Teach Me, Daddy!

Strange thoughts

In the morning........

Catherine stretched after waking up. She sighed in her mind at not having dreamed about Archer last night. The fact that she had wet herself twice because of her erotic dreams with her now-father haunted her.

She hadn't seen him since their last lunch. As Codi mentioned, he didn't come home for dinner. So, the wet dreams only haunted her when she watched him or met him. She could escape from this, or so she thought she could, as long as she avoided him.

After finishing her morning routine, she put on her new school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a blue checked plaid short skirt, and a tie. As she stood in front of the mirror, she had doubts about her body. Her breasts were naturally big, and her new uniform complemented her voluptuous figure. But she looked more like those naughty daughters in the adult films. Didn't these schools realize how short their uniforms were? She sighed and put on the uniform jacket, then left the room with her backpack.

As she descended from the second floor, she met Archer sitting at the dining table with Thomas standing beside him. They seemed to be engaged in a serious conversation.

"Good morning, Thomas. Good morning, Daddy," she greeted them with a soft smile. She walked down the stairs carefully.

Archer turned his head to meet her eyes, and his expression changed slightly. But he concealed it soon. The changes were so fast that Catherine doubted if it was just her misunderstanding.

"Good morning, Miss Mendez. Mr. Mendez was talking about you. He has appointed one of his bodyguards as your driver. He will do the pick-up and drop-off for you," Thomas said with his professional, stoic expression. Catherine nodded to him and sat on the chair beside Archer to have her breakfast.

"Have you slept well?" Catherine felt butterflies in her lower abdomen hearing his melodious voice.

"I slept well," she said, looking down at her breakfast plate. Archer hummed in response. Thomas left, leaving them alone in the spacious dining room. The breakfast went silently until Archer stood, making a screeching sound by pushing his chair.

"Don't call me Daddy in front of anyone; you can call me Archer," saying that he left the table. Catherine watched his retreat in astonishment. Did he just forbid her from calling him 'Daddy' in front of others?

It made sense, though. He was only twenty-eight, and being called by an almost eighteen-year-old girl could be embarrassing for him, Catherine thought. Shrugging off the thoughts, she picked up her backpack and left for school.

Outside the manor, a black Range Rover was waiting for her. As soon as Catherine stepped outside, a middle-aged, bulky man came out of the car and rushed forward to open the car door for me.

"Hello, Ms. Mendez. I am Robert, your driver plus bodyguard from now on," he bowed to her with respect.

"Hello, Robert, you can just call me Catherine; no need to be so formal around me," she smiled at him and got inside the car.

The drive to school wasn't as boring as she thought it would be. Robert was a chatterbox. In just a few minutes, they became friendly. Catherine got to know that Robert also had a daughter of her age, and that's why Archer appointed him as her bodyguard. To Catherine, Archer's gesture was kind, like a father.

In his car to the office, Archer kept frowning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the image of Catherine's bouncing voluptuous breasts from his mind. How could someone look so sexy in a normal school uniform? He could hardly control his little buddy from making a tent in front of his daughter. That guy seemed to be too sensitive to Catherine's voice. Whenever that girl calls him 'Daddy,' his little guy wants to give a standing ovation to her.

"That's f*****g ridiculous," Archer cursed himself unconsciously, not realizing he did it loudly until Thomas's voice interrupted his train of thought.

"Is there something troubling you, Mr. Mendez?" Thomas asked from the driver's seat.

"Call the principal of Catherine's school and inform him to change the school uniform. They are too short," Archer said, scrolling through his mobile. Thomas was dumbstruck; how could he ask the principal to change his school uniform? Wouldn't it affect all the students? He wanted to express his thoughts to his boss, but after seeing the grim expression on Archer's face, he let it go.

"Okay, Mr. Mendez," Thomas said.

Archer nodded to him and tried to concentrate on the pending mail on his mobile but again those big, round, juicy breasts started bouncing in front of his eyes. He wondered how they would feel in his hands. Would they be soft to the touch? How would Catherine respond to his touch? Will she moan under his touch? What is the color of her n*****s? He could bet they are as pink as her lips.

Lips! How would her lips feel around his d**k? Archer closed his eyes, and Catherine appeared in her tight school uniform. Her breasts were bouncing with each step she took towards him. Then she knelt in front of him and met his eyes with her innocent big eyes.

"Let me taste you, Daddy."

Archer immediately opened his eyes in frustration. He could feel the painful hard-on inside his pants. What was he going to do? Was he imagining s*x with his adopted daughter?

"I definitely need a release," Archer said in his mind. He couldn't possibly let these wild thoughts run inside his head. That girl was legally his daughter, and she wasn't even an adult yet. How could he think about her like that? He must have been losing his mind due to all those work pressures.

He went to his contact list to search for a certain name. Then he clicked on the message button to send a message.

"Come to my house tonight."