“Are you happy now? I hope so, because I’m just getting started.”
This time she made no attempt to hide her tits. We continued to play the hand. Joanne was out of chips on the last raise. She took a small piece of paper, scribbled something on it. She looked at me defiantly.
“This should be worth about ten I would think.”
Joanne threw it into the pot and took her change. Once again she lost. Brian, the winner, opened the folded paper and looked around for guidance. Joanne got out of her chair and went over to him putting an extra sway into her walk so her tits bounced back and forth. She took the paper from his fingers and read it aloud.
“It says ‘The winner is entitled to a five minute hand job… signed Joanne.’ Honey, would you keep time?”
Joanne pulled a very hard cock from his pants and wrapped her fingers around his swollen meat. She bent over and rubbed the head of his cock across her face and then over her hard nipples while stroking it firmly and swiftly. She squatted between his legs and continued to pump his swollen meat between her two tits. Joanne looked up at him with those ‘fuck me’ eyes.
“I just love your hard cock, Brian. It makes my pussy so wet. But what I really want is to feel your hot cum… I want to feel it shooting all over my tits. Would you do that for me Brian? Would you cum all over my tits?”
She continued to pump him hard and fast with her tits bouncing against his cock. She looked up at him licking her lips and breathing hard like she was about to cum just from the feel of his cock which, knowing Joanne was probably not far from the truth. Almost three minutes had passed since the clock started.
“Cum on my tits, baby… please. I want to feel your cum dripping from my nipples and running down my stomach and over my pussy. I am so fucking hot just thinking about it… oh god… hurry.”
Brian didn’t stand a chance. The first jet of cum was so strong that it splashed off her chin and landed on her cheek. She aimed his cock at her nipple just as the second stream of hot cream erupted and splattered all over her tits. By the time he was finished cum was indeed dripping from her nipples and streaming down between her tits towards her pussy.
The rest of us sat there mesmerized by the X-rated show we had witnessed while Joanne walked over to the bar, cleaned herself and threw down another shot of vodka. She came back to her chair as if nothing had happened and sat down. She looked over at me and smiled defiantly.
“So now can I have some chips, dear?”
I was sure she really didn’t want me to give her any chips, but I had to put on a good show for the sake of the others.
“Listen, Jo, why don’t you call it a night? You’ve proved your point. You can have your skirt and blouse and panties back. Don’t embarrass yourself anymore.”
Joanne shrugged her shoulder and scribbled another note on a piece of paper. She threw it into the pot in exchange for more chips.
“You know what… I don’t want your fucking chips. And I can assure you that I am not the least bit embarrassed. Now whose turn is it to deal?”