Dark Desires

by Ray Gordon

  'Mind if I join you?' the grey-haired man asked, sitting beside Samantha.

  'No, not at all,' she replied. This wasn't the blackmailer, was it? 'It's a nice day for a walk in the park.'

  'Yes, yes, it is. I thought I'd get out of the house for a while and enjoy the sunshine. My wife's got a couple of friends round. I thought I'd be better off out of her way. I know it's a terrible line but, do you come here often?'

  'No, I don't,' Samantha replied abstractedly, scanning the park for her blackmailer.

  'Do you live far away?'

  'Er... just up the road.'

  'I'm sorry if I'm intruding. Perhaps I'd better leave you in peace.'

  'No, not at all. I've got a lot on my mind, that's all.'

  'A problem shared.'

  'I... I don't want to talk about it. I'm Sam, by the way.'

  'Rob,' he said, shaking her hand. 'Is it money? The problem, I mean.'

  'Er... no, no. It's not money.'

  'A relationship problem?' he persisted. 'I must admit that my wife and I don't get on at all well. We should never have married, I suppose. But we did, and now we're stuck with each other.'

  'You could always get divorced,' Samantha suggested.

  'It's too late for that,' he chuckled. 'We've been together too long to part company now. I must say it's quite refreshing, talking to a beautiful young girl like you. My wife and her old cronies... Ah, well. Not to worry. I take it that you're not married?'

  'What makes you think that?'

  'I don't know. You don't seem to be the type to marry young.'

  'You're right, Rob. I'm not married.'

  'I don't suppose you'd consider... No, of course you wouldn't.'

  'Consider what?' Samantha asked, having a pretty good idea of what he was about to say.

  'I just thought that we might meet again. Just for a chat, of course.'

  'Are you really that unhappy in your marriage?'

  'Yes, I suppose I am.'

  'That's terrible,' Samantha sighed. 'You should get out of the marriage if it's no good. I wouldn't stay in a relationship...'

  'I'm too old to start again, Sam.'

  'Never,' she chuckled. 'You're good-looking. You'd have no trouble finding someone.'

  'Would you like to go out for a meal one evening?'

  'Er... well...'

  'I can see that you don't want to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you.'

  'No, no, it's not that I don't want to. The truth is, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. Not a boyfriend. Far from it, in fact. It's someone who's demanding money from me.'

  'So, you do have money worries?'

  'No, no... He's trying to blackmail me. He knows something about me and... Oh, I don't know. It's a long story.'

  'So, where is he?'

  'He said he'd be here... Perhaps he's seen me with you and gone away.'

  'Oh. You should have said. Look, I'll go if—'

  'No, I want you to stay. I should never have agreed to meet this man. Even if I did give him money, he'd only come back for more.'

  'This thing he's got on you... Would it really matter if he told people about it?'

  'Actually, it's not to do with me. It's a friend of mine. This man knows that my friend is... It's all rather complicated.'

  'Tell me about it.'

  'My friend is in hiding. No, that doesn't sound right. She's starting a new life. She's going under a different name and trying to begin a new life. This man, whoever he is, knows about her old life and is threatening to tell her parents about her.'

  'Oh, I see,' Rob murmured, rubbing his chin. 'Well, I don't know what to suggest. Your friend could move away from the area.'

  'Yes, we'd thought of that. She's living with me at the moment, but... Anyway, we'll work something out.'

  'I like you, Sam,' he said, placing his hand on her knee. 'I'd like to get to know you.'

  'Yes, well...'

  'I have money.'

  'Money?'

  'I mean... This will sound terrible, but... I'd like to see you again and, if it takes money, then so be it.'

  'What are you getting at? You mean that you'd pay me to go out with you?'

  'It sounds awful, doesn't it?'

  'I don't know. But it does show how unhappy you are in your marriage.'

  'Marriage?' he chuckled. 'It's a farce. I haven't had sex for... You don't want to know about that.'

  'If it's sex you want...'

  'Yes?'

  'You're going to think me awful now,' Samantha sighed.

  'Go on.'

  'I am rather short of money. I suppose I could...'

  'I'm very desperate, Sam. God, that sounds terrible. You're so young, attractive...'

  'Come with me,' she said, leaving the bench. 'I'm pretty desperate too, so... Come with me.'

  Leading the man through the gap in the fence, Samantha knew that she shouldn't be doing this. But she felt sorry for him. Stuck in an unhappy marriage, no sex life... She also needed something to take her mind off her own problems. Sitting on the short grass, she lay back beneath the summer sun and spread her legs. He sat beside her, obviously wondering what to do as he gazed at the firm flesh of her inner thighs. Pulling her skirt up, exposing the tight material of her panties to his wide eyes, she smiled.

  'Well?' she said huskily. 'I'm all yours.'

  'Sam, I... I don't know what to say,' Rob breathed, running his fingertip up her inner thigh to the triangular patch of her moist panties.

  'You don't have to say anything, Rob. You're unhappy, lonely... I need something to relax me, take my mind off my worries...'

  'What about money?' he asked, pressing his fingertip into the soft swelling of her panties. 'How much do you want?'

  'Let's not talk about money. Let's not talk about anything.'

  'It's been years since I last—'

  'Then you'd better make up for it.'

  Closing her eyes and spreading her legs further as he stroked the wetting crotch of her panties, Samantha couldn't help but think about the blackmailer. There was nothing the man could do, she mused, her body trembling as Rob slipped his finger between the top of her thigh and her panties. If he told Anne's parents that he'd seen their daughter, they'd never believe him. And, as Rob had suggested, Anne could always move to another area. If Samantha was asked about the girl, she'd deny all knowledge of her. After all, no one could prove that Anne Wilkinson had been living in her flat.

  'You're beautiful,' Rob murmured, his finger moving beneath the tight material of her panties, massaging the fleshy lips of her vulva.

  'Mmm, that's nice,' Samantha breathed, all thoughts of the blackmailer fading as her clitoris swelled and her juices of desire seeped between her swollen love lips. 'You certainly know what to do.'

  'It's been a long time, but I'll never forget. Have you... have you shaved?'

  'Yes, I have. I was wondering when you'd realize.'

  'I've always been... I used to fantasize, about girls shaving. There's something about it that really turns me on.'

  'I prefer it that way,' Samantha giggled. 'Why don't you pull my panties down and take a look?'

  Bringing her legs together briefly as he tugged her panties down and slipped them off her feet, Samantha then parted her thighs wide again, exposing the yawning valley of her expectant pussy to Rob's wide eyes. Stroking the hairless cushions of her outer lips, he settled between her legs and kissed the smooth flesh of her naked mons. She could feel his hot breath, his wet tongue, as he licked each outer lip in turn. Her girl-juices flowing freely from her gaping vaginal entrance, trickling down between the firm cheeks of her buttocks, she dug her fingernails into the soft grass as his inquisitive tongue swept over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris. The exquisite sensations rippling throughout her trembling body driving her wild, she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed the firm mounds of her rounded breasts.

  As she'd hoped, Rob reached up and squeezed her ripe nipples as he continued his clitoral licking. Mov
ing down the sex-drenched valley of her vulva, he drove his tongue deep into the tight sheath of her vagina, licking the creamy walls of her pleasure duct as she gasped and squirmed on the soft grass. His tongue slurping inside her vulval tube, lapping up her lubricious juices of lust, he moved up to her neglected clitoris and sucked the solid protrusion into his hot mouth.

  'Yes,' Samantha breathed as he thrust two fingers deep into her spasming vagina. Nearing her orgasm, she rocked back and forth with the finger-fucking, her whimpers of arousal drifting through the summer air as a train rumbled through the cutting below. Older men certainly knew how to please a girl, she reflected as he massaged the inner flesh of her tight cunt. Her bubbling sex juices streaming over his hand as he repeatedly drove his fingers deep into her sex hole, she shook uncontrollably, arching her back as her clitoris swelled to an incredible size beneath his snaking tongue.

  'Coming,' she cried, her face grimacing, her nostrils flaring, as her orgasm erupted within the pulsating nub of her solid clitoris. Shockwaves of ecstasy rolling through her quivering body, her juices of lust squelching within her finger-fucked vagina, she again cried out as her orgasm peaked and rocked her very soul. Rob's penis would be solid, she knew as she imagined his cock-shaft driving deep into her spunk-thirsty cunt. Imagining licking his purple knob, sucking the spunk out of his knob-slit as he mouth-fucked her, she felt wicked as she lay beneath the sun with her body laid open to a total stranger. Never had she known an orgasm of such intensity and duration, she reflected, as her clitoris transmitted tremors of sex throughout her body. Of all those who had licked her clitoris, fucked her tight cunt... Rob understood what it was a girl needed.

  'Fuck me,' Samantha gasped, riding the crest of her shuddering climax. 'I want your cock... Fuck me really hard.' Wasting no time, Rob pulled his cunny-dripping fingers out of her vaginal duct and yanked his jacket and trousers off. Massaging her clitoris with her fingertips, sustaining her orgasm, Samantha was amazed by the sheer size of the man's cock as he slipped his swollen glans between the engorged petals of her inner lips and thrust his veined shaft deep into her shaking body. His bulbous knob pressing against the creamy ring of her cervix, his heaving balls squeezed against the rounded cheeks of her naked bottom, he withdrew his cock and again rammed his weapon of lust deep into her writhing body.

  'God, you're big,' Samantha breathed, lifting her head and gazing at the sheer girth of his pussy-slimed cock as he partially withdrew. His purple glans still encompassed by her crimsoned inner lips, he drove into her again, forcing her across the grass as he fully impaled her on his beautiful penis. Gliding across the grass with each thrust of his mighty joy-bone, Samantha reached another mind-blowing orgasm as she dug her fingernails into the ground. Her head bobbing with each inthrust of his massive prick, her breasts bouncing, she'd never been fucked like this, she reflected.

  Never had she experienced such a huge cock, never had she been fucked so hard.

  'Here it comes,' Rob gasped, his ramrod swelling within the hugging sheath of her drenched cunt. Samantha could feel his sperm gushing into her, bathing her cervix, lubricating the forceful fucking of her cunt. Grunting with each thrust, he pumped her full of spunk, his balls draining as he took his pleasure from her body. He'd never forget this, Samantha knew as she felt his swinging balls repeatedly smacking the taut globes of her naked bottom. She'd never forget it, either, she thought as her climax peaked and shook her to the very core.

  Finally collapsing over her quivering body, Rob stilled his spent cock deep within the sperm-flooded duct of Samantha's inflamed cunt. Breathing heavily, he kissed her full mouth, their tongues meeting as they writhed in the aftermath of their illicit fucking. Samantha could taste her cunt milk on his tongue as he kissed her. She could feel his penis deflating, his sperm oozing. Satisfied as never before as he finally slipped his limp cock out of her vagina and rolled onto the grass beside her, Samantha shuddered as her womb contracted and her vagina drained.

  'You really are amazing,' Rob breathed, his cock snaking over the hairy sac of his balls as he lay on his back, gasping for breath.

  'Do you believe in past lives?' Samantha asked, recalling herself as Meg in the old pub.

  'Past lives? I've not really thought about it. Although I suppose it's possible. Why do you ask?'

  'I had an experience,' Samantha began, feeling that she could talk to Rob. 'It wasn't a dream. I don't really know what it was, to be honest. I went back in time and found myself working in my parents' pub. Back in the nineteenth century.'

  'You must have been dreaming,' he chuckled.

  'No, no, I wasn't. They called me Meg, and it was so real, Rob. I've had a few experiences like that.'

  'You might check the records,' he suggested. 'Check the pub, the names of the people and whether they had a daughter called Meg.'

  'The daft thing is that I don't even know the name of the pub, let alone the surname of... Hang on. I recall seeing a sign above the bar. Welcome to the... God, what was it? Yes, that's it. Welcome to the Gypsy's Tavern.'

  'That's a start. There are records you can look through. Mind you, if you don't know the name of the people, or the time they were there... What other experiences have you had?'

  'Several. Usually concerning going back in time. What would you do if you could go back in time?'

  'I wouldn't have got married. Apart from that, I don't think I'd change much. I've been quite happy with my life. I'd like to have had children. Perhaps that's what's wrong with my marriage. If we'd had kids... Still, you can't change the past, can you?'

  'Can't you? I'm not so sure about that. It would be interesting to travel forward in time to see how your life turned out.'

  'No, I wouldn't like that at all. I might discover something that... I just wouldn't want to know, Sam.'

  'Neither would I. Anyway, let's not talk about that. Would you like me to clean you up?' she asked, gazing at his sperm-glistening cock.

  'Clean me up? What do you mean?'

  'I'll show you,' she giggled, positioning herself between his legs.

  Licking Rob's sex-wet cock, Samantha ran her tongue over the hairy sac of his scrotum. Breathing in his male scent as he moaned deeply in his rising arousal, she hoped that he'd be able to come again as she rolled his fleshy foreskin back and sucked his purple knob into her hot mouth. Tasting the heady blend of his sperm and her own girl-juice, her clitoris stiffening between the inflamed lips of her pussy, she wondered why the blackmailer hadn't turned up. She might have been able to pay him off by having sex with him, she mused. There again, he'd be back for more and more.

  'You're good at that,' Rob gasped, his cock stiffening fully as Samantha mouthed and gobbled on his ripe plum. Happy to think that she was pleasing him, she decided to meet him again in the park. The young lad had been fun, but she wouldn't bother to see him again. Rob was different, she reflected. She could talk to him, as well as fuck him. He was good company, a good fuck, and she wondered why he didn't get on with his wife. Perhaps the woman was boring in bed, she thought as she repeatedly took his swollen knob to the back of her throat and bobbed her head up and down. Rob's wife might not have been into oral sex, spunk-swallowing and tongue-fucking. Marriage didn't suit everyone, she knew as she turned her thoughts to her father.

  To run off with some girl and leave her mother was despicable, Samantha reflected. He'd obviously gone off with the girl for sex. To leave his wife and home... But what did the future hold for Samantha? Wasn't she destined to leave her husband for Anne? But she was determined to change the future. John was going to be a good husband, and she'd prove to be a good wife. She had ten years to play around, she thought happily, wanking the solid shaft of Rob's cock as she ran her tongue around the helmet of his purple knob. Ten years to fuck and lick and suck and—

  'God, I'm coming again,' Rob gasped, his penis twitching, his glans swelling. Fervently sucking his throbbing knob and wanking his cock, Samantha moaned through her nose as her mouth suddenly filled with his sa
lty sperm. Moving her head up and down, mouth-fucking his solid penis, she repeatedly swallowed hard as his sperm flow continued. Rob shook uncontrollably, his head tossing from side to side as she kneaded his heavy balls and wanked his fleshy shaft. His spunk gushing into her thirsty mouth, overflowing and running down his shaft to her hand, he propped himself up on his elbows and watched Samantha's crude act.

  Wanking him faster, she slipped his glans out of her mouth and allowed his spunk to splatter her flushed face. He'd enjoy watching his spunk giving her a facial she knew as she engulfed his purple globe within her hot mouth again and drank from his fountainhead. Briefly slipping his knob out of her mouth once more, his sperm still jetting over her cheeks, her forehead, she swiftly took his orgasming plum to the back of her throat one last time and swallowed the remnants of his sperm. The white liquid streaming down her cheeks, running over her eyes, she sucked out the last of his creamy semen as he rested his head on the grass and shuddered in the waning of his orgasm.

  'You taste good,' she murmured huskily, slipping his cock out of her mouth and lapping up the sperm from his rolling balls.

  'You've obviously done this before,' he chuckled.

  'Only once or twice. I've never known a man with such a big cock. It's massive.'

  'So I've been told,' he said proudly. 'Mind you, that was years ago. Decades ago, in fact. I wish we'd met decades ago.'

  'I wasn't alive decades—'

  'You know what I mean,' he sighed, grabbing his trousers as Samantha sat upright.

  'Yes, yes, I do. Well, I don't know what happened to the man I was supposed to be meeting. Perhaps the bastard—'

  'Sam, I have something to tell you.'

  'Oh?'

  'Our bumping into each other wasn't coincidence. I've seen you around town before. I've also seen you in the park a couple of times.'

  'Did you phone me?' Samantha asked, wondering whether he was the blackmailer.