Indecent Pursuit

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Yes, I think I would. It would certainly brighten things up around here.’

  ‘What about your posh business friends? What would they think?’

  ‘They’d think me a very lucky man, I would imagine.’

  ‘They’d think you were mad.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because it would be obvious that you only wanted me for sex.’

  ‘And you’d only want me for my money.’

  ‘I don’t just want money, George,’ she returned indignantly. ‘I want a life.’

  ‘You’re a pretty little thing.’

  ‘Yes, but I’m not stupid like Julia and Caroline. They suck up to you, they treat their husbands like shit . . . Sorry, I shouldn’t swear.’

  ‘Go on.’

  ‘They’re just – just useless women who are only here for the money and the lifestyle. Your sons aren’t happy with them. Rod wasn’t happy with Deborah. He told me that he was only going to marry her to please you. They’re all psychophants, or whatever the word is.’

  ‘Sycophants. Yes, you’re right. I must admit that, out of all the females, I like you best.’

  ‘You like me best, but you want me out? That doesn’t make sense.’

  ‘You’re too young to understand, Sheena. You’re right about Julia and Caroline, but they fit in with the family.’

  ‘What if Rod wants to marry me? What can you do about it?’

  ‘There are several things I can do, Sheena. But hopefully you won’t force me into a corner. I suggest . . .’

  Sheena left the study, heading down the garden to the summerhouse. She hadn’t expected the old man to block her plans, she realised as she heard Raymond and Nat talking. She slipped behind the summerhouse and spied through a crack in the wooden planking as her best friend kissed Raymond. The situation was crazy, she thought as Raymond suggested that Nat meet him later that evening. She’d lost Raymond, she wanted Rod, and the old man was trying to ruin everything.

  ‘Sheena’s OK,’ Raymond said. ‘But she’s not the type of girl my father would want in the family. You’re beautiful, Natalie. You look stunning, you’ve obviously had a good education . . . I’m sure my father will accept you.’

  ‘I hope so,’ Nat sighed. ‘I am worried about Sheena, though.’

  ‘I should never have asked her to marry me. I suppose I rushed in without thinking. Looking back, I must have been mad.’

  ‘Will you marry me?’

  ‘Yes, but I want a lengthy engagement first. I can hardly tell my father that I’m marrying a girl I’ve only just met. After announcing my intention to marry Sheena, I can’t really tell my father that . . .’

  ‘When will you tell Sheena?’

  ‘Later, I suppose. I’ll let you into a little secret, but don’t repeat it to anyone. My father is looking for a wife.’

  ‘Really? Are you and your brothers OK with that?’

  ‘Yes, of course. The thing is, he wants a young girl. He’s always had an eye for young girls, and . . . I shouldn’t say too much.’

  Grinning as she pondered the revelation, Sheena headed back to the house. Deciding on a change of plan, she knew that she had to go straight to the head of the family, straight to the Boss. If the old man wanted to marry a young girl, she was more than happy to oblige. There were too many complications with the brothers. Rod had been with Deborah, but he now wanted Sheena, Raymond seemed to want Nat . . . Knocking on the study door, she knew that this was her only chance of getting into the family.

  ‘Oh, you’re back,’ George said as she closed the door behind her.

  ‘I’ve been thinking,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘You asked me a question earlier.’

  ‘Ah, yes.’

  ‘You asked me if I’d go for you if I had the chance.’

  ‘I’m not saying that you have a chance, Sheena. But answer the question anyway.’

  ‘Yes, I would go for you. I would marry you.’

  ‘You are desperate to marry into my family, aren’t you?’

  ‘And you’re desperate to be with a young girl.’

  ‘No, I’m . . .’

  ‘You are, George. I’ve seen the way you look at me, so don’t deny it.’

  ‘I will admit that I find you incredibly attractive, but . . .’

  ‘But what? Come on, George. Don’t tell me that you get offers of marriage from teenage girls every day.’

  ‘No, no, I don’t. Lock the door and we’ll get to know each other a little better.’

  Sheena turned the key in the door lock and smiled at him. Walking towards his desk as he beckoned her with his finger, she knew she still wanted to be with Rod. But she needed a sure way of getting her foot in the door of the family home, and the only one available now was via the Boss. She stood by his chair, looking down as he lifted her dress up and gazed longingly at the hairless lips of her teenage pussy. This was a sure way to an old man’s heart, she thought as he ran his finger up and down her wet sex crack.

  He eased a finger between the swollen lips of her pussy, breathing heavily as he massaged the hot flesh surrounding the entrance to her tight vagina. She was sure he was hooked as he pushed his finger deep into her creamy-wet vaginal sheath and caressed her inner flesh. No man could resist a teenage girl, she thought happily as her clitoris swelled and her pussy milk flowed over his hand. Reckoning she was finally in with the family, she reached out to the desk and pushed the papers to one side.

  ‘If you want to get to know me, you’d better take a good look at me,’ she offered huskily, grabbing his hand and yanking his finger out of her tight vagina.

  ‘Very nice,’ he said, eyeing her open sex valley as she sat on the edge of the desk with her legs to either side of him. ‘I think we’re going to get on very well together.’

  ‘Now you can get to know me properly.’ Reclining, she pulled her dress up over her stomach and parted her thighs wide. ‘I’m all yours, George.’

  Leaning forward, he kissed her bald pussy lips and ran his tongue up and down the open valley of her vulva. Parting the fleshy swell of her outer labia, he lapped fervently at her open sex hole as she writhed and gasped in the grip of her arousal. He was good, she mused dreamily as he sucked out her teenage juices of desire. Older men knew how to please young girls, she thought as he slipped his hand up her dress and squeezed the firm mounds of her petite breasts.

  ‘It’s been so long since I’ve been with a girl of your age,’ he said, examining the pink folds of her inner lips nestling within her sex valley. ‘You’re so fresh and tight.’

  ‘Just for you, George,’ she breathed shakily.

  ‘I dream about young girls with shaved pussies. You’re my dream come true, Sheena.’

  She should have gone straight to the Boss in the first place. Then again, she’d never have met him if it hadn’t been for Rod and his brothers. She was sure things were working out as the old man sucked her erect clitoris into his hot mouth and drove two fingers into the contracting sheath of her teenage pussy. At least George would now invite her to his house, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He was the Boss, she reflected as he sucked and licked the solid bulb of her sensitive clitoris.

  Sheena let out a squeal as he forced a finger deep into her hot rectal duct. This was what she’d wanted, she thought, recalling Rod’s love-making as a second finger drove into the heat of her tight rectum. Sex with love was nice, but cold, hard sex was immensely gratifying. Maybe she could have both? she thought as her orgasm erupted within the hard nub of her pulsating clitoris. Her young body shaking uncontrollably, she cried out in the grip of her illicit ecstasy as he repeatedly thrust his fingers deep into her contracting sex holes. Sex with Rod, Charles, David, George . . . Would Raymond stray from Nat and use Sheena’s young body to satisfy his lust?

  George slipped his fingers out of her inflamed sex ducts. Sheena lifted her head and watched as he unzipped his trousers and hauled out his erect penis. He was huge, she observed as he pressed his purple plum betwe
en the puffy lips of her hairless vulva. As his knob entered her tight vagina and his cock shaft stretched her open to capacity, she couldn’t believe how far she’d come since first meeting Rod in the back-street pub. She’d had all four brothers and, much to her amazement, she was now screwing their father.

  Although she’d done well, she felt that she was really no closer to marrying into the family. It was obvious that George only wanted her for sex, and she couldn’t see him marrying her. Why should he marry her when he had her young body to keep him happy? Besides, his sons would be up in arms if he announced his forthcoming wedding to a teenage slut. How was she going to move into the house? she wondered as he pushed his cock deep into her contracting sex duct and impaled her fully on his huge organ. Would George move her into a spare room as the resident whore?

  His rock-hard cock repeatedly sliding in and out of her hot sex sheath, squelching her copious juices of arousal, he lifted her feet high in the air and rocked his hips faster. Her lower stomach rose and fell as he rammed his swollen knob into her ripe cervix. He watched her bald outer lips rolling back and fourth along his veined shaft as she again whimpered and writhed on his desk. He could have her young body every day if he wanted to, she mused as he began to gasp. If he moved her into the house, gave her a room and money, he could use and abuse her whenever he needed to. But she couldn’t see that happening.

  ‘You’re a tight little thing,’ he groaned, grinning at her.

  ‘And you’re bloody big,’ she gasped. ‘I’ve never had such a big cock.’

  ‘I can see your clitoris,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘It’s forced out by my cock and . . . Your body is perfect.’

  ‘It’s your body now, George. When we get married and . . .’

  ‘Are you ready for my spunk, my angel?’

  ‘Yes, yes, give it to me. Fuck me senseless and spunk in me.’

  Rocking his hips faster, he moaned softly as the squelching sound of her sex juices echoed around the study. Sheena imagined the brothers listening at the door as she whimpered and writhed on their father’s desk. What would they say if they discovered that he was fucking a teenage whore over his leather-topped desk? They’d probably be eager to ram their hard cocks into her tight little pussy, she thought excitedly as his balls repeatedly smacked the rounded cheeks of her firm buttocks. Hoping that Nat was taking Raymond’s cock into her wet pussy, Sheena gasped as her climax neared. Her eyes rolling, her head lolling from side to side, she finally cried out as her vagina flooded with fresh sperm and her clitoris exploded in orgasm.

  ‘Fuck me,’ she whimpered. ‘Fuck my little cunt and fill me with your spunk.’

  ‘You’re a beautiful little slut,’ he panted, throwing his head back and rocking his hips faster. ‘A dirty little whore.’

  ‘I’m your dirty little whore, George. I’ll always be here for you to fuck and spunk.’

  Sheena reckoned he was well and truly hooked now that he’d pumped his sperm deep into her teenage pussy. Her orgasm rocking her young body, she again cried out as he repeatedly rammed his knob against her spermed cervix. She’d done it, she thought happily as his spunk overflowed and ran down to the tight hole of her anus. She now had her foot firmly in the door, and no one was going to prevent her from moving into the house.

  Her climax waning as George slowed his shafting rhythm, she was squirming on his desk when a knock sounded at the door. George made his last thrusts into her sperm-bubbling vagina and called out that he was busy chatting to Sheena. Whoever it was went away, and Sheena grinned. She was with the Boss, she reflected as he slipped his dripping cock out of her inflamed vaginal duct and sat back in his chair. And she’d be moving into the house very soon.

  ‘You were fantastic,’ she said, sitting upright on the desk and grinning at him.

  ‘So were you,’ he replied, gazing at her hairless sex lips, bulging between her slender thighs. ‘We must do this again.’

  ‘Yes, we will. We’ll do it every day, George.’

  ‘I’d rather you didn’t say anything to the boys, Sheena. I know that you wouldn’t tell them but . . . Just don’t say anything at all.’

  ‘No, I won’t. We’re going to be great together. I’m so pleased that we . . . Well, I’m pleased that I’ve got you. I did want Rod, but it’s you I want now.’

  ‘Back to our discussion,’ he said as she slipped off the desk and adjusted her dress.

  ‘Yes,’ she trilled, her pretty face beaming. ‘So, what are our plans?’

  Watching as he left his chair and zipped his trousers, she thought he looked concerned. He paced the floor and then poured himself another glass of whisky, and she feared the worst. He turned round several times, and faced her as if he were about to say something, but then just sipped his drink. Was he planning to tell his sons? she wondered hopefully. Or was he about to tell her that there would be no wedding?

  ‘What is it?’ she finally asked him.

  ‘We don’t have any plans, Sheena,’ he admitted. He knocked back his drink and refilled his glass before sitting on the edge of his desk. ‘I can’t marry you, if that’s what you’re thinking.’

  ‘But – but I thought . . .’

  ‘I asked you whether you’d go for me if you had the chance. I didn’t ask you to marry me.’

  ‘Oh, I see,’ she sighed, hanging her head. ‘So, we’re back to where we started?’

  ‘Yes, I’m afraid so. Look, we’ve been locked in here for long enough. I don’t want the boys getting the wrong idea.’

  ‘So, you want me to leave the house and never come back? You won’t allow me to marry Raymond or Rod, and you don’t want me . . .’

  ‘You don’t have to leave the house just yet. Go and talk to the others and have a few drinks and . . . Maybe we’ll talk again some time.’

  ‘Some time?’

  ‘You don’t seem to appreciate the position I’m in, Sheena. As it is, that friend of yours is getting her clutches into Raymond. There are too many problems, and I don’t like it.’

  ‘No, but you like fucking me,’ she murmured, walking to the door. ‘That’s all I’m good for, isn’t it? I’m a young slut who satisfies you and your sons, but I’m not good enough for . . .’

  ‘We’ll talk about it another time, Sheena.’

  Sheena opened the door, walked through the hall and left the house before she was confronted by one of the brothers. She’d made a mess of everything, she thought as she headed for her bedsit. Wishing that she’d never become involved with the family, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and hurried along the road. The money, the Castle Club, the wealthy family . . . She’d tried to infiltrate another world, but she had to accept the fact that she’d failed. As Nat had said, once a slut, always a slut. She’d make money from prostitution, she decided. She’d rent a nice flat and earn money and – and accept the world she lived in.

  Eleven

  Rod phoned Sheena the following morning. He wanted to know what his father had said, but Sheena didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to talk to Rod about anything, in fact, so she hung up. The phone rang again as she came out of the bathroom. Dressing in a very short skirt, skimpy top and leather boots, she again ignored it. She was trying to move on, to get away from Rod and his family and plan her life, and the only way to do that was by earning a lot of money and getting out of her seedy bedsit.

  Walking into town, she wondered whether to go and see the photographer and try to set something up to bring in some money. But she knew that he’d only pay a pittance for lesbian photos with Nat. She sat outside a café and ordered a cup of coffee to help her with some serious thinking. Forget the photographer, she decided. Although she wouldn’t be seeing Rod or his family again, she was still a member of the Castle Club. The punters at the club had money, she mused as a waitress brought a cup of coffee over to her table. They were businessmen, and they’d have wives who were prudes and weren’t into deep-throat sex. There was a market waiting to be exploited, she concluded, paying
the waitress and sipping her coffee.

  The first thing to do was to rent a decent flat, she decided. She had a couple of thousand pounds which would cover the deposit and, if Nat moved in with her . . . Wondering how the girl had got on with Raymond, she imagined her marrying into the wealthy family. That would be ironic. Then again, there was no way that George would allow Nat into the family. But she could put on a posh voice and she came across as educated, Sheena thought anxiously. If she got into the family and . . .

  ‘I want to talk to you,’ Deborah said as she stopped on the pavement and frowned at Sheena.

  ‘What about?’ Sheena asked her, fearing the worst.

  ‘You know damn well what about. Did you take that photo of Rod and that – that slut?’

  ‘I’ve already told you, it was sent to my mobile phone.’

  ‘Why would anyone send it to you?’

  ‘I don’t bloody know,’ Sheena returned angrily.

  ‘Anyway, I’m no longer with Rod and I’m steering well clear of that family. I suggest you do the same.’

  ‘I have done the same,’ Sheena sighed. ‘Me and Raymond have split up.’

  ‘I reckon Rod sent you that photograph.’

  ‘Rod?’ Sheena breathed, staring at the woman. ‘Why would he send it to me?’

  ‘He wanted you all along, Sheena.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘He’s been after you for ages.’

  ‘But I only met him twice at the house.’

  ‘And the other times. I’m not stupid, Sheena. I knew he was seeing you from the day you met him at that nasty little pub.’

  ‘You knew? But . . .’

  ‘I was prepared to allow him a little fun with a dirty slut on the side. But when Raymond brought you to the house and said that you were getting married . . . I knew what your game was, Sheena. You wanted to move into the house so that you could be with Rod.’

  ‘Yes, you’re right,’ Sheena confessed. ‘I wanted Rod all along, but . . . Well, it doesn’t matter now. George made it clear that he didn’t want me in the family, so that’s the end of that. Will you be going into business with the photographs?’