Daddies and their Whores Pt. 1

“We can’t right now, Daddy. Someone will see.”

I grabbed my daughter’s chin with my left hand while the fingers of my right rubbed at her clit.

“Whose pussy is this, Lucy?”

She swallowed hard and met my eyes. “It’s yours, Daddy.”

“And when can I use my pussy?”

With a small voice she answered, “Whenever you want.”

I reached further and plunged two fingers inside the wet cunt in question. Lucy yelped before sagging against me and accepting the intrusion.

“If I want to march you out to the 50 yard line and shove my dick down your throat, I will. If I want to mount and fuck you in front of City Hall, I will. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Put your foot on the bumper.”

She did as she was told, opening the space between her legs wide allowing me to pound her 15 year old cunt with my fingers. Her little boy shorts lay on the ground between us and her cheer skirt offered no other protection from me.

The game was over. Some spectators loitered while others climbed into their cars and filtered out of the lot. Lucy and I stood at the open trunk behind my own vehicle which I’d backed into a spot right up against the chain link fence running behind the cement concession building. We were hidden enough. Most people likely thought we were stowing blankets or her equipment bag into the car’s storage before leaving.

I’d watched her cheer all night. Her bare arms and legs. Other girls’ hands on her, lifting her up. Her flexible body jumping and spreading her thighs reminding me where my cock belonged.

“Take Daddy’s cock out.”

She fought through the pleasure at her core and focused instead on undoing my pants. Having worn no underwear, my erection sprang free as soon as she unbuttoned me and pulled down my zipper.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered. “Now get it wet.”

Her hand went to her lips and waited for her tongue to gather enough spit. She released it onto her fingers and reached for my cock, coating it with her saliva. Her little cunt was already wet enough to fuck, but I liked making her follow orders.

I pulled my fingers free and moved around her until my chest bumped against her back.