Lady Luck gets Licked

The man next to her in seat two is a white guy around her age. He's not too bad looking, either, with long blonde hair kept in a smart tight ponytail. He looked like he was probably a surfer in real life, but right now in the game he was wearing a posh three piece suit which made him look extremely fancy.

In seat three is a middle-aged Indian man, looking rather awkward in very tight exercise gear that does nothing to hide his chubby gut.

In seat four is an Eastern European man in his early twenties. He has very short hair and no smile on his face. Perhaps he's in the military. He is in 'smart casual' wear - a shirt with a couple of buttons undone, and designer jeans.

In seat five is a massive black man. The muscles on this guy are just out of this world. He's definitely a body builder. He's wearing nothing but a tiny speedo which does nothing to hide the monster lurking within. It's not even hard - Stacy's eyes widen as she imagines what his cock might look like at full mast.

In seat six, on the other side of the dealer, is another white man. He looks to be in his forties or fifties, but is in decent shape. He's not musclely, but not fat either. He probably just keeps active. He's wearing a pink latex shirt that says 'BITCH' on the front, and matching latex rubber briefs. Stacy can't help but feel a bit sorry for him.

The Slavic man in seat 4 nods towards Stacy with a sneer.

"At least we have one lady preventing a full sausage-fest today, eh?" He says with a layer of menace to his voice that makes Stacy feel immediately wary of him. "I hope you're ready for some dick, baby."

Stacy is trying to work out what to say in retort when the first hand is dealt by a young female croupier who already looks rather bored.

As she picks up her cards, she finds the words to reply. "I hope you're ready to get beaten by a girl, chum-"

She cuts herself off as she sees the face side of her two playing cards.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Not only are these hardcore porn playing cards, but both of the photos are OF HER. Photos of things that never happened. Two photos of her, taken in a vintage style, with her mouth around a cock. Not that she'd never sucked a cock before, but she had definitely never allowed someone to take photos of her doing it, while she posed for the camera.

Still, she has to focus. She can't let the outrageous personal nature of her cards throw her off her game. She's not the best at poker but she knows that an Ace and Jack of hearts is a really good hand. What's more, she's first to act.

"Raise." Stacy throws a decent chunk of chips into the middle, making the other players all react with surprise.

Oops. Maybe that was way too many.

It folds round to the Eastern European in seat four. He sneers. "Little lady wants to play big, hmm? I will match this, and raise again."

A very large number of his chips are propelled past the line.

Seats 5 and 6 muck their cards without comment.

"All in." Stacy says, almost without thinking. She doesn't want to let this rude man see any weakness in her.

"All in on the first hand." The handsome man in seat 2 mutters.

"Please do not interrupt if you are not part of the hand." The croupier warns.

"I call." Stacy's opponent has already made up his mind. He instantly reveals his cards. It's two kings. His cards are even more explicit than hers - one of them is just a woman's butt, with both her pussy and ass filled by cock.

Stacy grimaces as she reveals her own hand. The nasty man cackles.

"Don't you look lovely with a cock in your mouth! I bet you'll look a pretty picture with my meat in between those lips, too." He taunts. "This is what happens when you don't repsect a raise, little girl."

Stacy knows she needs to see an ace (or a miracle set of cards that gives her a straight or a flush) to win.

The cards come out one by one, all useless. There's even a Jack there, as if to taunt her. But a pair of Jacks doesn't beat his pocket pair of Kings.

And then, the final 'river' card comes down.

It's another Jack! This one again has her own face on it, holding a cock and spreading open some pussy lips wide, her tongue dangling down towards it provocatively.

The man breaks out into a series of foreign words that Stacy doesn't understand, but she's certain that most of them are swear words. The chap in seat two next to you is chuckling and the other three are smirking as well.

"Wait, I won?!" Stacy squeals with happiness.

The croupier nods, and moves all the chips over her way.

"So that means..." Stacy begins.

"Krzysztof here will be your obedient oral servant until you eliminate another man, or you are eliminated yourself." The croupier confirms.

She snaps her fingers and Krzysztof squeals in fright. He dives under the table and crawls to between your knees, where he waits, not saying a word. That was a very quick change in attitude.

What's the forfeit for failing to obey the punishment rule? Stacy wonders. Perhaps I don't want to know.

In normal circumstances, Stacy wouldn't want a strange and not particulary attractive man to perform oral sex on her in a public place. But these were not normal circumstances, and just a few seconds ago, this man was making it clear that he was going to **** her to give him a long and unpleasant blowjob.

She hikes up her dress, lowers her panties, and spreads her thighs.

"Get to work, ****."

The sparks of pleasure start to fly as the previously cocky man gets to work orally serving his new mistress without a word of complaint. Stacy makes a mental note that **** sex is just as good as 'hate sex' with an ex, if not even better.

And if she has it her way, that man will be down there for quite some time.

No rest for the wicked, as they say.