Sexy schoolgirl.

You stand full of nervous excitement as you inspect your appearance in the mirror. The uniform is almost proper looking, nothing cheap or slutty about it, your breasts aren't hanging out and there's no PvC to be seen. Shirt, tie, vest, skirt, stokings shoes, all just proper enough to make you look innocent, like the good girl you are...but all small and tight enough to betray a body built for sex. Your white shirt was open enough to reveal your bountiful cleavage while your black vest held snug to your slim waist and helped to push up and emphasize your breasts. Your tartan skirt was a pleated micro-skirt, every motion causing it to shift and ride and expose the curve of your ass and the tops of your thighs. Hell, the tips of your hair sat further down your thigh than the skirt did. Your stockings emphasised your shapely legs and teased the soft skin that lay beneath, your shoes were a delicate set of heels. They raised your ass up in just the right way to clearly advertise what should be done with a beautiful bimbo like you, and were so narrow it left your steps delicate and heightened your vulnerability. God, if your uniform had actually looked like this Daddy probably would have fucked you for your sweet 16.

Fingers trailing down the outfit they came to hover at your navel. Both the vest and shirt were short enough to expose some of your mid-riff, the smoothe pale skin peaking out with the tease of temptation and the promise of pregnancy. Your fingers travel further down, curling under your micro-skirt to touch your naked sex. God you're already wet again, **** for the fucking you hope Daddy will give you when you tell him how well he knocked you up.

You jump as you hear wheels on gravel. Daddy is home.