Lust Call (13 page)

‘And sex?' I asked him.

‘Well, yes. Why mention that?'

‘I just wondered whether you still wanted me.'

‘Of course I do, love. Look, I'd better get on here. I'll ring again this evening.'

‘Yes, OK. Bye.'

‘Bye, love.'

Replacing the receiver, I let out a sigh of relief. Another day or two? I had time to trap my blackmailer and . . . and, what? I'd cross that bridge once I knew who the man was, I decided. As the front doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. God, I thought, spying Derek through the net curtains. That was all I needed. Deciding to let him in, I checked my hair in the hall mirror. I looked tired and haggard. I hadn't eaten properly or . . . The bell rang out again. I finally opened the door.

‘A bikini?' Derek said, looking me up and down. ‘I say, you really are a . . .'

‘What can I do for you, Derek?' I asked him, immediately wishing I'd rephrased the question.

‘Well, I can think of several things,' he quipped. ‘Actually, I was wondering whether you needed some company for a while? I came round yesterday but you must have been out. In fact, I've been round several times but . . .'

‘Dave will be home before long and I have things to do,' I cut in.

‘You can spare an old man half an hour, surely?'

‘Actually, I want to ask you something,' I said, opening the door fully. ‘Come through to the lounge.'

‘Now you're talking,' he said excitedly, closing the door and following me. ‘So, what can I do for you?'

‘You're always spying out of your bedroom window. Have you seen anyone hanging around in the street?'

‘No, I can't say that I have. Why do you ask?'

‘Someone's been hanging around in the alleyway at the end of my garden. I just wondered whether you've noticed anything.'

‘Obviously, I can't see the alley from my place. But, now that you mention it . . .'

‘Go on.'

‘What do I get in return for classified information?'

‘Nothing, Derek. Just tell me.'

‘Oh, OK. It was worth a try.'

‘Tell me, for goodness sake.'

‘I've seen . . . What's his name? The man next door to you.'

‘Barry?'

‘No, the other side.'

‘Oh, you mean Rob?'

‘Rob, that's it. There's an alley running alongside his drive. It leads to the back alley and from there you can cut through to the park. I used to walk the dog there when . . .'

‘What have you seen, Derek?'

‘I've seen him coming and going.'

‘Coming and going?'

‘He wanders down the alley, then he comes back again and then he . . .'

‘Really?'

‘I assumed that he must be doing something in the back alley such as trimming a hedge or whatever.'

‘That's interesting,' I breathed. ‘That's very interesting, Derek. Thank you.'

‘The pleasure is all mine. Well, it would be if you allowed me to . . .'

‘No, Derek. What we did was a one-off. It was a mistake, OK?'

‘So, you don't want to know about the other man who . . . I'd better not say anything.'

‘Go on, Derek.'

‘I forget what I was going to say. It's old age, Sarah. Mind you, a taste of pussy juice does wonders for the memory.'

‘I've already said, no.'

‘In that case, I'd better be going. If I do remember anything, I'll let you know.'

‘Derek, tell me now.'

‘I can't remember, Sarah. Honestly.'

‘You are a bastard,' I said with a giggle, feeling a lot easier.

‘Yes, you're right there.'

‘Tell me what you know, and then I'll allow you a quick taste.'

‘Actually, I don't know anything. I was trying it on. But, as I said, Rob has been coming and going. What's this all about?'

‘Someone's been hanging around in the alleyway out back. I don't know who it is or what they want.'

‘Sorry I can't be of more help. Do I still get a taste?'

‘Go on, then,' I sighed, pulling the front of my bikini down. ‘I suppose you've earned it.'

‘I say,' he gasped. ‘You've shaved.'

As he knelt before me and ran his tongue up and down my hairless pussy crack, I felt my womb contract. I'd vowed to put an end to this, I reflected as he parted the fleshy swell of my outer lips and pushed his tongue into the wet heat of my vaginal hole. But, once again, I couldn't help myself. My clitoris responded, swelling and calling for attention. My juices of desire flowed and I knew that I could never deny myself the pleasure of another man's tongue. Or another man's cock, I mused dreamily.

There was something wrong with my thinking. I was being blackmailed, I was having sex with Barry,
I'd sucked a man's cock through a hole in the fence, and I was now allowing Derek to lick me. I should have been wracked with worry over the blackmailer and the photographs, not enjoying sex with Derek. What the hell was I going to do when Dave got home? Wait until he'd gone to work before inviting the neighbours in for crude sex? If I wasn't careful, I'd become known as the local whore.

‘That's enough, Derek,' I sighed, moving back and tugging my bikini up.

‘Don't you like it?' he asked me.

‘Yes, no . . . Of course I like it. It's just that I have things on my mind at the moment. Dave will be back soon and I have things to do.'

‘Oh, fair enough.'

I felt sorry for him as he licked his pussy-wet lips and focused on my bikini-clad body. I shouldn't have allowed him a taste, I shouldn't have teased him. He was an old pervert, but I was beginning to like him. He was open about sex, he'd freely admitted that he gazed at teenage girls, he had no qualms about screwing me behind his wife's back . . . Were we two of a kind? I enjoyed his attention, his lewd comments. He was a dirty old man, and I liked that.

‘OK, here's the deal,' he said. ‘Give me a quick blowjob, and I'll keep an eye on the alleyway.'

‘You can't see the alley from your house,' I returned. ‘That's not much of a deal.'

‘I could hide in the alley and keep watch.'

‘Derek, you can't hide in the alley all day every day.'

‘You say someone's been hanging around?'

‘Yes, that's right. I think they've been looking into people's back gardens.'

‘A would-be burglar, I reckon. Casing the joint, if you see what I mean?'

‘I don't know, maybe.'

‘I can take a look out back now and then, and keep my eye on the street.'

‘OK, that would put my mind at rest.'

‘Do I get a blowjob?'

‘Yes,' I sighed. ‘Just a quick one.'

Kneeling at his feet as he unzipped his trousers, I couldn't believe what I was doing. Was I sex-crazed, I pondered as I grabbed his stiffening cock and retracted his fleshy foreskin. I'd asked Dave to make love with me before he'd left, and I'd thought that I'd have to wait until he returned before enjoying his solid cock. Little did I know that I was going to have cock after cock fuck my mouth and my cunt while he was away. Taking Derek's purple plum into my hot mouth, I sucked gently as he towered above me and gasped. What had happened to me? I was thirsty for spunk, desperate for the taste of fresh spunk. I was obviously a nymphomaniac.

Cupping Derek's heavy balls as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, I wanked his rock-hard shaft with my free hand and gobbled on his beautiful knob. If his wife knew what he was up to, she'd go mad, I mused, savouring the taste of his salty plum. If Dave knew what I'd got up to while he was away . . . The only problem I had was the photographs. I could quash rumours if anyone started blabbing about me. But there was no way I could deny the photographic evidence of my debauchery.

Pondering on Rob, the man next door, I reckoned that he could be the culprit. He was in his forties and lived with his teenage daughter. It was supposed to be a secret, but I knew that his wife had run off and left him. He had access to the alleyway, he could see my front garden from his window, he could probably spy through the bushes into my back garden . . . And he
didn't have a woman. He kept himself to himself, only chatting briefly if I happened to see him in the street. Wondering why I'd not suspected him before, I decided to take a good look at the fence and bushes dividing our gardens. He could well be my man. But, first, I had Derek to deal with.

Fondling his rolling balls, I wanked his cock faster and snaked my tongue around the velveteen surface of his bulbous knob. Breathing heavily, he clung to my head as he swayed on his legs and neared his orgasm. I imagined Dave walking in and witnessing my adulterous act and, for the first time in my marriage, I seriously wondered what it would be like to live alone. Probing Derek's knob slit with the tip of my tongue, kneading his full balls, I pondered on the freedom I'd enjoy without Dave.

The blackmail threats would be meaningless, I mused as Derek began to shake uncontrollably. I could do what I liked with any man I wanted, and no one could interfere or cause me problems. The local whore, I mused, imagining husbands flocking to my house for crude sex. Would they pay me for my services? Could I survive as a prostitute? God, what the hell was I thinking?

Derek gasped as his fresh spunk jetted from his throbbing knob and bathed my snaking tongue. I allowed my cheeks to fill with his cream, savouring the heady taste of his orgasmic milk before swallowing hard. Hooked on adultery, I loved the excitement and the . . . the danger? Gobbling and sucking on his cock in my frenzied thirst for sperm, I knew that I had to deal with the blackmailer once and for all. There was no way I could survive without Dave's money. I had to put an end to this nightmare, and quickly.

Sucking the remnants of Derek's creamy offering from his beautiful knob, I felt my clitoris swell and
my sex juices seep between the engorged wings of my inner lips. I needed sex, I thought dreamily as my young womb contracted. I needed to feel a hard cock driving deep into my yearning cunt, sperm bathing my ripe cervix. Maybe I should masturbate with the fork handle, I thought in my rising wickedness. Derek would take a while to recover, but I had Barry at my beck and call. Before I did anything sexual, I had to check Rob's garden.

‘God, Sarah,' Derek breathed shakily as I slipped his deflating knob out of my spermed mouth. ‘You really are amazing.'

‘Thank you,' I said, rising to my feet and smiling at him.

‘You know exactly how to please a man.' Pulling his trousers up and buckling his belt, he thrust his hand into his pocket. ‘Here, take this,' he said, passing me a twenty-pound note. ‘Buy yourself a little present.'

‘I can't take money in return for . . .' I began.

‘It's in return for nothing. Just buy yourself a little something.'

‘Well, that's very nice of you. I'm not a prostitute, Derek.'

‘I know that,' he said with a chuckle. ‘But you are my favourite little girl. Right, I'm on a mission.'

‘A mission?'

‘The alleyway. I have to begin spying. I'll see myself out.'

‘OK, well, thanks again.'

‘Thank
you
, Sarah. I'll be seeing you again, won't I?'

‘I'm sure you will, Derek. I'm sure you will.'

As he left, I stuffed the money under the sofa cushion and headed for the garden. Although I'd sucked Derek's cock and swallowed his spunk, I no
longer felt guilty. A cock was a cock, I mused, walking slowly down the garden. Stopping every three feet and peering into the bushes, I finally came across a gap in the wooden fencing. Rob could have easily crawled through the hole and slipped into my garden. He had to be the culprit. But, how the hell had he got my email address? Had he crept into the dining room and checked my computer? That was one explanation, I thought. And a damned good explanation.

Although I was only wearing my bikini, I went down on my hands and knees and pushed my head into the bushes. Moving further into the thick foliage, the rough leaves scratching my shoulders, I finally peered into Rob's garden. Rachel was sunning herself in her bikini on the patio, but there was no sign of her father. Eyeing the girl's curvaceous young body, I held my breath as Rob came out of the house with two glasses of orange juice. Passing one to his daughter, he spoke to her but I couldn't hear what he'd said.

‘What are you doing?' Barry called. ‘What a lovely view of your bum.'

Backing out of the bushes, I leapt to my feet and went over to the fence. ‘Spying on the neighbours,' I whispered, brushing leaves off my bikini top.

‘Do you suspect Rob?'

‘I suspect everyone, Barry.'

‘Has anything else happened? Emails, photographs or . . .'

‘Nothing's happened. But I have to find out who took that photograph. If Dave sees it . . .'

‘All hell will be let loose,' he cut in. ‘And if Jilly sees it, I dread to think what will happen. I've been thinking this over. I can't see that this man would dare to show the picture to anyone. I mean, what
would he have to gain? It's not as if he's blackmailing you, is it? As you said, nothing's happened. If he'd contacted you and made his demands, then you'd really have something to worry about.'

‘I know,' I breathed abstractedly, wondering whether to tell him the truth.

‘He hasn't contacted me, either. I don't think we have anything to worry about.'

‘It's just the thought of knowing that he has the photo,' I sighed. ‘At some time in the future, he might demand something. Anyway, your face isn't in the shot. You have nothing to worry about, do you?'

‘That's true. If Jilly did get to see it, I could blag my way out of trouble. She might believe that it's me in the photo, but there'd be no definite proof. So, there's only the one picture? He's not sent any more?'