His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY, DON’T MAKE ME WET BEFORE WORK!

The way my stepfather’s fingers float under my shirt and over my stomach, caressing ever so lightly, settles every last nerve in a burst of nirvana.

I even sway on my feet as I let it all sink in, clutching my cup of coffee so I don’t let it shatter on the kitchen floor.

But I giggle, lowering my hand and pushing him out of my clothes.

“Daddy, quit it!”

He huffs behind me before returning to the kitchen table.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He might have calmed my nerves, but I know that wasn’t his goal. I know Daddy’s whole reason for being so close to me is to turn me on!

He’s such a naughty man!

“Aren’t you going to eat something, girl?”

I shake my head as I take my seat across from him, holding my mug in both hands as I sip my coffee.

“Babygirl, you really should eat. It’s your first day, you’re going to need your energy.” He chows down on his eggs and toast as if signaling to me how it’s done.

“I know, Daddy,” I say, slowly consuming my hot drink, somehow hoping time will slow with me, “but I’m just so nervous. I think I’d throw up if I ate anything. It’s my first day at the center-like, real medicine, Daddy.

No hand-holding. I’m excited, but I kind of want to kill myself.”

Daddy smirks, but his smile grows into something far more endearing. I can see the warmth in Daddy’s eyes as he looks me over.

He’s so proud of me. I’m his little girl and I beat the system, or so he puts it. Daddy’s a blue-collar guy from head to toe, and his construction job is the only thing he’s known for a good ten years. His hours aren’t even normal, going in when the sun’s dying so he can come back late at night.

It’s normal for him, but he doesn’t think it’s something normal for me. So imagine his excitement when I went through college and graduated, intent on pursuing medicine. Hard work, sure, but my Daddy’s used to that. He doesn’t hold that against me. He’s just excited it’s something real beyond using my hands.

And then that warmth in his smile changes again, but this time it turns to heat. Red, fire coursing through his veins. It’s all coming back to him. I pushed his hands off only a minute ago, and he’s already back to thinking about doing me again.

I know it sounds dirty, but he’s my Daddy. I’d do anything for him. When he found out a week ago that I’d landed my new job, the first thing he did was fuck me raw.

God, my face burns just thinking about it! I lift my mug to my face, trying to suppress the urges in me that have been rattling around for the entire week.

It’s not like they’re going away anytime soon. After that first night, when

Daddy held me against the wall, his cock sliding into me… a girl can’t forget a night like that.

Or the next six nights that followed.

Daddy was insatiable. It’s like all that pride and excitement morphed him into a lecherous beast, and Daddy took days off to spend with me before

I would have to take my first shift. He wanted all the free time we could handle, to spend together, to have our one last moment in the sun before both of us headed off to our long hours and difficult jobs.

He took no time fucking the pleasure right out of me, leaving me numb every night in bed. Relaxing, and calming, that’s exactly what it was for me. All that time being in Daddy’s arms gave me little time to suffer and worry about what my future was going to hold in the next week.

I was-I am-so incredibly nervous about it all. I don’t know how you could ever prepare for that first moment when you leave your childhood behind and venture head first into adult life, taking a serious job that isn’t nine to five.

The only way I could get past it was by letting Daddy conquer my body every night…

God, no, okay, stop! I can’t be thinking like this. If I go recollecting every touch of Daddy’s, I’m going to have to take another shower. The last thing I want is to go into my job soaking wet.

But Daddy, being the lustful protector he is, wants to solve both our problems. “Why don’t we”-he leans his elbows on the kitchen table, getting close to offer the most sultry tones he can-“run upstairs, and Daddy can fuck that anxiety right out of you?”

I blush, but I swallow, shoving the budding arousal back down into my gullet. “Daddy, I can’t. I need to get ready for work.”

“You got time, Babygirl. What? Forty minutes? Daddy can do so many things to you in forty minutes.”

“Daddy!” I growl. “It’s not forty minutes. I still have to get ready.” I look down at myself and realize I’m still wearing one of Daddy’s dress shirts… and nothing else. I took a shower last night and just wanted to sleep relaxed, and nothing’s more relaxing than Daddy’s clothes covering my naked body.

But it also means I’m nowhere close to ready. “I still have to change, do my makeup, brush my teeth, find my clothes… Daddy, there’s just no time.” I finish my coffee, rinsing the mug in the sink as I head over to my room.

I sit down on my bed and sigh. I am gonna miss all the time Daddy and I have had the past few days. Not even counting the sex, it’s been so long since we’ve been able to connect. It’s going to suck having competing work schedules sometimes. It’s hard for a girl to get so close to her Daddy one minute, and then have him ripped away the next.

I need to start getting ready.

Daddy walks in, standing near the door. He doesn’t say anything, just leans against the wall and looks at me.

I smile. “What?”

He shakes his head, pinching his lips. “Nothing. It’s just… not much time left.”

I nod. We’re both letting it get to us.

I look in my closet, sorting through all the dress pants and tops I’d bought over the last week. So many I’ve been dying to try on, but now in the moment, I feel pretty indecisive about it. Or maybe not as interested as before.

I grab whatever matches and is at the tip of my fingers and lay it on the bed. As I lower my hands to pull Daddy’s shirt over my head, I pause and glance over at him, his eyes fixated on me.

I can see it. The desire. Daddy so badly wants to see me naked, I know it. It’s like I can see the dryness on his lips as he swallows. And seeing him become interested in me, it’s an aphrodisiac, and I suddenly become interested in him. I imagine what I must look like, what my arms must look like crossing my body, the way Daddy’s shirt lifts over my head, my head blocked momentarily as Daddy examines my naked frame from tits to ass.

Oh boy, it’s getting exciting again.

I let go of my shirt and cleared my throat. “Uh, maybe I should brush my teeth first.”

Daddy chuckles, knowing I know what he’s thinking. “Sure, girl.” I look around the room, absentmindedly. My mind is so clouded I don’t even remember what I just said I’d do. Instead, I’m focusing on keeping my cool so I don’t start thinking about all the nasty things Daddy can do to me.

The things with his hands, his mouth, his dick…

Ah, right, brushing my teeth.

Okay, okay. I shuffle through the connecting bathroom and Daddy follows close behind, watching me cover my toothbrush in water and toothpaste. I stick it into my mouth quickly, concentrating on a clean mouth in the mirror, not all the ways my mouth got dirty.