The following is a work in progress and based on a fantasy my friend and I are working on making a reality.
I sat on the couch throwing glances at the clock every few seconds. I tried not to fidget too much, but my skirt wouldn’t seem to lie just right. At least the details of my skirt kept my mind off the pounding in my chest and the shaking in my hands. They should be here any minute, I thought. Daddy was in the next room setting up the table. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. I jumped up immediately but took a second to pause and make sure I was breathing right. They’re just daddy’s friends, I reminded myself. They know the rules.
On shaky legs, I made my way to the door and fumbled it open. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with three men I had never seen before. They seemed nice enough – not slobs or anything – but I could see and feel their eyes look me up and down. They lingered at places – on the cleavage my tight black crop top created, on my legs highlighted by my too-short skirt and high heels, and on my face, which I knew must have been bright red if the burning was any indication.
“Don’t be rude, Princess,” came Daddy’s voice from behind me. I blushed even harder realizing I had just been standing there staring at the new arrivals. Daddy put his hands on my waist. “Aren’t you going to greet our guests?”
“Oh, um, of course. Hi,” I said meekly. I tried my best to give a sweet smile to cover up my nervousness. “Come on in.”
Daddy and I stood aside as our guests made our way to the living room where everything was set up. They took their seats at the table, and Daddy made introductions.
“Well, Princess, these are daddy’s friends Steve, Mike, and Tim.” The men around the table smiled and wave politely. “And, boys, this is our waitress for the night. You can call her Princess. If you want any snacks, beer, or…other services don’t hesitate to let her know.”
All of the men in front of me were staring at me with sick grins on their faces. All I could do was stare at my feet hoping the ground would swallow me up. Daddy finished by saying “And, of course, she is what we are playing for tonight. Third place gets her mouth, second gets her pussy, and first gets her cute little ass. Sound good, everybody?”
There were shouts of “Hell yeah!” in response. It took everything in me not to cover my face with my hands, but I knew that would give me more trouble so I just stood there with my hands clasped in front of me and my eyes on the ground while Daddy and his friends examined their prize. I couldn’t deny, however, the throbbing between my legs.
The men quickly started their game while I went to get cold beers for everyone just as Daddy had instructed me before they arrived. They thanked me with stray touches and smacks to my ass. Tim slid an arm around me and pulled me close.
“Come here, cutie. You can be my good luck charm.” After a quick glance at Daddy to make sure it was okay, I sat on this stranger’s lap not sure what do with my hands. He stroked up and down my thighs. “Don’t be nervous, sweetie. We’re all just here to have fun.”
I pushed away my nerves as best I could and settled in closer to Tim. He smelled nice. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck while his thumb drew patterns on my knee. As the game progressed, I felt his hand slowly leaving my knee and making its way farther and farther up my leg until he was touching the front of my panties. He wasn’t quite rubbing; it was like his fingers were barely there. It was enough to make me squirm. Daddy took note quickly.
“Hey! What’s happening over there?” I glanced up and he was looking at us from across the table with a smirk. I blushed.
“Nothing you have worry about, man. Just focus on your cards,” Tim replied.
“Alright, but remember: no going past third base.”
“Scout’s honor,” Tim said while increasing the pressure on my pussy. The combination of Tim’s fingers and the feeling of three other pairs of eyes watching as I squirmed on his lap became too much. I came as Tim slipped his fingers past my panties to feel just how wet he got me. “Fuck, she’s soaked.”
“You’ve been hogging her, Tim,” Steve said. “Give her here!”
Tim gave me a quick peck on the lips and nudged me to get up. On shaky legs I walked over to Steve and sat on his lap.
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