Wicked Obsession (27 page)

‘I don’t know what this is all about,’ the vicar said. ‘I was outside and I saw a chap waiting by the wall. The he went off and left this envelope behind.’ He opened the envelope and pulled out several photographs. ‘And then you turned up and … I recognised you immediately.’

‘Oh,’ Katie gasped, holding her hand to her pretty mouth as the priest showed her the photographs. ‘I … I don’t know where they came from.’

‘It’s obviously you in the pictures. You must know about them.’

‘Well, yes … I mean … May I have them back, please?’

‘These photos are disgusting, Katie. Do your parents know what you get up to?’

‘No, no, they don’t. You see, the man is an agent and he wants me to … If I could just have them back …’

‘An agent? I think I’d better have a word with your parents, Katie.’

‘No, please don’t.’

‘You’ve obviously gone off the rails and it’s my duty to help you. As a vicar, I can’t just ignore this. I can’t stand by and—’

‘Please, I’ll burn them—’

‘Burning them won’t change anything. It won’t change the fact that you’ve behaved like a …’ Perching on the edge of his desk, the vicar rubbed his chin. ‘Maybe I can help you,’ he murmured pensively.

‘How?’ Katie asked him anxiously, brushing her long blonde hair away from her flushed face.

‘I should show these to your parents, but … Why don’t you pose for me? You can show me how you posed for the photos.’

‘What? You mean …’

‘Take your clothes off and show me how you posed for the camera.’

‘But you’re a vicar and … I can’t take my clothes off.’

‘Then I’ll just have to show these to your parents.’

‘Why do you want me to pose?’

‘Because it will be your punishment, Katie. Either your parents punish you, or I do.’

‘But … you won’t touch me or anything?’

‘I simply want to humiliate you as a way of punishing you. Having stripped naked in front of me, I doubt that you’ll ever do anything like this again. It will teach you a lesson, Katie.’

‘Well, I’m not sure.’

‘Or would you rather that your parents should punish you?’

‘No, no … all right, I’ll do it,’ Katie finally conceded.

Anne watched as the girl slipped her crop-top off and displayed the firm mounds of her braless breasts
to
the perverted vicar. Her nipples rose proud from the dark discs of her areolae in the relatively cool air of the church and she hung her head in shame as the priest gazed at them. Anne was in two minds as to whether to put a stop to the vicar’s scam or watch the girl take her first hard cock into her virgin pussy. She also wondered if she should join in and lick the man of God’s pussy-wet cock as he fucked the innocent teenager.

‘And now your skirt,’ the vicar ordered the girl.

‘You’ll give me the photos if I do it?’ Katie asked him in her naïvety.

‘Yes, and that will be the end of the matter.’

Lowering her skirt, Katie stepped out of the garment and stood in front of the man in her shoes and tight knickers. He gazed at the tight material running between her slender thighs and licked his lips, and Anne knew exactly what he was thinking. Ordering Katie to remove her knickers, the priest watched as she slipped her thumbs in between the tight elastic and her slender hips. Katie had no choice, Anne knew as the girl hesitated. Either she exposed the most private part of her young body to the perverted man, or she’d have to face her parents.

Would the vicar carry out his threat if she didn’t do as he’d asked? Anne wondered as Katie slipped her knickers down an inch or two. Her sparse blonde pubes came into view and Anne could clearly see the top of her tight crack. If the vicar went to the girl’s parents with the photos, he’d have to explain how he’d got hold of them, she reflected. He wouldn’t gain anything by getting the girl into trouble, and she doubted that he’d bother if she didn’t comply with his humiliating demands.

‘You’re a pretty little thing,’ the priest said as Katie tugged her knickers down to her knees. ‘Take your panties off and stand with your feet wide apart.’

‘There,’ she said, complying with his instructions. ‘May I get dressed now?’

‘Not yet, Katie. Turn around and bend over. Bend over and touch your toes.’

‘I’ve done all you’ve asked,’ the girl whimpered, turning and bending over. ‘May I have the photos now?’

Eyeing the fleshy swell of her vaginal lips nestling between her slender thighs, the vicar grinned. ‘You’re a
very
pretty little thing,’ he breathed, running his fingertips over the unblemished flesh of her firm buttocks.

‘I have to go now,’ Katie said, standing and facing him.

‘What would your parents say if I were to tell them that you came here and stripped naked? If I said that you gave me the photographs and you asked me for sex, I’m sure—’

‘No,’ she breathed shakily. ‘Please, I’ve done everything …’

‘Get onto the desk,’ the vicar ordered her. ‘Lie on your back on the desk and I’ll examine you.’

‘But—’

‘Just do it, Katie.’

Taking her position, the girl gazed wide-eyed at the priest as he stood beside her and ran his fingertips over the small mounds of her teenage breasts. Clutching her camera, Anne wanted to take some photographs so that she could blackmail the vicar, but she thought that he might hear the shutter clicking. All she could do was watch as the man ran his fingers down over the girl’s smooth stomach to the gentle rise of her mons. Spinning round as she heard a woman calling for the vicar, Anne squatted behind a pew as the man left the office and closed the door. Once he was in conversation with the woman, she slipped into the office.

‘Are you all right, Katie?’ she whispered.

‘Anne … what are you doing here?’

‘I’ve come to save you.’

‘No, he’s going to tell my parents about the photos and—’

‘No, he won’t. Come on, get dressed and we’ll get out of here.’

‘Anne, I can’t. He has the photographs of me and—’

‘Oh, we have a guest,’ the vicar said, standing in the doorway. ‘What a nice surprise.’

‘We’re leaving,’ Anne stated firmly.

‘Leaving? But the fun hasn’t even started. Why don’t you lick Katie’s little cunt and make it nice and wet in readiness for my cock?’

‘She’s a virgin – you’re not going to do anything to her.’

‘Anne, I told you that you know nothing about this village or the people in it. Unless you want to get yourself into serious trouble you’ll keep your nose out of my business.’

‘I’m afraid that my nose is well and truly stuck in your business, vicar.’

‘In that case, I’ll visit your parents and show them the photographs that I have of you. The choice is yours: you either lick her cunt or—’

‘I’m not a virgin,’ Katie confessed. ‘If the vicar pays me, he can do what he likes to me.’

‘What?’ Anne gasped. ‘But you told me that—’

‘I lied.’

‘You want money in return for … I can’t believe this, Katie.’

‘I don’t pay girls for sex,’ the vicar said.

‘From now on you do,’ Anne returned. ‘Hayley is no longer in charge of the girls. I have names, addresses, phone numbers …
I
’m in charge now, vicar.’

‘Don’t make me laugh,’ he said, with a chuckle.

‘Ah, you must be Alison,’ Anne said as a teenage girl appeared in the doorway.

‘Yes, I am. The other girls are here, too.’

‘What’s going on?’ the priest asked, frowning at Alison. ‘I told you that I’d show the photographs to your parents unless you—’

‘Ignore him,’ Anne cut in, gazing at the flock of young girls standing behind Alison. ‘I’m in charge now. Money, please, vicar.’

‘What?’

‘One hundred, please. If you want Katie, that is.’

‘And if I don’t?’

‘Then you’ll never enjoy a teenage girl again. I have all Hayley’s photographs, and I’ll take yours before I leave. The game is over, vicar.’

Alison lifted her short skirt and pulled down the front of her tight knickers. ‘Don’t you want this, vicar?’ she said with a giggle as he gazed at the hairless lips of her tempting young pussy.

‘Yes, but—’

‘One hundred is cheap, vicar,’ Anne cut in. ‘Think yourself lucky.’

‘You do realise that Hayley will go mad when she finds out about this? She’s been running the business for two years and …’

‘And now I’m running it.’

‘Brian won’t be at all happy.’

‘Brian will have to pay for sex, just like the rest of the clients.’

Turning to Katie, Anne smiled. ‘You don’t have to work for me,’ she said. ‘You can leave, if you want to.’

‘I’ll stay,’ the girl replied, parting her slender thighs.

‘Good girl. OK, are the rest of you happy about working for me?’

‘We’re all happy,’ Alison said. ‘We’ve talked about your idea, and we’re all happy.’

Turning to the vicar, Anne waved her hand over Katie’s naked body. ‘She’s all yours,’ she said. ‘I want to use you as a guinea pig, so I won’t charge you this time.’

‘That’s very good of you,’ the priest murmured sarcastically.

‘In future, you’ll pay the same as the other clients.’

The girls crowded round as the vicar slipped his cassock off and displayed his erect penis to their wide eyes. Anne gazed at the girls and smiled as the vicar slipped his purple knob between the firm lips of Katie’s pussy. The young women were fresh and extremely attractive, she mused happily. The girls she hadn’t been able to contact would no doubt be pleased to join her in her new business venture, she was sure as she watched the vicar’s solid cock drive deep into Katie’s tight vagina.

Taking the photographs of Katie from the desk drawer, Anne tore them into small pieces and dropped them into the waste-paper basket. Things were working out well, she thought as the vicar repeatedly drove his solid knob deep into Katie’s teenage pussy. But she still had Hayley to contend with. Her thoughts turned to Dave and she wondered what his involvement was. How long had he been working with Hayley?

Deciding to teach the girls a thing or two about sex, Anne ordered the vicar to slow his thrusting rhythm. Smiling as his cock glided slowly in and out of Katie’s tight vagina, she leaned over and licked his pussy-wet shaft. Katie’s milk tasted wonderful, she thought as the girls watched her. Stretching the girl’s swollen love lips wide apart and sweeping her tongue over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris, she knew that she wasn’t far away from her climax.

‘OK, watch and learn,’ Anne said to her eager audience. Resting her head on Katie’s smooth stomach with her pretty mouth just above the girl’s sex crack, she looked up at the vicar. ‘I know that some of you will have experience, but watch me anyway.’

‘What’s going on?’ the vicar asked her, stilling his solid cock deep within the girl’s wet sex sheath.

‘One thrust into her pussy and then one into my mouth,’ Anne told him. ‘Pussy, mouth, pussy, mouth … Got it?’

‘No problem,’ he replied.’

Opening her mouth wide, Anne tasted Katie’s sex milk each time the vicar slipped his cock out of her pussy and drove his purple knob into Anne’s waiting mouth. The girls moved closer and watched the alternate thrusting: mouth, pussy, mouth, pussy. Finally standing upright, Anne ordered a pretty little blonde to take her place. The vicar was doing well for the money, she thought as the girl opened her mouth and repeatedly sucked on the man’s vagina-wet knob. The other girls jostled each other, desperate for their turn as the vicar gasped.

‘Have you all tasted spunk?’ Anne asked them.

‘I haven’t,’ a dark-haired beauty said.

‘OK, you go last and the vicar will come in your mouth.’

As each girl took her turn to suck Katie’s sex juices from the man’s bulbous knob, Anne reckoned that she was going to earn a lot of money from her employees. She’d have to teach them the fine art of lesbian sex, she thought as the vicar neared his orgasm. There’d be clients who would pay to watch two teenage girls licking each other’s clitorises to orgasm. She’d have to buy school uniforms, nurses’ outfits, leather and latex gear … She’d need handcuffs and whips for her fetish clients, she thought,
ordering
the last girl to take her position as the vicar said that he could hold back no longer.

Watching the vicar’s huge cock slip out of Katie’s tight vagina and drive into the dark-haired girl’s mouth, Anne grinned as he reached his orgasm and his spunk jetted from his swollen knob. Between each vaginal and oral thrust, his jism rained over the girl’s hair and splattered her pretty face. She could hear the girl swallowing every time the vicar’s knob left Katie’s vagina and drove into her mouth. She was leaning how to please a man, Anne reflected. All the girls were learning, and they’d soon be well practised in the art of committing crude sexual acts.

The vicar staggered back as his cock deflated, leaving spunk oozing from Katie’s inflamed sex sheath and dribbling down the other girl’s cheek. Time for a lesson in lesbian sex, Anne decided, ordering one of the girls to lap up the spunk flowing from Katie’s hot pussy. Again, the girls lined up, eagerly awaiting their turn to suck the vicar’s spunk from Katie’s vaginal duct. Anne gazed at the priest as the first girl knelt on the floor and pressed her pretty mouth into Katie’s open sex valley. His cock stiffened and she hoped that he’d be able to penetrate each girl before the lesson was over.

Anne dashed out of the office and closed the door behind her as she heard someone in the church. She stared at her sister as the girl walked down the aisle. This was it, she thought anxiously. The confrontation was about to take place. Hayley didn’t look at all happy as Anne stood in front of her and smiled. She’d have discovered that her computer had been wrecked, and …

‘What the hell is going on?’ Hayley breathed, glaring at Anne. ‘Who’s in the office with the vicar?’

‘My girls,’ Anne replied.

‘
Your
girls? What the hell are you talking about?’

‘The girls on your list of victims are now working for me. There’ll be no more threats, no blackmail …’

‘Now you listen to me, young lady,’ Hayley hissed. ‘Or, I should say, young slut. I’ve worked hard over the past two years to build up—’

‘It’s over, Hayley,’ Anne cut in. ‘The things you’ve done are despicable. Conning those young girls into thinking that they’ll be models, taking photos of them and selling them to the vicar so that he can blackmail them into having sex with him …’