Daddy Lost Me At Poker by Parker Pascal

Author:Parker Pascal
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Parker Pascal
Published: 2018-02-22T05:00:00+00:00

She opened her eyes. For a moment, she wasn’t sure how long she had been out. But she knew it couldn’t have been long. She could still hear the three men in the room, buttoning pants, straightening themselves, and making their way out the door. She stared at the ceiling, watching a fan rotate directly above the table, until they were gone.

She raised her chin to her chest and looked down at herself. The key to her motorcycle was there, between her breasts. Someone had also thrown a handful of poker chips all over her naked body.

She reached down between her legs. She was a mess. But as she touched herself, her memory of everything that had just happened came clearly into her mind. She rubbed at her pussy with all four fingers, making big circles. A relaxed kind of arousal came back to her.

She’d had no idea she could feel so good, had no idea what she’d been missing, what her body was capable of.

She reached blindly for the motorcycle key, grabbed it by its keychain, and held it up to her face.

It had been worth it.

She wondered what she was going to say to her Daddy. What was he going to think? Would he tell Momma? He’d better not make a big deal out of this. If he did, she would just have to point out that it was he who lost the motorcycle. Someone had to do something to get it back.

She palmed her key and smiled, thinking she’d earned her motorcycle and been made into a woman, all in one night.

She heard the door behind her, and the rustling of footsteps. She didn’t want her Daddy to see her like this, and she crossed her arms over her chest. It was the only modesty she could afford herself at the moment.

She heard her stepbrother’s voice: “Just … wait here, Dad.” Then there was the sound of the accordion sliding shut, and the little click of a lock.

Brody’s face swam into view. He spoke softly. “God damn, Haley. What the fuck happened?”

She was still covering her breasts, and she pressed her legs together. “Brody, please get the hell out of here,” she said.

“Hey,” said another voice.

Wesley.

She turned her head and saw him standing there in a t-shirt that was more holes than shirt, smiling at her. God, he was handsome. She could see his brown chest through the ripped shirt. If Brody wasn’t here, she’d attack him right now.

“We gotta get you outta here,” said Brody. “Your Mom just called. Dad answered, but she’s on the way home.” But Haley could see he had his hand inside his pants, playing with himself. She turned back to Wesley and saw he was doing the same.

She removed her arms from her breasts. Her nipples stiffened again as she watched Wesley’s hand working inside his sweatpants. “Doesn’t look like you’re in too big of a hurry,” she said.

“You want a couple more?” said Wesley. “We can be quick.”

We?

The prospect of fucking Wesley was one she couldn’t turn away from.

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