Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection

... taking a moment to admire her in a prouder stance. Standing this way, Katie was incredible. The cute overtones that shout “Jailbait, don’t touch!” were gone, and in their place was an Amazon-in-training, strong and sexy and dangerous. Her legs were already looking muscular, and the rest of her was devoid of excess fat; if she did even a little bit of regular lifting, she would be terrifyingly sculpted. As it was, her hips, waist and breasts were in gorgeous proportion to one another, and Jake spent a few moments seriously considering abandoning Petra’s plan and just giving Katie what she had obviously come looking for. And was still interested in, if her erect nipples were any indication. Loyalty is a funny thing, as is love, and it only took one glance back at his daughter to remind Jake of why he was here. The prank must go on, after all, and nothing brought him more joy than making Petra happy. Well, nothing except maybe making Petra cum around him. In fact… “Focus, man,” Jake muttered. “You can fuck her later.” Jake went to work immediately on Katie. First he leaned in and sucked gently on each nipple, circling them with his tongue, making sure to use very little f***e. He wanted the result to be a tingling, not a full-on whammy of sensation. Likewise, he knelt down and carefully stroked her pussy a few times. Just enough to let her feel it, not enough to really get her going. His work done, Jake returned the girl to her less-dignified pose and stepped out of the shower, ...

... standing far enough away that he would not be noticed before starting time. “Have you never been to a gym or something?” Petra asked. “It’s not like I’m trying to- hey, are you alright?” Katie was not alright. She could feel herself blushing in embarrassment. She could also feel herself in some other ways. Ways that usually the only felt with her hand between her legs and thoughts of Mr. Stevens in her head. She turned around, deciding it was better to just give Petra a view of her from behind. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, “I’m fine. You just surprised me is all.” Petra chuckled. “Why, were you doing something you didn’t want me to see?” Katie turned around and shoved Petra’s shoulder. “Shut up, bitch!” she said, good mood returning. “I wasn’t-” Katie and Petra both looked down at Katie’s hand. She had meant to shove her friend’s shoulder. She had tried to. So why was her palm pressed against Petra’s breast now? Katie felt another weird tingling from her body, as if someone had just touched her all over in her favorite places. She pulled her hand back and turned around again. “Sorry!” she said, looking at her hand. Petra chuckled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I mean, Freud would have a field day. But it’s whatever to me.” There was a heavy pause. “Do you wanna feel ‘em?” Katie looked back over her shoulder. Petra had turned sideways and was lathering herself with sudsy bodywash. She rolled her hands around her breasts, covering them in a soapy sheen. Katie felt a shiver, as if her own ...