Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 7 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 7

... regarded it as a tool to achieve her aims.

The more I got to know her the more I couldn't help but admire her.

She had the perfect combination of imagination and pragmatism that I knew would take her far in life.

I couldn't ask directly about Sabine because for the moment I didn't want her to know my plans.

She could be extremely protective of "her girls" and I didn't want to raise any alarms bells until I was sure she would be on board.

She was amazingly open with me about how she'd built her team, how she'd dealt with the previous coaches, everything.

She had this way of making you feel privileged to be taken into her confidence, but I think she'd also been wanting someone like me for a long time.

There was a great deal of pride in her as she listed her accomplishments and I slowly realized she'd been dying to tell someone about it all for a long time.

I don't think that she’d even realized how much she'd wanted to brag until I came along.

It was about our fourth "meeting" when she finally got to Sabine transferring and joining the team, since she'd been recounting all this information chronologically.

Turned out that cracking Sabine and bringing her into the fold had taken some delicacy of finesse on Mary-Beth's part, but she considered worth the effort the first time she saw Sabine on the field.

"She's a great player." she told me at one point. "But Goddamn is that girl sexually repressed!"

It took a lot of effort not to laugh when ...

... she said that, and it was impossible not to appreciate that in many ways Mary-Beth was the polar opposite of my daughter.

In social situations where Sabine would be shy and demure Mary-Beth would be bold and opinionated.

Sabine was the type to go along for a good time, but Mary-Beth was the type to make a good time and bring all her friends along.

When she got to the game of truth or dare the Sabine had previously drunkenly told me about my ears really perked up.

Tuned out Alice had dared Sabine to lick Mary-Beth's pussy, but Mary-Beth had put her up to it in the first place.

When I expressed surprise that she was so willing to engage in sexual activity with Sabine she looked at me like I was nuts.

"Have you seen the girl!?" she asked, flabbergasted. "She gorgeous! Who wouldn't want a crack at that bit of tail?"

I could help experiencing a swell of pride hearing that other people found my little girl to be as beautiful as I did.

But then she kind of threw me off balance.

She regarded me with a sly smile and said, "Don't think I haven't noticed you checking her out coach."

'Shit!' I thought, realizing that Mary-Beth just might be a little too observant for my own good, but then she surprised me yet again.

She explained that before I'd taken over the team had made a bet.

Mary-Beth had proposed that if they won the championship that year they'd all fuck the coach.

Apparently in a burst of drunken enthusiasm Sabine had said that she’d be the ...