Beautiful Asian Girl Named Hearts, Part 1 SeXStoRY

So far, a lousy Saturday night. Why was I in the basement of this asshole’s house losing at cards? True, my four good friends were here with me, but I had lost over $400 already. I was a little d***k and very horny and there were no women around, and I didn’t give a shit for cards at that moment, and I wanted to go home. King was cleaning up. This was King’s house, or his basement anyway. He always made up come in by the basement, but it was the ultimate man cave. It had a full bar, big-screen TV, cushy poker table, and the walls were covered with museum quality sports memorabilia, mostly old Yankees stuff. Well, King could buy himself another nice autographed ball or part of a signed jersey just with what he won off me tonight. King was a huge asshole. He looked and acted like Donald Trump, if Donald Trump was about 80 pounds overweight. He was at least generous with the drinks, and he became more generous when we started losing, which was around 10 o’clock. Now it was almost 3 a.m. and we were all still sitting here losing money for some damned reason. My friends and I only came to King’s house when there was nothing else going on, and then, it was only because of Hearts. Hearts was King’s impossibly hot Asian wife. We called her Hearts because she made everyone’s heart flutter, just like we called King … well, King, because he acted like a fucking King. Hearts was a petite and gorgeous Asian dream. She was about 5’8” with long straight black hair, a perky chest, just enough to fill out a low-cut shirt, which she always wore, and her tight ass filled her stylish jeans. What she married King, nobody knew. She couldn’t have been more than 23, and I was at King’s 40th birthday two or three years back. The rumor at the pub was that he was on the board of her college and had plucked her right off of the campus. Sometimes Hearts would deal cards for King when we got started, but she usually got bored after an hour or two and then went off to do something else. We had longingly bade goodbye to Hearts at just after midnight when she said she was going to bed. We watched her slender hips and tight ass wiggle in her jeans as she walked up the basement stairs. Now we were putting up with King’s smugness as he realized he had just about entirely cleared out all five of us. The five of us were a group of friends who hung out every weekend. I was called Jack, because I was most attracted by women…especially Asian women…especially Hearts. I had jacked while thinking about Hearts more times than I wanted to admit. Then there was Ace, because he was a great card player, great at all sports and bar games really, and he usually won any game of chance. Not tonight, though. Then there was Ten. Ten was called ten because the ladies usually were most attracted to him. He was a good-looking guy. Then there was Spade, who was not a black guy. Spade was called Spade because he wasn’t too bright and wanted to know why they called the procedure they did to cats after a suit of cards. Nine was a black guy, though, and the reason we called him nine doesn’t take much explaining. We were all sitting with our face in our hands now as King continued to talk shit, still pacing around the room, waiting for us to put some more money on the table. I figure we had collectively blown about $3,000. I saw Ace preparing to pack it in, and Nine was following suit. I was thinking it was a good idea when I looked up and saw Hearts’ legs coming down the basement stairs. She was wearing only a black silk nightgown that went half-way down her hips. I could clearly see the matching lace silk panties underneath as she descended. Her hair, normally very straight, was teased back and almost wavy, as if she had been sl**ping and had been too hot and woke up to check on her husband. I watched her thighs, knees, legs and feet intently. This was by far the most I had ever seen of Hearts. She looked at us as if a little surprised to still see us all here and then walked over to King and started to rub his shoulders. “You are still playing?” she asked, her lovely soft voice giving just the hint of a lisp, suggesting English had not been her first language. King let his hand wander down lazily to her perfect thigh, rubbing up and down. “Think we just finished the last round, didn’t we boys? They were just packing up.” From across the table, Ace said: “Fuck it: Double or nothing!” We all looked at Ace with surprise. King just laughed. “Anyone else?” he asked. I drained the last of my drink. “I’m in,” I said. “But if I win, I just want my money back and . . . I get to fuck your wife.” Nine, Ten and Spade laughed and hooted. I don't know what gave me the courage to say that, it was a stupid thing to say, but it put some energy into those guys. I mostly said it because I was d***k and bored and didn’t give a shit, but I was also pretty sure Ace didn’t have the funds to cover it if he lost. Ace took my cue: “I’ll offer the same stakes Jack is giving.” King looked at me and smirked. “You little fucker. You haven’t won a hand in the last ten. I’ll take your bet!” “Then I’m in too, shit!” said Spade, and Nine and Ten. King looked at all five of us, a hard frozen stare. He never looked at Hearts. “You’re gonna lose then,” he said. “And you better have the money to cover it. And when you pay up, you’re gonna get the fuck out of here.” He picked up the deck and handed it over his shoulder to Hearts. Hearts was the one that had started out the evening dealing us only crap cards, so that by midnight we were hopelessly behind. Now she shuffled the cards deftly without looking at them and dealt around the table, to Ten, Nine, Me, Ace, Spade. I looked at my cards and then glanced around the table. My buddies were all too expert to give anything away. King, forget it. I had a crap pair, and that was it. I took out three cards to throw back. I looked up at Hearts, if nothing else, to gain some more masturbation material for the bundle I was surely about to lose. She was frowning at me. I looked back at the cards I was about to throw back and kept the high one, a king. Then I tossed the other two back. I thought I caught her grinning at Ace, too. We all took cards, including King, who took two. Hearts passed out new cards, and King said: “Call!” “Three of a kind!” said Spade. “Full House!” said Nine. I looked at mine and let out a sigh of relief. I had a king to match the one I kept. “Two pair,” said Ten. “Me too,” I said. “Small straight,” said Ace with a grin. “Fuck!” King said loudly, tossing down a pair in disgust. He got up so fast the chair fell backwards, and he kicked it across the room. Me, Spade, Nine and Ten went for another drink at the bar. Ace said a little music was in order. Hearts leaned up against the card table watching all of us. The next time I looked over, Hearts was sitting on the table with her legs dangling off. Ace was going through King’s extensive CD collection and found the one he wanted. It was “The Doors.” We heard the opening riff for “Love Me Two Times” and Spade let out a loud yee-haw. Ace cranked the music. Hearts smiled at us and stretched her arms above her head, then lay back on the card table and pulled herself all the way across the table. Her body was now stretched out fully on the table, her head hanging over the far side, her toes s**ttering the chips and cards around, knocking them off the table. This left a lot of bare stomach exposed, and I could see all of the black lace panties. She looked over at… me, and smiled. I ran my hand along her smooth cheek and brushed her hair. She took my left hand and brushed the backs of my fingers over her lips. Then she opened her lips and sucked on my index finger. I dared to reach my right hand to touch her thigh and run my hand over the incredibly soft flesh of her knee and calf -- she bent her knee so I would have better access. By then, Ten had slid the left strap of her negligee down to her elbow, showing her breast and dark nipple. He began to tease it and Hearts reacted by writhing under his touch, discharging a stack of chips onto the floor. King was leaning against the wall, glaring at us, whether in shock or passively honoring the bet no one could tell. Hearts had taken over teasing Nine’s index finger as she had mine. “Lookie what I got for you,” he said, unzipping and showing her his huge cock, already hard. He gripped it and rubbed it against her cheek, along her hair, her eyebrow, down along her nose, her chin, neck, rubbing his cock all over her face and teasing her while she waited patiently with her lips parted, moving erotically under Ten’s touches. I was playing with her right nipple now. Ace had the heel of her bare foot pressed into the bulge in his jeans, and he was rubbing her leg with his hands as her foot rubbed against him. Spade had come up alongside me and was rubbing her mons through the black silk. She opened her legs further for him, and his fingers crept along the offered valley, down into that unimaginably fine land that we had only dreamt about. We had often fantasized about fucking Hearts, because she was by far the best looking woman that we were on speaking terms with. Just last week we had had a long discussion about gang-banging her. “We should bukkake her,” Ace had said. “Get her to dress up like an anime girl or something and just all jizz on her.” “I say just play for her and fuck her all in a row,” Ten said, winner goes first, and second gets sloppy seconds on down the line.” “Me in her pussy, Ace in her ass, she sucks ten and jacks Nine,” said Spade, “and Jack and King can stand there and jack!” We all had a good laugh about that, imagining what we would do to poor Hearts if we had the chance. And now we had the chance. And she was up for it. Spade had found the crease of her black lace panties and pulled them aside, showing a perfectly tight, pink wet pussy, shaved, with an exposed and expressive little clit that begged to be teased and sucked. He ran a finger along the glistening crease, and Hearts moaned at his touch. She opened her mouth and gripped Ten’s cock, holding it against her lips as her tongue lolled out to lick the head. I pinched her nipple and grabbed the first thing I could find – her left hand – and kissed it deeply and passionately. Her eyes darted over to me, Nine’s cock between her lips, and reached her hand down below the table to unbuckle my belt. I helped her unbuckle and unzip my jeans. Hearts’ slender hands slid between my jockeys to find my rigid cock. She began to rub it between her thumb and forefinger, smiling mischieviously at me as she did it. She blew me a kiss and then turned her head away from me, toward Nine, and took the head of his cock fully in her mouth. As Hearts began stroking my cock, I looked back over my shoulder at King. He had pulled himself up to a barstool and had poured himself a big drink. He was sitting there staring at the floor, but I saw his eyes dart up and meet mine for a second, and then we both looked away. Spade’s finger slipped inside Hearts’ cunny up to the second digit, and she let out an amazingly hot little gasp and moan, her lips opening up on Nine’s cock for the first bit, then sliding up it as she moaned, throwing her hips forward onto Spade’s index finger, all the while not missing a rhythm while rubbing my cock. Ace had taken out his cock and was rubbing it all over Hearts’ ankle and foot. During this time, Hearts had pulled out Nine’s cock and started stroking it. She had guided him up alongside Ten and now switched off, leaning up on her left shoulder to suck on his cock stroking on Nine’s then taking a pull on his, and back and forth, all the while stroking me with her left hand as Spade fingered her. He had one finger fully inside her and was banging away between her legs. I let my hand slip down to her mound and felt the soft wisp of slight hair there, then the open crease of the outer labia, then the hood, and then the now open, white and wet clitty button, which I rubbed with my thumb. “Mmmmm….” Hearts said. She pulled herself inward, sitting on the table, cross-legged, so that none of us were touching her. She reached across her chest and then pulled her night-gown off, showing full topless. Then she leaned back and pulled down the bottoms so that she was totally naked. She wiggle-hopped from side to side until her legs dangled off the table between Nine and Ten, taking each of their cocks in her left and right hands, respectively. She began to suck on them while the rest of us just stood there, amazed, sort of half-stroking our idle cocks, watching Hearts work on our friends. Her head bobbed with animation as she sucked and stroked them in tandem, turning from one to the other, coaxing their cocks closer and closer together until she stuck out her tongue and took both of the heads of their cocks on the tip, then wiggled the tip back and forth between them. Soon she had both of their cocks into the either side of her mouth, though she managed them both in and out in quick succession – wrapping her left leg around Nine and spreading her right leg wide open with her right foot kicking over a drink and resting in a drink slot on the card table, exposing her pussy and inviting play. Ten slid a finger insider her as she sucked his cock. The other three of us drifted around to watch from different angles. Hearts pushed Nine back for a second and buried her face on Ten’s cock. He began to moan and cum, grabbing the back of her hair and mussing it up, moaning loudly. She worked her head back and forth on him fast, for a while, pulling away with a long bridge of creamy white between them. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and turned to Nine, giving him her full attention. He didn’t last a full two minutes before he was moaning like Ten, cumming in Hearts’ mouth as she sucked and stroked rapidly on his cock. Hearts grinned at the three of us standing there, a thin stream of cum hanging from her chin, leaking onto her thigh. “Who’s next?” she asked. Ace and Spade elbowed me out of the way as the Doors went into “Roadhouse Blues.” I mentally bet myself she would be done with them, and ready for me, before that song ended. She took both of their cocks and rubbed them on the sides of her cheeks, then slid them inside her willing mouth. Spade spunked first, letting out an ear-shattering cry as he came, throwing himself backwards in pure ecstasy. I laughed. Spade had tried to tell me Asian women were nowhere near as good as a big-titted, blonde American woman. I wondered how he felt about it now, after fingering her tight cunny for a few minutes before getting one of the best blowjobs I’m sure he would ever get in his life. Ace held out another couple of minutes, moaning and calling her a sweet little hotty, a good little wife, a hot little piece of ass. He kept getting dirtier, but she didn’t seem to mind. He asked her if she liked sucking his cock, and she grinned, stuck out her tongue and leered. “Oh shit! I want my cum all over your face… take it out and shoot my cum right in your fuckin’ eye! Is that okay?” Ace said, out of his mind with alcohol and lust. She pulled back and stroked his cock half a dozen times, and we saw Ace unload what looked like a month’s worth of cum, shooting in wave after wave onto her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, into her hair. At last he was finished, and he pulled off his t-shirt and very chivalrously handed it to Hearts. She wiped away the worst of it and then leaned back, looking around, long white ribbons of cum still streaking her black silky hair. She said, in her slight accent: “Who didn’t go yet?” Here eyes were on me.