Mia knew the stakes were high the second she sat down at the table in nothing but a tiny tank top and thong. The five guys around her were already half-drunk and horny, and her boyfriend Jake had just told them the new rule: every hand she lost meant another piece of clothing or a sexual favor. She was the only woman there, and from the way their eyes crawled over her tits and ass, they were all thinking the same thing.
First few hands she won. Then she lost. Bra came off. Her nipples tightened in the cool air and the men laughed, tossing chips. Next loss and the thong went. She stood up, peeled it down her thighs, and kicked it aside. Her shaved pussy was already slick. They could see it.
“Next hand,” Jake said, voice thick. “If you lose, you bend over the table and take cock while we finish the round.”
Mia’s heart slammed. She nodded. The cards were dealt. She got a shitty hand on purpose, folding fast. The guys whooped. Jake grabbed her by the hips and shoved her forward. Her tits pressed flat against the felt. Someone spread her legs wider. The first cock pushed into her without warning.
It was thick and rough. She gasped as it stretched her open, slamming deep on the first thrust. The guy started fucking her in hard, fast strokes while the others kept playing cards around her. Chips clinked. Someone dealt. Her boyfriend sat right beside her head, watching her face twist every time the cock bottomed out.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” the guy behind her grunted. He gripped her ass and pounded harder, the table shaking under her. Mia moaned loud, not holding back. Another player reached under and pinched her nipple, twisting it while the dick kept driving into her cunt.
They didn’t stop the game. Cards were played right over her back. Every few minutes the guy inside her would pull out, another would take his place, and the new cock would slide straight into her wet hole like it belonged there. She came once, then again, her pussy clenching around whoever was using her at the moment. Cum started leaking down her thighs from the first load.
“Raise,” someone said casually while a second guy unloaded inside her. Mia’s legs shook. They kept going, fucking her through every hand. One guy made her suck his cock between rounds, feeding it into her mouth while another railed her from behind. Spit and cum ran down her chin onto the felt.
By the final hand she was a mess. Face flushed, hair stuck to her forehead, cunt dripping and used. Jake won the pot. He stood up, unzipped, and shoved his own cock into her swollen pussy while the others watched.
“Gonna fill you up last,” he growled, fucking her slow and deep so everyone could hear the wet sounds. Mia pushed back against him, begging for it. When he came she felt every pulse, her third orgasm ripping through her while the table full of men cheered.
They let her stay bent there, cum running out of her, while they played one more round just to watch.
No one rushed to clean her up. She stayed exactly where she was, legs spread, holes used and leaking, exactly how the poker game had turned her into the main event.
