Smut Relay Part 8: Becoming Eleanor by May More

 

Continued from Smut Relay Part 7: Living Doll by Posy Churchgate

As Eleanor’s blouse fell to the floor Jay slapped the left side of her breast.

“Fuck Elly, you are smouldering. Your sister may be beautiful but it would be hard for any slut to be as sexy as you. Men would walk over broken glass to get their hands on your goods.”

He undid his fly and pushed Eleanor by her shoulders to a kneeling position. His cock bounced out of his trousers into her mouth. She looked up at Jay and saw the sheer longing in his eyes. What was it about this man that made her cunt throb? It wasn’t just that she always wanted what her sister had. It was more a primitive urge to be taken and used by a man who knew his own mind.

Eleanor glanced at her older sister – distress was written all over Elizabeth’s face as Jay’s vibrator, still strapped against her clitoris, was no longer proving pleasurable.

Eleanor made a decision. She wanted this man but needed to take some control and not be the object used to taunt her own sister.

Jay had her by the back of the head, cock in as deep as he could.

She let him use her mouth like a cunt for a bit and then teased the tip of his knob with her tongue. He was moaning and stroking the hair back from her face.

“Ah, good girl Elly, so young but I can tell you have a natural gift for cock sucking. Stroke my balls for me sweet lips.”

She began doing as he asked and when he was totally engrossed in her actions, with an almighty shove, she freed herself from his grasp and grabbed her shirt.

“What the fuck?” Jay yelled. “Elly, get on your knees now, bitch.”

“Later,” Eleanor purred, dusting his cheek with her fingertips. “You need to tend to Elizabeth and when I am ready I’ll let you know.”

She walked out the door with a smile on her face. Used to getting what he wanted from numerous women, she heard him exclaim in the background,

“That is some badass sassy bitch.”

The following day Eleanor persuaded Elizabeth to leave Jay. She realised her sister was always going to be too weak to keep a guy like him under control.

After their chat, Elizabeth decided to make a break and put in place the necessary plans to go to New York and pursue her acting dream. (This is where she met Richard).

Eleanor turned her attention to Jay. Inviting him over. He practically flew through the door. She was dressed to impress with a fishnet body suit from head to toe. He literally tore it to bits getting at her flesh. Then without any preliminaries, he sunk his cock into her tight cunt. Supporting himself on his elbows he fucked her slowly and wouldn’t come until she was screaming out in ecstasy.

They lay on her bed while Eleanor explained that Elizabeth was going to New York. He played with her nipples, seemingly not bothered about Elizabeth’s imminent departure.

Eleanor continued by lecturing Jay about his other women and estranged wife, explaining she would not compete with them and if he really wanted her, he’d need to prove it by disposing of the sluts in his life.

He begged, “But they mean nothing to me Elly – you’re the one.”

She was insistent. From now on men would dance to her tune, not the other way around.

After a short time, Jay returned to Eleanor, with divorce proceedings in place. She didn’t want to marry him but she did want him to fuck her until the insatiable need subsided. Secretly wondering if she would ever have enough of this crude, rough chancer. Every girl loves a bad boy, right?

Eleanor was very close to her grandfather, a butcher who came from Greece as a young man and set up a shop. It was at this time that he sadly died. She was inconsolable. Not even Jay’s attempts to show compassion helped. They had had a very special relationship and he had left her all his personal belongings.

Eleanor spent hours going through her Grandfather’s effects and came across a bundle of correspondence written nearly thirty years ago, about his daughter – Elly’s Mother. When her Mum became pregnant as a seventeen-year-old teenager, she was sent away to family in Greece to have the baby, Elizabeth. They returned and soon after Eleanor’s Mum met her Dad and married him.

This was news – she and Elizabeth were in fact, half-sisters.

She could not put the letters down and learned all about the circumstances around her mother’s pregnancy and who Elizabeth’s father actually was.

To be continued ~ Smut Relay Part 9 by Cousin Pons


About the author:
I live in the UK and have my own sex blog to highlight that people have a choice how to express themselves sexually and that communication is key. I advocate that sex should be liberating and not bound by social conventions. My writing is inherently personal – with posts describing my own sexual ventures into bondage. Recently I have also penned some erotic fiction. Occasionally I write more earnest articles pertaining to topical lifestyle issues.


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