Won by Daddy's Friends

My stepfather's friends won my viginity during gambling.

Daddy just watched that William grab my as s and Lucas squeez my tiits.

I couldn’t help it anymore and let out a soft moan.

"No! Stop!” I replied feebly

“Looks like she wants it, boys,” William laughed as he started to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.

That is until I saw Hunter’s huge member and I realized I was about to lose my cherry to three guys at once.

William picked me up from behind and tossed me onto the expensive leather couch that was off to the side of the card table.

Then Daddy's voice sounded in my ear. “Are you ready for Daddies to take your viginity, baby?”

Here I am again, I thought. Dragged to another one of my step-father’s poker games during my ride home from college, forced to sit there and watch while him and his buddies gambled away.

I needed Benjamin, my step-dad, to give me rides to home because the college was so far away from our house out in the country, but the boy’s ‘clubhouse’ was even further, in the opposite direction. So every Friday when he’d drive me back from school, he’d make me wait until he was done playing, and I had to wait because cabs didn’t come down here and he wouldn’t let me call for his limo, saying it costs too much and that I needed to be patient.

It used to be fun here when I was younger, because the house was full of toys to play with and then TV to watch when I was a bit older, but now it was rather dull as I wanted to spend time at home studying or making plans with friends. It especially didn’t help that every time I’d go into their smoke- filled room, all of dad’s friends would be ogling my body, staring at my tits and ass which I often didn’t keep very well covered because I loved the attention that I got from the boys at school. I dressed for the boys at college, not for these older men that were friends of my dad. I found it so inappropriate!

I couldn’t believe that my step-dad just laughed it off each time they’d make some obscene comment about my body and what they’d like to do with it. I have to admit, though, something about those rich, middle-aged men staring me down like I was some kind of sexual object turned me on a lot deep down inside. Sometimes I’d avoid being in the room because I found them rude and obnoxious, especially after they’d been drinking, but other times, I’d avoid being in the room simply because their piercing eyes staring at my young, tight body, made my pussy wet.