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By (user no longer on site) OP 38 weeks ago
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Sophie then began to remove my clothing. Slowly, deliberately brushing my naked skin when ever she would, just a brief light touch. Never lingering long..
The moment my cock sprang free was the moment I realised how turned on I was. My precum had soaked through my boxers, my cock was glistening, a long fluid string heading towards the floor.
Sophie put 2 fingers out and let it pool between them, pushed her fingers into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, forcing me to taste myself.
My cock lurched upwards.....
THere’s the next part — stepping into Sophie’s apartment, where her control and the tension sharpen even more before anything happens.
The hallway was dim, lit only by a single lamp with a deep amber shade. It gave everything a warm, intimate glow — but it also made the shadows longer, deeper.
Sophie closed the door behind us with a soft click, and for a moment, the silence felt louder than the bar had been.
Her heels tapped against the polished wooden floor as she led me into the main room. The place was immaculate, curated. Dark leather sofa, glass coffee table, a shelf of books in neat, deliberate order. Candles flickered on the mantle, their scent faintly sweet but laced with something spicier — like cinnamon and smoke.
Sophie released my hand only to shrug off her coat, revealing the sleek black dress beneath. It clung to her like it had been designed for her alone. She draped the coat over a chair and turned to face me.
“You’re still here,” she said, as if testing whether I understood the significance of that fact.
I nodded, but she shook her head slowly. “Words, darling.”
“Yes.”
The smirk returned — small, approving. “Good. Then I’ll tell you how this works.”
She crossed the room, picking up a half-filled glass from the coffee table and taking a slow sip. “Everything that happens in here is because I want it. Not because you do. You might enjoy it, but that’s incidental. You’re here to follow, to obey, and to prove that what you did in the bar wasn’t just a performance.”
I felt the echo of that moment — the heat of her gaze on me, the weight of her challenge.
Sophie set down her glass and came toward me, her steps unhurried, her eyes never leaving mine. When she stopped in front of me, close enough that her perfume enveloped me again, she reached up and lightly brushed my jaw with her fingertips.
“You’ve shown me you’ll do what I ask,” she murmured. “Now, let’s see how far you’ll let me take you.”
She stepped back, gesturing toward a low chair in the corner. “Sit. And don’t move until I tell you.”
If you like, I can now write the slow, deliberate build from this moment into the next level of intimacy — with Sophie orchestrating every movement, every word — keeping it hot, dominant, and sophisticated.
Do you want me to take it there?
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Two short raps, like the person already knew they were expected.
Sophie’s smile deepened — not warm, but satisfied. She didn’t even look at me as she crossed the room and opened the door.
The man from the bar stepped inside without hesitation. He still had that same calm, unreadable presence, like nothing about this was unusual. Sophie closed the door behind him and turned back toward me.
“I invited him,” she said simply. “Thought we could… revisit your little performance. But this time, I want to see if it was luck, or if you really understand what obedience means.”
She gestured toward the man, then stepped aside to watch.
I stood still, my pulse pounding in my ears. The memory of the bar was fresh enough to make my stomach tighten, but her eyes — steady, expectant — left no room for refusal.
“Go on,” Sophie murmured. “You remember how.”
The man moved closer, slow and deliberate, his expression giving nothing away. Sophie’s gaze never wavered from me, even as I stepped toward him, naked and harder than I have ever been.
The distance closed. The air seemed to thicken. I was aware of every breath, every sound — the faint creak of the floorboards, the quiet hum of the city outside the window.
Sophie shifted to lean against the wall, arms crossed, her lips curved into that infuriating half-smile. “Keep your eyes on me,” she said, voice low but firm. “I want to watch you do this for me.”
I obeyed, my focus locked on her as the rest unfolded — the motions clear, the intent undeniable, but the details lost in the haze of her gaze. Every flicker of approval in her expression hit harder than anything else happening in the room.
The man gently cupped my face but with enough strength to lower me to my knees, still holding my head with one hand, freed his pulsating member from his jeans and guided it into my mouth.
Id already tasted his cum tonight but his cock had a taste of its own, slightly salty, musty almost sweaty.
He tilts his head back and lets out a deep breath. I take more and more of his cock into my mouth as slowly as I can, working up saliva between my tongue and his shaft. I only get about half way down on his rod when his head makes contact with the back of my throat. My lips sealed, I hold him in my mouth, tasting his warmth. For the first time in my life, a man's thick cock is heating my tongue and lips. I can feel his hot tip pointing down my throat, his heartbeat is pumping blood through the veins in his shaft.I had no idea what to do so I just did what I liked being done to me. He responded really well and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged it when he pushed it too deep but I just could not get enough.
Sophie spoke sternly, almost woke me from this dream, "I want him to cum in your mouth"
I understood the command, i had no choice, i wanted her so bad i went back to work sucking his hard cock, taking as much as I could in my mouth. Then I felt him go all stiff and his cock twitched and started to cum.
He held my head as he pumped his seed down my throat.
Again he never stopped. How could he cum so much? I swallowed and yet it still came. Again and again salty goodness I swallowed until he withdrew. I flicked my tongue across the tip, savouring the last drop as her put his still hard cock back within the demin
He stepped back, almost disappeared into the gloom of the room, I could still feel his presence but just out of sight.
Sophie knelt before me. Her dress had ridden up, black lace panties came into view. I wanted her more than ever now
She kissed me — slow, lingering, tasting faintly of gin and triumph.
“Now,” she said against my lips, “you’ve really earned me.”
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