His Nasty Little Pussy

At first, I couldn’t understand why Daddy would pick a closet so small for us to be in. He has his giant walk-in, which even has a comfortable seat to

let you relax your feet. So many options really, and none of them required us to contend with a few guest coats that couldn’t fit downstairs in the main closet.

But when his arm brings me close to him-and the way the heat of his body’s already warmed the small area up-I understand immediately why he did it.

It’s confined, intimate, pushing us together in the tiny space. There’s barely enough space for both of us to move around, so it leaves us forced to move as one.

And I have a feeling Daddy picked this closet because it has the appeal of danger. If he chose his closet, no one would’ve ventured into his bedroom without permission. No one could’ve possibly stumbled upon us.

We would’ve been safe; we would’ve been comfortable. But here? Where we’re only inches away from view, where a tiny, flimsy, slatted door keeps us private? Where does anyone who needs the second bathroom upstairs pass by us? Where anyone tired of this party and wants to leave early, whose coat is in this closet, would only have to come up here, open the door, and expose our secret?NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Daddy’s a devious man. He knows I’m not at risk at all. The only person whose reputation is on the line is his. Because he couldn’t keep it in his pants while all his coworkers were around. Because he couldn’t keep it in his pants with his stepdaughter!

The way Daddy would take this chance just to fuck his little girl is wholly erotic!

So when he leans in to kiss me, my body’s already pliant, and I can do nothing but sink into his arms. His lips are soft and his body hot, to the point where I can already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I wrap my

arms around his bulky shoulders, drawing myself close to him as he pulls my body in at the same time.

His fingers run light under my shirt, caressing my skin as our bodies

meld into one. The sound of the party outside is muffled against the passion sizzling in the small closet. It’s like Daddy has such a magnetism about him it makes everything else seem so far away.

I don’t worry one bit whether someone discovers us or not. All I can concentrate on is Daddy’s piercing eyes giving me that little wink of lust he always does. It’s a signal that tells me just how much Daddy wants me, like a little nudge to quiet my hesitations and make me just give in. “Daddy,” I swallow, speaking up even though every molecule in my being wants me to shut up. One of us has to be logical. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Daddy smirks, his right hand unbuttoning my shorts before slipping underneath the waistband and pushing a finger into my slit.

My back arches as Daddy explores my already wet pussy.

“Be quiet, little lady,” Daddy whispers.

I stare into Daddy’s eyes, my mouth hanging open as Daddy slowly rubs his finger through my slit. It’s only one digit, but it feels incredibly thick, pushing my lips wide open as he grinds my pink flesh.

My fingers dig into his hair, stroking his scalp as he strokes me, my body begging for more. His knuckle presses into my clit, sending a pulse of energy straight through my cunt. It causes my butt to buck as my body’s already halfway to the explosion.

The power of anticipation can not be understated!

“I like that, Daddy,” I hiss through my teeth.

He smiles. “I know you do, girl. That’s why you let Daddy do it.” I groan. I love when Daddy talks to me like that as if this were all my idea. But I’m not the dirty pervert here. Daddy is! I’m just a willing, complicit participant.

When his finger curls into my pussy, the fire starts, the burning sensation of sensitivity that floods my loins. I lean in and kiss Daddy, consumed by lust as I embrace him hard. I hold his body harder with every new stroke of Daddy’s hand, feeling myself grip him as if I were going to explode if I let go.

The sensation is so powerful, that I want to scream.

But I have enough sense to keep it bottled up so I don’t alert every business partner to Daddy’s lascivious desire. God, the looks on their faces if they opened this closet and found Daddy’s hand deep in my shorts?

It’d be horrifying, but the most frightening thing is, I don’t know if Daddy would stop. When his lust is boiling over, Daddy seems like a man on

a mission. I think he’d take me right then and there without a care in the world.

I love how that thought makes me feel! I just want Daddy so fucking bad at this moment.

I lower myself to my knees, a task difficult in the closet. Daddy stands up against the wall so I can have as much room as I need as I undo his pants.

Pulling them down only a little, I get them and his boxers to his thighs, releasing the beautiful, semi-engorged cock waiting for me. I have to lower my head and flick my tongue upward to drag his cock into my mouth. The musky meat hits my tongue, and the arousal between my

legs only carry over, causing me to squeeze my thighs and transmit fluid to them aescapinglips.

My motions are slow, my head moving in and taking Daddy delicately, enjoying the gradual increase of thickness in his cock. I can feel it beat, and when it does, it gets the tiniest bit thicker, growing inside my mouth. I love that feeling. I love taking Daddy when he’s soft and making him hard. It’s like my little achievement, his hard cock my reward for being a good little girl.

“Oh fuck,” Daddy groans through gritted teeth, keeping his voice low,

“God, that’s good.”