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.
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