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peeled my eyes or 

I stood up, my legs feeling like jello. Daddy’s lips were shiny with my juices, and he licked them exaggeratedly. “Delicious,” he said, lifting his head to watch me with appreciation as I pulled his shorts down enough to free his cock. 

I climbed onto the bench, spreading my legs and settling myself on top of Daddy. His erection slid easily inside my pussy, finding its home inside my aching channel. 

Time to ride. I started bouncing up and down on Daddy’s lap, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the silent room. My breasts bounced with every movement, and Daddy seemed mesmerized by them. Emboldened by his reaction, both my hands crept their way up my sides to cup my breasts, squeezing the round globes and pinching my perky nipples until they stood up in stiff peaks. 

I bounced faster, impaling myself again and again on Daddy’s delicious thick cock. I leaned forward just a bit and the new angle brushed my clit against Daddy’s skin and that was all it took to have me howling in pleasure as my orgasm finally exploded. 

Begs the Man of the House 

I kept moving, rocking my hips and grinding myself against Daddy until I felt him jerk upward, the force of his thrust as he blew his load inside me almost lifting me up off the bench. I felt the flood of warmth inside me as Daddy’s seed flowed into me, coating my womb. 

My thighs burned and now we were both covered with sweat. Daddy’s cock was still buried inside me, but I didn’t really want to break our connection just yet. 

I giggled, “I think I could get used to your morning exercise routine!” 

The new job was going incredibly well. I had been so worried that everyone would hate me for being the boss‘ stepdaughter, but all the executive assistants were incredibly friendly to me. Since I was an intern, I was basically the assistant to Daddy’s official assistant, so all the boring work she didn’t want to deal with ended up being passed onto me. 

Most of my days were spent fetching coffee or food for anyone who outranked me. Since that was basically everyone, I became a regular at all the stores within walking distance pretty quickly. 

I was balancing two coffee carriers and a bag with a dozen salads and sandwiches as I wove my way around the office, popping around people’s desks and dropping off their orders, surprised at how happy I was. 

A few weeks ago 

ago, I was unemployed and terrified about the future. Now, I had a job that I was doing well at. Of course, I didn’t go to college to be the sandwich girl forever, but everyone in the office liked me so I knew I’d move up eventually. 

Another big source of my happiness was Daddy. The sex was fantastic and Daddy treated me like a princess. I could feel the familiar tingle growing between my legs when I thought of Daddy. I dropped off a cobb salad and iced latte at Daddy’s assistant’s desk before entering his 

office with our lunch. 

Right now though, food was the last thing on our mind. The sandwiches and coffees were abandoned on Daddy’s desk because there was only one thing I wanted in my mouth right now. 

I sank down to my knees between Daddy’s spread legs, my hands reaching for his zipper which was already stretched. Our lunchtime sex had become such a habit that Daddy was always hard and ready for me when I walked in. 

The heavy desk hid me from the door and I pulled Daddy’s cock out through the slit in his boxer briefs, my mouth already watering at the sight of it. Daddy’s cock was perfect, the kind of thing. that expensive sex toys get modeled after. His shaft was long and thick, leading to a smooth. head that managed to hit the perfect spots inside my every time. 

I lower my head, only wrapping my lips around the head and sucking, my tongue fluttering against him before I started to relax my throat. Daddy had serious girth, and my lips were stretch wide as I took him in inch by inch.