I grew up playing cards, all sorts of cards. I lost my allowance more than once to my uncles; damn them, but I learned how to play cards. Even that simple kid's game Concentration shapes your mind and memory and makes you a better player.
In college I learned to play bridge, a game that requires an astute understanding of cards and a memory of odds. That is the only way to play cards, scientifically. Know the odds. This knowledge made me an even better poker player. You can't bluff good players; you can only beat them by knowing how to play. And yeah a little luck helps too, but luck comes and goes. Skill is always there. I'd rather be good than lucky.
In college, I learned that most players think with their emotions rather than their heads. Oh yeah, beer helps the opponent too. I made sure beer was available when I hosted the game. I had to be careful to only skin the sheep a little so they would come back and to pretend I had gotten so lucky, when in fact I had taken just enough skin so they would heal and come back for more. Here fishy, fishy.
Now I like playing in the underground games where the house doesn't get a cut. We rotate the games from one player's house or business to the next. The word goes out quietly and only to the real players and the occasional fish who thinks he is big time. It is those fish who think they know how to play because they watched poker on TV that feed the rest of us.
This night, we had met at the shop of one of the regulars. He had cleared out his workers and set up the tables, two of them, low stakes and high stakes. I got my seat at the high stakes. There was a new guy, introduced as Bob, the owner of a dry cleaners. It was soon apparent that Bob had watched one too many Poker All-Star TV shows and thought he knew what he was doing. Unfortunately for him, he got lucky that night.
I did okay as the night progressed and was ahead, several guys got cleaned out by Bob when he hit three hands in a row with long odds. I had three bad draws and dropped before the betting even began. It was getting a little late and several guys dropped out. Bob was feeling his oats and wanted to keep playing. I had been watching him all night and unless he was really setting us all up, I knew how he played so I stayed in. Well of course he `knew' his luck was running and lost big three hands in a row. Not one to learn he bet big in a hand I had already made. Everyone else at the table saw my hand and they knew it was made and dropped. Bob kept betting and I kept raising. Finally he was all in so it should have been over but he offered his shop as collateral.
"You sure?" Fred, who was hosting, asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Bob said confidently.
"You accept his shop?" Fred asked me. I just smiled and nodded. I was already wondering what the hell a dry cleaners was worth. Fred wrote the chit and had Bob sign it and tossed it on top of the chips.
The last cards flopped and I could see in his eyes he hadn't gotten lucky. Since he was all in he tried to bluff, "What else can I bet?"
Fred could see it as well and saved him further loss. "You're all in, Bob. Turn your cards."
It was sad, he couldn't turn them because then we'd all know he had fucked up. Fred reached down and turned his cards. Busted.
I flipped mine and reached out for the pot.
"My shop," he yelled and tried to grab for the paper. Fred grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.
"Bob, I asked you, didn't I? You put it out there."
I grabbed my chips and we all settled up with Fred who was holding the cash. Bob of course had nothing to settle. As I was getting ready to leave I saw Bob by the door and wondered if he was pissed enough to start something so I left with Fred, a big guy.
Bob was pathetic, crying, as he said, "Let me talk with you, just a second."
I guessed he wasn't dangerous and I said, "Sure."
He began this babbling tale of losing everything and his wife would leave him, etc., etc. Every loser's tale. I asked him, "What can you offer for the shop?"
In desperation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. I could see it was empty and I got ready for more pleading. Instead, he flipped it open to a picture. I looked. It was an attractive girl, teenaged, blonde; I would describe her as cute in a young girl kind of way. "This is my daughter." I could the look of revulsion of Fred's face as he walked away.
"You want to give me your daughter?"
"Not permanent, just to pay off the debt," he explained pathetically.
I couldn't believe this guy. On the other hand, he had just been stupid enough to lose his business so I knew he was desperate. But that desperate? I looked at the picture again. She was cute but no way was he going to talk some teeny bopper into paying off his debt with her body. Partially just to get rid of him, I said, "Sure, send her over to my place and I'll trade."
"Great," he said. "Great!"
I shook my head and went home and promptly forgot about it knowing there was no way I would have to make that trade.
Two days later there was a knock on the door. When I opened it I was confronted by a lovely young woman. I figured the girl was selling something for band or cheer.
"Yes?" I asked as she just stood there.
Her eyes dropped, "My dad sent me over. I'm Robyn."
I was lost for a few moments then it all came back. "Robyn?"
She looked up and a small fire lit her face, "Yes, Robyn. Who were you expecting?"
"Frankly, I wasn't expecting anyone," I said.
Looking confused she checked the address, "Are you Mike O'Neal?"
"That's me."
"Did you gamble with my dad and did he lose his shop?"
"Yes, but I didn't think he would actually send his daughter to pay off his debt," I said gently.
"Well, he did," she spat out. "I'm here to save his ass."
Little Robyn was not happy with daddy, that was apparent. "In that case, please come in," I said holding open the door. I have read about a couple of virginity auctions over the Internet where the bidding got up in the millions of dollars and I always thought that it couldn't be true. I mean, what piece of ass is worth that kind of money? Please! But here I was seeing this delightful little piece and I was about to trade a business and I was happy about it. My cock was already starting to swell. Lord, why did you make us men so servile to our cocks? I was already telling myself I didn't want a dry cleaners store.
She was much prettier in person than that little photo. It was also apparent that she wasn't that old. As she came in I could see the anger draining away, her eyes darted around the room like a caged mouse looking for the cat and the anger was replaced by angst, maybe anxiety, the fear of the unknown. What had probably been a speculation, vision, maybe a hallucination had suddenly with her entry into my home, the trap, become a reality, a nightmare perhaps.
"You don't have to do this," I said.
Hope filled her face. "You'll give the shop back to daddy."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry Robyn but your father lost it fair and square."
Her shoulders slumped. "Then I do have to do this. He told me we'd lose everything, the house, we'd have to move, no school."
I shrugged. Daddy had laid it on thick that was for sure. Up until that point I had intended to take the shop and sell it for whatever it would bring. But the look in her eyes, a determination to save the shop, changed my mind, along with the hormones surging through my blood causing my cock to swell. "Okay, you know how this works?"
"No," she answered. I would have been surprised had she said yes because I had no idea how this was supposed to work. I was making it up in my mind as we went along.
"From now until I tell you to leave, you are to do everything I tell you to do. Okay?"
She nodded and her eyes darted once again looking for the escape. But of course, she had already closed the escape door and locked herself in.
"Follow me." I led her to my bedroom and sat in my favorite chair. She stood at the foot of the bed her head downcast. "Take off your dress."
Her head sprang up a look of defiance in her eyes. I just shrugged and smiled. A sigh and the defiance drained away. She reached behind and drew down the zipper, a shrug and the dress puddled around her feet.
"Your sandals," I pointed and she pulled them off and tossed them aside. "The bra and panties," I said. Again a pause, then she released the clasp of her bra and it fell to the floor. A quick swing of the hips and a bend and she dropped her dainty panties at her feet.
My interest was definitely aroused. Naked she was hotter than clothed. I know I had a big smile on my face. Robyn responded and smiled as well. I sat there kind of dumbfounded while unable to take my eyes from her luscious body. She had perfect breasts, not too large, not too small, nice wide hips to give some cushion to the pushing, a trim waist and flawless skin, and a little landing strip above her pussy, the sort that says, follow me to the promised land. And that's exactly what I wanted to do.
I stood up and tore off my clothes, sending them every which way. She was smiling as I stood before her now naked, my cock rock hard and throbbing.
"I take it that you want to do this, trade me back the shop?" she asked. Like Eve, the primal woman, she knew she had me as soon as I saw her naked.
Like every man in every time, I was willing to trade all I owned at that moment for just a taste of what stood before me. "Yes," I said huskily.
Robyn must have been sixteen or seventeen so she wasn't a shrinking virgin. She knew men enough to know she owned me as long as my cock was hard. I'm sure she had led the teenage boys by their nose, nice euphemism, when they were horny and I was no different.
She crawled up onto my bed, looking over her shoulder with a come hither look. What a magnificent ass. I followed. She fell back onto the bed and I crawled up over her. Her arms went round my neck pulling me down. Just short of her lips, she stopped. "I've never done it like this, you know, for something. It's always been `cuz I wanted to. In a way, it is a little exciting; you want me so much you'll give up the whole shop."
She probably shouldn't have said that because for a moment, my rational mind rebelled, `You freakin' idiot! For a piece of ass.' Then I felt her perfect little teen titties pressing against my chest, her hard nipples digging in, her unspoiled hot skin against mine and I was lost. We kissed. Oh, the passion boiled inside me like hot lava. I had to have this creature of desire.
As we kissed my hands found her breasts, her nipples. She arched, pressing against my hands, moaning in pleasure. Her kisses grew lustier and wilder. I kissed down across her chest to her breasts, sucking, licking, nipping, and kissing, back and forth as my hand trailed down over her belly, which rippled under the touch to find her legs spread in welcome, her pussy wet and hot.
Her hips bounced against me seeking more pleasure and I knew I could give it to her. I dropped down, wrapping my arms around her thighs, holding her down as I attacked her loins. She cried out as my tongue lashed her bud. I sucked and licked her pussy as her spending welled forth, covering my face, exciting me, fueling my desire, until she hit her peak, cumming and again, smaller, then another and another, finally falling back against the bed. I lapped up a little of her juices and smiled knowing I had brought her this intense pleasure.
I moved up over her as her bedroom eyes opened. Her arms went round me pulling me down as my cock pressed against her. Instinctively, her hips moved seeking the completion. The head popped in and moaning, she pressed up taking the first part of my cock in. I pressed and the rest of my cock sank into her hot depths.
As if waking from a trance, a trance of lust, I become conscious that I was now making love to, having sex with, balling, all three really; this lovely young woman. Best of all she was doing the same to me. We moved together as one, our loins joined together, filling the other with ineffable pleasure. In short, we were fucking our brains out.
I reached up and cupped both her tits in my hands, caressing them and kissing Robyn. Robyn moved her hips in short, hard thrusts forcing my cock deeper and harder each stab. I found her rhythm and followed her pushes with withdrawals and her withdrawals with my pushes and my cock worked faster and faster into her tight, tight little pussy. Robyn's arms went round my neck embracing me and her lips brushed over mine.
"It's wonderful," she whispered into my mouth. "Just wonderful. Oh how I love it. I want to do this forever, every day, always!"
That was a surprise, here I was forcing her into sex and she was going crazy with pleasure. "Yes," I whispered into her ear. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"I'm... I'm going to... I'm cumming!"
"Robyn, I'm going to cum!"
"Wait, wait, just a little! NOW! NOW!"
She stretched her legs and rubbed her little pussy up against my hard cock. She groaned and cried as she came in a long, long orgasm. At the same time my own orgasm overwhelmed me as I blasted into her spasming pussy, making this tight little tunnel even tighter but slicker as I filled her with my hot cum.
After a little while I rolled off her and lay panting by her side. Then it hit me. I had fucked a little teeny bopper by blackmail! For a moment this filled my conscience with guilt, but almost instantly it was replaced with happiness. She had obviously enjoyed it. My next thought was as soon as I had gotten my breath back I was going to fuck her again. God, but I was a horn dog. I should be ashamed.
Robyn rolled into my side, her leg resting on my thighs, her head on my chest, and arm over me, the pose of a lover, not a victim. "Did I do well?" she asked.
Incredulous, all I could say was; "Oh yes. You were incredible."
"Does it pay my father's debt?"
"Yes, he is all paid up." I answered.
"Oh... that is a shame." She cast her eyes up at me and said, "I was just thinking I might have to be brought to you several times. I mean, if you enjoyed this as much as I did. Can he be indebted to you for something else?" Her eyes betrayed no guile, just a longing as she asked.
"You came to me as payment, with no will in the bargain, you liked that?" I asked.
"No, no, not at first. I hated it and I hated my father for making such a disgusting promise; promising my body to pay off his debt." She had spat out those words, now her voice became soft as she said, "Then, when I knew I was to be a sacrifice, that I had no choice, like that poor girl in Rite of Spring, something happened. At night I dreamed what it would be like to be taken by a man against my will but not resisting, to help in my defilement. It touched something in me I did not know was there. I dreamed that night, vivid dreams that I could remember as the morning came. And as I remembered the dreams, those damning dreams, I came, my hand touching my sex. At least I wasn't going to dance myself to death," she smiled. "I've never had sex like this before and I admit I was curious, more than curious. I wanted a man to want me. I knew it would be different than the backseat with boys. That is why I came today instead of telling my father to go to hell."
"So, you want me to tell your father the debt isn't fully paid?"
"I want this again in my soul. Now I have dreamt of it and you made those dreams come true. Perhaps now that you have exacted the price on my father you could take me as a woman you want."
"Romantically?" I asked as she blushed. I nodded and picked up the phone. She smiled, a glowing lustful smile, a smile to bring a hard on to any man
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