His Nasty Little Pussy

BABYGIRL MEETS DADDY’S WARMTH.

“Brrrr!” Juliet slammed the door shut faster than she’d opened it. Winter

had been ruthless this year, and more particularly, this week. Even the icicles

looked mean above the doorway, these crooked monstrosities that crashed to the porch in her haste.

She pulled the sleeves of her thick Vikings hoodie over her fists, and retreated into the living room. Her stepfather, Lance, had the fireplace going, and she would camp out there instead of attempting to leave the house. Juliet was barely legal. She’d just turned 18 last week, but celebrating was on hold. First, she was in the middle of her semester. Second, her mother

had been out of town for over two weeks. She’d left Juliet in the hands of

Lance because she was still not quite old enough to manage the household by

herself.

Lance was 42 years old. He was a stout man with a thick brown beard and sharp brown eyes. Even though he wasn’t a supermodel, Lance had an endearing charm about him.

“Good morning,” Lance cheerfully greeted his stepdaughter as he walked past the living room to the kitchen. Juliet noticed that he looked

warm and cozy, cuddly like a teddy bear.

“Good morning,” she replied, shivering just a bit. “How are you not freezing?”

“Built-in insulation.” He patted his tummy. Lance made his way to the stove. He had cider warming over the flame, which he planned to simmer with mulling spices and splash with vodka. It wasn’t very late in the day, but with the heavy snowfall bringing the city to halt, he didn’t need to worry about the indecency of drinking all day.

“You thirsty?” He called out from the kitchen.

“What are you making?”

“Spiced cider.”

“Is it spiked?”

“Mine is. Yours will be spiced.” He needed to emphasize that she wasn’t of age, because his wife would have a fit if she even thought her daughter was drinking before she was legally allowed to.

His wife, as much as he loved her, was a wet blanket. Her constant rules drove him and Juliet crazy. He missed her dearly, but at least today would be one of peace. She wouldn’t be running around trying to find ways to keep him, her, and Juliet busy. He could just drink, relax, perhaps watch a movie with his stepdaughter, and enjoy an afternoon of porn watching. Juliet dragged her legs-wrapped in purple leggings and purple Viking slippers-into the kitchen. Lance drew his breath, reminding himself to behave as his innocent little stepdaughter ambled up beside him. Quiet as he kept, Juliet had blossomed over the last year. The knockkneed bony little girl with buckteeth and wild strawberry blonde hair had evolved into a slim yet curvy woman with long shapely legs and a full set of breasts. Those gorgeous tits she had were full-out sweater puppies begging for attention.

Lance kept his attraction to Juliet to himself because he knew there was nothing appropriate about this newfound interest he had to her. Of course, she wasn’t his real daughter, so it wasn’t like he was technically wrong for being attracted to a younger, sexier version of his own wife…

… Except he knew that if anyone discovered the tantalizing thoughts he’d started to have about the sexy little minx under the same roof, he’d be labeled a pervert.

Juliet closed her eyes and slowly inhaled the sweet, spicy fragrance.

Lance loved to cook and was a true connoisseur in the kitchen. He took over cooking for their small family of her, her older sister (who now lived in her own apartment), and both Lance and Mom. If the key to a woman’s heart was through her stomach, Lance was the pied piper of them all.

“Mmmmm,” Juliet groaned, her sensual growl exposing her hunger. She was so cold she hadn’t even thought about food, just curling up in front of the fire and staying there until she didn’t feel like a block of human ice. Lance’s cockhead tingled. That little grunt sounded like a fully-voiced moan of pleasure, and a sinking feeling hit his stomach at the mere utterance from her beautiful lips. He smirked as he looked at her, ignoring the way his dick responded in hopes of mentally shaking himself back to decency. He hadn’t fucked his wife in weeks, and even then it was a dry experience. He would give anything to hear a woman moan for him the way Juliet moaned for cider.

Pouring her a fresh mug, he sprinkled it with a dash of cinnamon and handed it to her. Juliet thanked him for the cup, and took it with both hands.

She closed her eyes and smiled, inhaling once more. Lance took notice of the

way her pouty lips pushed forward, creating the perfect O-shape as she blew on her cider, hoping to cool it before the first sip. She took a slow, languid sip.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He swallowed, half-wondering what else those lips could do.

“How is it?” Lance asked, always ready to hear praise for his flavorful work.

“Delicious.” She smacked her lips.

Juliet and Lance spent the rest of their day relaxing. After breakfast of cider and waffles, Juliet grabbed her blanket from her room and parked on the couch, determined to binge watch TV and text her friends all day.

Lance decided his time was better off catching up on some office work.

Although he didn’t usually work from home, there were a few emails to answer. His wife called to check on him and Juliet for a few minutes before retreating back to her business conference.

Lance reached for his cider mug and realized it was empty. He didn’t remember finishing the mug, but shrugged and headed back to the kitchen. Passing by Juliet, he noticed she was sleeping. The phone on the floor was a

dead giveaway. As long as that girl was awake, she never had that phone out of her hand.

He went to the kitchen and turned on the pot, reheating the cider he’d made just earlier that day. Taking advantage of Juliet’s state, he decided to look at her, sear her into his memory for the dick-pump session he was prepared to give himself as soon as he made it back to his room. Juliet’s mouth was the focus of his staring. Her tits, while lovely, were covered under that damned Vikings hoodie. But those lips, plump and red, looked so soft, so kissable… Like they’d feel heavenly sliding across the length of his cock, engulfing him whole.

Unconscious of his behavior, Lance grabbed his cock through his flannels, eyes dark with lust as he fantasized about his stepdaughter. The light rumble of the cider in the pot let him know the cider was nearing its boiling point. Turning his attention to the task at hand, he poured himself a cup of cider, splashed it with vodka, and set it on the counter to cook. Returning to the doorway, he continued to leer lustfully over his stepdaughter. She was so sexy… and clumsy, because her cider cup had fallen over. He could see the wet stain on the carpet. Hopefully it would dry clean before his wife returned and made that her first complaint. Juliet was asleep, but her nose twitched at the scent of her stepfather’s musky cologne, thick and mature, just like him. She heard him grunt as he picked up the mug and sniffed it. Fully awake, she panicked internally but kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see the look on his face when he smelled the vodka she’d snuck into her cider. He’d chastise her, and she just wanted to have a little fun.

“She’s lucky she’s asleep,” she heard Lance mutter. “I’d spank her like the naughty little girl she is.” Something about the way he said that sounded different, as if he were reciting lines from a bad Cinemax movie. She could feel his presence linger over her. She opened her eyes, low enough to still appear asleep. True enough he was standing there, looking at her… but his hand was fully gripping his cock. It stuck out through the fly of his pants, and looked hard as a rock pointed straight out towards her face.

Her heart leapt. What was he doing? And how long was he doing that?

Looking at her with his cock pointed at her face, ready to aim?

She closed her eyes and groaned, sleepily, pretending to turn away and face the couch. She squirmed enough to register the twinges of pleasure in her pussy, which was wet from sexting her boyfriend. Was she turned on by

her stepfather, or still experiencing the aftershocks of nasty messages sent to her phone?

Lance walked away from his stepdaughter. He couldn’t believe he had the guts to stand there, with his cock pointed at her face, playing with the thrill of her seeing his hard cock. He wanted to cum all over her face, and make her lick him clean for punishment. It sucked having to jerk yourself off.

Friction made your dick hurt after a while… even though your imagination got stronger and stronger.

Walking back to the kitchen, with the empty vodka-scented mug in one hand and his cock in the other, Lance set the mug on the counter as he returned his focus to the raging hard-on he felt.

He closed his eyes and stood right to the side of the doorway, jerking himself, each tug bringing him high as he imagined a topless Juliet bouncing on his cock and licking him clean, begging not to tell mommy she stole vodka behind her back.

Unable to sleep, and curious to see if she really saw what she saw-her stepfather’s hard prick-Juliet slid off the couch and onto her feet. She tiptoed into the kitchen, and caught Lance stroking himself from base to tip, eyes closed as he grunted with pleasure.

“What the fuck!?” She reacted strongly to mask the excitement between her legs. She was badly turned on by catching her stepfather, the warm and toasty teddy bear, stroking that thick mature piece of Daddy cock. He glanced at her, ready to make amends and fix the situation, but something gleaned across his eyes. He was already so far along, why not push the hell out of it?

“Come handle this for me, and I won’t tell your mother,” He said, nodding towards her empty mug. “You know better than to be drinking.” Hypnotized by the sight of his cock, which had to be about 7. 5 inches and thick, she nodded slowly.

“Okay.” The alcohol had lowered her inhibitions, as did her desire. This was so bad, so wicked, but she wanted to play along with her stepDaddy.