Depths of Depravation (14 page)

‘I’m going out,’ Desiree announced, leaning on the back-door frame.

‘Oh, er…Where to?’ Belinda asked, smiling at the girl.

‘I don’t know. Just out.’

‘All right,’ Belinda said, noticing Tony hovering in his garden. ‘I’ll see you later.’

‘Maybe,’ Desiree said, turning and disappearing into the house.

‘Everything all right?’ Tony asked.

‘No, it’s not,’ Belinda replied as the front door slammed shut.

‘Is Desiree in a bad mood?’

‘I’m the one who’s in a bad mood,’ Belinda snapped, walking across the lawn. ‘Do you realise just what you’ve done?’

‘Fucked your sweet little –’

‘To me, to my family. You’ve ruined my relationship with my daughter and –’

‘
Me
?’

‘Yes, you. Until you turned up, everything was fine.’

‘How can you blame me? Just because you’re screwing your life up…’

‘Screwing my life up? You’re the one who’s screwing my life up. And my daughter’s life.’

‘I think you need a hard screw,’ he quipped.

‘Keep your voice down. I’ve given you my body, Tony. To save Desiree from your perverted ways, I’ve allowed you to…She found my panties in the bushes.’

‘You shouldn’t have left them there.’

‘I had a hell of a job explaining how they got there. She now thinks that I’m after you, making passes at you and…’

‘Aren’t you?’

‘No, I am not. All right, my sex life with my husband isn’t up to much. But that doesn’t mean to say that I want sex with you.’

‘Don’t you?’

‘Look, I’ll do anything to keep you and Desiree apart. If you want sex, then…’ Her words tailing off as she heard Desiree’s bedroom window close. She bit her lip. ‘God, she’s been listening.’ She sighed. ‘I thought she’d gone out.’

Belinda dashed into the house, climbed the stairs and tapped on her daughter’s bedroom door. Wondering what the girl had heard, how much of the conversation she’d heard, she knew that she couldn’t put things right now. She called out, asking Desiree to let her in, and said that she could explain everything. Hearing soft cries, whimpers of despair, she hung her head. Desiree obviously believed that her mother was a jealous slut who was prepared to have sex with Tony in order to keep him away from her. That was partly true, Belinda reflected. But Desiree would never understand.

‘You’re up early,’ Belinda said, wondering whether Desiree was going to talk to her as she walked into the kitchen.

‘I didn’t sleep very well,’ the girl said coldly. ‘My mind was cluttered with images of you and…’

‘We’d better talk.’ Belinda sighed.

‘You’re the one who needs to talk,’ Desiree returned. ‘You’re the one who needs to explain.’

‘Yes, well…The thing is…’

“ ‘I’ll do anything to keep you and Desiree apart.” That’s what you said to Tony, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, but…’

“ ‘My sex life with my husband isn’t up to much.” How come you’re discussing your sex life with your next-door neighbour?’

‘Desiree, listen to me for a moment. You obviously heard snippets of my conversation with Tony, and you’ve got the wrong end of the stick. You’ve taken the bits you heard out of context.’

“ ‘She found my panties in the bushes.” Why were you telling Tony that I’d found your panties in the bushes?’

‘If you’d just listen to me and allow me to explain…I was talking about sex because I’ve been trying to protect you. God, I don’t know where to begin. Tony is a highly sexed man. When I said that I’d do anything to keep you and him apart, I was trying to explain that you want to go on to university and shouldn’t be distracted.’

‘He’s not distracting me.’

‘Isn’t he? How much work have you done since he moved in? How many days have you taken off college?’

‘OK, so I’ve had other interests, but…’

‘Tony has been taunting me, Desiree. He’s been saying that you’re young and beautiful and he could easily get you into his bed.’

‘He has a girlfriend. He’s told me that he’s not interested in anything other than friendship with me. Why are you lying?’

‘I’m not lying. To him, all this is a game. He knows how protective I am towards you, and he enjoys taunting me.’

‘Why tell him about your sex life with Dad? Why tell him intimate details about your marriage?’

‘I wasn’t telling him intimate details. He was saying that I should be having fun while Dad’s away. He said that things go stale after years of marriage and all I said was…I admitted that my sex life wasn’t up to much. Had you listened, you’d have then heard me say that the passion might die off but the love grows.’

‘And your panties? Why tell Tony that I found your panties in the bushes?’

‘Because he’d seen them there. He made some joke or other about someone leaving a pair of panties in the bushes. I said that the wind had blown them off the line and you’d found them. There was nothing dark or mysterious about our conversation, Desiree. You overheard bits and pieces, put two and two together and…’

‘Why are you still trying to keep us apart when I’ve told you that he has a girlfriend? He’s not interested in me, so why keep on like this?’

‘He said that you showed him your thong. I didn’t even know that you had a thong. And as for lifting your skirt up and showing it to Tony…’

‘I…There was nothing wrong with that. I’d bought it in town and decided to show him, that was all.’

‘Didn’t you think that you’d turn him on by doing that? An attractive sixteen-year-old girl lifting her skirt up and showing her thong to a man…That’s an invitation if ever there was one.’

‘OK, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Why was he telling you about it?’

‘He was taunting me. He’s always taunting me, Desiree. That proves it, doesn’t it? He was making lewd jokes about the panties in the bushes, saying that you’d lifted your skirt up and –’

‘Hang on, I don’t understand. Why would he want to taunt you?’

‘As I said, this is all a game to him. He’ll obviously deny it. He’ll probably say that I’m trying to stir up trouble.’

‘Aren’t you? I mean, you said that you’d do anything to keep us apart so…Does that include having sex with him?’

‘God, no.’ Belinda gasped, shocked by her daughter’s insight. ‘How can you say such a thing?’

‘Quite easily, seeing as you told him that your sex life is no good and he said that you should be having fun while Dad’s away. Anyway, Tony is a virgin.’

‘What?’ Belinda giggled. ‘Tony? A virgin? God, he’s had more women than…’

‘He told me that he’s a virgin, and I believe him.’

‘Desiree, if you believe that you’ll believe anything. Can’t you see that I’m trying to protect you? When I was your age, I made some very big mistakes. I don’t want to stand by and watch you make the same mistakes.’

‘What mistakes did you make?’

‘I…I went with boys. Neglecting my studies, I had lots of boyfriends and…’

‘You put it about?’

‘Well, yes.’

‘How many boys?’

‘Oh, I don’t know.’

‘Ten? Twenty? Fifty?’

‘No, no. I can’t remember how many.’

‘You lost count, you mean?’

‘No, of course not.’

‘At sixteen years old, you fucked around and lost count.’

‘Don’t use that word, Desiree.’

‘Why not? It’s the right word, isn’t it? So, you were a slut during your teens? What changed you?’

‘I wasn’t a slut. Marriage changed me and…’

‘You’ve been after Tony, haven’t you?’

‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I’d do.’

‘Just like you were during your teenage years, you want to fuck around. With Dad away and Tony next door…I was right, you’re jealous. You want Tony for yourself, that’s why you’d do anything to keep us apart.’

‘That’s not true, Desiree.’

‘I overheard other things, you know.’

‘Such as?’

‘Does Dad know that you fucked around before you met him? Does he know that you were a slut?’

‘Desiree, please…’

‘I’m going to talk to Tony,’ Desire said, opening the back-door. ‘I’ll ask him what you said.’

‘Desiree, wait.’

Belinda sighed as she watched her daughter run across the lawn and disappear into the bushes. She knew that she’d made things worse than ever. She should never have mentioned her teenage years, she reflected. But she’d only been trying to explain why she was overly protective, why she didn’t want her daughter going off the rails. Desiree now thought her a slut who fucked about. What the hell was Tony saying to Desiree? If the girl went blabbing to her father…Could this get any worse? Belinda pondered.

*   *   *

‘She’s lying,’ Tony said firmly. ‘I’ve never come out with lewd jokes or taunted her.’

‘Why was she telling you about her sex life with my dad?’ Desiree sighed. ‘That’s not the sort of thing married women discuss with other men. And why did you say that she should be having fun while Dad’s away?’

‘She’s taken it out of context. All I was saying was that she should relax a little and not worry so much about you. I said that she should be having some fun rather than spending her time checking up on you.’

‘What I don’t understand is why you told her that I’d lifted my skirt up and shown you my thong. That was taunting her, Tony. There’s no other word for it.’

‘Again, she’s taken it out of context. I was saying that I only want to be friends with you. I mentioned that we’re more like brother and sister and you showing me your thong…Look, this is crazy. Aren’t you going to college today?’

‘Yes, I suppose I should. I’ll see you later this afternoon. Are you going to work?’

‘I’m waiting for a phone call.’

‘Oh, right. Well, I’ll see you later.’

*   *   *

After breakfast, Belinda decided to have another talk with Tony. With Desiree at college, she’d have time for a proper discussion, and not be overheard. Wearing her summer dress, she called at his front door rather than go sneaking through the bushes. Things were going to change, she decided. Desiree was stuck in the middle, used as a pawn in some horrendous adult sex game. The girl should be enjoying her studies, mixing with girls of her own age and living her life. This nightmare was going to end. And the fence panel was going back in place, dividing the gardens and keeping the pervert at bay.

‘I thought you might come round,’ Tony said, closing the door as Belinda walked past him into the hall. ‘Why have you been trying to cause trouble?’

‘
Me
?’ Belinda said. ‘You’re the one who…Look, we’re not going to get anywhere by arguing. Desiree is caught up in the middle of this nightmare and I want it to stop. At her age, she shouldn’t be going through this. She should be enjoying her life, Tony. Not having to play these ridiculous mind games.’

‘Mind games? She’s not playing mind games, Belinda. Look at the simple facts. Desiree wants a relationship with me. I don’t want to be anything more than friends with her. But I do want a relationship with you.’

‘So, you use her as a pawn in order to get what you want from me?’

‘No, not at all.’

‘You’ve threatened to screw her, Tony. You’ve said many times that it’s either me or my daughter. You’ve blackmailed me into having sex with you.’

‘Be honest with yourself. You want sex with me, don’t you?’

‘No, no I don’t.’

‘Oh, come on. You love a good shafting. You love sucking the spunk out of my cock, feeling my spunk flooding your tight little pussy and –’

‘Stop it, Tony. For God’s sake, stop it.’

‘The truth hurts? Is that it? As you said, we’ll get nowhere by arguing. I know that you think I’m a bastard, and you’re probably right. The thing is…I’m a normal man, Belinda. And Desiree is an extremely horny sixteen-year-old girl. I live alone and, at times, I need company. I also need physical contact, as you do. Your husband is away for weeks at a time. All I want is for us to enjoy sex together.’

‘Yes, but…Had you not dragged Desiree into this, things might have been different.’

‘You’d have opened your legs for me?’

‘No.’

‘There you are, then. Had it not been for Desiree, we wouldn’t be enjoying a sexual relationship.’

‘We’re not enjoying –’

‘I can read you like a book, Belinda. You love cold, hard, crude sex with me. Admit it.’

‘I will admit that I get lonely at times. And I do enjoy sex. But I’m married, Tony. Where will this lead? Where will my adultery take me? Inevitably, to the ruination of my marriage.’

‘Why should it? You’re making this unnecessarily complicated. I need sex, Belinda. I either have sex with you, or Desiree. It’s as simple as that.’

‘Blackmail.’

‘Call it what you like. Desiree wants me. I want her to carry on with her studies and get somewhere in life. However, if you’re not going to give me what I want, what I need, then…’

‘Then you’ll ruin Desiree’s life? I’ve already agreed to have sex with you, Tony. All I’m asking in return is that you stick to your side of the deal.’

‘I am sticking to it. Good God, I could lure Desiree into my bed at the drop of a hat. Why haven’t I done that? Because I’m sticking to my side of the deal. As I said, you’re the one who’s causing trouble, making things difficult and creating problems. Now, as Desiree is at college, I’d like you to strip naked.’

‘I can’t, I have things to do.’

‘Yes, you do have things to do. You have your master to…’

‘Later, maybe. I have to go into town and…’

‘Strip naked, Belinda. Show me that you’re an obedient slave, and I’ll promise to keep Desiree out of this.’

Unbuttoning the front of her summer dress, Belinda hoped that Tony would at last leave Desiree out of the equation if she did as he asked. If he stopped his lewd jokes, his taunting and threats…But, at what price? Adultery. Maybe he was right, she mused, tossing her dress onto the sofa. Perhaps her adultery wouldn’t lead to the ruination of her marriage. Why should it? If she only saw Tony when her husband was working abroad, if Desiree’s suspicions were allayed, why should her adultery come to light and destroy her marriage?

But, still a question nagged Belinda. Was she agreeing to become Tony’s sex slave to preserve Desiree’s virginity? Or was she doing it because, at heart, she was a slut? If only Brian had been a little more adventurous in bed, she mused as she stood before her master in her bra and panties. If only he’d paid a little attention to her feminine needs, her inner desires. But he hadn’t, and there was no point in looking back. Her sex life with Brian was boring, staid and completely unsatisfying. Unable to recall when she’d last enjoyed an orgasm with her husband, she knew that nothing would change. Sex with her husband was bland. But, with her next-door neighbour…Tony had no idea how to treat a lady. But he certainly knew how to treat a common slut.

Her full breasts tumbled from the cups of her bra as she unhooked it. Then she slipped her panties down and kicked the garment aside. Tony looked her up and down, his huge grin showing his obvious appreciation for her curvaceous body as she stood naked before him.
You love a good shafting. You love sucking the spunk out of my cock, feeling my spunk flooding your tight little pussy
…Once a slut, always a slut, she reflected, as she recalled Tony’s words. Why try to deny it? She’d lusted after boys during her teens and had successfully quashed her darker side throughout her marriage. Perhaps the time had come to allow her true character to surface once again.

‘I want you to get into the role of a sex slave,’ Tony said. ‘Get on all fours and crawl around for me.’

‘Tony, I’m not going to…’

‘Just do it, Belinda,’ he said, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

‘I’m not going to crawl around on the floor like an animal. I’ve agreed to have sex with you, but I’m not going to be treated like an animal.’

‘Is it love you’re looking for?’ he asked, stroking her erect nipples.

‘I have love with my husband,’ she returned.

‘In that case, it’s sex you’re looking for.’

‘No, I…’

‘Belinda, we both know that you want cold, crude sex. There’s nothing you’d like more than to be treated like an animal and used for hard sex.’

‘I’m not just a lump of female flesh to be used and abused.’

‘That’s what you really want, isn’t it? I’ve told you before to be honest with yourself. Let yourself go and enjoy your body. Once you get into the role of my sex slave, you’ll be gagging for a hard fuck.’

Taking her position on the floor, she knew that her vaginal lips were bulging below her bottom, nestling alluringly between her slender thighs. Although humiliated and degraded as Tony stood behind her and commented on her firm buttocks, she realised that she was also highly aroused. Crawling around on the floor like a dog, her sex crack crudely displayed to her master, she felt her pussy-milk oozing between the fleshy cushions of her swelling labia. She could lead two lives, she mused. The loving wife and mother, and the common whore.