The Corruption of Sophie [MF] – part 2

Sophie sat in her bed, in the position Jack had wanted her. She was trembling uncontrollable as she tried to will her hearing to capture every detail of what was going on in the other room. He was here, he was here in her apartment. He was for her, to make her submit to him, to fuck her. The apartment was silent, she hadn’t turned on her music yet, she’d do that when things began. How would he do this? He hadn’t mentioned what he was planning. Did he even have a plan?

Would they talk first? Maybe have a drink? She had gotten some vodka, he liked vodka. Maybe he brought some wine, she liked wine. She had prepared more for this than any first date she’d ever have, but now it was a date with a married man who stopped by on his way home to his wife and family for one purpose: to fuck her. She stared at her doorknob, listening as closely as she could from the bed.

She glanced quickly at the clock then back to the doorknob, willing it to turn. He had been here for over a minute now and she didn’t hear anything. Did he come in? Maybe he left? Her heart sank, Jack had rejected her. She knew it wasn’t that, but it didn’t matter. She had put herself out there for him and he rejected her before even seeing her. She could feel her tears start to form; her heart felt broken. This wasn’t romance but he had rejected her anyway and it stung more than any breakup.

She heard a shuffling. He is here. Her sadness switched to nervousness again. She was on a rollercoaster for this unseen man. She heard her couch move from someone sitting on it. Was he toying with her or in conflict himself? She almost called out “I’m in here, take me” it was the naughtiest thing she could think of. The sluttiest thing she’d ever actually said to a man. He was a man. Her other partners had been her age, when she was younger, but this was a man. A man with more experience than her and her past lovers combined. He had had more lovers than she had friends. A man was here, just outside her door.

She heard a loud clack on her floor, he was taking his shoes off. Would he come in naked, or in his boxers? The sound was followed but a few moments of silence. She willed her door to open, she wanted him to come in, to be with her. The doorknob turned as the door slowly crept open. She looked up waiting for him to come in from the darkness to find her in her lit room. The door opened and she saw him. Jack was here.

He looked good. His description matched him, as rough as it was. He had a beard though, god she loved beards, they hadn’t talked about facial hair, but damn he had a beard. He was older, old enough to be her father, though her actual father was much older. She looked him in the eye and gave a nervous smile, she wanted to say something sexy. She managed to say a breathy, nervous “hi” with a twiddle of her finger. He put his finger to his lips to silence her. She lowered her hand and waited.

He stood in the open doorway, looking her over. There was a mixture of confidence and conflict in his eyes. He was still debating, he was fully dressed, except his shoes, looking over Sophie and debating on if she was worth all of this. She saw his eyes go to her chest, presented for him, knowing he knew they weren’t the size she promised. She wanted to explain, but would that seem desperate? Any more desperate than inviting him here? He stepped forward into the room. He shut the door behind him. It was just them, all alone.

In porn and in the stories, this would be the part where the man said something sexy, or the girl said something sexy. There were no words here, just stares. He looked her over, she looked him in the eyes, trying to discern what he was thinking. HIs demeanor seemed so serious. He was in his work clothes, in an office job. She was led to believe it was in tech, but what was true about any of this. Sophie’s thoughts were true, she’d do anything, anything he wanted. He had given her more pleasure with his fingers on a keyboard than any man had with their entire body.

Jack motioned with his hand for her to approach. Sophie got off the bed and walked over as she watched his face. She got closer to him as her head moved to keep her eyes on his. He was tall. She got close to him; she could touch him if she wanted to. He stood in front of her looking down into her eyes, silent. The top of her head barely reached the bottom of his, she felt so small. She shook in front of him, her eyes pleading ‘accept me’.

She didn’t see his hand move, but she felt it. The fingertips were on her ass lightly tracing around the flesh. She shook and just looked him in the eyes, smiling widely. He never broke a smile. He wasn’t frowning, just in control. She tried to lean up to kiss him, but he just turned his head a bit to let her know “not yet”. She still hadn’t gotten him yet, she wanted him but still, still did not have him yet.

His hand moved along her skin, the other hand joining it. He kept her a bit away but so close, so, so close. One hand moved to the front of her panties, staying on the material as it found her pussy. She was already getting wet; she could smell herself in the room. She watched as Jack breathed in through his nose, he could smell her too.

His hand moved to the top of Sophie’s panties and started to pull them down. HIs face lowered as he moved them down, the band moving over her plump ass as it came down. His face got closer to hers and she moved in to kiss him, her lips just touched his. He moved his head away and stopped pulling her panties down. Sophie stood there, confused. He gave a brief smile then moved in close, opening his mouth to kiss her and held it in front of her mouth.

She stayed still this time, breathing in his breath as she waited mouth open wanting him to move forward to kiss her. He moved his hands down, sliding her panties down further keeping her from a kiss she so desired. Jack moved his head down, past her mouth as his breath danced on her body. He was stripping her out of the only piece of clothing she wore for him. He had only taken off his shoes.

She felt him breathe on her pussy, Hot breath, then cold air. She watched as he helped step out of the panties as he looked at her wet pussy. “It’s all yours” she thought, not daring speak. He stood up and looked down at her again and gave her a smile. He was going to do it. Sophie would be the woman that Jack cheated with. She was what tempted him, among all those he talked with, she was the one to make things a reality.

Sophie reached her hands up to find his belt and began to move it. Jack gave a wicked smile at her and took her hands away, panties still in his hands. He was in control tonight. With control and without force, he placed her hands behind her back, putting them together. She knew what that meant, no touching.

He moved closer, pulling her hands behind her back to lead her backwards. They were going to the bed. “Yes, yes, yes” is all that was on Sophie’s mind. Jack stopped as his hands moved to her bare ass, caressing it as he looked her in the eyes. He leaned in close. “Kiss me” Sophie thought as she felt his hands caress harder, feeling his hands and metal on her skin. His ring, his wedding ring. He was married. She had tempted a married man to her bed.

He pulled her up by her ass and kissed her. She couldn’t hold back, and she kissed him back like she’s never kissed before. She stood up on her tip toes to reach his face and he helped out by leaning down to meet her mouth. Their lips danced together in her room.

His hands moved from her body and she kept kissing him. She felt leather hit her stomach as the sound of his pants being removed filled her ears, followed by the thud of his pants hitting the floor. She kissed him harder till she lowered off her tip toes. Breathing heavy, she’s never kissed anyone like that.

Jack helped Sophie down to her knees as she looked him in the eyes. His lips were getting farther away, she was feeling smaller and smaller by the second. She looked in front of her and saw plaid, his boxers. Behind that small bit of material was the married cock that would fuck her. She was going to suck that cock like a whore. She looked up at him and licked her lips, she didn’t mean to do that, just reflex. God she was a whore tonight. She was a cock hungry whore and wanted to feast on his cock, drain his balls that had already produced children.

He pushed his boxers down as they dropped to meet his pants. She broke eye contact long enough to see his cock and it was…small and limp. “Oh god he lied about his cock” she thought. She knew they would grow when hard, but not that much. He was probably smaller than the other guys she’s been with. She didn’t care, she’d suck him anyway. She’d let him fuck her. She wanted it no matter what.

Jack moved her head up with his hand tenderly, she looked him in the eyes. She didn’t break his gaze as she felt the tip of his cock go in her mouth. He rested his hands on his hips, posing in front of her and commanded wordlessly “suck it”.

She obeyed eagerly. It wasn’t hard to take it all in her mouth, it was shorter than her finger. Her lips moved back and forth, pressing against his body as she took it all the way in. She had practiced for this, practiced for him. She could feel it start to grow; thank goodness it wouldn’t be that short. She moved her head back and forth, never letting his cock leave her mouth, never taking her eyes from his.

She felt it as it started to plump up in her mouth, felt as the soft member got harder and grew. She was doing that; she was making him hard. She breathed through her nose, like she practiced, keeping a good suction. Pressing her face down against his body and holding it, looking at him as he just smiled down at her.

She worked on the head, moving it around with her tongue in her mouth. She wanted to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had. The kind of blowjob that a man would cheat to get, the kind he was cheating to get. She opened her mouth up wide to show him how her tongue was playing with his head. “Look how good you could have it with me, sir” She thought, she wasn’t sure what he wanted her to call him.

The cock left her mouth for an instance, but it found its way back in her eager, whore mouth. “Back down, take it in deep” she thought, just like how I practiced. She forced her head down quickly and almost gagged. It had hit the back of her throat. She stopped and looked down. She lips weren’t against him and he was deeper, much deeper than before. Shit how big do these things grow? God, she didn’t know anything at all about sex. She looked up at him, eyes wide and he smiled widely.

She moved back and tried again to take him. Fuck this is harder than it looked, she thinks. She gags again. “Come on, you practiced” she thinks. She looks up at him and he’s smiling at her with his cock in her mouth. She breathes in, focusing, then moves her head down. She feels it reach her throat, “just a bit more” she thinks, pushing herself. She watches him “I can do this for you” she thinks, pushing herself further. Then it happens; her lips meet his body. She pushes more, the hardest she’s ever tried to please a man, to make him want her. She forces her mouth onto his skin, cock buried in her mouth, looking to him for approval.

“Good girl” he finally says. HIs voice, she’s heard his voice. Its deep, sexy deep. Not like a deep bass, but it’s a man’s voice. That was it. Sophie pulled back and let her inner slut loose. She moves her mouth along his shaft, sucking him like she dreamed, better than she dreamed. She closes her eyes as she sucks, hearing the glurk, glurk, glurk noise she’s heard in porn but never from her.

She moves the cock out of her mouth and let her lips move along the shaft. Down one side, back up the other. She takes it back in her mouth and fucks his cock with her face, never releasing her hands from behind her back. She looks up at his face and sees his eyes close in pleasure. He gasps, breaking his control. She had made him loose control. She takes his cock back in deep and smiles up at him “I got you” she thinks “you can’t resist me”. She’s never felt so sexy in her life.

She moves her head back slowly, as he reaches down to touch her face. It’s a gentle touch, he’s regained his composure. Jack makes sure to let the metal of his ring glide along her face. She playfully moves her head back and forth in quick motions to tease him. He moves his hand from her face and slides off his ring, setting it on the dresser. “He’s mine tonight” she thinks.

Sophie moves her head back slowly, glancing at Jack’s cock to see how hard and wet it is. Glistening with her slobber. She rests herself on her knees as his cock leaves her mouth, a rope of spit connecting them. She shakes her head and breaks the rope, giggling a bit. God being a slut is more fun than she thought. She looks up at him and smiles, leaning forward to play with the head with her tongue. She takes a good look at it. Damn it did get big. She looks up at him and winks at him to let him know “I want to fuck that”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ewvoh3/the_corruption_of_sophie_mf_part_2