As an senior in high school, I am very excited for my upcoming senior prom. I can't wait to pick out a pretty dress and get all dolled up for the evening. Today, at school, we found out the theme of our prom- a vintage circus. I love the circus, and all things vintage, so I couldn't wait to rush home and tell you.
The second the bus drops me off at the corner, I run towards the house. My loose skirt from my school uniform flies in the air behind me. I don't care. I don't care if the boys from around the block see, I don't care if my friends see, I just care that I get home to Daddy as fast as I can.
"Daddy!" I yell repeatedly as I burst through the door. I dash through the kitchen to the dining area, where you sit, calmly sipping your coffee.
"Yes, Darling?" you say. Your voice is soft and sweet, but I can tell you aren't happy with my giddiness.
"I get to go to prom!" I exclaim. I'm practically bouncing up and down from the excitement.
"Can we go dress shopping, Daddy? Please, please, please," I beg. I clasp my hands together in front of my chest to plead with you. I give you the biggest, most tempting puppy dog eyes I can manage. I poof my lower lip out to be even more pouty and pleading than usual.
"You have to earn it first," you say, after thinking. My heart pounds in my chest. I can only imagine what you have in mind for me.
"I'll do anything you want, Daddy, I really need to go to prom," I say.
A subtle smirk flashes across your face. I've just given you permission to use me as you please, a pleasure you've never had the opportunity to take advantage of before. I've always been rather reluctant to do certain things, but now I have no choice but to comply.
"You'll do anything?" you ask, making sure I understand the extent of what I had just said.
"Anything," I confirm.
"Clothes off, in my room, on the bed, now," you demand.
I quickly follow your orders. Removing my blouse and my plaid skirt. I eagerly unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. I slide off my lacy pink panties and let them join the pile of fabric around my feet. Now fully exposed, I prance to your bedroom and sit softly on the edge of your bed. You follow.
You walk to the tall wardrobe in the corner. The wardrobe contains all of the items we would ever need to fulfill your deepest and darkest fantasies. Luckily for me, we don't need any of the stranger items in the wardrobe. You grab a bottle of lubricant. You walk over to where I'm sitting and unbuckle your pants.
"Suck," you instruct me. I grab your semi-erect cock in my small hand. I move my hand to the base of your shaft and take the head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue slowly around the tip of your cock before allowing as much as I can into my throat. I can feel the very tip tickling the back of my throat as I push myself as far down as I can manage. I work up and down your cock with my mouth and hand, covering it with my spit. I try to take all of you in my mouth, but I can't. Instead, I gag.
"We haven't practiced enough," you say. "We'll have to work on that." I moan in agreement as I continue to suck your shaft.
