Basketball Game With Daddy

I'm so happy to be out at a basketball game with my Daddy, but the heat is making me perspire almost as profusely as the players, so I turn to you, licking my bottom lip sensuously, asking, “Daddy, I’m really hot, can I have a drink please?”

You look down at me, taking in my damp hair, stuck to my forehead, my full pouting lips, and my pleading eyes. You suppress a grin and say, “Sure baby, we don’t want you getting too hot … .”

We step out from our seats and walk up the stairs, you following behind me. I feel your eyes watching my swaying ass, and I exaggerate my sway provocatively for your eyes. After we make it to the top of the stairs, your hand strays down to give my ass a good squeeze. I giggle as we walk over to a concession stand.

We stand in the long line of the concession stand when I feel you suddenly step much closer behind me, your body pressing against mine. Your hands graze my hips, your fingers curling possessively as they quickly pull me tight back against you. My body immediately responds to yours: my breath catching in my throat, my heartbeat quickening perceptibly.

You bend your head down until I can feel your hot, moist breath against my tender neck. You whisper softly in my ear, “Mmm … my little slut … .”

Your penetrating words trigger an immediate jolt between my silky thighs. A tiny sigh escapes from my mouth, signifying my assent. Your tongue snakes out and slides up the side of my neck. My senses heightened, I draw a breath sharply.

I can hear the smile in your rumbling voice as you move your lips to my ear and whisper, “You like that, Baby?” I nod my head just barely, my eyes flicking nervously around, looking at all the people – but nobody notices us. The background noise is loud, covering your words to everybody but me. The line moves up, and we step forward as one.

You whisper again into my ear, “I know what else you like … remember last night?” I nod slightly, shivering as I remember … .

“My cock pulsing inside your hot hole, slamming into your tight cunt, pumping my creamy cum deep inside you as you begged me to fuck you harder … .” I feel a rush of wetness, warm fluid seeping from my tingling pussy. I’m not wearing any panties, since you always insist on easy access to my cunt – your cunt. Quivering, I lean back against you, feeling your hands caressing my hips.

Your hands slide down my sensitive hips, over my short skirt, your fingertips tickling the bare skin of my thighs just below my hemline. Lifting my hem a little, you whisper to me, “Such a little cumslut … I bet your cunt is already dripping.”

Blushing, I nod my head just a bit. You chuckle at me, amused. The line moves again, and we step forward, in unison. Your fingertips lift my hem up a little more, the light material brushing my skin. I look around again, wary, as anyone watching would be able to see my partly exposed ass. Still, nobody notices us. I’m breathing hard now, my heartbeat racing, my bra-free nipples poking peaks in the thin fabric of my shirt, my cheeks flushed. I think, How can nobody notice?!

You notice, though, and you whisper again in my ear, “What a whore you are … just thinking about your Daddy’s big dick sets you off.”

I feel my juices start to flow, sticky hot fluid trickling down my inner thighs. Your words drill through my mind, sending burning shocks to my boiling, aching pussy. And I think, Knowing somebody were watching would set me off even faster!!

We step forward once more, stopping next to a large pillar this time. The pillar blocks us from the crowd on the left side, but people still mill about, walking past on our right. You place your right hand back on my hip, holding me close against your strong body. But you slide your left hand boldly up the back of my brief skirt again.

I gasp as your hand sneaks up. The man in front of us turns around, peering at me suspiciously for a second. I manage a weak smile at him, your fingers moving steadily higher, and he turns back around. I wonder, Did I see him return my smile … or was it my imagination?

Your fingertip wiggles between my thighs, sliding up the length of my slit, collecting the dewy moisture. “Mmm … your pussy is so wet, Baby … you’re such a slutty cunt for your Daddy.”

A quiet moan escapes from the back of my throat. You withdraw your hand from between my legs, pulling it out from under my skirt and bringing it up to my face. You trace your wet finger over my mouth, smearing my sticky juices on my lips, leaving a shiny trail. My tongue slides out of my mouth, licking up the sweetness you left behind.

I try to stay in control of my breathing, but you slip your hand back down to my oozing cunt. You slide your fingers along my soaking slit again, parting my pussylips with your fingers. Circling around my tingling clit, you then flick it with your fingertip. I bite my lip to hold back a groan, my head falling back, my eyes closed.

You say in a firm voice, “You’re going to have to order in a minute, whore.” My eyes flutter open, and I tremble slightly as your fingers continue stroking my seething cunt.

We step up one more time to the register, leaning against the pillar, your hand still up my raised skirt. You slide one finger right inside my tight little hole as the cashier looks up at me expectantly. I manage to squeak out, “Two Pepsis, please.”

He asks, “What size?”

At that moment, you thrust another finger inside me – prompting me to blurt out, “Large!” He gives me a curious look: taking in my flushed face, rapid breathing, glazed eyes, and stiff nipples – clearly visible through my sweat-sodden shirt.

You curl your two fingers inside my cunt and rub the tips up and down against my g-spot, your thumb pressing against my itching clit. As the cashier turns around to fill the cups, you continue to fondle me, my hips pushing back against you rhythmically. You pull your liquid-coated fingers from my sopping cunt and pinch my throbbing clit hard between your forefinger and your thumb, growling in my ear, “Cum, bitch!”

I bite down hard on my lip as I cum all over your fingers, suppressing my instinctive cry of “Daddy!” Gripping the edge of the counter, my fingers turn white, my pussy spasming over and over. I feel my cum dribbling onto your hand, your fingers still tugging on my tormented clit. I pant, trying to catch my breath, waves of pleasure crashing all over me. Then, calming a little, my eyes start to refocus. Staring straight ahead, I realize, Everybody behind us must know what just happened!

The cashier turns back with our drinks, and says, “That’ll be $5.” You reach into your back pocket with your right hand and pull out a $5 bill, leaving it on the counter, pulling your sticky left hand from between my thighs discreetly. You nod your head at the drinks, and I pick them up obediently, a bit unsteadily.

We start walking away, my legs shaking, knees wobbling, feeling my cum trickling down my quaking thighs. I bite my lip, thinking about all the people behind us in line, but not wanting to look back to see if they realized what happened. You wrap your arm protectively around my waist as we walk off, and I sigh falteringly, a subtle smile crossing my full lips, as I lean my head against your strong shoulder.