Dangerous Desires (35 page)

Pacing the lounge floor, Annabelle felt cold as the room began to darken. The entity was close, she was sure as she looked about her. What did it want? she wondered fearfully.

Incoherent words resounding around her mind, she frowned. Something was trying to communicate with her, she knew. Making out the word
leaving
, she concentrated hard.
Leaving
now. Time has come
. It was a distant male voice, muffled, distorted. Her hands trembling, she recalled the invisible penis fucking her tight holes, the cold mouth sucking on her erect nipples.

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The room suddenly brightening, warming, Annabelle wondered whether the entity had gone for good. Did she still have her power? she thought, not sure whether she really wanted the power to control people. She’d had her fun, but now? Sabrina was late for school, she reflected.

Late because she’d been used and abused. This was wrong but ... Dripping in confusion, Annabelle didn’t know what she wanted, what she needed. Taking an ivory symbol from the mantlepiece, she knew in her heart that the entity had left her.
Time has come
? she mused.

Perhaps the unseen being had moved on to another young girl, another victim. Hearing the front doorbell, she placed the symbol on the mantlepiece and dashed though the hall.

“Come in,” she said, opening the door and smiling at Tom and Carole.

“Are you sure you don’t mind us dropping in at a minute’s notice?” Carole asked, following Tom into the hall.

“Of course I don’t mind,” Annabelle chuckled. “Come into the lounge.”

“It’s hot again,” Tom said, flopping onto the sofa. “We might be having a barbeque this evening. If you’re not doing anything, come and join us.”

“Yes, yes I think I will,” Annabelle replied. “Coffee?”

“I’ll make it,” Carole said, moving to the door. “You sit down and chat to Tom.”

“Oh, right,” Annabelle breathed.

Sitting in the armchair, Annabelle thought that Tom and Carole must have got over their problems. They seemed normal enough, she reflected, again wondering whether the power was with her. Parting her thighs as she reclined in the chair, she watched Tom’s eyes widen. He’d believe her to be unaware of her exhibitionism, she knew as he focused on the triangular patch of 299

material hugging her succulent sex lips. Had he forgotten all that had happened? she wondered, parting her thighs a little further.

“How are things in the shed?” she asked, grinning at him.

“The shed?” he chuckled, his dark eyes frowning. “Why ask about the shed?”

“I just wondered whether things had settled down. As far as your collection is concerned, I mean.”

“Collection? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Never mind. So, you’re having a barbeque? It must be my turn, surely?”

“It doesn’t matter whose turn it is. Your place, our place ... What the hell? We should make the most of this weather.”

“You’re right. I don’t know how much longer it will last. We’ll probably have a week of rain before long.”

“God, don’t say that. All right if I use your loo?”

“Yes, of course.”

Watching Tom leave the room, Annabelle knew that he was going to raid her laundry basket. Thinking it odd that he seemed to have forgotten that she knew about his collection of panties in the shed, she wondered whether the entity had got to him and erased all such thoughts from his mind. Mentioning the shed to Carole as she brought the coffee in, Annabelle realized that her sister had no knowledge whatsoever of Tom’s sordid secret.

“The dirty panties,” Annabelle breathed.

“The
what
?” Carole giggled. “What
are
you talking about?”

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“Sorry, I was thinking aloud. I must do some washing as I’m running out of panties. The laundry basket is overflowing.”

“Oh, I see,” Carole said, sitting on the sofa. “I wondered what on earth you meant. Any sign of a job, yet?”

“No, not yet. To be honest, I’ve not really been trying. I’ll have to make a real effort soon. So, how are you and Tom getting on?”

“We’re fine. Why do you ask?”

“I just wondered. Oh, I must show Tom the wall socket by my bed. It’s loose and I thought that he might be able to do something with it.”

“I’m sure he will,” Carole said, smiling as Annabelle left the room. “Tom’s good at things like that.”

“Yes, I know.”

Meeting Tom on the landing, Annabelle mentioned the socket and led him into her bedroom. She was determined to discover whether or not she still had the power as he knelt down and looked at the socket. The entity had gone, but ... Thanking Tom as he stood up and said that the socket was fine, Annabelle sat on the edge of her bed and gazed at the bulge in the crotch of his trousers. This was dangerous, she knew as she wondered what to say. If she didn’t have the power, he’d wonder what the hell had come over her if she asked him to get his cock out.

“Want me to suck your knob?” she whispered softly, looking up at him.

“Yes,” he replied, unzipping his trousers and pulling his stiffening penis out.

“You’ve taken some panties from the laundry basket, haven’t you?”

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“Yes, for my collection,” he breathed, obviously under the influence of her power.

“And you looked up my skirt in the lounge, didn’t you?”

“Yes, at your tight panties. They’re wet.”

“That’s because a young schoolgirl licked me to orgasm. I’ve very wet, Tom, And very thirsty for your creamy spunk.”

Leaning forward, Annabelle took the purple globe of his cock into her wet mouth and sucked hard. Savouring the salty taste of his penile plum, she rolled her tongue over its silky surface and moaned softly through her nose. Teasing his sperm-slit, snaking her tongue around the rim of his helmet, she wanked the fleshy shaft of his solid cock. Wondering why the entity had left her with the strange power, she realized that she’d never discover who or what the unseen being was. Did it really matter? she reflected. She had the power to enjoy sex with anyone and everyone, that was all that mattered.

As Tom’s cock twitched and he pumped his creamy sperm into Annabelle’s gobbling mouth, she rolled her tongue over his orgasming sex globe and repeatedly swallowed his male seed. She could hear Carole calling from downstairs, asking how much longer they were going to be. Drinking from her brother-in-law’s huge cock, the sperm dribbling down her chin, Annabelle felt her juices of lust filling her tight panties as Carole again called out. The excitement, the danger of being caught ... Annabelle was going to enjoy her power, she knew as she swallowed the last of Tom’s spunk.

“We won’t be a minute, Carole,” she called, slipping Tom’s sperm-dripping knob out of her wet mouth. Running her tongue up his deflating shaft, lapping up the last of his spunk, she 302

thought it a shame that there was no time to have him fuck her rectum and spunk her hot bowels.

But there’d be plenty of opportunities, she thought happily, looking forward to the barbeque that evening. The taste of sperm lingering on her tongue, she ordered him to do his trousers up and go and stand by the door. Obediently complying as Annabelle wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, he looked about him as if puzzled as she thanked him for looking at the socket.

“We’d better go down and have our coffee,” she said, moving to the door.

“Er, yes,” he breathed, walking across the landing. “The socket ...”

“I thought it was loose but if you say it’s OK, that’s fine.”

“All done?” Carole asked as they entered the lounge.

“All done,” Annabelle replied, the taste of Tom’s sperm mingling with Sabrina’s anal scent.

“Have your coffee, Tom” Carole said, finishing hers. “And we’ll go into town. Oh, Annabelle, I forgot to tell you. Brian rang last night.”

“Brian?” Annabelle echoed, wondering what the hell he was up to now.

“He’s landed himself a job somewhere down in the Mediterranean.”

“Really? That
is
good news.”

“Apparently, after all the problems he’s been having here, he applied for this job to get away from everything. He has a year’s contract starting straight away.”

“That’s great,” Annabelle chuckled. “I can hardly believe it.”

“I don’t know what the job is. Something to do with sales, I think he said. So, you won’t be seeing him for a while.”

“I just hope it’s true.”

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“It’s true, all right. He gave me a number, should anyone need to contact him. Look, we’d better be going. Sorry we couldn’t stay longer, Annabelle.”

“That’s all right. It’s been lovely to see you both. And I’ll see you again this evening.”

“Yes, come round any time. We’ll probably start cooking at around six.”

Following the happy couple into the hall, Annabelle imagined Tom sniffing her dirty panties once he got home. He’d probably wank as he breathed in the scent of the stained crotch, she thought wickedly. Carole would be busy in the house, having no idea that her husband was sniffing her sister’s panties and imagining her wet cunt as he brought out his sperm. Their marriage was all right now that they had no recollection of the recent events, Annabelle though as she opened the door and waved them goodbye. Sucking the spunk out of Tom’s cock wasn’t going to do any harm, she knew as she returned to the kitchen. Perhaps the odd suck when Carole wasn’t around, the odd arse-fuck ... Perfectly harmless. And now that Brian was away to foreign shores ...

“Hi,” Louise called, tapping on the backdoor.

“Oh, hi,” Annabelle said, grinning at the girl. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. I can’t be bothered with my studies today so I thought I’d come and see you.”

“I’m pleased to see you, Louise. How’s your father?”

“He’s all right. He’s working in the garden, doing something with the fence.”

“Ah, right. I might put my bikini on and sunbathe. How about you?”

“Yes, that’s a good idea. I’ll go and get change and be back in a minute.”

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As the girl left, Annabelle realized that she, too, had lost all memory of the past events.

This was like starting afresh, she mused, slipping up to her bedroom and donning her bikini.

She’d discovered what she could and couldn’t do with the power, learned valuable lessons. And was now ready to put the force to proper use. No silly games, she reflected, bounding down the stairs in her skimpy bikini and stepping out onto the patio. A quick blowjob through the fence, invite Sabrina in for lesbian loving, use Louise for crude sex ... But no silly games.

“Hi,” Ian called over the fence. “Louise is changing. I suppose you’re both going to enjoy the sun?”

“Very much so,” Annabelle replied, walking towards him. “What are you up to today?”

“Messing around with the fence at the end of the garden. There’s a huge hole in it. I’m sure it wasn’t there when I put the panel up.”

“Show me,” Annabelle said, walking down the garden.

“Can you see it?” Ian asked the six-foot fence dividing them.

“Oh, yes. I wonder ...” she began, realizing that the power hadn’t worked on Ian before.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Ian ... Ian, I want you to use the hole. Use it like you did before.”

Waiting, listening intently, Annabelle wondered what he was doing. Had the power worked? Or was he in control, wondering whether this was too risky as Louise was about to walk into the garden? This
was
dangerous, Annabelle reflected. But it wasn’t a game. This was sex, sexual gratification. She wasn’t harming anyone, she mused. Not one of her victims would recall 305

what she’d done, so what the hell? The police off her back, Brian out of the way, Tom and Carole happy ... The time had come for Annabelle to find her happiness, her domain.

Ian’s semi-erect penis emerging through the hole, she grinned as she dropped to her knees. Whether he was under her influence or not didn’t matter. Fully retracting his fleshy foreskin, she pushed her tongue out and licked his glistening knob. The salty taste sending delightful quivers of sex throughout her bikini-clad body, she engulfed his swollen glans within the heat of her wet mouth and sucked gently. She could hear him gasping behind the fence as she worked her tongue over his slit and around the rim of his sex crown. Gasping, trembling in his male pleasure ... There was no harm in sucking his cock and swallowing his copious flow of spunk.

Wondering what Louise would think if she discovered her father with his cock stuck through the hole in the fence, Annabelle tried not to laugh as she sucked on his bulbous knob.

Desperate for his creamy spunk, she wanked the solid shaft of his penis and rolled her wet tongue around his silky sex globe. Did Alison still suck his cock through the hole in the bathroom wall? What with Ian’s illicit mouth-fucking and Tom’s dirty panty sniffing ...

Everyone had their sordid secrets, she reflected.

Hearing Louise calling, Annabelle swallowed hard as her mouth filled with Ian’s sperm.

The white liquid dribbling down her chin and splattering her bikini top, she did her best not to waste a drop of his male cream as he gasped and moaned in his illicit pleasure. Wanking his huge cock, bringing out her prize, she swallowed again and again as his heavy balls drained. If Jane wanted his sock in her mouth, she’d wonder why he was short of spunk, she thought in her 306

wickedness. Did he mouth-fuck his wife and shoot his spunk down her throat? Probably not, Annabelle thought. That was her role, she mused. Appeasing married men’s cock, swallowing their gushing sperm ... That was her role in life.

“Where are you?” Louise called as Annabelle sucked the remnants of spunk out of the girl’s father’s cock. Running her hand along his deflating shaft, she squeezed out the last of his spunk and lapped it up before rising to her feet and ordering his to make himself decent. Licking her sperm-glossed lips, she wandered down the garden towards the house as Louise stepped out of the kitchen and grinned.