His Nasty Little Pussy

BABYGIRL’S MY SWEET LITTLE FLOWER

“Are you on your way home yet, Daddy?” My stepdaughter’s voice

purrs over the phone like an engine starting its first run. A test of her energy, her independence, her need for speed.

It hurts just to hear her voice. My body aches all over when I even think about the girl, and my bulge swells when she says the word ‘Daddy’. It took me a long time to appreciate it, but I always knew she was my sweet little flower.

It just took me to now to know it extends far beyond my care for her. It’s something absolutely hellish on me like nothing else. I don’t just want to see her, I want to own her completely.

I clear my throat, my arousal clogging me up. “Soon, Babygirl. Maybe five minutes.”

I can hear her smile through the phone, followed by a light giggle. “I have a surprise for you when you get here.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Daddy, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers.”

I shake my head against the receiver. “You never need to thank me. I do that all for you, Babygirl.”

I smile to myself. It was nothing. It never is. Ever since I realized just

how much I wanted her for myself, I started giving her a flower every day.

A pink tulip every time. When I saw them at the grocery store, they just reminded me so much of her. They were her in flower form. Soft, white and light pink, barely blossoming, but holding a feminine charm impossible to ignore.

I’ve left her one on her bed every day for the past week, and since then, our relationship has changed. Not necessarily for the better. The tension between us is rough, incredibly thick and overbearing. I feel like I can’t move

around her anymore without absolutely losing my shit and just wanting to rip

her clothes off. I think she can tell. Her reluctance around me is crystal clear, which has made me avoid her so I don’t put her in an awkward position.

I know it’s all new to her. I haven’t expressed my sexual desire, but I think it’s written on my face to the point even her naivete can’t miss it. She’s noticed my attraction to her, I don’t doubt it for a second, which has made interacting between us far more of struggle than ever before.

But right now, over the phone, she’s not so hesitant anymore. “No, Daddy,” she says softly, “I do need to thank you. I know how much it would mean to you.”

I swallow, her voice betraying something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s confident, self-assured, and dripping in innuendo. “Maybe,” I say. My dick throbs in my pants, my own word covering a dirty thought, a dirty thought of how she can repay me.

“Soon, Daddy,” she says, playing with my own previous assurance. She hangs up, and I feel my heart drop hard in my chest. I know something’s up, something that excites me furiously to my bones. Is this finally going to happen? Is she preparing something for me I’ll never forget?

My mind races, all the horrible, lustful ideas of days past flooding back to me after so long of trying to hold them at bay. Nasty, perverse thoughts of my cock plumbing the depths of her tiny pussy, pounding our flesh together as I hold her small body to me.

My dick is already raging, the tightness in my shaft ridiculously uncomfortable. My erection is the hardest it’s been in a long time. The feeling of squeezing my pelvic muscles together as I drive my whole shaft into her slick pussy…

Jesus, it fucking hurts. I want to bite my finger off, and even if she doesn’t have something like that planned for me, I’m too fucking worried I won’t be able to control myself anymore when I finally see her again. I turn on the radio and let my concentration take over, listening to the music as closely as I can, letting someone else’s word crowd out my own. It gives me enough time before arriving back at the house to let my erection fade for the most part.

I exhale sharply, glad I let that passion disappear before I see the object of my desire.

But it only reignites when I walk through the front door.

The lights are off. Not just off, but the dark shades are drawn, and the room is nearly pitch black. As I close the door, I notice a number of candles spread throughout the living room, giving the atmosphere scant lighting.

They rest on the TV stand, the coffee table, the foyer entry table. They guide me, but not as much as the sole interest to eyes adjusting to the darkness. Pink petals-pink tulip petals-lay scattered on the floor in front of the door. They’re almost expertly strewn about, seemingly chaotic but delineating a clear path through the house. It’s like they’re not telling me where to go, only suggesting, and suggestion is more than enough to get my blood boiling at the moment.

“Babygirl?” I call out.

No answer. I swallow, knowing what I’m about find is corrupting my mind entirely. She better hope she’s not playing a game on me, because I don’t think I could handle it right now.

I follow the path of petals slowly, taking off my jacket and tie as I move through the house. They lead straight into my bedroom, where the door is cracked only slightly, enough to let out additional candlelight from inside.

I place my hand on the door and gently push it open, staying in the frame as the scene washes over me.

The petals lead up onto the bed, sprinkled about on my mattress. They surround my little girl, who’s leaning up against the backboard. She’s wearing a light blue set of panties and bra that snugly hug her tiny frame. They have little bows attached to their centers, like a finely wrapped gift waiting for me. Even in the low light, her body looks amazing, her skin reflecting softly. On each side of the bed is a bouquet of pink tulips. I’m

pretty sure they’re the collective flowers I’ve been leaving her every morning

before I go to work.

Collected and displayed like the perfect embodiment of her beauty.

“Hello, Daddy,” she says quietly.

My stomach is uncontrollable, my nerves broken against the gorgeous

sight of my stepdaughter on my bed. The dirty thoughts that can run through a man’s mind in a split second could fill a book.

“Hey, Babygirl.”

Her head tilts to the side, and I notice it for the first time.

She’s wearing a black blindfold.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she says, talking in my general direction.

I chuckle, my erection growing again. “I can tell.”

“Do you like what you see?”

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“Like? No. Love? Yes. You look absolutely amazing.”

“I’m a little nervous, Daddy.”

Her words kill me. My skin prickles, her innocence something I could never have in myself. It’s so precious, something I need to protect more than anything.

“It’s okay, Babygirl. Just relax. Sit back, keep your blindfold on, and Daddy’ll do everything.”

She nods, licking her lips in anticipation.

I approach, unbuttoning my work shirt and tossing it onto the floor. My belt and pants follow, and I climb onto the opposite side of the bed in my boxers.