Daphne likes to show off.

"Let's see what you have under that purple dress," you insist gently, seeing the excitement in her eyes at your subtle commands. You can tell that she likes being submissive, that being under someone else's control excites her, and your voice has a hard ring of steel in it as you tell her, "Strip for me, Daphne."'

"Yes, sir," the hot redheaded teenager almost pants in eagerness, her eyes bright with excitement as she stands up, moving to stand close in front of you, your nostrils filled with the light fragrance of lilies that seems to emanate from her. Her fingers go to the green scarf, starting to loosen it.

"Leave that on," you demand sharply, causing her to jump slightly, her cheeks flushing with something that looks like desire as her hands drop to the hem of her tight purple dress, drawing it slowly up to reveal her shapely thighs in sheer purple tights. You lean back on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch the danger-prone teen gradually hike up her skirt, your smile growing broader as you realize what you always thought were tights were actually thigh-high stockings. "Nice, Ms. Blake," you murmur, your eyes running over the smooth skin above her purple stockings as she pulls the hem of her dress up over her hips. "Very nice," you amend as your eyes run over the lacy purple panties she's now revealing to you.

"Thank you," she murmurs softly, her cheeks flushing brighter as she stands there, letting you gaze at the purple string panties. You can easily make out the shape of her sex beneath the flimsy violet lace, the mound of her vulva and the small damp spot that seemed to be spreading across the purple gusset. She pulls her dress up over her flat toned stomach, pausing just beneath her breasts as if trying to build your anticipation before pulling her dress up and off over her head in one smooth movement.

Your gaze runs over the teenager's slender body, admiring her scantily clad figure lecherously. Even better than I ever imagined, you muse, your eyes running over her surprisingly full breasts in the lacy purple bra, her ample mounds almost spilling out of her flimsy half cups of her bra. She's bigger than I imagined, bustier, you note as you run your tongue over your lips as you eye the redhead's ample cleavage.

"Do you like what you see?" Daphne asks shyly after a few moments of you silently ogling her young body.

"I most certainly do," you assure her.

"How much do you like it?" She asks you teasingly, her gaze going to the large lump in your crotch, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she eyes your hidden erection.

"Why don't you find out?" You challenge her, leaning back further, wanting her to unbutton your pants, eagerly anticipating her reaction as she sees your massive cock.

Daphne moves down, kneeling in front of you, her small slender fingers deftly working at your pants, unbuttoning them, working your zipper down. You find yourself holding your breath as you wait to see her reaction as her hand slips into your pants, her fingers soft and gentle as she starts to draw your cock out of it's cloth prison.