Depths of Depravation (21 page)

‘Your brown ring is dragging along my cock,’ Tony announced with a chuckle. ‘I can see it pulling away and then disappearing into your bum as I fuck you. Can you feel my knob driving into your bowels?’ he asked her. ‘Can you feel the spunk filling you?’

‘Fuck me,’ she said. ‘Fuck me senseless.’

Listening to his running commentary, Belinda let out a rush of breath as his balls drained and he finally withdrew his cock from her sperm-brimming rectal sheath. He’d not be able to shaft her again, she was sure, as she heard movements behind her. She hoped that she’d finally be allowed her freedom as the wooden frame was moved to the upright position. She squinted as Tony removed the blindfold. Shaking her head, her long black hair cascading down her naked back, she clung to the frame to support her sagging body as he released the handcuffs.

‘That’ll be enough for now,’ he said as she turned and faced him. ‘I’ll give you another arse-fucking this evening.’

‘I have to go home,’ she said shakily, pulling the metal clips off her distended inner lips and tugging the vibrator out of her inflamed vagina. ‘I need to rest and –’

‘And shave the stubble off your pussy,’ he cut in.

‘Yes, I will.’

‘You enjoyed that, didn’t you? You enjoyed an arse-fucking.’

‘Yes, I did. Tony, I…’

‘You what? What’s the problem?’

‘Nothing.’

‘I’ll show you the photographs when you come back this evening.’

‘I don’t want to see them,’ she returned, opening the door. ‘I have some thinking to do. I’m confused and…’

‘There’s no reason to be confused,’ he said. ‘You want my cock up your arse. There’s nothing confusing about that. I’ll see you later, slave,’ he called as she left the sex den.

Belinda made her way downstairs and hurriedly dressed in Tony’s lounge. She didn’t think that she’d be able to sit down for a week. Her buttocks stung like hell as she tugged her panties on. She headed for the back door and made her escape into the garden. Sperm oozed from the inflamed iris of her anus and soaked into the tight material of her panties as she slipped through the bushes and walked across the lawn to the patio. She needed a shower; she needed to rest. If Desiree came home and found her mother in this state…She dashed into the lounge and answered the phone and her heart leaped into her mouth as Brian asked her how she was.

‘Fine,’ she replied. ‘I…I’ve been out for a walk.’

‘Good news,’ he said excitedly. ‘I’ll be home next week.’

‘Next week?’ Images of her shaved pussy filled her tormented mind. Pictures of her weal-lined buttocks. ‘But…’

‘My promotion is going ahead so I have to get back to the London office.’

‘Oh, I see.’

‘You don’t sound very pleased.’

‘No, no…I’m delighted, Brian. Desiree will be so pleased.’

‘I’ll be back in Tokyo the week after next, but at least I’ll have some time at home. How’s that new chap next door? Settled in, yet?’

‘I…I don’t know. I’ve not seen much of him.’

‘We’ll have to invite him to a barbecue.’

‘Yes, that’s a good idea.’

‘Right, I have to go. I should be able to call tomorrow.’

‘I’ll tell Desiree the minute she gets home from college. She’ll be delighted.’

‘OK, love. Bye for now.’

‘Bye.’

Replacing the receiver, Belinda felt panicky. Her heart banging hard against her chest, her hands trembling, she paced the lounge floor as anxiety gripped her. At least Brian was going back to Tokyo the following week, she thought. But he was bound to notice her shaved vulva and her crimsoned buttocks. Trying to calm herself, she had a quick shower and changed into a T-shirt and short skirt. She reckoned that, if she didn’t shave again, the stubble covering her vulva might grow enough for Brian not to notice. She could say that she’d trimmed her pubes, she mused. Perhaps trimmed them a little too much.

To her horror, she found herself thinking that it would be best if her husband never came back. Life would be a lot easier and far more exciting, she thought in her rising wickedness. Sex with Tony, bondage and spanking, massive orgasms…Trying to think straight, she made herself a cup of coffee and wandered out into the garden. She’d changed, she knew, as she placed her coffee on the table and eased her stinging bottom onto a chair. It was incredible to think that, in such a short space of time, she’d committed adultery, enjoyed anal sex, bondage and the cane…and was now wishing that her husband would never return. Her relationship with her daughter had also changed. In such a short time, her life had been turned upside down and inside out. Had she really changed? she mused. Once a slut, always a slut.

Images of Tony fingering Desiree’s young vagina loomed in her mind as she sipped her coffee. The very fingers that had delved into her own pussy, she mused. Had Tony set out from day one to seduce both mother and daughter? The threats and taunts, his jibes about Desiree’s young body…He’d been playing one against the other, she knew. Desiree was confused, thought that she was in love. But, once her father was home…Would she listen to him? Belinda wondered. She always used to listen to him and take his advice. Would she listen now?

Sperm still oozing from her abused bottom hole, Belinda felt her clitoris stir as she pictured Tony’s knob stretching her anal ring wide open. This was all a game to him, she thought. What was it to her? Adultery, deceit, lies…One thing was for sure, she decided: the times she’d spent with Tony had been incredibly sexually gratifying. But her massive orgasms had only served to fire her libido and she now thought about sex constantly. Her pussy-milk was flowing into the tight crotch of her cotton panties, but she didn’t want to have to masturbate yet again. But she knew that she had no choice as her vaginal muscles tightened.

‘Hi, Mum,’ Desiree trilled, skipping through the back door onto the patio. ‘Is Tony back yet?’

‘I…I don’t know,’ Belinda lied. No privacy, no time to masturbate. ‘I’m sure that I would have heard him if –’

‘I’ll go and see,’ the girl said excitedly, heading towards the bushes.

‘Desiree, wait a minute. I want to talk to you.’

‘What, now?’

‘Yes, now. It’s about your father.’

‘Oh?’

‘He’ll be home next week.’

‘Really?’ Desiree cried, her pretty face beaming. ‘But, why? I mean…’

‘He rang and said that his promotion is going ahead and he has to come back to the London office.’

‘When? Which day?’

‘He didn’t say. The thing is –’

‘I can’t wait to see him. That’s great news, Mum.’

‘Yes, it is. Desiree, the thing is that I don’t know what he’s going to say when he finds out about Tony.’

‘Tony? What do you mean?’

‘You know what your dad’s like. You’re only sixteen, Tony is twenty-seven and…’

‘And what?’

‘What do you think your dad will say when he discovers that you’re seeing a man of his age?’

‘Well, I…I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it.’

‘In that case, you’d better give it some serious thought.’

‘He won’t mind, will he?’

‘Mind? I think he’ll go mad. As you know, I’m not happy about it. What your dad will say, I dread to think.’

‘I won’t tell him,’ Desiree said. ‘Will you promise not to say anything to him?’

‘Desiree, I won’t lie to him. Besides, what will he think if you keep going out? You’re bound to see Tony in the garden and…’

‘It’ll be all right. Once dad realises that I’m in love, he’ll understand.’

‘He might understand if you were in love with someone of your own age. But, a man of twenty-seven? Tony is almost as old as me.’

‘I hadn’t looked at it that way.’

‘That’s the way your dad will see it. His daughter’s boyfriend is almost as old as his wife.’

‘So, what shall I do?’

‘Ideally, finish it now.’

‘I can’t, Mum. Why don’t you talk to Dad? Explain that…’

‘Explain what? There’s nothing I can say, Desiree. Tony is eleven years your senior. Nothing’s going to change that. Even if it was possible to keep it secret, your dad would notice the change in you. When he left, you wore baggy jeans and tops and didn’t bother about make-up. Now, you wear miniskirts, you have a thong, you’re always doing yourself up…And you’re always going out. You’ve only just this minute got in, and you’re rushing round to Tony’s house.’

‘I know, but I haven’t seen him for a week.’

‘Desiree, you were round there every five minutes before he went away. You either finish with Tony, or lie to your father. And lying won’t work.’

‘I’ll be back in a while,’ the girl said, ambling across the lawn to the bushes.

‘You’d better give it some thought.’

‘Yes, I will.’

Praying that, at last, she was beginning to make her daughter see sense, Belinda decided to keep on about her father and what his reaction would be. The problem was that Desiree was growing up fast. She might not listen to her father any more. If she rebelled…Realising that the girl could move in with Tony, Belinda held her hand to her mouth. What was to stop her? she wondered. She was old enough to leave home. Dreading the idea, she wondered what the girl was up to next door. Had she seen Tony’s sex den? Was she handcuffed to the wooden frame with Tony’s cock embedded deep within her bottom hole?

‘You have a lovely bum,’ Tony praised Desiree, kneeling behind her as she pulled her short skirt up and leaned over the back of the armchair. ‘I’ve really missed you.’

‘And I’ve missed you.’ She sighed as he pulled her panties down to her thighs and parted the firm orbs of her naked buttocks.

‘I’ve missed your sweet bum,’ he said with a chuckle, licking the sensitive tissue surrounding her anal hole. ‘Mmm, you taste heavenly.’

Worrying about her father as Tony drove a finger deep into the dank heat of her rectum, Desiree knew that her mother was right. He’d never understand, let alone accept that his daughter was seeing a man of 27. But, what could she do? It would be impossible to leave Tony. Living next door, she’d see him in his garden and…No, she could never leave him.

‘That hurts,’ Desiree complained as Tony forced a second finger into her tight bottom hole. ‘I thought that we were going to make love?’

‘We are,’ he said, biting on the firm flesh of her naked buttock. ‘I want to love your bum first.’

Grimacing as Tony twisted his fingers, painfully stretching the delicate walls of her rectal duct, she again wondered about his intentions. Was this love? she mused anxiously. She’d not seen Tony for a week, and all he wanted to do was lick and finger her bottom hole. There’d been no passionate kiss, no embrace…
I want to love your bum first
. Desiree instinctively knew that this wasn’t right as she felt Tony’s tongue sweeping over the stretched tissue of her anus, licking around his fingers.

Slipping his free hand between her parted thighs and burying more fingers in the wet sheath of her vagina, he repeatedly thrust deep into her hot sex holes. Her young body rocked with the crude violation of her rectum and vagina and she again pondered on her father’s reaction to her falling in love with an older man. Her mother was right, he’d go mad. But, if this was true love…Was Tony in love? she reflected. He’d been to Spain and obviously had not thought about bringing her a little present. A small trinket from a market would have been nice. Anything, just to show that she was in his thoughts while he was away.

Slipping his sticky fingers out of her rectal duct, he pushed his tongue deep into her bottom hole. She could feel his lips locked to her brown ring as he licked inside her. Did he like the taste? she mused, again wishing that they’d gone up to his bed and made love properly. To have cuddled up to him in his bed, their naked bodies entwined…Tony obviously wasn’t the warm and loving type, she thought sadly. Not once had they been out for a walk, held hands and wandered through the park, enjoyed a coffee in town…

‘You taste great,’ he said, his fingers squelching her vaginal juices. He tongued her hot rectum. ‘There’s nothing I like more than tongue-fucking a young girl’s arse.’

How many girls had he done this to? she wondered. Was he a virgin?
There’s nothing I like more than tongue-fucking a young girl’s arse
. Dripping with confusion, Desiree didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Tony any more. It seemed that he only wanted her for sex – for crude, cold sex. Perhaps this was his way of showing his love for her? she pondered. Some couples walked in the countryside holding hands, embracing, kissing and making love beneath the summer sun. Tony wanted Desiree over the back of an armchair with his tongue embedded in the hot depths of her rectal canal.

‘Tony, you do love me, don’t you?’ she asked as he yanked his pussy-wet fingers out of her vagina and stood behind her.

‘You know I do,’ he replied, matter-of-factly.

‘You haven’t told me about Spain.’

‘There’s nothing to tell. Too bloody hot, too much booze and the beaches littered with half-naked girls.’

‘What did you do in the evenings?’

‘Went to nightclubs. What else is there to do in Spain? Right, you wanted me to make love to you. Are you ready?’

‘Can’t we go up to your bedroom?’

‘I want you here, over the armchair.’

Desiree felt the bulbous globe of his cock slipping between the engorged petals of her inner lips. She let out a rush of breath as he rammed the entire length of his solid penis deep into her teenage body. Her hair cascading over her face, her head resting on the armchair cushion, she listened to the slapping of his lower belly meeting her naked buttocks with every thrust of his huge cock. No embracing, no kissing. Just cold, loveless – as Tony would put it – fucking.

‘No,’ she cried as he slipped his juice-dripping cock out of her tight vagina and pressed his bulbous knob hard against her anal ring. ‘Tony, please…’

‘There’s nothing like an arse-fucking.’ He chortled, managing to force his purple crown past her defeated anal sphincter muscles.

‘No, I…I don’t want you to do that,’ she whimpered.

‘We’re learning together, remember? Two virgins discovering sex together.’

‘Yes, but…’

‘This is the closest two people can be. The closest, most intimate loving two people can share.’