Depths of Depravation (13 page)

‘It was me you were after all along. I should have realised from the outset that you –’

‘Take a look at this,’ he cut in, pulling a photograph from his trouser pocket. ‘See? Desiree lifting her skirt and showing me her thong.’

‘A thong?’ she echoed, gazing between her thighs at the upside-down picture. ‘But…When do you…’

‘You’ve got it all wrong, Belinda. Desiree is begging for it. Taking her thong off and fucking her tight little pussy would be the easiest thing in the world.’

‘When did she…Did she allow you to take that photograph?’

‘Of course she did. Can’t you see the impish smile on her face? Can’t you see the wicked sparkle in her eyes?’

‘She’s young and confused. She doesn’t know what she wants.’

‘Maybe not, but I know what I want. It’s you or your daughter, Belinda.’

‘Desiree isn’t like that. I didn’t know that she had a thong. I can’t believe that she’d lift her skirt and…’

‘Photographs don’t lie. So, do you swear to offer me your tight little arsehole whenever I want anal sex?’

Stunned by her daughter’s lewd behaviour as Tony stood behind her, Belinda couldn’t rid her mind of the image. Desiree, lifting her skirt and allowing him to take a photograph of her thong…
Photographs don’t lie
. Feeling the bulbous knob of Tony’s cock slip between the juice-dripping petals of her inner lips, she realised that she’d have to become a slave to her neighbour, she’d have to be at his beck and call, agree to his every perverted whim. With his good looks and his charm, he’d have no trouble seducing Desiree. Belinda had to become his obedient sex slave.

This was cold sex for the sake of sex, she mused as his rock-hard shaft entered the tight duct of her pussy. No love, no strings…Just immensely satisfying sex. And blackmail. She daren’t say anything to Desiree about the photograph, she decided, as her vaginal duct opened wide to accommodate her neighbour’s solid cock. If she mentioned the thong, then the girl would realise that she’d been talking to Tony, trying to intervene in her private affairs. How wrong she’d been, Belinda reflected. Tony would have no qualms about stripping Desiree of her virginity.

‘Is that nice?’ Tony asked, breaking her reverie. ‘Do you like the feel of my hard cock stretching your sweet cunt wide open?’

‘You’re a vulgar man,’ Belinda said, watching his huge balls swinging between her thighs as he began his fucking motions. ‘A vulgar, despicable –’

‘Young man?’ he quipped. ‘How old is your husband?’

‘He’s forty-eight.’

‘You should think yourself lucky, Belinda. A young man of twenty-seven shafting your pussy. You should think yourself very lucky.’

‘Handcuffed to a wooden frame, forced to take your cock, thrashed, threatened, blackmailed…I don’t call that luck.’

‘Your female cravings satisfied by a virile young man while your ageing husband is away? If that’s not lucky, then I don’t know what is. And your pretty little daughter’s virginity is safe. What more could you ask for?’

‘My daughter better be safe,’ she returned. ‘Do you have other photographs of her?’

‘No, only the one I showed you. Shall I tell you what she said when I took that photograph?’

‘I don’t want to know.’

‘She said, “My body is yours, if you want it.” ’

‘You’re lying.’

‘I don’t lie, Belinda. But I did lie to her when I said that I only wanted to be friends. I want to be far more than friends with the sexy little bitch. But, all the time I have you, I’ll not touch her. You’re standing between me and your daughter’s tight little virgin pussy. Give me what I want, and I’ll not give Desiree what she wants. That’s the deal, Belinda.’

He meant every word, Belinda knew, as her tethered body rocked back and forth with his crude vaginal shafting. Desiree was young, naive and stupid in her inexperience. But, worse, she thought that she was in love. Tony was playing games with her, keeping her hanging on, using her. Had he already touched her? Belinda wondered, as the squelching sound of her pussy-milk resounded around the room – the sex den. She was going to have to talk to the girl, she decided. Desiree would probably see it as intervention and may even rebel, but that was a chance Belinda was going to have to take.

As her solid clitoris was massaged by the pussy-wet shaft of Tony’s thrusting penis, Belinda felt her womb contract. She tried not to enjoy the sensations, tried to deny the immense pleasure he was bringing her. The glowing flesh of her buttocks stinging from the riding crop, her clitoris pulsating in the beginnings of an orgasm, her sex-milk flowing freely from her shafted vagina: there was no denying the incredible pleasure. She’d been a slut during her teens, she reflected. Once a slut, always a slut? But she was only doing this for Desiree’s sake.
You’re standing between me and your daughter’s tight little virgin pussy
.

Belinda was sure that once Brian was home things would be different. She’d make an effort to rekindle their sex life, do her best to please him in bed and…But, as always, he’d have too much to do between his business trips to take an interest in sex. They’d almost got to the stage where they had a brother–sister relationship, she reflected, as Tony began gasping. But she’d do her utmost to change that. She’d ignore Tony, keep out of his way and concentrate solely on repairing her marriage.

Repairing? she mused, as Tony grabbed her hips and increased his vaginal pistoning rhythm. How could something that had been torn to shreds ever be repaired?
Let no man put asunder
. Lies, deceit, betrayal, adultery…And, unless Belinda agreed to Tony’s demands, Desiree would pay the price. Tony would dump the girl when he’d finished with her. A year, two years…He’d soon tire of her and lure another young girl into his bed – into his sex den. Where would that leave Desiree? Soiled, sullied, distraught.

‘Here it comes,’ Tony said breathlessly, his bulbous knob battering Belinda’s ripe cervix as he swung his hips and shafted her tight vagina with a vengeance. ‘This is what you want, isn’t it?’

‘No, no.’ She gasped as her clitoris exploded in orgasm. ‘God, no.’

‘Feel it,’ he cried, his lower belly slapping her crimsoned buttocks, his swinging balls repeatedly meeting her mons. ‘Feel the spunk, Belinda. Feel the spunk filling your beautiful little cunt. I’ll bet your husband doesn’t screw you like this.’

His vulgar words heightening her pleasure as she rode the crest of her orgasm, she again thought of her husband. Shuddering as her climax peaked, she knew that she’d never enjoy sex like this with the man she’d married. This was illicit sex. Crude sex without love. Hard-core sex. When she’d married, she’d thought that she’d remain ever-faithful to Brian, giving her body to no other man. Until death do us part. But now? As Tony’s sperm flooded her spasming vaginal sheath, she knew that there was no turning back. She’d committed adultery.

All she could do when her husband returned was try to forget about Tony. Try not to think of the illicit sexual acts, the incredible pleasure he’d brought her. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to concentrate on the family home, her marriage and the family unit. When Tony demanded crude sex, as she knew he would, she’d have to be strong and decline his offer of amazing orgasms. His sex den, his vibrators and handcuffs, the wooden frame, the beautiful whipping of her naked buttocks…She’d resist temptation. And do her best to keep her daughter away from him.

Shuddering as her orgasm rocked her very soul, she prayed for Desiree to listen to her father. Once he was home and he discovered her so-called love for Tony, he’d talk to her, make her see sense. Desiree had always listened to him, taken his advice. She looked up to him, and would understand his concern. But, in the meantime, it was down to Belinda to safeguard the girl’s virginity.

‘Tight-cunted slut,’ Tony said, making his final thrusts as his swinging balls drained. ‘You must have gone for years without a good fucking.’

‘Shut up,’ Belinda snapped as her orgasm began to wane and guilt consumed her. ‘I have a very good sex life with my husband.’

‘That’s not what Desiree said.’ He chortled as he withdrew his deflating cock from her sperm-bubbling vagina.

‘What? What the hell has she been saying?’

‘I’d best not divulge our conversation.’

‘Let me go, for God’s sake,’ Belinda said. ‘Desiree knows nothing about my sex life. You’re just trying to cause trouble, as usual.’

‘I’ll let you go after I’ve taken a couple of photographs for my collection.’

‘Don’t you dare take photographs of me,’ she hissed through gritted teeth as he grabbed his camera. ‘Tony, if you…’

‘Too late.’ He chuckled as he knelt behind her and focused on her sex-dripping vaginal lips. ‘Give me a big smile.’

‘Not my face, for Christ’s sake.’

‘Perfect. I like to have a little insurance.’

‘Insurance? What the hell are you talking about?’

‘Should you decide to go blabbing to your husband, I’ll show him what sort of woman he’s married to.’

‘Let me go, you bastard.’

Finally Tony pulled the wooden frame upright and released the handcuffs. He stood back and watched Belinda straighten her trembling body. Adjusting her clothes and running her fingers through her dishevelled hair, she ignored his crude remarks about sperm running down her inner thighs. All she wanted to do was get home and take a shower, wash away the signs of her adulterous act. Grabbing her torn panties from the floor as he opened the door for her, she hoped that Desiree hadn’t heard the debauchery – her mother’s debauched whimpers.

‘I’ll see you later,’ Tony said as she fled the room and bounded down the stairs. She left by the back door and slipped through the bushes at the end of the garden, hoping that her daughter wasn’t looking out of her window as she headed for the safety of her house. Sperm streamed from her inflamed vagina, her bottom burned like hell, her clothes were crumpled…

‘God,’ Desiree said as Belinda slipped into the kitchen. ‘Are you all right? What happened to you?’

‘I…I got caught up in the bushes,’ Belinda lied. ‘I was clearing up and…It’s all right, I’m OK.’

‘You’re a right mess. You’d better get cleaned up.’

‘Yes, I will. Has Jenny gone?’

‘She’s just left. I didn’t realise that you were gardening.’

‘I thought I’d make the most of the fine weather. Desiree, we need to talk.’

‘Oh? What about?’

‘Things, everything.’

‘What things?’

‘I know that you think you’re in love with Tony.’

‘I don’t think that at all. I’ve already told you, he has a girlfriend.’

‘Desiree, I don’t quite know how to put this. Tony has made several passes at me.’

‘Passes at you?’ She giggled. ‘Mum, be serious.’

‘I’m not unattractive, Desiree.’

‘I know, but…’

‘I’m telling you for your own good. He’s only after sex.’

‘Here we go again.’ Desiree sighed, raising her eyes to the ceiling. ‘Another lecture.’

‘No, not a lecture. This is a serious talk. I’m only a few years older than Tony. Why you should laugh when I say that he’s made passes at me, I really don’t know.’

‘Because you’re my mum. I’m not saying that you’re old or anything, but…’

‘But what? I’m a woman, Desiree. Why shouldn’t a man fancy me?’

‘Yes, but not Tony.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because…Firstly, in case you’ve forgotten, you’re a married woman.’

‘Of course I haven’t forgotten.’

‘Since the day Tony moved in, you’ve been weird. You’ve changed, Mum.’

‘
Me
? Desiree, you’re the one who’s changed.’

‘You know that Tony likes me and you know how much I like him. You’re jealous.’

‘Jealous? Desiree, I’m far from jealous. I’m anything but jealous. We used to do things together, talk to each other. The garden, shopping, housework, going for walks…We hardly see each other now. You help Tony with his garden and –’

‘That proves it,’ Desiree cut in. ‘You’re jealous. Shall I tell you what I think? I think that
you
have been making passes at Tony.’

‘For God’s sake, Desiree.’

‘To keep him away from me, you’ve been chasing after him. That is right, isn’t it?’

‘That’s ridiculous.’

‘That’s why your clothes are all crumpled. You’ve been trying to get off with Tony. Is that what your panties were doing in the bushes? Had you pulled them off for him?’

‘Desiree, please,’ Belinda called as the girl stormed out of the room. ‘Desiree…’

Holding her hand to her head as Desiree slammed her bedroom door shut, Belinda couldn’t believe how close to the truth her daughter was. This was worse than a nightmare, she reflected, acutely aware of sperm running down her inner thighs as she climbed the stairs. She’d made a complete mess of attempting to talk to Desiree, she thought sadly, as she closed and locked the bathroom door. And she’d made things ten times worse.

After a shower, Belinda slipped into a summer dress and went out into the garden. There was no point in trying to talk to Desiree again. The girl was locked in her room, and would no doubt stay there for several hours. Her buttocks still stinging from the riding crop as she sat on a patio chair, Belinda tried to comprehend the incredible situation. Her husband hadn’t been gone for more than a week and Tony had only just moved in…And her life had been turned upside down and inside out.

Although she’d committed adultery for Desiree’s sake, she knew that she’d harboured a yearning for sexual satisfaction for many years. The odd shafting from Brian as he’d snuggled up behind her in bed had left her full of sperm, but empty inside. She realised now that she’d craved real sex, gratifying sex, for a long time. Perhaps she was using Desiree as an excuse? she pondered. Screwing Tony to preserve her daughter’s virginity was the ideal excuse to enjoy rampant sex. But, whatever the reason for her adultery, she knew that she was drifting away from Desiree. A wedge was being driven between them. And Tony was that wedge.

Pondering on the future, Belinda wondered where the path she was treading would take her. She was now moving away from her twee marriage, her insular world, but where to? Could she enjoy crude sex with Tony and yet remain with her husband? Could she live a double life? The loyal, faithful and loving wife when her husband was around, and the common sex-starved slut when he was away. Two lives, two men…