I always love greeting daddy at the door when he arrives home from work in the afternoon. I am always freshly showered, smelling of vanilla with my hair in pony tails. The damp ringlets handing down the front of my chest as they dry and curl a bit. They nearly reach my nipples but not quite. Today I wear a deep purple silk wrap that crosses over in the front and is tied with a bow to hold it closed barely containing my breasts. When I hear him pull up I quickly rush to the door, my heart pounding with anticipation, kneeling... waiting.. eyes down head bowed to honor this man that fills my heart with love and my body with lust.
As his key unlocks the door and it opens my heart races anew. His sexy leather work boots come into view and I hear his familiar chuckle. It makes me smile. He knows his baby girl is hungry and he is pleased. Leaving the door ajar, I know he is staring at me, admiring me, breathing me in. At the same time I am breathing in his manly scent and listening for a hint of what is to come. His belt and zipper.. his finger under my chin raising my gaze to him as he catches me in an excited smile because I know I am about to be fed. Our eyes lock as his gorgeous cock bobs so near my face and I am lost in those dark orbs that show me how delighted he is in my greeting him after work again. His hands grip each side of my head at the base of my pony tails and his thumbs pry open my lips and teeth gently as he guides is cock into my hot, wet, hungry mouth. Sucking hard, my tongue plays with his flesh sword, eagerly stripping all traces of a hard day at work and replacing it with pleasure as I make love to him with my mouth, all with the door is still open. We both love that element of the danger of being caught and it drives our lust to higher levels.
Before long he is thrusting his cock down my throat and I let him control my head completely, my arms remaining obediently behind my back, still on my knees my legs apart to keep my balance. The hungry ache between my legs builds beautifully, my pussy throbbing as the cool air from the door opens flows over my wet lips. His sounds, oh they are so amazing. They thrill me because I feel his pleasure in each grunt or moan and even in his labored breathing. He pulls out and releases my head holding my eyes to his. Reaching down he takes my shoulders pulling me up to him and kisses me with such a passionate lust my breath is stolen from me yet again. Then pressing his face to the side of mine he whispers and I nearly drop to my knees again as every word pierces my soul. "Baby girl, I love you, you are mine. Your lips, your body, that sweet wet cunt I can smell right now so full of lust for me, all mine. Tonight I have a surprise for you but first I mark you as my own..."