Practically My Dad Ch. 03

​For the story to make the most sense, reading the first two chapters will tell you how Bryn and her father-in-law got together, and why. Oh, and you’d also miss all the hot sex that happened… Which is really the point, right?!

This wraps up Bryn and Steele. Find out what happened to Myer. Is he an ex now, or no? Did Bryn go back with him, or stay with Steele? Or did Steele get with that naughty Magya? These questions and more answered within.

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Practically My Dad Ch. 03

For the next two days, I immersed myself in the tantalizing world of Magya, the bewitching European singing sensation. I pulled up every video and bit of information I could find. To call her hot stuff would be a gross understatement. She was intoxicating, oozing sensuality and charisma with every move she made.

Magya, petite, possessed an hourglass figure that could drive any red-blooded individual to their knees. In her music videos, she exuded raw energy, her hips undulating and her ass swaying in a sensual rhythm. It was no wonder men were left lusting after her. Her music had a seductive tempo that got her body moving.

As I delved into her world, I discovered a vibrant palette of pictures, each capturing a tantalizing glimpse of her personality. I wanted to unravel the layers beneath her magnetic exterior, to understand the essence of her charm to both men and women. Her fashion choices were an explosion of hues, a tantalizing feast for the eyes. With daring cuts, audacious patterns, and an avant-garde style that I could easily see in my mind for her living space.

Yet it was her daring spirit that truly set her apart. Whispers circulated that her onstage costumes fought a losing battle against her ample breasts, barely containing her provocative curves. She is fearless, often leaving her performances topless, an unapologetic symbol of liberation and freedom. I smiled to myself thinking of what a sensation she would soon become here in the States.

Scrolling through the arousing imagery, I needed to capture the essence of Magya’s vibrant persona.

Armed with my research, I felt a surge of excitement as I prepared to enter Magya’s world. I wanted to create a space in her newly acquired American sanctuary that would reflect her vivacious spirit. Little did I know that this encounter would become a journey of self-discovery, where boundaries would be pushed, and passions would be ignited. What I found was that she was with as many women as men. Enough so that I could safely say she was bisexual. She often had her hands all over the women that were with her. As I scrolled through the images, it wasn’t unusual to see her with her hands enjoying their breasts and other body parts. She was fearless, I’d say that.

I squirmed at her sexuality.

That morning I dressed in my normal business suit for our meeting. Richie was out of town, so I went into the office to prepare everything.

Right on time the door swung open and sex on heels walked through. She exuded sensuality from the moment she came through the door.

“Bryn!”

She dropped her large designer bag in a chair and moved so fast I had no time to even meet her halfway. As if we were old friends, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed each cheek. We were the same height and her tits pressed directly into mine.

​”Magya!” I exclaimed, ensuring that I pronounced her name correctly. “So nice to meet you.”

Her warm gaze locked onto mine, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her luscious lips. “So nice to meet you too, darlink,” she purred, her voice laced with a thick European accent that sent shivers down my spine. It was like the seductive purr of an old Hollywood actress, a timeless allure that made my pussy tingle.

Unsure of what to do with my hands, I instinctively placed them on her impossibly small waist, my fingertips tingling at the touch of her velvety skin. Our breasts were pushed together, the hardness of her nipples into mine heightened the intensity, and I couldn’t help but love the closeness.

I was shocked at myself. I’ve always been in control of myself and fought to clear the sensual fog Magya created.

Her words danced through the air, weaving a spell that held me captive. I fought to maintain my professionalism, reminding myself of the task at hand, but every fiber of my being wanted to prolong this moment just a little longer.

“You know, darlink,” she continued, her voice laced with a playful tone, “I have a feeling I’ve found the perfect decorator in you.” Her words resonated like a siren’s melody, tempting me to abandon reason and surrender.

I just soaked in her presence, the scent of her perfume enveloping my senses, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

Though the professional part of my mind nudged me to get down to business, for just a moment, I indulged in the pleasure of her proximity, losing myself in Magya.

“I’m so glad you found me,” I smiled. Her brown eyes had flecks of whiskey gold, and although I’d have expected full makeup, she wore little. Thick brown hair was piled on top of her head haphazardly and wisps floated around her face and shoulders. That just out of bed look. I swallowed hard and said, “Would you like something to drink? I just made coffee.”

She was studying my lips and I would have sworn she was going to kiss me. Her chest pushed into mine with each breath and my nipples hardened against hers.

“No, no coffee. Maybe we can have something stronger, later?”

“Of course,” I said, and she finally stepped back.

I opened my sketchpad on the table, and she stood slightly behind me.

“This is what you came up with for me?”

I froze, thinking I had her all wrong.

“Yes, just what I came up with by doing some research on you.”

She leaned forward and her breast pushed against my arm, and her hand was light on my back.

“These are wonderful!”

I flipped the page nervously. “I have more ideas.”

“Yes yes, you did your research well,” she said, her breath washing across the side of my face. Since we were the same height, everything matched. “Show me more, darlink.”

She slid her arm around my back, her hand splayed on my ribs. As she leaned to look more closely at my sketches, her hand slipped under my breast. My jacket suddenly seemed hot and stifling.

I flipped through more sketches and found my voice to give her my thoughts and we decided on a few ideas to get started. I needed to see her condominium, but we were off to a good start.

“We are so close, you and I,” she said.

She flattened her hand and motioned from the top of her head to the top of mine that we were the same height. Then she cupped her hands over my breasts, then moved them over hers.

“I think you have me beat there,” I smiled.

“What? You think I’m bigger?” She arched her back and pushed her tits into mine. “That jacket!” she scoffed, and unbuttoned it, pushing it off my shoulders.

She unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders. My nipples were hard and pushing through the fragile white lace.

I don’t know what had come over me that I let her take charge. I’d never been with a woman. Never considered it.

She stripped down to her bra. An expensive European sheer silk shelf bra that kept her tits suspended and upfront. The delicate pink silk barely covered her nipples. Just enough to not poke through her clothing. At least not until she wanted them to.

“You like?” she smiled, hooking a thumb under the strap. I nodded, knowing just the bra would have cost me a week’s pay from my best client.

She reached behind her, and her tits exploded out of the bra. She did the same to me but had a hand ready to catch and caress my nipple. She began to hook her bra around me but stopped.

“Oh wait. We must compare, no. We both have the most beautiful breasts, but you have the most big nipples,” she said in her broken English.

She moved closer and held my tit while she pressed hers into mine. Just enough to match our nipples.

God, she was so seductive my panties were soaked.

“Yes! So much bigger and prettier,” she said, excitedly. “Pink.” She fondled my nipple, and it grew long and bullet hard with her manipulations.

Hesitantly I raised my hand to touch her, and she looked at me and guided my hand over her breast.

“Feels good, no?”

I nodded, enjoying the sensation of her ample firm but soft breasts. Her nipple grew hard when I ran my fingers around it.

She learned to take a nipple into her mouth.

Suddenly the shrill tone of my desk phone cut through the sexual haze.

“I’m sorry… I have to get this… Richie is not here…,” I said, apologetically and she nodded, waving her hand.

My next appointment was on his way, so we quickly set up a day that I could see her condominium. I would bring Steele because it sounded as though she wanted some extensive remodeling done. If he couldn’t do it, he has enough resources to get it done.

While I waited, I wondered how far I would have gone with Magya.

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Steele and I took the elevator to the penthouse level where she had purchased all the condominiums on that floor. It was apparent that the walls would have to be moved. In fact, it was much too soon for my services.

“Magya! I want to introduce you to my father-in-law, Steele. He will advise you on what’s possible as far as wall moving.”

“Ah! Such a handsome father-in-law,” she said, moving to him and holding him in a long embrace.

He looked at me over her shoulder and I just smiled and raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t described her to him, but it was impossible to do that. She was to be seen and experienced.

Today she wore a brightly colored floral halter top, certainly silk because you could see the bumps on her areola. There was a gap between each side exposing the inside curve of her breasts, barely covering her nipples. The same silk created a sarong that tied at her hip, leaving a leg exposed.

“Your daughter-in-law, she is beautiful, no?” she smiled at him, seductively. I wondered if she already got the vibe about us the first sixty seconds we walked in.