Free Dangerous Desires by Ray Gordon

“Who was it? Who was the girl?”
    “Louise’s friend, Alison.”
    “Her friend? Where was this?”
    “She came to the house to see Louise. She sucks me off whenever she gets a chance.”
    “Where do you go with her? I mean, do you go into the garden or ...”
    “There’s a secret hole in the bathroom wall. It’s a thin partition wall between the bedroom and the bathroom. I move the dressing table to one side and slip my cock through the hole. Alison goes into the bathroom and slides the full-length mirror to one side and sucks me off.”
     
    Taking his ripe plum into her wet mouth again, she ran her tongue around the rim of his helmet and pondered on his amazing revelation. If his wife found out about his adultery with a young girl ... Deciding to get to know the family, Annabelle was desperate to see the hole in the wall. Imagining the man’s cock slipping through the hole as she sucked and mouthed his twitching cock, she let out a low moan as her mouth flooded with sperm. Gasping, Ian clutched her head as his balls drained. Drinking from his orgasming knob, Annabelle knew that she could use the power to get anything she wanted. Sex, money ... Wondering whether to blackmail Ian as she repeatedly swallowed, she finally slipped his deflating glans out of her mouth and licked her lips.
     
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    “Go home now,” she ordered him as he zipped his jeans. “Forget about Louise, the way she was after coming here. And I want your wife to invite me round one evening.”
    “Yes,” he murmured, rising to his feet and walking to the door. “I’ll ask her about it now.”
    “And don’t say anything to Louise.”
    “No, I won’t.”
     
    As he left the house, Annabelle sat on the sofa and thought about the future. She had to harness the power, she mused. Wondering whether to place the black cloth beneath the armchair and slip the ivory symbols down the sides of the cushion, she realized that she’d not needed the candles to influence Ian. This was going to be very interesting, she thought, gazing at the armchair and imagining victim after victim sitting there. The chair of truth. The chair of sex .
     
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Chapter Four
    aving spent the day cleaning the house and setting up the armchair, Annabelle wondered H how to spend the evening. She needed a visitor to test the armchair, she mused, making sure that the ivory symbols were tucked well down the sides of the cushion. Having heard nothing from Dave for a while, she wondered whether to ring him and invite him over for a drink. Or Louise might like to call round for lesbian sex.
     
    “Hello,” she said, hoping that it was Dave as she answered the phone.
    “It’s me,” Brian murmured.
    “You’ve got a nerve phoning me,” Annabelle returned angrily. “What do you want?”
    “You’ve been to my place, haven’t you?”
    “What? Of course I haven’t.”
    “You came here and took some paperwork.”
    “Brian, I haven’t been anywhere near your bloody place. In fact, I can’t keep far enough away from it. Or you, for that matter.”
    “I know you’ve been here and taken some papers, and some money.”
     
    Hanging up, Annabelle couldn’t believe the man’s audacity. Fuming as the front doorbell rang, she knew that Brian wasn’t going to stop hounding her. He’s car had broken down, he’d lost his job ... But that wasn’t enough, she reflected. In his strange mental state, he’d never give up. He’d continually hound her, seek her out, cause problems and ... She was going to have to 64
    use the unseen power to do far more than cause him minor problems, she knew as she walked though the hall. Brian was going to have to be dealt with, once and for all.
     
    Answering the front door to Jane, Ian’s wife, Annabelle smiled as she scrutinised the woman. She was in her late thirties, not unattractive with her dark hair cut in a bob and her succulent red lips furling into a smile. Her mouth was large, Annabelle observed, her lips full and thick. Did she