His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY SPOILS ME ROTTEN

It had been three weeks since I turned 18, but all I could think about was fucking. Since I started liking boys, my stepdad had become the hottest man alive. It’s a shame Mommy doesn’t know what she has. She cheated and left him for an old rich man two years ago, leaving Thomas and I alone.

Yes, that’s right. Her new husband didn’t want any children, and my mother figured I could manage where I was, as long as she sent a check every so often.

Couldn’t get in the way of her rich and famous lifestyle now, could I? She promised to call and keep in touch. And she did. But the damage was pretty much done with her and Thomas. He wanted nothing to do with her, seeing as she crushed his heart.

With my biological father out of the picture, there was no way I could survive on my own. All I really had was my mother. And Thomas.

So we Thomas and I struck a deal.

I remain a virgin, focused on education and good grades, and he would be my legal guardian and protector. It was he and I against the world.

And so far, so good.

As promised, again, here I was at 18. I was barely legal, and still a virgin. Yes, I promised Thomas school would come first and boys wouldn’t distract me. Little did he know part of the reason that was so easy was because I wanted him to be my first and I’d act on my desires this weekend.

It was a 3-day weekend, so we had plenty of time together. Thomas had even gotten off several hours earlier than I’d expected. I didn’t know until I’d heard the door unlock as I was getting out of the shower.

It surprised me to see him home so early. I stumbled on my words when I confronted him. “Hey Thomas!” I squealed. Giving him a hug, I asked.

“Why are you home so early?”

“Hey, Babygirl.” He kissed me on the forehead, as he always does. He smelled of Cartier cologne and musk. “I decided to cut out of the office early.

Why would I want to be there when I can spend time at home?” “You’re right,” I agreed. “We haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together, so now we can catch up.”

“I like that idea.” I nodded my head. We shared mild conversation as we foraged for food in the fridge.

Thomas spoke about a few annoying coworkers at his job, including a lady named Millie. She was slightly older than Thomas, who was 45. She always seemed to offer him lunch, especially once she discovered he was divorced. (He never accepts.)

“Why don’t you give her a chance?” I teased. “She could be the one.”

Thomas snorted. “Yeah, right. She’s not my type.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s nearly 50. She’s always talking about wanting children can you still have kids at that age?”

“Yes.” I interjected. My aunt was 49 and just had a baby. Thomas stuck his tongue out at me. “I was being rhetorical.” He continued his explanation. Generally speaking, he wasn’t interested in coworkers, especially when they were several years older than him, and had brassy red hair and a penchant for loafers.

“I’m not really dating anyway,” he added. I saw the look in his eyes, sadness, which he attempted to mask with dismissive humor. I felt sorry for him. He was a great guy and very handsome. He was tall, about 6’3″, and in pretty good shape for his age. He went to the gym regularly, and he still had most of his wavy brown hair. He also had a generous, kind smile and friendly disposition.

Women loved him, but due to the pain of what he’d gone through with mom, he had no interest in getting hurt again. I could tell, and it hurt me to see. I wish there were something I could do to help him.

Actually, I knew what I could do. I just needed him to let me do it. “Well, Daddy, don’t you think it’s time you opened up your heart to try again?” I asked. “I’m 18. It’s not like you need someone who will provide a strong role model for me. And I know you have me, but don’t you want kids of your own?”

“I have you, and that’s all I need.”

After dinner Chicago style pizza and breadsticks Thomas and I were

watching TV on the couch. There was an unremarkable movie on Cinemax.

I don’t remember what the context was, but there was a casual sex scene. Usually, girls become uncomfortable when these types of scenes come on, especially when they’re watching with their stepdad sitting next to them.

I, on the other hand, was turned on.

Sexual tension filled the room as the actors started having sex. My pussy tingled, and I knew it was getting wet, and my nipples were getting soooo hard.

Next to me, Thomas stiffened. His breath retracted and everything. I had a feeling he didn’t know what to do.

“What’s wrong, Daddy? You okay?” I asked, applying the most seductive, sexy, and innocent little girl voice I had. I wanted to arouse him,

because even though I had asked, I already knew why he was uncomfortable.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Even though he thought sitting next to me watching this movie was wrong, his cock stuck out through his pants.

It looked delectable from my peripheral vision.

He gulped, almost inaudibly. “What movie are we watching?” His voice held a sense of shock that he attempted to disguise as disgust. He did his best -even though it was weak-to behave as if he were completely mortified

and in disapproval. “Doesn’t this kind of film seem kind of inappropriate for us to watch?”

“Hmmmm.” I shrugged, pretending to consider his thoughts for a moment. His perspective would have been valid if I hadn’t wanted him to get turned on in the first place. He wasn’t my real Daddy, so there honestly wasn’t anything for me to feel ashamed or turned off by.

“You know what? I think this movie’s just fine. It’s just perfect for the moment.” I slid my hand over to rub his cock, hard and alert through his crotch pants. Internally, I moaned at how turned on he was at the moment. This meant the high level of sexual attraction he felt would sway him to see things my way.

He froze in place, his eyes glued to my hand as I softly caressed his hard shaft through the fabric.

Daddy’s lounge pants were deep red with a green and blue plaid print.

They were cute and comfy looking, but they needed to go. I wanted to take advantage of his erection, so I fished his cock out and sunk my lips over it. Thomas gasped with shock. I’m sure he never believed he’d ever feel my sweet 18 year old lips suck his cock into my mouth. He did his best to suppress audible gasps of pleasure but that didn’t deter me. I knew the fact that he didn’t fight meant that he enjoyed it as much as I wanted him to-if not more than I’d anticipated.

“Daddy, I have a secret. I’ve never sucked cock before,” I mewled.

“Yours is the first I’ve ever tasted, and I think I like it a lot.” His cock, with it’s nice thick shaft, jerked at my confession. You wouldn’t believe how wet my pussy was! To see how much I’d affected him was such a turn-on, especially because I’d been dreaming about this moment

from the time I first started watching movies on PornHub.

I ran my lips and tongue up his meaty shaft, allowing myself to continue indulging in the moment as Daddy let my words sink in. I created a rhythm that worked for me, and Daddy groaned, throwing his head back as he fell under my spell.

“Babygirl. We can’t-” He tried to protest that I was being bad. That this was wrong. But he couldn’t. I’d cut off his ability to think straight by shoving his dick even deeper down my throat.

It’s like pushing down on his cock stifled the words right out of his throat, a freeze frame holding of his slung open, paralyzed in disbelief as his stepdaughter inhaled him thoroughly.

He was going to be mine by any means necessary, and there was no turning back now.

“I licked it so it’s mine.” I teased, in my innocent sex kitten voice.

“Don’t fight it, Daddy.”

“Fuck Babygirl,” Daddy moaned. He’d started to lower his resistance.

“Fuck.”