Wicked Obsession (16 page)

One hundred and fifty pounds in one day, she
mused
. And both men were Hayley’s clients. How many more could she steal from her sister? Anne wondered as the vicar grabbed a huge church candle from a shelf. Stretching her outer lips apart as far as they would go, he pressed the rounded end of the candle hard against the pink funnel of flesh surrounding her vaginal entrance. She grimaced as her tight hole opened, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the side of the desk.

‘I love teenage girls,’ the priest said, with a chuckle. ‘I love forcing their little cunts open wide and sucking out their sweet sex juices.’

‘You’re a filthy pervert,’ she replied.

‘And you’re a dirty prostitute,’ he countered.

‘How many girls do you bring here each week? How many young girls do you violate and—’

‘None,’ he cut in as he forced the candle deep into her bloated vaginal duct. ‘Your sister is the only one. I’d like to have the two of you together. I’d ram my cock into your tight cunt and then into hers and …’

His crude words excited her and she gasped as the candle drove fully home. Leaving the waxen phallus in place, the vicar lifted his cassock and exposed the solid shaft of his cock to Anne’s wide eyes. He was well endowed, she observed as he retracted his foreskin and ordered her to open her mouth. Parting her red lips, she breathed heavily through her nose as his purple knob slipped into her pretty mouth. This was the same cock that had fucked her sister, she thought as he squeezed the firm mounds of her breasts and pinched her ripe nipples. Which sister did he prefer? she wondered, rolling her tongue around his salty knob.

It occurred to Anne that she could work with her sister. She could share the clients with Hayley and earn a fortune. They could even share a flat, she
mused
as the perverted vicar rocked his hips and repeatedly rammed his bulbous knob to the back of her throat. But Anne was younger, tighter, fresher … She could earn money without her sister’s help. Besides, if Hayley was going to marry Jack she’d probably have to give up her secret life. Anne was going to have to decide which way she wanted her life to go, she knew as the vicar gasped and rocked his hips faster.

Grabbing the huge candle, he rammed it repeatedly deep into her painfully stretched sex sheath, battering her young cervix as he chuckled wickedly. As his sperm gushed from his throbbing knob and bathed her snaking tongue he clutched her head, forcing her to drink from his huge cock. Swallowing hard, gulping down his orgasmic cream, she knew that she’d be a regular visitor to the church. Maybe she should turn up on a Friday evening, she mused, imagining spying on Hayley as the girl took the vicar’s knob into her mouth.

‘Filthy whore,’ the priest gasped, finally sliding his deflating cock out of Anne’s spermed mouth. ‘Dirty little schoolgirl slut.’

‘I’m a virgin,’ she breathed, licking her cream-glossed lips.

‘The candle should have loosened you up,’ he said, chuckling as he yanked the wax shaft out of her inflamed vagina with a loud sucking sound. ‘Now I’ll break you in properly. You want to be fucked, don’t you? A little teenage girl like you needs her cunt breaking in and spunking. I’m going to fuck you so hard and fill you so full of spunk that …’

Hardly able to believe that he was a vicar as he rambled on, Anne grimaced as he pulled her forward on the desk until her naked buttocks were over the edge. As his huge knob stabbed at her gaping vaginal
entrance
, she let out a rush of breath when his cock drove deep into her young body. How could he manage another erection so soon? she wondered as he lifted her legs and placed her feet over his shoulders. His shaft sliding in and out of her contracting sex sheath, his swollen knob battering her ripe cervix, he again muttered crude words of sex.

Thinking that she should have charged him double, Anne gripped the sides of the desk as her young body jolted with every thrust of the priest’s huge cock. He was good, she thought dreamily as her clitoris swelled against his pussy-wet shaft. He was so good that she reckoned that
she
should pay
him
for sex. But this was business, and she was going to earn a small fortune from her teenage body. Dirty old men would line up to pay her, she knew as her orgasm neared. To get their hands on an attractive teenage slut with a hairless pussy they’d pay almost any price.

The vicar gasped as his face grimaced, and Anne knew that he was about to flood her inflamed vaginal duct with his lubricating sperm. Her own orgasm welling from the depths of her rhythmically contracting womb, she cried out as his sperm gushed and her pleasure exploded within the pulsating bulb of her erect clitoris. His male cream overflowed and ran down to the small hole nestling between her rounded buttocks as she writhed and shook uncontrollably in the grip of her climax while she imagined his purple knob driving deep into her hot bowels.

Her head lolling from side to side, her eyes rolling, Anne whimpered and writhed as her orgasm peaked and shook her teenage body. She was having better sex than she’d ever imagined possible, she reflected in her delirium as the vicar increased his shafting rhythm. She was enjoying different men, huge orgasms, and she was being paid for it. Her pleasure
finally
subsiding as the vicar’s swinging balls drained, she panted for breath after her amazing climax. She’d definitely be calling on the vicar again, she thought dreamily. And taking his money.

‘Have you finished with me?’ she asked him, propping herself up on her elbows and gazing at the creamy liquid oozing from her gaping hole.

‘For the time being,’ the priest replied, grinning at her. ‘Next time I’ll tie you over the altar and fuck your tight little arsehole.’

‘Is that what you do to my sister?’

‘Hayley doesn’t come here,’ he said, chuckling softly as she clambered off the desk.

‘What? But you said—’

‘I lied, just to get your knickers off. I don’t have
any
girls calling on me.’

‘Well, you have now,’ Anne replied, clutching the money and pulling her knickers on. ‘I didn’t think that young girls would come here and … When do you want to see me again?’

‘Sunday, after the morning service.’

‘OK, I’ll be here.’

‘It would be nice if you were here for the service. I could look at you from the pulpit and think about fucking your tight little arse over the altar.’

‘OK, anything you say. I’ll listen to your hypocritical sermon, and then take my knickers off for you.’

‘That’s my girl. Now get out of here before some old busybody sees you.’

‘See you Sunday, then,’ Anne said as she left the office.

Walking out of the cold church into the bright sunshine, Anne made her way home with sperm filling the crotch of her tight knickers. She wanted to talk to Hayley, drop a few hints about the girl’s secret
life
, but she knew that she was going to have to be careful. If she said too much Hayley would become suspicious. Life was good, she thought as she opened her front door and bounded up the stairs to her room. She had a good sex life, plenty of money … Her thoughts turning to Jack, she wondered whether Hayley would marry him. He’d make a good brother-in-law, she mused as she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

‘Oh, it’s you,’ Hayley said as she emerged from her room. ‘What are you up to?’

‘I’m about to have a shower,’ Anne replied, grinning at the girl. ‘There was a phone call for you earlier. It was some man about the export business.’

‘Export …’ Hayley looked concerned. ‘I’ve had calls like that before,’ she murmured pensively. ‘I have no idea what they’re about.’

‘You mean you don’t know?’ Anne said, frowning at her sister.

‘No, no, I don’t. I have no idea why these people ring me. They’re always men and they want to meet me but … They obviously have the wrong number.’

‘Yes, I suppose so,’ Anne said, sure that her sister wasn’t lying. ‘He mentioned your name, which is strange.’

‘They usually ask for Hayley. But some ask for Miss Bradbury. There’s obviously a mix-up somewhere. If you answer a call like that again, tell them that they’ve got the wrong number. I’ve told mum to do the same.’

‘Yes, I will.’

Confused, Anne went into the bathroom and locked the door. The vicar had admitted that he’d been lying about Hayley visiting him, she reflected. Perhaps her sister
wasn’t
a prostitute, Anne mused as she slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the
shower
. Hayley would never have given clients her home phone number so … Realising that she’d been very wrong, Anne wondered nonetheless why Hayley had behaved like a common slut with Brian in the old house. Washing the sperm from her swollen pussy lips, she turned her thoughts to Jack. Perhaps Hayley
was
going to marry him, but she’d had a final fling with Brian before tying the knot.

This was a mess, Anne thought as she left the shower and went into her bedroom. Closing the door, she thought about the money she’d earned. Did she really want to be a prostitute? she asked herself. In her quest to steal her sister’s boyfriends, she’d gone way too far and had become a common whore. Wishing that she’d never gone to see the vicar, she knew that she was going to have to do some serious thinking about her future. Who were the men who rang the house asking for Hayley? Was there a mix-up? Or was Hayley trying to hide the shocking truth about her private life?

Seven

ANNE WANDERED DOWN
the lane to the pub at six o’clock. She was still confused, trying to work out what was going on. Where had the men got the home phone number from? Hayley wasn’t a common name so was it coincidence or was she really working as a prostitute? Walking up to the bar, Anne ordered a large vodka and tonic and settled at her usual table. There weren’t many people in the pub, but she did notice Alan lurking in the corner at the end of the bar.

He was a nice chap, she thought, wondering whether to go to his house and pretend to be a salesperson as she watched him laughing and joking with the barman. Brian had loved the scam but would Alan be up for it? she wondered wickedly. If his wife found out that he’d been screwing a teenage girl in the marital bedroom while she, his missus, had been downstairs, she’d go mad. But it would be fun. Brian had given her fifty pounds for the pleasure. Would Alan pay her? Smiling as he walked towards her, she asked him whether he’d enjoyed himself with Hayley in the derelict house.

‘You were right,’ he said, sitting opposite her. ‘She really is a horny little slut. You should have seen her. She was into everything and—’

‘I saw …’ Anne began, almost dropping herself in it. ‘I mean, I went to the old house and saw the front room and thought of you two.’

‘I can’t thank you enough, Anne. She really is a horny girl.’

‘Are you seeing her again?’

‘No, I don’t think so. She was talking about some chap or other and I got the impression that she’s going to marry him.’

‘I can’t see Hayley getting married,’ Anne said, with a giggle. ‘Still, you never know. Did she mention other men? I mean, did she say anything about meeting other men for sex?’

‘No, she didn’t. I got the impression that she was only with me because … oh, I don’t know. I thought that it was some kind of last fling before she commits herself to marriage. Shame, really. I’d have liked to have seen her again.’

‘You’ve still got me, Alan. Mind you, I might have to charge you fifty pounds.’

‘You are a naughty girl. You’re also a dirty little girl and I’m glad I met you. You’re well worth the money. Tell me, do you do this for a living?’

‘Well, I … no, not really. It’s a long story. I thought that Hayley was on the game so I—’

‘She’s not on the game,’ Alan cut in, chuckling. ‘She was telling me that I was her first real sexual encounter. She’s had boyfriends, of course. But she was saying that none of them have turned her on. She reckons that I’m the first man she’s had an orgasm with.’

‘Ah, that explains it,’ Anne murmured. ‘I’m discovering quite a lot about my big sister. I’m also discovering a lot about myself. It will be strange if she marries and moves out of the house.’

‘You’re not going to get married yourself, then?’

‘No, no way. I have fantasies to live out and …’

‘Tell me about them.’

‘Well, my main one is being with three men. Three cocks … you get the idea?’

‘Yes, I do. You really
are
a naughty little girl, aren’t you?’

‘I try to be.’

‘I have a couple of friends who would be interested. Are you up for it?’

‘Yes, definitely.’

‘I’ll contact them and suggest it.’

‘Fifty pounds each?’ Anne said, grinning at him. ‘A young girl has to survive, Alan.’

‘No problem. I’ll let you know when I’ve spoken to them, probably tomorrow.’

‘OK, that’s great.’

‘Oh, there goes your sister,’ Alan said, looking through the window.

‘I wonder where she’s off to,’ Anne murmured, watching the girl head down the lane. ‘I’ll be back in a while. I just want to …’

‘Follow her?’

‘Yes, I’ll be back soon.’

Leaving the pub, Anne knew that Hayley was going to see Jack. She was probably going to try to put things right with him, she thought, watching the girl ring his front doorbell. Wishing that she hadn’t told Jack a string of lies about her sister, she hid in the bushes beneath the lounge window as Jack invited Hayley in. She could hear them talking as they went into the lounge. They were arguing, and she reckoned that the relationship was over.

‘I told you on the phone,’ Jack said. ‘I’m not going with a two-timing slut like you.’

‘Jack, listen to me,’ Hayley sighed. ‘It was a one-off. A final fling before marrying you. I know
that
it was wrong, I know that I shouldn’t have done it and I shouldn’t have lied to you, but—’

‘There are no buts, Hayley. I know that you’ve been seeing several men.’

‘I should never have gone to that old house. Who told you about it?’

‘As I said, a girl I know came to see me. She told me everything.’

‘What’s her name?’