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! I'm staying here with you!"
She sashayed over and settled herself in his lap.
Carter swallowed. "Calli, don't you think you're a little old to be sitting in Daddy's lap?"
Calli pouted. "Daddy, I though I was your little sweetheart!"
"Well, baby, you are, but you're an adult now. This isn't right. I'm feeling things for you a daddy shouldn't feel."
Calli wiggled her ass against her daddy's pelvis. "Mmmm, Daddy. You have a hard-on there. What are you going to do about it?"
Carter pressed his cock against Calli's ass. He lifted her off his lap and turned her around, then flipped her skirt up and ripped at the crotch of her stockings, then pulled aside the gusset of her soaked panties.
