All characters depicted are eighteen, or above.
Abigail walked into her father's house, and into the lounge.
"Good evening, everyone!"
She smiled, and looked round the table.
At tonight's gathering, were three men she didn't know, one gorgeous woman, and her father.
"Ah, everyone, this is my daughter, Abigail," said her father.
"Good evening Abigail," they said together.
The men, and the woman, looked at her appreciatively.
Abigail was truly, beautiful.
She was nineteen, with long blonde curly hair, deep brown eyes, and an amazing figure.
She had been out for a drink with two girlfriends, and was slightly tipsy.
She was wearing a tight black skirt, white blouse, and red heels.
She was beautifully made up, her lips, a bright red, and she smelled divine.
They all noticed, the image of perfection, was slightly marred by a white stain, on Abigail's black skirt.
It was the gorgeous woman, Angela, who spoke up. She pointed to the white mess.
"Is that, what I think it is?"
Abigail looked down and giggled.
"Let's just say, I have an arrangement with the taxi driver. I haven't paid a taxi fare for ages! Have you got a tissue? I forgot to take mine out with me."
They all laughed. Angela reached into her handbag and handed some tissues over.
"How very enterprising of you, my dear," said William, a handsome man in his mid forties. He also, happened to be, Angela's husband.
Abigail slowly wiped the fresh sperm, off her tight black skirt.
"What must you think of me?" Abigail laughed.
She looked around the table. It was Friday night, and her father's usual card game, had been going on for about two hours. Everyone, except her father, had a pile of cash in front of them. It was only ten o'clock. Abigail came home early, as her father had sent her a text saying, "I need help!"
"Darling, can I have a word?" asked her father.
Abigail followed her father into the kitchen.
He looked desperate.
"Abi, you've got to help me out!"
"Oh Daddy," she cooed. "Of course I will. The usual cut?"
"You're such a wonderful daughter, Abi."
Abigail pecked him on the cheek, and the two of them, walked back into the lounge. Her father spoke.
"I am at your mercy. All the cash I have in the house is gone, but let's not finish the evening so early. My beautiful daughter has agreed to help me out.
You are all, free to use her, in any way you wish, in return for your winnings.
I can assure you, she is great value for money. Is everyone in agreement?"
They all looked at each other, then Angela spoke up.
"Can I go first?"
"Of course you can, Angela," said Abigail's father.
Her husband, William, smiled, then spoke.
"Yes. Why not!"
One of the other men, George,was the next to nod his assent.
Abigail and her father, looked towards Peter, the remaining man.
He had done well, and had a large pile of cash in front of him.
He looked thoughtful.
Abigail moved towards him, and sat on his knee. She whispered in his ear.
"It's only money, and I'm sure, you've got plenty. Surely, you don't mind spending some on a nice, tight, nineteen year old's pussy? If you want, you can stick your cock in my mouth, and fuck me as well. You can come all over me if you want. I can make you so happy. What do you say?"
Her father, and the others waited for a couple of seconds. Peter looked at them, and smiled.
"Fuck it. Why not?"
"Well done Peter," said Angela. "Let's get started, shall we?"
She pushed her winnings towards Abigail's father, and stood up.
The men watched as she and Abigail began their little floor show.
Angela was wearing a similar outfit to Abigail.
The women locked lips, and licked each other's tongues.
Abigail slipped her hand up Angela's skirt, and into her white, silk panties.
She slid two fingers into her, and began moving them in and out.
They continued their feverish kissing, as Angela gasped.
"Pull my panties down," she begged.
Abigail knelt down in front of her, and gently,slid them down. She held the soaking panties to her face, and breathed in.
She loved the heady mix of expensive perfume, and hot pussy.
Angela moved towards the sofa, and sat down.
She pulled up her skirt, and opened her legs. Abigail knelt before her, and pulled up her own skirt, sticking her arse in the air, and showing off her wet, red panties.
All the men were aroused.
She began to lick.
Angela began to moan.
"That's it, you slut! Lick my hot, wet, cunt!"
She licked her lips, and smiled at her husband.
William hurriedly pushed his pile of cash towards Abigail's father.
Abigail continued licking his wife, as William pulled his trousers down, pulled her panties to one side, and slid his cock into the nineteen year old's slippery pussy.
