A literotic sexstories: Friday Night Poker by bongmonstar ,
This is an introductory story with very little sex to it so be prepared for that. I’m planning on writing a sequel which will be almost all action I just wanted to separate the two and see how much interest there is in it. If you have any ideas or requests for the sequel let me know.
It was another Friday night, poker at my house again, and like usual it wasn’t going so well. Thankfully me and the boys usually only played for $20 bucks, so it wasn’t a big deal; but that particular Friday, I got a little bit too drunk and ended up buying back in 4 times before my wallet was empty and I realized what I’d done. My wife was going to be pissed. The last time I lost $50 bucks on poker she wouldn’t fuck me for a month. So like the idiot I am, I ran upstairs and started sneaking cash from my daughter Bailey’s college fund. About three hours later I had ran out of beer and had slowly started to sober up realizing more and more how screwed I was. The game had shrunk in size too, though I had barely noticed, and now it was only my buddy Mike and of course Steve sitting there with almost all the money I’d lost. It was such a streak of dumb luck too, it seemed like every hand he would have the higher kicker, or the better pair. By the end of the night he could see the look on my face of desperation, I had to get that money back from him or my wife would probably leave me. Steve had always been a great friend, so I figured he would have to give me some way to work off the debt.
What he offered me was definitely not what I was expecting.
“I’ll give you half of Baileys college fund back free of charge buddy. All you gotta do is promise to keep playing poker until you win back everything or loose it all again. Think of it as another chance since we’re such good buddies”
“Thanks man, I can’t tell you how awesome that is and you don’t even want anything in…”
“Actually I do, but it’s really no big deal. Just, if you’re daughters or those pretty friends of theirs I saw getting ready for a sleepover either decide to come into the kitchen while we’re still playing, I’m gonna ask them to have sex with me and you gotta be cool about it ok?
“Steve! My daughters are 10 and 15 what the fuck is wrong with you!? I should knock you out just for asking that.”
“But you won’t cause you know you still need to win back that money. And besides it’s not like I’m going to rape them I’m just going to ask and all you have to do is tell them it’s alright if they ask you’re permission. They probably won’t even want to right and this is you’re only chance to win back the money so do we have a deal?”
“…Fine, we got a deal but I’m gonna win back my money before anyone comes in here. Anyways it’s 11:30 already they’re all asleep by now.”
So we dealt out the cards and kept playing poker. I noticed mike seemed to be folding almost every hand not really winning anything and only loosing the blinds when he had to I figured he’d probably only lost $20 that night. Steve of course was doing quite well with all my money in front of him but I finally had a stack big enough to try and win a bit back from him. The first few hands went really well too, so well I almost had all the money back in less than 15 minutes it was fantastic. But there was a big loss soon after and I tried to slow down my play so I could at least maintain how close I was to the finish line but it all seemed to crumble away. Every time I thought I had a good hand it would turn out Steve had something even better. And when I folded a pair of two’s because Steve pushed all in, he even showed me he had absolutely nothing laughing in my face while he did. After that hand I was back to about where Steve had let me restart, with half of what I needed and a guy I thought was my friend laughing in my face. It was at that moment she walked into the kitchen…
I should describe all the girls in the house before I tell you who it was though. Since the only one you’ve heard of so far is Bailey we will start there. She’s our oldest daughter, that’s why she has the big college fund, our younger has one too just nowhere near as substantial yet. She’s a beautiful girl, but not a cheerleader type, she tends to wear very little makeup and ties her black hair back in a single long ponytail. She’s an otherwise very average 15 year old girl, about 5 foot 5, 110 lbs, and a nicely formed, and still growing pair of B cup titties. I have never thought of my daughter sexually, but it’s impossible not to see the faces on the guys as we walk around town. I’ve wanted to punch more than a few drooling faces.
Baileys best friend, Katie, is sleeping over tonight. They’ve known each other since Bailey was in grade 3 and she had to do a project for school where she would help out a kindergartner learn the way around school. Most of the kids doing it found it tedious and hated having to help out a younger kid but Bailey and Katie really got a long and over the years they became best friends. Now, Bailey was in grade 10 and Katie was in grade 7. Katie was 12 years old, and looked even younger. She was barely 5 foot tall and couldn’t have weighed more than 90 lbs soaking wet and there was little to no evidence of boobs forming as of yet. She always had short pigtails and her beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair lit up the room when she entered.
My other daughter, Mary, is 10 and I doubt she’s ever even heard of sex. Still in the feety pajamas and sponge bob phase she’s the cutest thing ever. She has fiery red hair like her mother and the faintest signs of freckles on her face. She’s only 4 foot 6 and 75 lbs she’s not even old enough for me to be threatened by men looking at her yet. Until Steve’s deal I had never thought anyone could look at my daughter sexually, now I was having to deal with these horrible thoughts of Steve getting his hands on her purity.
Finally, there was Mary’s friend Candice. Mary always called her Candy and even started making me and the other grown ups call her Candy. She seemed to like the name not realizing how slutty it was. The innocence of childhood really is amazing sometimes she genuinely thought it made her sound like she was sweet and that everyone would want her. She was a little bit taller than Mary, 4 foot 8 and a little lighter too 70 lbs so she was noticeably skinnier. Mary just always had that natural plumpness too her, she was never fat, and Candy always had more of a gymnasts build, and she did in fact take gymnastics. I had picked Mary and Candy up at gymnastics more than once and seeing Candy in her outfit is probably the closest I had come to having thoughts about young girls before tonight.
She came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. She had clearly just woken up and the first words out of her mouth were…
“Mr. Johnson, where’s your bathroom?”
“Right down the hall, Katie, last door on you’re left.”
“Thanks Mr. Johnson.”
“Oh hey Katie” said Steve “Once you’re done in there come back for a second I have to ask you a quick question”