His Nasty Little Pussy

I buck my hips out slightly, pushing them toward Daddy. I can’t reach far, but I’m able to brush my cheeks against Daddy’s hard thigh. The feeling is strong through the light fabric of my leotard, and I surreptitiously arch

my back, enjoying feeling Daddy without letting him know how hard I’m trying to do it.

Or, at least, my delusional brain makes me think I’m being sneaky about it.

Daddy certainly notices my ass rubbing against him. How couldn’t he? He has feeling in his leg, doesn’t he? His fingers slow down on my leg, an aura of uncertainty palpable.

But I’m too long gone to feel my normal hesitations. This feeling, today, is something I can’t control. All those dreams have been leading up to this moment, and I feel an urge-no, a need-to have Daddy all to myself. I lower my leg slowly, turning around against the bar. I lean back into it, gripping it behind me with both hands. I lick my lips. “Daddy,” I say, our eyes locking as I crane my head up to him, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

“Oh,” he says, his eyebrows cautiously rising, “how so?”

“Well, in my dreams, we practice my ballet…”

He chuckles. “Not surprising. We’ve been at this for so long.”

“But then,” I say, ignoring him as I let my thoughts wander down their dark alleyways, “we start to have lunch together.” My hand picks up from the bar and I awkwardly caress his thick arm, feeling the tension in his triceps beneath. “And we start fooling around, and kissing.”

His lips pinch and his eyebrows lower to give his eyes a more piercing quality.

“And it gets me really excited. So excited. I never want it to stop, and

I’ve dreamed about it for a straight week.”

“Babygirl…”

“But we never get too far. Every time you’re about to take your pants off, my brain panics, and I never get to see anything beyond that.”

Daddy’s eyes search me, and I feel an intense nervousness fall on me. Why did I do that? Why did I make this so awkward? Why couldn’t I just keep my nasty thoughts to myself? Did I just screw up our relationship? But Daddy doesn’t say anything, only looking deeper into my terrorsaturated eyes.

“What if your brain couldn’t stop it?” he asks.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

My breath catches in my throat. “What do you mean?”

He lowers his hand to his button, unlatching it and unzipping his pants. He lets them fall to his knees, his bulge in his boxers attracting my attention immediately. It’s huge, seemingly crammed into his underwear.

He stands there for a moment as I take him in, my heart racing in an unsteady rhythm. He watches my actions, as if he’s wondering if I’m going to run away. But the only thing I want is to see what Daddy’s kept hidden from me for so long.

I told him my secret, now I want to see his.

When he realizes I’m not going to scream or run away, Daddy slowly hooks his fingers through his waistband and lowers his underwear down to his thighs. Out falls this amazing slab of meat, hanging loosely between Daddy’s legs. It’s thick, almost the size of my tiny wrist, and it looks incredibly long, even for being completely soft.

“Are you happy now that you get to see it?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod. “Yes, Daddy. Your dick looks really good.”

Unconsciously, I step forward off the bar and drop to my knees, my desires guiding me without any rational thought. I look up at Daddy, who’s eyes are gazing down at me with flinching curiosity. He’s still wondering just what I’m willing to do.

“Is it okay if I touch it, Daddy?”

He licks his lip. “Go ahead, Babygirl.”

Heat rushes me at his permission, and my eyes turn to the beast in front of me. His thick cock pulses when I slip my hand around the shaft, feeding him his thickening agent. He grows at the smallest touch! I lift his shaft and notice just how much heft he’s packing as I feel the weight travel down my arm.

I grip and stroke him lightly, getting a sense of what his cock is capable of. It feels awesome, thick and spongy, but as it hardens, dominant and commanding. It feels flexible yet solid, just like Daddy’s been training me to be!

I pop the head into my mouth and am inundated with a powerful, musky flavor. It tastes just like Daddy smells, and an overwhelming sensation hits the mound just above my pussy. I burn just from his taste, and the more I suck on his tip, the more my body signals to me how badly I want him. And the harder he gets! It takes only a minute or so before Daddy’s cock is fully engorged, his girth expanding to its maximum capacity. It’s a struggle to get my mouth around his shaft but a struggle I gladly accept. I inhale him, going down deeper and deeper on his dick as I adjust to him gradually. I’m only halfway down his length before his dick is already hitting the back of my throat.

“Oh.” Daddy groans, his fingers lightly massaging my scalp. “That feels good, Babygirl.”

“You like it, Daddy?” I ask, glancing up at his rolled back eyes.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I push down on him again, swallowing him whole. This time, though, droplets of precum escape his tip, dripping down onto my tongue. The salty taste is divine and I drink it all. I can’t believe I’m finally able to fulfill my dreams, pulling the arousal straight from Daddy’s urethra.

My fingers wrap tightly around the base as I stroke him in rhythm with my mouth, sucking and tugging with emphatic delivery, stretching my jaw to the limit as I greedily take in as much as I can. I suck on Daddy so fervently, intent on making him realize how much I want to repay him. And that’s when it hits me: I want to repay Daddy for putting so much into my life, for taking care of me like his little princess. I’ve always felt like his special little girl, but lately, I’ve felt like the most special girl in the whole world! He’s made me feel so important, and it’s only fair I make him feel really good in turn.

I can’t just suck on him. I need to give him more than that.

I stand up backing away from him slowly until my butt bumps into the barre. I turn around, biting my lip and giving him a seductive glance, letting him know I want him more than ever. I grip the barre and stick my butt out, my leotard pulling tight and digging in between my ass cheeks.

“Daddy,” I ask, “don’t you want to put it in me?”

“Is that what you want, Babygirl?” he asks, stroking his cock as he watches me shake my ass. I nod. “I want whatever will make Daddy happy.”

He kicks his pants off and steps up behind me, his fingernails raking up

the back of my thighs. The shudder of excitement runs through me and I lean forward, offering Daddy more of my rear end.

Daddy lowers himself behind me, parts my leotard to the side, and stick his tongue into my cunt.

The warmth and softness overwhelms me, and I immediately let out a gasp followed by a moan. His tongue runs vertical through my slit, and the more he pushes in with his tongue, the more my upper body leans forward, until I’m nearly bending horizontal at the waist.

Daddy holds my cheeks wide as he licks from clit to asshole, stimulating the bundle of nerves before making his way through my slick entrance all the way to my tight backdoor. He dances over it, each flick of his tongue loosening me, piercing me with the occasional adventurous prod, splitting

me open to taste me deep inside.

“Daddy, oh, Daddy! Your tongue is so warm.”

He growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. Lowering himself again, he takes my lower lips in his mouth, sucking on them, massaging them between his lips. His tongue laps my clit, his mouth circling the nub with frantic pulls

as he sucks my little button into his mouth. Fast pulses of his mouth stuns me, arching my back as the pleasure floods up my spine, paralyzing me to Daddy’s feverish mouth fucking.