Lust Call (15 page)

‘Shit,' I breathed, wondering what to do. There was only one thing I could do – hide in the alley and wait. I grabbed my digital camera and slipped out of the front door. If I was really lucky, I'd get a photograph of him standing by the fence with his cock out. Walking down the drive to the pavement, I couldn't see Derek at his window. The street was quiet, and I felt like a thief in the night as I crept past Rob's house. Was he looking out of an upstairs window? Was he already in the alleyway? My heart racing, I knew that this was my last chance to catch him.

‘Morning, Sarah,' Rob called from his front door.

‘Oh, er . . . Hi,' I breathed, frozen to the spot as he unlocked his car.

‘Lovely day again.'

‘Yes, yes it is.'

‘I wish I could stay at home and enjoy the sun, but I have to take Rachel to university.'

‘You're going now?' I asked him.

‘Yes, it's a six-hour round trip. How's Dave? I haven't seen him lately.'

‘He's away, working in Morocco for a few days.'

‘Morocco?' he echoed as Rachel lugged a suitcase to the car. ‘That sounds nice. Where are you off to?'

‘Er . . . Nowhere. I was just . . . just going for a walk.'

‘Well, we'd better get going.'

‘See you, Sarah,' Rachel called.

‘Yes,' I breathed abstractedly, making my way back to my house.

Stunned, I couldn't believe how wrong I'd been about Rob. If he wasn't the culprit, then who was? The situation was worsening by the day and, to top it all, Dave might arrive home at any minute. Maybe Rob was guilty and his plan had been ruined by Rachel and . . . He wouldn't have made a last-minute decision to take the girl to university. He would have
known well in advance, I was sure. Ten minutes before twelve. What the hell was I going to do?

Dressed in my miniskirt and blouse, I wandered out into the back garden. If only Barry was at home, I thought, walking across the lawn to the hole in the fence. It wasn't worth sneaking into the alleyway because my blackmailer would no doubt be prepared for a trick like that. If he caught me in the alley, he'd have no qualms about destroying my marriage, I was sure of that. Was he watching me now? Turning, I scanned the garden. He'd be hiding in the alley, lurking, waiting. All I could do was comply with his crude sexual demands.

Beginning to feel angry as I paced the grass beneath the old apple tree, I wondered whether he was going to turn up. He had me on a string, I mused. Was he keeping me waiting deliberately? What the hell was he playing at? Strangely, my anger subsided and I felt excited at the prospect of sucking on his swollen knob and drinking his fresh spunk. My clitoris inflating, my sex milk seeping between the unfurling wings of my inner lips, I reckoned that I'd waited long enough.

I needed to come, I thought, wondering why my arousal was soaring out of control as I walked across the lawn to the house. My hands trembling, my heart banging hard against my chest, I desperately needed the relief of orgasm. I needed hard, cold sex. Slipping my hand up my skirt as I gazed out of the lounge window, I wondered whether to call on Derek to appease my yearning clitoris. Where was Barry when I needed him, I mused, recalling his solid cock driving deep into my contracting vagina. Where was Dave? My heart missed a beat as the phone rang, and I took a deep breath before lifting the receiver.

‘Sarah?' a male asked me.

‘Speaking.'

‘We need to talk.'

‘I'm sorry? Who is this?'

‘It's about Brian.'

‘Brian?' I echoed shakily. ‘I . . . I don't know what you mean.'

‘I thought you might like some answers.'

‘Answers to what? I have no idea what you're talking about.'

‘Go to the fence, Sarah. I'll be there in five minutes.'

Replacing the receiver, I held my hand to my mouth as my head spun. I couldn't take much more of this, I thought anxiously. Feeling dizzy as I made my way to the end of the garden, I wondered who this man was. What did he know? How had he got hold of my phone number? More to the point, what did he want? Although I was becoming hooked on adulterous sex, I knew that I couldn't carry on like this. One man, one blackmailer . . . I could have coped with that. I could have coped with having a secret affair, enjoying sex through the hole in the fence. But this was getting totally out of hand.

‘Are you there?' a man asked as I hovered by the fence.

‘Yes, I'm here. Who are you?'

‘I know Brian,' he whispered. ‘I thought you might be interested.'

‘Interested in what?'

‘Don't play games, Sarah. I'm sure that you want to know who he is.'

‘OK, tell me.'

‘What do I get in return?'

‘Nothing, just tell me.'

‘Let's make use of the hole, Sarah. You please me, and I'll tell you who Brian is.'

‘I'm not a whore,' I returned.

‘You please me, and I'll come round to your front door and meet you. I'll tell you everything you want to know.'

Watching a solid penis slip through the hole, I felt my stomach somersault. The foreskin was fully retracted, the velveteen surface of the bulbous knob glistened in the light. I licked my full lips as I imagined taking the purple plum into my spunk-thirsty mouth. As I knelt on the damp ground, I wondered whether this was a trick. Perhaps this was my blackmailer, and he'd dreamed up this plan to get to meet me. If he made out that he knew Brian, he could meet me face to face and have sex and . . . This was becoming complicated. And I was becoming extremely aroused.

I couldn't help myself as I moved forward and licked the silky-smooth surface of the glistening knob. With the salty taste driving me wild, sending my arousal sky high, I parted my red lips wide and took the ripe plum into my wet mouth and sucked gently. I must have been mad, I thought as I snaked my tongue around the huge knob and savoured the taste of sex. I'd lost control of my senses, I'd lost all respect for myself . . . I was behaving like a common slut.

Wrapping my fingers around the warm shaft, gobbling and slurping on the bulbous knob in my frenzied desperation for fresh spunk, I wondered whether this man was to become a second blackmailer. Perhaps he'd seen me with Barry in the garden, or seen the man with his cock through the hole in the fence and . . . How many people knew about my illicit sexual activities? The blackmailer and his accomplice, Barry, Derek . . . And now this man. Were there a group of men involved in this? Had the neighbours got together and blackmailed me into
committing crude sexual acts? At least I now knew that Rob wasn't involved.

My thinking was going way off track, I was sure as I ran my hand up and down the twitching shaft and sucked and licked the beautiful knob. There was no neighbourhood conspiracy, was there? Pondering on the situation as the man let out low moans of pleasure, I thought it very odd that all this should happen the minute Dave went away. Had this been planned? Was he involved? Had he set this up?

The man's knob swelling and throbbing against my tongue, his creamy spunk flooding my mouth, I wanked his shaft faster and swallowed his orgasmic cream. I was thirsty for fresh spunk, I thought as I allowed my cheeks to fill before again swallowing hard. I'd reached the stage where I needed fresh spunk daily. Whoever was behind the fence, whoever's cock was through the hole, it didn't matter. As long as I got my daily fix of spunk, I didn't care who the man was.

Slipping the deep purple knob out of my mouth, I allowed the white liquid to splatter my face. I could feel the warm cream running down my cheeks and I licked the small strip of skin beneath the rounded knob. A facial, I mused happily. I'd never had a facial before. Again sucking the plum into my mouth and sucking hard, I swallowed the jetting spunk as the man gasped and his cock twitched in my hand. I was good at giving head, I reflected. I was the best.

Sucking out the remnants of sperm from the bulbous knob, I finally sat back on my heels and licked my sex-wet lips. I felt as though I'd had a tonic as I watched a long thread of creamy liquid sag down from the knob slit. Moving forward, not wanting to waste one drop of the precious liquid, I lapped up the spunk. As the deflating cock finally disappeared
through the hole, with the taste of sex lingering on my tongue, I wondered whether I was addicted to the male liquid. Was that possible, I mused, running my tongue over my sperm-dripping chin. My clitoris was solid, my juices of desire streaming from my cock-hungry cunt, and I hoped that the man would order me to press my sex lips against the hole in the fence. I needed sex, I again mused.

Rising to my feet as the man said that he'd meet me at my front door, I felt my stomach somersault. Was I about to discover the identity of my blackmailer? Walking across the lawn to the patio, I reckoned that this was some kind of trick. Whoever this man was, I couldn't imagine him meeting me face to face. He had to be a neighbour, I mused, pausing in the kitchen. He must have seen my blackmailer hovering by the fence and realised what was going on. But, how did he know that I was being blackmailed? As the doorbell rang, I felt my heart leap into my mouth. This was it, I thought, making my way through the hall.

‘Hi,' Dave said as I opened the door. ‘God, what a trip that was.'

‘Dave?' I breathed, staring wide-eyed at him.

‘Were you expecting someone else?'

‘No, no, I . . . I didn't think you'd be back yet.'

‘I would have been earlier but the plane was delayed,' he said, closing the door behind him. ‘So, how are things?'

‘Fine, fine,' I replied, wiping the sperm from my face with the back of my hand. ‘So, er . . . It's great to see you. Did everything go all right?'

‘It went very well, no problems at all. It's good to be home, Sarah. God, the heat out there was incredible. I don't think I could have stood another day of it. Anyway, what have you been up to?'

‘Nothing,' I replied rather too quickly. ‘I mean, nothing much.'

‘Looks like you've caught the sun. Have you been outside a lot?'

‘Yes, I've been doing the garden. Are you staying? I mean, are you working today or . . .'

‘Working? No way. I'm going to have a shower and then sit in the garden and enjoy a few beers.'

‘Are you working tomorrow?'

‘Yes, I am. Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?'

‘No, of course I'm not,' I replied, forcing a giggle. ‘I just wondered, that's all.'

‘I'll have a quick shower and then we'll sit in the garden.'

As he climbed the stairs, I felt my stomach churning. This was a nightmare, I thought, heading for the patio. Had he arrived a few minutes later, had he turned up when the man was at the front door . . . Standing on the patio, I suddenly had a dreadful thought. Had Dave been the man behind the fence? No, surely not, I reflected. Dave wouldn't have set this whole thing up, would he? My head spinning, I didn't know what to think, or what I was going to do now that he was back. What the hell was my blackmailer going to do now?

Clutching a can of beer, Dave finally joined me in the garden. He was wearing shorts, which immediately reminded me of Barry. It was only now that Dave was back that I realised exactly what I'd done while he'd been away. I'd had more sex in the last few days that I had during the last few months. What if he noticed the holes in the fence? The bushes concealed the holes so I didn't have to worry too much. My panties weren't strewn across the lawn, there were no signs of sex . . . But my pussy was hairless.

‘Have you been drinking my lager?' he asked me with a chuckle.

‘No, er . . . Susie had a couple of cans the other day.'

‘Oh, right. We'll have a barbecue this evening,' he announced. ‘We'll invite Barry and Jilly round.'

‘Yes, good idea.'

‘Are you all right, love? You seem different.'

‘I'm a little tired. For some reason, I didn't sleep too well last night.'

‘You sounded odd when I spoke to you on the phone. Is there anything worrying you?'

‘I'm fine, honest.'

‘Ah, the wanderer returns,' Barry called over the fence. ‘How's it going, Dave?'

‘I'll leave you two in peace,' I said, slipping into the kitchen.

I walked into the lounge and gazed out of the window. I couldn't see Derek at his window, but I was sure that he'd be there. Who else was watching me? Noticing a man from down the road walking past my house, I wondered whether I'd sucked the spunk from his knob. Had he been the one who had fucked me through the hole in the fence? I was a nervous wreck, I thought, looking down at my trembling hands. Dave would suspect something before long. He'd already asked me whether anything was worrying me. What would he think when he saw my shaved pussy? To make matters worse, I was in desperate need of an orgasm. What the hell was I going to do?

‘I'm going round to Barry's for a while,' Dave said, passing the lounge door.

‘Oh, right,' I breathed. ‘I'll see you later, then.'

What were they going to talk about, I wondered as the front door closed. Barry wouldn't say anything about our affair, I was sure of that. God, I thought, again holding my hand to my head. This really was a
bloody mess. And my clitoris constantly calling for my intimate attention wasn't helping. Wondering whether to masturbate and enjoy a much-needed orgasm, I almost jumped out of my skin as the phone rang. I couldn't go on like this, I knew as I grabbed the receiver. I was going to have to do something. But, what?

‘Go down to the fence,' a man instructed me.

‘I can't,' I returned. ‘My husband is home, so that's the end of your bloody games.'

‘He's gone next door, Sarah. You have plenty of time to . . .'

‘You're still spying on my house, then?'

‘Go to the fence, Sarah.'

As he hung up, I replaced the receiver and wandered out to the patio. I couldn't suck a man off through the hole in the fence with Dave around, I reflected anxiously. Heading across the lawn, I decided to call the man's bluff. I wouldn't be meeting him again, I wouldn't be having sex with him or . . . And, if I didn't, Dave would see the photographs. Perhaps I could come to an arrangement with my blackmailer, I mused. If I met him when Dave was at work, he knew we had set times . . .