Daddy's Girl

Erin tucked back her hair behind her ear, looking shyly at the man she still knew only as Daddy. She was wearing a negligee hand picked out by the man, and high heels that dangled adorably off her feet. Her limp cock hung down a mere inch, easily dwarfed by the larger, spent member of her Daddy, its base coated in a mixture of salt and pepper pubic hair. He'd flown Erin out to meet him, to get to 'know' her better.

"You're a mighty good fuck, Erin," her Daddy said. Erin blushed deeply.

"Thanks Daddy," she mumbled, careful to keep her voice light and demure.

"I almost think you should drop out and come move in with me," he growled, rubbing his large cock against her tender, well-fucked asshole.

"I ... I could graduate at any time, Daddy," Erin admitted. He fell silent for a moment.

"Then why haven't you?"

"I ... I was afraid of being out in the real world. I was afraid of being outside the cocoon of boys that understood who I was and what I had to offer." Her Daddy thought on that a little more.

"It might be time to graduate into a little butterfly, doll." She could feel his cock start to grow once more, and knew he meant it.