His Nasty Little Pussy

For a second, I think nothing happens, but then my eyes close and my mouth goes wide as a warmth washes over me. This hunger, relaxation, or satisfaction-I’m not sure how to describe it-flushes me. When I open my eyes to look at Daddy, I feel this insatiable urge to jump on him, to tear his clothes off, to kiss him all over, to see his cock nice and close so I can get a hold of it and never let go.

He smirks. “That one turns on your libido. Do you feel it?”

I nod, biting my lip, restraining myself from melting into a freakish blob of horny hormones. The fact that I can still restrain myself, though, has me bothered.

I swallow, dryness clinging to my throat. “I don’t know if that’s enough,

Daddy. I was turned on by you in the first place.”

“But that,” he says, turning the remote back to him, “combined with this.” He presses a button. “Should make it a lot easier to do things you’ve never done before.”

Another thrum, and this time, my mind blows clear in a shocking burst of energy. It’s like every negative thought I ever had never existed, lost to some power I can’t understand.

“This one reroutes past the point of inhibition. It can be kind of

dangerous, so we need to be careful with it, but it prevents you from feeling bad about anything.”

“Daddy, that sounds like it can be bad. Will I hurt someone?” “It’s got a fail-safe, so you won’t fly off the handle and lose it all. And you won’t feel those negative feelings, but you’ll still hesitate simply by muscle memory. So we have to help you get around that.”

“How?”

“By doing what Daddy wants you to do.”

Daddy stands up from the couch and takes a step back, sitting in the sofa chair across from me. He presses a button before saying, “Now be a good little girl and take care of your Daddy.”

I knew the device had some more functions to it, what with all the buttons on the controller. It’s not like Daddy would ever design something with a bunch of superfluous nonsense.

An incredible surge hits me, and a desire to touch myself overwhelms my senses. It’s not like mind control, but it feels like heavy suggestion. I lean back against the couch cushions, that warmth from before flowing through me. From head to thighs, I follow the course of the wave through my body. My hands curve around my neck, a sensuous heat slipping down my torso. My hands flow over my sweater, over my breasts, reaching to my thighs. My hands caress my flesh, the sensation aching and powerful, a desire driven into me by my touch!

“That’s my girl,” Daddy says, watching me intently. “Show Daddy what you can do.”

My fingers curl inward, stroking my sensitive inner thighs, before pressing up against my panties.

Oh my god! I’m already wet, my panties damp to the touch. And my fingers won’t quit, pushing against the fabric, pushing it into my slit. It’s like fire, my lips and pink flesh inflamed by my libido.

I’ve never really touched myself before, a squicky feeling keeping me from exploring my own body. So many frustrations and negative responses would cloud my mind and make it all feel so inappropriate, to the point where

I’d be forced to stop because it didn’t feel good.

But now? With no inhibitions blocking my desires? The fire building in

my pussy-I said pussy!-is intense and all-consuming. It feels so marvelous, like the release of years of built-up pressure and bodily oppression.

“Daddy,” I coo, “it feels so good.”

“I know, Babygirl. Daddy likes to see you so happy.” He leans forward, the controller resting softly in his hands as he studies my body. “You want to show Daddy your titties?”

I’d expect myself to blush, to say no, to hate the words coming out of his mouth. I’d shrink and hide, and if Daddy pushed me too much before, I’d run from the severity of his demands.

But I nod instead, almost without thought, biting my lip at the excitement flooding me from Daddy’s words. The smoldering in his eyes makes everything feel all right, and when I reach for the hem of my sweater, it comes off like it was the easiest decision I ever made.

The shock to my system is exhilarating. It’s not that my tits are exposed to Daddy, it’s that I want Daddy to see me in full nudity! I want him to lust after my body, to lose control, to take me in the most brutal way imaginable.

I spread my legs open wide, a move I never would have made before because I would’ve thought it obscene. My tendons strain as my legs go to my sides, and my pussy quivers when I push my hand against my panties.

“Daddy, don’t you want to fuck me?”

Daddy licks his lips before pushing another button. “I want to see my baby come for her Daddy. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, my body jolting as the signals from Daddy’s device command me to do something new.

My touch is no longer light, my libido charging even faster as I push hard into my slit, the pressure intense as I stroke my flesh. It’s no longer enough. I need to feel it in the open, to touch my pussy for the first time in my life.

I pull my panties off, sliding them up my lifted legs, before dropping them on the floor and spreading myself wide open for Daddy.

My fingers touch my pussy and I groan loudly, “Oh fuck, Daddy!” It’s so potent. The electricity sparks as I drop the breaker on my body, lighting up my entire cunt with a single touch. It’s like heaven, the smallest touch the most redeeming thing I’ve ever felt.

And how strange it is I get it from not being a good girl, but from being a bad one. This isn’t for procreation. My actions aren’t for love. They’re for a dirty lust inundating every cell in my brain, a need crushing me as I sink into the cushions, content to fulfill my nasty desires. All I want to do is touch myself, to explode on my fingers in a fiery ball of orgasm.

The thought of orgasm turns me on. I’ve never touched myself, but I’ve fantasized about what it’d be like to touch myself so much to the point my body can’t take it anymore.

My finger caresses my pink flesh, sliding through my folds as I massage the hard cavity, rubbing my walls before focusing on my clit.

I moan, the energy something else when I touch that ball of nerves.

“Daddy, please, I want you so bad.”

“Do what Daddy says, girl.” His hand is on his crotch, coaxing his erection through his slacks. “You can have Daddy’s dick when you’ve come for him once.”

“Okay, Daddy, okay,” I breathlessly nod. I’ll do whatever Daddy wants if only so I can feel him inside me.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Two fingers slip into me, preparing me for what Daddy’s going to feel

like invading my tight pussy. I stroke my walls, gripping my body around my clit, clamping down and squeezing from the inside. My palm crushes my clit, and I shake back and forth to stimulate it all at once.

Daddy stands and approaches me, kneeling before my open pussy.

“Yeah, Babygirl. I want to see your pussy quiver up close.”

I groan, Daddy’s naughty words doing nothing to suppress my desires, but everything to set them on fire. It’s like each dirty thought from him enters my ears and sends a pulse of energy down my spine.

He leans in close, close enough for his hot breath to waft over my clit.

“Come on, baby. Come for Daddy.”

My fingers split me open as I ram them into me, fucking myself roughly as I listen to Daddy’s ongoing commands.

“You can do it for Daddy. Fuck that pussy for me. Come right in

Daddy’s face.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” I moan, shoving my fingers in faster and faster, feeling my juices slosh as my hand slams into my hips. The pressure grows so quickly, though, that all that muscle memory in me knows something’s wrong, something’s foul.

Daddy groans, and even though my fingers slam into me, my hesitations seem to make their way through the reroute of my neurons. “Daddy,” I moan, whining, “this is so wrong.”

“Go on. Don’t stop.”

“I can’t… I shouldn’t.”

Even though I complain, my fingers continue to fuck me, and if anything, my hesitations up the pleasure, stimulating me with a sense of force.

“Daddy, we can’t, it feels too good! I feel like I’m going to explode. We need to stop! Daddy, please, Daddy.”

I can hear the smile in Daddy’s voice as he speaks directly into my pussy. “There is no stop button, Babygirl. Daddy never installed one.” I gasp, but instead of fright wearing me down, it only amps up my arousal, and I unleash those treacherous words. I moan deeply as energy fires through me, traveling up my cunt and down my thighs, vibrating every muscle on its way through like an earthquake. I sputter and bite my lip hard, the pleasure making me shiver in delight.

The orgasm fades, but my body jolts with the occasional burst of errant pulses. “Daddy”-I jolt, cutting myself off-“why didn’t you put in a stop button?” I huff, looking up through heavy eyelids at Daddy as he stands.

My body’s so weak, the flood of pleasure like nothing I could’ve ever imagined. “Because, Babygirl,” he says, unzipping his pants, “if I give a hesitant little girl like you an out, you’ll take it without thought. The fail-safe was to protect you, and to make sure you go through the whole process of arousal from beginning to end, over and over.”

He pulls his cock from his boxers, the massive, thick slab of meat I remember gawking at months earlier. Even in my destroyed state, I can feel my libido energize at the sight of the beast in his pants.

“No, you need to be trained to let Daddy in when he wants it. And while the remote’s running, you’re Daddy’s, through and through, and nothing’s going to stop you from getting fucked by this big dick.”