Luck Be a Lady

Literotic asexstories – Luck Be a Lady by raysofdawn,raysofdawn This is a story that’s been rattling around in my head for a while. It’s entirely fictional and all characters in the story are above the age of eighteen. The words cock/dick and cunt/pussy are used interchangeably, depending on how it seems to work best at the moment.

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The monthly poker night is a sacred tradition. The location changes depending on which of us has the best space available on the appointed day, but the player roster always remains the same. There’s me — Shane, 42, married, father of one — and my crew of three best friends: James, 38, single and happy to stay that way; Alex, 43, separated but supposedly ‘working it out’ with the mother of his two college-age kids; and Terry, also 42, married father of three kids under the age of fifteen.

Alex and I have been friends since we were in college. We spent the four best years of our lives playing sports, attending parties, and occasionally completing schoolwork. We weren’t the rowdiest two on campus, by far, but we got into our fair share of shenanigans. The other guys we met through an inter-office bowling league that turned out to be too boring for long term commitment, but introduced us to some really fun dudes I’m happy to spend one Saturday a month fleecing for cash one hand at a time.

This month’s game is being held at the new home I’ve recently purchased with my wife, because the spacious finished basement has been designated my long-awaited ‘man cave’ and has the best sound system, a mini-bar, and a slick, professional-style poker table gifted to me by my lovely wife and daughter just this past Christmas. The table is hexagon shaped and made of beautifully lacquered dark oak wood with a lush, green felt top. Pricey as fuck, but well worth it.

We are three hands and a few drinks in when I hear footsteps descending the basement stairs.

“Thought you were rolling bachelor-style tonight,” Terry inquired mildly, not bothering to look up from the cards he was shuffling back and forth in his hands.

“So did I,” I answered, leaning back in my chair slightly for a better view of the stair landing. A pair of high heels and long legs become visible well before the rest of my daughter appears.

Terry is right, I’m supposed to be on my own tonight. My wife, Deanna, is out of town for the weekend. She usually finds something to occupy her time for whatever weekend my poker night lands on. She likes Alex and Terry, and she tolerates James, but she prefers not to be present when we’re all together. Something about not being dragged down into frat-house humor or whatever. My daughter, Lainey, is supposed to be out with girlfriends at a party. I expected her home eventually, but not for hours yet.

Before Deanna left, she made me swear on my brand-new poker table to look after Lainey. It’s not like I don’t care for my kid, it’s just that we’ve always had a little bit of an odd relationship. I’m not overly good at the parental stuff; all the discipline and lectures and rules stuff just never came easily to me. When she was growing up, Lainey and I were more like goofy siblings than parent and child. I loved to roam the woods looking for bugs and snakes with her. I snuck her out of school on multiple occasions just to have someone fun to see a new film with on opening day. I did not — and still don’t — say ‘no’ to her very often. My wife has a problem with that. Things have been a little bit better since Lainey began maturing and wanting to do more grown up things on her own and with her friends, though she and my wife still butt heads on a pretty regular basis.

Lainey is nineteen and blissfully enjoying a freedom-filled gap year between high-school graduation and beginning college. Her mother worries that giving Lainey a year to laze around and party will stunt her ambition and derail her future, but I’m not worried. She’s wickedly smart and stunningly beautiful, and I burst with pride every time I see her. What her head for numbers and details won’t get her in life, her glossy brown curls, full lips, and brilliant green eyes will. Not to mention the legs. Legs for days.

The legs she gets from her mother. The eyes are all me.

“Hey, honey,” I greet her with a smile. There’s a slight wobble to her step that tells me she’s probably had a drink or two, but her gaze is sharp and clear. “Party wind down early?”

“No, it was the worst!” She complains, wandering over and plopping unceremoniously down on my lap. I have to do some quick adjusting to save both my cards and my junk from imminent disaster. “I mean, it started off good, but the guys all wanted to get super wasted and turned it into a contest which ended in tears and vomit.”

I try to suppress a laugh, but Alex makes no such attempt. Lainey’s glare just makes him chuckle harder. “Sorry, kiddo. That’s guys in their twenties for you.”

James nods, flashing a grin at her that is — as usual for James — borderline inappropriate. “They’re only ever thinking about one thing. And it’s never the one thing you want them to be thinking about.”

“Jesus, James,” Terry muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just saying!” James defends, waving a hand vaguely at Lainey. “If the rest of the girls at the party were dressed half as sharp as our little Lainey, those guys had no cause to be getting trashed when they could be getting friendly.”

I’m aware that it’s at this point that I should be getting pissed at James. I know my wife would be. James always has a bit of a loose tongue around pretty much everyone. No topic is ever too taboo for polite company, as far as he’s concerned. Still, I can’t really muster up much anger when Lainey seems to light up every time he makes a somewhat lewd comment wrapped in a compliment. I first noticed her responding like that a couple years ago. I’m pretty sure she’s got a crush.

Also, he’s sort of got a point. With her sitting in my lap, I’m in a unique position to appreciate just how soft — and tight — the deep green, sheath mini-dress she’s wearing compliments her eyes so perfectly and how it hugs every curve of her body. The thin shoulder straps keep the criminally plunging neckline from being outright indecent, but only just.

She’s not wearing a bra I note, and try to immediately forget, although that’s difficult to do when directly across from me, there’s a liquor cabinet at the mini-bar with a shiny, glass door that perfectly reflects the image of Lainey sitting in my lap with her nipples hard and jutting up beneath the dress fabric. I really didn’t think it was that cold in the basement.

Then again, I’m fully dressed.

“Exactly!” Lainey exclaims, grinning broadly at James. “How lame do you have to be to get wasted instead of getting lucky?”

“So lame,” James intones very seriously, then smirks again.

I groan and shake my head, trying not to jostle Lainey too much in my lap. “I think that’s enough talk about getting lucky, thanks.”

Lainey turns her head and pouts at me over her shoulder. “Don’t be like that! Maybe you can get lucky? I bet if I stay here, you’ll win big. I can do it for you!”

She snatches my cards from my hands and arranges and rearranges them in her own. I shrug and wrap my arms around her waist, resigned. “I guess we’ll see.”

My hopes are not high. I’m not even sure she knows how to play poker.

Then again, there are worse ways to lose a few bucks.

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The next couple hands go shockingly well for me and my new poker partner. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. I’m not sure James’ eyes ever left Lainey’s chest long enough to even look at his cards. Of course, sitting directly across from her puts him at a spectacular disadvantage in that respect. The other two fare slightly better, but they’re obviously not playing their best.

Honestly, I’m not hating how tonight’s game is shaking out financially or otherwise. And if I get to sit back, relax, and enjoy the shifting of a shapely ass against my crotch every time Lainey leans forward to scoop money across the table to her growing pile of winnings, who’s to complain? Certainly not my three best friends who have front-row seats to the spectacular view down her cleavage each time. Hell, they may be losing on purpose, at this point.

That preoccupation, it seems, can only take them so far before they begin to take offense to their dwindling funds.

“Fuck you, Shane,” Alex mutters half-heartedly as he folds once more. “Your lucky charm is kicking our asses.”

I struggle not to choke when his comment causes Lainey to giggle and squirm just as I swallow a sip of whiskey from my glass. I cough a second before clearing my throat and giving him a wide smile. “Maybe you just suck at poker?”

“Or maybe you should share the wealth?” Terry mutters, then blinks at his half-empty glass as though wondering if he’s had too much.

I’m wondering the same thing about all of us. If I wasn’t drinking, would I be sitting here with a hard-on inside the finest denim Wrangler has to offer, while my scantily-clad daughter wriggles in my lap? I’m telling myself no, just like I’m telling myself that the drink is also responsible for the complete lack of concern I have about James, Alex, and Terry eye-fucking her from their various seats around the table.

It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the thrill that goes through me whenever I think that she’s my daughter — mine — and I’m the one allowing them this.

A proprietary thrill shoots through my body and pools in my groin. She’s mine, I think as one hand sinks from her waist to rest on her bare thigh below the mini-skirt. Mine, I think again with a rush when she spreads her legs just a bit wider in invitation, still appearing every bit as focused on the cards as she has for the last two hands. Mine, I want to moan, my hand flexing on the soft flesh of her inner thigh… and it feels hot. So much hotter than the palm of my hand.

“Maybe later,” I murmur, not caring that my voice has gone husky or that my friends are giving me surprised or appraising looks. Or are they eager? “I’m not done, yet.”

Lainey gives a breathy giggle and leans back more heavily into me, the motion inching her further down my lap and my hand further up her thigh. My fingertips brush the edge of lacy panties, already damp with promise.

“Whose deal is it?” Terry asks with a voice that’s clearly straining to stay neutral.

“Mine,” Alex answers, shaking himself from his nipple-induced stupor and reaching for the deck. James and Terry don’t bother to take their hungry gazes from Lainey’s body while Alex shuffles.

I can’t even blame them. I’m lost, myself, my fingers stroking slow and teasing up and down the soft lace covering Lainey’s slit. The panties are moist from her arousal and the knowledge that my daughter’s been sitting here wet and horny in my lap for nearly an hour has my cock twitching in my jeans. I don’t even stop to consider how far over every line I am before I slide my fingers under the panties and dip in between her slick lips to sink my ring finger into her pussy.

Lainey plays off her moan as pleasure over the cards she’s been dealt, but I’m more than certain no one at the table is buying it. Across from us, James in particular can clearly see the muscles in my arm working as I steadily finger her, sliding my index finger in alongside the ring and working her clit with my thumb. I pretend not to notice his intense gaze and stare fixedly at the cards in Lainey’s hands. At gunpoint, I couldn’t have said what any of them were.

“Mmmm,” Lainey hums, licking her lips mindlessly while she struggles to stay still. There’s a hitch to her words like there are moans behind them, struggling to break free. “Do we have wild cards?”

“Twos and sevens,” I answer without bothering to consult the others. They don’t care. Haven’t cared since she sat down. I don’t care either, but when I let my voice go low and rumble the answer against the side of her neck, she trembles in my arms and her pussy clenches around my fingers.

“Uh huh,” she gasps, squirming.

From the corner of my eye, I can see sweat has broken out on Terry’s forehead. He’s been shifting quite a bit in his seat, as well, and I know if I looked under the table I’d see him sporting a hard-on, too. James has one, no question, his intense gaze and harsh breath can only be arousal. Alex looks dazed, his eyes moving from his cards, to Lainey’s heaving chest, to my arm disappearing beneath the table, and back… again and again.

I feel fucking powerful. I love it.

The usual round of discarding and drawing begins and I only half watch. The guys are making an effort to stay in the game, but their hearts clearly aren’t in it. Or heads. Or anything that isn’t their dicks. There’s barely any discussion before Lainey produces a weak three-of-a-kind and the others fold without ever showing their cards.

When Lainey leans forward to collect her winnings, I plunge a third finger into her and she freezes with her torso flat against the felt, arms stretched out before her. She whines low and needy and I nearly cum then and there.

Then she straightens up again. A throaty laugh escapes her as she pats the not-insignificant pile of coins and bills in front of us. “They might be right, Daddy. Fair’s fair. You’ve won a lot so far. I better spread the love around.”

Daddy. Christ, she hasn’t called me that in forever.

My fingers slip free and three sets of wide eyes follow her as she slowly gets to her feet. She takes a second to tug her skirt back down into proper position from where it’s ridden up, then walks around the table to my left. I’ve either never noticed before or she’s doing it for show, but each step on her high heels makes her hips and ass sway. The sight makes me want to pull her back down into my lap, but I force myself to wait and see where this goes.

She stops beside Alex’s chair and smiles sweetly at him. “Want a stroke of luck, Uncle Alex?”

It’s entirely possible Alex isn’t even breathing right now. His wide, glassy eyes stare up at her like an uncomprehending supplicant at the foot of a goddess. Never mind that she hasn’t called him ‘uncle’ since she was in middle school. Never mind that he’s technically as married as I am. Never mind that he has to be aware of what I’ve just spent the last few minutes doing to her. Every line of his body screams that he wants her.

“Always.”

He swallows hard and pushes his seat back from the table slightly to accommodate her. I can’t see his erection from where I sit, but I see him go red when she sees it and I see him go redder still when she perches directly atop it. He’s the only one of us not wearing jeans and I can vividly imagine the front of his track pants being soaked with pre-cum already. The thought of it against her already moist panties is not one I imagined I’d enjoy so much.

Lainey wiggles until she’s pleased with her seat and Alex is making soft, strangled noises, then reaches for the cards to hand them over to James. “Your deal, Uncle Jamie.”

My little girl has never called James ‘uncle’ before… or ‘Jamie’, for that matter. He’s always let her call him by his first name and since she was small she has always delighted in being on a first name basis with ‘grown ups’. When she uses the title on him now, his nostrils flare and he swallows hard. ‘Uncle’ must do it for him as much as ‘Daddy’ does it for me.

“Sure thing, baby girl,” he rasps as he takes the cards and begins to shuffle. His hands work the cards with expert technique, even though his eyes never leave Lainey’s face, her neck, her chest. He’s leering openly, clearly committing every detail to his spank bank for later use.

In Alex’s lap, Lainey’s eyes are closed and there’s a blissful little smile on her lips. Alex’s hands are invisible beneath the table, but the muscles in his right arm are working overtime. He’s really putting some effort into it.

“Fours and Jacks wild,” James says as he begins to deal the cards. Then he licks his lips and declares, “Winner gets to use the lucky charm.”

I am aware, once again, that I should be protesting his wording, if nothing else. I should be incandescent with rage that my best friends want to ‘use’ my daughter for anything. I’m… not, though. James isn’t the only one fueling up his spank bank tonight. I’m fully prepared to see where this goes, so long as Lainey is still onboard.

If the flushed cheeks and parted, panting lips are anything to judge by, she is.

She gives a lazy smile and nods, happily consenting and I realize in that moment that I’m going to lose this hand. On purpose.

“I suggest you play hard, then,” is what I tell James, “Because I’m about to get back what’s mine.”

Even though I know I’m going to lose, it still gives me a thrill to declare her mine. I’m enjoying reminding them whose daughter this is. They’re all lucky as fuck right now and they should know it.

The poker hand progresses as normal and it’s clear James and Terry have both put their game faces back on. Terry is still sweating like the AC isn’t blasting, even though it has been the entire time. James shifts restlessly in his seat and glares at his cards as though he’s ordering them to cooperate. Alex is trying, I can tell, but he’s knuckles deep inside Lainey’s cunt and gasping almost as hard as she is, so concentration’s not really happening for him right now. Well, not on a card game.

As for myself, I’m putting all my effort into not reaching for my dick, even though it’s aching inside my jeans that are nearly soaked through with pre-cum. And on deciding which cards I’m holding are the best and therefore have to be discarded. Sure, I could play well and try to win. I might even succeed, but I’ve already had Lainey in my lap tonight and I promise myself I will again, but not right now. Right now, I want to see what Alex, James, and Terry do with her. What she lets them do with her.

The thought of them passing her back and forth between them, nearly makes me give up on not reaching for my cock. I knew I had a touch of a voyeurism kink, but nothing like this.

No one is more surprised than Terry when he wins the hand. He stares, open mouthed, at his cards where they lay on the table while James looks both mutinous and depressed. Alex is absolutely devastated. For half a second I think he might cry, but then Lainey turns her head and reaches a hand up to pull him into a filthy kiss.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Alex,” she gasps when they part, “I’m sure I’ll be back.”

She gets up then and all four of us hold our breaths when we watch her slip out of Alex’s lap and not even bother to adjust her dress before she starts around the table, this time. Her skirt is hiked high enough to show her black lacy panties soaked and pushed aside where my best friend had been going to town fingering her. There was a clear view of a strip of soft, well-trimmed curls peeking out beside them each time she takes a step on those gorgeous heels.

Lainey pauses behind James who is still glaring daggers at Terry. She rests her hands on his shoulders and leans down to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. The motion presses her tits against the back of his neck and shoulders and I imagine he can feel those rock-hard nipples jabbing him in the back. Lucky bastard.

“Don’t be sad, Uncle Jamie. The game’s not over.” She kisses his cheek again and when he turns his head trying to catch her in a proper kiss, she giggles and lets him have a quick, teasing one. “Plenty of time, still, for you to get lucky.”

“But, not right now,” Terry interrupts, finally finding his voice. He’s got a dark look I’ve never seen on his face before, but one that explains why he has three children so close together with his lovely wife. I imagine that look is a guaranteed panty dropper.

It certainly seems to draw in Lainey who disentangles herself from James and finished her circuit of the table to stand beside Terry. Sweet, quiet, happily married Terry who wastes no time reaching for her hips to turn her to face him and then hoists her up onto the table in front of his seat.

I should… yeah… probably protest, but Terry’s seated closest to me on my right side and I have an excellent view of him sweeping her panties down her legs and throwing them aside. I watch my little girl stretch out across the table in front of me as Terry pushes her upper body back to lie down and buries his face between her thighs.

“Fuck,” Lainey gasps, reaching her hands above her to grip the other edge of the table. I’ve never been so glad of my furniture choices than I have of this apparently perfectly shaped table. “Oh fuck, Uncle Terry, yes please…. that’s so good…”

I reach for my glass and take a gulp of my whiskey, feeling it burn down my suddenly dry throat. The ice cubes in my glass clink into each other and an idea forms before I can stop myself. I set the glass down and use one hand to fish an ice cube from it while the other hand reaches across to hook fingertips into the fabric covering one of Lainey’s beautiful tits and pulls it aside. The little spaghetti straps on the dress stretch easily and allow her breast to slip free.

Lainey shrieks and her back arches off the table when I press the ice to her naked nipple. The motion presses Terry’s face deeper into her pussy and I hear him grunt in pleasure. I ignore him for the moment, content to torture Lainey rubbing the cold, slippery ice in circles around the tight nub. Another hand reaches into view and I see James peel back the fabric covering her other breast. He doesn’t bother with ice. He stands and I see a flash of his jeans unzipped and his angry, weeping cock bouncing around free before he leans over the table and sucks Lainey’s other nipple into his mouth.

She lies panting, keening, and cursing, spread out on the table before me like a feast. Money and cards are getting wrinkled and sweaty under her body, but it doesn’t matter. She could be writhing around on millions and I couldn’t care less about it. I’m too enraptured by watching her lithe, beautiful body on display.

My hand works the cube over her nipple until the ice melts, then I fetch another piece. I could do even more, but I’m content for now to watch my friends pleasure her in whatever way she demands. James is still suckling her tit like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever tasted and Terry is making a cacophony of obscene sounds devouring her willing pussy.

“Oh, Uncle Alex!” Lainey gasps and I look up.

I’ve almost forgotten Alex is there, he’s been so quiet. When I turn my head, I see him standing near Lainey’s head with his pants down around mid-thigh and his hand slowly stroking his sizeable cock. We’ve been friends a long time and various college locker rooms haven given me opportunity to take note of his lengthy cock, but I never thought much about it beyond acknowledging it. Now, it’s inches from my daughter’s face and her wide eyes are looking at it like it’s her new favorite thing.

She gives her bottom lip a slow, deliberate lick, gaze focused on Alex. “Give it to me.”

Alex reaches down to grip Lainey under her arms and hauls her closer to him. The motion upsets Terry slightly who curses and then quickly stands, folding himself over the table to resume his position and continue eating her out. I doubt he even truly realizes what happened. The change in position, though, does wonders for Lainey who can now tip her head back over the edge of the table into a more comfortable position to take Alex’s cock.

“Open wide, Laines,” Alex whispers, and I wonder if he’s fallen back on her old childhood nickname out of habit or if he’s doing it deliberately to infuse it with this new, filthy context. Whichever it is, he wastes no time slipping the shiny head of his cock between her parted lips and she begins sucking eagerly.

I watch her cheeks hollow out and her throat work with each suck and swallow. Alex braces his hands on the table edge beside Lainey’s, both sets of hands gripping the wood from opposite sides. His arms shake and each suckling sound from Lainey’s lips makes my own cock ache in sympathy. If he lasts a full minute, I’ll be amazed and impressed.

Terry comes up for air at the other end of the table, face slick with Lainey’s juices. He sits back in his seat looking glassy-eyed and stunned and I realize he’s jerked himself to completion while he ate her out. The man’s always been a master of multi-tasking.

For a minute, Lainey’s hips rock restlessly into the thin air and I watch her. The felt tabletop beneath her hips is turning dark from the moisture dripping down from her needy cunt. I rub myself through my jeans and for the first time I really consider filling that need. Before I can decide one way or another, James’ hand slides into view and without hesitation, he sinks three fingers into my little girl. She squeals around Alex’s cock down her throat and I sit back and watch, for now.

“Oh God, oh fuck, Jesus…” Alex pants almost chanting the words between clenched teeth. He’s rocking gently, carefully into Lainey’s mouth and she’s sucking him for all she’s worth. “I can’t… I’m cumming…”

A long, deep moan follows his outburst and Lainey’s throat muscles start working overtime as she swallows. A bit of saliva and cum dribbles from the corner of her mouth when Alex pulls free slowly and stumbles back from the table. He drops bare-assed onto the couch across the room looking stunned and satisfied at the same time.

James straightens and takes his mouth from Lainey’s breast, the nipple popping free slick and swollen from his attentions. He steps around to the space vacated by Alex and looks down at her, cupping the back of her head to bring it up to a more horizontal position. She looks dazed, hair sticking in sweaty strands to her face, lips swollen and chafed from the friction and sticky with Alex’s cum. James uses his other hand, still slick from fingering her, to cup her face gently. His thumb rubs the combined juices into her bottom lip. “Up for another round, baby girl?”

It takes a second for Lainey’s eyes to focus, then she smiles sweetly at him. “I’ve wanted to suck your cock for years, Uncle Jamie.”

“Can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he murmurs and he really does look flummoxed. It seems we’re all getting our world views rocked in all kinds of ways tonight.

“I noticed,” I say without thinking and they both look at me in surprise. I shrug. “Lainey’s had a crush since she was at least sixteen.”

“Daddy!” She gasps, sounding incredibly scandalized for a girl whose naked breasts and pussy were still on open display. She’s a fucking vision straight out of a wet dream, honestly. I’ve paid good money for pornos that weren’t nearly so hot.

“Is that right?” James purred, grinning down at Lainey with a smile I recognize from so many nights watching him with women in bars. It’s his now-I-know-she’s-wet-for-me-and-I’m-going-to-exploit-the-fuck-out-of-it smile. I watch him lean down and kiss her. It’s awkward with the angle and filthy with Alex’s cum and they both moan like they could get off on the kiss alone. When he pulls back, he swipes his tongue across her bottom lip, then says, “Let’s not keep you waiting any longer, then.”

This time I miss seeing the cock slide into Lainey’s mouth. Instead, I stand and pick up my glass, carrying it to the mini bar for a refill. There’s a barely-there tremble in my hands and a raging hard-on in my pants, but otherwise I think I’m doing pretty good keeping my cool. Especially with my daughter’s moans and my friend’s filthy words of praise running behind me.

When I return to the table, I nudge Terry and he starts, broken from his post-nut stupor. He blinks owlishly up at me and I tip my head toward James’ abandoned chair. After a few seconds, he takes the hint and moves to the other seat, tucking himself away and doing up his jeans as he goes.

I sink into the seat between Lainey’s legs and set my glass down by her hip. I let my gaze travel over her smooth legs still wearing her ‘fuck me’ heels, her swollen pussy lips, her flat stomach. Her tits are still mostly free, but the top of her dress keeps them pushed together and partially out of sight.

Fuck it, I’ll buy her a new one.

“Fuck, yes!” James moans when I reach up and snap the spaghetti straps and watch her tits bounce completely free. I pull the dress down to meet the bunched-up skirt until it’s little more than a belt around her waist. Perfect.

Once I have completely unfettered access to her body, I sit back, letting my hands trail down her belly, hips, and inner thighs. Then I slide them back up her smooth skin, fingertips resting on the creases of her hips while my thumbs stroke the slick, swollen lips and neglected clit so prettily on display for me. She’s squealing again, squirming against my touch and clutching tightly to James’ waist while she sucks him hard. My touch seems to make her even more eager. Talk about an ego boost.

I remove my hands and hear her whine unhappily. It occurs to me that I have no idea if she’s cum yet. She may not… or she may have several times. They boys were certainly working for it.

“Patience,” I tell her, patting her hip playfully.

I reach for my glass to take a drink and suck a cube into my mouth. Setting the glass aside, I bend down and put my mouth on her clit, teasing the little nub with my tongue and the ice. At the same time, I slide two fingers deep inside her and feel the walls of her pussy clench around them in response to the sudden onslaught.

“Whatever you’re doing,” James pants, “Keep fucking doing it. She’s sucking my goddamn spine out through my dick.”

I glance up, but I’m too busy to speak. My mouth moves from her clit down to her cunt and I slide my fingers free to replace it with my tongue, still chilled from the ice. She makes a choked sound like she’s sobbing around the cock down her throat and it drives me on, lapping and sucking at her eager pussy. I keep busy, alternating between fingering her while I suck her clit and fucking her with my tongue. She’s writhing now, her legs over my shoulders, shoe heels digging into my back, and her body twisting against the felt top.

I’m never going to be able to look at a poker table or a deck of cards again without getting hard.

I know for sure she cums this time, because her pussy clenches hard around my fingers, sucking them in deep. I hear James cry out at nearly the same second and then hear Lainey’s desperate swallowing as she tries to manage the load while riding out her own orgasm.

“Fuck,” James whispers in a shaky voice as he pulls back from Lainey’s mouth and stumbles around to drop into my vacated chair. His pants are down nearly to his ankles, though he clearly doesn’t care. He sprawls bonelessly, chest heaving like he’s run a mile. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Oh my god,” Lainey breathes in response. She’s spread-eagled on the table, with her head still tipped back over the edge, arms limp at her sides, legs spread wide to either side of where I sit. Her dress is a tiny, forgotten scrap of fabric around her waist and her body is slick with sweat and other fluids. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

I’ve waited long enough. Too. Fucking. Long.

I stand and reach for her hips, pulling her gently back across the table top so her head is resting flat again. She hums appreciatively at the more comfortable position and casts me a lazy look full of contentment. She is clearly extremely pleased with herself. Once she’s positioned, I let her legs rest to either side of me as I lean down, resting my elbows on the table beside her head, my still fully clothed body pressing down against her almost completely nude form.

“Hi, Daddy,” she whispers soft and sweet, and it takes every scrap of control I have not to grind down on her.

“Hi, baby,” I answer back just as soft and fond. “Feeling pretty good?”

“Mmmhmm,” she answers, nodding slowly.

“How many times did you cum tonight?” I ask her and watch a beautiful blush move across her skin from her face, down her neck and chest.

“Not sure,” she answers with a shrug and a breathless giggle. “I lost count. You’re all really good with your hands and your mouths.”

I smile at that and I can’t help but kiss her. She’s incredibly sweet on my tongue, despite the mixed essences of Alex and James still lingering there. I make the kiss gentle and thorough, even though all I want to do right now is fucking devour her.

“Think you can give me one more, sweetheart?” I ask her when we part for air.

She whines softly, arching up against me in response. I’m not sure if she’s reacting to the words, my tone, or the knowledge that I plan to wring one more orgasm from her before we’re done. Maybe it’s all of the above?

“Yes,” she gasps, desperately. “Yes, I can.”

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper so soft I’m not sure James can even hear me, sitting as close as he is. Lainey hears me, that’s for sure. The arousal in her expression ratchets up to an almost feral intensity. Seems my baby girl has a budding praise kink.

I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of finding ways to use it.

I kiss her sweetly once more, then move slowly back, pressing a soft kiss to each nipple before I straighten up completely. Standing there between her legs, glancing down the length of her body, all I can think is how lucky I am as I finally unfasten my jeans and shove them down my hips. I can’t help the intense sigh of relief that escapes me when my neglected cock springs free. God, I feel like I’ve been hard for hours. Days, even.

James and Terry are still seated at the table, their focus never wavering from Lainey’s luscious body. I’m dimly aware of Alex getting to his feet and leaving the couch to retake his seat at the other end of the table. Nobody wants to miss this, it seems.

I can’t resist teasing her a little as I take my cock in hand and rub the head gently against her sopping wet hole. “Lainey, baby?”

“Mmm… yes, Daddy?” She asks, trying to slant her hips enough to draw me inside her.

I don’t let her, keeping my cock just outside, rubbing teasingly against her. “Did you plan this tonight?”

“Wha?” Her eyes snap open and she stares at me for a second. “Not… exactly…”

“What does that mean?” I ask, pushing forward to sink into her just a tiny bit. The head pops just inside her and I wiggle my hips, shifting around a bit, but not giving her the thrusts she’s clearly aching for.

“Daddy! Please!”

“Tell me,” I demand, withdrawing entirely. I ignore her cry of protest and resume rubbing my swollen, angry cock against her. “Tell me everything and then you’ll get everything.”

Lainey’s face is twisted in a pout of epic proportions and her fingernails scrabble uselessly on the tabletop as she fights to control herself. I’m a little concerned for the new felt top before James reaches forward and takes her hand closest to him. He pulls it close and kisses her wrist before pushing the hand back down against the table edge and holding it there. “Easy on the new table, baby girl.”

After a second, Terry also reaches out and takes her other hand, restraining it similarly.

My daughter gasps and squirms restlessly beneath me, tugging faintly against their holds. She moans, head rolling side to side, all pent-up horny energy with no way to release it. After a few seconds, James snakes his other hand across her and between our bodies to press a fingertip into her clit and rub it excruciatingly slowly.

“Fuck!” Lainey shrieks and her breath catches on a sob. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you! Just fuck me, Daddy, please!”

I almost cave at that. Distantly, I hear someone mutter that that’s the hottest thing they’ve ever heard. Maybe it’s Alex? I’m not sure, there’s a faint ringing in my ears as I force myself back under control.

“Tell me. Then, I’ll fuck you,” I finally answer and I feel James’ finger rubbing her harder.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, I planned it!” She wails, squirming hard. Terry uses his other hand to grab her leg closest to him and hold it still, spread wide. James is too busy to worry about her other leg. “Not… not when, exactly. But, this. I wanted this.”

“All of us?” Alex asks and I feel Lainey jump underneath me. He sitting so far above where her head lays, she may have forgotten he’s there.

“Yeah,” she confirms. “Kayla and I have been inventing ways to spot you guys naked for years. There’s a peep hole into the men’s locker room of the community center. Some of the other girls in the neighborhood showed us.”

I see Alex’s eyes go wide. Kalya is his eldest daughter. Since he separated from his wife, he only sees Kayla every other weekend and some holidays. I can see him mentally reevaluating those times now.

“That’s it,” Lainey sobs. “I promise I told you everything. Please, Daddy!?”

I don’t waste time with answering. I push inside her with one smooth thrust, momentarily trapping James’ hand between us before he slips it free. As I start up a hard, steady pace, I feel him grip her leg by the thigh and pull it aside to match Terry’s hold on the other. Spread wide and pinned as she is beneath me, she looks helpless, but we all know she could put a stop to all of this with a single word.

We all know she absolutely doesn’t want to.

“Ye-yes… yes, fuck…. fuck, please… I…” She’s incoherent, wailing and thrashing on the table top. Her hips work, struggling to meet each of my thrusts. Her pussy is so sopping wet that it makes the most delicious, obscene sounds every time my pelvis slams into her. I can feel the wetness squelching out around my cock with every stroke.

The boys are watching her with ravenous gazes. I can hear Terry muttering about wishing he could get hard again so soon. Alex, not to be left out, leans forward and reaches down over her shoulders to cup her tits and squeeze them. He pinches her nipples and twists them between his thumbs and forefingers. Every additional point of stimulation kicks the volume of her cries up several notches.

No one at the table is prepared for Alex to lean closer and start talking in a throaty voice against her ear. “Look at that lovely little cunt of yours getting pounded by your daddy. Such a good little girl, taking it all so sweetly.”

I’m clearly not the only one who’s noticed and willing to exploit her praise kink.

“Uncle Alex!” She gasps, looking over at him with eyes glossy with tears of overstimulation and wide, parted lips.

He gives her a smile that is far too gentle to be coming from the man absolutely torturing her nipples. “That’s me, sweet girl. I’m going to feel your beautiful lips on my cock every time I close my eyes from now on. Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to be, all the time, because of you?”

Alex’s words are having one hell of an effect on Lainey. Her pussy walls are clamping down on my cock like a vise. Every inch I pull my cock free is an inch I fight for, and thrusting back into her is sweet, sweet torture. I’ve never had a fuck like this. Never. I’m going to be ruined for fucking for the rest of my life.

“That’s right baby,” I rasp through dry lips. “Bunch of dirty old men, cocks at the ready for you all the time.”

“Promise me!” She begs and right at that moment, I’d give her anything. Anything.

“I promise,” James declares without hesitation and I know without a doubt he’ll be counting the minutes until the promise is fulfilled.

“Yeah,” Terry whispers, wide-eyed. “Promise.”

“I promise,” Alex declares, leaning down at an odd angle to catch her in a dirty kiss.

“I. Promise!” I gasp, punctuating each word with a wicked thrust and, as though the promise gave me permission, I cum so hard I see stars behind my eyelids. I can’t stop moving the entire time I’m cumming, though the pattern of my thrust goes haywire and jerky. I’m on autopilot or instinct or whatever force takes hold when a really good orgasm renders the thinking brain useless.

I lay there against her, weight mostly held up by shaking arms, cock still buried deep inside her as the last twitching spasms fade. My spent cock twitches at the thought of my cum filling her up. I shouldn’t be this thrilled by it and I have no idea what the status of her birth control is, but all I can really think is that the caveman part of my brain likes the statement it makes. Likes it a lot.

With shaky laughs, the boys release Lainey’s various body parts and sit back in their seats. The chill of the AC is hitting me now where the sweat is clinging to my body and I know the second I move, Lainey is going to be frozen. And slick and sticky and cum covered and… fuck… if I keep up this train of thought, I’ll never move.

Slowly, very slowly, Lainey moves her legs to wrap them around me. I’d forgotten about her high heels, but I feel them now, digging slightly into my ass. I couldn’t possibly care less about it.

“Don’t move, yet, Daddy. I want to bask.”

I chuckle despite myself and she shivers at the vibrations moving through her. “Oh yeah? Feeling pretty proud of yourself, hmm?”

“You bet I am,” she declares, eyes closed and a beatific smile on her lips. “Kayla would be so pissed if she knew what she missed out on.”

I look up and blink at Alex who seems stunned all over again that his own little girl has been contriving to see him and his friends naked. I sympathize with the shock, but honestly, I’m going to go ahead and be just fine with the whole thing. I feel far too good right now to wrestle with any moral dilemmas.

Terry, though, happily married Terry looks increasingly alarmed. “You’re, uh, you’re going to tell her?”

None of the three look pleased by the idea.

“What?” She yelps, eyes snapping open to look over at Terry. “Fuck, no! I did all the work and I’m not sharing. If she wants your dicks she’s going to have to put the effort in.”

All the boys breathe a sigh of relief, although I can see a hint of intrigue on James’ face. He and Alex are going to have to work that one out, I’m staying out of it.

“That’s my girl,” I praise and feel her hips twitch automatically at the words. Yeah, that’s going to be a lot of fun. “Better let me up now before my back goes out and we get stuck like this.”

Lainey giggles. “Oh no! Anything but that!”

I snort and gently push her legs off my waist. When I stand, my back does twinge, but it’s an incredibly small price to pay for how good the rest of me feels. I take her hand and pull her up into a sitting position. She shivers in the blast of AC. “Fuck, it’s cold down here.”

Her nipples are hard as little pebbles again and even though my dick is definitely down for the count, I want to lean in and suck them. She smiles knowingly at me when she sees my gaze. “I think I need a hot bath.”

She slides off the table to her feet, wobbling for a second on shaky legs and high heels. What’s left of her dress slips down over her hips and falls to the floor. She ignores it, stepping over the scrap and heading for the stairs.

The four of us sit around the table reeking of sex and in various states of undress, exchanging looks. There’s little to no chance of the poker game continuing now, but I can’t really find it in myself to care. None of the others seem too keen to move at all.

At the stair landing, my beautiful, thoroughly debauched daughter pauses, naked but for a pair of heels and smiles at each of us. “See you guys next month!”

Then, she’s gone and I know the monthly poker game has found a new, permanent home.