His Nasty Little Pussy

All the ways Daddy shoved his cock down my throat. Gentle and rough, loving and dominant, and the number of times I drank his seed… Focus, focus. Not nasty. Not today. Last night was the last night, you promised yourself. You have work you have to get to. You need to go back to the right mindset, the one you had before Daddy turned all his lust on you. You’re an adult, you have a career, and in a couple of minutes, you’ll have a clean mouth again.

Daddy, though, has his interests to consider. He doesn’t work soon, and he doesn’t see why his little girl couldn’t be a little late. Daddy slowly spins me around. I look into his eyes, the soft brown paralyzing me everywhere but my hand, which mindlessly brushes away at my teeth, the foam building as I seemingly spend way more time than usual cleaning my mouth.

I’m going to have a glowing smile after this. Caused by what, that’s undetermined yet.

Daddy smirks and lowers himself to his knees. My eyes follow him, my hand brushing, my mind empty as I’m so lost in diverting my attention, that I can’t even process what’s happening in front of me.

He lifts my shirt and his lips lightly touch my inner thigh. The electricity is intense, and I jerk instantly, my body giving off a surge of energy and spasms.

“Daddy,” I grumble through my toothbrush and paste.

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His voice comes from below, breaking between kisses. “Daddy’s not ready to let you go.”

I really should. I should stop him. I need to get to work, to start my first day… but my brain won’t work, my hands frozen as my eyes track the bobbing of Daddy’s scalp.

And when his lips graze my lower flaps, his nose nudging me open briefly as he passes over my slit, the only thing my brain can do is enjoy the sensation rumbling up my loins. It bounces from my pussy to my butt to my spine and makes its way up to my stomach.

I groan, removing my brush to speak. “Daddy, don’t make me wet before work!”

My nerves are gone… but they’re replaced by butterflies. Where I wanted

to kill me, now I just want to die, Daddy’s touch like torture against my willing body.

Yeah, that’s right, willing. My body can’t forget the last week, can’t forget all the amazing sensations I’d accumulated over the days. It was shocking at first, but slowly my body became accustomed to it, so much so that

I ended up anticipating it every day. Daddy didn’t always pursue me; he conditioned me to want and expect it.

And every day he fucked me was another day that made the next one easier on me. No nerves, but my libido was charged, and even the lightest touch from him made me ready to be taken.

Today’s no different. No matter what an adult should do in this situation, my programmed body is all too happy to light the fuse all over again. As much as I’ve tried to push him away since my coffee, I knew it was too late: my pussy was wet the second I woke up this morning!

When his fingers split my lips, it’s clear just how late my complaints are.

“Babygirl, your pussy’s so wet. I think you want Daddy badly.”

I shake my head. Propriety doesn’t fail me!

“Come on, girl. Don’t you lie to Daddy?”

Daddy’s fingers open me wide and his tongue slips through my crack, coasting over my pink flesh. The shock rattles me, and I stick the toothbrush back in my mouth, biting on it as I stifle my moans.

The mint flavor is bizarre as Daddy licks my pussy. It swishes in my mouth, the cooling, comforting taste a strange counter to the powerful pulses traveling through my flesh. My tongue bathes in it, and I have to fight myself from accidentally swallowing it.

I turn my head and spit into the sink, getting rid of most of the liquid.

But the taste remains, and the air is cool as I moan while Daddy’s tongue laps through my slit.

“Oh, Babygirl. Daddy loves your little pussy. Can’t get enough.” “Yes, Daddy.” I groan, my butt leaning backward into the sink, bracing me against the heat and energy weakening my legs. My hips buck into him, my body so inflamed it seeks Daddy’s touch. It doesn’t matter if he’s licking my cunt at the moment. All it wants is everything, an overwhelming urge for pleasure that’s impossible.

It’s so utterly consumed by Daddy’s essence, that I don’t think it could ever be truly satisfied.

But I’m certainly not stopping because I can’t have it all. I’ll take whatever Daddy gives me and be ecstatic with his gift!

Daddy’s hands wrap around my pelvis, clutching onto my ass, digging his fingers into my fat, as he eats me out. His mouth plays games on my cunt, his tongue taking turns with his lips. He licks in circles, and savor the edges of my hole, before flicking over it with light taps of his tongue. His lips wrap around the nub, stimulating me heavily with pressure and vacuum, pulling my clit into him as he massages it back and forth.

His tongue draws shapes on my flesh, random strokes to and fro, painting an image on my pussy. I don’t know what Daddy imagines, but the image strikes all the points of my pinkness, testing the bounds of my arousal.

From clit to hole, from side to side, my edges coated in arousal and saliva.

Daddy growls, his hunger evident as he devours me. “Come here,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the bathroom.

Dancing me back towards the bed, he turns me toward the mattress and pulls my shirt over my head. He leans down and bites my neck, no doubt leaving a nasty hickey for my new coworkers to find. His hands circle me and crush my tits, massaging them roughly as Daddy’s aggression takes over.

He gives a few pulls and twists, his fingers smooshing as he drills into them, feeling them with as much lust as he can before he moves me to my new position.

I turn my head and Daddy takes my mouth in his. I transfer the mint flavor to Daddy, and he transfers my pussy to me, letting us each taste what the other does.

He picks me up and places me on the bed. Pushing my back down, my face presses against the mattress, and he ensures my ass sticks straight up as I rest on my knees.

Kneeling on the bed next to me, Daddy spreads my ass open, and dipping down, he sticks his tongue between my cheeks.

“Oh, no! Not the ass again, Daddy!”

He’s going to make me a huge mess at this rate!

Using one hand to keep my cheeks open, Daddy’s tongue flicks over my tight hole, teasing me with soft strokes that never reach far enough to penetrate. All they do is tickle me like an introductory salvo meant to break all tension from my body.