The Prize - Sex Stories

The Prize

... himself and Alison and Jerry followed suit. “Good. Let's play.” Duncan shuffled and dealt. Mike won the first hand. He took the shears and made a long cut up the side of her skirt. When he opened the shears for a second cut Duncan stopped him. “Mike. One cut...only! “Shit.” Mike said disappointed. The next three winners focused on her blouse. On the fourth cut it fell to the floor and they all cheered. Cheryl could only stand knowing in a short while she would be naked in front of her friends. After four more hands Cheryl's skirt fell to the floor. Alison won the next hand. “Where should I cut honey?” she asked Tim. “Cut her bra between her tits.” Alison nervously approached and sliced the lacy red bra. It snapped open revealing Cheryl's breasts. Alison blushed at the site, but the group went wild. After five more hands it was over. Cheryl was nude. “I gotta piss.” Mike crudely announced. Everyone took a break. Duncan checked on his wife. “You okay honey?” “It hurts.” came the muffled reply. “I know, but you need to be punished. Think about it this way. This is better than fifty lashes of the cane and plus it's fun for our friends.” “Duncan...” Rachel called. She whispered something into his ear. “No shit?” he said. She nodded. “Well, go get it!” Rachel returned with a small tube of gel and crossed over to Cheryl. “Her honey, this will help.” She dabbed a small dot of the gel onto her finger and rubbed it on Cheryl's clit. “What's that?” Jerry asked. “It's called Scream ...

... Cream. In about five minutes Cheryl's clit is going to get warm and very itchy. She'll want to rub it but she can't.” Alison was immediately wet hearing this. The game resumed. Only Duncan, Mike, and Rachel remained. Duncan decided to bluff on a straight draw but Mike was too good. “You don't got a straight motherfucker and I got three Kings.” Mike slammed his cards on the table. Duncan was out. “I hope you like anal Cheryl.” he said whipping his dick out that was as thick as her forearm. “Oh God no!” her mind screamed. “Please don't let him win.” “Put that away Mike.” Rachel rebuked. “You haven't won yet.” True to it's name, the gel began to work it's magic. Jerry, Tim, and Alison completely lost track of the game as they watched Cheryl bouncing up and down desperately trying to get some relief. She was rubbing her legs together, humping the air, anything but nothing relieved the tingling sensation that a finger, tongue, or hard dick would. Duncan watched too. He wanted to help his wife, but this was her punishment. Cheryl's moaning and panting was driving Mike nuts. He lost focus on his game. With a Full House, he went all in. Rachel matched his move. “You're one dumb bitch Rachel!” he laid out his hand. “Full fucking House!” Rachel looked defeated. But then a small smile crept across her face. “Four deuces.” As Cheryl was uncuffed from the ceiling Rachel gave strict instructions. “Please bind her hands behind her back and then her ankles and thighs. I don't want her touching ...