Daughter’s boyfriend plays poker with Daddy for her pussy

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It was getting out of hand. I had cuddled and kissed and even touched my daughter. And why? All to disallow her from kissing a boy? Maybe I was being too harsh, too strict. Maybe I had to let her grow up a little.

My softening cock relented, realizing I wasn’t going to play with it with my daughter on my mind. Instead I waited in silence for my little girl to come home. When I heard her come up the stairs, I stepped out into the hall.

“Zoey?”

“Huh? Yes, Daddy?”

“Invite Ben over tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I want to talk to him.”

“About what?”

“Just do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, kitten.”

“Night, Daddy,” she said, giving me a warm smile.

I turned away but paused. “And… sorry about tonight. It got a little out of hand.”

“Oh that’s okay. It was, um, kinda fun. I mean, it was fine. I learned my lesson, and paid my debt.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

The next day after dinner, I was ready to talk to Ben, to explain that a little kissing, no tongue, might be acceptable, if he was respectful and kept his hands to himself. He came over around 9:00 p.m. and shook my hand again. I still had this desire in the back of my mind to grab him by his scrawny neck and throw him out on his ass.

“Ben.”

“Thanks for inviting me over, sir.” He lifted up his hand, showing he had a deck of cards. “I brought my own deck today.”

“What?” I said in confusion.

“Zoey said you wanted a rematch.”

I looked at Zoey. “A rematch?”

“Well, didn’t you?” she said.

I paused before answering. Maybe this would be easier. Instead of giving him my blessing, I’d just let him win a hand. Yes, then he wouldn’t think he could just do whatever he wanted with my daughter.

“That’s right,” I said. “I wanted to see if you’ve wised up enough not to challenge me to card games.”

“Actually, sir, I’ve been practicing!” he said enthusiastically.

“Oh, great,” I said, sitting in my chair.

Ben sat across from me, and Zoey sat beside us. He began shuffling the deck. “Blackjack again, sir?”

“All right,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Then I wager a kiss with Zoey again,” Ben said.

“Sure thing, kid,” I said. I would just go ahead and let him win, and then I’d lay down the ground rules about them kissing. “Deal.”

“I’m the dealer.” Zoey said cheerfully.

Ben passed the deck to her and she dealt us each a hole card and a top card. I had a six on top, and a ten on bottom. I was going to draw until I busted. I just hoped that Ben wouldn’t bust before I did. He was looking at his Ace on top and thinking with his tongue out.

“Do you want any?” Zoey asked him.

Ben looked nervous. “Uh… no.”

“Daddy?” Zoey said.

“Hit me.”

She flipped a card over for me. An eight. Perfect.

“Another?” she asked.

“No.”

“Dealer takes one,” she said, giving herself a four. “Um, I mean dealer takes two.” She took another card. “Okay, show them.”

She flipped her hole card to reveal a total of 19. Ben had 20. I had 24. Ben gasped. “Yes!” he shouted.

“Wow, good job!” Zoey said, grinning.

I merely smirked. “Well?”

“So, I can do it?” he asked. “I can kiss her?”

“If she lets you.”

Zoey smiled at me. I think she knew I busted on purpose. She climbed up from her seat and Ben climbed up too. I looked away as he stepped toward her, drew her in his arms, and eagerly mashed his lips into hers. He was like a hungry hippo, mauling my daughter.

“Ow, careful!” Zoey said. “You bit my lip.”

“Sorry,” he said, trying to kiss her again.

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my forehead.

Zoey grunted and stumbled back. “Okay, not so much tongue.”

“Uh, sorry.”

They both breathed and sat back down. Zoey was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Ben was licking his lips.

“All right, listen up you two,” I said, getting ready to start my speech about trusting them to follow the rules of when they could kiss.

“So what’s the next bet?” Ben asked.

“What?” I said. “What’s the next bet?”

“Well, we’re not done,” he said. “I mean, we want to do more.”

I glared at him. Zoey looked shy.

“The game is over,” I said.

“Come on, I win once and you quit? I thought you were a better sport than that. Geez, I watched you kiss her, your own daughter, and I still came back to play.”

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