Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 5

... actually.

My sexual attraction to her not withstanding, I really loved my daughter, and agonized over her mental, and emotional health.

I was still on the fence as to whether or not I’d already screwed her head up, but I felt pretty sure that if I did the things that I wanted to do with her, it wouldn’t be healthy, for either of us.

At least, that was my thinking at the time.

Sylvia and I had more threesomes that year than in the previous five years.

I noticed that she seemed to have come up with this policy of the younger, the better, and when I asked her about it, she said, “Do these concubines not please my lord?”

That was another kind of strange thing about Sylvia’s submission too me, she started using all this Elizabethan English, and calling me her lord.

At first it threw me a little, but in short order I grew to like it, a lot.

I mean there is just something kind of cool about knowing that you can grab a woman by the hair, pull out your cock, stick it in her face, commanding, “Pleasure me.”, and her response will be to say, “As is thy will my lord.” before giving you some of the most awesome head that anyone has ever had.

Did I mention that she was an English teacher? Oh my yes.

In point of fact she taught at Sabine’s school, but more on that later.

I only bring it up now to try and explain why she would think it was a cool idea to speak this way.

Of course she’d known all this stuff for years, but only now that she had decided to ...

... “serve” me had she thought that it was a good idea to employ it.

I want to call it her pathology, but that makes it sound like there was something wrong with her, and I gotta tell ya, from where I was sittin’, there was nothing wrong with her.

One night she brought over this cute blond with a tight little body, called Jenny, and she looked so young that I just had to ask her, “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” She’d answered confidently, and something about the way she said it, almost insisting on it, made me doubt it.

We were alone on the sofa because as soon as we’d arrived, and the introductions were out of the way, Sylvia had announced, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” and left the room.

After asking her age I took a good look at her.

Sylvia had her dressed, (She liked to dress them for me) in the slutty schoolgirl outfit.

You know, the plaid skirt, little white shirt, unbuttoned, and tied just under the tits, with stockings, garters, and high heels.

She had a lean athletic body, with the cutest little A cups, and long slender legs.

Her hair was in pigtails, and I swear to god that she actually had braces on her teeth.

Maybe she was nineteen, but she looked a lot younger, and as much as I feel like a pervert for admitting this, it really turned me on to think that she very well could be younger than Sabine.

“So,” I asked, fixing her with a wry smile. “You ever been in a threesome with a man, and a woman before?”

“Nope.” ...