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Author's note: The original story "Ellen is Measured" appears on
ASSTR as:
"/files/Collections/Old_Joe's_Collection/Sluts/Ellen Is Measured -MMF-voy-anal.txt"
"Ellen is Measured" is one of my favorite pieces of ASSTR
erotica. It dates from 1997, and I know nothing about this
story's origin or its author. I love the whole scenario, with its
voyeurism and graphic sex. On a separate level, I am intrigued by
what backstory could make this encounter plausible, and what
repercussions would follow for Ellen and the narrator. After
reading the original, I invite the reader to pause and imagine
his or her own answers to these questions. Inspired by these
possibilities, I have repeated the original verbatim, and
appended my own sequel. I hope readers will find it a worth
addition to the original.
Clint Kalmkren
2013
Ellen is Measured
by "Mr. Roboto"
1997
From oingo@boingo.com Wed Feb 19 08:17:39 1997
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Subject: Ellen is measured
From: "Mr. Roboto" <oingo@boingo.com>
Date: 19 Feb 1997 14:17:39 +0100
I'd discovered that my new girlfriend Ellen wasn't the
moody type. She didn't get easily upset. So I was a little
surprised one day by a small but sudden change in her mood.
We were at the mall, and she had asked me to come with
her into one of those chic women's boutiques where she was
going to leave a dress to be altered that she'd bought there
earlier. She left me waiting by the cash register while she
went back to the dressing room to drop the dress off. When
she left she was in her usual pleasant, cheerful mood, but
then when she came back she seemed suddenly distracted and
nervous. I wondered why, but she didn't say.
She said only that the tailor was there, and that he
would alter the dress but first needed to measure her. She
told me she would be right back and then walked back to the
dressing room.
It's sort of funny, but as I watched her walk away I was
thinking about her body. I was thinking that it didn't
really match, in my mind, with her personality. She was
what you call a "nice" girl, sweet-tempered and modest, not
given to flashy or wanton behaviour. She didn't wear
low-cut dresses, wild earrings or lots of mascara. She
wasn't a virgin when we met, and we'd had sexual intercourse
pretty regularly, so she wasn't a prude, if you see what I
mean. But she didn't wear a tiny bikini at the beach or
display her body much, and I'd never heard her refer to
anything sexual in public before.
But under her plain, pretty, Ann Taylor clothes Ellen had
what can only be described as rather a lush body. Full,
heavy breasts, which always surprised me a little with their
weight when I cupped them. Big rosy nipples, a full red
mouth. Generous hips, flaring out from an hourglass waist.
And a perfectly proportioned ass with a deep, smoothly
sculptured crack dividing her round cheeks.
Anyway I wondered about Ellen's change of mood, and
wondered if the tailor had given her a hard time or
something about the dress. Vaguely thinking about giving
her some kind of moral support if she got into an argument
with him, I drifted back towards the back of the shop. As I
got there I saw that there was a doorway leading to a set of
little alcoves with the usual white-painted half doors for
trying on new clothes. Ellen must have come through here.
I walked in, a little nervously and kind of on tip-toe,
hoping I didn't come across a half-dressed woman and get
yelled at.
I didn't hear Ellen's voice. I saw that the corridor
continued to the left, and then turned right. I guessed
that the tailor's shop was further back. Was Ellen back
here? I walked around the corner.
There *was* a shop, and there were tables and scraps of
clothing all over them. The place was a mess. I still
didn't hear anybody, though. I started picking my way
through the clutter. Then I thought I heard a sound like
somebody breathing heavily, and I heard a low murmur, like
somebody talking softly. It was a man's voice, pitched low,
asking something, urging something.
Quite suddenly and perfectly clearly I heard Ellen's
voice. She said ``All right, but quickly,'' and she said it
in a normal tone, not whispering or anything. Her voice
came from my right, around past a huge table piled high with
dresses, over which I couldn't see. I peeped past the table
and froze. For a moment I didn't quite understand what I
saw.
What I saw was a man, young, with dark hair and an
elegant white shirt on. That must be the tailor, I thought.
He had no pants on. His legs were spread slightly.
Kneeling gracefully in front of him in her pretty, modest
gray striped dress was Ellen, her heavy black hair moving
gently as she withdrew the man's stiff, wet penis from her
open mouth.
Ellen stood up suddenly. As she turned toward me I
ducked behind the table, my heart beating fast. Between
some dresses I could still see her, but she couldn't see me.
She brought her hand up to her mouth and wiped off a trace
of saliva from her chin. She had put on a little lipstick
earlier today, but now it was all smeared.
Ellen turned away from me, hiked her dress up and pulled
her panties down to her ankles. She reached down and took
them off. Then she laid them carefully next to her on the
long wooden counter. She turned around and lifted her dress
up, over her naked ass, and bent over the counter.
Reaching back with her pretty right hand, on which our
engagement ring sparkled, she gently spread her bottom
cheeks apart. I could see the slender, delicate folds of
her vagina, surrounded by her trimmed, dark pubic hair.
When I looked back at the tailor he was moving his hand
up and down on his penis, smearing some oily stuff all over
it. I noticed he had a really big dick, and it was thick
and stiff as he ran his fingertips lightly over the glans.
Standing up behind Ellen the tailor put one hand on her
naked back. From where I was I could see him perfectly. He
guided his penis to Ellen's bottom, and positioned the head
between the cheeks of her ass, pressing directly on the
brown circle of her anus. And then slowly, but without any
hesitation at all, this man pushed his stiff penis all the
way up into my girlfriend's asshole.
Ellen didn't really make any sound. The tailor grunted
when he entered her, and sighed deeply when his penis was
finally up all the way inside her, with his hairy hips
resting firmly against Ellen's smooth white buttocks.
He began stroking his dick slowly in and out, back and
forth into Ellen's bottom. He put his hands on her hips to
steady himself, and began to accelerate, thrusting more and
more urgently into her asshole. I couldn't help but imagine
his dick swelling as he penetrated her again and again,
getting harder and longer as he became more excited, so that
each thrust of his cock probed deeper and deeper into
Ellen's full rectum.
Ellen began to moan gently, in time to his motion, a
little "oh! oh!" coming from her at the top of each stroke,
just when the man's penis filled her most completely.
Suddenly the tailor gripped Ellen's hips hard and he
began thrusting urgently, forcefully. He took bigger,
longer strokes, and a few times I could see the smooth head
of his penis emerge completely from Ellen's anus before
poking back into her. He began growling and snorting
loudly, and I could see he was about to cum. I began to
shake a little, with what emotion I don't know, as I
imagined his thick white cum spurting up inside Ellen's
ass, and thought of how she would feel his cock throb and
swell in the tight ring of her buttocks.
``Ahhhh!'' he suddenly cried out. He stopped thrusting.
Shifting his hands from Ellen's hips to her thighs, he
pulled her towards him hard, straining urgently to push his
dick just as far up inside my girlfriend's ass as he could.
For a moment he stood thus, holding her trapped and
penetrated body tightly. Then he groaned and his muscles
grew slack, and he released her. As he staggered back I saw
his softened, slick penis slide rapidly out of Ellen's anus
and pop out. A tiny thread of white semen dripped from the
tip and landed on Ellen's white flesh, resting between the
cheeks of her beautiful smooth ass. He never touched
her breasts at all.
Well it was hard to know exactly what to do, and my mind
was all in a haze anyway. My thoughts were racing, jumbling
together, memories of Ellen's chaste kiss after our first
date, and the shy way she had later let me caress her
nipples under her sweater, mixing together with what I had
just seen, Ellen spreading her generous buttocks apart so
that a strange man could more easily push his penis up into
her anus. I stepped back behind the table where they
couldn't see me. I heard voices and movement, and I
realized that if I stayed where I was I would surely be
discovered. I needed more time to think, so I walked
rapidly and quietly out of that back room, past the dressing
alcoves, and back into the main store. The noisy shopping
environment of the store as I emerged seemed surreal to me,
the women stepping sharply by in the aisles, high heels
clicking on the polished floor as they swung their shopping
bags, or pursing their lips and frowning as they fingered
skeptically blouses and scarves on display stands. The very
sexlessness of the whole mall shopping bustle contrasted so
strongly with where I had just been, watching a woman being
fucked up the ass, that I just felt dizzy.
What was I going to say to Ellen? Only a few minutes had
passed since she first went back, and she would be coming
out very soon. In fact, she came out even as I was thinking
this. She looked normal, walking briskly towards me and
smiling gently in her usual way. Her dress swung naturally,
and her red lipstick was no longer smeared, but I thought I
could see that her black hair was a little bit mussed. And
of course I thought of that tiny pearl of semen I had seen
lying in the crack between her buttocks. Did she know it
was there? Had she wiped it away before she put her panties
back on?
Ellen and I left the store. She told me the tailor had
agreed to alter the dress and that she would be coming back
to pick it up in three days' time. We walked out into the
main mall and toward the music store that had been our
destination when we first arrived. We passed a family
restaraunt with a big glass window in front. There were a
couple of teenaged boys eating inside and they watched Ellen
and I walk by. They looked a little jealously at Ellen, and
at first I felt a little proud, as I always do, to think of
this good-looking woman by my side -- I could see Ellen's
reflection in the restaraunt window, and she looked real
sharp -- pretty dark hair, sweet smile, nicely shaped legs
and large, firm breasts standing up high under her dress. But then
I thought: this woman standing next to me, her hand in mine,
has her ass full of another man's cum right now.
The thought made me queasy, and I wanted to sit down. I
asked Ellen if she wanted to go in and have lunch. She said
yes, and in we went. We sat down, and a waitress brought us
menus. I was looking at mine when Ellen suddently said she
wondered if they had a restroom here. I said they probably
did, and then she said she was going to go ``freshen up a
bit.''
Now years ago when I was younger I had a girlfriend who
wanted to try anal sex, so we did once or twice. I found
out that when you fuck a girl in the ass it's a little like
an enema, and afterwards she'll often need to go poop, and
then your cum dribbles out of her rectum.
I didn't remember this fact right away, sitting in the
restaraunt studying the pictures of chicken sandwiches and
hamburgers on the menu. But then suddenly it came back to
me all at once, and I realized exactly why Ellen needed to
go to the bathroom and what she was doing there now.
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Ellen is Measured, Part 2
by Clint Kalmkren
2013
Chapter 1: Sunday Evening
The rest of the day was like looking through a kaleidoscope;
fragmentary memories and thoughts kept intruding into the present
reality. Ellen maintained a veneer of normality, but she was also
distant and distracted. At times during the afternoon, one of us
would begin a sentence, and the other would answer "Huh?" After
we finished at the mall, Ellen said she was tired, and that she
had some things to do that night, so we parted. Ordinarily I
might have tried to talk her into sleeping at my place, but after
witnessing the events in the tailor's shop, I needed some time to
myself.
Several images from the back room kept haunting me. Ellen on her
knees, removing her mouth from the swollen head of the tailor's
penis. Ellen bent over the table, her dress pulled up to her
back, spreading her buttocks wide for him. The moment of the
man's orgasm, when he pulled her tight against his loins, and
spurted his cum deep in her ass. And the white drip of his semen
glistening beside her stretched asshole.
Why would she do something so out of character? Now I realized,
there were sides to Ellen I didn't know at all. Obviously, my
marriage proposal had been a bit hasty. I had been swept away by
her beauty, cheerful personality, and the great way we got along.
But if I was impetuous to propose after dating only a few months,
so was she, because she accepted gladly. Was our engagement a
huge mistake? Would I have to worry that she would slip off her
panties for any strange man she encountered?
But in my mental kaleidoscope that afternoon, worries about our
future together weren't my only concerns. Indeed, three other
ideas ruled my thoughts:
1) Ellen was supposed to pick up the dress in three days. Was she
going to fuck him again?
2) Watching Ellen get fucked in the ass by a strange man was the
most exciting erotic experience of my life.
3) I longed to fuck her up the ass myself.
The voyeuristic thrill of watching the tailor pound his dick
through Ellen's anus and come in her ass had paralyzed me at the
time. Now I couldn't ask her about it without seeming like a
cuckolded Peeping Tom. I know most guys would have dropped her
immediately, but I loved her. Still, I had to find out why she
did it. I came to the realization: I had to know if she fucked
the tailor again when she went back in three days.
Chapter 2: Monday
The next day, I asked if she wanted me to come with her when she
picked up the dress. She said there was no need, that she was
going to pick it up after work. That meant I couldn't follow her
through the dressing room, which I already felt was too risky to
do again. How could I know what she did in there? After turning
that problem over and over in my mind, I came up with a plan.
In college, my good friend Jason majored in biology, and did a
wildlife surveillance project. As a favor, I helped him set up
the equipment, motion and sound-activated video cameras and
microphones. I knew he still had access to that stuff, so I
called him and asked to borrow it. I expected him to ask why I
wanted it, and I thought about making up a story about wanting to
catch raccoons getting into the garbage cans behind my apartment,
but I decided mostly to be honest. Of course, I was too
embarrassed to tell him that I had stood by watching Ellen get
fucked in the ass by a stranger, so I left that part out. I did
say that Ellen was going to meet someone, and I was suspicious,
and I wanted the video cameras to see whether she was innocent or
not.
"Oh man! If you don't trust her, you should drop her right now,"
Jason said. "Videos won't restore your trust. If you don't see
anything, you'll just keep wondering, and if you do catch her
cheating, that's going to make you feel even worse."
"Well," I replied, "she's meeting the guy in couple of days, and
I think he used to be an old boyfriend or something. I know
exactly where she is going, so I want to stake the place out with
video cameras, and see what she's up to."
"Where will the meeting be? How are you going to set up the
cameras so they won't be noticed?"
"She's going to meet him in a room in the back of a store. It's a
total mess, so I can hide the cameras easily."
"But how will you get in there?"
"I've got a plan. I'll tell them I am working for a radon testing
company for the mall, and I have to install radon monitors for 24
hours. I've got an old work uniform from the summer I installed
cable TV, and I'll make a fake name tag and business card to make
it seem authentic. After the meeting, I'll retrieve all the
stuff, and tell them there's no radon problem."
"That's pretty clever dude! You've really given this some
thought. I'll loan you the stuff, but you've got to bring it all
back, or my ass is grass!"
"I promise I'll bring it all back."
"Do you want any help setting it up?"
"No, I still remember how to do it. Can I pick it up tomorrow?"
"It'll take me a couple of hours to get it together. Come by my
place after work."
"That's great! See you then."
Chapter 3: Tuesday
The next day was Tuesday, the day before Ellen was supposed to
pick up the dress. I spent a couple of hours with a Macintosh,
forging a half-assed business card for a non-existent radon
testing company. I also made a letter on fake mall management
company stationary that said they were doing routine testing on
all their properties, and requesting that stores cooperate by
allowing the testing equipment to be set up in their back areas
for 24 hours. In the afternoon, I cut out from work a little
early, and picked up the stuff from Jason. On the way home, I got
some new 90 minute video tapes for each camera.
That evening, Ellen invited me to her place. This was a good
thing, because I had Jason's video equipment all over my kitchen
table, and I wouldn't have wanted to hide all that if she slept
at my place. Ellen tried to be her usual pleasant self, but
underneath, I could tell something was off. When I asked her
about it, she said she was just tired, and that we should go to
bed.
In her bedroom, Ellen quietly undressed. That day, she had worn a
short skirt, snug floral blouse, and some heels. She just looked
at me with a shy smile as she removed each garment, revealing
more of her lush body, finally unhooking her bra to bare her
beautiful breasts, and sliding down her panties to expose her
neatly trimmed pussy. Then she lay naked on the bed, and patted
my side of it, saying "Come on, get it." She usually acts shy
before sex, but she clearly wanted it between the legs tonight.
Quickly I stripped, and lay beside her. My dick was already hard
from watching her undress. Immediately we leaned together and
started making out. I cupped one her DD tits in my hand and
kneaded it. She grabbed my cock, which was oozing precum, and
stoked it gently. When I moved my hand from her tit to her pussy,
her cunt lips were already slick with lubrication. Normally we do
more foreplay and maybe even some oral, but that night she rolled
onto her back and pulled me on top of her after only a minute of
preliminaries. Her hand guided my prick between her legs, and
since my glans and her vagina were already wet, I just pushed all
the way in.
We both gasped a little as I penetrated her. Our bodies adjusted
as she pulled her legs up, and I braced on my knees and elbows.
Then I fucked her, urgently, feeding off the need she
communicated to me through her passionate kisses, provocative
moans, and thrusts of her hips to meet mine. I kept a steady
rhythm, pistoning my stiff penis through the tight channel of her
vagina.
Lately our sex had fallen into a routine. We have learned to give
each other pleasure, but most times our passion was limited. To
my surprise, this fuck was much more emotional than our usual.
Ellen seemed needy and vulnerable, and she absorbed every stroke
of our coupling with a building fever.
Usually we go 15 or 20 minutes, and switch positions a few times
before we come. That night, I just fucked her straight
missionary, and we climaxed together in less than 10. Ellen is on
birth control, and since we have been engaged, we stopped using
condoms. Ellen started orgasming first, and when her vagina
squeezed my trigger, I fired bullet after bullet of cum directly
onto the bull's eye of her cervix.
Afterward, I was hot with my body pressed on top of her breasts
and crotch, so I pulled my slimy dick out and flopped beside her.
The air was cool on my wet prick after its ride through her hot
tunnel. More cum oozed from the head of my cock onto a gooey
puddle on my abdomen. I am sure a stream of my cum ran out of her
fuck hole, because later there was a big cum spot on the bed.
To my surprise Ellen started to cry a little. "What's wrong?" I
asked. Was she going to confess cheating on me, I wondered?
"Nothing's wrong," she said. "I just love you so much." Then she
kissed me, and we cuddled silently.
In the last couple of days, I had been preoccupied with crude
sexual fantasies about Ellen. Rather than loving intimacy, I
daydreamed about her as a sex object. I envisioned watching
myself with her as I had watched the tailor, and I replayed the
scene in the tailor's shop over and over in my mind. At random
times in the day, I would get a hard on just thinking about
fucking her in the ass. But after our tender lovemaking, I didn't
feel that way about her anymore. I loved her too. I couldn't
think of her as a slut. I just had to find out what was going on
with the tailor.
Chapter 4: Wednesday
In the morning, I went back to my place, called in to work, and
took the day off. Then I changed into my old cable TV uniform,
and gathered the video equipment into a tool bag. As soon as the
mall opened, I went to the boutique. There were no customers yet,
and an older woman was behind the counter.
"Hi," I said. "I'm here from Radex, to set up the radon test." As
I expected, she looked at me uncomprehendingly. "Maybe you didn't
get the word. The mall hired us to test for radon, and I need to
set up some instruments in the back of your store." I handed her
my fake business card.
"What's radon?" she asked.
"Radon is a natural radioactive gas that leaks out of the ground.
It usually isn't dangerous, but sometimes it can build up in some
places, and then it can be a problem." It's a good thing I paid
attention in my physics class, I thought to myself, because this
B.S. is actually true. "Anyway, there is a maximum safe
concentration level of radon, so we're doing spot checks a couple
of places around the mall."
"Oh dear!" the lady said. "Is there likely to be a problem?"
"No," I said in my most reassuring voice. "We haven't found any
issues around here, so this test is just routine.
"I'll set up in the back this morning, and get my equipment back
tomorrow morning. The test only needs 24 hours. It won't be in
the way, and you and the other employees can just ignore it.
However, some people freak out a little whenever they hear the
word 'radiation', so it would be best if you didn't say
anything."
She nodded, and said "Come with me." I didn't even have to show
her the letter I faked, although I might need it tomorrow.
She led me back to the dressing rooms. I asked, "Is anyone in
here?"
"Not yet," she said. "We really don't get busy until noon."
"Does anyone work back here?"
"Robert does. He's our tailor. But he doesn't come in until the
afternoon."
Robert. That was the fucker's name. At least I wouldn't have to
meet him.
"Ok, then. I can take it from here. I'll just go back, set up my
stuff, and leave you until tomorrow. I'll put the radon monitors
in places that won't be in Robert's way. You don't even need to
tell him I was here."
At that point the sales lady waived me down the same corridor I
had followed Ellen down on Sunday, and returned to the front of
the store. In the tailor's shop, I sized up the room, and found
the vantage points I need to cover it. I had 4 cameras. Each one
was small, silent, and easily concealed in the messy shop. I laid
2 microphones from each camera so I could pick up even faint
sounds from every corner. The cameras were motion and sound
activated, but I only had 90 minutes on each video tape. I didn't
want to use that up watching the tailor cut cloth before Ellen
arrived, so I set each camera to turn on at 5:00, about half an
hour before I expected Ellen to show up.
In 15 minutes, I was done. Walking back out past the dressing
rooms, I startled when I heard noise behind one of the doors.
Some woman was changing! In embarrassment, I hurried past. When I
got into the store, I thanked the sales lady for her cooperation,
and left.
I decided to stake out Ellen's work and follow her to the mall.
She is a receptionist in an office. That afternoon, I went to the
office park and found her car. Then I got a discrete parking
spot, and waited for her. I killed time listening to the radio
until Ellen came out at 5:00. She took off in her car, and I
followed. As expected, she drove to the mall. From the parking
lot, I trailed her through the mall. I wore sunglasses and pulled
the bill of a baseball cap down over my face to disguise myself.
She went straight to the boutique. I lingered at the store
entrance, and watched. Was she looking forward to this, or
dreading it? The look on her face from a distance was a cypher,
and I couldn't tell.
Ellen went to a middle aged sales lady, they talked for a minute,
and then they went toward the dressing rooms. I couldn't hear the
exchange. The sales woman came back without Ellen. Time passed...
More time passed... Women, most dressed up in work clothes, came
and left the store. The mall started getting busy. I drifted
around outside the store, trying to stay lost in the crowd,
waiting for Ellen to come out.
The whole time she was gone, thoughts of Ellen in the shop with
the tailor wracked my brain. She certainly took way more time
than she needed just to try on the dress. He had to be fucking
her! Was he doing her in the ass? Why on earth would she meet
this stranger in the back of his shop and let him fuck her?
Again!
At 6:40 Ellen finally came out of the store carrying a dress bag.
Outwardly, she was unruffled; she looked the same as when she
entered. She wore the same slacks that hugged her ass, the same
heels that emphasized her long legs, and the same tight blouse
that showed off her bust over her narrow waist. But underneath
that attractive outfit, was she carrying another load of the
tailor's cum? Was it in her ass again, or in her cunt this time?
Ellen's expression was blank as she returned to her car and drove
away. I followed her home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as
she entered her apartment with the new dress slung over her
shoulder.
What had the tapes recorded? Waiting until morning would be
torture. Something had gone on in the tailor's shop, and my
impatience to learn what was eating me alive! I decided to get
the videos that night, so I went back to the mall, and returned
to the boutique in my cable TV uniform, carrying my tool bag.
The mall closed at 9:00, and I entered the store at 8:30. The
evening rush was over, and there were only a couple of women
browsing the clothes racks. The woman I conned in the morning
wasn't around, so I found the same middle aged sales lady Ellen
talked to.
"Hi, I'm from Radex, here to pick up the test equipment in the
back. I installed it this morning for a 12 hour test."
"What equipment?" she asked, and I told her my story. She seemed
more skeptical than the morning woman, so I showed her my
counterfeit letter from the mall property management company, and
she bought that.
"Is anyone in the back?" I asked. I was praying I wouldn't have
to deal with the tailor. If he was there, I might not be able to
contain my anger.
"I'll go check," she offered, and came back shaking her head.
"You can go back, there's no one in the dressing rooms."
"How about the tailor, what's his name, Robert?"
"No, he left a couple of hours ago. Do you know Robert?"
"No," I said curtly, and hurried into the shop.
The place was the same mess as always. I was relieved that the
cameras were undisturbed, and that the tapes had recorded. I
really wanted to play them right there, but I just stuffed
everything in the tool bag and left.
On the way out, the sales lady asked me, "When will we get the
results?"
"Results? Oh, the radon. Well, the report will go to the mall
management, but I looked at the readings, and you have no
problem."
"Good!" she exclaimed with relief. "Well, good night then."
"Good night," I replied automatically as I sailed out the door. I
really don't remember going home. I was completely preoccupied
with fears and fantasies about what was on those video tapes.
Jason's equipment included a 4 tape playback console. I connected
it to my 28" TV, and put in the tapes from the 4 cameras. The
console displayed a 4 panel image on the TV, with 4 tape time
counters in a strip across the bottom of the screen. The playback
controls let met sync up both the video and audio from the 4
tapes, and play them simultaneously. I could also zoom one of the
images to the whole screen, fast forward, and play in slow
motion.
As I expected, the tapes started with the tailor working in the
shop. I forwarded through this part, until Ellen walked in. At
the entrance, she called, "Hello?"
The tailor looked around the corner, saw her, and said, "Good,
you're here." He walked up to her and asked, "You want the
dress?"
Ellen seemed a little surprised by this simple question and just
said, "Yeah."
"I need to look for it. Wait here", he said, and went back into a
part of the shop that Ellen couldn't see. But then he didn't look
for the dress. Instead, he picked up a phone, and dialed. A
moment later, he just said "Yeah," and hung up. Then he called to
Ellen, "I'm still looking," and walked to the rear, where he
opened a door to the outside, and stuck something in the doorway
with his foot to keep it from shutting completely.
As he walked back to Ellen, he pulled a dress on a hanger off a
rack, rounded the corner, and handed it to her, saying, "I found
it. Try it on."
Ellen took the dress, and turned toward the dressing rooms, but
the tailor said, "No! Try it on right here."
Ellen turned back, and looked at him with apprehension. "What do
you want this time?" she asked.
"I want to watch you try on the dress."
"Is that all?"
"Come on. Let's see if it fits."
Ellen paused a beat, then put the dress on a table. Coolly, she
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her tits encased in a white bra.
She set the blouse on the table, and unbuttoned her pants. After
stepping out of her heels, she tugged her slacks down, and pulled
them off one foot, then the other. She laid her pants on the
table beside her blouse, and picked up the dress.
Ellen wore low cut white panties that matched her bra. If she was
embarrassed to be standing in her underwear in front of the
tailor, she gave no sign. He watched her undress intently, but
did not touch her, or make any comment.
The dress was red. Ellen unzipped the back of it, stepped into
it, and put her arms through the shoulder straps. The dress had
spaghetti shoulder straps, so her white bra straps showed,
because it needed a strapless bra. Ellen reached her hands behind
her back to zip up the dress, but the tailor stopped her. "It
doesn't look right with that bra. Take the bra off."
At this, Ellen paused again briefly, then undid the clasp behind
her back. Pulling her arms out of the dress's straps, she let the
top of the dress flop to her waist, and pulled off her bra. She
set the bra next to her blouse and pants, and faced the tailor.
Nude from the waist up, her breasts ballooned out, pink nipples
protruding. Again, the tailor made no move or comment, so she
pulled the top of the dress over her tits, and zipped it up the
back.
Despite their impressive size, Ellen's boobs don't sag very much.
Even without a bra, the dress held them up pretty well. I paused
the video and zoomed in, and against the bulge of her breasts, I
could just make out the points of her nipples through the fabric.
"Get in your shoes," the tailor said, and Ellen stepped into her
heels again. "Turn around," the tailor told her, and Ellen did a
slow rotation, displaying her right profile, back, left profile,
and then front again to the tailor's watchful eye.
"I can see your panty line," he said. "Take the panties off. You
have to wear it with no panties or with a thong."
Even on zoom, I couldn't see any panty line. Nevertheless, Ellen
pulled the hem of the dress all the way up her thighs until she
exposed the white panties. Then she pulled them down to her
knees, and let them drop to her ankles. Just before she tugged
the dress down, I froze the video and zoomed in again. The black
fuzz of her pubic hair was clearly visible, as was the cleft
between her pussy lips. She stepped out of the panties, and
placed them on the table with the rest of her clothes.
The tailor walked up to Ellen, and ran his hands over her body.
At first I couldn't tell whether he was checking the seams, or
groping her. Then he moved behind her, and cupped her breasts in
his hands. Ellen was directly facing a camera, so I had a clear
view as he massaged her braless tits, and then rubbed her thighs
and pubic area through the front of the dress. All the while, he
ground his pelvis against her ass. Ellen closed her eyes, and
just let him fondle her body wantonly.
The tailor turned her away from the camera to face the table, and
slid the dress up to her waist. Then he unbuckled his pants, and
pulled them and his undershorts to his knees. I froze the video
and zoomed in. His dong was thick and long, with a bulbous purple
head. How was Ellen going to take that up her ass?! I was about
to see.
Ellen stood in her high heels, leaning over on the table with her
bottom bared. The tailor nudged her feet wide apart. I zoomed
again, and got an eye full of her big white haunches, open butt
crack, puckered anus, and fuzzy labia. Then the tailor moved up
against her, and his hairy ass blocked that magnificent view.
Fortunately a second camera captured their coupling from the
side.
As he guided his dick with his hand, Ellen started to say, "Do
you have to ...," but then he penetrated her, and cut her
sentence short with a small gasp. The tailor made no verbal
reply, but just started rocking his buttocks. I couldn't see
whether he was fucking her cunt or her ass; his ass blocked the
closer view, and it was too far to tell from the side.
After a dozen slow strokes, he had worked his cock all the way
into whichever hole he was fucking. Then he started screwing my
girlfriend from behind with long, fast strokes. His loins smacked
into her bare ass with repetitive slapping sound. From behind,
his balls swung back and forth between his legs. From the side, I
watched his long rod disappear into her body with every stroke.
Ellen's loose tits jiggled in the dress every time he slammed
into her. She made small groans, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
I know most guys would have been furious or sick at this point,
but I was neither. I was relieved that she obviously wasn't
having an affair with Robert. I had no clue why she so
compliantly let him have his way with her, but she took no
evident pleasure in it. My other emotion was intense arousal. My
hard on was practically bursting through my pants.
At this point, the telephone in my apartment rang. I froze the
images on the screen in mid fuck, and answered. It was Ellen.
"Hi!" she said. She sounded uncharacteristically flat.
"Hello," I replied. What was I going to say to her? Maybe I
should have been embarrassed to be spying on my fiancee, but I
wasn't. My conscience hurdled over that concern after I watched
her get fucked the first time. Really, I was annoyed that she
interrupted the video. I just wanted to watch the tailor finish
fucking her, and then find out what was going on between them.
After a short but increasingly awkward silence Ellen said, "I got
the dress today."
"Oh yeah? How does it look?" I managed to say. Frozen on my TV
was the image of Ellen in profile in the dress, with the hem
pulled up to her hips.
"It looks good. I'll model it for you the next time you come
over. You'll like it."
How could I ever look at Ellen in that dress, and not remember
the picture on my screen of Ellen wearing it, impaled on the
tailor's cock from behind? "Great," I said weakly.
"Well, I had a busy day," Ellen said, "so I'm just calling to
wish you a good night. I love you."
"I love you too," I replied, relieved to end this awkward
interruption.
When I restarted the video, I spotted something on one of the
other cameras that had escaped my notice. I had been so caught up
in watching the tailor fuck my girlfriend, I hadn't seen a second
man enter through the outside door, and quietly start watching
the fucking too. The tailor and Ellen were facing away from him,
so they just kept fucking, ignorant of his presence.
Standing behind her, Robert gave her a good pounding. The
spanking sound of his hips against her buttocks was like a
metronome. They both panted hard. Ellen made little moans, and he
made a stream of soft exclamations, "Ah! Uh! Yeah! Oh!" At one
point, he paused, and pulled the top of the dress down, so her
tits popped loose. Then he grabbed her big hooters with both
hands, and resumed fucking in earnest. Finally, he let go of her
boobs and clutched her bare hips. The tailor's scrotum contracted
on his plump balls. He gave a loud cry, and held Ellen tight. For
the second time in four days, I watched this stranger ejaculate
in my fiancee.
The tailor pulled out his spent prick, and shuffled a little to
the side. His dick was still hard, but starting to droop. It was
red and shiny with Ellen's secretions. A drop of cum clung
stubbornly to its shrinking tip. Ellen was bent over the table,
black hair tumbling over her face. Her breasts spilled over the
top of the dress, nipples pointing down. She still stood in her
high heels, feet apart, naked ass spread wide. Her cunt lips were
splayed, and the dark pubic hair on them was sticky and matted.
Inside, her vestibule glistened red, and her vagina gaped open. A
white trickle of jiz ran down to her clit, where a pearly drip
was growing. Above this, the brown circle of her anus stared,
untouched.
Now it was obvious he had fucked her vagina. The same vagina I
had just fucked last night. How did his big dick feel compared to
mine? Could I ever fuck that hole again without thinking of
Robert's cock flooding it with his cum?
The first time I watched Robert fuck Ellen in the ass, he came
after about 3 minutes. The second time when he fucked her vagina,
he lasted about 6 minutes. Did that mean Ellen's asshole was
twice as tight as her cunt?
If it was any consolation, she hadn't come from his fucking, at
least as far as I could tell. But I almost had. Watching the
tailor come in Ellen had just about made me come in my pants.
Even without full ejaculation, enough cum had oozed from my dick
to make a wet spot on the front of my pants.
At this point, the second man started clapping. "Bravo! It's good
to see you two in action again!"
Upon hearing his voice, Ellen whipped around. "Mitch!" she
exclaimed in alarm at the stranger. Then she turned to Robert,
and slapped his face. "God damn you!" she shouted, her face
flushing with anger. "I did everything you asked, you asshole!
You promised me you wouldn't tell!" I had never heard Ellen swear
or act violent before.
She faced Mitch, oblivious that her red dress was bunched around
her waist, with her bare boobs projecting over the top, and her
bare pussy exposed below. Later, when I watched this part of the
video again in zoom and slow motion, I noticed drip after drip of
the tailor's cum falling from between her legs. Ellen paid no
attention to this either.
"What do you want?" she demanded. "I quit. Leave me alone!"
"Eve, calm down." Why did he call her 'Eve'? "You can't quit. You
still owe us. We're not done, and you know it."
"I can't do that anymore. I've got a new job. I'm engaged," Ellen
said, waving her right hand with my engagement ring.
"Is that so?" Mitch asked. "Well congratulations. He must be a
real fan. Or perhaps," he mused slyly, "he doesn't even know."
The look on Ellen's face answered the man's question. "So, you
really did try to run away. Who do you think you're dealing with,
you stupid bitch?! We've been looking all over for you! Do you
know how much trouble you've caused? Jake's pissed! You're lucky
I found you, not him!" The man gestured to the tailor. "Bobby did
you a favor! You should be glad he came to me instead of Jake."
"Oh, God!" Ellen put her hands over her face and sobbed.
The man put his arm around Ellen's bare shoulder. She ignored
him. "Look baby, if you come back, I can straighten things out
with Jake. You come back to work, pay us back the rest, and then
you can retire, marry Prince Charming, buy a house in the 'burbs,
and have kids."
Ellen's hands parted from her face, but she didn't look at him.
"How much?" she asked. "How much do you want?"
"I don't know right now, we'll have to look at the numbers."
"I don't care about the numbers. How many more?"
"Well, you've got to make up for the time you've been gone. We
can put some gigs together fast. If we line them up, you could
probably be done in a couple of months."
"A couple of months?" Ellen wailed. "I can't do that!"
"Sure you can," Mitch said, squeezing her shoulder. "Tell you
what. Go ahead and keep your job; just come up and work for us on
the weekends. If you come back now, with no more bullshit, you
won't even have to tell your fiancee. You can just say you're
away on the weekends taking care of your sick mother."
Ellen looked at him sharply. "She's dead, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," the man replied. "Well tell him your aunt then. I
don't give a shit what you tell him. He's your problem. You just
need to get your ass back to our place this Saturday morning. Got
it?"
Ellen nodded slowly. Her eyes were puffy and tears shined on her
cheeks.
Mitch stepped away, and looked Ellen up and down. "Take off that
dress," he said.
Obediently, Ellen pulled the dress down to her feet, and stepped
out of it and her shoes. Now, except for her earrings and my
engagement ring, she was completely nude. The man picked the
dress up off the floor and called, "Bobby?"
After Ellen slapped him, the tailor had stepped away. While she
and Mitch talked, he had wiped the cum off his dick with a scrap
of cloth, and put his used equipment away in his pants. Then he
had watched silently until Mitch called. Now he stepped forward
and took the dress.
"Go press this for her," the man told the tailor. He disappeared
with the dress into a far corner of the shop.
Once they were alone, Mitch ran his hand up from Ellen's pubis to
her breast. He lightly pinched one of her fat nipples, and said,
"You still got the whole package Eve. There's a lot of guys out
there who've been missing you. Including me. Watching you and
Bobby doin' it was hot. How about you take care of me now?" He
pushed gently on her shoulder, and she sank to her knees.
The man unbuckled his pants, and 'Eve' helped pull them down. His
prick was soft, but she just put it all her mouth and started
sucking. Quickly it grew, and she began rocking her head back and
forth, sliding her red lips over his stiffening shaft. The sight
of my girlfriend kneeling naked on the floor performing fellatio
on the second man made my penis spring to erection too.
Watching Ellen work the man's prick with her mouth and her hand
evoked a reverie. The night I proposed to her, afterward we were
lying in bed. We made out and stroked each other's bodies for a
while, and then Ellen slid down to my crotch, and took my hard
member in her mouth. We had done oral both ways before, but she
had never brought me to completion that way. That night she
sucked my cock with tender determination. Initially I was
inhibited; I didn't want to defile my new fiancee's mouth with my
cum. But then it dawned on me that she wanted my cum -- that my
orgasm in her mouth would make her happy. So I let go, and
squirted shot after shot of jism into her sucking mouth.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" she moaned as I filled her mouth. Then she
pulled off my dick with her lips pinched, and swallowed my load.
After that she lay beside me, and when I moved to touch her
between her legs, she murmured "No, you've already made me
happier tonight than anything else you can do. Let's just cuddle
and go to sleep. I love you." The faint whiff of my semen
lingered on her breath, but I didn't care.
The next morning, I woke up hard, and pulled her to me. After
brief foreplay, I reached for the bed table to get a condom. She
put her hand on my arm and said, "No, you don't need to use those
anymore. I want to feel the real you in me. I'm on The Pill, so
don't pull out. Come inside me."
With that, I mounted her and fucked her, and it was one of our
best ever. It was a good thing I had shot the load in her mouth
the night before, because the hot slippery grip of her vagina on
my bare penis kept trying to make me come prematurely. But I held
out, and we came together, with my cock ejaculating deep inside
her spasming cunt for the first time.
Since then I had only had a few more blowjobs from Ellen, so I
was jealous watching her suck off the man in the video. I could
tell she was getting him close when he grabbed her head in his
hands, sinking his fingers into her lustrous black hair. He
started rocking his hips, so he was fucking her mouth now. Ellen
pushed her hands against his thighs, but she couldn't stop him,
until he ground his pubic hair in her face, and shouted "Oh yeah!
Fuck yeah! Oh! Ugh! Ah!"
The head of his cock was all the way in her throat, so his cum
spurted right into her esophagus. I could see the bulge it made
in her neck just below her jaw line. He held her tightly for a
few more seconds while he drained the last of his jiz down her
throat. Then he pulled his prick out, leaving Ellen gasping and
coughing. I thought she might puke, but she didn't vomit or spit
up his cum.
The blowjob on the screen nearly made me come too. For the second
time watching the video, my stiff rod almost shot a load in my
pants.
When she rose to her feet, I could see her chin glistening with
saliva, which had also dripped all over her bulging tits. Her red
lipstick was smeared, her black hair was ruffled, her dark pubic
hair was matted from the tailor's fucking, and a sticky trail of
his cum ran down the inside of her thigh. She was the epitome of
a woman thoroughly fucked.
There was no more, because then the video tapes ran out. The
final time on the video counter was 6:30, so whatever else
happened, she got cleaned up, dressed, and came out of the store
only 10 minutes later at 6:40. How had she managed to appear so
normal as I trailed her back to her car? I had guessed right
about one thing -- under her smart work clothes, she had carried
another load of the tailor's cum, at least the remnants that
hadn't dripped out of her cunt. But when I watched her leave the
mall, I hadn't guessed that she also carried a load of a second
man's cum in her stomach.
What had I learned? Ellen had worked with both guys before, and
she owed them money. They knew her as Eve, not Ellen. The men had
used her sexually in the past, and they took it as their right to
fuck her however they wanted. Ellen had run away from them, but
now they had found her, and they were forcing her to return.
Obviously she had a secret past she hid from me, and it caught up
with her, and now she was in big trouble.
The videos affirmed another lesson from the first time I spied on
her: watching Ellen get fucked by other men was intensely erotic
for me. Part of me wanted to spend the rest of the night
rewatching them assault her again and again, but even more, I
wanted to figure out what Ellen's history was with the two men,
and Jake, whoever he was. I didn't have all the pieces to that
puzzle yet, but I thought I knew where I could find a missing
one.
The violet light from the neon sign was a beacon in the dingy
neighborhood. The store was an ugly one story building squatting
in a dirty parking lot. It sat on the old US highway between a
check-cashing place and a cowboy bar. There were quite a few cars
and trucks parked there, mostly beat-up older models. I summoned
my courage and walked inside.
It was busy, which surprised me, because it was 11:30 on a
Wednesday night. The other customers were all men, and everyone
ignored each other, which was fine with me. I went to the
shelves, and began searching. I hunted for an hour before I found
what I was looking for in the clearance racks, but there it was,
just as I suspected.
The box cover was a riot of big breasts, erect cocks, and pink
flesh spotted with globs of white cum. The title was 'Adam and
Eve, Original Sin'. Subtitles advertised: 'In the Garden of Eden,
the devil taught Adam and Eve every sex act known to modern man.
Deepthroat! Anal! Double Penetration! Lesbians! Watch how it all
happened the first time!' And the face on the front was Ellen. My
girlfriend was a porn star.
Chapter 5: Eden
Ellen and Robert strolled down a sun-dappled path, holding hands.
They were both nude. Ellen's big headlights beamed, and Robert's
shlong dangled, impressive even when limp. Ellen wore some eye
liner and mascara that made her eyes look big and vaguely
oriental. She bent over to pick a flower, giving a magnificent
view of her fuzzy cunt lips framed by her round, white ass.
Putting the yellow blossom in her dark hair, she waived a wistful
goodbye, and wandered off alone.
She startled at a hissing sound from some bushes, and then a
strange man emerged. He wore a kind of green reptilian mask, and
he was naked too. They exchanged some vapid conversation, and
then the reptile-man invited Ellen over to an apple tree. He
picked an apple, took a bite, and offered it to her. She took a
bite too, and an odd look came over her face. The man started
stroking his cock. Ellen stared while it hardened and lengthened
in his hand, until he was fully erect. Then he offered her a
chance, and her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, and
jacked back and forth over the bulging veins. After a while, he
made her kneel, and he took over jacking his cock again. A moment
later, he sprayed her with spurt after spurt of semen. The cum
drizzled her face, and ran down the cleavage between her tits.
From her knees, she smiled up at him, and licked the jiz off her
lips with a sensual circuit of her tongue.
Ellen rejoined Robert, and told him she had learned something
exciting. They sat side-by-side, and she put her hand between his
legs. She fondled and stroked him until he stood tall, and then
she gave him a hand job. Her delicate fingers and trim nails
traveled up and down, up and down, up and down his swollen
phallus. Finally, the purple head swelled, and streams of white
cum erupted, running down the long shaft, over her fingers, and
dripping off his balls. A caption briefly appeared: Man's first
orgasm! Afterward, Ellen licked strings of cum off her fingers,
while Robert's sticky cock started to shrink and lean over. Off
to the side, an old man in a white toga fingered his gray beard,
unseen by the pair.
Ellen returned to the snake-man, and they shared another bite of
apple. This time, he made her kneel and open her mouth. Then he
waived his soft prick in her face, and told her to suck it. She
did, and it grew long and stiff in her mouth. With mounting
encouragement from the man, Ellen's pink lips slid back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth over his shiny shaft. At
the critical moment, he pulled out, and gave her another facial.
Globs of cum ran down her cheeks and dripped from her nose as she
beamed up at him.
Ellen returned to Robert, and showed him her new trick. He sat
with his legs spread, and she sat beside him, leaning over,
sucking his cock. Her big utters swayed as she moved her mouth up
and down, up and down, up and down his hot rod. He made lusty
groans, "Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!," which got louder as he got closer.
While her mouth was tightly clamped on his swollen knob, he came.
Ellen's eyes bulged in surprise, but she kept sliding her mouth
over his dick. His cum spewed out between her lips and his
engorged veins, and ran down his cock in thick white streams,
pooling in pearly puddles in the hair on his balls. After he
finished ejaculating, she popped her mouth off his prick, and
smiled sweetly at him. Her mouth and lips were coated with cum.
He smiled back weakly, and caressed her hair. Another caption
flashed: Man's first blowjob! In the corner, the old man in white
watched again, still unseen, shaking his head.
In the next encounter by the apple tree, a beautiful young blonde
girl joined Ellen and the snake-man. She was naked too; her tits
were smaller than Ellen's, but nicely round with pointy little
nipples. Unlike Ellen, she had no pubic hair. After they each ate
some apple, the man spread the blonde's cunt lips wide with his
fingers, and taught Ellen some female genital anatomy. He parted
the blonde's pink flaps and poked at her orifices, teaching Ellen
crude words to describe these features. He told Ellen to insert
her index finger all the way into the girl's vagina, and then to
stick it into her anus. The blonde squirmed at these
penetrations. The man had Ellen do it again with two fingers, and
then three, which made the girl more uncomfortable, especially
when Ellen worked the three up her ass.
Next the snake-man spread Ellen's furry little beaver, and
fingered the florid membranes inside. She twitched and moaned
when he diddled her clit around and around and around. Then he
told the girl to eat her, and blonde buried her face in Ellen's
crotch. To supplement the cunnilingus, the girl kneaded Ellen's
big breasts and twisted her nipples. In a couple of minutes,
Ellen writhed and gasped "Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" in orgasm. After she
recovered a little, she rose unsteadily and walked away with a
goofy smile. Upon her departure, Robert pushed the girl up
against a tree and fucked her from behind. He came after only a
couple of minutes of steady pounding, pulling out of her gaping
vagina and squirting all over her anus. Quickly the white globs
ran down over her bare, inflamed cunt lips and dripped to the
ground.
When Ellen got back to Robert, she had him eat her pussy. He did
this indifferently and gave up quickly, demanding that she suck
his cock again. They had a little fight over who should eat whom.
Then Ellen had an inspiration. She made Robert lie on his back,
and she settled on top of him in a 69. She began slurping his
penis, while he sucked her clit. Their fervor escalated until
Robert shot another load. The first part went in Ellen's mouth
again, but then she pulled his dick out and jacked it for the
rest of his orgasm, shooting blobs of cum all over her face and
hair. As usual, the old man watched from the shadows, this time
muttering angrily to himself.
When Ellen got back to the apple tree, she picked an enormous
apple, and eagerly devoured several bites. The snake-man
appeared, took it from her, bit off a piece, and tossed it aside.
He made her kneel and suck his cock hard. Then he positioned her
on her hands and knees, and knelt behind her. As he penetrated
her, she cried out in pain. Heedless, he punched all the way in,
and then pulled his thick shaft back out through her spread cunt
lips. It was crimson with a thin coating of blood. The man
smiled, and shoved it back into Ellen's vagina. She gasped again,
but less sharply than the first time. Then he fucked her, ramming
his dick in and out, in and out, in and out of her fuck hole.
After a couple of minutes, he switched her to riding him, first
facing him, and then facing away. They went through the whole
catalog of positions of human sexual intercourse from A to Z. All
the way through, he slammed her hard, rippling waves through her
body, and flapping her tits around. Finally, after that feat of
amazing endurance, he pulled out and hosed her with cum.
Afterward, she lay on her back with her legs spread, hairy cunt
lips splayed, vagina reamed open, and droplets of cum glistening
all over her stomach and breasts. Eventually, she got up and
limped off, as if it pained her to walk.
Ellen apparently recovered by the time she got back to Robert.
She sucked him hard, stroking her lips back and forth, back and
forth over his lengthening shaft. When he was long and stiff, she
lay on her back, and invited him to lie on top of her. As he did,
she wrapped her fingers around his thick manhood, and guided him
into her fuck hole. He was a fast learner; he plunged in, and
started pounding her. After a while, she stopped him, and
switched to riding him. Her body bobbed up and down, tits
bouncing, her fuzzy cunt swallowing his rigid pole every down
stroke. They rotated through a few more positions, and then
finished missionary style. On top, Robert accelerated to warp
drive, and fucked himself to a noisy climax. He buried his dick
as deep as it could go, and held it inside Ellen, balls twitching
with each orgasmic contraction, until he was finished. Then he
pulled his long dong out of her vagina, and flopped beside her.
She lay with her legs spread and her moist cunt lips open wide.
After a minute, an opalescent glob welled up out of her gaping
fuck hole, and slid slowly down over her anus. A chain of more
cum blobs followed, forming a growing puddle on the ground
between her butt cheeks. A caption appeared: The Origin of All
Mankind!
After most of the cum had drained out, the bearded old man
appeared. Both Robert and Ellen were surprised and afraid. He
ranted and yelled, and they cowered. He ordered Robert to leave,
and then faced Ellen alone. He shed his white toga, revealing an
amazing cock, even bigger than Robert's. The man commanded Ellen
to suck it, so she knelt before him, cupped his huge balls, and
fellated him. Under her oral ministrations, he grew to a ram-rod
12 inches. Ellen's eyes crossed as she struggled to mouth his
fantastic phallus. After he was good and hard, he stood her, and
bent her over a rock. Then he made her reach back and pull her
buttocks open. As he penetrated her, she yowled in pain. With
each stroke, he pushed deeper, and she shrieked again and again.
Finally he managed to embed his full length in her, stretching
her asshole around his girth. Then he fucked her, stabbing his
fat prong deep into her rectum over and over and over. I doubt
she was constipated for the rest of that week. Ellen cried,
moaned, and pleaded, but the man continued his relentless butt
fucking. After a while, she sagged into a whimpering heap. When
he finally did finish, he didn't pull out; rather he stopped
fucking, his plum-sized knob a foot deep inside her, while he
pumped pulse after pulse of cum through his throbbing urethra
into her butt. After that, he drew the long thing out, leaving
her anus open and swollen. Immediately, his cum bubbled out, and
ran down through the seam between her pussy lips, where 10
minutes earlier, the tailor's cum had run out from her other
fucked hole.
The old man retreated to a corner, but Ellen's ordeal was not
over. Two big new men appeared, one black, the other Chinese.
Both were nude, and their dicks were already erect. They made
Ellen kneel between them, and take turns sucking the fudge bar on
her left, then the banana on her right. When their pricks were
thoroughly lubricated with her saliva, they took turns fucking
her. For a while, they contented themselves in her vagina, but
then they alternated reaming her asshole. All the while, Ellen
made a stream of little gasps and moans, which got louder after
the anal intercourse started. The guys moved on to double
penetration: the Chinese man lay on his back, Ellen straddled him
with his cock buried in her cunt, and the black man knelt behind
her and fucked her asshole. Ellen was very vocal at this point,
with her vagina and anus simultaneously stretched around two
pistoning rods. After this, they double-penetrated her a
different way: cramming both their fat dicks into her vagina,
with the black one fucking in while the yellow one fucked out,
then the black one pulling back while the yellow one slid in.
Ellen was sandwiched between their two grunting bodies,
helplessly groaning while they fucked her over-stuffed vagina.
Then it was time for their finale; first the Chinese man nailed
her, leaving his load in her pussy, then the black guy took
sloppy seconds, and deposited his jiz in her over-fucked hole.
While the black dick cycled through her vagina, it acquired a
white coating of Chinese cum, and then it added its own goo to
the mix. After the dark prick pulled out, Ellen's cunt lay
splayed open, black pubic hair soaked, dilated vagina rimmed with
a white froth of the Chinaman's cum, while creamy globs of the
black man's jiz ran out down into her butt crack. Another caption
popped up: The Origin of All the Races!
Hidden in another corner, the snake-man watched the two goons
fuck Ellen. Now, in addition to the green mask, he sported two
little horns on his head. While the pair worked Ellen over, the
blonde girl worked his prick over with her mouth and hand. The
view alternated between a black cock or a yellow cock or both
stroking back and forth through Ellen's fuck holes, and the
little blonde's lips stroking back and forth over the devil's
cock. The girl had little horns poking through her blonde hair
too. After the two guys drained their balls into Ellen's cunt,
the devil beamed with satisfaction. Then he shot his load inside
the blonde's mouth. It spurted out through her lips, and dripped
off her chin onto her pointy nipples.
In the last scene, the old man pointed down a dusty desert road,
and Ellen and Robert trudged away dejectedly. Robert was wearing
a loin cloth, and Ellen a grass skirt that started just below her
bare breasts. Ellen's nipples were huge and almost scarlet. The
skirt covered an enormous stomach bulge. The screen caption
flashed: Triplets! As they faded into the setting sun, the last
caption appeared: The Beginning (of Mankind).
I had seen my share of porn movies, and this was one of the best.
The lighting was good, so the colors of the pink pussies and
white cum were vivid. The actors made sure all the genital action
was clearly visible, even the pussy-eating and the double
penetrations. The cameras zoomed to fill the screen with giant
stiff penises and Ellen's wide open beaver. And all the men must
have eaten their Wheaties, because they ejaculated a quart of
cum. Ellen looked great with her voluptuous breasts, hourglass
waist, and beautiful ass. The blonde wasn't bad either. Even the
acting, what there was of it, held the story together. This was
also the first movie I ever saw where the men came inside the
women's mouths, cunts, and assholes, rather than pull out and
squirt on their faces or tits. I later heard these cum shots
called creampies. Eventually I found out the flick was nominated
for several AVN awards, including Best Newcomer for 'Eve'.
I came twice watching the porn video. I had been very aroused by
the surveillance video, first seeing Robert fuck Ellen, and then
watching Ellen blow Mitch, but I hadn't jacked off. However, I
couldn't resist masturbating while watching Ellen performed one
sex act after another in full screen Technicolor. I gave up any
pretense that I was watching the porn disinterestedly, yanked my
pants down to my knees, and fisted my engorged prick to orgasm
when the tailor blew his load inside Ellen's mouth. I stiffened
again, and came the second time when the black guy's cum-coated
dick unloaded in Ellen's sloppy cunt. What can I say? After all
the tension leading up to that point, I needed the release. Also,
the action on the screen was super-hot.
Even the movie credits were interesting. 'Evangeline Cummings'
was the star. 'Bobby Boneher' played Adam, 'Jack Meoff' was the
devil, 'Honey Bee' was the she-devil, and 'Rodney Long' portrayed
God. 'Joe Blow' and 'King Dong' were the two goons. 'Mitch
Johnson' directed, and 'Jake West' produced. I had almost all the
pieces of the puzzle filled in. But was my girlfriend 'Eve' or
'Ellen'? Was she the lascivious slut who had brazenly fucked her
way across my screen for the last 90 minutes, or the sweet girl I
proposed to? That I would have to find out tomorrow. It was 3:00
in the morning, and I needed a few hours sleep and some time to
think before I confronted her.
Chapter 6: Thursday
Thursday night, Ellen came over to my place. When I greeted her,
she gave me a perfunctory kiss, and slipped past me while I
closed the door. In my living room, she stood stiffly and avoided
eye contact. Apparently summoning her courage, she met my eyes, a
started speaking in a rapid, flat voice.
"This isn't your fault. This is all my fault. I'm sorry, I don't
know how else to say this, but I can't be your girlfriend
anymore. I've lied to you." After a small hesitation, she averted
her eyes and continued, "I've cheated on you. You're a nice guy.
A really nice guy. And I'm not who you think I am. You deserve
better than me. It may not seem this way now, but you are way
better off without me." Her left fingers twisted my engagement
ring on her right hand, and pulled it off. She set it on the
coffee table. "I'm sorry I led you on. You have every right to be
angry." A tear ran down her cheek. "I know you don't understand,
but I can't explain." She made a little sob, and still not
looking at me, she darted toward the door.
I had been distracted all day worrying about how I would play
this meeting with Ellen. The one thing I hadn't imagined was that
she would break our engagement and leave before I could say a
word. The only response I could think of was, "Ellen, I know
about Eve."
She froze just as she was reaching for the door knob. Before she
could react, I continued, "I know about 'Adam and Eve'. And I
know about Bobby and Mitch and Jake too."
Ellen turned to face me, horror on her tear-stained face. For a
moment, she struggled to speak. "How? ...How long have you known?
...How did you find out?"
I downplayed my own spying on her. I didn't lie, but I didn't
want to sidetrack the main issue. "I knew something was wrong on
Sunday when you met the tailor in the back of the shop to get the
dress altered. I followed you yesterday, and I know you met with
Bobby and Mitch. I figured out who they were, and I found out
about the video." The look on Ellen's face was astonishment. I
bulldozed ahead. "What I don't know is, how did you get mixed up
with these guys? And how did they find you again?"
I could see thoughts flying behind Ellen's dumbfounded eyes.
Whatever tortured directions she had feared this encounter might
go, my revelations blindsided her. "Do you know everything?" she
asked in wonder.
"No, not everything. I know you've been hiding your past. I know
you're in trouble now. But I don't know why. Will you tell me?"
She stared at me through red eyes brimming with tears. "You've
always been good to me. You're the first guy who's treated me
nicely in years. I knew it was too good to last, but I just
needed to pretend I could live a normal life with a nice guy. I
wanted it to last. I thought I really got away. I really loved
you." At this point, she completely broke down. I moved to her,
and she collapsed in my arms. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she
sobbed, breath heaving. "I'm so sorry..."
I guided her to the couch and we sat, her head buried in my neck,
tears drenching my collar. I put my arm around her and let her
cry it out. After several minutes, she took a deep breath, and
looked up at me. "You deserve to know everything. You're not
going to like this, but I won't lie to you anymore." Her eyes
pleading, she continued, "But please believe this: I do love you.
That wasn't a lie. I know I should have told you, but I really
didn't want to lose you. You can hate me for what I did and who I
am, but not because I didn't love you."
And with that, she told me the whole story. It took a long time,
and we just sat together on the couch with my arm around her
shoulder. I barely said a word until she was done.
"When I was in college, I never had enough money. My dad tried to
help me out, but in my sophomore year, he lost his job. I was
already working as a hostess in a restaurant, but I didn't get
any tips, and I got really crunched for money. At the time, I was
dating a guy, and he knew somebody who knew a photographer named
Steve. I talked to him, and he did freelance modeling shoots. I
didn't think I was pretty enough to be a model, but he took some
photos, and tried to get some interest. He came back to me, and
said he might be able to sell something, but I had to be more
'enticing'. I did some swimsuit pics, and then some shots in
underwear. I got a little money for those, which I desperately
needed. The next time I got together with him, he had a male
model pose with me. We were both nearly naked, and the
photographer shot us in a lot of suggestive positions. I wanted
to quit, but that time he paid me the most ever, in cash. I
really needed the money because I was three weeks behind in my
rent.
"The next shoot was with the same male model again, and the
photographer had me take everything off. He said I had great
tits, and that was what would really make money. I wasn't dating
anyone anymore, and I needed money really bad, so I did it. I was
pretty sure the male model was gay, so I let him grab my boobs,
and pose in sexual positions. The guy never had a hard on, and
the photographer never did any crotch shots. I got enough money
to cover my rent. Then the semester ended, and I went home for
the summer, and worked as a cashier. I just prayed that nobody
would find out about my nude modeling.
"In the fall, I went back to school. My dad had a new job, but he
had a lot of debts, so my money was tighter than ever. My job in
the dining commons didn't pay much, so I called Steve. He said he
could get me more money, but I would have to do more. 'What?' I
asked. 'Sex!', he said. I hung up on him. I sold all my used text
books, and that got me like $50. I looked for a better-paying
job, but I couldn't find anything. I couldn't get more Work-Study
because the income from my dad's old job disqualified me. My
dad's new job didn't even pay his expenses, so he wasn't giving
me much money. All the loans I could get had ridiculous interest
rates, and my dad didn't want me to go into debt, so he wouldn't
cosign. I was about to drop out of school, when the accident
happened.
"My mom and dad were driving, and they hit another car. My mom
was killed. My dad was injured really bad. He couldn't work, and
he needed in-home care. The insurance from his new job was crap,
so he lost his job, and the disability didn't begin to cover all
the costs. Now I needed to support him and my little sister. I
dropped out of school, and called Steve again.
"I developed in middle school. Since then, boys have always been
interested in my chest. Even grown men have been checking me out
since I was 14. I lost my virginity when I was 16, and I thought
it was no big deal, until the jerk who popped my cherry blabbed
about it all over school. Even then, everybody else was doing it,
so I ignored the looks and the comments. Later in high school, I
had a boyfriend, so I thought I knew about sex. He went to a
different college, and we weren't in love, so I went off to my
college thinking it was a fresh start, romantically. I dated guys
from the first week on, and of course they wanted to screw me,
but I usually held them off, because I wanted to wait for the
right guy. Once in a while, after a party or if I got drunk, I
would sleep with a guy, but in college, I never had a steady
boyfriend, somebody I really liked. The guy who hooked me up with
Steve was more of a friend; I only went all the way with him
once.
"Steve told me the photographs he took would only be used in
European magazines, so nobody in this country would ever see my
pictures. I was so desperate and stupid that I believed him. He
made me have simulated sex with men while he took pictures. After
a few shoots, he brought in girls, and made us kiss and touch and
lick each other. I had never even thought about sex with another
woman, but I just closed myself off, and did all the poses. He
paid me more money than I had ever earned before, so I just
gritted my teeth, and tried to think of it as a job. I was so
embarrassed, I prayed nobody would find out.
"Then my dad was sued. The people in the other car were injured,
and they claimed it was my dad's fault, even though there were no
criminal charges, and my mom was killed. He had shitty car
insurance because his new job didn't pay well, and after a long
fight, he lost in court. They were going to take our house, and
throw him and my little sister out on the street. She was still
in high school, and she was hanging out with a bad crowd. I
worried that she might drop out or get pregnant. I had to come up
with some money. Way more money than I had ever earned before.
"I asked one of the models I worked with about other jobs, and
she passed me along to Mitch. Mitch said he would have to
'interview me', so right in our first meeting, in his office, he
made me strip, and then he fucked me. This seems surprising now,
but Steve had never touched me. I was so mortified, I didn't know
what else to do, so I just let Mitch do it. After he finished, he
just said 'yeah, you'll do'.
"At that time, Mitch did really low budget stuff. He would get a
room in a motel or some house, set up some lights and cameras
with one other camera man, and shoot straight fuck scenes. He got
random actors to come in, sketchy guys and skanky girls, and just
let the guys fuck the girls every which-way and come on their
faces. It was disgusting, but Mitch's gigs paid a lot better than
Steve's, so I went along. I would show up at some location, and
other strange people would arrive. After setup, I would have to
take off my clothes, and let them fuck me, with bright lights
everywhere, and cameras zoomed in on my crotch. It was so
surreal, I just learned to go through the motions, to act the way
I was supposed to, and treat it as an almost out-of-body
experience. That was the only way I could do it.
"We lost the lawsuit in appeal. Now we owed lawyer fees plus the
judgment. My dad never recovered from the accident, and he got
worse after every legal setback. My sister, who was all but
flunking out of her senior year, was practically living with a 22
year old drug dealer. I had dropped out of college, and I was
waitressing weekdays, and fucking on camera weekends. I thought
life couldn't get any worse, but I was wrong.
"When I started the photo shoots with Steve, he advised me to use
a stage name. I came up with 'Evangeline' from a character in a
book I liked, but everyone called me 'Eve'. I guess that was my
inspiration. Out of desperation, I came up with an idea for a
movie, 'Adam and Eve', that I hoped would make more money than
the shitty fuck-films I was doing. I pitched it to Mitch. I told
him we could break into the big time. Of course, he always
thought he was destined for the big time, and I stroked his ego,
and his cock, until he bought it.
"Mitch knew Jake, who is a producer, and he took me to a meeting
with him. We presented the 'Adam and Eve' idea to Jake, and he
said he would think it over. Mitch said Jake should 'get to know
me', and left me with him. Jake took me out to dinner, then back
to his place, where of course, I spent the night. In the morning,
Jake told me we needed to sell the idea to some investors.
"Jake brought in guys from Las Vegas and New Jersey. After every
meeting with some new 'investor', he would leave me to spend the
night with them. Some of these guys were horrible. They would hit
me, or do painful things, and I just had to take it. By that
point, I was resigned that I would have to literally fuck every
man I met to get ahead.
"After Jake got commitments from the investors, I demanded to be
paid as the creator. I had written a script and copywrited it. I
told him I needed $100k, or there would be no movie. He was
furious, but I had him in a bind, because he couldn't walk away
from the movie and renege on those investors. They were
definitely not the sort of people you break business deals with.
At first he tried to bully me, and he even slapped me around, but
I wouldn't budge. I needed the whole $100k for my dad's bills,
and at that point, I had nothing to lose. I knew I had him over a
barrel, and he did too, so eventually he gave in.
"Jake brought in a lawyer and an accountant, and they put
together a money package. I was in over my head. I knew I should
get a lawyer too, but we already owed too much to lawyers, and
they hadn't done much to help my dad. In the end, I got $20k for
the script, $10k for my acting, and the rest was structured as a
loan against the earnings. Anyways, they gave me what I wanted,
$100k total, and I took the deal.
"We shot the movie. It was much fancier than any of the movies I
did before. There was a lot of buzz, and it seemed like it was a
hit. But then Jake told me receipts were low, and my share
wouldn't cover my loan. Now I owed them money, so I had to do
more movies to pay off the debt.
"Then my dad died. It had been coming ever since the accident. I
am sure he wondered where I got all the money, but he never
asked, and he never found out I was working porn. After the
funeral, the $100k cleared most of our debts. We sold the house
to pay off the rest, and there was still enough left for my
sister to go to college. I told her this was her chance to get a
good life, and she took it. She ditched her druggy boyfriend, and
started in school.
"The mother of my friend Honey, one of the actresses I worked
with, was the bookkeeper for Jake's company. She liked me, so she
told me what the real deal was. 'Adam and Eve' made lots of
money, but they made it look like a loser so the investors could
write it off their taxes. Those guys got the profits under the
table, but they lied to me and told me there were no profits.
Besides, they wanted to keep me making movies, because now I was
sort of star, and they wanted to make a lot more money off me. I
owed them a lot of money, so I was trapped.
"I really, really didn't want to do any more porn. I hated the
people, I hated the work, and I didn't need the money any more. I
realized I could just run away. Because I had used the name 'Eve'
since I started in the business, nobody knew my real name. My
parents were gone, my sister was away in school, and I had a
little money stashed. So, just before my next movie shoot, I
disappeared. I moved down here, found a job, and tried to leave
all that shit behind me.
"After we started dating, I thought my dreams had come true. For
the last couple of years, all the guys I met were losers, creeps,
and thugs. They only wanted to fuck me, or exploit me, or hurt
me. But you were so great to me. You didn't try to get in my
pants right away. I always felt so relaxed and natural with you.
I couldn't believe my luck when you proposed, because I so wanted
to marry you, but I was too afraid to hope for it, because I
didn't deserve to be happy with a guy like you."
Ellen shook her head slowly. "I should have known that was a
fantasy. It was only a matter of time until somebody recognized
me. I've had guys stare, and even ask rude questions, but I just
ignored them and they left me alone. I never expected to run into
somebody I worked with, especially not him. Not just buying a
dress at the mall." She shook her head sadly.
"Robert?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "Robert Bonair." Ellen pronounced his names
with a French accent, so they rhymed. "He's from Montreal. I even
dated him for a couple of weeks, until I realized what a jerk he
is. Porn actors don't get paid nearly as much as the actresses,
so they all have day jobs. I forgot tailoring was his family
business. I hadn't seen him in almost a year, but bam! last
Sunday, there he was, in the dressing room. Robert said he would
keep my secret, if I did what he asked, but he lied. He made me
come back for the dress yesterday, and then he gave me away to
Mitch. That asshole! I should never have trusted him!"
Ellen looked into my eyes. "He asked me to have sex with him. You
were waiting just outside, so I panicked, and I did it. I felt
horrible betraying you like that, but I didn't see any way out,
and I hoped that if I did it, he would let me go. Of course, that
was stupid. I'm sorry. I know this is completely mixed up, but I
did it because I didn't want to lose you."
She sighed. "Anyway, it's all over now. Mitch and Jake know where
I am. I have to go back to work for them. They'll never let me
get away again." Ellen looked into my eyes again. "And I've lost
you, so I don't even care what happens to me anymore." Her eyes
filled with tears, and she turned away.
"Ellen?" She refused to look at me. I took her hand, picked up
the engagement ring on the coffee table, and slipped it on her
finger again. She looked at me sharply, eyes wide.
"I'm not letting you go. I love you. I'm going to marry you."
She shook her head. "No. I can't be in that life and be with you.
I'm going to have to fuck lots of strange men on camera for a
million guys to watch. You can't have a girlfriend like that. And
I can't let you get mixed up with these guys. You don't
understand what they're like. They're gangsters. Please, let me
go. It's really for your own good."
I kissed her. "You're not alone. I'm with you. We'll get through
this together." She crumbled into my arms, and I just held her
for a minute.
Ellen looked at me. "But how?" she asked, her voice hollow with
despair.
"I don't know yet. But we'll think of something."
Ellen and I were both drained after her long story. We just went
into my bedroom, undressed, cuddled, and I quickly fell asleep.
After the last couple of days, I was exhausted.
Floating... Warmth... Softness... Swaying... Sliding... Arousal!
I drifted out of sleep. As my fog lifted, first I became aware of
my very engorged penis. Then I realized my blissful sensations
were because it was enveloped in Ellen's warm wet mouth. I was
lying on my back, and Ellen was curled beside me, black hair
bobbing in the dark room as she sucked my dick. Her leg was
rocking beside mine; I realized that her hand was between her
legs, and that she was stroking herself.
I had been deeply asleep, and I still wasn't fully awake when
Ellen stopped sucking. She straddled my hips, aimed my stiff wet
cock with her hand, and nestled her cunt down on it until she had
my whole length inside her. The light was dim, and my eyes were
slitted with sleep, so I could barely make out her bulging
breasts looming over me.
Ellen started rocking, scarcely moving my penis in her vagina,
but grinding her clit and labia on my pubic bone. Back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth. Her breath deepened. She leaned
forward, bracing her arms straight on the bed beside my
shoulders. I remained still, quietly relishing her sweet warm
grasp on my penis. She rocked harder. Her vagina started to slide
a little over my dick. She pressed her moist cunt down and
rubbed. Her breathing came faster and faster. My face was between
her soft fat breasts, and they occasionally brushed my stubbled
cheeks as they swayed. Her body began quaking with little
tremors. Then she let out long gasping moans, "Huhhh! Huhhh!
Huhhh! Huhhh!" She must have come for a whole minute before her
orgasm subsided.
After another minute, Ellen's breathing slowed. She raised her
pelvis, sliding her vagina off my cock. Briefly she grasped my
turgid dick, and then pushed a couple of fingers up her twat. She
was feeling for my cum. Finding none, because I hadn't come, she
slipped off me, turned around, and straddled me again, facing my
feet. She slipped my prick back into her vagina, and started
bouncing up and down on it. Unlike the first part of the fuck,
these were long, fast strokes. She slapped her buttocks against
my loins rapidly, smack! smack! smack!, ramming my rod deep
inside her.
Although I wanted this to go on forever, I didn't last long. With
loud grunts, I ejaculated, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!". Each down
stroke of her vagina elicited another fountain of my cum into the
tight space between my dickhead and her cervix. Each down stroke
also buttered the sides of my cock with the cum from my last
spurt. I pumped about a dozen spurts into her before I was
exhausted. There was no way she could be uncertain whether I came
the second time.
Having satisfied me, Ellen climbed off and lay beside me. We were
both still panting from the fuck. Except for my ejaculation, I
hadn't moved a muscle the whole time. We never kissed. We never
said a word. And then we both fell sound asleep. In the morning,
it seemed like a dream, except for the dried cum that coated my
genitals.
Chapter 7: Friday
In the bathroom, Ellen asked me to give her a razor. When she
emerged from the shower, her pubic hair was gone, except for a
small patch above her cleft. When I stared in surprise, she said,
"In the business, everyone shaves, even most of the guys. It's
always irritated at first when you haven't shaved in a long time,
so I just got it over with." I wanted to put her whole pussy in
my mouth and suck those bare cunt lips, but this wasn't the time.
Later Ellen said, "I have to go get tested this morning. Everyone
in the business has to have an STD test monthly. That's a strict
rule, and I haven't been tested in almost a year."
A light bulb went on in my head. "What if you had an STD? Then
you couldn't work!"
"Oh great idea! Why don't I go catch AIDS so I can get out of
porn?"
"No! I'm just talking about the report. After testing, you get a
report, right?" Ellen nodded. "If the report says you have AIDS,
your career is over, right?"
"Yeah," she agreed, "but I can't get the clinic to fake a report.
They have to send positive results to the state. And I don't know
anybody at the clinic who would lie for me."
"It doesn't have to come from the clinic. You just need a
positive report. We can forge it."
Ellen's eyes widened. "I have an old report at my house. Do you
think you could copy it and change it?"
"Yeah!" I said, although I had no idea how yet. "I'll follow you
back to your place, and then I can take it to work and make a
fake."
Ellen's face turned sour. "This is a clever idea, and it might
work, if the fake is good. But even if I can't work in the
business anymore, I still owe them a lot of money."
I sighed. "You're right. At least this could keep you off camera,
and buy us some time. Then maybe we can figure something else
out."
Ellen hugged me. "You're so great. I can't believe you still even
want me. I love you!"
"I love you too." I kissed her. "Let's go."
That evening, I showed Ellen the new report. Fortunately it had
been a slow day at work. I had tried a few versions that I forged
with the copy machine, whiteout, and an old typewriter, but I
wasn't satisfied with them. Then I spent a few hours on the
Macintosh creating a facsimile from scratch. I matched the
letterhead, font, and format, and finally got it right. I dated
the test Thursday, the day after her ultimatum from Mitch in the
back room. I also drafted a form letter that I imagined would
accompany a positive report, offering counseling, resources, and
referrals.
Ellen was impressed. "Wow! This looks perfect! You're a genius! I
think this will work!" She gave me a huge hug. I hadn't seen her
this happy in a week.
"You know," I told her, "you're going to have to sell this. This
isn't just your 'get out of porn free' card. This has to be real.
It is devastating, life-changing bad news. You need to make Mitch
and Jake believe that."
"I know, I've been thinking about that. I'll tell them that I
worked as an escort for a while after I took off. That I must
have gotten it from some John, but I never realized it until I
had to get tested. They'll have no trouble believing I did some
whoring, because a lot of the actresses do it at some point or
another."
"That's good," I said, impressed with the plausibility of her
story. "Do you think you can convince them?"
"Yes," she said with a smug tone, "after all, I am an actress."
That made me smile, then we both laughed, then we kissed. Behind
my back, I crossed my fingers.
Later that evening, I asked her, "Could your friend Honey's
mother give us proof that Jake and Mitch cheated you? If she
could, we could force them to cancel your debt."
"Lorna?" Ellen responded. "No. She's been working for them too
long. She's too scared to cross them."
"Where does she keep the books? Could we get access to their
financial records without her help?"
Ellen thought for a moment before replying. "Jake has a business
office. That's where I have to meet him and Mitch tomorrow. Lorna
works there, and there's a computer she uses for all the office
stuff. But I don't think they keep the real books there. They're
too careful.
"One night, Honey was giving me a ride home, because my car was
having problems. We had to pick her mother up, so we went by the
main office, but Lorna wasn't there. Honey said she knew where
she was, so we drove to another office a few blocks away. The
company name was different from Jake's company, but Lorna was
there. On the way home, I asked her what she was doing there, and
she said Jake made her stay late to 'do some numbers' for some
deal he was putting together. I asked her why she wasn't working
at the main office, and she just said, 'Jake has a lot of
secrets,' but she wouldn't say more. I didn't find out how
crooked he was until later, but then I realized he had a secret
office, and probably a shell company, so he could keep two sets
of books."
"Wow," I said. "I guess that's a dead end."
"Yeah, but I do know how to get into it."
"What do you mean? I asked.
"When Lorna came out, she locked the door, but then she put the
key in a mailbox. It was like a spare key or something."
"Are you suggesting that we break into Jake's secret office?"
Ellen winced. "Well, I guess when you put it that way, no. That
would be burglary, and besides, Jake and his buddies are
dangerous. If we got caught, we would be in way worse trouble
than just with the police."
My mind raced for a minute, turning over ideas. "Do you think
anybody would be there tomorrow? On a Saturday?"
"Not Lorna, she never works weekends. But Jake might, he works
all kinds of hours."
"Yes, but tomorrow, Jake is meeting you, at the main office.
While you're with him, I could look around the secret office, and
see if I can turn anything up."
"No," Ellen said, "that's too risky. I can't let you do that for
me."
"Let me worry about the risk. If you keep Jake tied up for a
while, maybe I can find your ticket to freedom."
"No! It's dangerous. This is crazy."
"How much do you owe Jake?" I asked.
"I don't know. Probably about $70k." Ellen said with despair.
"Do you want to do more porn films to pay that off?"
"NO! I can't bear to do any more of that."
"Well then, let me see if I can get into the office, and find the
real money trail on 'Adam and Eve'. You keep Jake busy, and give
me a chance to see what I can find. It's a long shot, but I don't
have any better ideas."
"You'd do that for me?" she asked, voice cracking.
I didn't answer, I just kissed her. For a bedtime snack that
night, I ate a raw clam. It was delicious. Ellen had a banana
with cream, and we both liked that too.
Chapter 8: Saturday
The next morning, Ellen drove us up to her meeting with Mitch and
Jake. It took about an hour on the freeway. After we got off the
highway, she wound through streets into an area with non-descript
office buildings. On Saturday morning there were few cars and no
pedestrians. First she drove by a two-story building in a plaza,
and pointed out her meeting place. Then she drove a few more
blocks, pulled into an empty parking lot, and pointed at the door
to a one story brick office building. Beside the door was a sign
with the business names, and a row of built-in mailboxes.
"I think that's Jake's secret office. Lorna put the key in the
fourth mailbox from the left," Ellen said.
"Ok, let me see what I can do." I got out of the car, and Ellen
drove off to her rendezvous with Mitch and Jake.
The mailboxes required simple keys to open. I didn't have a key,
but I had brought a couple of paper clips. I bent one to slip
into the key slot, and pulled another one straight so I could
poke it into the slot over the first. No one was around, so I
jiggered and fiddled with the mailbox lock for a couple of
minutes, and then it turned, and the mailbox door opened. Inside
was a couple of envelopes, and under them, a key. Bingo!
I looked at the envelopes, which were addressed to JW, LLC. The
mailbox number was 104.
At this point, I glanced around again. Nobody was watching, and I
could see no security cameras. I put on latex gloves so I would
leave no finger prints. I hadn't watched all those TV crime shows
without learning anything!
I took the key, closed the mailbox, and went to the building's
front door. It was locked, but the key opened it. Inside was a
featureless corridor with numbered doors. Fourth along the hall
was 104, with a JW, LLC plaque on the door. The key opened that
door too, and I was in the office.
Quickly, I looked for a security system or cameras, but there was
none. The office was small, with only two rooms, minimal
furniture, and no decorations. The front room had a copy machine,
filing cabinets and file boxes. The back room had a spartan desk,
a couple of chairs, and a tall gray metal cabinet with two doors.
On the desk was a computer monitor, printer, keyboard, mouse, a
litter of papers, and an old paper coffee cup.
I strode to the desk, and started the computer. It was an old PC,
and after it booted, the screen presented me with a login window.
Shit! I had no idea what a valid username and password would be.
I searched the rooms for several minutes, trying to find some
note or clue that might let me log into the computer. There was
nothing, so I stopped to think. Shuffling through all the paper
files would take hours I didn't have. I opened the tall cabinet
doors, and inside was a mess of ancient computer manuals, sheaves
of papers, spare computer cables, and disks.
Disks.
I looked through the disk labels. Most of them were installation
disks for commercial software, but a few were hand-labeled backup
disks.
Backup disks.
What I wanted was files with financial records off the computer.
I had even brought blank disks to copy files if I found them. In
my hand was a backup disk, labeled with a date from the previous
week. I could not know what files were on that disk without the
computer, which I could not access without a password, but it
seemed reasonable that important financial records ought to be on
it. Without logging into the computer, I had no way to copy it,
but what if I just took it? Would it be missed?
Then I stopped to think about the whole situation, and what Ellen
had told me. Mitch and Jake were creeps, but when Ellen had
threatened to queer the deal between them and their gangster
investors, Jake had capitulated. Jake was so afraid to cross
those business associates, he had given in to Ellen's demand for
$100k. Of course, then he had schemed to cheat her and entrap her
with debt, but Jake was vulnerable. If his financial chicanery
was revealed, he would be in trouble with the IRS, but in even
bigger trouble with his gangster partners, if they thought they
might get caught up in his financial shenanigans. Jake could be
blackmailed!
Getting Ellen back into porn would be a windfall for Jake and
Mitch, but she had been gone for almost a year, so they must have
smoothed over her departure and defaulted loan by now, and moved
on. If we had evidence of financial misconduct, and threatened to
reveal them and their associates to the IRS, they would have no
choice but to let Ellen go.
I stared at the computer. Inside was a hard drive, presumably
containing evidence of financial fraud. What if I took that hard
drive, or even the whole fucking computer? What if, rather than
run away from these assholes, we threatened them with ruin!
Under the desk, I ripped all the cables off the computer, and
carried it into the front room. I dumped one of the file boxes on
the floor, and stuffed the computer into it. I threw all the
backup disks into the box beside the PC, and set the box lid on
top. The computer was too tall for the box, but the lid made the
PC less obvious. Then I picked up the box, and left.
At the glass front door, I peered outside to make sure no one was
watching, and then I carried the box rapidly away from the
building. I walked a block, and found a deserted alley. Behind a
dumpster, I hid the box under some scrap cardboard. It was too
conspicuous and heavy to carry all the way to Jake's main office,
so I stashed it until Ellen and I could pick it up later.
Unencumbered, it took me about 10 minutes to walk to Jake's main
office. Ellen's old blue Honda compact was parked in front, next
to a black Mercedes coupe and a red Corvette.
I looked at my watch. It was 10:15, over an hour after Ellen
would have gone into her meeting with Mitch and Jake. Our hope
was that she would deliver the bad news that she had AIDS, and
leave. That shouldn't have taken an hour. Worried, I approached
the front door.
On the door was a Wild West Enterprises sign. It was unlocked, so
I walked in. The front room was a reception area, with beige
carpet, a small desk, a couple of sofas, a coffee table, some
ferns, and anonymous art on the walls. It was empty.
Behind the reception desk were two closed doors. At the first, I
put my ear to the door and listened. Hearing nothing, I opened
it, and inside was a business office, with a computer monitor on
the desk, filing cabinets, and bookcases. It was neat, with
spider plants on the window sills, and a family picture on the
desk. This must be Lorna's main office, I thought. Ellen must be
through the other door.
I put my ear to the second door. Through it, I heard a faint
"huh, huh, huh." I turned the handle, and threw it open.
Inside was a bigger office, much nicer than the first. In the
middle was a large, dark mahogany desk. Ellen was standing beside
it, bent over, leaning on it. She was naked, black hair falling
over her face, breasts bulging. Standing behind her, hands on her
bare hips, was Mitch. He had no pants on, and he was pressed
tight against her, with his eyes closed. When the door flew open,
he was grunting, "Uh, Uh! Uh!" His eyes popped open in surprise,
and he stepped back. His erect cock still pointed at Ellen's
bottom. On it was a condom, its tip dangling with a white bulge
of semen.
I lost it. I was fed up with these assholes fucking my fiancee. I
charged Mitch, and he threw up his hands in feeble defense. I
slammed a fist into the paunch above his wagging dick, and he
grasped for his belly with an "Oof!" With his hands no longer
guarding his face, I smashed my other fist into that, and he
reeled backward. Sweeping past Ellen, I closed on the staggering
Mitch, when Ellen screamed, "Look out! Jake's got a gun!"
As I dashed into the room to assault the man fucking my
girlfriend, I had only registered the other man peripherally.
Jake had been sitting behind the desk, watching Mitch and Ellen.
Now he was standing, pulling a revolver from a drawer.
"Get down!" I shouted to Ellen. Adrenalin took control. I stepped
behind the wobbling Mitch, and grabbed his hair to keep him
upright. Ellen ducked below the desk. Shoving Mitch in front of
me, I charged straight at Jake. He was also naked below the
waist. He waived the gun at us, eyes wide, as I closed on him,
using Mitch as a shield. The two of us crashed into Jake, who
fell backward over his chair. Mitch landed on top of him with an
"Umph!"
While they were tangled on the floor, I scanned for the gun.
Still in Jake's hand, sticking out from under Mitch. I stomped
his wrist so hard I probably broke it. Jake cried out, and his
hand opened. I snatched the gun.
Mitch and Jake were still piled on the floor, groaning and moving
slowly. "Are you alright?" I asked Ellen.
She peeked over the desk, amazed to see me pointing Jake's gun.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"I'm ok," I said. "Get dressed. We're leaving."
"What about them?"
Jake had crawled out from under Mitch, and now he was sitting,
holding his wrist in his other hand. Mitch lay beside him,
groggy. "I don't know," I replied to Ellen, "I think I'll shoot
them." At that, Jake jolted, eyes pools of terror.
Pointing the gun in his face, I cocked the hammer. "So asshole,
you think you can fuck people over and get away with it? Well,
now I'm going to fuck you over."
"No!" he wailed, raising his hands as if they could block a
bullet.
"No! Don't!" Ellen said. "You can't just kill them!"
"Why not? That way we'll be sure they'll never bother us again.
They're scum. You told me so yourself! Why shouldn't I just blow
their brains out?"
"Wait!" Jake pleaded. "Don't shoot! What do you want? We can make
a deal!"
Looking straight into his eyes I said, "You both just raped my
girlfriend. What I want is for you to die!"
"Please, don't shoot them!" Ellen begged.
"How else can we be sure they'll leave you alone?" I asked.
"Ok! We're done with her! She can't work anymore anyway!" Jake
exclaimed.
"What about her loan?"
"We wrote that off! That's history!"
I paused. While my blood was boiling, I really was ready to shoot
them. But I am no murderer, not in cold blood. At some point, I
realized that terrifying Jake could bully him into freeing Ellen,
and so I continued to play the tough guy.
To Ellen: "Do they have a promissory note?"
"Yes, they got it out of the file. It's on the table." She
pointed to a meeting table in the corner with a folder and papers
strewn across it.
To Jake: "Alright asshole, if you want to live, get that note,
and write this on it: I, Jake West, do relieve Eve Cummings of
all debt, and promise to pay any outstanding obligations she may
have. Then date and sign it."
"Ok! Sure! Whatever you want." With that Jake rose unsteadily to
his feet, shuffled over to the table, and pulled out the note. He
could barely hold the pen with his stomped wrist, so he wrote
slowly and awkwardly, but he wrote it.
"Mitch has to sign it too," I said.
Mitch crawled over to the table, got to his knees, and signed.
Ellen had put on her clothes. She seemed a little dazed. "Ready
to go?" I asked. She just nodded.
"One more thing, assholes. While you were fucking around here, I
broke into JW, LLC." Jake startled, fear returning to his eyes.
"I took your computer, so I've got all your crooked business
records." Jake swallowed hard. "I'm just guessing, but you
probably don't want me to turn those over to the IRS, do you?"
"No," Jake answered in a small voice.
"Well, I'm keeping that computer as insurance, in case you start
thinking of reneging on this deal. If we ever hear another peep
from either of you, or anybody else in your goddamn business, Eve
and I are going to take your files to the Feds. Think about
explaining that to your 'investor' pals before you decide to
bother us again. Got it?"
"Yeah," Jake nodded.
"Look between your legs." Both men were still naked from the
waist down, and their genitals hung limp. Grotesquely, the used
condom still dangled from the head of Mitch's dick. "From now on,
every time you take your dick in your hand to piss, think back on
this day, and thank God I didn't shoot it off."
With that, I followed Ellen out. She took the signed promissory
note. I took the gun. I felt like I had just hit a grand slam to
win the World Series.
In the parking lot, Ellen turned to me in awe and said, "Oh my
God! Were you really going to shoot them?"
"No. You're not the only actor around here."
Relief brought a smile to her face, and she hugged me. As we
drove out, we picked up the box behind the dumpster. Our
insurance policy.
On the way home, we stopped by the mall. Ellen went in to the
boutique, and I walked around back to the outside door of the
dress shop. It was locked, and I waited. After about 10 minutes,
Robert opened the door and squinted in the sun, looking around.
I stepped into the doorway. Robert lurched backward, saying "Who
are you?"
I hit him in the mouth. He staggered, slipped, and fell on his
butt.
"I'm Eve's boyfriend, asshole."
I entered the tailor's shop, and shut the door. Ellen stood
beside him, looking down. Robert looked from me to Ellen. "What
the fuck? Where's Mitch?" he mumbled through his swelling lip.
"He's not here," I answered. "We just got done with him and Jake,
and now we're here for you."
"What do you mean?" He touched fingers to mouth, and they came
away crimson.
"What I mean," I said in a menacing voice, "is that they will
never bother Eve again, and neither will you."
Robert's eyes widened. "What did you do? Did you kill them?"
Turning to Ellen he said, "Hey, come on! I just work for those
guys." Under her cold stare he implored, "They put out the word
that they wanted to find you. I don't know any of their business.
I didn't mean anything! What are you going to do to me?!"
Ellen let his plea hang in the air for a long moment. "Leave me
alone. I never want to see you again. Tell no one you have seen
me, or know anything about me."
"Ok! Everybody's forgotten about you already. I'm not the one you
have to worry about."
"Good," Ellen said, "because I don't have to worry about Mitch or
Jake anymore either." Robert winced at the calm surety it her
voice.
"Oh, and one more thing," she said, "you might want to get an
AIDS test."
"What!?" Robert looked up at her, and she just nodded slightly.
His mouth gaped open, and fright bloomed in his eyes.
I opened the outside door, and Ellen and I walked out, leaving
Robert sitting on the floor with a bloody lip, nursing far worse
fears.
Chapter 9: Saturday Evening
That night, Ellen came out of her bathroom in a negligee I had
never seen. It was lavender, and so short the purple lace hem
barely came to her crotch. Her bountiful cleavage swelled over
the top of the tiny garment, nipples poking sharp points in the
tight fabric, and areolas making large rouge circles through the
sheer material. The small unshaved patch of her pubic hair was a
dark smudge just above the hem of the nightie.
She squeezed my bicep, and said in a low breathy voice, "You're
my hero. My man. I want you to make me your woman. I want you to
club me over the head, drag me by the hair back to your cave, and
fuck me." My heart leapt. "I want you to own me. I want you to
fuck the shit out of me! I want you to sodomize me." Now my dick
leapt!
"Down on your knees," I ordered. We had never played this game
before, but I could guess the rules. "Suck my cock! Get it nice
and hard so I can fuck your ass!"
Ellen dropped in front of me, exposed my growing penis, and
slurped it into her mouth. Looking up into my eyes, she slid her
mouth over and over and over my rod, and caressed my swollen
glans with her tongue. When I was fully erect, she pushed her
mouth farther and farther down my shaft, until my dickhead
slipped into her throat, and her lips kissed my pubic hair. I had
never been deepthroated before. While my glans was lodged between
her tonsils, her tongue snaked down my scrotum and tickled my
balls. It was incredible!
"Get on all fours," I ordered. Ellen climbed onto the bed, and
assumed the position. The short hem of the negligee slipped up to
her hips, baring her buttocks. She spread her knees and presented
her asshole to me. It glistened with lubrication. I climbed
behind her on my knees, took my saliva-coated dick in hand, and
pressed my purple glans into her anus. The head punched through
her tight grommet, and she gasped "Ah!" I fucked back and forth,
laying more and more pipe, until I was in to my balls. Ellen made
a low moan, "Ughhh!"
Then I butt-fucked my girlfriend. Smack! Smack! Smack! My loins
spanked her buttocks as my tool went spelunking in her rectum.
Every thrust brought an "Oh! Oh!" from Ellen. After I had pounded
her for about a minute, I had to pause to avoid coming. We were
both panting hard. I reached down and grabbed her hanging tits.
Not content to feel them through the sheer negligee, I pulled the
top down, so they burst free. Scooping up a bare boob in each
hand, I resumed fucking her.
Normally, when I fuck Ellen vaginally in the doggy position, I go
about 4 or 5 minutes before I come. In the tight grip of Ellen's
anus, even with the break to feel her tits, I ejaculated after
only about 3 minutes. When I compared the time it had taken the
tailor to come in Ellen's ass to in her cunt, I had speculated
that her asshole was twice as tight as her vagina. Now I had
proven that myself.
I was upright on my knees. I had dropped Ellen's breasts and
grasped her hips while I spurted my cum in her rectum. She was
kneeling below me, head down, buttocks spread, with my cock
spearing her asshole. I slid my dick out with a faint pop.
Ellen's anus was a swollen ring around an angry red hole. My jiz
oozed out, like a tiny white tongue sticking out from rounded
lips.
The sight of my cum running down between her shaved labia from
her gaping asshole inflamed me. Although I had ejaculated, I was
still hard as steel. I pushed Ellen down on her stomach, and
poked my dick back into her anus. I wasn't done! I lay on top of
her, and started ass-fucking her again.
Of course, she hadn't expected this second onslaught. "Oh God! Oh
God!" she gasped under my weight as I fucked her. I could feel my
cum smearing all over my dick and her ass as I fucked in and out,
in and out, in and out. It made the second fuck much slipperier
than the first. Although I had just come, my hard-on never
flagged. I was as thick and stiff as the first time as I pounded
my cock through her anus over and over and over.
The second round I lasted a long time. I showed her no mercy, and
fucked her relentlessly. Squashed under me, Ellen gasped for
breath as I hammered my dick into her butt. The bed creaked under
both of us as we fucked, squeek! squeek! squeek! I didn't know
whether I could come a second time, but I channeled all the
tension, anxiety, and erotic stimulation of the past week into
fucking my fiancee's ass as hard as I could.
In the end, Ellen came. I hadn't expected her to orgasm getting
fucked in the ass, but she did. Later she told me it was the
first time she ever came that way. After at least 10 minutes of
steady pounding, she started quivering underneath me. Her low
moans got louder and louder, "oh! Oh! OH! OOH! OOOH!" Then her
ass muscles squeezed, and she let out a series of cries, "AH!
AHH! AHHH! Oooh Fuuuck!!!" That got me, and I buried my cock as
deep as I could thrust it, and came for my second time.
After a while, I pulled out of her butt with a slurp. My cock and
pubic hair were smeared with cum. Below me Ellen's sculptured
butt cheeks were splayed wide, and her crack and the insides of
her thighs shined with their own coating of jiz. Her pussy was
nestled between them, untouched. As I watched, her asshole
contracted, but my second load of semen remained deep in her
burning rectum -- for the moment. The only thing missing was a
wisp of smoke curling from the tip of my dick.
Ellen belonged to me now, and I was going to keep her.
Epilog
Ellen and I have been married for some years, and we have two
kids, a boy and a girl. Ellen's waist has gotten thicker since
her pregnancies, and her tits don't sit as high anymore, but she
still looks great. We still have good sex too, although not as
often as I would like. And occasionally, I still nail her in the
asshole, when she needs reminding who her man is.
Ellen doesn't like to talk about her porn career, so I don't
mention it anymore, and none of our friends know. I would never
cheat on Ellen, but I do have a secret sexual interest I conceal
from her. Over the years, I have collected her videos. The advent
of the internet has made it possible to track down obscure porn
films, and I have found a dozen of hers. I am pretty sure she
made a lot more, but she never told me how many, so I keep
searching. Every once in a while, I sneak in a viewing, and watch
a younger Ellen, before she was my bride, fuck all kinds of men
and women, in every position, in every hole. All the fuck scenes
end the same way, with spurts of white cum on Ellen's face, tits,
pussy, or ass. I don't know why, but I do love to watch her get
fucked by other men. Sometimes I still watch the surveillance
video I made in the tailor's shop too, when Robert and Mitch took
their turns with her. And of course, my favorite flick by far is
Ellen's starring role in her own script, "Adam and Eve". But none
of the movies can ever eclipse my memory of watching the tailor
fuck Ellen in the ass, live, in the back of his shop all those
years ago.
Postscript.
I hope you enjoyed my sequel to "Ellen is Measured." If you know
anything about the original or its author, or if you have any
comment on my text, send me a message at kalmkren@yahoo.com.
Clint Kalmkren
2013
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