His Nasty Little Pussy

We fell asleep together, our naked bodies melding together almost as one. When the morning sun began to warm my face, I remembered the fun we’d had the night before and I smiled, running my fingers down his bare chest. Then I gasped and shot up, looking at the clock.

“Oh, my God! Dad!” I shrieked, and his head shot up quickly.

“What time did you have to be at work?” “Eight-thirty,” he answered.

“It’s nine fifteen!” I said.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, jumping to his feet and hurriedly yanking on his pants.

I heard the phone ringing down the hallway, and I ran to it.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Yes, I’m calling for Adam Dayton,” said a woman’s voice.

I mind reeled. I needed to think of an excuse quickly. I didn’t want him to lose his job because of me.

“He’s sick,” I said quickly. “I’m… taking him to the emergency room right now. Might be food poisoning.”

“Oh, dear!” she gasped. “Well, I hope he’s alright. I’ll see if I can find someone to cover for him. Please tell him I hope he gets well soon.” “Okay, thanks,” I said, and I hung up.

Adam came rushing down the hallway with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He was searching for something.

“Calm down, I got you out of work today,” I told him.

“What? How?” he mumbled, the toothbrush still sticking out.

“I told them you were sick and I was taking you to the emergency room,” I explained.

“Shit! How am I going to explain it when I don’t have a doctor’s excuse?” he demanded.

“You’ll have one,” I said quickly. “We’ll take you to the emergency room, get an excuse, and then we’ll have the whole weekend together.”

He took the toothbrush out of his mouth and opened his mouth to object, but then he looked thoughtful.

“That could work,” he admitted.

“Yeah, so get ready and we’ll go get this over with,” I told him.

He headed down the hallway to get ready, and I went to take a quick shower. I wanted to be clean and ready when we got back.

It didn’t take long in the emergency room. It turns out Saturday mornings are pretty slow in the E. R. We got back around lunchtime, but neither of us was hungry at least, not for food. We were making out before the front door was even closed.

My hands grasped his face and pulled him toward me. I parted my lips, and he slipped his tongue between them. He pushed me against the closed door with a bang, and I felt his hardness pushing against my thigh. I reached down and felt it through his jeans, and it pulsed frantically in my hand.

His lips trailed down my face and toward my neck. I felt his kisses like warm butterfly wings against my skin, and I could feel his hot breath in my ear. I shivered.

“How do you want it?” he asked me, his gruff voice rough and sexy in my ear.

“I like it rough,” I said. “I want you to tell me I’m your bitch, throw me down, and fuck me hard. I want you to use me. Bend me over and fuck me doggy style, and do it hard. Grab my hair and use it like reins. Look me in the eye and tell me in no uncertain terms that I’m YOUR bitch, ONLY your bitch, and nobody else’s bitch, and I better damn well do what you say because you’re the boss. There’s no other man in the world who can tame me. I don’t take orders from anyone… anyone but you. I never have, and I never will. So you put me in my place, fuck me hard, fuck me rough, and then, when it’s all over, kiss me.”

“Wow, little girl,” he said, looking at me with complete shock. “That’s pretty shocking coming from a girl who was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago!”

“It’s something I’ve always felt,” I told him. “I’ve wanted this from you for so long. You have no idea.”

“Well, I think I can certainly oblige,” he said with a grin, and he swept me into his arms and headed down the hallway with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

He kicked open his bedroom door and swept me over to the bed. He tossed me roughly onto it, and then climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists to the bed above my head. His lips pushed against mine fiercely so fiercely I tasted the salty bite of blood on the inside of my lips. He kissed me wildly, and passionately, and although my lips ached, I couldn’t get enough of it.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. I squirmed underneath him, trying to get it between my legs. I wanted to feel it against the fabric of my panties.

He knew what I wanted, so he maneuvered himself between my legs. He used his knee to push my legs apart, and then he pushed his hardness against the thin, damp fabric of my panties.

“You want it inside you?” he asked me, grabbing my chin roughly with his hand and forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Yes!” I gasped desperately.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, sir!” I replied.

“That’s better,” he growled.

He kissed my neck, his hot breath ragged and sexy on my skin. He began to unbutton my blouse, kissing my chest and my stomach with each button he unfastened. His lips were driving me wild. He tore at my shirt savagely, and the remaining buttons popped off and flew to the floor. His teeth nibbled sharply at my skin.

He slid my bra up, exposing my breasts. His lips closed over one nipple, sucking it sharply, and causing me to wince. His hands slid up and down the length of my torso, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged him.

“I will when I’m good and ready!” he snapped.

He moved down the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He pushed my skirt up and placed his lips on the outside of my panties, just below my pubic mound. I could feel his intensely hot breath through my panties, and it made the tingling in my pubic area intensify.

Adam’s teeth sank lightly into my panties as he gnawed gently at my clit. They scraped against it, and it began to throb angrily. His fingers curled inside the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips in anticipation of him pulling them down. However, he continued to breathe warmly through the fabric and nibble at me, teasing me terribly.

At long last, he finally pulled my panties down. I wiggled my butt to help him remove them, and he tossed them across the room. He turned his eyes up toward mine as if to warn me to behave, and then he looked down at my glistening labia, which were moist with my juices.

He put his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed them upward, and then he grabbed my inner thighs and pushed them downward. I grabbed the backs of my knees to hold my legs into his chosen position.

His fingers spread my labia apart, and his head dipped. I felt an exciting surge as his warm, wet tongue made contact with my swollen clit. He touched the tip of his tongue lightly against it, brushing it across the surface like a feather. He was a master at teasing.

One of his fingers penetrated me, and it curled upward and began to massage my G-spot. His tongue touched my clit with slightly more pressure, but still, it did little more than tease me. I groaned woefully, lifting my hips toward his face.

“Patience, Nikki,” he said firmly.