Sophie’s Choice

Sophie felt like she was totally dissociating. In a few short minutes, her pleasant date had descended into depravity. One moment she was enjoying her latte and making small talk with her handsome date, Chris, but the milk must’ve been some weird new alternative because she got the worst gas. And then, it all went to hell.

It was like, momentarily, she believed what she was saying and that it was good conversation, but, as soon as she completed the sentence, she realised that none of that applied. Why the hell was she talking about her hairy anus!? She didn’t even have a hairy anus!! Her shock at what she’d said was mirrored by Chris’s own surprise, he initially looked as though he was trying to find the joke, before worrying that she was being sincere.

As flatulence continued to punctuate her mortifying admissions, Sophie considered leaving or running to the restroom at least… but something compelled her to remain there, as if she could salvage the situation. Just as she tried to collect herself, a need crashed upon her like a wave upon rocks. No, not a wave. Waves, plural. The feeling kept pulsing relentlessly, throbbing. Sophie needed to be fucked in the ass.

Chris seemed to be struggling to keep up with events, not to mention how the air had changed (nearby tables had emptied due to the putrid pungency emanating from his date) and tried to excuse himself. Seconds ago, Sophie would’ve welcomed it but no! He couldn’t leave!! She needed her ass fucked now!!!

She was so needy that she considered pulling her pants down right there, but what remained of her shame held her together long enough to furtively glance around for better options. She saw an alley across the street which would offer relatively passable cover. After all, she wasn’t a whore! She summoned the courage to make the proposal and Chris hesitated before insisting that he be able to record it!? Sophie was so outraged that she almost said no.

With not a moment to lose, Sophie and Chris hop up from the table and, as the cool air hit her exiting the cafe, it starts to dawn on her what’s happening. She’s mortified, walking Chris to the alley for a fuck, but that doesn’t change anything. She needs it. Despite her shame, Sophie waves her ass a little extra from side to side to entice Chris further, the thought of him backing out was too excruciating to consider.

Upon reaching the alley, Sophie was frenzied, clawing her pants and panties downward, below her knee, before kicking them off after her shoes… they may have landed in Narnia for all she cared in that moment. She got on her knees in front of Chris to check if he was ready, she groped and he was firm, almost ready. She pulled down his pants and freed his cock with a **** massage and flurry of little suckles.

Once he was rock hard, Sophie got up and turned to part her cheeks open wide for him. The delay and silence, only a few seconds, felt like days to Sophie. She was, of course oblivious to the thick dense bushy swampy jungle of hair escaping from her crack. Chris was astonished, never knowing such a thing were possible. ‘Hairy anus’ was an understatement.

Sophie turned around to see what the holdup was and, as she expected, it was a performance issue. ‘Men’ she groaned internally before ripping off her blouse and bra and enclosing his wilting boner between her bosom. She impatiently jostled herself around him until he was once again ready. This time she left nothing to chance and, with an animalistic of pleasure and pain, exquisitely planted him deep inside her.

Sophie felt whole in that moment. She’d never done anal before, but this was undoubtedly her favourite sex act. She braced herself, bent 90 degrees, arms stretched forward against a dumpster, as Chris started to thrust building rhythmic momentum. It being Sophie’s first time, she did well to keep her idiotic shrieking to a minimum.

When Chris came a minute or two later, she was brought crashing back to reality from euphoria. What the hell was she doing!? Letting a relative stranger fuck her in the ass in an alleyway!? There was only one saving grace:

“Thanks for not actually filming it” she mumbled while scanning her clothes amongst litter.

“But I did.” He said matter of factly as he zipped his trousers back up and gestured to the tripod-mounted state-of-the-art HD video camera that Sophie had inexplicably overlooked.

She froze, looking down the camera lens in abject horror, when suddenly an almost implausible splurge of cum exploded from her backside as she let loose a very loud, very foul smelling fart.

It had happened at the most embarrassing moment.