Grace’s .

So yeah, I might have terrible luck at cards, such bad luck that I couldn’t win a single round of poker, leaving me unable to give a single command to anyone. Did it matter? Not one bit.

Noelle won the next round with a three of a kind. She eyed Diana with a hesitant, questioning look which the older woman answered with a smile and a nod. Noelle smiled and giggled while biting her lip.

“Grace, go under the table and between Oliver’s legs. Do what you have to do while there. Oliver, play the next round like nothing’s happening.”

“You’re the best, Noelle,” Grace said before disappearing under the table. She reappeared right below me, spreading my legs with her hands on my knees and giving me a mischievous grin.

My heart began to race, my crotch began to heat up and my dick throbbed inside my pants, all in anticipation of wherever Grace was going to do. Our eyes met for a brief moment, her flushed cheeks and lust-filled gaze made me want to keep my eyes on her. But that wasn’t the game. I **** myself to look up, watching Diana send cards my way. I didn’t bother hiding my frustration at another bad hand.

“Remind me not to take you to a casino, Oliver,” Diana said. “Ever.”

“So I’ve been warned,” I told her.

“How many rounds does this make? You’re a statistical improbability,” Alice said, amused.

While we all returned and got new cards, Grace had already gotten my cock out of my pants. Her warm hand held my shaft and gave it gentle strokes. Her breath on it made it twitch even more. Then, kisses. Firm and up and down my entire length.

I tensed up and cleared my throat to avoid squirming and moaning. It got a few laughs out of the girls.

“What’s wrong, Oliver?” Mila asked teasingly. “Getting frustrated?”

“You know, I’m just… Ghn… Happy to be here.”

Grace then wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock, tongue swirling as she sucked, all the while keeping her hand on my shaft and stroking rhythmically along.

I sucked in a shaky breath and fought not to throw my head back. Holy fuck did that feel good. Then Grace decided that wasn’t enough and got her other hand on my balls, gently massaging at the same time as she did everything else.

I wanted to glance down and look at her doing it, but I didn’t need to do it to know she was feeling pretty smug. I tried not to compare, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that I liked Sarah’s and Alice’s blowjobs the best. They could deepthroat me and that was fucking wild to me. Grace wasn’t one to be left behind, though, so if she couldn't deepthroat me, she’d find other ways.

The suction of her lips and the swirling of her tongue focused solely on the tip of my dick, the quick and steady stroking of my length, the rubbing of my scrotum, all at the same time… It was different, but I was coming to love it every bit as much.

My eyes met Diana’s. Her chest heaved from heavy breathing. Her eyes, half-lidded, turned from me to the spot on the table right in front of me, to where Grace would be under.

“I win,” Diana said, showing a straight from 6 to 10. The moment she heard that, Grace stopped dead in her tracks. She let go of me with her mouth and her hands, put my cock back in my boxers and crawled out from under the table, leaving me with my jaw hanging.

The brunette, now standing in, looked all too proud of herself while she licked her lips and wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. “That’s for not letting me suck your dick when I want to. Let’s see if you’ll want more of that from now on.”

“I… But that’s because…!” I gave up. I let go of whatever I was gonna argue and rested my forehead on the table. So this was Grace’s way of holding a grudge against me. My cock was burning, my heart was pounding as if trying to burst out of my chest and I needed to come so fucking bad. I mean, it was a Saturday! I went to the gym and then spent the entire day at work. I hadn't come once today and the girls had been edging me with visual stimuli for… what, an hour already?

Then, even though I was sure it wasn’t her intention, Diana made things worse with her next order.

“Mila, Alice, bend over on the table in front of Oliver so he can finger you both at the same time.”

The two girls stood up from their seats so quickly and eagerly that it showed we were past obeying the rule of ‘order two people at most’. On my part, I was caught off guard. Diana had actively given an order that would make her watch me please other women. Was she trying to understand her own feelings on the matter?

I was also… dreading this a bit. In my situation, there was a non-zero chance that I’d end up creaming my pants just by fingering them, with no further stimulation to my dick. I felt THAT close to the edge.

Mila skipped over to me, hugged my arm and gave me a hard kiss on the cheek. She turned to Diana to ask her, “Hey, is it okay if he fingers my butt?”

Diana chuckled. “Oh? You’re into butt stuff?”

“Yeah,” Mila answered, swaying shyly. “So?”

“Go for it. But Oliver has to wash his hands afterwards,” Diana added with a laugh.

I stood up and Alice got close to me as well. After a kiss to my jaw, she said, “I’ll have a traditional G-spot massage, thank you.”

Sarah snickered. “‘Traditional’, hah!”

Mila and Alice pushed down their bottoms and bent over the table, one next to the other. Their asses pointed at me and swaying sexily, though that seemed a product of the **** more than an attempt at seduction.

I stood behind them and started by groping their butt cheeks. Seriously, how is it that they all have such nice asses? Alice’s was a little bigger, but Mila’s was firmer. Still, both sexy as hell.

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