1. 3 AUNTS


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Threesome, Author: JackassTales, Rating: 88.5, Source: sexstories.com

    The dealer, a local banker, allowed his head to drop. He muttered, “Regretfully Sam, the buy in for this game is one-hundred thousand dollars. That may be a little steep for you!” More than one man offered to loan me the money. Peter, my attorney, offered; Brad, my stockbroker, offered; and Carlton, my banker, offered. Gentleman Reece offered to give me the money. When I pulled the $100,000 out of my purse, every eye in the room rose in surprise. This was one of the key moments in my life. Not many twenty-two-year-old young women could so cavalierly pull a small fortune out of their purse. I suppose the daughters of the multimillionaires card players setting here at the table could pull out the money; unless they had already spent it on expensive jewelry or fancy doodads. Card playing resumed. By 3:00 AM, a pot of more than $1,000,000 was on the card table. My original $100,000 was part of the pot plus another $200,000 I had previously won. The rules we were playing by were ‘table’ stakes. If you could not match a raise, then you lost. I raised $100,000. This was a bold move for an innocent-looking young woman to be making. Of course no one man at the table believed that I was innocent. The men knew that I good reason for bluffing. I had not one cent on the table before me! If you cannot back up a bet in this game, you lost. Yet, if I took the pot, I wouldn’t have to back up my bet. In order to further confuse my opponents I goaded, “Do you feel lucky punks, well DO YOU?” ...
    My manly opponents dropped out one by one. I heard whispered comments; “Hell, the bitch just might have it! I fold.”; “Shit, I just came from the strip club and I know she doesn’t make that much money! I fold”; “She’s got it, but does she have it with her is the question! I fold.”; “I don’t care much either way but I wouldn’t put it past her to have another hundred grand in her purse! I fold.” So, without backing my bet or showing my cards, I won the million dollar pot. Reece, Brad, and Peter asked in unison, “Could you back it up?” “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I teasingly replied. Carlton, my banker asked me no questions. He knew that I already had one million dollars in his bank. He was not surprised by my winning of another million. Carlton inquired, “Sam, I have a couple of armed bodyguards, would you like for us to escort you and the money down to the bank?” My answer was a quick “Yes.” I scooped the million into my purse and off we went. The remaining men were burning with curiosity as to whether or not I had left a winning hand on the table. They broke one of the cardinal rules of card playing. Just before Carlton and I exited the room, one man asked for all, “Sam, may we look at your hand?” I scowled, yet I gave an affirmative answer. My card hand was turned over showing a 2 of clubs, a 4 of hearts, a 10 of spades, a 3 of diamonds, and a 9 of clubs. It was shit; it was a bluff, it was a goddamned ball-buster! And, every man knew it. The sting of defeat ...
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