Dangerous Desires (30 page)

Finally slipping her wet tongue out of Louise’s bottom-hole, she led the naked girl into the lounge. Gazing out of the window, Annabelle tried to formulate her plan. Having Brian caught in her house might solve all her problems, she reflected. The police would believe that he’d been there and stolen her stiletto, her gold earring ... Whatever they did or didn’t believe, it 255

would certainly weaken their case against her. How would Brian explain his presence in his ex0wife’s house? What reason could he possibly give for being there? That was his problem, she mused, checking the time.

“When Brian gets here, you’ll offer him sex,” she said, turning and facing Louise. “Once he sees your naked body, he’ll be hooked. I ... I won’t be around. I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to do this, but ... OK, I’ve got it. When you hear the phone ring, grab your clothes from the kitchen and leave by the back door. The minute the phone rings, get out of the house and hide in the garden.” Gazing out of the window again, she grinned as Brian walked up the path. “Good, he’s here. Go and answer the door and do exactly as he asks. You want money, OK? You want money in return for sex. Take whatever he offers you. You must be really crude, Louise. Act like a filthy little whore, like a dirty little slut. I also want you to forget about the hole in the fence.

There’s nothing between your father and me. Oh, and tell Brian that Carole is out.”

Hiding in the bedroom, Annabelle listened as Louise opened the front door and invited Brian in. He’d think it most odd that a teenage girl should offer him sex, but he’d jump at the chance to fuck her without asking too many questions. Spying through the crack in the door, she watched the girl lead her ex-husband into the lounge. This had to work, she thought, creeping into the hall and listening at the door.

“So, who are you?” Brian asked. “Where’s Carole?”

“Carole’s out,” Louise replied. “Do you want me or not?”

“God, yes.”

“You must pay me for sex.”

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“Pay you? Er ... How much? I only have thirty pounds on me.”

“That will do.”

Grinning, Annabelle spied on her ex-husband as he almost tore his trousers and shirt off.

She was right, she reflected. He’d not asked too many questions. What man would waste time asking questions when a beautiful young girl was offering her naked body for sex? Brian was soon fondling Louise’s naked body, his cock pointing to the ceiling as he sucked on her ripening nipples. Dropping to her knees, Louise rolled his foreskin back and engulfed the purple knob of his rock-hard cock within her wet mouth.

“I don’t want to come yet,” Brian murmured, moving back and withdrawing his saliva-wet cock from her thirsty mouth. “Stand up and bend over,” he ordered her. “That’s it. Now stand with your feet apart and bend over and touch your toes.” Watching Louise take her position, Annabelle new that her ex-husband was going to shaft the tight duct of her arse.

Driving his solid cock deep into the hugging sheath of her cunt, lubricating his organ, he finally withdrew and pressed the bulb of his purple glans hard against her tightly-closed anus.

Slipping into her bedroom, Annabelle grabbed her mobile phone and called the police.

Explaining that she was outside her house and could see someone moving about in her lounge, she grinned as the man said that he’d send a car round. The sound of crude sex emanating from the lounge as she slipped through the hall, she crept out of the house and left the front door open.

This was going to work, she was sure as she looked up and down the road.

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Wondering what the hell the police were doing as the minutes passed, Annabelle noticed Ian leaving his house. This was all she needed, she thought as he smiled at her. Wondering what to say as he approached, she saw a police car racing towards her. Dialling her home number on her mobile, she explained to Ian that someone was burgling her house. Grabbing his arm as he began to head for her front door, she pulled his aside.

“Leave it to the police,” she said, hearing her phone ringing.

“Did you leave the door open?” Ian asked.

“Of course not,” Annabelle replied, switching her mobile off as two police officers left their car and raced up the path to the front door. “I’d just been down to the local shop and when I got back I noticed that the door was open. I could see someone moving about in the lounge, so I called the police.”

“Nothing’s bloody safe these days. You just can’t be too careful.”

“I’ve got nothing worth stealing,” she said, wondering what was happening in the house.

“They’ll take anything. Ah, here they come.”

“Brian,” Annabelle gasped as the officers marched her ex-husband down the path. “What the hell ...”

“Do you know this man?” one officer asked.

“Yes, his name id Brian Davis. What the hell ...”

“She invited me round,” Brian said.

“Invited ... I did
not
. You’re the last person I’d invite to my house. You’ve got a key, haven’t you? What the hell were you doing ...”

“We’ll send an officer round to speak to you later, ma’am.”

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Watching as they bundled Brian into the police car, Annabelle concealed a grin. He was going to have some explaining to do, she mused happily. Particularly as he’d been naked when the police had caught him. Louise had obviously made her getaway and was cowering somewhere in the back garden. If Ian discovered his naked daughter ... Explaining that she wanted to check her house, she told Ian that she’d speak to him later.

Closing her front door, Annabelle dashed through the house to the back garden and called Louise. “Shit,” she cursed, realizing that the girl had gone. Hoping that she’d dressed before going back to her house, Annabelle returned to the kitchen and filled the kettle. Her plan couldn’t have worked better, she reflected, spooning coffee into a cup. Pouring her coffee, she thought about her spare front door key. Taking it from her bag, she placed it on the kitchen table and let out a chuckle. She’d tell the police that she thought she’d lost it and had just found it on the floor in the hall.

“Perfect,” she breathed, wandering into the lounge. Eyeing the baby alarm, she switched the socket off and sat in the armchair with her coffee. Brian’s accusations would now be questionable, she mused. If he had a key to the house, he’d have been able to take the earring and the stiletto shoe without any problems. The police would realize that he’d only have to watch the house and wait for her to go out before entering. Hearing Louise calling from the backdoor, Annabelle leaped to her feet and called her into the lounge.

“Hi,” she said, grinning as Louise entered the room. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” the girl replied, flopping into the armchair. “I got fer up with studying so I thought I’d come round and see you.”

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“I’ve been burgled,” Annabelle announced, almost proudly.

“God,” Louise breathed. “What’s been taken?”

“Nothing, fortunately. It was my ex-husband. He got in and ... Well, I called the police and they nabbed him.”

“What was he doing here? What did he want?”

“I have no idea. It looks as though he had a key. Anyway, the police will deal with him.

Your father was outside when the police arrived. Didn’t he tell you about it?”

“No, I haven’t seen him. I think he’s gone out.”

“Oh, right. Do you remember what we were talking about this morning?”

“I wasn’t here this morning.”

“Sorry, I’m getting confused,” Annabelle giggled. “I don’t even know what day it is.

Have you been up to anything interesting?”

“No, not really. Oh, something odd happened earlier. I found thirty-pounds tucked down my bra. God knows where it came from.”

“That
is
odd,” Annabelle laughed. “You’re as bad as I am, forgetting things.”

“I didn’t put it there. I’d have remembered, wouldn’t I?”

“I’m sure no one else put it there, Louise.”

Standing by the armchair, Annabelle again used her power on the girl. Once under her influence, she placed one foot on the arm of the chair and pulled her short skirt up. Her hairless vaginal crack gaping, she instructed her slave to lick her to orgasm. Immediately complying, Louise licked the full length of Annabelle’s sex crack, lapping up her flowing juices of desire as she breathed heavily through her nose. Her wet tongue sweeping over the erect bulb of her clitoris, Annabelle parted the swollen lips of her vulva and closed her eyes.

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This was what the power was for, she reflected, her juices of lust streaming from the yawning entrance to her love sheath. Whenever she needed the intimate attention of a young girl’s tongue, all she had to do was use the unseen force. Rather than use anyone and everyone to appease her sexual appetite, Annabelle decided to stick to a selected few. Living next door, Louise was a prime choice. Tom was handy, she mused, recalling his eyes focused on the pink crack of her vagina as she’d sat with her thighs parted.

“Damn,” she breathed as the hone rang. Ordering Louise to stay put, she grabbed the receiver. “Yes?” she snapped.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Brian asked.

“
Me
?” she returned angrily. “What the hell were you doing here?”

“You asked me to come round, Carole. You rang me and asked me to meet you there.”

“Carole?” she echoed, loving the game. “This is Annabelle, for Christ’s sake.”

“Annabelle? But ...”

“Why the hell would Carole arrange to meet you at my house?”

“But I thought ... When did you get back?”

“It doesn’t matter when I got back. I want to know what you were doing in my house.”

“Look, I don’t understand this any more than you do.”

“You’re mad, Brian. Totally mad. Carole invited you here? I’ve never heard such rubbish.”

“There was a girl there, at your house. I ...”

“A girl?”

“A young girl. She was naked and ...”

“Now you really have lost the plot.”

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“Look, this is all some kind of mix up. I want you to tell the police that I ...”

“I’ll tell the police that you came into my house uninvited. No doubt to steal something.”

“Of course I didn’t.”

“Where did you get a key from?”

“The girl let me in.”

“What girl? There’s no girl here, Brian. I think you need psychiatric help, I really do.”

Hanging up, Annabelle placed her foot on the arm of the sofa and again offered the yawning crack of her sex-dripping vagina to Louise. Sabrina was obviously an extremely tempting choice, she thought as her clitoris swelled and pulsated beneath Louise’s sweeping tongue. But the girl was so young. Young or not, Annabelle knew that she couldn’t resist the little beauty. Now that Ian had been forced to forget about the schoolgirl, Annabelle was free to lure her into her house, her den of illicit sex, and enjoy the delights of her young body as and when she wished.

“Wait,” she breathed, taking her foot of the sofa and turning round. Bending over, she lifted her skirt up over her back and separated the pert cheeks of her bottom. “Lick my brown hole,” she ordered Louise, holding her anal gully wide open. “Tongue my arsehole.” Obediently following her mistress’s instructions, Louise ran her wet tongue up and down the ravine of Annabelle’s bottom. Working the tip of her pink tongue around the entrance to her rectal sheath, she expertly teased the sensitive nerve endings there. Yanking her rounded buttocks further apart, opening the inlet to her inner core, Annabelle shuddered as sensations of obscene sex rippled through her young body.

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She could feel the girl’s hot breath within her crevasse, her inquisitive tongue snaking into her rectum. Touching her toes, her bottom-hole fully exposed, Annabelle looked up at Louise between her shapely thighs. The girl was enjoying giving anilingus, but it was a shame that she’d recall nothing of her lewd act. Would the taste linger on her lips? Annabelle wondered.

Would she lick her lips and wondered what it was? Licking her own lips, Annabelle could still taste Louise’s bottom-hole. Lewd thoughts flooding her mind, she again realized that she was addicted to the act of anal tonguing, giving and receiving anal pleasure.

“Open my arse wide,” she gasped, her clitoris swelling, her lubricious juices of arousal streaming from the gaping hole of her hairless cunt. “Put your fingers in me and stretch me open.

I want you to lick deep inside my arse.” Shuddering as Louise slipped her thumbs into her rectum and painfully opened her once private hole, Annabelle felt the girl’s tongue delving into her painfully dilated rectal sheath. This was degradation beyond belief, she reflected, her anal ring opening wider. The very core of her young body laid open, used and abused by a teenage girl, she instructing the teenager to fist her arse.

“Start with your fingers,” she breathed shakily. “Push your fingers deep into my arse and then your fist.” Her young body trembling uncontrollably, as Louise pushed at least three fingers into the tight duct of her bottom, Annabelle reached behind her back and parted her rounded bum cheeks and painfully opened her small hole. “Hurt me,” she gasped, her hole opening progressively wider as Louise eased her fingers deeper into her anal canal. “I want you to push your fist deep into my arse and hurt me.”

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The girl’s knuckles passing her tight anal ring, Annabelle could feel her pelvic cavity bloating, inflating, as her fist entered her once-sacrosanct sheath. Her cuntal milk flowing in torrents between the swollen lips of her hairless vulva, streaming down her inner thighs in rivers of milk, she let out a long sigh of pleasure as Louise’s fist was suddenly sucked deep into the hot cavern of her bowels. Twisting her clenched fist, massaging the tautly stretched walls of Annabelle’s inflamed rectal duct, Louise slipped two fingers into the constricted sheath of her mistress’s hot cunt. She was going to try to double fist her, Annabelle knew as more fingers forced their way deep into her tight cunt. Her delicate inner lips stretched around Louise’s knuckles, Annabelle let out a yelp as her fist entered her.