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Room with a View - Part 2 (voy, orgy, MF, FF, MM, oral, stripping)
By frog (frogintexas@hotmail.com)
The Poker Game
In the drawing room, things were not going near so well for Larry.
Larry made a lot of money in comparison to the faculty at Westwick, but
not in comparison to the businessmen seated around the poker table.
They were having a great time, laughing, joking, and acting generally
rowdy. Larry was not having a good time. He already had run out of
cash and had been given $10,000 worth of chips on the promise that he
would certainly pay later. Now most of that was gone. "Well, so much
for the new dining room furniture and a whole bunch of other stuff," he
thought. "How could I have been so stupid to have gotten involved in
this game?" Now he was stuck.
Darla burst into the room and rushed over to Larry's side. "We have to
talk," she whispered.
"Can't right now, honey, " Larry retorted. "She has no idea how badly
in trouble, I...or we...are," he thought.
"Ah, Mrs. Connors," said one smiling older man. "How nice of you to
join us."
Darla looked up and realized that most of the men's wives were behind
their husbands watching the game with interest and chatting among
themselves.
"Thank you," she said as she slipped up on a stool behind Larry.
Playing seven-card stud made for enormous pots along with the temptation
to stay in the game just to see those last few cards. That had been
Larry's downfall, but now he sat looking at two Kings down and another
up. This could be his chance to win big because on the face of it, he
seemed to have nothing.
Betting progressed until two people and a giant pot remained.
"Isn't this exciting," exclaimed the man with silver hair sitting across
from Larry. "I'll raise you...say...$10,000."
Larry was out of chips, deep in debt, and holding a winning hand. "Sir,
you seem intent on buying the pot. You know that I didn't come prepared
for this game tonight."
"Well, I would be happy to float you another $15,000 or so to keep the
game going, Dr. Connors. You've been a good sport and I have taken a
good bit of your money."
Darla finally realized what was happening. "Oh my god," she thought.
"I'll bet that stupid idiot, Larry, has lost our savings and more."
Then she glanced at his cards peeking out as he turned up the corners
and quickly looked around the table. "He has three Kings and the pile
of chips is huge," she thought. "We can win our money back and get out
of here."
Larry glanced up at her and caught her knowing glance. "Ok," he said
quietly. The dealer dealt another round of cards. Larry's heart almost
stopped when another King landed at his fingertips. Darla tried
desperately to keep a poker face. Larry was equally shocked when the
other man said, "I'll raise you another $10,000." The guy just had a
bunch of small cards and a 10.
"He must have three ten's. No problem," Larry reasoned to himself.
"Will you take my marker once again, sir?"
"No," said the man with a smirk.
"What!" shouted Larry.
"Now take it easy, Dr. Connors. I have an idea. I won't take your
marker, but instead I will allow you to bet your wife's clothes!"
There were subdued chuckles from around the room. Darla gasped.
"My wife's clothes, sir?" choked Larry.
"Yes, you win, you take all the money on the table and all your markers.
You lose and I get the money and your wife's clothes."
Everyone sat in silence. All the air seemed to leave the room.
Finally, Darla broke the silence. "We'll see that bet and call," she
said resolutely.
Larry proudly flipped over his cards, "Four Kings." He grinned and
reached for the pot.
"Wait," said the man. He rearranged the innocuous set of cards before
him. "That's two, three, four, five, and six of...." To Larry the
number on the last card seemed three feet tall. "Clubs--a straight
flush, I believe," said the man with a flourish.
The room began to spin for Darla. She looked frantically from one
person to another. All eyes were on her. Faces leering at her. People
began to applause. Larry couldn't take his eyes off that last card.
"How could he have not seen that possibility?"
"Mrs. Connors, I believe you owe me a set of clothes...and lovely ones
at that. I'd appreciate payment of your bet...now."
"I can't believe this. This is not happening," cried Darla clutching at
her neckline for a nonexistent collar. "Surely, you can't really expect
me to go through with this...here...now."
"Yes, I do, Mrs. Connors and don't call me Shirley!" There were gales
of laughter from around the room. "Perhaps, you would like to stand
here on top of the table where the rest of the bets were placed."
At that suggestion, two men sprang into action, lifted Darla down from
the stool and helped her step up on a chair and then to the tabletop.
Larry sat in silent pain.
"Need a little help?" said one of the women. She reached up and
unzipped the back of Darla's dress.
This was happening too fast. Darla began to shake all over. She was
suddenly hot and cold at the same time. Her long gown slipped from her
shoulders and dropped to the table. Probing eyes completely surrounded
her. For a moment, she simply stood there with arms crossed on her full
breasts.
"Well?" said the proud winner.
"Ok," Darla whispered more to herself than anyone else.
Slowly she took the two sides of her camisole and lifted it over her
head revealing her black satin and lace bra. Her nipples pressed
against the soft fabric of the bra and were telltale signs of her
growing excitement.
"Oh god, how do I get out of my pantyhose?" Darla thought. She kicked
off her shoes and slipped her pantyhose down quickly. When she bent
over to take them from her feet, she realized that her thong-covered ass
was practically in several men's...and women's faces.
"I can't...," she cried.
"Oh, but you must," said the man.
The woman beside her was stroking her husband's dick through the cloth
of his tuxedo pants. Another was nibbling her husband's ear. All were
laughing and leering.
Barely holding back the tears, Darla reached in front and unclasped her
bra. The two halves fell away from her ample breasts that sagged only
slightly under their own weight. Her nipples were large, brown, and
covered most of the tips of her breasts. She turned slowly around.
"Like what you see, boys and girls?" she said defiantly.
A cheer went up from the group. The crowd had grown significantly
larger since this strip tease had begun.
"And now the main event!" shouted the silver-haired man.
Darla hooked her thumbs in her black satin panties and pulled them
slowly down. When she leaned forward to remove them, Larry, for the
first time, looked up at his shapely wife. Her glistening pussy showed
through the back between her legs. Despite his humiliation, Larry felt
himself getting aroused. "She does have a beautiful pussy," he thought.
Darla straightened back up disclosing that she was not a natural blond.
Her dark bush was trimmed neatly, but was dark and thick. She was so
turned on now that her labia began to engorge and her pussy lips began
to show through. Darla had never been so mortified in her life and at
the same time excited beyond description. She turned slowly and the
room began to blur. The audience started to applaud.
Someone banging on a glass jolted Darla back to reality. "Bravo, Mrs.
Connors. Well worth the $5,000 dollars!" He extended his hand and
helped her down from the table. Darla thought she might throw up.
Larry slowly rose from his seat.
In some respects, putting her clothes back on was more humiliating than
taking them off. People were milling around chatting, while Darla
struggled to get dressed again. She felt eyes all over her. She gave
up on the pantyhose and shoved them into Larry's coat pocket.
"Zip me up, Larry!" she wheezed.
The silver-haired man strolled over to Larry wearing an oversized smile.
"Now about that roughly $30,000 that you still owe, sir?"
A lump caught in Larry's throat. "$30,000," gasped Darla.
"Sir, I raise millions of dollars for the University, but I don't
receive a huge salary. I'm afraid that I...uh...we would be sorely
pressed to come up with such a sum quickly. But, I am a man of honor,
so you can expect it in time." Larry looked forlornly at the man hoping
he would forgive the debt in the spirit of fun.
"I'm afraid that is unsatisfactory, sir. Most unsatisfactory. As a
matter of fact, I am a personal friend of the President of Westwick U.
and I don't think he will be impressed all by having one of his top
administrators run up a $30,000 gambling debt, much less having his wife
take her clothes off at a party. The newspapers would love that story,
huh?"
Larry and Darla glanced at one another. A great evening had gone very
sour.
"I see your distress," said the man. "And, I'm a compassionate man.
Perhaps, we can come to some arrangement suitable for us all."
The Catch
"Condition, Mr. Box?" said Rex. This was not unexpected. Rex knew that
all donors expected something in return for their gift--special
treatment, lots of attention, names in the society pages. "What will
wind Mr. Box's clock?" thought Rex.
"I'm a man who doesn't beat around the bush, so let me get right to the
point here, Dr. King." Harlan Box spoke in a very businesslike manner.
He gazed around the opulent room and gestured as if he were at the rim
of the Grand Canyon. "We pretty much have all the stuff that money can
buy, don't you think? So, our tastes are a bit...ah...unconventional,
perhaps. Especially in comparison to yours, I would guess."
"That's not a problem, sir. For a $30 million donation, we would hope
to provide you with whatever made this transaction most fulfilling for
you." Rex smiled his most deanly smile. Kathy beamed. She was so
proud of her husband in moments like this.
"Good," said Harlan. "Then you will understand our request. In return
for the $30 million, we expect, shall we say, certain sexual
favors...from you wife!"
"Excuse me," said Rex not believing his own ears. Kathy almost spilled
the drink in her hand. "Are you saying that in order to receive
this...ah...gift, you want my wife to have sex with you?"
"No," said Harlan calmly. "Not with me...with my wife!"
Sarah beamed at the revelation. Kathy began to feel faint.
"That's preposterous, sir!" shouted Rex. "And, insulting."
"Before you rip your drawers here, Rex...can I call you Rex? Before you
do something rash like pissing away $30 million, the donation that will
get you a university president job somewhere, think this over. Its just
money and a little fun...we get bored with our life sometimes. This
kind of thing keeps us lively! You go over there and think about it.
But, think quickly. The offer stands only for the next 20 or 30
minutes."
Paying the Debt
Darla was the first to see the look in the silver-haired man's eye. "Oh
my god, I'm the arrangement," she thought.
"Dr. Connors, you go over to the bar for a while and Mrs. Connors and I
will work out the payment of your debt."
The reality of what the man said hit Larry like a ton of bricks. He
couldn't speak. All the color drained from his face.
Darla looked at the man. He could have been anyone's neighborhood
banker or insurance executive--dignified, cultured. "So what," she
thought. "I've already gotten naked in front of total strangers. One
quick fuck and our savings remain intact. And, it might be the most
expensive piece of ass this old codger ever had."
"Give me the markers," Darla said quietly.
"Darla, no..." Larry looked at her with alarm. Darla put her hand to
his lips and then kissed him gently.
The silver-haired man offered Darla his arm. "Quite the gentleman," She
thought. As they moved away from him, Larry collapsed in a chair. The
tears came quickly.
--
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