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With his friends coming over for the big game, now was not the time for his 18-year-old daughter, Stacy, to run around in skimpy clothes, rubbing her horny, nubile body all over everyone and everything.
But before he could properly discipline her, the guys showed up.
Maybe a good, hard gangbang would teach her not to act like a fucking slut all the time.
Then again, maybe it would encourage her!
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Tonight was the Super Bowl, the biggest event in football. Matt had invited two of his friends to the event, wanting to show off his new flat screen TV and audio system.
They were going to have fun tonight. Rooting for their favorite teams duking it out to be the Super Bowl champs.
"Hey daddy!" Stacy raced up to her father and embraced him, her large, pert breasts pressed into his chest.
"Hon, go change clothes. You dress like a slut." Matt said, eying his 18-year-old daughter like he would any other bombshell he'd see on the street.
"No way! I'm staying home tonight and going to check out the game." Stacy pecked him on the cheek.
"You don't like football. You've always hated it. So why now?" Matt inquired as he grabbed another 12 pack of beer from the kitchen.
"Because…" She gave him a mysterious, mischievous grin before bounding into the kitchen, her breasts dancing with wild delight.
READ MOREMatt was about to say something, but his friends rang the doorbell.
"Hey Barney! Jim! Come on in." Matt invited, gesturing inside his home.
They came in and were greeted by Stacy who promptly flung her slender arms around Jim's neck. She give him a sensuous, passionate kiss a lover would give rather than just a friend.
She greeted Barney in the same way, pressing her luscious breasts against his hard, muscular chest. Stacy rubbed them on him as if he were his personal slut.
They grinned at her antics and Matt felt a jab of jealousy pierce his heart. Why should they get all that affection and not him?
"Stacy! Go to your room right now!" Matt felt an insistent tug in his loins.
"Daddy! I'm 18 and I can do what I want." She insisted with the stamp of her foot.
To prove her point, she took off her halter top and threw it at Barney. They both clapped and wooted as they eyed her over like some two-bit whore.
"Go to your room! Now!" Matt demanded.
"No." She giggled and began to dance before his friends.
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