The Poker Game Ended With Me Between His Friends

I’d been half on fire for more than a week. Between college exams and Diego’s lack of interest, my boyfriend, we’d barely been together a couple of times, and neither of those times left me satisfied. So when the phone rang that Monday at noon and I saw on the screen that it was my father, I never imagined that call was going to ignite what I’d been holding in for days.

—Camila, sweetheart, I need a favor —he said in that same calm voice he always had—. I’ve got a meeting with some businessmen this afternoon and neither Lucía nor your mother can come to the office. I need someone I trust to assist me.

—Give me an hour and I’ll be there —I replied.

I got out of class, went home, dressed properly like an assistant, and showed up at his office before four. The meeting went perfectly: I took notes, served coffee, welcomed the people who arrived. Just as we were about to wrap up, two of his partners showed up without warning. I introduced myself as his personal assistant and showed them into the office.

They’d come to invite him to a poker and dominoes game at one of their houses. Drinks, cards, memories of the old days. Six others had already confirmed, and only he was missing. He accepted without hesitation.

In the lobby, before leaving, the two men made no effort to hide the way they looked at me. They praised my presence, my figure, with the sort of polished words that concealed something much less proper.

—Besides being beautiful, she’s efficient —my father said, and let a loaded pause hang there— in everything.

—In everything? —one of them repeated, raising an eyebrow.

—And the proof is in the pudding —he replied, holding their gaze.

I smiled at them from my desk, not lowering my eyes, letting them understand whatever they wanted to understand.

—Then she should come with us on Thursday —the taller one suggested—. So she can assist us during the game.

—It would be a real pleasure to attend to you —I said, weighing each word—, provided my boss approves it.

—He approves it —my father confirmed—. But keep in mind, miss, that this is outside office hours. There will be compensation for services rendered.

—Count me in —I answered, and turned back toward my desk, swaying my hips with the full intention of the world, knowing that none of the three was going to look away from me until I crossed the door.

***

When he came back from seeing them out, my father leaned against the frame of my door.

—You thought the same thing I did —he said. It wasn’t a question.

—That I’d be the main course of the night —I answered—. Me, with all your friends, and you right there beside me. Am I wrong?

—Not at all, daughter. You thought fast. Thursday at five. Get ready for one of those afternoons you don’t forget.

I threw myself into his arms and we kissed with that old hunger only the two of us knew. He held my shoulders and made me lower slowly until I was kneeling in front of his crotch. I already knew what I wanted, and I wanted it as much as he did. I unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, freed his cock, already hard against the fabric.

—What a delicious cock, Dad —I murmured before licking it all the way and taking it into my mouth.

He took me by the hair and set the rhythm, whispering things in my ear that turned me on more than I would ever admit out loud. I worked him with my hands and mouth until he came, and I took it all with the devotion of someone who enjoys the privilege of making her own father come.

—What a pretty, greedy daughter I have —he said, stroking my cheek.

At home nobody asked me for explanations. I said I had to go out for a job and might be back late, that Dad would bring me. That same night, alone in my room, I took out my toys and got ready thinking about what was coming: nine men, their hands, their weight on top of me, imagining myself used to the limit. I came just from having that in my head.

***

On Thursday I could barely focus at college. Renata and Bárbara, my lifelong friends, noticed my silly smile.

—And what’s got into you today? —Renata asked—. You look like you’ve got the best night of your life waiting for you.

—Something like that —I replied—. If it goes the way I hope, I’ll tell you later. And I promise to organize something for the three of us.

They were dying of curiosity, but I didn’t say another word.

When I got out, I ran home, changed into something casual —jeans, a polo-style blouse, sneakers— but underneath I put on a thong and a delicate lace bra. In a large bag I packed everything I thought I might use, including a costume I’d chosen especially. I texted my father and he told me to meet him in the lobby of his office building.

We arrived last. They were waiting with badly concealed impatience: I was the reason for the gathering and everyone knew it. They welcomed us enthusiastically and we went into the living room, where several things still had to be set up.

The host handed me an envelope.

—Lovely lady, we know you’re our friend’s assistant. We put something together; we hope we’re not offending you. Few women agree to a night like this.

—It wasn’t necessary, but I’m delighted to accept it —I replied, so as not to snub them.

My father took out another envelope and handed it to me, saying it was for the extra service. I put both away in my bag with a smile. While they finished setting up the gaming tables and the drinks bar, I helped them where I could. They treated me with respect, almost with courtesy, though tension floated in the air like smoke.

—All right, boys —I said at last, taking my bag—, where can I get ready to be the hostess you deserve?

—Up the stairs, first door on the right —the homeowner indicated—. Take your time. We’ll wait here.

I went upstairs slowly, knowing none of them would take their eyes off the movement of my hips or what the thong barely covered.

***

I hesitated for a while in front of the mirror between three options, but in the end I chose the costume: black lace-strap lingerie, a white lace apron and cap, stockings with bows, and the heels I’d already worn there. I adjusted the thong so my ass was completely on display, sprayed myself with my favorite fragrance —I wanted the scent to stay with them— and went back downstairs.

They were already playing. I made sure each of them had a drink, moving among them, letting the promise do its work. With every step, one hand brushed my leg, another squeezed one cheek. I let them, chuckling softly.

To make the game interesting they suggested betting my clothes. But I warned them that would leave me naked in four hands, and that wouldn’t do. Better: whoever won three hands in a row got one item of my clothing and a guaranteed blowjob. And in the end, whoever accumulated the most hands would be the first to fuck me, with no interruptions, while the others watched.

That’s how it started. I kept serving them, talking in their ears, letting myself be touched like a bitch in heat. Ten minutes in, one of them claimed victory.

—I won! I’m the first one to taste this beauty!

—I’m ready to fulfill it, sir —I answered.

—I’m Esteban. And what’s your name, beautiful?

—Camila. And I’m my dad’s personal assistant.

Everyone turned to look at my father’s reaction. He didn’t even flinch.

—That’s right, boys. She’s my daughter. And in case any of you have any doubts: yes, I fuck my daughter. If anyone has a prejudice, we’ll leave and forget the whole thing.

Esteban laughed.

—I am surprised, yes. Problem? None. And you? —the others silently shook their heads. My father asked for complete discretion: what happened there stayed there.

—I guarantee it, Andrés —Esteban said, and the rest nodded.

I went up to him and kissed him on the lips.

—I’m going to make you and all of them enjoy yourselves like never before, Mr. Esteban. Which item do you want?

He asked for the thong. I turned, posed, lifted the apron just enough for them to see my stockings and, with all the calm in the world, slowly slipped it off in front of their eyes. Then I knelt and gave him a slow, generous blowjob while the others watched, breathing harder and harder. I wanted to turn all of them on, so that when the moment came they’d give it to me without hesitation.

At the other table there was a new winner. I handed over the apron and knelt again. It was already becoming hard for anyone to hold out much longer, and I couldn’t either. My father stepped in:

—Three more hands and leave her naked. Whoever wins the most opens the ball.

They agreed and kept playing. Meanwhile, I sat on the sofa, opened my legs, and started touching myself for them.

***

When they counted the hands, there was a tie between my father and a guy named Rodrigo. They wanted a tiebreaker, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

—No, gentlemen —I said—. I can’t take it anymore. Let the two winners start together. Come here, Dad, show your friends how you fuck me.

They didn’t need to be asked twice. I stood in front of Rodrigo and kissed him deeply; my father settled behind me, grinding his erection against me while he ran his hands up my sides to my breasts. Rodrigo slid his hand between my legs, found me already soaked, and started pushing his fingers in —one, two, three— until I began moaning between the two of them.

—Dad, I want cock —I panted.

—Easy, sweetheart, we’re going to give it to you.

I helped them undress, knelt them in front of me, and took both into my mouth, alternating, testing whether I could fit them both at once. Then they took me to the sofa, on all fours: Rodrigo behind me, my father in front so my mouth stayed busy. I was like that for several minutes, impaled by one and filling my mouth with the other, while my father urged Rodrigo to give it to me harder.

They lifted me up. My father carried me with my legs open and shoved his cock into me while Rodrigo sought my back entrance. In less than a minute I had both of them inside me, held in the air between them, moaning without control.

—That’s it, my studs, hard, I love it! Yes, Dad, like that!

We changed positions: Rodrigo lay down on the rug and I rode him facing him, while my father took me from behind. Having both of them buried in me at once brought me crashing down onto Rodrigo’s chest in a wave of pleasure that almost left me breathless. When I recovered, a third erection appeared in front of my face, and suddenly I had all three occupied at once.

***

I don’t know how much time passed. They turned me over, switched me from one hand to another again and again. A fourth man arrived, and a fifth. Two others joined in, stroking my breasts. At some point I stopped counting how many there were: it was a tide of hands, mouths, and bodies over me, all of them lustful, all of them focused on my pleasure and theirs.

The pain was there, but mixed with something that had me completely outside myself. It wasn’t just physical; it was the certainty of being desired by all of them at the same time, of being the absolute center of that room. Sweat ran down my face, my makeup had been wiped away, and I kept asking for more.

They ended up filling me everywhere, one after another. When they finally stopped, I took advantage of the break to go to the bathroom, clean myself up, and put myself back together. I slipped into a sheer mesh bodysuit designed so I wouldn’t have to take it off, touched up my perfume, and came back down, determined to show them I still wanted more.

They were delighted to see me return full of energy. Now they were bending over backward to attend to me. Between laughs, they confirmed that in that human pile-up each one had had me more than once. They decided to do it again, one at a time, leaving my father for the end.

The treatment was different: slower, almost tender. They praised me, told me how tight I still was despite everything, and I enjoyed that perverse thrill of being watched while each of them possessed me in his own way.

At last it was my father’s turn.

—Camila, sweetheart, are you ready to take me?

—Yes, Dad —I spread my legs wide—. I want your friends to see how delicious it feels for you to fuck your daughter.

He said nothing else; he proved it with actions. He explored me with his fingers until he made me come again in front of everyone, and then he penetrated me, holding me by the hair, marking each thrust while I moaned for him. He came inside me, and I melted into one final orgasm, feeling him finish.

***

Thirty minutes later we left. We got home around eleven, I took a long bath, put on cream, and took a painkiller so I could rest. Before sleeping I opened the envelopes: my father’s held a card —“thank you, daughter”— and money; the other, a larger sum and Esteban’s phone number, with a note thanking me for the night.

The next morning I told Renata and Bárbara everything. As expected, they got excited and asked me to call Esteban to arrange another gathering, this time with them included. I promised them I’d put something new together soon. Hot and hungry, I was already thinking about the next time.