My first time meeting Stacy: A poker game - MF | 2016

I was home from college for the summer and looking to score. I didn't know it then, but I would meet one of the kinkiest women I have ever known.

I already had a FWB but was looking for more. An opportunity to score, or at least so I had thought, came about one night when I was invited to a party. I believed the invite to the party was my chance to get into the hosts pants. She and I had dated a few times in high school and we had gotten into some heavy petting. Here was my opportunity, I wrongly thought, to get all the way into them.

I don't remember her name and it doesn't matter. This isn't about her, this is a story about how I met Stacy.

I showed up to the party, maybe 20-30 people, and began to circulate. I knew almost everyone there at least in passing from High School. Except one. A cute muscularly curvy girl with freckles and a flirtatious look about her that made me want to speak with her. She was in a skirt and shirt that barely contained her breasts. Her name was Stacy. She was a college friend of one of the girls at the party and lived a few towns over.

I chatted and flirted with a number of girls at the party, including Stacy. I can't say that I paid particular attention to Stacy as I had my sights set on the party host, but I was a shameless flirt and spend a good few minutes trading flirtatious jests with her.

As the night progressed I finally discovered that my plan was to fail. The host of the party had a boyfriend at college and, believe me I tried, she had no interest in cheating on him. The party had broken up a bit and I went back to circulate and flirt and see where things went.

It was looking like a bust and I was thinking of heading out to see if my FWB was free when Stacy called out to me.

“Hey RD,” she said, “A few of us are going to play poker, you in?”

I like games, but I like oral sex better and my FWB gave some amazing oral sex. I said no and Stacy responded without missing a beat.

“What are you,” she said, “a pussy? Afraid I'm going to take your money and dignity? You know I don't like guys that quit without even trying.” She said it with this look on her face. This look that said, “I'm asking a bunch of people to play, but I want you to play the most.”

I relented and joined. $10 buy in. The Texas hold'em craze hadn't hit the US yet and we played a mix of 5-card draw and 7-card stud. It was Stacy, myself and about 7 others, but over the next few hours people lost and left.

The party was dieing down. The host had passed out drunk and a few of us took her upstairs and put her into her bed. The people who weren't playing poker got bored and left when the booze ran out. The poker players mostly left after they lost their money.

The entire time Stacy and I (and the others) bantered with each other. Threats, jests, exclamations of our skills and so forth. Stacy had a filthy mouth and liked to say things like, “Well fuck me, I make most guys lube up before they fuck me in the ass” and “Dumbass, I bet if I offered you a lollipop you'd get into my van and after I finished raping you would still want to know where the lollipop was.”

She was feisty and flirty and I was really enjoying myself playing with her. I had forgotten about my interest in finding my FWB.

Eventually, the only people left were those passed out from booze, myself and Stacy. She and I weren't at a draw, she was clearly the better poker player, but I was holding out. She would win more than she lost and was slowly bleeding my chips from me. She was loving it too. Stacy was not a good winner and gloated every time she won. I would respond to the gloats with threats that quickly became highly sexual as I realized she was enjoying it. At one point I told her it would be hard to keep trash talking with my cock in her throat. At another point, when I had fallen for a bluff and she called me on it, I told her that most women that fucked me that hard were tied to the bed.

Eventually, she took the last of my chips. She gloated for a bit but handed over the second place portion of the pot. We flirted for a bit and, something I love about Stacy, she simply made her statement.

“I'm still in the mood for poker,” she said with an evil grin, “but I am tired of taking your money, how about we find an empty bedroom and raise the stakes a bit.”

I'm not dumb. I knew what she meant, I had played a fair amount of strip poker by that point. I also knew that I would lose, she did just cream me. BUT I also knew that a girl doesn't agree to play strip poker unless she is trying to tease you or use it as foreplay.

We picked our way through the passed out people and found a guess room that no one had passed out in. We sat on the bed, well I sat but she laid out across it. I didn't know yet, but Stacy tended to only wear panties when it was her time of the month and had she sat directly across from me, I'd have seen right up.

We stuck to five card draw and my luck changed slightly at first. I had her out of both shoes and out of her shirt without losing anything. She didn't hide or cover up as she pulled off her shirt, she let her bra show. We of course, trash talked and flirted the entire time.

The difference between how we played and real poker is that we just played for who won the round, who had the best hand. Their was little skill, all just luck and guesswork. Real poker, which Stacy was ALWAYS, better at than me, mixes strategy, people reading, poker face and luck. This was a game of pure luck and I have always been damn lucky, especially with sex on the line.

As her shirt came off I said, “Your not doing so hot now, I'm going to have you naked pretty soon and then you won't have anything to wear home. I'll make a deal with you, give up now and I'll trade you the shirt back for a hand job.”

She laughed. “The only reason I'd consider that is because a perv like you would just end up wearing my clothes and get them stretched out. I'll make you a deal, you quit right now and admit I'm the better poker player and I might consider giving you that hand job without humiliating you like I did earlier.”

“Maybe I let you win as a bluff for just this moment, to get you naked,” I responded trying to sound confident.

She just laughed at that and said, “You wish, plus if you did get me naked, are you really saying the best you could come up with would be to steal my clothing? There are many more fun things to do with a naked girl.”

Feeling confident that no matter what my night was going to end well, I said, “Who says seeing you have to walk out of here and drive home nude wouldn't be the highlight of my year.”

My boasting was my downfall as karma decided to fuck me.

My socks gone. My shirt and then my shorts. I was just in my briefs when I had a resurgence of luck and got her bra off. She undid it and those pretty large breasts came free. Her nipples were hard and again, she didn't try to hide them, she let me look, proud to be watched, turned on to be watched.

“Ok,” I said, “New offer, quit now and I will only demand some time to feel those and slide my dick between them.”

She rolled her eyes at me, “Why would I quit when I'm about to fuck you like a sorority girl who passed out at a frat house.” Funny side note, Stacy was in a sorority that she and Mel had rushed. Stacy had gotten in and Mel had quit as the hazing got to be too hard.

Another hand of cards, her in her skirt, me in my boxers, and I lost.

“Wait wait wait,” I said, “This isn't fair. You have more clothing than me. You had a bra on. I should get a free loss.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, sat up Indian style and lifted her skirt up showing me a shaved pussy that was swollen with arousal. Now keep in mind that either due to age or just the changing mindset, in these days most of the girls I met did not shave their pussies. Many trimmed, but few shaved. It was incredibly erotic and I could see how horny she was.

“See,” she said and put the skirt down to hide her pussy, “Totally fair, you don't have a bra and I never wear panties.”

All night, I thought, all night she hasn't had panties on.

So I manned up, slipped my boxers down letting my almost 7 inches spring free, hard of course at this point, and saw something that is so rare to see from women. Men love pussy and will stare at one, longingly, hungrily, women tend to look at a cock and move on. Stacy looked at my dick with sexual interest, with arousal. Seeing it clearly interested her.

“New offer,” she said, her eyes lifting from my cock to my face and then back down. “If you can get me nude and beat me again, I will give you the best blow job of your life and if you can get it up again, let you fuck me. And, she added, you don't even have to try and get me off. BUT if I win first, which I will, your going to show me what you know about eating pussy and then your going to fuck me and get me off. I want two orgasms before you can have one and if you start to have one I will kick you out of the room.”

I was a bit thrown off by this. I don't like being dominated, I had a bad experience with it, and this felt very submissive. BUT at the same time, either way I was going to get to fuck around with this sexual goddess.

“Geez,” I said teasing. “If I win that sounds great, but pretty awful if I lose.”

She punched me in the arm but smiled.

“Ok,” I said, “But I should warn you, when you go to suck my dick, when I win, I am very hard to get off and I may have to mount you and fuck your face.”

She looked curious, “First of all, no guy has ever withstood my skills, second of all, how do you do that, I haven't tried it before.”

I shrugged, “You'll see.”

The next hand I won. Her skirt came off leaving the pussy out for me to see. She didn't try to hide it, she actually leaned back a bit farther so I could see it better.

The final hand of a game based on luck. As I said, I am damn lucky when sex is on the line. I could tell you stories that even I don't believe. I won the next hand, not by a little, but by a lot. A full house to her pair.

“Holy fuck,” she said. “I can't believe I lost to you, it was all luck you know.”

I shrugged, “Losers always think they lose because of bad luck.” I stuck my tongue out at her and pointed to my dick. I didn't know about my crazy sex luck yet, but I had begun to suspect.

She frowned, but as I would learn in the next few years, nothing turned Stacy on like being honestly beaten. Despite her bitchy domineering attitude and her (at the time) dislike of being submissive, she got very turned on when a man rightfully had her. Either by strength or something like this.

Stacy shook her head but moved, pushing me so that I was laying on the bed with my head on a pillow and began to suck my dick.

Stacy's mouth slid up and down my cock. She could ALMOST deep throat me, but was unable to stay that far on my cock for very long. She would learn in later years. She was trying to only use her mouth. Sucking as she slid her mouth up and down, trying to move her mouth on my cock at a speed that would get me off. She began to masturbate soon after she began and I made a suggestion.

“I think you should move above me so I can watch,” I said.

She looked at me in a “make me” way and I said “I'm hard to get off, it might help speed things up.”

She thought about it and was soon straddling my face giving me an up close view of her masturbation.

I made sure to blow hot air unto her pussy and was surprised when, my dick still in her mouth, she began to orgasm. Stacy is one of the few women I have met that gets so turned on sucking cock that she barely needs to masturbate to have an orgasm during it.

After she finished, I think it had been 10 or 15 minutes, she realized that I wasn't bluffing about the trouble getting off from oral thing and switched to using her hand. She stayed above me but needed both hands to hold her balance while jacking me off. I took it as an opportunity to feel her pussy, touching it, sliding my fingers into it. I was aroused and getting closer to orgasm and she could tell. After a few minutes she said something that made me cum the moment I followed through with it.

She pulled her mouth away for a moment, still jacking me, and said “I like a finger in my ass.”

A lot of women accept anal stimulation. Some like it. Some love it. I slid my finger into her ass, all the way to the hilt, and her her moan in pleasure and lost control. I started to cum and she started to swallow. I finished and she kept me in her mouth for a bit, sucking occasionally, licking occasionally and finally let me plop out of her mouth.

She stretched her arms and legs and laid down beside me, I started rubbing her forearm and wrist, massaging it.

“I've been looking for someone to fuck this summer,” she said. “Do you want the job?”

I had had fun with her, but I had planned to not get tied down over the summer, to have as many conquests as possible and paused trying to think of what to say.

She laughed though. “No stupid,” she said, “a fuck buddy, no commitment, bang whoever else you want.”

“Oh that I can agree too,” I said.

We chit chatted a bit, I told her that I liked bdsm and she said that she didn't mind being held down but thought submission was a sign of weakness. She started to lazily rub my dick and after a few minutes my dick was half erect, she got on top of me. She put my penis between her labia (think hot dog in hot dog bun) and began to slide back and forth so that her cock was sliding up and down her very wet clit.

This got me hard pretty quick and she reached under, adjusted and slid down onto my cock. I was shocked. “WOH,” I said. “Condoms?”

She laughed, “I'm on the pill, don't worry.”

We were silly and young and didn't care about STDS.

We began to fuck slowly, we were both tired and it must have been nearly 3 am by this point. I was getting close and she was moaning. I didn't know her well enough to know how close she was and then she said, “did you forget about my ass.”

I had. I got my hand around her ass, slid my finger around my cock as it went into and out of her to wet it, and then slid it to the second knuckle easily. Again I marveled at how easy her ass was to penetrate, most women I had messed around with anally were tight and required work and a lot of lube to get past the first knuckle. I didn't know at the time but anal was a common part of masturbation for Stacy and she used dildos, plus and even a set of anal beads.

With my finger in her ass, she reached down to masturbate as we fucked and it wasn't long before she came, the pressure of her orgasm on my cock and finger set me off and I came inside her.