Sophie's Revenge Ch. 01

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.