The first Friday of the month had been Peter's poker night for over a decade, but tonight would be unlike any poker night before. Three weeks earlier, Peter had stumbled in on his nineteen year old daughter providing sexual gratification to two of his oldest friends. One week ago Peter found his Daughter's onlyfans account and had spent the past seven days habitually checking it for both curiosity and personal gratification. Morgan had asked him if she could join the monthly poker game, Peter strongly suspected this was because Rob and Scott, the two men she had let fuck her brains out, would be present along with her uncle Dan and Peter's best friend Carlos.
Peter assumed Morgan would take the game as an opportunity to sneak off with Rob, or Scott, or both. Peter had decided his best approach was to set up two cameras feeding a live stream directly to him. One camera was set up in his daughter's room and the second down in the basement where they played cards. Peter knew his presence might impede his daughter's insatiable sexual appetite, but he had a plan for that. "Hey Morgan?" Peter called out.
Morgan appeared in the doorway, she was wearing tight blue jeans that hugged at her wide hips and thick thighs. On top, she had a white button down with the top two buttons undone, showing off her cleavage. Peter watched her thick lips move as she spoke, "Is everything ok papi?"
Jesus she hadn't called him that in years, "I'm sorry sweetheart I'm feeling really under the weather."
Morgan frowned, "Oh now! Are you gonna cancel poker night?"
Peter looked at her disappointed expression, "no sweetie, I think y'all should play without me, maybe I'll make an appearance at some point. Would that be ok with you? Think you can host?"
"Wait really?" Morgan's face lit up, "I'd love to!"
Morgan spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the basement and checking in on her father. Peter's wife Layla was out of town on a girls trip so it was just father and daughter, for the time being. As it drew closer to eight, when the men were supposed to arrive, Peter noticed some movement on the camera feed in his daughter's room.
Peter watched intently as Morgan took off her shirt, jeans, and pink matching bra and panties. Is she changing? He saw her pull out a lacy red lingerie one piece. The top was an intricate weave of fabric that did little to cover Morgan's dark nipples, the bottom, a sheer red skirt covering the tiny thong.
Peter quickly pulled his cock from his boxers as he drooled over his daughter's slutty little ensemble. He wondered who she was dressing up for, Rob who had made the first move, or Scott who had an absolutely monster cock.
Peter was disappointed to see Morgan put back on her jeans and shirt over the enticing lingerie set. Not too long after the doorbell rang. Peter put on a robe and shambled down giving his best sick act, he felt a bit like Ferris Buhler. First to arrive was Peter's brother Dan. Dan was only six years younger then Peter but didn't look a day over thirty. He worked in financial planning, and usually dressed quite sharp.
After Dan came Rob, bulky and dark, kind of an older Stalone type. Then came Scott, tall, blonde, kind of lanky he was a contractor Peter remembered or maybe he used to be? Scott came from money. Last was Carlos, Peter's best friend and Morgan's godfather. Carlos' family came from El Salvador when he was only three, yet Carlos had lived the American dream; he was a successful IT professional with three kids and a wonderful wife and a house in the suburbs. When Peter and Carlos were young they used to get up to some wild things, but these days they had been tamed.
Dan called over, "Morgan texted me and let me know you were under the weather man."
Peter coughed, "Yeah can't shake it, but don't worry I've put her in charge of hosting tonight."
"Great so we'll get a better view than your bald ass!" Rob joked.
Morgen blushed, Peter thought it was funny how innocent she liked to play. "Have a good time guys, and please if you lose all your money to a girl don't come crying to me," Peter said as he made his way back upstairs.
Peter looked at his basement camera, Morgan had set out a cooler full of beer as well as a large bottle of scotch. The men and Morgan made their way downstairs, Peter could hear they're laughs and jokes through the mic he had installed the day before. Peter saw Rob make sure he was sitting next to Morgan, he also thought he saw Scott take a peek down his little girl's shirt.
Carlos quieted the room with a little hand gesture, "Alright gents...and lady I suppose, let's start with our normal game of hold em'. Little blind is a dollar, big blind is two." He looked around, then at Morgan, "You know how to play right sweetheart?"
Morgan nodded enthusiastically, "Yep! I've been practicing all week."
"Good," Carlos smiled, "alright then, Dan you're the big blind, Rob you're the little."
Peter watched them play a few hands, mostly chatting about work or their families until Rob got a little bold. "So Morgan, what's the best thing about college? No parents around you can be honest."
Morgan giggled, "No comment!"
Carlos nudged her, "You're the little blind."
"Nothing little about that girl!" her uncle Dan joked. Peter was shocked to hear his brother be so cavalier, but then remembered he'd witnessed him crush four beers already.
Morgan feigned shock, "Uncle Dan!" she tossed her dollar onto the table.
