The Corruption of Sophie [MF] – part 1

Sophie looked at her body in the mirror, trying to see it from all sides. She was in her light green panties, with little strawberries on it. Some of her regular “cute” panties. God, she hated being seen as “cute”. Turning to the side she can see her plump ass in the mirror, poking out around the sides of the panties. It looked big, she thought, was it too big? Wait would it be big enough? Would he like it? Jack had said he liked big butts, his wife had one, at least he said she did.

Her ass wasn’t the biggest worry, not by far. She turned to the mirror and cupped her tits; far smaller than the C cup she had said she had. What she told him long before she wanted to meet him, back when it was just chatting. Back when he was just another person to share a story with. She liked creating sexy stories with strangers, it gave her an outlet for what she wanted to do. She never thought…she never thought she’d actually do anything like this. Sophie released her chest and watched as they gave just a bit of a bounce. She sighed; Jack would be disappointed for sure.

Going over to her bed she sat down, glancing at the clock. 7:01. He’d be here in 30 minutes or so, if he even came. She didn’t dare look at the mirror but looked to her table at her laptop and sighed. Sophie was a “good” girl, in both reputation and action. The few times she had actually had sex was with boyfriends and it was always awkward. Lights off or low, candles lit, music playing so no one would hear. Deep inside of her, she wanted something else, if only once. That’s where the stories came in, that was where she could live.

She had found a site that had erotic stories, both written out and requests for people to help form them, roleplays. She only read them at first, thinking how fun it sounded. Eventually, she responded to some requests and played out the ideas. Real Sophie was naive, but online Sophie, fake Sophie, her imagined Sophie; now she was a slut. She had been gangbanged, shared, bred, fucked in public and alone. She tried so hard to help the men online fulfill their fantasies, she wanted to please, to be someone not like herself. Then she saw Jack’s post.

He had had an idea. It featured a normal sounding guy with someone like Sophie. Quite a bit like Sophie. She responded, he replied, and they were off. The scene unfolded slowly, she played like how she would, how she wishes she actually could. She had spent the first night typing and rubbing and she came. The scene hadn’t even gotten to the sex and she had already orgasmed to the very thought of this happening to her, actually to her. A few days and a couple of orgasms later, it had come to the conclusion.

While their online personas were getting acquainted, the real Sophie and Jack were also getting acquainted. They both were playing a bit naughtier version of themselves. Jack was actually married and much older than Sophie. He had never cheated and used the stories as an outlet. The fact he was married, and she was seducing him was such a turn on. Sophie felt like the sexy mistress, the dirty temptress she wished she could be. The scene added in more features of the real selves as it unfolded. They had kept talking even after their online sexcapade was completed with more flirting and more play between them featuring more of the real people than before.

Sophie looked at the drawer containing her dildo, the dildo that Jack suggested she get. She got that because of him and had used it thinking of what they had said. She looked at the clock, 7:13. He would be here in a little over 15 minutes. Could she do this?

As they talked, they realized they lived in the same time zone and general area of the country. She didn’t dare give details and neither did he. She didn’t want anyone to find out about all this and he had quite a bit to lose. But they kept talking, flirting, playing. She worked his cock with her words, worked the dildo with her mouth. He had fucked her with his words, and she fucked herself with her toy. She played with herself when he couldn’t talk and he had said he did the same, even thinking of her when he was with his wife.

After so many messages that amounted to “what would you do if I was there?”, it all changed. She didn’t remember who it was, but finally someone asked a dangerous question. “Where are you from?” The other answered and then got the reply “me too”. They were close, this could happen, this could actually happen. They chatted for a bit after the question, then life got in the way and they didn’t speak for a few days.

Sophie was mixed up over these days. Who was Jack? Did she know him? She memorized his description: tall, brown hair and eyes, dad bod, good cock. Everywhere she looked guys matched that, well except the cock part, she couldn’t see that. What if he was someone she knew in real life? What if it was a coworker or a neighbor? Maybe the guy at the coffee shop? Someone at the grocery store? She’d see families and look at the dad, was she sucking his cock in her mind?

“Sorry work has been crappy, still want to talk?” He had written “yes I do, I’ve missed your cock in me” Sophie replied back and meant every word. They kept talking, now with the fact they actually could meet in their heads, things got more personal. Sophie had confessed what she wanted. She wanted to feel sexy and dirty; she wanted to be used by someone who wanted her. Jack had confessed things too, he had a bit of experience before he had been married. Some of the stuff they had talked about, he had actually done. But since he had been married, he had only been with his wife and those stories hadn’t involved her.

They kept talking for a couple of weeks, when Sophie got daring “How would you like to see me the first time you saw me?” Pictures were never exchanged, he couldn’t identify her, she couldn’t identify him. He didn’t respond for almost half an hour, then she got a message.

“I had been thinking of that. What I think would be fun would be this: I’d give you a time and date and you’d tell me where you live. I would want you waiting in your room, I know you live alone. I would want you waiting for me on your bed, on your knees, waiting for me. Waiting for me to come in your apartment, which would you leave unlocked for me. I’d come in to find you in your room, waiting, willing to do anything. Only in your panties. Letting me know that you are there to please me, to let me have my way with you. If your door was locked, I would leave, and we’d leave it at that. If you are dressed in more than your panties, we could talk and that would be that. You’d have every opportunity to stop it at any time. We would have a word we could say, and we would stop. “Pickle” would be the word. If I don’t show, you would know that I couldn’t go through with it, it wouldn’t be about you, but me. If I came in your apartment but not to your room, you’d know it was because I got scared, not because of what you looked like, but because of what it would cost me.

But know this: If and when I come into your room and I see you, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop myself. You could stop me, and I would stop. But I don’t think I’d have the strength to refuse you if you let me come in. If you were there, ready for me, I would take you, I would be in you, I would fuck you and only you could stop me”

She read the response and her heart raced. She typed out a response of her own.

“When would you think you could do that?”

“Tuesday, around 7”

“Make it 7:30, do you want my address?”

“yes”

She typed out her address and lingered over the send button, breathing heavy. That was on Sunday, in the evening. He was with his wife for sure. He was setting this up with his wife near him. Jack had mentioned that she didn’t see his screen, but she was there, and she was about to offer to do anything his wife wouldn’t. She clicked.

“See you then, I better go”

They didn’t talk on Monday; he was normally busy on Mondays. God, she knew his schedule, what had she become. That night she had shaved everything and picked out what she would wear. She had planned what she would do, she would wait as he asked. When he got in, she’d turn on music so the neighbors wouldn’t hear anything. Would he stay all night? Come in and leave? Would he fuck her and how? God, they had said so much, there was so many ways it could happen. She practiced with her toy all night, moaning his name as she played the local radio station. She watched porn making notes, doing research, she wanted it to be right.

Today was Tuesday and he hadn’t said anything. She didn’t dare say anything to him, she knew he might back out, and she couldn’t blame him. She was aroused and ashamed at work as she kept checking her messages, nothing. Then just after 2, she saw a message “7:30 still good?” She quickly responded; he had only sent it a minute ago “yes”. “see you then”. She left work early.

Sophie looked at her clock. It was 7:28. Jack would be here soon…no he might already be here. The visitor parking wasn’t far from where her apartment was. He might be in his car now, waiting and debating. The lights were out in her house, all but in her bedroom. Her bedroom wasn’t far from the door. There were only 2 real doors visible from the entrance and the bathroom door was open. He’d know which room she was in, waiting.

It was 7:29 now. Shit was she really going to do this? She could feel her heartbeat all over her body. Shit this was real. She was sitting on the bed, but stood up, almost naked in her room. Jack would be the first man to see her like this in so long. Hell, even her boyfriends hadn’t seen her like this.

7:30, the clock had changed to 7:30. Its time. She looked at her door, then to the clock, then to the door, then to the clock. She was breathing hard and shaking.

Then a thought hit her, she had lied about her breasts, what if he lied too. Was his name even “Jack” that’s such a generic name. She didn’t know anything about him, not really, he could be anyone. What….what if he was ugly? Did it matter? Fuck, it didn’t even matter what he looked like, he had already taught her more about sex than anyone had, and she hadn’t even seen him, felt him or kissed him. “I’m a slut” she said out loud to herself. He had done it, he had made her feel like a real slut.

She watched the clock counting the blinking colon between the numbers. Then it was 7:31. He’s not coming. Was this a blessing? She could still back out. She starts to move to her bedroom door, her goal to go lock her door. No, she couldn’t do this, this can’t happen. She stops, she wants this, she doesn’t want this. She rotates between a step, never moving, only rocking. Its 7:32. If she locks her door, she would have rejected him. Her ego would be safe. She’d still be a good girl; she’d still be a decent person. Her step to the door begins to complete when she hears it…the front door was opening.

She moves like a cat, jumping on the bed and getting into position without thinking. She fluffs her hair, getting into the position she practiced and puts her hand in her lap, making her arms push her small tits together. She didn’t even think about it, she just did it. She had submitted to Jack and was waiting. She wanted this.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ewv6w8/the_corruption_of_sophie_mf_part_1