Dad And Sophie Part 8 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 8

... phone and then rang back a few minutes later. He was in a cab on the way back to his hotel. We had a surreal conversation because Sophie told Dad I was a good boy. I had looked after her all night, ensuring her every whim was satisfied and that everything was going to plan. She slurred a bit, and I wondered what plan this was.

I remembered several questions in the bar that Sophie had answered, 'Not yet'. It was the same when we were there on Dad's birthday. Then there was Audrey, asking if we had fucked. I was a bit lost, and Dad was talking to me. Initially, he was thankful. Then, he told me he would not be back until Sunday morning. Making sure Sophie was satisfied, his final words as he said that he was at his hotel,

I could not resist saying, 'Sure, you will see us soon' as the call finished. Throwing the phone onto the pillow, Sophie moved across and started to kiss me again. Although I felt that this was a bit too much now we were home; I did so only for a second, as I was having so much fun. Sophie, it appeared, had decided I was going to determine the pace, and she let me keep making out, no grabbing of my cock to get things moving along.

I'm not quite sure how I ended up with her nipple in my mouth. I think I originally cupped it, and Sophie pushed my head down until I was nipping at her fully erect nub. She encouraged me to use my teeth, and I continued to do so. First, her left breast, playing with her right nipple between thumb and forefinger until I ...

... swapped places. After that, she pulled me up to swap tongues once again until I was tired of her breasts.

Then my fingers moved south down to her pussy. I convinced myself I had fingered her to an orgasm on the dancefloor, so what we were doing now was just more of the same. One hand inside her, trying to find the g-spot with the slightly rough touch. Then the other moved to her clit, rubbing in circles and then side to side. Encouragement from Sophie, telling me what to do.

To be a bit harder, a bit faster until the eventual orgasm started; she was bucking her hips and calling out my name and telling me my hands were as good as my father's as she came hard and wetness covered my fingers. I think it was a mention of my father, who I was sure was watching all this, which calmed me down. So when Sophie told me she needed something deeper inside her, I asked her for my father's dildo cock.

Using her slickness, I slowly opened her up and gradually fed it inch by inch inside her. Sophie was on her back now, legs wide apart, with me sitting between them. She was fully naked, and I was still dressed. She started to play with her nipples, pulling them hard. It was a lot harder than I would have ever imagined doing. She told me she liked it rough and deep.

Encouraging me to get more of my father inside her, eventually, my fingers brushed her clit, and the requests turned from deeper to faster, and her hand moved down to her clit. Again, I was surprised by the force she used on ...