Daddy's Greedy Princess Pt. 06

All characters depicted in this work are aged 18 years or over. Intended for adult audiences only.

A/N: Do I know next to nothing about how poker works? Yes. Did I write this anyway? Also yes. Please enjoy! xx

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To be honest, I still can't believe my mom and Daddy are getting a divorce.

When he first told me, I thought maybe I'd dreamed it up as post-orgasm wishful thinking. But no, sure enough, here we are, two months later, and she's packed her bags and moved out. It turned out she'd been cheating on Daddy with some younger guy at her workplace, so the divorce wasn't solely driven by me seducing Daddy in the first place.

Now that my stupid mom is out of the picture and living with that other guy, my daddy and I can finally enjoy ourselves the way I've always wanted. We can sleep in the same bed, and - most importantly - fuck wherever and whenever we want.

Daddy fucks me awake, before I go to work, in the car on the commute, as soon as I get home, on the dining table, on the sofa while we watch TV, and before we go to bed. My pussy is constantly wet and ready for him, and a day hasn't gone by without him filling me to the brim with hot cum.

To celebrate my daddy's divorce being finalised, he's invited the guys from the fire-station to our house for a barbecue. Daddy is the Captain, so he's technically their boss, but they're all friends more than colleagues by now. There's five of them in total - three around the same age as Daddy, and two younger guys in their twenties - and all of them are ridiculously hot. Like, if I didn't find my daddy to be the most handsome man in the world, I would definitely be trailing after one of them instead.

I've only met them a handful of times, but never in the time Daddy and I have been fucking. I wonder if they'll be able to figure out our secret...

I haven't been downstairs all night, mostly to give Daddy time to hang out with his friends without having me cramping his style. I love being the center of attention, but I know having a nineteen-year-old daughter hanging around doesn't exactly foster rough-and-tough man-talk. Although, judging from the way their voices have progressively grown louder throughout the night, I don't think they're all that worried about me hearing their conversation.

I grin to myself as I fetch all of my essentials from my toy-box. I want my ass to be nice and wet for Daddy to fuck later on, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I had a little play with myself now.

Daddy's fucked me enough in my back hole now that it accepts cock easily enough, but the stretch is still delicious, and I love the wet slide of lube against my dark walls.

I suck in a breath and work the rest of the cock inside me, my clit and pussy throbbing with need as my ass gobbles up the silicone toy. Fuck, it isn't nearly as good as Daddy's cock, but the fullness is better than nothing.

Now that my ass has adjusted, I slide the dildo in and out of my channel, biting the pillow to keep from moaning loudly in pleasure. God, that stretch is so good - I could do this all night. I think of my daddy, sitting downstairs, drinking beer, playing poker, his massive cock ready to pound me the minute his friends leave. I wonder if he's hard. I wonder if he would pass me around to the other guys like a toy to play with. I wonder, if I went down there--

Well, I'm not sure what would happen. Having five incredibly hot guys to pleasure is a dream come true, especially if Daddy is there to watch and guide me.

But I'm Daddy's girl. I'll always be Daddy's girl.

I shove the dildo back in at that thought, and pleasure zings through me at the invasion. Fuck, why can't Daddy finish up with them and just wreck me already?

Just as I think that, Daddy's deep, velvet-smooth voice rings out from downstairs:

"Baby girl? Can you come here for a minute?"

Instinctively, my cunt clenches at the sound of his voice, already preparing itself for him to use. I don't have time to do much, besides ease the dildo from deep in my ass and make myself presentable as I rush out of my bedroom. I know there's a flush high on my cheeks, and I'm not wearing underwear, but I'm hoping none of them realise that. I was sunning myself for most of the day - hence the knee-length, floral sundress I'm still wearing - so maybe the flush can be put down to that.

When I get to the living room, they're all watching me with varying degrees of interest. Nolan and Josh - two guys just older than me - are staring at me like I'm their next meal, but the other guys have enough restraint to smile in greeting. My daddy has a dark glint to his eye, and it sends a shiver through me in anticipation. I don't mind the other guys looking at me, but my daddy is the only one I want to impress.

"Hi guys," I giggle with an awkward little wave at them.

"Come sit with us, sweetheart," Daddy purrs, patting his lap.

Oh God. If I sit on Daddy's lap, I won't be able to control myself, especially if he touches my thighs or waist. But I'm not about to turn down any opportunity to be around Daddy, so I do as I'm bid and take a seat right on his strong thighs, my ass flush with his crotch. His arm immediately winds around my middle, holding me tight against him, and my core floods with wetness at the touch. I hope to God my face isn't as red as it feels.

"Who's winning?" I ask, looking at all the piles of chips spread out amid the beer bottles and cans. There's an ashtray in front of Evan, who's currently sucking on a cigarette. I would've thought it was sort of a no-no for a fireman to be a smoker, but God, somehow it makes Evan even hotter. Maybe he sees something of that thought in my stare, because a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and he throws a quick wink at me.

My pussy clenches at that.

God, what is wrong with me?

"Your daddy's taking us all to the cleaners," drawls Connor. He's a mountain of a man, with buzzed-down hair and hard eyes. If he weren't a firefighter, I bet he'd look right at home in a motorcycle gang. His hands, especially, make my mouth water a little - like Daddy's, they're big and strong, roughened with work and stained with tattoos. I can't help but imagine what those hands would look like wrapped around my waist, or delving into my slick pussy.

Another shiver tingles my spine.

"Can't help that I'm talented," Daddy says with a grin. "Although now that my girl's here, I might be distracted enough for you guys to take a decent shot at winning."

"Not just you who's distracted, Cap," snorts Cam. He's the dad of a girl I went to high school with, and for some reason, that only makes him hotter to me.

I try hard not to preen under the weight of five handsome older guys' stares. I blush and look down again.

"I can go back upstairs if you want, Daddy," I say with a smile.

Daddy strokes a hand over my thigh, resting it just above my knee. "Stay right there, babygirl. You're perfect where you are."

It might be just my presence bursting the relaxed bubble of earlier, but it certainly feels like there's a new tension in the air now, an unspoken promise of something. Daddy's hand inches higher on my thigh every few minutes, until I'm squirming on his lap for some relief from my drenched pussy. My nipples are hard against the cotton of my sundress, and I know for a fact the guys can tell; Nolan's hardly taken his eyes off my tits long enough to look at his cards.

As they play, my mind wanders, and I have to imagine what it would be like to have all these eyes on me while Daddy fucks me. If he just laid me out on the table, spread my legs and took whatever hole he pleased, while the rest of the guys looked on. Would they be disgusted? Turned on? Envious? Would they want to join in?

Maybe Daddy would let them touch me, maybe even use me. God, that would be hot. I love my daddy more than anyone, but the idea of being passed around his friends like that, while he watches and instructs ... hot damn. I might need to go to the kitchen soon to cool down for a bit.

Almost as if he can read my thoughts, Daddy's hand disappears under my dress and suddenly cups my soaking cunt, startling a squeak out of me.

"You alright, darlin'?" asks Evan, that same smirk on his gorgeous mouth. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he knows exactly what Daddy's doing to me.

"F-fine," I stammer. "Just stubbed my toe on the t-table."

There's no way any of them can see what Daddy's doing - the tablecloth is in the way, and it just looks like his hand is resting on my thigh - but the thrill has me flushing all over, hot and bothered by the hint of danger here. It's different to those times my mom almost caught us. This time ... I kind of want them to see.

Daddy's two fingers slide into the slick of my pussy lips, scissoring them apart and spreading my juice all over. He deliberately avoids my clit, just stroking my slit over and over, until my eyes feel hazy and drool pools in my mouth. Christ, if he's not careful, I'm going to come in front of all these guys.

"D-Daddy," I breathe in warning.

Daddy's hungry eyes look up at me, and it takes everything within me not to just kiss him then and there. I'm so needy and he's so close, every fibre of my being is screaming at me to pin him down and ride him right then and there.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he assures me quietly, his fingers slipping through my drenched slit, up and down, up and down. "Just relax. Daddy will take care of you."

Relaxing is, however, pretty damn impossible when five eyes are consistently glancing up at me, perched in my daddy's lap, my face now probably aflame with both arousal and embarrassment.

The round ends, and Cam deals another hand. When his gaze meets mine, there's a simmer of heat there that has me clenching my thighs together instinctively. I've known Cam since I was a little girl, but he's never looked at me like that before.

Daddy shifts me slightly, and as he does, his hand tugs the V-neck of my sundress aside under the pretense of moving my arm. My left breast all but pops out, the nipple just peeking out of the side, but when I go to rearrange it, Daddy stops me with a firm grip on my wrist.

"You okay, baby?" he asks me in a low tone.

I can see he's asking for my consent - whether or not I'm okay with how this proceeds - and I swallow. "Yeah, but ... t-they'll know about us, Daddy," I whisper with wide eyes.

A smile quirks at the corners of Daddy's handsome lips. "Don't worry, angel. They don't mind. They know all about us, nobody's gonna tell."

And that's all the information I'm given before the game commences once more, and Connor asks Daddy something about work.

Nolan's eyes are all but glued to the pink, stiffened nipple on blatant display, and almost thoughtlessly, Daddy's big, roughened hand comes up to cup my palmful-sized tit, like he's weighing it in his palm.

Like he's offering it to one of them.

I freeze, waiting for something to happen - one of them to jump up and yell at Daddy, maybe, or someone to immediately call the police.

But they all act as though it's totally normal for a daddy to be fondling his little girl's tit.

In fact, both Nolan and Josh look as though they're about to start drooling. Evan's still wearing that knowing smirk, and Cam's jaw is tight with want.

Do they ... like this?

"Breathe, baby," Daddy reminds me softly.

His thumb and index finger pinch at my beaded nipple, eliciting a half-gasp, half-moan out of me. Try as I might, breathing is a little difficult when I'm trying not to cum all over my daddy's leg.

"She always this needy?" Connor asks with a low chuckle that goes straight to my dripping core. It takes me a second to realize he's talking about me.

"You don't know the half of it," Daddy replies with a roguish smirk. "She can't even go a few hours without being stuffed full of something."

His fingers scoop along my soaked slit, ignoring the ragged gasp it pulls from me, and he displays his glistening digits to every lustful eye in the room.

"See? I haven't even done anything and she's dripping all over me." Daddy offers his fingers to me, and with only a second's hesitation, I take them into my mouth, licking them clean one by one.

A low groan sounds from somewhere around the table, and I notice Josh adjusting himself beneath the tablecloth.

The temperature in the room skyrockets, and like a switch has been flicked, the mood goes from 'chill' to ... well, something predatory.

"Good girl," Daddy whispers, kissing my neck just below the spot that makes me go crazy. To the rest of the guys, he says: "Since not one of you losers stands a chance of beating me, how about this: whoever's dealing the round gets my girl on their lap. The only rule is, no coming inside her - I want her to experience being hosed down by all of you at once."

Both I and Nolan moan at that, and Daddy chuckles once more.

"You alright with that, babygirl?" he asks me in a low tone.

"Yes, Daddy," I say, knowing full well he can probably see the stars in my eyes.

Holy shit. I never would have expected my night to go like this. I thought - at most -

Daddy would shoo them all out the door as soon as I came downstairs, obviously needy beyond belief, and proceed to drape me over the nearest surface and rail me good and hard.

Like most red-blooded females, of course I've fantasied about various men having their way with me, but never have I seriously considered what it would be like - especially if it involved my daddy!

But God, they're all so hot, and although my daddy is all the man I need, I'd have to be insane to turn down this opportunity to get absolutely wrecked.

"You good to sit with Evan, sweetheart?" Daddy asks, and I almost miss the tap of his hand on my ass as I all but skip over to where Evan's seated, his thighs spread wide, cigarette still held in the corner of his mouth.

"Take a seat, gorgeous girl," Evan says.

My nerves and excitement are two sides of the same coin, but I know none of these guys would hurt me. I also know they'll stop if I ask, so really, what do I have to lose?

I straddle Evan, my chest against his, and immediately his arm winds around my waist to pull me closer. God, he's so buff and delicious, with peppery stubble and long hair slung up in a topknot. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey, and I grind down on his lap almost instinctively.

"You like kisses, princess?" Evan asks, and I nod eagerly. He laughs, and pulls me

down, tapping his cigarette out on the table behind me. "Let's start with that, then."

Our lips meet, and I exhale dreamily. It's so different to kissing Daddy, but it's still good. Evan licks inside my mouth, staining my tongue with his taste, while his hand cups my head and holds me to him. My hands trace down his chest, his hardened stomach, all the way to his zipper, and I can feel the huge cock straining under the metal there.

"Get me out, sweet," Evan rasps. "Warm my cock while I deal this hand, hm?"

Fuck.

With trembling fingers, I undo his fly and his huge, uncut cock springs forth into my palm. He kisses me a little more while I pump him to full hardness - Daddy has trained me so well - and helps me to line himself up at my dripping entrance. My thighs shake either side of him, and his hand smooths down my back.

"Am I the first man to fuck you, aside from your daddy?" Evan asks. When I bite my lip and nod, his smirk deepens, though he still looks gentle. "I'll go easy on you then, precious."

I almost point out that I don't want him to go easy on me - but then, I'm not exactly sure what Evan's idea of 'easy' is.

I can feel every set of eyes at the table on me as I flick my sundress's hem out of the way to sink down onto Evan's long, thick cock. From the first inch, I begin to moan in earnest - again, it's so different to the feel of Daddy's huge cock, but it's certainly not bad different.

He scoops me closer as he prepares the stack of cards, shuffling and cutting them behind my back, every movement jostling me further down on his dick, until my pussy kisses his groin, and I'm panting like I've run a marathon.

For a long moment, all I can do is sit there and clench around Evan's length, bliss overtaking me at the sensation of being so full.

"That's it, baby. Just like that."

His praise washes over me, and I drag myself up and down, inch by inch, until I'm riding him at a languid pace. Fuck, but I feel so good. I don't let myself get bogged down by doubt or self-consciousness; I'm just a being of pleasure right now, on display for these powerful men to use and handle as they see fit.

I glance back at Daddy, and see his eyes glued to Evan's arm around my waist.

Is he jealous?

I lick my lips at the prospect of that.

"Christ, how can you even count the cards out right now?" demands Josh to Evan. "All the blood from my skull has long since gone south."

Evan barks out a laugh, and bucks up into me, earning him a needy whine from me.

"I'm old enough to know how to control myself," Evan snickers.

I wonder if I can change that...

I clench my pussy tight around Evan's member, and - noticing how his breath hitches - proceed to roll my hips against him like a slow-grind, my fingernails dragging down his sides as I move.

The game begins anew, and while the others stake their bets, Evan pulls me down for another kiss, this one impossibly rougher than the last. His fingers pull my hair back as he dominates my mouth, until I'm riding him without hesitation, just the way I ride Daddy.

When Evan's turn comes, he folds without even glancing at his cards, and goes back to holding me still while he fucks up into my drenched cunt. I'm surprised the other guys are even still attempting to play, but short of jacking off, I guess there's not much else they can do.

I get lost in the sensation of him gripping me tight, using me as a cocksleeve as he pounds up into me, the taste of him on my tongue, my clit throbbing for some relief, and then--

"Cam's turn," announces Daddy, and I have to bite my lip to withhold a whine of disappointment as Evan slows his thrusts.

Evan kisses me one last time before withdrawing his cock from me, my pussy juices staining its length. I feel so incredibly empty - even moreso than when I stopped using my dildo before - so I all but clamber onto Cam's lap, despite the way he blushes a little at my eagerness.

Cam is the dad of a girl I went to school with; aside from my daddy, he's the epitome of a DILF. Broad shoulders, buzzed hair, clean-shaven, and big, strong arms.

"Your daddy is the luckiest guy in the world," Cam tells me in a quiet voice.

Now it's my turn to blush, but I'm not about to lose my slutty confidence. I lean in close to his ear, brushing my tits against his firm chest as I whisper:

"You don't have to fuck just my pussy, Mr. Baker. Daddy has trained all my holes really well."

I feel him shiver underneath me. He rasps out, "Can you suck my cock, sweetheart? Like a good girl?"

"Of course," I chirp, happily sliding to the floor and settling between his denim-clad legs.

"Oh, fuck," someone - I think Josh? - comments.

"Does she have a gag reflex?" Cam asks Daddy, and I can hear the arrogant smirk in his voice when he replies:

"Not any more."

With that, Cam brings his cock out - thicker than Evan's, but shorter - and guides my head right towards it. I barely have time to open my mouth before he's stuffing it onto my tongue, his hand at the back of my skull keeping me down.

"Hoooly shit," he chokes out, and I preen.

Daddy wasn't lying - he's throat-fucked the gag reflex right out of me - and I fully intend to show Cam how good I can be.

I gobble him all the way to the root, his taste heady in my throat, and begin to suckle and swallow as I swirl my tongue up and down. Meanwhile, my free hand goes straight to my dripping snatch to keep myself full as I service my friend's dad.

Again the game starts, and Cam's treatment turns rougher as the minutes tick by. His hand grips my hair as he uses my mouth, rolling his cock in and out. I have little choice but to sit and take what he gives me, every cell in my body humming in pleasure as I'm put to use. Tears run down my cheeks as I choke with every second thrust, but I'm not a quitter - I want Cam to lose some of that control.

"Fuck, baby, that's it, good girl, take it," Cam moans, and I wonder briefly if he's thinking of his own girl as he face-fucks me. That makes me even hotter.

"Josh is up," Daddy announces, and I back away from Cam's cock with a ragged gasp for air.

"Thank God, I was about to cum right down her throat," Cam sighs, wiping the tears from my face with tender fingers. I grin up at him, and he winks.

I'm rapidly losing any sense of shyness. By now, I simply want to cum, and cum, and cum.

So when I straddle Josh's lap, I immediately pull him in for a wet, sloppy make-out session while humping his thigh like a bitch in heat.

"Lucky bastard," I hear Nolan grumble.

"Please," I choke out between kisses, "fuck me, anywhere, just fuck me!"

"Fuckin' hell," Connor comments.

"This is just my babygirl getting warmed up," Daddy says with a dark chuckle. I moan aloud at the mere sound of his voice, my body responding to him even though I'm in another man's lap.

Josh is a few years older than me, with curly dark hair and a killer smile. He's sweet, in a boyish way, but I know from the hungry look in his eye that he isn't planning on being sweet with me.

Josh eventually breaks the kiss, only to pull the spaghetti straps of my sundress down and let my tits bounce free. Like a shot, his lips close around my right nipple while his hand pinches the left, earning a squeal of delight from me.

He suckles without holding back, my hands clutching his head to my breast as I grind down on his lap. When he's forced to part from me to shuffle and deal the cards, I pull his shorts down enough to reveal his stiff, long cock, curving up towards his belly-button.

"Use it however you need, babe," Josh tells me with a dimpled smile, and my tummy flutters. "I wanna feel you cream all over me."

I shake and shiver as I manage to grab ahold of his dick and impale myself with one fell swoop, my pussy eagerly swallowing him right down. I don't hesitate; I bounce and roll and ride him with everything I have, my fingers desperately strumming my clit in the same way Daddy does.

Josh folds - just like Cam and Evan - and goes back to suckling at my tits, teeth scraping my nipples as he allows me to use him like a toy. I don't bother holding back my moans and gasps and mewls, especially when I can feel myself begin to climb towards an earth-shattering orgasm. My blood heats, my body thrashing atop Josh as his hands and lips mock-milk me. It's so good, it's so good, it's--

"Alright, Nolan's next, sweetheart," Daddy says, and I hiccup a sob of desperation.

"B-but Daddy, I'm..." I cry out, hips still writhing on Josh's lap, even as he gently tucks my breasts back into my dress and tries to ease my movements.

When I meet Daddy's gaze, though, I can see he's in no mood for a compromise. His jaw tics, and I flush all over. That's usually the look I get before he ties me up and uses me without mercy.

"Fine," I murmur, pouting.

"What do you say to Josh?"

"Thank you," I grumble, but Josh just laughs and pulls me in for another messy kiss.

The feel of his tongue lashing against mine only has me whining again, so he takes pity on me and helps me out of his lap, straight onto Nolan's.

Nolan looks as though the best present of his life has just landed in his lap, and I soak up the attention like a sponge.

"You even know what to do with her, Nol?" snickers Evan. "Need us to tell you how to please a woman?"

"Yeah, yeah," huffs Nolan with an eye-roll. When he looks up at me, though, it's all heat and need. "Where do you want me, beautiful?"

I feel like crying at the choice.

"I don't care," I sob, arching my back. "Just make me come, please!"

"Don't worry, pet. I'll take good care of you," he promises with a wolfish grin, and then gathers the bottom of my sundress up at my waist, exposing my whole bottom half, before spreading my ass cheeks and running a finger down my crack, pausing at the moisture he finds there.

"Oh-ho," he says around a grin, "you really do mean 'anywhere'. You keep yourself prepped for your daddy, honey?"

"Y-yes," I choke out.

"Hey Cap," Nolan says, addressing Daddy, and I want to scream in frustration, "mind if I fuck this hole?"

"Be my guest," Daddy replies coolly, and goddamn, that only makes me hotter with want.

Without any further ado, Nolan drags his sweats down just enough to have his curved, veiny cock spring free, before feeding it right into my ass.

The moan I let out is barely human. Fuck, the dildo was fine, but this is so much better. Nolan's hands grip my waist as he forces me down his length, stretching out my insides in a burn I'm well acquainted with by now. I'm just wet enough from the lubed-up toy that I can take him without any pain, but fuck, it's so much.

For a minute, all Nolan and I can do is stare at each other, panting into the others' mouth while we adjust to this new position.

"You gonna deal or what, pal?" Cam says with a mocking tone, and Nolan takes a deep breath.

"Fuck, if you guys were smart, you would've filled her ass - then you'd know why I'm having trouble breathing right now," Nolan growls. But he manages to hold me close to his chest as he deals out the next round, his cock twitching in my depths, my every muscle straining to reach my peak.

"Please, Nolan," I breathe into his ear, "I'm so close, show them all how hard you can make me come."

As soon as he backs out of the game for this round, Nolan lets out a snarl of desperation. He lifts up from the chair so that I have no choice but to cling to him like a koala, as he bucks up into me at an impossibly rapid pace, fucking himself with my tight, wet ass.

I cry and wail at the way he fills me up, my ass fluttering around his length with every thrust. I can't afford to let go of him to play with my pussy, so I try to focus on cumming just from his anal pounding, his cock splitting me open until--

"Oh, FUCK!"

I'm suddenly empty of cock, held aloft while Nolan grits his teeth and growls once more, this time in frustration. The sudden withdrawal has my head spinning, a plea escaping me before I can stop it, and rough hands take me out of Nolan's hold and settle me in another lap.

"S-sorry," Nolan gasps, "holy shit, I was gonna cum. Her ass is too good, what the hell."

Several of the guys snicker derisively, but Connor - whose lap I've been deposited into - only soothes a hand down my back, cradling me to him as though I'm something precious.

"How you doing, baby? You okay?" Connor asks me. I nod shakily in response, and those big, tattooed hands cup my face. "Need to cum, huh?"

"Yes, please," I mewl.

Connor kisses me sweetly, then eases me into his seat, so that he's now kneeling between my legs, just the way I'd knelt for Cam.

"Here you go, princess. Relax, and let me take care of you." To the rest of the guys, he says, "Don't bother with the next round. I think this little girl deserves all the attention, hm?"

And then, without any more warning, he flips my dress up and dives face-first into my drenched slit.

The first lick has me screaming again, but Connor isn't satisfied with just a lick - he eats me out like a starving man, alternating between tongue-lashing my clit and sucking at my cunt, messy and wet and delicious. This man knows exactly how to use that tongue, and it's all I can do to not pass out from the pleasure.

I clutch the back of his head and ride the pleasure, eyes squeezed shut. When his thick, inked fingers join the fray, curling inside me to attack my G-spot, I'm helpless but to look to Daddy, who is watching me like a hawk.

"D-Daddy," I beg, "c-can I...? Can I...?"

Just like that, he softens a little, his mouth quirking up at the corner. "Of course you can, my baby. Come for me."

Liquid gushes out of me on Daddy's command, my voice cracking as I shriek with pleasure, cunt pulsing frantically around Connor's tongue and fingers, his face awash with juices. He doesn't let up, even when I slump into the seat, my pussy still spraying droplets as he fingers me fast and hard.

"There you go," Connor hushes, wiping some of the hair out of my face. He licks his lips, and my loins throb at the sight. "You're absolutely delicious, little one."

I don't have time to recover too much - Daddy all but lifts me out of the chair and splays me out on the poker table, chips and cards falling to the floor as he arranges me how he wants.

This is what I've been waiting for. The other guys fucked me so well, but no one can fuck me as well as my sweet daddy.

I lazily let my legs fall open, exposing my used holes, Daddy standing between my thighs looking down at them.

His fingers trail up my bare legs, a soft reverence to his gaze. "My good girl," he purrs. "Daddy's so proud of you, babygirl. You doing okay?"

"So good, Daddy," I sigh, and it's absolutely true. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud, his touch the only thing anchoring me to the present.

"I'm gonna show you guys just how well my little girl can take it," Daddy says, ripping my sundress clean up the middle so my chest is totally exposed to everyone, "and whenever you're ready, spray all over her beautiful tits."

Before I've even realised Daddy's cock is out, he's already thrusting it up in my aching cunt, filling me in a way none of the other guys have - or ever could.

"Daddy!" I shriek, overwhelmed by love and need.

Daddy's hands hold me down as he pumps into me, his powerful legs urging him deeper with every brutal buck, the poker table rocking and creaking as he fucks me.

Fuck, but nothing is as good as this. Nothing's as satisfying as my daddy's enormous cock, made just for me. Through bleary eyes, I see the other guys frantically tugging their own lengths, muffled groans and grunts filling the air. The fact that they're getting off to the sight of me is enough to make me wet all over again, my body priming itself to cum around Daddy's meaty length.

Just when I'm nearing breaking point, Daddy pulls out of my pussy, and immediately pushes into my stretched-out ass.

"Oh, yes, please!" I cry out, choking on my desperation. The stretch is incredible - Daddy is bigger than Nolan, but I'm grateful the other man helped prep me, otherwise it wouldn't be as easy for my daddy to slam into my depths, his cock punching an outline into my lower belly with every thrust.

"Sometimes," Daddy bites out, as though I'm not even there, "she needs a little extra to really set her off."

I have no other warning, before Daddy stuffs three thick fingers into my greedy cunt, and fucks me with them, alongside his cock.

I break when he slaps my clit with his other hand.

It's so wet. I feel like all I'm doing is cumming and cumming, My slit is as wet as my drool-filled mouth; wetness sprays over Daddy's hand, his cock, my thighs. I can't even scream - all I can do is lie there and gape, my brain short-circuiting with the immense relief. My ass and cunt squeeze like a vice around Daddy's cock and fingers.

The next second, warmth sprays across my front in thick ropes, and I flutter my eyes open to see both Josh and Evan lashing my tits with their hot cum, both of their heads thrown back in pleasure as they jerk their lengths over me.

"Daddy..." I croak.

He knows what I need without me having to say it. In the next instant, he pulls out of my ass and fills my gaping cunt, then goes back and forth between the two holes until I'm sighing with delight.

Connor comes on me next, his huge cock slapping my bouncing tit as he hoses my front with a flood of seed. I wish I was conscious enough to suckle that thick cock for more cum, but I can't even find the energy to open my mouth.

Daddy pulls me towards him, hooking my legs around his back as he ploughs my ass even more roughly, until I'm sure I won't be able to walk properly for a week.

Cam is next to spray my flesh, moaning as his spurts dribble all over my perky boobs, globs of it sliding down my pink nipples. I muster the energy to scoop a finger through the absolute mess on my torso and feed it into my mouth, earning more moans from the guys around me. It tastes delicious, almost as good as Daddy's.

"Baby's hungry for cum, huh?" Daddy asks, slowing his bucking hips enough for me to nod, teary-eyed. He looks to Nolan, just above my head. "Your lucky day, Nol - spray her tongue, but make sure she doesn't swallow it."

I lean back just enough to see the ecstatic look on his face before his hand cups my jaw, encouraging me to stick out my tongue upside-down for him.

"Here you go, beautiful," Nolan gasps, holding my head still while he coats my tongue in shot after shot of jizz, enough of it to fill my mouth and make me choke a little.

As soon as I start to close my mouth instinctively, Daddy hoists me up and pries it open with two fingers, hooking his fingers behind my bottom teeth until I'm sticking my tongue back out. I whine, and all of Nolan's cum dribbles out of my open mouth, dripping down onto my soaked chest.

"Fuck, babygirl, just like that," Daddy growls. "Messy fucking slut, God, such a good girl for me. Make a mess of yourself while Daddy uses you."

All I want is Daddy's cum. The cum all over from the other guys is amazing, but nothing in the world is as good as my daddy's hot essence filling me up and branding me from the inside out.

So, like the good girl I am, I drool cum all over myself, eyes latched on my daddy's steady gaze as he grits his teeth and pulls out just enough to pump his seed over my asshole and sopping pussy, making my slit just as messy as my chest.

I'm insatiable; I run my fingers through Daddy's cum, all up my chest, and suckle on the near-handful of hot seed, drinking down six mens' cum at once. Daddy's handsome face darkens at the sight, and I grin up at him. He's about to pounce on me again - I can tell. I'll likely be fucked twice more before the night is over - and if the rest of the guys want to join in, I'll happily take them all again.

Like I said, I'm so glad my parents are getting a divorce.

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