Car Trouble
Oh great the darned car has to pick now to stop running, Here
on the darkest back road anywhere around. There is no house
for ever, only the apple
fields. I sit and try to think of somehow not to have to walk
to the nearest house. If only I had picked up the cell phone.
I look up in time to see headlights coming at me and jump from
the car to wave then down. It is a beautiful summer night
and i am dressed for it.
A simple a-line short black dress and sandals. As I bounce
up and down trying to flag the car so does my dress, it falls
just below my panty line.
The car swerves around me and keeps going. So much for a helping
hand. I decide that walking is the best option or I may sit
here all night long. I
grab my bag from the car not knowing how long until I can get
someone back to get the car. it is a lovely night for a stroll.
As I begin to walk I
notice some sights I had not paid attention to in a long time,
like the animals in the corals on the side of the road. There
are horses on one side
of the road and cows on the other.
After about 15 minutes of walking I see a house ahead of me
and notice no lights on. But there are lights on in the barn
so I walk out to the barn,
hoping to find a phone and a way to get home. It is an old hay
barn piled high with old fashioned square hay bales. the
wooden floors are well
worn and there is a wonderful selection of tack on the walls.
I slide the plank door to the left and enter, calling out,
"Hello, is anyone here?" I
don't see anyone but hear some talking and move to the
sounds.
I enter the room where the conversation is coming from.
I look around and see several hispanic gentlemen playing
cards. It appears that they are
playing poker. "Excuse me, I need to use a phone."
Five pairs of brown eyes turn to look at me. They all smile
and nod. One stands and holds out his
hand to me to come closer. "I need to use a telephone
please" I repeat.
The smiling man looks at me and says "I no speak English."
The others smile and laugh a little and wave me to the table.
I step forward and again try
to communicate.
"My car is broken down and I need a phone, please'"
This time they all shake their heads and point to the chair.
As I sit down the chair is pushed in and it appears I am being
asked to join their game. " I really need to get my car
fixed. Or a ride, or a
phone." All five men smile at me and shake their heads
yes. The man that gave me his chair has pulled up another
and is dealing out the cards.
Someone has bankrolled me and even though i don't know
the value I can follow colors. I look at my hole cards and
find a pair of deuces. The
first better puts in a black chip and I follow suit. Around
the table everyone matches the bet. The first better ads
another black chip. I have no
more black and do not know the values of the others. Each
of the 5 smile and encourage me. I put in a green and find that
they are still waiting. I shrug my shoulders and the one
on the right takes another green from my stack
and throws it in for me so two greens equal a black.
Each better follows suit and the first card is turned up
a 3, betting continues and then a Q is turned up. After each
card is turned up more
chips are added to the pile. My pile of chips are getting
low. The third card is another Q, then a 3 and a Deuce. I have
a full house now so I am pretty confident. The current bet
is more than the chips I have and I don't know how to get
more.
One of the men look at me and says "bet?"
"I don't have enough to bet." He stands,
walks behind me, and lifts my dress over my head, revealing
red silk panties and bra. In exchange he hands me a pile of
chips. I am uncomfortable but feel I have a winning hand.
So I bet, and then wait. When everyone has put in their chips
the cards are turned over and I see the man holding my dress
has a three as one of his hole cards
and his full house is 3's over Q's. Just beating
my 2's over Q's. The next deal is dealt and i have
a 9, 5.
I bet a black chip, in hopes of winning this hand and retrieving
my dress. The rest bet and a raise is done. I call. The first
flipped card is a 6, then a 7, and an 8. Each time my excitement
grows and I bet a little more. I am again out of chips but feel
that I have again an excellent hand. My banker again walks
behind me and unhooks my bra.
He places more chips in front of me and hands the bra to the
man sitting next to me. He buries his face in it and inhales
deeply then passes it
on to the man next to him. Each man around the table takes
his time handling my bra, inhaling the scent and one even
rubbed it on his pants.
This time I know that I will not lose, then I will be able to
buy back my clothing and get out of here. The next card turned
up is a J. I am all
smiles and quite certain that I have this one. I flip my cards
and start to take the pot when the man to my right takes my
hands and shows me his
cards a 9 and a 10. His straight beats mine. Again I have lost.
Now it is my turn to deal and i deal myself a 6 , Q. Not much of
a hand but I have to try. i follow the bet and deal out the up
cards. The first is
a 9, costing me a black chip. Next is a 4, costing me another
black chip. Followed by a 3, a K and a 6. Each card has cost
me a black chip until the
last card which cost two and I only have one left.
Again my banker comes to my seat and motions me to stand.
He takes his time sliding his fingers into
the waistband of my panties. He slowly slides them down
trailing his hands the length of my legs. Each of the other
players watch avidly as my
soft shaved pussy is now exposed. Again he hands the panties
off to the player next to me. The players take their time
and sniff and fondle the
panties as I stand there on display for all of them to see.
When the panties come back to the banker another stack of
chips is placed in front of me.
I sit and put in my chips. A pair of 6's is not much. But
who knows. Just as I expected I see a player rake in the pot
with a pair of K's. The next hand is dealt and I have an
uneasy feeling I have no more clothes with which to replenish
my chips. For hole cards I get and Ace and a 3. The bet is 2 black
chips which I throw in. The first two flipped cards are Aces.
How can I lose this one? The bet is now all the chips I have
and there are still 3 more cards. My banker stands and walks
behind me. He motions for me to stand and from behind trails
his hands down my hair and to my breasts. He cups them firmly
from below and lifts them squeezing a little bit. He is massaging
them and each of the others at the table sit and admire.
His thumbs move forward to massage the nipples and squeeze
them, pinching them, making them hard. My sharp intake
of breath and tensing causes smiles
all around the table. A burst of conversation breaks out
in a language I do not know. It is clear that I am the subject
of the conversation. Each man reaches into his pile of chips
and pushes some to me. As they reach across the table, they
let their hands reach out and touch me. I am happy to have
all the chips knowing that I am going to win this time and
get out of here. My banker returns to his seat and has a very
satisfied smile on his face.
The betting has taken a sharp increase as the next card is
flipped and I see a Q costing me 6 black chips. Next to fall
is a 10 costing me in two
rounds of betting 15 chips. As the last card is turned i see
a 7 and know I am okay. The betting is at 15 again and I put in.
I am squirming in my
chair now excited, as much by the hand I have as by the entire
situation here at hand. I have 10 chips left and see the last
better raise it 10. I see my banker raise 10 more so now I am
10 short. This causes all at the table to burst into laughter
and look at me. I have nothing left to barter, I have the winning
hand and will not be able to bet it.
The player to the right of me calls and it is up to me, he stands
and picks up 20 chips from his pile and holds them out to me
with a smile. I
reach for them, and he pulls his hand back. His other hand
reaches out and grabs my breast, hard. It causes me to flinch
just a little. I reach again for the chips and again he pulls
them away. His hand slides further down my abdomen, reaching,
feeling, exploring. I feel a finger slide into the lips
of my pussy. His smile is big and bright, he is pleased to
find me wet. He hands the chips to me and i put them in. He returns
to his seat and the rest of the players cheer and smile.
The player to my left raised 20 again leaving me short, causing
me to wonder who was going to rescue me this time and the cost
to me. The second
player to my left pushes his chair back and picks up 20 chips.
He brings them to me holding them out, waiting for me to reach
for them. As I do he retracts them as i anticipated. He steps
closer and leans forward to place his lips on my nipples.
he licks first and then bites. I jump away a bit and the pulling
increases the pain. He grins broadly. His hand takes mine
and pulls me
to a standing position. He turns me around, and pushes my
torso forward. Setting the chips at my place he uses both
hands to spread my legs and trails his hand between my ass
cheeks. His hands are rough, that of a farm worker.
I feel liquid fall between my crack and then a finger is inserted
in my ass. Again there is laughter and cheering. Suddenly
I feel a slap on my ass and my newest banker walks away.
I return to my seat and put in my chips on my turn. I still have
10. Again the pot is raised and again I am short, there are
only 2 left that can
help me out. Neither appear to be interested in doing so.
I look at each and smile hoping that they will offer me a few
more chips. Finally one
slides his chair out and motions for me to come to him. I stand
and walk to him, he places 20 chips inside of his shirt and
expects me to reach inside and get them. I slowly unbutton
his shirt and reach inside and take out all 20 chips, a few
at a time. This causes more hoots, hollers, and clapping.
I return to the table with my 20 chips and put them in on my
turn. I am not surprised at all when once more the pot is raised.
Leaving me only one
more helper. I wait to see what his payment might be. He stands
and motions for me to come to him. I slide out my chair and
stand.
I walk to him the long way around, brushing each individual
lightly as I move around the table. Taking my time, pausing
by each person. Finally
I make it to the player that is going to give me the newest
loan. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes down.
I end up on my knees.
Grabbing the back of my head he shoves my face into his crotch.
He smells of hard work and sweat, making hard fucking motions
he simulates fucking my face.
The loudest cheers so far are heard. He is hard, and i feel
him thru his pants. Finally he motions me to raise back up,
and he hands me 20 chips. I
still have no idea of the value of the chips but I still know
I have the winning hand. I return to my chair and put in my
20 chips again on my turn.
This time there is no more raising, only calling. I watch
as each player turns their cards none better than mine.
It is my turn to show my cards and I do with glee knowing that
I have finally won the hand. There is a lot of chips in front
of me in the kitty.
I see the looks of disappointment on the faces
of the players, but as i look around the table I see one very
smug look. It is not possible, there can be no 4 of a kind.
I watch as he flips the
fourth A and a 4. He has me beat. He stands and rakes in the
pot. He walks around the table, and stops next to my chair,
The remaining players
also rise from their seats and come to stand next to me. Each
reaching for me. Pulling on parts of me, probing, and exciting
me.
I am led from the room where we played cards, to a room that
contains a chair, a stool, a cot, and several pieces of tack.
My arms are drawn up, cuffed behind my back. I am led to a short
divider wall and leaned over it. My legs are spread apart.
I feel hands on me, all over me. Fingers are rubbing my clit.
Pressing at the entrance to my ass. Pressing to enter my
pussy. The hands are rough in action and texture. One man
stands at my face and unzips his jeans, pulling out his cock.
He forces himself between my lips. At nearly the same time
two fingers enter me. One in my pussy and one in my ass. The
cock in my mouth is growing
and he is fucking my face harder and harder. His cock is nearly
gagging me.
The hands are gone. I feel the opening to my pussy being spread
and a rock hard shaft splitting me open. In one swift movement
I am filled and being
pumped from both ends. Someone is pinching my nipples,
hard. The cock in my mouth begins to shoot hot cum. Almost
before he is done another cock replaces him and again my
mouth is being fucked. I hear a gasp from behind me and
feel the pulsing of a cock cumming inside of me. Again he
is immediately replaced by another cock. This one is even
harder and longer than the first one. He grabs my thighs
and pulls me to him, while the man fucking my mouth grabs
the back of my head and pulls me to him as well. The wall is
rubbing me roughly. The cock in my pussy cums very quickly
and I hear more laughter. As he moves away another takes
his place but only for a moment.
His now lubricated cock slides from my pussy and neatly
into my ass in one swift stroke. He shoves hard and pushes
me into the wall and the cock
in my mouth to go into my throat. I feel the insistent massaging
fingers on my clit and find myself ready to cum. He continues
to rub my clit and fuck my ass as my face is fucked harder and
deeper. Suddenly I can't hold on any longer and let
go. I buck and buck, sucking and milking. The remaining
two cum almost immediately. I fall limply over the wall
board.
After a few moments I stand, feeling as if every pore in my
body is dripping cum. I turn and view my audience and smile.
My banker steps forward and
says "Now let's talk about your broken car and
getting you home." I suddenly realize I have been
had, but what a way to go.
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