His Nasty Little Pussy

I lick my lips, my whole mouth going dry as I contemplate what’s going on. Does Daddy mean it? Does he want me to suck his dick? Or is he just playing the part, playing a joke on me?

I meet his eyes and watch his reaction. But his eyes don’t defer, don’t dodge, don’t pretend anything other than the truth. They only seem to suggest

I keep up my end of the bargain.

But a thought crosses my clouded mind. “Is the money mine?”

Daddy forms a grin. “That’s my businesswoman. You’re not supplying credits. Only do something if you’re sure you’re going to get paid for it.” He nods, and the next sentence out of his mouth is chilling, “You earn whatever you earn.”

Earn? My god, what does he mean by that?

Daddy leans back in the chair, taking a more comfortable position. He means to do this… I glance over at the money. If someone paid

me that, I’d need to perform, right? I couldn’t say no. I’d need to do whatever our agreed-upon price stated I do.

My rationalizations circle my brain, trying their hardest to convince me to do what I deep down want to do already.

One reason I decided to become a call girl is because I need money for college, sure, but another reason was because I’ve always fantasized about being one. About the sex. About the strangers. About the seedy exchange of goods. About how money would buy any degrading act a man could want from me.

I liked the idea. To debase myself, and in the end, derive a whole bunch of nasty pleasure for myself.

So sucking my Daddy’s dick? That’s just as taboo as any other fantasy I’ve had about this job. It’s nothing that would really hinder my goals, but instead turn me on entirely!

I’ve been paid the money after all. Nothing’s wrong as long as I’m paid for it.

I drop to my knees in front of Daddy, his legs spreading wide for me to cut in close to him. I grab his belt, unlatching it to reach his zipper. I can’t believe I’m finally going to do this, and I can’t believe Daddy’s the first man who’s going to pay me for it!

Reaching into his boxer, my hand circles around his soft shaft, and with his help, we get his slacks and boxers down to his thighs.

In my hand rests Daddy’s thick cock, soft and ready to be stimulated. “You want me to suck it now, Daddy?” I ask, looking into his eyes as I lick my lips.

“Mmmm, shit, Babygirl. I want nothing more than that.”

I pull on his soft shaft, extending his floppy cock toward my mouth as I drop down on it. Opening wide, I engulf Daddy’s whole member, soaking him in saliva.

Daddy groans, and I move him in my mouth with soft lips, pushing him

around as his cock pulses at my touch. Slowly, as I continue to maneuver him

from cheek to cheek, his cock grows, pumping with arousal. I can’t see how thick he’s getting, but I can feel his cock want to take over my mouth. Huge and swelling, I can no longer move him around easily. I can finally inhale him, though, sticking his hard shaft down my throat. I suck his cock from head to base, pushing him down to the back of my throat and fully embracing his musky taste as my tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft. It’s not just sucking Daddy’s cock that gets to me. It’s the whole enterprise. It’s being paid to do it, it’s sucking a man at his comfort and my discomfort, it’s having come here at his whim-to his room-having dropped to my knees for the right price.

There’s a part of me that worries I would’ve gone down on Daddy for much less. I need to be careful my lust doesn’t turn me into a cheap whore!

I moan with each pull-up on his cock, my throat clearing to express my pleasure. I slurp and suck, wrapping my lips tightly around his dick, drinking

Daddy in and devouring his taste.

I know my wishes won’t be met.

I know I’m obligated to fulfill a man’s every desire.

But this only makes me more fervent in my actions. I want to be his whore. I want to be the girl who submits and works only for his pleasure.

Mine comes secondary, which is incredibly sexy to me.

Of course, my pleasure comes anyway, once I’m caught up in my mind games.

My pussy gets wet, and I have to stop myself from reaching down and touching it, from showing too much arousal. This is practice. I can’t seem desperate; otherwise, why pay a slut if she’ll just give it away? I beat Daddy off as I look into his eyes, admiring the lust forming in him. “You like it when I stroke you, Daddy?”

I think I’m starting to like saying Daddy, too. It might be part of my new business plan.

“I love it.”

“You want to come down my throat, Daddy?”

He shakes his head, “No, no, you’re right. I don’t need to bust a nut just yet.”

I’m feeling it. The nasty girl inside me escaped, lusting at the thought of selling myself. “What else do you want to do to me, Daddy?” Daddy stands up and lifts me to my feet, spinning me and dropping me down onto the couch. “Let Daddy see those nipples,” he says, kicking his pants completely off.

I raise my hands to cover my chest, shaking my head. “Nng, nng. Daddy hasn’t paid me yet.”

“You’re getting greedy now, girl.”

“Hmm,” I ponder, sitting up on the couch. “Maybe I can show you a little. Just for you.”

I reach one hand to the opposite strap, slowly lowering it and watching Daddy’s eyes as I do. He’s transfixed, obsessed with my body. The shiver down my spine doesn’t slow me, instead helping me reach my other hand to the other side, lowering the second strap down my arm.

I remove them, and slowly lower my cups, exposing my smallish breasts for Daddy to fawn over.

“Babygirl, that’s what I like.”

“You want to suck on them, don’t you, Daddy?”

He nods, and I extend my hand to the dresser, pointing him to my object of desire. “Fifty dollars, Daddy. Right with my other money.”

He looks to the dresser, and then back to me, smiling. “I like that you’re making me put it down for you.” He slaps the money on the dresser. He returns, dropping down in front of me and hungrily inserting a nipple into his mouth. The pleasure is immediate, the moisture of his saliva drawing my nipple out in a slippery mess. His lips lock on me, and the groans from

Daddy as he tastes me in return carnal. He loves my body just as much as

I do his.

He sucks on me, alternating nipples, too ravenous to focus on a single one. His lips mold back and forth, massaging me as he drinks from my flesh, sipping as if pulling liquid from my tits. The warmth is intense, adding to the ache of my cunt as it seethes beneath my dress.

It wants so badly to come out, but it needs to know its time.

I slide my fingers through Daddy’s hair, mussing it as he presses his face into my tits, crushing them against my body. His tongue flicks over my nipple, batting it as he nips the flesh occasionally, wanting so badly to just eat me up. But all he can do is nibble, his libido raging in a blazing wildfire. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy? I think I could use a big dick right now.”

He stands, reaching down for his pants and pulling the wad from his pocket.

“Can you afford it?” I smirk.

He laughs. “How much, Babygirl?”

“A thousand.”

He scoffs. “That’s more than we settled on before.”

I stand up in front of him and slowly lower my dress, letting it hit the floor. I pull down my panties, which are soaked completely through. I’m naked before they even leave my pussy, having become see-through from my wetness.

But I don’t want to leave anything to the imagination.

They hit the floor as well. And when I sit back down, I spread my legs for Daddy to see everything: my perfectly manicured pussy, the arousal that’s been spreading since the moment I walked in, the pink flesh as my legs open up wide enough to open my lips as well.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer.”

He bites his lip, shaking his head. “That’s a rough way to tempt a man.”

He swallows, his eyes glued to my pussy. The thoughts ricochet around in his skull, but how much that matters is tough to say because the moment Daddy sees my pussy, I can see his dick throb with excitement. He’s already rock-hard. At this point, there’s probably no price he won’t pay.

Finally, he nods to himself, removing money from the wad and slapping it onto the dresser.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s a good choice, Daddy. My pussy’s so wet for you right now.”

I sit up a little more in the chair as he approaches, but he lifts me to my feet instead. Wrapping a strong arm under one of my knees, Daddy lifts it up to his side, keeping it set just above his hips. My arms go around his shoulders to offer me support.

“Daddy, you dirty man.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. I want to take that ass next, Babygirl.” A flush hits me, and I can’t help but smile. This is exactly what I want: a man so consumed by lust, he’ll do everything to totally own me. He wants every hole, and he’ll pay to complete the package.

But, oh, the ultimate form of submission! What I would give to sell my ass.

But this is practice after all, and Daddy needs to pay just like everyone else. Nothing comes free or easy.

“Daddy, you can’t afford that.”