Indecent Pursuit

by Ray Gordon

  Sheena felt her stomach churn and her hands tremble as Rod wandered into the kitchen and said that his father was waiting for her in his study. This was it, she thought, following him through the hall. In a way, she hoped that he was going to offer her money to disappear. Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? No, he wouldn’t do that. She walked into the study and gazed at George. Rod closed the door behind her and left her to her fate. What the hell did the Boss want with her?

  ‘Good morning, Sheena,’ he said, looking up from his desk and indicating for her to sit opposite him. ‘I’m glad you could make it.’

  ‘So, what’s this all about?’ she asked, standing before him.

  ‘After our little chat last night, I did some thinking.’

  ‘Oh?’

  He looked her up and down and frowned. ‘What on earth have you been up to?’ he asked her. ‘Your clothes are . . .’

  ‘I’ve been to the woods,’ she cut in, brushing her blouse. ‘I like the woods.’

  ‘Oh, I see. As I was saying, I did some thinking and I came to the conclusion that . . .’

  ‘You want to hire me as a slut?’

  ‘No, no. I came to the conclusion that I could help you.’

  ‘Help me take my knickers off, you mean?’

  ‘You wanted Rod all along, didn’t you?’

  ‘Well, I did. But if you . . .’

  Sheena walked to a door leading out to a balcony as he answered his phone and started talking to someone about business. This was a waste of time, she thought, wondering what the hell she was doing in the house when she could have been earning money from men in the park. She opened the door and stepped on to the balcony, then gazed across the lawn at the summerhouse. The garden was like a park, she thought, sure they must have a gardener. It would be lovely to live there, but what with Rod and Charles and David and Raymond and George . . . She’d never fit in, she was convinced. George joined her on the balcony.

  ‘Do you like it here?’ he asked her. ‘The gardens are lovely.’

  ‘Yes, of course I do,’ she returned. ‘I’ve always lived in flats, I’ve never had a garden. You should try living in a poxy bedsit with no bloody money.’

  ‘As I said last night, I’ve been in your position. Talking of last night, I had a long chat with Rod after you’d gone.’

  ‘Just get to the point.’

  ‘All right, come with me.’

  Following him out of the study and up a huge flight of stairs, Sheena couldn’t begin to think what he had in mind. Apart from sex, of course. Walking along the landing past half a dozen oak doors, she was sure that he wanted to screw her. That was fine, she thought, as long as he paid well. He led her into a huge bedroom, closed and locked the door behind her and sat on the edge of the double bed. She was about to unbutton her top when he pointed to a fitted wardrobe and asked her to open the sliding doors.

  She did as he asked and gazed longingly at dozens of expensive dresses hanging on the rail. There must have been twenty pairs of shoes on the floor of the wardrobe along with fitted drawers full of silk knickers and stockings. Was he going to ask her to marry him? she wondered as he stood behind her and stroked her long blonde hair. She couldn’t see a wedding dress. He turned her to face him, unbuttoned her top and slipped the garment off her shoulders. She smiled as he squeezed the firm mounds of her teenage breasts and toyed with her elongated nipples. It was sex that he wanted, she concluded, wondering how much to charge him.

  ‘You’re a pretty little thing,’ he said, tugging her skirt down. ‘But you’re also very naughty. You’ve destroyed Rod’s relationship with Deborah and Julia is threatening to leave David. And Caroline isn’t at all happy with Charles because of . . .’

  ‘What are you going to do about it?’ she cut in as he tugged her wet knickers down and gazed at the hairless pads of her full sex lips. ‘I’m a naughty little girl, so what are you going to do about it?’

  ‘Give you a good spanking, for starters.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘You’ve caused a lot of trouble, Sheena. Now bend over the back of that chair.’

  She took her position over the back of the chair with her rounded buttocks jutting out, and grinned as the palm of his hand landed squarely across her bum cheeks with a loud slap. She still had no idea what his long-term plan was, but she was more than happy to have crude sex with him. He knew how to treat a dirty little teenage girl, she mused as he repeatedly slapped the rounded cheeks of her reddening buttocks. Again and again, his hand landed across her tense flesh, the stinging pain permeating her young bottom as she squirmed and gasped. This was more like it, she reflected, hoping that his cock was hard and ready for her tight vaginal sheath – and that he had his wallet with him.

  ‘You’re a bad girl,’ he groaned, slapping the backs of her thighs. ‘A very bad little girl.’

  ‘More,’ she gasped. ‘Spank me harder.’

  ‘I’ll spank your little bottom until you beg for mercy, you naughty little girl.’

  The gruelling spanking drove Sheena into a sexual frenzy. She parted her feet wide as she felt her pussy milk streaming from her hot sex hole to course down her inner thighs. She lifted her head as he stopped spanking her, hoping her punishment wasn’t over. He unbuckled his leather belt and held it high above his head, then brought it down across her firm bottom with a loud crack. Sheena let out a cry of pleasure as the belt lashed her stinging buttocks again. Had he lost control? she wondered as the leather repeatedly bit into the taut flesh of her glowing buttocks.

  ‘Naughty little girl,’ he bellowed as he thrashed her. ‘I’ve a good mind to fuck your little bottom-hole for the way you’ve behaved.’

  ‘Yes, please,’ she whimpered as the belt lashed her rounded bottom. ‘Fuck my arse hard. Fuck my arse and spunk me.’

  He dropped the belt to the floor, lowered his trousers and pressed his solid knob between the fire-red cheeks of her twitching buttocks. She gasped and quivered uncontrollably as his purple globe forced its way past her defeated anal sphincter muscles and sank deep into her rectal duct. If this was the sort of husband he’d turn out to be, she’d be the happiest slut in the world, she thought dreamily as he impaled her completely on his huge cock. She again cried out as he grabbed her shapely hips and began his long, slow fucking motions. Mumbling crude words as he repeatedly drove his huge knob deep into the dank heat of her bowels, he again slapped her glowing buttocks as she squirmed and whimpered in the grip of her illicit ecstasy.

  His cock was thick and long, she thought happily as he buried his bulbous knob deep in the very core of her teenage body. It was far bigger than any of his sons’ – he’d make an ideal husband and lover. Did Rod know of his father’s plans? she wondered as her anal ring rolled back and forth along his veined shaft. Had the old man told him that he’d be marrying Sheena? Rod had seemed happy enough, she reflected. Although they were an odd family, she knew she’d be happy living in the huge house as Mrs Robertson. She’d also be happy to fuck all five men.

  Her inflamed rectal duct finally lubricated with creamy sperm, Sheena listened to the old man’s gasps and moans as he drained his swinging balls. She’d make him a very happy man, she promised to herself as he repeatedly spanked her rounded bum cheeks. She’d also make his sons happy, if that’s what they wanted. Five men, she thought again. Five men, five hard cocks, money . . . What more could a young girl want?

  ‘I needed that,’ George gasped as he slowed his anal shafting rhythm. ‘I’ve been thinking about fucking your tight little bumhole since last night.’

  ‘As long as I make you happy, that’s all that matters,’ Sheena breathed as his cock slipped out of her rectal tube with a loud sucking sound. ‘I’ll always be here for you, George.’

  ‘That’s good to know,’ he allowed shakily. Sitting on the edge of the bed and recovering from his orgasm, he grinned at her. ‘So, do you like your bedroom?’

  ‘My bedroom?’ she said, frowning as she hauled her young body upright. ‘You m
ean, this is my bedroom?’

  ‘Yes, of course. And the clothes and shoes are yours. I had them delivered this morning.’

  ‘Wow, I can’t believe it,’ she trilled. ‘So, when will I become Mrs Robertson?’

  ‘Sooner than you think. By the way, I’ve opened a bank account for you.’

  ‘That was quick.’

  ‘I arranged it on the phone earlier. Your cheque book and papers are in the bedside drawer.’

  ‘I’ve never been happier,’ she whimpered, sitting in the chair and wiping a tear from her glowing cheek. ‘I can hardly believe this.’

  ‘I realise that you’ll screw around, but . . .’

  ‘No, no, I won’t.’

  ‘There’s no need to lie to me, Sheena. There’ll be other men like the one you met in the park this morning.’

  ‘You – you know about that?’

  ‘I know everything. All I ask is that you be careful.’

  ‘Yes, yes, I will. George, I – I don’t know what to say. I’ll be Mrs Robertson and you’re giving me money and my freedom . . .’

  ‘There’s no need to say anything. All I ask in return is a little naughty fun now and then.’

  ‘Yes, of course. There’s nothing I’d like more than . . . What about the boys? Have you told them?’

  ‘Rod knows, obviously. But the others are at the office. I’ll talk to them this evening.’

  ‘Wow, this is amazing. Oh, er . . . How did Nat get on with Raymond?’

  ‘He’s fallen for her big time. Mind you, Raymond falls in love every five minutes so I don’t think it will last. Are you worried about her?’

  ‘Yes, I am. We’ve been friends since we were kids. I suppose I don’t like the idea of leaving her behind.’

  ‘Well, let’s see what happens. I suppose, at the very least, she could be a live-in housekeeper or something.’

  ‘Really? Wow, that would be great.’

  ‘I’ll leave you to dress. The clothes and shoes should all fit you.’

  ‘Thanks, George. You’ve made my life.’

  ‘Thank you,’ he said, chuckling as he pulled his trousers up and left the room.

  Trying on several dresses, Sheena couldn’t believe that she was going to marry George. She looked around her room and discovered an en-suite luxury bathroom, as well as a television and hi-fi equipment neatly concealed in a cabinet opposite the bed. She opened the bedside drawer and gazed at the cheque book, then punched the air with her fist. She’d made it, she thought excitedly. After a long and hard quest, she’d finally reached her goal. But what if the boys tried to put a stop to the wedding? she wondered fearfully. Charles might be angry, or Raymond or David might . . .

  ‘Hi,’ she said as Rod walked into the room.

  ‘Wow, you look great in that dress.’

  ‘Yes, it’s really nice. Have you heard the news?’

  ‘I knew all along,’ he replied, grinning at her.

  ‘And? I mean, you don’t mind?’

  ‘Mind? Why the hell should I mind?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ she sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘I suppose I thought we would of . . .’

  ‘You are lovely, Sheena. I thought we would of . . . You’re wonderful. So, are you a happy girl now?’

  ‘Yes, very.’

  ‘My father has gone to the office for a while. When he gets back, we’ll arrange a party for this evening.’

  ‘Wow, yes. Can my friend, Nat, come?’

  ‘Of course she can.’

  He sat next to Sheena on the bed, pushed her back gently and slipped his hand up her dress to massage the swell of her vulval lips through her silk knickers. Sheena breathed heavily as he pulled her knickers to one side and slid two fingers into the wet sheath of her young vagina. This was amazing, she thought as her juices of arousal flowed and her clitoris swelled. She’d be married to George and have Rod to please her and . . . Did George know that Rod would be fucking her? she wondered. Would he mind sharing his wife with his four sons?

  As Rod parted her legs wide and drove his solid cock deep into the wet heat of her young vagina, she let out a rush of breath and locked her full lips to his in a passionate kiss. The old man’s spunk oozing from the inflamed eye of her anus, Rod’s purple knob about to flood her tightening vagina with sperm . . . She’d found her sexual heaven, she thought happily. Money, luxury, and all the sex she wanted.

  As Rod’s sperm jetted from his throbbing knob, lubricating their mind-blowing coupling, he thrust his rock-hard cock into her contracting sex sheath again and again. Sheena reached her own climax, her clitoris pulsating wildly as she clung to Rod’s trembling body and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. As they wrapped themselves around each other, Sheena knew she was in love with Rod. But even if she had become his wife, she could never have been faithful to him. Once a slut, she thought as her orgasm finally began to fade.

  ‘You’re from heaven,’ he breathed, finally resting his deflating cock deep within the wet sheath of her inflamed vagina. ‘An angel from heaven.’

  ‘A slut from hell,’ she returned with a giggle. ‘I hope you realise that I won’t be able to do this when I’m married.’

  He chuckled as he slipped his flaccid penis out of her young vagina and lay on his back beside her. ‘I’ll fuck you every day when you’re Mrs Robertson,’ he said.

  ‘You are a naughty boy. What will your father say if he finds out? I would of thought . . .’

  ‘He’ll be very happy to think that I have a lovely wife who . . .’

  ‘What?’ she exclaimed, sitting upright. ‘What the fuck do you mean?’

  ‘I mean, my father will be happy that we’re married and . . .’

  ‘But I thought . . .’

  ‘Thought what?’

  ‘I . . .’

  ‘By the way, I’ve booked our honeymoon. I’m taking you to Los Angeles. After the wedding, we’ll have the reception here and then we’ll fly out to . . .’

  ‘Rod.’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘I love you.’

  ‘And I love you, my soon-to-be Mrs Robertson. You’ll like Los Angeles. What we’ll do is . . .’

  ‘Rod.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Just shut up and fuck me again. Fuck me senseless.’

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