(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 ¾ 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.
You moaned again and thrust your hips forward. I leaned forward, lifting your skirt and pulling the crotch aside, looked at your sweet, swollen, puffy, pounded pussy. You flinched as my fingers crept over your asshole, telling me there was more to this story than I expected. I pulled your closer and begin to lick and suck your pussy, cum oozing as my tongue dug, ever deeper into your hot slit. You then began to speak.
"Ooooooh, daddy, yessss, and no one can suck my little pussy like you do... nobody. Jerrica and I went over to the barn for a dance, knowing there would be some meat there this evening."
Hearing this I look up into your eyes, and take your clit between my teeth. You flinch, and then smile, winking at me. I continue to suck, cum, running over my fingers. You take a deep breath and say, "God, there were a lot of people there. Just like I like it, daddy, I didn't know a soul! We danced together and after a few drinks we were really getting into it. Jerrica loves to play with my big tits and my ass while we dance and a couple of businessmen asked us if they could be our dates. If they were going to look out for us and buy us drinks we didn't care, besides one of them was kinda cute, daddy, kinda like you, *giggling*. Ohhhhh yeah, daddy, right there. Clean baby's pussy, yeahhh daddy, I love it when you clean my pussy. Mmmmmmmmm."