Sophie

Obedient Mouth

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Sophie enters the scene while Edo and Micol are still involved, calmly observing. Edo, predatory, challenges her to participate, and she, surprisingly confident, accepts his power play.

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The door creaked open slowly, as if whoever was on the other side wanted to give them time to prepare. But Edo didn't move. He stood there, still breathing heavily, his half-erect cock glistening with Micol's cum and juices, his fingers absentmindedly squeezing the hips of the girl still bent over the counter. He didn't even turn around. He knew who it was.

Sophie paused in the doorway, the late afternoon light drawing her slender profile against the dark hallway. She wasn't tall, but she had the kind of presence that made you notice—a Madonna-like face, with delicate features, full lips, and a small nose that gave her an almost regal air. Her body, however, was a contrast: her breasts were little more than two small bumps beneath the white uniform blouse, so tight it exposed her collarbones, but her ass, oh, that was another story. Round, firm, it moved with an effortless grace every time she took a step, as if nature had decided to compensate for the lack above with an abundance below.

His eyes, dark and attentive, slid first to Micol—still panting, her skirt hiked up in her back, her thighs trembling, her face pressed against the wood of the counter, her skin marked with red fingerprints—then to Edo. She didn't say anything. She didn't pull away. She didn't make the disgusted noise he'd expect from a "respectable" girl. No, Sophie remained there, her arms crossed under her nonexistent breasts, her lips slightly parted, as if assessing the situation. Or perhaps, Edo thought with a smirk, as if she were assessing him .

Micol, feeling his gaze on her, tried to push herself up, her legs shaking under the weight of her body. A drop of cum ran down her thigh, cold now, sticky. "Edo..." she whispered, her voice breaking, but he didn't even glance at her.

"Go away," he said simply, in a tone that brooked no argument. There was no anger in his voice, only a calculated coldness, as if he were swatting away a pesky insect. Micol hesitated, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter, but when he finally turned toward her, his eyes dark as bottomless pits, she realized there was no room for argument. She adjusted her skirt as best she could, feeling the burning between her thighs, the pleasurable ache that reminded her exactly what had happened there. When he passed Sophie, she lowered her gaze, humiliated, but the girl didn't move an inch to make room for her. Micol almost had to brush against her, smelling the lavender scent of her shampoo mingling with the stench of sweat and sex that clung to her.

The door closed behind her with a final click .

Now they were alone.

Sophie hadn't said a word yet. Edo approached, his steps slow and predatory. He tucked his cock into his boxers, not to hide it, but to show it off—the thin fabric stretching around his still-swollen form, the wet spot spreading across the fabric. "So," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "Are you here to watch, or to participate?"

She lifted her chin, a gesture that might have been challenging if it weren't for the way her pupils dilated as her eyes fell on his groin. "It depends," she replied, her voice more confident than he'd expected. "What are you offering me?"

Edo laughed, a short, humorless laugh. "Are you asking me questions now?" He took another step forward, close enough to feel the heat of her body, to see the small blue veins beneath the pale skin of her neck. "You're in no position to negotiate, Sophie."

She didn't back away. "And what position am I in, then?"

The question was an invitation. Edo needed no further signals.

He grabbed her hair—not with the same force he'd used against Micol, but with a firm, undeniable pressure—pulling her against him. Sophie let out a small sigh, her lips parting slightly, and he took advantage of it. Not to kiss her. No, Edo wasn't interested in kisses. He pushed two fingers between those lips, forcing her to open her mouth, then slid them inside, until they touched her throat. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice a little hoarse. "Now."

For a second, he thought she might rebel. That she could turn and run, like any girl with a shred of common sense would. But Sophie wasn't just any girl. She slid to the floor with a grace that surprised him, her knees landing on the cold linoleum without a sound. Her hands were shaking slightly, but not from fear—from anticipation.

Edo unzipped his pants with a slow, dramatic gesture. His cock slid out, still wet, the tip glistening, the swollen veins pulsing beneath the taut skin. He wasn't fully hard, but the way Sophie looked at him—that mixture of desire and awe—made him fully erect within seconds. "Open up," he commanded, and she obeyed, her mouth falling open, her tongue flattening in anticipation.

He didn't give her time to prepare. He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, guiding her head toward him, and pushed. Sophie made a strangled sound when the tip brushed her lips, then a muffled moan as he filled her mouth in one fluid motion. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't sweet. He was Edo —and when he thrust, he went all the way.

Sophie's lips stretched around the base, her cheeks puffing out from the invasion. He felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat, and for a second, she hesitated, her eyes filling with tears. But then she swallowed, a convulsive movement that made the muscles around him contract, and Edo moaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Good bitch," he whispered, pushing even harder, feeling the resistance in her throat give way under the pressure. "Take it all."

Sophie nodded as best she could, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his pants. She wasn't like Micol—she wasn't crying, she wasn't begging. But the way her eyes narrowed, the way her body trembled every time he almost pulled out all the way before sinking back in, betrayed how close she was to the edge. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the precum already running down his shaft, and every time he tugged on her hair, she made a strangled sound, half moan, half choke.

"You like it, huh?" Edo laughed, his breathing becoming more labored. "You like being my little slut on your knees." He gave her a sharp thrust of his hips, feeling her throat contract around him. "Then take it properly."

And he did.

Sophie surrendered to the movement, her head bobbing back and forth in time with his rhythm. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She didn't ask for mercy. She took every inch, every brutal thrust, as if it were exactly what he wanted. Edo closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the sensation of the moist heat of her mouth, the perfect pressure of her lips, the way her tongue moved to caress his underside every time he withdrew.

"Fuck, yes," he growled, feeling his balls begin to tighten. "That's right. Don't stop."

He didn't stop.

He took him all the way, again and again, until Edo felt the pleasure surge up his spine, burning, unstoppable. He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her still as he began to come, his thrusts becoming short, convulsive, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself down her throat. Sophie coughed, tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. "Swallow," he commanded, and she obeyed, swallowing hard, her eyes filling with fresh tears as his seed trickled down her throat, thick and salty.

When he finally let go, Sophie collapsed backward, her lips swollen, her breathing labored. A drop of cum ran down her chin, followed by a trickle of saliva. She wiped it with the back of her hand, still coughing, but there was something akin to triumph in her eyes.

Edo tucked his cock back into his pants, satisfied. "Good girl," he said, almost in a complimentary tone. "Come back anytime."

Sophie stood up slowly, her knees creaking. She ran her tongue over her lips, as if savoring the last of his flavor. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she replied, with a smirk that didn't bode well.

And with that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving Edo alone in the empty classroom, with the smell of sex hanging in the air and the certainty that that girl would return.

And he would have been ready.