Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 7 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 7

... out to do a little curtsy of her own.

As an aside I was really getting off on the curtsys.

The gesture added an air of class to the debauchery that was about to ensure.

Speaking of debauchery, Sarah couldn't have been more perfectly garbed for her role as sacrificial lamb.

At first I did a double take because it was so similar to one of Sylvia's outfits.

Whether Sylvi had bought it for her or it was from her own wardrobe I didn't know, but neither would have surprised me.

Except for the shoes, those were definitely Sylvia's red "Fuck me!" pumps.

Complimenting that she wore a red stocking and garter set similar to Sylvia's but of a different style, not panties of course.

The red brassiere she had on wasn't so much a bra as a device to cradle and show off her naked beasts.

My jaw dropped when the symbolic nature of all this suddenly dawned on me.

Jenny was the cheerleader the first one on the field to hype me up for the game, and on the team her position was left forward so she was to the right of me.

Mary-Beth to my left played center forward, and was that kinky little school girl we all dream of, but Sarah being in the center, and at the back was too perfect because she played the position of goalkeeper on the team, the last obstacle to achieving my goal, Sabine.

Part of me was almost sorry that I hadn't had to go through the rest of the team to reach the goalkeeper, but realistically just these three had been plenty.

Even in my ...

... prime I'm not sure that I could've taken on the whole team, and I was hardly in my prime.

Eleven girls would be enough to kill a young man and I wasn't that either.

"Lady's, undress his lordship." Sylvia commanded, clapping her hands twice.

I kicked off my shoes and spread out my arms as Mary-Beth and Jenny rushed forward to remove my clothing.

Once they'd stripped me they escorted me into the living room where Sylvia had a chaise lounge in the center of the room.

It was covered in towels so I presumed this would be our theater of operations.

I smiled when I saw that there was already a tiny wet spot on one of the towels.

That's when I noticed something that I really should have noticed when I'd arrived.

The girls were already a little sweaty and disheveled.

Clearly they'd been warming up before I got there.

They gathered around me and Sylvia indicated to Mary-Beth who stepped forward.

She did a quick curtsy, rolling her eyes as she said, "My liege."

I put my hand over my mouth to cover my chuckle.

She'd done it with the attitude of "okay, I said I'd do this stuff but I still think it's dumb" and I tried to imagine the conversation where that happened.

"Okay, so this is how it's gonna go down." Mary-Beth began, getting down to business.

What she'd planned was actually ingenious in its simplicity.

After the game they'd break out the Champagne.

Although alcohol wasn't normally allowed on campus I'd gotten dispensation from the ...