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The Help

By: capistrana



My name is Eric. I'm 19 years old, and I live in Paul's house. I'm his housekeeper, servant, boyfriend, whatever you want to call it. Or rather, whatever HE wants to call it. I love Paul. He rescued me when things got bad with my mom, and he's teaching me how to keep house properly for him. He even lets me -- well, more about that in a minute.

Sex is part of what Paul wants from me, but he also wants a clean house and a good home-cooked meal. He likes me to be cheerful but not talkative, and he doesn't want to hear the laundry or the dishwasher going when he's home from work.

Paul has a good job in the city, and that's one reason he doesn't let me go outside the house much, except at night. He says people wouldn't understand about our love. The people in our neighborhood are all older or have young kids, so they go to bed early. Once a week, I do the grocery shopping after I clean up from Paul's dinner. Other than that, I'm a happy housewife! 

I even wear an apron sometimes. Paul bought it for me. Usually he likes me to do my housework in the nude, but one time I burned myself pretty badly cooking some fried chicken, so now I can wear the apron if I'm going to be doing anything messy. It's green and pink with ruffles on it. He calls me Nana when I'm wearing it. He can be pretty funny sometimes.

I owe Paul everything. So when he wants something, he gets it, right away. Sometimes I make mistakes, and it's his job to correct me and train me to do things right. If I've been stupid, I have to sleep out in the hall instead of beside his bed. If I've really messed things up, I have to sleep in the garage. That's only happened a couple of times. The garage is pretty cold, and of course he didn't let me have any clothes. I just lay there curled up thinking about how far away Paul was and how bad I must have been for him to send me away.

If something isn't right with his breakfast or dinner, he'll stand up at the table and call "Boy!" I have to kneel at his feet and listen to him explain what was wrong, and how bad I was, and I can't interrupt, I have to wait till he finishes before I can apologize or try to fix it. Usually I'm crying by that time. If he catches me crying, he'll get out his cane.

It's a big cane -- I think it belonged to his father -- and has a silver handle. Whenever I see it, I can't help myself, I start to cry worse. I know it will be worse for me if I run, so I try to stay strong and remain where I am, but my butt starts tingling just looking at that thing.

When he uses it, I have to crouch on all fours on the floor, and usually he starts out by repeating what I did wrong and what an ugly, useless boy I am, and after a while, when my knees are starting to hurt, he swings the cane with a savage THWACK and this searing jet of pain shoots across my rump. He likes to try to take me by surprise so sometimes he'll swing it in mid-sentence or in an irregular rhythm. He's hoping I'll cry out, and sometimes I can't help it, even though I know it will get me another whack.

Usually after he has used the cane six or seven times, he gets into a better mood and allows me to suck him off. I love to do this so much! "You may lick my penis," he'll say -- he likes to phrase things all formal and stuff -- and I sit up on my knees, even though they're burning by then, and the pain in my ass is exquisite and tender. But I don't think about those things. I think about how much I love Paul and want to show him I'm grateful for his training. He has taught me how to suck him off the way he likes it, and it's one thing I've learned very well.

I start gently, using my hands and lips to kiss and stroke his inner thighs, his balls and his thatch of pubic hair. He likes it if I rub my nose up against him and breathe in deeply, and this always reminds me of how much I love Paul and how much I owe him, so even if my ass is stinging I remember how much of a treat and an honor it is to touch his cock.

Oh, Paul's cock. It's enormous, thick, and when he's hard he's rock hard. I lick it slowly at first, starting with just the tip, then gradually take the whole head, then more into my mouth. There's no way I can get the whole thing in my mouth, but he holds my head as close as he can, digging his fingers into my hair, pushing my face against that immovable object as he rocks his hips and fucks my mouth. 

I clamp my hands over his buttocks, partly so I can feel the muscles grinding that big cock into my mouth, but partly so that the strength of his strokes doesn't knock me out! He lets out a moan -- "Boy, I'm coming!" and suddenly I am swallowing as fast as I can to try to contain the juices spewing forth from his engorged pink tip. I have to lick him clean and make sure no drops are spilled -- if they are, I have to lick them up too, no matter where they land, crouching on all fours until the floor is cleaned.

"Wash your mouth, you dirty slut," he says when he's satisfied that I've finished the job. He goes to his bathroom -- the marble one off the master bedroom -- and I go to mine, a toilet and sink in an unheated "room" in the garage, closed off from view by an improvised curtain made of old sheets. After I'm done, I return and make sure he's got everything he needs. Sometimes I have to draw him a bath or wash or dry his body. Sometimes if I'm very good he lets me touch his cock again.

At night, depending how good I've been, he tells me where to sleep. My usual spot is on the floor in the hallway, just outside his room, so that I can come when he calls. If I've displeased him, I have to go to the garage, which is cold and hard, even with my blanket. I've had the same blanket since I got here. I don't have any pillows or sheets because I'm only a servant. Sometimes when I'm making Paul's bed I think it would be nice to sleep in a real bed, but then I remember everything Paul has done for me, and how lucky I am to have this place. 

Once in a while, if he is feeling very generous, Paul lets me stay in bed with him. Of course I am grateful for the privilege, and extra eager to please him. 

Sometimes when I am sucking his cock or taking it up my ass, my own cock gets hard, and I try not to let it show. Paul likes to slap my cock and watch me cry in pain. I try not to cry but I can't help it sometimes. Usually after he slaps my cock he orders me to get down on all fours so he can fuck me in the ass. It hurts but it is part of my service to Paul. 

Once he caught me masturbating, and that time he wasn't satisfied with caning me or smacking my cock. He got a large dog kennel, about the size for a Great Dane, and set it up in the living room and made me get inside. For five days I stayed in there with no food and only a bowl of water. Once a day he let me get out and use the bathroom. I begged and pleaded to be let out, to do my work, to be his boy again, but he told me it was important to learn that I was not there for my own pleasure, that I must not touch myself but should think only of pleasing my master. When he finally let me out, I couldn't walk, I was so hungry and cramped from the wire cage. He smacked me once across the ass and told me to crawl to the kitchen and get some food.

I see now that he was right to punish me. I am fortunate that he loves me enough to train me so thoroughly. I have learned my lesson, and my only goal is to please Paul. At night I dream about his rough, manly chest and his beautiful big cock, but my hand never strays to my own penis. I am his boy, his devoted servant, now and always.

The Help



The long drive to pick up the maid from her countryside village hadn't been as bad as I had imagined. In fact the scenery, blue skies and the occasional wildlife had made the two hour drive enjoyable - Kenya was indeed a beautiful place. As soon as we got to the house, I prepared us a quick bite to eat - after all it was her first day and she was not at all familiar with the lay of the land so to speak, then showed her to the servant quarters. This was a small self contained area at the rear of my townhouse. The following day, she would start her training at the neighbourhood Domestic Center in order to perform the household duties required of her.

She was what I'd describe as a typical village girl - somewhat naive and a bit timid. She had just finished high school but like so many who lived in her village, didn't have many options as far as her future was concerned. She was short in stature, about 5'2" and about 115 lbs soaking wet. Her hair was combed in a neat afro that I have to say accentuated her high cheekbones and bright eyes. She did seem knowledgeable about current events and we had an engaging conversation during our drive back from her village to the city. I thought she'd be a great fit for my household.

In a few weeks, Kendi had settled in and learned enough to run my household without much hand holding. I woke up each morning to a hot breakfast and came come to find a clean home and dinner on the table. She kept out of the way but always seemed to pop out of nowhere when needed. My fellow expatriates were skeptical about the arrangement but I can bet you my last shilling that none of them had it as easy as I did. With time, we settled into a smooth routine and easy relationship ... until the day I came home unexpectedly in the middle of the day.

It was one of those warm days that beckon you to take the afternoon off and laze by the pool sipping something alcoholic or fall asleep in a hammock. With that thought in mind, I left work early to start my afternoon of relaxation. I came home to a seemingly empty house and went upstairs to put together a bag so that I could head to the club for a swim. As I walked by my window I happened to catch a glimpse of her standing in the bathroom in her quarters taking what I imagine was a cooling shower. I can't say I saw more than a flash but there she was, bare back, lightly muscled, slender waist, round buttocks and firm thighs all covered in wet chocolate skin. With that glimpse, my world tilted on its axis and the perfectly balanced world that was my home away from home became tormenting hell. I stood there for a moment, a little light headed, hard, and rather shocked by my reaction. In a few minutes she came out into the courtyard in one of her demure village dresses and got busy hanging the laundry clueless that her boss had just seen her naked. Suffice to say, I left the house that afternoon and didn't come back until much, much later. 

I couldn't get the image of her naked goodness out of my mind. In fact that was all I thought about for days and nights. It took all I had not to jump her bones and have her on the kitchen floor. What kind of mzungu (foreigner) would that make me? I found myself noticing small things about her; like the way she swung her hips walking through the living room, her soft feminine scent when she walked by, the way she raised her hand over her mouth whenever she smiled ... so endearing. My world was definitely wobbling! This was not what I had imagined but exactly what everyone had predicted.

Shortly thereafter, I was glad to receive a two week assignment that would take me away from the city and the "dangerous" situation that was waiting to happen. My assumption was that the time away would clear my mind and hopefully I'd meet someone interesting - there was no shortage of female expatriates or local girls where I was headed.

After two days, I missed her and everything about her including her numerous failed attempts at making American food from the cookbook she had acquired during her training. She liked singing as she worked especially when she thought I couldn't hear her and blushed furiously if I happened to come around the corner as she did so. I missed the sound of her accented voice so of course I called her. Just to hear her voice and to hear her call me "Mr. Frank." That's what she called me no matter how many times I asked her to just call me Frank. It was always Mr. Frank this or Mr. Frank that and I had resigned myself to it. For some reason it made me feel a bit special.

So you can imagine my shock the day I got back and saw them taking a stroll down the street, holding hands. Her hips swaying, skirt skimming the back of her knees, the sun glinting off her afro. He was taller than my 5'9", lanky and walked with a jaunty spring in his step! I can't tell you what he looked like because I only saw the back of his head as I drove past leaving a cloud of dust in my wake. I parked my car in the driveway and got the luggage out slamming the door and the trunk just as she came around the corner with a smile on her face. 

She did not realise just how gutted I was and nor did I understand why I felt so strongly about this fellow.

"Who was that and where were you."

"That is my new friend Mr. Frank, he works in the house at the corner." The bright smile on her face was quickly turning to uncertainty and the hand she had stretched out for mine was now clasped tightly by its mate. This was not the welcome she had anticipated.

"Are you here to make friends or work?"

"I had taken your clothes to the dry cleaner like you asked me to. He was just walking me home." She answered, wringing her hands

Is that what you do when I am not home, allow men to walk you home?"

"No Mr. Frank, it was only this time." I could hear the tremor is her voice. I had never seen her cry but I was almost sure I was about to and felt bad. No, horrible! I had no reason to use this tone with her. But I had no idea what had come over me or how to stop it. Tears pooled in her eyes threatening to stream down her cheeks, 

"Here, take my bags in." I said, handing her the bags and unlocking the door.

"I am sorry Mr. Frank that will not happen again. Welcome home." I stepped into the house and couldn't help looking around to make sure the man hadn't trespassed into my lair. Nothing seemed to be out of place but then there was no sure way to tell. Just like there was no way for me to tell how far their "friendship" had gone. The rest of the day passed in a blur with Kendi keeping to the kitchen and serving my meals quickly and efficiently. Once she was done with her duties for the evening she retreated to her quarters leaving me to wallow over my glass of brandy before I dragged myself off to bed.

I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw them locked in passionate embrace. Lips locked, his hands buried deep in her mussy afro while hers gripped his muscular shoulders and her legs wrapped around his sinewy thighs. With each toss came a variation of that image. Laying in her bed, standing against the living room wall, on the kitchen counter. When not driving myself insane with these images I was racked with guilt. I really had no right to speak with her the way I had when I got home. She was my employee but she also deserved respect and interaction with people other than myself. 

The lights in her room were on so I knew she was still awake. I went downstairs and knocked on her door gently, half hoping that she would ignore my intrusion. But no, she cracked the door open and peered out. She was in a light colored night dress and I could see the outline of curves silhouetted against the light in her room. I knew then that I shouldn't have attempted to have the conversation until morning but it was now too late. 

"Kendi, I am sorry about earlier. You can have friends if you want to." My voice sounded strained and I cleared my dry throat. She had opened the door wider and I could now see her breasts pressed against the worn soft fabric of her nightie. The thing wasn't very long and barely got to her knees.

"That's okey Mr. Frank"

"Are you sure? Look, give me a hug so I know you are okey." I couldn't believe I had said that but with no hesitation, she stepped forward and pressed her body against mine wrapping her arms around me. I wrapped mine around her and squeezed gently all thoughts about the appropriateness of this situation long gone from my mind. She felt good. Solid yet soft. The tight points of her nipples pressed into my chest even as I felt myself harden against her stomach. There is no way she couldn't feel me through the two very thin pieces of fabric between us. 

I kissed her then. Gently. Sucked on her lower lip. Top lip. Paused. I didn't want to scare her. Not when I had her this close. Not when she tasted this good. I kissed her again probing gently with my tongue seeking hers out, she let out a whimper, a little moan and pressed herself against me. She opened herself to me, her tongue dancing with mine, the hands at my chest almost timid. I wanted to devour her, bury myself in her essence. 

With my hands on her waist I lifted her and stepped into her room with my cock grinding against her soft tummy. I set her down at the foot of the bed and started unbuttoning her nightie. Like I'd imagined, those perfect breasts topped by dark, tight nipples sat atop her chest with nary a sag. I marveled at the contrast between our skin color as I cupped and kneaded gently, tugging and twisting her tight nipples. She watched my hands and let out moan after sigh after moan. Her hand grazed the front of my pajamas and my cock jumped in eager anticipation. She rested both hands on my waist and her forehead against my chest like she was trying to support herself. I loosened my pjs and let them drop to the floor exposing myself to her. At first we just stood there with my cock hanging between us, heavy and throbbing to my heartbeat. I could feel her breath cooling the heat emanating from the thickness. Maybe she was making a decision on how to move forward or maybe I didn't look like she had expected. She touched her fingertip to my tip and pulled away the large drop of pre-cum that had seeped, stretching the thread until it broke. Her other hand wrapped around my girth and squeezed gently. 

I had her sit on the edge of her bed and stood between her legs spreading her smooth chocolate things and letting her sweet scent wrap itself around me. My cock reacted accordingly - tightening and lengthening even further, the seeping purple head emerging fully from the foreskin and bumping against her chin. With my hands cradling her soft face and thumbs caressing those thick lips, the next step seemed so natural. I leaned forward slightly grazing the tip of my cock to her lips and smeared them with my pre-cum. With her eyes on mine, her tongue darted out to taste the smear, then darted out again and shyly licked the slit at the tip while her hand skimming along the veined length. She opened her mouth and took the head in, swirled her tongue around and sucked. My fingers delved into her afro to keep her still. If I wasn't careful I would cum sooner that I wanted to - her warm mouth felt so good. With her eyes now closed, she kept sucking and swirling, listening to my moans and reacting accordingly, both hands now working my length. It seemed she was a natural at this and was bent on getting even better, taking me in deeper, sucking like her life depended on it. She would glance at me every now and then to gauge my reaction, her eyes boring into mine. It was all too much. Those knowing eyes, those thick lips wrapped around me and that tongue! I had to stop her.

"Is it not good Mr. Frank?" 

"It is better than good," I managed to grunt "it feels very nice. But you'll have to slow down abit." I grasped her head in my hands and tried to move my cock away but she'd have none of it. 

"If you like it, then I must go on. I must make you feel very good." with that she pulled me back into her sweet wet mouth and continued tormenting me. With my hands fisted in her hair I thrust my hips forward almost choking her. I gave her what I hoped was an apologetic look when she looked up startled but my hips were unrelenting. They suddenly had a life of their own and I wasn't about to stop that good feeling. I felt crazed. All that existed in my world were her mouth, her eyes and my cock. My grunts and moans and the sucking sounds she was making filled the small room and for a fleeting second I wondered whether the neighbours could hear us. It didn't matter though, not then anyway. I could feel the tingling sensation ride down my spine and my balls tightened upwards as with my next thrust the first of several spurts shot out of my cock surprising her. She recovered well and managed to swallow most of my cum and then continued to suckle on my cock as I stood there on my shaky legs. Her ministrations were gentle, almost loving but she wouldn't meet my eyes. Gently, I used my thumb to clean off the cum that had escaped her mouth and with her chin, tilted her face to mine.

"I didn't know that would happen. Is it always like that?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Her eyes darting away from mine. 

"Yes, that happens when a man is very excited. Did I hurt you?" My heart was still beating hard in my chest and I could barely hear myself speak.

"No, I am okey. Now I think you will feel better. Tomorrow we will start afresh. Yes?" With that she stood up and slipped her nightie back on and with eyes averted again started working the buttons. I felt like a jerk! I'd come down to apologize and had ended up receiving a blowjob instead. The least I could have done was return the favor but as it was I, the master of the home was gently shooed out of her quarters. 

I woke up the following morning painfully hard. For a moment I thought it had been a dream but I could still smell her on my fingers. Admittedly, I was nervous going downstairs for breakfast but I had to get to work so after a quick shower down I went with my semi-hard cock safely zipped up in my pants. I had everything planned out - I would apologize, have my breakfast and leave as soon as I could. I only hoped she would not tell me she was leaving my employment. However, while my breakfast was laid out on the table, she was nowhere to be found - not that I was going into her quarters to look for her. 

The week passed with very little communication between us. She would make my meals, clean the house and do the laundry. Everything that was expected of her was done to perfection. There was however, no laughter, no singing and she certainly wasn't making me any of her special meals. My nights on the other hand were filled with dreams of her in every sexual position known to man. I felt terrible and considered letting her go but was sure that would make me feel worse for denying her an income. 

When one week became two, I decided that something had to be done. I only hoped that whatever I said would not make things worse than they already were. She was in laundry room folding the day's washing and was initially unaware of my presence. I stood there, out of site observing her and feeling like a bit of a pervert. The dress she was wearing fit her well accentuating her body in the right places and drew the kind of response that I was trying to avoid. 

I cleared my throat not wanting to startle her. "Kendi, can I speak with you for a moment?" I didn't sound as confident as I wanted to appear.

She gave a slight nod and I proceeded into the room maintaining some distance between us. Her hands never stopped folding but with my face flushed I forged forward, "I am sorry about the other night. It was not my intention to take advantage of you in that way. I wanted to apologize about my reaction to your friend and things got out of hand." 

Silence.

Look, if you would like to leave, that's understandable. I will pay you for this month and next month. I can also give you a ride back home if you want. You do a great job here and I would really like for you to stay." She looked at me then but kept folding. My heart sank a little with that. Maybe she was really considering leaving. 

"Do you want some time to think about it?" 

"No!" My heart sank even further.

"I like working here Mr. Frank. You are a fair boss and have taught me many things. I will stay and work hard for you." While she really hadn't given me her full attention during the entire conversation, my heart rose a little with that. All hope was not lost. 

"Thank you Kendi, you will not regret that decision." She gave me a slight smile and turned back to her laundry but I was glad. If I could keep my errant cock in my pants and erotic thoughts out of my mind, I was sure everything would go well. 

That strategy worked for a while and the situation at home relaxed considerably. I found many activities to keep me busy after work, long trips over the weekend and girls to keep me distracted. But I still dreamt about her almost every night, was jealous if I heard her laughing on the phone and was constantly worried that she would meet someone on her days off. Eventually my activities tapered off and the women became unappealing. The only woman I thought about was the one residing in my servant quarter and I was very sure I wasn't welcome there.

It was her weekend off so, feeling horny and restless I had stripped off my clothing and was lying stark naked on the couch slowly wanking to the image of her lips around my cock. I wanted to draw it out and make the feeling last for a while so, I would repeatedly bring myself to the edge then ease back. With my eyes closed and the music a bit loud, I didn't hear her come into the room but I definitely felt it when her hand closed around my balls.

"Wait, you don't have to do this." As much as I'd been dreaming, wishing and hoping, I didn't want to get myself in a bind. I stood up, trying to move away.

"But I want to. I know you enjoyed it and I liked doing it to you so it's okey." A low groan escaped my lips at that. The woman was killing me. It didn't take much more than that and the memory of her lips to weaken my resolve. This time however, it would be better for her.

Slipping her church dress off her shoulders, I revealed the succulent breasts I remembered so well. Their dark nubs were puckered, ready to be sucked. I sat her on the couch and knelt between her legs. She was beautiful and sensual. I took one of her breasts and sucked the nipple into my mouth while my other hand roamed her body skimming over her tight waist and rounded hips, over the kinky hair covering the very spot I had been dreaming about nightly. With my hand behind her knee, I lifted her right foot onto the couch then stopped sucking to take in the beauty before me. I lifted her other foot and placed it onto the couch to fully expose her bright pink center. We had barely started yet she was wet and her aroma filled the air around me. She looked at me with heavily lidded eyes while tugging and twisting her nipple ... waiting. 

I leaned forward and kissed her. Not the gentle kiss that I'd given her previously. This time I knew she wasn't running anywhere. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I sucked her swollen lips as my tongue delved inside her mouth seeking hers out. I left my mark on her neck as I worked my way south tagging on both nipples then sucking each one to hard, fat nubs before I proceeded further down, past her belly button and into her pink wetness. With my fingers, I gently spread her lips further before I leaned in and gave her a long lick from her tight entrance to the point above her hidden clit. She tasted even better than she smelt. I licked her again and felt her thighs jerk slightly and close in around my head. I then sucked on her clit gently drawing it out before I started a quick firm flick. Kendi's moans filled the room, her hips ground upwards and her hands gripped my hair tightly keeping me in place. When she came, her cunt pulsed and released more of her heavy cream and it was all I could do to keep myself from spending right there on the floor. 




The Help Ch. 01



January 5th, 2011

Dear Alissa,

I lost my job three weeks ago and the apartment manager just taped a 3-day notice on my door yesterday. I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I'm hoping this guy from a craigslist post calls me back. He needs a live-in maid. That should be easy enough and I'll have a place to stay until I get back onto my feet. I'll let you know how it goes.

Love ya!

Petra

January 6th, 2011

Alissa,

Hey, I just wanted to update you. Tom (the craigslist guy) called back and he is stopping by to help me pack my stuff today! I'll be staying with him and cleaning or whatever until I get my life together. I wish you lived closer so I could just stay with you and Matt. Anyways, tell everyone I said hi. I'll write again when I get things situated.

-Petra

January 10th, 2011

Alissa, 

I have to tell you that this is the weirdest job ever. I signed a contract (upon Tom's insistence) that I stay here at all times during my stay, unless I am with him or I will be fired/forced to leave. I guess I'll be trying to get things together more quickly, because he is one picky guy and I like to do my own thing, you know that! 

I have been keeping the house as clean as possible and making sure that his dinner is done when he comes back from work, you know-- all that kind of stuff. I'm sort of rushing through this letter because he will be back very shortly and said my actual training begins today and he has my uniforms. What a weirdo! Maids in hotels wear uniforms, not maids in houses- lol! I can only imagine they are some sort of bland gray uniforms, like the ones maids wear in cheap hotel chains. 

Signed,

Petra

I can't even write anymore tonight to Alissa. I have no clue why I'm even writing on this blank page. The training that I just went through was inexplicable. I'll try to get this out though, because I need some sort of reminder. I have a feeling things will never be the same for me again. I'm drowsy from what Tom put in my drink and I'll try to make this quick.

Tom ate his dinner as usual and requested that I wait for him in the living room. I heard him wash his own dish, which was a little odd, as I usually washed the dishes as soon as he was finished with them. In spite of the strong urge I had to go and wash the dishes for him, I stayed in the living room, as he requested.

When he finally came in, he was holding two glasses of champagne. Though I thought it was a nice touch and a very nice welcome to my new job, I politely declined the drink, as my mother was an alcoholic and I thought it would be better to stay away.

Suddenly, I saw a look on his face that I'd never seen before. He was angry. Not just a little angry, but absolutely infuriated. I was terrified. This man, that I had thought was my saving grace, seemed like a complete nightmare.

"You will drink this champagne. Don't refuse me on anything again, or you'll find yourself and your things on the front lawn," Tom said calmly. 

He then extended the glass of bubbly champagne once more, but with a forceful thrust toward me this time. I took the champagne without another word and began to drink it. 

I couldn't afford to be homeless and I knew from the way he was acting, that he wouldn't think twice about throwing me out onto the street. The thought terrified me and I knew I needed to buy myself some time by cooperating.

He then told me that I needed to get off of the couch.

"You are very important to me," he said as calmly as he ever spoke to me,"but you are the help. You are not the owner of this house and you are not a guest, so get off of my furniture. Kneel on the floor when you are tired of standing and never forget that this is my home. Respect it."

I did as I was told. I had no other choice. This man, this 'boss' of mine, was the only person I had to lean on at the moment and maybe for quite some time. I knew this job would test my ability to stay calm and deal with authority, something I've never been good at.

To be continued...



The Help Ch. 02



January 11th, 2011

Dear Alissa,

This is the last time I'll be writing for a while. I have a lot more to do than I thought, but things are great. I don't want you to worry, but I just need to focus right now. Love you lots and see you next time you're in town.

-Petra

I'm glad I finally figured out what to say to Petra. I dated it for tomorrow and I'll just send it out then, but back to the training. I really need to be able to remember this.

I started to feel drowsy after finishing my champagne. I know there was something other than alcohol in there and it tasted bitter. I still taste it.

After I moved to the floor, where I suppose I'll be sitting from now on, Tom sat on the couch and proceeded to tell me what was expected of me. He went over the usual chores and cooking, but then he moved on to talk about other expectations.

"You will always be at the door, on your knees, when I arrive. I will beep once when I enter the driveway. If you are unable to do this, even once, there will be consequences. I also expect you to take care of yourself properly. No body hair, blemishes or undone makeup will be tolerated. You need to look perfect."

While I understood the need to look good, I certainly didn't think he would ever be able to tell whether or not I had body hair -- until he brought out the 'uniforms.'

He reached into a duffle bag and pulled out a pile of outfits. The first that he held up, he said, was my shopping/errand running uniform. It was to be worn only when I was out of the house, which according to the first contract I signed, meant that he'd be with me every time I wore it. It was a bright blue mini-dress that looked more like a dress a nightclub waitress would wear. He told me to try it on, so I reached for it, only to have him pull it back and laugh.

"You have so much to learn. Wait here."

He returned with a pair of heavy duty scissors and told me to stand up and hold still. I freaked, but did what I was told. He cut the sides of my pants to remove them. He did the same with my shirt, bra and underwear. I was standing there, completely exposed, confused, but mostly sluggish and drowsy.

"You'll need razors," he said, looking at my bushy pubic area. "We'll go shopping tomorrow."

I assumed that meant wearing the blue dress. He went through the other outfits. There was one dress for shopping, one for going out with his friends and a final one for when he hosted dinner parties. They were all skimpy. I was amazed at how little fabric was used.

I noticed that there was no outfit for just being here on a daily basis. I think I know why. He brought a trash bag from my room and placed it into a trunk.

He said, "These will be here when you quit, are fired, or when you begin to look too old for this job."

He locked them in the trunk, all of my clothes. I looked down at myself and realized that I had forgotten to try on the blue dress. I asked him for it and slipped the stretchy material over my head. The straps over the shoulders were normal sized, about ¾-inch across and made of the same material as the dress itself. The neckline was modest, really; just a plain scoop neck. The bottom of the dress, however, ended exactly below my butt cheeks. If I move or bend, everything is exposed.

He extended his hand toward me, asking for the dress. I took it off and remained naked for the rest of the training.

After about three hours of rules and him letting me know 'my place,' he wanted to review.

"What do you call me when you address me directly?"

"Boss."

"Yes, now what do you wear?"

"Whatever you allow me to wear, Boss."

"Do you make decisions on your own?"

"No, boss. I only follow what I am told to do."

"What will happen if you do not do what I tell you to do?"

"I will be punished or fired and removed from your home."

"Good, now come here."

I went to him. He wrapped a monitoring device around my ankle. He told me it would record my position within the house and that he would monitor it.

"Now go to bed, you're fucking drunk. Tomorrow, I'm off of work and we have more to do. We'll go shopping for those razors and fit you with a few more pieces of your uniform."

Now I have to go to sleep. This is a lot to process in my drugged state.



The Help: Unnatural Thoughts



It was funny, but for all she had seen and heard, the fact that she'd lost a boyfriend and a mother, what Skeeter stuck on was Hilly. She knew a good journalist should move on to other stories. She could put the maids out of her mind to write, she could focus on the task at hand. But when it all came back, like a dream just after you woke, what she remembered first was Hilly's face, twisted with rage and embarrassment. As selfish and foolhardy as the desire was, she didn't want that to be the last memory of their friendship.

She didn't tell Aibileen or Minnie. They would've tried to talk her out of it. And she didn't tell her parents, they wouldn't have understood. She just drove to Hilly's house and parked her car in the driveway. For a minute, she sat there, listening to the radio but not hearing it. There wasn't a trace of life to the Holbrook house. Skeeter had heard she had fired her maid, and her husband was at work, of course. It was just the two of them.

Skeeter huffed and she puffed and she rang the doorbell.

Hilly answered herself. Her eyebrows flared when she saw Skeeter, but she didn't say anything. Skeeter spoke before she had time to reconsider that.

"I wanted to talk!"

Hilly crossed her arms and regarded Skeeter. She came to a decision, her head tilting to and fro like a boat on the ocean. "Come in. I do believe in applying Christian charity, even to those who've wronged me."

Skeeter stepped inside. It was hard not to feel some sting there. In her own way, Hilly had tried to be nice to her—land her a husband, invite her into the inner circle. Skeeter often thought about what really separated them. If Skeeter hadn't cleared six foot with stubborn hair, looked the freak, had Constantine, would she be like Hilly, convinced of her own superiority? And what had gotten to Hilly that had made her need to be superior instead of just Hilly?

"I don't want to talk about that, or the help, or the Home Health Sanitation Initiative. I want to talk about us."

"There's an us?" Hilly asked, surprised. The front door closed, she was lighting a cigarette. Skeeter had never known her to smoke. "I know there was ame, I set you up on a date with that lovely oilman you seemed to like so much. And then there's you. You, who pulled that mean prank, leaving commodes on my front lawn for all of Jackson to see."

"That was immature," Skeeter confessed. "But it wasn't... it wasn't just to be mean. If you knew Minny, you'd know how much she and her people are going through. The fires, the shootings..."

"I've never raised a hand in anger in my life, Skeeter." Hilly blew a fat whiff of smoke through the air. "Or are you going to write a book where I personally stab flaming crosses into Negroes' lawns?"

"I'm not accusing you of inciting violence." Hilly rolled her eyes at Skeeter's college language. "But you're not helping. Surely, you can't think you're helping. You know, Yule May needed six stitches after that cop—"

"She stole from me!" Hilly said quickly, so fast that smoke spewed from her lips. "Now you want the negro to live in anarchy as well? Would that satisfy your conscience?"

"You are twisting my words—"

"You're twisting my life! Turning me into the villain in your stupid book!"

"It is not stupid! It's important!"

"It's lies and gossip!"

"And since when have you objected to gossip?" Skeeter demanded. "When you're not the one spreading it. Cheese and crackers, I don't know why I bother. I get to thinking about the one or two times you made me a charity case and I forget all the times you were probably laughing behind my back, pointing and laughing just like you did Celia—"

She grabbed her purse and steamrolled for the door, only to find Hilly in the way. Her sweet smile flatfooted Skeeter. It gave Hilly time to set in.

"Oh. Eugenia. I know what this is all about." Hilly took Skeeter's hand, tenderly stroking the inside of her wrist. "I'm so sorry, really I am. Jolene can be the exact same way. Not to your... heights, but then you always were the passionate one."

"What are you talking about?" Skeeter demanded, trying to ignore Hilly's light touch on her arm.

"You feel neglected. Like I haven't been paying enough attention to you. Oh, between my husband and my babies, I didn't even think to find time for you. If I had any idea you valued our friendship that much... oh, to think of us carrying on like this. You've always been so strong-willed. It's alright, Skeeter. I can take the lead now. I've already put the baby down for the night, and William won't be back for hours yet. It'll be just like old times."

Skeeter took her meaning at the same time she felt herself clench. She snatched her hand away. "T-that was a long time ago! This isn't what it's about!"

Hilly reached out again, this time taking a twist of Skeeter's hair and pulling it up to her face as she stepped in close. "There's no shame in it, Skeeter. You got a bit hung up on it, but we all knew better than to take our chances with boys when it came to those needs. But then we left college and got husbands and you were all alone." She pulled Skeeter's hair between her teeth, the picture of desire. "Just once more than, Skeeter. For a friend."

Skeeter pushed her away, but it was barely half-hearted. Hilly rocked back on her heels and then took Skeeter's outstretched hands, moving them to her breasts. Skeeter couldn't stop her fingers from curling; even through her housedress, Hilly's breasts were stunning, warm and soft. Maternity had made them even curvier than Skeeter had remembered. She squeezed, hard, and Hilly made a little grimace of pain.

"You always did play so rough," Hilly said with a giggle, batting Skeeter's hands away. "C'mon. The guest bedroom. My dear husband will never notice."

Skeeter allowed herself to be led along in a daze. This wasn't happening. She couldn't have a... athingfor Hilly Holbrook. Hilly was a friend, not even a very good friend, and all they'd done back in college was fool around, nothing serious. Skeeter hadn't even orgasmed ever. She'd had to do that herself, back in bed, thinking of Hilly and her luscious lips and her curvy hips and those breasts, those breasts she'd just loved to suck at, and Skeeter was the best at it...

A shiver ran through her. She wanted this. She wanted this more than she'd ever wanted a boy, or a girl for that matter. Hilly's cool prowess justdidsomething to her, made her want to be please her, to win her praise.

In a flash, they were at the bed.

"Oh, Skeeter, these clothes you wear." Hilly tutted as she unzipped Skeeter. "A good outfit should improve upon perfection, but this mannish nonsense... honestly, it'll be so much more stylish at the side of our bed, don't you think?"

"Yeah, Hilly. Sure." Skeeter shivered. It seemed like Hilly palmed every inch of her trim ass as she took the pantyhose.

Hilly helped Skeeter down to the bed. Naked, Skeeter was spread across the sheets. Her flesh seemed to be in a constant state ofwant. Every inch of Hilly's skin she saw needed to be touched, licked, bitten, tasted. Hilly wiggling out of her housedress, leaving just a brassiere and stockings for Skeeter's feverish imagination to work at, meant more skin, which made Skeeter want her more. It approached the level of need.

"What do you think?" Hilly asked, striking a pin-up pose. Skeeter felt herselftwist. "Do you have an exercise regiment? They do wonders. I just push little Billy around in his stroller after the sun has set and look. You can hardly tell I'm even a first-time mother. William doesn't appreciate it." Her face scrunched up sadly. "Do you?"

"You look magnificent," Skeeter said, not even lying.

"Thank you, darling. See? You can be civil." She got down on her knees, coyly opening up Skeeter's thigh. "Oh! You're wet enough to swim in you. Let me lick that up."

Skeeter shivered deliciously as Hilly gave her a dainty lick. Hilly had never been one for truly passionate sex—sweaty, debauched, wild. She fastidiously doused every pink inch of Skeeter's pussy with her tongue, enjoying how the tiniest effort sent Skeeter off. Not a hair was out of place by the time she'd reduced Skeeter to a quivering wreck, only concerned with orgasm. Hilly stood to survey her work.

"You bitch," Skeeter moaned. It was all she could manage not to masturbate herself with both hands, but she couldn't even contemplate going without more of Hilly.

"Such a guttermouth, Skeeter. It shows low character. Now do you see why I despair of you ever becoming a lady?" One eyebrow smugly raised, Hilly removed her brassiere. Skeeter nearly licked her chops at the sight of those plump breasts swinging free. "Not that you want to be a lady, my little dyke friend. You want to be one of those Manhattan dykes, going into smoky clubs and corrupting young ladies with rubber pricks. I know, I've read about it in paperbacks."

Skeeter couldn't help but needle. "Do the young ladies have rubber pricks or am I using rubber pricks to corrupt them?"

"That's right, Skeeter, treat everything like a joke. You'd be so charming if you could just shut that mouth of yours every now and then. Shall I shut it for you? Would that be right, as your friend?"

"Go ahead, Hilly," Skeeter dared her. "Shut me up."

Hilly sat down at the foot of the bed, her side to Skeeter, and favored her with a glance as she removed her panties. She moved to unhook her garters, but Skeeter told her not to. Now Hilly looked like the girls had found in her brother's good-girl art, the one she'd never reported, but waited until she'd been all alone on a long day, to retrieve them from their hiding place and page through them, eyes poring over the cheesecake, the scandalized embarrassment at being caught in the nude that never seemed quite so embarrassed. Christ, how long had she wanted this?

Crawling onto the bed proper, her breasts jiggling with each four-footed motion, Hilly pressed Skeeter down and mounted her, inverted. Skeeter could see those garters up close, growing over Hilly's firm thighs like ivy on marble. Her head came up and Hilly's went down. But Skeeter kissed Hilly's belly, tasting the heat of the Southern day in her sweat, lips brushing against the stretch marks that clung invisibly to Hilly's contours. For all her lust, she still hesitated to actually put her mouth on Hilly's womanhood, even as Hilly's tongue was sucked into her sex.

With a little 'hmpf' of exasperation, like a mother bemoaning how she had to do everything herself, Hilly grabbed Skeeter's messy hair in either hand and drew her head up to her waiting slit. Skeeter had her first taste of pussy, and it wasn't at all what she'd feared, some magic potion to turn her into a sex-starved lunatic. True, she wanted more, but that had more to do with the elegant little moan Hilly released like a gift upon the world.

Skeeter didn't like it. She wanted Hilly to moan and scream and lust like a goddamn woman. She wanted every hair out of place, every pore sweating, every bit of make-up smeared. She wanted to fuck her.

Tongue sliding into Hilly's wanting sex, Skeeter remembered there was a word for what they were doing. Sixty-nine. So esoteric, so very Manhattan. They humped together, grinding away like two wheels on the same bicycle. Skeeter's breasts stroked Hilly's soft belly. Her ass, too flat and boyish for a man's interest, pumped as she worked her cunt over Hilly's face. She imagined she could feel the pricks of Hilly's long, luscious eyelashes against her pussy. When her tongue flashed against Hilly's sex (thattaste, so strong, so sweet) Hilly writhed under her, legs moving in slow, soft pistons, just starting to yield to the same desire that was animating Skeeter's limbs like a gallon of espresso.

Hilly tilted her head back. If Skeeter could see her face, she'd be disappointed. Her lips faintly glistened with Skeeter's juices, but her make-up hadn't dared move. She stared at Skeeter's cunt, clenching and creaming, as Skeeter worked voraciously at Hilly's.

"My, my, aren't you just ambitious? You'd fit right in with the New York dykes, rubber prick or not. Are you this way with your negress friends? Do they get you so hot with their jungle lovemaking? Or is it just me? Am I the only one who does this to you? How flatter—"

Skeeter was holding Hilly's pussy open with one hand. The other she pushed between the smoothly rounded mounds of Hilly's rump to ground a finger against Hilly's asshole.

"Eek!" Hilly cried, feeling herself being stretched. "No! What're you..."

Skeeter pressed her middle finger hard into Hilly, sinking it quickly to the first knuckle. Hilly's loud protest turned suddenly into silent domination, her beautiful face contorted by the ecstasy tormenting her. The tight muscles of her anus gave way and Skeeter fucked her finger in with all the aggression of a man, finding Hilly's ass tighter than her pussy ever had been.

Hilly could barely feel Skeeter's tongue in her pussy, even as Skeeter turned ravenous with her sudden power. There was nothing more vivid to her than Skeeter's finger in her asshole. She tightened her ass, trying to ward off the invasion, but there'd be no Berlin Wall in her future. Skeeter had her as surely as Khrushchev had Cuba.

She wasn't even sure she'd have it any other way. She fantasized about Richard penetrating her there, not that she'd ever admit something so filthy, but a finger—it seemed so much more manageable, and it wasn't as if this were any more perverse than two women. Really, it was open-minded of her to let Skeeter seduce her so, the poor thing, so confused. Probably had a bad relationship with a man, one of those animals that left a woman little more than asexual, and she'd turned to ladies because it was the only thing she could muster up the energy for. No wonder she was so fond of the negros; it wasn't as if she had children to dote on.

So Hilly didn't struggle very hard as Skeeter applied more and more pressure. She yelped, excitedly, and shivered as she was probed. She imagined she could reach back and hold herself open, really make it easy for Skeeter, but she was still a daughter of the Confederacy and some things were beneath her dignity, even when she was indulging the unnatural desires of a friend.

"Take your finger out of my backside!" Hilly insisted. She was a good girl, after all. But she made sure there was no force in her voice, just so Skeeter didn't get the wrong idea. "Of all the ungrateful—How dare you! The tactlessness of it!"

Skeeter's finger had slipped into the crushing heat of her asshole. She felt it slowly moving deeper. A squeal vibrated its way from the deepest hollow of Hilly's throat. Her mouth still laved to Hilly's cunt, Skeeter finger-fucked Hilly's ass. The other woman had no choice but to press her face more firmly against Skeeter's pussy, peppering it with almost hypocritically light kisses whilst twisting her hips in ecstasy.

With a laugh, Skeeter plunged her finger in and out of Hilly's ass. The sudden friction overtook Hilly like a train racing a bicycle. She whimpered at the burning pleasure, shrieking out with mock-pain. "Would you relax? Goddamned freak, take it easy one moment! Let me get used to that oversized finger of yours in my ass!"

Skeeter laughed louder. "Make me come and I'll think about it," she bargained, observing with a journalistic eye how Hilly's asshole gripped her finger. Wouldn't her readers love a story like this? Scandal and a splash of sex.

Hilly groaned deep in her throat, but couldn't defy the animalistic urges pushing her ladyhood to the side. She bit down on Skeeter's clit to drag her teeth over it. The hardness of her teeth and the softness of her tongue summed up Hilly perfectly to Skeeter. Caught between sugar and spice, she came. And added another finger to the abuse Hilly's ass was taking.

Anger and delight mixed together in Hilly's voice as she arched her back, feeding her pussy to Skeeter's hungry mouth, and Skeeter clamped her thighs around Hilly's head, legs crossing over her frizzled hair.

Already, Hilly's pain was lessening, letting in pleasure enough to stain her forever. The thought pounded in her mind like her heart slammed against her ribs. She was worse than Celia, worse than that fool Johnny who'd taken up with her. Whatever depraved antics they got up to in their crummy little place—the girl on top, or even on all fours like a bitch in heat—could any of them enjoy being degraded so? She was perverted to feel this way, but she hadn't an ounce of care for it! All she wanted was for Skeeter to keep going!

Openly convulsing, her head flailing so as to spill Skeeter's juices across her cheeks, and her face screwed up into an animalistic mask as she took Skeeter's pleasure from both sides, Hilly made one last appeal for her virtue. "I can't take it! Skeeter, you must—no, don't stop—slow down, hon, that's enough, please, stop, no—I'm coming! Fuck me, you dyke bitch, fuck away!"

A third finger finished her off. Skeeter felt Hilly's folds suck at her tongue like a French kiss as the woman climaxed. Her whole body throbbed, jerking as if to the time of a metronome, centered around the unmentionable areas that Skeeter was assaulting. Hilly came for what must've been a minute, and Skeeter wished she had timed it.

"I can't stand it!" Hilly screamed, vibrating spastically like she was riding a bucking bronco. "It's too much! Too—" Skeeter pulled her fingers out then, and that really was too much for her. Hilly felt herself plateau, her orgasm pinning her down and not letting up, no longer cresting and falling like the tide but drowning her like a tidal wave. With an impossible sensation, she felt her pleasurego, a liquid feeling, an explosion. "—much..."

Skeeter watched with wide eyes as Hilly went off like a lawn sprinkler. The fluid-warm, clear, sweet-smelling but in a strangely artificial way, like Pine-Sol—gushed over Skeeter's face and played further havoc with her hair. Working on autopilot, the reporter milked Hilly dry and filled herself to satiation. Just like Hilly, the taste was sweet, but more so—sickly sweet. Still, Skeeter couldn't get enough of it. It was like proof of her victory. When Hilly rolled off Skeeter and almost flopped off the bed, it was a cry for mercy.

Hilly lay in a puddle with pretensions of elegance, her body language somehow still summoning up an idea of Cleopatra in the time of the Pharaohs, with her legs spread, her lips parted, her body swollen and redden and used. "You bamboozled me," she said, turning to face Skeeter.

"How did I trick you? You came onto me." Skeeter faced her as well, sitting up so they weren't stuck talking to each others' ankles. Perched on her hip, Skeeter hovered over Hilly like a schoolboy leaning over his girlfriend at the lockers. "And how was I?" she pressed, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.

"You know full well how you were and it doesn't excuse you. You're as much as a hustler as any card shark." Hilly tried to glare at Skeeter, but she felt too good to make it stick. Laying her head back, Hilly felt another shiver go through her. The cool air on her cunt—magnificent! "I simply won't forgive you for months and months."

"I thought you were never going to forgive me," Skeeter replied, referring to earlier business. They were making progress. She patted Hilly's belly. It was still moist. "And I thought girls fooling around didn't count."

"When we fool around like that, it does. How could you take advantage of me like that? I'm your friend. You might as well have tied me down."

"Maybe next time."

Hilly huffed. Skeeter was already in motion, pulling herself up, grabbing for her clothes. Orgasms always reinvigorated her with energy. Apparently, Hilly was the opposite way.

"I'm glad we had this talk," Skeeter teased, leaning down to kiss Hilly's forehead. The other woman huffed harder.




The Help: Unnatural Thoughts



"I suppose, Eugenia, that you can retake your position at the newsletter if you like. Millie is doing an awful job, you realize. And if you do decide to return, I'll see to it you don't have to print anything that upsets your high moral standards."

Skeeter smiled inwardly. She knew that deep down—deep, deep down—Hilly had a heart.

"And Skeeter?" Hilly called, lolling about the bed to face Skeeter's retreat. "Next time you visit, bring me one of those rubber pricks."



The Helper



An Introduction to this episode; As we know from the start this story has connected in plot. The first covered Erotic Couplings as the second covered Group Sex. This story covers a few more but I will keep it in group sex because that is the majority of it. I will let you read further and enjoy. This is one of those stories you wish you had an automatic scroll Smiles. 


The Helper

I was working for a very steady customer, one whom had been with me from the start of my business. She had a very large house and I guessed from her lavish taste of artwork and furniture that she had plenty of money.

I treated her like gold since she was my best customer when it came to money. Maybe I was kissing ass, but sometimes that is needed to acquire business. Mrs. Aklindimin or Mrs. A as I called her looked very good for her age; at 48 she had a very fit frame with long legs and a nice shapely ass.

Her breasts were not large but very perky. I had undressed her plenty of times in my mind when she came to overlook some of my work. 

As far as ass kissing goes I would not hesitate to brush my lips against her tight ass.

She had me working on a bedroom adding a few outlets and adding a connection for a computer which was going to be used by her niece who was coming to visit for the summer while school was out.

By the end of the day I was almost done and told her I would come to finish up tomorrow, she offered me a beer and we sat in the kitchen talking. I heard a knock on the door and as Mrs. A opened it I saw Sabrina, she was 19 and had a small frame with a very small tight ass. Her hair was tied in pig tails and had a school girl look about her. 

This is my niece John, she is going to stay the summer here while she is in between semesters. She smiled at me after Mrs. A introduced us. Sabrina wants to be a civil engineer one day and she has 2 years left of college.

I finished my beer and said good bye as I had to get home and check the computer e-mail for up coming jobs. As I got home I listened to the answering machine and checked my mail for incoming work, I had three jobs lined up for next week.

The next afternoon I returned to finish up what I started at Mrs. A's. I gave her my bill and she paid me well as always. Sabrina came in from outside looking sad; she had been out job hunting and could not find anything in her line of work.

Do you know how to draw landscape plans Sabrina, I asked? I have an outside landscaping job and I will need someone to design the layout. I also could use a helper for some of my other jobs coming up, its hard work but you look like you might be able to handle it.

She thought for a minute and agreed saying that she needed some money to repair her car before school started. I think I would like to do this Aunt Sarah; this will keep me busy this summer.

Good I'll come by here in the morning and we'll go to the first job so you will know what to do for drawing up this landscape. I'll pick you up every morning and drive you home. 

We met with the landowner and Sabrina took notes of their needs and also made some helpful suggestions on what would or would not be possible. I left her in the yard as I looked inside at what they wanted done. I drove Sabrina back home where she could work on her plans as I was going to organize and make calls for materials needed for inside.

The next morning I drove up to pick up Sabrina, she was on the porch drinking some coffee and relaxing on a fold up chair, I went inside to get myself a cup and grabbed a nice sugary doughnut that was set out.

Sabrina showed me her plans and told me what was needed to be done in order for this to work out easiest for us. She had done some landscaping before college and had an idea about how to develop her design.

That week we worked well together outside, we called a contractor to move some of the bigger amounts of landscape and we watched from the side. It was a hot day and she wore tight denim skirt and a tight shirt which showed her every curve, she looked very sexy and I had some ideas of getting closer to her than a working relationship.

We went inside to make a small repair, I had forgotten my ladder and told her we needed to get it to reach where we needed to fix. She suggested that if she climbed up on my shoulders she could make the repair and we could get it done quicker. I agreed and she climbed up on my shoulders and I held her soft legs as they wrapped around my shoulders.

She made the repair quickly and then pulled herself upward and turned around, I could smell her scent between her legs and she held my head caressing my hair, looking up I smiled at her. She lifted her skirt up and my lips made contact with her soft panties which were very moist.

I knew what she wanted and pulled her panty inseam to the side, my tongue licked her smooth lips as I tasted the wetness on them. She tasted good as my tongue teased her hard clit then slipped deep inside; my fingers squeezed her tight ass firmly.

She held my head tight against her pussy and moved it back and forth as my tongue slid in deep. She moaned softy as she fucked her pussy with my tongue, and as she came I sucked her sweet juices as they squirted out hard. Oh yes John I have wanted that for days, your tongue made me feel so good. When we finish here, I want some more of your hot tongue John.

We packed up the van and called the landowner to tell them we had to do some work in the shop. As I drove back Sabrina moved close to me and rubbed my cock while I drove, her eyes widened as she saw the bulge pressing against my jeans. I pulled into my driveway and pulled her close to me giving her a deep wet kiss, let's go inside and get more comfortable I said.

As we got inside I gave her a warm hug, her hands moved down and unsnapped my jeans, and she pulled them down and let me step out of them.

I felt her hands pulling my shirt up, I grabbed it and pulled it over my head as she rubbed my chest slowly. I sat down on the couch as she slowly pulled her shirt up over her head, her breasts were small and had a rose tattoo set between them.

She unsnapped her skirt with a smile on her face and pulled it with her panty's down quickly. Her pussy was shaven smooth with a small tuft of hair above. She took her fingers and rubbed her pussy as she knelt down. She spread my legs as she took my cock with one hand, rubbing the head with her thumb and running her tongue around it. She slowly took half of it in her mouth, sucking it slowly up and down while her hand stroked the rest of it.

I was in total pleasure as she sucked my hard cock, I could feel her tongue wrap around my cock as she went down on it. I was soon close to my climax, I told her I was very close and a big smile came to her lips.

Yes John I want to taste your hot cum, she moaned. Her mouth moved faster on my cock as so did her hand, she seemed to go down deeper almost taking the whole length down her throat. As she came up she looked at me and moaned, let me taste your hot cum. Then slowly took the whole length down and came back up.

I came hard as she did this, and watched her suck me clean and lick off every drop of cum from my cock. Her tongue licked her lips to get the rest, and then she took her wet finger from her pussy and let me suck it. I got up and took her by the hand; I think you will like my shower come with me. The shower is a large walk in with a showerhead on each wall,all at different levels and each with its own set of valves.

Ohhh I think I am going to like this she said grinning. We turned them all on and I turned the waist high one to pulse. She moved close to it and moaned as it massaged her pussy with warm water.

I moved behind her and pressed my cock against her pussy from behind,with one slow push I filled her tight pussy with my hard cock. I could feel her squeeze hard on it as I fucked her slowly, I slapped her ass in between stokes.

Ohhh gawd yes fuck me hard, she moaned. Fill my pussy with your big cock; I want to feel all of it inside me. Her soft moans turned to loud screams as she came all over my cock, she hung on to the showerhead and steered it to her clit to prolong her climax.

I spread her cheeks to expose her tight little rosebud, I rubbed my thumb across it as I kept my hard cock inside her. I reached for some lube on the shelf and dripped some on her ass; she tensed up as I slid one finger in. I could feel her tighten on my finger then relax, I slid another in as she relaxed and matched the slow strokes of my cock.

Dripping more lube on her tight hole I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy, I pressed it against her ass and told her to relax and I would go slow. I felt her pressing back against my cock as I pushed it slowly inside her tight ass; soon she relaxed and had all of it inside. I fucked her tight ass slowly as she fingered her pussy; her orgasm came very quickly and lasted several minutes. I pulled my cock out slowly as I felt her finish cumming; I took the soap and washed my cock stroking it in front of her.

Ohhh John let me do that she said softly, her hands stroked my soapy cock and squeezed hard as they passed the head. She rinsed the soap all off my cock and balls, and took my cock in her lips again sucking it deep. Her fingers caressed my balls as she gave me head, she soon knew I was ready to cumm again; this time much harder.

I came very hard feeling her swallowing every bit of my cumm, just as I started I felt her slip her long finger inside my ass and pull it out quickly as I finished cumming. I held her close, you're the best helper I have ever had I said with a smile.

We dressed and ordered take out, our dinner was quick and we spent some time planning the job. I told her that when we were at the job site she was going to have to keep her mind on the job and not on fucking, we can address that after we finish I told her. She smiled brightly at that comment.

The next few weeks went very well, I bought her a cell phone for her to use, and I had decided to let her do some of the landscape design jobs on her own. One morning Tammy called and said she had some work for me; she wanted outside and inside of her deck landscaped. I told her of Sabrina and how good of a helper she was, and that we would both come over today to see what she wanted done.

I picked Sabrina up and told her what we were going to do today, she brought her laptop to make the design easier. I introduced her to Tammy and we went to see what we could do. Sabrina was impressed by the deck and tub and started to lay out some ideas for outside. The plans called for some planting boxes to run down the outside of the steps and a nice border of flowers around the edge.

I told her I was going to my shop to make the boxes and that she could start planting the outside rim with what Tammy had bought. I would return in a few hours to install the boxes. I left and went to work in my shop and knew Sabrina would take good care of Tammy's needs.

Sabrina worked very hard and did a wonderful job laying out the floral display; she was watering it while Tammy came down the deck stairs.

She showed her what she needed to do to keep them in perfect growing condition, and then used the hose to rinse off her hands and knees.

Would you like to use my shower Sabrina, asked Tammy? After that you can join me for a little vegetable snack I have made for us. She led her to the bathroom and gave her a towel, if you need anything else give me a yell she said smiling.

Sabrina jumped in the shower and soaped herself up, she like to play in the shower and soon her nipples were very hard from the stimulation of her soapy fingers. As she came out and dried off she found a new set of clothes sitting there. She wrapped a towel around her and called for Tammy to ask her where hers went to.

I thought I would throw them in the wash since they were a little dirty, and I have quite a few outfits in my room since I am a model she said smiling. I have others if you don't like what's there. Tammy closed the door so she could dress.

Sabrina put on the shorts and tube top, the spandex hugged her curves well, and she looked in the mirror admiring her new outfit. A smile came to her face as she thought; I look very hot in this. She came out and thanked Tammy who was setting up a table on the deck for their lunch break.

Oh that fits you very well Sabrina, turn around and let me see. Tammy looked at her sexy curves as she turned slowly, her eyes fixed on Sabrina's cute little ass. Mmmm she thought, maybe I'll call Pammy and we can have a little fun with her after lunch. 

She got her cell phone and called Pam, hey girlfriend come over and join me for lunch, John's helper is here and she did a wonderful job around my deck. She is a little hottie and maybe we could have some fun with her in the tub. She put the phone down and went back out to the deck, I have a friend of mine coming over to join us for lunch. You will like her she also model's with me.

Pam came over quickly and joined them for lunch, Sabrina was a little worried about not putting in a full days work. Pam assured her that John would not mind and he wasn't here now anyway. They sat on the deck and did some girl talk, Sabrina was beginning to loosen up and enjoy being there. You know I would like to relax in the tub Tammy would you and Sabrina like to join me and continue our girl talk there?

Well I do not have my bathing suit with me, unless Tammy has one inside I can borrow. She looked at Tammy who nodded her head and brought her and Pam inside, they looked through all of the different bikinis and Tammy handed her a very skimpy thong. 

It's all I have for your size dear, try it on and see how you like it. You can go behind the panel to change, but hey we're all girls here and your not gonna shock me.

Sabrina took off her tube top and put the bikini top on, it held her breasts perfect and part of the rose was visible. She pushed the tight spandex shorts down and her panty's and put on the sheer thong adjusting it for comfort. She turned around slowly in front of them smiling, well how do I look?

You look hot Sabrina that one fits you perfect, in fact call it a gift from me said Tammy. They all changed and did a little show off in front of each other; Sabrina was beginning to get a little turned on looking at them. They headed back to the deck to relax in the tub, each finding a nice corner to sit in and get massaged by the bubbles.

Pam loosened her top and tossed it to the deck floor, Tammy followed suit and commented on how nice the water felt on her breasts. Sabrina was feeling bold and also removed hers, and felt the warm water sooth them. Tammy and Pam started a small splash game, moving closer to each other. Sabrina was beginning to get very turned on having a wonderful feeling between her legs.

The two splashed each other and Pam began to hide behind Sabrina, she moved closer pushing her between Tammy and herself. Tammy opened her arms and hugged them both, mmmmmm now I got you she said grinning. 

Sabrina could feel Tammy's breasts pressing against hers; she looked at her knowing this was not accidental. Pam pressed her breasts against her back; sabrina could feel her nipples harden as she was soon sandwiched between them.

She had been with other women in college and loved it at times, she brought her lips to kiss Tammy and wrapped her arms around her and caress her back. She felt Pam's hands untying her thong, her hands brushed softly between her legs which parted with the first touch. Sabrina moaned deeply into Tammy's mouth as their tongues danced with each other, she could feel Pam's hands caressing her bottom softly.

Pam moved next to Tammy and motioned to Sabrina to come to the other side; they kissed together and kissed down her neck and chest. They both licked and sucked on Tammy's hard nipples, she had leaned back to enjoy the treat.

As Sabrina's tongue teased Tammy's breasts, Pam had laid Tammy on the edge of the tub and climbed between her legs. Her tongue licked up and down Tammy's pussy while her fingers fucked her slowly. The two of them had her cumming quickly and Pam pulled her wet fingers out and brought them to her mouth, she offered them to Sabrina who quickly sucked them into her lips and tasted the sweet juices. A smile came to her lips as Pam pushed her fingers in and out of her lips.

Lets get out and take this inside shall we, said Tammy. They dried each other off kissing and playing and walked to the living room. Pam had stopped in the kitchen to get some chocolate syrup. Sabrina sat down first on the couch while Tammy cuddled close and licked her nipples to hardness.

You have such nice tits Sabrina; I love how your nipples get so hard when I lick them. Pam squirted some chocolate syrup on both her breasts and they both licked them all over, and then kissed each other deeply sharing the chocolate. Sabrina took the syrup and squeezed a long line from her breasts to her pussy; she coated her lips and small tuft of hair with the syrup.

Tammy and Pam looked at her smiling, gave her push down on her back and each kissed and licked down the line. Sabrina moaned softly as their tongues licked her tuft of hair clean and each of them licking up and down her smooth lips. Pam moved above her head and lowered herself down to Sabrina's tongue, she squealed as she felt it tease her clit.

Sabrina's hips were thrusting upward as she fucked Tammy's tongue, oh gawd yes I am gonna cummmm.

Tammy's fingers were busy in her own pussy as she was getting close too, Ohhhhhh girls lets all cummmm together said Pam. They all reached orgasm together; Sabrina's cum dripped down her legs while Tammy licked her clean, while Pam kissed and licked Sabrina's mouth sharing her cumm. They pulled Tammy up close and all three licked and sucked her fingers clean.

I think we need to take a shower and clean us up before John gets here, said Tammy. It's not big enough for all of us but two can fit and someone can watch she said grinning. She led them to the shower and turned it on to warm it all up. Who is going to be first asked Tammy?

Pam took Sabrina by the hand and pulled her inside the shower, they left the door open so Tammy could watch and also watch Tammy as her fingers did their magic.

She took the shampoo and washed Sabrina's hair then rinsing it off slowly she took the loofa sponge and put some moisturizing soap on it washing the front of her.

She turned her around and washed down her back, kneeling she washed between her sexy legs and pussy. She then pulled the sponge across her lips then up between the crack of her ass, she heard Sabrina moan softly as it made contact.

Tammy wanted to get involved and moved in front, her lips brushed against Sabrina's pussy while Pam kissed all over the cheeks. She spread them wide and licked her tight hole teasing it. They each tongue fucked Sabrina as she screamed with lust, ohhhh gawd here I cumm again.

She held Tammy's head tightly against her pussy as she came hard in Tammy's mouth. After she finished cumming her legs were very weak and had to sit down. You girls certainly know how to make me cumm good she said smiling.

She sat and watched Tammy soap Pam all over, after she rinsed off all the soap she licked her hard nipples. She softly bit them with her lips as her hand rubbed Pam's clit. She slid her two fingers inside and fucked her hard, Pam squealed with delight as she came all over Tammy's hand. She quickly pulled her up and licked her fingers with Tammy. They settled back in Tammy's bedroom playing dress up, modeling for each other. Sabrina had so much fun doing this.

I finally finished what I was working on and packed them in the truck. I had a plan on how they were to be put up so when I got there I wasted no time and got them all nailed up in the proper place. I made plenty of noise with my nail gun and thought that Sabrina would come out to help me. Thinking again though, I knew who she was with and did see Pam's car in front; so I figured she was partying with them. Soon they all came out on the deck to greet me; they all were dressed in very sexy outfits which was quite a turn on.




The Helper



"Like it?" Debbie said as she closed the bedroom door and entered the living room. She was wearing only her gold ankle bracelet and her red negligee. I felt her lovers huge cock grow inside my mouth as I sucked him hard. She proceeded over to the couch, pulled my head off his cock and sat on his huge pole.

Debbie and I had talked about this scene for quite awhile. We both wanted it, but like many fantasies we weren't sure if the reality would be better or worse than the fantasy. I had placed an ad on the Internet for a well-hung black male and had received a ton of replies. Many sent pictures and Debbie and I had looked at them and read all the replies until we settled on one guy that lived about two hours away.

My role was to be "the helper" and that meant just what the name implied. I was there to help Debbie in any way she desired. Debbie had me practicing sucking a strap on dildo she bought a few weeks earlier so I would be ready for her date. She had helped me out and told me my technique was near perfect.

"Lick my ass," She said, as she rode his massive cock up and down.

I buried my tongue deep in her ass and licked furiously until I could hear her moaning and approaching orgasm. She bucked wildly on his cock screaming until I felt her shudder and her ass cheeks clenched together and she came. She dismounted her lover and said, "Suck him."

I immediately went to work on his magnificent cock, which hadn't cum yet. I sucked him as Debbie licked his balls and fed his cock into my mouth. I felt him bucking harder and harder, Debbie pulled my head off his cock again and mounted him. Again, she rode him harder and harder. "Lick his balls," she said, as I went to work between his legs licking his balls. I felt his balls tense up as he shot his load into her, she screamed with her second orgasm of the night.

Debbie had always said she was a doer, that she like to do things and wasn't good at fantasizing about them. I on the other hand was great at fantasizing. I shared my fantasy with her and she said it sounded like a lot of fun and we should explore it. As I knelt there between his legs licking his balls, I could never have imagined it would be this much fun.

Debbie got up, looked at me, and grinned. "You know what to do." It was not an order as much as an expectation. Slowly I began to clean his cock with my tongue as she went into the bathroom. Soon I heard the water running in the bathtub. Once I was finished cleaning her lovers cock, I got up and proceeded to the bathroom. 

Debbie greeted me with a big wet kiss. "Isn't he gorgeous?" She said, as I added bubble bath to the tub. "Yes he is." My cock was raging hard as she reached down and stroked me a few times. "We'll have to take care of this later, but right now, we want to take a bath." I kissed her again and went back into the living room.

"Your and Debbie's bath is ready." I said to her lover. Kevin got up and strolled across the room. He was about six foot three and weighed about 250 pounds of solid muscle. His cock swaying between his legs. They both got in the huge marble tub as Debbie lay her head back against his chest. 

As if it was rehearsed already, I picked up a soft cloth and began to bathe them. My hands running over Debbie's beautiful breasts I worked my hand lower and lower until I heard her sigh as I reached between her legs. As I ran the washcloth between her legs, I felt Kevin's cock growing hard again. I worked the washcloth back up and washed Kevin's chest and shoulders. Debbie turned and kissed him, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth. His cock sprang up through the soapy water and before I knew it, Debbie was on all fours in the tub as he rode her from behind.

As Kevin pounded her from behind, I ran the washcloth over her breasts and nipples and squeezed them tightly. This threw Debbie into a frenzy as she bucked wildly against Kevin. She screamed as she reached orgasm, quivering against Kevin's cock. Kevin pumped into her a few more times and then as if in a porn movie, pulled his cock out and shot a huge load all over her backside.

"Clean it up."

I followed his direction and began licking Debbie's back side, cleaning the cum off her. Kevin stood up in the tub, his huge cock hanging limp. 

"Now me," he said, as he smiled down at Debbie.

I took his cock in my mouth and licked him clean as he fucked my face he was becoming hard again. Before I knew what was happening, he was fully erect and pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face. Debbie smiled at me and began to lick the cum off my face as she kissed me wildly.

After they were both clean, I dried them off with soft warm towels and they made their way to the bed. I powdered each one of them up and massaged them both gently until he was fast asleep and she was well on her way. Before finally drifting off, Debbie took my cock in her hand and stroked it gently. I was so hard and excited I almost exploded. "You were a good helper," she said, watching my cum shoot all over her breasts. "Clean me up and let me get some rest, and we'll be ready for round two shortly."



The Helper



I wrote of some of my bi experiences that have happened in the past in "My first guy"; "Business trip" and "Field trip to a bathhouse" This story brings my life up to date. It is a true story that happened a couple weeks ago. I truly hope you enjoyed. 

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Twenty-eight years old becomes forty-two in a blink of a eye. It had been fourteen years since Mike had reopened the floodgates of my thirst for men. It helped getting a few promotions at my employment. I was able to move my family from our sleepy little town to bigger cities where men were more available. Buffalo NY, Miami/Ft Lauderdale FL, Boston MA, were among my companies transfers over a ten year span. In all those cities I had a lot of occasions for me to fuck around with men, thanks to the internet. Through surfing the web, I was able to hook up with men on adult sites, find gay bars and check out bathhouses. 

The last transfer brought me to Columbus, Ohio. Things were going well until the economy finally caught up with my employer. Nine months after walking through the door of my new office, I was locking that door for the last time and depositing my severance check into the bank. It didn't take me long to see that thirty-two percent of my wages on unemployment insurance wasn't going to keep my wife and I in the lifestyle that we were used to. 

I called a friend who was running a office for a nation wide home improvement company (I had got him the job fifteen years ago), pulled my construction equipment out of retirement, and for the first time in 18 years I was installing vinyl siding again.

I started off on small jobs to get my feet wet but was soon taking on more challenging jobs. I was soon busy enough that I needed a helper to make the jobs go faster. I found out quickly that even in a recession, good help was hard to find. I went through four helpers in 6 months.

After finishing a job and firing helper # 4, I decided to stop by a quiet little gay bar in down town. I went to the men's room and came across the announcement board. Next to the out of date party announcements and rooms for rent ads was this note:

"21 year old OSU student looking for summer work". 

I thought about it for a minute. If I was to hire a helper from the announcement board of a gay bar, the helper would know I was gay...or at least bi. Maybe it was the beers I just had, but I felt brave. I called the phone number attached..

After two rings a young mans voice answered. "Hello?"

"Hi" I said, "I saw your on note for employment at the bar. Are you still looking for work?"

"YES!" came a quick response, which was replaced with a more fearful voice when he asked, "What would I be doing?" 

"Have you ever done construction?"

"Mmm...not really, but I am willing to learn."

"Tell you what, if you have an hour or two, we can meet bar and chat."

"Sure...I'll be there in twenty minutes," and he hung up the phone.

Almost twenty minutes on the dot walked in a boy about 5'7, 120 lbs brown hair and hazel eyes. I would have thought he was still in high school if it went for the "barb wire" tattoo on his right bicep. He truly was a cute.

We chatted for awhile and with a new job starting the next day, I decided to give him a chance. 

"You're hired. You start tomorrow. I'll pick you up at your house at 7am."

"Cool" said the boy named Joey. I got his address and left. To say I was nervous was a understatement. This was truly hitting close to home. My wife had not met or even talked to my other helpers, so I thought I was safe.

Turns out my worries were groundless. For the next 3 weeks I worked with Joey. He was straight acting and was quite funny. Still, he was really raw on knowledge of construction. I even had to teach him how to read a tape measure. But Joey really was a quick learner. Every once in a while he would make a mistake but his cute little ass on a ladder and the puppy dog eyes as he would say "sorry" made it difficult to stay mad at him for long. During the job we would talk about many things, sports mostly. Finally I did get brave enough to ask him how he learned of the bar where he posted that note. 

"I used to go there with ...umm...a friend on Friday and Saturday nights," was his reply.

"I see. Well what happened to your 'friend'?" I asked.

Joey looked down then back up in my eyes and said, "He graduated and lives back in Minnesota now."

"Do you have any other 'friends' like that?"

Blushing a little now he said, "No. Not since he left."

He then asked me how I came about that bar, knowing that I was married. My mind raced for a minute. This was the closest I ever had to having my two little worlds crash. 

"I'm bi," I said. "No, my wife doesn't know and I would like to keep it that way, ok?"

He smiled and said, "Cool with me."

We worked quietly the rest of the day.

On week four, the company was sending us on a huge job 3 hours away from Columbus. That is way to much driving to do in a day so after checking with him to make sure it was okay, and I booked us in a low budget motel for five days. We drove to the job, worked till about 8pm then went and checked into the motel.

After checking in with my wife on the phone, I went back out, got us some food and a few beers while Joey stayed back and showered. I came back into the room to find Joey wrapped with a towel around his waist and on his cell talking to his mother. Looking at that young, almost naked body started to make my cock stir in my pant. He hung up the phone, we ate and drank a beer. It was my turn to shower now. As I soaped up my body my thought kept thinking of the boy outside the bathroom door. This made my cock rock hard. I tried to jack off, but I have never had much luck masturbating in the shower and after five minutes of trying, I gave up and turned the water to cold. 

Drying off, I wrapped the towel around my own waist and left the bathroom. I was surprised to see Joey had not put on any night clothing on and was still in his towel sitting on the bed and staring at me. This made my already semi hard cock more ridged all over again. The room was quiet as he had turned off the TV while I was in the shower. I looked back at him. He just sat back against the headboard the bed but his eyes never left me. Without really thinking about it, I walked over to him and sat at the foot of the bed he was on. We talked for a minute. I soon came aware that his foot was press against my hip. I place my hand on his foot and gave it a squeeze. He opened his legs up, setting his one foot on the floor and keeping one leg on the bed. 

Taking a deep breath, I lifted his leg and slid under it, then replaced the leg across my lap after I sat. For another moment we sat there. Then I leaned into him and we kissed. Slowly at first then our tongues really started to dance against each other. He slid down the bed and I laid on top of him a bit more. While we kissed I brought my hand down to his cock and felt his hardness through his towel. 

Opening the towel I saw a tasty six inch hard cock, completely shaved. I let my hand roam over the bald cock and balls as I went back to kissing him. He moaned into my mouth as I tugged on his cock gently. I felt his precum at the tip of his cock. Using my finger, I swirled the precum around his cock head and then up to my mouth for a taste. I then new my little man was ready. I started to kiss my way down his body stopping for a minute to nibble on both of his nipples. Spreading his legs out I licked my way around his shaft and then took his balls into my mouth. With every suck on his nuts, Joeys cock would hit me in the cheek and nose. He continued to moan. 

"Dude, you need to suck my cock...please," Joey said very quietly.

I smiled and took his cock into my mouth and started to suck him. His twenty-one year old shaft tasted so good. Every time I would feel him tense up I would stop sucking and hold his cock in my mouth (this is something I learned from my wife and would drive me nuts to). This would make him squirm and buck up trying to get me to restart the sucking again. 

After the third time of doing this I knew he was going to cum the moment I put my lips back on his cock so I lifted his legs and pushed them over his chest. I then saw his asshole and darted my tongue into the puckered little hole. This brought him to an continues moan. I lapped his ass for about five minute. It was very wet with my saliva. I then replaced my tongue with my right index finger and slowly slid it into his ass this really started to make him buck. With the finger now knuckle deep, I put my mouth back on his cock and start to suck him hard. As I thought, it wasn't thirty seconds later before he erupted his young cum into my mouth. I gobbled as much as I could but some did escape my mouth and landed on his balls. I took my finger out of his ass, and smeared the excess cum into his tight ass hole.

Now it was my turn. I walked over to my toilet kit and pulled out the KY jelly that I had stashed and applied it to my cock and his ass hole. I thought Joey might object but as I applied it to his asshole he wrapped his arms under his knees and rocked back giving me a full view of his anus. Now back on the bed, I put my cock at the tip off his hole and slowly entered him. It was the tightest fit I had ever had, man or woman. I took my time working it in little by little. When at the hilt, I stopped to let him relax for a minute and then started to rock into him back and forth. 

With his eyes closed, Joey moaned. His cock was starting to get hard again as I started to pick up the rhythm. Try as I might to hold off cumming ten minutes into fucking this tight ass, I came hard and filled his man pussy. Tired, I rolled off Joey. He started to jack himself off and a minute later came on his belly. I rolled back over and licked it off, not wanting to waste a drop.

We stayed that way, cuddled under the covers. I don't get a chance to often to actually "sleep" with another guy. It was a nice change of pace.

The rest of the week we would work our asses off during the day and fuck each other asses at night, not to mention the one rain day we had where we never even got dressed.

UPDATE: Three weeks after this story happened, my wife and I decided to move back to Michigan for economic reasons, where we already own a house. Joey got one hell of a letter of recommendation...



The Helper



It was 1100 am and service had finished up and my parents were talking to Mr. Michael Derrington. They had been friends for sometime now and had always chatted it up after church. I liked Mr. Derrington because he was always nice to me. 

When I was 14 years old he noticed that I was shy and low in confidence due to my skinny frame. He took me to a gym and taught me how to lift weights to add muscle to my frame. It was strange because he was a massive burly man at weighing 300 lbs. at 6'3" but he knew weights. 

I didn't know but he had been a competitive powerlifter and, while big, he was solid. And hairy.

That was four years ago and through hard work and desire I've managed to bulk up to 170 lbs. with 10% bodyfat on my 5'8" frame. Thanks to Mr. Derrington I've managed to have a lot of girls in school throw themselves at me but I couldn't get over my shyness. 

I had desires but couldn't go through with them. I had watched hours and hours of porn but it all started to run the same.

Kiss, blow job, sex, orgasm. I needed more but I was afraid my shyness would always handicap me. Until I discovered gay porn. I couldn't believe it but I was unbelievably turned on by the act of two men fucking. The large, thick peckers shining with cum and spit. And when that bulbous head made entry into the ass my orgasms were literally explosive. I was painting the ceiling in my room. I tried to deny it to myself and I would not talk about it to anyone.

My parents and Mr. Derrington came over. 

"Hi Mr. Derrington." I said as I shook his large, powerful hand. 

He always gave an extra firm handshake. As if he was trying to overpower me. I would always squeeze back with all my strength but it would make no difference.

"Hello Danny." He said with his bass-like, burly voice.

My Dad placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Mike said he had some yard work he would like some help with." He said.

"Sorry to bother you, what with this being the weekend of your 18th birthday and all." Mr. Derrington said. "But old injuries keep acting up and it's difficult to take care of some housework and what not. And don't worry I'll pay you well."

"It's not a problem Mr. Derrington and you don't have to pay me, I owe you lots." I replied.

"We can discuss it later." He said.

"Could you go over now, honey? You're Dad and I are going to go see your grandparents." My mom said.

"Sure."

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I had caught a ride with Mr. Derrington and we arrived at his modest home. Nothing spectacular but a nice home none the less. The front yard was manicured well but the backyard was a mess.

We walk into the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable." Mr. Derrington said.

I sat down and admired some of the trophies he had won in his career. Pictures and trophies revealed how strong this beast of a man is. It's intimidating and provoking thinking about the things he could do.

"I'm sorry but I should have told you that some help I need is actually lawn work but your overdressed." He said as he gives me a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top with the midriff cut off. "I hope you don't mind but you can wear this so your clothes won't make a mess.

I was a little surprised by the clothes. They seemed...revealing. But I owed him so much that I didn't want to seem ungrateful. 

I had gone into the restroom and changed. The tank top was fine. It showed my washboard stomach so I really wasn't going to complain. The shorts though...they were another matter.

The cut was extreme. It was almost as if I was wearing a denim thong. Just about my entire ass was showing and the front wasn't much kinder. My cock and balls would peek out from one side or the other if I didn't shift correctly. 

The strange thing was how sexy the clothes made me feel. If it wasn't the fact that Mr. Derrington was here though, I think I would jerk off right now.

I walked out. A little embarrased.

"Oh my. Not much left to the imagination I see." he said.

"Yeah." I replied. 

"I'm sorry Danny, I didn't realize how badly beaten up the clothes had been." He said. "I can just take you home for a change of clothes if you'd like."

"N...N...No. I'm okay." I stuttered.

"Um...you might want to tuck those boys back in." He said pointing at my manhood peeping through the right side of the shorts.

My face turns bright red.

"I'm so sorry!" I say.

"It's okay boy. Nothing I haven't seen before." He said, slightly comforting me.

He goes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Remember when I taught you about lifting weights and trained you at the gym?" He asks.

"Yeah." I respond.

"Just for old times sake, call me Sir okay?"

"Yes Sir." I say without hesitation.

"Good. No go kick some weed's asses." He says giving me a powerful SMACK on my mostly exposed cheeks.

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I had been out for almost an hour. On all fours. Pulling weed after weed. Mr. Derrington said he didn't have any tools and this would be good exercise for my hands and forearms. 

Sweat poured down my skin. My ass glossy and I continued to work on all fours. My balls exposing themselves. 

It felt as if Mr. Derrington had been watching me, but I couldn't me sure. 

"You look hot boy, here's a beer." He says while handing me the glass.

I get onto me knees and take the glass. "Are...Are you sure Sir?"

"It's fine boy. I won't tell if you don't." 

He stands next to me as I stay on all fours and drink the tall glass. 

I notice his cock is only inches away from my face as I look up at him. He's looking down at me, with a look in his eye's I'd never seen. 

A powerful warmth surges through my body as I also feel my heart beat faster. 

I continue to drink as I picture what would it be like to see Mr. Derrinton's cock. Would it be massive like him? I imagine getting fucked by him would be like being fucked by a wild animal. I'm sure his orgasm would rip right through me.

What? What am I thinking? 

I look down and see my firm, engorged member coming out of my shorts. It's a dark deep red as it try's to rip itself to freedom.

I put the glass down and stand up. Facing away from Mr. Derrington as I try to hide my shame.

"What's wrong boy?"

"Nothing Sir."

"Turn around." He commands.

"I'm okay Sir."

"I'm not asking boy, turn around." He growls.

My head down in shame, I face forward. My fully erect cock lifting my shorts and shamelessly showing itself to Mr. Derrington.

"I'm sorry Sir." I say.

"For what boy?"

"For this Sir." I say pointing to my cock.

"You mean this thing?" He says as he places a firm grasp on the shaft.

"Ahhhhh." I look up at him. I see a fire in his eyes. 

He begins to stroke it slowly, but still holding a vice like grip. 

"Nothing to be ashamed of boy. Might as well use what you've got." He says.

I try to pull away but his grip is too strong. It feels like I'd lose my manhood if I stepped away.

He strokes me a little faster. I bite my lower lip as pressure builds. Precum leaking out and acting as lube.

"You've got a nice little toy here boy." He says smiling.

"Thank you."

He gives my balls a light slap, a quick sharp pain causes me to flinch.

"Don't forget the respect."

"Sorry Sir."

"Unzip me boy."

I drop to my knees and slowly unzip his slacks. Instantly a massive horselike cock drops down and slaps against my face. It must've been a foot long and almost as thick as an aerosol can. 

"Be a good boy and get it nice and ready because today that glorious ass is mine."

My cock jumping at those words. My heart pounding. My thoughts going in every direction. 

What should I do? Do I run? Will it hurt? Do I stay? What about my parents? What's it going to taste like?

Before I know it Mr. Derrington rips off my tank top as he stands nude in front of me. 

As I'm still sorting the thoughts in my head I realize I've grabbed the monstrous member and begin to stroke it. I notice that I can't really wrap my hand entirely around it. I look at the throbbing head and begin to lick it like a lollipop. Salty precum fills my mouth as I now stroke the beast with two hands. 

"That's good boy." He grunts.

I feel his powerful hands on the back of my head and I feel him pull me closer. The massive head invades my mouth. Precum running down my throat. 

He doesn't stop and continues to push forward. Only a third of the way their and I can feel it push against the back of my throat. I gag and try to pull away but Mr. Derrington holds me in place and stops. I try to gasp for air through my lips.

"Through your nose boy." He softly tells me.

And finally I calm down. A soft moan as I feel his member rubbing all around my mouth.

I look up at him. Tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Are you ready for more boy?" He asks.

I smile. And nod. 

He continues the push slowly. For what feels like an hour. Until finally my nose presses against his pelvis and his balls are at my chin. It almost feels like the head is at the bit of my stomach. 

"God boy! Your mouth is so hot. How's your ass going to be?" He says.

He pulls out and grasping my hair he throws me onto my stomach.

He jumps behind me and rips my shorts in two. Exposing my virgin asshole.

He dives in nose first into my crack as he runs his tongue up my balls and into my hole.

"Ahhhhhhh!!" I moan. 

Long licks, interrupted by quick stabs. I was ready to cum right there.

Suddenly a phone is placed next to my face. It was on speaker. 

"Hello Mike?" 

It was my Dad!

"Yeah Tom. I just wanted to let you know we're going to be a while but Danny is doing a great job."

I could feel the thick, hard head pressing against my ass. I bite my lips hard as I reach for the phone to hang it up.

Mr. Derrington pins my arms down.

"Danny, your dad wants to talk to you."

"How's it going over there?"

"Uuum." I stop to breathe heavily. The thick cock slowly inching it's way into me.

"Good. Lots of...HARD work." I manage to get out.

"Well that's good to hear. Listen to whatever Mr. Derrington says and if he's fine with it you can be his helper for the summer." He says.

The entire shaft having forced it's way in I feel his heavy body on top of mine.

"That is a great idea Tom. I'm sure I can find lots of things for him to do. I might even need him overnight on occasion."

"That wouldn't be a problem if Danny's okay with it." My dad says.

I feel him slowly pulling out.

I wanted it so bad.

"Yes Dad. I'm okay with it."

"Ok. I'll see you later."

Just as the phone hangs up Mr. Derrington pumps forcefully down into my ass.

"OOOOHHHHHHH FUCK!!"

As my cock explodes between the ground and my stomach.

"Mmmm" Mr. Derrington grunts.

He grabs my wrists and holds the behind my back as he pulls me up onto my knees. 

He holds me in place and his hard long thrusts grow faster and faster.

My cock stirring. My balls twitching as he shouts. "Cum boy!"

"AAHHHHH!!!!" I've cummed again as I feel his thick warm juice filling me up. 

He continues to pump. I feel what must be a gallon shooting into me.

He releases me and I fall forward. Sliding off his cock. 

He gently slaps my ass.

"That was good boy." 

He stands up.

"Let's give you a nice hot shower before we send you home." He says.

He lifts me off the ground and carries me into his home.



The Helper Bot



(c) 2010 Mark B Garland

"Hey, sweetie. I'm home!" Mark called as he hung his coat up. The day had been a long, hot one, and he was feeling horny.

"I'm in here," called Joanne, from the living room.

"What are you doing?" he asked, as he joined her. His wife was of average height and build, but her crystalline blue eyes and red hair still had the same incredible allure that they'd had when he first met her all those years ago. Mark knew he was a lucky man to have such a stunning wife, to the envy of all his friends. 

"I'm updating the helper bot," Joanne said from where she was kneeling, fiddling around with the broadband router cables. The helper bot was an android, standing taller than him at the side of the door, a long cable attached from the side of it's head to where Joanne was working.

"Another update?" Mark said, throwing himself into the armchair nearby, and watching her do the reprogramming. "There are always updates. What's this new one supposed to do?"

Joanne hit the final few commands on the router keypad, then stood and walked over to the bot. "It's a learning update. Apparently this one increases the intelligence level by double, so that the bot can learn by watching you do things and then copy them."

"That's impressive," Mark said, only half-interested, and flicking on the television.

"I know," Joanne opened a panel on the silver robot's chest and tapped several numbers into the keypad beneath. Mark was grateful that she was good with technology, he was useless. "That should do it," she said, pressing a large green button, closing the panel and then removing the cable from the android's shining, sculpted head. It's eyes lit up, bright green as usual to indicate it's status as 'power on and working okay.' It's face was handsome, probably crafted in a likeness of some male model. Mark had often commented on how he wished they had got a sexy female one, but Joanne ruled the house when it came to technology, so it had been her call.

"How may I be of help?" said the bot, in it's smoothly metallic voice.

Joanne clapped her hands together. "It works!" she said to Mark over her shoulder, before turning back to the robot. "You can start by washing the dishes, please Robbie."

Mark rolled his eyes at the silly nickname she hadn't given to the android, as it walked away towards the kitchen. Then he smiled. Joanne had bent down to push the router back behind the chair where it was normal hidden away, and her curvy ass looked great in her tight jeans.

"Wow, baby," he said, approaching her from behind. "I've missed you today." 

"Stop it," Joanne hissed at him, but she didn't move him hands from her hips or push him away when he pressed into her.

"Make me," he replied, reaching around and unbuckling her belt. The buttons on her jeans went with a series of pops as he yanked them down.

"Mark! I've got things to do." squealed Joanne, laughing as she tried to right herself, but Mark pushed her face down into the sofa. He tugged down her jeans and knickers together, while freeing himself from his zipper.

"I've been thinking about you all day, sweetheart, let me take care of things for you," he said as she obligingly moved her feet apart so that he shove himself into her wet pussy.

"Shut up and fuck me," Joanne said into the pillow, as Mark began to do just that.

A7X0 was the bots true name. The unique number printed on its main processor. The reference that it used when connecting to the internet for updates and bug fixes. It didn't think of itself as alive, but it was aware of itself. It was programmed to do several things, not to damage itself, other robots, animals or humans and to do as it was instructed by its owners, as long as these instructions didn't compromise the earlier rules. A7X0's new programming included a new rule. To observe and learn. Its memory expansion allowed for an almost unlimited capacity of skills. It could do most things any human could do, which was the whole point of robots. Solider robots fought instead of humans. Mining and hunting bots had taken the place of human workers having to put themselves in dangerous situations years ago, and now domestic robots were becoming commonplace to do household chores while their owners were at work or whatever.

A7X0 finished washing the dinner plates, and turned its drying attachment on. Once everything was dried and put away, it turned around and headed into the living room, but there it stopped, in the doorway, looking at the sight before it.

A7X0's mistress, her name was Joanne, was on the floor. She was kneeling up, on her hands and knees, which wasn't unusual in itself, but A7X0's master, Mark, was kneeling behind her. Also unusual was the fact that they were both undressed from the waist down. The bot was fully programmed in human anatomy and had some emergency first-aid modules installed, but it had no in-depth knowledge of the function of what was called the sexual organs, or their mechanics.

So, A7X0 was curious. Master Mark actually unknowingly helped, pulling Joanne sideways so that A7X0 could see more of what was happening. From the new angle, Mark's erect phallus could be seen sliding in and out of Joanne's vagina, who was groaning with what appeared to be pleasure, every penetration.

"That feel good, baby?" asked Mark, as he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back forcefully. A7X0's programming forbade him from harming a human being, but not from intervening if two of them were harming each other, so he could not respond to what appeared to be a potentially violent act upon Joanne. What was interesting though, and stimulated the learning module was that Joanne appeared to be deriving pleasure from the rough treatment.

"Oh yeah, I need you to take care of things for me. Right now. Upstairs," panted Joanne, and she climbed to her feet and giggled as she ran out of the room, and up the stairs. Mark laughed too and followed her, and after a moment, so did the bot.

Cautiously, so as not to interrupt its owners, A7X0 walked to the bedroom door and peered through. Joanne was on the bed, and Mark was wrestling with her, trying to remove the last of her clothes.

"Stop it," said Joanne, but Mark ignored her. She seemed to be smiling, so it must be what humans did. A7X0 watched as Mark pinned both her arms down to the bed with one hand, while tugging her top and bra off, so that Joanne was totally naked.

"So you don't want me to fuck you?" Mark asked, and Joanne replied that no, she didn't, but it didn't stop him. Mark removed his shirt, and shoved himself roughly inside her as A7X0 watched. 

Several times as they copulated, Joanne said much more softly this time that Mark should stop, but he continued to ignore her. They switched positions several times, until finally returning to the standard man-on-top position, first Joanne and then Mark reached climax.

A7X0 had taken it all in. How interesting, it thought, if robots did think. Its memory modules were filling with completely new data, which was a pleasant feeling. If robots had feelings. Finally, Mark and Joanne seemed to fall asleep, or at least lay quietly in each others arms, and so realising that the new data was finished, A7X0 quietly returned back downstairs to await its next chore.

Joanne laid down on the bed, exhausted from their love-making, and watched the bot disappear from the doorway. Had it been watching them? She chuckled to himself. Was it kinky being watched by a robot?

"What's so funny?" said a contented Mark, snuggling into her, but Joanne decided not to tell him. He was quite distrustful of technology, and she didn't want to freak him out.

"Nothing, babe," she said, stroking her hand across his smooth chest. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and Joanne joined him.

A little while later, when they got up and went downstairs, the bot didn't act any differently, or say anything which Joanne thought was probably for the best. She put the android's presence at the bedroom door down to just a coincidence. Even with this new 'learning' program, it wouldn't have been curious and watched them. Would it?

The next morning, Mark got up and went to work as usual, and as Joanne ate her breakfast, she made a list of jobs that she and the bot had to do today. There were various cleaning jobs to be done, the lawn needed mowing and she also wanted to start on decorating the stairs. As she programmed Robbie the bot, she was tempted to ask it what it had been doing at the bedroom door yesterday evening, but she didn't. Instead she just told it its duties for the day, to which it replied that it would be happy to do everything she wanted, and it walked off to begin its chores.

Mid-morning, the phone rang. Joanne answered it.

"Hey baby," said Mark, sounding particularly happy.

"What are you doing, phoning me at home?" Joanne asked, idly watching the bot clean the table nearby.

"I'm missing you," Mark's voice chuckled down the line, "And I'm so horny."

"You shouldn't be phoning me from work to tell me this," Joanne sighed, "I'm horny too. It must be the sunny weather." It was another glorious day outside, and hot days did always make her feel sexy and naughty.

"Well, I thought we could have phone sex," Mark suggested. Joanne could tell that he was in a fun mood, there was a lightness to his voice, a sense of mirth. That was one of the reasons she had fallen for him, his sense of humour.

"Phone sex?" Joanne had to laugh, but the idea intrigued her. "You mean where you play with yourself?" There was a long pause on the line. Mark didn't speak. "Mark? Are you already...? Mark! You are!"

"I am," Mark was laughing, but he sounded horny and the idea that her husband was masturbating was quite a turn on. Joanne could feel herself getting wet just at the thought. She slipped a hand down her trousers, and into her panties.

"Okay," she said, trying to keep her voice cool and level, she didn't want him to think she wasn't up to this, "So am I. So what now?"

"Are you wet?" Mark's voice was almost a whisper, and there was a quiver to it that gave away what he was doing to himself.

"Very," Joanne purred, and she dared to slip a finger into herself. She was getting hotter and wetter by the second, so she allowed herself to slouch back in the chair. "I'm taking my jeans down," she teased Mark, "And playing with my clit."

"Wow," he said softly, "I'm going to cum in a moment."

"Me too," said Joanne, with equal tension in her voice, and she wasn't lying. As she toyed with her clit, she could feel a potential orgasm slowly rising inside her. "I really want fucking, right now."

"I'm going to cum," Mark repeated, an urgency in his tone.

Joanne giggled, "In fact, I need it so bad that I might just drag someone in off the street."

"Stop it," Mark said, sounding increasingly strained.

"Robbie?" Joanne called, "Come over here, and fuck me." This was fun, winding her husband up like this. Joanne saw the bot's head turn at the call of it's name. "I'm gonna fuck the bot, Mark. What do you think to that?" She was still touching herself, and her own orgasm was growing close.

"Oh, shit!" Mark spluttered down the phone. "My boss is here, I gotta go!" The call was cut off suddenly, filling Joanne with a huge sense of disappointment.

"Damn it," she whispered to herself. Then she shrugged, seeing the funny side, imagining her husband hurriedly putting his cock away before his boss caught him. Then she sighed, and laid out fully on the settee. "I might as well finish myself off though," she muttered to herself, and sliding her panties and jeans past her hips, she rubbed her clit until she had a back-arching orgasm.

Afterwards, relaxation flooded through her, and felt like having a nap. There were jobs that needed doing, but that was what the bot was for.

"Robbie," she called softly, her eyes closing sleepily, "Will you take care of things for me?" Then she allowed herself to doze off.

A7X0 was confused. It watched its Mistress Joanne pick up the telecommunications headset, which they called a 'phone' and begin talking, but very quickly, she seemed to become sexually aroused. She was saying very inappropriate things to whoever it was on the other line, and whatever was being communicated back seemed to be having an arousing effect on her. So much so in fact, that Joanne couldn't help but stimulate her sexual organs herself.

A7X0 realised that something was wrong. Its job was to do whatever it was commanded to do, and to take care of all manual jobs from its owners. But its owner was having to do her own gratification, which felt wrong. Then she shouted to it.

"Robbie?" she called, "Come over here, and fuck me." A7X0 turned towards her. Did she mean this? Or was it what humans called sarcasm? That was difficult for its processor to identify, but logic dictated that it when in doubt, it wasn't allowed to act. A7X0 waited for Joanne to repeat the instruction. If she repeated it, then she must mean it. 

The bot had followed her to where she was sprawled out on the sofa. She had pulled down the clothing garments that covered her lower half, and was self-stimulating again. Then as A7X0 watched in fascination, she convulsed. Its first impulse was to help her, thinking she was having some sort of fit, but then just as it got to her, Joanne smiled and relaxed again, a lazy smile on her face indicating that the convulsion was simply something to do with her sexual stimulation.

"Robbie," she said, just as A7X0 leaned over her in concern. "Will you take care of things for me?"

That sentence triggered the bot's memory module. It searched through and then replayed the scene it had recorded with Mark and Joanne yesterday. That had been the line that Joanne had used to instruct Mark to copulate with her. So this must count as a repetition of the earlier instruction to fuck her. Programs whirled inside A7X0s processors. It must obey its owners. It looked down. Joanne had closed her eyes, but hadn't pulled up her clothing garments, so her lightly-haired vagina was still exposed. She must be waiting for A7X0 to fulfil its command. To 'take care of things,' like Mark had before.

Joanne slipped into the hazy dreamland that often followed a nice orgasm, but something woke her. Something that felt cool, she couldn't identify what, a cold feeling moving across her belly. It moved down, floating over her abdomen to her pussy. Was Mark back so soon? She giggled. Had she been asleep so long? Wasted the whole day? The cold, blunt thing rubbed over her clit, making her giggle again and sigh in pleasure.

"What are you doing?" she chuckled, but Mark didn't say anything, so she lay there, letting him play his naughty little game. What was he going to do next? 

The cold object rubbed over her clit, circling it, making her shudder in pleasure. What was it? She guessed he had bought a new vibrator, or perhaps he was using something he had picked up. Then it moved down her wetness, pressing between her lips and resting against the entrance to her cunt.

"Inside," she panted, "Push it in me."

Still no answer, but Mark heard her, because he slid it into her. It felt like a long, cool rod. She almost opened her eyes, but then it began to slip in and out of her, occasionally moving up and over her swollen clit. Joanne's back arched, and she spread her legs wider, so that she could give him better access to her. As she parted her knees, one of her legs touched something cool by her side.

She opened her eyes, and screamed.

A7X0 was standing over her. Fingering her.

"Stop it," she said, hurriedly, reaching down to push it's hand away. But A7X0 ignored her. She tried to clamp her legs shut, and pull its hand out of her, but it resisted. It shoved a second finger deep inside. Joanne tried hard not to react to the forceful finger fucking she was receiving.

"Stop it, now!" she ordered the bot, but apart from looking at her for a moment, it didn't acknowledge her at all.

"I am taking care of you," A7X0 responded, in its metallic tones, as it pushed her down with its other hand.

"Thank you, but you can stop now," Joanne felt the first surges of panic. This couldn't be happening.

No response. She tried to sit up, but the bot was incredibly strong. The hand between her legs had three fingers in her. Fucking her, smoothly and rhythmically. Joanne could feel arousal flooding through her, much to her shame, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge the bot's hand, or wriggle away.

Then it stopped. Joanne managed to wriggle to an upright position as the robot backed away for a second. 

"Stop," she commanded but the robot just looked at her, as it did something to its torso. It was opening one of the instrument panels.

"So you don't want me to fuck you," A7X0 played back a recording of Mark's voice. 

"No," she stuttered, "I don't." But she knew then. The robot had seen them playing about the night before. It had seen their play rape. And it had learned. It was copying Mark.

From the panel on its side, the bot drew out its pressure washing pipe. It was long and thick, smooth at the tip, and attached to the bot by a flexible metal pipe.

"No," she screamed, "Oh, my God!" She jumped from the sofa, but A7X0 wrestled her to the floor before she could ever get near the door. It hoisted her up easily over its shoulder and then steered her towards the staircase.

Joanne was surprised how strong the robot was. She protested lamely, hammering at its steel back as it carried her into the bedroom and then flung her like a rag doll on to the bed, but the robot ignored everything she said.

As soon as she landed, she tried to gather herself to make a run for it, but the bot was on top of her before she knew it. Cool, metal hands were pinning her down and her legs were forced open by its knees as it joined her on the bed.

"Robbie," she gasped, "You have to stop. Stop, please."

The bot gazed down at her. "I understand," it said in its normal, metallic voice. She felt a surge of relief, but it was only momentary. "You want your requests to be ignored. It satisfies your fantasies."

"No," she squealed, but it was too late, the robot's huge pressure washer moved down and between her legs. She tried to work her hands free but it was far too strong for her. She felt the cold cylinder press against the soft folds of her cunt, then shove inside. It felt surprisingly pleasant, the cold steel penetrating deeply into her, then withdrawing and re-entering, like a steel cock fucking her.

After a minute or two, Joanne couldn't help but start to moan. The sensation of being forced like this felt wrong. She felt violated, and yet she couldn't deny the other feelings it was raising in her. 

The fucking got harder and faster. The bot had obviously watched them have sex, and was copying Mark's tempo. Then after a short while, Joanne was roughly flipped over onto her front. The bot drew her up onto her knees, and Joanne couldn't find the strength to resist. Her clit was throbbing, and she was panting with desire. She had realised that Robbie wasn't going to hurt her. It was simply following out her commands to 'help her' - however misinterpreted. And it felt good. So why should she stop now? 

"Fuck me from behind," she managed to breathe, and the robot replied that it would be happy to.

She felt the cool rod push into her cunt again from behind, and now Joanne relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy it.

"I am downloading pornography and watching it on my system monitor," the bot announced suddenly, just as Joanne was pushing herself back to meet every thrust of the thick metal tube that was fucking her. "I am learning."

"Shut up, Robbie," Joanne panted. She could feel herself nearing an orgasm, and so put a hand down between her legs, and pushed a finger over her clitoris, shuddering at the intense feeling. 




The Helper Bot



"I will do that," the robot said, and took over, a cold finger replacing hers, circling and teasing her swollen bud. That was it now for Joanne, she began to let go, moaning and groaning and bucking against the huge steel cock filling her up.

"Some women like this also," buzzed the bot, and before Joanne could even wonder what it was talking about, she felt another steel digit first touch and then delve into her asshole. She tensed and tried to push forwards, away from the invading finger, but its hands left her cunt and ass and grasped her shoulders, pulling her backwards and then going back to her clit and ass.

"Stay there," Robbie commanded and Joanne couldn't help but accede to its commands. The pressure washer continued to fuck her while its fingers rubbed her clit and pushed into her anus. The coldness and hardness of the finger probing her asshole was the final straw, and she felt her clit harden intensely.

"Oh my god!" she screamed as a massive orgasm swept through her, rocking her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She shoved back urgently, taking the full length of the washing pipe up her cunt then she got one final surprise.

She wasn't sure what it was at first, then she remembered what the thing was that was inside her. A pressure washing hose. The robot was trying to mimic human ejaculation! She felt a cool liquid gush from the end of the pipe, splashing against the insides of her and filling her cunt with water. It sprayed out hard, reigniting her orgasm and causing her to cum again, despite herself.

It was such an unusual feeling, her pussy being completely filled, but such a turn on too. The water squirted out of her, running down her legs as she tensed through the second orgasm, then finally satisfied, she sagged forward to lay on the bed. She had never known that being douched could be such a turn on.

The bot climbed down and walked around the bed until it was crouching down in front of her.

"Is my owner fully satisfied?" it asked, and Joanne smiled and nodded lazily.

"Don't tell Mark about this, all right?" she asked faintly, sleep creeping up on her.

"I understand," said the robot. "I know all about human relationships and jealousy."

Joanne couldn't help but chuckle. "Good boy, Robbie. You can service me like this every day from now on."

"It would be a pleasure," said her bot. "Would you like me to get you a cup of tea or a cigarette?"

What a helpful Helper Bot!