Glamkore – Alexis Crystal poker game turns into DP session

Title: Alexis Crystal’s Poker Face Hides Her True Intentions

The Benfica poker scene was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of expensive whiskey and even more expensive cologne. Around the velvet-covered table sat a handful of Europe’s most elite bachelors, their eyes hidden behind designer shades, their minds sharp as lasers as they silently weighed their hands. Amidst this sea of masculine bravado, one woman stood out like a breathtaking mirage – the incomparable Alexis Crystal.

At 5’10” with a body that could make Venus weep with envy, Alexis commanded attention the moment she glided into the room. Her platinum tresses cascaded over her bare shoulders like a waterfall of liquid silver, drawing the eye to her perfect cleavage, accentuated by a black lace corset. The cinched waist flowed seamlessly into hips that were made for sinking one’s hands into. Slit-skirted leather trousers clung to her like a second skin, the pencil-thin stilettos on her feet exquisitely wicked.

As Alexis took her seat at the table, the room silenced. All eyes, even those shielded by expensive shades, gravitated to her like bees to a honey pot. She arched a perfectly sculpted brow and flashed a bone-melting smile, a smile that whispered “I dare you.” And oh, how they dared…

Alexis was a master at her game, a game that went far deeper than simply dealing cards. She knew just when to lean forward, allow her cleavage to spill tantalizingly over the corset, and flash a peekaboo of her black lace bra. The men around the table, usually so cool and collected, began to squirm in their seats. Perspiration formed on their brows as they struggled to maintain their poker faces.

But Alexis wasn’t content with simply flustering these men. No, she wanted to destroy them. Totally and utterly. Her long-nailed fingers, painted a deadly red, deftly flipped over card after card, each reveal like a mini-orgasm, building the tension to unbearable heights. The chips piled in front of her, as did the clothes strewn across the room.

First went the corset, discarded with a flippant indifference that was incredibly sexy. Her bare breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, stood proud and aloft, as if begging to be touched. The singe of her heated gaze could’ve wilted a man’s composure, never mind his tentpole in his trousers. The more she revealed, the more their balls tightened, the more their cocks strained against their designer fabric. She was playing the both of them and they were too far gone to object.

And then, like a tower-specific tornado, she was on them. Straddling and bouncing and grinding her barely-covered pussy against their bulges. Caging one man’s head with her arms as she wrapped her lips around the other, swallowing him down cartoonishly, her throat bulging obscenely. This wasn’t a striptease, this was a total body takeover.

Alexis’ hips jerked hypnotically, her heels digging into their thighs as she ground her barely concealed slit against their painfully hard erections. Her long nails scratched at their chests, their backs, leaving angry red welts in their wake. The harder they bucked, the more brutal her gyrating, the wetter she became.

Strokes of her tongue slid mercilessly up and down their shafts, tracing every vein, every ridge. Drool dripped down her chin as she shoved them deeper, her throat spasming around their throbbing cocks. She was glutted on dick, high on the power of having two suitors unable to resist her allure.

They were sharing her, but she owned them. Completely. Body, mind, soul – theirs were hers, blindly and gladly. Their fingers struggled to unzip her trousers, to get at the prize of her drenched slit, but she swatted them away like bothersome gnats.

She sat up imperiously, her heaving chest flushed and slick with sweat, and looked them dead in the eye. “Beg,” she panted. “Beg for my pussy.”

Their words were a garbled mess, torn from their throats as they slumped, spent, into their chairs. She smiled approvingly, like a queen surveying her kingdom, and finished stripping off her trousers with the sort of efficiency that only comes from practice. A tiny lace thong wafted to the floor, discarded like the silk handcuffs they would never wear.

Alexis stood before them, completely bare, a goddess in the flesh. She gripped the backs of their chairs, her thighs spread even as her calves remained locked in stilettos, and lowered herself onto their eager cocks. Two at once. She took them both so well, her cunt inhaling them like oxygen, their balls slapping against her ass in a steady, punishing rhythm.

Her tits bounced ridiculously as she bucked, the lighting highlighting each shiny ripple and stretch. The men were lost in her tight, wet clutch, drunk on the smell of her arousal. She was wildly vocal, her moans and grunts and curses a symphony of debauchery. Each slam of her hips, each twist of her cunt milked them closer and closer to completion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!” she screamed, her voice ripping through the room like shrapnel. Her grip on the chair tightened, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm crashed over him. The men, driven by the power of her release, followed close behind, screaming obscenities into her hair as they emptied themselves deep inside her greedy cunt.

Alexis collapsed, her body still twitching from the sheer power of her orgasm, her men still buried in her quivering depths. As the dust settled and the adrenaline tapered off, a slow clap broke the charged silence. Alexis turned her head wearily, her cheek still pressed to the sweaty chest of one of her lovers, to see the other men around the table, all with shit-eating grins splayed across their faces. “Bravo,” one of them rasped. “Bravo indeed.”

Hearing her applause snapped Alexis out of the post-coital haze. With almost superhuman speed, she leveraged herself off the cocks still entrenched in her aching pussy and scampered off, leaving two half-naked, completely nonplussed men in her wake. She had gotten her validation, now it was time to get her winnings.

Alexis scooped up her chips and clothes with lightning quick movement, too focused and fucked out to spare her conquests a second glance. As she pulled on her corset, she paused and looked at her lovers over her shoulder. “Gentlemen,” she purred, “same time next week?”

Sure enough, they were there. And the poker game turned into a full-blown orgy, Alexis the star and her lovers the extra special prizes. But that’s a story for another time.