Smut Relay Part 9: Dropping Anchor by Cousin Pons

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Continued from Smut Relay Part 8: Becoming Eleanor by May More

Eleanor put Jay on hold while she tried to find out more about the mystery of Elizabeth’s father. It would do him good to be denied her pussy for a bit. He wouldn’t go short as she knew there were plenty of others who would be only to keen to open up for him.

The letters her grandfather had left her were rather sketchy concerning what actually happened. It seemed that Eleanor’s mum, Gillian, had being going out with a young lad called Ben Carter. Later letters hinted that he had moved away with his parents before finding out that he was Elizabeth’s father.

Eleanor was a cunning and devious soul and took to rummaging through her mother’s things for more information. Eventually she found an old buff envelope in a chest of drawers. It contained a few letters which gave her the lead she needed. Her mother had never stopped loving Ben if the letters were anything to go by.

“Darling Gill,

Thank you so much for your letter.

I’m in so much pain not being able to hold you and baby Elizabeth in my arms. Thank you so much for the photograph of her. That means so much to me. How I long to see you both. But you father made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

In the middle of the night or as I’m walking down the street I just have such a longing to be with you. People must wonder why my eyes suddenly fill with tears. But I can’t help it.

My parents tell me to knuckle down to my studies at technical college but it’s almost impossible. I just keep thinking about you. That first afternoon together. Listening to music and making love on the bedroom floor.

Drop me a line when you can.

All my love darling and kisses for baby Elizabeth.

Ben”

This didn’t paint her grandfather in a good light, hinting as it did of bribery. There were three more letters in a similar vein. Also in the envelope was a photo of her mother and Ben. Happy smiling teenagers larking about. At least now she knew what he looked like.

At that time she did no more about tracking him down. She let Jay back into her knickers and life meandered along in a predictable fashion.

Years later when she was idly thumbing through a magazine at the doctor’s an article caught her eye. It was about a recording studio on a Caribbean island. It was mainly concerned with the famous bands that came to record on ‘this island paradise’ but there were a few words about a certain Ben Carter from England who managed the studios. There was even a photo of him. It was definitely Elizabeth’s dad. His hair was longer but the smile was identical. A chill went down Eleanor’s spine. Now, when she least expected it, the past had reappeared. Did he know that Elizabeth was dead she wondered. Probably not. She desperately needed to speak to him.

***

On the yacht, which was now anchored in a sheltered bay, things seemed to be spiralling out of control. Richard was still chained up below deck and refusing to pay. The men were getting bored and lecherous. Mutiny was in the air.

Eleanor pleaded with Richard. ‘If you don’t pay him. Jay will kill me. It’s as simple as that. He’s fucked me every which way and tonight the men are going to take turns with me. He jokingly calls it a crew bang. Do you really want that Richard? Do you want to see your wife debased in this way?’

‘From what I’ve seen and heard Eleanor you seem to be taking quite some pleasure from fucking Jay and six more men will be grist to your mill.’

Eleanor started to cry. She was as much of an actress as Elizabeth had ever been and turning on the waterworks came easily to her. .

‘I didn’t mean that Elly. I’m sorry. It’s just that I can’t take any more.’

‘Well pay him and then we can go.’

‘It’s not as simple as that. I’m not as rich as I seem.’

‘Poppycock.’

Later, as Eleanor sucked Jay off, she explained during a brief pause in the proceedings, that Richard was adamant he wasn’t going to pay. ‘Even the threat of a gang bang failed to elicit any sympathy from him.’

‘Well perhaps I should set the men on him.’ Jay roared with laughter and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. As she looked up at him he felt ever so slightly concerned that Eleanor’s pristine teeth looked as sharp as a great white’s. There was something in her eyes that troubled him. But it didn’t stop him shooting his load and crying out loud enough to be heard in Tallahassee.

‘Good bitch,’ he said as he put his cock back in his pants. ‘You never fail me.’

‘Eloquent as ever Jay.’

He ignored her jibe and started to frown. ‘Gone a bit quiet out there hasn’t it. I can’t hear the men grunting and farting.’

‘They’ve gone to the island. A bit of shore leave.’

‘What!’

They didn’t take much persuading especially when I gave them some spending money.’

‘Are you mad?’

Jay raced out of the cabin screaming in anger only to be stopped in his tracks by a man pointing a pistol at him.

‘Hello Ben’ said Eleanor. Glad you could make it.’

To be continued: Smut Relay Part 10: Unexpected Friend by Lord Raven


About the author:
I started writing erotica a year ago. It was almost the first time I had dipped my pen in an inkwell since leaving school. I enjoy most areas of the arts, especially literature, architecture and fine art. I used to work in theatre and television but I am now retired and have taken up photography as a hobby.


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