Daddy's business

Sitting on your bed, you unbox the new phone Mommy and Daddy got you for your 18th birthday. Reveling in the feeling of peeling the plastic off the screen you press the top button and drop it into the bed as it starts to boot up. Looking through the other boxes strewn on the bed, you pull out the new laptop Daddy had bought you. Daddy is always trying to get you to be more serious about life and this seems to be his latest attempt. Boring and white, the laptop looks completely out of place in your pretty, girly room.

Hearing your new phone beep, you reach down and grab it up. Snapping a selfie with the new camera you check the result.

You look amazing. Your long black hair reaches all the way down to your tight little ass. Your large d cup breasts that you got for your 17th birthday press out against the tight tank top you are wearing. Your smooth skin has tanned to a beautiful honey colour. Your large, green eyes and pouty lips complete the image of a sexy girl, built for the bedroom.

Posting the selfie online, you send out some messages to see if anyone wants to do anything on the weekend.

You are busy chatting with a guy you met at the gym yesterday when you hear a knock on your door. Quickly pulling on your denim cutoffs that cling to you like a second skin you go to the door and open it.

Daddy is there looking serious. “It's time we talked about your future. Come to the den and we can talk business.” With that he walks away.

Walking nervously after your Daddy your mind spins with what this might be about.

Walking into the den you sit opposite Daddy across his desk.