Chapter 2

The game had just kicked off when Damon leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Stay close to me, Amy. I need to do the rest of your exam right here." Mom was three seats away, eyes glued to the pitch, completely unaware. The VIP box was dim enough at the back that nobody could see us slip behind the small partition in the corner.

Damon sat me on the low storage bench tucked against the wall. "Skirt up. Panties off. Now." His voice was calm but left no room for argument. I lifted my hips and slid my already damp panties down my legs. He caught them, brought them to his nose for a second, then shoved them into his coat pocket.

"Open your legs wide for Daddy." He snapped on fresh gloves but then stopped. "Fuck the gloves. I want to feel you skin to skin again." He stripped them off and immediately pushed two thick fingers straight into my pussy without any teasing. The sudden stretch made me gasp.

"God, you're still so wet from earlier," he growled quietly, curling those fingers hard against my front wall. "This spot right here — your G-spot — it's swollen already because you've been sitting empty and needy the whole anthem. Feel that?" He pressed up firmly, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while his other hand held my thigh open. Every stroke sent sparks shooting up my spine. I could feel my inner muscles clenching and fluttering around his fingers, trying to pull him deeper even though it wasn't enough.

"Answer me, princess. How does your cunt feel?" he demanded, voice low and filthy.

"So empty, Daddy… it aches," I whispered, hips rolling forward on their own.

"That's right. This pussy was made to be full. Look how it's sucking on my fingers like it's starving." He added a third finger and started pumping them faster, the wet squelch loud enough that I kept glancing toward Mom in panic. Damon didn't care. "Let it make noise. Let me hear how soaked you are for your stepdad."

He changed angle, pressing hard on my lower belly again so every thrust of his fingers slammed directly into that sensitive bundle of nerves. My thighs started shaking hard. Pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, building and building until I was panting through my teeth. Damon leaned right against my ear, dirty talk pouring out in a steady stream.

"Such a greedy little hole. I can feel every ridge inside you gripping me. You're getting tighter — you're about to come, aren't you? Don't hold it back. Come on Daddy's fingers like the good girl you are. Flood my hand while your mom sits ten feet away."

The orgasm hit violently. My pussy clamped down hard around his three fingers, pulsing and rippling in deep waves. I felt a rush of wet heat gush out around his knuckles as I came, my inner walls squeezing and milking his fingers like they were trying to keep them inside forever. Damon kept rubbing that spot without mercy, dragging the orgasm out until another smaller peak crashed right after the first. My vision went white for a second. I had to bite my own wrist to stay quiet while my whole body jerked and twitched.

Even after the spasms eased, my pussy kept fluttering and clenching around nothing once he slowly pulled his fingers free. The emptiness slammed back in stronger than before. I felt my entrance pulsing visibly, slick dripping down toward my ass.

Damon wiped his hand on the inside of my thigh. "That's two orgasms today already and the match has barely started. Because the World Cup schedule is so tight, I'm changing your exam routine. From now on it's every single game. And because you keep getting wetter and needier, I'm going to start filling you properly during each check."

He leaned even closer, voice dropping to a dark promise. "You're going to sit through the entire first half just like this — empty, swollen, and dripping. At halftime I'll take you down the hall. Daddy's going to bend you over the medical table and fuck you until I pump a thick load of cum deep inside this cunt. Then you're going to pull your panties back on and walk right back here to watch the rest of the match with my cum leaking out of you. Understand?"

I nodded, voice shaky. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He helped me tug my skirt down and stood up, adjusting the obvious hard-on in his pants. "Go sit next to Mom. Don't wipe anything. I want you to feel how wet you still are every time you move."

I walked back to my seat on unsteady legs. Mom just smiled and handed me a water bottle, asking if I was having fun. I told her yes, even though my brain was spinning with the filthy plan Damon had just laid out. Every time the crowd roared at a near-goal, I felt another trickle of arousal slip out of me. The emptiness inside was constant now — a deep, throbbing ache that only grew worse the longer I sat there knowing exactly what was coming at halftime.

Damon stood behind my chair, one hand resting on my shoulder, thumb stroking once in that possessive way that said he owned me completely. The match continued on the pitch, but all I could think about was how soon he would stretch me open again and fill the emptiness with his cock and his cum, making me carry the evidence of it through the rest of the game.