Poker, Poke Her - a Slutty Anita Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009 Stan ripped the covers off the bed, revealing my sleeping wife Anita in a flimsy pink pastel nightie and a pair of matching panties. Paul and Steve each grabbed one of her arms, which startled her awake. Stan then grasped the nightie at the bodice, and tore it off in one quick ripping motion. Anita began to struggle instinctively, still not quite aware of what was going on, but Paul and Steve had a good hold of her and she wasn't going anywhere. Stan grabbed her panties at the waistband, and torn them from her, which required a little more doing than the flimsy nightie had, but Stan was easily up to the task. Anita was all the way awake now, and gasped at the violent removal of the last thing she was wearing. Stan took advantage of her open mouth, and stuffed the panties right in, effectively muffling her screams. She looked frightened, but she was also responding to the assault the way she usually responds to rough treatment, she was getting excited. My wife Anita is a slut. She loves rough sex and multiple partners. I love my wife and her slutty ways, in fact I encourage her to be as sexual as she wants to be - sometimes a little more than she wants to be. Normally I would have set up a party for all of us, and she would have been an awake and active participant, but I have been taking it easy on my wife since our second honeymoon trip, because she is very likely in a family way. (see "Jamaica Baby") Anita hadn't caught on to my birth control pill replacement scheme, so she had no idea why I was being gentle, but she didn't mind the change of pace, and was enjoying the break from our usual pattern of heavy hedonism. So why was my quite probably pregnant wife the focus of a two AM sexual assault and gang bang? Four tens beats a full house, that's why. I had gotten more than a little bored, since we weren't doing anything majorly exciting. We still made love, but no major sex parties, no rough stuff, no kinky games. I wasn't going to break the boredom with Anita for the time being, so I resorted to more conventional means. I shipped the kids off to visit their grandmother for a weekend, and invited a group of my buddies over for a marathon poker session. Beer, chips, cigars, the works. A weekend of drinking and gambling would do just the trick to chase the dulls away. Stan was the first to arrive. He is a big, burly mechanic I've known for a couple of years. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and is hairy. Gorilla hairy. Woolly mammoth hairy. Either of those comparisons fits with his build, which is quite thick. Anita had gotten the door, and let him in. I could see he was eyeing her thoroughly, but being at least a little polite about it and not doing it when she could catch him at it. She seemed to be taking him in as well, and had a mischievious glint in her eye. Too bad, I thought. You won't get to see if the rest of him is as thick as the parts you can see. Not tonight, anyways. She offered him a beer, which he accepted, and they both sat down in the living room, exchanging small talk, and flirting a little. Paul rang the bell shortly thereafter. I let him in, so Anita could keep chatting up Stan. Paul is an old chum from high school. Italian all the way, just ask him and he'll let you know it. He is on the smallish side, with uncharacteristicly blonde hair, brown eyes, and the smooth olive complexion you'd expect from someone hailing from the Med. He has had the opportunity to play with Anita before, so he quickly joined Stan, after getting himself a beer from the fridge, and went right to work trying to be a better flirt than Stan. He was, too. Rod and Steve showed up together, I don't know if they carpooled, or if it was just a coincidence. Again I played doorman, I didn't want to break up the flirt fest in the living room, at least until it was time to play poker. We could have started right then, but I decided we should wait for Joe, that way Anita could have a little fun before playing hostess to us otherwise boring men. Rod is beefy, not quite in Stan's class, but still a big man. Very Black. He wears a tight afro, almost a crew cut, but still curly. He works construction, although he looks like he could step into the ring and be a light-heavyweight contender, and his very large hands are always rough, like coarse grain sandpaper, you'd swear he takes off a couple layers of skin when he shakes your hand. Steve is the guy next door. Newscaster good looks, killer smile. Otherwise he is pretty average. Average height, average weight, if you didn't see his face, or catch his pearly whites, you'd never remember him is how average. Both guys seemed quite interested in joining the living room fun with Anita, even if it was just small talk and going nowhere, so I grabbed them both beers and let them have at it. Joe is always late, and tonight was no exception. The other guys didn't mind a bit, it let them pay attention to my wife. They were paying attention with a passion, too. Too bad I didn't want Anita doing her usual thing, we had a really good start to a passionate fuck fest, the ice was well broken, and I'm sure the guys would have jumped at the chance to see my slutty wife act like a whore. She kept looking at me as if to say, why don't you get this party started, I'll do them all for you, and they'll love it, too. Tonight was for gambling, though, not for screwing. At least that is what I kept telling myself over and over. Finally Joe rang the bell. He is quite a character, making up for his looks with a wonderful, funny, outgoing personality. He has a lot to make up for, too. He is, to put it mildly, fucking ugly. No one part of his body looks out of place, but put together it just doesn't look right, as if there were parts missing, or replacement pieces that weren't quite the equivalent of the originals. His face looked like miles of bad road, and that was before it had gotten worked over. His nose has been broken more than a few times, and one of his eyes looks like it is set a little lower, the cheekbone on that side smashed a little flatter than the other. Now that the gang was all here, we could start the game. The guys seemed a little reluctant to leave my wife and gather round the table, but they did gather round, slowly but surely. Anita made sure everyone had a fresh beer, and we began to play cards. Anita played hostess for us as we gambled, until it was quite late, when she finally begged off, yawning, and went to bed. My friends and I play a mean game of poker. No limit. The only hard and fast rule is that there is no credit, whatever you bet has to go in the pot right then and there, cash only. When the hand is done, the winner takes the spoils on the spot, no muss, no fuss. Mostly we don't get carried away, so nobody really gets stung, and since we know the rule, we tend not to bring too much money with us when we play, which keeps us from getting crazy with gambling fever in the heat of the moment. My luck was bad, and I kept chasing after it anyways. I was down big. This hand was going to turn things around for me. I had drawn two cards, holding triplet deuces. I drew two queens. A full house! Surely this would get me back on track. Unfortunately I didn't have enough money to stay in the pot, Stan and Paul were raising and re-raising each other like madmen. I think it was Paul's suggestion, but it might just have been my own idea. Whoever suggested it, the idea was a chit good for a night with Anita. A cash value of one thousand dollars was argued about and settled on. I threw the chit in the pot, and this time it was Stan who didn't have enough to stay. He quickly borrowed money from each of the other players, against a piece of the chit. I would have argued that the chit remain the sole property of one man, but I had a sure thing! Sure. Stan got enough money up, and called the pot. Paul also called. Four of a kind beats a full house, every time. Stan had four tens. Shit! Paul had three aces, which I had beat, but so did Stan. Stan raked the pile in with a shit eating grin. He waved the chit in the air. "Well, boys, rules are rules, lets go collect our prize winnings right now!" "Come on Stan, that chit was supposed to be for just the winner," I whined. "Besides it is for a night with Anita, it is two in the morning, you can collect some other evening." "I didn't hear you complain when I was chasing down the loans to call the pot, my man. You know the rules, too. All winnings are collected at the end of the hand, no exceptions! I'm getting a piece of your wife right now, and I owe everyone here a crack at her, too." I was about to complain some more, and try to talk him out of it, but one look at his face and I knew it was useless. The rest of the gang looked just as eager as he did, but didn't have the determined face of stone he was sporting. They marched towards the bedroom, Stan leading the way, and I followed along like a lost puppy. Anita looked so peaceful, sleeping away unaware she was about to have another one of our adventurous episodes. Now she struggled, naked, trying to get out of the tight grasps of Paul and Steve, while Stan stood looking at the hot body he had just revealed to everyone by tearing her clothes off. "Damn, your wife looks fine! Doesn't she look good enough to eat, boys?" Stan unzipped his pants, and pulled out a massive piece of meat, easily the biggest cock I've ever seen. Anita's eyes got wide when she saw it, and she glanced up at me with trepidation, begging with her eyes to be let out of this situation. I did the only thing I could under the circumstances, I grabbed our camera and started filming. Stan hocked up a huge gob of spit, and smeared it all over his hard pole until it glistened. Then he drooled another massive amount of saliva right onto Anita's pussy, coating the lips completely. Without any further preparations or any kind of foreplay, he rubbed the massive head of his cock between her lips, getting everything lined up, and stuffed that meat missle right up inside, splitting her wide open. She spread her legs wide, taking the solid thrust into her as best she could. We all heard her grunt as Stan's cock stabbed into her, even with the panties stuffed in her mouth. If he hadn't coated his prick so completely, I think he might have done serious damage, because that cock of his wasn't going to be stopped. Anita's face was going through an emotional slideshow, conflicting feelings flashing across her visage in rapid succession. Astonishment, bewilderment, fear, confusion, and lust. Yes, lust. Anita has always liked things rough, and this unorthodox wake-up call was pushing her buttons. She glanced at me again, looking right into the camera, her eyes accusing me of setting up this late night attack, and thanking me for it at the same time. The conflict was real, she wasn't entirely sure that this adventure was to her liking, but elements of it were just too primal for her not to respond. She was an object of lust, attractive to many men, causing them to behave in primitive ways, and that was very exciting. She was also being attacked after being woken up out of a sound sleep, treated roughly by men she barely knew, who might not stay within reasonable boundaries, men capable of just about anything under the influence of their lust. The conflict in her face was obvious, but it was also just as obvious that it didn't matter, she had no control over events, if she decided these guys were taking things too far, there was nothing she could do at this point to change it. Stan gave her a moment to get used to his huge dick - after he had slammed it home. "God Damn! That is the tightest pussy I've ever been in. I don't think I've ever had a better night of winnings from the poker table!" He started plowing that thick piece of meat in and out of Anita's now well stretched hole, and I was glad to see that she was responding to the massive intruder with a lot of flowing juices. As much as I love seeing my wife take a serious dicking, I didn't want to see her torn up. She quit struggling, too. Obviously she was yielding to the inevitable, and having figured out that she was in for a serious banging, she was getting into it as best she could - which was pretty darn well. My wife loves a good rough fucking, especially by more than a one partner, and while she might still be nervous because she had nothing to say about the setup or the situation, she was responding in fashion with her nature. She is a slut, and getting fucked is exactly what a slut wants. I was so focused on getting good footage of Stan's monster cock plowing my wife that I hadn't noticed Rod and Joe disappear. I did notice when they returned, though, carrying a tub of vaseline, and my wife's lipstick and mascara. Things were going to get interesting. The vaseline was put aside for the moment, but the lipstick and mascara got put right into action. Joe uncapped the lipstick, and began to write on my wife's forehead. "Cumslut". Stan started to laugh, and egged Joe on. "That's the ticket! How about down here? Try 'fuck hole'!" He pulled out and held my wife's legs wide apart while Joe wrote the phrase with the hot red lipstick just above her gaping pussy - "Fuck Hole". Rod was using the mascara to write some nasty things on her tits, "Whore Wife", "Nasty Slut", "Fuck Doll" and some pictures of spurting cocks now covered my wife's front. Everyone was laughing and reading them out loud, commenting on how true. My wife turned red with embarrassment and shame at this treatment, but her nipples were jutting out from very engorged areola, and her still wide open pussy was running with juices. Stan grabbed the lipstick, and wrote on her thigh "Insert Dicks Here" with an arrow pointing right at her dripping snatch. "Don't mind if I do!" He stabbed his massive cock back into my now very embarrassed wife, and resumed pumping for all he was worth. The other guys started taking their clothes off, making very crude comments about Anita, what a slutty whore she was, but fucking hot for being such a slut. They began to grab her roughly, pinching her nipples and thighs, slapping her face, all the while still talking shit. This was way more than I had expected from the guys, but I still didn't think there was a damn thing I could do about it, I just had to watch them use my wife like a ten dollar whore, and hope things didn't get too much further out of hand. Stan pulled out and shot a massive load of cum all over Anita's tits, smearing the nasty words some. He shot so hard, some of his cum managed to splatter her face, one big drop landing right on the panties stuffed in her mouth. Anita was no longer struggling, but two of the group kept tight hold of her arms anyways. They took turns fucking her in her very wide open pussy, and shooting sperm all over her, deliberately aiming to coat her face, the panties in her mouth, her thighs, her tits. It wasn't quite a bukkake session, but it wasn't far from it. Finally they flipped her over, wrote "Rear Entry - Make Deposits Here" on her ass cheeks, with the appropriate arrows pointing, globbed a huge dollop of the vaseline on her pucker, and started chain fucking her ass one after the other. This didn't last too long, as the guys were running out of steam. Stan was the last one in her ass, and he had all the other guys get ready by jerking along with him. He pulled out, and spreading Anita's cheeks wide, showed us all her gaping anus, wide open from the thorough reaming his massive dick had just been delivering. Then he shot load after load right into her, not that he could miss an opening like that. All the other guys took aim, and added to the creamy mess bubbling into her bored out bunghole. There were streams across her cheeks, and some of it ran down her pussy crack to join her juices, but most of it filled her anal aperature. She looked like a tapioca pudding cup, a round bowl of steamy cream filling. Stan must have thought so, too. "A late night snack for ya! Har, har!" The boys were obviously a little embarrassed by how out of hand they had gotten, except Stan, who just kept chuckling to himself. They all got dressed, and mumbled platitudes and mild apologies, as well as lamely joking about how they'd like to do this again real soon. They quickly departed, Stan being the last one out the door. "Hell of a poker game! And Poke Her we did, eh?" He laughed his way out the door. "Are you all right?" I asked Anita, as I slid my raging cock into that bubbly pudding cup that was her anus. I just couldn't help myself, it looked too fucking obscene not to. Anita looked terrible. The awful things written in black and red on her body were mostly smeared with sweat and cum, but still readable. She had obvious bruises on her thighs, and her nipples looked raw, like they'd been buffed with coarse sandpaper or emery boards. She had finger marks on her breasts and shoulders, and the panties stuffed in her mouth were soaked. The panties! I pulled the slimy mess out of her mouth as soon as I realized they were still there. "Damn! I can barely feel you, I'm stretched so wide, and so full of cum! Fuck my slutty ass! God, I don't think my holes will ever be the same. I've always had a fantasy about getting gang raped, and that was about as close as I ever want to come. That was fucking wild! Did you set this up? What made the guys so crazy?" "I didn't mean to set it up, I fucked up at the poker table and made a bad decision to bet your sweet ass, and I lost. I don't know what got into them, they wanted to collect the winnings, and boy did they! You look like shit, honey. Sexy, slutty, shit." I pulled out of her frothy asshole, and shot a rather pathetic load on her pussy, at least compared to the copious amounts already coating both her holes. It felt like a gallon to me, I was so horned up from what I'd seen, but it didn't visibly add to mess, just sort of vanished amongst it. We both fell asleep amid the ruin of our bedclothes. In the morning, Anita soaked in a tub for an hour or so, then emerged freshly scrubbed, her wonderfully adaptive holes mostly having returned to their former shape. The bruises seemed to be fading, and she was really no worse for the wear. Amazing. We slow fucked for hours, taking it easy but really getting off, watching the video I had taken last night over and over again. Seeing her take Stan's massive cock was almost magical. I may have lost the poker hand, but with my prize still by my side, and in possession of the hottest sex tape I've ever seen, I think I won at Poke Her. ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/