The Corruption of Sophie [MF] – part 3

Sophie looked up at Jack, her married lover and beamed. She had just managed to get him hard with her mouth and she wanted more, the look on his face said he wanted more too. He had been in charge but tender this whole visit, she was ready for some nice deep love making, it had been something they had played out online, well one of many, many things.

He helped her to her feet in front of him and lowered his head to kiss her, it was a wonderful kiss. Sophie could just melt in his arms, as she stroked him. She needed to keep him ready, she needed to have him inside of her. How was he going to do it, lay her down and climb on top? Maybe he’d lay down so she could get on top, he said he never gets that? Sophie pictured all the ways she had thought about this, anxious to find out how she would please him.

His hands slowly moved up her body and onto her arms. This is it, its going to happen. Sophie was shaking, ready to be taken. Jack’s grip tightened slightly and spun her around and pushed her onto the bed. She collapsed on it and almost fell, she steadied herself as he took her hips and moved them up, slapping her ass for good measure. She almost moaned out “take me daddy” but didn’t say anything, he had mentioned he was sometimes called ‘daddy’ by women in the past, but never by someone who was young enough to be his daughter.

Her head buried in her bed; she couldn’t see it; but she felt the head of his cock on her opening. “God its happening, this is happening”. She felt the tip pass into her, he’s in her now. She had a married man inside of her. She moaned into the mattress, thinking how she wanted more.

Smack.

Jack had slammed his body into Sophie’s and buried himself in deep. He was bigger than her modest toy and now he was all the way into her, without warning.

Smack………..smack………..smack……….smack.

Sophie gasped, he was really going to town on her, not holding back. He was thrusting in hard as she felt herself move deeper onto her bed, the bed that never had a man in it before.

Smack………smack…..smack…smack..smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Sophie panted into her bed, fuck this was more than she bargained for. There wasn’t any tenderness left, just raw lust. She couldn’t do this, he had to let up. “Pickle” she thought, the safe word. He had to slow down, to give her a chance to process. “Pickle, just say pickle, he’ll stop but not completely, just give her a second to…” She turned her head, she wanted to make sure he heard her over the sound of her ass slamming against his body.

Sophie saw the porn playing in her mirror. An older man was fucking a younger girl, fucking her hard. Using her body to satisfy all his pent-up lust, using this slut for one purpose, pleasure. The porn starring her. She saw her ass smashing against him, her tits bouncing from the force, she saw her giving herself to him. All she said was “paaaaa….”.

Jack slowed for a second, as Sophie knew he was listening. He would have stopped, but that’s not what she wanted. She pushed her ass back onto him and put her face back into her bed. “Take it slut” she called herself in her head, that’s what she was tonight for the first time, a slut.

She moved her hips and he helped her; grabbing onto her he moved her back and forth on him. The sound was growing louder, echoing in her room. She had forgotten the music, but she didn’t care. Hopefully her neighbors were out still. She wasn’t unable to stifle moans but couldn’t make words. She tried to keep quiet but sang out in a lusty verse.

“Aaahhh…ahhhhh..aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh” she felt herself saying, she was normally so quiet. She was joined by Jack’s grunts “unngggh…unnggh..unnnghhhh”. She grabbed onto the sheets, listening to their song of passion. She never sang this song before and she knew, or at least thought, it had been awhile for him too. She listened to the rhythm of their bodies as they sang out. This was what she dreamed about late at night, and during the day, every time she read his words. This is what she pictured, long before it was a possibility and now it was happening.

Their song got a new instrument, his phone. He growled at its introduction and Sophie’s heart sank when she heard it chime in. They were going to stop, he had to stop, it might be someone, it was probably his wife. Reality came rushing in with the melodic tone, this was over.

Jack didn’t stop. His movement became more rabid, thrusting into her; thrusting and pushing her further into the bed. She grabbed the sheets hard as she felt herself start to shake. ‘Yes ignore her’ she thought, feeling victorious over an unseen woman.

The tone stopped as her orgasm began to arrive; as she was being hammered into the bed. She was cumming hard, her grip on the sheets pulling the fitted sheet from the bed. She stuffed the material into her mouth, this was going to be huge and she couldn’t scream. She had to be quiet. The phone rang again.

Sophie wailed into the sheets, she muffled a “FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK” into the fabric, listening to the married man take her while his wife wanted him. She bucked her hips against his body, craving every bit of him she could get. She was his slut tonight; he had chosen her over his wife. He began to moan and then she felt him thrust into her hard, pushing her face first into the bed.

He didn’t move, but she could feel it. She felt a weird feeling inside of her as he buried himself into her. He was cumming inside of her. Jack’s phone had stopped ringing and he was still pushing into her, groaning. He was filling her with his seed, his married seed, while his wife was trying to find him.

It was seconds that passed like hours or was it a second. He was inside of her, neither of them moving; just heavy breathing. She could talk to him now, she wanted that. She wanted to pull him to her lips and kiss him, lay in bed bathing in their lust and passion. She felt him pull out and started to turn. His pants were up, and he was fixing his belt.

His phone rang again, she looked up at him and saw him moving to the door, pulling out his phone. The door was shut, and she heard his voice again.

“sorry honey, had the phone on vibrate, what’s up?” Silence as his wife was probably speaking. Sophie kept quiet; she didn’t want to ruin this. She wanted to talk to him, to hold him, to kiss him. She stayed in her position, ass in the air towards the door. Maybe they’d have some more sex, twice in one night, another in her list of firsts she had done.

She heard her front door open “yea I can grab milk on my ….” The door shut. He was outside. Jack had left. Maybe he’s coming back. Sophie sat in her position and after a few minutes moved to a sitting position. He’s coming back…right?

She sat for almost ten minutes, waiting for him to return. He wasn’t coming back. Her hands went up to her mouth. “oh my god, I just got used” she said in realization. She had been used, by a married man on his way home to his normal life. He had come over and fucked her and barely even said anything. He treated her like a slut and she…loved it.

She had always felt looked over, they one that when she went out with her friend that the group of guys would send the lamest guy to distract. The one that they’d ask, “so is your friend available?”. But now someone risked it all to be with her and done something she always wanted. She giggled.

She cleaned herself up, showering while rubbing herself. She hoped she was a good whore, she wanted to do this again, but had resigned herself to this being a onetime thing. She dried herself of and looked at her phone. She had a message “I had fun, can’t talk now. We should do this again sometime”. She smiled and held the phone to herself “yes, of course” she moaned to herself.

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