Falling into Depravity? Lost in Lust?
(Continuing from the previous poorly edited chapter.)
I hurried to her as an over-anxious lovesick puppy would. Twenty minutes later, my pulse racing, I rang the door entry system bell, she let me in, I bounded up the flight of stairs and in the wide-open door of her flat. She greeted me with a hug and a deep tongue French kiss.
Jessica and I kissed passionately in the hallway of her flat, her kneading and stroking my bum as she pulled our hips together, her pubic bone forcefully rubbing into my pussy. I loved it! I panted in expectation as our tongues fenced deep in each others salivating mouths. She broke from me and pulled me to her bedroom. Jessica, as good as wrestled my dress off my body, roughly pulled my moist knickers off my hips and cupped my wet pussy as she kissed me and moaned into my mouth. I was lost, overtaken by lust.
She pushed me onto the bed with force and stated." Danni, I am going to fuck you. You do want me to fuck you?" she smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with desire.
"Oh god! Jess, yes!" I simpered in reply. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted.
Pushing her jogging leggings down and pulling her crop top off over her head, she joined me on her bed. "You are so hot Danni, I have been thinking about this all day."
Jessica kissed me as she rubbed her cunt up and down my leg, grinding her wet cunt hard onto me, taking her needs out on me. Pursuing an orgasm, I wanted to please her, so I pulled her open thighs firmly to me. She climaxed violently, shuddering and shaking as she came. Panting with exertion, she relaxed her body briefly. Gaining her senses, wanting more, she mounted me top to tail her reddened wet cunt above my head, her mouth kissing my upper thighs, which I opened, wanting and expecting her to pleasure my pussy with her tongue. Jessica licked me from my clit to my anus. Exquisite sensual oral sensations coursed through my body. Exactly how I fantasised lesbian sex would be. I was holding my breath and had my eyes closed as I savoured the tonguing she was giving me. I came with force, moaning and chanting her name between ragged breaths of air.
Jessica, without any warning, pushed down on me and engulfed my head between her smooth thighs, smothering my mouth and nose with her wet juicy engorged cunt flaps and rode my head. I licked and lapped for all I was worth, wanting to please her, swallowing her sexual excretions in a devout worshipping of her cunt. Taking the onslaught of her selfish lust-driven action was not my choice. Her wanton use of me, causing her to forget my needs, wants, the question she asked me and my answer forgotten.
Jessica sat on my face, drove her soppy wet cunt into it. Slaking her need on me. I gasped for air at every opportunity as I push her bum up off me, trying to avoid her hurting me as such was her fervour riding of my face, fearing she might break my nose.
Jessica bought herself off on my face, her wet cunt threatening to suffocate me, she did not notice, or if she did, she cared not. The climactic conclusion of the force pursuing her pleasure shuddered through her like shockwaves. The final throws of her orgasm flooding my face in her viscose juices. Short of breath, my mouth and nose covered by her pulsing limpet-like cunt, her sexual secretions drowning, I fought her off me. I gasped for air in desperation as she rolled off me to my side.
Getting air into my lungs and with my breathing returning to near normal, I wiped her juices from my hot flushed face with the bedsheet. Feeling used and hurt, I turned to Jessica to admonish her. She was fast asleep, softly snoring, sated, satisfied, lying on her back, legs open, her pussy blood-engorged and dribbling with come.
I could not believe that someone I was so open and trusting with had used me as she had. I was distraught, seething.
I dressed quickly and left her lying in her uncaring lust sated sleep.
I got home to my flat, threw myself on the bed and burst into tears. I cried myself to sleep eventually, with the humiliation, hurt and poor judgment.
My mobile phone ring tone awoke me. Groggily I fumbled with it, seeing the time displayed as 13:00. The caller was Jessica.
I turned the phone off and tossed it across the bedroom. I was back to sleep within a minute.
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It took me a few days to recover mentally from my misreading of Jessica and my encounter with her.
Throwing myself into my modelling for the next month, I regained a semblance of confidence in my ability while recognising a flawed judgment, trusting while being driven by lust.
My work bookings due to self-promotion were increasing, working at lots of Midlands-based studios and gradually further afield.
Images of Jessica and me modelling together were displayed on modelling and photographers websites, not as explicit as some from the photoshoot we did the lesbian fantasy images were good. I had several requests to book us to model together, which was the only time the ordeal I had with her crossed my mind.