Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy
by DirtyMindedMom

Phil opened the door of his motel room and was assailed by the musty odor of sadness that had accumulated over the decades. The small red dome-shaped light on the rotary dial phone was flashing. He left the door open in the desperate hope some fresh air would force its way into his home-away-from-home, and walked toward the office. It had been just over a week since Maddie had kicked him out. How could I have been so stupid? He chastised himself for the hundredth time that day.

There was a small package that had been delivered to the motel for him. No return address, but he recognized his daughter’s handwriting. Phil hadn’t spoken to her since he left. His joy at learning the package was from her quickly gave way to nausea. She must hate me. His self-pity deepened. How will I ever be able to face her again?

Even though the motel was in a seedy part of town, no one had taken advantage of his open door. Not that there was much of anything to steal aside from some hastily packed clothes. And not that he’d care if anyone had stolen them. The half empty handle of gin was still there in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It would be just enough to get him through the night. He took a long pull straight from the bottle.

Phil stared at the small box in his lap. The address was written in blue pen. The fat, round letters were unmistakably Tessa’s. She stopped putting smiley faces in her O’s and dotting her I’s with hearts when she started high school the previous year. Phil took another swig to get rid of the sick feeling in his belly.

He opened the package and found a letter on top. Setting aside the bottle, he opened it with shaking hands.

Dear Daddy,

I miss you. I wanted to talk to you but Mom said I wasn’t allowed and she also took away my phone too. I was so confused about everything and she wouldn’t tell me what happened. I was crying like crazy for the first couple of days and even got sent home from school because of it. I was so sad – and I still am. I love you Daddy and I really, really miss you.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew,” Phil whispered hoarsely to the empty room. A tear drop landed on the letter causing the ink to blur.

I kept asking Mom about why you went away and she kept telling me it was grown up stuff. She’s acting like I’m some kind of stupid baby instead of almost 16. God, I hate her so much sometimes. A few days ago Mom was talking to Aunt Patty and I heard her talking about what happened.

Mom said that she came home early from work and found you in my bedroom. She said you were on your knees. She didn’t know what was going on until she realized you had your pants down and that you were touching yourself. (I’m pretty sure she meant that you were masturbating or “jerking off” but she didn’t want to say it like that.) Anyway, Mom also said to Aunt Patty that you had a pair of my dirty panties. You were sniffing them and sucking on the crotch part.

Phil was on the verge of puking. Three big gulps of gin did nothing to help the situation. She knew. His precious daughter knew what a disgusting excuse for a man he was. That he wasn’t fit to be her father. She had every right to despise him for his perverted depravity. He forced himself to keep reading and give poor Tessa the satisfaction of him knowing she wanted him to fuck off and die.

Mom told Aunt Patty how she threw you out on the spot and never wants to set eyes on you again. Now I understand why she was asking me so many weird questions about if there was anything I wanted to tell about any of the times you and me were alone together. I guess just because you were smelling my panties that Mom thinks you molested me or something. I told her nothing ever happened like that, but I didn’t tell her that I always wished it had.

The bottle slipped from Phil’s shaky grip and bounced on the grimy carpet before coming to rest on its side. He re-read the last paragraph not caring that a good amount of booze was being wasted. Phil rubbed his eyes in an effort to make sure he was seeing clearly before going on.

When I heard why Mom made you go away it made me even more sad, but it also made me excited in a strange way too. It turned me on to find out that you like the smell of my dirty underwear. I never knew you would sneak into my bedroom and sniff my panties and play with your penis like that. If I did know, I would have made them smell even better for you. I never told anyone before, but I know how to masturbate and I do it a lot. I would have rubbed myself with my panties on so that they would get really wet and smell more like my privates.

Phil put the letter aside and tried to make sense of what his sweet little girl was saying. It didn’t seem possible. Was this some sort of trick by his wife to entrap him into admitting something? He leaned over and set the handle of gin upright. When he did, he noticed that his cock was hard. Moments ago he was about to blow chunks, and now he was as stiff as ever. He was tempted to pull his erection out, but restrained himself.

I love you Daddy, and I always will no matter what. It feels weird saying this, but I’ve been horny for you for a long, long time. I hope you don’t think I’m a gross slut for saying these kinds of things, but I’ve been holding it all in forever. I thought that maybe because of the way you were sniffing my dirty panties that you might feel a little bit the same way about me. I remember seeing you in the shower when I was little. And sometimes when you would walk around in your boxer shorts I could see a peek of something through the opening in the front. I would also try to sit on your lap just so I could feel your thing pressing against me.

Once I got older I started to figure out what all those feelings were. They were sex feelings. After I learned about how to touch myself and masturbate, I started thinking about you in different ways. I mostly thought about your penis, and touching it. I also thought about wanting to kiss it, and for you to kiss me. I thought about you kissing me on the lips, but also about you kissing me down there. I always orgasm the hardest when I imagine you doing stuff like that to me. I sometimes think about other boys I like, but it’s never as good.

About a year ago I woke up and heard noises from downstairs. I went to look and saw Mom sucking your penis (just like I wanted to). You said ‘I’m cumming’ and Mom stopped sucking and just pulled on your penis. I saw the sperm shoot out all the way up to your chest and all over you tummy. I almost screamed! I ran right back to my room and masturbated my pussy at least ten times! I think about what I saw just about every night when I play with myself.

Phil couldn’t take it any longer and had to free his pulsing cock from his pants. He was finding it difficult to catch his breath. Sure, he’d had fantasies about his daughter over the years. He dreamed about her wanting him to teach her about sex and guide her, help her explore her body, and show her how to please a man. He would be gentle and patient. She would be safe and loved. They would share themselves with each other, and one day he’d let her go out into the world understanding everything she needed to know about physical love and what a special gift it was. But never did he suspect she felt the same way. Never could he have guessed that she was noticing his cock in the shower or intentionally grinding her cute little butt against his dick. An almost clear droplet of fluid appeared from his pee hole. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and went on.

Mom is really mad about what you did, but I’m really happy. Super happy! Just thinking about you in my bedroom sniffing my smelly panties and jerking off makes me insanely horny. I can’t help wondering where you would squirt your sperm. Did you just spray it on my rug, or did you catch it all in your hand, or did you spurt your creamy mess into my panties then clean them so me and Mom wouldn’t know? Whatever it was, I’m so so so wet right now wondering about it and what other things you might have done. Like, did you ever peek at me in the shower or while I was sleeping naked? Did you ever look on my phone and find the naughty pictures I took of myself? Or did you ever masturbate your penis and think about having sex with me? I’m sorry for sounding like such a whore, Daddy, but I think about you fucking me all the time.

Phil stood and paced the room. What the hell was he supposed to do with this revelation? There was no way this was some kind of ruse to get him into trouble. Tessa’s letter sounded sincere. His daughter truly wanted him in a way that he couldn’t fully grasp was real. His mind spun with the implications of what it all meant. If he’d known earlier, what would he have done? He couldn’t have given her what she wanted. No, no, no. That would be wrong beyond wrong. Obviously. Even if it was what she wanted. Even though it was what he wanted. And now that he does know…

Okay, so, I said a lot more than I meant to. I was only going to tell you that I knew about what you did and that I wasn’t upset at you at all. I wasn’t expecting this to be a tell-all confession, but I guess I really like the idea of you knowing all this stuff that I’ve been keeping secret for so long. We both have a lot in common as far as being horny goes and I think that’s a good thing.

I hope Mom calms down and realizes that you sniffing my panties isn’t such a big deal and lets you come home. I’m going to do my best to talk her into forgiving you. Promise you’ll do everything you can so that you can come home. If Mom keeps being stupid about this then I want you to know that it’s okay if you want to kidnap me. We can go far away somewhere that no one knows us. Maybe I’m being stupid and that’s not what you want, but I know that I could make you happy and do all the things for you that a wife would do even though I’m your daughter and too young to know everything a grown up woman knows how to do.

I miss you and love you and I will write to you again. I’ll also let you know if I get my phone back so we can talk and send pictures or whatever.

-Tessa

P.S. I hope you like the present I sent you.

Phil was happy, confused, and hard as fuck. He read the letter again, holding his hard-on tight in his hand the whole time. Only when he read the P.S. again did he remember that the letter came in a box.

He pulled out the pink tissue paper that the letter had been perched on and found a zip-lock bag underneath. There was something inside the clear plastic and he recognized it instantly. Baby blue background, little cartoon froggy things, and red frills around the edges.

Phil licked his lips and wet his mouth as he haltingly opened the bag. As soon as he did the scent that had been trapped inside wafted out and brought about a moan of indulgent bliss from him. It was the scent of his daughter’s pussy. He held the girlish underwear up, looking at them with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics. They were three sizes smaller than what her mother wore, and, despite the childish cartoons, they were twice as sexy. He also knew they were her favorite pair. How many times had these panties been pressed against his daughter’s sweet pussy?

The tears almost started to fall again as he brought the panties to his face. It was unmistakably his daughter’s essence. But so much stronger than it had been on any of her other underwear he’d used over the years. She’d done it, he was certain. Tessa had masturbated herself while wearing this pair. She’d rubbed her horny little virgin cunt through the fabric and infused them with her innocent cum juices when she orgasmed. They were even still a little damp. Every word of what she’d written was real.

Phil breathed his girl in as deeply as he could, dropped down to his knees, and began stroking his cock like never before. There would be plenty of time after to figure out how he would find his way home to his little girl.

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Dedicated to all you hardcore panty sniffers out there!

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Benefits of a Broken Home

I was sent to stay with my grandpa while my parents went through a nasty divorce. They didn’t think I knew about it, but they were swingers and both were fucking other people behind each other’s back. Anyway, things were a lot more peaceful at Grandpa’s place. Then I noticed he was peeking at me in the shower and “borrowing” my used panties. This annoyed me at first, but the more time I spent with him the more it turned me on. Even though we were related, I began having dirty fantasies about him at night and would masturbate thinking of him doing bad things to me. I would moan real loud when I came hoping that he would notice. Sometimes I could hear him outside my door listening, which got me even more excited.

I wanted to let him know how grateful I was for him giving me a safe place to stay and for how nice he was to me. One day I came right out and told him I would do anything he wanted to thank him for everything. I was thinking he might take the opportunity to ask for something dirty, but I had no idea just how kinky Grandpa was! He wanted to invite all his friends over, have me get naked, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. Even though I was scared, I said yes right away to make him happy.

Grandpa set me up in the backyard the next day and all his friends stopped by. They touched me, fingered me, played with my little titties, and put their dicks in my mouth. Some of them licked and sucked my pussy, and all of them fucked me at least once. I was really nervous in the beginning, but the more they used me the more I wanted it. I never thought I could have so many orgasms in one afternoon!

After all the men were done using my body, Grandpa took me inside and ate out my sore pussy. I was surprised he did this after all his friends had cum inside me, but he seemed to like it just fine. We then took a shower together and got into his bed naked. He was ready to go to sleep, but I was still a little horny. I sucked his cock until he was hard, then he got on top of me. It was different when it was just the two of us. I could feel how much he loved me, and I hope he was able to tell how much I loved him.

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