Ch. Man 7 Man 7

I hadn’t had the chance yet to indulge my weight room fantasies. 

I wrapped the skimpy white silk robe that Daddy had bought for me around my naked body and padded down the stairs to Daddy’s home gym. 

as the Man of the House 

I paused in the doorway, my eyes raking over his sexy, sweaty body. Had it only been a week ago when I’d stood in this doorway, touching myself while I watched him because I never thought he’d actually want me? 

Now Daddy was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted, and I had a fantasy to live. 

I shrugged out of my robe, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of white silk before I walked into the weight room. Daddy paused when he saw me, faltering just a bit in his grip on the barbell in 

his hand. 

“Fuck Morgan, now that’s a sight to make me work harder.” Daddy racked his barbell and moved to sit up, but I stopped him. 

“Stay right there,” I said, striding into the room, my breasts swaying enticingly with every step. “I’ve been imagining having you on this bench for so long.” 

I was standing near Daddy’s head, my pussy just a bit above his eye level. I took a step forward and straddled Daddy’s head, keeping my pussy just out of his reach. I wrapped my hands around the warm metal of the barbell to hold myself steady and lowered myself down, settling over Daddy’s face. 

At the first touch of his tongue along my slit, I almost fell over. Daddy lapped at the length of my pussy for just a few licks, savoring my taste, before he pressed his lips around my clit and sucked. The pressure was enough to make me see stars, and I was thankful for the heavy barbell. If it hadn’t been for my grip on the bar I would have fallen over. 

One of Daddy’s thick fingers pushed inside of me pumping in and out while his lips and tongue. pleasure having shut them on me a moment ago, and I could see Daddy’s erection tenting the front of his workout shorts. I was so close already, but I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Right now. 

continued to work magic on my clit. I