Daddy's Poker Party Waitress

I was just putting the finishing touches on my outfit, when my daddy knocked on my door.

"Come in!"

"Hey baby, you almost ready?" He stepped in my frilly pink bedroom of a childhood far gone, and looked me over.

I stood in front of the mirror and let him see what his money bought. He smiled deviously.

He ogled his 19 year old daughter/lover in her waitress uniform for the night. This was the first time I would waitress for his monthly guy's poker night. I would bring the drinks, refresh the snacks, and most like be the winnings at the end of the night. Though, most of the guys coming didn't know that. My daddy had gone out specially to buy me something sexy to wear. When I saw what he brought home, I thought he'd gone over the top, but now that I was zipped up in it. I thought I looked fucking hot! Is was a tight white strapless dress with a long zipper up the front. It was very faintly see through and pushed my 36C tits up and together, creating amazing cleavage. I slid on some black heels to add height to my slim 5'4 frame. I wore my long dark hair in loose pigtails.

"They'll be here soon, Emily. No last thoughts?"

I grinned and shook my head, "No way. You?"

"Hell no. It's going to be hard to share though, I'm not going to lie."

We both jumped a little at the knock at the door and he went to answer it. We had already planned that we would get them all settled with first drinks and then I would make a grand entrance. I couldn't wait.

One by one, I heard the men arrive. First my next door neighbor, an old widower who like to watch me sunbathe over our back fence. He had a heart problem and was a mouth breather.

Then, came my dad's best friends a tall man with a dry sense of humor and a bit of an evil grin. He'd known me sense I was crawling.

Next, was a dad of some twins that I babysat for. He and his wife were the picture of happiness. Dad and I had a bet on whether or not he'd stick around when he found out what was up.

And last but certainly not least was our UPS guy. Ever since dad had moved his office home, we'd seen a lot more of him. Tall and black with a deep voice. I'd insisted he be invited.

I heard all the men chatting and joking, setting the large wooden poker table up in the middle of our living room. Ice clinked, as my dad poured out the first cocktails. And finally I took a deep breath and looked myself over one last time in the mirror. I made one last decision and reached up under the dress and pulled down the white lacey panties and kicking them across the floor. I mean, what was the point, they would just get in the way.

I walked down the hallways and rounded the corner into the loud, smoky room of men. They all looked up and immediately silenced.

Then the black, UPS guy let a long, low whistle, "Holy fuck..."

"Gentlemen," my dad began, "you remember my daughter Emily. Come here, Em. Don't be shy."

I confidently walked across the room and sat on my daddy's lap. Their stared made me flush and I felt my nipples start to harden. I smiled at them.

"Em is going to be our waitress for this game tonight. And...if any of you bastards are lucky enough to win a hand, she'll be the prize."

There was total silence as the men thought this over.

"The prize?" the young father of twins asked cautiously.

"For every hand you win, you get three minutes with my sexy young daughter. In any room of the house you choose. Three minutes in which she'll do whatever you want. But only three minutes and then you are out and back at this table. Understood."

It's amazing how fast men can start sweating.

The game began. The room was tense and silent except for the men calling out for cards. It took a long time because they were all taking it so seriously. And that made me laugh to myself. I leaned over each of them putting out snacks and topping of drinks. My old, asthmatic neighbor started to wheeze.

Finally, all the cards were laid and it was the young father with a full house that won the first hand. He just sat there for a long time, and I knew I had $20 on him getting up and leaving. But my daddy, said no man could resist the curiosity, and he was right. He stood up and took my hand roughly in his.

He almost ran out of the living room, towing me along and darted into the first room on the left, the guest bathroom. As soon as the door snapped shut, we heard my dad call out. "Three minutes starts now."

We stood awkwardly for a moment, his eyes just darting all over me. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him his wife would never know, and he only had to do what he felt comfortable doing but before I could say anything, his mouth was to mine kissing me hard and rough. His hands explored my body like a hungry man looking for food in a dark cupboard. He groped my tits and my ass, unzipping the top of my dress to suck on my little, pink, puffy nipples. He fumbled at his own zipper and pulled out his hardening cock. I reached my hand out for him but he pushed me to my knees and I got the point.

I took his cock in my mouth and wrapped my small hand around the base and began to bob my head over him, getting him slippery and wet. I'd lie if I said I'd never thought of his before, ever since I first started sitting for his kids he appeared regularly in my fantasies. And his cock, thick and hard, did not disappoint.

"Fuck..." he moaned. And I got in a few more stroked before he grabbed my arms, stood me up, and spun me around. He jerked my dress up to my waist and I felt his finger slide down my slit and inside me. He groaned again, almost pitifully and then I felt his thick dick at my entrance and sliding in. I braces myself over the bathroom vanity as his pushed his length deep inside. My pussy already so wet. He began pounding me hard and fast and looked into the mirror to watch him. Clean cut and fully clothed fucking his babysitter. The though alone made me moan with pleasure. He leaned over me, wrapping his arms around me and pinching and pulling at my sensitive nipples. His back arched over me and we humped like animals.

The momentum was building and when my dad called out the 30 seconds left reminder, it was all he needed to growl in my ear, then slam home inside me. He shivered with orgasm and held me tight. We stood that way until the ten second count down began and he pulled out of me, tucked himself away and strode out of the bathroom. I stood there, bemused and disheveled, with his hot load running down my leg.

I heard the men asking jocularly about his time as I cleaned myself up and puled myself together. Finally, leaving the bathroom looking as nothing had happened. But my pussy was throbbing.

Several men had finished their drink and I rounded up beers and shots as the cards were dealt. As I handed them out, my dad's best friend jerked me into his lap.

"Emily," he said loudly, "Come be my lucky charm." He then whispered hotly into my ear, "Are you sure you can handle what I have for you little girl?"

I felt his hardness under my ass and, for a brief moment, I wasn't so sure I couldn't handle what I thought he had for me. Holy shit! Was all that his dick?

Unfortunately for him, though, I am no lucky charm and my old neighbor won. Barely.

His wrinkled hand slid into mine and with surprising strength he led me away from the table. And as if he could think of nothing better, led me back into the dim bathroom.

This time we did stand awkwardly for a moment. He just didn't know what do but his breaths grew louder and more ragged. I decided to take control and I hooked my zipper and slowly, slowly started pulling it down.

"I know you like to watch me over your fence," I whispered. "You like to watch me in my bikinis."

His breathing now had a whistling quality to it. The zipper passed my navel and then my bald pussy, red and pounding. He suddenly grabbed his chest and feel back onto the toilet lid. The dress slid to the floor and I just stood in heels.

I knelt before him and pulled at his pants. He gripped at the vanity with one hand and the shower curtain with the other. Oh well, I guess I'll handle this all by myself. I pushed his pants open and his white boxers open and pulled out a short, fat with an angry purple head. I leaned over his lap and sucked his cock into my mouth, popping it in and out of my mouth loudly and looking up into his face. I moaned and crooned over him and in no time at all he groaned and let out a tirade of curse.

"Mother fucking shit ass bitch! Jesus and Judas! Fuuuuck!"

Spurt after spurt of thick white cum filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. Feeling especially naughty, I stuck my cum-covered tongue out at him and waggled it, then swallow his load. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he grabbed his chest again. Oh shit, I though, this time I killed him.

But he finally sat up straight and looked down at me, on my knees. He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.

The countdown began, and he stood up tucking his dick a way. He handed me my dress and helped me zip it up. He wet a washcloth and dabbed the remains of sperm of my chin and then, hand in hand, we left the bathroom.

While the men played, I reflected that giving that old, fat man a blowjob might have been one of the nicest things I've ever done. And I stood next to his chair, silently giving him good vibes. His free hand came up and rested on my ass and I smiled.

Then, before I know what was happening, because I was deep in thought, my dad's best friend gave a loud laugh and threw his cards on the table. The other men groaned in frustration. He stalked around the table and swiped my up, carrying me in his arms.

I was startled and a bit scared to be alone with this man. He's always but me on edge and made my stomach flutter when he was around. He carried me (thankfully) past the bathroom and down the hall to my bedroom. He pushed the door open and dropped me on my frilly princess bed.

"Ooooh, Em, You don't know how long I've waited for this." He growled, his dark hair falling over his eyes. "Your mean daddy has kept you to himself for far too long."

He reached over me and in one fluid movement unzipped my dress and flung it open.

"Finger yourself." He said with a commanding tone.

"Excuse me?" I thought I hadn't heard correctly.

"You heard me, girl. I want to watch you masturbate as I undress. I know you haven't cum yet and I'm sure your pussy must be aching."

Nervously I reached between my legs and started to slip and finger in and out of my damp hole. He slowly and neatly undressed, folding his clothes and putting them on my dresser. I circled my hard little clit and flicked it. He was right was my pussy was aching. Finally, he pulled off his tight boxer briefs to reveal a cock so large, it plainly terrified me. My eyes grew large but I kept rubbing, coming closer and closer. He just stood at the end of the bed watching me with a maliciously little grin on his face.

My toes began to curl and I knew I was very close. A whimper escaped my mouth and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my waist and slid me to the edge of the bed. He pushed my fingers and away and then cock in hand, he slid inside me. The feeling was pain and pleasure and fullness, a delicious stretch. When he was as far inside my pussy as he could go, he took his thumb and began to massage my clit. I was already so close. I began to wiggle and writhe. He never pumped his cock in or out but just held it inside, driving me crazy. I started to try and move my pelvis against his.

"No, no, no little girl, I don't' want to cum yet. But I want to feel you cum on my dick, Emily. And you will, very soon."

His thumb circled and rubbed, expertly and suddenly a body wracking convulsion overcame me. My back arched me off the bed and I squealed and bucked on the bed. My pussy gripped his cock and tightly and I shuddered.

"Ooooh FUCK! I screamed." He knew what my body like and he did it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. I clawed at his chest and grunted and whimpered. Finally, I collapsed backwards onto the bed, gasping and sweaty.

"Ten, nine, eight..." The countdown began and slowly he slid out of me, still erect. He slid he boxer briefs on and nothing else.

"Put this on when you're ready, and rejoin us." He flung his button up shirt on the bed and left.

It took me a long time to stand up and get dressed. But finally, I did. Leaving the slutty zipper dress on the bed and sliding into the men's dress shirt. I padded down the hall in my bare feet to hear the other men ask my dad's friend why he didn't bother to get dressed again.

"I don't want to waste the time getting undressed the next go round," he answered.

They all laughed. When I entered the room, their eyes drank me in in my new garb.

"Now, I know I've got to win this hand," the UPS guy laughed.

And he did.

He stood and then looked over at my daddy. "Sir do you mind if we dispose with the pretense of this three minute bullshit and get down to fucking your beautiful daughter properly??"

My laughed and made a gesture that implied, do what you want.

He walked around the table picked me up off the floor and laid me across the table, pushing snack and cards out of the way. The mean jerked up their drink with wide, shocked eyes as this tall, delectably dark man peeled off his clothes and revealed a member most of them envied. My fat, old neighbor took up his wheezing again and took my hand as if to say, be brave.

The delivery man pushed as my thigh and I spread wide for him. He pushed his head inside my pussy, still slick with my orgasm. And then slowly started rocking into me. He felt amazing. I pulled my legs up and on his shoulders. And as he slid in and out of me as all these men watched, I mean to moan and gasp. Seeing his black skin sinking into my pink little pussy was so erotic.

Apparently the other men thought so too and I felt hands on my body, undoing the shirt and groping my breasts, pinching the puffy nipples and caressing my flat tummy. I felt a warm mouth on my right nipple, my daddy, and a tongue flicking my left, his friend. Then I was engulfed by men. Touched and prodding. I came hard, in two shrieking orgasms. Then, the young dad pushed his cock into my mouth effectively silencing me.

I lost track of who was doing what and when. I remember flashed of riding my daddy like a fucking, bucking bronco while he pulled my pigtails. I remember my old neighbor licking my pussy, despite the cummy stickiness of it, and then fingering my asshole. I remember my dad and his friends DPing me and smiling at each other like they were fulfilling a dream. I was cum on, cum in, and fed cum. I was spanked, pinched, bitten and sucked. I was called a slut, a whore, a cum-bucket, an angel, my sweet baby, and darling.

And finally, after countless orgasms that left my muscles sore and my pussy red, the men left. They left exhausted and satisfied. None of them ever spoke of it again to one another or their wives.

After dozing in the middle of the living room carpet, I came to as my daddy's strong arms slid under my back and knees and lifted me up. He carried me to the bathroom where he'd drawn and warm bath and sunk me into it.

"Did I do good, daddy?" I asked with my eyes closed.

"You were amazing, honey. Amazing." He answered. "Rest and wash up. I'll clean the house up."

"Thank you daddy."

"You're welcome, baby, he answered and began to close the door, but then he stopped and opened it again.

"Oh, and Em?"

"Yes, daddy?"

"You owe me $20."

"I do." I mumbled with a sleepy smile and slid deeper into the water, washing the party away.