Da**** Posted November 13 She sat, rapt and gripping the plasti-coated arms of her seat as the summer sun dappled through clouds to make a perfect afternoon to watch a baseball game beside Daddy. But it wasn't the game that held her attention. She barely saw anything in front of her. It was the random, constantly changing throb of the We-Vibe jangling her nerves inside her bare, uncovered pussy. The pastel pink skirt almost reached her legs but there was a good chance the seat would be wet when she stood up. The game was Daddy's idea. Her outfit chosen by him. And here he was, his eyes glued on the game after so much teasing and play before the game. Her pussy creamy and wet before she ever set foot in the stadium. She had held his cock in her mouth almost the whole drive here. Fuck she loved being his. But the ***. The *** of being used was so exquisite as to be almost too much. Almost. And now Daddy was there watching others play Baseball and all she could think of was her cunny and try not to cum. Because Daddy told her not to cum. Every break in the game (between "innings?"), his fingers found her and the gush of pleasure and relief at his touch and attention was like a release of tension she didn't know she carried. In sneaky ways his fingers would be under her pleated pink skirt and his fingers would be inside her. Rubbing her clit. Sometimes he would taste them and kiss her before the next inning start. Sometimes make her suck them clean. God she loved this ***. God she hated this. It was the.. what? 7th inning. Why is everyone standing up? Singing. Daddy leaned over, his hand now carefully under her skirt. "Cum, cum, cum," he commanded and rubbed so fucking hard as she gripped his arm and her knees went weak. The crowd was singing. She was crying out the song her moan of orgasm, already on the edge. By the time the song was over, she collapsed in her seat, and mess. Leaning on Daddy's arm, she got a jolt as the We Vibe started again. Daddy grinned. "Game's not over, Babygirl..."
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