Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  ‘One hundred, please. If you want Katie, that is.’

  ‘And if I don’t?’

  ‘Then you’ll never enjoy a teenage girl again. I have all Hayley’s photographs, and I’ll take yours before I leave. The game is over, vicar.’

  Alison lifted her short skirt and pulled down the front of her tight knickers. ‘Don’t you want this, vicar?’ she said with a giggle as he gazed at the hairless lips of her tempting young pussy.

  ‘Yes, but—’

  ‘One hundred is cheap, vicar,’ Anne cut in. ‘Think yourself lucky.’

  ‘You do realise that Hayley will go mad when she finds out about this? She’s been running the business for two years and …’

  ‘And now I’m running it.’

  ‘Brian won’t be at all happy.’

  ‘Brian will have to pay for sex, just like the rest of the clients.’

  Turning to Katie, Anne smiled. ‘You don’t have to work for me,’ she said. ‘You can leave, if you want to.’

  ‘I’ll stay,’ the girl replied, parting her slender thighs.

  ‘Good girl. OK, are the rest of you happy about working for me?’

  ‘We’re all happy,’ Alison said. ‘We’ve talked about your idea, and we’re all happy.’

  Turning to the vicar, Anne waved her hand over Katie’s naked body. ‘She’s all yours,’ she said. ‘I want to use you as a guinea pig, so I won’t charge you this time.’

  ‘That’s very good of you,’ the priest murmured sarcastically.

  ‘In future, you’ll pay the same as the other clients.’

  The girls crowded round as the vicar slipped his cassock off and displayed his erect penis to their wide eyes. Anne gazed at the girls and smiled as the vicar slipped his purple knob between the firm lips of Katie’s pussy. The young women were fresh and extremely attractive, she mused happily. The girls she hadn’t been able to contact would no doubt be pleased to join her in her new business venture, she was sure as she watched the vicar’s solid cock drive deep into Katie’s tight vagina.

  Taking the photographs of Katie from the desk drawer, Anne tore them into small pieces and dropped them into the waste-paper basket. Things were working out well, she thought as the vicar repeatedly drove his solid knob deep into Katie’s teenage pussy. But she still had Hayley to contend with. Her thoughts turned to Dave and she wondered what his involvement was. How long had he been working with Hayley?

  Deciding to teach the girls a thing or two about sex, Anne ordered the vicar to slow his thrusting rhythm. Smiling as his cock glided slowly in and out of Katie’s tight vagina, she leaned over and licked his pussy-wet shaft. Katie’s milk tasted wonderful, she thought as the girls watched her. Stretching the girl’s swollen love lips wide apart and sweeping her tongue over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris, she knew that she wasn’t far away from her climax.

  ‘OK, watch and learn,’ Anne said to her eager audience. Resting her head on Katie’s smooth stomach with her pretty mouth just above the girl’s sex crack, she looked up at the vicar. ‘I know that some of you will have experience, but watch me anyway.’

  ‘What’s going on?’ the vicar asked her, stilling his solid cock deep within the girl’s wet sex sheath.

  ‘One thrust into her pussy and then one into my mouth,’ Anne told him. ‘Pussy, mouth, pussy, mouth … Got it?’

  ‘No problem,’ he replied.’

  Opening her mouth wide, Anne tasted Katie’s sex milk each time the vicar slipped his cock out of her pussy and drove his purple knob into Anne’s waiting mouth. The girls moved closer and watched the alternate thrusting: mouth, pussy, mouth, pussy. Finally standing upright, Anne ordered a pretty little blonde to take her place. The vicar was doing well for the money, she thought as the girl opened her mouth and repeatedly sucked on the man’s vagina-wet knob. The other girls jostled each other, desperate for their turn as the vicar gasped.

  ‘Have you all tasted spunk?’ Anne asked them.

  ‘I haven’t,’ a dark-haired beauty said.

  ‘OK, you go last and the vicar will come in your mouth.’

  As each girl took her turn to suck Katie’s sex juices from the man’s bulbous knob, Anne reckoned that she was going to earn a lot of money from her employees. She’d have to teach them the fine art of lesbian sex, she thought as the vicar neared his orgasm. There’d be clients who would pay to watch two teenage girls licking each other’s clitorises to orgasm. She’d have to buy school uniforms, nurses’ outfits, leather and latex gear … She’d need handcuffs and whips for her fetish clients, she thought, ordering the last girl to take her position as the vicar said that he could hold back no longer.

  Watching the vicar’s huge cock slip out of Katie’s tight vagina and drive into the dark-haired girl’s mouth, Anne grinned as he reached his orgasm and his spunk jetted from his swollen knob. Between each vaginal and oral thrust, his jism rained over the girl’s hair and splattered her pretty face. She could hear the girl swallowing every time the vicar’s knob left Katie’s vagina and drove into her mouth. She was leaning how to please a man, Anne reflected. All the girls were learning, and they’d soon be well practised in the art of committing crude sexual acts.

  The vicar staggered back as his cock deflated, leaving spunk oozing from Katie’s inflamed sex sheath and dribbling down the other girl’s cheek. Time for a lesson in lesbian sex, Anne decided, ordering one of the girls to lap up the spunk flowing from Katie’s hot pussy. Again, the girls lined up, eagerly awaiting their turn to suck the vicar’s spunk from Katie’s vaginal duct. Anne gazed at the priest as the first girl knelt on the floor and pressed her pretty mouth into Katie’s open sex valley. His cock stiffened and she hoped that he’d be able to penetrate each girl before the lesson was over.

  Anne dashed out of the office and closed the door behind her as she heard someone in the church. She stared at her sister as the girl walked down the aisle. This was it, she thought anxiously. The confrontation was about to take place. Hayley didn’t look at all happy as Anne stood in front of her and smiled. She’d have discovered that her computer had been wrecked, and …

  ‘What the hell is going on?’ Hayley breathed, glaring at Anne. ‘Who’s in the office with the vicar?’

  ‘My girls,’ Anne replied.

  ‘Your girls? What the hell are you talking about?’

  ‘The girls on your list of victims are now working for me. There’ll be no more threats, no blackmail …’

  ‘Now you listen to me, young lady,’ Hayley hissed. ‘Or, I should say, young slut. I’ve worked hard over the past two years to build up—’

  ‘It’s over, Hayley,’ Anne cut in. ‘The things you’ve done are despicable. Conning those young girls into thinking that they’ll be models, taking photos of them and selling them to the vicar so that he can blackmail them into having sex with him …’

  ‘You have been doing your homework, haven’t you?’

  ‘I know everything, Hayley. You conned me, used me and—’

  ‘You’re an interfering little bitch. The first thing you’re going to do is give me the five thousand pounds. Then you’re going to give me the list of names and addresses you stole from me, and the photographs. Now get yourself home and I’ll deal with the girls.’

  ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

  ‘OK, on your head be it.’

  Watching as Hayley marched into the office and yelled at the girls, Anne couldn’t believe that this was her sister. She’d turned out to be a right little bitch. But without the photographs to blackmail the girls with, there was little that she or the vicar could do. Hayley had always been stubborn, she reflected. She’d never give in, Anne knew as someone walked into the church. Turning, she stared as Brian and Alan walked down the aisle.

  ‘What are you two doing here?’ she asked them as they stood in front of her.

  ‘Hayley called us,’ Alan said. ‘Apparently she needs some help.’

  ‘Oh, I get it,’ Anne sighed. ‘You’re all in on
this. You, Brian, Dave …’

  ‘You should never have interfered, Anne,’ Brian said, shaking his head. ‘Things were fine until you—’

  ‘Get her over the altar,’ Hayley bellowed as she left the office with the girls in tow. ‘Strip her, and tie her over the altar. You’re going to give me the photographs, Anne,’ she hissed. ‘And the money.’

  Anne could do nothing to save herself as the men almost tore her clothes off. The vicar emerged from the office with several lengths of rope, and Anne knew that she was going to be subjected to a terrible sexual ordeal as he gazed longingly at her naked body. As Hayley grabbed a leather whip from beneath the altar and ordered one of the girls to lock the church doors, Anne wondered whether she should give the money and photographs back. Hayley had always won, she reflected dolefully as the vicar tied her hands behind her back. It had been futile to believe that she could beat her sister. Pushed over the altar, her feet parted wide, Anne grimaced as fingers ran over the firm flesh of her naked buttocks.

  ‘I’ve been training the girls,’ Hayley said. ‘I’ve been training them to work for me as prostitutes, and you’ve tried to push me aside and take my place.’

  ‘Go to hell,’ Anne spat.

  ‘Alan, don’t stroke her arse,’ Hayley shouted, passing the man the leather whip. ‘Thrash her until she promises to give me the money and the photographs.’

  Yelping like a dog as the first lash of the whip jolted her naked body, Anne was determined not to give in to her sister’s demands. Again, the leather tails flailed her tensed buttocks, leaving thin weals fanning out across her pale flesh. She’d enjoyed being spanked and thrashed in the past, but this was a gruelling, merciless thrashing, and she wasn’t sure that she could endure it. The leather tails swiping again the crimsoned flesh of her naked buttocks, she cried out as the pain permeated her young bottom.

  Anne’s young buttocks stung like hell and she was about to concede defeat when the thrashing stopped. She dared not turn her head to see what was going on as she heard movements behind her. Hayley ordered Alan to continue with the thrashing, but he did nothing. There was obviously some sort of altercation going on, Anne thought as Hayley again ordered Alan to thrash her sister. Finally lifting her head off the altar, Anne frowned as she saw Brian holding Hayley’s arms behind her back while Alan tore her skirt and blouse away from her trembling body.

  ‘You’ll pay for this,’ Hayley hissed as the vicar tied her hands behind her back.

  ‘You’ve gone too far,’ Brian said, forcing her naked body over the altar as Anne moved aside. ‘You’ve cheated us out of money, you’ve threatened to show my wife the photos of me and—’

  ‘Unless you let me go, I’ll …’ Hayley began futilely.

  ‘You’ll what?’ Anne asked her as one of the girls untied her hands. ‘The girls want to work for me. You’re finished.’

  ‘Is that right?’ Alan asked the flock of girls.

  ‘Yes,’ the blonde replied. ‘We all want to work for Anne.’

  ‘You little bitches will pay for this,’ Hayley screamed. ‘I’ll tell your parents and—’

  The first lash of the leather tails cut Hayley’s words short and she struggled to break free but the vicar pinned her down over the altar. This was revenge, Anne thought happily as Alan again lashed the unblemished flesh of her sister’s naked buttocks. Grabbing her clothes and dressing, she couldn’t believe that, after all these years, she’d finally beaten Hayley. But what would happen once they were at home together? Would Hayley submit and allow Anne to run the business? Grabbing a huge candle from the altar and passing it to the vicar, Anne knew that the girls were on her side as they giggled.

  ‘Do you submit?’ she asked Hayley as Alan halted the gruelling thrashing.

  ‘Never,’ Hayley spat.

  ‘The candle, vicar. Force it right up her arse and we’ll see whether she changes her mind.’

  ‘My pleasure,’ the vicar replied with a wicked chuckle.

  Two of the girls held Hayley’s fire-red buttocks wide apart as the vicar knelt on the floor behind her. Pushing the rounded end of the candle hard against the tight anal ring, he ignored Hayley’s threats as he managed to force the wax phallus into her hot rectal duct. The girls gasped as the candle drove deeper into her trembling body until no more than an inch protruded from her stretched anal hole. That’s teaching the bitch, Anne thought, ordering Brian to ram his cock into her pussy and fuck her.

  Hayley’s threats echoed around the church as Alan’s cock forced its way deep into the restricted sheath of her vagina. Again and again she screamed her threats, until Brian clambered onto the altar and pushed his swollen knob into her pretty mouth. The church fell quiet, apart from the squelching sounds of sex and naked flesh slapping naked flesh, and Anne knew that the girl was going to submit before long. Without the men on her side, without the flock of teenage girls, Hayley would be alone. And there’d be nothing that she could do about the situation.

  The girls were learning fast, Anne thought as the dark-haired beauty settled between Hayley’s parted feet and licked Alan’s thrusting cock shaft. A girl worked the huge candle in and out of Hayley’s tight bottom-hole and another held her head up, forcing her to take Brian’s bulbous knob deep into her throat. The vicar then joined Brian on the altar and forced his prick into Hayley’s bloated mouth alongside Alan’s, and Anne took several photographs of her sister’s wanton whoredom.

  Brian gasped as his spunk gushed from his throbbing cock and flooded Hayley’s gobbling mouth, and Alan let out a low moan of pleasure as he filled the girl’s tight vagina with orgasmic milk. Well and truly fucked, Anne thought happily as her sister writhed on the altar. In more ways than one. This was the girl’s comeuppance, but Anne was still worried about her sister’s reaction once they were at home together. There again, what could she do?

  Alan finally pulled his deflating cock out of Hayley’s spunked vagina and the vicar took his place. Ramming his rock-hard member deep into the girl’s inflamed vaginal sheath, he grabbed her hips and began his fucking motions as Brian slipped his knob out of her sperm-bubbling mouth. The girls giggled as Hayley struggled and moaned through her nose, but Anne was more interested in the knocking that was sounding on the church doors. She walked up the aisle and opened the doors an inch or so to find herself gazing at Dave. What the hell was he doing there? she wondered. Was he looking for Hayley?

  ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked her.

  ‘Dealing with a monster,’ Anne returned. ‘What do you want?’

  ‘I came to see the vicar.’

  ‘Yes, and I know why. You’re working with him and Hayley, aren’t you?’

  ‘I’m not working with anyone. I just wanted to—’

  ‘Pretend to be Hayley’s agent and con young girls?’

  ‘What’s that got to do with anything? That was a joke.’

  ‘Some joke, Dave.’

  ‘Hayley was playing a joke on a girl and I helped her. Are you going to open the doors or not?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Anne, all I want to do is talk to the vicar about marrying Hayley.’

  ‘You want to marry her?’

  ‘I asked her and she said yes. You lied to me about her being pregnant and—’

  ‘I was trying to save you, Dave. I was trying to …’

  ‘Trying to split us up, more like. That was a terrible thing to do, Anne.’

  ‘You’d better come and see what your future wife gets up to behind your back,’ Anne said, opening the doors wide. ‘You won’t like it, but you have to know.’

  Locking the door behind her and following Dave down the aisle, Anne grinned as he stared in disbelief at Hayley. The vicar was sliding his solid cock in and out of the girl’s sperm-flooded vagina and Alan’s cock was pushed into her mouth. Dave stood motionless and gazed at the lewd spectacle. That was the end of his marriage plans, Anne was sure as one of the girls worked the huge candle in and out of Hayley’s tight bottom-hole. Hoping tha
t Dave would want to retaliate by whipping Hayley’s crimsoned buttocks, Anne took his hand and walked him closer to the altar. He turned and gazed at her, his expression conveying his anger as he forced a smile.

  ‘That’s what Hayley is like,’ Anne said. ‘She’s a common whore.’

  ‘She said that she’d marry me,’ Dave sighed. ‘She told me that she was in love with me and—’

  ‘She doesn’t know what love is,’ Anne cut in.

  ‘I came here to talk to the vicar about marriage and … I should have listened to Jack.’

  ‘You know Jack?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘What did he say?’

  ‘He wanted to marry Hayley but he caught her screwing around. He’s moving out of his rented cottage and going back to London. I thought that Hayley and I would rent the place but … well, that’s off now.’

  ‘Are you really sad?’ Anne asked him as the men pumped their spunk into Hayley’s writhing body.

  ‘It was you I wanted all along,’ Dave said, watching the vicar repeatedly ram his orgasming knob deep into Hayley’s tight vagina. ‘Dee is fun but she prefers to be with Angela and …’

  ‘You mean that you wanted me more than you did Hayley?’

  ‘Yes. You’re more fun, you’re more attractive … I wanted you more than anyone else.’

  ‘You’ve made my day,’ Anne trilled as the vicar pulled his deflating cock out of her sister’s sperm-bubbling vaginal duct.

  ‘Hayley cheated on Rick, she treated Robin despicably, she’s conned me …’

  ‘Give her a good fucking,’ Anne suggested eagerly as the vicar moved aside. ‘Go on, Dave, fuck her rotten.’

  Unzipping his trousers, Dave moved behind the girl and ran his purple knob up and down her sperm-dripping sex slit. The girls cheered as he drove the entire length of his solid cock deep into her vaginal sheath, impaling her completely on his huge weapon. Hayley turned her head and stared at Dave as Alan yanked his spent cock out of her mouth. She looked stunned, and extremely guilty, as their stares met. Anne grinned triumphantly at Hayley as Dave fucked her. She’d beaten her sister at long last, she thought.