AUTHOR = Nelson
E-MAIL = withheld
| EDITOR's NOTE - Part one of this story can be found at: Part 1. |
The next day I was sitting in my office wondering how I would handle the shoot on my ex-wife, and drinking a cup of tea. I had loved my ex-wife (Ann) very much and thought we would remain as a pair forever, but the slut had had other ideas. Though I did not know it, she was out all day trawling to find another man, one with more money than I had at that time. Then, when she found one, she upped and left. She just packed a suitcase and moved out. Next I heard she was living with a so-called millionaire in a big house in the country. I wanted to arrange something special for her. She had all the right equipment -- nice tight little arse, big tits, and the juiciest tight little cunt you could hope to find -- to take a good series of pictures, but who with and how, I didn't know. I did know I wanted to humiliate her in some way. Just then there was a knock at the door.
I opened it and there was Elena, looking just as lovely as yesterday, but I could see she had been crying and she was carrying a suitcase.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
She soundlessly handed me a piece of paper. It was a note from Martin. "Put this in another series of photos, usual rate. I want her arse reamed hard by someone. Get a couple of blacks to do a turn up her arse and let me know she's done the business," it read.
"What is this all about?" I asked.
"Martin said that what I earned yesterday was not enough," she said. "He wanted me to go out on the street and pick up men for money. I couldn't. So he said I could do this instead and I'm not to go back unless I do."
I sighed. "Elena, this isn't for you. You are too nice for this. Tell him to get lost."
"I can't," she said, "I have nowhere to stay. He won't let me back unless I do it. Anyway, I know girls who let their boyfriends do it in their butts. They say it doesn't hurt when you get used to it. Please, you must let me earn the money or he won't let me stay with him."
"Are you in love with him?" I asked.
"I don't think so," she said, "but I don't know anyone else in town and I cannot go back home yet."
I put my arm around her shoulders and was pleased she allowed me to. I sat her down on a chair and told her the story about Martin and how she was being led on. At first she didn't believe me or at least she didn't want to. Then she sobbed a little and I drew her to me, holding her tight and soothing her.
"But I still have to do it," she said. "I can't afford to stay in a hotel. Don't you think the pictures would sell? Anyway, after the pictures you took yesterday I'm nothing but a cheap hooker anyway."
I told her the pictures would probably earn a fortune, but I didn't care. As for the ones that I took yesterday she had only to say the word and I would destroy them. And if she had nowhere to stay, she could stay at my flat until she was ready to move somewhere else.
And I was throwing away a fortune too. The way this girl looked, so innocent and naïve, I knew that butt-fucking photos of her would rate a premium, as would the ones I had taken of her being fucked yesterday but hell, this girl was getting to me in a big way.
Anyway, the upshot was that I gave her my key and put her in a taxi to go to my place. Then I sat down again to contemplate what to do about Ann. Then it hit me, what Martin had wanted for Elena was just the thing for Ann! She had always affected a fear of Black men and I wondered how she would react to two black men double ganging her -- one in that tight little arse and one in her tight little cunt! So I phoned Joey and Ramus, two black guys I used from time to time, and arranged for them to come to the studio the next day at eleven, and rang Ann to get her there at ten. I figured to get some drink inside her to loosen her up before presenting her to Joey and Ramus. Then, having nothing else to do, I sorted out the previous day's photos of Elena, shut the office, and went home.
Home is a big studio flat which is really one massive room, divided up into areas -- a kitchen area, a living area, a bathroom area and a sleeping (and other things) area. In all, about 40 feet wide by 60 feet long. There are no walls except around the toilet. Everything is an open plan, and the furniture is modern tubular type, mainly in black to go against the white walls and the thick white carpet. When I got there Elena was prowling around, wide-eyed.
"Wow, what a terrific place," she said. "Makes Martin's flat look like somewhere the dustmen deliver! Where do I sleep?"
I had forgotten there was only one bed. "You have a choice," I said, "you can either sleep with me in the bed or you can sleep on the settee."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
I wanted to tell her to get into the bed now so that I could fuck her rigid, but I thought that that would frighten her off after her experience with Martin. "Whatever you feel comfortable with."
"I suppose that I had better take the bed and pay my way like I did with Martin," she said, looking a bit crestfallen.
"There is no need to," I said. "I didn't invite you here to jump your bones. You seemed a nice girl who needed help. You are under no obligation nor need you feel any obligation."
She looked hard at me. "You mean it, don't you?"
"Yes," I said and handed her the packet of photos of her and Martin. "I think these are yours."
She looked inside and took the photos out and tore them up.
"Did this turn you off? Is that why you don't want me?" she asked.
"Elena," I said, "I think you are beautiful. I do want you, but not as a thank you gift for letting you stay. When you are ready to make love with me because you want to and not because you feel you have to, I'll be a very happy man."
She smiled. "In that case I'll take the bed with you. It's big enough for an army anyway, so you won't have to get to close unless you want to."
I smiled back. "I'll have to go out and get some food," I said, "if you don't want to starve tonight."
"Let me come with you," she said. "I'll cook tonight. I can cook. It won't be the best meal you ever had but it will be nice."
So we went out and bought steaks and salad and wine. And she cooked steak with salad and jacket potatoes and we drank the wine and watched television until bedtime. We took turns to get ready for bed in the bathroom, and then slipped into the bed. She was already there when I got in and, if by reflex, I moved over towards her and she scooted towards me and I found out that she slept in the raw. She snuggled her backside up against me, spoon style, and my cock sprang into an immediate erection. She laughed as she felt it and turned to face me. I don't know how it happened but suddenly we were kissing and I was sliding my hands up and down the glorious length of her.
"Elena," I started to say.
"Shut up," she said. "I don't know if it's the wine or whatever, but I feel safe with you. I want to, not because of you helping me or a sense of obligation, but because of you. Make love to me."
I cupped her breasts in my hands and went to work on the nipples, sucking first one and then the other until they stood out like little fingers. Then I went down her body with little kisses, spreading her thighs and pushing my tongue into her warm and surprisingly wet cunt. After a few minutes, she let out a small sharp sigh as she came. Then I moved up her body, positioned my cock and entered her, slowly and possessively. We fell into a rhythm instantly, as though we had been making love for a long time. I know she came at least twice more before the tightness and the liquidity of her pushed me to the edge, and then thrusting into her as hard and as far as I could, I came.
TO BE CONTINUED.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 3
