I quickly realized Daddy had been talking while I had zoned out on my dirty fantasy. “Sorry Daddy, can you repeat that? I didn’t sleep well last night.”
Daddy chuckled. “I said, I was wondering how long it would take you to come here asking for a job.”
I gaped. Had I really been that obvious?
Growing more amused at my obvious discomfort, Daddy continued. “I won’t give you a job, Morgan.”
I visibly deflated. This had been my last hope. I was going to end up flipping burgers.
“Morgan.” I looked up. “I won’t give you a job because I don’t think it’s fair to the other applicants to give you preferential treatment just because you’re my stepdaughter, but I will give you an unpaid internship.”
I opened my mouth to protest but Daddy held up a hand to silence me. “I know you’re about to say that you can’t afford an unpaid internship. That’s why you’ll move back home. You can live here rent free and earn your way through the internship. Then if you’ve proven yourself, the next time we hire I have no doubt you’ll turn this into a paid job.”
As much as I wanted a “real” job right away, I knew this was my only hope. It was a big house. and my Mom was gone more often than she was home, so it would mostly be Daddy and me.
How bad could it be?
Begs the Man of the House
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I had forgotten how intense my crush on Daddy really was. Being around him constantly meant. that I was endlessly horny. I know I should have tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t help myself.
The night before I was supposed to start my internship as Daddy’s personal assistant, I woke up to the faint sound of clanking weights. Daddy was working out again.
I squinted at my alarm clock. 5:08AM. Fuck it was early, but once I pictured Daddy on his weight bench, skin shiny with sweat as his powerful muscles worked I knew there’d be no way I could go back to sleep.
I pulled a robe on over the skimpy tank top and panties I wore to sleep in and crept down the stairs. My nipples poked through the thin white fabric of my top and I could already feel the wetness growing between my legs in anticipation.
Daddy was reclined across the weight bench, lifting heavy dumbbells and grunting with the effort. I stayed hidden in the shadows in the doorway as I watched, my eyes sliding over his hard muscles.
Daddy was wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and a snug pair of bike shorts as he worked out. The tight shorts left nothing to the imagination, and I could see the bulge of his cock. He wasn’t hard, but the bulge was an impressive size. I stared at it, trying to imagine what it would feel like inside me.
Almost of their own volition, my hand found it’s way under my robe and inside my panties. My pussy was already slick at ready, my clit a swollen nub begging to be touched.
This wasn’t the first time I had pleasured myself while watching Daddy work out. The fear of being caught always made me come harder, so I ran my fingers across my lips, spreading my wetness around before dipping inside.
I’d had a few boyfriends in college so I wasn’t a virgin, but none of them had been memorable.
Not like Daddy.
A little gasp escaped me as my finger brushed over my clit and I shuddered, my hips bucking against my hand. Daddy always made so much noise when he worked out though that I wasn’t worried about being completely silent..
I added a second finger, squeezing my walls against them and imagining the fingers were Daddy’s while I pressed my thumb against my clit, stroking that button in time with Daddy’s every grunt and groan as he lifted.
Daddy had traded the dumbbells for a heavy barbell. He was flat on his back on the bench as he lifted, and I imagined myself straddling his face on that bench, pressing my pussy against his lips and riding his face until I came.
My orgasm hit me like a city bus, my body shaking and my knees buckling as I came. I kept rubbing myself through the aftershocks, my eyes falling closed as I rode out the waves and
waves of pleasure.
When I opened them again, Daddy was standing right in front of me.
