Sofie
Remember the first time you heard your own voice on your answering machine? The first time you saw yourself in the background of a video?
There’s a moment of grim recognition: Holy fuck. Is that ME?!
And then, holy fuck. Yes, it’s you, and it’s unsettling as hell. Good luck sleeping tonight, bitch. Enjoy your lifelong embarrassment!
At first, up on the big screen in life-like clarity, it’s not me the camera is focused on. It’s Elijah. He’s up close, adjusting the lens and flirting with the film. I watch him wink one bright blue eye, bite his lip in high-definition, and slick his tongue over his teeth like the cocky fuck he is.
Then, he backs away. You’d think giving the shot a little distance would make things better, but in fact, it just makes the growing wetness between my pussy lips even worse. The irresistible sexiness oozing from the screen has already taken over your body reactions.
Eli at a distance has broad shoulders that could carry an entire nation. Knowing his family’s political pedigree, there’s still a chance those shoulders might do exactly that.
His chest hair is thick and dark and perfectly curled against huge, muscular pectorals. A gorgeous happy trail descends down his six-pack abs into a dense forest of manly pubic hair.
There’s only one tree in that forest, but it’s 12 inches tall and so hard, you’d think it was petrified if it wasn’t for the way it’s throbbing in Eli’s fist. He has more than enough wood to satisfy me—and to think, tonight I’ll probably be taking all of it, plus two more of its closest friends.
Eli eases back onto the bed, grinning like the lusty idiot he becomes when all his blood has drained out of his head and into his dick. I could watch him like that forever, I realize. Laying naked in full view, showing off his thick thighs and bulging biceps while he strokes his super-sized dick.
My eyes glance over at Real Eli for a second, seeing if he’s watching himself up on screen. But no—when our eyes meet, I realize he’s watching me.
I almost blush as I look away. He has to know how turned on I am by watching him like that. Knowing my dumb ass, it’s probably written all over my face.
But then my eyes hit the screen again, and that almost-blush blossoms on my cheeks in full force.
Big Screen Sofie just made her appearance in the dirty movie that’s rolling before my very eyes, and just like I remember—she’s bare-ass naked, wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a smile.
I can see the exact moment that I noticed Eli’s cock. Right down to the millisecond. One moment, I’m looking past the camera with nervous excitement. The next, my jaw is practically slamming into the carpet.
I watch as my nipples go hard up on the screen. I see my stomach contract as my cunt throbs.
Fuck. It’s so realistic, I can practically smell myself getting soaking wet in an instant.
“You like that, don’t you, Sofie?” Lucas calls over to me with an amused smile.
Which is when I realize. I actually can smell myself getting wet. It’s not that Lucas has managed to install smell-o-vision on his home theater set-up; I’m actually fucking dripping right now. In real time.
“Come here, darlin’,” Lucas calls, patting his knee and beckoning me over with a little tilt of his head. It’s such a simple gesture but he makes it look so sexy.
I tiptoe around pillows and cushions as I make my way to him. On the screen, Oliver’s hands are roaming over my naked body like he fucking owns me. When I sit on Lucas’ lap, he’s quick to do the same.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hmm?” Lucas asks although I know he can already tell.
His hands match Oliver’s every movement on the screen, and I seem to respond in the exact same way.
Only now, I’m on Lucas’ lap instead of standing in Oliver’s bedroom. Staring down myself. Slutty Sofie. Naughty Sofie.
And whatever I’m grappling with now, it’s not exactly the same as what’s playing out up on the screen.
“It’s…unnerving,” I finally admit with a nervous little laugh. “I can hardly believe that’s me.”
“And why is that, Sofie?” Lucas asks.
“She looks…bad,” I whisper.
“I don’t know about that. She looks pretty fucking good from the angle I’m seeing.”
“You know that’s not what I mean,” I say, giving Lucas’ cheek a light little slap.
My fingers brush against light stubble on his cheek as he takes the offending hand into his fingers. I hold my breath as he moves it to his mouth, kissing my palm.
“You talk about that girl on the screen like she’s someone else.” Lucas’ gaze is wolfish as he stares up at me.
“She is someone else,” I insist. “All slutty and desperate like that...”
We both watch in silence for a moment as Big Screen Sofie crawls on her hands and knees across the mattress to Big Screen Oliver and Eli. Her ass is pointed directly at the camera, pushed up in the air so that you can see everything. And I mean everything.
The way her asshole puckers, tightening when a cock sinks down her throat. The way her pussy is so wet, it’s dripping down onto the cream-colored silk sheets.
“That’s not me at all,” I whisper.
“No?”
Lucas pinches one of my nipples through my dress and my back arches for him involuntarily, pushing my tits out all slutty and nasty.
“I think you’re wrong, Sofie,” Lucas says with a smirk. “But if that woman up on the screen isn’t really you…”
He jerks the zipper currently holding my dress together down in one firm tug. My tits spill out of the top of it as I gasp in shock.
The next thing I know, Lucas’ knee is bouncing beneath my ass, jostling me to the floor. As I kneel before him, Lucas undoes his belt and gets his cock out of his pants.
Of course, he’s already rock-hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him any other way.
“I’m glad I have the real-deal here instead,” Lucas says as his fingers curl around the back of my head. “Fucking Imposter Sofie’s mouth looks fun and all…but fucking the real thing sounds even better.”
The tip of Lucas’ cock is hot and slick with precum as he presses it against my lips. He smears his juice across my lips like lip gloss, and I can’t help myself. I stick my tongue out and lick it up.
Lucas is the kind of man who takes a chance when he sees one. When he spots his opening, he forces his cock deeper. Through my lips and onto my tongue. He’s so thick that my fucking jaw feels like it needs to unhinge, but at the same time…
He feels so fucking right, being in my mouth where I can lick him and suck him and taste his precum. It feels like the most perfect thing in the entire world. A deep desire swirls in my body and I can only feel pleasure as I take him in my mouth.
I can feel my whole body relax as Lucas forces my head down, easing more and more of his hard, thick man meat into my warm, wet throat. It’s almost soothing, sucking cock like this. I feel like I’m worshiping him. Basking in his manhood.
Which is stupid. And decidedly, very bad.
But why the fuck would something so bad feel so good?
Because I want it. And I want more.
“Sofie,” I hear Eli call, just as I’m getting into a good rhythm on Lucas’ dick. “Come here. I want you.”
I look up at Lucas, his cock still stuffing my mouth completely, waiting for his instruction.
“Go on then,” he says, pulling his dick out of my mouth and wiping it on my face.
Does it smear my foundation? Probably. It’s too hot that I don’t really care.
“Are you sure?” I ask him. Or, maybe that’s Naughty Sofie talking. There’s a little flirtatious challenge in my voice that I don’t recognize as completely my own.
“I’ll have you again soon enough,” Lucas says with certainty. “Best let the other boys have their turn before I ruin you completely.”
Oh. Fuck.
I can’t get that out of my head as I crawl away from him and towards Eli.
Taking Lucas’ cock so deep in my throat that it’s ruined forever.
It’s the thought that’s at the forefront of my brain as I kneel in front of Elijah instead.
“Enjoying your big screen debut, Sofie?” Eli asks.
He smooths my bangs away from my forehead as I kneel at his feet. Against my will, my gaze slides up his thigh, all the way to the giant bulge he’s currently packing his own slacks with. Without taking his pants off, I can already imagine what he looks like rock-hard and waiting for my mouth.
“You must be,” he says with a chuckle. “You only look at me like that when you want something.”
I prop my elbows up on his knees, moving closer. He bites his lip expectantly as I toss a look back to what’s currently going on behind us on screen: Big Screen Sofie, being passed back and forth between Oliver and Eli’s massive, throbbing erections.
“Is that how you see me?” I ask. My teeth sink into my own lip, mirroring his expression.
“Sometimes,” Eli admits. “Is that not how you see yourself?”
“Not at all,” I tell him, shaking my head. “I…I can hardly believe that’s me up there, Eli.”
When Eli strokes my head again, it’s absolutely lovingly. I find myself leaning into the feel of his palm against my scalp. Like a cat with an itch it can’t quite scratch.
“Maybe that’s why we wanted to show it to you, sweetheart. It’s high time that we made a believer out of our girl.” Eli’s hand slides out of my hair and down to my neck. He tugs my dress away from my torso, then trails his fingers down my spine. “Well…that and because it’s driving Luke crazy that he wasn’t invited.”
We cast a glance back toward Lucas, who’s absentmindedly stroking his cock to the scene playing out on the screen. He’s biting his lip too, I realize. Part of me wishes I was back there, sucking him off so he doesn’t have to miss my mouth. I decide I’ll make it up to him when he gets his turn.
But then Eli’s cock is out of his pants, and I’m staring down the barrel of his cum cannon instead. The resemblance it has to Lucas’ dick is uncanny. It’s just as thick, just as long, and just as hard. But instead of golden hair at its base, Eli is dark. Like ink. And where Lucas’ cock is already dripping with my saliva, Eli’s is just beginning to leak with precum from the tip.
He doesn’t even have to move me. I go down on him myself, sucking and licking and moaning against his hard-on just like Big Screen Sofie is doing right behind us.
As Eli stuffs my mouth, I’m hit by the same sensation that I felt earlier. Like I was made for this. The more I’m filled with cock, the happier I become.
“Sofie,” Oliver shouts from across the room. “I need you.”
Eli swats my ass approvingly as I give him a final suck and turn to crawl away.
“Best for last, hmm?” Oliver asks me as I kneel before him.
I can feel him staring down at me, but my gaze is fixed with intense focus on the outline of his cock beneath his pants.
Oliver moves, and I expect him to unzip himself. Unleash the beast. Let me at it!
But instead, he takes my chin in his hand and turns my face to our porno up on the screen. Our faces are both illuminated by the light of it as Oliver’s mouth dips down to my ear.
“Look,” he growls against my earlobe. “This is my favorite part.”
We watch, transfixed, as Big Screen Sofie fires both of the pocket rockets in her fists directly into her mouth, soaking her face with Oliver and Eli’s collective loads.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Is that what I really look like?”
“It is,” Oliver says. “Does that bother you?”
I suck my lower lip into my mouth, thinking about it for a second.
Big Screen Sofie’s face is dripping with semen. Hot, creamy, sticky and all fucking over.
She doesn’t look like me at all.
She looks like a slut.
But at the same time, undeniably, she has my nose. My lips. My tits. My face.
“I just can’t believe we’re the same,” I say. And fuck. Now I’m blushing again. “When I’m with you and Eli and Lucas, it’s like I become someone else.”
“Dark Sofie,” Oliver chuckles. “Naughty Sofie.”
“Exactly. It’s not me up there,” I say, even though I can’t manage to pull my gaze away. “It’s someone else.”
“No,” Oliver says, pulling me against him. His voice is suddenly harsh. Authoritative. The kind of voice you don’t call into question. “I was there, Sofie. That’s you.” He nods to the screen. “And this is you,” he says, running a thumb across my lower lip.
“I’m not that kind of girl,” I insist, but it’s no use.
“You’re exactly that kind of girl. And more.”
Before I can argue with him any further, Oliver tugs my mouth to his for a hard, passionate kiss.
“Do you…do you want me to suck your cock too?” I ask. My voice is shaky as he pulls away.
“No,” Oliver says with a cruel grin.
It makes my heart sink. Whether I want to admit it or not…fuck, I was looking forward to sucking his cock! After all that insisting otherwise, I know that how bad I want him is written plain as day across my fucking face.
And he can see it, too. He’s teasing me, wanting me to acknowledge Naughty Sofie. To become her. Before my eyes, Oliver’s grin turns even crueler.
“I want your cunt,” he snarls, pushing me to the floor.
My body falls backwards onto a pile of cushions and pillows. Oliver’s lips follow my fall. The cushions catch my body, and Oliver’s mouth catches my neck.
His teeth scrape against the thin, delicate skin just over my jugular. His fingers claw at my dress, tugging it away from my half-exposed body. Oliver’s muscular arms tear my dress off of me like it’s made of aluminum foil. Or tissue paper. Something definitely more fragile than leather and fabric.
When he’s done with it, he yanks it away from my ankles and throws it across the room, then forces my knees apart and claims his prize.
My cunt. My wet, slippery, dripping, throbbing cunt.
“That’s not what we agreed on,” Lucas’ slow, southern drawl croons from behind me.
I look up at him in ecstasy as Lucas looms over me, now completely naked, while Oliver sucks my engorged clit into his mouth and between his teeth.
“Sorry,” Oliver pants against my thigh. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“Greedy bastard,” Lucas chuckles. He drops to his knees and presses his huge, hard cock against my cheek as he folds himself over my torso. “Guess you’re going to have to learn to share.”
Oliver nibbles my clit deliciously, causing my entire body to spasm, just as Lucas’s tongue licks down my abdomen like I’m a special treat and he just can’t wait to get a taste. Lucas’ smell envelops me. His warmth washes over me like a spot of sunshine on a cloudy day.
I turn my head to the side as Oliver uses my clit as a punching bag for his tongue. It leaves my lips pressed against Lucas’ cock in an accidental kiss. I can’t help but stick my tongue out to lick his shaft as his mouth moves to capture one of the dark pink peaks of my nipples.
When Lucas sucks my nipple into his mouth, it feels so incredible, my body thrashes again. The soft and wet insides of his mouth send electric pulses of pleasure to my spine. It makes me turn my head again—and now my lips are pressed against Eli’s cock instead.
“Couldn’t let you boys have all the fun,” Eli says with a dark laugh.
His mouth claims my other nipple and my body goes full rigor mortis. Like I’m a possession victim in a demonology movie. Lucas and Eli’s cocks rub up and down my cheeks and throat. Their mouths suck and tease and tug at my nipples.
Between my thighs, I have Oliver’s ginger head squeezed tight. My cunt is grinding against his tongue in a way I couldn’t control, even if I wanted to. My body is moving on its own, taking what it wants without my consent.
Three men. Three mouths. Good Sofie would be mortified. Naughty Sofie is probably ecstatic right now. On the porno still playing over my head, Big Screen Sofie is getting it from one cock in her ass and another in her pussy.
Where does that leave me?
I don’t fucking know.
I’m not Good Sofie. Not right now. Not while I’m about to cum for all three of these gorgeous men while they worship my body with their lips.
Which ought to make me Naughty Sofie by default, right? But this doesn’t feel naughty. It should, but it doesn’t. Not in the slightest. It feels right as rain. Natural as waking up in the morning. Blissful as heaven and hot as hell.
Big Screen Sofie? Not a chance. Big Screen Sofie as moaning and whining like the porn star she is. People can say what they like about me, but they can’t say I don’t know how to play my part.
Which leaves me with…what?
Lucas’s mouth on my left nipple.
Elijah’s lips on my right.
Oliver licking my cunt like he’s found the Promised Land between my thighs.
I’m the land of milk and honey for these men right now, and believe it or not…I’ve never felt more like myself in my life. Maybe I just need to acknowledge this side of me.
“Aaaaaah!” I cry out as I lose control.
An orgasm throbs through my body, vibrating from my bones to my pores. It feels like something inside me has detonated. A ticking time bomb that it required three men and an orgasm to set off. It’s something that it feels like I’ve been trying to diffuse for so long…
But now that I’ve finally given into it, I can’t imagine a better feeling in the entire world.
My body fills with warmth and my head goes light with pleasure. There’s a ringing in my ears, but no other sound. Like listening to an explosion while under water. It’s disorienting. Discombobulating.
But I know it feels good. The best I’ve ever felt about myself.
When I rise up out of the waves, I don’t know who I am. I’m like, 99% sure I’ve forgotten my own damn name.
And I haven’t forgotten theirs.
“Eli!” I cry out as he takes my pussy. I don’t know when he replaced Oliver between my thighs, but I know that I like having him there.
He hilts himself in me in just a few thrusts, wrapping his arms around my thin shoulders and pulling me to his chest like he’s carrying me home.
Right behind the first orgasm, another starts to build. Like waves coming off a riptide, threatening to pull me under again. Hold me down. Drag me off to sea.
I let them. My pussy spasms around Eli’s huge, thick cock as he pounds it into me, twisting my hair in his fist and biting down on my neck.
“Lucas!” I cry out as another pair of teeth sink into my neck on the other side.
The brief instant of flashing pain is immediately replaced by another sensation completely: the intensity of Lucas’ cock thrusting into my ass. His rock-hard rod forces its way inside me, stretching me out and leaving me moaning as he fills up what little space he can find there.
Another orgasm. This one even more intense than the last. It jolts my body, shaking me like I’ve just wrapped my fists around an electric fence.
My fingers twitch, struggling to find something to hold onto. They succeed as my nails bite into the thick muscles and ginger hair of Oliver’s gorgeous thighs. I open my mouth to moan and he sticks his cock in it.
Now, my pleasure is muffled. Like I’m being gagged.
But if this is what being gagged is like, get me a fucking muzzle. With my mouth full of cock, the intense feeling is locked up in me and looking for a release. It keeps building like I might explode.
The next orgasm hits me as Oliver shoves his cock down my throat, choking me with his thickness and holding my lips flush against the base of his shaft. I cry out against his pelvis, simultaneously desperately wanting air and desperately never wanting to breathe again.
After that?
I can’t think straight. I can barely see straight.
My world becomes a wash of bliss and ecstasy and color. The freckles on Oliver’s shoulders. The bruises on Lucas’ knuckles. The blue of Eli’s eyes.
The smell of their musk on me, marking me as theirs.
The taste of their cum. Their kisses. My pussy. Their skin.
The feel of hands and mouths and cocks and bodies on me.
I can feel all these but at the same time, I can’t focus on details.
I definitely can’t keep track of the ministrations of three horny men ravishing my fucking body clearly in my mind.
Eli’s cock is on my mouth. Lucas is in my cunt. Oliver is in my ass, pumping me full of man meat with the promise of lots of man cream yet to come.
Lucas’ fist, pressing his cock between my lips. Oliver’s fingers, wrapping around my throat. Eli’s balls, grinding against my clit as he smears my honey across my stomach and thighs.
I can’t think or focus or even make words beyond, “Please!” and “More!” and monosyllabic moaning.
But I can come.
Holy fuck, I can feel myself on the verge of coming hard.
And I do. Over and over and over again. Until there’s not any Good Sofie or Bad Sofie or Smart Sofie or Still-Doesn’t-Know-How-Taxes-Work Sofie left inside me.
Oliver, Lucas and Eli fill me up with cock instead. I become a vessel for their pleasure. A body made to fuck and come and feel good.
And then, when they’re done with me, they fill me up with their cum.
I don’t know whose cum is where inside of me. I don’t know when it happened, or what I was doing when it did—although, based on the dozens of orgasms I’ve been lost in, I can take a solid guess.
I don’t know how much of it there is exactly. Only that, fuck me, it’s a lot.
And I super don’t know how it got on the ceiling, but when I regain the ability to form conscious, coherent thoughts once again, it’s dripping down on my face. Drop by fucking drop.
“You’ve got a little something there, darlin’.”
Lucas’ voice. Lucas’ finger, scooping the cum up and dripping it down onto my lips instead.
I gaze over at him, chest heaving, as I lick it off.
“Good girl,” he says.
He sounds exhausted. I don’t fucking blame him. I can barely move, myself.
I roll the sweet, creamy cum from Lucas’ finger onto my tongue as he sucks his finger into his own mouth.
“Hmm. Not mine,” he says decisively. “Oliver, buddy. You got cum on my ceiling.”
“Slipped out,” Oliver says apologetically. Slowly, I become aware of Oliver’s tongue on my stomach, licking me clean of my juices, or his, or someone else’s. Hard to keep track, beyond the fact that it’s sticky and warm. “Sofie’s too fucking tight.”
“You can say that again,” Eli sighs. I blink as he levels his cock at my mouth. “Suck it clean, sweetheart. You’ve made a mess of us, you bad thing.”
Eli’s cock is softening, which isn’t saying much. He’s a shower, not a grower. Which is fucking impressive when it comes to a cock as big as Eli’s is.
He’s covered in cum—mine, his, and everyone else’s, more likely than not. Tastes amazing, whatever it is. I stare up at him adoringly as I obey.
“Mm,” Eli moans. “Love when you look at me like that.”
“Like the whole universe is dangling from your tip,” Lucas agrees.
“Good girl, Sofie,” Eli says, dropping down to kiss away whatever cum remains on my lips.
“You really are a good girl, you know, babe,” Oliver says. He’s laid his cheek against my thigh lovingly and has taken to smoothing his fingertips over my skin.
“A good woman,” corrects Lucas.
“Our good woman,” corrects Eli.
I know I should say something, but dammit. I’m at a loss for words. It all seems so stupid now, I realize. Good Sofie. Bad Sofie. Whatever. I figure it’s all me, even if I’m not used to owning up these feelings.
Sofie up on the big screen is now curled between her two men, covered in cum. I smile as I gaze up at her. She looks happy. That’s the important thing.
And as for me? Your girl—woman—Sofie, this Sofie right here, in real life?
She’s happily covered in cum too. Laying on the floor with three men.
All of us naked. All of us pretty damn happy too.
“You alright, darlin’?” Lucas asks me. He turns my chin towards him with his thumb and teases me with the closeness of his lips.
“Yeah,” I finally say, all dreamy and dazed and completely spent. “Wow. Yeah…Yeah.”
I can feel them laughing at me as I flutter my eyelashes and Lucas lays a kiss on my lips, but I don’t fucking care.
This is who I am now.
Sexy, naughty, good, bad, porn-star, still-doesn’t-know-how-taxes-work Sofie.
Not very catchy, but overall, pretty accurate.
Maybe just plain Sofie. You know. For short.