Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  Hayley joined Dave on the bench and began chatting to him, but Anne got the impression that she wasn’t happy. She looked grumpy, shaking her head negatively as she listened to Dave. Anne couldn’t hear what was being said, which annoyed her, but she couldn’t get any closer without being seen. Dave was doing most of the talking and Anne wondered why they hadn’t gone into the woods for sex. She also wondered why Hayley had bothered with make-up. She looked as though she was ready to go out for a meal rather than roll about in the woods getting fucked.

  Hayley and Dave finally left the bench and walked into the woods, and Anne followed at a distance. This was it, she thought as they entered the small clearing. Squatting behind a bush, hoping that they wouldn’t spot her, she checked her camera and waited for the inevitable fucking to commence. Perhaps they weren’t going to have sex, she mused as Hayley whispered something to Dave. He gazed at the ground with his hands in his pockets, not looking at all happy, and Anne wondered what was going on. Had they argued? Had Hayley dumped him for another man?

  ‘You don’t want me to send you any more emails, then?’ Dave said.

  ‘I’ve told you, Dave,’ Hayley sighed. ‘I’m getting married soon. Besides, you’re supposed to be going out with Anne.’

  ‘Anne and I have split up. I don’t know what she wants, but it’s certainly not me.’

  ‘I really like you, Dave. I know how you feel and … You’ll find another girl, I’m sure of it.’

  ‘It’s you I want, Hayley. Anne’s too young for me. You and me, we’re the same age, perfectly suited.’

  ‘The man I’m marrying is in his forties,’ Hayley said, biting her lip. ‘Mum and dad aren’t happy about it, but—’

  ‘He’s old enough to be your father. It’s no wonder that your parents aren’t happy. Why are you marrying him?’

  ‘Because I—’

  ‘And why did you screw Alan if you’re marrying another man?’

  ‘Who told you about that?’ Hayley asked. ‘Has Alan been blabbing in the pub?’

  ‘It’s a village, Hayley. Everyone knows what’s going on.’

  ‘God, I don’t want the whole village knowing that I … It was a one-off, a last fling before I—’

  ‘That’s all I’m asking for,’ Dave cut in, smiling at her. ‘Just one time with you, Hayley. That’s all I ask.’

  It was obvious that they hadn’t been seeing each other all along and Anne realised that she’d been very wrong about her sister. It seemed that she’d got everything wrong about Hayley, she reflected. She wasn’t a prostitute, she wasn’t seeing the vicar, she hadn’t been fucking Dave … Recalling the email, she also realised that Dave had been chasing Hayley, pestering her for sex, not the other way round. Apart from Hayley’s last fling with Alan, which Anne couldn’t understand, the girl had been totally innocent.

  ‘May I ask you something?’ Dave said. ‘How come you have so much money?’

  ‘I wish I had,’ she sighed dolefully. ‘The truth is that I’m in debt.’

  ‘What? But you have a new car and … I thought that you had a great job and you were loaded?’

  ‘No way. I do have a good job but … The car isn’t paid for, I owe a fortune on my credit card … Jack, the man I’m marrying, thinks I’m on a good salary. He’s been talking about us buying a house together. My credit rating is dreadful and I’ll never get a mortgage, but I don’t know how to tell him. That’s why I’ve been dithering about marrying him. He thought that I’d been wavering because of our age difference.’

  ‘You’ll have to say something to him, Hayley.’

  ‘Yes, I know. But it’s worse than that. I’m on the verge of bankruptcy. That’s why I went off the rails with Alan. I just didn’t know what to do so … It was crazy, but I went mad and fucked like never before. I did things that I’ve never dreamed of doing, Dave.’

  ‘Did you enjoy it?’

  ‘Yes, that’s the problem. I’ve never had such varied and … and crude sex. The things we did were disgusting, but I loved every minute of it.’

  ‘And, you want more?’

  ‘Yes, yes, I do. But I can’t …’

  ‘Hayley, have a last fling with me,’ Dave persisted.

  Anne watched with bated breath as Hayley unbuttoned her blouse and slipped the garment off her shoulders. Unhooking her bra and tossing her clothes over a bush, she displayed her ample breasts, her ripe milk teats, to Dave’s wide eyes. This was an amazing revelation, Anne reflected as her sister tugged her miniskirt down and kicked it aside along with her shoes. Hayley wasn’t a whore, she was just confused … and heavily in debt. Anne felt sorry for the girl as she watched Dave kneel in front of her and pull her knickers down to her ankles. Bankruptcy? she mused, wondering how the hell her sister was going to get out of this mess.

  Dave parted Hayley’s full sex lips and ran his tongue over the pinken inner folds nestling within her open valley, and Anne again felt sorry for the girl. Hayley was only doing this to find some escape from her terrible problems, she thought. Finding some solace in sex, she’d committed crude sexual acts with Alan and was now about to screw Dave. Hayley was going to have to tell Jack, Anne thought as Dave moved behind the girl and parted the firm cheeks of her naked bottom. She couldn’t marry Jack and then reveal the shocking truth about her finances.

  ‘I like that,’ Hayley breathed as Dave pushed his tongue into her tight bottom-hole. ‘Dave, I want you to … When I was with Alan, he spanked me.’

  ‘You want me to spank you?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘OK, bend over.’

  Grinning, Anne took several photographs as her sister bent over and touched her toes. Dave stood behind her and repeatedly spanked the firm flesh of her tensed buttocks, and Anne reckoned that Hayley was hooked on crude sex. Two dirty sisters, she mused, taking more photos. Hayley wasn’t Little Miss Perfect after all, she thought as the loud slaps resounded around the trees. Heavily in debt, on the verge of bankruptcy, turning to debauched sex with men … Unable to believe what she was hearing as the girl asked Dave to thrash her with a branch from a bush, Anne held her hand to her mouth.

  This was incredible, she thought as Dave snapped a branch off a nearby bush and stood behind Hayley. The branch swished through the air, the rough leaves landed squarely across the girl’s naked buttocks, and she yelped like a dog. Again and again the branch flailed her rounded buttocks to leave thin weals in its wake, and Hayley cried out. Grimacing, Anne watched the gruelling thrashing, taking a photograph now and then as Hayley’s screams echoed in her ears. The girl’s naked buttocks glowing a fire-red, she finally asked Dave to stop.

  ‘Now do my arse,’ she breathed shakily, kneeling and leaning over a log. ‘Fuck my arse like you’ve never fucked before.’

  ‘If Anne could see you now,’ Dave said with a chuckle as he slipped his trousers off. ‘She always said that you were a prude.’

  ‘I was,’ Hayley replied. ‘But I’m in such a mess now that … I’m beyond caring.’

  Watching as Dave yanked her sister’s crimsoned buttocks wide apart and pressed his purple knob hard against the tight ring of her anus, Anne wondered what the vicar would think if he discovered the shocking truth about Hayley. He’d ram a church candle up her arse, she reckoned. He’d certainly pay well for the photographs … But Anne knew that she dared not show the evidence of her sister’s debauched behaviour to anyone. The girl had already had more than enough problems. The last thing she needed was the vicar blackmailing her into crude sex over the altar. Anne knew that her quest to destroy her sister had to end. If anything, she should try to help the girl. But how? There was nothing Anne could do, she knew as Dave’s veined shaft sank into the girl’s rectal duct.

  Holding Hayley’s hips, Dave withdrew his solid cock until her anal ring hugged the rim of his knob, and then rammed into her again. Anne watched her sister’s body jolting with each thrust of Dave’s cock, her own clitoris swelling and her sex milk flowing into the crotch of her tight knick
ers as the sight sent her arousal soaring. Why hadn’t Dave fucked her like that? she wondered dolefully. If he had taken Anne to the woods and fucked her arse and … It was no good looking back, Anne thought, taking several more photographs. Her ex-boyfriend was fucking her sister, so there was no point in looking back.

  ‘Dirty slut,’ Dave gasped. ‘I’ve dreamed of this, of fucking your tight little arse and …’

  ‘Harder,’ Hayley breathed. ‘Fuck my arse really hard.’

  ‘You bet I will. I’ll fuck your arse and fill you with spunk.’

  ‘God, yes. Give me more, I want more.’

  It was difficult to believe that this was Hayley, Anne mused as she slipped her hand down the front of her wet knickers and massaged her erect clitoris. Hayley the prude, Little Miss Perfect, was having her arse fucked in the woods. Wishing again that Dave had fucked her properly, Anne placed her camera on the ground and massaged her erect clitoris faster. She was desperate for an orgasm, but she knew that she’d have to stifle her whimpers of pleasure. Running her fingers up and down her wet sex valley, massaging her creamy juices into the sensitive tip of her clitoris, she lay back on the ground and parted her legs wide.

  As Dave announced that he was coming, Hayley cried out and Anne held her breath as her own climax erupted and rocked her young body to the core. She could hear her sister’s whimpers of pleasure, Dave’s moans of satisfaction, as she massaged her clitoris faster and thrust two fingers deep into her contracting vagina. Her orgasm peaking, she writhed and whimpered on the ground, praying that she wouldn’t be heard as cries of sexual gratification resounded around the trees.

  Slowing her clitoral massaging as her climax finally began to fade, Anne hoped that Hayley would soon go home and leave Dave alone in the woods. She’d get him to fuck her arse, she thought in her wickedness. Would he like to have two sisters one after the other? Fuck one sister’s arse and then drive his cock into the other girl’s tight little bottom-hole? Alan would be up for it, she reflected as she slipped her wet fingers out of her inflamed vaginal sheath. So would Brian and Rick and …

  ‘You were amazing,’ Hayley gasped. She rolled off the log and sprawled her naked body out on the ground. ‘I really needed that.’

  ‘So did I,’ Dave replied with a chuckle. ‘I wish that Anne had been more like you.’

  ‘I’m glad she’s not, Dave. I wouldn’t want Anne to get into this sort of thing. We’ve never really got on together but … She’s got a good future ahead of her. I’d hate to see her ending up like me.’

  It was the other way round, Anne thought guiltily. Hayley had ended up like Anne. She was screwing around, committing crude sexual acts and … The difference was that Hayley had dreadful financial worries. Turning her thought to her parents, Anne wondered what they’d say if they discovered that their daughters had grown up to be common sluts. They were so proud of Hayley and had high hopes for Anne. To find out that their girls had turned into dirty whores would destroy them.

  ‘Are you coming to the pub for a drink?’ Dave asked Hayley as they dressed.

  ‘No,’ the girl sighed. ‘I think I’ll stay here for a while. I need some time alone to think.’

  ‘Come on, Hayley. It’ll do you good to—’

  ‘No, Dave. I’m behind with the payments on my car and they’re taking it away in a couple of days. I’m in no mood to sit in the pub.’

  ‘You’re going to lose you new car?’

  ‘Yes, I’m afraid so. You go to the pub, I’ll be all right here.’

  ‘OK, well … Thanks, it was great.’

  As Dave left the clearing, Anne decided to talk to Hayley. She couldn’t just wander into the clearing because Hayley would guess that she’d been hiding in the bushes, so she walked through the trees to the park and sat on the bench. Hayley would emerge from the woods at some stage, she reckoned as the evening sun warmed her young body. Still reeling from the dreadful news about her sister’s financial situation, Anne wondered what the girl would do without her car. The railway station was miles away, but she had to get the train to London every day to go to work. Anne couldn’t see a way out of the mess, but she thought that it might help if Hayley had someone to talk to.

  ‘What are you doing here?’ Hayley asked her accusingly as she emerged from the woods.

  ‘We need to talk,’ Anne said, smiling at her sister.

  ‘Talk about what?’ She joined Anne on the bench and sighed. ‘About you going off with my boyfriends?’

  ‘No, no … Hayley, I know about your situation.’

  ‘What are you talking about?’

  ‘Your financial situation.’

  ‘Who … How do you …’

  ‘It doesn’t matter how. Let’s put this feud behind us. I want to help you, if I can.’

  Hayley hung her head. ‘No one can help me,’ she said. ‘I’ve brought this on myself and … well, there’s no way out.’

  ‘Hayley, I know about Alan and Dave.’

  ‘What do you know about them?’

  ‘The things you did with them.’

  ‘Anne, please stop talking in riddles.’

  ‘You fucked Alan in that derelict house in the woods and you’ve just been with Dave …’

  ‘You’ve been spying on me. You little bitch.’

  ‘Let’s not argue – I’m trying to help.’

  ‘Were you watching me?’

  ‘Yes,’ Anne confessed. ‘I was spying on you. And I know how I can help you.’

  ‘I’m going home,’ the other girl snapped, leaping up from the bench. ‘To think that you’ve been spying on me—’

  ‘For fuck’s sake, Hayley,’ Anne bellowed. ‘I know how you can get out of this mess.’

  ‘How?’

  ‘The things you did with Alan and Dave … I do the same things with men.’

  ‘So? How is that going to help me?’

  ‘Men pay me for sex,’ Ann said softly.

  Hayley stared open-mouthed at her little sister, obviously in shock as she held her hand to her head. Anne didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed about her confession. She was beyond such emotions, she thought as Hayley again sat beside her on the bench. Her quest wasn’t to destroy her sister now, it was to save her from ruin, and she knew how to help her. Hayley had had anal sex with Alan, she’d been thrashed with a branch by Dave … The vicar would pay well to spend some time with the girl.

  ‘You’re a prostitute?’ Hayley finally breathed.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I don’t believe it. You’re my little sister, you can’t be a …’

  ‘I take money from men in return for sex, Hayley. And you can do the same.’

  ‘What?’ the girl gasped, holding her hand to her mouth. ‘I’m not going to—’

  ‘All you have to do is what you did with Alan and Dave. The difference is that you’ll get paid for it.’

  ‘But … Anne, I owe a hell of a lot of money.’

  ‘And you can earn a hell of a lot of money.’

  ‘I’m going to need time to think about this. It’s come as a shock to discover that you’re a prostitute. It’s going to take time to come to terms with that, let alone working as a prostitute myself. How did you start? I mean, how did you get into it?’

  ‘That’s a long story. Hayley, the vicar will pay—’

  ‘The vicar? You mean, he pays you for …’

  ‘Yes, he does. So does Brian, Alan’s friend. Oh, and there’s a man who comes down from London. The people who have been phoning the house and asking for you … They believe that you’re a prostitute.’

  ‘Yes, I know,’ Hayley sighed. ‘I know where the mix-up came from. There was a call yesterday and I asked the man a few questions. There’s a girl calling herself Hayley and our phone numbers are very similar.’

  ‘I took another call earlier from a man who wants sex. He asked for you and … well, I told him that my name’s Hayley and I’m meeting him tomorrow morning.’

  ‘Anne, how can you do this? To sell
your body for sex is … It’s awful.’

  ‘It’s profitable,’ Anne retorted. ‘He’s going to pay two hundred pounds for an hour.’

  ‘Really? God, that’s a lot of money.’

  ‘It’s cheap, Hayley. I’ll be putting my prices up soon. So, do you want to join me? We’ll go into business together and—’

  ‘No, no, I can’t,’ Hayley cut in. ‘I know that I’m in debt, but I can’t turn to prostitution.’

  ‘How much are the payments on your car?’

  ‘Five hundred a month.’

  ‘That’s easy – you can earn that in one week. Why don’t you keep your job, for the time being, and work with me in the evenings? You can keep your car and you’ll soon pay your credit card off.’

  ‘Anne, I can’t do it. It’s tempting but … I just can’t do it.’

  ‘I saw what you did with Dave just now. The only difference is that—’

  ‘I’ll get paid for it, I know. But … sex with the vicar? God, I could never do that.’

  ‘Come to the church with me now. If he’s there, we’ll—’

  ‘Anne, no.’

  ‘It’s that or bankruptcy. The choice is yours, Hayley.’

  ‘All right, but I’m only going to talk to him. I’m not going to give him a hand job for a few pounds, if that’s what you’re thinking.’

  ‘Come on, we’ll see whether he’s there or not.’

  As she led her sister across the park, Anne reckoned that they could do well in business together. Men would pay a small fortune to have two sisters attend their most intimate needs, she knew as they neared the church. And the vicar had been asking about Hayley, so she was sure that he’d be up for it. The trouble was that Hayley wasn’t at all keen on the idea. If the vicar looked her up and down and suggested anal sex over the altar, she’d run a mile. Anne knew that she was going to have to work on Hayley to get her to agree.

  Entering the church, she grinned as she noticed a light coming from the office. Ordering Hayley to hide, she said that she’d talk to the vicar and find out how much he’d pay for two sisters. Hayley wasn’t happy and said that she didn’t want to go through with it, but she finally agreed to at least talk to the man and waited in a dark corner outside the office door. Ann walked boldly into the office and grinned at the man of God.