Poker Night (Sinclair)

“It’s my turn to host poker night, but my house is unavailable for reasons I won’t get into,” he’s slurring a little more. The who knows how many beers he had before coming over combined with these two are starting to have an impact. Nicole, a lightweight due to nearly three years of barely drinking, is starting to feel her two as she finishes off the cans. “But I realized I have your place!”

Nicole, with a beer up to her lips, almost does a spit take. “What? No, I’m not hosting your friends, sorry.” She’s surprised by how easily the protest comes out. She smiles at herself and swallows the remaining beer.

He laughs. “That’s not how it works, sweetie. I checked your calendar. It’s clear and the list of, what were they called, limits? Didn’t say anything about you not hosting poker night.”

She finishes off the last can, no longer caring about the taste. “But...those are kink limits...” she stammers “you can’t make me host your friends.”

“Stand up and come here,” he says.

She does as told, continuing to protest. “I’m your free use slut. Not your AirBnB.”

The man grabs her by the pussy. His middle finger easily slipped between her aroused folds. She gasps.

“I didn’t know about this ‘free use’ fantasy until I found your friend’s ad, but I’ve been doing a lot of research and reading stories. But, please, tell me, MY free use slut, what does it mean?”

His middle finger hooks inside her and he pulls her closer. She moans before replying “well, in the, um, simplest d-definition it means you can use my body, mmph, however, and whenever you want.”

“That’s awfully broad, don’t you think.” His finger wiggles.

“Yes, but...usually it’s in a, a sexual context.”

“How have I free used you so far?”

Nicole is surprised at how well he knows how to move his finger inside her. She can’t help but shudder a little as he keeps hitting her sweet spot. “I-I’ve licked you balls, given you a couple, um couple blow jobs, and you f-fucked me awake.”

“And?”

“Th-that’s it. Unf.”

“I had you make me a sandwich. I fed you one filled with my spunk. I had you chug lemonade and beer. I told you how to dress for me. I had you serve up Taco Bell like it was a fancy dinner. You dribbled beer all over yourself and didn’t clean it up because I told you to. Is that because of the free use rules?”

He pushes his pointer finger inside and it joins the middle finger massaging her insides. “Fuck,” she whimpers. Being interrogated while fingered in front of a fully clothed man was triggering her embarrassed nude female fantasies. And he was right, she did allow all of those things to become part of her free use fantasy with him.

She doesn’t answer, so he continues, “you could have drawn a line yesterday, but you didn’t.”

She was feeling turned on, a little drunk, and gaslit. She was sure she tried to draw the line with something yesterday but it wasn’t coming to her. God, he was right, wasn’t he? She moans and swivels her hips. How was this insensitive monster so good at this?

His beard lifts in a smile. “You aren’t going to be a selfish cunt and change the rules on me now, are you? After all, I only have you for a couple more weeks. Letting me use your apartment for one night of poker isn’t going to kill you.”

She thinks maybe she could get the place ready and head out to the movies or something. She doesn’t even need to be here. He had the key, so could let himself in. Suddenly he yanks his fingers free. She didn’t want him to stop.

“But, if that’s the case,” he says “you can pay me back for dinner and we can end this whole fantasy of yours now.” He gently pushes on her chest so she has to step back. He stands and holds out his hand, glistening with her juices, like a street beggar asking for a handout.