With a jolt, the clip ended after almost a full minute and looped back to the start where Jess found herself staring at Sophie resuming her naughty sleepover role-play once again. As the clip played for a second time, there was something about the way Sophie had her back turned to them, with the pillow over her head, that made Jess start fucking herself harder. This time Jess knew exactly where the clip was heading and Jess licked her lips as Sophie teased the camera by pulling her G-string to the side and exposing that tantalising little pussy. As Jess' fingers dragged herself so close to the brink, she heard Sophie taunt her about all the risks she's been taking, before asking her why she isn't being more careful.
As soon as Jess' eyes closed, with her two fingers pumping so hard between her legs, Jess dropped the phone from her hand as her mental image of Sophie started to fragment before smashing to pieces. After a moment, Jess' mind showed her the same scene she imagined earlier that night at Lana's. All Jess could see was Lana lying in her bed under a sexy black bedsheet, with her eyes closed as she played with her wet pussy...thinking about Jess turning the key...
In her mind, Jess was staring directly down at Lana as if she were positioned on the ceiling. The sexy, black silk bedsheet clung to every one of Lana's sensational curves as Jess could clearly see the seductress rubbing her fingers across her own hard clit. Time seemed to stand still as the same unseen force in Jess' mind started to slowly pull the bedsheet down, inch by inch, until it reached the foot of the bed and Lana's hypnotising figure was fully revealed. With her hand slowly teasing her slick pussy, Lana opened her eyes and looked straight up at Jess before curling her finger and beckoning her towards her. Immediately, Jess felt the unseen force snap her forwards, dramatically, violently, until she landed directly on top of Lana's naked body, with Jess' lips merely inches away from hers.
Jess braced herself for the fantasy to crumble, like everything else outside of the steel web had done, but this one started to calcify. Immediately, Jess realised that whatever this scene was...her kink was determined to show it to her. Just then, as Jess stared into Lana's deep brown eyes, she felt the black silk bedsheet start to slowly make its way back up the bed as it started to cover her feet, then her ankles and then all the way up to her knees.
Lana leaned forward even closer until her lips almost brushed against Jess', before purring. "You know, Sophie wasn't lying earlier when she told you about this. Just how much I've been lying in this big bed...playing with my wet little pussy...thinking about you turning that key..." Softly, Lana giggled into Jess' face as the bedsheet slowly rose and covered Jess' bare ass before creeping up towards her waist. Just then, Lana lifted her right hand into Jess' view and softly snapped her fingers.
Jess saw a brief flash of light before the fantasy remained, seemingly, unchanged. But just then, Jess noticed a delicate silver necklace had appeared around Lana's neck. It had a thin silver chain that ran all the way down to her cleavage, with a small silver key resting between her heaving breasts. Lana's right hand snaked up her body until she took the small key between her fingertips and slowly rotated it for Jess to appraise. There were two engravings, one on each side of the diminutive silver key. On one side it simply read "Jess" and the other read "Mark".
Jess was positioned on all fours as she rested on top of Lana and started to pant as the significance of the key made itself painfully clear. All the while, Lana's silk bedsheet crept further upwards until it was halfway up Jess' back. Just looking at the key, with all the innuendo that Lana and Sophie had deliberately fed to her mind...straight to her kink...was making Jess breathless in her own fantasy. She tried to close her eyes, but Lana simply whispered into her ear. "You don't have to do it alone, Jess...we can turn it together..."
Even trapped in her own fantasy, Jess expected to wince in disgust at the suggestion as the silk bedsheet finally made its way up to Jess' shoulders and covered them both in Lana's bed. But all Jess could do was move her hand up and take the silver key in her own fingertips, alongside Lana's, before parting her lips and slipping her moist tongue directly into Lana's mouth. As the black bedsheet rose above their heads, Jess gave Lana a long, slow, deep kiss as she positioned her dripping-wet pussy directly against Lana's and started to grind her hips.
Back in the reality of her own bedroom, Jess couldn't make it any further in her fantasy before exploding as she kept pumping her fingers in and out of her desperate pussy throughout every second of the powerful orgasm. With no one else in the flat, Jess called out in equal parts horror and ecstasy. "Fuck...fuck! Fuck you, Jess...you're fucking sick...you don't want that...listen to me...I don't...how could anyone fucking want that...?"
It was just after 5:00 a.m. when Jess' orgasm finally faded and all of the energy she had left had been completely expended. And so, after the most chaotic night of her young life, Jess passed out and fell fast asleep.
A few hours later, just after 11:00 a.m. on Sunday morning, Jess was sitting on her couch with her laptop balanced on her knee. As her left index finger slowly danced across her touchpad, Jess couldn't stifle the latest in a long line of extended yawns which showcased exactly how exhausted she felt. She'd managed to get some sleep, but her dreams were lurid and filthy. So much of what had gone down the night before was being fed back to her by her subconscious as she slept. Jess was a captive audience for her kink to remind her, again and again, of all the things it compelled her to do to satisfy it...with the looming threat of so much more to come...
Jess had rested her bare feet on the living room table as she caught up on the morning's news, all while taking care not to spill the extraordinarily large mug of coffee she'd poured for herself. With her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail and clad in just a black t-shirt and matching leggings, Jess cursed herself for not trying to go back to sleep for at least another hour. Just as she bent down to take a further sip of the hot beverage, Jess was startled by the sound of the front door opening and the sight of Mark walking into the living room.
She moved the laptop from her lap and tried to jump to her feet, but her body was stiff and tired from her exertions, so the best Jess could manage was to stand up in instalments. Once she made it to her feet, however, Jess found the energy to scurry across the short distance towards Mark and wrap her arms around his chest in a powerful bear hug. Buoyed by the receptive sound of his laughter, Jess looked up into his eyes and held his gaze. "Oh, babe...my perfect boy...before you say anything, I just want to tell you...how thankful I am for everything you did for me...for us...last night. I love you so much..."
The surreal nature of the exchange, considering everything he'd done with Lana and Sophie only hours ago, left Mark with as wide a smile as he could muster in his exhausted state. After spending the night on a date with another woman, and everything that happened afterwards, here he was getting a loving hug from his girlfriend who watched him do so much of it in front of her face. The contrast to the week prior when he felt so much guilt was remarkable. Mark felt like he could do no wrong. "Jess...you know how much I love you. But last night, with you there...as you said, close enough to reach out and touch...it just amplified everything so much for me. We didn't get to talk much last night, but...whenever I'd look across...the look on your face...babe, it looked like you were completely swept away." As he felt Jess' bear hug start to relax, Mark traced a fingertip against her cheek. "Just tell me though...did you get what you wanted from last night?"
Jess took half a step backwards before looking back into his eyes. "Listen, babe, I swear, you gave me even more than I could ever have imagined. Ever since that night we met her in the bar, I spent...so long...thinking about being there to see her kiss you...I'd think about it over and over and it would always light me on fire. But seeing it last night? Up close? Honestly, the way that little slut poured that water all across that tight fucking shirt...before pulling your lips in towards hers...it was so much more than I was prepared for. It was just...the virus in my mind...it loved every second of it, babe."
Mark allowed himself a tired stretch to soothe his limbs but the discussion with Jess had his mind in overdrive. "I know you told me so much about what's been going on in your mind last weekend, but when I met Lana last night, Jess...she made everything make sense. Do you remember last weekend when we were trying to understand just how she knows so much about what's going on with you? Well, babe...she explained it to me in the bar before we came to the club, and everything she said lines up perfectly with what you've been telling me. I don't know how to describe it, but it's more than just being perceptive, streetwise...or intuitive. These games she plays, the situations she's created...she just knows, babe...and she knows exactly what buttons to push...and just how hard she needs to push them...to bring that kink of yours out into the open..."
