Candy’s Poker Party

I still can’t believe it happened. My buddies and me gangbanged my teen daughter and now I can’t decide what to do now. I guess it depends on how Candy, my daughter, reacts when she wakes up. Right now she’s still asleep in my bed on the cum soaked sheets, some of it still leaking out of her, while I’m nursing one of the worst hangovers of my life. I guess I should explain what happened.

My name is Ed and I’m divorced with joint custody of our daughter. My ex-wife is a smoking hot sex pot that I could never leave my hands off. Even after years of marriage we still fucked almost every day, and sometimes I even shared her with my buddies (one at a time). I know she had some brief affairs, but she was discrete and never refused me whatever I wanted, so I didn’t mind too much.

The thing that ended the marriage was money. I made plenty, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she spent it faster than I could make it. She had a spending addiction. I took away her credit cards and access to the bank accounts hoping that would solve the problem. And it did for a while. But then while doing my annual credit check, I found two new credit cards under my name that I didn’t apply for. At first I thought it was scammers, but it turned out to be my wife.

I confronted her and she lied about it until I found the cards in one of her $1500 purses. She cried and begged for forgiveness, but I had to cut my losses before she bankrupted me. She’s gone through a succession of sugar daddies since then, but is now stripping at a local “Gentleman’s Club” to make ends meet. Of course she blames me for her meteoric fall.

I get my daughter every weekend, although given how things have been going with my ex, I was considering petitioning the court for full custody. I may have to reconsider that now. Or will I?

Anyway, I also host a poker night with my long time buddies Carl, Tom, and Eric once a month. We have been doing this for years. On those evenings Candy (Candice) spends the night at her friend Amanda’s house. That way we don’t have to worry about our language and can let our hair down.

As usual, Candy made some killer salsa for us before she was dropped off by her mom. I put it out on the table with the chips and was getting the cards out when she breezed into the room wearing only a two piece bikini. It wasn’t particularly revealing, but it still made me a bit uncomfortable. I was trying to be the cool Dad, but she was really starting fill out now and I could tell was going to be a stunner like her mom. I just hoped she didn’t inherit her addictions as well.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go to Amanda’s? The guys will be here soon.” I said.

“No, she’s sick today, so you’re stuck with me.” She replied.

“Then you’d better go put some clothes on. I can’t have you parading around almost naked in front of my friends.” I admonished her.

“Oh Dad!” She huffed. “I’m sure they’ve seen plenty of girls in bikinis before.”

“I sure they have. But all those girls are not my daughter.” I said as the door bell rang. “No go, and don’t come back until you’re dressed.”

All the guys arrived in the next few minutes and we got the game underway. We were on the second hand when Candy returned.

“Hello everybody.” She said sweetly.

I looked up. She was now wearing a simple one-piece sun dress; over her bikini if I knew my daughter. But much better. Now I could concentrate on the game.

I wasn’t an expert poker player by any means, but with this group I usually held my own. Not on this night though. For some reason I kept getting a chubby and that made me think about sex instead of the game. It didn’t help that I hadn’t been laid in weeks. It also didn’t help that Candy kept drifting in and out of the room distracting me. It probably distracted the others too, but it didn’t seem to affect their game.

Eventually I ran out of chips, but I didn’t have any cash to buy back in, and we had a strict “no checks or IOU” policy. I really didn’t want to lose so easily to these guys – they would never let me live it down. I knew if I could keep playing that I could recover and at least get even again before the end of the evening.

“Come on guys! There must be something I can trade to buy back in.” I pleaded.

“You know the rules, cash only.” Tom cackled.

“Well, maybe we can bend the rules just this once.” Carl said as he looked sideways at my daughter.

“No way!” Tom exclaimed.

“Let’s just hear him out.” Eric chimed in. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll give you $25 back for your daughter’s dress.” Carl said calmly.

“Holy shit.” Tom muttered.

Eric just sucked in a breath and looked at me as I contemplated this new development. I weighed the pros and cons, and then spoke up.

“I’m in if Candy is OK with it.” I said.

Eric and Tom had a shocked look on their faces, but Carl was smirking. “And she has to stay in the room for the rest of the game.”

My daughter didn’t say anything. She just smirked back at Carl and pulled the dress up over her head. As I had suspected, she was wearing the bikini underneath it. Otherwise there was no way she would have gone along. Or so I thought at the time. The guys all smiled and ogled her. Strangely it didn’t upset me at all.

Now that I had half my original chips back, and a hot teen girl to distract the others, I was sure I could win my money back. Wait – did I just think of my daughter as “hot”? Wasn’t that wrong? And why did I suddenly have a raging hard on?

A beer and a few hands later I was out of chips again. My erection wouldn’t go away, and it seemed that I was as distracted by Candy as the others. What was wrong with me? She was my daughter after all. Maybe it was because she reminded me of my ex-wife so much. She was a sexy beast all right, I just wish I could’ve trusted her with my money.

“It looks like you are out of chips again, Ed. Want to buy some more?” Carl asked.

“Oh no, I’m not trading any more of my daughter’s clothes.” I said with more conviction than I felt.

“No, no.” Carl replied.