Dangerous Desires (4 page)

“Finger my cunt,” she breathed, horrified by her crudity. His finger driving into the hugging sheath of her vagina, he massaged her G-spot as she towered above him gasping in her soaring arousal. Wasting no time, his tongue delving into the top of her moist sex valley, snaking around the bud of her erect clitoris, he sucked hard on her pleasure spot. Annabelle felt her legs sagging, her womb contracting, as her juices of arousal streamed from the gaping entrance to her tight vagina. Masturbating was all very well, she mused in her sexual delirium. But there was no substitute for the feel of a man’s finger inside the wet shaft of her burning pussy, a man’s tongue licking the sensitive tip of her solid clitoris.

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Her juices of desire streaming down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, she shuddered and breathed heavily as her pleasure heightened. No one had touched her there since she’d left her husband, no one had massaged the inner flesh of her yearning vagina, payed intimate attention to her hungry clitoris. Her areolae darkening, her sensitive milk teats stiffening, pictures loomed in her racked mind again. A huge penis was hovering over her face, white sperm jetting from the knob-slit and rained over her mouth, her cheeks, her hair. Was this a dream?

“Turn round,” Dave ordered her, his finger sliding out of her well-juiced pussy hole.

“Take your gown off and turn round.” Complying, Annabelle frowned as he ordered her to stand with her feet wide apart and bend over. “You want to be used and abused?” he murmured, his thumbs parting the firm cheeks of her naked bottom as she touched her toes. “Then you’ve called on the right man.”

Called on the right man
? Pondering on his words as she felt his wet tongue snaking over the firm globes of her bottom, Annabelle realized that she
had
called on him to use and abuse her. The ritual had worked, she was sure as his tongue ran up and down the length of her anal valley, wetting the sensitive brown tissue surrounding her tightly-closed anus. No man had ever touched her bottom-hole, let alone lick her there, and she wondered why she wasn’t protesting.

The crude act sending electrifying ripples of pleasure deep into her pelvis, she couldn’t understand why she was allowing a man she hardly knew to commit such a debased sexual act on her young body.

“You taste good,” he breathed, his wet tongue sweeping over the puckered flesh of her anal eye. “Part your feet further. I want to push my tongue deep into your arse and taste you.”

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Obliging, Annabelle parted her feet and pushed her buttocks out, the once-secret inlet to her rectal duct opening wide. She could feel her buttocks parting further, her most private hole dilating as his tongue entered her and licked the dank walls of her anal canal. This was debased in the extreme, she reflected, the blood rushing to her head as her clitoris swelled. Her long black hair trailing over the floor, she looked up between her firm thighs at Dave as he repeatedly drove his tongue into the tight duct of her arse. His breathing quickening as he sucked on her anus, his trousers bulging with his obvious arousal, Annabelle knew that he was going to commit sexual acts far cruder than this.

Again wondering whether she’d somehow been affected by the ritual, she couldn’t recall a time when she’d felt so wicked and dirty. She’d always enjoyed sex, straight sex. But to allow a man to push his wet tongue deep into the tight duct of her anal canal ... This was something she’d never dreamed she’d do. Her tight anus, the hot sheath of her hot rectum ... That most private part of her body wasn’t to be used for sex, was it? As Dave’s finger slid into the tight duct of her young pussy, sending delightful ripples of pleasure through her contracting womb, she again realized how much she’d missed while married to Brian.

Brian had been loving and caring when Annabelle had first met him, but he’d never deviated from the so-called sexual norm. Her first anal experience had been during her early days of masturbation when she’d caressed her bottom-hole to heighten her pleasure. After that pioneering act, she’d often stimulated the sensitive nerves of her anus while massaging her clitoris to orgasm. Finally plucking up the courage to drive her finger deep into her anal canal, she’d shuddered uncontrollably as her clitoris had exploded in orgasm. But that had been her 28

most secret and private act. Brian had never ventured between the pert cheeks of her bottom, and she’d thought that men were only interested in her pussy.

“I’ll use and abuse you,” Dave breathed, slipping a finger into the hot duct of her well-salivated rectal tube. “I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.” A second finger stretching open the delicate tissue surrounding her anal inlet and driving into the hot depths of her rectum, Annabelle couldn’t believe that she was allowing this crude violation of her naked body. It wasn’t as if she’d been going out with Dave for a few months and knew him well. This was cold sex, she mused. Cold, raw sex for the sake of sex.

A third finger forcing its way deep into her bloated rectal duct, Annabelle whimpered as her bottom-hole stretched open painfully. The sensations permeating the very core of her trembling body, she imagined Dave’s huge penis driving deep into her hot bowels and fucking her there. Picturing her anal tissue stretched tautly around the root of his solid cock, his heavy balls slapping her vaginal lips as he rocked his hips and fucked her, she shuddered as her cunt-milk flowed from the sheath of her vagina and streamed down the pale flesh of her inner thighs.

Dave’s fingers finally leaving her burning sex holes with a loud sucking sound, he stood behind her and unzipped his trousers. He was going to fuck her, spunk her cervix, she knew as his bulbous glans slipped between the wet petals of her inner lips. His swollen knob gliding along her sex tube, finally pressing against her creamy-wet cervix, she felt her clitoris emerge fully from beneath its pinken hood. His lower belly slapping her rounded buttocks as he began his vaginal fucking, she gasped and whimpered in her sexual delirium.

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She needed this, she reflected as he grabbed her hips and repeatedly pummelled her ripe cervix with his swollen glans. Her outer love lips rolling back and forth along his cunny-wet shaft, her clitoris massaged by his pistoning cock, she was quickly nearing her climax. She could feel her anus spasming, her private hole opening and closing as her sphincter muscles contracted and relaxed. A finger driving into her bottom-hole would have been nice, she mused, her vaginal muscles tightening, gripping his pistoning cock shaft. Why was she thinking like this?

“No,” she breathed as his knob slipped out of her vaginal canal and pressed hard against the brown tissue of her anus. She could hear his heavy breathing as he grabbed his penis by the base and forced his bulbous knob past her defeated anal sphincter muscles. His purple plum gliding along the hot walls of her rectal tube, making its way deep into the very core of her bowels, she felt that her pelvic cavity was inflating to capacity. Never had she known that such beautiful sensations were derivable from the private tube of her rectum. Never had she dreamed that a man’s huge cock would drive into the tight duct of her arse. As he withdrew, her anal ring hugging the rim of his helmet, he clutched her hips and drove his knob-head deep into the fiery heat of her bowels. His swinging balls slapping the wet flesh of her pussy lips as he arse fucked her, he began gasping as he increased his anal pistoning rhythm.

“Dirty little whore,” he breathed, repeatedly ramming the swollen knob of his cock-shaft into the burning core of her bowels. Delighting in his crude words, Annabelle pictured the brown ring of her anus hugging his slimed shaft as he fucked her with a vengeance, the delicate tissue rolling back and forth along his cock. This was the sort of thing whores did, she mused. Dirty filthy whores took it up their arses and enjoyed having their bowels pumped full of spunk.

Annabelle wasn’t a whore, was she? Dave’s slimed cock gliding in and out of her inflamed 30

rectum, his gasp of debased pleasure reverberating around the room, he was treating her like a common slut. She was a whore, she knew.

His sperm finally jetting from his throbbing knob, lubricating the forbidden union, he let out a rush of breath. The swinging sac of his hairy scrotum slapping her sex-wet pussy lips, his lower belly smacking her naked buttocks, she listened to the squelching of his sperm as he pistoned her cum-brimming anal canal. The illicit act sending shockwaves of debased pleasure through her naked body, she could feel his spunk gushing into her tight arse, flooding her hot bowels. This was real sex, she reflected.

“Filthy slut,” Dave gasped, his swinging balls draining as he arse fucked her young body.

Annabelle had never heard such crudities murmured during sex. Brian had remained silent, apart from the odd grunt and moan as he’d pumped his sperm deep into her vagina. This was new and exciting, but Annabelle again wondered whether Dave had been influenced by the ritual she’d performed. Was this the real Dave? she pondered, his sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of her anus and running down between the fleshy lips of her pussy. Or was he possessed by some hideous entity?

Yelping as Dave slapped the rounded flesh of her buttock with his palm, Annabelle protested. She’d never been spanked, and didn’t want to experience the pain of a good thrashing.

Undeterred, Dave repeatedly spanked each naked buttock in turn, his cock shaft swelling within her anal tube as his spunk filled her hot bowels. Again and again, his palm smacked the glowing flesh of her rounded bottom as he rode her naked body with a vengeance. Her buttocks stinging, 31

she tried to stand up to halt the gruelling punishment, but Dave held her down and thrashed her until her bum cheeks burned a fire-red.

“No more,” she whimpered, his huge cock finally beginning to deflate as he lashed each stinging globe of her naked bottom. Managing to move forward, she breathed a sigh of relief as his spent cock slipped out of her inflamed rectum. “God,” she murmured, falling to her knees and resting her hands on the floor. Sitting on the sofa, Dave chuckled. He was loving every minute of her plight, she knew as she turned her head and faced him. Grinning, he licked his lips and eyed the sperm oozing from the burning eye of her arse as she lay on her side to recover from the beautiful abuse.

“I haven’t finished with you yet,” Dave said, eyeing the erect teats of her young breasts.

“That’s enough,” she breathed. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Of course you can. I haven’t fucked your pretty mouth yet.”

“Dave, I ...”

“What’s the matter? You wanted me to use and abuse you, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but ... I mean, no I didn’t.”

“Shave your cunt,” he said firmly. “I like my filthy little whores shaved.”

“Dave, are you all right?” she asked, staring into his glazed eyes.

“I will be once you’ve shaved your dirty little cunt. Go on, shave your filthy cunt. I want you looking like a naughty little schoolgirlie.”

“Are you normally like this?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that you seem different.”

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“Different?” he sniggered. “I’m treating you the way you want to be treated, Annabelle.

You want to be treated like a filthy slut, and that’s what I’m doing.”

“OK, so stop it now.”

“Stop? Why stop? OK, go and shave your dirty cunt.”

“All right,” she said, rising to her feet and leaving the room.

Locking the bathroom door, Annabelle sat on the side of the bath and thought about Dave’s crude request. It was as if he was possessed by some insane pervert, she mused. Was the ritual to blame? she wondered. No, she concluded. The ritual was nothing but nonsense. There was no black magic or Voodoo. The power of suggestion might have ... But Dave had heard the girl’s voice, heard Annabelle’s thoughts. What did he intend to do next? she wondered fearfully.

If he really was possessed and he ...

“Have you shaved your piss-dripping pubes yet?” he called through the door.

“Dave, please ... Go home now, Dave,” she said, seriously beginning to fear him.

“Go home? But ...”

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Please, go home now.”

Hearing movements in the hall, she wondered what he was doing. Praying for him to dress and leave, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her naked body. This was crazy, she reflected, listening at the door. The ritual hadn’t changed Dave in to a sex fiend. He must have been that way before, she was sure. Not knowing him well, she hadn’t realized that he was heavily into perverted sex. This had nothing to do with unseen entities, had it? Annabelle didn’t 33

know what to think. The front door finally slamming shut, she emerged from the bathroom and ventured into the lounge.

“Thank God,” she whispered, sure that he’d left. Grabbing her dressing gown, she switched the light off and went into her bedroom. Sperm oozing from the burning ring of her anus, she knew that she should have a shower before going to bed but she was physically and mentally exhausted. Pulling the quilt up around her neck, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about the ritual. Were the ghosts in the house? Were monsters lurking, hiding in the shadows, waiting to pounce? In her dreams, her nightmares, images of the Devil haunted her.

Woken by the phone the following morning, Annabelle wasn’t going to answer it. Her bleary eyes glancing at the clock, she knew that she should be up and ready to go job hunting. Finally opening her sleepy eyes wide when she realized that the caller wasn’t going to give up, she lifted the receiver. It was her sister with another report about Brian. Annabelle didn’t need this. But listened to the story about his car breaking down by the roadside before recalling the words she’d murmured during the ritual.

“When was this?” she asked, sitting up.