Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete - Sex Stories

Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete

... to me and the other guys were following her with their eyes across the room as if in a trance. “Happy Birthday Sir,” she squeaked, straining to keep her composure. She began putting down my drink and some snacks as I looked her over close up. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and under the skirt to find she had on a thong. She shuddered at my touch and I belatedly realized that she had called me Sir. This was new. Diane continued around the table delivering drinks and snacks until the tray was empty and headed back to the kitchen. Four pairs of eyes followed her cute swaying ass until she walked past Katy, into the kitchen, and out of sight. Katy caught my eye and I could see she was pleased with herself. I had to admit, this party was getting better. We resumed our card game with the dealer changing every hand. Thank goodness we were only paying for poker chips because I was getting stomped. In just a little over two hours I had almost no chips left. I wasn’t too surprised since I was playing against three boy geniuses and Curt was using a freaking calculator to bet. With only a few chips left it appeared I was done. Diane happened to be standing next to me and I could actually smell her arousal. I looked at the floor between her feet and I realized there were a few drop of moisture there. She was literally dripping wet! I decided to up the ante a bit with the next hand. I pushed in my four chips and waited for the guys to explain that I didn’t have enough to bet on ...

... this hand. I understood of course, but I played it up like I just had an epiphany. “What would this skirt be worth?” I asked as I tugged at Diane’s costume. It became extremely quiet and I thought I had gone too far but Katy piped up to save me, “That should be enough to at least finish this hand.” The guys agreed readily and got their cards. All three now had calculators out and were busy punching in numbers. Of course, I lost that hand and now Diane stood shivering with anticipation. I had her move to the middle of the floor so we could all see her and then told her to take off the skirt. She moved slowly out to where we could better look at her and then, with trembling fingers, she pulled the skirt away to show her now soaked G-string. The boys all let out a collective sigh and then Katy had her arms around me from behind. “Time for a different game.” she whispered in my ear. We moved to the roulette table, which I thought was just for decoration, and Katy explained the rules. She produced a poster with a grid that had a picture of each item of Diane’s costume. “You each get four poker chips of the same color. You place them any single number on the field and you can pick one article to take off of our waitress. If the ball lands on double zero all the players win the prize on this card.” Before putting the card face down on the table she showed it to Diane. Her reaction was priceless as she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It was apparent she wasn’t aware of this ...