| Hi,
A friend of mine (Dave) is a quality poker player, and knows I'm good with a hand as well, so invited me round for a game with a difference...
He was insistant that I arrived at his house wearing blue jeans, a white t shirt and white underwear. And he told me that I would need a change of clothing too. I was intruiged by what would happen, but Dave has a pool, so I assumed that yet again I was going to be thrown in fully clothed - which once happened to me when he invited a load of mates round and I was wearing a transparent white dress, but that is another story.
Anyway, after I had been there for an hour or so, he said "time for a game of poker" and took me through to a small changing room attached to the pool. WWhen I arrived, I found a card table set up, with cards, and next to it was another table, which had black forest gateux type cakes on and a two bowls of custard. "Normal rules apply" he said "but if you are ok with it, the winner fo each hand decides if the looser gets a pie or strips". Sounded good to me.....
And so the first hand. I'm pretty good at poker, but Dave is much better than the hand he so poorly played. "Strip" I said after winning, and he removed his shirt to reveal a muscular, toned and tanned chest.
I again won the next hand, and decided it was time for a pie. I took a gateaux, and pushed it straight into his face, pushing it right in.
I realised that Dave wasn't going to be winning anything the way the game was going, so I deliberately threw the next round. "Pie for you" said Dave, but I didn't get a pie but the custard, and poured it over my head.
I had never been gunged before, and it was a fantastically sensual feeling, as the custard slid over my head, my hair style was gradually ruined and it oozed down my face, eventually reaching my t shirt, making it heavy as the custard soaked in.
Dave again lost the next round. "Strip" I again told him, forcing his jeans off.
And yet again Dave lost the next round, so I decided that it was time to custard Dave, pouring the remaining bowl over his head.
I had a truley terrible hand next time round, which made it difficult for Dave to loose. "Your first pie" he said, as a gateuax came straight to my custard soaked face. As it hit I braced myself, but the sploddgyness of it meant that it didn't hurt and I was soon wiping the cream and chocolate away from my eyes.
Dave lost the next round, again deliberately. "Strip" I said, and as he removed his boxers, I picked up a pie and threw it at him, it hitting him in the chest and falling away.
The next round saw me loosing. "Strip" said Dave, and my custard soaked t shirt came off, revealing my white lacy bra holding my boobs in place. Dave stood up, walked behind and whack, another gateaux hit me full in the face, as the cheating bastard took advantage of me being distracted by undoing my bra, slipping the straps down and allowing it to fall free.
Topless, I said "Fuck the game", and stood up to lob a further gateuax in the now nude Dave's face. He responded by claiming I was cheating, as i had by now got another cake in my hands. I walked over to him, and rammed it onto his now erect dick. Standing in front of him, i removed my splattered jeans to reveal a small white thong, and then took his penis directly into my mouth. As I sucked, the cream tasted fantastic, and he started to take some of the gateaux that was on his body off him and rub it into my hair as I sucked away.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled his penis out of my mouth, and pulled my thong down to reveal my pussy. He told me to lie on the table we had been playing cards on, which I did, with my legs hanging down to the floor. While I did so, he went to a cupboard, pulled out a washing up bowl from it and poured it right over my head, which tought me that it was full of custard.
As I was wiping my face, he entered me, his dong ramming into my cunt, and we shagged for a couple more minutes before we bth came together.
After that, we both cleaned up (could have been difficult to explain to the cleaner) and then had a fantastic shower together - wandering hands meant that we were soon both aroused again and we had a marvellous slow fuck in the wet and steam from the shower.
I hope you enjoyed this .. more news of what i have been up to this weekend (which involved a Lucy Pinder lookalike escourt girl) coming (like you I hope) soon. Love Fiona xx |
