"Come on, dad! The game is starting!" My eldest son called after me and I tried to keep up the pace. It was easy to get lost in an arena this size, and it was always the biggest headache tracking down one of them when we got separated, so I grabbed my youngest's hand and hurried forward.
My wife led the pack. Basketball was her thing. To me, sports of all kinds are just.... well, they're not terrible, but they are extremely low on my list of things I find interesting or enjoy. But Katie loved basketball, and she'd done a good job of instilling that love onto our three sons at a very young age.
My oldest was 13, then 9, then 7. They were a rowdy brood, but they were always at least entertaining, and Katie was a good wife, I've been lucky in life. But as we shuffled into our seats, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the next hour or two of boredom I'd be faced with.
But that's when I saw her. Sitting next to her parents and a couple younger siblings was this bombshell of a girl. She was tan, dark skinned, black hair. Her tits looked amazing in the skimpy little button down shirt she had on, and her beautiful long legs were completely uncovered, her short shorts barely leaving anything to the imagination.
My wife mindlessly pushed into the seat furthest away from her, then our three kids, my eldest son next to my immediate right, and this slutty little vixen to my left. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd tried. If I had to sit still for an hour watching giant's bounce a ball back and forth, at least I'd have some eye candy to get me by.
I wasn't the only one to notice, either: my eldest son had forgotten about the game entirely, staring at the girl with his mouth agape. I turned to him with a stern look and shook my head.
"Eye's on the game," I smiled, and he shook himself out of it.
She, like me, held little interest in the game at all. We both sat on our phones, I was playing some mindless game, she was texting and checking facebook. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her.
It was about fifteen minutes into the game when she started shifting in her seat. She looked around, glanced at me to make sure I wasn't paying her any attention, then moved her phone so that her family couldn't see it.
That's when I watched her go through her pictures, and my jaw almost dropped. She'd apparently saved some pretty hardcore stuff from online, I'm talking about bondage, whips, chains, ball gags, girls getting throatfucked, girls crying and screaming as they were fucked.
I shook my head in disbelief, unable to really comprehend what was going on. I looked over at my wife and three kids, who were completely enraptured by the game, then looked back. Every pic got more intense, more degrading and rough.
Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. I cleared my throat, just loud enough for her to hear, and watched as she jumped in surprise, then slowly turned, her eyes running up my body, until she saw me, eyebrow raised, staring at her from the corner of my eye.
She took a deep breath and folded her arms, blushing so red she looked like she might start crying. I smiled, pulling out my phone, and typed up a little message on the note screen.
"Sub?" I asked, holding the phone slightly turned to her, and she covered her mouth with her hand, looking around.
Slowly and almost imperceptibly, she shook her head, yes.
"Text me?" I wrote out, with my number underneath, and after a second or two I got a text from her.
"Hi :3" it said, and to this day I'm still not sure what that emoticon is supposed to mean.
"Hello sir*," I corrected her, watching her shift uncomfortably and blush again.
"Hello, sir," She replied.
"So you're a sub?" I texted.
"Uh, yes, sorta, I've never been, well, I've never gotten to be one." She replied.
"But you'd like to be, wouldn't you?" I asked, and she turned to me and shook her head eagerly, then caught herself.
"Um, yes sir," she replied.
"How old are you?" I asked, sure she couldn't be over 16, sitting here with her family.
"18," she texted back, and if the arena hadn't been filled with cheers and screaming and noise, I'm sure everyone within a couple of rows would have been able to hear my heart beating in my chest.
"What's your name?" I asked, and she hesitated.
"Penny," She finally texted back.
"Are you going to be a good little girl for me, Penny?" I asked, and she slowly looked over at my family.
"Isn't that your wife and kids?!" She texted back, and I began to fear she might blow my whole cover.
"Yes, does that bother you?" I asked, almost terrified.
She sat there for a moment, awful imaginary scenes going through my head.
"Actually, no, it's even hotter. Fuck." She finally replied, and I tried my best to hide my smile.
"You're a naughty little fuck toy aren't you?" I texted, and she shifted in her seat.
"Yes sir, uh, is it ok if I call you Daddy? That's not weird is it?"
"No baby. Now then, are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy?" I asked, and as soon as she read the text, she covered her mouth, her eyes wide.
"Oh god, yes, will you-?" She responded.
"In time. Unbutton your shirt," I told her, and she looked at me, then looked at her family, then slowly acquiesced, pulling apart her shirt by two buttons and showing off her cleavage.
"Good girl, now I want you to pretend to drop something, and bend over to pick it up, show off your ass for me."
She looked at me and nodded. She dropped her phone, then bent over to pick it up, doing her best to "accidentally" push it forward into the next row beneath us. She got on her hands and knees, bending down, her ass cheeks coming out of her short shorts.
My mouth was watering, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Did you like that, Daddy?" She asked, as soon as she'd gotten her phone back and sat back down.
"Yes baby, now are you ready to become Daddy's fuck toy?" I texted, and she hugged her legs against her chest.
"Right now?!" She asked, trying not to look directly at me.
"Yes, baby. I'm going to make an excuse to leave, and you're going to wait a couple of minutes, then come join me in the family restroom near the entrance. We can be alone there, understand?"
She sat there, biting her fingernails and looking away.
"Yes Daddy." She finally replied.
I sat still for a moment or two, then moaned a little, turning to my wife.
"Oh man, I'm not feeling so well, Katie. I think it's the pizza from earlier, you have any antacids?" I asked, and she barely even looked at me.
"Nah, sorry hun," She mumbled.
"Ok, well I'm gonna check the gift shop." I mumbled. "I might be a little while," I said, rubbing my stomach.
"Have fun in the bathroom, dad!" My oldest son laughed, and I smiled.
"Oh, I'm sure I will." I muttered, walking off.
I did stop in the gift shop, made up a quick little lie about my son's pants ripping. They didn't sell duct tape but I made nice and they let me take a roll from their supply closet, as long as I promised to bring it back.
I made my way into the family restroom. Lucky for me, it was empty, and it smelled of cleaning supplies and cheap air freshener instead of, well, you know.
I stood there, straightening my hair, cracking my knuckles, when the door parted and Penny slipped inside.
"Hello, Daddy," She whispered, locking the door behind her, her head bowed, her arms behind her back.
I walked up to her, pushing her up against a wall. She gasped, staring at me, her eyes wide.
I grabbed her hips and brought her close. She instantly wrapped her arms around me, kissing and biting and purring, she was insatiable.
"Please, Daddy, let me be your good little fuck toy," she begged, squeezing me tight.
I grabbed her throat and pried her off of me, pushing her against the wall.
"Not yet, baby, you need to be punished for being such a naughty little girl, don't you?" I asked, grasping her throat tight.
"Yes," she whimpered, "please."
I turned her around, kissing her neck while I unbuttoned her shirt. I unsnapped her bra and let it all flutter to the floor. She shivered a little, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
Then I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down quickly, her cute little ass popping out, her entire body naked now save her pink running shoes.
"Oh!" She muttered, her arms crossing to cover her perky little tits.
"Turn around," I told her, and she obliged, her chest and face red, her chests short and rapid.
"Please, Daddy, be gentle, I'm, um, well, I've never-" She mumbled, looking down.
"You're a virgin?" I asked, smiling.
"Yes. I'm sorry, if you don't want to-" She started, but I grabbed her head and pushed her down. I grabbed the roll of duct tape and bound her arms behind her back.
"Where did you-" She gasped, but I grabbed her throat and forced her to look up at me.
"Open your mouth," I told her, and she smiled.
Her mouth popped open, and I slapped her. She looked down, clearly shocked, but looked back up, hungry for more.
"Wider," I told her, and she nodded, opening her mouth as wide as she could. "Stick out your tongue."
She stuck out her tongue and her eyes grew wide at the size of my stiff, hard, cock.
