Dear Daddy Part One - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part One

Dear Daddy,

I'm writing you because I don't know how to tell you this in person. I never meant for this to happen, but it just did. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy it did; I just wasn't expecting it.

Here, I am blabbing, and you probably have no idea what I am talking about. So, let me start from the beginning. It began when I was twenty-two, and Morgan had just turned eighteen. Do you remember that summer? I was home from college, and you and Mom left Morgan and me home for a week while the two of you took a second honeymoon.

Anyway, it was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, and the temperature was just right for spending a day by the pool. I woke up early that day and went for a nice long run. By the end of my run, my tiny shorts and sports bra were absolutely glued to my body. Sweat dripped down my chest, causing my body to glisten from the intense summer light. To say that I needed a nice cold shower after my run would have been an understatement.

I left a trail of clothes in my wake, slowly ripping them off as I walked to the bathroom. The summer heat had left my body begging for sexual release. The heat always made me horny, and this morning was no exception.

Stepping into the shower, I eagerly turned on the water and stepped under the showerhead. The cool water made my body tingle, adding to my already aroused body. As I washed up, I savored every touch of my fingers. The longer I stood there, the more I needed to get off. My hands trailed down my tight ...

... stomach to the smooth triangle between my legs.

My newly pierced clit called out to me. I know you told me I couldn't get my clit pierced, yet I did it anyway. You have no idea the effect it has on my pleasure, Daddy. It felt so good to be played with.

Lost in the moment, I pulled and tugged at my hardened nipples while my other hand fucked me silly. I was about to cum when Morgan knocked on the door.

"What's taking so long in there?" Morgan screamed. "I need to pee!"

"I'll be out in a minute," I replied, frustrated that I got interrupted.

I quickly dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my body.

"The bathroom's all yours. Hurry up, though. It is beautiful outside. I want to go lay out by the pool. Want to join me?" I asked her, hoping to cover up what I had just been doing.

"Let me wash up, and I'll be right out," she replied.

I rummaged through my bathing suit drawer and decided on a new bikini I had recently purchased. The bikini was blood red and barely covered my breasts and pussy. Laying it out on my bed, I realized how tiny it was. I slipped it on, tied the tiny straps, and adjusted the fabric to cover my bits.

Looking in the mirror, I loved what I saw. The too-small top made my chest look larger than it was, and the bottom left practically nothing to the imagination.

I had bought the bikini on a dare from my friend, Leslie. Usually, I would have just laughed off her challenge, but I felt feisty that day. I honestly never thought I would ...