6 comments/ 34644 views/ 14 favorites Helen By: LMood Dee looked out the sliding glass door at his new wife standing at the railing on their balcony. His eyes moved over her lean runner's body, barely contained in the bikini she was wearing. He still had a hard time believing that she had married him. From the night they met she proved that she would enthusiastically join him in the adventures he wanted to share. He couldn't love anyone more than he loved her. As Helen gazed over the beach where they were spending their honeymoon she could feel her husband's eyes on her. She shivered with anticipation and desire, knowing they would come up with something outrageous and exciting to celebrate their marriage. As she waited, she thought about how he came into her life. When Helen's first husband lost his battle with cancer she had thought her love life over forever. They had gotten married when she was a junior in college and for over twenty years had made a life together. He had been the only real sex partner she'd had and what they'd shared together had been good, though not as uninhibited as what some of her bolder friends had told her about. She had loved him and they'd been happy together. For a year after his passing Helen concentrated on her kids and her career. When her oldest daughter presented her with a grandchild to dote on she did not give herself a chance to worry about what she might be missing. Then she met Dee. She was at a faculty party celebrating spring break. The party was being held at Dee's sister's house, one of Helen's co-workers. Dee had just moved to town after his own marriage broke up. Helen told her friends that it had been 'love at first sight' but it was really 'lust at first glance.' As soon as she'd laid eyes on him Helen felt a warmth inside her she hadn't expected to feel again. It might have been the smile he gave her when they were introduced. It also might have been the way he looked right through her clothes. She knew he was picturing her body naked, and it made her feel good to have him admire it. She had spent a lot of hours running and using weight machines to keep her figure in shape - it was nice to have someone appreciate it. As she talked with him Helen stood straight and squared her shoulders, making her breasts stand out above her flat stomach. She also found herself looking at him the same way, picturing what was hidden in his pants. The answer to that question was made obvious by the erection he took no effort to hide. The warmth she felt spread until it was centered between her legs. Dee had been mesmerized by the woman he'd just met. As they stood and talked he found himself thinking about how attractive she was with blond hair falling to her shoulders and those long, shapely legs. Her eyes were smoldering when she looked in his and, despite the fact she was wearing a very conservative blouse, her nipples were poking straight out. When Dee's sister hauled him off to meet some other guests, Helen had needed another drink to calm herself down. As they separately circulated through the crowd, Helen was sure she could feel the man's eyes following her. When she could, she glanced his direction, hoping he would return and talk with her some more. To herself she admitted she had more than talk in mind. After several drinks, more than Helen was used to having, Dee walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Back bedroom in ten minutes." Then he slipped into the crowd. Helen nearly dropped her glass. "Who the hell does he think he is?" she thought. "Does he really believe I'd sneak off to meet him - in a bedroom? The man is an arrogant bastard." Then she downed the drink and looked at her watch - which she checked again every two minutes. When ten minutes had passed Helen was still astounded that the man, nearly a stranger, expected her to just run to him on command. Not quite understanding why, she edged away from the crowd and slipped down the hall, certain that every eye in the room was on her. When she got to the room, Dee was waiting for her inside. As soon as the door was closed behind her she was in his arms, their lips locked, all her anger dissipating as his hands explored the body he had been desiring. She pressed her thighs to his and felt the evidence of that desire. The heat between her legs had become a hunger that demanded to be satisfied, and she knew she was going to make this man be the one to meet that need. Without even thinking about where they were, Helen pulled her skirt up and panties off while Dee removed his slacks. Helen's first husband had made love to her; this man ravaged her while she begged him for more. Laid out on a child's bed, she wrapped her bare legs around the man's butt, bit her lip to keep from crying out, and bounced her hips to meet his thrusts. Turned on by the sound of her friends and co-workers just down the hall, Helen experienced the most explosive orgasm she could remember. The slut that Helen never knew was inside her had finally escaped. Helen and Dee left the party early. It gave Helen a hidden thrill to tell friends goodbye knowing that her panties were wadded up in Dee's pocket and his semen was inside her. She drove him to his apartment where they had decided to spend the night. Even though Helen knew what they'd be doing when they got inside, she didn't want to wait. As soon as she'd pulled into the parking lot and shut off the car, she turned and whispered in his ear, "Get that dick out, buddy. I want you now!" She got no argument as Dee quickly opened his slacks and pulled them to his knees. He held his organ aloft while Helen threw her leg over his lap and mounted him. "Oh god," she moaned. "Your cock feels so good inside me. So fucking good." They were both turned on by the words coming out of the proper grandmother. "And your hot pussy feels so good around my cock. Bite me baby. Bite me with your cunt." Helen arched her back, taking him deeper and rubbing herself against his body, then froze as another car pulled into the lot. Slowly she began rocking back and forth on the erection poking into her while she watched a young couple get out of their car. Dee let out a quiet moan as she tightened her vaginal muscles around him. It might have been her imagination, but Helen was sure the couple had stopped and looked their direction before going on into the building. "Oh god, I need to cum now," she gasped, pushed over the edge by the thought that their coupling had been observed. Dee grasped her by the hips and wrenched her back and forth, grinding her against his pubic bone until her body tensed and she was moaning in his ear. As her orgasm faded Helen realized he was still hard inside her. "You didn't cum yet, did you?" "Huh uh," he managed to say while grinding his teeth. It had been all he could manage to hold off. "Then do it," she said, slowly rising and falling, letting his wet organ slide in and out as she tried to milk it with her pussy. When she felt him start to swell, she rocked back and forth again. "Do it you son-of-a-bitch. Shoot your cum into me. Oh yeah, give me that hot stuff," she demanded as he finally allowed his balls to release their contents into her. Later that night Helen had rewarded Dee by making him the first man she had ever let ejaculate in her mouth. She discovered that she enjoyed it: enjoyed the slick fluid pumping across her tongue; enjoyed the salty/sweet taste of his seed; and enjoyed forcing her lover to feed her from his passion. Later Dee sampled her passion when he dug his tongue into her as she was cumming. If the young couple hadn't known they were having sex earlier, they surely learned about it from Helen's screams as Dee brought her to orgasm with his mouth and fingers. Their courtship had been short and filled with crazy sex. Two months after they met Dee proposed and Helen never hesitated to say yes. Even though, due to Helen's position in the community, they kept their exhibitionist tendencies in check, they had made love as often, and as wildly, as possible. Now, at the Caribbean resort where they were spending their honeymoon, both of them felt empowered to explore their needs to show off. Which was exactly what Helen was thinking about when Dee walked up behind her and put his arms around her. "Mmm, nice," she murmured as he nuzzled her neck. She wriggled her butt until the lump in his pants lodged between her ass cheeks. "And that's even nicer," she said. Looking out to the beach below, Helen nodded toward a middle-aged couple sitting in loungers. "Looks like we have an audience," she said. "Well, at least you do," Dee said. "I think they're checking out your tits." When the woman turned to give her companion her opinion on something, something she obviously didn't approve of, Helen said, "I don't believe she thinks too highly of my tits." After a moment, Helen said, "Think I should flash 'em?" Before Dee had a chance to answer, the woman got up and, with a glare in Helen's direction and a final word to the man, stalked off. "Maybe you should give him a little peek," Dee said. "After that he deserves a treat." As he was saying it, Dee's hands were sliding Helen's bra cups up, exposing her breasts. They could see the man watching intently as Dee tweaked her nipples. "How 'bout we give him a real show," Helen said as she pulled her husband's hand down until it was over her crotch. "Why don't you play with my pussy while Dilbert watches. Think you can get me off?" Helen loved it when her husband masturbated her and he'd gotten quite good at it. "I'd love to try," he said as he pushed his hand into her bikini bottom. From the attention the man she'd christened Dilbert was showing, they knew their actions were visible through the wrought iron grating. "Oooh, yeah," Helen moaned encouragingly as Dee curled his fingers into her vagina. "That's it, baby. Keep that up and I'll be there in no time." "What's in it for me," Dee asked, "if I get you off?" "I've got a treat . . . oooh . . . for you baby. Just keep doing that." She was referring to the way Dee's fingers were sliding in-and-out of her while the palm of his hand was rubbing her clit. "What treat?" He asked, temporarily holding his hand still. "I'll suck your dick." "Right here?" "You know it. Give Dilbert a show to remember." "And you'll make me cum, too?" "What's the point of sucking a dick if I don't get the good stuff at the end." "Well, in that case . . ." Dee said, forcing his fingers deeper into his wife's cunt. She knew it wouldn't take long as she felt his fingers slide under her cervix. Helen grasped the sides of her suit and pulled it down, spreading her legs to give Dee greater access to her sex, and Dilbert a better view. Then Helen slid her hands up and grasped her own breasts, squeezing them hard. A low keening sound came out of her mouth as her orgasm began. Squinting as the pleasure flowed through her, Helen could see the man below rubbing the front of his own shorts. Vaguely she wondered if he was making himself cum as he watched her climax. She hoped not because she had more to show him. When her orgasm passed, Helen slumped back against her husband. She could feel his erection pressed against her butt and knew he was more than ready for his treat. Helen let go of her boobs and grasped Dee's hands. Smiling at the man on the beach, she pulled Dee's fingers out of her vagina and held them in front of her face. As Dilbert stared, she stuck the fingers into her mouth, sucking at them like a miniature cock. The man started rubbing himself harder so Helen shook her own finger at him as if commanding him to stop what he was doing. He got the message and immediately left off rubbing himself. Helen gave him the 'thumbs up' gesture of approval. Dee stepped back to allow Helen to turn around. She did so, then carefully positioned him so Dilbert would have a profile view of what was going to happen. Helen stepped back slightly and pulled her bra completely off and let her suit bottom fall to the floor so she could kick it aside. Once she was naked, Helen got a towel from the chair on the balcony and spread it out at her husband's feet, to protect her knees from the hard concrete. With a glance at her admirer, she knelt in front of her husband while he pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. Helen grasped Dee's erect cock, holding it in front of her mouth while she kissed around his head. "Oh god that feels good," he whispered. Leaning back slightly, Helen opened wide, then moved forward, pushing the organ into her mouth. As she started suckling on her husband's cock the thought occurred to Helen that Dilbert might not be the only one watching. Surely their balcony was visible from several cabins as well as any one else on the nearby beach. The thought made her shiver with pleasure and she pushed her nose against Dee's belly, taking his cock deep into her throat. The idea of strangers watching her pleasure her husband made it even more exciting. Dee glanced over the railing, ensuring that Dilbert was still watching. Looking back down he thought, "So sexy. My beautiful wife showing off with her mouth full of my cock. God I love her." Helen started bobbing her head, fucking her husband with her mouth. "Oh baby," he murmured, "you do that so good. Suck it, honey. Suck my goddam cock." "Mmm," was the only answer she could make with the meat between her lips. "Mmm," she managed again, knowing the vibration would set him off. It did. She felt his organ swell, then he was filling her mouth with his semen. When Dee finally stopped throbbing Helen pulled the softening dick from her mouth and, while she looked her husband in the eye, planted wet kisses around his cock-head. Then she stood and looked down where Dilbert was. Smiling, she ran a finger over her lips as if she was wiping off excess cum (actually she hadn't spilled a drop), and licked her finger. Then she had an inspiration. She held up her hand, loosely fisted, and made the up-and-down motion associated with jacking off. Seeing the surprised look Dilbert was giving her, she pointed a finger at him, then made the jack-off motion again. The man looked as if he'd been hypnotized. Still staring at Helen, "At my tits and pussy," she thought, he pulled his shorts down and grasped a very erect penis. While Helen and Dee watched, he began sliding his hand up-and-down on it. It didn't take long before cum was bubbling out of him. Even from a distance, she could see the spunk running over his fingers, some of it splattering on his thighs and belly. When the flow stopped, he sank back into the lounger as if his bones had turned to jelly. Smiling, Helen threw him a kiss, then turned and walked naked into her room. Dee gave Dilbert a thumbs-up, then followed his wife inside, pulling the curtains closed. Dee pulled her into his arms as Helen said, "That was so fucking crazy. I loved it." Dee replied, "And you are so fucking sexy. I love you, Helen." Looking up at her husband, Helen said, "Six months ago it never occurred to me that I'd ever give a man a blow job - and now I've done it with an audience." "Did you like it?" Dee asked hopefully. "Oh hell yes!" Hesitating a second, she added, "I hope we can do it again sometime." "I'm sure we will," Dee told her. To himself he added, "I am so lucky to have a woman like this." Also to herself, Helen thought, "I'm so lucky to have a man like this." Aloud she said, "You know something else I thought I'd never do again?" "No honey. What's that?" "Have a gorgeous man go down on me and eat me out 'til I cum all over his face." "I think that can be arranged," he said as his wife sat down on the love seat with her legs apart. The next morning Helen woke up to the pleasant sensation of Dee kissing her neck. Slowly and tenderly the two of them made love. As they cuddled afterward, Dee fell back asleep while Helen was completely awake and alive. Quietly she got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. When she came out her husband was still asleep, so she put on her shorts, tee shirt and running shoes and went out for a jog on the beach. As she passed the early morning sun worshipers it excited her to think that possibly some of those people had watched her felate husband on the balcony the night before. Imagining, and remembering, made her pussy get warmer with each stride. When she finally had dissipated her post-coital energy she returned to the room where Dee had left a note for her. "Gone down for coffee," it read. "I'll be sitting outside. Wave to me to let me know you're back." Going to the balcony, she saw her husband at a table at the beach-side cafe. He was turned towards her and across the table from him was another man who's face she couldn't see. She smiled and waved at Dee, then held up a towel to indicate she was going to take a shower. Helen took a long, leisurely shower, cleansing the smell of sweat and sex from her body. When she felt completely refreshed she got out and dried herself on a bath sheet the resort had provided. She started to step out of the bathroom, stopped, and quickly jumped back. Dee was sitting on the love seat. Across from him, in one of the straight chairs, was the back of the man Dee had been with earlier. "Shit," she thought. "He could have told me he was bringing company." She wondered if he had done it on purpose, hoping she'd walk out naked in front of a stranger. Looking around the bathroom just confirmed what she already knew: the only clothing she had was her sweaty running outfit. "Oh well, she thought philosophically, "this'll have to do." She wrapped the towel around her and checked it out in the mirror. She was covered from just above her nipples to just below her crotch. "As long as I don't bend over or open my legs, I'll be fine." She smiled, acknowledging that it was exciting her to know she'd once more be showing off for a stranger. As Helen walked out of the bath Dee grinned broadly. "God she's hot," he thought. Aloud he said, "Honey, this is my friend Len." Helen wasn't surprised to find, as Len turned to face her, that he was in fact the man she had christened Dilbert the night before. "Guess I don't have to worry about bending over. He's already seen my tits," she thought. Aloud she said, "Good to meet you - at last - Len." Len was having trouble getting words out. As Helen sat down next to her husband she smiled and said, "That was fun last night, Len. Hope you enjoyed it as much as we." "Oh, I sure did." "Well, maybe not as much as Dee did," Helen said as she leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. She could tell her husband had something in mind and she was looking forward to finding out what it was. Turning back to Len she said, "Too bad your wife couldn't have stuck around longer last night. It could have turned out even more exciting, don't you think?" "Well . . . not really." Len stammered. "My wife had . . . uh . . . a headache. I don't think she'd have appreciated what happened. "Oh, that's too bad," Helen said. "I hope she's not ill." "No, not really. It's just that she gets lots of headaches these days. To herself Helen added, "Yeah. Probably around bed time." Dee noticed that in his discomfort, Len was having trouble keeping his eyes off Helen's legs. It made him proud to see other men enjoy how attractive his wife was, and if everything went as he'd planned, he'd be even prouder of her. To Helen he said, "Len tells me his wife doesn't do oral sex. Thinks it's dirty and nasty." "Of course it is," Helen replied. "That's what makes it so much fun, don't you think, Honey?" "Yes it is, darling, and it's a shame Len doesn't know just how much fun it is," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He knew the time was right for what, he hoped, would come next. "That's why I told Len you'd be glad to do it for him so he could find out." Helen "Huh?" she said, not sure she'd heard her husband right. "Do what?" "Oral sex. You know, suck his dick." A flash of disbelief, followed by anger, passed through Helen's head. "Is he fucking serious?" she thought. "How could he . . .?" Dee sat there as if he had asked her to give his friend a cup of coffee, not give him a blow job. "Who the hell does he think he is, ordering me to do something like that?" she thought. Aloud, in her iciest voice, she said, "Dee, you'll have Len thinking I'm some kind of slut." "I don't think he minds, as long as he get the blow job." Then he asked Len, "Do you mind if my wife is a slut?" Len appeared unable to speak. As the anger coursed through Helen it was accompanied by a feeling of erotic release. Her husband had given her permission to be as sexually uninhibited as she wanted, right in front of his face. Did he really mean it? If he was bluffing she was going to call him on it. She got up from the love seat and stood a few feet in front of Len. After glancing at her husband, who was not reacting at all, Helen unwound the towel from her body to display her nakedness to the man. She folded the towel twice, then dropped it on the floor at Len's feet. Helen grasped her breasts, squeezing them so her nipples stood out. "You liked looking at my tits last night, didn't you?" Len nodded dumbly. "Do you still like them?" Again he nodded. "No, tell me, Len. Do you like my tits?" "Uh . . . yes. I like your breasts." "My tits, you mean?" "Yeah, your tits. I like them a lot." "Thank you Len," she said. She ran her hands down over her belly until they were in front of her crotch. "Could you see my pussy last night?" "I did," he answered, then, anticipating her next question added, "and I liked it - your pussy - a lot." Helen spread her legs slightly and pushed two fingers into her vagina. She could see the cock rise in the front of Len's shorts. The thought that in a few minutes those shorts would be off him and that cock would be hers to pleasure sent a shiver of anticipation through her. When she pulled her fingers out they were wet from her excitement. She stuck the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them as she pulled them out. "You liked that, didn't you, Len? You liked watching me taste my own pussy." "Uh huh," he answered in a hoarse croak. She stuck the fingers back into herself, then held them out to Len. He opened his mouth and let her stick them in, then sucked on them as she pulled them back. "You don't think that's nasty or dirty, do you?" "Huh uh," Len managed to say. "Good. What I'm going to do now may be dirty, but it sure won't be nasty." She got on her knees on the towel and reached up to open and unzip Len's shorts. She grasped them at the sides, with her fingers hooked under the elastic of his underpants. Len raised slightly, allowing her to pull the garments down. After she got them off she put her hands on his knees, bending forward slightly as she ran her fingers up his thighs until she was grasping his very erect penis in both hands. As she did so she realized that it was longer and thicker than Dee's. Even longer than her first husband's had been. "Can I do it?" she thought. "Can I get this big thing completely in my mouth? Well girl, you're gonna find out." She took tip into her mouth and ran her tongue over it before leaning forward, taking over half of it in. Then she very slowly drew it out through her lightly closed lips. Looking up she asked, "Did you like that too, Len?" "Oh hell yes," he gasped. Nothing ever felt so good." "What felt good, Len?" she teased. "My cock . . . your mouth. Oh hell, I love it." "Good," she said as she sucked him in again until he was touching the opening to her throat. She hesitated, getting used to the feeling. "It's now or never. Do it!" she thought. "Be a slut Dee can be proud of." Ignoring her gag reflex, she lunged forward, burying her nose in Len's pubic hair and his cock-head in her throat. "Ohmygodohmygod," he mumbled, his sexual need completely under her control "Oh my god," Dee mimicked softly. "That is so fucking hot. Suck it baby. Suck that man's cock." He had to fight to keep from taking out his own dick and jacking off as he looked at the stranger sitting there with his dick in Helen's mouth. He resisted, wanting this act to be hers alone. Helen was afraid that Len was going to lose control and cum too soon, so she pulled back, once more releasing his organ from her lips. She held it in front of her face and gently blew her breath on it, letting the evaporating saliva cool him down. She glanced around to see her husband's eyes locked on what she was doing. The knowledge that he was watching, and approving, turned her on almost as much as Len's dick did. Turning her attention back to that dick, she stuck out her tongue and licked downward. Reaching between the man's legs, she pulled his testicles forward until she could kiss each of them. She ran her tongue along the underside of his nut sac. From the inarticulate sounds Len was making she knew she was giving him the same thrills that that she had learned to give her husband. After exploring Len's balls with her lips and tongue, Helen was ready for the best part and she knew Len would oblige her. She planted a series of tiny kisses up his shaft until she was licking around the underside of his crown. Breaking contact to look up, first at Dee, who was still staring at her, then at Len, she said, "I'm going to make you cum now, Len. Will you do that? Will you cum for me? In my mouth?" Completely under the woman's control, Len was unable to speak - or hardly even think. All he could do was nod dumbly. Helen opened her lips and dropped her head. No hesitation this time, she plunged him completely into her throat once more. She gently shook her head, knowing that would stimulate the entire length of him, then slowly withdrew until only about half of his organ was in her mouth. She grasped the base of his cock and bobbed her head, stroking him with her lips and tongue. When Helen was in college she had a girlfriend much more experienced in sexual matters than she had been. When the girl told her that "different guys taste different. Their semen, I mean." Helen had been unable to get over the 'yuck!' factor (letting a guy do what? Where? You let him put it in your mouth? Oh, yuck!). She hadn't even thought about the comparison the girl had been making until Len's cum was in her mouth. It did taste different, although the only thing she had to compare it to was Dee's. But as Len's dick throbbed and her mouth filled with his emissions she found that it was saltier, and more bitter, than what she usually received from her husband. As he continued to cum she vaguely wondered how soon she'd have another load, from another man, to compare. Nevertheless she enjoyed what Len was doing, and what she was taking from him. She reveled in the power she held. For those few moments Len was completely under her control - and she loved it. When he finally was through throbbing she held some of his spunk in her mouth while she pulled his dick out. Looking first at Len she opened her lips and showed him the slimy wad on her tongue, then she turned to her husband and showed it to him also. For a second she was tempted to move over and kiss Dee open-mouthed to smear the goo on his face and tongue. After all, he hadn't asked her if she wanted Lens' cum, why should she ask him before sharing it? But she decided to be greedy. She wanted it all herself, so she closed her lips and swallowed, then said, "Nope. Certainly not nasty." She took Len back into her mouth and coaxed a few final drops from him, working on him until he was nearly flaccid. When she was sure she had everything he had to offer, Helen pulled Len's dick out of her mouth and looked up. "Did you like it?" she asked, rhetorically she knew. "Oh god yes. That was better than anything I ever felt before. Thank you, Helen. Thank you so much." "My pleasure," she said, knowing full well it had been more his pleasure than hers. "Now, help me up." As Len helped her to her feet she wished she'd started giving head earlier in life, when her knees had been younger and more flexible. "Oh well, better late than never," she told herself. Once she was back on her feet, she gave Len a little peck on the cheek as if she was dismissing him. He'd served her purpose and she was through with him as she turned to her husband. Although he was still wearing his shorts, his excitement was obvious. "And now, Len, my husband is going to fuck me. You can stay and watch if you want, but no touching. You've had your turn, now it's ours." As she said it Dee was pulling his shorts off. "Uh . . . I think I'd better go," Len stammered. "Suit yourself," she replied, her eyes locked on her husband. Helen moved to the bed, laying out with her legs spread. As her husband approached she rubbed her pussy with both hands, then held her labia open for him. As he slid into her Helen heard the door open and close. She never even glanced up. Helen London England 2013 Ms. Evans climbed down from the old double decker and was glad the bus journey was over for it was hot summer day in London, the heat reflecting of the street and seeming to bounce back into her face for a second go. She wiped her sweating brow with the back of her hand then turned to orientate her self amongst the bustle of the street. The heat seemed to be putting everyone on edge for the famed manners of the English seemed to be somewhat lacking today. She took her self across to the shaded bus shelter and took a vacant seat to rest for a moment. She had felt lucky earlier in the day when she had heard two girls in the lecture discussing what they called easy money for testing a new line of bras that monitored the wearer medically. Money was heart of the problem which seemed to her somewhat funny as it was money she was studying at the famed London School of Economics. The money her deceased parents had left her was gone now, wiped out in the crash of '07 and although she had skimped and saved she was short for the final term and her last set of examinations. Would her studies be a total waste; no, she wouldn't let it happen. She pulled out the map and found Kensington Church Street, used the church as a reference and started to walk. The thought entered her mind, a bra tester. It made her smile as she was one of the brightest students of her year and the apple in the eyes of many of her lecturers, they held high hopes for her but there would be no hope for any type of future unless she got hold of some of the stuff she was studying. Money! She came to the church and started up the footpath. She let her thoughts wander as she made her way slowly up the street and wondered if she was dressed right? Did it matter for she was dressed in the best she had which really wasn't much. Her hair was pulled back tight in her customary bun, with that and the large round tortoise shell glasses she knew she looked nerdy. A light grey summer suit, white shirt and stylish tie gave her a professional look but the clothes were old and worn. It was the same with her low heels, she and her clothes had seen better days. She came to the old Palace barracks and turned down the street opposite. There was some shade in this area at least, even a tree or two. She turned again and entered Gregory Place and there it was, Braywick House, just a little way down on the right. Giving the clothes a quick look, she braced her self and approached the ground level doors. She was surprised to find that there was a porter in attendance who politely asked her her name and business before allowing her entry. "Ms. Evans, yes they are you expecting ma'am. Just take the stairs to the first floor, down the corridor and first door on the right," said an old garrulous man, obviously an retired hand from the Royal Navy. Up the stairs she went and it felt like going back in time for the period pieces of old Edwardian England were still an active and well maintained part of the building. Polished wood panels, framed etchings of the sea and old gas light fittings that had been converted to electricity. The building seemed to give out a welcoming warmth. She made her way to the door and gave a polite knock before entering. Time had stopped in 1905 for this tastefully decorated foyer, once again the period art, panelling and furniture. A receptionist rose to greet her, came from around her desk and warmly welcomed her. "Ms. Evans, welcome to Laws &Tate, thank you for your interest in our employment opportunity," said a well dressed young lady. Her language was beautiful and she wore her clothes with a certain grace and style. " Ms. Evans if you would like to come this way I'll show you to the interview room where Mr. Tate will greet you shortly," she said, once again in the beautiful voice. Ms. Evans followed her but was rather taken back by the greeting and surroundings. She was applying for a lowly job as a tester of clothing and the setting seemed over done to say the least. She was shown to another well appointed room that had a table with two chairs each side of it, once again beautiful period pieces. "I'll leave you and Mr. Tate will be with you shortly," the girl said and left her to her own devices. She wondered if she had come to the right place but no she was in the right place. Looking around she noticed a shelf of books, the one catching her eye had "Laws &Tate" on the cover. She arose and bought it down from the shelf and back to the table. She opened it and found it was a published history of the company. She started to leaf through it but was stopped on the first page. The was a strange coat of arms on this page but the thing that caught her attention was the founding date, 1534. Impossible, a company that old and she had never heard of; quite impossible. She hurried her way through to find if there was any mention of the part of the company she would be working in but there was just to much information as it seemed a very large company. She went to the back and found the index, yes, there under medical garments. Going to the page number she found quite a full entry, the company had been manufacturing medical related garments for a few centurys. One of the earliest was a corset for ruptures, another a harness support for pregnancy. "Laws &Tate" seemed at the forefront of design in this are. There was a knock on the door so she hurriedly closed the book as a middle age man entered. "No please don't stand, no formality here, names Tate, and yes one of those Tates," he said with a twinkle in the eye. Every one was so well dressed she thought feeling dowdy. She took an instant liking to Mr. Tate who came across as friendly man who before she realised it had got her life history from her. "Well I'm so sorry for your misfortune Ms. Evans, but do you know something, you are going to succeed for you have that little something extra in you. Now let me guess, you think this is a bit over done for the position you have applied for, every one does. I see you have been reading our company history and do you know why the company has prospered for so many year? People! People Ms. Evans, it is our secret to success." " You saw Mrs. Armstrong on the way in, just married last year and as with all young couples was looking for a bit of extra money. Early pregnancy, heard of a position here and tested a new pregnancy support halter. Trying to get weight of the spine, onto the hips, early days yet." Ms. Evans found her self listening eagerly, Mr. Tate had a way with a story. "Qualified in administration. One thing led to another, here she is, running the office," he said in his clipped way of speaking. "You sent the resume and we look deeply into them, as I said, the right stuff. Every one from the CFO to the char lady starts work here through this same office. Talent, always looking her talent Evans. What do you say, well send you over to the distribution warehouse, get the details from Rodgers, you like, you can start,. Sort the rest latter." Ms. Evans did like, and with a little more small talk, was given directions to the warehouse. * * * The warehouse was on the Thames and was located near the old East Indies dock area. Another two bus rides and she found her self at the entrance to a warehouse that had obviously been built back in the 17th. Century. Another porter greeted her and gave a set of directions to get to the garment area. The place was very dim and was built like a rabbit warren with steps and passages every where. It took her some time for her to make the door marked Edwina Rodgers, Manager. She gave a knock and entered. "Ah, you must be Evans; Rodgers, pleased to meet you I'm sure. Take a seat Evans, take a seat, you look done in," said the woman behind the desk that was over flowing with papers. Ms. Evans was more then glad to take a seat as the day had been a long one and she was quite tired. Ms. Rodgers seemed a no-nonsense woman if the severe cut of her dress and manner were anything to go on. She launched straight into what was required as her days seemed full and it looked as if her presence had just made it fuller. It was a new bra that contained a set of sensors and monitors. It had an out put jack that would give a download of the wearers medical condition when jacked to a computer. It was of a new material that was self cleaning during a bath or shower and allowed the skin to breath. The material design was for permanent wear and the initial trail period was for two weeks. No, Evans, you can't take it off, two weeks is the trial, up for it girl? Any problems ring me. * * * Two weeks later Tomorrow she would be heading back to the Docks to get the bra removed. Ms. Rodgers had forgotten the bit about the bra being locked to her body. It hadn't troubled her in the least, it was the lightest and most comfortable material she had ever worn over her breasts. Gave her good shape and support, what else did a women want from a bra? She was logged in to the companies web site and was looking at the job vacancy that had attracted her attention since she had discovered it. It wasn't so much the job vacancy as the money. There had been no other vacancies in the London area that she had found suitable and when she finished the test of the bra tomorrow she would be back looking for money. This offered money and lots of it. She thought to her self that it wasn't quite right to say " It wasn't so much the job...." as the job was very strange to say the least. The job description gave the background of a shortage of saleable human mothers milk and "Laws&Tate" were under taking a project to induce lactation in previously milk bearing women. Now there was a problem as she had never produce milk before. Then again did she want in on such a program? She thought it over and decided there was not much choice. The body change was totally reversible and then there was the money. She made an online application and returning to her flat that afternoon after having been let out of her bra was surprised to find a reply from Mr. Tate himself. She was to report next morning for an interview. * * * Mr. Tate seemed very distressed by her application and tried very hard to talk her out of it. There had never been a female in the program that had not previously lactated; then she would be the first! From day one, no clothing above the waist; no problem. She was studying at LSE, how would she finish the lecture; online. The final exam; yes Mr. Tate that was a problem but surely one they could get around. The program was done with the subject enduring periods of total isolation, she would handle that with no worries. It took an hour but finally Mr. Tate seemed to run out of arguments, he still wasn't happy in the least but would reluctantly allow her to present her self to the medical staff for assessment and suitability in regard to the needs of the program. Ms. Evans felt life was a last giving her a break when she picked up travel documents from Ms. Armstrong on the way out. * * * A car came to pick her up outside her flat at 0430 in the morning. It was a special car as the windows were blanked out and sitting in the back she had no idea where she was going. Where ever she was taken it took about two hours and at journeys end she still had no idea where she was because the area was surrounded by trees. She was dropped in the covered entry of what was obviously a large country mansion but had little time to look as a butler came out to greet her and whisked her inside straight away. Once again it was a beautiful piece of period architecture and furniture. She was taken to the library and asked to wait until the Director could see her. She browsed away about twenty minutes looking at books that would find pride of place in the British library before another livered servant asked to follow as the Director was free and would see her now. The office of the Director would feel quite at home in Buckingham Palace, once again more a living museum then an office. The Director herself was a small woman about five foot six and rather slim. She wore glasses and had her hair in a ponytail. It was hard to tell much else as she didn't rise to greet her. Nothing was said for a few minutes but Ms. Evans felt her self looked over and assessed. "Please take a seat Ms. Evans. Like Mr. Tate can I dissuade you from your rather rash actions in wishing to enter our program. No, I didn't think so. There is really nothing more to said. We have never had a pre lactation female with us before so I can only wonder at side effects. Last chance, and pleases think; in or out?" She was taken completely of guard, surely this wasn't the assessment interview, there had to be more. She had questions by the score, she looked up to ask one but then caught the look in the Director's eyes. There could be as many questions as she wanted to ask but the real and only question had already been asked. Was she, Ms. Evans, in or out? She took the suggestion seriously and did have a think about her future. It was future she had worked hard for and graduation from the school was now in jeopardy. Her future was in jeopardy and this program and its monetary award offered the way foward. Yes the Director was very smart, the only question that mattered had been asked and the woman was awaiting her reply. "I'm in," she answered. The Director pressed a button and lifted the phone. "Nurse Helga, one for processing," said the Director. "You may go, your personal nurse is waiting out side the office." * * * Her mind was in turmoil, things were happening so fast. She left the office in a daze but had little time before nurse Helga was introducing herself and leading into a corridor that had an old style elevator at the end. "Ms. Evans, of course you have questions. We will get you checked in and I will answer any thing I can," said the nurse. It was an old cage style elevator and went down one level where it opened in to a modern medical reception area. Soft lighting, carpet, some wall hangings and a long desk with another nurse behind it. "Evans for admission," said her nurse. "Please sign the consent form here, admission there," said the other nurse. There was silence, she was back in the Directors office facing the question that hung in the air; in or out. The two woman waited patiently. She took some time but then signed the two forms. "Please come this way, we have another elevator ride," said the nurse who had picked her up from the Directors office. This time the elevator ride was much longer and she wondered just how far underground they were going. It did finally stop and opened into a small chamber with a door. When the elevator door closed the nurse used a card to open the other, this revealing a passage way, rather stark and rather bright from the strip lights. There was nothing Edwardian about it. Ms. Evans was doing her best to contain herself but she knew that she couldn't hold her self back much longer with the questions. They moved half way down the corridor where the nurse keyed open the door on the right. "Ms Evans, you will find a ring binder which will answer so many of your questions. There a few things you need to do as well, when they are done, I'll be back and we will move to the next stage." She moved forward into the room, started to turn to ask a question and was just in time to see the door sliding shut. She was alone * * * End Part One EDIT Story posted 05/02/13 Edited 06/05/13 Reason: changed company name to Laws &Tate P.S. Thanks for the response, more on the way right now. 1338: May sixth, 2013 Helen This part is not so sexually explicit, since it's dedicated only to the day I've met Helen, and how things have happened... ***** My watch shows that Brad is late - we've recently finished our military service, where we've been colleagues, so I'm confused - we don't use to be late, or not keep our word... We're supposed to go have a beer. The moment I'm wondering about it, I see him hurrying across the boulevard... He has a plastic bag in his hand with some stuff in it... Finally! We salute each other. "Sorry I'm late, but my sister has asked me to go and buy her something, since she has some sensitive food in the oven, and she needs to watch it"... "OK, fine! So, what now?" "I hope you don't mind if we first go at my place and let her have what I've bought"... "Of course not! Let's go!" His apartment is quite close from the place where we were supposed to see each other, so that in less than five minutes we arrive in front of his door. He rings the bell, and, in less than ten seconds, a young woman, with dark hair, quite petite, opens the door. I'm a little confused, since Brad is a blond guy... "Sis, here is the stuff that you've asked me to buy"... She grabs the bag, than, looking at me, she asks: "Now, little brother, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?!?" "Oh, sorry! Of course!" He makes the introductions - she's Helen, his older and only sister. During the military service, he's never mentioned, to anyone there, that he had a sister, just to avoid the rude jokes between comrades... She smiles and says: "Now, since I know that you're only going out to have a beer, you surely can afford to be a little late - the table at the terrace won't hate you for being late"... She smiles again, and steps back from the frame of the entrance door: "Now, come in! I'll make you a coffee." Brad shows me in. Helen is already gone towards what I am soon to find out, the kitchen. Than, we hear her in a loud voice: "Little brother, since you will surely want to smoke, either you and your friend go on the balcony, but you will find tons of dust over there, either you come here, in the kitchen!" Brad mentions: "Our parents are committed enemies of smoking, so we are not aloud to smoke in the apartment!"... The apartment is old, so the kitchen is way much larger than the usual kitchen dimensions that we used to have here in the seventies... I see a table for four in the middle, take a seat, grab the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of my shirt, take out a cigarette, light it, and try to relax. "Boys, you better take off your overcoats - if you don't, by the time you finish your coffees you will be so hot, that when you go out you'll surely catch a cold!"... Helen acts like a hen toward her nestling when she's speaking to her brother, and, somehow, I see that she tries to have the same attitude towards me... I don't have any brothers or sisters, so that I'm not used to be treated like that, excepting, of course, my mother, and, also, looking at her, she really doesn't look older than Brad, her brother. I'm not shy, so I just ask directly - she's only one year and a half older than Brad... We conclude that I am also younger, one year... Helen serves the coffee - it isn't good or tasty at all, but, fortunately, the cups are tiny... "Some time, you'll have to take your sister and have a coffee at my place - you know what I'm talking about"... I've had the opportunity to learn how to prepare coffee from an Arab guy... After we smoke two or three cigarettes and drink our coffees, we're getting ready to let Helen mind the oven - the beer is awaiting! Helen tells her brother: "Little brother, will you please go and bring from my room my purse?" Brad looks a little bit confused, but just goes... Helen makes sure that her brother is really gone, than she whispers to me: "Take care how much you drink, and, at ten o'clock sharp, just make sure that you are at the corner of the street! If you're late, be sure that I won't be waiting for you - even if we are in the core of the town, there still are some rolling stones around, ready to make trouble to a single woman!"... By eight o'clock in the evening, Brad and I are already leaving the terrace - honestly, I hate myself for not telling Brad that at ten, I'm supposed to meet his sister... And, at ten o'clock in the evening, it's quite clear that his sister didn't ask me to see her, just to take a stroll in the park... We split and, looking at my wrist watch again, I decide to walk - no bus, no taxi... I reach my apartment at fifteen minutes past nine... I take a shower in a rush, shave, even if I've already done it in the morning, use some exquisite perfume and some deodorant... My belly is full of butterflies... Finally, I command myself to relax - in fact, Brad is not supposed to lead his sister's life, including her sexual preferences... I go out, find a taxi, and, five minutes before ten o'clock, I am standing at the corner of the street. Helen was right - there really are some rolling stones around, but, my silhouette - I really am a big guy, one meter and ninety centimeters - and my attitude makes them "crawl" towards the subway entrance... It's cold and windy - the spring is about to come, but... not yet! Here she comes - she's petite, compared to me, but her fur coat is impressing... She approaches, grabs me by the collar of my overcoat, and kisses me on my lips... "Here! Thanks for not being late! Now, let's take a cab and go at your place! I really can't wait to drink that coffee prepared by you!"... As you can notice, my initiative is ZERO! Still, what am I to do?!? This woman surely knows what she wants and needs, and also knows how to ask for it!... While we are looking for a taxi, a beggar approaches - I tense, just as usual: "Go to work!" He doesn't act too scared, but keeps the distance... Helen takes some coins from her purse and approaches him: "Thanks! My princess! May God let you have a wonderful time!"... I finally see a taxi, wave my hand, and, in less than ten minutes, we are in front of my block of flats... She enters the apartment, takes a seat on an arm chair: "Now, I'm not sure that I need a coffee - I'd rather prefer a whiskey on the rocks, as my brother has told me that you usually have"... I go at the kitchen, prepare two glasses with ice, and bring them - I open the door of the bar and ask her: " What will it be? Ballantines, Dimple, Glenfiddich, J & B"... She asks: "What about that guy who never stops walking? Johnny, I mean"... "Sorry, but since I don't like that brand, I just don't have it"... "Well, then, just make your choice! I'll have the same"... Helen lets me pour some whiskey on her ice, sips, after saying cheers, than she asks me to put some music - she'd rather prefer Queen. I look for the tape with Queen, sensing that Helen is making some moves... I start the music, and, when I turn around, I can see that she's stark naked, excepting her panties - tiny little boobs,but she's tiny too! As a compensation, her nipples are just great! The music is loud. Maybe too loud for the hour (almost eleven in the evening!)... I just pump it down a little, then, in less than fifteen seconds, I'm also stark naked... I approach her arm chair, and I'm about to find out that she's the best cock sucker that I've ever met in my life... I cannot tell what she's been doing to my dick, but, in less than two minutes, I just feel my jizz filling her mouth... She sucks it all - no drops! She looks at me, smiling: "Now, big boy, you'll have to wait one, or two or three days until you'll have your chance to fuck this cunt of mine... I'm, unfortunately, on my period! Still, you won't be feeling any pressure! I will surely take care of that!"... She licks her lips in a very suggestive way... Than, in a flash, she changes her attitude, minding only of her drink and her still burning cigarette... Donna Summer is singing: "I'd love to love you baby!" I move my body, including my empty balls, towards my arm chair - I lay there and sip my drink... Honestly, I'm not a beginner in what concerns sex - still, the way Helen "approached" me, is something new... No kissing, no foreplay, no nothing! Just an unbelievable blowjob!... I don't know for now, but Helen will be a "parasite" in my life for about three years!...