STRIP POKER - The June Clementine Edition
 
 
  June Clementine was the kind of girl you might see in a old western saloon, todays authentic modern-day cowgirl. Her daddy raised her on a twenty acre ranch so a corse she'ed been no stranger to hard work and toil, needless to say this didn't hurt her perfect physique much either. Since her daddy never had any other kids, he invested all he knew into this young lady, now to the ripe age of 27, she'ed long moved away from her daddies ranch and got a place of her own three miles to the south from where her daddy lived. She'ed become quiet the miss independant, her daddy teaching her that the sky was the limit and to never stop until she was content. She went to The University of Austin Texas for her Docterate in Law. Excelling much more rapidly then any of the rest of her class, she'ed already graduated far earlier then the rest of them to the ring of six instead of eight years. June already owned her own business and in two years had already been titled esquire. She had a 2012 GT Mustang, she'de always kept in mint condition, as her daddy taught her all the ins and outs of automechanicry and the sorts, any guys dream come true. While grownin up her dad taught her to play cards in his spare time, when he'ed get tired in the hot Austin sun after a while from the daily tasks he'ed set out for. She always payed close attention through her constant drilling, and not to her daddies suprise became the better of the two at it. In her teen-aged years June became quite the regular bar hopper and boy did she know how to play a mean deck of cards. Her games were anything from 21 to hearts to rummy, she knew them all. June could outshuffle any casino card dealer without any effort, after many a years practice, beating nearly all competition she'ed ever come across.
 
  She wore a white cowgirl hat made from alligator leather, which complimented her curly blonde hair and sharply-lined jaw structure. She had care-worn dark blue eyes that looked like a pair of lapis lazuli and one could get lost whilest staring at them. She adorned her pouty full lips with dark red 'Lancome' lip liner which was very attractive to behold. It is believed in the native american culture if someone takes your picture your soul would become trapped inside it, that girl had the same kind of effect on any a local male folk who lived there, who'ed stare at her as she'ed walk by, or sat down at the pub for some of her drinks of choice like Jack Daniels whiskey, a margireta on the rocks or lastly but not leastly her favorite Russian Bacardi with Coke, and not suprisingly the local girls in the pub were always jealious of her as well. She whore a halfway buttoned-up plad shirt, with no bra, which gorgeously complimented her ample clevage. Her pearshapped figure fit nicely into her Cowboy-cut Natural Rise rangler jeans, that tucked into her Route 66 Women's-Honors' cowgirl boots. She had a southern Austin Texas cowgirl accent that twanged appropriately as she'ed talk. One night when June was at the 'Gravel Pit' bar and grill near her home town in Austin, she was sittin down for her evenin drink, when she noticed a young guy sittin down for some roomservice at the dining table near where she was sittin that she'ed never seen before. She noticed he had a skateboard underneath the table where he was sittin.
 
  Mark was from Ohio, he idlized Tony Hawke, he'ed gotten bout four tattos on his body total, since he basically studied and admirred him his whole teenage life, though he was now 29 years old. He had short brown hair, he wore a black long sleeve shirt with a wife beater over the top of it, some blue skater pants with some white socks and some Vans shoes, he had city boy written all over him. Mark stared at the floor after what was about fifteen minutes in the bar and grill, after noticing these tables didn't have any menus. June could tell he wasn't from round here, cause he obviously wasn't accustomed to the self help bar and grill method of gettin up to let the bar tender know what you might like to drink. She kindly got up out of her stool and walked towards the 'tourist' table to offer her own two cents. "Hey there... you aren't from round here are you boy?" said June. "Here in this bar you are gunna have to do better then sittin down at the table to get your drinks, go over to that nice man over there in the black vest with the black hat acting like civil person should, and have him get you a drink!" she giggled to herself. Snapping back to attention after his mind was wondering in and out of daydreams, Mark looked up from the ground all the way to June's perfect breasts, staring at them for nearly a minute, finally finding the lips that had spoken that message, he saw that they belonged to this sexy goddess of a cowgirl, nearly lost for words getting lost in June's eyes, Mark gulped and replied "Uh, I'm sorry... I.. I.. I uh didn't mean any offense..."
 
  "You sure you aint lost,? (truth be told, Mark had accidently taken a wrong turn, was looking for directions and had came about this place totally by accident seeking help to get back to his original destination), "You act like you've never spoken to a girl before!" June said snidely as she knew she had put this poor boy under a trance. "So, whats your name city boy?" said June, heart pounding, Mark finally replied with, "Mark... Mark Hopkins." As June continued to look him over she noticed he had a deck a cards sittin on his table, "He probably figures himself for a good card player," she said under her breath as she slightly chuckled. Truth be told he had only dabbled in cards a little bit whilst passing time waiting for his friends at bus stops, playing silly games like speed and war.
 
  With what seemed like an epiphany an idea had sprang to Junes' mind, smiling with an almost mock-like grin, she walked away from their table and headed over to the bar to talk to Tom the bartender. June had been such good friends with Tom Jenkins over the years, she'de actually gone out with him for a while before they decided to break it off and just stay as friends, and so they did. Staring over at June from their table Mark noticed June whispering something in the bartenders ear. "Thats odd," thought Mark to himself as he continued to wait at his table. The bartender nodded at June and handed his bar and grill keys to her and so that only she could hear what he was saying Mark told her to lock up after she was done. It was already 11:00p.m., so needless to say everyone else had already gone home. Walking over to the bar and grill doors, June locked up tightly the only doors that exsisted as an exit for the bar, paying close attention to make sure all the curtins were closed and the blinds down. June with a widemouthed toothy grin tilted her head back and dropped the keys into her throat, with an audible gulp swallowing vigorously the keys from her mouth to her throat to her stomach all in one go. Turning her attention directly to Mark she then stared deeply into his eyes, piercing his soul.
 
  Mark sat there in his wooden seat, dumbfounded and awestuck at what he just witnessed, he gulped as he watched June eyeing him continually inching her way back over to his table, she grabbed the chair next to where Mark was sitting and whilst seductively eyeing him slowly but purosefully gave him an eyefull of her ample clevage in the process. Bending over so that her face was directly in front of his she began her little game saying, "So you play cards huh, well whats your game Mark?" Mark just sat there spellbound staring at her lovely breasts and face, his heart pounding in his ears. "What is she on about?" Mark asked himself, as he couldn't put a finger on it. There was no way she could be attracted to him he thought, as he figured she was way out of his league. He was at a loss for words, so she continued again, "Whats the matter? cat got your tongue boy? well speak up! Can't decide, well how about strip poker, every hand won or lost, one of us has to take off an article of their clothing starting from the head down," she said smiling. "If you are left at the end of this game with no clothing on and no more cards to play, you forfit leaving this bar and grill for the rest of the night, and you have to let me have my way with you!" For the life of him, he could not figure out what the hell she was talkin about but he smiled none the less. An amazingly gorgeous girl he'ed never before previously met acting as if she needed to force herself on him, hell any guy in their right mind would love to have a night with her. Though the paings of rationality where gnawing at the back of Marks mind, he decided to ignor them as he wanted to see how this evening might play out, so he decided to give into her little game, "What could it hurt?" Mark thought.
 
  As the corse of the night went on, with her expert prowess in the field of card playing, June with a female but preditorial grin smiled at Mark, as she hadn't lost a piece of her clothing to this poor bucko, she mused laughing quietly but somewhat wicked-like to herself. She already knew well in advance, Mark couldn't hold a candle to her talent, which made that game to her that much more exciting as she would be able to watch in gleefull triumph, his demise. While on the other hand, Mark who was on a losing streak all night, the only thing you might have considered as an article of clothing that was left on him was his tattoos, losing to her winning hand time and time again he'ed become completely nakid as the day he'ed been born. He couldn't figure out why the hell she was lickin her lips, though the treatment turned him on to no end. Mark had been spending so much of his life in dedication to learning the art of skateboarding, he'ed never really had any time for girls he thought. So needless to say with the attention he was getting under the gaze of a cowgirl goddess, this poor virgin was at the mercy of a talented killer, as his now nakid form could in no way hide his raging hard-on. "Ohhhh, is that for me big boy?" June mused to Mark. "Time to collect on our deal Mark Hopkins...pause... Deal? Deal? mark thought to himself.
 
  June ordered Mark to get off of his chair and stand directly in front of her. Odd request but ok, he decided he would go along with it. With her lace-gloved hands, June slowly but expertly and ravenously clutched onto Marks raging boner, precum already cusping out of his tip, she started to fist it in and out ever so slowly. With the expert-like hands of June and the inexperianced and untried penis of Mark Hopkins' body, the poor boy was cummin in a matter of seconds, she gleefully but greedily devoured his semin, as it continued to poor down her throat. As disappointing to her as this was, she'ed kinda expected it. This however, did not deture her in her corse of action. She with a seductive like look, came upon Marks shaft with her open maw and immediately barried his dick all the way up to its hilt in less then four seconds. She didn't stop there, with some kind of vacuum like suction she'de impossibly been able to take all of his cock and groin into her mouth. With great determination in a preditorial like manner, June bobbed up and down on Marks penis, for what seemed like an eternity to him, mercilessly sucking the life blood out of his body, sucking so hard, nearly all of the blood left his head as it had to doctor in response to its own defense, the head of his penis. This was one greedy woman Mark thought to himself, but hell, why should I care, he thought to himself; he was getting the most amazing attention of his life, any mans wet dream. Without warning something unseen hit him like a speeding bullet right in the chest. He went immediatly dizzy, his body started to tingle at his hips, then down to his other extremities. Last but not least, he could no longer feel his face, he'ed lost all muscular capability in his body. He began to panic, he tried to scream out for help, but all he could manage was a small nearly unaudiable "help"..... he then fell to the floor and passed out.
 
  Her secret plan had finally come into action, laughing loudly in her atrocious lust, she knew she had Mark. To the unawares of Mark, June's lip liner had a paralitic toxin that caused nearly immediate paralysis, yet another area of study she had picked up while learning at Texas U. She learned of a spider that lived in Southern Australia called the Redback who's venom was enough to paralyze a full-grown African elephant. From one of the many friends she had made whilst going to school, she had requested a vial of the substance from their local school lab for a few sexual favors. "Men are such simple creatures," she thought to herself. June learned that if she used a very fineite amount of this toxin on her skin over time, her body could build up antibodies, making her eventually immune to all of its side effects. Under June's dominating and unforgiving will, Mark was at the mercy of a psychotic voraphiliac who for his luck happened to be a ravenous preditor. If Mark had known the type of danger he would have been in before he had come across this bar earlier, he may have been able to continue his life in the persuit of skateboarding, but now his old reality was becoming nothing more then a faint aspiration to this very abrupt end, now being destined to become nothing more then the juicy fat on June's tits and ass.
 
  With June's arms using leverage as her guide, she pulled Marks nearly lifeless and limp body onto the table. Now that Mark's body was in a completely supine position, the rest of this vore act would be simple enough. Since Mark was pretty much dead weight at this point, June had to use Marks own weight against himself to help him down her throat. June got up on the table with her ass in the air like she was about to take it doggy style. She bent down to Mark's feet and popped her mouth out of socket to proceeded to unhinge her jaw until it was twice the space needed to fit a six foot sub through. She wouldn't be able to spare much room to get this boy down her throat as she knew she had to act fast and time it just right. For desired effect she hadn't used a ton of the toxin because she wanted him to be aware and awake to witness the final ending of his epic vore-like death. With his feet now in her mouth, she took time in relishing the shockingly amazing flavor of his feet's skin as she continued to lap his feet suckling on them, pulling them in and out of her mouth like they were some kind of lollypops, continually circling them with her tongue. She looked up at Marks face as she could feel him stirring by all the attention his feet were receiving, she could tell the toxins where beginning to ware off, so sadly she had to end her teasing and tasting.
 
  Moving like a stalking tigress of the African savana but looking more like a vacuum tube her tight lips began to edge their way over marks calves. Moaning open-mouthed to herself with his devine flavor, she continued to crawl forward on the table forcing her mouth up and over his knees. Then as she edged up towards his groin she knew she had come across a new challenge, his wider torso. Placing his hands at his sides, until the boy looked like he was standing at attention, she effortfully but as surely sucked his entire hips and ass into her ravenous mouth in less then two minutes. Now his arms being pinned to his sides she could now work more freely as she didn't have to support most of his movements with her arms. Using leverage she righted herself up off the table, now standing verticle to the ground, Mark's body was now aided in his decent by gravity. Not wanting to have such a delicious piece of meat go down into her belly unflavored and unsalted she thought up one more devilish plan. "Mark's cum tasted delicious before, I am sure it will add to the flavor of his body as it enters into my stomach, and also act as a natural lubricator to get him down more rapidly into my belly when he becomes more fully awake." So once again in her skillful and never ending sexual lustful way she sucked hard again on his midsection, proding his penis hole with her tongue unrelenting. Though Mark was still in a subconscious state, June could feel Marks groin hardening immediately to the renewed pace of her sexual fire. Now Marks whole body was beginning to stiffin up and become rigid. He was nearing the edge of another rapturous orgasm. She knew it would only be a matter of moments now. She kept moving her tongue around over and under his shaft, licking underneath his scrotum , stimualating his bodies surface on every each of his being, his fallis becoming ever more blood-engorged. The final termination of this boys body was at hand, she felt Marks body tense up in response to all this sexual upheval, as he came so hard that it woke him from his subconscious state to a deafening reality as he saw his body inside June's mouth in utter disbelief.
 
  Though to late for his own survival, Mark had seen his body inside June's maw. He was already cumming inside of her, shooting load after load into her beautiful mouth. Staring directly into his eyes, she knew she had won her prize. She didn't need to bother swallowing his cumming as she had no gag reflex. Acting as a natural lubrication he was now ready for his final decent into the abyss. Letting go of Mark inside her mouth, June fully reopened her throat entrance and swallowed thunderously loud. Mark screamed at the top of his lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... his words were immediately cut off as she had finished the rest of Marks body from his groin up in less then two seconds, thanks to her proper planning, this had worked better then she had originally ever hoped for or conceived. Now with Mark successfully deposited in her stomach she could go on about her business. She could feel Mark struggling violently inside of her. She began to finger at her panty covered crotch in response to this, treating the experience as an orgasmic episode of lust, as it was all for ever benefit anyway. The lust that had already been building up while swallowing Mark was enough in combination with her continued rubbing to bring her to new heights of sexual euphoria, she came harder then she had ever before in her life, having continued multipule orgasms. She had swallowed the bar and grill key for effect, she actually possessed another pair in her rangler jeans. Taking Marks clothes with her so that not to leave any suspicious activies behind, she stuffed his clothing into her satchel. She began rubbing her tummy, still feeling a few violet struggles from Marks body. After this continued movement, her stomach began to rapidly shrink, and in less then a few moments, returned back to it's lustly looking former self, without a sign or trace of Mark. Opening the doors to the bar and grill and at the same time reclosing them and locking up tight, she headed home in utter content of a successful triumphant and epic meal.
 
With lessons learned on Marks behalf this tale may teach a very important lesson. NEVER.. play against a cowgirl card dealing goddess.
 
The End