The original post: /r/eroticliterature by /u/GoodGrlGoneBad124 on 2024-05-20 00:42:34.
[f4 older m; Sophie’s new friend]
She was finishing her workout on the treadmill, Taylor blasting in her AirPods. Sophie was 37, newly divorced, and had exactly zero responsibilities. No kids, no work, and most refreshingly—no husband. He wasn’t a bad guy, she’d just been a passenger for the last 6 years as he unsuccessfully battled depression and nearly drowned them both in the process.
At first, divorce felt like failure, which was not something Sophie had done a lot of. But the feeling of failure quickly turned into something more exciting. Sophie lost the ten pounds that had the difference between having a nice “mom body” and having a great body period.
When she’s signed up for tinder, she hadn’t exactly been subtle. She’d taken 3 photos, each that obscured her face bout little else. She was wearing a bathing suit in the house. It was tacky and a transparent effort to show off her body. But at 37, she wasn’t getting any younger and she hadn’t had good sex in so long she wasn’t sure if she remembered what it was.
The first date was blah. A successful, nice guy who might as well have been a clone of her ex-husband. The second was 30. She’d been flattered by his interest but talking to him was a chore. Then she’d met Steve. Well, they hadn’t even met yet. But they were talking every day and Sophie was …hooked.
She had no idea sexting could be this much fun. He’d started off slowly, respectfully, probing to see her interest.
“Hey, maybe it’s a good idea to see if we’d be compatible that way?”
He then said what he wanted — “I like when a woman kneels when she sucks my cock” and “I like it rough, pin your arms back and fuck you hard” — and Sophie realized it was what she wanted, too. It was like a dam broke, and years of sexual frustration poured out as she texted back and forth with this man. She felt reckless, telling this stranger from the internet things she hadn’t told anyone else before. Hell, she told him that she wanted to do things that she hadn’t even known she wanted until he talked about them.
They had made a plan to meet earlier in the week. He was divorced, 47, his two kids were with their mother. They hadn’t even made a pretense about going out to dinner; Steve had just he was free at 8:00 and she’d agreed to go to his apartment.
Once work was ended, Sophie shut down her computer and tried to burn her nervous energy off on the treadmill. 45 minutes later, she took a shower, careful to shave her pussy completely bare. She was excited enough that she didn’t feel hungry and she chewed gum to keep her breath fresh rather than eat. She put on a white pair of panties, a sports bra, and a light blue dress from lululemon.
All of a sudden it was time.
Outside his house, Sophie checked her phone. He had sent two messages since she left her house.
“Okay, see you soon.”
“It’s okay if I make you gag on it?”
Sophie looked around foolishly, as if someone might see her phone as she sat parked in her car on a deserted street outside his apartment. She felt sexy. She looked good and this man clearly wanted her and they were about to do intense, primal things. She smiled and text back.
“Fuck. Of course. I want to gag. on it.”
She couldn’t believe was being so reckless, texting this way to a man she had never met, about to go into his house alone. But it was true. She had felt ignored for so long and he wanted her in such a primal way.
Sophie checked herself in the mirror, then texted one more time.
“I’m here.”
The man who opened the door looked like the picture he had sent her — same nose, hair, facial structure. But he was bigger than Sophie expected. He had told her his size — 6’2”, 230 pounds — but it hadn’t really registered until Sophie was standing before him. She felt tiny, and even tinier as his big hand came to rest on your forearm, gently leading her into his entryway.
He was wearing track pants and a t-shirt with a college logo printed on it. His hair was damp, suggesting he had just showered. He seemed nervous and a little goofy. He said something about being glad she got there safely and that she looked pretty. Sophie didn’t know what to say and just murmured that she found his place no problem.
His large frame was standing in the narrow hallway, and there was no obvious place for Sophie to move. She looked up and they made eye contact and she saw that he nodded at her. She knew what he wanted, and she found that she wanted it too.
Sophie stepped forward and knelt down. Steve stepped toward her at the same time, and she started to unbuckle his pants. She was dimly aware that it was “wrong” to do this, to kneel down to suck a man’s cock within minutes of meeting him. But she didn’t care. She wanted it.
Steve had taken his cock out, and Sophie pulled his pants down to his ankles. It looked bigger than the pictures he had sent, probably because she hadn’t imagined that he was so big overall. She put her hands on his thighs and leaned forward, kissing his cock gently. Almost instantly, Steve took it in his hand and told her to “open up.”
Sophie did so, and felt Steve pushing forward. She inched backwards until her bum was against his wall, and then she sunk to the floor. Steve’s hands cradled her head, pushing it against the wall. At the same time, she felt his cock slide into her mouth and she heard him say
“Look up…”
Steve started to fuck her face, slowly at first. As his cock slid past her mouth and into her throat, Sophie tried to move her head backwards but found she couldn’t as it was pressed against the wall. She looked up, feeling momentarily panicked, and saw Steve smiling down at her.
“You okay?”
His cock was still in her mouth but he had stoped thrusting.
Sophie nodded.
“You can tell me if it’s too much.”
Sophie nodded again, and tried to relax her throat. Steve pushed his cock in deep and Sophie felt that same feeling of panic, like she was about to choke on something and was powerless to stop it. She closed her eyes as Steve slide his cock out and then pushed down again, deeper into her throat. She felt her stomach muscles clench and she made what sounded to her like the least feminine noise imaginable.
“Gllllrppyp….”
She felt herself writhing against the wall, unable to pull away. She looked up, her eyes suddenly watering and Steve was still there, smiling down.
“That’s a good girl…”
His tone was that of a parent whose kid finally got a hit in baseball or someone who had taught a pet a new trick. It was kind and supportive and excited, as if he was genuinely thrilled with her performance. Sophie knew it was “wrong” for him to talk to her that way, to praise her for letting him gag her on his cock.
But the praise felt so good. She thought back to the years of giving tepid blowjobs to her husband, how monotonous and boring they became, how humiliating it was to give oral sex to someone who barely seemed to care. Maybe it was a little fucked up that Steve got off on choking her, but Sophie loved that he was so into it. She felt sexy and desired—and having him fill her mouth with his cock felt good.
She looked up and tried to smile as Steve continued to fuck her mouth. Sophie’s felt saliva start to drool down her chin.
“Gllllrppyp….”
Steve stepped back, looking satisfied.
“You really are a little slut, huh? Just like you promised.”
Sophie giggled and leaned forward, starting to lick his balls. She inhaled, letting
his smell fill her nostrils as he pushed his cock against her nose and eyes.
“I am. I just a slut …”
Sophie felt his hand gently rubbing your head as she continued to lick his balls.
“No. You’re my slut.”
His voice was affectionate and warm. Sophie hadn’t realized how much she needed this, to just kneel down and serve and bask in the feeling of being wanted and useful. She went from the stress of work to the stress of parenting but now she felt grounded and at peace. She knew exactly what he wanted and she was happy to do it.
“Let’s those clothes off of you….”
Sophie’s felt a long strand of drool sliding down her chin. Steve had taken her hand and stepped towards his living room, helping her off the floor. She followed him until he got to his couch, where he kicked his pants off and sat down, spreading his legs comfortably.
Sophie pulled her dress over her head quickly, eager to show him her body. She stepped out of her dress, and pulled her sports bra over her head. Now wearing just her white underwear, she saw Steve pat his thigh, motioning her to … what, lay across his lap?
Sophie stepped forward and put her knees on his couch, climbing onto it and sliding across his lap until her hips were resting against his thigh. One of his hands was rubbing her head and the other had pulled down her panties and was feeling her ass. Sophie could still feel her chin wet with saliva, and she could feel his cock, still hard, pressing into her side. Steve slid his middle finger into her pussy and started to explore. Sophie felt a sudden wave of pleasure so intense it came as a relief; as if it was a struggle to exist without his touch.
“You’re going to worship me?”
Sophie murmured yes, self-conscious that she was laying naked across a man’s lap, agreeing to “worship” him. She knew this wasn’t what sex was supposed to be like; that she shouldn’t be so eager to prostrate herself. But his touch felt so good and his voice was so soothing.
“I want you to start with my balls.”
Sophie’…
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