Dangerous Desires (8 page)

Leaning forward, Annabelle took his ripe plum into her wet mouth and ran her tongue over his sperm-slit. This was truly amazing, she reflected, savouring the salty taste of his swollen glans as he gasped and trembled. But she was still fearful of the power, the consequences of tapping into some unseen force. Slipping his knob out of her hot mouth, she eased his full balls out of his jeans and ran her tongue over the wrinkled surface of his scrotum.

She had to discover exactly what the power was, what it was capable of. If she could harness the force and use it to her advantage, she knew that she could have anything she wanted.

Her vagina still aching after the crude fisting, she knew that she had to control the power rather than let it run wild. Taking Ian’s purple knob to the back of her throat and sinking her teeth into the root of his huge cock, she wondered how much influence the power had over the gasping man. He’d told her his thoughts, she reflected. He’d mentioned her pretty mouth and said that he’d wanted her to suck him. Perhaps, under the influence of the power, he had to tell the truth.

“Does your wife suck your cock?” she asked, slipping his salivated glans out of her hot mouth.

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“No,” he murmured. “She won’t do that.”

“When did you last come in a girl’s mouth?”

“Yesterday,” he breathed, much to Annabelle’s astonishment.

“Yesterday?” she echoed. “Who was it? Who was the girl?”

“Louise’s friend, Alison.”

“Her friend? Where was this?”

“She came to the house to see Louise. She sucks me off whenever she gets a chance.”

“Where do you go with her? I mean, do you go into the garden or ...”

“There’s a secret hole in the bathroom wall. It’s a thin partition wall between the bedroom and the bathroom. I move the dressing table to one side and slip my cock through the hole. Alison goes into the bathroom and slides the full-length mirror to one side and sucks me off.”

Taking his ripe plum into her wet mouth again, she ran her tongue around the rim of his helmet and pondered on his amazing revelation. If his wife found out about his adultery with a young girl ... Deciding to get to know the family, Annabelle was desperate to see the hole in the wall. Imagining the man’s cock slipping through the hole as she sucked and mouthed his twitching cock, she let out a low moan as her mouth flooded with sperm. Gasping, Ian clutched her head as his balls drained. Drinking from his orgasming knob, Annabelle knew that she could use the power to get anything she wanted. Sex, money ... Wondering whether to blackmail Ian as she repeatedly swallowed, she finally slipped his deflating glans out of her mouth and licked her lips.

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“Go home now,” she ordered him as he zipped his jeans. “Forget about Louise, the way she was after coming here. And I want your wife to invite me round one evening.”

“Yes,” he murmured, rising to his feet and walking to the door. “I’ll ask her about it now.”

“And don’t say anything to Louise.”

“No, I won’t.”

As he left the house, Annabelle sat on the sofa and thought about the future. She had to harness the power, she mused. Wondering whether to place the black cloth beneath the armchair and slip the ivory symbols down the sides of the cushion, she realized that she’d not needed the candles to influence Ian. This was going to be very interesting, she thought, gazing at the armchair and imagining victim after victim sitting there.
The chair of truth. The chair of sex
.

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aving spent the day cleaning the house and setting up the armchair, Annabelle wondered H how to spend the evening. She needed a visitor to test the armchair, she mused, making sure that the ivory symbols were tucked well down the sides of the cushion. Having heard nothing from Dave for a while, she wondered whether to ring him and invite him over for a drink. Or Louise might like to call round for lesbian sex.

“Hello,” she said, hoping that it was Dave as she answered the phone.

“It’s me,” Brian murmured.

“You’ve got a nerve phoning me,” Annabelle returned angrily. “What do you want?”

“You’ve been to my place, haven’t you?”

“What? Of course I haven’t.”

“You came here and took some paperwork.”

“Brian, I haven’t been anywhere near your bloody place. In fact, I can’t keep far enough away from it. Or you, for that matter.”

“I know you’ve been here and taken some papers, and some money.”

Hanging up, Annabelle couldn’t believe the man’s audacity. Fuming as the front doorbell rang, she knew that Brian wasn’t going to stop hounding her. He’s car had broken down, he’d lost his job ... But that wasn’t enough, she reflected. In his strange mental state, he’d never give up. He’d continually hound her, seek her out, cause problems and ... She was going to have to 64

use the unseen power to do far more than cause him minor problems, she knew as she walked though the hall. Brian was going to have to be dealt with, once and for all.

Answering the front door to Jane, Ian’s wife, Annabelle smiled as she scrutinised the woman. She was in her late thirties, not unattractive with her dark hair cut in a bob and her succulent red lips furling into a smile. Her mouth was large, Annabelle observed, her lips full and thick. Did she take her husband’s cock into her accommodating mouth and allow him to fuck her there? Did she allow him to fill her mouth with his spunk? Why was Annabelle thinking this way?

Wearing a blue knee-length skirt and white blouse, Jane had an air of respectability about her. Annabelle couldn’t imagine the woman sucking spunk out of a man’s throbbing knob, and she wasn’t surprised to hear that Ian used a young girl’s mouth to satisfy his male needs.

Wondering whether Jane had ever been mouth-fucked, Annabelle tried desperately to drag her thought away from perverted sex. But images loomed in her mind as she thought about the woman’s erect nipples. Had her husband shot his spunk over the mounds of her breasts?

“Would you like to come round for a drink?” Jane asked, her pretty face still smiling. “I thought we might get to know each other.”

“That would be nice,” Annabelle replied, hoping for a chance to try out the hole in the bathroom wall. “Give me a few minutes to get ready and I’ll be with you.”

“OK, see you soon. I’ve made some sandwiches.”

“Oh, right. Er ... I’ll be as quick as I can.”

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Closing the door, Annabelle slipped her panties off and checked her reflection in the hall mirror. Her red skirt was short enough to reveal her naked thighs, and her sex crack if she was lucky enough to sit opposite Ian. Her stomach somersaulting, she brushed her long black hair back with her slender fingers and thought about Louise. She might have the chance to get the girl alone and force her to tongue her pussy slit, she mused. Her clitoris swelling as she pictured the girl’s tongue sweeping up her vaginal valley, she felt her womb contract. She’d had sex with the girl, and her father, she reflected. Perhaps Jane would enjoy a lesbian tonguing, she mused, grabbing her bag and leaving the house.

“Come in,” Ian said, opening the door and grinning at Annabelle. “I’m glad you could come.”

“Thanks,” Annabelle said, wondering whether he had any recollection of his visit to her house.

“I’ll get you a drink. What would you like?”

“Er ...”

“We have vodka, gin, beer ...”

“A cold beer would be lovely. It’s been really hot again today.”

“We’ve waited long enough for the summer so don’t complain about it,” he chuckled.

“Jane and Louise are in the lounge. You join them and I’ll be with you in a minute. Er ...

Needless to say, don’t mention my visit.”

“Oh, er ... No, of course not.”

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curvaceous young body, incredibly alluring love lips and perfectly formed breasts. Recalling slipping her tongue deep into the teenager’s tight bottom-hole, Annabelle sat in the armchair as Jane tried to strike up a conversation by mentioning the weather. Why did everyone talk about the weather? Why not crude sex? Smiling and nodding appropriately, Annabelle kept her eye on Louise, wondering whether she recalled the crude lesbian sex. Ian had obviously remembered what had happened, but Louise ...

“There we are,” Ian said, passing Annabelle a glass of cold beer.

“Thanks,” Annabelle murmured. “I like the way you’ve done the lounge. I’ll have to start decorating soon.”

“Ian’s a dab hand at DIY,” Jane said proudly. “He built the stone fireplace.”

“Really?”

“And he laid the wooden flooring.”

“I’ll show you around the house later,” Ian said, plonking himself on the sofa next to Louise. “Let me know if you need a hand with anything. Plumbing, electrics, woodwork ...”

“I’ll bring the sandwiches in,” Jane said, rising to her feet.

“Alison will be here soon,” Louise murmured. “I’ll go up to my room.”

“May I see your room?” Annabelle asked. “I’d like to see how you’ve arranged the furniture.”

“Show Annabelle around the house, Louise,” the girl’s father said.

“My room’s a bit of a mess at the moment. I’ve been studying and my books are everywhere.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Annabelle laughed, following her into the hall. “My entire house is in a bit of a mess.”

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Following the girl up the stairs, Annabelle wondered when Alison would arrive as she eyed the bathroom door. This was going to be very interesting, she mused, again wondering whether Louise recalled the lesbian fisting and anal tonguing. Perhaps Louise and Alison were having a lesbian affair? she reflected, looking around the girl’s bedroom. It was a mess with books and papers strewn everywhere, but it was cosy. Cosy enough for lesbian love. Standing by the bed as Louise closed the door, Annabelle pictured the girl’s naked body, the swell of her fleshy vaginal lips rising either side of her moist valley of desire. Did the girl want sex? she wondered. Did Annabelle want sex?

“It’s a lovely room,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Why did you want to see it?” Louise asked.

“Well, I ... I’m interested, that’s all.”

“I thought you might have had other things in mind.”

“Other things? What do you mean?”

“Sex.”

“Oh, so you do ... You obviously enjoyed yourself at my house, Louise.”

“I don’t know why I did that. I don’t know what possessed me to ...”

“Nothing possessed you,” Annabelle giggled. “You wanted sex with me. It’s as simple as that.”

“I didn’t want sex with you. That’s the whole point. God knows why I ... Well, you know?”

“Come and stand over here, Louise,” Annabelle said, looking up at the girl as she stood before her.

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Lifting her long skirt up, Annabelle gazed lovingly at the teenager’s tight pink panties.

Eyeing the damp material faithfully following the contours of her full sex cushions, she could almost taste her juices of arousal as she licked her succulent lips. Louise did nothing to stop her as she pulled the front of her panties down and planted a kiss on her fleece-covered mons. Her wet tongue teasing the top of the girl’s sex crack, Annabelle breathed in the intoxicating female scent of her sparse pubic hairs. Her mind riddled with crude thoughts, Annabelle knew that she couldn’t get enough of the young girl’s curvaceous body, her sweet cunt. Snaking her tongue around the girl’s inflating clitoris, the tangy taste of her sex slit sending quivers through her young womb, she breathed heavily through her nose as Louise let out a low moan of lesbian pleasure.

Hearing voices downstairs, Annabelle knew that she had very little time to use the teenage girl for her sexual pleasure. Yanking her panties down to her knees and slipping two fingers deep into the creamy-wet sheath of her tight pussy, she sucked hard on her ripening clitoris. She desperately wanted Louise to come, to hear her moans of pure sexual bliss as she sucked an orgasm out of her solid clitoris and fingered the wet duct of her tight love hole.

Mouthing and licking the sensitive nubble of her clitoris, she drove a third finger into the hugging sheath of her cunt and massaged her G-spot.

“No,” Louise breathed, clutching Annabelle’s head as her legs sagged beneath her. “God, no.” Grinning, Annabelle slurped at the girl’s pulsating clitoris and finger-fucked her juice-dripping vagina until she quivered uncontrollably in the beginnings of her orgasm. Her whimpers of lesbian pleasure growing louder, Louise pushed her hips forward, grinding the wet flesh of her 69

gaping vagina hard against Annabelle’s mouth. Her orgasm exploding, her juices of desire streaming over Annabelle’s hand, she cried out in the grip of her girl-induced pleasure.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her young body shaking violently as she rode the crest of her massive climax. Mouthing and sucking on the teenager’s pulsating clitoris, Annabelle pistoned the spasming sheath of her tight cunt with her well-juiced fingers, sustaining her incredible pleasure as her mother called out from the bottom of the stairs. Ignoring the woman, Annabelle continued her vaginal thrusting, her clit sucking, as the girl swayed and trembled above her in the velvety grip of her sexual ecstasy. Breathing in the aphrodisiacal scent of her rubicund inner flesh, Annabelle felt her own clitoris swell and pulsate and her juices of desire seeping between her naked love lips. The girl’s mother tapping on the door and asking whether Louise was all right, Annabelle prayed for her to go away.

“We won’t be a minute,” Louise managed to reply, the juices of her vagina flooding Annabelle’s thrusting hand.

“Are you all right?” her mother again asked, tapping on the door.

“Yes, yes ... We’ll be down in a minute,” Louise gasped.