Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 7 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 7

... administration on account of how good this win would be for the school.

They'd take a good long time to hit the locker room.

While the girls they were sending home would shower and leave one or two at a time the core group would keep Sabine busy with more Champagne.

Once it was down to those involved, and the school was pretty much empty, Sylvia would lock and guard the door while the girls hit the shower.

Once they were all naked they carry Sabine out and lay her on a bench, holding her down for me to ravish her.

She got herself, Sylvia, Jenny, and Sarah into position just to the side of the sitting room.

"There are only three of us so Sylvia is gonna have to hold her hands solo." she instructed. "Sarah, be sure to fight back as soon as you realize what's happening."

Sarah nodded in the affirmative, shaking out her hands like she was preparing to go on stage, or out to the field to play, and I swallowed hard.

This wasn't the "moment of truth" exactly, but it was the dress rehearsal, and I only had one chance to nail it, if you'll pardon the pun.

As if it didn't already feel like they were making a movie once the girls were in position holding Sarah, after checking that we were all ready, Mary-Beth called, "Action!"

Mary-Beth and Jenny were on either side of Sarah, holding her arms and pulling her into the room, Sylvia bringing up the rear.

At first Sarah was putting up token resistance, just good-naturidly going along, laughing and saying, ...

... "What are you guys doing."

At first she was looking back and forth at them but looked straight at me, standing there stroking my cock.

Her jaw dropped and she stopped dead.

The girls were still pulling her along only now she was legitimately resisting.

She'd leaned back, planting her feet, and managed to halt progress for a moment, but then Sylvia pinned her arms behind her back while Jenny and Mary-Beth each grabbed a leg, picking up and carrying her.

Sarah began crying as she struggled against them.

"No, please, don’t!" she wept pathetically, trying her hardest to free herself.

They laid Sarah on the ottoman, Sylvia holding her arms over her head while Jenny and Mary-Beth held her legs.

Sarah was really turning in a BAFTA worthy performance, crying and begging as she struggled against her captors, looking terrified as I approached, stroking my cock.

She was so convincing that I hesitated for a moment, but then it clicked, and I knew what this was all about.

If it had been a question of my sexual skills Sarah would've just taken Jenny's and Mary-Beth's word on the subject, but she wanted to know something more.

This was a test of my nerve.

She had clearly thought about how this would work pragmatically, and if upon winning the championship they were to hold Sabine down for me to fuck her, how might she respond, and how would I react?

Did I have the bullocks to take it all the way?

When faced with tough opposition would I take it in and ...