Just continuing with the game

The game from there ended up going a lot slower. Each hand seemed to take longer than the first part of the night. Maybe it was the booze catching up. But more likely it was making sure everyone had a chance to enjoy having me sit on their laps.

Sally, having won the bet, claimed me for the first hand. I sat on her lap, leaning my head against her shoulder. She had one hand around my waist, resting on the band to my thong right at my hips.

Ben won the next hand and after a little fuss from Sally giving me up, I moved over to his lap. He was a lot more tense. Unsure of how to act.

“He’s a boob man, just press them against him and he’ll be happy.” Pete kindly suggested after an awkward minute or two. I quickly turned, tossing a leg over his and now riding his leg pressed my chest against him.

“Much better, I like this way a lot better too.” I add. No longer able to watch the table, but instead could feel the blood leaving the rest of his body as something started to press against my leg.

The rest of the turns ended up the same, I quickly got used to mounting the winner and pressing against them. Mike, who won hand 4 or 5, gladly took to squeezing my ass during his turn.

Pete, rather than even playing the hand folded without looking and just started kissing me. When Josh won the next hand he did the same thing.

“Wait, Josh too?” Amber, more asking herself than the table.

Rather than have me break the kiss with Josh, Pete answered. “Yeah. Honestly, it’s only the two on one that let us win her little orgasm race anyways.”

WHAT! No, he didn’t. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t have.

“ORGASM RACE!” Sally quickly jumping on the new bit of gossip. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. “That is what she bet. Tell us more.”

“Well…” Pete started.

“No, Harper. You. You tell us more. Break up your little kiss and tell us.” Sally a mix of excitement and wonder – but more than both of those was a level of demand. An order. And honestly that hit more than anything else I’ve done so far tonight.

“I mean, it’s what he said. An orgasm race. They won and I lost. Not much to tell.” I fully lied.

“Girl, what the hell is an orgasm race?” Ben asks, still completely lost as to what is going on.

I lean slightly away from Josh, however his arm stays around me, making me still feel held. “I bet them that they couldn’t make me come 3 times in one night. And – well… they got 8. They fucked me so hard and so well that I completely blacked out and woke up this morning at like noon. They won by so much, I felt that I needed to wear this.”

“This morning?!!! They fucked you like that last night, and you are still this horny. Damn girl, I thought I was bad.” Sally, still one with words, clearly laid out what she thought of me.

“I mean, look at them. Do you know how hard it’s been to not just blow them and hope they want to stick it in instead.” In for a penny, in for pound as I just lean fully into the whore they now think I am. “Besides, it’s not like any of you had any issues with me showing off.”

“So, that’s that. She lost, dressed up, and now is a bit of eye and hand candy for us. Is that so bad.” Pete trying to end the conversation to either let Josh finish or get the chance to win me back.

“Yeah, I mean what do I get to play with?” my fucking mouth again – what the hell was going on.

Everyone’s eyes look at me while at least 2 jaw hang open, waiting for me to continue.

“I guess you all can see it already – but I like to have fun and try new things. Amber – you said you wanted to have me do bets all night and just haven’t yet. I’m willingly dressed in this and humping you all. What more will it take.” This time it was actually my brain talking. Figured me saying something would let me keep some control over the evening, even if I knew it wouldn’t stay in my control for long. “Seriously – is this not enough of a hint to push this further.”

The silence was deafening. Josh shifted his hand from my ass to my side, trying to hold me as he must have felt the nerves shaking my entire soul. I looked around the room, hoping someone would say something, anyone.

“Fine, if you want to be pushed – let’s do it.” I scan the room and quickly see who the speaker is.