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Good DILF Hunting [Priscilla x Tobie Peril]

"It is," Craig said, somewhat unaware of how the young girl looked. "My buddies are over, but you are welcome to join in if you want too."

"Good to have a girl playing for once," Santa chimed in before heading too the bathroom.

Craig ignored the comment from Santa and allowed her to walk into his house. It was perfectly clean, except for where the five men were playing Poker together Jose, Barry, and Tony noticed the young, beautiful girl when Craig moved out of the way. Tony licked his lips while Jose studied the girl's clothing. Except for Craig, every cock in the house was starting to chub up.

"Boys, make some room," Craig called out as he escorted the girl in. "This is Avery, one of my neighbors. Be sure to treat her kindly."

"Is she even old enough to play," Tony muttered. Jose kneed him, annoyed that he would bring up such a technicality.

"Avery, this is Jose, Tony, Barry, and the guy in the bathroom is Santa." Craig was sure to point to each man as he said their names. "You got any money on you, Avery? The buy in is $50."
 
Heels clacking against the flooring of Mr. Craig's home, the younger girl approached the table of older men with trepidation, her heart racing as she frantically calculated what she would do. Looking around the table she knew she was the fixture of attention, for all of course except Mr. Craig who once again was in his own little world.

"I boys! I'm Avery." She politely waved and grabbed the back of the seat right next to Craig. She pulled it out and sat down with knees together, looking at her crush next to her as she even leaned more in her seat to his side.

"Thanks for letting me play Mr. Craig, I've always wanted to." She tossed her hair a bit before looking at the table, eyes again frantic noticing the money before her. It was not until the man mentioned fifty dollars did she realized what sort of trouble she was in, but also feeling Mr. Craig's presence next to her what sort of opportunity it was.

Luckily enough she had some birthday cash left from her grandparents, leaning down to grab her purse, her blouse opening a bit at the top to show her bra as she fumbled for the cash.

"Is sixty ok? I only have twenties." Avery smiled nervously. It was all the cash she had.
 
"Hi Avery," the boys said in unison--including Santa, who had just gotten back from the restroom.

"That will work just fine," Craig said, happily taking the cash. "You can sit next to me."

As he grabbed the bills, his hand brushed against hers. They were warm and soft, reminding him of the incident from this morning. Part of him liked touching the girl. The moment only lasted a second; he put the cash with the rest and started to sort Avery's chips. The other men, of course, took their time looking at Avery as she came closer to the table. Santa took a good study of her ass when he came back, Berry watching her hips, and Jose looking at what her blouse was exposing.

"So, you said you were out for a walk," Berry started as Craig passed Avery her chips. "Getting ready to run a marathon?" Berry laughed to himself, possibly the only one enjoying his lame joke.

"Get comfy everyone," Craig started as he passed out the cards. "It's gonna be a long night."
 
Avery took a deep breath and nodded in agreement to Mr. Craig's statement. Though she was partially frazzled by the touch they shared on the hand, she was far from getting him to bed that night. She first needed to get through this poker game somehow, a game which she knew little about. One thing however that did not escape her was that sixty dollars may not be enough to get her through the game. What would happen then? It indeed would be a long and engaging night.

Avery leaned over the table intensely, but not before casually pumping her leg against Craigs from time to time. The first set of cards she was handed she fumbled to get them into her hand, grimacing as she nearly dropped them.

"Uh.. I'll go two in?" Her statement seemed more of a question as she threw two poker chips to the center with little thought. She also had no idea what these cards meant, a variable mix of high and low cards. Was that good?

Her eyes drifted to Craig, subconsciously begging for help.
 
The boys were oddly silent as they played through the game. They had tossed their bets in as the cards were revealed. There were the first three cards that were revealed. It called for them to check. Berry was the first up. And then came Santa, who threw in a few chips.

"Raise ya ten," Santa said.

"What the--!" Jose exclaimed, unsure of the bet.

"I said 'raise ya ten' ya idiot," Santa clarified. "Either add an extra ten or fold."

Jose smirked, throwing in his chips. Tony did just the same. As did Craig. He then remembered to look over at his guest.

"What you gonna do Avery," Craig asked, showing no sympathy in his eyes. He at least understood that she was a grown girl, and that she had to play games fairly. No helping. No cheating. Of course, when he looked at her, he caught a glimpse of under her blouse. It had exciting him a bit, and it didn't help that he could feel her brushing against his leg every so often.

"Let's go, Avery," Santa said jokingly. He then playfully kicked out his foot, brushing it closely against the girl's inner thigh.
 
The brush on her thigh jolted the girl who had sat silently frozen through the last few hands. An all too increasing reality had begun to materialize, she was well out of chips, now sixty dollars in the hole as it came to her turn to play the game. She was also no closer to getting into Mr. Craig's pants either, a fact that frustrated her increasingly. His un compassionate eyes also did not help, she had to please him some how.

"Heh..." is all she could say as it came to her. A nervous chuckle as she looked at yet nother unexplainable hand and no poker chips before her.
"I am out of uh... chips..." she shrugged her shoulders as she looked to Mr. Craig. There was no help from him, and the impatience around the table growing as she sat frozen.

That is when an idea came to her head... a foolish one.. but one that perhaps kept her in the game.

"I guess I have to strip... heh..." another nervous laugh. If anyone knew any better it would almost sound like a joke. To Avery's senses it sounded like one. But never the less she reached down and unclasped her heels, taking each off and setting them down in the middle of the table much like the chips.
"I hope thats acceptable I guess..." she said feebly.
 
Hearing the word strip caused most of the older men at the table to start drooling. As she pulled off one of her heels, the men knew that she may have actually been serious. Which raised a question on Jose: why was this girl bringing up the idea of stripping in a causal poker game. He wasn't complaining, but he felt there may have been something going on. He looked at Craig, seeing that the girl's words didn't phase him.

They each checked Avery's bet. Craig then placed the fourth card down. And they all checked. The final fifth card was shown and the men revealed their cards. Barry was the winner of that first game.

The night continued on for a while. In the passing time, they played five more rounds. Craig had won two, Berry won once again, and Jose had had the final two wins. Which meant that there were no wins for Avery.
 
Her heart pounded... this was it, it was do or die. Avery didn't know she was playing this sort of game this evening, or she would have dressed with a few extra things to try and stale. But staring at yet another losing hand and no chips she was forced to take off one of two things, her pants or blouse. Both had their merits or disadvantages, if she took off her blouse everyone would see her bra, but her pants she would be covered by the table and only Mr. Craig would see.

It made sense in her mind, her hand lay on the table to reveal what little she had, her face pale white as she stood up from her seat, the young girl the center of much attention and anticipation as the room went silent.

"Oh no Mr. Craig, I'm all out of chips again." She feigned a ditzy reaction as she stood close to her target, legs against his. Her hands unbuttoned her belt less pants, the zipper the only sound besides her heartbeat in the room. Fingers at her waist, she bent at the hips and faced her rear to Mr. Craig, her ass practically in his face as she shimmied her pants down off her hips and swiftly to the floor, her nude colored lace panties within a breath of her neighbor.

Avery stepped out of her pants, every lift of her leg outlining the lips of her labia in the nude fabric. It seemed she would even stall, purposefully brushing her ass on Craig's shoulder as she desperatel wanted his approval.

"I'm going to be chilly before soon." She gave a nervous giggle accompanied by an equally nervous smile to the room of men. The girl sat down once more, lower half visible to only those who sat next to her, but body leaning towards Mr. Craig.

"Deal me in." She innocent scrunched her shoulders and smiled.
 
The men around the table watched the girl strip in front of them, putting on one hell of a show. Craig, meanwhile, had his focus on shuffling the cards and get things ready for the next game. It was only when the girl's ass was bumping against his shoulder that he took notice of her. He looked up at the girl for a moment. Something in him got excited that he had a front row seat to her theatrics. Of course, the other men had been eye-fucking her all evening. Santahad snuck his phone out, making sure to record the girl's strip-tease.

"If you're getting cold there's no shame in dropping out," Craig said absentmindedly as he passed out the cards.

"I can help keep you warm as well," Jose teased, causing the other men to laugh a little.

The continued on to the next game. With each flip of the cards, the men checked without much thought. For four of them, they wanted to get to the end of this round as soon as possible. As it would turn out, it was Craig who won this round with a full house.

"You wanna go another round, kid," Tony teased to Avery. He lowered his hand down Avery's chair, daring his fingers to feel her ass. Although he wanted to squeeze it tightly, he petted her as if she were a kitten.
 
A squeeze would have felt less creepy than the soft pet the old wrinkled hand of the man gave her on the exposed skin of her cheek. When it touched her she flinched hard, nearly shaking the table as her heart beat increased exponentially. Her breathing also matched, eyes darting to Mr. Craig who just didn't seem bothered by her show. She winced slightly as the men whom she could care less about got the most out of the spectacle she made.

Yet determination is what drove her, no sense of cold would stop her, no matter how much Mr. Craig's uncaring wounded her. So when asked if she was playing the next round, there was only once answer.

"Of course I am... heh..." she nervously laughed once more as her eyes darted around. Her hands grasped the bottom hem of her blouse and quickly tossed it over her head, body now exposed more than ever as her nude colored bra covered her small tits. With much pride she didn't cover herself with her arms, she was going to own this. Tossing her blouse into Mr. Craig's lap she rested her head on her hand and picked up another hand as she looked around at the players.

"Maybe you'll have to keep me warm... as host Mr. Craig." She said with cracked and nervous voice as she say in her underwear.
 
"Well, I think I might have a spare blanket that you can borrow," Craig said to Avery. He noticed the strange smile on her face and smiled back.

Craig tossed the blouse onto the table, having it accompany the poker chips that were on the table. He dealt the cards and let them play. Just like before, they all checked, and Jose came out on top as the winner. He eagerly gathered his winnings, including the blouse that Avery had been wearing only a few moments ago. He held the blouse in his thick, rough hands, breathing in the scent.

"So, let's get started--" Craig began, but was interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. It was really off, since everybody he seemed to know was already in his house. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID, recognizing the name of his wife. "Sorry guys, gotta take this."

Craig stepped into the kitchen, answering the phone. His wife sounded distressed. Her car had suddenly blown a tire while she was on her way back. She wanted him to come by to help fix it. Craig did his best to explain to the woman that it was Poker night--and nothing disturbs Poker night--but she did not back down. Craig agreed that he would leave to get her, sighing as he hung up the phone.

"Bad news guys," Craig said as he made his way back to the table. "The misses is having some car trouble, which means I gotta go. You're more than welcome to anything I got." Craig was out the door before anyone can say anything.

The men look dumbfounded for several moments. They hadn't known Craig to leave game night. And then they all looked to Avery, their lust becoming visible on their faces. Tony placed his hand on the girl's thigh, making eye contact with the girl. "Ready for the next hand," Tony asked, hunger in his voice.
 
No matter how forward or how many hints she threw his way, Mr. Craig was just oblivious to the young and nubile girl next to him that wore only underwear. As he missed all the hints she starte to feel down, despite her ovaries being on fire she could not see a point in which she could win. Then of course came the moment when he took the cell phone call, she had thought with her hand she would be able to negotiate something like sitting in his lap next, but after hearing him in the kitchen it looked like he would be out of the picture.

"Oh... well... bye Mr. Craig." Her hand raised to wave. Yet suddenly there was a chill down her spine. Her clothes were on the table, only a bra and panties covering her must delicate areas as a group of older men whom were by no means as beautiful as Mr. Craig stared at her. Avery took a large gulp, she was most definitely stuck. Since a few of them had articles of her clothes as part of their winnings, there was no way she was getting those back, and there was no way she could run home like this.

Could she play to get her blouse and leggings returned?

Avery had a fools hope, but she first needed to buy in to this next hand. Their hungry eyes were on her.

"Of course..." she smiled to Tony, standing from the chair. Her hands slipped to the band of her panties, same logic as taking her leggings off first. Sliding them down off her hips and letting them fall to her feet, the men had a good view of the shaven front of her slit, and an even better one as she used her foot to pick up the panties before she sat down.

Her hands clasped on-top of her lap, nervous of what was going to happen. She threw her panties in the pot, white lace decorating the cash that sat there.

"Deal me in." She said sheepishly as she tried to remain as friendly as she could.
 
The four men in attendance watched as the girl stripped off her lace panties. Each of them were using their imagination for what they wanted to to Avery at this point. Some of the fantasies involved pinning her down onto the table. Others involved getting a taste of her clean slit. Their hearts were racing as she placed the panities on the table. Each man had their own prized piece of clothing from the girl that night, but this would be a unique trophy to win.

"Good girl," Tony said as he started to deal the cards.

This round of the game became much more intense than the others--so much so that there wasn't much chit-chat. However, there was a fair amount of raising of the bet. It got the the point where the girl's leggings were even up for grabs on the pot. Once the game ended, it was Jose who was the big winner of the round. He reached in immediately, giving little care for the chips that were on the table and reaching for the girl's underwear. He didn't care that he looked like a pervert; he took a big old whiff, causing his cock to stiffen.

"Looks like it's someone's lucky night," Santa commented, feeling disheartened by the loss.

"There's always time to turn your luck around," Jose said cheekily. He then turned his attention to the nude girl. "Maybe if you do a lucky dance as you place your bet, maybe this will be your winning hand."
 
It was all gone so fast. Avery had forgotten within the last hour that she knew nothing about actually playing poker. She had quite literally lost everything and her clothes because of it. There was however only one article left, her bra, which was the only thin protecting her entire body from the draft that her womanhood fet on the cold wooden chair.

All eyes were on her, it was as if they played this last hand specifically to ensure that she lost the last bit of dignity. But who was she to fool, she lost that dignity when she agreed to this stripping game, but it had all been for Mr. Craig. But with her older next door neighbor gone, there was little between her and his hungry friends. Avery in that sense didn't think she had much of a way out of this situation, she was just at their mercy.

Standing up, she leaned into the situation, hoping that the sight of her would be enough. reaching around, their eyes trailing her pussy and up her abdomen, she undid her bra with a nervous smile. Her small breasts fell a bit with gravity's pull The lace bra was tossed to the center pot just like before, and Avery as per the suggestion twirled around whole shaking her arms and hips in a very coy dance, ass and tits jiggling as she spun three times before them.

Quickly she sat down again, naked, tits out above the table, pussy cold on the chair. What would happen now....

"I feel like this is my hand ha..." she scratched the back of her golden hair, breast bouncing as her arm was raised, little pink nipples hard from the cold air.
"Deal me!" She shrugged her shoulders, playing the part of a confident young girl.
 
Wide smiles appeared on the faces of the men as they watched the girl shake her body around. From her small breasts to her tight-looking pussy, they were mesmerized by her figure. She was very young and great care of herself. Barry started to wonder what would've caused a young girl like Avery to strip off all of her clothes and feel like she had the possibility of winning.

"Where did Craig find this girl," Tony jokingly whispered to Santa.

This last hand of cards played out. This game was just as intense of the previous one. The pot grew to be of a great amount, this time also throwing one of her heels into the pot. After all the cards were played out, it was Tony who had won this hand with a full house. With all the cards revealed, it showed that Avery had the worst hand of the night, a 2 and a 3, not even matching suits.

"Looks like you have nothing else to bet," Santa said, getting up from his seat. As he started to approach her, the other men were following suit.

"Should we send her home like this," Jose said, placing a hand on the naked girl's shoulder.

"How about for this bet, she has to do something dirty," Tony added. "Give us a little show and we'll give you the chance to win back your clothes."
 
There she was sitting, all the old men of the room standing around her as she was naked. This was not turning out as planned, the cold hand placed on her shoulder giving her shivers as her skin from nipple to labia prickled. And what was worse is she could see the bulges in their pants. Luck was not on her side that night... and as the heat was rising in the room so were the stakes. Having lost another hand she had little leverage.

"Something dirty?" Her eyes were wide as she sheepishly smiled, trying to look at their eyes and not their bulges. Her hand picked up Jose's and scooted it off of her shoulder, crossing her arms across her body and beginning to look more and more nervous.

The instruction was vague, she hoped they didn't want her to go too far.
 
Jose smiled as he noticed the girl reject his touch. It was as reaction that each one of them expected. That said, he didn't find it discouraging, but as a challenge. All four men shared the same goal when it came to Avery. It was as if it were a silent agreement among the men.

"Well, seeing Tony was the winner of the last game," Barry started, placing a hand on the girl's bare back, "how about you give him a kiss. If he think's it's good enough, that will be your bet."

A mischievous grin appeared on Tony's face. He felt he had earned the kiss; he had one that game fair and square. Having her bra was nice, but he had been dying to touch the girl.
 
It seemed fair, it was giving very little on her part. Plus maybe the men standing around the nude girl would all sit down. Nodding her head in a soft and unconfident manner, Avery looked up at tony, moistening her lips a bit as she sat up straight in her chair.

Avery gave him a warm smile, trying to imagine in her head that it was Mr. Craig standing above her. Arching her neck she raised her head as much as she could, pushing out her lips and closing her eyes. Tony would have to meet her the rest of the wag for his prize.
 
Tony could feel himself becoming excited as the young girl approached him. She was as young as his daughters, but he felt no shame as he watched her nude body approach for his reward. He saw the girl stop just before his face. He leaned in, placing one hand on her shoulder as their lips met. A moment passed and he had his tongue enter the young girls mouth, taking in her sweet taste.

Tony was feeling extra daring as he entered the young girl's mouth. With his other hand, he placed his roughly on the young girl's chest. It felt smooth to the touch as he cupped his hand around the flesh. His thumb rubbed around her pink, perky nipple.
 
A stiff flinch was the response Avery had to the unwarranted groping of her nubile tit. The younger girl sat on her chair nude, looking up at the older man as his lips parted with hers. She would have thought that was not a high price, yet his hand grabbing her body in such a way told her she was in for an interesting night. Shiver ran down her spine as he squeezed her flesh and kneaded her nipples. Her hand rising up to push his away before too long as she nervously chuckled and looked to the dealer to deal her in to the next hand.

"Ok... well... deal me in." Her eyes darted around at the men who stared at her like wolves. A dread in her voice as she tried to sit up straight, conscious of her breasts being exposed to them. She clenched her thighs close together i case one of them decided to snap a pic under the table. At this point she just wanted her pants and blouse back, she could make it home commando no problem.
 
Tony wasn't too quick to break away from their kiss; he had to fight back the urge to do more to her. For a good few seconds after, he licked his lips, continuing to try to taste her. He only snapped out of it when Barry cleared his throat and he saw that it was his turn to bet. He looked at his cards; he didn't have the same luck as the previous hand. Still, he played the bet. Every bet seemed to be an opportunity to defile the girl even more. This same thought was shared amongst all the men in the room. If Avery dared to look under the table, she would see 4 perfectly pitched tents.

What Avery did not see was a winning hand. This time, it went to Santa. He let out a loud cheer when the cards showed that he won with a two-pair.

"Let me decide what she bets, I deserve it," Santa said, using all of his might to stay in his seat.

"Calm down," Barry returned, shuffling the cards. "You want a kiss from her too?"

"Yes, and I want to give her a good spanking," Santa said, followed by soft smacking sounds from his mouth. "I think five good spanks on your behind will do nicely."
 
She could not quite place where she had seen this man before, but in the pit of her bare stomach something was off about him. Laying down yet another flat hand she winced, her expression tense as she knew she would not go as a prize to the winner. All the money on the table didn't matter, just her flesh. Of course as the one they called Santa chuckled she froze, her heart racing as she wondered what he would do.

Yet his suggestion still seemed tame, she took a deep sigh at that. It had been awhile since her daddy gave her a good spanking, no one had dared to since, maybe it would be fun.

Standing up she dared a smile, swiping her blonde hair behind her ear as she walked towards the santa, keeping her side to him so that he could not directly look at her snatch. Daintily she leaned over sideways go him, bringing her lips close to his as she tried to enjoy it best she could, less they get angry with her.
 
Santa chucked to herself as he saw the girl approach her with a smile. Watching her body's posture, he knew that he had definitely met this girl before at his yearly gig. He couldn't recall what she asked for, but he remembered what it felt like to stick his fingers down her backside and touching her ass. Now, that same young lady was within his grasp again, teasing him with his naked body. He made a mental note to thank Craig for inviting him to his boring Poker nights; this was the most fun he had since Christmas.

Santa brought his lips to the girl, placing one of his hands behind her head. He forced his tongue into her mouth, not being kind in enjoying her taste. At the same time, his hand explored the side of her body. His fingers danced all the way down to her hip. Once he was comfortable, he raised his hand, giving her ass cheek a strong slap.

"Wow," Jose commented in a whispered tone. As he pulled out the phone to record the interaction, he stuck his hand in his pants, rubbing his cock through his underwear.

Santa let go of the kiss, a saliva string emerging from their lips. He pushed the girl against the table, pushing his seat back. He spanked the girl on the same cheek, making sure it had reddened. he slapped her a third time, aiming for the other cheek. One more slap, directly in the middle. For his final slap, he moved himself closer. As his hand started to swipe, it moved lower than the others. He slapped her right between both ass cheeks, his fingers swiftly digging in, getting a touch of her tight pussy.
 
Already the taste of bad breath, cigars, and booze in her mouth made her want to gag. A cruel mixture of filth that was not meant for a pretty maid like herself. She had noticed Jose pull out his phone, her mind desperately hoped that didn't mean Craig was going to find out about this. Yet that thought was stricken quite literally from her mind as the old fat man slapped her ass hard on both cheeks.

"Eeeyah!" She yelped as he had shoved her against the table and gave her a playfully beating. The men were certainly getting more and more touchy, Avery wondered just how far all of this would go. But once Santa's hand flicked a bit lower, she had a distinct feeling she knew.

"Ahhh! Oh ok... no no." She turned quickly around, her small breasts jiggling as she wagged a finger at the old man and nervously laughed. She quickly found her seat once more, one arm across her chest and the other hand between her legs. It was almost hard to sit-down after that, her ass and now youn pussy stinging. Her eyes darted around with nervousness as she noted all the men watching her naked form.

"Ok we gonna play another round or what, I have clothes to win back." She said in a terse manner.
 
Santa manifested a cheeky smile on his face was Avery wagged her finger this way. He was enjoying the back-and-forth he was having with the girl--all the guys were. The next hand was passed to everyone, the next game starting. Before Santa picked up his cards, he brought his hand to his mouth, tasting the finger that flicked itself inside of the tight, young girl.

"You need to play with us more often, Avery," Jose said in a cool voice.

"Don't start with that," Barry said in a joking voice. "She probably thinks we're all old, dirty perverts, huh?"

"Especially Craig," Jose added, guffawing at himself.

With the start of another game, Tony tossed both of Avery's heels into the pot. He was very confident in his hand--a pair of Kings--and wanted to win some big money, or at least more clothing. That said, they matched the bets with money. The game played just like any normal round, however the pot was growing much more than usual. At nearly $80, plus the pair of heels, the final card was turned and everyone had to show their cards. The winner--with a three of a kind of Aces--was Avery.

"Well look at that," Tony said, surprised that her bad luck seemed to have come to an end. "Come get your winnings then. It'd probably ne nice to wear those heels again."

The pot with the girl's heels were strategically placed on the far end of the table where Avery couldn't easily reach. She would have to reach across the table, exposing her breasts to the men once more.
 
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