His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY REMOTE CONTROLS MY BODY!

I wait with bated breath in the living room, sitting on the couch with my

knees tucked under my large sweater. My stepfather’s so close to finishing his project.

“Today,” he said, “I’m going to change your life, girl.”

All I could do was blush at the time, but now I’m incredibly excited and apprehensive. By Daddy’s account, what his new machine can do, makes me think I’m no longer going to be myself.

Which, like I said, is exciting and scary at the same time.

I like myself, I do. But I have to say my greatest weakness is my modesty. It’s paralyzing to the point where I can’t enjoy myself in… sexy situations…

Oh god, I can feel my face burn just thinking about it! I’m in my own head for cripes, but this judge is wandering my brain, pointing out every naughty thought I have and telling me no good girl would ever participate in something like that.

I just want to tell him to shut the heck up, but this conscience has too powerful of a hold on me.

And when Daddy came onto me… I liked it so much! I liked how his hands felt on my skin, the way his lips pressed against mine, and the texture of his hair when I ran my hands through it. His presence is so utterly comfortable, it’s like nothing I could ever experience in my life could be anything close to it.

And all I wanted was to take a step further with him, really bond, really meld into one, our bodies joined as Daddy…

It’s hard to even say the word. It’s too rough. I think it’s more decent to say ‘makes love to me’. Daddy makes love to me…

Even that simple statement seems so wholly naughty. The taboo feeling of wanting to be with my Daddy has this hold on me that freezes every attempt to be with him.

Like last time-or the few times he tried before that-when things got hot and heavy, and Daddy’s hand began to wander my flesh, my instincts kicked in and I shot to his hand to stop him from breaking the band to my panties.

I wanted it so bad but my modesty wouldn’t let me pursue my desires!

It’s so maddening. I feel like an idiot who can’t even do what she wants.

I want Daddy. I want him inside-

“Ugh.” I groan, throwing my head under my sweater, hiding from my indecency. I’m so naive and weak, I can’t even say my naughty thoughts out loud!

I know it has to do with my upbringing, and with the culture around me. I don’t know why, but I took it to heart when Grandma took me to church when

I was five and sold it hard to me how devilish sex was and how any good girl would avoid it to save her virtue.

It stuck with me. Like, ground into my very being. All I ever wanted to be was a good girl growing up, and if being one meant I had to abstain from sex, then I’d do it in a second.

But being a good girl means being a good stepdaughter, and if Daddy says he wants my body, who am I to deny him? I shouldn’t… or at least, I wish I couldn’t. But it’d been beaten into me by my standards for so long that it corrupted my understanding of what it meant to be with someone. To love them and let them have their way with me.

It was the ultimate sacrifice of the stepdaughter. But all these stupid inhibitions have made it all but impossible.

And when Daddy pulled his… you know what out, to show me, you know, I felt this amazing pang of hunger and lust. I wanted to touch him, the way it bobbed in his hand as he stroked it, the way the veins popped out as he strained against all his girth.

Even that image in front of me-all that dirty desire welling up instantly -couldn’t get me to overcome my hesitations. I told Daddy I wanted to be with him, but that I didn’t know if I could ever figure out how to see things differently.

At first, he understood. Daddy always understood me. He knows how hard I am on myself, and all he wants is for me to be happy.

And for himself to be happy. So he came to the conclusion he needed to create a device-he’s a neural engineer-that would help me overthrow, if not eradicate, my mistrust. If he could divert my brainwaves, he said, they could bypass the area of my mind where everything comes to a screeching halt.

It sounded magical, too good to be true, but Daddy said he’d break time and space to be with me. And he’d pour his heart into capturing mine. Today is months after he said that, and Daddy, through tireless effort, has assured me he’s built the perfect device to help me realize my potential. “You ready, Babygirl?” he asks, pushing his glasses up as he peers around the corner from the basement, where his lab is.

I nod, swallowing my nerves silently.

He comes into the living room, holding in both hands a small device.

“This,” he says, “will help Daddy fuck his little girl.”

My face goes crimson. “Daddy!” I cry out, completely embarrassed by his words.

He laughs. “Sorry, baby. I just like to see how uncomfortable it makes you. Even if it’s frustrating, it’s so cute.”

I look at him, my face always slow to release the blood flow from my cheeks. “You’re so naughty, Daddy.”

He gestures to the device. “Soon, we can both be naughty together.” “So what is it?” I ask, bringing my legs out from my large sweater.

Daddy’s eyes follow my bare legs as they touch the floor, admiring my flesh.

I smile, enjoying how much Daddy lusts for me, and how much effort he put into making sure he could do more than just look.

“It kind of looks like a TV remote, right? Well, I’m thinking of calling it a neuron skipper, since the primary function is to reprogram the brain to find new pathways to relay information.”

Reprogram? It’s kind of weird, but if you think about it, my brain was programmed incorrectly when I was younger anyway, so I can’t see any harm in trying to undo the previous damage to my mental well-being. Daddy stands over me on the couch, kneeling next to me. His finger travels under my sweater, pressing firmly against my panties. “So when Daddy is touching his little girl’s pussy, she can forget all about the negative feelings flooding her thoughts.”

The feelings inside me are utterly chaotic, lust and fear cycling me as

Daddy’s light touch drives my libido and sparks the flight aspect of ‘fight or flight’. Daddy pulls away, knowing his touch would upset my brain, ensuring he doesn’t make me too uncomfortable.

That’s why I love Daddy. Even though I know he’s impatient with my childish naivete, he’s careful to take it very slow with me.

Until now.

“Using some of your DNA I gathered from your blood samples, I mapped the control to your specific framework. So when these buttons are pressed, they react specifically to your neural cortex.”

“How do you know it works?”

Daddy chuckles. “Uh, I’ve been secretly testing it on you.”

“What?!”

“Like breakfast yesterday, I found the rewind button worked a little while ago, which caused you to forget what had happened the previous five minutes. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I also needed to push some boundaries with you without making you uncomfortable.” My mouth hangs open, having no idea Daddy was using me like his guinea pig. The thoughts of what Daddy might have been doing to me while my memory was erased are… I was going to say frightening, but I think it’s far more erotic instead!Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He adjusts his glasses. “This gave me a chance to test things out on you, re-calibrate so the controls influenced only certain aspects of your mind. Not everything, and not anything too important. Here,” he says, turning the remote toward me, “this is my favorite button. You get the first press to change your behavior, to start our life together.”

I swallow. Start our life together? That sounds amazing, like the last line of a romance novel. Even though the device seems intimidating, I’m more than courageous enough to take the chance to be with Daddy.

The button he gestures to as his favorite says, “Power on.”

“Power on?” I ask. “What gets powered on?”

He smirks. “Something you’ll like… a lot, Babygirl. Go ahead, press it for Daddy.”

I push the button, and after two beeps, the device thrums.