Dad And Sophie Part 8 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 8

... soaking wet pussy right up to my knuckle. There was a gasp from Sophie. Not, I suspect, that I was giving her pleasure, but that she had persuaded me beyond the point of no return. Her fingers grasped my cock harder. We 'danced' for another couple of songs, sometimes making out, sometimes not. But soon, a second finger joined the first, and the slow progress to Sophie's public orgasm grew ever nearer.

Sophie pulled her mouth away from mine and moved to my ear. I could hear her precise instructions for finding her G-spot. Left a bit, up a bit, you are on it. I realised I had been missing a trick only as I made small circles as instructed. I had readers in men's magazines and tried to locate them in my girlfriends. I had, by process of increased pleasure from my partner, figured out roughly what to do.

However, with Sophie guiding me, I realised there was a difference in texture over the magic spot. A slight roughness on the slippery walls of an otherwise slick pussy, that was having the desired effect. Sophie made those moans I knew meant an orgasm was coming, and she shuddered to a reasonable one on my finger. I suddenly felt like older than my nineteen years, especially as Sophie zipped me up and told me we were returning to the bar.

As we got back to our drinks, a woman was waiting who was a friend. She and Sophie kissed a proper snog that made my hard-on even more complicated, and soon, I was introduced to Audrey. She pulled me into her, grinding on my hard-on, ...

... and kissed me with her tongue. She pulled away, smiling at Sophie and asking her how good I was at fucking her. She seemed surprised that Sophie said that hadn't happened yet.

Audrey seemed to be going to say something but stopped as Sophie put her hand up. Audrey smiled and moved away, telling me she was looking forward to fucking me soon. I looked at her wedding ring and wondered what was happening. We stayed for the rest of our drinks and went home in another Uber. As we sprawled around in the back seat, Sophie made sure I continued to kiss and make out with her.

I realised the driver could see her naked, glistening pussy in the mirror. She didn't seem to care, and, as we approached the apartment, she resumed the tongue-lashing. I quickly sobered up as we got into the lift. Soon, we would be inside, and Dad would watch me kiss and finger his wife on the CCTV. I wasn't sure how this would go. I had been focused on ensuring she didn't stray with another guy if I didn't do as she said.

Now we were alone in the flat, that excuse wasn't working. Once inside the front door, Sophie told me to go into the bedroom while she freshened up. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I wanted to go with the flow. A few minutes later, Sophie came out of her bathroom naked, grabbed my hand, and pulled me on top of her. When we got to the bed, she pulled out her phone and told me we would make a short call with my father.

It seems that Dad was in some club because he shouted into the ...