped around my head, crushing my face to her pussy.

So I sucked her through another one, and this time, when she was right there, I bit her clit.

"OWWWWW," she whined, as her hips went rigid in the pushed up position.  I managed to slip my hands under her butt.  "Don't ..."  I expected her to tell me to stop biting her as she strained.  Then she let out this ragged scream that sounded like someone was beating her half to death.  Somewhere in there was a sound vaguely like, "Staaahhhhhhhp," and her hips lurched back down.  I lost my grip on her clit with my teeth, which was good, because she would have ripped it off if I hadn't and that WOULDN’T have been good.

She squirted my face again and I mushed my lips back and forth all over her pussy lips as I sucked it up.  It must have been a good one, because she finally went limp.

I kissed ... OK I slid ... my way up over her mons and belly, to find two heaving breasts, with spiked red nipples, so I stopped at them for a while.  I had to push hard to keep a nipple in my mouth, but the sounds she made were of approval and I sucked for what seemed like ten minutes, changing nipples every so often.

I was getting tired of holding myself up, so I kissed up to her neck.  A hand kept me from moving upwards and suddenly a wad of cloth was shoved in my face.  It turned out to be one of the pillows.

"You can't kiss me with my stuff on your face," she panted.  "That's nasty!"

I let her try to smother me for a few seconds and then batted the pillow away.  She tried to turn her head, and in the process of grasping her face with both hands I kind of fell on her.  There was this whoosh of expelled air as she grunted and I glued my lips to hers.  By the time I got my hands back on the bed to take my weight off of her, my tongue was in her mouth and she was kissing me back.

That lasted for what seemed like another ten minutes, and by then I was so out of breath that I had to stop.  I hated flopping down beside her, because that meant it was over, or at least that she could get up and leave, if she wanted to, because I wasn't holding her down anymore.

She didn't move though.  She just lay there gasping.  I felt unaccountably glad, or proud, or something.  Once again, she wasn't leaving.  I know she'd promised to stay, but I would have understood completely if she'd fled.  It had been intense.

Her hand fumbled for mine.  I cannot describe how elated I felt as her fingers intertwined with mine and squeezed.

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