Ben was staring there too. We both wanted to see her pussy. She hooked her thumbs in her little panties but paused.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she said.
“Don’t be, Zoey, it’s just me,” Ben said.
I scoffed. Who the fuck was he? No one. I was her daddy.
“Okay,” she whispered.
She wiggled her hips as she slid the little white panties down and bent over, pushing them past her thighs and stepping out of them. She stood up straight, her little hands crossing in front of her pussy. She squirmed in place, and I could see what I wanted to see.
Her little pussy was clean-shaven, and her pussy lips were just peeking out between her legs, the nub of her clit barely hidden within her warm folds. I don’t know what possessed me to speak, but I did.
“Move your hands, baby.”
She seemed surprised but obeyed me, moving her hands around behind her back, twisting from side to side. My eyes feasted on her pussy. I would have loved to put her on this table and open her up, really open her up. I tried to shake the idea out of my head, but it wouldn’t leave.
I had no doubt that Ben was excited and loving this, and he was undoubtedly as hard as I was. My little girl was sexy beyond reason, and she made my cock throb in the confines of my pants. I wanted to fuck her. Hard.
“Please, Daddy, can I sit down?”
Her question snapped me out of my fantasy. “Huh? Yes.”
She quickly sat down, scooting her chair in and covering her chest with her arms. “I paid my debt.”
“Oh, yeah,” Ben said. “And I think your perverted dad liked it.”
My glare snapped to Ben. “Watch your fucking mouth, kid. This was your idea.”
“I’m full of ideas,” Ben said with a grin. “And I’m ready for round three. Are you still man enough to play me?”
I rubbed my face. I really hated this kid now. But I also hated myself. Because my daughter was so beautiful, and I loved looking at her naked body. And maybe even worse, as I sat there, I could swear the smell of her pussy was coming to my nose. I took in a deep breath, and the faint smell came to me, making my mouth salivate. I wanted to taste that little pussy. I wondered if she’d like that, if she’d love having her little pussy licked and kissed and caressed. Well, maybe not if her daddy was doing it.
“Babygirl,” I said, “send him home.”
Zoey was chewing on her lip as she covered her nude chest. God, I wanted to crawl under the table and let my nose follow the scent to her little honey pot. “But, Daddy, I just lost. I want a chance to win.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “Hey if you want me to strip, I’ll do it if you win.”
“I have a bet,” I said. “If I win, you two break up.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Ben said.
“Daddy, he’s right, that’s not fair. A bet should be able to be matched. He isn’t betting that I’m no longer your daughter or something.”
I grinded my teeth at Ben. “So what is your bet?”
Ben was smiling again. “If I win, you’ll leave us alone for the rest of the night, and Zoey will give me a blowjob.”
“What the fuck?” I said. “You are out of fucking control. I’ve had enough of this.”
“I knew you were all talk,” Ben boasted.
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