Dirty Seduction

My ears were ringing as I looked down at the girl with cum smeared lenses, and the Lilith showed in her again. Rosie lapped her tongue up against me like a dirty little kitten, tasting cum for the very first time.

“Do you like that?” I asked, and she nodded, showing me her tongue before she swallowed.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Take some more then.”

I did take hold of her hair this time. I pushed the swollen head of my dick in her mouth, dripping with cum as she slurped at me. She was a very, very good student.

She smacked her lips as I pulled away and I didn’t waste any time dropping down on top of her. I pinned her nicely and licked my cum from around her lips, before kissing her deeply enough to taste myself. It was pure, beautiful filth with a perfect angel.

“Your turn now,” I said after she’d kissed me back, and she was already well on the road to an orgasm when I positioned myself so her pussy was in my face. “Show me how you play,” I told her, and her fingers were frantic up close. Flickers against her slit, teasing her clit.

She’d have finished herself off in thirty seconds at the most if I hadn’t stilled her hand.

She moaned as I did it, in animalistic protest, but I gave her another shhh. I teased her pussy lips open to see her clit glistening, and I circled it with my cum-wet tongue.

Cum on her clit, that’s what I wanted to see.

My insanity reached a whole new level of lunacy. My cock was already hard again at the rush of fresh fantasies. Crazy, wild wants that came from nothing but the raw, basal ether.

These were new to me.

I wanted to coat my fingers with my cum and push them all the way into Rosie’s tight little cunt. It felt possessive, as though it would be the power of some kind of primal ownership that made no sense whatsoever to my rational mind.

I was always so careful with the girls I fucked. The last thing I wanted was any kind of accident, but I hadn’t so much as asked Rosie if she was on any form of contraception. This really was bloody madness.

No. NO. I wouldn’t entertain it.

I forced my crazy urges aside and focused on her. Her delicious pussy made that easy. Sucking on her clit was enough of a distraction to block out the world. The way she twisted her fingers in my hair and ground against me with whimpers of yes, yes, yes could keep me consumed for days on end.

She moaned like a princess, squirming and panting and bucking as I made her come, and then she thanked me with gasping breaths as I kissed my way back up her body. Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her.

I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues.

This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form.

We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months.

I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

I should have still been using it as a mantra to pull the fuck away from this divine creature, but I couldn’t do it. I was too far gone.

Being a sex addict who liked defiling girls didn’t usually bring me peace in the aftermath. It brought me torment. The shadows of morality were usually ready to strike just as soon as I’d burst through my lust, but I felt no torment whatsoever with Rosie. I kissed her shoulder like a lover as we rested, skin to skin. This was the personification of romance itself. A magical experience, worthy of savouring for ever. Pictures would never do this justice. My camera would be redundant at recording the intensity, nothing but a machine compared to the beauty of pure emotion.

It was her who broke the silence with another sweet little thank you.

My laugh was straight from the stomach. I rolled her to face me, planting a kiss on her lips amid the laughter.

“Oh, Rosie, sweetheart. There is most definitely no need for thanks in this situation, believe me, the thank yous are all mine.”

She still had cum smeared glasses. She made no attempt to clear them as she giggled along with me.

“I don’t care. I want to say thanks anyway. That was awesome.”

“How about the taste of cum, is that awesome too?”

“Yeah, I think it might be one of my favourite desserts from now on.”

“Steady on.”

She was still giggling.

“Ok, well, maybe it won’t beat chocolate fudge cake, but I’ll definitely like it on a regular basis. A very regular basis.” She touched my face, resting her thumb against my cheek, eyes turning serious, even behind the smears. “Is that what we can be? Can this be regular?”

I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

I tried to reinforce it to myself.

“It shouldn’t be,” I said, morality making a pathetic attempt at returning. “You need someone considerably better than a man like me to enjoy the pleasures with.”

“I don’t want anyone else, though. I want you.”

Her honesty was always astounding.

“You can’t know that yet,” I told her. “This is your only benchmark. You’re a young girl, with a long life ahead.”

She rolled her eyes, smile still cute. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a kid, and you’re a filthy pervert and all that. Whatever, Julian. You said you’d kill Scottie today for me, and you just made me come like I never knew it was possible. Show me anyone else who’d do the same. I’ve never seen them.”

“Not on this estate, no. But in the bigger world there are plenty of amazing men who could offer you a great deal of love and passion, as well as a fulfilling life.”

“You sound like a therapist now.”

Our humour was beautiful, just like her. Natural, just like her.

“I’d be a godawful therapist. I don’t think my life experience resume would give me all that much credibility somehow.”

“Who cares? I don’t.”

Oh, but she might if she knew. She hadn’t seen the disgust in my wife and children’s eyes.

I sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, the reality of this situation just beginning to show its true face to me, but Rosie wouldn’t let it linger. She rested her head on her elbow and flashed me a smile.

“What’s it going to be next then, Dr Julian? I could do with a nice, hot drink, I’m not sure about you.”

I tapped her nose, still consumed by her.

“I’m sure I can get you a drink, Miss Rosie.” I paused in my tracks. I still knew nothing about her. “What is your surname by the way?”

“Flynn,” she said, then held out a hand for a handshake. “Let’s take this as an official introduction.”

My mood was back to pink clouds and sparkling angel hair, another laugh hitting the room as I returned her handshake. “Hello, Miss Flynn, very pleased to meet you.”

“And you are?” she pushed.

I hadn’t given my name to anyone in this block. I should have held back, keeping my anonymity, but I couldn’t. Her request was too sweet to ignore.

“Julian Lockley,” I told her.

I watched it sink in. She’d most definitely be remembering it.

“Well, hello, Mr Lockley,” she replied, then gave me another grin. “I’d love a coffee, please.”

I was beaming like a bloody idiot as I got up to my feet and pulled her up alongside me.

“Your wish is my command,” I said, and offered her my discarded shirt to keep her warm.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she shot back as I walked away through to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help myself. I was smiling as I put the kettle on. I felt like a stupid bloody teenager with an all-consuming crush as my Eve crossed the threshold into my kitchen after me.

She hadn’t buttoned up the shirt. It was hanging open as she took off her glasses and wiped off the cum with a cuff, leaning back against the counter as though she truly belonged here.

I was staring at her as the kettle boiled, mugs already waiting. The giggling innocence in her was already fading, and my lovesick candy cane emotions were dropping below the horizon. My urges were returning, full and strong.

The vile addiction in me presenting its face again.

I wanted to defile and consume and deflower the beautiful princess in front of me.

I wanted to possess her like a little doll and play her body through every known game there was to play, and there was no denying it. My body was already electric with adrenaline, desperate for round two.

But then Rosie looked at me with something more. Something deeper.

Something that spoke to my soul.

Infatuation.

Beautiful, pure infatuation.

The princess was infatuated with me, just as I was possessed by her.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“I mean it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that for me today. Thanks will be never be enough.”

Oh, if only she knew. The very sight of her smile would be enough to thank me for ever.