His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY’S LITTLE DOLL

My stepfather is my Daddy dom.

And I’m his little girl.

Just those thoughts alone are enough to make me shuffle my thighs together in the chair as I wait for Daddy to arrive home from work. I know he’s got something good for me. He always does. That’s just how our relationship works. He spoils me, and I… well, I spoil him right back, just in different ways. Only ways I can do for Daddy.

Like look cute. Daddy loves it when I dress up for him, this delicious combination of cute and sexy, a merging of innocence and devilish desire. So like every evening while I wait up for him to get home to me, I put

on a pair of colorful stockings, one’s that reach up past my knees. These ones are a swirl of orange and white, stripes that make me look like an orange creamsicle. On top of that, I have a tiny pair of gray boy shorts on that barely

contain my large ass, and a tight, white t-shirt that accentuates my hips up to my breasts, exposing my small collarbone and hefty cleavage to Daddy’s wandering eyes.

I bounce my feet up and down as I sit on the sofa chair in the living room, steadfastly staring at the door like an anxious puppy.

It might seem pathetic, maybe, to people who don’t understand, but Daddy’s my world. Ever since we developed our relationship, the way he coddles and baby’s me is something akin to absolute bliss.

I love feeling vulnerable and small in his presence, love letting out the girlish side of me without any sort of disappointment or disgust from him. Daddy lets me be me. Not just let me, but encourages it. He wants me to let

go completely, to give into all my naive and childish desires, to set my sights

on living in the moment and truly enjoying myself.

All while he spends his time making the money and supporting us.

That’s exactly how he likes it: Taking care of his precious little girl while she gets to be happy in her own little world. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. Daddy gives me all the freedom I could ever want and none of the anxiety that goes with it.

And all I have to do is please my Daddy.

Something I look forward to every single day. He deserves it. Daddy’s my hero and deserves a little girl that looks up to him.

Especially from her knees.

The lock to the door turns and my feet bounce uncontrollably, my heart skipping and exciting every muscle in my body.

I jump up to greet the tall man as he walks through the door.

I don’t even give him time to close the door and drop his bags. “Hello, Daddy!” I cry out, seizing him in a huge bear hug, squeezing the life out of him. Of course, I’m not strong enough to hurt Daddy, but I try to anyway, to show him just how much I love him.

“Hey, Babygirl,” he says, smiling as he wraps his arms lightly around me. “Miss me?”

I look up into his eyes and nod, my pigtails bouncing to and fro.

“Daddy, you know I’m always bored without you.”

He laughs. “That’s why I always have to bring things home for you. I need to make sure you’re a busy girl while Daddy’s off working.”

My eyes go wide, playing the game well. I’m not surprised, because Daddy is as caring as they come. He doesn’t miss a day to spoil me to my heart’s content.

“What’d you get me?” I ask, skipping backwards as he walks over to the couch and drops the bag on the cushions.

“Go ahead,” he says, “look for yourself.”

I tear into the bag, pulling the gifts out in a fevered charge.

Today he’s brought me a coloring book and crayons!

It’s exactly what I asked him for yesterday. I said I wanted something to color, because I remember doing that when I was a lot younger and feeling heaven pass over me when I had a crayon in my hand. The whole world could be on fire and I think I’d still be drawing in my books, entirely oblivious to everything around me.

I wondered yesterday if I could recapture that.

Daddy made sure today I could find out if it were true or not. “Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He chuckles as I tackle him, barely moving his stout frame. “You’re welcome, my little porcelain doll.”

I blush. My Daddy knows just what to say to get my juices going. That’s

his special phrase for me. It’s the thing he hooked me with all those years ago© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

when I got out of college and felt lost in the big ol’ world.

I don’t even like to think about the anxiety I felt leaving the security- the child’s world-of school. School was nothing compared to the adult world, where everything was about careers and buying houses and starting a

family without letting them all starve to death. I tried to adapt, but I couldn’t, and I suffered a horrible mental breakdown shortly after the first week of my

first job. Bedridden the entire time, it broke Daddy’s heart to see me in such a

state.

Which is why one night he came to me, sat me down, and proposed something that would change my life forever.

“Babygirl,” he said, stroking his beard as I remember, “I can’t stand to see you so depressed.”

I could barely look at him, since I was nearly always on the verge of crying. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to be sorry. You need to be happy.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

I remember saying something along the lines of not believing I could make it in the working world.

The words are a blur now.

But his words I will never forget. “Then you won’t have to. You’re too precious to me to let you go down a path that might break you. You’re my little porcelain doll, Babygirl. I’ll take care of you your whole life if you let me.”

From there, Daddy slowly started treating me not like his stepdaughter,

not exactly, but like his precious little girl. The more and more comfortable I got, the more I wanted to regress to a time of spiritual innocence. And the more innocent I got, the more it turned my Daddy on, until one night, he couldn’t take it, and he ravished my little body to his delight. I was Daddy’s porcelain doll, and when Daddy fucked me for being his good little girl, I made sure he always got the royal treatment. Because this is the man who saved me from a future I might not have survived.

I look down at the coloring book, my thoughts running wild with the sense of calm I expect to feel drawing in it. I wanted to rush off and start right away.

But I know we needed to eat dinner.

And I know Daddy should get his reward first.

“I want to give you my gift, Daddy,” I say, placing my books on the couch, leaving them alone until I fulfilled my daughterly duties. He nods, and I lower myself to my knees, chewing on my lip as I unbutton his work pants. Pulling them down, I reach into his boxers and yank

out his huge, soft cock.

I stroke his balls with my fingertips as I move his shaft, studying him as he gradually grows in my hand. “I love your cock, Daddy. It’s my favorite part about you.”

He groans. “Is that so, Babygirl?”

I nod, looking up at his eyes cast down at me. I lick my lips. “You like how that feels, Daddy?”

He nods, closing his eyes, taking in the pleasure as his cock finally comes to life.

I open my mouth wide and take him in, working his dick slow and sensuously, taking my time to show Daddy everything he’s earned. Like a

good little slut, I suck Daddy’s dick, wrapping my lips lightly around him as I slather him in saliva.

My pussy aches as I grind my thighs together, my body happy to reward Daddy. I don’t care if it makes me soft or weak or pathetic or whatever you might call it. I don’t care if people frown that I can’t survive in the real world without a man to take care of me. All I know is that when I suck my Daddy’s dick, that’s when I feel happiest, knowing I’m doing something to make the man I love glad to be alive.

My head ducks into him, slipping him further and further down my throat. I get past half of his shaft, to the point where I used to gag on him, and then to the new point where I do actually gag. I’m nearly at the base of his cock, which I hunger for, but I know is my future goal to adapt to. Right now, though, I cough and sputter as his dick tickles the back of

my throat. I hold him in place, locking my mouth around him as I practice to

accommodate his girth. I can only last five to ten seconds before I’m forced to pull off him, my spit dripping from his dick, slinging strings all the way to my lips.

I take a deep breath, overcoming the struggle of his length, and reinsert him, choking on his cock once more.

“Oh fuck,” Daddy groans, his head lolling back as his hand runs through my hair. He strokes my scalp, this amazing calming gesture that always makes me feel right at home when I’m kneeling at his feet.

I pull off, cough, and ask, “You like that, Daddy?”

“Keep going, my porcelain doll. Make your Daddy really happy.” I know what he means, so I dive on his cock, stroking and licking his

shaft, jerking him as I engulf his entire rod. Massaging his balls with my free hand, I signal to his testicles to give me everything they have because I’m a naughty, hungry little girl.

I suck on Daddy’s head, sipping at the precum that’s forming, tasting the appetizer before the meal.