Dirty Daddy

6

Magnus

Jesus fucking Christ.

I'm walking to the podium in a fucking daze. I mean, come on, is it really that hard to empathize with me in this situation?

I mean, you try having a drink at a bar during some charity gala for some shit you just found out you're going to. You try sitting there at the bar and see the most gorgeous fucking woman you've ever seen in your life sit down next to you and order a fucking whiskey neat.

I mean, she had some tits that left fucking echoes in my brain. Those were the plumpest, perkiest, gravity-defying orbs of pleasure I've ever seen in my entire goddamn life.

It's not just her fucking tits, but Jesus, it's hard to move on past those. I mean the way that dress was clinging to them. The way it was low cut that it gave me just enough to see. Fuck.

But the rest of her body too. That slender, tight body. I can imagine just emptying my balls on her.

God, that ass. That dress clung to her ass like tissue paper.

I'm walking toward the Senator, but I'm still fucking thinking about that ass. It's causing my cock to keep twitching. It was twitching like a snake that came alive when Penny sat down next to me.

It began to get a heartbeat it was so hard when we were talking.

And I swear to fucking God, it's freaking me out, but I almost came in my fucking pants when she told me her name.

She's my fuck

ing stepdaughter.

I'm literally three, or maybe four, strokes away from just shooting out a gallon of cum after what just happened here. Holy hell.

But let's pause for a second, okay?

Because I shouldn't be having these feelings for Rhoda's daughter. I shouldn't be thinking about rubbing my cock in between her tits. About squeezing those melons together as my cock travels in and out of that flesh pocket.

I shouldn't think about squeezing that ass. About smacking it. About sucking that pussy.

God this is my stepdaughter.

That's the only thing that keeps me from carting myself off and jumping off the fucking Empire State Building.

The fact that she's my stepdaughter. No relation at all.

But what the fuck.

That's no justification for having my brain filled with swirling thoughts of lust, especially for someone so young.

So innocent.

Looks at me like a father figure.

Mainly, because I am her father.

In a manner of speaking.

Fucking Christ, I'm going to hell, aren't I?

You don't gotta lie to me.

The worst part is that the crowd is still clapping and looking at me as I make my way without any outward sign of distress.