HORNY STORY ALERT! Friday night..What happened next was very..

HORNY STORY ALERT! Friday night..What happened next was very illegal. (and very, very wet.) 🥺💦

Poker night - Part 1

Every Friday night, daddy disappears into his filthy little poker world-cigars, whiskey, and men who stare at me like I'm dessert.
Jeff, Rich, Garry, Tod...Old. Married. Perverted. At least three times my age. Their eyes don't hide it...They undress me every time.

They imagine my mouth open, my legs spread, my soaked little panties pushed to the side. But I'm not theirs. I belong to daddy. Only him.

Last week, poker night was at Tod's house.

Daddy let me come with him-like his prize.

I wore a little white dress. No bra. Just a soft pink thong that barely covered anything. Something to make him proud. Something to make the others jealous.

They played cards, laughed, drank.

Daddy gave me that look...The one that means be good, baby. After a while, he asked me to grab more beers from the kitchen. l obeyed.

Of course I did. His good little girl. I rinsed the cups at the sink. Bent slightly, dress riding up...Didn't hear Tod come in.

But I felt him. His chest pressing into my back.

His cock-thick and heavy-grinding into my ass.

His breath was hot. His body... too close. I froze.

A huge hand slid around my waist. Then lower.

I whispered, "Stop.." But it sounded weak. Desperate.

Because when his fingers slipped between my thighs, over my dress, against my little thong...I didn't move. Didn't fight. My breath caught. My knees buckled. He started rubbing me. Slow. Obscene.

I was trembling-scared, ashamed...But my pussy pulsed with every motion.. I was so wet. But I needed it.

He growled in my ear, "Bet daddy doesn't fuck you enough..."

And just like that, I felt it—my panties were ruined.

wanted to cry...I wanted to come... I wanted daddy.

But Tod was right there. Touching me. Using me. Like I was nothing but a wet, squirming toy.

Then we heard it. "Babe?"...His wife's voice from the hall. He stepped back instantly. Fixed his cock. Grinned...And walked out.

I stayed. Humiliated. Soaked. Shaking.

I grabbed a paper towel and wiped my inner thighs, but the smell... the heat... the guilt was still there.

I walked into the living room with the beers, cheeks flushed, and tried to hide it.

But daddy looked at me. Straight at me. And I knew he smelled it. That filthy, sticky scent of a girl who let another man rub her like a cheap little slut in the kitchen.

He tugged me into his lap. And while the others laughed and talked, he slid his hand under the table. Up my thigh. Right over my soaked thong. He felt it...The heat...The mess.

Then... Tod walked back in. We locked eyes..I looked away. Too fast. Daddy followed my gaze. He looked at Tod...Then back at me.
His hand stopped. He growled against my ear:

"Go sit your ass down. Now."

I swallowed hard. Got off his lap. Sat on the edge of the couch, legs trembling.

He didn't look at me again...Not during the game, not on the way home. Usually, in the car, he touches me.

Makes me stroke him. Suck him.

Sometimes he pulls over and fucks me against the seat...But that night...Nothing. I tried to be bratty...To get his attention. I let my dress slide up my thighs. Pouted...Whimpered.

He just stared at the road. And muttered: "Behave."
That's when I knew...He was mad with me

He's imagining what I let Tod do. What he didn't stop.

And maybe... Just maybe...

Next poker night, daddy won't just punish me in private.

Maybe next time... I'll be the bet.

CONTINUE..👀
Sooo… do I behave next Friday? Or do I get passed around the table again like Daddy’s lucky charm? 💋💸