Daddy’s Friends Take Me Novel – Chapter 1 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 Gary, 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. Today I was dressed quite provocatively (considering it was early spring), in a pair of short shorts and a tank top showing off my midriff. It was still cold outside and the house wasn’t heated properly, and I had this crappy bra made out of cheap material, so when my nipples got hard (which was most of today), you could see it through my top. That is if you were staring at my tits, which was pretty common for the past few months, and especially since I’d turned eighteen. I chose the outfit to impress this guy in my Psychology class, and it worked for the most part; he was staring me up and down and trying to talk to me during the entire class.
My mom taught me that I had to play hard to get if I wanted a real man, so I kind of brushed him off throughout class until it was over. He kept talking to me about all of his dumb sport stuff that I really couldn’t give a shit about, and I kept dropping hints that I wanted him to ask me out, but he didn’t catch any of them! I could tell he wanted to fuck me, but he was such a clueless idiot that it felt like I was talking to a kid, and it was a total turnoff. But, since my nipples were poking out of my shirt half of the day, I couldn’t help but notice all of the older men; the teachers, the janitors, and the older students, staring at my chest too and I could see the lust in their eyes. It really started to get me horny, and that horniness had carried into the rest of the day, so I was sitting in rumpus room pushing my thighs together for short bursts of pleasure while daddy played card games upstairs.
It was definitely one of those days where I was avoiding the poker room because I knew having all of those powerful, mature men ogling me would have driven me crazy and I’d just melt and probably let them do whatever they wanted to me. It was desperate, sure, but I’d been the object of sexual attention from all of these guys for so long, and been a virgin for even longer, that the urge to get fucked was starting to drive me crazy, really.