“And If I win,” Zoey said, “Ben has to eat me out.”
“Haha.” Ben laughed. “Okay.”
“No,” I said. “That’s not a fair bet.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“If you want to complain about fair bets, then you two are in a better position to win while I lose. If you win, Zoey, the bet would only be fair if whoever has the weakest hand has to eat you out.”
“What?” Ben said. “Why?”
“Because that’s a fair bet,” I said. But in truth, I wanted to taste my little girl’s pussy, and losing poorly would at least be a reward for me. I knew I was risking a lot here. It wasn’t the first time I gambled more than I was prepared to lose. “So, you can play poorly and definitely have a chance to taste my daughter, or you can try to play well and win your bet. But if I lose badly, you don’t get rewarded for playing poorly.”
“Okay,” Zoey said. “That’s fair. But what are you betting, Daddy?”
I crossed my fingers and leaned forward. “Ιf I win, Ben, you go home, and your girlfriend sucks my cock.”
“Oh! Daddy…”
Ben’s eyes bulged. “Jesus, man, you’re a real pervert. You actually want your daughter to do that?”
“As I told you before, it’s not about me wanting anything. It’s about teaching you a lesson, but win, lose, or draw, this is the last game. Do you understand me?”
They glanced at each other and nodded.
“Deal the cards,” I said.
Zoey picked up the deck, her little breasts out in the open again as she passed out the cards. My heart was thumping as I received mine. I couldn’t afford to lose now. Not just because I wanted to protect my daughter from having to suck Ben’s cock, but because I wanted her to suck mine. I was so hard in my pants, strained, and my little girl was sitting there, nude, the faint scent of her warm pussy still in the air.
I looked at my cards, a five on bottom, a six on top. I looked at the others. My daughter was showing a queen. Ben had a seven. He was chewing on his thumb and looking up. He must have been trying to do some math in his head.
“Well?” Zoey asked.
“Uh,” Ben said. “Hit me.”
I would’ve loved to hit him, but Zoey gave him a card instead, a four.
“O-okay, uh, uh, stand. No, wait. Okay, yeah, stand.”
“Daddy?” she asked.
“Hit me.” My heart was hammering. I was praying for a facecard. Zoey gave me a king. I used to pride myself on my poker face, but Ι couldn’t hold it in this time. My smile broke. I looked at Βen and flipped my bottom card. “21.”
“What?” he shouted. “Wait, Zoey? If you get a 21, you win. You’re the dealer.”
Zoey looked down. “I, I only have, um, 20.”
“Take another card!” Ben said. “You might get an ace.”
“Okay…” she dealt herself another card… a two.
“Damn it!” Ben said.
I folded my hands. “Go home, Ben. You don’t want to see this.”
“This is bullshit! No, no, that’s not okay. I’m not letting you do that.”
“You lost,” I said. “Go home, unless you want to watch her suck her daddy off.”
“This is so fucked up.”
“It was your idea,” I reminded him.
“Ben, it’s okay. He won’t make me,” Zoey said.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“He won’t. My daddy would never make me do that. He just wants to embarrass you and make you go home. Just go, okay? We’ll talk later.”
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