Dangerous Desires (25 page)

don’t think he’s going to be a real problem. If he does come on strong, I’ll let you know. No, don’t send the heavies in yet. OK, speak soon.”

Happy that she’d said enough to frighten Ian, Annabelle rattled the receiver in its cradle and went into the kitchen. Gazing out of the window, she watched Ian leave his house and hover by the fence. He had to have been listening, she decided. He’d planted the baby alarm, he’d phoned and ordered her to send the young girl to the derelict house ... He was her man, all right.

But how did he know about her strange power? Reckoning that he must have listened on the baby alarm when the teenage lads had been there, he must have thought that she’d used hypnosis to have her wicked way with them. Believing him to be the culprit, she went back into the garden and stood by the fence. If he believed that she used hypnosis, then he might pretend to be under her spell if she murmured a few hypnotic words.

“Did you ring him?” Ian asked, leaving his house and joining her by the fence.

“Yes, I did. He’s going to get some photographs sorted out for you.”

“Great. When do I get to meet him?”

“This will be done through me, Ian. As you’ll appreciate, this isn’t strictly legal and ...”

“Yes, yes I understand. I’d never have guessed that you were in the porn business,” he chuckled. “What else do you get up to?”

“I ... I don’t get up to anything, Ian. This is strictly between you and me, OK?”

“Yes, no problem. So, how did you become involved in this?”

“That’s a long story. Is, er ... Is Jane in?”

“She’s gone out to post a letter.”

“Oh, right. Do you want to come over for a coffee?”

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“You bet,” he said, clambering over the fence. “You can tell me all about the porn business.”

Returning to the kitchen with Ian in tow, Annabelle filled the kettle. Making small talk about decorating the house and sorting the garden out, she finally led Ian into the lounge. He was wearing his shorts, as usual, and she wondered whether to have him strip off and wank his cock to orgasm. Whatever she ordered him to do, he’d have to comply if he was going to play along with her. Finally mumbling a few words, telling him that he felt sleepy, she concealed a grin as he appeared to be in a state of hypnosis.

“You mustn’t tell anyone about my pornographic work,” she said.

“No, I won’t,” he replied mechanically.

“The schoolgirl who came here ... If anyone knew about her, there’d be big trouble. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“You’d like to get your cock up her tight little pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, very much. She’s incredibly attractive.”

“You’re the one who phoned me and wanted me to send the schoolgirl to the derelict house, aren’t you?” she asked, wondering what his reaction would be.

“Yes, it was me,” he murmured, much to her surprise.

“Ian, are you really ...” Realizing that he wasn’t pretending, she again thought about the immense power she had at her disposal even without holding an ivory symbol. “The baby alarm.

You put it there, didn’t you?”

“Baby alarm?” he echoed. “I don’t know anything about a baby alarm.”

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“Yes, you do. You put it there, Ian. You plugged it into that socket by the armchair. You listen at the other end, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything about a baby alarm.”

“Right, you’ll forget about the schoolgirl and my so-called magical spells. And forget about the photographs. OK, wake up now,” she instructed him, deciding that her ex-husband had put the alarm there.

Sighing as Ian looked about the room, Annabelle realized that things were becoming complicated. Ian had admitted calling about the schoolgirl but, if he hadn’t planted the baby alarm, how had he known about Annabelle’s power? There were too many people involved, she reflected, suggesting that they go back into the kitchen. Pouring the coffee, she followed him out onto the patio and placed the cups of the table before sitting opposite him.

“How’s Louise getting on with her studies?” she asked.

“She seems to be distracted recently,” he replied. “There’s something on her mind, but I don’t know what.”

“Would you like me to talk to her?”

“It might be worth a try. I’ve asked her wether everything’s all right and so’s her mother.

But we don’t seem to be getting anywhere. Something’s on her mind, I’m sure.”

“Her friend, Alison ...”

“What about her?” he asked guiltily, his dark eyes mirroring anxiety as he rubbed his chin.

“Do they study together?”

“Er ... Yes, yes they do.”

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“It might be better if Louise studied alone. I mean, if Alison’s always there with her ...”

“No, no,” he cut in. “It’s nice having Alison round. To help Louise, I mean.”

“Yes, of course. How do you get on with Alison?”

“Me? Well, I ... I get on all right with her. What do you mean, exactly?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It was just something I observed.”

“Annabelle, when you were at my place and you went up to the bathroom ...”

“Yes?”

“Er ... It doesn’t matter.”

“I reckon that Alison has got the hots for you.”

“What?” he gasped. “Got the hots for
me
? What on earth makes you think that?”

“The way she looks at you.”

“God, I’m old enough to be her father.”

“I know that, Ian.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Nothing. Do you remember what I said about the pictures of that schoolgirl?”

“Schoolgirl? Pictures? No, I don’t.”

“Not to worry. Right, there’s your coffee.”

“What pictures?”

“I must have forgot to mention it. It was just some holiday photographs a friend of mine has. So, how’s Jane?”

“She’s OK. Annabelle, has Alison said anything to you?”

“What about?”

“Having the hots for me, as you put it.”

“No, she hasn’t.”

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“It seems odd that you should think that. I mean, she’s my daughter’s best friend. There’s no way she’d fancy me.”

“Female intuition, Ian. Forget I said anything.”

He was worried, Annabelle knew as he sipped his coffee. At least she’d erased thoughts of pornographic pictures from his mind. And he had no recollection about the schoolgirl and magical spells. Annabelle had at least solved some problems, but she still had the baby alarm to think about. Someone was listening at the other end, but who? Although she found it difficult to believe that Brian had put the alarm in her lounge, she could think of no one else who’d do such a thing.

Knocking back his coffee as Jane called out from his garden, Ian flashed Annabelle a worried grin and headed across the lawn. Watching him clamber over the fence, she wondered when he’d call with his threats. The next time he phoned, she decided to have some fun, play games with him. He’d have no recollection of Sabrina now, but he was sure to phone and demand something or other. Walking into the house as the front doorbell rang, Annabelle was surprised to find Tom standing on the step.

“Are you all right?” she asked as he stepped into the hall.

“No, not really,” he sighed.

“Come into the kitchen and I’ll make you a coffee. I was expecting Carole to call in for a chat ...”

“I think she’s coming to see you later this morning. We’ve ... we’ve had a bit of a row, I’m afraid.”

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“Yes, she did mention it to me.”

“You must think me awful, what with the panties and ...”

“Not at all, Tom. Men have fantasies. There’s nothing wrong with that. Where do you get these panties from?”

“Er ... I send away for them,” he lied, eyeing her naked thighs. “You do think badly of me, I can tell.”

“I never judge people, Tom. If you collect dirty knickers, then that’s your business. Mind you, to leave them lying around for Carole to find ...”

“They were hidden in the shed. She said that she was looking for a trowel and happened to find them.”

“What’s done is done. So, what happens now?”

“She reckons that she’s going to leave me. I can understand how she feels, but ... Oh, I don’t know. We never have sex, Annabelle. I might as well be single. In fact, I’d have more sex if I
was
single. She never comes anywhere near me. She just doesn’t want to know.”

“Let’s take our coffee onto the patio,” she said, passing him a cup. “Seeing as you collect dirty knickers, I can understand why Carole isn’t eager to have sex. She’s always been a prude.

Mind you, I don’t suppose I’d be too pleased to discover that my husband collected women’s dirty knickers.”

“No, I suppose not.”

Sitting on a patio chair opposite Tom, Annabelle parted her thighs and displayed the hairless lips of her vulva. He noticed immediately, his wide eyes transfixed on her creamy sex crack as he fidgeted on his chair and almost spilled his coffee. Annabelle was loving every 216

minute of the game. The excitement and danger of showing off her hairless pussy sent a quiver through her young womb, a tingle through her stiffening clitoris.

“It’s really hot again today,” she said, smiling as he stared at her wetting sex crack.

“Mmm, it is,” he replied pensively, obviously forgetting his troubles.

“Are you all right?” she asked. “You seem to be rather distant.”

“What? Oh, er ... Sorry, I was deep in thought. What were we talking about? Oh, yes.

Carole, that was it. So, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I wish ... Never mind.”

“Tell me, Tom. What do you wish?”

“I wish Carole was more like you. You’re different, Annabelle. You’re fun to be with, good for a laugh and ... Anyway, Carole is Carole, and no one’s going to change that.”

“Why do you collect dirty underwear, Tom? I mean, what do you do with it?”

“Well, I ... I don’t do anything with it. It’s just this thing I have about panties. I don’t know why, but I like panties.”

“Dirty panties?”

“Well ... I’d rather not talk about it, Annabelle. It’s something that I’ve done for many years. It was my secret, but now ...”

“Now Carole knows and I know ... Where are the panties now?”

“Carole got rid of them. Well, I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’ll just nip up to the bathroom and then I’d better be going.”

Concealing a grin as Tom entered the house, Annabelle knew that he was going to check her laundry basket for dirty panties. He’d have to start from scratch, she mused. At least he’d find a couple of pairs of panties in the basket to begin his new collection. Deciding to help him 217

by leaving her soiled panties in the basket rather than washing them, she slipped her fingers between the swollen hillocks of her love lips and scooped out her vaginal cream. Realizing how wet she was, she wondered whether to have Tom lick her to orgasm before he left.

“Right, I’ll be going,” Tom said, appearing in the kitchen doorway. “I’d love to stay but I have things to do. Besides, Carole will be here soon. I really don’t want to bump into her.”

“OK, Tom. Call round again.”

“Yes, I’ll do that. Thanks for the coffee, and the chat.”

“You’re welcome.”

He had her dirty panties in his pocket, Annabelle was sure as she heard the front door close. She would have had him attend her insatiable clitoris but, as he’d said, Carole was going to arrive before long. What with her discovering the evidence of his peculiar fetish, it probably wasn’t a good idea to have her run in to her husband at Annabelle’s house. The phone ringing, Annabelle instinctively knew that this was going to be a busy say. First Ian and then Tom, Carole was due to arrive ...

“Hello,” she said, pressing the receiver to her ear.

“You haven’t used the hole in the fence recently,” a man said, unaware that Annabelle now knew his identity.

“Who is this?” she asked, deciding to play along with him.

“I like watching you sucking your neighbour’s cock. And now I want you to suck my cock. Go to the end of the garden and I’ll be ready and waiting behind the fence.”

“If you think that I’m going to ...”

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“The people next door have just gone out so you’ll be safe enough. Go there now, Annabelle. If you don’t, then ...”

“All right, all right,” she snapped, her pretty face grinning as she banged the phone down.

Ian had a thing about sticking his erect cock through holes and having girls suck him off, she reflected, making her way down the garden. The thought that Ian believed that he was using blackmail to force her to suck his cock excited her. For a change, she was being used for crude sex rather than her using others. But she still wondered how on earth he knew about the so-called magical spell. At least she’d erased all memories of Sabrina from his perverted mind, she reflected as she stood by the new fence panel.

A solid penis emerging through the hole, Annabelle grinned and stifled a giggle. Ian was a fool, she ruminated, gazing at the folds of the fully-retracted foreskin, the glistening purple knob. Dropping to her knees, she ran her fingertip up and down his fleshy shaft, teasing the rim of his helmet, stroking his sperm-slit. His cock-shaft twitching expectantly, she licked his purple crown, savouring the salty taste of his sex globe as he gasped behind the fence. Wishing that he could ease his full balls through the fence, she decided to use her power and order him to make the hole larger. Imagining licking the sac of his scrotum, nibbling the fleshy bag as she wanked the solid rod of his penis, she took his purple crown deep into her hot mouth and sucked hard.

His gasps growing louder as she swept her tongue over the silky-smooth surface of his swollen glans, she moaned softly though her nose as her own arousal heightened. Again, she realized that all she was doing by cock-sucking Ian through the fence was sending her libido rocketing. Once she’d swallowed his creamy spunk, she’d be left in a dangerously high state of 219