Chapter 1: Ellen and Adam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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