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 Daddy's Poker Night 3 by shefux

   "Did you feed Barkley?" She asked.

   "Sure did.  He's in the back yard."

   She opened the kitchen door and the big dog was standing on the back
stoop his tail flying from side to side, excited at the sight of his new
bitch.

   Callie stepped outside.  "You're going out like that?" I asked,
indicating her nakedness.

   She giggled, "Sure, I do it all the time.  We have a six-foot wooden
fence around our back yard."

   "What about them?" I asked, pointing at a three-story apartment building
about a block away.

   "There too far away to see me."

   "You've never heard of binoculars or a telescope I take it." I said
laying the sarcasm on hevily.

   "Oh, yeah." She said staring at the building.

   Then she waved to whomever might be watching her from the apartment
building and pranced out to hug her dog.

   Barkley immediately stuck his nose in her crotch and licked.

   "Oh God, he does that so well." she moaned.  "I couldn't believe that
you told me to suck him off last night.  Fuck, that was so HOT1"

   "I couldn't believe I told you to do it either.  That was the first time
you'd ever had sex with Barkley isn't it?" I asked her.

   "Well..., he has licked me before but I'd never thought about sucking or
fucking him, at least not before last night.  I got a feeling that Barkley
and I will be getting to know each other a lot better."

   She stood and stuck her ass out at the apartment complex, then led her
loving pet into the house.  She replaced the water in his bowl and when he
finished drinking he trotted off to his bed in her room.

   Callie and I looked at each other as we heard the automatic garage door
opener grind away as it lifted the heavy door.

   "Daddy's home." She whispered.

   "You had better go put something on." I told her.

   She kissed me on the forehead, told me she loved me and quickly headed
for her room, but she wasn't quick enough.  That kiss would end up costing
her.  The entry door from the garage was between us and her room.  Doug
burst through it and stepped into the hall way before she could get past
him.

   "Ah hah!" he exclaimed.  "The whore is dressssed propriately, or not."
He slurred.

   It was obvious that he was loaded again.  He wobbled in front of his
naked daughter and reached out with his right arm as if to stabilize
himself and his hand closed over her left breast and he squeezed it hard
enough to make Callie's knees buckle slightly.

   "In fac, this isss perfect for a whore, so fom now on, n' you're in MY
house, thisss is what you wear.  Nutin.  Right whore?" he shouted as he
stuck his face in hers and squeezed her tit a little harder.

   "Yes Daddy," she squealed.

   Still grasping her breast, he steered her into the living room.  He
didn't seem to notice me standing in the kitchen doorway plain view.

   When he reached the couch he released her tit and told her to take his
pants off.

   Callie unfastened his belt unzipped his pants and pulled them down to
his knees.

   "Shorts too."

   The child grabbed the bottom of his boxers and they followed the pants.

   Doug's dick just hung there limp.

   Doug dropped down onto the couch, lifted his feet and shoved his shoes
at her.  She pulled the shiny black wingtips off and removed her father's
pants and underwear from his legs.

   "Put `em on tha chair." Her father ordered and waved his hand drunkenly
in the general direction of the chair.

   Callie put the shoes on the chair seat and hung the pants over the back.
When she laid the pants over the back of the chair a few coins fell from
his pocket and rattled on the hardwood floor.



   "Gimmy that" Doug slurred, referring to the change.

   The pre-teen scooped the change and took it to her father.

   Doug took the coins and said.  "Whore's gets paid for thir shervishes."
He selected a quarter and shoved it up inside of her pussy.  "Ura two bit
whore, now suck my cock." He demanded.

   She knelt before him and lifted the limp organ to her lips and applied
suction.  Doug let his head fall back to the couch cushion.  Because of
this movement he caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye.

   "What the fuck you doin here?" He demanded.

   "I didn't want to leave your daughter alone considering what happened
this morning."

   "Ya mean wen I fucked her?" he chuckled.

   "Yes."

   "Not yur probem." He responded irritatedly.

   "I'm making it my problem." I told him.

   "Whatever," Doug responded with an air of resignation.  "But long as
ssshe lives in MY house I goin ta keep fucking the little cunt.  Got a
probem wiff that?"

   "No, not really.  She seems to enjoy it."

   "DUH!  What do you expect from a whore!  Speaking of enjoying it, get
over here and stick your dick up her ass.  Maybe it will help me get hard."

   "I'd rather not." I lied.

   "Don't give a fuck if you `lather not', git yur dick over here an fuck
my aughter's ass.  NOW!"

   I went back in the kitchen and got a stick of butter from the fridge.  I
kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants on the kitchen floor.  I don't
wear underwear so I now mirrored Doug's fashion statement.  My cock led the
way to that cute white ass hovering in front of her father.

   Doug spied my larger than average cock and exclaimed.  "oley chit.  I
didn't noice that ya'r that big dis mornin."

   "I wasn't hard this morning." I told him.

   "Well," he smirked.  "that big fucker shud be a good pain-n-tha-assss
for the slut."

   Callie has taken all nine inches of my cock up her ass many times over
the past two years and it is usually uncomfortable for her for the first
minute or so but after that she loves it.  She says because her asshole is
so sensitive she can feel every bump and ridge as it slides in and out of
her butt hole.

   I knelt behind that perfect peach of an ass and pressed the stick of
butter against her rectum, Callie jumped as the cold lard came in contact
with her rosebud.  I pressed firmly and then backed off a fraction and then
pressed a little harder.  I kept repeating this process until the slick
yellow cock popped through her anal ring and Callie moaned around her
father's hardening dick.  Then I rubbed the melting butter onto my cock and
shoved the remainder if the butter in her cunt to keep it from getting on
the floor.  Then I wiped my messy fingers on her ass and back.

   Callie stopped moving her mouth up and down on Doug's dick and
concentrated on pushing back against my invading prick, as I forced it
slowly into the warm recesses of her bowels.  She made several grunts and
groans as I went deeper and deeper.  Finally my crotch hair was kissing
those upturned moons.  I held steady so she could adjust.  When the small
girl began working on her dad's prick again, I knew that it was ok for me
to start pumping that sweet ass.

   I knew from experience that Callie likes it hard.  The harder the
better. I once got pissed at her because she kept telling me to fuck her
harder, so I slammed every ounce of energy I had into her hoping to make
her submit.  But she wanted even more.  I realized at that moment that I
would never be able to satisfy her desires by myself.

   That's when we starting exploring her sexusl neesd and wants, Once I
realized her wish to be dominated and that it was something I could not
give her, we came up with the "Dirk plan".  Hopefully it would be able to
give her all the sex and humiliation she could possibly want.  It remained
to be seen if even that was going to be sufficient.

   In our original plan, Callie and I were supposed to slip Doug a drug to
make him pass out, but when he drank so much because of his impending
divorce, the drug became unnecessary.

   Doug and I were getting close to unloading into her heavenly seventh
grade body.  Callie's orgasm hit her first, her butt hole tightened around
my dick, my nuts drew up and I filled her ass with Uncle Bill sperm.

   Her father grabbed her head, gritted his teeth and fucking her face.  He
roared when he blasted her tonsils with his thick white cream and she
gulped it down as if it were the filling from an Oreo as I filled her ass
with a load of my own.

   Barkley came into the room to see what all the commotion was about.

   I extracted my shrinking organ from her ass and stood.  Callie sat back
on her haunches and kept her head lowered, waiting for further
instructions. My friend picked up his right foot put it to her chest and
shoved her backwards.  She landed on her back between my legs looking up at
my hairy ass with surprised eyes.  She thudded fairly hard against the
hardwood floor and the butter, the quarter and uncle sperm squirted out of
her body with a loud fart.

   Doug looked down disgustedly at his daughter and said.  "Clean that shit
up cunt."

   The twelve year old scrambled to her feet and headed for the kitchen. 
She cupped both hands, one in front and one in back as she hobbled away.

   The dog spied the half melted stick of butter and trotted over to gobble
it up before the twelve year old returned with the cleaning supplies.

   Doug looked after her and said.  "I think just might be nice havin a
whore in the house." Then he looked up at me, "You owe her a quarter."

   I nodded my acknowledgement to him and he said, "Since I have one right
here," indicating the hand with the change in it.  "I'll treat." And he
tossed another coin into the slime on the floor.

   Barkley had most of the mess cleaned up when Callie returned with paper
towels and a squirt bottle of 409.

   She pushed the dog out of her way and bent to the task of cleaning the
floor.

   The dog wandered around behind her and began licking her buttery cunt.

   Doug absently watched the girl and the dog on the floor at his feet.

   "Shit down n' tell me wat hapen las night." My friend instructed.

   Callie quickly looked up at him and then over at me.  I don't know if it
was worry or anticipation that reflected from her face but she seemed
anxious about something.

   "We can talk later." I said.

   "No, now.  I wannna know what tha whore did las night."

   Callie went back to the task of cleaning; I sighed and sat opposite him
in a recliner.

   "Where would you like me to start?" I asked.

   "The last thing I remember was sitting at the table trying to shuffle
the cards and they flew all over the place.  Whore!  get me glass a Jack.
Ya wan anythn?" he asked me.

   I shook my head no.  Callie stood, gathered the cleaning stuff and
rushed off to retrieve her father's drink.  The dog trailed behind her with
his nose glued to her ass.

   "Well," I paused, "Do you remember Theo coming in?"

   "Tha black guy in shittin?"

   I nodded.

   "Not really." He scratched his head.

   "I'll start there." I told him and I proceeded to describe to my friend
the events of the previous evening as well as I could remember them.

   After what seemed a much longer time than necessary Callie returned and
set his drink on the end table next to her dad and slipped a magazine under
it.  The petite girl stood next to her father with the head down and her
arms behind her back.

   Barkley sat at her feet.  Then I realized why it had taken her so long
to get her dad's drink.  Her pet's dick was standing tall and dripping
slime onto the floor.  She must have sucked him hard before coming back
into the living room.  Doug followed my eyes to the hard dog cock at his
daughter's feet.

   Her father got a crooked smile on his face and told her, "Lookss lik you
got nuther prick ta tak care of bitch."

   Callie immediately dropped down in front of her dog and sucked his
bright red cock into her mouth.

   Dumbfounded, Doug watched his little girl slurp on the big dog's dick
like it was an ice cream cone.  He looked up at me and I shrugged.  He
reached down and knotted his fingers in the hair on the back of her head
and jacked her head up and down on that cock shoving it down her throat
with each stroke.

   "Thas right, suc that dog prick bitch." He bellowed.  "Drink it down ya
dog cum guzzelin cunt." And shoved her head down harshly, releasing her
hair with disgust on his face.

   The dog stood up and began fucking her face in a repeat performance of
last night.  Doug and I watched with rapt attention as the big mutt howled
and filled her mouth with dog sperm which she gulped as fast as he could
produce it.

   "Holey fuckin sheeit!" The dazed drunken father exclaimed.  "She do that
las night?" he asked me.

   I nodded.

   "Slut," he addressed his daughter.  "Ya know that big ole empty pickle
jar n' tha panry?"

   "Yes daddy."

   "Go git it n' put it on ur dresser n' put ur whoring money in it.  Make
a label n' tape it ta tha jar.  It shud read `edge-a-cation fund'," and he
laughed at the double entendre.  "Now git yer ass cleane up and stay n' ur
room."

   "But Daddy." She complained

   "GO." He shouted and he swatted her on the butt.

   Barkley trotted after her as she ran from the room.

   Doug looked back at me and said.  "Ok, finish tellin me bout las nite."

   "Where was I?" I asked.

   "U re tellin me that she came n' wearin that fuckin ubsene blue teddy."

   "Oh yea," and I continued the story.

   When I finished with Barkley's balls in my mouth, he sat back and
sighed. Nothing was said for several minutes and all that could be heard
was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

   "So, ya did try to petzrve my dauter's virtue."

   "Yes." I lied again.

   "Thans," he said.  "Ya're a good frien, but she a whore now n' we may
ass well tret tha bish that way."

   "There's something else," I told him.  "Dirk called earlier and told me
to tell you that he was coming here to pick Callie up, he said have her
ready by nine this evening.  I'm sure he is going to take her somewhere and
fuck her, and he will probably not be the only one.  There will probably be
dogs or who knows what there as well."

   My friend seemed unconcerned as he looked at the clock.  It read seven
fifteen.  "Ya tel that ass-holl that I doan take ordrs fum him.  Long as
Dirk pay her a quarter fer evry time she get fucked then I doan give a
chit. Tell that dum fuck that I wan it in quarters not bills.  Oh yea," He
paused.  "Ann-mals kin fuck her fer free less they got quarters of their
own." He laughed at his own wit.

   Doug stood and I jumped up because I thought I was going to have to keep
him from falling on his face.  He picked up his drink and tried to focus on
me.  "I'm goin ta take a shower n' git som sleek.  Why doan ya git tha
little cunt redy.  So's when that cocksuckr shos up sshe kin go wif him."
Then Callie's dad staggered from the room.

   I sat back down in the chair and marveled at the changes that my friend
had undergone in the past few hours.  I shrugged it off, went into the
kitchen and put my pants and shoes back on and made my way to Callie's
room.

   I knocked on her door and I heard a soft, "come in."

   She was sitting on the bed, naked as her father had commanded.  Barkley
looked up at me from his doggie bed that was almost too small for him and
his tail thumped against the wall as I entered the room.

   "Your dad went to bed" I told her.

   "What about Dirk?" she asked.

   "He doesn't seem to care one way or the other as long as you get a
quarter for each man that you have sex with."

   She gave a snorting laugh of resignation and said, "Yes he seems to get
a kick out of that.  I'm not so sure that I like the new Doug Seers." She
said rather forlornly.  "I mean it's one thing for Dirk to treat me the way
he does, but daddy?  I don't know, I guess I miss that loving father I used
to have."

   I sat next to her on the bed next to her, put my arm around her and
pulled her close.  "Look pumpkin, I have known your daddy for a long time
and I think he will come around in a few days." I said this with a
confidence that I wasn't so sure I believed.  "In the mean time I will love
you twice as much to make up for it.

   She looked up at me and a tear grew in the corner of her eye until it
ran down her cheek.  I kissed her on the forehead and hugged her with both
arms and she hugged me back.

   "Did we do the right thing Uncle Bill?"

   "I suppose it's a little too early to tell right now.  Why?  Do you want
to stop it, because it wouldn't be easy, but together we could do it? 
There would be hell to pay for what we have already done.  So if you want
it stop just say the word."

   She said nothing for longer than I was comfortable with, but I waited.

   "No," she finally said as if she weren't too sure.  "I had too much fun
last night and I am excited about what Mr.  Benson has planned for me
tonight." I could feel her sprit lighten and her voice became more
exuberant.  "I guess I am just worried about daddy that's all."

   We let each other go and she got up and stood in front of me.  "What
should I wear tonight she asked her face glowing."

   "I am not sure that I am the right person to answer that question, but I
can tell you what not to wear.  Underclothing."

   She giggled and spun around, stuck her ass at me.  I swatted it; she
squealed and went to her closet.

   She turned back to me and said.  "Should I wear something to make me
look older or younger?"

   I have taken Callie out of town to some very elegant restaurants in the
past year.  When she dresses herself in the right clothing and makes
herself up, Despite her small size, you would have believed that she was
eighteen or older.  On the other hand she had a little sailor dress that
makes her look about eight or nine.

   "Well for now, until you know what Dirk has in mind, just be yourself
and don't wear anything that you are attached to because it could get
ruined, but make it something sexy and accessible."

   She pulled out a small yellow blouse that buttoned up the front and a
white pleated tennis style skirt and tossed them on the bed.

   Then she grabbed my hand and tugged.  "Let's go take a shower."

   As she helped me undress, I spied the pickle jar with the two quarters
in it.  I thought it would be about the size of a large mayonnaise jar but
you could have fit four mayonnaise jars inside of it.  The paper taped to
the side of the jar spelled out in red letters, `EDUCATION FUND'.

   I thought, `Fuck, she could probably pay tuition at state college if
that were full.'



   It was eight fifty pm and I was sitting in the recliner, across from
Callie on the couch, in the living room, waiting for Dirk.  Callie had the
tails of the yellow blouse tied under her breasts and she was teasing me by
putting her feet on the couch, spreading her legs apart to show her pussy.
Then she would laugh and close them.

   Callie had already let Barkley out to do his business and then returned
him to her room for the night.

   There was a knock at the door and she ran to answer it.

   I heard her say "Oh Dirk, I missed you.  Do I look ok?"

   "You look great baby.  Where's your dad?"



   Callie and I had talked earlier and had decided that we would let Dirk
believe that Doug was drunk and unavailable to talk with anyone.



   "He's passed out in the bed.  He came home about thirty minutes ago,
drunk as a skunk.  Me and Mr.  Krantz put him to bed.  I don't think a fire
cracker between his butt cheeks could wake him up."



   "That dick head Krantz is still here?" The big man asked.

   "Yes Dirk, Uncle Bill said he has a message from my father to give to
you."

   Dirk strode into the room like he was the Marlboro Man.  "What's the
message fuck face."

   "Well, first I want to tell you to be careful with little Callie, and
...."

   "I'm not interested in what the fuck you want Krantz.  I'll do what I
want and you can go blow yourself.  Now, what did Doug tell you?"

   "Well he called here before he got too drunk and I told him what you
said about having your little cunt ready and all that.  He told me to tell
you that you could kiss his ass if you thought you could order him around.
He said that you could do whatever you wanted with his whore-of-a-daughter,
but there was one thing you are required to do.

   "And what the fuck might that be?"

   You have to collect a quarter from every man that she has sex with
including you and it has to be in all quarters, no bills, no dimes or
nickels, just quarters.

   "Each time they fuck her?" he asked incredulously.

   "Yes." I patiently explained.  "Every time they cum in her mouth, cunt
or ass you collect a quarter," I continued, "Although he did say animals
fuck for free.

   Dirk laughed at that information.  "Well, I guess she is worth at least
a quarter.  Did he piss and moan about me making his daughter my whore?"
Benson asked.

   "He said, as long as he could fuck her whenever he wanted, you could do
whatever you wanted.  He just doesn't want to know about it."

   Dirk smiled and took out his cell phone.

   "Fred, Hey, pick up a roll of quarters on the way to the cabin." Dirk
turned to me and asked, "How many quarters in a roll pencil dick."

   "fourty" I responded.

   "Dirks smile got larger.  "Better make it two rolls."

   (Dirk listening to Fred.)

   "Don't worry about it, just do it."

   He snapped the phone shut and dropped it in his pocket.

   My mouth dropped open, "You're going to let eighty men fuck her?" I
asked incredusly.

   "Not that's any concern of yours pencil dick, but there will be about
twenty men there and some may want seconds or even thirds.  I just didn't
want to run out of quarters."

   Callie had returned to the couch and her head was hung forlornly.

   "Ready to go baby?" Dirk asked.

   "I guess," she said, looking all sad eyed at him.

   "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked his whore.

   "Well Dirk," she paused dramatically.  "I worry about you getting in
trouble if something happens.  You never know what could go wrong.  Someone
might tell my mom or even child protective services, or we might attract
the cops if the parties get too loud.  I don't want to lose you honey.  We
need to figure out some way to make sure you don't get into trouble if my
fucking you and your friends is discovered." Callie explained as she
snuggled up to boneheaded redneck.

   "Yeah," he said rubbing his chin.  "I guess something like that could
happen." He paused.  "Nah, nobody is going to say anything." He blustered,
but I could see the doubt in his face."

   "I know," The twelve year old cooed.  "But it COULD happen and I want
you fucking me instead of some big black man in prison named Tyrone fucking
your cute ass."

   "Uh yeah, I don't want that either, but what could we do?" Dirk meekly
asked.

   "I don't know.  You're the smart one, I'm just a dumb cunt that just
wants to love you and get fucked.  But I saw a TV show the other day where
this guy was able to blame another guy for a crime and his girl friend lied
for him and the other guy went to jail.  I would lie for you Dirk, I would
say anything for you.  We just need someone that will be at all of the
"parties" so we can blame it on him.  Do you have a friend that you don't
like very much that we can blame it on?"

   Benson looked as though he was thinking which of his friends he could
throw under the bus when his eyes settled on me and a new and improved grin
settled on his face.

   Callie saw where he was looking and pleaded, "No Dirk.  Not Uncle Bill.
He is almost like a daddy to me.  I don't want him in trouble either."

   "Shut up you little cunt.  He's perfect."

   "Look Benson," I said, "I don't want anything to do with this shit. 
Just let me walk away and I won't say a word to anyone, ever."

   "Bite me dick head.  You're going to be the cunt's shadow from now on.
As of now you are her custodian.  Yeah," Dirk laughed, "You have been
promoted to cunt janitor.  If you don't I will make sure you end up being
Tyron's girlfriend."

   "Please Dirk," Callie whined.  "Not Mr.  Krantz."

   Benson knotted his fist in the seventh graders hair and pulled her face
to his.  "Listen bitch.  You will tell the authorities whatever I tell you
to tell them, right?"

   "Yes." She whimpered.  "I will lie for you, I do anything for you Dirk,
you know that." She cried and a tear ran down her cheek."

   Dirk released her hair and Callie turned her back to Dirk and then the
little bitch smiled and winked at me.

   I was glad the conniving little cunt was on my side.  At least I hoped
she was, because if she's not, I might as well get some tits tattooed on my
back so Tyron will have something to entertain him besides my asshole.

   Dirk went to the door and held it open for Callie and I.  As I passed
him he stopped me and punched his finger into my chest.
   "You collect the quarters."