(Author Note: All characters in this story are over the age of 18)
Dear Darling,
I loved your letter. It makes daddy so hard and excited to think about what you, an eighteen year old hot young girl, are doing and to hear about what you have done after you return. I know I am in for a great evening when you return home and your clothes don't fit exactly as they did when you left, when your hair is mussed, when your face is flushed. I know I will get to hear all about your 'adventure(s)' and I will be able to revel in your femininity and our passionate lust for each other.
I had a dream about you last night...it was so vivid. You walked in, your hair mussed, your face flushed and your blouse open. You were wearing a white satin blouse, which hugged your bra-clad breasts. Your nipples were pronounced through the thin fabric and your short, black skirt barely covered your ass.... You bent at the waist to set your heels down, that you were carrying in your hand and I could see the white lace thong, pulled tightly across your sweet, shaved pussy. The cloth was obviously soaked. Your breasts almost tumbled out of the white, lace/sheer ΒΎ cup bra and your stockings, white, as well were so form fitting.
You turned to me, your lower lip, sticking out, the blouse's top three buttons undone, your breasts heaving with each breath, and said, "Daddy, I've been a bad girl". My cock immediately began to pulse as you walked over to where I was sitting and stood next to the chair. I placed my right hand upon your ass, and looked into your eyes and said, "tell daddy, baby."
You looked down at my crotch and a wicked smile came over your sweet lips as you spoke..."Daddy, I was bad. Very bad." My hand crept under your skirt and I slid my hand into the crack of your ass, sliding my fingers under the thin cloth that parted them. I could feel wetness and could tell by the consistency it was cum...a lot of cum. Wondering what I would find next, my hand slid further around and into the crotch where I found abundant wetness and thick, thick cream. You let out a long, guttural moan and you parted your legs as I began to probe. First, one finger then two played across your wet, swollen pussy lips and then parted them as thick congealed liquid began to ooze out.