Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection

... want her. Every kiss, she’d been thinking of him. And that man she’d met who she finally let fuck her, she’d done that so there’d be no reason for Mr. Stevens to say no to being with her. So it didn’t surprise her one bit when her nipples suddenly stood up and sent jolts of pleasure into her, just moments after he’d come downstairs. They were connected, after all, and he’d probably seen her pussy from the stairs. That was intentional; now he had to know she was a grown woman, with all the parts to make him happy. So she bit her lip and gripped the bar again. She wasn’t really into lifting, not like Petra, but if it made him look at her, she’d lift a house. She flexed and clenched, knowing her top was riding up to show off her tummy, and let herself grunt with effort as the bar lowered and rose once more. When she re-racked the bar, he was smiling at her. “Good form,” he said, the praise sending shivers of joy through her. “You should do two sets of five, then on the third set try for as many as you can. If you hit seven, it’s time to add weight. You’ll be a badass in no time.” “Daddy,” Petra whined, “will you-” “Oh, I don’t want to show off…” “Pleeeease?” Mr. Stevens sighed. “All right, fine.” He walked over to the metal safety cage and grabbed the top of it with his right arm, then grabbed his right wrist with his left. “It’s really not that hard. You just need to activate all the core muscles…” Katie stared as, seemingly against the laws of physics, Mr. Stevens rose off the ...

... floor. His arms bulged against the short-sleeved shirt he wore, and he floated up slowly until the fist holding the cage was under his chin. Then he went down. And up again. It was hypnotic. Sploosh, Katie thought to herself. Fuckin’ sploosh. Petra clapped her hands. “Thanks, Daddy.” “Anytime, girls. I’ll be upstairs if you need anything else. And take it easy on the deadlifts, Pet, you’ve been going up weight pretty fast and I don’t want you to tear your pec or something.” I’d like to tear your pec, Katie thought. Down, girl. She watched Mr. Stevens’ granite-sculpted ass saunter up the stairs. Once he was out of view she muttered softly, “Fuck, your dad is hot.” Petra scoffed. “Gross, Katie. That’s my dad.” What a little k**. “Seriously, Petra, he gives me the tinglies.” She turned to grin at her friend. And that was when she got “the tinglies” again. There was a sort of rush of air and sensation, and her nipples once more lit up with electric sensation… but this time her pussy responded too, as if someone had been touching her down there. Katie moaned softly. “Gross, Katie!” Petra shoved her in the shoulder. “Stop cumming over my dad!” Katie grinned. “You’re just jealous because you could never have him.” Petra blushed and turned around. “Shut up, slut. Come on, help me load up and you can spot me again.” Over the next hour, Katie surprised Petra. Every exercise, every stretch, every correction of form, she absorbed it all. It seemed that she’d decided that working out was ...