A Pet's Christmas to remember. (Adult)

She was nervous as Master told her what she was going to do for him tonight. Tonight was Masters poker night, and it was Christmas eve, three of his best friends were coming over for the game. She was to be his ante (and their gift) for the evening. Eyes downcast she was nervous and worried, she chewed on her lip, wondering how she could do this. Master noticed and asked what she was feeling about it. She stammered out a mumbled answer, then thought better of it, remembering what had happened the last time she held back her feelings. "Master I'm scared" she replied. Gently he brought her chin up to look him in the eyes and said softly, You are Mine, I will not let any harm come to you. She smiled at the softly spoken words and felt a tingle at them, she did adore Him and would do anything to please.

Time passed in a blur and soon the "guests" would arrive for the game. The doorbell rang and Master told her to go greet his guests, "Yes sir", she said as she went to let them in. All three of them had arrived at once, towering over her she heard one of them say "nice tits", her eyes downcast as she led them into the parlor. Master had told her there would be no alcohol served before the game tonight, "for her protection" he had said, she was grateful for that at least. The Men settled down around the table and asked for soda's and eggnog which she was obliged to serve them. She turned to Master and said "The refreshments are set out, Sir". He smiled at her. "Thank you,pet". The men proceeded to eat the sandwiches she had made earlier as she stood against the wall. Her Master glanced at her, and noticed she was rubbing her fingertips together and biting her lip. "Pet?", "Yes Sir?".
Nodding he beckoned her over, "Come here, pet", pulling her close he whispered in her ear, "Relax, you will enjoy this pet, it will please me. Now smile". Her face lit up as her hand flew to cover her lips and she smiled. Please clear the table for us, it's time for "The Game". Her eyes widened at that, knowing that the time had come for her to fulfill Master's wishes for the evening. Clearing the table quickly, and taking all to the kitchen, she could hear the other men snickering as she walked away.

When she returned Master told her to stand next to Him as He explained the game to his friends. Gentlemen, tonight we play for stakes you will enjoy. I offer as my first ante the apron of our maid, if you win you can remove it and fondle and play with any skin uncovered until the next hand. Her heart beat a tattoo in her chest as these fateful words passed Masters lips.
Tonight as master had demanded of her, she was dressed in a skirt, apron with no bra, garter belt with stockings, thong and heels. Nothing else was allowed her. Master dealt out the cards and her fate was on the table. Frank, one of the players said I am gonna win this hand and pull and suck on those nipples till they are hard as a rock. It turned out he was right about the hand, he said, "Come here slut, let me see what you got". Pulling her roughly to himself and pressing her breasts against his chest, he reached around her and untied the bow of the apron. Ripping it off of her, he grabbed her nipples hard and pinched and rolled them between calloused fingertips. She didn't know what to feel, she was ashamed but excited, it hurt but felt good, she found herself getting wet. She was enjoying it! His mouth went to a nipple and he bit and sucked on it greedily all the while pulling on the other hard and twisting it. "Skirt" said master next as he dealt out the cards, Frank still sucking and pulling away at her tits. He was a pig, he wasn't gentle, but she was excited despite all that. His knee went between her legs and started rubbing her crotch and she moaned slightly, excitement rising as the others watched. Master smiled and reminded Frank that her crotch was not uncovered and was off-limits for now.

Master won the next hand, Frank still biting and sucking away, the other two men watching greedily, wondering when it would be their turn to "unwrap the present".  Master bet the skirt again, she squirmed on Franks knee, excitement mounting with every second as Master smiled at her. The third hand was won by Masters accountant Ralph, an unassuming man who was always nice to her when he came over. He smiled gently and helped her to remove her skirt, running his fingertips ever so gently over her ass cheeks, softly kissing her neck as he had her sit on his lap, his fingertips massaging and teasing. Her skin was afire from his ministrations, her panties soaking wet on his leg. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the light caresses, imagining they were Masters skillful fingers. She was so lost in the feeling she never even heard the next bet, time seeming to stretch forever. Reality intruded when Ralph lightly spanked her ass and turned her to the other man. Stavros was Masters personal trainer, a beautiful Greek man with the body of a God and eyes that melted hearts. She had been allowed a few times to watch them work out, Stavros's sweaty body the object of more than a few admiring looks from her in the past. Her panties were the bet and she dropped them immediately, the excitement of Stavro's touching her almost too much to bear.

Stavros had her bent over his lap, kissed each of her ass cheeks delicately,
kneading them with knowing fingers, she was so wet, she wanted something inside her, anything at this point. All of a sudden he started raining slaps on her ass, loud and hard, she jumped not expecting it then thrust her ass upward, meeting the blows. One of his hands went between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit as the spanking continued. Soon a finger,then two entered her wet, willing haven, his thumb rubbing in time with his finger thrusts. She looked to Master, His knowing smile wide on his watching face. She begged with her eyes, he knew what she wanted, she wanted release. She would not cum until Master said she could, that was the first rule learned when he chose her. Her excitement was evident to all, she could not help dripping all over Stavro's fingers, her impassioned moans escaping every hard slap. Master smiled with a twinkle in his eye, and gave the most imperceptible of nods, granting her her release. She spread her legs as far as she could and buried those fingers deep inside and clenched hard as they rubbed her G-spot. Stavros felt her cumming and twisted his fingers round and round, in and out as she screamed in pleasure and excitement.

Trembling, legs like rubber, she twitched her satiated well, fingers still inside massaging, prolonging the orgasm, red hot ass burning, pleasure and pain incredibly satisfying.
Several more hands were played, she went from one to the next in a daze, the pleasure mounting again and again without release. Brought to the pinnacle only for Master to nod no, not this time.
Soon afterward the game was over, exhausted, yet feeling a need only Master could satisfy. She watched through lidded eyes as Master himself ushered them out and wished them a good night and Merry Christmas. Locking the front door he stood and stared, smiling to himself and slowly approached. Leaning over he whispered  "Pet , I am proud of you, did you enjoy yourself?" With downcast eyes I admitted yes, I had. I could hear the smile in his voice as he told me Merry Christmas and kissed me gently. Then told me to go shower, that it would be His turn when I returned.