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The adventures of Elle.
Book One.
Elle's birthday treat
By
KJH
Part one...
Elle Van der pyre considered herself to be Dutch like her parents, even though she had been raised all her life in England. Speaking with a slight Geordie twang she carried a dual nationality passport. Her family having emigrated here, when her Mother was still expecting, had moved up to the industrial Northeast shortly after, when she was still just a baby.
Her Father a successful architect, had been killed in a terrible Automobile accident when she was still very young. And so she had little recollection of the man, which tended to upset her on occasions. It meant too, that for most of her formative years, it had been just herself and her beautiful young Mother. A rich and successful cosmetic surgeon, who she loved dearly. As she grew older, they became more like best friends, or close Sisters, rather than your typical Mother & Daughter. Elle had also become a very jealous person, and was deeply suspicious and resentful of anyone she didn't know, or tried she felt to muscle their way into their lives. She was so possessive of her Mother, that the poor woman had long ago lost count of the number of potential partners Elle had chased off.
By the time she was 33, Elle had actually been married herself, but was now single again, having gotten divorced after only a few years. It was about that time that her mother met Dennis, and had fallen head over heels in love with the man. Having recently been through a very messy divorce himself, he refused to talk much about his ex-wife. All he would say if pressed, was that she was a cast iron bitch who had taken him to the cleaners big time. Dennis was a few years younger than Elle's mother, and only 11 years older than the woman herself. He was very funny, charming, extremely intelligent, and sophisticated. He was also great company to be around.
At first though, as with all the others, Elle both distrusted and hated the man. She felt that once again an outsider was trying to come between her Mother and herself. But gradually, over time she relented and began to warm to the very thick skinned and determined guy. As a result things kept improving between them, 'til thanks solely to his dogged perseverance, they became good friends. In fact Dennis became like the older Brother and sometimes Father figure she had never known, growing up.
Dennis was a very wealthy man. He was 5'9", with striking blue eyes, a thick shock of curly brown hair and a good physique. The sole owner of a very successful corporate branding consultancy. Travelling the world on business, he would often take Elle's Mother along with him.
At 5'6" Elle was a real stunner, a younger version of her beautiful Mother. Always impeccably turned out and nicely tanned, she had long shapely legs, flared hips with a tight waist and firm breasts. Her best asset she thought by far, was a Backside that wouldn't quit. It was in the bedroom that she had really learnt to make the most of it. Dominating her lovers, she could do things that would quite literally take their breath away. But more on that in a little while. Her long naturally shaggy hair, cascading wildly over her shoulders, framed the most beautiful angelic face. A face that belied her true wicked nature.
Her vices of which she had many, included chain smoking. She was probably responsible for a possible hole in the ozone layer above her home, her friends would joke. Their shit never bothered her, no she didn't care what either they or anyone else thought of her. Extremely assertive and opinionated about most things, she had a mind to express her opinions. Often doing so without thinking first, she tended to upset a lot of people and regularly land herself in hot water. Extremely intelligent, she didn't suffer fools gladly and didn't care how much she upset or hurt those she considered inferior to herself.
Open minded, she was very adventurous in the bedroom. If asked she would describe herself as a sexual Piranha. She loved causing havoc too and would get up to all kinds of mischief. Then sitting back, watch in amusement as those around her squirmed. Caught up in the fallout from her actions.
Although she enjoyed her job very much, as a legal secretary. Being efficiently, she made sure she had plenty of spare time during her days. And being the highly sexual person she was, she would spend most of her spare time daydreaming. Entering into the fantasy world she had created for herself to play in long ago. She would indulge herself every opportunity she got. It was a place where almost anything she could imagine was possible, and oh boy did she have an imagination. As she would say of herself, She had always thought about sexual taboos. Things a little away from the normal side of interaction with men.
Sometimes she liked to be dominant and at others submissive. She loved bondage, being spanked and a little anal play too. When feeling especially kinky, she loved to feel a lover's fingers wrapped tightly around her throat, with him choking her as he rammed her tight pussy with his big fat cock. The thought of extreme play was something that Elle had always fantasised about, and would feature heavily in her daily fantasy sessions. Always making her wet, she never failed to cum, and quickly. There were things she hadn't tried yet like Orgies, swinging and sex with another woman. She vowed to herself though that one day she would try them all, and more besides.
Elle loved to role play with her lovers. She loved playing the dominant school teacher or the naughty sixth former. The kinky nun, nurse or police woman, and the seductive secretary. Her favourite fantasy by far though, was that of the slutty daughter. And over time she had brought many outfits, toys and props for all of these fantasies.
For the past few years Elle had been having a torrid and passionate affair with Dennis, who by now had actually become her Stepfather. Having married her Mother some 4 years earlier. It was at the couple's wedding that the young woman first became attracted to the man.
On seeing him in his morning suit and shaved for a change, he looked very handsome. The next thing she knew, her knees buckled a little, her nipples began to tingle and stiffen, and her tiny panty's flooded with excitement. You see men in suits or for that matter uniforms, always did it for her, and turned her on. In fact she got herself into such a state, just seeing Dennis all dressed up, that she was forced to quietly slip away and masturbate. On returning to the reception a little while later and watching him dance with her Mother, she became even more aroused and had to disappear again.
It was soon after the wedding that she began to fantasise about him. But Dennis was now her Father, and it was wrong to want him. It was taboo, and anyway she couldn't very well steal him away from her own Mother. She simply couldn't, could she. She decided after much deliberation, that no she couldn't and that she should leave well alone. So avoiding him whenever possible, throwing herself into her job, the gym and even her hobbies. She tried desperately to put the man out of her mind. But try as she might, it was no use. Losing sleep, unable to concentrate or even to eat properly. Over the following few weeks her fantasies becoming much more vivid and extreme. She became more and more frustrated until finally one day she snapped.
" Damn it, i want him, he should be mine ".
She hissed in frustration through the dirty knickers she had stuffed into her mouth, to prevent her from making to much noise. Cumming all over her fingers, whilst fucking herself on the Dido stuck on the wall of her shower, She bit down on the filthy rag and slapping a hand over her mouth, imagined that it was Dennis who had stuffed the Panty’s in her mouth to shut her up, before fucking her. And that it was his strong hand now tightly covering her mouth that along with the knickers was doing an excellent job of stifling her screams and her cries for help. Savagely fucking herself on the rubber cock, she imagined it was Dennis's cock filling her up. She pretended too that ordering her to be quiet, the evil man had threatened to hurt both she and her other, if she didn't do as she was told.
Dropping down and crouching under the cold spray after the powerful spend she had just given herself. Her shaking legs had given way under her. Quaking and breathing heavily, Elle was now more than ever determined that she was going to claim Dennis as her own. Quickly coming up with the perfect excuse to get him to her place, to seduce him. She invited both he and her Mother over the following Saturday morning. Giving the woman a lame excuse about needing their help, she had asked her if she would be able measure up and choose new curtains for downstairs, whilst Dennis took a look at her shower upstairs. Now having noticed Dennis eyeing her up, on more than one occasion over the last few months. And having playfully flirted with him many times. Elle setting out to brazenly seduce the man, quickly made her move. Her scheme worked perfectly, and whilst her Mother had been downstairs, having told them both not to disturb her. She had been upstairs on her hands and knees, with her new father's big hard prick pistoning in and out of her tight arsehole from behind.
After that they would meet up in secret whenever they could, with her Mother never suspecting a thing. It would have broken Elle's heart, if ever she had found out about them. So the pair always made sure that they were very careful, as Dennis too didn't want to hurt his wife either for that matter. It was no use fighting her feelings anymore either, Elle was totally addicted to the man and his powerful cock, and couldn't get enough of either. Dennis was a great lover, always thoughtful, always attentive to her every need. He was actually more interested in giving her pleasure, unlike most other men who only ever seemed to take take take. He was also adventurous, and very inventive in the bedroom. And he turned out to be just as kinky as she was.
Then one day disaster struck, her Mother died. Ironically she was killed in a freak car accident, just like Elle's real father, all those years earlier. Dennis and Elle appeared to everybody to be there for one another. Each the others rock were very supportive at the funeral. In public at least, they were seen to be there for one another during that most difficult and harrowing of periods. But in private, behind closed doors, it was another story altogether. You see almost immediately their guilt had begun to eat them up and to tear them apart. The couple had gone away that weekend for a romantic brake. They had actually been up in their suite fucking, when the accident had happened. As a result, it was not long after the funeral that they stopped having any kind of contact and drifted apart.
At first they had each blamed themselves for not being there for her, when the woman was killed. But inevitably over time, Elle began to put most of the blame on Dennis, to try to make him feel guilty for her mother's death instead. As it had been his idea for them to go away that weekend. She kept telling him that it was his fault they weren't there for her. And so, quickly learning to hate him all over again, she began to wish him dead too. But really folks, i ask you. What could they have done about it, even if they had been there. Absolutely nothing, and they would have both surely died as well, when the artic slammed into the side of the car and it exploded....
It was now a week before Elle's 41st birthday, when the phone rang. Picking up the receiver and answering it, she cheerfully asked who was calling. It was Dennis, her breath catching, her heart missed a beat, and sank like a lead balloon.
" Oh it's you.... What do you want Dennis..... I'm really busy right now ".
The pair hadn't seen each other or spoken in nearly 10 months by this point. And she didn't want to talk to him now either. But listening to him, the woman suddenly realised just how much she had missed him. Soon they had started to reminisce and even began to flirt with each other.
Laughing about things they had done together, and at funny stories about Elle's Mother. Inevitably the conversation turned to sex. Dennis had no trouble manipulating his Stepdaughter, he never had had. And before she knew it, he had her panting, and sat there with her legs wide open. Making her put the phone on hands free, he had her open her blouse and lift her tits free of her bra. Ordering her to pinch her sensitive nipples, which he knew she loved. He made her viciously pull and twist and tug on them until she burst into tears. Telling her to slip her knickers off, she left them dangling from her foot. He then made the woman spank her over excited pussy as hard as she could, before fucking it with the TV remote. Fingering her arse too, screaming, Elle's body reeled from one massive Orgasm to the next, as she did as told. Using the crudest possible language, Dennis told Elle all the nasty thing he missed doing with her.
Soon it was Elle's turn to make Dennis beg. Mercilessly teasing him, she would bring him to the very brink of Orgasm time and again. Holding him there using words alone, she soon had him panting and begging her for release, over and over again. At last she ordered him to shoot his load and to cum all over his face. Dennis being double jointed, and the only man she knew the could fillet his own cock. She made him lick himself clean after.
When they had both cleaned themselves up and calmed down. The man tentatively spoke again.
" So Elle..... I was just wondering, would you Erm er. Would you like to go for a meal. Just as friends, no funny business, i promise..... It's just that i've missed you so much, and i'd love to help you celebrate your Birthday next week...... I thought I could pick you up on Saturday evening, at say seven o'clock...... If that's okay with you of course ".
Everything went quiet, on the other end of the line, and he thought that he'd blown it. Then after a few moments Elle replied.
" Okay. Yes that would be lovely….Daddy.
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Part Two...
This is the first part of a book I have been writing for a very long time.
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