Leather and Oil – Daughter Sharing at Poker Night by ProfessorFate

Leather and Oil – Daughter Sharing at Poker Night by ProfessorFate

Dive into “Leather and Oil – Daughter Sharing at Poker Night” by ProfessorFate, where playful tension and forbidden desires ignite during an unforgettable evening. Join the characters as they explore boundaries and unleash their wildest fantasies in an enticing narrative that’s sure to captivate adult readers. Discover what happens when poker night takes a provocative turn!

Blake has been a member of the Rangers MC for years. He has raised his beautiful daughters for one task; serving the members of the club sexually. At a weekly ritual known as Poker Night, he shares his beautiful young daughters with the older members of the outlaw motorcycle club he belongs to.

“Fuck man, that makes it hard to concentrate.” Jeff said gruffly.

The Black, burly sixty-something-year-old biker was peering over his cards and eyeing my oldest daughter Theresa. The beautiful young girl was bringing out another round for the group of older men, and everyone at the table paused for a moment. The low-cut black top she was wearing exposed a great deal of the milky smooth skin of her tits.

She was wearing the usual for poker night, a short black skirt and a tight, low-cut top, the milky white skin of her tits jiggling slightly as she bent down to place the beer. She was 20 years old now and had been around the poker game for a few years. She was short like her mother, 5’ 4”, with brown hair, and brown eyes. Her boobs had grown into a full C cup, firm and natural-looking.

Jeff was my guest from the Black motorcycle club our MC was building a relationship with. Formal relations between the two motorcycle clubs were still being worked out, but I liked to entertain ranking members to help smooth the process. His rank in his club and his age gained him an invite to this very exclusive evening. He continued to eye Theresa, one hand stroking his salt-and-pepper beard.

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The night is young,” Richard replied, looking at the cards in his hand. Richard was the oldest of the men gathered around the table at sixty-seven. “Things will be very distracting in an hour or so.” He continued.

“The game is five-card stud gents,” I said, dealing the cards.

Everyone at the table was 60 or better, all were senior members of the “outlaw” biker club Rangers. All were guests of mine for a very special night, reserved for the older members of the club.

Some were riders and some, like Richard, had other important club duties. Richard had kept the club’s books for years, and also took care of all the computers and tech. After getting a taste, he got hooked on the biker lifestyle.

My youngest daughter, Marie, was on the other side of the table, smiling and bending over slightly to light Ed’s cigar.

The big man was drawing on the Macanudo as one of his large, meaty hands ran up and down her butt under her short black skirt.

Marie had just turned 18, and this was her first night at the poker game. She was 5, 5”, brunette, with green eyes, a small upturned nose, and apple cheeks like her sister. Her boobs were a perfect 36b, round and firm. Her nipples were pink, pert and like her sister, each pierced and sporting a silver barbell.

Both girls were braless, a thin black short-sleeved top low cut and short around the midriff along with the short black tennis shirt.

The men at the table, tattooed, gray-haired, and outfitted in denim and leather, had been coming to my poker game for a few years. Many of them had shared my wife and my oldest daughter. Now they were ready to sample my youngest.

“Thank you, Honey.” Big Ed said, his rough hand disappearing briefly up her short black skirt again.

“First time, hmm? You’re almost as beautiful as your sister. I was here for her first too.” The huge man said grinning at the teen.

Marie just smiled and moved around the table.

“Eighteen, just had her birthday last month. I know some of you have been waiting a while for tonight to roll around.” I said, looking over the group of rough, older bikers.

Who would be the first to fuck her wasn’t really a question. None of the men at the table would vie for that right unless there was some sort of game involved, but the point was moot for this evening.

Of course, I had been her first.

“Some of us couldn’t wait, could we?” Richard said, glancing at the teen.

“So Blake, you’ve had both these girls. Your daughters?” Jeff asked.

“Of course. Theresa, who’s the best cock you ever had?” I asked my oldest.

“Yours Daddy.” My daughter replied, pausing for a second. “Ed’s is second.”

“There it is.” Ed said, the big man laughing.

As my gift to the most venerable members of the club, my wife and I had spent years raising our daughters to cater to the needs of the more senior members of the Rangers MC.

When I was younger and had just joined the MC, I witnessed a member gifting his daughter to the President and his staff. That night I was on beer duty and was only able to listen and catch a glimpse as the club staff took turns fucking the young girl into the night.

I thought I could do better when I had my girls.

The MC lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and although we wanted our daughters to be involved, we didn’t want them dealing or just becoming an “old lady” to some scumbag.

There are many lifestyle benefits to being a committed member of the MC; travel, money, sex, and drugs if you wanted them.

And the Brotherhood.

We shared everything. Wives, homes, cars, bikes.

Even our daughters.

Our girls had been carefully brought up; trained and groomed by myself and their mother for one thing.

Serve the club.

The girls moved around the table, touching the men lightly, pouring whiskey, and lighting cigars. My two raven-haired daughters allowed the men to run their hands down their backs or cup their butts, occasionally sitting in the lap of an older man as they played their hands.

Marie was sitting in Bruce’s lap, the sixty-one-year-old biker running a hand over one of her breasts as he watched the card game. She was braless, and her nipples were hard under the thin black material from the older mans’ caress.

“I love the way the girls have filled out.” Bruce remarked to me. He had been invited early on when Theresa was just eighteen or so and was one of the first to have screwed her.

“All natural.” I replied.

“Just like their mother,” Bruce said. “Marie is a spitting image of her.”

Bruce had fucked her mother as well, many times.

The game was almost an hour underway, and a good deal of whiskey had been consumed. My daughters were drawing more looks than the cards, so it was time to move things along.

“Ok girls.” I simply stated.

The two dark-haired teens pulled off the top half of the tight-fitting outfit, now wearing just the black skirt and high heels. Both girls stepped out of their thongs and put them in the pile of clothes on the bench.

Both lovely young women had full, round tits, their pierced nipples stiffening when they met the air.

“Right here Honey,” Ed said, the big biker patting his lap.

Theresa slid onto his lap, giggling as his long gray beard tickled her boobs when his huge arm encircled her waist. She wiggled on his lap a bit, sitting on his legendary cock, now stirring in his worn jeans. His burly tattooed arm pulled the young girl in close, one massive paw cupping her tit and pulling at her nipple as he looked at his cards.

Marie blushed as she sat on Richard’s lap, the older man running his hand up and down her shapely back.

“Don’t worry honey, I don’t bite.” The older man said, curling his arm around her waist and kissing her shoulder lightly, his short gray beard tickling her skin.

My young daughter put an arm around his shoulders, her tits in full view for the rest of the table.

Richard folded, then slid his hand up her thigh, the older man’s hand disappearing under her skirt.

Marie leaned back against him, her open mouth a little. The young girl spread her legs to give the older man’s knurled fingers better access to her pussy.

“Mm, someone is getting a little wet.” Richard announced, his hand moving under her skirt as the teen squirmed.

Jeff, just to the left of Richard, couldn’t help himself and reached over to take one of Marie’s soft, round tits in a big black hand.

“Bro, your girls are fucking hot as hell.” The Black biker said, his knurled fingers tracing the shape of the teen’s firm breast.

The young girl’s eyes were closed as Richard’s talented fingers explored her pussy, still hidden under her skirt.

Bruce, the sixty-one-year-old retired machinist, was pulling his cock out of his well-worn jeans as he watched Theresa grind away at Ed’s lap.

Ed had folded and had both hands on Theresa’s tits as she leaned back against him. As Ed nibbled her neck and fondled both her tits, the young girl reached over to take Bruce’s cock in her hand, pulling gently on his long, uncut hard-on.

The older man placed his large calloused hand on hers and assisted her with the stroking, the foreskin sliding up and down in her grip, hiding and revealing the smooth head.

Marie was now between our guest’s legs, her head slowly bobbing as her lips slid over Jeff’s hard black cock. The older Black biker leaned back to watch the beautiful young girl suck him as he sipped his whiskey.

Richard knelt on the floor behind her and slipped his hands around to cup both her soft round tits.

His hard cock slipped under her skirt and between her ass cheeks as she squatted to suck Jeff.

“OK, let’s move into the playroom everyone.” I announced.

“Playroom?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, this is where things get serious.” Richard said playfully, pulling Marie to her feet.

The door to the playroom swung open, and Jeff stood looking at the “furniture” behind the heavy doors.

A large wooden table dominated the room, the dark oak thick and heavy, and well worn. The surface was padded with dark leather. In the middle of the table, two thick wooden posts were attached to each side, on the posts, thick leather cuffs hung from iron rings.

Situated around the room there were several thick padded benches of various heights, with restraint poles bolted firmly to them at each end, and a few large thick wooden posts to which a woman could be tied.