Dirty Racing: A DD/LG Outing Read online

  He is more portly than the other men in our little circle but has a kind face. I give him a shaky grin as I approach and start to squat to sit in his lap but he stops me with his hands on my hips. “Stand between my knees, girl.” he commands.

  I do as he asks and watch as he pulls an ice cube from the cooler near his shoulder. The one Daddy’s beer came from. I shiver as he traces the small brick of water up my inner thigh. “Part your feet, girl.” he barks and I do. The ice feels so good against the surrounding heat and the fire burning in my belly. His left hand holds my right hip firmly, and he inches his finger and the ice cube up under the leg hole of my shorts.

  I hiss as the ice caresses my pussy. “She’ll have that melted in a second.” Ron laughs, and my gaze moves to him with a cheeky smile.

  “Look at me.” Dave orders. “These are my minutes with you. You’ll focus on me until I’m done with you.”

  “Okay.” I answer sheepishly. Feeling scolded and unsure of myself. Dave pushes the ice cube into my hot cunt, and I moan a tad louder than I should have. My hands grab his shoulders as he leans forward.

  “That’s right.” he groans. He not only has the ice cube inside of me but two of his fat fingers now as well. He isn’t slow or kind like Ron, Dave is trying to push me over the edge. His hand pumps up and down, rough and hard. Bruising my insides as the ice melts around his fingers.

  I bend forward a little as my pussy grips at his hand. “Oh shit.” I breathe.

  “Don’t you dare,” I hear Daddy’s voice, breaking up the pleasure fog in my brain, “fucking come.” I nod and my hands tighten on Dave’s shoulder. I feel my knees start to shake, and I know I won’t last five minutes at this pace.

  My teeth bite into my lower lip hard as Dave thrusts into me even harder. He’s filling me so much that I feel like I can’t even catch my breath. My eyes close and I forget that I’m outside, in broad daylight, in a parking lot for a major race event.

  Daddy’s reminder not to come only makes me want to come that much more. The ice is now a trickle of water dribbling down the inside of my leg. “Please.” I shake my head and try to calm the orgasmic storm threatening to take over.

  “No.” Daddy snaps. I can hear Dave grunting under me from his efforts to push me over the edge, and into the zone that will get me in big trouble with Daddy. My eyes fly open, and I look up at the bright blue sky.

  I try to find shapes in the puffy white clouds to distract me from how good Dave is finger fucking me. He can’t have much time left, I pray he doesn’t, and thank God that he isn’t touching my clit. The swollen nerves are still throbbing from how Ron used them.

  “You have good control, slut.” Dave chortles as he pulls his fingers from my dripping snatch and grabs another ice cube. “You still need a little cooling down though, I think.” I’m dragging in shallow breaths as he slips another ice cube into my pussy and then rubs another one around my clit.

  The center of my shorts is soaked now with my pussy juices and the melted ice water. I feel it more when a gust of wind hurries by us and kisses the trail of water down my inner thighs. I can’t decide if the ice helps curb my orgasm or makes it harder to control. My thighs are shaking now, and I’m afraid I won’t last through Chris’s five minutes, and that’s if I can even get through Dave’s.

  Dave adjusts my shorts back into place and pats my pussy with three quick strikes. Each tap making me lift on my toes. The ice cube at my clit is melting a lot slower than the one inserted into my body, and the water is still solid, jerking hard against my clit each time he spanks me between my legs.

  “Fuck, Daddy, please.” I whine and lift my arms above my head to grab ahold of my hair.

  “Not yet, pretty girl. I’m so proud of you. You are doing such a good job for me, isn’t she guys?” Daddy asks as Dave grabs my hips, bringing my attention back to him.

  “You are a very good, little girl.” Dave pushes me back a little, and I realize his time must be done.

  “Th-thank you.” I stammer and begin to stumble towards Chris. My eyes find Daddy’s glasses again, and I wish he would take them back off. I want to see his pride for me in his eyes instead of my own needy reflection.

  “I’m not as well hidden from the crowd.” Chris tells me as I sit in his lap, thankful for the opportunity to rest my legs. “Seems like I get the short end of the stick in that regard.” Everyone around the small circle chuckles, and I can’t help but smile.

  “It’s your five minutes.” Daddy points between the trucks where Dave is still sitting. “You can take her in the truck.” I feel my eyes grow wide and I shake my head. If he puts me in the truck there is no telling how close to the stupid edge this stranger will be able to bring me. Out here in the open is much easier, safer even.

  “In that case,” Chris lifts me out of his lap as he stands. “I can smell her fucking cunt from here, and it’s driving me wild.” He uses his hand on my shoulder to guide me towards Dave, who shifts out of the way as we pass.

  The black truck has four doors, and Chris opens the back door on the side we are standing on. I send a panicked glance toward Daddy, and his face is calm and happy.

  “Relax, kitten. I know you can do this.” His words soothe me, and I hope he is right. I drag in a deep inhale as Chris presses on the center between my shoulder blades and bends me over. My chest meets the leather cushions of the seat, and I feel him pulling my shorts and panties down over my ass.

  I moan deeply. I’m such a naughty girl. Being used in public by Daddy’s friends for his pleasure and mine. Well, my contained pleasure. I know when Daddy does let me come it will be mind blowing. Every time he edges me like this it always is.

  “Be kind, please.” I whisper into the seat as Chris’s hands part my ass cheeks.

  “Fucking A,” Chris groans into my ass. “So pretty and pink. I bet you taste as good as you look.” I let out a soft whine and climb onto my tip toes. Havin him inspecting my most private parts makes my body pulse. “Let’s clean up this mess Dave made of you, shall we?” he asks without waiting for an answer.

  His tongue flattens against the top of my pussy mound and licks all the way up to my asshole. I grip the seat under me and press my forehead into the fabric. His tongue feels so good as he laps at me, cleaning up the melted ice and all of my leaked juices. Chris doesn’t dive his tongue into me though or even suck at my clit. He only licks me over and over. Like a lazy dog chewing a bone.

  I poke my ass backwards, grinding against his tongue as I begin to forget myself. He chuckles into my pussy, and the vibrations his laughter causes feels incredible. “A greedy girl.” he murmurs, and drags his tongue up the inside of my thigh. Licking away the trail of water left there as well.

  “Oh, my God, please.” I know that I’m moaning to myself. I doubt Daddy can hear me from inside the cab of the truck, and I know he wouldn’t care even if he could hear me. I want his tongue. Or Chris’s. Fuck I don’t care whose any more. I want this stranger’s tongue back on my pussy. Licking me and filling me up. I want to come so badly that I’m shivering all over.

  Chris slaps my ass cheek and it ripples with the force. Before my skin can even stop moving he peels my cheeks open again, so wide that it almost hurts. I squirm against his hold, but his fingers dig into the globes of my ass and his tongue swirls around my asshole. I scream a squeal of delight. He dips his tongue deeper, stretching open my tight hole. My own fingers claw the seat of the truck, and just as I teeter on the brink of coming undone under his mouth he stops.

  I’m left panting, and frustrated as he pulls up my shorts and swats my ass. “You’ve done well.” he tells me and I feel his erection press into my jean covered ass again as he grips my shoulders and pulls me upright. Outside of the truck’s cab now, the sun seems blinding. Chris grips my bicep and walks me over to where Daddy is still sitting, still drinking his beer. “She’s very close.” Chris smiles at Daddy as he passes me over. I fall into Daddy’s lap and he hugs me tightly.

  His shirt
is beginning to get sticky in the center of his pecs from his sweat but I don’t care. I’m sweaty too, and he smells like Old Spice mixed with his own personal smell. It may just be the state of mind I’m in but his scent makes me even hornier. I shift in his lap trying to gain more friction from that knot in the center of my shorts

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hide my face in his neck. Inhaling him deeply as I try to figure a way to get myself off as sneakily as possible. He rubs my back as he chats with the guys about the possibility of us coming back after the race is through. His chin lowers, letting the side of his jaw graze my cheek. “I feel you moving, princess.” he murmurs at me and I still.

  Feeling almost guilty but too needy to give it much care. “Thank you, gentleman.” Daddy says as he stands up, taking me with him. He holds me against his chest just long enough to kiss my forehead, and then he allows my feet to touch the ground. I lean all of my weight into him and keep my eyes lowered. “I have to get my kitten moving before she disgraces herself and I have to punish her in front of all of you.”

  “Such a shame.” Ron pretends to pout. “I’m sure it would be a wonderful sight to see.”

  “No doubt.” Chris adds.

  “There is always next time.” Daddy reminds them and my tummy flutters. “Come now, kitten. Let’s venture to the fairway.”

  Touring the Fairway.

  My sneakers shuffle in the grass, making small dust clouds in my wake as Daddy’s hand presses to the center of my back. We follow a path down a hill, and the shadow of the massive stands cools us from the sun. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks me softly. I look up at him, feeling a pleading pain in my eyes.

  “Yes, Sir.” He grins at my sour tone and taps my chin with his other hand.

  “That doesn’t feel honest.”

  “I’m uncomfortable.” I pout up at him. “I want to come.”

  “But that isn’t your choice, is it, princess?” I shake my head and look down at the toes of my sneakers. He bends down to speak directly in my ear. “Who owns that sweet, soaked cunt?”

  “You do.” I try to hide my smile but it comes over my face anyhow.

  “That’s right. So stop pouting.” His hand lowers from my back to cup my ass cheek in a tight squeeze. “Think about something else for a while, until I choose to fuck you senseless and let you coat my cock in your well-earned orgasm.” I sigh at his response and feel my body still pulsing with need.

  I stick my tongue out at him and he laughs. A big happy laugh that tickles my toes and makes me happy to have pleased him. He kisses my head again. “Such a brat.”

  We finally reach the fairway and its packed with race fans and supporters alike. Families, drunks, and everyone in between, shuffle around from booth to booth. Daddy offers me something cold to drink and I gratefully accept. Having to contain your orgasm is serious work and in the heat, I feel extra drained.

  The sun is climbing in the sky, watching us on our fun day out together. My tank top is sticking to me, and Daddy’s back has a wet line down the center proving the heat isn’t only affecting me.

  He gets me a giant frozen lemonade that is just sour enough to make my face scrunch up on the first sip. After that though it seems more sweet and I drink as much of it as I can before having to wait for more of it to melt.

  We walk around looking at the jewelry and other merchandise vendors have to offer as I stab my frozen drink with my straw to break it up a bit faster. Soon, I’ve forgotten all about the ache in my pants. Daddy has bought me a pretty pair of dangly earrings with my favorite driver’s number engraved in the center, with crossing checkered flags in the background.

  He slips the thin steel pole through the holes in my lobes and kisses my nose, making me feel special. “Thank you, Daddy.” I purr appreciatively.

  “Anything for my girl.” He fingers the earring in my left ear lightly. “What do you wanna do next?” The number of the driver on my earring is retired now and I’m a little sad that I won’t get to see him on the track today but I’m excited to feel his number bouncing against my ears. I tip my head to the side in thought and hum softly.

  The earring taps against the side of my neck and I feel Daddy’s thumb stroking softly below it as he looks down at me. “I’m kind of hungry.” I rub my hand over my toned belly.

  “Yeah,” Daddy checks his watch. “It’s just past noon now.” He throws his arm around me and even though its hotter than Hades, I love the feel of him holding me. “Let’s hunt down lunch.”

  We walk all the way down one side of the Fairway, Daddy buys me a ballcap to keep the sun out of my eyes and a bottle of water once my lemonade is gone. At the very end of the Fairway is a food truck with lots of yummy greasy food to be had.

  Daddy moves me towards a row of porta-potties and points to one with a green handle signaling its vacancy. “You go inside and remove your panties while I order us lunch.”

  “But?” I wrinkle my nose confused. His hand captures my throat in a hold that tells me not to argue. I love when he grabs me like this. It sets something primal off in my nervous system. Something that soaks my panties and makes my knees weak.

  “When you come out, you’ll slip your underwear into my pocket before we sit down to eat. Don’t be long, and don’t touch your cunt.” He warns me but I’m looking back at my wide eyed expression in his sunglasses. “I’ll be right over here.” He releases my throat and points to the food truck.

  “Yes, Sir.” I rub my throat where his hand was and skip over to the plastic bathroom. It smells disgusting as I enter and is like a stinky sauna. I have to peel off my shorts, they are stuck to me and I almost fall over trying to avoid touching the walls of the bathroom for balance. Finally, they come off and I remove my panties.

  It’s just a thin scrap of white lace in the shape of a thong. I hold it up to my nose and smell my pussy all over the fabric. I don’t know why Daddy loves my scent so much but it makes him wild and I’m happy to have coated these nicely for him.

  Even though it’s gross, since I’m here I hover over the open hole in the plastic seat and relive myself. Wiping quickly, careful not to touch myself more than necessary, I yank my shorts back up and bundle my thong in my hand. I shove it into my own small pocket as I exit the potty and sigh at the breath of fresh air. It’s crazy how much cooler it feels outside compared to inside that smelly death box.

  They have a plastic washing station set up and I soap my hands then step on the peddle to make the water flow over my fingers. I scrub quickly until all the suds are washed away and then dry my hands with the provided paper towels. I spy Daddy still standing in line for our lunch and I hurry over to his side.

  He grins at me when I slid up against his side and pull the wad of fabric from my pocket to slide it into the front pocket of his jeans. While my hand is inside, I brush my fingers around trying to find his cock. I feel him at the same time as I hear him growl lowly. I stroke my fingers against the soft material, rubbing his soft cock as we stand in line with my body covering the actions of my naughty hand. “Kiss me.” he orders and I stretch my neck up to kiss him.

  It’s a soft and quick kiss but it makes me feel wonderful. His hand grabs my wrist and tugs my hand out of his pocket. He pulls me to stand in front of him and locks his arms around my waist. I giggle as he rocks me side to side, my hands holding onto his forearms. He kisses my neck as we continue to wait for our food but now I can feel his cock against my ass and he is no longer soft.

  “Mmm,” I smile and turn my head just enough to feel his jaw against mine. “Daddy is as hungry as me?”

  “Starving.” He nips just behind my new earring and grinds harder against my rear.

  Our number is called and Daddy moves from behind me to collect the tray from the food truck’s window. I follow behind him to a picnic table and settle on the bench beside him. I giggle when I see he has ordered us both fried chicken tenders and fries.

  My favorite. “I’ll go grab some napkins.” I hold his shoulder
as I push myself back off the bench.

  “Ketchup, too please, kitten.” He calls to me and I nod. At the edge of the food truck is a table with condiments and napkin. I snag a handful of napkins and fill three small cups with ketchup. Quickly, returning to Daddy, I sit near him and he reaches under the table for my knee. Carefully, he lifts my leg and drapes it over his own knee. I smile at him as I pick up a tender and blow the steam escaping from where I’ve broken it in half.

  His left hand traces his nails up and down my inner thigh as he dunks his own tender in the red ketchup. We people watch together as we eat in silence. His hand making me shift and squirm next to him but I love the way it makes me tingle. “How are you feeling?” he wonders after finishing off his first piece of chicken.

  “I’m good.” I use a napkin to pat at my mouth. He twists the cap off a fresh water bottle and passes it too me.

  “Let me know if you’re feeling too hot. We can find a shady place to rest for a bit.”

  “But the race starts soon.” I remind him after drinking down half the bottle he gave me.

  “Mmhm.” He nods, dipping a French fry into the ketchup and popping it in his mouth. “When we get in the stands, we’ll need to reapply our sunscreen. You look a bit flushed.”

  “It’s probably not from the heat.” I admit, and he grins wickedly.

  “Probably not.”

  His hand doesn’t stop caressing my inner thigh as we finish our meal, and I feel our connection strengthening in the shared silence. When I’m too full to eat another bite, Daddy finishes off the last of my fried chicken tenders and fries, and we pick up our small mess. Daddy carries the tray to the dumpster and dumps all the trash off into the bins before returning the tray to the food truck.

  He holds my hand and brings my knuckles to his mouth for a quick kiss. I giggle and let him lead me to the stands. I’ve never seen so many bleacher like seats in one place.

  We greet another attendant wearing a bright yellow SECURITY jacket and she scans Daddy’s smart phone once again before letting us in. The sun is blotted out by the high rows of seats as we make our way inside the small tunnel like entrance.