His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY MAKES ME ONE OF HIS BIMBOS: A

QUICKIE

From the moment my mother married my stepfather, Grant, things

haven’t been the same. Mom works in corporate America; her job often pulls her away from home for months at a time. Grant, however, owns his own business, which he started after being laid off from his corporate job. Grant and mom had a pretty fast courtship, but that’s none of my business. I guess she really wanted someone she could trust to watch my brothers and I while she was away making money to support the family.

Grant w as a perfect fit… except he had some peculiar ways about him.

You’d think a self-employed business owner would work around the clock, right?

Wrong.

Grant spent most of his time sitting on the couch, watching sports, andCcontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

fucking sluts. I’m so serious. He’d sleep until noon, spend a few hours in his office, go to the gym, then head out to the bar with his friends, find a few easy sluts, and sneak them in the house after we were sleep. He thought he was slick, but we’d caught on to his routine.

… And if there were ever any doubt, the screams those whores made gave us the confirmation we needed. Grant could go all night. And I mean all night. My brothers and I could hear the sounds of sluts moaning uncontrollably for hours on end.

My brothers and I coped by stealing bottles of liquor and whiskey from his private cellar. Grant drank so much he couldn’t tell we’d taken anything from him. We’d grab one or two bottles, and drink ourselves under the table so we’d be too fucking plastered to hear the jungle sex he was having. He’d only gotten worse. As of recently, we started to hear moans of two or three women more frequently. Like whoa. Damn.

The man was a fucking sex god.

And despite knowing better, I became curious to see if he could really fuck as good as he seemed to.

I was home alone. My brothers had gone fishing with our cousins for the weekend. Grant was headed out all night, as usual. He said he’d be bar hopping and then going to a bachelor party.

“Don’t expect me to be home until late into tomorrow.” That was the last thing he said before I heard the door close.

I looked out the window of my bedroom to check him out. Grant was 5’10” and 200 pounds, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was only a year older than my mother, so he was 49. At 18, we had a 31-year age difference between us, but he was sexy as hell. He didn’t have the body of a weight lifter, but he was solid and definitely had a way with the ladies. When he pulled away, I went about my regular life. I didn’t have to work because I was in school. Mom and Grant gave me a regular allowance as long as I passed my classes.

Once I was done studying, I grabbed my vibrator and phone. I sat in front of the TV, and switched on some reality TV. I wasn’t into the show tonight anyway. My pussy was wet. All I really wanted to do was fuck, but I didn’t have anyone to give it to me.

So while I was home alone, with nobody around, I fucked myself with my vibrator, thinking about Grant’s big dick inside me. It had to be big. Women didn’t moan like that for tiny cocks, did they?

I had given myself at least three orgasms when I realized I was wearing myself out, yet still craving hot penetration. I wanted to have someone look me in the eyes and grunt while they plunged deep in and out of my pussy. After the fourth or fifth orgasm, I passed out, sprawled all over the couch. I must have been in a lighter phase of sleep, because some time into my rest, I heard the sound of the door open and close.

“Hello?” It sounded like Grant’s voice. He sounded drunk. I listened for the sound of heels, something letting me know he’d brought home another piece of drunk ass.

“Wake up, you little slut.” I felt the tap on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes to see Grant leering over me. I sat up, eye to eye with his cock bulging through his pants.

“What the fuck were you doing?” He said, putting a hand on his belt and surveying the scene. There were dirty magazines on the floor, and my vibrator was strewn on the side of my leg.

I was too bleary-eyed to think straight when he grabbed hold of his fly, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. Just as I thought, it was a huge cock.

It was massive. It had to be 10 inches.

“Yeah,” he leered, nodding and wagging his cock. “I’ve got all the meat you need for that appetite you have. Go on and give it a little kiss.” Grant brought the head of his cock to my lips, which parted ever so

easily. Sucking in his length, my jaw stretched in reverence to the thick shaft he possessed. His cock head easily began to leak juices, drizzling salty precum all over the buds of my tongue.

“Fuck!” Grant groaned. “Suck this fucking cock.”

He reached to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and drop them so I could see his blue boxer briefs.

“Yeah, I see you’re nice and horny, Babygirl. That masturbation session wasn’t shit though. It won’t satisfy you the way my cock will.” I moaned involuntarily, as my nipples hardened and blush flowed to my cheeks.

“Look at you blushing. I bet you’ve been thinking about this cock for a while now. You’ve heard the way I make women scream, haven’t you?” I blushed even deeper, refusing to look up at him. He stepped back and pulled my head forward. “Get on your knees while you worship me.” My pussy began to tingle. On the carpeted floor, my knees buried into

the ground, demanding me to realize my submissive place beneath him.