April 30, 2010

• Ellen, Part 1

  She really didn’t think her body was anything special.  At 20, almost 21, she figured she was fully grown yet her breasts were a mere 34B.  Tiny little bubbles on her thin frame.  Her hips were also small and while she had a bit of a round ass, she never developed a big booty, which was all the rage in the largely black neighborhood where this little white girl grew up.  She often thought she was too thin and had kind of an emaciated look.  She did have long silken hair which she dyed a honey blonde color.  She thought it was her best feature even though it was out of a bottle.  Her face was rather plain with no particular distinguishing marks except a small scar in front of one ear.  A tiny reminder of a fall she took as a small child trying to break up a fight between her parents.  Her skin was smooth and just too pasty white pale.  She didn’t spend much time outside or with other people and in general was a very shy girl.

   

  Ellen was feeling rather depressed looking at herself naked in the mirror.  Adam, her boyfriend of the past two years must see something different when he looks at her, she thought.  He was always complimenting her and showing her off proudly to his friends.  Occasionally, he would make her show her naked body parts to them, grabbing her when she was coming out from a shower, or exposing some part of her body when her skimpy clothes allowed him to.  She didn’t mind the way he exposed her body to his friends because he always did it in a way that showed he was proud of her.  She still felt the need to cover up what she could and often wiggled in his arms as he pulled up her dress to show off her legs or pulled down her top to expose her breasts.  Somehow she felt safe in his arms and enjoyed his playfulness.

   

  Adam was the first man to really show her any positive attention.  Oh, there were boys in high school but they always seemed to just want to grab her tits and get their cock into her.  She learned that once they got into her pants, their interest in her seemed to fade.  She wasn’t too surprised.  She really didn’t have a lot to offer beside sex.  She wasn’t very funny, or very smart, or very beautiful or particularly athletic.  She was a very shy child and grew up pretty much by herself, afraid to let anyone too close to her because they would find out about her alcoholic mother and abusive father.

   

  Adam was different though.  First of all he was a real man.  He was 35; she was 19 when they first met.   She was working in the grocery store full time and she first saw him there and he would talk to her while checking out. Then she met him at a bar one night and they talked and he seemed genuinely taken with her.  When she was with him, he made her feel beautiful.  He was always complimenting her and touching her in a very soft caressing way.  He asked her questions that no one had ever ever asked her, like what she wanted to do with her life.  What dreams she had.  What she aspired to.  She didn’t know how to answer these questions.  She had never even thought about them before. (Not counting her daydreams about being Brittany Spears or Paris Hilton.)

   

  And the other thing that made him different was that even after they had sex, he still liked her.  He seemed to like her even more. He was also teaching her a lot.  He liked to show her how he liked to have sex.  He taught her five different ways to give blow jobs, with gloves and lubricants and sometimes just her hand.  His favorite way was having her use a lubricant, grabbing his cock in one hand, completely circling it.  Starting with long strong slow strokes while she looked up into his eyes.  Then rubbing up and down faster and faster and slapping the head against her cheek, putting it in her mouth just as he came and swallowing his cum. 

   

  He also taught her a lot of new positions and he was conscious of her pleasure.  None of her other boyfriends had ever cared if she had an orgasm but Adam did and while she didn’t always cum with him, she did a lot of the time.  She liked it when he ate her pussy and he had such a great technique that she never got tired of it even though she found it difficult to reach a climax this way.  She often would fake an orgasm when he did this if she felt he was getting tired.  He liked it when she came and she was so good at faking that he never knew, but licking her clit did get her very excited.  Sometimes after he came and fell asleep, she would get herself off by quietly masturbating herself next to him in the bed.  It was too obvious on her back with her legs spread open so she would lie on her stomach, and with one leg lifted rub her little clitty until she her pussy popped being as quiet as she could.  The fear of getting caught made it all the more exciting for her.

   

  She liked it best when he treated her in a slutty way.  So surprisingly, sometimes she would come right after she had faked an orgasm with him.  Her orgasm was his sign to take care of himself and when he did this she felt slutty.  He would position himself over her body and carefully position the head of his cock at the opening to her vagina.  She would open her legs to him and if necessary spread her pussy lips as he taught her (but usually they were swollen and well lubricated already from his suckling). Then he would start with a hard deep thrust penetrating her violently.  A very hard first thrust or two and then he would rock slowly but it wasn’t too long that he was riding her like a horse.  A wonderful feeling flew through her.  She felt one with the feeling.  It was so in synch with her soul, it was so exciting, it was so satisfying. 

   

  He set the pace and it was always going faster.  Furiously she came as she felt him use her for his own pleasure.  She was truly at that moment a sexual receptacle for his male ferocity.  Being used as a sexual object.  At that moment her desires didn’t matter.  He had reached past seeing her in any way but as an object to satisfy his sexual lust.  In these moments he would position her in whatever way he felt like.  He occasionally would issue commands to her.  He was in total control and she loved it that way.  The more she felt used, the more she felt like a sexual animal, the more explosive her orgasm.  She knew it must be wrong, she knew it made her different than other girls but she loved it all the same.  With Adam she came to know her true nature.

   

  So here she was looking at herself naked in the full length mirror in Adam’s bedroom.  She had just showered and shaved and she inspected her clean shaven pussy to see if there were any nicks or cuts.  A good job, she thought.  Adam will be pleased since he liked her to keep herself completely free of hair.   He said it turned him on to see her pussy lips naked.  He complimented him on how pretty her pussy looks but she didn’t see any difference with any other girl’s pussy that she had seen.  Anyway, she had to make sure it was glisteningly bare tonight because tonight was special.  Tonight she was going to perform at the strip club.

   

  The whole thing was Adam’s idea.  There was a strip club that he went to occasionally.  It was about 50 miles from where they lived and in that sense she was glad it was just beyond the reach of her neighbors, high school friends and relatives.  She knew that she couldn’t avoid the possibility of running into somebody but it was unlikely. 

   

  She was rubbing healing oil onto her pussy.  This was to soothe any irritation from the shave but had the added effect of making her skin shine.  She was getting a little warm rubbing it in and thinking about tonight.  Tonight was Amateur Night at The Crystal Palace.  Once a week, the club offered $250 to the winner of a contest for amateurs.  Anyone brave enough could get up in front of a rowdy bunch of guys and take off their clothes. 

   

  Adam had taken her there once before and she saw 4 amateur girls strip as well as a few of the regular girls after the contest.  In Ellen’s mind only one of the amateur girls had a clue as to what she was doing.  Her movements were graceful.  She danced erotically and removed each piece of clothing on the stage.  (The other girls took off their clothes in between songs while they were offstage behind the dressing room curtain.  Two of the other girls were well received by the crowd but they were terrible dances and seemed awkward and out of place on the stage but the boys seemed to hoot and holler for them anyway as their clothes came off.  Each girl wore a garter belt where the audience could put $1 bills into and these two girls looked like they did alright as a lot of the guys were anxious to put money in their garters.

   

  The fourth girl wasn’t so lucky.  She was actually the first to dance and she was real chubby.  She could dance but she was just too heavy.  Some of the boys were booing her.  Yelling at her to get off the stage.  Telling her to put her clothes back on.  But to her credit the girl seemed unfazed by it all.  She just continued her act and moved around the stage, dancing and looking into the eyes of the men sitting around the stage.  She found a couple of men who gave her money and clearly played to them as she continued her act.  The booing didn’t stop but she continued until the end and made a few dollars but not nearly as much as the other girls.  Ellen could see that the girl seemed to handle it fine but she knew that if that happened to her she would probably start to cry. 

   

  Her clothes were all preplanned.  A very short pleated skirt and a tight tube top showing off plenty of her skinny belly. Under that she wore a black lacy see through bra, black bikini panties and the surprise – the tinniest thong imaginable under her panties.  To top it off she wore her highest ‘fuck me” high heels.  And a lacy garter, of course.  She had been practicing dancing in these and it was difficult to say the least.  But she thought she could take them off if the circumstances seemed to dictate that.

   

  Adam brought along his two best friends, Jimmy who didn’t drink and was the designated driver and Zeke, a huge man who was 6 foot 4 and weighed in at close to 300 pounds.  Zeke had been a high school football star but blew out a knee in college and had bounced around in a number of different jobs.  In the car on the way to the club, all of them were kidding Ellen, telling her how they didn’t care about the crowd or it anyone else even came that the trip would be worth it just to see her naked body.   Zeke, who was sitting in the front passenger’s seat, kept turning around and looking at Ellen in her short skirt and making suggestive comments to her.  “How about a preview on our way there, Ellen?  Make her open her legs for us, Adam.”

   

  Adam encouraged this and did make me open my legs to Zeke, who acted like Ellen had just agreed to fuck him.  What was the big deal she thought?  It’s not like here in the car, in the dark, with my black panties, on that he was going to see something.  So here, she said and spread her legs open to him.  She could feel the juices in her pussy leaking, her panties getting moist.  Adam was laughing.

   

  When they got to the club, they checked in with the manager who told them to wait until there was an announcement that Amateur Night would be starting soon.  Then Ellen should proceed to the dressing room and he pointed to the farthest corner of the room where there was a door with a large bright star on it.  They found a round table a couple of rows away from the stage and ordered drinks.  Ellen had started drinking before they left home and they had a thermos of a mixed tequila drink that got passed around in the car.  She was already feeling a bit woozy and knew she would have to nurse this drink in order to be at her best.

   

  On stage, a beautiful girl was just starting her act.  Half way through her first song she was joined on stage by another woman – her identical twin.  There was a pretty full crowd and they went wild when her sister showed up.  The few remaining free seats right at the stage were filled as a mad rush as each man tried to get the remaining seats first.  Dollars were being offered up toward the girls and Ellen noticed how efficient they were at acknowledging each person, doing a special movement for each before removing them of their money.  In many cases they would take the money from the guys rather than take the time to let them slip it in their garter.  But even when the guy wanted to slip it in her garter, the girl would present her leg, open the garter to ease the speed with which the operation happened. 

   

  Ellen realized she was looking at the strippers in a different way and admired their fluidity.  They were literally going around the stage and collecting money non stop yet the guys seemed oblivious to this and just wanted the girls to put their naked parts in front of them.  The girls stripped off their clothes at the start of each song favoring the men who had contributed the most with the best views. They divided the stage between them, occasionally switching sides.  They were clearly in control.  Confident, beautiful, they had the guys eating out of their hand. 

   

  Part 2, The Dance, can be found HERE.

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