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Ellen's Elf Ch. 01

By: SomeOneNew



It had been a day that she preferred to forget. Three days in San Francisco should have translated into great food and drink, walks along the bay and shopping, always shopping. But this trip was an accident waiting to happen from the moment she stepped off the plane without the laptop. An unprofessional mistake to be sure, for on the hard drive were proprietary designs, sales strategies, even some internal statistics from a rival company that originated from some low-level industrial espionage. The airline could not explain where the laptop was, and hence neither could Ellen Maine, the up and coming regional vice president, rumored to be on the short list for VP of sales for the entire United States. Yet there was the matter of the damned laptop that was making the wrong kind of splash at corporate, jamming her cell phone with calls regarding the meeting that should have been.

She desperately wanted to return to Chicago and get back to work—do damage control for her reputation really—but the company president personally extended her stay for an additional two days on the off chance that the computer would reappear and that she could continue the buy-out talks originally scheduled. In the meantime she waited, something Ellen was not used to doing. 

On a Tuesday, emotionally exhausted, she found herself in the dining room of the Huntington Hotel atop Nob Hill, considering the Filet Mignon and the Grilled Yellow Tail. She was dressed as usual in one of her power outfits: a dark blue jacket, skirt and nylons, a yellow silk blouse and Balconette bra that matched her silk panties that dipped in a ‘V' toward the upper reaches of her trimmed pubic line, and tastefully subtle but extremely pricy platinum jewelry with diamonds, her signature adornment, whether in her ears, on her wrist, her finger or around her neck, all perched atop black Bruno Magli shoes with a thin medium heel. Five foot four and on the busty side, Ellen tastefully down-played her boobs just enough, yet accented them to draw at least some attention, for alluding to deep cleavage was her one and only acknowledgement that she indeed had boobs, both large and firm and quite sensitive even to her touch. Her ex-husband often accused her of downplaying her body—she was naturally attractive with hazel eyes, chin-length dark brunette hair in a stylish wedge and freckled skin sporting a perpetual Mediterranean tan, her body proportional and her mouth a tad pouty from an almost imperceptible overbite—with assets that could have sped faster her rise to the top. But to her credit she wanted to ‘do it on her own merit' as she put it, rather than sleep her way there, so only hubby had gotten to slide his meat between her assets and, with thumbs manipulating her nipples like two all-purpose buttons of a video game, empty his load on her neck, on her face, or, if she were in a rare mood, planted deep in her throat and tickled by the guttural sounds of her moaning.

But her devotion to her career had cost her that marriage, and she had to keep herself busy near constantly to hold at bay the knowledge that at 35, though the epitome of the girl next door (if she were childless, gorgeous, 36D stacked, and with an IQ of 145, a BA from Yale and a law degree from American University), she had not been laid in twenty-five months, to be exact. Not inclined to drink to excess, nor prone to idly socialize, she went only to company functions and assiduously maintained ample distance between her private life and work.

She did masturbate, and nightly almost, so an asexual prude she was not when it came to pleasure and the healing power of frequent orgasms, but masturbation for her was most often a sedative to ease her perpetually tense body. She used just her fingers and lubricated so freely that she never needed additional moisture. Masturbation also represented the one part of her life where she admitted to herself that she had bisexual tendencies, with fantasies that sometimes involved men she had seen that day, on television or on the streets of Chicago, or women she glimpsed, secretaries in the office pool, or girls in their late teens, younger than she and hence free of the responsibilities she bore. She admired their liberty just to be themselves rather than having to conform to her constrained world of blue suits and late nights at the office. Her fantasies often relieved her of power and responsibility, and cast her in roles where her partner would call the shots and, sometimes, if she had drunk a few drinks before bedtime, would make demands of her that walked that thin line between things she wanted to do and things that in the light of day might repulse her. For reasons mysterious to her these particular thoughts frequently intruded into her orderly fantasy life and inexplicably resulted in her most powerful orgasms; she would cry out in the dark silence of her bedroom, her back arched and her legs up and splayed and hanging to either side of her body, her face twisted in pleasure as her pelvis thrust against her taut fingers until the sensations nearly passed and she forced herself to suck the musky juices from her uncurled fingers pulled from her dank slit. Such fantasies drained her emotionally, and frequently shamed her to imagine them; how unlikely that a teenager or an office girl could make her do that she mused.

But tonight she was not thinking of such things as she ordered dinner—the Yellow Tail after all—over The Wall Street Journal and some exquisite red wine. She planned on turning in early and getting a fresh start on, well, still waiting for the damned computer to reappear and hoping that her boss would allow her to return to Chicago. She finished dinner and made for the door when the bartender's voice called out and informed the entire lounge through which she passed that a patron had bought a round for the house, an Irish Car Bomb. She waved off the drink and started to walk away when she heard someone in the small crowd murmur and laugh "I told you she wasn't the type."

The phrase for some reason irritated her—just one more thorn in an irritating day—so she visited the ladies' room and returned to drink her drink perched on a bar stool and in full view of whoever doubted her game spirit. Soon came the tall drink of murky Guinness stout fortified with Jameson and Baileys. She was in a bit of a hurry, only because Ellen Maine was usually in a dash, so she virtually chugged it, unaware of the synergistic power of a drink not meant to be chugged by a relative novice. By the time she had again returned from the bathroom the wine from her meal and the drink had given her an energetic buzz. The bar was too stuffy, so she decided to solicit a recommendation of where to go for another drink. What the hell, she figured, the night was shot and she needed a break from the usual.

The clerk at the desk sized her up and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, recommended a bar that was within a five minute taxi ride. She thanked him with a tip and left. A young woman at the desk overheard the conversation and chided her coworker for directing the woman to an artsy lesbian bar. 

"This is Frisco" he laughed, "she should at least have an authentic experience. And if she hates it there are other bars nearby, so chill" he responded with a chuckle, and they both laughed in the knowledge that their shifts were due to end, and that they would be long gone by the time she returned. 

The taxi ride was quick. She walked into a rather quiet place with dim lights, couples scattered about and a Bohemian feel that reminded her of her Yale days. She approached the bar and made the mistake of asking if the bartender could copy the previous drink that had made her feel so loose and adventurous. But the bartender's concoction doubled the whiskey, and Ellen had no knowledge of this. She looked around and realized that she was a bit too formally dressed, so she self-consciously took her drink and walked to a small circular table near a window, removed her jacket, opened another button on her blouse and proceeded to people-watch as a duo of women began to fill the quiet space with folk songs, and the bar became a bit more crowded in response.

She noticed a girl with short hair, dyed dark red, enter, order a clear drink and scan the bar for a table. She was very thin, very tall and long-legged, clearly five inches taller than Ellen and dressed in a jean jacket seemingly held together with patches overtop a yellow sun dress that fell to just above her knees. She wore sandals without heels, and her piercings were evident even from across the room. 

Slowly her eyes came to rest on Ellen and the open seat at her table, one of the few left in the bar. She grabbed her drink and artist's valise and approached her, asking with a pleasant smile if she could sit. Though slightly taken aback, Ellen assented noncommittally and momentarily proceeded to watch the band. As the girl removed her denim jacket Ellen began to study her striking profile.

She was in her very early twenties or late teens it seemed. Her ears were studded several times each with an understated stud in her nose and a silver ball near the tip of her tongue, and Ellen inferred others that were not visible (for at least one unnaturally shaped bulge pressed against her dress where one nipple should have been) as she continued to study the girl, Ellen striking the overt posture of a drunk getting drunker. Her silhouette was girlish and delicate, with a button nose, long lashes and small delicate ears atop an aquiline neck. A tiny butterfly tattoo adorned her neck beneath her left ear and another, something unexpectedly large and—it was hard to tell in the dim light--seemingly with feathers, peaked out of her dress and no doubt spread over at least part of her right breast and perhaps both. Her nails were polished red to match her hair, which up close unselfconsciously showed blond roots that were pushing out the red, and matched red lipstick. She fiddled with her tongue piercing by slowly rotating it on her upper palate as she listened silently to a balled that told of forbidden love between two teenagers.

As Ellen continued staring somewhat drunkenly at what showed of the tattoo and, by extension, the girl's spare right breast, the girl turned unexpectedly to her and asked in a friendly voice "would you like to see my cock?"

Ellen was caught off guard, blinking a couple of times to clear her head, and stammered "your what?" as she quickly moved her eyes from the tattoo on the girl's right breast to her eyes.

"My cock" she replied devilishly, relishing in Ellen's discomfort at being caught in a careless gaze.

"I apologize" Ellen continued, taken aback at the girl's words, not knowing whether she was the brunt of a joke or the victim of the younger girl's twisted sense of humor.

"My name is Erin" the young girl said with a sweet yet confident smile, "but my friends just call me Elf. You were looking at my tattoo, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry" Ellen offered, "I've never really seen. . . ," but Elf cut her off mid-sentence.

"Don't be ashamed for looking. That's what tattoos are for, to look at, to make the body into a canvas. Each of us is a canvas to adorn, like with your suit. So it's ok to look. I noticed your suit" she repeated with a smile as she reached over and gently squeezed Ellen's hand, "it fits you. You're attractive"

"You're not from Frisco, aren't you?" she continued before Ellen could thank her for the compliment and recover from her embarrassed blush.

"No" Ellen responded, "just out for a quick drink before turning in" she stated with a sort of finality as she drank now more quickly, as if the conversation were coming to an end and she were readying to leave, yet did not move her hand until Elf released it from her soft, warm grasp.

"My tattoo is a cock" she laughed genuinely now with a wide friendly smile, "you know, a bird" she continued as she turned to face Ellen and unselfconsciously pulled down on her neckline to reveal a spread of more colorful feathers that appeared to march even further across the girl's chest, pulled it down so far that Ellen saw the beginnings of the girl's light pink areola.

Now it was Ellen's turn to laugh, but nervously, as she finally got the joke, her senses slowed by the drink, her exhaustion, and an inexplicable fascination with Elf: "I'm Ellen, by the way," she stammered, "and I, I really am sorry that I stared" she continued as she drank her drink almost to the bottom of the glass and made up her mind that it was time to return to the predictable safety of her hotel.

"Pleased to meet you" Elf intoned formally as she again took Ellen's hand to shake it, holding it longer than one would normally hold a handshake, and this time by using both of her soft, warm hands to greet her table-mate in more of a caress. 

"Your hands are cold, are you cold" she inquired sincerely as she finished her drink as well and eventually pulled back her hands after rubbing Ellen's hand in an age-old attempt to warm her, her eyes frank and piercing.

"No, I don't think so. I'm just tired. I've had a bad couple of days" Ellen offered as she slipped her jacket over her shoulders and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

On the walk to the bathroom she realized that there were no men in the bar and suddenly realized where she was. She peed in the immaculately clean bathroom and read the hand-printed broadsheet on the stall door advertising local gay and lesbian businesses and an editorial, praising the ‘power of pussy' and containing a facile observation that soft was the natural state of a pussy, and that the lamentable penis was always on the verge of uselessness. Collecting herself she returned to her table to bid goodbye to her acquaintance. Two fresh drinks were on the table as Elf chatted amicably with two well-dressed older women, as well-dressed as Ellen and judging from their speech, every bit as educated.

Ellen sat politely as she made ready to depart when one of the women turned to her as they made ready to leave and said, "now take care of our Elf" as the three acquaintances bid adieu with soft kisses on the lips and heads tilted, like lovers do. Ellen smiled, uncomfortably out of her element, and began to excuse herself despite the new round of drinks.

"Oh no, I can't" she protested, as Elf turned to her with the drink and, taking her hands firmly in hers, said, "yes you can Ellen. Please stay with me and chat; I hate being alone in a bar" Elf politely and firmly requested, "tell me why you are here in Frisco."

She never let go of her hands, nor strangely did Ellen pull away. She felt a comfort and a strength in this contact with a young woman who was so very different from her, intrigued at what made tick a girl with metal all over her body and dye under her skin. Her fantasy world for the first time was intruding on her waking hours as she learned of aspects of Elf's life, Elf's friends, and thought fleetingly of Elf in a very private place. 

So she drank the drink, telling herself that she was on her way out, as Elf read her fortune, palm up, one hand cradling hers like an open book, the other deftly tracing the various lines of meaning in her hand. The booze further loosened her up, and growing warmer she again removed her jacket. She permitted herself to listen, to allow this young woman to speak to her in a language she once heard echoed only in her head and in darkness before she screamed in sweet agony as the ministrations of an imaginary woman, or draped herself across the woman as her sated supplicant. 

As Elf traced her lifeline in conclusion to her reading, gooseflesh spread throughout Ellen, ending in a whole-body quiver that did not go unnoticed, firmly hardening her nipples and sending a spark through her groin.

"Let's leave" Elf whispered softly as if no one should hear of their plans. And three strong drinks into the night Ellen considered the proposition, first deciding wordlessly that they would walk to the curb, hail a cab, and go their separate ways. As Ellen made ready to inform Elf of this fact the young woman raised Ellen's hand to her lips and, prefaced with the sweetest of smiles, held the pads of her fingers to her lips.

"I really should go" Ellen continued and stood on shaky legs. She lost her balance and began to topple, just in time for Elf to steady her, one arm around her waist and one hand low on her groin, their faces close in the soft light of the bar. She smelled of flowers to Ellen, and her deep blue eyes met and held hers as they stood stock still before they slowly made their way to the door.

"I really should get back" Ellen repeated, her head spinning as much from the events of evening as the booze as they exited into the fresh air. 

Elf smiled soothingly but did not speak. With Ellen's hand firmly in her grasp they walked in the brisk night air nearby to a dimly lighted doorway of an upscale apartment building. The younger woman seemed to tower over Ellen as she faced her and then backed into the entry, pulling Ellen in with her. She pressed her body against hers and wrapped an arm around her waist, her hand poised to apply pressure in the small of her back near the base of her spine. She pulled Ellen into her and bent to kiss her, not on the lips, nor tentatively, but full on the neck just below the ear--where Ellen would have a butterfly tattoo if she were Elf--as Ellen unexpectedly sighed and offered her neck, tilting her head sideways to accept the swirling tongue between Elf's supple lips.

Elf planted small kisses from her collar bone to her ear and then moved to circle her ear with the tip of her tongue, sucking on her ear lobe and the diamond centered there before eventually moving to slip her tongue full into her ear, wiggling the tip in serpentine fashion, exhaling loudly as she did, only to hear an answering whimper from Ellen. "That's better" Elf said.

"Come" she sweetly commanded as she pulled away from Ellen and slipped an entry card into the door aside them, pulling Ellen into the stairwell as the door closed behind them. She backed up the stairs in the diffuse light of the richly carpeted hall, holding Ellen's hands in her own, her valise dragging along the hand railing as she pulled the mesmerized corporate executive step by step into her world.

At the landing Ellen's cell phone interrupted with a strain of Puccini, and she automatically moved to take the call. As she pulled her hand out of Elf's and moved to answer, the younger woman snatched the phone from Ellen's slowed reflexes, shut it off and placed it into her jacket pocket, again with a gentle smile.

"No, I have to" Ellen weakly protested, "what am I doing here" she continued, almost as if she was addressing herself, feebly reaching to take the phone from Elf's jacket pocket. 

Again Elf took her hand and pulled her to her, again finding her right ear and whispering seductively, her right hand tangled now in her hair, pulling her Ellen's head back slightly "anything you want."

"But I. . ." Ellen began to protest before she was interrupted.

Elf smiled pleasantly and with a surety far beyond her years and just the right amount of force declared, "tell me that this doesn't feel right and I'll call your taxi; tell me that you have never wished for this, that your nipples don't need to be licked and pulled, that your panties are dry as a bone, that you don't want to know what will happen next as we disappear down that hall." She pulled Ellen's arms around her waist and placed them not on her back but on the top slope of her ass. Her own hands as well she moved to Ellen's derriere, rakishly planting a middle finger along the crack, and bent to Ellen's face, hovering so that their lips were but an inch apart, their breath mingling as they both panted with excitement.

"Tell me" she whispered with an edge to her sweet voice, "that you don't understand." 


Ellen's Elf Ch. 01



Ellen froze, feeling Elf's soft behind in her hands, taking stock of her soaked panties and an ache deep within her groin. Swimming into Elf's eyes, with a whimper she pulled gently on Elf's backside, dropping her hands to spread her apart and knead her cheeks as she crushed her lips into Elf's, finally digging her fingers into the younger woman's butt in response to Elf's hands on hers as well. Their tongues danced as Ellen felt the stud on Elf's tongue move about in her mouth and their swollen lips shoved carelessly into each other, the faint taste of blood testimony to the power of their longing as supple lips ground against teeth and hands clutched to stroke clothed bodies.

Elf broke the kiss and, still backing up, pulled Ellen along the corridor to an elevator. They entered and Elf punched a button before turning back for another kiss, this one soft probing and suggestive. She pulled away and unbuttoned Ellen's blouse so that she could bend down and kiss the pushed up flesh of her breasts. With both hands she pushed them together and emphasized Ellen's cleavage to dip her tongue into the cleft as Ellen ran her hands through Elf's soft hair and moaned softly at the sensations the young woman was stirring in her.

The elevator reached the top floor and the door opened to find a couple, two older women, waiting to enter hand in hand. Elf slowly straightened and, picking up her valise, took Ellen in hand and moved to exit the elevator. Ellen struggled to hold closed her blouse when she realized that the two women were both gay and amused at their disheveled state. They greeted Elf with a knowing smile and blew air kisses to her. She smiled in return and with a sense of urgency moved to a door in the corridor, inserted a key and pulled Ellen into the darkness of an apartment. 

Blindly hitting a button on the wall brought up soft lights and equally soft jazz as the two emerged from a short entry way into a large living room with equally large windows overlooking the city. Elf backed Ellen toward a leather couch and eased her into a sitting position. Then she backed away and stood about ten feet from her. "Can you see me here" she asked.

"See you? Yes" Ellen replied, still dazed from the booze and the curious situation she now found herself in. Elf moved to a wall and raised the lights slightly, "is this better" she asked again.

"Yes. It was fine before too" she replied, somewhat confused but with a half-smile.

"Good" Elf responded, her eyes dilated and heavy lidded with passion, "just watch me Ellen."

"Ok," Ellen replied, not quite knowing what to expect.

Elf smiled at her confusion and asked her to "take off your shoes and nylons at least, anything else you want too. You've got to be pretty uncomfortable by now" she added.

"I am" she replied, and removed her shoes, nylons and panties and piled them on the floor next to her as Elf left the room to get something which she dropped on a small table across from the couch on her return. She pulled her blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned it all the way as she was quite warm by now.

"Now relax and watch me" Elf chided as she began.

She watched as Elf kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her sundress almost to the navel. She pulled the straps to her shoulders, and in one slow motion her dress fell to the floor. She stood before Ellen nude, wearing neither a bra nor panties. On her chest was a large and ornate tattoo that stretched from her right breast to her navel and across her midriff, a beautifully colorful bird, wings spread, and in its beak was soon to be the nipple of Elf's right breast, as if taking flight to steal away this precious fruit. Her nipples were quite tiny with equally small areola, in perfectly formed A-cup breasts. The nipple in the bird's mouth was pierced with a bright silver ball, leaving one to wonder whether the nipple or the ball was the bird's prize.


Ellen was taken aback at the breadth of the tattoo, but then remembered hazily Elf's description of the body as a canvas. As her eyes traveled down her body she observed that the bird was perched on another piercing that bisected her navel, and, further down, she hungrily noticed that Elf was shaved bare to display a tattooed thicket of tiny red roses on a green descending vine that seemed to fall over her inner thighs and frame her pussy.

When Ellen looked up again into Elf's eyes they were closed; with no smile, pure longing seemed to be calling the younger woman as she sultrily spread her legs, her tongue slowly caressing her lips. She slithered onto her haunches, ass cheeks balanced on her heels, and reached down to drag roughly the fingers of one hand back and forth along her parted slit, then dragged them up and over her flat stomach as she stood again, leaving a wet trail visible even in the dim light.

She rotated her hips, her pelvis wiggling enticingly as she intertwined her arms over her head and turned away from Ellen to reveal her petite ass, small for her height but round, undulating as if she were on a stage in a strip club. Her back was bare and beautifully muscled, the discs of her spine lined in a perfect row descending to another thicket of tiny red roses that amassed at the base of her spine and flowed in vinous tendrils into the crack of her ass. 

Elf bent forward over a squat table to retrieve a bottle of clear liquid. Still turned away from Ellen she straightened and filled her cupped hands with the liquid and for Ellen's enjoyment began to massage it into her ass and thighs. She again bent forward and rubbed what now appeared to be oil into the length of her long legs as her ass parted in response to her jackknifed body position. Her skin glistened from the oil and a distinctly herbal scent, patchouli Ellen surmised, began to fill the room. While still bent forward, moving her hands up to her spread ass cheeks she proceeded to massage more oil into the folds of her pussy and around the ring of her asshole hidden in the dark fissure of her bottom as one finger appeared to slide briefly into her back door. Descending again to her haunches, she bowed her head and, though still turned away, began to concentrate on her pussy, her breath becoming deeper and fuller as her hips appeared to be rotating around the spindle of her fingers buried inside of her.

She stood and turned back to Ellen, cocking her head to look her in the eyes to survey her, who by now was ravenously aroused by Elf's performance. She clutched at her breasts as she watched, and undid her bra to feel more intensely her fingers pinch and gently twist her nipples, now drawn to crinkled red buttons, while her other hand had found the wetness between her legs and was sliding up and down between her lips. Like a kid caught doing something improper, she ceased self-consciously when Elf stopped to look at her.

"No" Elf responded to the effect her gaze had on her new lover, "Go on; don't stop. I want to see you. I want to watch your face as you cum."

"I've never touched my vagina in front of. . ." she started to say, before Elf interrupted and approached her. She placed a foot on the couch between Ellen's legs and used it to motion her legs apart.

"Slide forward" she ordered, "slide out to where your ass covers my foot. Further."

Ellen did as she was told and Elf playfully wiggled her great toe under her butt into her crack.

"Now pull your knees up as far as you can and spread you legs to the side for me so I can see all of you" Elf continued.

Ellen did so, pulling herself into the position she so often assumed when she pleasured herself alone in her condo. Elf removed her foot and dropped to her haunches in front of Ellen.

"Silly, this is your pussy, your kitty, whatever you want to call it other than what your doctor calls it. Does your doctor fuck you? Now pull your lips apart for me and show me your lovely clit. Show me you clit, Ellen" Elf said as she hungrily surveyed her body. 

Ellen hesitated a second too long at the request, and Elf whispered in a soft but oddly firm voice, "now."

For some reason Ellen did as she was told, like in her fantasies, and with an even greater effect as a thrilling wave of arousal spread over her, hiking up her skirt so as to be able to spread her legs fully. She reached down with her hands and did something she had never done before, spread apart her pussy for a young woman kneeling before her, her fingers pulling on her lips and giving rise to a slight moan from the sensation. Elf smiled sweetly, touching Ellen's clit with a finger and circling it, sending a shock wave through her body. She asked "what is this."

Ellen understood, for in her fantasies she had played a version of this game before: "my clit" she said with a shaking voice.

"And this?" Elf continued as her finger slid down an inch, tickling Ellen's wet inner lips now exposed to the air.

"My pussy" Ellen answered, quivering.

"And this?" Elf quizzed as her finger dropped to Ellen's virgin back door and scraped it with her nail, her butt wet with the moisture oozing from her snatch.

"My ass" Ellen said as she gulped quick breaths of excitement.

Elf continued to tickle her asshole with her fingernail, with unblinking eyes and a faint but pleasant smile. Then, unexpectedly, she plunged a finger of her other hand up to her knuckle into her pussy, taking Ellen's breath away.

She held it there momentarily before she began to slip her finger slowly in and out of the fleshy lips. Ellen closed her eyes and retreated into a world of pure sensation as she quickly felt herself about to cum. Even in the dim light Elf saw the familiar flush to her skin and knew it was coming as she continued to stroke her finger in a slow rhythm, deep in and almost out of Ellen Maine's pussy, relishing the control she now had over her new friend. Ellen came to the brink and pulled her legs up tighter beside of her chest, rolling her ass up and out and spreading her cheeks even further and slightly distending and parting her round sphincter as the orgasm hovered just beyond her reach. Elf paused and smiled, pulling her finger back to the entrance of her hole while she continued tickling her ass hole as well, "is that enough for you?"

Ellen opened her eyes, pupils dilated, searching for the right answer. She wanted to be teased; she wanted to give in; she wanted to be fucked senseless by this pierced young woman with tattoos. "No" she continued, "please" she panted as she tried to slide herself back onto Elf's finger.

But Elf deftly kept her finger just inside her warmth, wiggling it slightly but not allowing Ellen to slide down any further on her finger. "Please" she begged, "I am so close to cumming."

"I know," Elf smiled again and cruelly pulled her finger from Ellen's drenched quim and stood over her sucking Ellen's taste from her finger. She extended one of Ellen's legs and pulled one of her feet toward her mouth as she stepped over Ellen's leg as if riding a broomstick, presenting her tattooed ass to her. She straightened Ellen's leg, and standing tall above her, bent her foot back and began to lick the instep of her foot as she dragged her nails along the tender inside of Ellen's thigh, seductively rolling her ass just inches from Ellen's face. Ellen began to moan as Elf deftly painted with the tip of her tongue from her instep up to her toes and began to lick the backs of them, dipping in and out and between each toe. She sucked them into her mouth one at a time and rolled the stud in her tongue over the base of each one as she massaged her foot with both hands wet with oil and fluids. Ellen began to wail as Elf continued to lave her foot, finally stepping back into her original position, facing Ellen, and returning her leg to the identical position with both legs again pulled back, knees to boobs, Ellen still quivering and ready to cum. 

"Please stop" she begged, "no, I don't mean that. I mean please continue. Please, you are driving me crazy."

"Stop or go, but always please" Elf teased, standing over Ellen as she dropped a hand to her own bare quim and with a single finger began to tease herself in a sluttish squat to allow her to slip the finger deeper.

"Go, please, don't stop" Ellen panted.

"Well" Elf, taunted, "ok, but now you have to strip for me. Take off the rest of your clothes."

Ellen dropped her quivering legs and undid her skirt. She leaned forward and removed her blouse and bra as Elf watched her undress for her, a faint smile always on her face. "Legs in the air" Elf said unceremoniously, as Ellen raised both legs and pulled them back again in the cocked position.

"Not yet," Elf said as she gathered Ellen's panties from the floor and, pulling her legs up and together, slid the wet panties back onto Ellen's legs and down her thighs as Ellen's eyes grew wide with disbelief. "Kiss me" Elf ordered playfully and Ellen complied, finding her legs unstable as she stood to comply.

Elf pulled Ellen's panties onto her and bent down to kiss her. Ellen grabbed for her hungrily as they kissed, again and again, the two pawing and clutching at each other breathlessly. Elf spun her around and gently bit and licked across the back of her neck as she massaged her breasts, "your boobs are gorgeous" she whispered in her ear; "get on your knees on the couch and lean over the back" she finished as she gave her gentle encouragement with one hand on her ass and the other in the middle of her back.

"Bend forward and let me see that ass" she said playfully as Ellen groaned in anticipation. She traced the outer seam of her panties with her finger and then bisected her down the crack. "Spread wider" Elf requested, "your legs too lover. Your ass is beautiful, not like my skinny little ass. I love an ass bigger than mine" she finished as she playfully smacked one cheek and heard a sharp intake of air.

She proceeded to kiss her all over her panties, stopping to blow hot air into her crack and inhale her scent as Ellen squirmed and pushed herself back into Elf's face, as she in turn moved back to compensate and continue taunting her. She kissed her along her crack, burying her face into her back door, doing her best to mimic French kissing her little hole through the silk and alternately resting her nose on her sphincter as she reached between her legs to lightly massage her throbbing pussy and further forward to roll her distended nipples between her fingers.

"Oh my god do me, please do me; I am going to go crazy. I can't wait any longer" Ellen cried as she shook in frustration, "it's been years."

"Then reach into your panties love" Elf said as she bunched thong-like each side of Ellen's panties into the crack of her ass and started to nuzzle her bare cheeks along the sides of her crack while she ran her nails up and down each cheek. "Reach into your panties and let me watch you do yourself Ellen. You're in such a rush all the time" she taunted, "tsk, tsk, go on if you can't wait. You won't hurt my feelings; do what you want to; I always do."

Ellen reached back and took herself in hand as she eased a finger into her slit. A thought raced through her mind; it had been two years since she had let herself have sex at all, let alone with a young woman, a sweet and beautiful fantasy come to life, and that doing herself had become the rule rather than the exception. She pulled her hand from her pussy and muttered under her breath with a frustrated cry as she beat a hand on the back of the couch, "why, why, why?"

Elf stood tall again and walked around to the rear of the couch and looked down on the tense, beautiful executive who was a shuddering little submissive puddle of desire, shaking her head. She kneeled to face Ellen and pushed back the hair sticking to her face from sweat. "Because I can; because you want me to. Why are you on your knees on my couch then? But you do need to learn to slow down" she finished.

Wordlessly Elf moved in a way that combined a gymnast's flexibility and a dancer's grace. She stood and threw a leg over the back of the couch, one leg firmly planted on the floor and the other on the couch seat and bent at the knee and almost kneeling. She then lay back the length of the back of the couch, shinnied forward and essentially rested her gaping pussy aside Ellen's face, which was hovering on the rear of the couch as well. Ellen needed no instructions here, no encouragement; she turned her head and ravenously lapped at Elf's bare nest, between the draped tendrils of her cascading rose tattoo, sucking on the pierced rings that lined the one side of her pussy, sucking into her mouth one at a time Elf's luscious lips. 

She tasted clean and tangy, smelled like scented oil mixed with the odor of pussy. She first just French kissed Elf's pussy, burying her tongue in her and sucking her pierced lips into her mouth. She slowly gained a measure of control and found Elf's little button and sucked on it, eliciting a long exhalation from Elf as she lay the length of the back of the couch and toyed with her own little nipples.

Before long she pulled herself up with her taut, flat stomach muscles and reversed her position. Spinning a half turn she again kneeled on the couch seat with the other foot now planted on the floor, but this time she leaned forward and backed her split ass into Ellen's face. She undulated her ass seductively as she inched it closer to Ellen and peered behind her to admire her own assets and watch Ellen drink in the show. Elf taunted her breathlessly as she reached about to exaggerate the spread of her little butt with one hand and three fingers, one tapping her asshole while the other two spread herself wide, "come on Ellen. Lick my dirty little hole; you know you want it" she said as she circled it with a finger, "I've been sitting on my roses all night saving them for you" she finished with a short laugh. "Thinking about other women, fingering myself in the bathroom; I'm all oiled up lover. Lick my ass Ellen."

Like an animal released from a cage, Ellen wiped her face back and forth between Elf's crack, sliding her nose up and down, back and forth over her tattooed ass, groaning as she went. Her tongue soon found its spot and the tip slithered easily through the tight and oiled muscle, wiggling into Elf's earthy backside to please her young mentor.

Elf began to pant, the pitch of which rose as Ellen pulled her hands up to hold her lover. She spread Elf wide and began to tongue fuck her pussy, and then her ass, alternating wildly as Elf neared release. She sucked on her asshole and her pussy as if sweet nectar lay within and bit at her cheeks as she felt a freedom new to her. 

Elf started to pull away to stop the orgasm, but Ellen was too fast for her. She hung onto her hip bones and assaulted her pussy to bring her off. Elf eventually stopped fighting and let the sensations roll over her. She came in fluttering cries that accompanied fluid bubbling out of her pussy like warm water from a mountain spring, into Ellen's panting mouth and down her chin, running onto the leather as she crested in wave after wave, eventually reaching back to hold Ellen's face against her for the final surge of pleasure that so disoriented her that she almost slipped from the couch and onto the floor.

Eventually she pulled herself upright and dismounted the couch, again kneeling in front of Ellen, this time to taste herself on Ellen's lips. "Pull your panties off and spread for me again" she whispered into her ear softly as if there were others around who could hear. Walking behind her she knelt and surveyed Ellen's luscious backside with a sigh of approval, the soft hair of her pussy and tiny, barely visible hairs encircling her back door. She blew on the hairs and Ellen shivered and involuntarily clenched tight her ass and then released the contraction. Elf gently nibbled up one side of her crack and down the other, softly biting her cheeks like two ears of corn. She started at the base of Ellen's pussy and licked, her tongue wide and wet, her stud perfectly bisecting Ellen the length of her pussy and up through her crack to the base of her spine. Ellen groaned in delight and spread her ass further: "yes, that feels so good, yes. More, yes more."




Ellen's Elf Ch. 01



"More what?" Elf teased playfully, already knowing Ellen's tendency to be up-tight sexually. "Say it for me Ellen" she said in a sing-song voice.

"Your tongue, more" Ellen begged in a half expressed thought as Elf decided to torture her just a bit more and fell to licking the undersides of Ellen's feet.

Groaning loudly Ellen quickly rephrased her desire: "My pussy, please lick my pussy."

"How about your ass? Do you want me to lick that dirty little hole too?" she asked with a smile, her tongue antsy to get to the business of making Ellen Maine cum.

"Yes, my ass, my nasty ass, please lick my dirty ass Elf" she begged finally letting free long-denied wishes, "please Elf."

"Your pretty little ass hole, lover" Elf corrected as she finally concentrated on Ellen's tight rear, lapping over and over in the same sensitive spot as Ellen went wild with pent up emotion, not quite believing that this was happening, yet not wanting the fantasy to stop.

"Oh my god I'm going to cum" she exhaled with a quiver, deathly afraid that Elf would again tease her by withdrawing. But this time the girl reached forward and fingered both of Ellen's nipples, roughly fondling her large hanging boobs as Ellen began to come in time with Elf's tongue.

Ellen felt Elf's strong tongue slither into her ass, like a little snake writhing and wriggling just deep enough to drive her wild and felt fingernails claw her sides to push her over the edge.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, Jesus, fuck" she screamed as a tremor of sensation exploded from her groin like a rack of pool balls shot to the four corners of her body. She screamed as she bit into the back of the couch and wrenched it with her hands, her body wanting to writhe about yet remain in place, as Elf had not ceased to attend to her needs, Ellen's juices dripping from her like warm rain audibly falling onto the leather seat and running down her legs like twin rivulets on a windshield in a summer shower.

Balancing her head on the couch, she reached back to stroke Elf's hair and hold her firmly in the crack of her ass, not wanting the warmth of the sensation to flag until her orgasm had passed. She cried with joy at the intensity of her sensations and from her lack of sensation these past two years.

Elf pulled herself away and told her to turn onto her back and pull her legs back and to her sides again. Ellen did so, laying open her pink slit, her lips now quite engorged with blood. Setting to work, Elf kissed the undersides of her thighs, her mouth working in toward the center of the ‘V' Ellen's legs formed. She plunged two fingers deep into Ellen's pussy and curled them into her G-spot with surgical precision. The thumb of her other hand she drove it to the hilt into Ellen's moist ass; as she cried out in surprise Elf proceeded to slowly stroke her into another orgasm. She stared into Ellen's eyes as she skillfully manipulated her like an experienced operator of a machine. Ellen closed her eyes and went with the flow as Elf slowly built toward Ellen's next orgasm, saw it coming and planned for it, waited until the decisive moment and pounced with her mouth, mercilessly sucking on her needy clitoris, raking her tongue stud over the sensitive sprout as she synchronized her tongue and fingers and walked Ellen to the edge again. She slowed as she saw it building.

"Open you eyes Ellen" Elf commanded as Ellen obeyed, "watch me when you cum." 

"Don't take your eyes off of me" she taunted, smiling before she returned to sucking her clit. Ellen watched as Elf lapped at her and sinuously dipped her tongue into her pussy as well and groaned along with her as the convulsion hit, exploding with more force than before as the two stared into each other's eyes while Elf milked from Ellen the remains of her orgasm before taking her fingers from her and wiping them in vulgar fashion on Ellen's boobs. 

She then climbed forward and to Ellen's surprise proceed to lick the mess from her tits, rolling her nipples in her lips and between her teeth as she licked the pungent spunk with relish. Without warning Elf stood and straddled Ellen's chest, spreading her own pussy with one hand and trapping Ellen's face between her parted gash and the back of the couch.

"Suck it, now" was all she said as Ellen dove between the tattooed roses with a feverish determination to suck her to an orgasm as quickly as possible. It didn't take long. Taking a cue from Elf, Ellen impaled her fingers in Elf's ass and pussy as she sensed her about to cum. Elf screamed and ground her pussy into Ellen's face as she felt Elf's muscles contracting her fingers in time to her high-pitched sighs of relief as the orgasm crested and fell.

As her orgasm subsided she ran her fingers through Ellen's hair and leaned down to kiss her, smiling, finally noticing that the room smelled intensely both of desire and satisfaction. Elf tumbled to her side and pulled Ellen along, off of the couch and onto the wooden floor as the two intertwined their limbs like two kids, and Ellen, feeling for the first time in her life relaxed and uninhibited, reached behind Elf and randomly slipped her fingers inside of her, holding on to the moment for as long as she could, massaging the cords of muscle in Elf's ass as she sighed in response to Ellen's probing.

"Bathroom, clean" Elf panted in single words as she pulled Ellen up from the floor, through the apartment and into the shower, the lights dim and flickering from several candles. The hot water felt therapeutic to them as they kissed and laughed and let the water wash away the evening's exertion.

"I have to pee" Ellen said as she started to leave the shower dripping.

"Wait" Elf said, looking coy and seductive as she grabbed Ellen's arm to stop her, wondering just how far Ellen's fantasy life had taken her. 

"Here" she said, and pulled Ellen back into the shower while she grabbed her ass and slowly kissed her, one knee rubbing in anticipation between Ellen's wet thighs.

Ellen Maine, tense Ellen, corporate Ellen, changed Ellen, smiled sheepishly and looked Elf in the eye as she consciously relaxed the appropriate muscles and felt the first drops of release turn into a rush and mingle with the shower water to splatter their legs. Elf caressed Ellen's breast and rested her head on Ellen's shoulder with her lips holding a soft kiss on her neck as she felt the relief pouring over her from her new friend as the shower soothed them. 

"You are a perv" Ellen giggled with a shy smile as Elf's knee rubbed against her damp snatch before they switched roles. The first drops from her new friend dribbled over Ellen's upper thigh and down over her knee as she leaned into a long kiss and realized that the night was still young.



Ellen's Elf Ch. 02



This is probably the final installment of a two-part story "Ellen's Elf". I have made little effort to retrace the other story here—please read that story for what led up to this one as I have written this as if the reader were familiar with that story. On another note, many thanks for all of the kind words I have received regarding the stories I have written. Life is usually busy, and I have little time to write back to thank those of you who have written. So Thank You! And my apologies for any disappointment in the tone shift from last story to this one—that's just where the narrative went, and I followed.

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Ellen and Elf toweled each other off, both spent from lovemaking and charged with the electricity of lovers relishing a new-found embrace. They donned terry-cloth robes, Elf's robe long on the shorter Ellen and too thin to cover her ample bosom in more than a cursory way. They laughed when she first slipped into the robe that gave scant coverage to her cleavage, much to Elf's delight, who reached over and caressed Ellen's bare mounds each time she was in reach and murmured her approval deep in the back of her throat.

"God" Ellen said as she checked the time, "I feel like I have lived a new life in a few short hours."

Elf just smiled, "so do you like the new you?"

"Mmmm, I like you" she offered, "but I don't quite know what to think just yet."

Elf handed her some wine as they cuddled on an overstuffed, double-wide chair, their legs entwined. "I hate for the night to end" Ellen said before she sipped.

"It's early" Elf observed, "it doesn't have to end unless you want it to."

"Should I go" Ellen asked, hoping for a specific answer, "I don't want to intrude on your night."

Elf began to answer when a cell phone rang in another room. "I have to take that" she said with a serious smile.

"Oh" Ellen laughed, "so you can take my phone from me but I can't take yours?"

"Something like that" Elf called from a connecting hall as she scurried to answer the phone in the other room. Ellen looked about at the expensive but somewhat incongruous decor, the rich leather sofa and liquor cabinet with fine wines, Scotch and Cognac, none if which seemed to fit Elf's personality as she knew it. She stood, walked to the window and looked down on the lights of the city still bustling with mid-evening diners, shoppers and late-night workers heading home.

Elf returned shortly, came up behind Ellen, put her arms first around her waist and then cupped her breasts as she kissed her neck. Ellen purred with delight at the affection as she turned and softly kissed her young lover. "I have to go somewhere shortly; would you like me to call you a cab to your hotel" Elf announced matter-of-factly as she brushed some stray tresses from Ellen's cheek and put her head on her shoulder.

Ellen thought a bit, "can I stay and wait for you? My hotel room will seem so lonely now. I'm normally not so needy, but I don't want this to end so soon."

Elf pulled her arms away from Ellen, stepped back a pace and looked into her eyes with a pause. For the first time since they met she stammered ever so slightly in response, "that's probably not a good idea."

Ellen demurred, thinking that Elf was trying to spare her feelings: "that's fine then. I have no reason to barge in on your private life. I am a bit of a pickup, after all."

Elf winced at her words, "no that's not it. It's my, it's my job, that's all. I just don't want. . . I just don't want to be a disappointment. I'm sorry."

"A disappointment" Ellen countered. "How could cute little you be a disappointment" she smiled as she reached again for Elf and touched her face, searching for the source of her sudden malaise. Her hand traced a line down her chin to her chest and, then inverted, to her navel and below to her bare lips as her middle finger split her clitoral hood and bisected the damp slit as her adjoining fingers spread her apart. She caressed her pussy as Elf closed her eyes and sighed deeply from the affection. 

"I wanted to spend some more time with you, that's all, or at least not have it end yet" Ellen finished with a perplexed smile as she slowly turned to the couch to begin to dress. 

Elf took a deep breath and turned to face her back, "Fuck it, fuck it" she exclaimed under her breath. "Do you really want the truth? Because if you do you'll be appalled and disgusted and never want to come back here again. I'm tired of having to lie about this; I'm tired of losing lovers from this, so I'll just lose you fast and get it over with."

She paused again to look at Ellen, who turned back toward her, wanting to confront her directly and honestly, she began strong and confident and finished with her voice quivering: "I'm a prostitute, and I'm an art student, and damned good at both, but that's how I pay my bills. Business is good; it's been good to me. I don't quite know why, but everybody wants a to fuck someone like me. So my tuition, rent, everything is paid for; once or twice a week and it's all taken care of. There, now you can go and forget tonight, me, everything if you want. You can find another me out there who isn't a whore."

Ellen would have been lying if had she said that she wasn't taken aback by the revelation, having found herself in peculiar circumstances—having romantic longings for a young woman as well as a powerful sexual attraction to her. Perhaps everyone did want to fuck someone like her. But the woman who just an hour ago she was showering with just happened to be a whore. Her curiosity overruled her initial queasiness, and she asked a question that came as a surprise to them both, "why that?"

"Why what" Elf said, still staring into Ellen's eyes to gauge her reaction, "I told you." 

"No, why do you do that in particular" she asked as kindly and directly as she could, "it's not like there isn't a world of jobs out there. I can get you a good job if that's all you need."

Elf considered her reply: "Maybe I need more than just that. Why did you come here and make love with me tonight? You wanted to, I guess. When I am with a man, or a woman, or men and women, and believe me I've done the group thing too, I'm what they want. I'm their fantasy for a night. Not their wife or their husband or their lover; they want me. They do things with me they could never do with their lover because their lover can refuse; within reason, I can't, or don't. I'm their little secret, a very, very expensive little secret. And my own little secret is that I like it sometimes. I get to be slut for a night with clean, rich clients and, normally, never see them again" she said, now with her back toward Ellen, afraid to face her judgment.

"So this is Elf, Ellen Maine. Maybe it isn't Erin, but it is my other half. I'm a part-time fuck-bunny, to quote one clever customer. You can swallow a lot of cum and lick a lot of pussy if the price is right and you need the money, but if you actually like doing it, if it's a rush for you in some way, if you like watching someone's eyes pop out of his head as you dance for him, like his personal porn star come to life for a few grand, or whip his ass or kneel and lick a perfumed cunt like a husband doesn't, or won't, then it's something you can do for a while and chalk it up to experience. I want to be a graphic artist; this gets me there. Now you probably have to leave, and a bit more quickly than before. They will be here soon" she finished without turning around, "they come here. I seldom go there so I'm on my own turf."

Ellen did some mental calculus and took stock of her evening so far. One hour ago she had some of the best sex she could possibly have imagined and made an emotional connection that she had heretofore only dreamed of. It was a night of firsts, perhaps this was still another one. She walked behind Elf, turned her around and undid her robe, surveying her finely muscled body and her pert young breasts, nipples now hard from tension. She opened her own ill-fitting robe and standing on her tiptoes pressed breast to breast as she kissed passionately an astonished young woman who expected a different reaction. In a quietly defiant voice she whispered in her ear, "I want to stay with you tonight. Who are your guests?"

Elf froze as she stared over Ellen's shoulder with tears welling in her eyes. She blinked them away and cleared her throat: "two suits from Hong Kong on a business layover, heading to New York tomorrow I think. They had references who said they were government types, former military or in the military or something like that.  I don't know them. They wanted someone young and freaky; Jess said that was their specific request. I guess I'm young and freaky."

"Who's Jess" Ellen asked.

"She sets all this up."

"Will they be angry if someone who isn't young and freaky is here" Ellen said with an amused tone to her voice.

"You never can tell until they arrive. Are you sure you want to do this? You may regret it. You can't refuse to perform for them; you are theirs for a few hours. You should go. You can get hurt. It's happened to me" she said as she bit the inside of her cheek to fight back her emotions.

"You can tell them it's a two for one special tonight."

Elf laughed and sniffed, "you're crazy." She cleared her throat and thought, "We can say you are a friend who just likes to party. I have friends who turn a trick now and then when money gets tight; just say that if they ask. Are you sure? This is stupid, you should go. I can see you tomorrow or even later tonight after I get cleaned up."

"I'm staying. What do we need to do to get ready?"

"Shower, that's done. Trim you; I just stay waxed. Everyone loves a bald pussy, doesn't matter which client, but trimmed will do in a pinch. Then get made up, dress and lube."

"Dress and lube?"

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. Yes, lube, everywhere. Sometimes they are in a rush and don't wait for you to catch up to them. I've had guys walk in, bend me over in the hallway virtually, you know, then it's over and they're gone. That is easy money" she observed.

"Some enjoy slamming it into you dry; it hurts if you don't prepare" she continued.  "This is stupid, you should go, now."

"And that you enjoy? Even women will do that? No, don't answer, no judgment. How long do we have before they are here?"

"Fifteen minutes, twenty tops. Oh what the hell, come into the bathroom and let me trim you. I'm never going to get rid of you in time anyway" Elf laughed nervously.

They went to the bathroom and Elf clipped Ellen's pussy as short as she could without making the hairs stiff. Ellen decided to go all the way and let Elf shave her bald; it was all they could do as new lovers to keep their activities professional as Elf was aroused by Ellen's bare lips and Ellen became more sensitive to her touch, so the issue of lubricating in part took care of itself. But Elf insisted on oiling Ellen's ass because "every guy wants you up the ass, do you hear me, every guy. The wife normally won't do that, or stopped doing it after the honeymoon. And you will end up on your knees and bent over a pillow or the bed or spread-eagle against a wall, so be prepared for more than my little tongue. And you are so wonderfully tight that I would guess that you are going to be a real hit." She finished fingering oil into her as far as her fingers would reach and ended with a playful slap on her butt cheek as she dried the excess oil from around her tender back door, which Ellen failed to admit was virgin territory save for Elf's fingers and tongue this evening. 

They made up quickly, applying their make-up more generously than they normally would have, but again, Elf claimed that every guy wanted to do a porn star for a night, and that meant dressing and acting like a stripper, the kind that takes you into the back room after the show for an added treat.

They dressed, Ellen donning her suit from the evening complete with her panties now mostly dry, but with a discernable stain strategically placed in the center. "That won't do" Elf said, as she bent to pull off her friend's panties, "they want you fresh. My last lover left some thongs here; they should fit your beautiful butt better than my panties will."

Ellen slipped on the thong, still slightly small for her ass, and the string dug deeply into her cheeks and lips, bothering her newly shaved pussy unexpectedly by rubbing and stimulating it, with the triangle in the front folding itself in between her lips so that she might as well not have been wearing anything at all for all the good it did her. Elf ran her hands between Ellen's crotch and sighed with longing, pulling herself away only because of the lateness of the hour. She dawned skin-tight ¾ length pants with a thong as well, and a tank-top without a bra, lots of dangly jewelry and sandals that laced up slightly above her ankles. She lit incense and candles all around the apartment and further dimmed the lights.

She looked around, satisfied at last and, as a last measure, had Ellen remove her expensive jewelry and place it in a safe behind a wall photograph. "Put on some of mine" she said, "I don't want them to think that we're too well-off or they might consider, well, I can't exactly report it to the police. Do you have anything else to ask."

"Uh," Ellen said as the door buzzer rang, "too late anyway."

Elf jumped uncharacteristically, "I never get nervous at this. Are you sure? You can still leave."

Ellen walked to the speaker next to the door and asked, "which button?"

"The red one" Elf said, "wait, let me do it."

"Hello" she said in a sultry voice as she pushed the button.

"Hello" the voice responded and continued, "are you Jess's friend?"

"MmmmHmmm" Elf said, purring into the speaker. "The door's open gentlemen; come on up. Take the elevator from the second floor. You've got the room number."

"What do we do now" Ellen asked as Elf purposefully walked to the liquor cabinet to pull out four glasses.

"We offer them a drink, maybe a show. Maybe that's all they will want, but I doubt it. You don't pay this much for a private dance. Just remember it is me you are performing with and that we just did this anyway" she smiled, "and it was wonderful. And you've had one-night-stands before, right?"

"Not many, and it's been years, but yes, once or twice. What if they get violent or something? I feel like I should have taken a course in this or something" Ellen laughed, "my college didn't offer one though." 

"Normally they don't, but they are demanding usually. Remember, you are the woman they don't have, even if they are married" Elf responded, "Sometimes they try to make up for lost time, if that makes sense."

"Will they split us up, I mean, in separate rooms" Ellen asked, wanting to know the script to this new fantasy.

"Maybe" Elf responded, knowing that they no doubt would. "Most guys are self-conscious about their dicks, the size thing and all that, unless they do this regularly, and then we may end up as a foursome, which can get sort of kinky but fun too if we get to put on a show for them. I have two bedrooms; I don't care which one I use, so just do what they want. Sometimes you never even get out of the living room."

She continued as the buzzer rang, "they're here. Just follow my lead if you can. And remember, the customer is always right, within reason." She gave Ellen a quick peck on the lips as she strolled to the door and swung it wide.

In walked two men, both in suits with loosened ties. They were in their mid thirties it appeared, one obviously muscular and at least 6'4" and the other more talkative one around 5'10". Both were slightly drunk; Ellen could smell the liquor on them as they strutted in with a hearty greeting of "Hello" in an accent that was more Midwestern than British. Jess must have gotten some bum information Elf thought to herself. She hoped that she wasn't being scammed, but since this was all done with credit cards and a shell company name, there was no real way to verify anything anyway.

"Call me Elf; I hope you've come to play boys" she said, taking the tall one by the hand and leading him into the living room, her ass now swinging rhythmically as she led the way in her skin-tight pants that dug into her shallow crack and outlined her pussy in the front. They were obviously pleased with Elf as their eyes had hardly glanced at her face before they were sizing up her backside and the thin material that sculpted itself around her little butt.

Ellen took the initiative and walked to the shorter one before they could comment on her unexpected presence and introduced herself as Elle, a friend who just wanted to join in on the fun. The men glanced at each other before both turned their attention from Elf's ass to Ellen's chest: "Elle, with tits like that you can join any party I throw" the shorter man said, obviously delighted that he had drawn the unexpected bonus of the night as he boldly reached for her and slipped a finger into her cleavage. 


She coyly backed up as Elf suggested that they all have a drink. But Ellen, not wanting to cause problems, was only too glad to run her tongue over her upper lip as the man withdrew his finger and made a cheesy sizzling sound.

"Oh baby, are they real? My old lady has boobs too, but they barely dent a sweater. You'd fill the fucking thing. We're going to have some fun tonight" he said as he moved to the bar and took the drink offered to him.

"So what are your names, guys" Elf asked, trying to get them talking to get a sense of them.

"Don't you worry about our names, Red. If I told you I'd have to kill you" the shorter man laughed as he swilled his drink and poured himself another. "Let's just get down to the dirty business at hand, huh Mike?" he finished, addressing his tall quiet friend who had yet to speak.  

Mike just grunted and continued looking hungrily at Elf as he noticed her tattoo peaking out of the top of her tank-top. "What's that" he asked pointing at Elf's chest, before it dawned on him that he had rented these two women for the night and could simply see for himself as he took a finger and pulled down the material between Elf's breasts. She backed up and turned away as she obligingly lifted her tank-top over her head and then turned back holding the shirt over her breasts. She dropped it and cocked her head sensually as she ran a finger down the center of her chest, bisecting her large tattoo, and down to her navel piercing, finishing with a coy dancer's curtsy. 

The shorter man whistled and moved to look at Elf's chest, astounded at what he saw. "Man ,oh man, Red, you may not have your friend's rack, but you sure make up for it in weird stuff on your body."

"And that's just the stuff you can see" she offered tantalizingly.

Like clockwork, Ellen moved around behind Elf and placed her hands on her waist and moved them up and over her friend's bare breasts, kissing her neck and looking at the two men who were ogling both now.

"Oohh, that's it. That's it. That's what I want to see. Why don't you two do a little ‘eating at the Y' and get Mike and me charged up for some action. Huh, Mike?" he chattered

"You talk too fucking much" was Mike's curt reply.

"Sorry. Let's see some action girls. How wet can you get the floor down there before we have a go at you? Let's see how well you'd do in a porno" he said as he sat on the couch and undid his tie and belt while Mike loomed tall and hovered menacingly, one hand having wandered to stroke the growing bulge in his crotch.

"Elle and I love eating pussy" Elf said as of she were reading the lines of a poorly written play. She turned to Ellen and began unbuttoning her blouse. She removed Ellen's jacket and let it fall and then did the same with her blouse. Walking around behind her she unbuttoned Ellen's bra and let it drop to the floor as well as she cupped Ellen's large breasts with her hands and lifted them for effect as the short man said "have mercy" and unzipped his own fly. 




Ellen's Elf Ch. 02



She walked around to the front of her and dropped to her knees with her ass pointed up at the men, curving her spine and spreading her legs as wide as possible as her ass swayed seductively. She unbuttoned Ellen's skirt and let it fall before she slowly rolled down her nylons; the men grew silent as both massaged their dicks. Ellen used her mouth and eyes to convey to the men how horny she was becoming. Elf returned to Ellen's pussy and began to kiss her mound, barely hidden by the undersized thong and slowly growing wet, the sensation of Elf's mouth amplified by her new-found lack of hair. She smiled to herself as she leaned into Ellen's silk-covered pussy with her tongue and began to growl while she attended to her friend.

Ellen, in the meantime, watched the men undressing themselves without taking their eyes off of either of them. The tall man was very powerfully built and obviously worked out, but what caught her attention was what literally filled one side of his bikini briefs, an erect dick that tilted nearly to his hip bone. But he wasn't just long; he was thick as well. Ellen was simultaneously aroused by the powerful looking cock and somewhat intimidated by its sheer size.

"Lick her tail Red" the shorter man said as he reached out and ran his toe along the crack of Elf's undulating ass, "and come to think of it let's see your coochie too." 

Elf straightened, unzipped her pants and pulled them down around her knees and one by one slipped them off of her legs, leaving only a wet thong splitting her trellis of rosebuds and her diminutive butt. 

"What is that" he asked as he reached forward and pulled her thong down and off of her ass to view the tattoo on her back and ass. "Anywhere you don't have a tat, Red" he asked as she smacked her butt and sat back on the couch. 

Ellen in the meantime had turned around for Elf to attend to her backside. Elf grabbed her thong in her teeth and pulled it down as far as she could before she had to use her hands and slip it down around her ankles as Ellen leaned forward slightly to pull her ass cheeks apart for Elf's tongue. "Big butt, little butt" the talkative man said again, "make sure you get that tongue just where I would put it, Red."

"And where would you put it" Elf asked as she wiggled her ass to tease the guy.

"I'll show you" he said as he dropped to the floor and brought his face right up to Elf's ass, "put that little butt right up in my face Red" he said as he set about frantically licking her ass like an ice cream cone in danger of melting on a hot day.

"Enough talk" the big guy said as he walked around the couch and, taking Ellen's hand, proceeded to usher her to the first room with a bed, her thong still around her ankles as she shuffled to keep up with the large guy. He backed her to a bed and pushed her down, standing about a foot in front of her face as she sat waiting for what was obviously the first order of business.

"Take out my cock and suck it" was all he said and stood there waiting to be serviced. Ellen pulled his underwear down and his long, thick meat literally slapped her in the face. His circumcised cock was gigantic, with a large, pink mushroom head and one or two bulging veins running the length of it. 

"Oh my god" she said as silent Mike cracked his first smile and chuckled. He pulled her head forward as she opened her mouth to engulf at least the head and tasted cologne and a drop of viscous pre-cum on the very tip. She licked him all over, avoiding the inevitable when he would undoubtedly plant the thing in her mouth. She licked his balls and pulled at the loose skin with her lips; she massaged them with her hand and ran her fingernails over his muscular abdomen as he groaned in approval. 

"Come on jugs, let's see how far down it will go" he said crudely as he grabbed his cock and aimed for her mouth as he encouraged her head forward and tried to impale himself on her face. She tried her best to keep up with what was asked of her, gagging and salivating as the enormous member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, literally pummeling her as he operated her head as if he were merely masturbating and her mouth just happened to be where it was happening. She began to drool uncontrollably and make gurgling sounds, repeatedly pulling off of him to gag, and then returning his dick to her throat. As the saliva ran down her chin she heard in the other room the sound of Elf squealing and panting as the shorter guy apparently was into whatever tickled his fancy at the moment.

Unexpectedly, silent Mike extracted his cock from Ellen's mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. She was afraid that he was going to get on top of her and try to force himself down her throat, but he had other plans.

"Pull your knees back to your ears" he said as he aimed his meat directly at her pussy. "Hold your ankles to the side" he ordered as he ran two fingers into her wet pussy and poked around like he was looking for something he had lost. He held her open with one hand and in one slow slide entered her as far as he would go in one stroke, hitting her cervix and bottoming out on entry.

She screamed from the sudden intrusion as the air escaped from her lungs in an anguished rush as he smiled at the effect he was having. He took his hand and, grabbing his cock, literally tried to wiggle himself side to side and up and down inside of her as he slowly slammed into her again and again, the suction so tight that his cock made a plunging squish as he pulled out almost fully and then rammed himself in again as far as he could go, one of his arms outstretched so that he could roughly fondle her breasts and pinch and twist her nipples as he went. Ellen became vaguely aware that she was moaning with each stroke, and that the moaning was just what he wanted to hear from her as the faint sound of Elf's encounter became a buzz of background noise. She also sensed, quite unexpectedly, that she was going to cum, and found herself chanting for him to fuck her good, like some demon had possessed her body and wanted to be sated by this anaconda in her pussy, not sure whether she was playing the role of the good whore or actually enjoyed being the corporate VP, slumming it for a night. 

She screamed as she came hard and panted, but still he pummeled her like a pile driver on autopilot. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled himself out of her and effortlessly lifted her waist into the air like a feather pillow while her legs hung akimbo to her sides. Out of his mouth he drooled a large gob of spit that landed directly on her little brown cherry, which he proceeded to finger and grease with his large middle finger as he held her to him with his other arm. Oh god no, she thought, not that, not with him.

But that was just what was about to happen. He turned her onto her side and pulled one of her legs into the air to spread her crotch for his use, pushed her leg into a jackknife position and again slammed into her pussy, jerking and pulsing deep into her. Without warning he pulled totally out of her and wiped his member side to side along her wet crack, moistening his head on her sweat and pussy juice in preparation for his anal assault. First she felt his head between her cheeks, so deceptively soft and warm and moist, nestled in the pucker of her asshole. And then without warning Ellen Maine felt as if her ass was splitting open. She gagged and nearly threw up from the intrusion, and continued to gag on the verge of vomiting as the searing pain followed his cock as he breached her ass. Deep into the tender depths of her bowels she felt his oversized head take her one ring of muscle at a time, stretching her taut channel with not a millimeter to spare. He began to growl as he forced more of himself into her and pinched and slapped her cheeks, first one and then the other, each slap a resounding snap, as he further sounded out her depths. Silent Mike growled like an animal as he pulled her toward him like a weightless rag doll, her moaning nearly constant now as the pain literally consumed her.

"Come on boobs, it can't be that bad with that big ass of yours. You've taken shits bigger than this" he taunted as she screamed into the pillow, her knuckles white as she grabbed and clutched at the sheets and gulped air in between screams in syncopation with his persistent schlong as he dragged it in and out of her soft hole, devastating her little fissure as he took his pleasure from her pain. She thought he would certainly cum soon and wished for it, virtually prayed for it, but he kept at it, stretching forever the muscles of her little tailpipe.

Without pulling out of her, he spun her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees with her ass spread wide for his piston as he conquered the last inches of her insides, a faint tint of blood now streaking his dick as it took its toll on her tender back door. She grabbed a pillow to stuff her face into, fearing that Elf would hear her and regret her decision to allow her to remain, even though Ellen herself was now regretting her own decision. 

She heard a noise and sensed, more than actually saw, Elf and the talkative one enter the room, Elf's face looking white and pained for what her friend was going through. "Time to trade" the shorter guy said as he pushed Elf down onto the bed, her face next to Ellen's on the same long pillow.

Ellen felt Silent Mike mercifully pull out of her ass and move across the bed as he lined up behind Elf, kneeling with her butt in the air. The short guy slapped Ellen on the ass and thanked Silent Mike for "packing the shit" for him as he now crammed his cock into Ellen's ass. He pushed her down onto the bed and lay full on her as he made her spread her legs as wide as they would go and, getting into a push up position, proceeded to slam into her soft cheeks again and again. But after Silent Mike's battering ram, this was not the same kind of torture, and she bore it with little moans as he slammed into her again and again.

She looked over to Elf just as Mike slipped into her ass and watched her react to the monster that invaded her, heard her stifled screams, watched her wide eyes welling with tears as he in turn had his way with her in equally brutal fashion.

Eventually, mercifully, they were ready to cum, and they almost simultaneously pulled out of the women and manhandled them, turning them around so that they were sitting side by side. They pulled their heads back by their hair and with one hand maneuvered their slimy cocks into their mouths. The strong smell and taste of their asses assaulted their senses, making Ellen gag again and again as the talkative guy managed to impale entirely his shorter cock on her face as he literally head-fucked her. The short guy laughed as the two sucked what he called their "shit sticks" as fervently as possible to get over with this nightmare.

Silent Mike came first as he first shoved himself deeply into Elf's tender mouth and cried out, pulling out at the last minute to just inside of her lips so that some of his cum would pool in the front: "keep it all there Red" he said as he groaned with each spasm of his orgasm. 

"Big kiss ladies" he finished saying as Elf, who knew the drill, leaned over to kiss Ellen with strands of thick jism overflowing her chin. They kissed and Elf made the requisite noises that feigned that she loved sharing cum with a friend as Ellen found still another reason to gag. 

The talkative guy then pushed Ellen down onto the bed and slapped his cock down between her tits and fucked them hard. "Oh, shit" he moaned as he neared his orgasm. He pulled Ellen's head up and positioned her mouth to receive his spunk. 

"Open wide, boobs" he said as he kneaded and slapped her breasts and squeezed them tighter to his rod as he began to shoot ribbons of thick cum onto Ellen's face and into her mouth, screaming "Oohh fuck" as she lay there virtually lifeless as two long strands of cum coated her face, a third having shot directly into her open mouth and into the back of her throat.

He finished with a laugh and pulled Elf over to Ellen: "here's some more Red; clean up your friend" he said as Elf mechanically licked his cum off of Ellen's face, making sure that some of it remained both on Ellen's face and her chin. 

Silent Mike, who had left the room, returned half-dressed and said, "we gotta flight to catch, aren't you done yet?"

"Yea" the talkative guy said as he crawled off of Ellen as if she wasn't even there and left her laying on the bed exhausted, "but I gotta help Red clean up first" he laughed as he grabbed Elf and dragged her into the adjoining bathroom suite as Silent Mike followed behind him. 

Ellen lay silent and shivering on the bed as she heard the short one's voice echoing in the small bathroom. "Open up Red, don't want to waste it now do you" she heard the talkative one saying as she heard Elf gagging and retching. Then there was no more talking.

Ellen heard the front door closing and Elf running from the bathroom and double locking the door as soon as the men left.

Ellen heard her bare feet walk to the bathroom and then heard the sound of her gagging and vomiting. Water ran as she apparently brushed her teeth, gagging again once or twice in the process. Elf stood there for a moment, stunned, staring at her wet face and breasts before she plodded back to the bedroom. 

Ellen had moved to the top of the bed and pulled the covers partly over her as Elf appeared in the doorway sobbing quietly, not knowing what to say to Ellen, who lay in a fetal position and faced away from her. "Shower" she offered meekly as she waited for Ellen to rise, which she soon did. They returned to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, the hot water near scalding as they tried to cleanse themselves of the incident.

Still saying nothing, Elf led Ellen to the spare bedroom and pulled back the clean covers for them. She faced Ellen and managed to get out the word "sorry" before Ellen slapped her hard across the face, just once, and cut short the sentence. She pulled Elf into the bed in front of her and they lay and spooned, both now crying silent tears.

"Tomorrow you call Jess" was all Ellen said after a long pause; "this is over."

"Yes" was all Elf said as they both lay there eyes wide open, too upset to fall asleep.