Daddy’s Little Sweetheart

Calli saw her daddy’s car as he waited for her outside Our Lady of Hope Catholic Academy. She smiled as she walked up to it, then tossed her backpack and overnight bag into the backseat.

She climbed in. “Hi, Daddy!” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Carter, her daddy, said. “You’re eighteen today! An adult now, you can do whatever you want.”

“I know,” Calli said.

Carter felt his cock harden as he looked at Calli. She wore her school uniform — a burgundy sweater over a white blouse, a plaid pleated skirt, kneesocks and loafers. Her skirt had inched up, showing an expanse of creamy white thigh.

At his apartment, he unlocked the door and let her in. She went to the bathroom and when she came out, the way she looked shocked Carter into silence.

“What do you think, Daddy?”

She had taken off her kneesocks and replaced them with stockings and heels. She had taken off her sweater and adjusted her skirt so it reached only to mid-thigh. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top and she had taken her raven black curls from their ponytail. She had applied makeup and slicked dark red lipstick on her luscious lips. She looked like the slutty Catholic schoolgirl that Carter had always fantasized about.

“Umm . . . sweeheart, don’t you think you are revealing a little too much to go out?”

Calli giggled. “Daddy, I’m not going out!