Daddy calls it Poke-Her night and the really naughty boys love it. Trust me, I am not complaining either.
Once a month, the day always starts off with preparing the snacks for the guys to enjoy along with making sure the bar is stocked and the sodas and beer are chilled. I do some light cleaning but since it's just the two of us, the mess in our home is minimal.
Anticipating the rest of the evening, I really get excited when daddy pulls me into the bedroom for grooming. He lays me back naked on the bed and tells me to spread my feet wide apart. Carefully he applies the cool, soft shaving cream over my pussy lips and then skillfully shaves me smooth.
We head to the shower together afterwards. Touching me everywhere, he soaps every crevasse and even washes my hair. His tender yet strong hands radiate his love for me. His beautiful cock is always thick with anticipation for the wild night to come and on occasion he will allow me to feast on it and his delicious cum right there in the shower. Afterwards daddy will even paint my nails while my hair dries. Before the grooming is complete he always enjoys brushing my locks until they are smooth and silky. I am forbidden to wear clothes for the rest of the night.
Daddy is like MacGyver in that he can build anything and his imagination is endless. We have a special table we set out, in addition to the regular poker table for these evenings. It's hard to describe but I will try. There is a soft round cushion in the middle and leather foot straps on one edge but the best part is that it spins quietly and effortlessly on ball barrings. We normally have had up to ten standing around it but I am guessing a few more could fit.
Daddy makes me wait in the bedroom as the men arrive. Soon after they arrive they have to roll three dice in order to participate. These special dice are different colors, red, blue and green as there are three parts to this game we play. Red is rolled for the first part and so on. The numbers are recorded on a list by the guys name after which they head on in for snacks, drinks and card games all while I lay on the bed waiting and listening.
I never know who is invited and I don't know many of daddy's friends but I love voices and often in my mind I try to picture what they might look like. They all know more about me than I do about them. My daddy loves to feed my dark side and often shows them photos of me that he has taken when we are playing. I have heard some of the guys have even offered to pay for copies. Pulled out of my daydreaming, I hear someone cheering as he is pleased with his dice roll. I smile knowingly.
Once the formalities are done after everyone arrives, he comes for me. Pulling me into his strong arms he whispers in my ear asking "Are you daddy's little whore? Is my nasty slut ready to play games with everyone?" It's a good thing he is holding me because his velvety voice and that dirty talk makes my head light. "Yes daddy," I reply softly in his ear.
He pulls me back and his dark eyes stare into mine, drawing my soul into his and for the rest of the night our pleasure and joy will be shared in an indefinable way. It's like he becomes a part of me, and I of him. So much so that he is keenly aware of the wetness that has suddenly lined the lips of my pussy. He draws a finger slowly across the length of the soft flesh and then paints my lips with my own wetness before kissing me and licking every trace off. Moaning I am completely at his mercy and desire for the rest of the evening.