I hadn't worked in months and Daddy knew that money was short with me. So he told me the story about how Mommy used to play hostess when he had his buddies over for poker night and they would always tip her. I quickly agreed to do it, and told him I had the perfect outfit for it.
The night of the game, I came downstairs wearing my sexy French Maid outfit, and Daddy's eyes told me all I needed to know. He gave a low wolf whistle as I modeled it for him. It was low cut with white ruffles surrounding my lush cleavage as my ample breasts tried to overflow and spill out. My legs looked stunning in the black fishnet stockings and my shiny black six inch heels, and the white ruffled petticoats beneath the little black skirt gave way to a view of my milky white thighs above the stocking tops and my high, tight bottom in the white ruffled panties. I looked every bit the little blonde ****, and Daddy said, "The guys are gonna love you"
As each man arrived, I answered the door, escorting them to the poker table, my luscious body undulating seductively with my sexiest strut as I teetered on the spiked heels, and I served them their drink of choice. There was a general chorus of approval and delight among all the pla
As the game began, I was very attentive, refilling their drinks and bringing them snacks. Hand strayed up under my ruffled petticoats to feel my ***** through my white silk panties, and I was getting more and more aroused by all that touching.
"You know what I'd like?" one of the bolder men asked me. "I'd like to have you serve us topless."
The other men chimed in with enthusiastic encouragemet, but Daddy spoke up and said, "Topless is going to cost each of you bastards $50 each in tips"
Quickly, they each tossed a fifty dollar bill on the table, and Daddy gathered the stack up and offered it to me, ten crisp fifty dollar bills. I rolled them up and tucked them under the gater that I was wearing around my leg. Then I rolled the top of the French Maid costume down around my waist, revealing my proud breasts jutting out firmly from my chest with a slight uptilt to my very stiff nipples. There was a chorus of approval and praise from the men, then they returned to their poker game, and just like that, it was accepted that I would be serving them topless.
As I made my way around the table serving drinks and snacks, hands strayed to fondle and carress my bare breasts, adding to my state of increasing arousal. My nipples were soon swollen painfully stiff and erect, as the men would grab any opportunity to slide one hand up under my petticoats to tease my silk clad *****, while their other hand would tweak and pinch my jutting nipples. I felt my panties growing moist and sticky as my ***** began to drip with steamy excitement. It had been so long since I was the centerpiece amidst a group of well to do gentlemen, and I was utterly enjoying all the attention.
"You know what else I'd like to see?" the same bold pla
I glanced at Daddy for his approval, and he said "That will be another $50 apiece"
In a flash each man had tossed another fifty on the table, and I added another $500 to the wad tucked under my garter. I slowly and sensually peeled off my French Maid outfit, standing there in just my ruffled white panties, pretending to be a little shy, before I slid those panties down my legs and kicked them aside, revealing my nude body to all those hungry eyes. I made quite a show of turning my body to and fro to show it off to them, even bending over to grab my ankles, so that they were treated to a view of my juicy pink ***** and the little moist droplets that were dripping from my inflamed ***** lips telling of how aroused I had become. I left on my thigh high fishnet stockings and my spiked heels, because I knew they made me look even sexier than if I were completely naked, but it was clear from all those hungry looks that the men were satisfied that they were getting their money's worth.
They resumed their game, although they were all completely distracted as I strutted my luscious nakedness around the table. Now that my panties were gone, hand strayed to carress and explore my shaved *****, with fingers slipping between my ***** lips to finger **** me briefly before I moved away, and I was soon moaning and whimpering softly with utter enjoyment as each man teased my already aroused ***** to even higher levels of excitement, and sticky rivlets of ***** juices were dripping down my inner thighs.
I was on the verge of ******, when one of the men said, "To hell with the poker game, I want to **** this little blonde ****."
Daddy held me in his arms and said, "Gentlemen, my little blonde **** loves to **** and suck and do anything your heart's desire, but that is gonna cost each of you another $300 apiece. For that, you can have your way with her."
I was amazed at how quickly the money appeared, and the roll tucked under my garter was soon up to four thousand dollars, as I tingled with excitement at the knowledge that Daddy was gonna let his ten poker buddies use me as their paid *****. It was clear to me that he had done the same with Mommy before me, and that he was very comfortable pimping me to his friends.
***** appeared as the men began to ***** and I was soon eagerly sucking on one stiff **** and stroking two other thick ***** in my hands. One of the guy laid down on the carpet and I straddled him, sinking my slippery wet ***** sheath down over his jutting ******, skewering myself on it with eager delight, as I continued to stroke the two ***** in my hands and as the guy in my mouth began to **** his throbbing member deep into my hotly sucking throat.
One guy knelt behind me, pressing his **** into my anus, and it popped in easily, illiciting chuckles about how that was obviously a well-used route. I could care less about how cheaply they were considering me however because I was already *******, my body being racked with orgasmic convulsions, quivering and trembling as the big hard ***** ravaged my ***** and my ***, and as I swallowed the *** gushing down my throat from the **** in my mouth.
Daddy was watching the whole scene protectively, guarding me to insure there was no rough stuff, and proudly looked on as the men began to take turns with me. No sooner had one man shot off his load, that another man took his place, in my mouth, my ***** or up my ***, and my hands were continually guided to stroke those ***** that were waiting their turn.
I was almost continuously coming, riding a string of orgasmic explosions, each seemingly more powerful than the last, as those men kept coming back for seconds and thirds, ******* me and forcing me to suck their big *****, flooding my *** and ***** with their steamy ***, and forcing me to swallow gallons of their delicious ooze until I was reduced to little more than a sex-crazed maniac, unable to do anything except *** and ***, with ***** dripping from my *** and my ***** from all their leavings.
Finally, Daddy insisted we take a break, and he sheparded me out of the room and upstairs to take a shower and freshen up. "Are you going to **** me too, Daddy?" I asked him as I toweled dry and fixed my hair and makeup.
"No Baby, that wouldn't be right" Daddy said, as he tucked my wad of money into my panty drawer for safe keeping. "Dad's aren't supposed to **** their Daughters."
"But you'd like to, wouldn't you?" I asked as I reached out to palm and carress the obvious erection tenting his slacks. "I know you want to **** me."
"Yes, I want to." he admitted. "But I can't"
We rejoined the party downstairs, and as I strutted into the room I observed several stiff ***** that I knew I had to take care of. "Gentlemen, let's ****" I announced, and they moved back in to surround me, forcing their jutting peckers down my throat, up my *** and deep inside my eager wet *****.
One of them finally demanded to know why Daddy was not taking part. "She's my daughter" he explained, and most of them were shocked.
"You mean that I have ****** your wife and now I have ****** your daughter?" One of them exclaimed. "Damn that is hot!" And he renewed his ******* me with increased excitement.
This went on and on for hours, before they one by one became sated and unable to go on. I drained the last ****, slurping down the final drops of delicious male juice, and I stood amidst them surveying proudly all those spent, limp *****, with triumphant satisfaction that I had outlasted them all. I dont know exactly how many times I got ******, or how many times I sucked off a **** or how much *** I swallowed, but suffice to say, it was dozens of times.
They slowly gathered up their clothes and began to file out, and I kissed them each goodbye at the door, thanking them for treating me to such a nice time. Before leaving, they all thanked Daddy for supplying them with such a delicious little blonde **** and for letting them ravage his sex-hungry daughter.
After they left, it was sort of awkward between Daddy and I, since he had admitted he wanted to **** me and since I was only too eager to **** him as well after listening to all my girlfriends go on and on about what a good **** he was, and after all those sleepless nights dreaming about him. But instead, I went to my room to shower and clean up, and he went to his room.
I lay in my bed that night, thankful that I had finally made some good money again, and thankful that I had gotten to enjoy all those *******, but mainly it was Daddy that I was thinking about.