0 comments/ 65812 views/ 7 favorites Sophie's Revenge Ch. 01 By: silversword Sophie rode furiously her long blonde locks flowing behind her. Her horse was dark and tall, its flowing mane and long tail accentuated its powerful movements as it galloped along. Sophie wore pale tight jodhpurs, showing her legs to perfection along with her long boots to the tops of her calves. On her top she wore a loose fitting rugby shirt the material hiding her figure beneath. Panther, was the horses name a gift from her father, how she had loved him then. The day he walked up their long drive leading the horse, a present for her birthday. At fourteen that was all she desired in the world, now four years later, she still loved the horse but her desires had moved one. As she rode the harsh wind dried her tears, hiding the fact that she had been crying. As she reached the woods and the fence that signified the end of her fathers land, how she wished she could just jump it and keep going; she stopped. As she turned Panther round Sophie paused to catch her breath. Her chest heaving, she let go of the reins and ran her fingers through her hair. How she wanted to get back at him, wanted hurt him like he had hurt her. The rage on his face as he walked in on them. Her lover and her, she remembered looking over at him. She was flat on her back, naked and sweating, her legs spread and her lovers weight pinning her down. There was nothing she could do, as her lover jumped up grabbing his clothes and running, she just lay there. How could he have done this to her. Once her lover had gone he began to shout. How the words had stung her, tramp, slut, whore, bitch. She remembered how she had wanted to run and hide. As her father walked over to her his anger began to change into something more sinister. “So all you want is cock,” he had said, “I provided everything you ever wanted to make you happy. Now this,” he said looking at her nakedness, “all you want is cock.” A smile seemed to pass his lips, “well daddy can give you that too.” “No,” she remembered saying her mind repulsed, but her heart raced, at least she might still get what she craved most. Standing at the end of the bed, daddy had stripped off, his erection almost complete. He pumped it in his fist a few times before climbing onto her bed. As he leaned over her she felt the heat from his body, she turned her head away from him and closed her eyes. How she hated him, but how she wanted so desperately to reach her orgasm. He entered her forcefully his cock taking the place of her lover, in her mind it repulsed her, but she found her body welcoming him. She used her muscles to draw him in wanting him deeper inside her. Daddy soon began pounding his daughter, she remembered him shouting at her as he thrust in and out but her mind had switched off. Her body completely taken over she began to writhe beneath him as she approached her release. But he came too soon, leaving her hanging there. She felt the powerful spasms of his cock as he sprayed his semen deep inside her. He pulled out quickly and stood back, the last spurts dripped from his tip as he stood back. He then just turned picking up his clothes he strode from her room. Sophie recalled how as soon as the door was closed and she was alone her fingers slipped deep into her pussy. How she felt her fathers warm cum dribble from down towards her asshole. How with her fathers cum on her fingers she touched her clit and within seconds brought about her release. How she had been repulsed by him, but also so excited by him. She sat astride Panther, looking back up the hill Over which lay her fathers house. The house where she had everything she had ever wanted, the horse with its own stable, a designer wardrobe, a swimming pool and her car. But he wouldn’t let her have what she most wanted now, sex. Only recently had this new urge been awakened in her, she had always had everything and that had kept her mind occupied. Only recently had she begun to look at men in a different light, trying to imaging what it would feel like to have then fuck her, the thought of the word in her mind made her body shudder, fuck, oh how that word made her feel. She kicked her heels into Panther’s side moving him forward into a walk. The long trek back to the stables would give her time to think. Then it dawned on her, to satisfy both her aims at once, to strike back and her father but also fulfil her desires. If the one thing daddy didn’t want was for her daughter to become a slut, a little fuck bitch, then that was exactly what she would become. The plan set in her mind, she decided that in order for this to work as she envisaged, she would have to learn exactly how to be a slut. Although she had had encounters with her lover, and now her father, she was, she knew still very inexperienced. This new desire for sex only just growing within her. A huge smile spread across her face, she moved Panther back up into a gallop and headed back to the stables. Trotting into the stable yard Sophie swung herself off Panther’s back. Rubbing his neck she took hold of the reins and led him into the sable block. As she entered she became aware of another presence. Walking Panther into his stall and beginning to remove his saddle she could hear movements from within the stable building. She carried on concentrating on the job at hand. “Hello Miss,” said a voice with a broad accent, “need a hand?” Sophie turned to see Jon’s head poking round the edge of the stall door. He had worked for her for years. When it came to her stable her father let her run everything, including her staff. Although Jon was much older than Sophie, she was never quite sure how old but her she guessed in was in his late thirties. Not particularly intelligent he was however a fantastic stable hand, very good with her horses. “Yes,” she said, her prim and proper tones made a stark contrast to his, “he needs unsaddling and feeding.” She stepped back from the horse as Jon entered the stall. She watched as he began to work, her mind began to wander. She had always known from the way Jon acted around her, the way he sometimes looked at her for a little longer than necessary, that he thought about her. Remembering how once or twice she had caught him looking at her through the stalls, she even suspected that at times he would masturbate whilst watching her. At the time it had disgusted her and she even considered firing him, but somehow now the thought turned her on. As the thought passed through her mind she felt a familiar warmth in her crotch. Watching him, his tattered checked shirt hung over his corduroy trousers. She thought about him watching her through the stalls his trousers open and his cock in his hand. She imagined long streams of hot sticky cum pulsing out into the straw. All that from looking at her. “Will there be anything else Miss?” Her mind suddenly snapped back to reality. Jon had finished with Panther and now stood almost gormless before her. She felt a warmth rise in her face and realised she was blushing. Caught out, no he could not have known what she was thinking “No, that will be all thank you Jon,” she stammered. Jon turned and walked out of the stall, she stood there trying to let her mind settle. She felt her heart beat faster the blood that had begun to rise in her face began to spread. She felt warm all over and that warmth was turning to heat in the crotch. She turned out of Panther’s stall into the passage way that ran down the front of the stalls. “Jon,” she called. He had just reached the far end of the passage when her heard her, he turned round to face her. “Come here a moment,” she barked. Jon diligently walked back up the passage to where she stood. As he reached her she pushed him forcefully into the empty stall next to Panther’s. Stumbling on the loose straw Jon picked himself up, a blank look on his face. Sophie smiled at him, then her expression dropped as a moment of doubt passed through her mind. Would this work. Of course it would. Her smile returned. “You watch me Jon, don’t you?” glaring deeply into his expressionless face. Jon stammered, “I don’t know what you mean Miss?” “I know you do Jon,” she taunted, the smile spread further across her lips, this would be better than she thought. “I know you do, you watch me through the stalls. I bet you even take your cock out sometimes and come over the thought of me.” Her confidence grew as Jon looked visibly shattered by her allegations. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. “What Jon?” her voice now almost mocking. “I’m sorry Miss but sometimes I just can’t help it, you being so pretty an all. I know it’s wrong but sometimes, I just can’t think about anything else.” He paused briefly, “it’s only sometimes though, I know I shouldn’t but I watched you change sometimes, and once you took a shower and I couldn’t help but look.” Tears had begun to well up in his eyes. Sophie was briefly taken aback; she very rarely showered in the stable block even though she had the facility. She couldn’t believe he watched her but then that didn’t matter now. She stepped towards him, but he backed off, he was soon up against the back of the stall. She continued toward him, as she reached him she pressed herself up against him. He just stood there as if too frightened to move. She pressed her breasts up against his chest, she enjoyed the feel of his body against her. “Jon,” she whispered into his ear, “Jon, you know if my daddy ever found out you watched me.” She paused, more for effect than anything else. “You know he’d kill you.” Jon just whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I want you to do something for me,” she smiled to herself, “just between you and me. If you do this for me Jon, all this will just be our little secret. Do you understand Jon?” He nodded, then managed to mumble, “yes Miss, anything you want.” “Excellent Jon,” stepping back slightly she looked him in the eye. “Jon I want you to fuck me.” She watched for the reaction on his face, the blank look of complete disbelief. “Not just now, but whenever I want it, Jon I want you to fuck me from every position in every way. Do you understand what I want from you?” As if to try and reinforce her statement, she reached down, placing her hand on his crotch, she was surprised to find him hard beneath her touch. Did he enjoy this sort of treatment? She knew now that this had worked perfectly, daddy never came down to the stables. Now she had a man who would fuck her and never dream of telling anyone. This way she could learn everything she needed to know to be the little slut she needed to be. Giving his hardening cock one last squeeze she stood back from him and lifted her rugby shirt off. As she threw it to one corner of the stall her locks of blond hair fell back around her shoulders. How good it felt to feel the cool air against her skin. Standing before Jon in just a tight cropped black top and skintight jodhpurs, and boots she felt sexier than she had ever felt before. Perhaps it was the dominance over her man, something she had always enjoyed, but it made her so hot. Her small pert breasts strained against her top, the hardened buds of her nipples stood out through the material. Putting her hands up to her breasts Sophie squeezed them flicking her nipples with her fingers she let out a low gasp. Locking Jon’s eyes is a long seductive glare. “Would you like to touch them Jon,” she smirked, moving towards him. “Jon, I want you to touch them.” She let her hands fall from her breasts as she neared him; taking his hands in hers she lifted them to her. Placing them on her chest pressing his hands against her. She saw his eyes begin to widen, his tears now gone. The look in his eyes now more excitement and that look she was beginning to recognise. The one she had seen in her father the night before as he climbed onto her bed, lust. Sophie’s hands left his and reached forward; unbuttoning the tattered shirt he wore. Opening it up she placed her hands on his chest running her fingers through his hairs. Her hands softly tracing their way down across his abdomen. She listened to his breathing change as she slowly caressed lower, loving the way he squeezed her breasts harder as she stroked along the top of his waistband. Giggling she stepped backwards, letting his hands fall from her body. “Jon,” she said, a slight huskiness to her voice now. “I want you to take out your cock, I want you to touch yourself. The way you do when you watch me.” Hesitating monetarily Jon unbuttoned the front of his trousers and fumbled, trying to free his solid erection. He then decided to just lower his trousers and shorts to just above his knees. He looked down at himself his veined cock stood upright nestled in a dark thatch he put his hand down to it before looking back up at Sophie. He let out a gasp as his hand closed around it. A broad smile across her face Sophie watched with fascination. She had never seen anyone do this. She began to feel the heat within her rise as Jon slowing began stroking his hand back and forth. Standing with her legs apart Sophie gripped the bottom of her cropped top and peeled it off. Her pert white breasts sprang free, her nipples pointing forward. Jon just stood with his mouth open his tongue hung limply on his lower lip. Continuing to pleasure himself, Sophie could see the tip glisten as the clear fluid was spread over it by his movements. “Stop Jon,” she commanded, “take off your clothes.” Jon did what he was told; his hands left his cock and threw off his shirt. He tugged his trousers off his feet, pulling off his shoes at the same time. He stumbled but remained on his feet. She looked him up and down, he was well built but not particularly muscular. His chest was covered in dark hair trailing down to meet the dark thatch around his cock. His balls drawn in tight, she could see the ripples in the skin of his ball sack. Sophie, keeping her eyes on Jon’s body laid herself back on the floor of the stall, the course straw scratched across the warm skin of her back. She raised her right leg up in the air. Jon seeming to know what to do strode to her and clasped the dark leather boot. First one and then the other Jon removed her boots throwing them to the far corner of the stall. His earlier emotions of fear and shame seemed to have left him, his eyes now seemed glazed with lust. Sophie knelt up in the straw her face how level with Jon’s throbbing cock. She lent forward her face inches from it, Jon could feel her warm breath on him. Reaching her hand up she placed it between his legs, her hand cupped then underside of his body pushing his balls forward with the heel of her hand. Placing her other hand on his hip she touched her moist lips to his cock. She held him tight with her hands as his hips bucked at her touch. Steadying him she lowered her head down onto him, taking him as deep as she dared. Feeling the swollen head touch the back of her throat she drew back, sliding her lips back up his length. Holding just the head between her lips she slowly wrapped her tongue around it. Descending again she could feel his excitement build, she could feel his hips push forward. He was trying to sink himself deeper into her mouth, but from her hold on him she kept him back, kept herself in control. Holding him steady she lowered her head down further each time she descended. Feeling a degree of triumph as she felt the tickle of his hair on her nose. Drawing back she gasped showing her obvious enjoyment of her act. She sat back looking lustfully at his glistening cock. Drawing her hand from under his balls she caressed its length before letting herself fall backwards into the straw. Sophie lay back lifting her hips from the straw she unfastened her jodhpurs sliding them down over her hips. Sitting back on the straw she lifted her legs up and pulled her legs free, she felt a sudden exhilaration of nakedness only her dark panties still covered her. She touched her hand to her mound rubbing over the dark material, enjoying the warm wet feeling on her hand. Enjoying even more the pressure her hand exerted. Jon knelt between her legs, the glazed expectant look on his face, almost like a puppy Sophie thought as she watched him. Her fingers continued slowly tracing the outline of her lips through her panties. “I’m ready for your to fuck me now Jon,” she panted unable to hide her own excitement. “Are you ready?” Jon just nodded his hands reaching forward toward her, Sophie drew her hands back and raised her hips, inviting him to remove her panties. Tentatively he touched her, clutching at the panties, she gasped as she felt him touch her. Taking hold of the material he began to pull down, as he went he saw the fine hairs of her light brush and then the swollen silken lips of her pussy. She lifted her feet for him, allowing him to relieve her completely of her clothes. She placed her feet down wide apart on either side of him, allowing him to see her pussy open for him. “Touch me Jon, feel how wet you make me,” she panted. He leaned forward, his large hands had a delicacy to then as he touched her skin, just inside her thigh. She could not resist she let out a long moan rising in pitch as his finger drifted higher till they reached the junction of crotch. “Touch me Jon,” she gasped, “right here.” Taking hold of his hand she brought his fingers to her pussy, guiding his movements she began to push his fingers through her glistening folds, encouraging him to go deeper. Soon Jon took the initiative and began probing deeper, his fingers easily slid into her, deeper and deeper, his fingers occasionally grazed her clitoris. She bucked her hips into his hand pushing her most sensitive point into his hand. All the while her moans became louder and louder. Suddenly she pulled away rolling away from him she stood on all fours her ass pointing towards Jon. Arching her back the reddened lips of her pussy clearly visible to him. “Now Jon,” she panted, her hand reaching between her legs, her fingers spreading her lips open. “Fuck me.” Jon shuffled forward on his knees placing himself behind Sophie’s ass. The head of his cock hovered just inches from her sopping pussy. Taking his erection in his hand he guided it towards her, she too reached back to guide him. Jon let out a low groan as her warmth enveloped the head of his cock. He felt Sophie’s fingers leave him, he too released his grip on himself. He looked down at the bridge of flesh between them. Then he pushed, his cock sliding easily into her. As his hips pressed against her ass Jon groaned loudly. Feeling him enter her deeply Sophie cried out, “now fuck me Jon. Fuck me.” Jon withdrew still looking down as his length slowly emerged from her stretched lips. Then grasping her hips he drove in again. “Yes, yes,” she yelled. Jon began thrusting deeply. His hands stroking down her back and over her ass. He felt round beneath groping for her breasts. He laid his hand over one feeling it bounce against his fingers as her trust into her. He squeezed hard, and she squealed loudly her breathing becoming deeper and deeper. Reaching beneath her Sophie’s fingers groped for her clitoris, finding it quickly she began to rub it between her fingers. Sophie could feel she was close but did not realise just how close. It hit her like a tidal wave from behind. All her limbs lent limp at once as her body fell flat into the straw, her muscles convulsed as her orgasm ravaged her. Feeling her fall forwards Jon went down with her, continuing to drive into her as she lay beneath him. She felt his heavy, hot breath on her neck, his warm body on top of hers, but could do nothing, her orgasm left her completely spent. He could do with her what he wanted now; she had got what she wanted. Sophie's Revenge Ch. 01 Continuing to pound into her Jon reached his peak. Grabbing a fistful of her hair he thrust forward one last time. Pulling her hair back, twisting her head to the side, his mouth pressed against her ear, he came. As his cock convulsed within her expelling wave after wave of hot cum deep into her he moaned loudly into her ear. Sophie could feel a wave of triumph pass through her as she felt his warm breath on her ear and his warm cock in her pussy and she smiled to herself. Jon soon broke out of his trance, his orgasm seeming to have cleared his mind. Panicking he suddenly lifted himself up on his arms, looking down at Sophie’s body beneath him. Scrambling to his feet his cock sliding from her he stood back. She just lay there in the straw, flat on her front her legs spread, her pussy weeping cum, his cum. Jon turned and ran from the stall leaving his clothes where they lay. Sophie continued to lay there a look of total satisfaction on her face. In her mind she knew her plan was beginning to work. The next morning Sophie relaxed in her bath enjoying the feeling of the warm scented water on her skin. The red marks on her body where the straw had scratched where clearly visible how her father had not noticed she didn’t know. How she hated him, she recalled how he had come to her again last night. She had lain in bed watching television. A loose silk slip covering her upper body, her legs hidden beneath the covers. Her windows all open, how she loved the feel of the cold night air as it breezed into her room. The cold had hardened her nipples and they stood out through the delicate silk. The knock at the door had startled her, but she simply turned her head to look as the door opened. It made a gentle noise as it moved across the thick carpet. Then the footsteps and soon he was standing in the doorway closing the door behind him. Repulsed by his arrogance, he simple came to her room naked. No attempt made to hide his intentions. He smiled darkly, how she hated him, knowingly inside though she too smiled, soon she would get to him. She remembered how he walked to her bedside and just stood there. His limp cock thrust towards her face. She recalled how she leaned towards him, taking him in her hands and then her mouth. As soon as he was hard she rolled onto her side, bending at the waist she offered herself to him. His rough hands on her hips pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. Crouching at the side of the bed he forced himself into her. Sophie winced as she remembered the pain he caused. He then roughly fucked her groping at her breasts through the silk and pulling at her hair. She was glad when he came, as she knew he would soon be gone, and he was. Climbing from the bath she lightly dried herself before putting on a long flowing silk robe. Walking through the house Sophie could not help but wonder why her father wanted to fuck his daughter. True he had been without a wife for almost ten years since her mothers death, but he had money and good looks for a man his age. He could get any woman he wanted. Sophie thought how although to everyone outside he showed his love for her with gifts. Ever since her mothers death she had always had whatever she wanted. Really she often suspected that it was just to keep her out of his way. She recalled her early childhood as she walked out of the house and along the side of the pool. She thought of how much fun she had had with her mother, thinking about it she could not really recall seeing her father at all. The first vivid memory of him was at her mothers funeral. Ever since then he had been around but she was always too preoccupied with the gifts he brought her to care. Only now these last few weeks had he begun to take an interest in her. Only when she brought around boys. It was as if he only took an interest in her now others did. She had heard nothing more from her lover that had fled her room that night, fled from between her legs, only to replaced by her father. Sophie wandered on down toward her stables. Walking in she began looking round until she found what she was looking for. Jon turned round as she entered the tack room where he was tending to her saddle. He looked at Sophie anxiously as she walked toward him, he opened his mouth as if to speak. Sophie simply lifted her finger to her lips. Standing just inches from him she slowly opened her robe, lifting it open exposing the pale mounds of her breasts, her flat stomach and the soft down of her pussy. Kneeling before him she swiftly opened his trousers, pulling his cock free it was already beginning to harden beneath her touch. Caressing it between her hands she felt it grow harder and longer, Jon began to sigh heavily. Extending her tongue Sophie touched the head of his cock as if tasting it before lowering her head down. She began to suck greedily her hands massaged the base of his cock and his balls as her head bobbed up and down. Jon soon began to moan loudly he reached his hands out and began to run his fingers through her hair. Sophie quickly swatted his hands away from her. He dropped his hands back to his sides. All she wanted how was to feel the cock in her mouth to feel in control. With laboured breathing Jon soon reached his climax, pulling her head back Sophie continued to pump his cock with her hands as it began to spurt. Long white spurts shot out onto her bare chest, running down her torso towards her navel. As the last dribbles of cum ran from his cock Sophie took him back in her mouth, tasting the last of his cum, licking him clean. Standing up Sophie took a cloth from a nearby bench and wiped the remaining cum from her body. She then simply closed her robe and left the tack room. Jon just stood there his limp cock still hanging from his trousers. So it continued for the next few weeks, everyday Sophie would go to the stables and fuck and suck Jon. Then at night, every night, her father would come to her and take her. After a time she began to prepare for him, expecting him, making herself wet. Then one day as Sophie walked out to the stables she saw a van parked out in the yard. She smiled inwardly to herself, this would be her last test she thought to herself, then she would be ready. Although slightly nervous the past few weeks had give Sophie confidence in her ability to control men as she desired. Adjusting the straps of her halter neck top Sophie gentle brushed her hands down over her breasts and across her flat stomach. As she turned into the stable door her loose combat trousers scrapped across the stone cobbles, as she wore no shoes. Moving through the stables Sophie was drawn to her destination by the noise. Turning at the entrance to Panther’s stall she looked at the strong man bent over with her horses hoof in his powerful hands. “Morning Sam,” she called brightly leaning up against the frame of the stall. Looking up from his work. “Good morning Miss,” he replied before lowering his head back to his work. Sam was the farrier a strong well built man and also not that bad looking in Sophie’s opinion. He stood just over six feet with powerful broad shoulders, his rough black hair was slightly balding in the middle despite his relatively young age. Letting Panther’s leg fall from his grip Sam stood up. “Nearly done now Miss,” he said, “should be out of your way in a couple of minutes.” “Oh don’t worry,” she said flashing a smile at him, “I’m in no rush. I like to watch you work.” Sophie walked into the stall and lent up against the cast iron trough at the far end. Her hands out to either side, her fingers twisted into the bars of the metal and she thrust her chest forward. Sam continued his work occasionally he would glance back toward Sophie and she just beamed a smile back at him. He couldn’t help but look at her chest as it was pushed forward against her top, but he just smiled to himself as he continued to work. As he finished his work Sam stood upright, turning to put his tools away he was met by Sophie who had snuck up close behind him. Sam took half a step back in surprise, Sophie just eyed him and gave a half smile out of one side of her mouth. She took a step forward bringing her body just inches from his. She looked up into his face, he looked down into her face and then his eyes wandered down to her chest, he could see right down between her breasts. Picking his eyes up Sam looked directly into Sophie’s gaze, trying to read her thoughts. He felt the familiar feeling of arousal begin to stir. Sophie was the first to make a move as her hand gently brushed against the front of Sam’s trousers. He knew now the game was on. He had often thought about Sophie when he came to her stables but never dreamt of trying it on. Reaching forward Sam placed his strong rough hands on Sophie’s waist and looking deeply in her eyes for any sign of objection began to lift her top. As her breasts sprang free Sam tossed the top to the floor and placed his hands back on her waist. Slowing moving them up Sam grazed the underside of her breasts, Sophie giggled lightly. She let him continue to slowly explore her breasts loving the feel of his rough hands on her soft skin. Suddenly Sophie jumped back from him and screamed startling Panther. “Jon,” she screamed, “Jon!” Sam just looked on dumfounded, then suddenly Sophie jumped towards him her arms round his neck locking herself onto his body. Sam suddenly threw her to the ground, with the force of being thrown Sophie rolled in the straw and hit the wooden wall just as Jon ran into the stall. Everything just stopped for a moment as they all looked to each other. Jon stood in the entrance to the stall a look of surprise on his face. He looked down at Sophie as she lay in the straw naked from the waist up, her hair dishevelled with bits of straw. Sam stood there the same dumfounded look on his face. Sophie slowly got to her feet. Brushing some of the straw from her she made no attempt to hide her breasts. “You alright Miss,” stammered Jon. “Yes, yes, I think so Jon. I’m so glad you’re here,” she said moving towards him. “Sam here thought he could get something for free.” Sam just stood blankly looking at Sophie as she stood next to Jon placing her arms across her chest. He stammered trying to speak but he could think of nothing to say, his thoughts tripping over themselves in his head. “I’ll make this easy for you Sam,” Sophie said strongly, “Jon has just seen you try and attack me and if you say otherwise, to anyone, I will go straight to my father and Jon will back me up.” Sam just stood and nodded his understanding. “Now, I know what you want, and you can have it, but remember you play by my rules.” Sophie walked out from behind Jon. “You so much as suggest to anyone what happens here then I go to my father.” The blank look on Sam’s face showed his utter confusion. “I’ll put it simply,” Sophie said a soft rasp in her voice, “you get to fuck me, but you can never tell anyone. You understand?” “Yes,” stammered Sam, his predicament dawning on him but his excitement growing as her words, “fuck me,” resonated round his head. “Good then,” Sophie laughed, “I want both of you to strip naked, last one in the next stalls a sissy.” Sophie giggled as she vaulted the divide between Panther’s stall and the empty one next to it. Sophie spun round in the empty stall waiting for her men to join her. Jon already knowing the drill was the first to appear walking through the entrance to the stall. His cock swinging before him had already begun to harden. Sam entered the stall behind Jon, he still looked a little uneasy. Sophie almost gasped but managed to contain herself as she saw Sam’s cock. Although he was a he was a large man anyway his cock seamed huge to her. Even though it was not yet hard. “Come and get it boys,” Sophie taunted squeezing her breasts and brushing her hand down to her crotch. Hooking her thumbs into the belt loops of her trousers and pushing them down exposing the top of her black thong. Jon knowing the drill walked towards Sophie, although a little put off by Sam being there he knew he had no choice and might as well make the most of it. Walking round the back of her he placed his hands on her breasts and pressed his growing cock against her ass. Sam looked on his excitement starting to return as he watched Jon’s hands slide over Sophie’s bare torso. He walked towards them, towering over Sophie as stood just inches from her. The head of his growing cock brushed against the material of her trousers. Sophie let her hands reach down taking Sam’s cock she began to stroke it lightly feeling it grow in her hands. Soon it was standing upright the veins pressing out, she squeezed a glob of clear liquid from his tip and spread it round. Bending down Sophie placed her lips on the tip of Sam’s cock, and began to roll her tongue around the head. As she did so Jon’s hands fell from her breasts to her waist. As Sophie bent over the top of her black thong rode up above the waistband of her trousers. Reaching round Jon unfastened her trousers and tugged them down to her ankles. Kneeling behind her he looked directly at her black clad pussy peeking out from between her legs. Placing his face against Sophie’s pussy he began to breath deeply. Sophie groaned into Sam’s cock as she felt the warm breath on her. Without letting Sam’s cock from her mouth Sophie stepped out of her trousers and placed her legs further apart. As she did so Jon could see the material of her thong strain to contain the folds of her opening pussy. Pushing the material to one side Jon pressed into her with her tongue probing the moistened folds of flesh. Sophie started bobbing up and down furiously on Sam’s cock her blond locks bouncing wildly. Taking his cock from her mouth she continued to pump it with her hand. “Fuck me Jon,” she panted before planting her mouth back onto Sam’s cock. Standing up Jon positioned himself at Sophie’s entrance, holding her thong to one side he pressed into her. Sophie thrust back to meet him loving the feeling as Jon pulled back on her thong using it like a rein. Before long Sophie could feel Sam was ready to come and she continued to suck feverishly on him. Suddenly clutching her hair up behind her head he thrust into her. Sophie gagged as felt the head of his cock in her throat. His first spurt of cum went straight down her throat but as she fought back trying to pull her head back the second and third spurts landed in her mouth and then got spat out with her saliva in a long trail as she gagged. Composing herself she managed to contain the remaining cum in her mouth, swallowing it back she continued to suck at his cock as it started to deflate. Standing back Sam looked on as Jon continued to pound into Sophie from behind. Sophie looked up at him. Her face looked drawn saliva and cum still clung to her chin. Looking up at him Sophie managed a smile for him. Sophie lifted her body up allowing Jon to place his hands back on her breasts, her back now pressed against his chest. Squatting slightly Jon continued to pound up into her. Suddenly Jon cried out as he came, his hands clasped at Sophie’s breasts his fingers drawing red marks across them. As he shot his cum up into her she reached down to her clit and with only a few quick strokes she too came. Gripping the back of Jon’s head with her hands her feet lifted from the ground as her body convulsed in orgasm. Leaning back slightly Jon supported her on him continuing to push up into her as the last pangs of his orgasm pulsed through him. Exhausted Jon lowered Sophie until her feet were back on the straw. Holding her waist with his hands to hold her up he pulled out of her. As he did so a long stream of their combined cum ran to the ground. Gasping for breath Sophie stood there for a moment supported by Jon. She looked towards Sam his cock almost hard again at watching her orgasm. “Fuck me Sam,” she panted, “I want to feel your big cock in me.” Breaking free from Jon’s hold on her, Sophie walked forward and took Sam’s cock in her hand. Looking deeply into Sam’s eyes she squeezed his cock letting out a soft moan from her lips. Letting go of Sam’s cock Sophie turned round and sank to the ground on all fours, arching her back, showing her soaking pussy to him. Kneeling down, Sam placed the head of his cock between the folds of her pussy. Thrusting hard he entered her in one stroke. Sophie groaned as his cock stretched her wider than anyone had before. Holding her by the hips Sam held her back against him, savouring the feeling of her warmth. Continuing to hold her hips Sam slowing began to draw out of her. Soon he was sawing backwards and forwards ferociously. Sophie began to squeal with pleasure each time he reached his deepest point within her. Looking down on this scene Jon began pumping his cock in his hand. The blood beginning to return, he felt it grow in his hand. Kneeling down he offered his cock to Sophie’s mouth. Sophie gladly took him. As Jon thrust into her mouth she could taste their combined juices on him. Jon began to thrust into her mouth with the same ferocity that Sam thrust into her pussy. Sophie was helpless to her desires; she relaxed her body and her mouth and allowed her men to have their way with her. Soon Sophie began to feel another orgasm rise within her. As her men continued to thrust she was powerless to control it. No sooner had she thought about then it was upon her. Her body convulsed, her squeals muffled by the cock in her throat. She would have collapsed for exhaustion however Sam and Jon held her up as they continued to thrust into her. Jon was the first to cum. Pulling his cock from her mouth as he reached the point of no return he pumped it in his hand as he came. The first spurts landed on Sophie’s face and hair before he pushed his cock back to her lips. She was too exhausted to swallow and the last spurts ran down her chin. Sam too reached his second orgasm pulling his cock from her he let go of her hips. Sophie no longer able to support herself fell flat into the straw. Sam continued to pump his cock as the spurts of his semen landed on her back and on her ass. Both Sam and Jon slumped back onto the straw exhausted. They both looked at each other and then down at Sophie as she lay there. Her hair matted with sweat, her face, back and ass covered in cum. As Sophie lay with her eyes close, ‘what a slut I am she thought, abused by two men.’ Smiling inwardly to herself, ‘but totally in control. Now I’m ready.’