.Strippers Poker

There was a bottle of lotion behind her cage.  I squirted some out onto her belly.  Her eyes opened at the cold splat.  I started smearing it over her, from knees to ribs.

Long, slow strokes.  I could feel every bone she had.  Every muscle tensing as my fingers slid across her skin.  And she was so, so smooth.

She watched me, wide eyed now, as I prepared her.  Then I dragged her to the edge of the table.  Her knees were bent over the edge, feet dangling. 

She started to shift to a more comfortable position.  “Ah-ah-ah,” I said.  “I didn’t say ‘Simon says move.’  Not yet.”

“Mal, what are you going to do?”

I stood up and opened my fly.  My erection sprung out.  I pushed the tip against her pussy.  “Simon says squeeze your legs together.”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed.  She rubbed as much of my cock as she could reach.  I inched closer to the table, sliding myself up over her belly, pushing against her boobs.

She wrapped her arms around me, stroking the edge of my helmet with her fingertips, leaning up to lick at my pee-hole.  Her tongue was bright pink against the angry red tip.  She stabbed it in and out of me, licking up the precoma starting to ooze.

I wanted to just stay there, but part of me wanted friction. So I pulled back and pushed forward, quickly, leaving the tip where she could reach it again. 

I cupped a hand under her head, pillowing her so she could stay there more easily.

I heard the patter of tiny, naked feet on the linoleum floor as someone made a bid for escape.  Rolly swore and chased her, his belt buckle ringing on the floor.

Another quick stroke, out and back.  Someone made a sound I couldn’t quite place, but I wasn’t about to look away.  Turns out Miss Roth had barfed.  Tom gave up on her, then.

There were a few brief pops as she and her clothes all disappeared from the room.  Tom started helping corner the fleeing Angie.

I gave another stroke, then another, faster and faster.  She stopped trying to hug me and just held her hands against the sides.  I pushed down on the top of my cock with my free hand.

I felt my balls start to squeeze and pulled back, jamming myself up against her pussy, coming in sharp, splashy pulses.

Just as she started to try to wipe herself off, I squeezed the medallion and she popped away.  I cleaned up the come and folded the cage away.

The chips went under the podium, with the cards.  Mr. Van Hosten never looked under the podium.

In the corner, the guys were forcing Susan and Angie to make out.  Well, Susan was held down by two of the guys, but Angie seemed to need no coercing.  She was lapping away at Susan’s pussy quite happily and energetically. 

“I almost wish we could let them remember this part,” Chris said cheerfully.

“NO!” Susan screamed.  Then Angie stopped licking and just sucked hard.  Susan writhed and moaned, then tensed, held it for a second, and finally relaxed.  “No, no, no,” she whimpered.

“The lady doth protest too much,” Rolly said.  He gave Angie a pat on her ass.

The Chem teacher rolled to a sitting position, still between Susan’s outstretched legs.  “Listen, guys, fun’s fun, but…”

“Yeah, you’re done,” Chris said.  He lifted his medallion and Angie popped away.

“Hey!” Rolly protested. 

“She was mine,” Chris shrugged.

“But we traded!” 

“Oh, yeah.  Sorry.”  They looked down at the last dolly, Susan. She looked flushed, trying to ignore the guys.

“Fuck it,” Rolly said.  He sent her away.  “Better luck next time,” he muttered.

“Cheerleaders?” Chris asked.

“Class officers,” Tom said.

“Teacher’s aides,” I said. 

“We’ll vote tomorrow,” Rolly said. “Mal won, so he gets the extra votes.”  He went to fold his cage away. The others followed.

I was done with my cleanup so I just walked out.

I passed Miss Leland’s classroom.  She was locking up, looking sleepy.  “Hey, Miss Leland, thanks again for the help.”

“Any time, Mal,” she said with a smile. 

I’d have to remind her that she said that….