Indecent Pursuit

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Are you married?’ she asked him as he parked by the river.

  ‘Well, yes but . . .’

  ‘Your wife don’t understand you?’ she said with a giggle.

  ‘Something like that. I like you, Sheena. You’re my type of girl.’

  ‘What is your type of girl, a slut?’

  ‘No, no, I . . .’

  ‘Be honest, Charles. You like me because I’m a common slut.’

  ‘I like you because you’re you.’

  ‘That’s what I meant. You like me because I’m a common slut.’

  ‘You’re not common, Sheena. And you’re not a slut. Your voice is . . . Well, it’s a little husky and rough around the edges, but I like that.’

  Sheena got out of the car, walked along the river bank and sat on a bench. The sun was low in the sky and the evening air was warm, and she wondered whether Charles would suggest that she strip naked as he joined her on the bench. He was a nice man, she thought, wondering what Rod would say if he knew that she was out with his brother. Rod knew that she was a slut and he’d realise that she was using Charles to glean information. But there was no way she could use Charles to get her foot into the door of the family home. Like most married men she’d met, he only wanted to use her for sex.

  ‘It’s nice here,’ Charles said.

  ‘I used to bunk off school and come here with boys,’ she breathed. ‘We’d have a smoke and then . . . It was fun.’

  ‘What were you doing in the club?’ he asked her. ‘How did you become a member?’

  ‘What’s a slut like me doing in a place like that, you mean?’

  ‘No, no, I didn’t mean that.’

  ‘What did you mean, then?’

  ‘You don’t seem the type to . . . I’m not making a very good job of this.’

  ‘I know what you mean,’ she sighed. ‘Won’t your wife be wondering where you are?’

  ‘No, no. I often have to work late, so she won’t be bothered. My father will probably wonder what I’m up to, though. He likes the family to get together in the evenings. We have the evening meal at the big table in the dining room, then we retire to the study and talk business. Mind you, Rod is hardly ever there. He’s usually out and about somewhere.’

  ‘Oh? What does he get up to?’

  ‘He’s very much like me, Sheena.’ He chuckled and placed his hand on her knee. ‘Rod likes beautiful teenage girls. I really can’t see his marriage working out.’

  ‘You said that Deborah did porn stuff? If she was a slut in her teens, she can’t of changed that much.’

  ‘It’s can’t have changed . . . Never mind. According to Rod, she’s a prude. To be honest, I think she only wants him for his money. Her father’s very well off, but he’s also very tight and she wants her own money.’

  ‘Yes, but . . . Why is she a prude? I mean, if she wants to marry him for his dosh, she could at least drop her knickers and open her pussy.’

  ‘I’ll let you into a little secret. Deborah does drop her knickers and open her pussy, as you so beautifully put it. But not for Rod.’

  ‘Who for, then?’

  ‘Deborah is still in touch with the chap from the university, the one who used to take the porn photos of her.’

  ‘You mean . . . She’s fucking him on the side? How do you know all this?’

  ‘Father likes me to vet girlfriends and future wives. You know, check them out and make sure they’re not just after money. He likes Deborah very much and he’s been pushing for the marriage, but – I’ve done a little homework, and I’ve discovered a few interesting things about young Deborah.’

  ‘Ain’t you told your old man?’

  ‘No, not yet. She comes from a wealthy family and my father is well in with her father so – I suppose I’ll have to talk to him at some stage.’

  ‘If the grabbing bitch is only after Rod’s money, you’ll have to say something.’

  ‘I know, but my father does business with her father. It’s a difficult situation, Sheena. I’ve been thinking of doing away with her without mentioning it to my father.’

  ‘What, you mean killing her off?’

  ‘No, no,’ he returned, laughing. ‘I mean, having a chat with her and telling her to leave Rod. Once she sees the photos, hopefully she’ll slip away and that will be that. The last thing she’d want is her father discovering the incriminating evidence of her wanton behaviour.’

  ‘I think you should do it, Charles. Do it now, before it’s too late.’

  ‘Yes, you’re right. I’ll speak to her tomorrow. So, my little beauty, what about us?’

  Sheena smiled impishly. ‘Us?’ she said, cocking her head to one side.

  ‘Well, I’d like to see you again.’

  ‘OK.’

  ‘Really? You don’t mind that I’m married?’

  ‘Most men I meet are either married or have a girlfriend. Anyway, I want to help you to get rid of Deborah.’

  ‘Why, when you don’t even know her?’

  ‘Because I don’t like gold-diggers. If Rod is anything like you, then he’ll be a nice man. I’ll help you to get rid of the money-grabbing bitch, if I can.’

  ‘Thanks, but – I really don’t see how you can help me.’

  ‘I’ll think of something.’

  Sheena got up from the bench, stood before Charles and unbuttoned the front of her dress. The idea of helping him to get rid of Deborah appealed to her, and she decided to use her young body to discover more information about his family. Allowing her dress to fall down her long legs and crumple around her ankles, she grinned as he focussed on the bulging crotch of her tight knickers. He reached out to take hold of her shapely hips, then pulled her towards him and kissed the smooth plateau of her stomach.

  ‘You’re a beautiful little thing,’ he whispered. ‘I hope we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.’

  ‘I hope so too,’ she replied softly as he pulled her knickers down to her knees.

  He leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down her moist sex crack. ‘You taste like heaven,’ he murmured.

  ‘You sound just like your . . .’ Her words tailed off as she realised that she was going to have to be careful not to mention Rod.

  ‘I sound just like my what?’ he asked her.

  ‘I was just wondering what heaven tastes like.’

  ‘Like a teenage girl’s pussy,’ he replied.

  He slid off the bench and knelt before her to part the fleshy lips of her young pussy and sweep his wet tongue over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris. Sheena quivered as her juices flowed and her clitoris pulsated. She loved sex, and had always found new relationships exciting and rewarding. Sex had been her escape from reality, she reflected as Charles tongued her creamy-wet vaginal entrance. She’d used sex to escape and earn money. Now she was using sex to get her foot in the door of a very rich family.

  Sure that meeting Charles in the club had been fated to happen, she wondered where their relationship would take her. She knew that she’d be nothing more than his bit of rough on the side, but that didn’t bother her. She wanted information from Charles, updates on Deborah, and she decided that she might as well take his money as an added bonus. He was obviously happy to use her for sex, she thought, looking down as he lapped up her copious pussy milk. Would he also be happy to pay her?

  ‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured as he drank from her teenage vagina.

  ‘You like a bit of rough on the side, then?’ she asked him with a giggle. ‘You want a dirty little whore as a plaything?’

  ‘You’re not a whore, Sheena. You’re beautiful.’

  ‘I’m a beautiful whore, then,’ she returned. ‘Is your wife a prude?’

  ‘That just about sums her up.’

  ‘And you like the idea of a dirty little teenage slut to satisfy you?’

  ‘Definitely.’

  ‘And if you’re happy with me, you’ll help me out financially?’

  He looked up at her and smiled. ‘Of course I will.�
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  ‘I ain’t a prostitute, Charles. It’s just that I’m short of dosh and . . . Well, you know how fucking expensive things are these days.’

  ‘Let’s start as we mean to go on,’ he said, taking a wad of notes from his pocket. ‘There’s fifty, will that keep you going until I see you again?’

  ‘You’re very kind, Charles. That will really help me out. Now, why don’t you drop your trousers and sit on the bench and let me show you how grateful I am?’

  Sheena knelt on the ground as he slipped his shoes and trousers off and sat on the bench. She parted his knees, rested her elbows on his thighs and took the shaft of his solid penis in her hand. His cock was huge, she mused happily as she kissed his heaving balls and breathed in his male scent. Licking his scrotum, she knew that she only had to please him and he’d want to see her again. All she had to do was give him more than his wife could or would give him, and she’d have him hooked. But Rod was her way into the family – he was her goal. If she could persuade him to marry her . . . It was early days, she thought as Charles gasped and his solid cock twitched.

  Licking his rock-hard shaft, her tongue moving dangerously close to his swollen knob, she wondered how many cocks she’d sucked during her young life. She was good at giving head, she reflected as Charles held her head and begged her to suck his cock. She’d lost count of the men who’d praised her for her oral expertise and called her a come-slut. Wondering whether Charles enjoyed fucking his wife’s mouth, she finally took his purple plum to the back of her throat and sank her teeth gently into his veined shaft.

  Charles let out a low moan of pleasure as she kneaded his rolling balls and almost swallowed his bulbous knob. He muttered something about deep throat, and Sheena knew that he’d part with more money the next time they met. She knew how to please men, she reflected. She knew how to use her young body, her mouth, her vagina, her tight bottom-hole. But she’d met very few men who’d satisfied her. Perhaps the brothers would give her what she wanted, she thought as she raised her head, sliding his cock out of her mouth and licking its purple crown.

  ‘You’re fantastic,’ Charles praised her. ‘I’ve never known a girl take my knob down her throat the way you did.’

  ‘I love doing that,’ Sheena breathed huskily. ‘I love men fucking my mouth as if it’s me cunt.’

  ‘You’re beautiful, Sheena. I’ve never heard a girl use that word before and . . . God, it’s such a turn on.’

  ‘Cunt?’ she repeated. ‘You like me to say cunt?’

  ‘Yes, I do. To hear that word coming from a young girl is so horny. How far can you take my cock down your throat? Can you take all of it?’

  ‘I’ll show you,’ she replied, grinning at him.

  Again sucking his swollen knob into her hot mouth, she angled her head, aligning her neck and taking it into her throat. Easing his solid cock further into her mouth, she breathed heavily through her nose as his knob slid down her throat and her lips pressed against his pubic mound. Charles grinned as her wide eyes looked up at him, and she knew that she had a satisfied customer as she felt his knob swell deep within her throat.

  Holding her head and rocking his hips, he again let out a low moan of pleasure as his swollen knob glided back and forth along her hot throat. She knew that she wouldn’t even get a taste of his spunk as his body trembled and he neared his climax, but she wasn’t bothered. This was for his enjoyment, she thought as his balls battered her chin. This was in return for the fifty pounds, and the information he’d given her.

  His spunk finally jetting from his throbbing knob and gushing down her throat, he gasped and shuddered in his adulterous orgasm. Sheena could feel his creamy liquid sliding down her throat as he repeatedly rammed the entire length of his cock into her full mouth, and she imagined both brothers simultaneously sharing her young body, one cock shafting her tight vagina and the other spunking down her throat. His balls drained, he kept his cock deep within her mouth, his knob absorbing the heat of her throat as he recovered.

  ‘That was the best blow-job I’ve ever had,’ he breathed, finally sliding his cock out of her mouth. ‘I suppose it was a throat-job,’ he added, chuckling as he gazed into Sheena’s blue eyes.

  ‘Call it what you like,’ she said. ‘As long as you enjoyed it, that’s all that matters.’

  ‘You really are amazing, Sheena. As I said earlier, you’re my type of girl. I’m glad I found you before Rod did. He’s often in the club and . . . Well, I found you first.’

  ‘What if he sees me in the club and chats me up?’ she asked, rising to her feet as he tugged his trousers on. ‘That would be funny, wouldn’t it?’

  ‘I don’t think you should get to know him,’ he replied, frowning at her. ‘If he does see you in the club and . . . Keep away from him, Sheena.’

  ‘Why?’ she asked, grabbing her dress. ‘Do you want to keep me all for yourself?’

  ‘No, no, it’s not that. Deborah is insanely jealous. If she finds out that . . . It’s just best not to tangle with Deborah.’

  ‘If I got to know her, became friendly with her . . .’

  ‘For God’s sake, don’t get involved with the woman.’

  ‘I could help you to get rid of her, Charles.’

  ‘No, leave it to me. She’s dangerous, Sheena. You leave it to me. Look, we’d better get going. I’ll drop you off at your place, OK?’

  ‘OK,’ she said, slipping into her dress. ‘Do you want my mobile number?’

  ‘Yes, that would be great.’

  She took a pen and paper from her bag and scribbled the number. ‘There, now you can ring me when you need me.’

  ‘You’re great, Sheena. I’ll ring you tomorrow. Right, let’s get out of here.’

  Pondering the situation as she gave Charles directions to her bedsit, Sheena reckoned it might be fun to get to know Deborah. If the woman was a slut, they’d have something in common and might even become friends. Coming up with an idea, she asked Charles the name of the photographer that Deborah was screwing on the side. He laughed and shook his head, and she didn’t think that he’d tell her.

  ‘You’re not thinking of going into the porn business, are you?’ he asked her.

  ‘You never know,’ she replied. ‘If the money’s good and . . .’

  ‘He’s not a photographer and he’s not in the porn business. The university thing with Deborah was a one-off, as far as I know.’

  ‘If I get to know him, I might be able to find out more about Deborah. That would help you to get rid of her.’

  ‘I don’t want you involved, Sheena,’ he warned as he turned into her road.

  ‘Drop me here,’ she said as he slowed down. ‘You will phone me, won’t you?’

  ‘Yes, of course I will. Look, this thing about Deborah. I don’t want you contacting Sam and . . .’

  ‘Ah, so that’s his name.’

  ‘You bring out the worst in me,’ he said, chuckling as she opened the car door.

  ‘I thought I brought out the best in you, Charles. Does Sam live locally?’

  ‘His name is Sam Brookes and, yes, he lives locally. Happy now?’

  ‘Thanks, Charles. Ring me, OK?’

  ‘OK, I will. Take care.’

  There was still time to go to the pub, Sheena decided as Charles drove off. Hoping that Nat and Tommy were still there, she walked briskly down the road. Charles had a wife to go home to, but Sheena was free and the evening was young, and she had fifty pounds in her purse. Life was looking good, she thought happily as she reached the pub. With two rich men on the go and money in her purse, life was looking better than ever.

  ‘Oh, it’s the little rich kid,’ Nat said as Sheena walked into the pub and headed for the bar. ‘Been out with your future husband, then?’

  ‘You getting married?’ Tommy asked Sheena after she’d bought a drink and joined them at the table.

  ‘Yes, I am,’ Sheena replied. ‘To a lovely man with lots of money.’

  ‘Silly cow,’ Nat mocked. ‘He wo
n’t marry you.’

  ‘Of course he will.’

  ‘You had your hair done?’

  ‘Yes, I have. By the way, do either of you know Sam Brookes?’

  ‘Who’s he?’

  ‘I know of him,’ Tommy offered. ‘He’s a photographer. He did some work for . . .’

  ‘I need to contact him. Do you know where he lives?’

  ‘No, but he did some work for Ian, who’s up at the bar. Why don’t you ask him?’

  ‘Is this for your wedding photos?’ Nat asked, grinning at Sheena. ‘I can just imagine you in your white dress surrounded by the rich family. Don’t go telling the vicar to fuck off, though. And try not to call the best man a cunt if he . . .’

  ‘Someone mention my name?’ Ian said, wandering towards the table.

  ‘Sheena wants to contact Sam Brookes,’ Tommy said. ‘He did some work for you, didn’t he?’

  ‘He was going to, but I couldn’t afford it. He charges a fucking fortune.’

  ‘Sheena is getting married,’ Nat said sarcastically. ‘She wants wedding photos.’

  ‘You’ll need a fucking bank loan to get Sam to do the pics.’

  ‘Her future husband is loaded.’

  ‘Shut up, Nat,’ Sheena hissed. ‘Ian, do you have his phone number?’

  ‘It’s at home. I’ll bring it in, OK?’

  ‘Thanks, that would be great.’

  Grinning as he walked back to the bar, Sheena reckoned that her plan was coming together well. If she could get in with Sam and find out some information about Deborah, maybe even get copies of the porn photos, she’d be well on her way to causing trouble. Once Deborah was out of the way, she could work on Rod and take the first few steps towards marrying him. Her final hurdle would be Rod’s father, she mused as she went up to the bar and stood beside Ian.

  ‘Any chance that you could get Sam’s number tonight?’ she asked him.

  ‘No, it’s at home,’ he replied as she ordered a vodka and tonic. ‘What’s the rush?’