Dangerous Desires (26 page)

arousal with no one to appease her insatiable clitoris. Pondering on inviting Louise round, she fervently gobbled and sucked on Ian’s purple knob.

“This will be a regular occurrence,” he whispered through the fence as she slurped on his bulbous glans. “Even if the people were at home, they couldn’t see me from the house.

Whenever I get the opportunity, I’ll ring you and you’ll come down here and suck me off. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, slipping his well-salivated cockhead out of her hot mouth.

“You’ll do as you’re told when you’re told. If you don’t, I’ll speak to the man’s wife and reveal your sordid secret. Now, suck out my spunk and swallow it.”

Ian was pretty good at disguising his voice, she mused, gobbling fervently on his solid knob. There again, she’d not known him for long and probably wouldn’t have recognized his voice anyway. Realizing that Carole might arrive at any minute, she wanked Ian’s cock-shaft and sucked and mouthed his swollen glans. Desperate for his creamy sperm to fill her thirsty mouth, she increased her wanking rhythm, licking and sucking his twitching sex crown as his gasps drifted in the summer air.

Her pretty mouth suddenly filling with his orgasmic cream, she repeatedly swallowed hard. Again wishing that she could get to his scrotum, knead his full sperm-eggs through the fleshy bag, she moved her head back and forth, mouth-fucking herself on his orgasmic cock. His sperm flow finally ceasing, his balls drained, she ran her hand up his shaft and squeezed out the last of his sperm. Sucking on his purple globe, she swallowed the last of his cream before slipping his saliva-dripping knob out of her wet mouth.

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“I’ll phone when I next need your mouth,” he said, his cock disappearing through the hole. Grinning, Annabelle walked back towards her house. The taste of sperm lingering on her tongue, her vaginal juiced decanting from her hot sex hole, she knew that she was going to have to masturbate to appease her solid clitoris. Wishing that Carole wasn’t coming round for a coffee and a chat, she gazed wide-eyed at the back of Ian’s house as the patio door slid open. Stopping dead in her tracks by the fence, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her heart racing, she frowned as Ian stepped out onto the patio and waved at her.

“Hi,” he said, walking towards her. I’ve just been to the bloody bank and they reckon that

...”

“You’ve been out?” she asked.

“I’ve just got back. Why?”

“Oh, er ... Nothing.”

“The bank have charged me for ...”

“Sorry, Ian,” she broke in. “My sister’s due at any minute. I’ll probably see you later.”

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, yes I’m fine. I’ll see you later.”

Dashing into the kitchen, Annabelle wondered what the hell was going on as she licked her sperm-glossed lips. If it wasn’t Ian, then ... Completely confused, she sat at the table and rested her head in her hands. Ian had admitted to blackmailing her so it must have been his cock she’d sucked. One penis looked much the same as any other, so she’d have not recognized the particular cock she sucked to orgasm. But he couldn’t have got from the fence to the house in 221

such a short time, she reflected. Perhaps he’d sprinted across the lawn and dived into the house before she’d seen him. It was highly unlikely, she knew. But there was no other explanation.

Answering the front door, she smiled and invited Carole in. Listening to her sister’s problems was the last thing she needed, but she had no choice. Leading the woman into the kitchen and filling the kettle, she closed the backdoor in case Ian was spying or listening.

Turning to Carole, Annabelle thought that she looked angry. There again, having discovered a plie of soiled panties in the shed, that wasn’t surprising.

“Has Brian been in touch with you?” she asked, sitting at the table.

“Not for a while. Why?”

“He rang me this morning.”

“Oh?” Annabelle breathed, fearing the worst.

“He said that he’d enjoyed my wanking him at your house, in your lounge.”

“What?” Annabelle gasped, forcing a laugh as her hands began to tremble. “What did he say?”

“He said that I’d wanked his cock while he was sitting on your sofa. He asked whether he could come round and ... He said that he wanted to fuck my mouth.”

“I can’t believe ... God, I knew that he was crazy but I didn’t realize that he’d gone totally insane. Why would he say such a thing? What would he gain by saying ...”

“I don’t know, Annabelle. In fact, there are several things worrying me at the moment.”

“Tom and the dirty underwear,” Annabelle breathed.

“Not only Tom and his dirty knickers.”

“Oh? What else is there? Apart from that idiot Brian.”

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“I feel that something’s going on. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I’m pretty sure that something’s going on behind my back.”

“What sort of thing?”

“I think Tom’s been having an affair. The strange thing about it is ... This is going to sound ridiculous but, whenever I begin to think about Tom seeing someone else, my mind blocks it out. It’s as if my mind won’t allow me to be suspicious of Tom.”

“I reckon that you’re confused, Carole. Think about it. You’ve just discovered Tom’s sordid secret, Brian made a stupid phone call ... I’m not surprised that your head is spinning.”

“It’s not spinning, Annabelle. My thinking is perfectly normal, until I ponder on Tom having an affair. That’s when my mind blocks out all such thoughts. Has he been to see you today?”

“Er ... He popped in earlier,” Annabelle replied hesitantly. The time had come to use her power, she knew. “Just for a quick cup of coffee.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said that there had been an argument and you were going to leave him.”

“Was that all he said?”

“Yes.”

Sipping her coffee, Annabelle decided to erase all thought of panties and affairs from her sister’s mind. This wasn’t what the power was for, she mused. She’d already interfered in Carole’s marriage and now she was going to have top ... What
was
the power for? she wondered.

Purely to enable her to have sex with anyone and everyone? No, there was more to it than that.

Wondering why the entity hadn’t wanted sex recently, Annabelle reached across the table and held Carole’s hand. Physical contact wasn’t necessary, but she wanted to be on the safe side.

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“Forget about the dirty panties and Tom having an affair,” she murmured.

“Forget?” Carole returned irritable. “How can I ...”

“You’ll not worry about Tom anymore,” she said, frowning as she realized that the power wasn’t with her.

“Don’t be silly, Annabelle,” Carole said, pulling her hand away. “I discovered filthy knickers in the shed. How can I forget about it? By the way, do you remember that tartan miniskirt you used to have?”

“Er ... Oh, yes,” Annabelle replied fearfully. “What about it?”

“I found it in the shed with the panties. What is Tom doing with your miniskirt?”

“It’s not mine,” Annabelle laughed. “I gave mine to a charity shop years ago.”

“Then why did you say that you couldn’t find it? I remember you saying that you’d searched high and low for it.”

“There was a mix up,” Annabelle lied. “Brian took a bag of clothes to a charity shop and

... Anyway, I can tell you that it’s not my skirt.”

“Panties, a skirt, several bras, a hairbrush, shoes ... They all belong to you, Annabelle.”

“You found a hairbrush and shoes in the shed?”

“Yes, I did.”

“What makes you think that they’re mine?”

“I’m not stupid, Annabelle. I recognized the skirt and the shoes.”

“Wait a minute,” Annabelle breathed, her dark eyes frowning as she decided to change tactics. “Come to think of it, I have lost several pairs of panties over the years. And one or two of my bras have gone missing. You don’t think that Tom ...”

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“Yes, I do. Looking back, I’ve realized that Tom has always gone up to your bathroom when we’ve visited you. That’s where you keep your laundry basket, isn’t it?”

“Er ... Yes, yes it is. But I really don’t think that Tom has been taking my dirty washing.”

“I do. In fact, I’m positive.”

This was getting serious, Annabelle reflected, wondering why the power had left her.

She’d saved herself by saying that she’d wondered where her underwear had got to, but she’d dropped Tom in it good and proper. There again, she’d only said that she’d had some clothing go missing. Deciding to put an end to the subject, she asked Carole when she planned to leave Tom and where she’d move to.

“He’ll be the one who’s leaving,” Carole returned bitterly. “Had it just been the dirty knickers, I could probably have come to terms with it. But, knowing that he’s been seeing another woman ...”

“You don’t know that,” Annabelle cut in.

“He came here to see you the other day.”

“Yes, yes he did.”

“When he got home, he had two pairs of ... I can only describe the garments as disgusting. He had two pairs of absolutely filthy panties in his pocket.”

“There’s no way they were mine,” Annabelle returned. “I wash my panties every day. I’d never allow them to get into that condition.”

“He hadn’t been anywhere else, Annabelle. He came straight home from your house. I’d better be going,” she said, rising to her feet. “I’ll get to the bottom of this if it’s the last thing I do.”

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Seeing her sister to the door, Annabelle knew that Tom’s fate was sealed. Although Tom had been stealing her dirty panties for years and it was his fault, she felt that she was also to blame. Having made sure that the last two pairs of panties he’d taken from the basket had been completely soaked with her vaginal juices, she was partly to blame. Closing the front door, she realized that she also had Brian to deal with. To ring Carole and suggest that he mouth-fuck her

... Without the power, Annabelle could do nothing, she knew as she wandered back into the kitchen. Perhaps it was best that she no longer had any influence over people, she mused. She’d done nothing with the power other than lure innocent people into her den of debauchery and sexually abuse them.

Walking into the lounge, she stared at the baby alarm and wondered whether to switch it off. This was the end, she decided. She’d enjoyed crude sex with both men and women, licked and fingered a young schoolgirl, had group sex with the teenage lads, sucked the spunk out of her brother-in-law’s cock ... The power had gone now, and she knew that she had to move on. There was still Ian, she mused. He’d phone and demand that she suck his cock through the hole in the fence so she wouldn’t go without sex completely.

Sitting in the armchair, she flicked the power point switch. That was that, she thought dolefully. She’d miss the fun and games, she knew. But she had to get back to the real world.

Deciding to find a job and perhaps a proper relationship with a decent man, she recalled her lesbian encounter with Louise and Alison. They were beautiful young girls with extremely alluring bodies. But they needed time to develop and discover the delights of sex with young men. Sabrina was experimenting sexually with a school friend. She’d soon grow out of her lesbian relationship and find a young lad. But what would Annabelle do now?

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he evening nearing, Annabelle had become bored and was pleased to find Louise T standing on the step when she answered the doorbell. The girl was dressed in her frumpy clothes, as usual. Her hair dishevelled, she really was going to have to smarten herself up if she was going to get anywhere in life. Inviting her in, Annabelle grabbed a bottle of wind from the fridge and took two glasses from the cupboard. Opening the bottle, she poured the wine and suggested that they sit in the lounge.

“So, how the studying going?” she asked as Louise sat in the armchair.

“Not too bad,” the girl replied. “I hope you don’t mind me coming round uninvited. It’s just that my father has given Alison a lift home and my mother has gone out.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” Annabelle said, wondering what Ian was getting up to with Alison. “It’s nice to have some company.”

“I thought you had lots of people visiting you?”

“Yes, there’s usually someone round for a coffee and a chat. It’s just that this afternoon has been rather quiet and all I had to look forward to was a boring evening.”

“I like this wine,” Louise said, emptying her glass.

“Would you like some more?”

“Yes, please.”

Taking her glass, Annabelle walked to the door and turned to ask her whether she’d like to try some red wine. Noticing the girl reaching down beside the armchair and switching the 227

baby alarm on, she stared in disbelief. Of all the suspects, she’d not for one minute thought that Louise had planted the alarm. Walking to the kitchen, she filled the girl’s glass and pondered on the situation. Why? she wondered. Why did Louise want to hear what was being said in her house? Was Alison in on the plot to spy on her? Unless someone had put Louise up to it, she ruminated, returning to the lounge and passing the girl her drink. This was supposed to have been the end of the sexual abuse, Annabelle ruminated. But, having decided to get a job and live a normal life, she was now in two minds. Sitting on the sofa, Annabelle didn’t know what to think as Louise smiled at her.

“I saw a friend of mine come to your house the other day,” Louise said.

“A friend?” Annabelle echoed.

“Sabrina.”

“You know Sabrina?” she asked, realizing that Louise had heard everything on the baby alarm.

“We’ve known each other for years,” she lied. “How do you know her?”

“I ... I happened to see her passing the house when I was doing the front garden. We got talking and she came in to look around.”

“Oh, right. She’s a nice girl.”

“Yes, yes she is.”