Poker Night Seduction

Rebecca drove to her mother's home full of excitement as she had just had lunch with a few sorority sisters from college and had decided that they'd like to go on a Spring Break trip to Cancun.

She supposed she could put the trip on her credit card despite the exorbitant interest charges but was hopeful that her mother might just give her the money.

As she pulled up and entered the house she heard her stepfather and decided to approach him.

"Hi Daniel," she cheerfully said while going over and giving him a hug.

"Hi Rebecca," he replied, "Your mom's still at work."

Rebecca maintained eye contact and Daniel nervously looked away.

"So cute," she thought to herself.

She had always known he was enamored with her. She knew he was crazy about her mother, and Rebecca was basically a younger, hotter version.

Her mother was still beautiful at 40 and Rebecca often wondered why she had married Daniel a decade or so before. He wasn't the type she normally dated. He was a little shy, straight laced and predictable as opposed to her regular choices of the aggressive, party types. Daniel didn't party at all. She'd only seen him drink at their wedding reception and he appeared tipsy after only a few glasses of champagne. Maybe she just thought it was time to settle down.

No matter, Daniel had always been somewhat flustered by Rebecca. He couldn't help but notice she was stunning, and Rebecca did enjoy teasing him from time to time while visiting from college. She hugged him and kissed him upon greeting him, sometimes allowing her hugs and kisses to linger just a little too long. She'd wear revealing outfits that he'd strain to look at without letting his wife notice.

Rebecca was sure this was harmless fun and assumed that all it did was get him more worked up for her mom anyway.

"So, Daniel, maybe you can just help your girl out..." she began. "There's this Spring Break thing coming up..."

"No, Rebecca," he cut her off, "I've already paid for your tuition and sorority dues this semester. I can't fund a trip too."

Rebecca pouted, "Can't or won't, Daddy," she responded in a soft little girl voice.

He tried to back away, but she maintained her hug; she could tell he was getting turned on.

But he did step out of her hug, "Just no, honey, I'm sorry but enough is enough."

She knew that he was digging in more firmly and decided to retreat for the time being.

She winked as she said, "Can't blame a girl for trying... Love you Daddy."

He nodded.

And with that she turned and left the room to return to her car in the driveway.

Upon reaching the car, she realized that she'd forgotten her keys on the table inside and slipped back in to retrieve them.

She proceeded down the hallway and heard Daniel talking to someone on speakerphone in her parents room.

Rebecca sat quietly in the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, as she overheard her stepfather Daniel engaged in a telephone conversation with his boss. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but the conversation seemed too intriguing to ignore.

As the conversation unfolded, Rebecca's eyes widened with surprise. Her stepfather had earned a significant bonus--a whopping $25,000. The news filled her with a mix of excitement and curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder how he would react to this unexpected windfall.

"Damn, I should have waited ten minutes to ask him for my trip money," she thought to herself.

However, her anticipation turned into concern as she listened further. Daniel's voice carried a note of hesitation as he spoke about whether or not to inform his wife about the bonus. He expressed his worry that she might just spend the money, whereas he had aspirations of saving it for the future.

"True enough," Rebecca thought, knowing how her mom spent money.

The boss chuckled on the other end of the line, making it clear that he couldn't offer any definitive advice. "Well, Daniel, you'll have to decide that one for yourself," he said, his tone filled with amusement.

Rebecca thought of her stepfather wrestling with such a dilemma. She knew how hard he worked to provide for their family, and this bonus seemed like a well-deserved reward. But she also understood her mother's inclination to enjoy the present. She couldn't decide what she thought he'd end up doing.

The conversation took an unexpected turn as the boss shared an anecdote about one of Daniel's colleagues who had received a similar bonus. The colleague had taken the money to a casino and managed to double it through poker. Rebecca could hear the astonishment in Daniel's voice as he admitted his lack of expertise in the game and confessed to not even knowing all the rules.

"Maybe you could learn poker and double your bonus as well," his manager joked.

Rebecca knew that was nothing but a throwaway comment, but something in Daniel's voice made her think he might be thinking about it.

"Could he be that gullible?" she thought to herself.

As the call came to an end, Rebecca slowly retreated from her hiding spot, careful not to make a sound. Her mind raced with thoughts and emotions, contemplating the best course of action.

She thought about this for a few days, and then those days turned into a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, Rebecca spent countless hours studying the game of poker. She devoured books, watched online tutorials, and even enlisted the help of friends who were skilled players. Her dedication and determination never wavered. She had been an average player before, but she knew a lot more after this.

A few weeks later Rebecca's mother left town for a 4-5 day business trip. Rebecca had volunteered to stop by the house more often than usual to keep it in order as she knew that her mom hated coming home to a messy house, and frankly, Daniel didn't clean much.

A couple of nights in, and Daniel awoke in the middle of the night. He was hearing people and noise downstairs. He decided to quietly go investigate.

Daniel stood in his pajamas at the bottom of the stairs, his heart racing as he tried to make sense of the noises coming from the living room. As he cautiously approached the room, he couldn't help but wonder what could be happening at this hour.

To his surprise, the sight that greeted him was not what he expected. There, in the dimly lit living room, sat his stepdaughter Rebecca, surrounded by a handful of her sorority sisters. They were huddled around a poker table, engrossed in the game before them.

Caught off guard, Daniel stumbled for words, momentarily captivated by the beauty and energy emanating from the young women. He managed to stammer, "Um, sorry to interrupt. The noise woke me up. Could you please try to keep it down?"

The girls turned their attention towards Daniel, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Oh, Daniel, we're sorry if we disturbed you," Rebecca said, a sheepish smile on her face. "We'll be quieter, I promise."

Daniel nodded but remained silent as he noticed the girls were in their sleeping attire and all looked stunning. There were more than a couple of short, silk gowns, as well as a teddy and shorts combination and more.

Feeling a mixture of relief and awkwardness, Daniel lingered by the doorway, observing them and the game they were playing. It appeared that one of the sorority sisters was new to poker, and the others were patiently teaching her the ropes. Intrigued, Daniel found himself listening intently to their explanations and strategies as he enjoyed the view.

As his fascination with the game grew, the girls noticed his lingering presence and turned back to him. "Is there something else you need, Daniel?" one of the sorority sisters asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Caught off guard once again, Daniel stumbled over his words. "Well, um, I don't really know how to play poker very well. I was just...listening," he confessed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and intrigue.

The girls exchanged glances, their expressions turning mischievous. "Well, why don't you join us, Daniel?" Rebecca suggested, patting the empty seat beside her. "We could use another player, and we'd be happy to teach you."

Daniel hesitated for a moment, his mind swirling with uncertainty. However, the allure of the moment and the chance to bond with his stepdaughter and her friends proved too tempting to resist. With a shy smile, he accepted their invitation and took a seat at the table.

And so, inside the confines of their basement a poker game was underway. The tension in the room was lessened as the girls explained to Daniel that the best way to learn was to play.

As one of the girls briefly described the game to him, Daniel began nodding along.

As she began explaining the value of each chip, Rebecca gave him a big hug.

"I'm so happy your joining us Daddy," she exclaimed.

She then leaned in and whispered, "But this will need to be our little secret from Mom, ok"

Daniel answered, "Absolutely," as he admired the beauties around the room.

"So you heard the rules, and you heard about the chips, right? So you're ready to start now?". One of the girls asked.

Daniel figured he had heard them well enough or that he'd pick it up along the way if he hadn't. Either way, he was ready to start.

Daniel, wide-eyed and inexperienced, sat there with an innocent smile and a heart full of excitement, as he entered the game unaware of the dangerous allure that awaited him. Little did he know, fate had a cunning plan in store.

He watched his captivating Rebecca, a woman whose charm could ensnare even the most level-headed of men, as she circled the table handing glasses of Champagne to her friends. She got to Daniel last and since everyone else had, he took his glass. He was watching Rebecca the entire time.

As he sipped his cup, he couldn't help but notice her flowing red locks, bewitching eyes, and seductive grin.

"Rebecca, you're stunning," he complimented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she graciously replied, "But it's probably just my negligee that you like."

He took in the silky top and as his eyes reached the bottom, he noticed her stockings.

Rebecca raised her top so that he could see the lace and teased, "Oh, it's the stockings."

He answered quickly, "No," but then noticed that she had frowned as though that was the incorrect answer, and even more quickly, said "Yes, I mean both."

She laughed and teased, "It's ok, Daddy, I know you like watching me."

He quickly flashed a panicked look, but she reassured him and said, "It's fine."

He had no idea that his sweet Rebecca had mastered the art of manipulation and knew just how to exploit the vulnerabilities of her unsuspecting stepdad.

As the cards were dealt, Daniel found himself again seated beside Rebecca. Her radiant presence and captivating aura left him spellbound, his attention solely fixed upon her.

Rebecca had instructed all of the lovely players to simply refer to the chip colors, not dollar amounts, when placing their bets.

Phrases such as "I'll bet a pretty red one." or "I'll match the red and toss in a blue," were what was heard around the table.

Rebecca didn't want Daniel hearing money values each hand. She wanted him to have to do the math himself in order to figure out where he was financially after each hand, and she had a few more ideas of ways to distract him to prevent his mind from going there.

From time to time, he'd force himself to look at one of the other girls, but everytime he did, the one he looked at would get him more combobulated.

One asked if she could show him her new bra to get his thoughts, and before he could answer, she had leaned on the table and showed him, putting her spectacular tits on full view.

Another told him that she had new thigh high stockings and asked him if they were as pretty as Rebecca's.

When he answered that they were, Rebecca seemed to take offense. She then took his hand and placed it on her inner thigh, where he could feel both the stocking and her tender flesh.

"But mine feel better, right Daddy?" she cooed.

"But he hasn't felt mine," the friend across the table playfully objected.

And with that she moved over and sat in his lap.

Daniel now had one hand on his stepdaughter's thigh and another sexy girl in his lap. And he could swear she was rubbing one of her legs up and down against his cock which had only a thin cotton pajama between it and her stocking.

"Is that possible? Is she doing this on purpose?" he wondered.

He needed this to end before it got out of hand.

"Girls, please, they're both wonderful. Can we play, please?"

The girls agreed and separated from him, returning to their seats.

Rebecca had already mapped out her strategy, aiming to play not only the cards but also his heart. She placed his phone on the table and explained that he'd need to log in to his account and they'd all be transferring money back and forth as they played.

"Oh, and Daddy, better log on to the account Mommy doesn't know about. I don't know how she'd feel about us all playing poker together." She added.

She gave him a quick kiss as he did so, again keeping his thoughts on her.

If he'd thought about it at all, he should have realized that something was up. She already had his phone; that should have been odd, or maybe he would have realized that he hadn't ever told her about any other bank accounts, but his mind was focused fully on his sexy stepdaughter.

Daniel was so naive that as he played, he'd smile when he got a good hand and frown when he didn't. He was incredibly easy to read.

Making it even worse for him, Rebecca would "innocently" lean over to supposedly offer advice, and she would literally see exactly what hand he had.

She had set up a whiteboard and markers just to the side of Daniel with his name, as well as the other players' names listed and then explained that she'd mark under each name who won each hand.

"Sounds good," he responded.

She hugged him, "So you can always see how you're doing, Daddy."

"Simple enough," he agreed.

They began to play for very small stakes, a dollar here, a few dollars there, but not much more.

When Daniel had a good hand, which as I explained everyone at the table knew, someone would call the hand quickly, and Daniel would win a few dollars. Rebecca would act proud of him and get up, walk around behind him, usually gliding her hand along his arms and neck, or softly stroking his forehead and hair as she added his win on the chart.

While she was doing this, his eyes followed her intently. She looked so good, and he loved the stockings. What he never realized was that this wasn't an impromptu game that he had stumbled into. Rebecca had spent enough time on her hair and makeup to look sexier than he'd ever seen her, and so had all of her friends.

With Daniel so focused on Rebecca, it was easy for her friend on the other side of him to continue to fill his champagne glass after each hand as Rebecca distracted Daniel by adding the mark to the scoreboard.

When Daniel had a bad hand, Rebecca or one or two of the others would bid the pot way up before calling. She'd occasionally explain to Daniel that it was good to try to bluff, or if his hand was moderately good, she'd convince him that it was better than it was, and he would inevitably bet too much and lose.

A quick look at the scoreboard showed Daniel easily winning the number of hands won, but each of his wins usually resulted in only $5 to $10 dollars being transferred into his account.

The girls were each infrequently winning a hand or two, but his transfers out each time this occurred could be a couple or a few hundred dollars.

He could have easily noticed this, except for the fact that he was focused on both the scoreboard and his stepdaughter, as well as whatever his current hand was, and he simply didn't think to add anything else to his brain to try to keep track of.

The girls all knew not to talk about money, or how much they were up, or anything else that may take his mind there. Instead, they kept the conversation on lingerie, stockings, Daniel's wit, and good looks, etc.

They would pout when he won, and they'd take turns accusing him of knowing the game already. He'd assure them that he didn't, and that he must just have beginner's luck.

The girls explained that after each hand won, the winner should make a toast. Since they had him winning many more hands, he made many more toasts. Daniel would toast Rebecca, the others, even the game itself and then proudly drink his champagne.

The girls would usually put theirs to their lips but not drink. On the off chance that he was looking directly at one of them, they would drink to prevent any suspicion, but even with that taken into account, he was drinking at least half a glass each hand, and the girls were barely drinking at all. He became unsteady at one point as he tried to transfer money to one of the girls but accidentally dropped his phone.

"What's wrong, old timer?" One of the girls teased, "Can't keep up?"

He defensively said, "No, that's not it, I'm good," as he reached down for his phone.

But his words were beginning to slur, and Rebecca knew the plan was working magnificently.

She caressed her stepdad and sympathized, "You're doing great, daddy, don't let her tease you."

He nodded along with her.

"Look at all of your wins on the chart; she's just trying to throw you off your game." She added.

Daniel looked at the chart and saw all of his wins; he looked at the girl who teased him and said confidently, "I'm winning."

The girls showed remarkable restraint not to laugh in his face.

As he looked triumphantly back to Rebecca, she picked his phone up and whispered to him, "I'll handle your transfers from here on and that way all you need to do is focus on the game."

She kissed his ear after the whisper and let her tongue dart in and out for a quick thrill.

Daniel shivered with delight and never even considered saying "No" to her.

With each hand Daniel won, Rebecca rewarded him with a gentle kiss, planting it quickly and softly on his cheek at first, then his lips as the champagne had its intended effect. The touch of her lips sent an electric jolt through his veins, making him feel invincible. His focus waned, and he became even more oblivious to the mounting stacks of chips in each pot.

Daniel's wins were still frequent but small, a mere illusion of prosperity. The chart indicated his many wins compared to the others, but did not show that his wins had probably brought in a couple of hundred dollars in total while his losses could be in the hundreds or even thousands per hand.

His infatuation with Rebecca blinded him to the true nature of the game--money. The pots grew larger, while Daniel's chip stack diminished slowly but surely.

Rebecca, the architect of deception, maintained her seductive dance, kissing Daniel after every small victory. At some point he realized that her chair had moved directly to his side which allowed her to easily stroke and touch his arms and legs and for him to do the same to her.

She would stroke his thighs and let her hand "accidentally" graze his cock, keeping him excited and on edge.

When the pots began to get much larger, Rebecca would pull him to her for longer kisses, during which the others would quietly raise the stakes well above what they had usually been playing for.

He'd lose big on those hands, but he'd only see it as one small check under someone else's name on the board.

Then he'd win a quick couple of hands and feel like he was winning again.

The whispers of her enchantment clouded his judgment, preventing him from realizing the true cost of his seemingly triumphant streak. He saw only the immediate gratification of each win, blissfully ignorant of the mounting debt he was accumulating.