Dangerous Desires Read Online Free PDF Page A

as she fancied Dave, she’d never have deliberately displayed her naked body to him. She was behaving like a common tart, she knew as her gown opened wider. Was it coincidence that Dave had phoned and asked to come round? He’d said that he’d heard the girl’s voice again. This was no coincidence, she knew as he reached out and held her hand. Standing before him with her pubic curls on display, she felt her stomach somersault as he gazed longingly at the creamy-wet valley of her pussy slit.
     
    Annabelle wanted sex with him, but not if he’d been influenced by some unseen force.
    This wasn’t natural, she reflected as he leaned forward and kissed the smooth flesh of her lower stomach. His fingertip slipping between the wet petals of her inner labia, he massaged the pink flesh surrounding the creamy entrance to her hot sex sheath. Breathing deeply, Annabelle looked down at the elongating teats of her brown nipples, her darkening areolae. She needed this, she knew as she felt her clitoris swell. She needed sex, sex with a man.
     
    “Finger my cunt,” she breathed, horrified by her crudity. His finger driving into the hugging sheath of her vagina, he massaged her G-spot as she towered above him gasping in her soaring arousal. Wasting no time, his tongue delving into the top of her moist sex valley, snaking around the bud of her erect clitoris, he sucked hard on her pleasure spot. Annabelle felt her legs sagging, her womb contracting, as her juices of arousal streamed from the gaping entrance to her tight vagina. Masturbating was all very well, she mused in her sexual delirium. But there was no substitute for the feel of a man’s finger inside the wet shaft of her burning pussy, a man’s tongue licking the sensitive tip of her solid clitoris.
     
    26
    Her juices of desire streaming down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, she shuddered and breathed heavily as her pleasure heightened. No one had touched her there since she’d left her husband, no one had massaged the inner flesh of her yearning vagina, payed intimate attention to her hungry clitoris. Her areolae darkening, her sensitive milk teats stiffening, pictures loomed in her racked mind again. A huge penis was hovering over her face, white sperm jetting from the knob-slit and rained over her mouth, her cheeks, her hair. Was this a dream?
     
    “Turn round,” Dave ordered her, his finger sliding out of her well-juiced pussy hole.
    “Take your gown off and turn round.” Complying, Annabelle frowned as he ordered her to stand with her feet wide apart and bend over. “You want to be used and abused?” he murmured, his thumbs parting the firm cheeks of her naked bottom as she touched her toes. “Then you’ve called on the right man.”
     
    Called on the right man ? Pondering on his words as she felt his wet tongue snaking over the firm globes of her bottom, Annabelle realized that she had called on him to use and abuse her. The ritual had worked, she was sure as his tongue ran up and down the length of her anal valley, wetting the sensitive brown tissue surrounding her tightly-closed anus. No man had ever touched her bottom-hole, let alone lick her there, and she wondered why she wasn’t protesting.
    The crude act sending electrifying ripples of pleasure deep into her pelvis, she couldn’t understand why she was allowing a man she hardly knew to commit such a debased sexual act on her young body.
     
    “You taste good,” he breathed, his wet tongue sweeping over the puckered flesh of her anal eye. “Part your feet further. I want to push my tongue deep into your arse and taste you.”
     
    27
     
    Obliging, Annabelle parted her feet and pushed her buttocks out, the once-secret inlet to her rectal duct opening wide. She could feel her buttocks parting further, her most private hole dilating as his tongue entered her and licked the dank walls of her anal canal. This was debased in the extreme, she reflected, the blood rushing to her head as her