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
