His Nasty Little Pussy

Daddy’s cock throbs as he speaks, his arousal building in bursts as he acknowledges it, as moans in satisfaction.

I can see a shadow of someone walking past the door, but we’re not making anywhere near enough noise to be heard over the party. They may not hear us, but a surge of excitement wells in me, and I feel a spike in the buzz of arousal, a numbing sensation that causes my jaw to lose feeling for a brief moment. A numbness that fades gently and forms into something tantalizing, a new appreciation of the sensations happening to my body.

I engulf Daddy, pleasuring his cock as he finally reaches full strength. Daddy lays back against the closet wall as his little girl sucks his cock, his fingers softly floating through my long hair. He caresses me, and I can feel each pulse of excitement through him because it’s followed by his fingers digging a little harder into my scalp, an overwhelming pleasure that makes

Daddy is more and more aggressive.

Whenever Daddy gets turned on, his behavior becomes more forceful, like sexual excitement turns him into something far more primitive. Daddy always starts as this caring, protective watcher, but the more I turn him on, the harder I get his cock going, the more those instincts transform into something possessive.

His fingers grip my hair harder, grabbing a wad of it as Daddy’s head rolls back. This only makes me suck him faster, my head taking him in while my hand strokes what’s left. The more I work on his dick, the more excited we both get, until I know Daddy can’t control himself and just needs to fuck me.

How’s Daddy going to respond now when there are all these people just outside?ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He’s not the only one that can tease…

My tongue strokes the underside of his shaft, removing his cock from my mouth and lapping at the tip of his head. When that salty precum tempts my taste buds, I feel the urge to swallow Daddy whole. I want to drink him like a hungry little piggy because there’s nothing more satisfying than consuming the stepfather I love. His taste, his cream, it’s all so rewarding, gulping him the relaxing antithesis to the roughness of his cock inside my pussy.

It would even be the right thing to do, what with the party in full swing around us. If I drain him, it’ll be quiet and fast, and we’ll be set to reenter the civilized party with little mess to hide.

But Daddy doesn’t see it that way, and if I’m going to tease Daddy’s cock, then I’m going to be subjected to his desires. It’s the animal in him trying to control me. I think he can tell I want to finish him off quickly, and he’s having none of it.

He pulls me to my feet, turning me to the back wall of the closet as he gets behind me. Blocking the door, Daddy’s shadow looms over me as it partially blocks the slatted light pouring in. His figure places my hands against the wall as he reaches down and slips my shorts down my body. He pulls them just below my ass, keeping them within a hand’s distance just in case he needs to pull them up and cover me again.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

I can only see Daddy’s grimace as he looks me in the eye, his gaze not turning away as he manipulates his cock to my sheath. The way his eyes pierce me as his cock does the same makes me moan loudly. Daddy’s first thrust is so intoxicating, the heat pain, and pleasure are too much to bear to keep my mouth shut. I just can’t help it. I need to let Daddy know just how good he feels inside me!

We both bask in the fullness that Daddy’s cock takes hold in my pussy.

The pressure, the warmth, we both stay motionless as we shift together.

Daddy’s cock bulges inside me, and I can feel the tiny movements as my pussy clutches him tight.

I brace myself, knowing I’ll have to keep my voice down as Daddy begins his fucking.

Daddy pulls back slowly, dragging along my walls a furious sensitivity, one amplified by the anticipation of what a cock leaving my pussy means…

It means it needs to slide right back to fuck me!

So when it does-when Daddy pushes his dick casually back into my cunt-the anticipation morphs into a deep groan. I’m so turned on, it’s so difficult to keep from vocalizing it!

“Oh god, Daddy!” I whisper slash grunt, leaning harder into the back wall to support my agonizing body.

For the first few thrusts, Daddy’s slow and meticulous, letting my pussy adjust to the intensity of his cock. But it doesn’t seem to help much, because I can’t stop from absorbing each thrust and turning it into loud satisfaction. Daddy’s dick is just too long and thick to keep his little girl from loving every inch of it!

And when Daddy’s thrusts pick up, I have to fight my voice, closing my

throat and stopping my breathing, to silence just how badly I want to cry out.

His fingers clutch my hips, and with swift, hard, but somehow silent stabs of his cock, Daddy fucks me in the tiny, heated box. Our movements cause the wall to shake and the coats to swing on their hangars, the soft fabric swinging back and forth into me as Daddy pounds my pussy.

“Mmmmm,” Daddy grunts, slamming his hips into mine. His thrusts are short and brutal, probably pulling his cock only halfway out before driving it into me hard, the vicious sound of our bodies colliding deafening in the small closet.

“Oh, give Daddy those titties, baby.” His hands slide up my torso before lifting my cups and squeezing my tits. He uses them as handles as he savagely fucks me, fingers digging into my flesh, using short propulsive motions to angrily crush my pussy. It’s like the idea of getting caught only makes Daddy all the more energetic.

It’s like if we were found, Daddy’s mean thrusts are all the excuse he’d need to tell everyone how much I deserved it. I deserved to get fucked because I’m a dirty little slut, that’s what his thrusts would say. He wants his animalistic grunts and thrusts to convey the message so he wouldn’t have to say a word.

But I gasp, and Daddy seizes up, the second a familiar voice calls out

from mere feet away.

“Joe?” Daddy’s VP calls out. “Are you up here?”