Web of Desire (8 page)

‘You’re young, Mandy. I don’t want to take advantage of you.’

‘
I
might be taking advantage of
you
,’ she said, chuckling softly.

‘Well, I really don’t think that you’d want to take advantage of an old man like me.’

‘All right, then, you go ahead and take advantage of me. I’m yours, David. Do what you want with me.’

Moving between her splayed thighs, he kissed the hairless mound of her mons. His tongue slipped into her well-creamed vaginal slit and teased the sensitive tip of her swelling clitoris as he drove two fingers into
the
tight duct of her pussy and expertly massaged her inner flesh. Mandy writhed again, her lubricious juices lubricating his thrusting fingers as he sucked the solid protrusion of her clitoris into his hot mouth.

David was good at massaging her clitoris to orgasm, Mandy thought as her thighs twitched and her head lolled from side to side. He knew how to use his fingers, his mouth and tongue. But did he know how to pleasure a girl with his solid cock? Wondering again about having several men, each with their own particular sexual expertise, she recalled Paula’s comments on having two men pleasure her. But Mandy wasn’t a whore. She could never imagine allowing two men to use her young body. Picturing two solid cocks, one pumping sperm into her mouth, the other flooding her tight pussy with spunk, she grabbed David’s head and cried out as her clitoris pulsated within his wet mouth.

‘Again,’ she gasped. ‘God, I’m coming again.’ Her young body shaking uncontrollably as she writhed and whimpered in the grip of her powerful climax, Mandy held David’s head tight and ground her open vulva hard against his face. Her swollen clitoris pulsating within his wet mouth, her vagina gripping his thrusting fingers, she once more imagined his solid cock gliding in and out of her tight sex sheath. Desperate for the feel of his rock-hard organ thrusting deep into her, she finally pushed his head away as she came down from her amazing pleasure.

‘No more,’ she breathed. ‘God, no more.’

‘You’re beautiful,’ David murmured, licking his pussy-wet lips as he sat upright between her splayed legs. Slipping his fingers out of her fiery vaginal duct, he smiled. ‘You’d better rest for a while and then we’ll go and have a drink.’

‘No, no,’ she gasped. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

‘I’m too old for you, Mandy. You don’t want some old bugger like me …’

‘I
do
want you,’ she persisted. ‘I want your hard cock fucking my tight little cunt.’

Her crude words sent her arousal soaring and she half-opened her eyes, watching David through her long lashes. Unzipping his trousers, he grabbed his solid cock by the root and slipped his purple plum between the splayed inner lips of her hungry pussy. His cock shaft driving into her contracting sex sheath, his swollen knob meeting her ripe cervix, he locked his dark-eyed stare to hers and smiled.

‘I never thought I’d be doing this,’ he said. ‘I’ve watched you over the years, fantasised and dreamed and … this is a dream come true, Mandy.’

‘If I’d known how you felt …’

‘You were too young. But you’re too young now. I find it hard to believe that you want an old man like me.’

‘Stop worrying about our ages. We’re together, we’re loving, so enjoy it.’

Withdrawing his solid cock and then driving again into her young body, David let out a low moan with every thrust. In a sexual frenzy, Mandy wrapped her legs around his back, allowing him a deeper penetration of her young vagina. The sensitive tip of her erect clitoris massaged by the wet flesh of his veined shaft, she reached another mind-blowing orgasm as he threw his head back and pumped out his fresh spunk. Squirming beneath him, digging her fingernails into the soft grass as he increased the pace of his shafting rhythm, she knew that she’d be meeting him again.

This wasn’t just cold sex as it had been with Gary, she reflected as she rode the crest of her orgasm. There was something more to this. Perhaps it was his
age
? Her young body shook and writhed and her vagina overflowed with his creamy sperm. If he discovered that she had other men, that she’d used other men for crude sex … This relationship was special, she decided as her orgasm began to fade.

‘Sorry I was so quick,’ he gasped, stilling his deflating cock deep within the spermed sheath of her vagina. ‘I just couldn’t hold back.’

‘It was heavenly,’ Mandy murmured, her eyes rolling as she drifted down from her orgasm. ‘You’re amazing, David.’

‘You look beautiful with your shaved pussy. You look young and … You must think I’m a dirty old man.’

‘You must think I’m a slut.’

‘God, no. Not at all. Why say that?’

‘David, you’re not a dirty old man. OK, you’re old enough to be my father. But what the hell does that matter?’

‘You’re right, I’m being silly. It’s just that it’s not every day a beautiful young girl like you … Would you like to see me again?’

‘Yes, very much. I think it’s time for that drink now.’

Slipping her panties up her long legs and concealing her sperm-oozing pussy slit, Mandy clambered to her feet and adjusted her clothes. Running her fingers through her long dark hair as David straightened his shirt, she felt happy. Thinking again that there was something special about their relationship, as they walked back to the pub she began to wonder whether to keep Gary and John hanging around. Now that she had David she didn’t need other men.

Sitting outside the pub with David, Mandy sipped her vodka and tonic and pondered on the future. Playing games of one-upmanship with Paula wasn’t
going
to get her anywhere, she decided as she gazed into David’s dark eyes. Making up stories about sexual conquests and earning lots of money was a waste of time. She’d keep Paula as a friend. But the games would have to stop. She had David now, so there was no need for silly games.

Four

MANDY LEAPT OUT
of bed the following morning and grabbed her dressing gown as the doorbell rang. Bounding down the stairs, she hoped that Gary hadn’t called round for early-morning sex. She’d have to tell him that she wouldn’t be seeing him again, she decided as she checked her reflection in the hall mirror. And she wanted John out of her life, too. She’d arranged to see David again that evening, and she didn’t want other men getting in the way.

‘John,’ she said as she opened the front door. ‘It’s rather early. I’m not even dressed yet.’

‘Sorry,’ he said, walking past her into the hall. ‘I have to speak to you, Mandy.’

‘I’ll make some coffee,’ she sighed, closing the door and wandering into the kitchen. ‘Do you realise that it’s only seven-thirty?’

‘I saw you last night, Mandy,’ he said accusingly, leaning in the kitchen doorway. ‘You were at the Riverside pub with a man.’

‘Yes, that’s right. We went out for a drink.’

‘I thought we were going to get back together?’

‘We are, John.’

‘But … you were out with some old guy.’

‘That’s David, the man who lives next door to mum and dad. He’s a family friend.’

‘Oh, I … I see. Do you often go out for a drink with him?’

‘He comes out for a drink with us now and then.’

‘Us?’

‘Mum, dad and me. We were all there.’

‘I didn’t see your parents.’

‘They must have gone into the pub. You should have joined us.’

‘I was with … I was with a friend.’

Pouring the coffee as John sat at the table, Mandy concealed a grin. John was worried, he was upset, and he’d probably been up half the night wondering who the man was. Payback time, Mandy thought happily as she placed the cups on the table. Sitting opposite John, she allowed her gown to fall open just enough to display the brown teats of her elongated nipples. Coming up with an idea, she decided to worry him further.

‘David and I go out for a meal together on the odd occasion,’ she said, watching John for a reaction.

‘With your parents, you mean?’ he asked her, gazing at the firm mound of her exposed breast.

‘No, just the two of us. I’ve known him most of my life and we’ve become good friends.’

‘You never mentioned him when we were together, Mandy.’

‘It’s only during the last year or so that I’ve got to know him really well.’

‘Not
too
well, I hope.’

‘He’s been helping me run my business.’

‘You always said that you wanted to do something with web sites.’

‘And that’s what I’m doing. I’m good at the design, but I don’t have a head for business. That’s where David comes in.’

‘So you two work together as well as go out with each other?’

‘Yes, we do. I mean, we don’t actually work together full-time. He’s round here a lot and we …’

‘Have you ever been to bed with him?’

‘John … if we’re going to get back together, I don’t want you to start questioning me. David and I are very close friends. We get on well, we work together, and we go out for a meal now and then.’

‘I wasn’t questioning you, Mandy. I was just curious, that’s all. When are you seeing him again?’

‘He’s phoning me later today.’

Concealing her breast with her dressing gown and sipping her coffee, Mandy pondered her decision to dump Gary and John. She didn’t want to lose David, she thought as she recalled his hard cock driving deep into her tight vagina. She didn’t want him to think she was a slut. But she’d be safe enough as long as he didn’t discover that she had other men. Besides, if she was going to be more like Paula, she’d have to have several men on the go. Torn between her feelings for David and her attraction to Paula’s lifestyle, she wasn’t sure what to do. Was it possible to lead two separate lives? David would only see one side of Mandy, he’d only know the sweet little girl who used to live next door. It didn’t matter what Gary thought, seeing as he was married.

‘I thought you might have come round to my place by now,’ John whined. ‘It would be nice to spend an evening together.’

‘I don’t have a great deal of spare time, John. What with running my business and other commitments …’

‘Is David a commitment?’

‘I wouldn’t say that he’s a commitment,’ she replied with a soft laugh.

‘What is he, then?’

‘John, if you’re having a problem with David, I don’t see that we’re going to get anywhere.’

‘I’m not having a problem with him. It’s just that it would have been nice if we’d spent the evening together.’ He looked down at his cup of coffee and sighed. ‘You’ve changed, Mandy,’ he murmured.

‘Have I?’

‘Yes, you have. You used to be … oh, I don’t know. You used to go along with things I said. If I suggested that we go out for a meal, you’d agree. If I wanted to stay in, you were happy to do that.’

‘I was weak and subservient, John. Now I’m my own woman. I have my own friends, I run my own business, I have my own flat …’

‘Sounds like you’re too busy to fit me in.’

‘Not at all.’

‘So, when will I see you?’

‘I’m pretty busy today and I have to see David this evening.’

‘You
have
to see him?’

‘About my business plans, John. We have to go through some plans to do with my business and … I meant to ask you, how come you’ve bought a flat a few doors away from me?’

‘It was just coincidence. Well, as you’re so busy I’d better go.’ John didn’t look at all happy as he finished his coffee. ‘If ever you do get a free moment, let me know.’

‘You don’t have to go, John. I’m not starting work yet so do why don’t you stay for a while?’

‘Oh, right.’

Refilling the coffee cups, Mandy decided to allow him a glimpse of her hairless pussy. She knew that he’d question her when her gown opened, exposing the naked lips of her vulva. He’d probably believe that she’d shaved for David or some other man, and the idea of riling him excited her. He’d treated her badly in the past, dumped her for a slut, destroyed
her
plans for a life together with him … Now it was her turn to destroy him. Paula would fuck him and dump him, she reflected, as he gazed wide-eyed at her hairless vulva.

‘When did you shave?’ he asked her.

‘Oh, sorry,’ she breathed, giggling as she pulled her gown together. ‘I shaved because I prefer it that way.’

‘Does David prefer it that way?’

‘I don’t know – you’ll have to ask him.’

‘What? You mean he’s seen you naked?’

‘I was joking, John.’

‘Mandy, I don’t want you hanging around with him.’

‘Hanging around? What do you mean?’

‘Well, seeing him all the time and …’

‘David is a family friend, John.’

‘Now that we’re back together, I want things to be like the old days. You’re my woman and I don’t want you going to pubs with other men.’

Like the old days? Mandy reflected, retaking her seat at the table. Doing as she was told, not allowed friends, staying in while John went out with his mates … Like the old days when John was screwing a slut behind her back? Smiling at him, she sipped her coffee and once more allowed her gown to fall open and expose the rise of her young breasts. She’d go along with him, she decided. She’d play the subservient woman and follow her master’s orders to the letter. Reaching across the table and holding his hand, she smiled at him again.

‘OK,’ she said. ‘I liked the old days. I won’t go out with David. I’ll have to speak to him about the business, but I can do that on the phone.’

‘That’s good, Mandy. I want us to have a secure relationship. I want to know that you’re here for me, not out with some other man. We’ll see each other
this
evening. You’ll have to cancel your meeting with David. I’ll be round at seven, OK?’

‘Yes, I’ll phone him and tell him that I can’t see him.’

‘Good. This is going to work out well, Mandy. Just like the old days.’

‘Yes, just like the old days.’

Mandy was seething with anger, but she didn’t show it. Squeezing John’s hand and grinning, she did her best to appear happy. He was a bastard, she thought as he suggested they went up to her bedroom.
You’ll have to cancel your meeting with David
. His words playing on her mind as she led him to her room, she knew what Paula would do in this situation. Paula was clever, resourceful, and she was Mandy’s role model. She’d fuck John, use him and his money – and then dump him.