Along Came A Sophie

Author's Note: Contains watersports/piss and in general 'dirty-ness'/ass worship stuff.

"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie..." I rubbed my thumb over the resume copy in front of me. There was something archaic about getting a paper copy of a resume these days. I scanned over her credentials. Yale SOM, a business graduate... interesting. 4.0 GPA, but who doesn't have that these days? That just keeps you from getting filtered out. All in all, she was a good candidate. Recent graduate, looked to be in her early twenties, and driven. I had looked at more impressive resumes to be sure, but she certainly seemed to fit the bill.

No doubt the most interesting part of her resume was the tiny thumbnail-size portrait paper clipped to the document. Her strawberry hair was pulled back, and aside from her hazel eyes, she had a half-smirk on her face. This was all highly irregular, but something about that smirk... I kept staring at her as I repeated her name...

"...Mark?" My current secretary, Lisa, was halfway into my office with a concerned look on her face.

I cast an annoyed look down at Sophie's portrait as if it had been deceiving me. With a forced, "Ahemm," I raised my eyebrows at Lisa. Best to pretend I wasn't daydreaming about a prospective admin assistant.

"...was something wrong, Mr. Barrigan?" Her eyes search mine. She knew something was off. Of course, she had picked this moment to walk in on me... but alas, you don't spend thirty years as a secretary without a little clairvoyance developing.

"No, Lisa, everything is fine." I lied. Better to change the tone here, "What about that lunch reservation at Vongola?"

Lisa isn't buying it, but what can she do? She works for me.

"They seemed a little... put out but made the accommodations you asked." She replies, the monotonous tone nearly sending me straight to sleep.

"Ah, of course. Well... at least it's settled then." I give her a curt nod to say 'get out,' and she gets the message.

When the door clicks shut, I flip the resume back over and stare at the image of Sophie again. On a whim, I unclip the small picture.

A second identically sized picture that had been hidden behind the first slips out onto my desk. My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at Sophie's breasts. The pale nipples stare back at me as I nearly drool on the tiny picture. It's a small image, and I hold it closer to my face like a complete pervert.

"Sir?" I nearly faint. Lisa is somehow back in the doorway.

"Goddamnit, Lisa, what?" I flip the images over on my desk.

"There's a...Sophie... in the lobby here. She said you'd asked her to come in and interview in person for the next round...?" Her enunciation of 'Sophie' made it clear she was assuming the girl was lying.

"...she said w-... uh... yeah. I did. Actually, yes." My face flushed, so I spun my chair around and stood to look out the massive glass window behind me.

"Yep. She had... the best credentials, so I asked her to just skip the Zoom round." It sounded like bullshit coming out of my mouth, and I was certain Lisa was about to say something along the lines of 'I'm calling HR,' but instead, she nodded and shut the door.

Interesting, this... Sophie was something else apparently. How had she timed this so perfectly? I smirked as I pictured this new little minx so obviously throwing herself at me. It wasn't just the career ladder she was trying to climb. Heh...

A soft knock at the door sounds. I start to open my mouth and command her to enter, but the door opens anyway, and in walks the most beautiful redhead I've ever seen. My god...

"You must be, Sophie."

"Figure that out by yourself, did you?" She mocks back at me. The hair on my neck goes up as her eyes settle on me. I feel like I'm sitting in a Petri dish waiting to be dissected. Her eyes follow me as I reach for and snag her resume from my desk. I motion for her to take a seat only to have her cock an eyebrow at me.

"Take a seat... where?" She asks. Her tone drips sex, and in spite of my shame, I feel an erection growing.

"Hah... Well. You could try the chair if you want." I kick myself inwardly for sounding like such a dweeb.

You do this for a living, dumbass -

I shout at myself.

"Oh, the chair? Hmm. Pity then." She plops down in the chair, and I wipe a line of sweat off my brow. Why are her breasts so perfect, and why can't I stop looking at them?!

I sit down at the desk and search for something to fiddle with to try and hide my panic.

"How should we do this?" She asks.

"Do... what?" I ask, her direct question catching me off guard.

"Well, you're going to hire me. And then we have your new role to discuss, silly." Her eyes sparkle at me. My gaze at her suddenly feels like I'm looking at her through a tunnel.

"I... I... what?" I managed to squeak.

"Now, now, silly. Use your words." She mimes teaching me and flashes a predatory smile, "I think this is going to be more fun than I realized." Her eyes drift over my desk and rest on the image of my wife.

"We can fix that later." She says, her eyes drifting back to mine, and I feel myself wilt. My soul wants to melt for this woman. I take a deep breath and try to focus my mind.

"I'm not sure what you mean...but let's discuss your resume." I croak out, my voice hoarse and raspy.

"Oh, yes. Let's... discuss." She purrs. Before I can say anything, she's up and moving around to my side of the desk. She flips her top down, and her magnificent breasts spring into vision before my eyes.

"This is what you meant, right?" She says as she stands nearly on top of me, as I look up at her from my chair. Her left breast and nipple are now nearly at eye level, and I stare at it wantonly.

I try to stutter out a response, but her finger shushes me, "Hush. I think let's do it this way. Each time you want to bring up a portion of my resume, you're going to suck my tit first."

My eyes flare open, and I look up at her, "Sophie... that's."

"How we're going to do it, Mark." She finishes.

She motions for me to comply, her finger wagging at me. She wants me to do it, to grab her breast on my own and give in. I look up at her again. I see my life crumbling in her eyes as she peers down at me. My mouth settles over her nipple, and I start to suck as she pulls her own resume up to her face and scans it.

"How about my grades? I'm sure other sluts that applied have good grades." She nonchalantly continues down each section while my mouth worships her nipple. She grabs my head and pulls my head back. A wet smack sounds as my mouth disconnects with her breast.

"So, my grades are the best, aren't they?" She laughs, "That's what you'll say at least."

I nod up to her. She smirks and guides my mouth to her right breast.

"I know my senior project kind of... well, let's face it. It sucked." My mouth works on her nipple, trying desperately to please her.

"I bet you got some great ones too." She continues, "But... alas. Here I am, and here they aren't."

She pulls my mouth off her nipple again, and I fight the urge to complain.

How quickly I've turned to putty

.

"So, you're a boob guy then?" She asks me.

"Actually, I've... uh, I've always been an ass guy, kind of..." I mutter back up to her.

"Kind of?" She cocks her eyebrow again. "You're only kind of an ass guy?" She rolls her eyes.

"You'll be slobbering over mine starting from today. Won't you?" She smiles. She didn't need an answer.

She turns and peels her pants down, and I'm met with the sight of her magnificent pale ass. Does she wear no underwear at all?

"Get used to this then, Mark. You're caught in the web now." She wiggles her hips at me, then hops up onto my desk and crawls onto her hands and knees in front of my face. Her pink asshole stares at me. The brown skin around it a perfect highlight to draw my attention and focus in.

"Fuckkk" I moan. She giggles, but I can't see her face now to see her reaction.

"So, before you taste your new master... why don't you tell me I've got the job?" My mind races as I stare at the perfect asshole in front of me, my face drifting closer and closer.

"You... god... I... my mind feels like mush." I had never spoken truer words in my entire life... it wasn't just the job I was being asked to give her.

"Oh, good then." She coos and pulls the picture of my wife from the edge of the desk and props it in front of me.

I look at it ashamedly and then back to Sophie's sultry gaze as she stares at me. Her eyes bore into mine.

"Look at it. Look at her. Then kiss my asshole." She commands. Barely in my office for five minutes, and she was controlling my life... my soul it felt like.

I looked at the picture of my wife, then back at this fiery redhead nearly twenty years her junior. My stomach lurched at the horrible decisions I'd been making, but... my eyes drifted from Sophie's face back to her ass. I did as she commanded and looked shamefully at the picture again before pressing my lips against her anus as my eyes rolled back in a pathetic and submissive euphoria. She wiggled her ass against my face as my lips sealed my own fate.

"Well, that was easy..." She purrs back at me. I see her eyes watching me. Her pupils are dilated, and she's taking slow breaths as she watches me.

"I lied on my resume, though... I'm not graduated... yet." Her eyes flicked over to me. My last semester at Uni is ending in a few months... I know you won't mind, though, will you, Mark?"

If she had expected a reaction from me, she should have looked under my zipper.

She doesn't wait for a response but instead lists off her blatant lies as I pitifully plant kisses against her ass.

"Lied on my application? Check."

Kiss.

"Summa cum laude? Pfft, please."

Kiss.

"Taking the soul of the guy who's supposed to be my boss? Fucking CHECK." She turns her head around to smirk at me, "And his

obviously

inferior wife."

Kiss.

"I don't need to ask if I'm hired, do I?" She purrs.

I moan into her asshole and kiss it again fervently.

"So, I'll take that as a yes."

----

A few weeks later, and it felt like my new reality, aka Sophie, had taken over every facet of my life. Sophie seemed to always know just how to keep me begging for more. She particularly loved having me kiss her ass while keeping the picture of my wife staring back at us. It was shameful, terrible, and wrong... but my dick had never responded like this in any prior relationship. In fact, it was appropriate to say 'my dick' responded because that was the crux of it. Most days I spent a solid half hour of every morning simply worshipping her ass while she pouted and hmmph-d over her day's schedule.

It felt like my mind had taken a backseat to this new, perverse relationship with Sophie. Aside from falling behind on most of my tasks I had never been happier...

"Mark. Listen to me when I'm talking to you, silly." Sophie chirps at me.

Her feet are moving up towards my face. She's lying across from me on the couch while I fill out a future event information...

that she should be doing

, as her feet slide toward me.

I put the tablet down on my chest and welcomed her toes into my mouth. My tongue slides over and between her toes as she nonchalantly talks about her day. I shudder as her hand finds my erection and slips it out of my pants. She strokes me slowly... so slowly as she talks.

"It's ridiculous, honestly. Why would I give a single shit about what Plato thinks about my soul?" She was looking at me as if I was supposed to have an answer here.

Fine.

"Well... to some of us, your soul

is

divine..." I mumble to her. She lifts an eyebrow at me, and I go back to worshipping her feet.

"Anyway, did I tell you you're presenting at the... uh, what was it? Oh, not a presentation."

She giggles and continues, "You're supposed to virtually present for the panel on workplace safety next week."

My tongue goes up and down between the crevices of her toes. Her eyes pin me with a predatory gaze, "if they only knew..."

My cock twitches in her hand. Her smile both terrifies and electrifies me in equal measure as her hand moves in a slow rhythm. Up. Down...her eyes burning into me.

"You know I take it pretty easy on you, actually. You've been a good foot bitch, sure." She twirls a strand of her hair while she talks.

"Annddddd sure you are quite the enthusiastic ass licker. I'm sure your wife would be proud." My cheeks burn at her words. My tongue continues licking over her left big toe.

"But you know I could always make this... spicier. How about before this conference I make sure you aren't... thirsty?" Her eyes glint with a malevolence as she lays out her plan, "Maybe I can spill a few drops on your shirt, everyone will just think you dripped some water. How cute."

"Sophie... I'm can't drink your piss." My own voice surprised me. So did the sudden resolve I seemed to have. Her hand paused its slow ministrations.

"Can't... or won't?" She raises that eyebrow again, "uh huh. Well if you want to play THAT game, Mark you'll wear my piss on your face like a mask." Her hand tightens around my cock.

"Sophie." I try to think of something to say to change her mind. I know it's no use.

"Face... or belly?" She asks, "Don't you want to know how it tastes?"

I didn't. Of course I didn't...

right?!

----

The morning of the presentation I walk into my office to find Sophie already there. That wasn't usual. No, the unusual part was the huge bottle of water she had titled back as she chugged the contents. Normally she was sipping an espresso she would make me go fetch, but this morning... the massive bottle of Fiji water was nearly half gone as she gulped it down.

My stomach flips as I realized what she was doing.

"Morning, Sophie... Uhh... thirsty much?"

She burps and then giggles, "Oh you're just in time for my riddle"

"Riddle?"

She nods, "Yep. How does the same bottle of water make it into two different people if only one person drinks it from the bottle?" She giggles again, "Well...

sort

of the same water."

"Really, Sophie?" I ask.

She grimaces at me and throws a ball of paper, "You're supposed to play along, asshole."

"I'm always nervous before these stupid fucking presentations... and you're not helping." I mutter.

"Awe... poor baby. I know what will help. A strong drink." She stands up and before I can even say anything she shimmies her pants down revealing her black lace thong.

"Sophie! Now?!"

"Oh you thought I was joking all this time?" She kicks off her pants and moves around from behind my desk, "Lie down. I think I want to squat over your face."

I'm halfway to my knees before my brain kicks in, "No! Sophie what the fuck. I'm presenting in like five fucking minutes."

I start to step back up to my feet, but she lays a hand on my shoulder and leans over to whisper in my ear.

"You'll be presenting silly... but you'll be doing it after I have fun with this cute mouth of yours."

"Sophie..." I start to protest. My heart isn't in it. I want to please her...

"Shhh. I love it when you say my name though. You can say it while you drink my piss." She purrs.

I lie back on the floor. The tile feels cold even through my shirt. Sophie's gaze burns into me from above as she squats over my face.

"Wen-" I start to pathetically protest again only for her first blast of piss to strike the back of my throat. I gag heavily and manage to slosh the mouthful out.

Sophie clenches and scoffs at me, "Wow. Now how are you supposed to be a good toilet if you keep spitting it up?"

A toilet? My brain feels numb, but my mouth opens again.

Sophie nods and lets loose again at the back of my throat. Her piss is acrid and bitter and I gag all over again, but manage to gulp the first mouthful down with a raspy "gluckkk" sound.

I hear her giggle, but her pee doesn't slack off, instead she keeps it centered over my struggling mouth. Her hips sway back and forth as she keeps her piss blasting into my throat.

"Ohh wowwww" she coos, "Such a little piss drinker..."

My eyes water as I force more and more down until she finally finishes and stands up. She pats her tummy triumphantly.

"Well, that was a success!" She says above me.

I gasp for air as I remain lying on the floor. Perhaps in the least surprising turn of events, she seems completely disinterested in my predicament and saunters to the couch, "Hurry up silly, your presentation starts in a couple minutes."

I climb up to my feet and a rancid burp escapes my lips before I can stop it. I shoot a look over to my tormentor, as if to say -

see you did this to me.

I get back another sly smirk in response and a, "Ew, that smelled terrible, what's got your tummy upset?"

As I sit down the meeting starts so I join with what I'm sure is the fakest of smiles. Sophie passes my notes across the desk while I exchange greetings with the dozen or so VPs on the call.

"What's up guys?" Kristian, one of Marketing VPs starts off the presentation. I click the mute icon and nearly jump out of my skin when Sophie hops up on the desk. She has a banana in one hand and winks at me as she flips around and points her ass at my face. My eyes widen as she pulls her slacks off and bares her ass at me. The ring of dark skin around her asshole draws my gaze and I find it akin to escaping a black hole. My eyes simply refuse to look away...

"That's it silly. Keep watching." She brings the banana to her lips and seductively sucks at it.

I check my own video stream in a near panic to make sure she isn't visible in my webcam. Kristian and the others seem... unaware. No darting gazes or turned off cams. Sophie peers back at me and slowly licks the banana.

As I try to keep from gawking, she feeds the banana slowly, bit by bit up her ass.

"Sophie!" I hiss at her.

"Just watch..." She grunts with the effort of feeding the fruit up her ass.

About thirty seconds later and I am staring at the obscene tableau of my college assistant with a banana 99% of the way inside her ass. She giggles at my googly eyes and it just makes the scene even more bizarre as her anus winks around the banana.

I feel my cock harden and my throat goes dry.

"I think that will just have to be far enough. Now time for the fun part." Her tone is familiar enough here that I know she has something devious in mind.

I blink and look away from the banana... and her ass to search her eyes for a clue.

"Tell these fucking losers you missed breakfast." She begins. My heart pounds.

I hear her voice continue, "You'll need to be... rude and have a snack on camera." She says with a wiggle of her ass, her voice soft yet somehow so commanding I'm moving my mouse to the unmute icon before she even finishes the words.

I lean into the camera, "Uhh hey guys isn't this a lunch meeting?" I joke, "but seriously I'm going to stuff my face with a... uh banana while we finish this. No judgment." A few halfhearted chuckles and 'no worries' answer me as I click the unmute and watch as Sophie pushes the banana out of her ass. It falls onto my desk with a wet plop and breaks in half...

Jesus

My stomach flips as I pick up the first half of the banana and cut my eyes over to Sophie. She's watching me with lidded eyes and slowly rubbing her clit as she sees me obey.

The banana is...

slimy

.

Is this how they feel normally?

My mind races as I try to not think about the ass slime obviously coating the piece of fruit I'm about to munch on in front of my coworkers.

I bite into the banana and make a show of slowly chewing it. It tastes notedly... dirty. Her breathing is heavy, and I see she's close to making herself orgasm as she watches me reach a new low in my willing participation.

My soft gag on the slimy bitterness of the second bite proves to be the driving force in her orgasm. She moans and I see her thighs tremble as she cums on her fingers.