London 5:5 - Sophie and the film collector
Delicious, thrilling convulsions were still rippling through Sophie as Uncle James looked at her. Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably, her clit still pulsing, throbbing, needing more. She'd done her best to stifle her orgasm, to remain quiet, but it had come out of nowhere, triggered by the girl on screen, taking Sophie by surprise, and it had been all she could do not to scream with pleasure. She suddenly realised how she looked to Uncle James, her face flushed, hair falling across it, breathing heavily, trembling delightfully, her hand clutching her breast through the red silk dress, her thighs clamped together, squeezing tightly, completely exposed by the long slit in her dress.
On the screen in front of them, the action was continuing, the two girls gasping and groaning gorgeously in their pleasure, but Sophie couldn't take her gaze off Uncle James - he was looking directly at her, breathing hard, surrendering to his lust, one of his hands between his thighs, rubbing himself through his trousers, his erection clearly visible, causing a large bulge in his crotch.
"Sophie..." he gasped. It was almost a plea.
She knew what he needed, what he desired. She could see in his face that he knew it was wrong, that he was fighting the impulse, afraid to take that final step. She had no idea, of course, that he had fantasised about seeing this so many times, had masturbated repeatedly whilst imagining watching her reach orgasm so exquisitely, and she had no real idea of the level of his desire for her. But she could see what he needed right at this moment. The evidence of his need was practically bursting out of his trousers. It still felt wrong to her - part of her was telling her to leave the room now, before they both lost all control - but her clit was still throbbing, aching to be touched. She was dripping wet between her thighs. The activity on screen was still heated and passionate, intensely sexual, driving her lust. She needed more, and Uncle James was intensely erect, needing her touch so badly, rubbing himself right there next to her.
And in that moment, she needed it. Needed his cock. Needed to be fucked. Needed to make him come. The wrongness of it, the breaking of this taboo, somehow excited her all the more. He was her Uncle James, and she needed to fuck him.
"Show me your cock..." she breathed, unable to stop herself saying it, wanting it now so much. James gasped, rubbing himself harder.
"god..." he replied, visibly trembling now, "say it again Sophie... please... say my name... god please I beg you..."
"Show me your cock, Uncle James..." she whispered, only now realising the true nature of his lust, no longer caring, suddenly realising the game they were playing, embracing the fantasy. James groaned in response, his fingers moving to the buttons at his crotch, unfastening them almost urgently, tugging his trousers a little way down, exposing his erection. He was huge, the largest cock she had seen in a long time, the head swollen and glistening, visibly throbbing as she looked at him. On the screen, one of the girls was making her way to another orgasm, and James was clearly very close too.
"May I suck you, Uncle James?" Sophie whispered, recognising her role, playing it to the full. "May I take you into my mouth...?" James groaned again, his cock pulsing, so erect, so delicious. Sophie leaned over his lap, knowing that he was looking down at her, aware that her breasts were now almost falling out of the dress, knowing that he had seen, wanting him to see. She took his hard cock in her hand, stroking him up and down once, twice... already he was pulsing hard... was he going to cum, so soon...? Sophie felt a rush of warm wetness between her thighs, desperate now to make it happen, opening her lips, engulfing the swollen head of his penis with her mouth, sliding her lips down over his erection, her tongue swirling over and around him, sucking, lapping at him deliciously. He groaned, long and loud, his hands suddenly in her hair, holding her there, his hips bucking as he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth... Sophie slid her hand down to his balls, caressing them, stroking them, and that was all it took... Uncle James cried out with pleasure, his erection throbbing hard, a hot jet of spunk suddenly splashing into Sophie's mouth, followed by another - she needed to see it, tugging him from her mouth, in time to see another long string of cum spurting from his cock, splashing wetly onto her face, and another, and another, James's cries echoing around the little cinema as he came so hard over her lips, her cheek... cumming all over her face, just as he had imagined in his fevered imagination, so many times...
and Sophie was so wet now, and she needed more, much more...
to be continued...