Daddy's weekly poker-game had started about an hour ago. He and 5 of his friends met every Thursday -- rain, shine, or other -- to play low-stakes Texas Hold 'Em. Generally the buy in was $20, and they played a $2 per hand limit. Doug was once a professional card player, but he would let the guys win, or would sit out hands if it was looking like no one else was winning.
Meg's job, since she was 21 and living with Daddy while attending college, was to keep the snacks and the drinks full. Daddy said they appreciated having a beautiful woman to keep them entertained. She didn't know that beautiful is how she'd describe herself. She was tall, 5'9", and had enough tits and ass to be useful. Her hair though, that was her favorite -- long, silky, and dark brown, which set off her green eyes and long eye lashes.
Daddy and his friends also enjoyed their alcohol, which really decreased their inhibitions around her. And she -- well she had always been a bit of a tease. After her mom left her dad when she was fifteen, she would parade around the house in short t-shirts and tight panties, or leave the door open to her room when she was changing, just to give her dad something to look at. She would also tease guys in high school by wearing skirts that were a little too short which is something she continued to do...including tonight.
His friends were all pretty hot for older guys. John was 32 and the youngest, a firefighter with a seriously cut body, and a cock that looked huge straining against his jeans on poker nights. Eric, Joe, and Rob were all 43, the same as Daddy, and Chris was the oldest at 51. And of course, Meg's dad, Doug, had the same dark hair and green eyes as his daughter.
While some were a little overweight, Meg wouldn't mind letting ANY of them bend her over and fuck her. And she knew they wanted to as she pranced around in a little black skirt that just skimmed under the curve of her ass and a red button up blouse that showed off her cleavage. She had conveniently left her panties upstairs, and undone a few extra buttons.
Each time she leaned across the table to grab something, the guy behind her got an eyeful of her ass and cunt, and the guy in front of her saw her tits straining to get out of the top. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy dripping after the first hour of playing the cock tease. She planned on masturbating later after everyone left.
She also made it a point to brush up against the guys, then move away as they tried to grope her ass. The guys would slide their hands up her thigh, reaching for her pussy but always getting denied as she moved away. This was pretty standard for Poker Night at the house, and the guys always left with huge hard-ons.
She had been teasing for three straight hours, and her daddy's friends were driven to distraction, losing a lot of their money. In fact, Doug had just won his eighth hand in a row. Meg also noticed the chip basket was empty on the far side of the table. She got up close to the edge right next to Eric (who was probably the horniest man she'd ever met, and who had NO filter on his words or actions). She stretched and leaned all the way across, giving him a show, and the button on her shirt popped open.
Meg winked at Daddy, pretending not to notice. Rob sitting directly next to Meg's dad let out a gasp, moaning "Damn fine tits, and look at that nipple!" Meg grinned at Daddy across the table, momentarily forgetting that Eric, the horndog, was right behind her. He grabbed her ass, moved forward, and ran his tongue along her wet, dripping slit. She stifled a moan and turned to look at him, shocked...or at least pretending to be as she moved her ass back toward him.
"Dayum, Doug. That is the snack I've been wanting all fucking night," he said to Daddy when he came up for air.
Meg turned bright red and straightened up, fixing the button on her top and stalking past her Dad on the way to the kitchen, empty basket in hand. She could barely hear Daddy as she stood there, trembling and blushing, but doing her best to make it sound like she was refilling the basket.
"Well, that was interesting, guys. What do you think of my slut daughter?" she could hear him ask, and a general mumbling of male voices that sounded pleased. Then Doug yelled: "MEG! Get back in here!" She chose to ignore her father.
"Meg, goddammit, get back in here, NOW!" he bellowed. She considered continuing to ignore him, but instead finished fixing her shirt and strolled back to the doorway. Leaning on the doorjamb, she innocently says, "Yes, daddy?" He motioned her closer, curling his finger, waiting till she was right next to him, sliding his hand up around her thigh and caressing her ass. "More drinks and snacks, baby. Oh, and unbutton your top. I want the guys to be able to admire those tits of yours." He reached up with his other hand, squeezing as he said this to punctuate the sentence.
Meg looked down at Daddy with pleading eyes and flaming cheeks. He swatted her inner thigh and simply stated, "Do it now, Meg." She pouted and undid just the top two buttons then stomped out of the room. She heard Daddy excuse himself and follow her into the kitchen. Her back was to him as he came up behind her. Doug was about 6'4", very muscular, and had always been a dominant force in the house...and had always towered over her.
Daddy grabbed Meg by the hair, yanked her head back, and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue probing her lips, caressing her tongue, while his fingers slid under the skirt, fingering her wet snatch. Meg was whimpering as he molested her, hoping no one was watching. "I love fingering MY pussy, Meg...Whose pussy is this?" Daddy growled in her ear.
