His Nasty Little Pussy

With his other hand, he runs his thumb through my wet slit. Around the edges, he glides through my juices, tempting insertion just like his tongue tempts me at my other end. His finger runs over my clit, slipping easily over the wet nub, before making his rounds again, finding my clit once more and giving it a solid nudge as he passes through.

His tongue continues its torture, and I groan so loud, the torment unbearable. “Oh god, Daddy! It’s so good. It feels so good!” This is how he’s crushed every nervous thought, every anxious desire, since day one. He’s found my weakness. He teases me until all I want is pleasure. Nothing in the world could get in the way of that desire, and I softened from a girl with uncomfortable edges to a withering blob of hormones and libido.

My lower back undulates and my hips beg to be taken. They beg him, pushing back into his tongue, searching for the end of his finger, looking to draw it in on burning appetite.

When Daddy sees this, he knows my motions mean I’m ready for more. I want Daddy to push my boundaries. Nothing else matters. Not work. Not money. Not the wetness that’s going to follow me throughout the day. It’ll just have to be a reminder for me to get through the day and come back home to Daddy as soon as I can!

Daddy curls his thumb and inserts it, shoving it into my pussy up to the second knuckle.

“Oh fuck!” I shout, the tiny digit enough to make me shaky.

His finger wiggles inside, testing my body as he explores it, testing my

limits so he knows when he can push me harder. His thumb circles inside me, stretching my vaginal walls as he pulls against me, harassing me with movements that are not quite close enough to bring me to the edge. No, they’re meant more to relax my body, the first burst of intensity giving way to a softer, more pacifying pleasure. The way I sink into the bed as warmth flows through me, settling my mind into a silent bystander. I can’t think. I don’t think. It’s just feelings from here on out. I can’t even keep track of the time. Daddy’s motions are so slow, so agonizing, yet so calming, I have no idea how much time we have left. How many minutes before I have to spring to my feet and leap into the stress of adulthood?

There’s nothing in this moment that’ll let me even ponder leaving.

I’m Daddy’s, and we’ll take as long as he wants to take!

His thumb drags down, caressing the wall just under my clit, stroking it tenderly as his other fingers shift. They go to my slit, running through my lube as Daddy fondles my clit from the outside.

Masterfully manipulating my body, Daddy’s thumb roots around inside my pussy, his other fingers circle the engorged nub at the top, and his tongue dances rings around my puckered backdoor.

It’s so much sensation as once, all I do is breathe it in, ensuring I don’t lock up and lose my lungs. My intake picks up, my chest bounces up and down on the bed, and my moans come out in heaps of misery.

It’s like it hurts when something’s so good you just want to cry. I can feel the pleasure reach my eyes, the tears wanting to form like I’m on the verge of crying. It’s so powerful, the sensitivity building immeasurably, seemingly attacking every naked joint in my body. Everything wants to lock up, all my muscles seize just before the final explosion.

I can’t help it. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the overwhelming phenomenon that is my orgasms.

“Daddy!” I suck in air. “Oh, Daddy!” My lower back arches hard, the muscles straining to keep me from snapping in two.

Daddy’s tongue slips into my asshole, separating just a little, but enough to send me over the edge. The soft warmth entering my backside makes me open to the widest extent before convulsing closed over and over. I groan, nearly whining, as my body shakes and sputters, my thighs, ass, hips, and lower back all vibrating on their frequencies. It creates tumultuous exhaustion, nothing syncing, everything on its own, utterly draining me of all life force. My energy seeps through my knees into the mattress, finally sending me over onto my side, my muscles kicking me hard as I struggle to fight bodily destruction.

Daddy only chuckles, watching me writhe on the bed.

His hand slips gently under my head, lifting me to my butt. “Come here, baby,” he says. Guiding me backward, he leans up against the wall, bringing me between his open legs. I lay up against him, my back resting against his mountainous chest.

Daddy’s animal side fades with my orgasm, transforming back into the caretaker in him. His left-hand trails down my stomachopeningen my legs to curve with his, and slips between my folds. He softly runs his finger through my arousal, stroking me delicately, washing away all the intensity of before.

He brings back that relaxation, the one that cleared my mind. “I love you, girl,” he whispers into my ear. He pecks at my shoulder, moving up my neck with tiny kisses. His other hand seeks my nipple, lightly twisting it back and forth, avoiding anything too sharp. All I feel is comfort and warmth flooding my pussy and chest, Daddy’s touch so carefully.

“I want you forever. I don’t want you to forget about me.”

I shake my head, biting my lip. “Never, Daddy.”

“You like it when Daddy touches you?”

I swallow, nodding, cuddling closer to him as he fingers me.

“You want Daddy all to yourself, is that it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I just want my little girl to be happy.”

The soft-touch starts to make me moan all over again, and I can feel my juices spreading on my thighs. All the skin from my pelvis to halfway down my legs is cool to the air, evaporating and drawing my heat away.

I’m soaking wet!

But I don’t care. God, I love his touch!

The buildup starts up all over again, and even though Daddy makes no effort to change his stroking, no effort to make me come, I can feel a second orgasm establishing itself. The finger running through me, the hand grinding the pink, spongy tissue on my breast, is a constant flush of small pleasure.

But even the small flush is enough to set the tides flowing again. I can feel it. I want to come again. My hips are grinding into Daddy’s hand, my lower back incapable of laying flat against him, my hands gripping his knees as the intensity rises.

My stomach swirls, my mound heating, my skin numbing as my nerves pause before unleashing…

His finger slides out of my pussy, and my breathing immediately stops, surprise staggering my momentum.

“I think you need to start getting ready, girl.”

I gasp. “Daddy, I was so close! Don’t stop!”

He asks. “Babygirl, you know you need to get to work soon.” My fingers dig into his legs, but I sigh in exasperation. “I guess.” As I crawl from the bed, my thighs are coated in arousal, slippery as they move past each other.

I turn to Daddy, using a towel to clean the inside of my thighs. It hits me when I see Daddy watching me clean up, satisfied with his work. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

He smiles, crossing his arms. “I don’t want you forgetting what’s waiting for you when you get back home. You make sure you’re a good girl at work today. You listen, you pay attention, you tell me all about it.”

He crawls over and swats me on the butt as I toss the towel to the side. He chuckles, “And then Daddy might just finish the job. Would you like that?”

I blush. I’m going to be flush with arousal all day-a whole shift-my thighs probably itchy and red, my pussy incapable of settling down. Daddy turned me on so I’d know what I was coming home to, so I’d be thinking all day about how much I miss him.

Even though that frustration of Daddy setting me up, makes my first day much harder than it has to be, I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that a lot.”

He stands. “Let me make you lunch quick while you finish up.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He kisses me on the cheek. “Go get ’em, girl.”

As he leaves for the kitchen, I smile, that little line enough to erase all doubt from my mind.

I’m going to kill it at work, and I have Daddy to thank for that.