Lust Quest (31 page)

Noticing an electrical shop, I eyed the lava lamp in the window. It would look nice in my den, I mused, entering the shop. To my disappointment, the man behind the counter was in his sixties. There again, he had a cock and I was sure that he’d love to be sucked off. The trouble was that he looked rather stern and grumpy. Perhaps a 283

good orgasm would cheer him up. Asking him about the lamp, I waited by the counter while he took it out of the window. Apparently, it was the last one and he couldn’t come down on the price.

“I wasn’t going to haggle,” I said.

“I’ve got to make a profit,” he groaned.

“Of course you have,” I smiled, placing the show box on the counter. “We’re all out for what we can get, aren’t we?”

“I’m not out for what I can get, exactly. I just need to make a sensible profit to survive.”

“I’m always out for what I can get. In fact, I didn’t pay a penny for these boots.”

“Didn’t you?” he asked, somewhat puzzled as I patted the shoe box. “Are you saying that you stole them?”

“No, of course not. I offered the man this in return.”

Lifting my skirt up over my stomach, I watched the man’s face as he stared in awe at my vaginal valley. “My God,” he breathed as if he’d never seen a pussy before. Perhaps he hadn’t seen a hairless pussy. But was he going to give me the lamp in return for ... for what? I wondered. I doubted that he wanted to fuck me, not in his shop. Perhaps he’d like to touch my pussy, run his finger up and down my sex crack or push it deep into my hot cunt. Moving behind the counter, my skirt still up over my stomach, I grinned at him.

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“Well?” I breathed. “What do you think?” Dropping to his knees, he wasted no time. Licking the full length of my dripping crack, his tongue delving into my sex hole as he yanked my hairless outer lips wide apart, he was obviously sex-starved. I allowed him to pleasure me for a while, until I was sure that his cock would be stiff and ready for my mouth, and then asked him to stand up. He appeared to be in a daze as he stood and I knelt. Unzipping his trousers, I yanked his huge cock out.

“God, you’re big,” I breathed, focusing on his huge purple plum.

“Suck it,” he gasped as I kicked the salty globe of his penis. “Suck it hard.”

“How much is the lamp?” I asked, running the tip of my tongue over his sperm slit.

“It’s yours. Just suck me off and it’s yours.”

“I thought you might say that,” I grinned. “OK, you have a deal.”

Taking his bulbous glans deep into my wet mouth, I sank my teeth into his solid shaft and sucked hard. Leaning on the counter, he gasped in his male pleasure as I slipped his heavy balls out of his trousers and cupped them in my hand. He was big and very hard, which surprised me considering his age. I don’t know what I’d expected an ageing man’s cock to be like, but his glans was huge, filling my gobbling mouth. How much sperm would he pump out? I pondered as he held my head, gasping as his penis twitched.

“Lick it,” he breathed, pulling back until my lips enveloped the bulb of his cock. Running my tongue around the rim, teasing the slit, I licked and sucked as he quivered on his trembling legs. He’d shoot any time, I knew as I kneaded his heaving 285

balls. “I want to watch,” he gasped, looking down at his swollen glans hugged by my wet lips. I’d allow his spunk to splatter my face, I decided. He’d enjoy watching his sperm shoot from his knob and land on my face. Cum-slut. Facial.

“Oh, God,” he murmured, clutching my head with both hands. His sperm jetting over my snaking tongue, I moved back, wanking his rock-hard shaft as the white liquid splattering my nose, my cheeks. Taking his throbbing glans into my hot mouth again, I sucked and licked, swallowing the copious flow of spunk. Not only was he big, but he pumped out more sperm that I’d thought possible. Perhaps he’d been saving it up for weeks, I mused, my mouth filling and overflowing. Perhaps his wife only allowed him a monthly fuck, if that.

I’d become a regular customer at the electrical shop, as well as the shoe and gift shops, I decided as his flow of sperm began to stem. The lamp this week, a portable radio next week ... There wasn’t much I wanted in the gift shop, apart from the lad’s beautiful cock, his salty spunk. I’d probably visit the shoe shop regularly.

Wondering what other shops I could infiltrate, I slipped the man’s spent penis out of my mouth and lapped up the spilled sperm from his glistening shaft. Licking his drained balls, cleansing him, I watched his penis fully deflate before standing up.

“How was that?” I asked, licking my wet lips.

“God,” he breathed, leaning on the counter as he panted for breath. “You’re quite a girl.”

“I certainly am. No doubt I’ll be calling again to see you.”

“I hope so.”

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“Thanks for the lamp.”

“Yes, yes. Er ... When do you think you’ll be in again?”

“A couple of days, I would imagine.”

Grabbing the shoe box and the lamp, I left the shop and walked home. The taste of sperm lingering on my tongue, I felt no guilt or remorse as I recalled the three lucky shopkeepers. I didn’t suppose it was very often that young attractive female customers called in to suck their knobs to orgasm. Why should I feel guilty? I reflected. They’d got what they wanted and I’d got what I’d wanted. All’s fair in lust and sex.

The lamp looked nice in my den, and the red leather boots fitted perfectly.

Placing the candle on my desk, I flopped into my swivel chair and switched the computer on. I had quite a lot of writing to do what with sucking off shopkeepers.

Young Crystal had been busy, and I had to record her exploits while they were fresh in my mind - the sperm fresh on my lips.

If Crystal Marshall contacted me and said that she’d been sucking shopkeepers’ knobs to orgasm ... I didn’t know what I’d think. If that did happen, then she’d followed me and witnessed my antics, which I doubted very much. Or she’d somehow discovered what I’d written, and that could only mean one thing - Alan.

Initiating a password for each chapter of the book, I smiled. No one would gain access to anything I’d written. Wondering why I’d not thought of it before, I settled down to work for the afternoon.

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I’d been working for a couple of hours when the phone rang. It was Crystal.

She was desperate to see me, but wanted me to go to her place rather than she come to mine. I didn’t think anything of it initially, but when she said that she didn’t want to come to my flat because of a young girl, I frowned. She knew nothing of the girl in the bushes. Apart from me, only Jackie and Angela had seen her.

“What girl?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you about it when you get here.”

“All right. Give me half an hour,” I said, wondering what she was up to.

“You will come, won’t you?” she asked.

“Of course I will. Half an hour.”

“OK.”

Slipping into a pair of panties, I grabbed my bag and left the flat. Again, I thought that I was about to learn something, discover something. Driving to the cottage, a thousand thoughts running through my mind, I wondered whether she planned to get her own back. Perhaps she was going to stake me to the lawn and sexually abuse me. The notion sending my juices of arousal gushing into my panties, I realized that I had to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. I wasn’t at all happy believing that Alan happened to get to know Crystal and mention that I wrote. The girl didn’t even know me, so why talk about me? Unless he was pouring his heart out, playing on her sympathy with a view to getting inside her knickers.

I parked a little way down the lane from Crystal’s cottage and locked the car.

Not wanting her to see me arrive, I crept down an ally between two cottages. I was a 288

good fifteen minutes early, and I wondered whether I’d learn anything I ventured into the woods. Recalling that she’d walked in the woods, I reckoned that there must be a gate at the end of her garden. I was right. Slipping through the gate, I hid behind a bush gazing at an open window. Perhaps Alan was there and they were making their plans. Stealing across the lawn, I felt like a thief in the night. What the hell would she say if she saw me?

Standing by the window, I listened for movements but heard nothing. She was probably in the front room, looking out for me. Trying the back door, I slipped into the kitchen. I was taking a risk, I knew as I stole into the hallway. But I could always say that I got lost and found the back door open. She was in the lounge, talking on the phone. My heart racing, my hands trembling, I listened intently as she asked whoever it was to meet her that evening at eight o’clock.

“She’s going to find out sooner or later,” she said. “Yes, I heard from them this morning. It’s all going ahead. I’m to sign the contract next week. No, of course not. I told them that Jade Kimberly is my pseudonym. The cheque will be made out to me. Yes, they’re using my real name for the book. Make sure you clean up properly.

OK, I’ll see you later.”

Creeping back into the kitchen, I slipped through the back door and dashed into the woods. Sitting on the ground, I leaned against a tree as her words tumbled through my mind. They were trying to steal my book. But they’d never succeed.

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the same book published elsewhere. The thought struck me like a bolt of lightening. It wasn’t my dirty book they were after. It was my romantic novel.

“Shit,” I murmured. I’d sent a copy of the manuscript to a publisher and had heard nothing. Thinking that I’d made the wrong move, I went to an agent. If the publisher had wanted it, they’d have contacted me. Crystal must have been onto them and given them her address, making out that she was Jade Kimberly and she’d moved.

It all fitted together. Alan must have been into my flat well before he’d made contact with me. Poking around in my den, he’d obviously discovered who the publisher was and taken a look at the manuscript.

It was such a fantastic plan that I began to wonder whether I must be mad.

They’d never get away with it, would they? The publisher would know of the change of address and ... But I had the book on the computer. Surely, with my name and address, that was proof enough that I’d written it. “Clean up properly,” I murmured. I suddenly realized the shocking truth. Alan was on his way to my flat to wipe the book off the computer. But why the games? Why pretend to be influenced by my writing?

Although I didn’t understand, it was obviously part of the plan.

I had to get back to the flat, I knew as I dashed through the woods to the ally.

The dirty book was protected by a password, but the romantic novel wasn’t. Leaping into my car, I drove like a maniac. It was a crazy plan, I knew. I’d been galavanting around the shops sucking men to orgasm, enjoying sex with anyone and everyone, while Alan had been poking around my den. Was Jackie involved? I wondered. No, of 290

course not. Angela might have been in on the plan. But to steal my book was a bloody crazy idea. Crazy as it was, they might just get away with it.

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lan had done the dirty deed and gone by the time I’d got back to my flat. My A erotic novel was safe, but the romantic novel had been deleted from the computer. He’d been meticulous in his devilry. The floppy disc had gone, as had all my notes and scribblings. There wasn’t a trace left of the book, not one scrap of evidence.

I’d have to contact the publisher the following morning. In the meantime, I was out for revenge. Alan was a lying thief, Crystal was a conniving bitch ... I was sure that they’d never pull off such a trick, but they could certainly cause problems for me. It might end up in court with me having to prove that I wrote the book. It could cost a lot of time and money, and I was far from happy. Deciding to ring Crystal, I told her that my car had broken down on the way to her cottage and suggested that she come round for a drink that evening.

“No, I ...” she stammered.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“The young girl ...”

“What young girl, Crystal? Come round for a drink and you can tell me all about it.”

“Well ... All right,” she finally replied. “It’s a shame about your car. Will it be all right?”

“It’s happened before. It won’t cost much to put it right. I was half way to your place when it started playing up. Anyway, come over whenever you’re ready.”

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“I will. See you soon.”

Pondering on the girl in the bushes, I began to wonder whether Alan had somehow set it up. Perhaps he was trying to frighten me, get me to leave the flat and move away. But I could see no reason why he’d want to do that.
He might be
planning to have me certified insane
, I chuckled inwardly. No doubt I’d discover exactly what he and Crystal were up to before long. Grabbing the phone as an idea struck me, I called Jackie

“This evening,” I said the minute she answered. “Go to Crystal’s cottage and see what you can find.”

“What?”

“Break into Crystal’s cottage and ...”

“Jade, what the hell are you going on about? Calm down and explain properly.”

I told her everything. Initially, she thought I was wrong. She didn’t reckon that Alan and Crystal had taken my book. We discussed it and she finally began to fit the puzzle together. Even so, she wouldn’t agree to breaking and entering, as she put it.

But she did suggest that she try to get some information from Alan. Her idea was to,
get his cock out and disorientate him to glean information.
A mad idea if ever there was one, but she was extremely keen to
wank the truth out of him
. I gave her his mobile number and that was that. I wouldn’t know the outcome until the end of the evening.