Dangerous Desires (21 page)

“Well, I like that,” he moaned. “The minute my back’s turned ...”

“She’s divorced, Brian. You can’t expect her to stay single. Or celibate, for that matter.”

“I’m not letting her off the hook just like that, I can tell you.”

“Off the hook? But, you threw her out.
You
wanted the divorce.”

“Yes, but ... If she thinks that she can just up and leave me, go off with some other man and ...”

“You threw her out, Brian. The way you’re talking, anyone would think that she deserted you. She didn’t leave you for another man. You told her to get out, you went to a solicitor to file for divorce and ...”

“Yes, yes I know. But I thought that she’d come back.”

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“Why would she do that? You made it perfectly obvious that you didn’t want her.”

“I was trying to teach her a lesson, Carole.”

“And you still are?” she asked accusingly. “You’re still trying to teach her a lesson, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Running to the police with your accusations. You’re still trying to teach her a lesson, aren’t you?”

“Yes, no ... Oh, I don’t know. She just went off and ...”

“Brian, you keep forgetting that you threw her out of the house.”

“Yes, but I thought she’d come back. Look, I’ve come here to see you, Carole. Do we have to talk about Annabelle all the time?”

“Seeing as she’s my sister and you’ve told me that she’s mentally ill and has had a string of affairs, yes, we do have to talk about her.”

“I think I’ll be going,” he sighed. “I came here to see you and ... I thought you wanted me?”

“I did, Brian. But, to be honest, the things you’ve been saying about my sister ...”

“So, you don’t want me now?”

“You came here to have sex with me, didn’t you?”

“To be honest, yes. From what you said to me on the phone ... I thought that you wanted sex with me?”

“Why don’t you unzip your trousers,” Annabelle breathed huskily, kneeling on the floor at his feet. “Before I agree to have sex with you, I’d like to see what you have to offer me.”

“This is more like it,” he chuckled, tugging his zip down. “I knew that you couldn’t resist me.”

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“And I can’t resist you,” she giggled. “Throughout my entire marriage, I’ve thought about your cock,” she whispered, wondering what sort of game she was playing, and why.

“Every time Tom has fucked me, I’ve imagined that it was you.”

“I wish I’d known before,” he said smugly. “I’d have given you my cock whenever you’d wanted it.”

Taking her position as he hauled his erect penis out of his trousers, Annabelle again wondered why she was doing this. He’d go away believing that he had a relationship with Carole and ... But no. She’d use her power to have him forget about the past, and his visit to her house to meet Carole. He’d forget about his continuing fight against Annabelle and his meeting with Carole. She’d order him to inform the police that he’d found his money and ... This was the end, at long last, she reflected. No more harassment, no more worries. This was the end of the nightmare.

Taking the fleshy shaft of his cock in her hand, she rolled his foreskin back and forth over the purple globe of his solid cock. She’d wank him and bring out his sperm before sending him packing - never to see him again. Feeling confident as she ran her hand up and down the twitching shaft of his cock, she couldn’t believe that the end of the nightmare was in sight. After months of harassment, allegations, accusations, visits from the police ... Was this why the power had come to her? she wondered. Had some unseen force taken pity on her and given her the power to deal with her ex-husband. Possibly, she mused. But the entity wanted sex in return.

“I know that you’ve always wanted to get your hands on my cock,” Brian said smugly as she rolled his foreskin back and forth over his swollen glans.

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“It’s a shame that you set out to cause problems,” Annabelle breathed.

“What do you mean?”

“Had you left Annabelle in peace, we could have started a secret relationship long ago.”

“We can have one now,” he replied.

“Not really. Not with Annabelle worrying about the police and your continual allegations.

She always coming to see me for a chat. The minute Tom goes to work, she’s round for a coffee and a chat.”

“So?”

“It makes it very difficult for you to visit me during the day. Impossible, in fact.”

“Why?” he gasped, his penile shaft twitching expectantly. “Surely, I can come and see you now and then?”

“I’d have loved to have you call round for sex, Brian. You see, Annabelle turns up out of the blue and ...”

“When you’re expecting me, tell Annabelle not to come round as you’re going out.”

“Maybe.”

“How about slipping into bed?” he asked, his thin lips furling into a grin. “I’ve always wanted to get you into bed, Carole.”

“No, not here.”

“Why not? Come on, you know that you want my cock. I can see how much you love wanking me. You’ve never been lucky enough to see such a magnificent cock, let alone hold one. That’s true, isn’t it?”

“You’re by no means modest, are you?”

“Annabelle used to say that I had a huge cock. Always trying to get her hands on it, she was.”

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“Really?” Annabelle sighed, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “That’s not what she told me.”

“What do you mean? What did she say?”

“She said that ... Let’s not talk about Annabelle. I want to watch your spunk shoot out.”

“She’s going without sex now, I can tell you that.”

“It seems that you can tell me quite a few things, Brian.”

“She’ll come running back once she realizes what she’s thrown away. I’ll bet she’s desperate for my cock. She’ll come crawling back, I can tell you.”

Wanking his cock-shaft faster, Annabelle realized that her ex-husband really did believe that she’d go back to him. Was he in denial? she wondered. His mental state had certainly deteriorated since she’d left him. The more she looked at him, pondered on his words, the more she despised him. She’d never known hate. She’d disliked one or two people she’d met during her short life, but she’d never felt hatred towards anyone. Did she hate Brian? she wondered. He deserved to be hated for the way he was.

His sperm suddenly jetting from his throbbing glans, splattering his trousers, she wanked his cock faster. This was so strange to her. Her ex-husband sitting on her sofa while she wanked his cock and brought out his spunk ... But, after this, never again would she see him, let alone masturbate him to orgasm. As he writhed and gasped in his coming, he reached out and squeezed the firmness of her breast through her loose-fitting blouse. Backing away and releasing his spent penis, Annabelle didn’t want him touching her. As much as she was desperate for sex, she didn’t want her ex-husband anywhere near her young body.

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“Aren’t you going to lick it up?” he asked, gazing at the white liquid of orgasm running down his deflating cock-shaft. “Go on, you know how much you’d love to lap up my spunk.”

“No,” she replied firmly. “I have to get home. Tom will be wondering where I am.”

“Next time, maybe,” he said, his face grinning as he zipped his trousers. “Now that you’ve seen what I have to offer, you’ll be desperate to have sex with me as often as you can.”

“Yes,” she breathed, deciding that now was the time to use her power and be rid of him for good.

“Are you into cock sucking?” he asked as the phone rang.

“I ... I’d better answer it,” she said, climbing to her feet. “It might be Tom.”

“Your betrayed husband,” he laughed. “Still, you have a real man to satisfy you now.”

“A real man,” she murmured, despising his very being. “Wait there, I won’t be a minute.”

Walking into the kitchen, Annabelle grabbed the receiver. Horrified to hear the low voice of her would-be blackmailer, she felt a shiver run up her spine. He didn’t make any demands of her, which she found odd. All he wanted was to ask her whether she’d fucked the man she had in her house. He was watching the house, she knew as she replaced the receiver without saying anything. If he was able to see her at the end of the garden, and watch her visitors entering the front door ... She had to concentrate on Brian, she mused, leaving the kitchen. The time had come to use her power and send him packing.

“Brian?” she murmured, walking into the deserted lounge. “Brian, where are you?”

Realizing that he’d gone, she felt a bolt of fear course through her young body. Believing that he now had a relationship with Carole, he’d ... She didn’t know what he’d do. “Shit,” she breathed, praying that he wouldn’t ring Carole at home. If he rang her and talked about her wanking his 181

cock and bringing out his spunk at Annabelle’s house ... There was nothing she could do, she knew as wandered back into the kitchen and she gazed out of the window. The thought of Brian talking to Carole wasn’t her major problem. The police would continue with their enquiries and

... “Shit,” she murmured again, wishing she’d been able to use her power before he’d left the house. Had the bloody blackmailer not phoned ...

Hearing Ian calling her, she stepped out into the back garden. He was leaning over the fence, the sun beaming down onto his naked chest as he smiled at her. Aware of the spying blackmailer, she walked slowly towards him, wondering whether to try out the hole in the fence.

It might give her the opportunity to discover the identity of the blackmailer, she mused. Once at the end of the garden, she’d look about, check the bushes, check every nook and cranny for prying eyes. If she knew who the man was, she’d be able to use her power and deal with him.

Asking Ian about the fence, she followed his to the end of the garden to look at his handiwork.

“As you can see, it’s six feet high,” he said, his hand waving over the top of the fence panel.

“It’s fine,” she replied, eyeing the hole he’d carefully drilled.

“I was going to make it lower but I thought this would be more secure. We can still chat over the lower fence up by the house.”

“You’ve done a good job, Ian,” she breathed, her eyes darting this way and that. “Why don’t you test the hole?”

“The hole,” he murmured. “Test the hole.”

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Again looking about her as Ian’s erect penis slipped through the hole, Annabelle felt sure that no one could see her. Grinning as she eyed the fleshy rod of his cock, his purple glans glistening in the sunlight, she dropped to her knees and tentatively kissed his ripe plum. His penis was a picture, she thought, eyeing his solid shaft pointing skywards through the hole. It was a shame that she couldn’t knead and lick his scrotal sac, but she was happy to have his purple knob to suck on.

Glancing around the garden to make sure no one was spying on her, she sucked his swollen glans deep into her wet mouth and ran her tongue around the salty rim. He tasted heavenly, she mused, sinking her teeth gently into the hard shaft of his penis as she took his knob to the back of her throat. Her cheeks bloated, her succulent lips stretched tautly around the broad base of his cock, she realized that she hadn’t got an ivory symbol with her. Thinking that perhaps she’d got to the point where she had use of the power without the need for the symbols, she realized how easy it would be to influence people. She’d not even needed to make physical contact with Ian to cast her spell, she mused as she gobbled on his bulbous glans. But more, with the fence panel between them, she’d not even had to look at him.

This was truly amazing, she reflected, bobbing her head up and down, repeatedly taking the crown of his knob deep into her sperm-thirsty mouth as he gasped behind the fence. Feeling that she was somehow blessed, she looked upon herself as a sex goddess. She could order any man, or woman, to strip and offer her crude sex whenever she so desired. No ritual, no symbols, no physical contact ... Just cold, crude sex whenever she wanted it.

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Slipping Ian’s penile globe out of her mouth, she looked about her. The bushes, the fences ... There was no one to be seen. She was perfectly safe, she was sure as she tongued his sex slit. There was no voyeur, this time. Sucking his throbbing knob into her hot mouth as his gasps grew louder, she sucked and tongued his salty glans. Desperate for his sperm to bathe her pink tongue and flood her mouth, she gripped his solid shaft in her hand and wanked him.

Mouthing fervently at his cockhead, she slipped her hand between her thighs and scooped her vaginal cream out of her sex crack. She was drenched, her juices of lust oozing from her lust hole, trickling down between the pert globes of her naked bottom.

Massaging her sex cream into the shaft of Ian’s cock, smearing the opaque liquid over his purple knob, she sucked him into her thirsty mouth again. Tasting her own juices of desire, she scooped more cream out of her vulval slit and covered his cock with the lubricous liquid before taking the entire length of his shaft into her wet mouth. The taste of her vaginal fluid mingling with his salty helmet, she savoured the head blend as she withdrew his shaft and tongued his knob-slit. She was in her sexual heaven, she knew as she listened to the singing birds perched in the surrounding trees. The sun warming her, the bird chirping, a cock about to spunk her mouth

... This was her paradise.

“God,” Ian breathed behind the fence as his glans ballooned and throbbed and his spunk gushed into her gobbling mouth. Drinking from his fountainhead, Annabelle knew that she needed a solid cock driving deep into the hungry throat of her vagina. Wondering whether the teenage boys would loiter outside her house again, she imagined inviting them in and ordering them to fuck and spunk her wet orifices. But the thought of being watched nagged her. Even now, sucking on Ian’s orgasming knob and swallowing his gushing sperm, she was alert. There 184

were too many worries, she reflected, squeezing the last of his spunk out of his penile shaft and lapping up his cream. Brian might contact Carole, the police might call again, the voyeur ...