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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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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...
Saturday , and Elle's Birthday finally arrived, after what had seemed the longest week ever. The excited woman awoke bright 'n' early. Making a coffee, she gave herself a well deserved lay in. Drinking it in bed, outside the birds chirping, listening carefully she could hear bees buzzing in the background. It was also uncommonly warm for early June, she told herself. Smiling, she had a good feeling about the day to come. And so lazily reaching over and grabbing her favourite toys from the bedside cabinet; she began to imagine all the kinky and perverted things she was going to do to Stepfather when he arrived.
First things first, at just after nine, she called the restaurant she was sure Dennis would have booked for their meal. Well it had always been their favourite place to eat after all. Success, someone actually answered her call. Yes he had booked a table and months earlier apparently, the man confirmed. She then requested one of their private booths, and pleasantly surprised put their reservation back from 8 o'clock to 10:30, thanking the man and saying goodbye, she hung up. Next ringing Dennis, she told him to come by around 3 o’clock, but nothing else as she wanted to surprise him.
Hanging up before he could quiz her, she just lay there a minute or two, and thinking about the man. Sliding her cool hands up over her tight firm body, spreading her long slender fingers and massaging her full breasts. Groaning, she rolled her stiffening nipples between her fingers and thumbs and let out a contented little moan. Slapping them and making her tits quiver, she squealed with pleasure. Massaging her breasts with one hand, she slid the other down over her firm flat belly. And reaching between her splayed thighs, she rubbed her very wet pussy through the tiny knickers. Making the already damp material quite soggy, she shuddered. Urgently yanking the snug fitting gusset to one side, she slipped first one then two, then a third finger inside her squelching honey pot. Fucking herself, she slowly built a steady rhythm 'til at last she was slamming the sticky digits in and out with careless abandon. Smiling inwardly, she felt an Orgasm already building deep in the pit of her stomach. And slipping her moist index finger from her pussy, she began to rub and flick her itchy little bean. The nubbin standing proud and hard was painfully sensitive. Whenever she rubbed it like that, it always made her feet tingle and her toes curl. Her legs would begin to shake, and she got butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
Finally, screaming loudly, her orgasm exploded deep within her. Its speed and ferocity leaving her breathless and exhausted in its wake.
Taking a firm grip of her wet panty's, and wrapping the front panel around her fingers, she yanked the sodden garment upwards and crushing clitoris, the sopping material became lodged deep in the cleft between her engorged labia. Clamping her thighs tightly around her hand, a second even more powerful spend hit her hard. Picking up her favourite new toy, a Policeman's solid black rubber truncheon; some 10" long, by about 2" round, with a thick leather wrist strap. Spreading her legs, she plunged it deep into her hungry hole and thrusting her hips, met the intruder as it quickly filled her up.
Rolling over onto her belly and getting on her knees, she undulated her pelvis and rolling her hips, fucked herself. Dipping her chest and arching her back like a porno starlet. Looking back over her shoulder at her reflection in the full length mirror at the foot of the bed, she slapped her arse as hard as she could. Then reaching back she attempted to slide two fingers into her tight puckered ring. There was some initial resistance, as the stubborn muscle refused to give way. But with a huge grunt of determination and a little more effort, her insistent fingers were soon buried up to the second knuckle. Vigorously pumping them in and out of herself, she felt the tight ring begin to relax its grip on them a little. Burying her face in her pillows and biting down. Thrusting her arse backwards, she carried on fucking herself on the truncheon until moaning and swearing obscenities, she came again.
Reaching over and grabbing a string of blue Anal beads, she slid them up and down her wet gash and past the truncheon still buried in her. Lubricating them with her own juices and using both hands, she slowly fed the beads into her tight little bunghole. Pressing them home with her fingertips, she slowly forced them in one bead at a time. Before long, she could feel them nicely filling her up. And as they slowly sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. Feeling them pack her fudge tighter and tighter, smiling she knew that she would have trouble going to the toilet for the next few days at least.
But you know what, it didn't bother her one little bit. No she couldn't care less, she was horny as hell and had always loved the sensations these little balls would create. As rubbing together they would massage the inner walls of her velvety rectal cavity. Once they were fully home, she smoothed her fingers over her tight little anal whorl. And save for the slightest of bulges, and the string ith its little pink plastic ring hanging out. There was absolutely no sign of the beads what so ever. Becoming more and more comfortable with them, she absolutely loved what they were doing to her, as she rolled around on the bed. In fact she loved them so much, she decided to leave them in situe. Anyway she thought, with a wicked glint in her eye. They were also serving another very useful purpose as well.
Elle had actually gone to work many times before today, with either a vibrating butterfly strapped to her pussy. Or with a small Bluetooth bullet vibrator buried in her cunt. But she realised, never yet with a string of Anal beads or anything else for that matter up her arse. She got off on the fact that all of her colleagues and friends never suspected a thing whenever she did something as kinky as that. She had often wondered what they might say, if they knew. Smiling to herself, she thought about how she always managed to act so normal even demurely around them. When she had a whirring toy of some kind driving her insane. And anyway, why should they have any idea what she was up to. After all there would be nothing out of the ordinary about her appearance or her behaviour to suggest otherwise. She knew also that most everyone at the office thought that she was a frigid bitch. And that thinking she was uptight, that they called her the 'Ice Maiden' behind her back. She knew to that they thought butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. How wrong they were. Yes if only the poor bastards knew the truth. Knew of the depraved fantasies she had about them. Or the perverted things she wanted to do to most of them. If they did, they would have run a mile. Scared to death and demanded 24 hour police protection for sure…..
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She remembered one guy in particular, she had worked with him at her previous law firm. She really fancied him, a top barrister and senior partner, he was also her boss. Turned on by his power and charisma, she wanted him and badly. So working out how to get her hands on him, she invited both he and his dreadful wife Julia over to dinner one evening, on the pretext that she wanted to thank him for sorting her divorce. The first course was a Classic Prawn Cocktail. Elle had spent most of the afternoon prepping the meal, especially Julia's starter. Masturbating, she had inserted the woman's prawns into her recently fucked pussy to give them a special rich nutritious coating. Carefully draining the dish and dressing them, she placed the prawns in the fridge to chill.
Looking like a million dollars and greeting the couple warmly when they arrived. Giving the guy, Phillip an eye full of just what was on offer. Slipping a little something extra in his drink to make him more compliant and manageable, Elle smiling handed him his whiskey. Giving him a smouldering look, it told him exactly what she wanted. From there on she had flirted shamelessly with him all evening. Seeing him squirm in his seat and becoming more and more uncomfortable with both the situation he now found himself in and with his rapidly swelling erection. The latter less his wife should see it and get the wrong idea. Elle spurred on, turned the heat up to eleven.
With him becoming surprisingly nervous and clumsy, he began to stutter and to fall over his words. Watching him with doe eye, the younger woman could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. In turn becoming even bolder. Strangely she found herself wanting to get caught by his wife. Yes she suddenly found herself wanting the woman to punish her for what she was doing. She wanted her to take her bent over the dining table, and using one of her own strapons. Imagining him taking charge of them both, she pictured her boss face fucking her as he looked on and barked orders at the pair. Slipping her shoe off and playing her toes up and down the man's shin, she carried on chatting to his wife. Hidden from view by the overly large table centrepiece and taking full advantage of the room’s intimate lighting. Reaching under the table and squeezing his knee. Elle slowly unzipped Philip's pants. All signs of her activities obscured by the long white table cloth too, she slipped a pair of her warn panty's inside his open fly. Looping the satin delicate around his rigid cock and balls and arranging the gusset over his glans. Pulling them tight, she started to slowly jack the poor bastard off into them. Stopping whenever she felt him tense up and about to cum, he would almost groan with frustration every time. Now caught in Elle's tender trap and at her mercy, he hadn't stood a chance against her from the moment he and his wife had arrived. Completely shocked and in stunned silence, less his wife should suspect anything was going on. Philip had to just sit and take whatever Elle had in mind. And unable to say or do anything to stop her. Wishing his ordeal was over, he just wanted to get home and escape this lunatic beside him. Keeping on the pressure and feeling even more daring, Elle mercilessly carried on torturing him. Not knowing what to do or how to react to the situation. Philip found himself looking at Elle with pleading eyes, whilst his wife happily finishing her meal, was completely unaware of what was happening just across from her. Eventually taking pity on him and letting him cum. Elle felt the panty's flood with the biggest load the man had fired off in a long time. However with his cum running down his still rock hard shaft and her fingers, Elle continuing to wank his now painfully sensitive cock. Smiling wickedly she knew just how much his now very sensitive cock must have been hurting him. She also carried on chatting Julia as though nothing were happening. Eating her food, she eventually had milked him of every last drop of cum. Leaving the freshly soiled undies in place and giving them one last vicious upward tug. She ensured that Philip would spend the rest of the evening suffering from a Sevier case of blue balls. Zipping him up, she wiped her sticky hand on his crotch and looking him in the eye, she began to massage his dick back to life. Rubbing and squeezing him again, she felt a large and what would be a very embarrassing wet patch spread across his crotch. Sitting back and licking her fingers clean, she couldn't wait for the fireworks to begin.
“ Stupid fucking Bitch “.
Elle swore quietly under her breath, watching Julia eat.
‘There was this beautiful younger woman, she mused. ‘She’s sat next to your very powerful and desirable husband. Throwing herself at him, she has even been playing with his fucking cock. Just take a look and you’ll see. And all you can do is stuff you're your fucking face. Totally oblivious to what is happening right under your nose’.
Well it wasn't long after that night, that the couple met up again, and embarked on a hot and steamy affair. It only ended when the guy's wife finally found out about them and Elle had been forced to find another job. It had actually been Elle, who out of boredom with the man. Had anonymously sent his wife the DVD of them fucking…..
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Rolling onto her side now, and propping herself up. Clicking the TV remote, she watched a copy of that very DVD. It plainly showed her fucking the guy, right here on her bed. Yes Elle had secretly made films of all their love making sessions without his knowledge. As in fact she liked to film all of her lovers in action.
It would really turn her on to know once a guy had left and had gone home. That she could simply press a button, and relive the action all over again. She had nine cameras in all, strategically placed around the bedroom. So she could capture all of the action, from any angle. Later she would edit the films together, to make her own private porn movie. Hell the whole house had been rigged, so that no matter where she chose to have sex. She was sure of a great show later.
After an hour or so and several more Orgasms, she decided to take a long hot soak. Running the bath and filling it with expensive scented oils, she climbed in. Prickling her sensitive skin, the hot water soon had her aching body feeling good. Lying back and closing her eyes, she idly ran her soapy fingers all over her body. They felt great, so good in fact that before long she had cum and had nodded off. Waking about 40 minutes later, getting out of the tub and the now cool water. Drying off, she wrapped a large fluffy bath towel around herself and went through to the bedroom to relax a while.
Having dried off, she slipped into the new lingerie set she had just purchased for tonight, along with the new silk wrap and bedroom mules. Changing the bed linen and preparing the room, she went down to the lounge and pouring herself a large spritzer. Grabbing a magazine, she sat and waited for Dennis to arrive.
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Part Three...
It was a little past 3 o'clock when the bell rang. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, and waiting a couple of seconds for dramatic effect. Elle opened the door just a little and peering cautiously around it, saw her stepfather standing there. Smartly dressed and smiling....... |
