A Poker Night with Lara – Part 2
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Submit Report This story is part of the A Poker Night with Lara series So guys, this is a continuation of my old story with Lara, my old friend and tuition crush. In this part, learn how I made her strip and fucked her. Also, for readers, sorry for the delay. I was busy with some other work, so I could not write the second part. Hope this reads even hornier and more fun. And yes, this comes while I’m doing No Nut November, so imagine the amount of steam I’m gonna put into this story. Have a fun time reading! ***** For first-time readers, a brief intro: Hi guys. So, I am Veer. I will be changing names to maintain privacy. This is the story of my friend, Lara, where we played strip poker and eventually had a lovely evening of sex and fun. I am a fairly built guy, not very tall (5’7″ with a 5.5-inch bat), fair-skinned, and was shaved that day since I like to keep myself clean and groomed. Lara, she is an angel. Pure white, 5’4″ in height, jolly, with huge boobs, and 25 years old. That day, she was wearing a white t-shirt with black skinny jeans and looked like a white angel. ***** So, continuing with the story: Jokingly, she said, “Arre, waah! Tera toh bahut bada hai… aur tu shave bhi karke rakhta hai. Bada ho gaya hai ab. Isko to muh mein lene mein maza aayega.” (Hey, wow! Yours is too big. And you also shave. It’s grown up now. It’ll be fun to take it in your mouth.) I said, “Haa, zarur aayega… muh mein kya, har jagah lene mein maza aayega.” (Yeah, it definitely will. Not just in the mouth, it’ll be fun everywhere.) So jokingly, we moved to the next round, and this time we decided to play mufflis (the lowest card or worst combination wins). There was a twist. The winner of the round got a chance to either put on a layer of clothing or make the other person remove one. We started, and I was shocked to see a 2, 3, and 5, all different colours, in my hand. I was delighted. Finally, I was going to win the round. As we showed our cards, I had the most delighted face and Lara a disappointed one. She asked, “So beta, kya lega? Pehnega ya nanga karega?” (So boy, what will you take? Will you wear something or make me naked?) I replied, “Dekh, man to nanga karne ka hai, par izzat zyada pyaari hai dost.” (Look, I want to make you naked, but dignity is more precious, friend.) So I decided to put a layer back on and put my underwear back on. Lara, with slight disappointment, said, “Arre, kya nazara tha.” (Oh, what a view it was.) I blushed, and the game continued. I think Muffins was a banger for me. What happened next made me too horny. In the middle of the game, I suggested having a drink, to which she replied yes, and I brought two glasses of Gold Label mixed with Coke. Subtly, she said, “Ohho, the pauper has become a big man. From Old Monk to Gold Label.” I replied, “Cost-benefit ratio, madam. After all, I am a finance man. I know when, where, and how much to invest.” So, munching on chips and having drinks, we continued the game and played 1942: A Love Story. I had a jackpot, all 3 aces. I was delighted. When the cards opened, I was the winner again. My mouth was watering and my dick was totally hard, imagining Lara’s next move. I said, “Chal, ab utar kapde… bahut shauk tha na nanga hone ka.” (Come on, now take off your clothes. You really wanted to be naked, didn’t you?) Lara, smirking, removed her t-shirt, and uff… I was awestruck to see her white jiggly gems covered with a thin black bra. She looked just like an angel in a bikini. Her underarms perfectly white, her boobs just covered by the black bra. Cunningly, I commented, “Ahha, tu to puri maal hai, yaar. Kya lagti hai.” (Ahha, you’re a total beauty, friend. You look amazing.) I continuously kept staring at her for two minutes until she suddenly slapped me on the face and said, “Oii, kahan kho gaya? Maaloom hai main hu sundar, ab aage badh.” (Hey, where did you get lost? I know I’m beautiful, now move forward.) I was suddenly too horny and exclaimed, “Yaar, Lara… sun na… I am getting too horny for this. We are already nude… let’s get to the climax, please? Can I touch your lemons?” To which Lara replied, “Dekh, horny to main bhi hun, but I have a demand. After touching my lemons, you become my slave and we do BDSM sex… not normal. I want to torture you a bit. Agree?” To that I replied, “Anything for you, my madam.” After this, I pounced on her and started to smooch her. I slowly removed her bra and started kissing down her neck. I gave her a hickey on the neck and started kissing her collarbones. For two minutes straight, I was licking her collarbones, and she was continuously moaning, “Aahh, aooohh, ahh, oohhh Veer, you are superb.” Slowly, I started touching her boobs and licking them. After licking them for around five minutes, suddenly, Lara pushed me. She said, “Chal kutte… ab tu mera naukar hai.” (Come on, dog, now you’re my servant.) She ordered, “Apna pant nikal aur let jaa… mujhe mutna hai.” (Take off your pants and lie down. I need to pee.) At first, I did not understand. I followed the orders and soon saw Lara remove her panties. OMG! Her blackish-pink pussy, fully shaved, seemed like a bowl of nectar. She soon sat on my face, making it difficult for me to breathe. By the time I could realize what was happening, she started pissing in my mouth and said, “Pura pee jana… nahi to potty bhi khana hoga.” (Drink it all, or you’ll have to eat shit too.) I did as she said. Honestly, though the taste was a little bad, it was quite fun to have her pussy juice in my mouth. It was one of my kinks! After this, she sat up again and ordered me to clean up my face and remove my underwear. I did as she said and was prepared for the next. I came into the hall and saw Lara playing with some cloth clips and a belt.