Project 2222 Poker Night Pt 02

Project 2222 Poker Night

Part 2

A young 20-something maid answered the door. She had dark-tanned skin and dark hair pulled into a bun. She wore a traditional maid's outfit similar to one Becca had worn on stage a few times in her old life. The tight top stretched across her breasts barely covering her nipples. Cum was splattered across the tops of her tits and shirt.

She had a short fluffy skirt that covered her ass and pussy, as long as she did not bend or move too much. She looked Becca up and down, made a disgusted face, and gestured for her to come inside. When she turned around you could see a tail hanging out of her skirt, held in place by what Becca assumed was a butt plug.

"Master is not going to be happy with you and will punish us both", said the maid. She grabbed Becca by the arm and led her quickly to Mr. Smith's study. She opened the door; the room was filled with laughter, the smell of whiskey and cigar smoke, and five other men.

"Master your slut has finally arrived, late and well used".

"You know Becca, you will be punished for this," said Mr. Smith. He looked Becca over noticing the cum leaking from both her holes. "Looks like this slut needed cock on the way here," he said. His friends all laugh as one complains he doesn't like a used cunt. "Don't worry about that, Mary here will get her cleaned up".

The maid went to grab Becca by the arm and lead her out of the room, but Mr. Smith slapped her across the face. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it was upsetting and startled her. "Why am I surrounded by stupid cunts," said Mr. Smith. "Of course, their brains aren't their best asset anyway. No, Mary, clean her out; use your tongue."

Mary smiled, she had been a lesbian before, but such things were no longer allowed, all eligible women were to be fucked by men regardless of if they wanted to or enjoyed such things. "Do her ass first.", said Mr. Smith.

Mary didn't want to lick a stranger's cum out of a whore's ass, but she had no choice; she knew she had it better in Mr. Smith's house than a lot of public-use whores did. And he had promised to get her married off if she worked hard and pleased him. Becca was repulsed by the idea of the young maid eating her ass and pussy, and her face clearly showed her revulsion.

Becca was laid back on the poker table, her long legs dangling over the end, her pussy and ass on the edge of the table. The maid made quick work of Becca's asshole, working hard and quickly though she did not enjoy the task.

"Alright Mary, if you can make Becca cum in the next 5 minutes, you can have off the rest of the night." said Mr. Smith. Mary was overjoyed, she was not looking forward to servicing cocks all night and she was well known for her oral skills in the lesbian community. Mary went to work licking and sucking the cum out of Becca's waxed cunt. She licked her, exploring all of her crevices. She quickly found Becca's pleasure button.

"Becca if you come without my permission, you will owe me another night."

Becca wouldn't have minded, but it took her days to recover from one of Mr. Smith's poker nights. Despite Becca's repulsion and desire not to succumb, she found herself giving into the pleasure.

Mary was working Becca's clit sucking and nibbling expertly, Becca knew she would not be able to hold out much longer. "Sir, may I please come?" begged Becca. But he just laughed. "Please Sir, this slut's needy cunt can't hold out much longer, please may I come?" Still no reply. Becca tried one last plea, knowing that her orgasm was near, "Sir, this slutty cunt needs to cum, please Sir, I'll do whatever you want just let me come.

Still no response from Mr. Smith. Becca overcome with passion and desire took Mary's face and pressed it hard to her cunt, Mary added a few fingers to Becca's soaking cunt and increased her attention on Becca's bud. It was too much; Becca came hard and loud. Mary stood up looking quite proud of herself with a smile and Becca's juices shining on her face.

"Don't go anywhere just yet Mary; Becca needs to thank you for cleaning her up,"

Becca looked horrified, which the entire room noticed. Becca did not enjoy going down on another woman.

"Becca, John here, is going to fuck you while you thank Mary by giving her an orgasm. If John comes before Mary, you will also need to work John's bachelor party as entertainment, and if you think Poker nights are wild, you should see us on a stag night."

Mary climbed up on the table and sat on Becca's face, facing her pussy. Becca wasted no time trying to get Mary off She dove into Mary's hairy cunt and started thrusting with her tongue. Her inexperience was evident to Mary.

"Becca, you stupid whore, stop trying to fuck me with your tongue and make me cum."

Just then, John slipped his hard 5-inch average length but very thick cock into Becca's swollen wet cunt. He began thrusting hard and fast.

"This dumb bitch has no idea what she's doing, there's no way this nasty whore can get me off. You'd think a slut like her would be good at eating pussy. Suck my clit!"

John was already ready to go enjoying the girl-on-girl show and his fast hard thrusts did not last long. He came hard and deep into her cunt. He pulled out of Becca and slapped her cunt.

"Don't you dare spill my seed, keep your legs in the air for another 10 minutes. Hopefully, you'll be swollen with my child at my stag party." With that, John left the party.

"Dr. John would know being a gynecologist.Mary, hold Becca's legs up for the 10 minutes Dr. John ordered and after that you are dismissed for the rest of the evening".

Mary held Becca's legs up in the air to keep all the potent seed inside her while Becca continued to eat her pussy. The men continued gambling, drinking, and laughing largely ignoring the naked girl with her cunt in the air. When her ten minutes were up Mary climbed off of her face and left. A young man about 20 started playing with Becca's huge tits. "I hate milky tits," said the clean shaven young man, who Becca noticed bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Smith. 'Could this be a brother of his,' she thought.

"I hate when tits get all hard from the milk; can we do something about this? I want to tit fuck this slut."

"I have an idea," said another fit man with short cut dark hair peppered with silver, and he quickly left the room. A man wearing jeans, a nice blazer over a dress shirt, and a cowboy hat stood up.

"We still need to punish the whore. Is it alright with you if I do it? I have an appointment and can't stay much longer," said the cowboy.

"Of course, anything for my important business associates."

The cowboy grabbed Becca by the arm, he was very fit and had corded muscles underneath his shirt. A square-cut jaw and stubble. And a fierce cold look in his steely blue eyes, that filled Becca with fear. He bent Becca over his lap and started smacking her ass hard. After the 10

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or so slap Becca screamed out.

"Someone shut this bitch up," commanded the cowboy.

Little brother jumped into action, ramming his cock down Becca's throat. It was a rough, hard throat fuck. Becca was gagging and her eyes were watering. Luckily the young man did not last long, He pulled out his cock and sprayed Becca in the face with her cum. He wiped his cock off in Becca's hair. The cowboy stopped spanking and admired the lovely shade of red her ass had become.He looked at Becca and asked, "Did you learn your lesson?" She nodded her head. "I don't fuck whores and you, slut, were born a whore, weren't you?" Becca nodded again then hung her head in shame. She began wondering if she was indeed born a whore and, if she wasn't why she was so disappointed that he wouldn't fuck her.

Just then the missing man returned with a small bag. He began to show the rest of the fellows what was inside.

"You still want to do something about her milk-filled tits?" said the man.

"Of course," replied the youngest member of the party.

"Not surprised my baby brother would be a tit man," said Mister Smith. He took something out of the bag and walked over to her. "Suck," he said. But Becca was getting tired and hesitated.

"Look, this is going in your ass, so you can either suck on it and lube it up or not, I don't care".

Becca opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and began licking and sucking. She finally paid attention to what it was, a wide butt plug, made of cold shiny metal. But attached to the plug was a small black and white tail with fluff on the end. The entire thing was maybe 5 inches long.

"Too bad the cowboy had to go, I bet he'd have enjoyed playing with a cow." Said the man. "From now on cunt, you are a cow; you will not talk, only moo, and you will remain on four legs." As he said that he attached something to Becca's collar, but she could not quite see what it was.

"Back up on the table, cow".

She tried to climb up on it and stay on all four but found the task impossible. But the large cowbell that has been attached to her collar began to ring. She began to stand up, and whack, a whip came down hard on Becca's red ass.

"On all fours cows!"

Becca started to speak, whack whack, another two blows from the whip struck her, this time one blow on each of her sensitive milk-filled tits.

"No speaking cow".

The men grabbed her and roughly placed her on the table. One of them snatched off the clamps still on Becca's nipples. Her nipples began to dribble milk. Mr. Smith grabbed a tit forcibly and wiped the milk droplets onto the plug. He then brutally shoved it up her ass. The tail hung out nicely between the cheeks of her voluptuous ass.

"Wag that tail for me cow" shouted one of the men.

"Hell, yeah make that bell ring." Said another man.

Becca shook her ass as hard and as sexily as she could, once again grateful for her past life skills. The bell was ringing and smacking her sensitive tits hard. She began to moo.

"Sounds like this cow is ready to be milked. How about it, cow are your tits full?" Mr. Smith asked as he held the first tit up, feeling the weight of it and the fullness, then dropping it and letting it bounce painfully, moving on to the other tit and repeating the process.

"Mooooo mooooo," Becca said. Two empty ice buckets were placed in front of her. A man stood on each side of her, viciously squeezing and tugging on her nipples. As the first squirt of milk hit the bucket, Becca was relieved. "MOOOOOO," she said. The men took turns milking her until they could not squeeze out another drop no matter how hard they pulled and squeezed.

"Now her tits are soft enough to fuck," said Mr. Smith. He took her big soft tits and wrapped his cock between them. He squeezed them together so his cock was completely surrounded by her luscious tit flesh. He continued to squeeze and jerk them up and down. His balls began to tighten, and he shot his load all over her face. A glob of cum began to roll down her cheek. This reminded Becca that her purpose at this poker game and well in life was to breed. She began scooping as much cum off her face as she could and using her two fingers began stuffing it up her cunt. The entire room noticed. As the process went on Becca began adding more fingers. By the end she had all five of her fingers knuckle deep in her cunt.

Mr. Smith laughed, "Okay gentlemen the slut is desperate to get our cum shot up her cunt, we should pity the poor creature and give her as much cum as we can." The men spent the rest of the night dumping load after load of cum deep inside Becca's pussy.

In the early morning hours, the men were leaving and they sent Becca home, naked, cum covered, and cum dripping from her red well-used holes. It was difficult for Becca to walk.

She decided to call the cabbie who brought her here.

To be continued....