The Uncoupling - 2
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This is the last and final part of the story of Sofi (u/chores01_stews). The story was privately commissioned by her, to play out her fantasy of fucking someone outside her relationship. If you want to get a story written for you, you can commission a story!
The ride in the Uber was a blur for Sofi. Sean was sitting next to her, scrolling through his phone. He had sat close to her, their thighs touching each other. Sofi was back to wearing her coat.
The taxi ride was a blur, not because it was eventful. But because, Sofi spent most of it, with her eyes closed and legs wide open.
As soon as the cab started, Sean had shifted close to her. He had taken out his phone, and was scrolling through it one of his hand, and his other hand was on Sofi’s bare knee. He had set aside the coat, to find a place for his hand to be on her knee.
He didn’t just rest the hand on her knee, but he squeezed it, running his thumb across her knee cap. Even though Sofi’s pussy was sore from cumming at the bar, his touch, the bluntness of Sean’s touch, had started making her wet. When was the last time Rahul had touched her like that? Even in their bedroom.
Sofi looked at Sean, thinking that he wanted to say something, instead, he was glued to his smartphone screen, as he played with her knee. It was when he moved inside her skirt again, that Sofi realized that he didn’t want to talk to her.
Another man’s between her legs still felt new Sofi, even after she came to it in the bar, not very long ago.
But unlike the bar, Sean wasn’t slow. He let his hand reach for the side-hems of her panty, and in one swift motion, his finger was inside her panty.
Sofi gasped at the sudden invasion.
Sean's cool, rough fingers found her hot, soaked pussy in an unapologetic invasion that left Sofi breathless. He was nothing like Rahul, his movements calculated and purposeful, a stark contrast to Rahul's familiar, habitual explorations. Sean knew what he wanted and was going to take it - a silent promise in the confident way his fingers moved against her.
He didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the city racing past outside the window. Yet his fingers were telling an entirely different story, diving into the wet folds of her womanhood, expertly dancing over her clitoris, and dipping inside her in rhythm with her shallow gasps. Two fingers, she thought, as she clamped down on them, her back arching off the seat in sheer pleasure.
The cab driver caught her eye in the rear-view mirror, their gaze meeting and holding in a moment of silent understanding. She should have been embarrassed, ashamed even, but all she felt was a primal thrill that jolted through her. The forbidden, the scandalous, the sheer audacity of what was happening had her teetering on the edge of a precipice she was more than ready to plunge from.
As the cab turned the corner to her street, Sean abruptly pulled his fingers out, leaving her gasping and squirming with unfulfilled desire. Her panties were soaked, sticking uncomfortably to her, but she didn’t care. She felt more alive than she had in months, her senses tingling with anticipation. All she could think about was getting upstairs, shedding the now-uncomfortable barrier of her underwear, and allowing Sean to continue the intimate exploration he had started.
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As she led him up the stairs, she couldn't help but chuckle at her own audacity. This was not the Sofi, Rahul knew. This was a woman aflame with desire, a woman who had just been fingered to the brink of an orgasm in a cab, a woman who had held the gaze of a stranger while another man's fingers explored her in ways her fiancé never had.
She unlocked her apartment door with shaky hands, a silent invitation for more.
“It’s a nice place,” Sean remarked as he entered the flat.
Sofi looked back, still breathless by that man in the car. She took off her coat, and kept it on the coat hanger. It felt surreal to see Sean there. Tall and broad shoulders. His blue eyes. He had pocketed his hands, the hands which had casually and confidently fingered her.
In the light of her apartment, Sean looked older than her. It was hard to tell exactly how old he was. But it didn’t matter. What mattered the most to Sofi at that moment was her aching pussy, and a thirst inside her that water wouldn’t quench.
They should have talked. But, all this was not supposed to be about talking. Sean made it abundantly clear by touching her pussy before kissing her. And Sofi made it abundantly clear by spreading her legs and arching her back for his fingers.
As Sean looked around the place, Sofi started unbuttoning her skirt.
When Sean finally looked at her, he fixed his gaze on her. Sofi stepped out of the skirt. She was there, in her panty, in front of him.
In all the rush, Sofi had forgotten something about her. There was more to all this. There was more to what she was doing. She loved Rahul and Rahul loved her. But there were parts of her, which she was not confident about. When they started dating, Rahul will go out of his way to fuck her, to make her feel that she was super-fuckable.
But over time, especially after their engagement, while they still fucked, it didn’t feel the same way. And with that, Sofi’s insecurities reared their ugly heads. My ass is too small, she would thing. My breasts weren’t perky enough, she would tell herself. My belly is too plump, she would touch and feel her belly in front of a mirror.
When she let her skirt fall on the floor, and stepped out of it, under the gaze of Sean, she became aware of those insecurities again. She could feel Sean studying her brown body, with his hands still pocketed.
“Take off your panty,” Sean said, looking at the couch nearby.
“What?” Sofi didn’t expect that. She had gotten out of her skirt for him, and the least she expected was a “wow”.
Sean quietly walked to the couch, and made himself comfortable. “You heard me, take off your panty.”
Sofi blinked at his command, a flutter of apprehension curdling in her stomach. For the first time that evening, she felt incredibly self-conscious and exposed. There was no alcohol to smooth the edges of her insecurities here, no dimmed bar lights to hide her imperfections. This was just her — as she was, standing in the middle of her apartment under the unabashed gaze of a man who was not her fiancé.
Rahul had seen her naked countless times, but Rahul knew her, knew her insecurities and her little quirks, knew her body as well as he knew his own. Sean was a stranger, a spectator, a cold reminder of her own apprehensions about her body. She hesitated, her hands hovering over the elastic of her panties.
With a deep breath, she began. Her fingers trembled as they hooked around the thin fabric, easing it over her hips, down her thighs and then off her feet. Her panties lay crumpled on the floor, a delicate contrast to the raw scene unfolding in the room.
And then, it was her shirt, one button at a time. As the clothes began to pool on the floor, Sofi’s heartbeat quickened. The last thing to leave her body was her bra.
Sofi stood naked before Sean, a canvas of brown skin and imperfect curves. His gaze was a palpable force, traveling over her petite breasts with their darkened nipples that had tightened into hard peaks under his scrutiny, roaming over the soft roundness of her belly and trailing down to the sparse bush on her pussy. It was an intimate, invasive assessment that left her feeling even more bare than her nakedness did.
The silence in the room was heavy, the only sound being their steady breathing. Then Sean finally moved, rising from the couch and walking towards her with a predatory grace that sent a thrill of anticipation down her spine. The silence shattered as he unbuttoned his jeans, the metallic click echoing in the room. His jeans and boxers dropped in a heap around his ankles, matching her vulnerability with his own nakedness.
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Sofi has never been with a white man. When Sean stood in front of her, with his dick out, her breath hitched. Sofi has been with men. She knew enough about dicks to know that Sean was big. He didn’t seem hard by then, but even flaccid his dick was breathtaking.
Sean touched his dick, and then took the final step close to her.
And kissed her.
Sofi was taken aback by the swiftness of the events. A few hours ago, she was alone in the bar, being hit on by random men. And now, she was in her apartment, stripped down, while a white man, with a seemingly big dick was kissing her.
Sean leaned down, capturing Sofi's lips in a sudden, electrifying kiss. He tasted of the whiskey they'd had at the bar, smoky and sweet. His mouth was hot, demanding and gentle all at once. His hands wandered, firm fingers charting a languid path across her body, warming her skin wherever they touched.
His fingers brushed over her breasts, his palms cupping their petite roundness. He squeezed gently, drawing a gasp from her lips. Her nipples pebbled harder under his touch, her body reacting instinctively to his hands, even though her mind was whirling with confusion and disbelief.
His other hand traced a path down her belly, savoring the softness there. He didn't rush, he didn't hurry, he didn't seem eager to get somewhere or do something. It was as if he was exploring her, memorizing her, piece by piece, inch by inch.
As he pressed his body against hers, Sofi could feel his dick against her thigh, firm and growing. It was different than what she was used to with Rahul. This was an unfamiliar territory, both exciting and terrifying.
Despite herself, despite the oddity of the situation, despite her uncertainties and insecurities, Sofi found herself responding to Sean's kiss, to his touch, to his scent. Her body, treacherous as ever, was reacting to his attentions in ways she had forgotten it could.
His fingers traveled lower, reaching the juncture of her thighs, and Sofi inhaled sharply. His touch was light, almost teasing. Then, his fingers slid over her wetness, and she moaned into his mouth, a sharp intake of breath echoing in the otherwise quiet room.
Sean pulled back, breaking the kiss, his dark eyes flickering with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. He took her hand, leading her towards the couch.
“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice thick with arousal.
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The request made her freeze. Sofi didn't blow Rahul. She didn't particularly enjoy it. But the sight of Sean, fully aroused, his dick hard and demanding, was doing things to her. Her mouth went dry as she hesitated, her eyes not leaving his throbbing length.
And then, she felt Sean’s hand on her naked shoulders, slowly pushing her down. Sofi’s body, almost on auto-pilot, led by her wet pussy, lowered herself. Sean sat down on the couch, spread his legs, and between them, was Sofi.
Her eyes were fixed on his hard dick. The way his dickhead was pink, the way it twitched, the way she was scared of touching it, because of its girth. She felt thirsty at that moment. She looked at herself. She was naked too, her breasts, exposed, her nipples hard.
Sean placed his hand on her head.
There was a dizzying moment of trepidation before she wrapped her hand around his base. His dick felt hot, pulsating against her palm. He was bigger than she was used to, and she couldn't help the sliver of anxiety that crept through her. But Sean's hand rested gently on her head, his fingers entangling in her hair, grounding her.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head, letting her tongue flick against his dickhead, tasting the salty bitterness of his pre-cum. The taste was new, different, a raw sort of masculinity that was alien to her.
Sofi opened her mouth and took him in. His length was intimidating, but she allowed Sean to guide her, his fingers tightening in her hair. His girth was filling, pressing against her cheeks, stretching her mouth in a way that had her nerves firing in alarm.
She gagged once, the back of her throat protesting as Sean pushed her head further down. Her eyes watered, and she had to pull back, catching her breath. But she found that she didn’t want to stop. This vulnerability, this domination was pushing her towards an edge that Rahul hadn’t in a while.
Sean was patient, but there was a firm insistence in his grip that drove her back to him. The taste of his arousal was in her mouth now, seeping onto her tongue. Her senses were consumed by him - the taste of him, the scent of his sex, the feel of his hot skin against her hands.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sofi pulled back, gasping for breath. Her eyes were watering, her jaw aching, and she was light-headed from the rush of it all.
Sean’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her up to look at him. His eyes were dark with desire, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
"Ride me," he commanded, his voice rough with arousal. His other hand pointed towards his throbbing length, glistening with her saliva.
Sofi's heart pounded in her chest, the reality of the situation hitting her like a tidal wave. She was about to do something she had never done before. And it terrified and excited her in equal measures.
Sofi was not used to riding a dick, the way Sean was asking her to. In fact, she had never done that before. With Rahul, she would lie on her back, spread her legs and Rahul would fuck her. On some nights, Rahul would insist that he fucked her from behind. But, what Sean was asking was for her to sit on his dick.
The reality of what she was about to do hit Sofi like a rush of adrenaline. She had seen this position in movies, in porn, but she had never tried it herself. She wasn’t sure she could take him, but the fierce desire coursing through her veins was stronger than her doubts.
Slowly, she positioned herself over Sean, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a hold of his hard, throbbing length and pointed it towards her opening. A shiver of anticipation ran through her body, making her breasts heave.
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Sofi hesitated a moment, her pussy hovering over the tip of Sean’s dick. The head of his cock was wet, shiny with her spit. She clenched around nothing, realizing that he was much larger than what she was used to. The fear of being split open by him was real. She took a deep breath, loosened herself as much as she could to accommodate Sean’s dick.
Then, she started to lower herself. She felt the tip of his dick at her entrance, her warm, wet lips parting around his girth. She gasped as she felt him slowly entering her, her body stretching to accommodate him. She bit her lower lip, her fingers digging into his muscular thighs.
With each slow descent, she took more of him inside her. Sofi moaned, the pleasure-pain sensation of being stretched by his large cock sending shockwaves through her body. She watched, fascinated, as inch by inch, his dick disappeared inside her. It felt tight, a pressure she had never experienced before.
When she was fully seated on him, she let out a long, low moan. She could feel him deep inside her, his hard length filling her completely. Sofi had never felt this full, this stretched.
Then, Sean’s hands were on her waist, holding her. He started to guide her movements, establishing a rhythm that had her rising and falling on his cock. His grip was firm, controlling, a silent assertion of his dominance.
The feeling of him moving inside her, the friction against her inner walls, the way his hands controlled her movements, the way her naked breasts bounced, everything coalesced into an intoxicating swirl of sensation that made her head spin.
The sounds of their fucking echoed around the room, her moans mingling with his grunts. This was far from the love-making with Rahul that she had gotten used to. This was raw, this was primal, and she loved every second of it.
As Sean maintained his firm grip on her waist, he started to move her faster, his hips bucking up to meet her downward thrusts. Sofi could feel him reach places inside her she hadn't known existed. Each thrust sent tremors of pleasure through her body, forcing gasps and moans from her lips. The heat building within her was different, it was intoxicating.
Then, without a warning, Sean changed their position. With his hands still on her waist, he pushed her forward, forcing her to bend over the armrest of the couch. Her breasts were crushed against the cool fabric, her face turned sideways. His hand moved to her ass, cupping and squeezing the firm flesh.
She could feel him position himself behind her. She was completely exposed, vulnerable. But there was no fear, only anticipation. She could feel the heat from his body, his breath tickling the small of her back. She knew what was coming and the thought made her gasp in anticipation.
The first thrust took her by surprise. He was still as big, still as hard, but the new angle made him feel even more enormous. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, holding her hip to keep her still.
He moved with purpose, each thrust deep and hard, each retreat only to slam back into her with even more force.
Her body was aflame with pleasure, a heat so intense it bordered on pain. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, her inner walls gripping his hard length. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his large cock as he moved inside her.
She was being claimed, fucked in a way she had only fantasized about. And in that moment, as she was being dominated by him, she felt an unfamiliar feeling surge within her.
She felt wanted. She felt desired. She felt sexy.
Her body responded in kind, her juices coating his dick, making his thrusts smoother, slicker. Her moans became louder, more intense. She was on the edge, teetering on the brink of pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.
Sofi could feel the familiar knot of pleasure tightening within her. It started as a low, thrumming pulse deep in her belly, slowly spreading out to every corner of her body. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounded in her chest, every inch of her skin felt hypersensitive.
It was when Sean’s hand came down sharply on her ass, that Sofi’s body erupted into a series of spasms, her orgasm crashing into her like a relentless wave. She cried out, her voice echoing in the room, her body writhing and squirming beneath him.
But Sean didn't let her pull away. His grip tightened on her hips, holding her steady as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, the spasms squeezing his length, drawing a grunt from his lips.
Feeling her come around him seemed to be his undoing. He gave a few more frantic thrusts, his pace increasing, before pulling out. He positioned himself over her ass, his hand moving rapidly over his length.
With a low grunt, he released, his hot cum spilling out over her ass cheeks. The contrast of his warm cum against her sweat-cooled skin sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming.
The room fell into a deafening silence, broken only by their ragged breaths. They were both spent, their bodies trembling with the remnants of pleasure.
Sofi collapsed onto the couch, her body sated and warm. A soft smile curled her lips as she laid there, the feeling of being wanted, being desired, and above all, feeling sexy, lingering on. She had never experienced something like this before. The primal passion, the raw intensity, the pure sexual gratification, it was intoxicating. And she knew, in that moment, she wanted more.
And right then, her phone started buzzing again. It was her fiance, Rahul.
The End
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