All characters depicted in this work are aged 18 years or over. Intended for adult audiences only.
A/N: Do I know next to nothing about how poker works? Yes. Did I write this anyway? Also yes. Please enjoy! xx
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To be honest, I still can't believe my mom and Daddy are getting a divorce.
When he first told me, I thought maybe I'd dreamed it up as post-orgasm wishful thinking. But no, sure enough, here we are, two months later, and she's packed her bags and moved out. It turned out she'd been cheating on Daddy with some younger guy at her workplace, so the divorce wasn't solely driven by me seducing Daddy in the first place.
Now that my stupid mom is out of the picture and living with that other guy, my daddy and I can finally enjoy ourselves the way I've always wanted. We can sleep in the same bed, and - most importantly - fuck wherever and whenever we want.
Daddy fucks me awake, before I go to work, in the car on the commute, as soon as I get home, on the dining table, on the sofa while we watch TV, and before we go to bed. My pussy is constantly wet and ready for him, and a day hasn't gone by without him filling me to the brim with hot cum.
To celebrate my daddy's divorce being finalised, he's invited the guys from the fire-station to our house for a barbecue. Daddy is the Captain, so he's technically their boss, but they're all friends more than colleagues by now. There's five of them in total - three around the same age as Daddy, and two younger guys in their twenties - and all of them are ridiculously hot. Like, if I didn't find my daddy to be the most handsome man in the world, I would definitely be trailing after one of them instead.
I've only met them a handful of times, but never in the time Daddy and I have been fucking. I wonder if they'll be able to figure out our secret...
I haven't been downstairs all night, mostly to give Daddy time to hang out with his friends without having me cramping his style. I love being the center of attention, but I know having a nineteen-year-old daughter hanging around doesn't exactly foster rough-and-tough man-talk. Although, judging from the way their voices have progressively grown louder throughout the night, I don't think they're all that worried about me hearing their conversation.
I grin to myself as I fetch all of my essentials from my toy-box. I want my ass to be nice and wet for Daddy to fuck later on, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I had a little play with myself now.
Daddy's fucked me enough in my back hole now that it accepts cock easily enough, but the stretch is still delicious, and I love the wet slide of lube against my dark walls.
I suck in a breath and work the rest of the cock inside me, my clit and pussy throbbing with need as my ass gobbles up the silicone toy. Fuck, it isn't nearly as good as Daddy's cock, but the fullness is better than nothing.
Now that my ass has adjusted, I slide the dildo in and out of my channel, biting the pillow to keep from moaning loudly in pleasure. God, that stretch is so good - I could do this all night. I think of my daddy, sitting downstairs, drinking beer, playing poker, his massive cock ready to pound me the minute his friends leave. I wonder if he's hard. I wonder if he would pass me around to the other guys like a toy to play with. I wonder, if I went down there--
Well, I'm not sure what would happen. Having five incredibly hot guys to pleasure is a dream come true, especially if Daddy is there to watch and guide me.
But I'm Daddy's girl. I'll always be Daddy's girl.
I shove the dildo back in at that thought, and pleasure zings through me at the invasion. Fuck, why can't Daddy finish up with them and just wreck me already?
Just as I think that, Daddy's deep, velvet-smooth voice rings out from downstairs:
"Baby girl? Can you come here for a minute?"
Instinctively, my cunt clenches at the sound of his voice, already preparing itself for him to use. I don't have time to do much, besides ease the dildo from deep in my ass and make myself presentable as I rush out of my bedroom. I know there's a flush high on my cheeks, and I'm not wearing underwear, but I'm hoping none of them realise that. I was sunning myself for most of the day - hence the knee-length, floral sundress I'm still wearing - so maybe the flush can be put down to that.
When I get to the living room, they're all watching me with varying degrees of interest. Nolan and Josh - two guys just older than me - are staring at me like I'm their next meal, but the other guys have enough restraint to smile in greeting. My daddy has a dark glint to his eye, and it sends a shiver through me in anticipation. I don't mind the other guys looking at me, but my daddy is the only one I want to impress.
"Hi guys," I giggle with an awkward little wave at them.
"Come sit with us, sweetheart," Daddy purrs, patting his lap.
Oh God. If I sit on Daddy's lap, I won't be able to control myself, especially if he touches my thighs or waist. But I'm not about to turn down any opportunity to be around Daddy, so I do as I'm bid and take a seat right on his strong thighs, my ass flush with his crotch. His arm immediately winds around my middle, holding me tight against him, and my core floods with wetness at the touch. I hope to God my face isn't as red as it feels.
"Who's winning?" I ask, looking at all the piles of chips spread out amid the beer bottles and cans. There's an ashtray in front of Evan, who's currently sucking on a cigarette. I would've thought it was sort of a no-no for a fireman to be a smoker, but God, somehow it makes Evan even hotter. Maybe he sees something of that thought in my stare, because a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and he throws a quick wink at me.
My pussy clenches at that.
God, what is wrong with me?
"Your daddy's taking us all to the cleaners," drawls Connor. He's a mountain of a man, with buzzed-down hair and hard eyes. If he weren't a firefighter, I bet he'd look right at home in a motorcycle gang. His hands, especially, make my mouth water a little - like Daddy's, they're big and strong, roughened with work and stained with tattoos. I can't help but imagine what those hands would look like wrapped around my waist, or delving into my slick pussy.
Another shiver tingles my spine.
"Can't help that I'm talented," Daddy says with a grin. "Although now that my girl's here, I might be distracted enough for you guys to take a decent shot at winning."
"Not just you who's distracted, Cap," snorts Cam. He's the dad of a girl I went to high school with, and for some reason, that only makes him hotter to me.
I try hard not to preen under the weight of five handsome older guys' stares. I blush and look down again.
"I can go back upstairs if you want, Daddy," I say with a smile.
Daddy strokes a hand over my thigh, resting it just above my knee. "Stay right there, babygirl. You're perfect where you are."
It might be just my presence bursting the relaxed bubble of earlier, but it certainly feels like there's a new tension in the air now, an unspoken promise of something. Daddy's hand inches higher on my thigh every few minutes, until I'm squirming on his lap for some relief from my drenched pussy. My nipples are hard against the cotton of my sundress, and I know for a fact the guys can tell; Nolan's hardly taken his eyes off my tits long enough to look at his cards.
As they play, my mind wanders, and I have to imagine what it would be like to have all these eyes on me while Daddy fucks me. If he just laid me out on the table, spread my legs and took whatever hole he pleased, while the rest of the guys looked on. Would they be disgusted? Turned on? Envious? Would they want to join in?
Maybe Daddy would let them touch me, maybe even use me. God, that would be hot. I love my daddy more than anyone, but the idea of being passed around his friends like that, while he watches and instructs ... hot damn. I might need to go to the kitchen soon to cool down for a bit.
Almost as if he can read my thoughts, Daddy's hand disappears under my dress and suddenly cups my soaking cunt, startling a squeak out of me.
"You alright, darlin'?" asks Evan, that same smirk on his gorgeous mouth. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he knows exactly what Daddy's doing to me.
