4 comments/ 86724 views/ 21 favorites The Price of the Contract By: AStropirate Helen Slattery was just returning to her office at Bowman and Tandy architects, where she worked. She had been at a meeting with fifty year old David Lyons, the main man behind the idea of building a multi story car park in a derelict part of East Lambton, Surrey and Helen had been negotiating for months to secure the contract. She was very confident that she was close to sealing the deal. It had been a hard few months but Helen felt at last it had been worth it. Helen was forty-five. Five feet seven and slim. Her golden curly hair shone brightly. She more than held her own against the younger women. Her slim waist and medium breasts got her noticed by all the men of the firm. When Helen arrived at reception, Jenny Harper, the young receptionist spoke to her. "Oh, Mrs Slattery, Mr Bowman said he wanted to see you the moment you got back." "Thanks Jenny," she responded politely and headed for Mr Bowman's office. Denis Bowman was the sixty-two year old senior partner of the firm. 'He's really keen on this contract.' thought Helen. As she arrived at the office, Jane Sharpe, Denis Bowman's secretary greeted her. "Hi Helen. How are things going?" "Just great, Jane. I think he wants to see me?" Jane buzzed. "Mrs Slattery to see you, sir." "Send her right in," came the reply. Denis Bowman was sitting at his desk, reading through paperwork and puffing one of his huge cigars. "Ah Helen, good. How are negotiations coming along?" "They're coming on fine Mr Bowman. I think another week or so should do it." "You see the reason why asked was that David Lyons rang me. He is most anxious that we seal the deal and wishes to continue the negotiations at the Carrington hotel over dinner at seven." "But Mr Bowman, I promised Jim I'd be home early. I've been out late all this week." Jim, was Helen's forty- eight year old husband. "I am sorry, Helen but we desperately need this contract. We have to get it at any price. Your job and all the others depend on it." Denis Bowman wasn't lying when he said that. The slump in the market had made business very scare and this contract was very lucrative. It would keep them going for another few years. "I won't have time to change." "That won't be necessary. It'll be a working dinner." Helen returned to her office dejected. Now she would have to phone Jim and tell him the news. When she rang and told him, he was disappointed but understood. They both did because the mortgage on their home depended on both their incomes. Helen arrived at the Carrington, just before seven. She was intrigued about this working dinner. David Lyons never mentioned it earlier in the day and she was under impression that they had covered everything. When she got to reception she explained she had an appointment to see Mr Lyons. "Oh yes. Mr Lyons is expecting you in his suite on the third floor. Number 314." Helen took the lift to the third floor and felt uneasy. She went over in her mind about her earlier meeting. 'Have I forgotten something? What has David thought of now?' Helen put her briefcase down and looked at herself in the hall mirror to make sure her business suit of grey jacket and skirt that was slightly above her knees, were clean and had no creases. She also made sure her white blouse was buttoned all the way up. When she knocked at room 314 the door was opened by a young man in a white waiter's jacket and beckoned her in. "Ah, Mrs Slattery. Good of you to accept my invitation." "I'm really not sure why I'm here, Mr Lyons. I thought we had more or less covered everything." "Please indulge an old man, Mrs Slattery. There are some points of the contract I would like to smooth over and we can do so socially over dinner." Helen could see the small square table was already set with lit candles. David Lyons gracefully eased a chair out and allowed Helen to sit. When he was seated he rang a small bell and the four course meal was served by both young men and women. When they completed the meal and the table was cleared away, Helen took up her briefcase and was about to open it when David Lyons spoke up. "Please, let us sit over here and be more comfortable." he was pointing to a settee facing a log fire. Helen sat down and opened her briefcase. She put plans on the little table. In the meantime David Lyons sat beside her and handed her a glass of brandy. "Thank you," she said politely. "So what loose ends exactly do you want to tie up?" David Lyons moved closer. "Well, there's the estimate for the contract. " "I don't understand. I thought we had agreed..." Well, there's one sure way of sealing the deal and he put his hand on her smooth, nylon covered leg and began to feel his way up her skirt. Helen jumped up enraged. "Mr Lyons. How dare you? I'm a married woman," and with that, she turned and was about to head for the door. "I'm sorry Mrs Slattery. Mr Bowman gave me the impression that you were prepared to seal this contract." "Yes, but..." Helen stopped in confusion. "I see. You don't want the contract." "Yes. We do, but..." Helen paused again and thought. "I'll have to phone Mr Bowman." "Be my guest," responded Lyons. Helen stepped outside into the hall and flipping open her phone she rang Denis Bowman and tried to explain what happened. "Just get that contract Helen. Don't bother coming back without it." "Yes, but..." Her phone went dead. "Fuck you Bowman," she said under her breath. When Helen returned the suite she found Lyons dressed in a silver dressing gown. "Please, Mr Lyons. I'm a happily married woman..." Lyons cut her off. "Now look doll. Do you want the contract or don't you?" Denis Bowman's words came back to haunt her. 'Don't come back without the contract.' Helen simply bowed her head in silence. Lyons signalled her to follow him to the adjoining bedroom. Lyons walked over and slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. Helen remained silent and did not resist even after her whistled when he saw her breasts straining in her low cut red lace bra. Helen blushed and closed her eyes as he gently licked the exposed top of her breasts. Although the tingling excited her a little, she still remained silent. A tear fell from her eye as she felt the zipper of her skirt being pulled down and the loosened garment fell to the ground, exposing her matching red knickers, that, despite being surrounded by her black tights, were still quite visible. Now with her blouse completely free, he eased it from her body and Helen simply allowed it to fall to the carpeted floor. As Lyons began to kiss, nibble and suck her bare neck, Helen struggled to maintain her silence. She grunted a little but still resisted the temptation to moan. Lyons' hands went around Helen's back and the unfortunate woman felt her bra being unsnapped and Lyons pulled it gently from her upper body and simply dropped it to the floor. Instantly her nipples hardened. He sucked and licked her naked breasts and each moment her nipples were lashed by his tongue, Helen Slattery felt her resolve beginning to erode. Her imminent collapse finally came as his hand made its past the rim of her tights and began to gently rub along her pussy bush. "Oh my God" she slowly exclaimed as she rapidly became wet. Lyons pushed her gently onto the bed, on her back and as before, Helen made no resistance when Lyons simultaneously rolled down her tights and knickers. Indeed it was with a certain unwanted excitement that she aided the process by raising her arse. Lyons quickly stripped and mounted his waiting prey. His deep, passionate kiss took Helen completely by surprise and she simply surrendered to his wishes. He kissed, sucked and nibbled Helen's neck. The tingling sensation of this sensuous action made Helen shudder with excitement. He proceeded down her naked body, continuing his licking, sucking and nibbling in alternate intervals. When her reached her breasts and worked her nipples gently with his tongue, Helen could no longer resist. "Ooooh," she moaned, in long dragged out tones. Continuing down her slim waist, Lyons continued his gentle stroking and Helen continued her soft joyful moaning. When Lyons reached her pussy, his tongue ravenously lashed her, pushing through her bush and past her pussy lips and excited her wet clit. By now, Helen Slattery was lost in her own world of lust and desire. The disappointment she felt at Lyons' withdraw his tongue was quickly replaced by the joy she felt as he inserted his huge hardened rod deep inside her. Her body reacted excitedly and she placed her hands on his bare hips as if to guide is actions. The pace was initially slow but picked up at each stroke. Helen's body, too, soon developed a rhythm that satisfied them both. Helen had not enjoyed this level of sex in years. The physical exertion began to take their on both of them as they perspired and their breathing began deeper and deeper. At last, Helen felt her juices beginning to gather. She felt too, that her "lover" was very close to cumming. When she felt the hot sensation as his cum was released inside her and her love juices flowed to meet it, Helen Slattery gave a deep sigh of sexual gratification. Lyons too, sighed heavily. The combination of fucking each other and their full day of work exhausted both of them and they rapidly fell asleep, feeling secure in each other's arms. Helen was the first to wake up. The early morning sunshine was almost blinding. She looked at her watch. "Oh my God. Seven thirty!" She gently slipped out of her still sleeping "lover's" embrace and rushed naked to the en suite shower. As the warm spray slowly washed away her tiredness, Helen debated in her mind just how she was going to say to Jim. She couldn't tell him the truth. He wouldn't believe it anyway. If it was her she wouldn't believe it either. She'd think of something. Helen was still in deep thought when the rough hands of David Lyons gripped her wet, naked breasts. "Please, Mr Lyons. I've got to get to work." "But this is work, sweetheart. The price of the contract." Helen could feel his huge dick rubbing against her arse. Then, suddenly he drove his rod between her arse cheeks and rammed deep inside her. The ramming went on for several minutes. Each stroke was faster than the last one. It was Helen's first anal experience and she hated it. For the sake of the contract, she pretended to enjoy it, giving the odd, unconvincing moan for good measure. At last Helen felt the sensation of hot cum exploding inside her and she gave a sigh of relief as it did so. Helen got dressed. "Well, you are a good fuck. As far as I'm concerned the contract is yours." Helen's delight upon hearing this news was short lived. "The deal must of course, be ratified by my partners." "When will that be?" "This weekend ." "And when will I know?" "Oh, you'll know this weekend too, when you argue your case." "I don't understand." "Well, let me make it quite clear. My partners, Bill Lomax and Steve Cahill will be meeting aboard Bill's yacht off the south of France. You'll have an opportunity to put your case to both men." "This weekend? I can't..." "Look Mrs Slattery, do you want the contract or don't you?" A dejected Helen nodded. "Good. I'll contact Bill to pick you up in Nice. And as for your boss, just tell him you're a third of the way there and should have it all wrapped by the weekend, if you play your cards right." Lyons grinned. "Goodbye, Mrs Slattery." Helen left the hotel and headed for her car. 'This deal gets worse with each passing moment' she thought, as she drove to the office. *** That Friday morning, Jim drove Helen to the airport. He didn't like the fact she would be away all weekend and he made his feelings be known. He would like it even less if he knew just she had to do to secure the contract. She had to fuck David Lyons and now she had to satisfy the other members of the consortium and she wasn't looking forward to it. When Helen arrived in Nice she headed for the gate when she heard her name being called. "Mrs Slattery?" Helen turned round and a young man in his early twenties stood there. He extended his hand. "Hallo there. I'm Bill Lomax." For a moment, Helen was stunned into silence. "Bill Lomax? I'm sorry. I was expecting someone older." Bill Lomax laughed. "That's ok. Don't let Dave put you off. He's the old man of the group. I'm twenty-seven and Steve is twenty-eight. We both made our money on the stock market. The consortium is really only a sideline for us. It keeps Dave happy. Here, let me get your bags." "Oh no. Please let me." "Don't be silly," smiled Bill Lomax and picked up both bags. Suddenly, Helen Slattery's apprehension seemed to melt away. It was naughty of her, she knew, but she became aware of a lust she never thought she had. A lust for this and other young men. Lomax led Helen to a large range rover and deposited her bags in the back. It was just a ten minute drive to the quayside. They arrived opposite a large yacht. Helen was very excited. She was overwhelmed by the size of the craft. "Steve, are you aboard?" shouted Lomax. Another young man in his late twenties stuck his head out of the window of the bridge. "All present and correct, Bill," he responded enthusiastically. "Just get on board and we'll be on our way." Steve Cahill spoke briefly to one of the crew before he joined Helen and Bill Lomax on deck. "Well you must be Mrs Slattery. It's nice to have a very beautiful woman aboard." Helen blushed. "You flatter me, Mr Cahill. I'm sure I'm not a patch on the young women you've known," she replied modestly. "Nonsense. Nice outfit too." Helen was dressed in a white blouse and slacks. "I wasn't sure what to wear. I didn't want to be too casual." Steve Cahill laughed. "You're dressed just fine. Bill, why don't you take our guest to her cabin?" "This way, Mrs Slattery." The cabin was surprisingly spacious. Lomax dropped Helen's bags on the floor. "Where are we sailing to?" "Oh we're just going out for a few miles. When you've put your things away and freshened up, why don't you join Steve on the bridge? I think you'll enjoy it." "Thank you. I'd love to," replied Helen, taken aback by the courtesy of both young men. Helen climbed the steps leading to the bridge and saw Steve Cahill at the wheel. He looked at her. "Well. What do you think? A fine view, isn't it?" "Yes it is. It's breath taking." Steve Cahill turned to one of the crewmen and signalled to him to take the wheel. "Let me show about the ship." Helen followed him on her guided tour. He eventually stopped at a cabin and opened the door. "This is my cabin" When she went in, Helen could see a cooled bottle of champagne and glasses. Steve smiled. "I thought we'd celebrate the contract. Sit down and make yourself comfortable." Helen sat on the settee and Steve opened the bottle and each of them a drink. She sipped it and placed the glass on the table. "Does this mean we have the contract?" Steve sat beside her and laughed. "Patience, Mrs Slattery. There certain, ...er ... formalities." "Formalities?" "Well, I'm sure Dave explained," and with that Steve eased over and kissed her. Helen wanted to resist. Two things stopped her. One was getting the contract. The was that Steve, like Bill Lomax was young and handsome. Once again when Steve slowly unbuttoned her blouse , revealing her white lace bra, she made no resistance. Indeed, she simply welcomed his advances, as his hand gently squeezed her breast through her bra, which excited her. Almost like a symmetrical move, Helen unbuttoned Steve's shirt, revealing his young bare chest. It seemed to drive her wild as she passionately returned his kisses. Steve moved his hands round her back and unsnapped her bra, causing her breasts to spring forth. His gentle kissing and nibbling of her neck made Helen shudder with excitement and she released a soft brief moan. Steve eased Helen back on the settee and began to open her slacks. Helen kicked off her shoes and when he began to pull her slacks and knickers she was only too willing to ease her arse up to help him. As she lay naked on the settee, Helen watched with excitement as Steve undressed rapidly. She began to get wet just looking at this young man's perfect body. She couldn't understand it. She had been happily married to Jim for over twenty years had never even thought of looking at another man. Now that conservative exterior had given way to a lust filled mind that craved young cock. As Steve descended gently to her, Helen opened her arms as if welcoming a new lover. He kissed her passionately. He kissed and nibbled her neck, working his way to her firm naked breasts. The tingling sensation of his tongue as it wrapped around her nipples was too much for Helen and she cried out, "Oh my God Steve. More, please, more. Don't stop," she begged. Encouraged by Helen's words, Steve lashed her breasts with increased ferocity. This in turn made Helen lose what little sense of conservative morality she had left as she began to moan deeper and deeper. As Steve travelled down her slim waist to her already wet pussy, Helen Slattery was already consumed with lust. As his tongue gently lashed her pubic area and love box she could feel her love juices already gathering. His tongue was swiftly replaced by his hardened cock and he began to pound her. The rhythm, slow at first, picked up pace with each stroke. Helen's own body reacted and moved in tandem with his creating a mutually satisfying pace. Both were now lost in their own lust filled dreams. Their breathing became deeper and deeper and the perspired heavily. Soon Helen felt Steve's hot cum collide with her own juice flow and both sighed in deep satisfaction as they orgasmed. They swiftly fell asleep in each others arms. Helen had no idea how long she slept. She was woken by a knock at the door of the cabin. It was Bill Lomax. "Hey Steve, wake up. We're almost back in port." Helen suddenly came back to reality. "My God. What time is it?" Steve looked at his watch. "It's nine pm." "I need a shower." Steve smiled. "Sure. In there," and handed her a robe. He grabbed another and went up on deck. He returned just as Helen was drying her hair. In his hands he held a black dress. "Bill will be going to the casino in an hour. He'd like you to accompany him," and he handed her the clothes. Steve swiftly dressed and left her to dress. A few moments later, Helen was on deck in her black dress. It was well above her knees, much shorter than she liked and low cut, showing her firm breast line. "Wow. Bill is a lucky man tonight." Helen blushed. "I certainly hope so Steve." Helen turned and saw the young man standing there dressed in a tuxedo. Once again Helen could only lust as she saw him. Shortly after the yacht docked, Helen and Bill set off by car to the casino. It was only a short drive. It was clear to Helen that Bill was a very regular customer because as he handed the keys of the car to the attendant he was greeted with familiarity. "Good to see you again, Mr Lomax." "Good to be back, Felix," and handed him a generous tip. "Thank you sir." He took the car and drove it to a parking slot. "How about something to eat?" It was only then that Helen realised she hadn't eaten in hours and was famished. "That would be nice." Helen was deep in thought as she consumed her meal. She was struggling with different emotions. On one hand she was feeling guilty for betraying Jim. On the other, she was consumed with lust for these young men. Worse still, she eyed every handsome young man in the restaurant. It was like a dormant part of herself had been awakened and would not go back to sleep. The Price of the Contract After the meal Helen and Bill left the dining room. It was already after eleven. "Well, I'm too tired to play. Let's retire to my room." Helen followed him up, consumed with lust and desire. In the room Bill slipped his black jacket off and placed it neatly over a chair. He approached Helen and gently taking her in his arms, kissed her passionately. All Helen could do was close her eyes and totally surrender. While still kissing, Helen could feel Bill's hand slowly pull the zipper of her dress all the way down. It excited her. Even when her dress loosened, Helen only briefly broke the kiss to allow the dress to fall to the ground and step out of it, revealing her low cut black lace bra and thong. It was the sort of sexy underwear she would never wear but because she wanted the contract so badly Helen had decided to pull out all the stops. Besides, Helen Slattery had something else. Something she thought she'd never have. Not one, but two young studs to make love to and she was determined to enjoy every moment of it. Bill kissed and nibbled Helen's neck bringing a slow moan of satisfaction from he older woman. As he continued his kissing and nibbling, Bill worked his way to Helen's shoulder, halting momentarily to ease her straps down and unsnap her bra. Once again Helen allowed it to fall to the floor without question. Bill now began to suck and lick her hardened nipples and Helen could no longer contain herself. "Oh my God, Bill. Keep going. Please, don't stop," she groaned. Helen was now completely lost in her lust. When she felt herself being lifted by Bill and gently placed on the bed she imagined herself to be a medieval damsel being rescued by her prince. Bill spread her long slim legs and slowly removed her thong. He stripped quickly and gently mounted the waiting woman. They resumed their kissing. Bill again moved to her shoulder and breasts with his tongue, licking, sucking and nibbling on the way. Helen continued to moan deeper and deeper as he did so. When he reached her pussy, his tongue made its way past her pussy lips and the lashing she received excited Helen's clit. "Oh fuck, " she exclaimed several times. It was never like this with Jim and she didn't want it to end. When she felt the young man's hardened cock enter her pussy, Helen took hold of his bare hips and acted as if she was guiding it in. The pounding was slow at first but picked up speed at each stroke. Helen's own body reacted by moving in sync with Bill's movements giving them both a mutually satisfying rhythm. With each stroke their breathing became deeper and deeper. They were both now lost in their own sexual joy. The heat produced from their exertions made them perspire heavily. Soon, Helen's love juices began to build. She could feel too that Bill was close to cumming. As his hot cum exploded inside her and her own juices flowed, both Helen and he sighed deeply. They cuddled each other lovingly and swiftly fell asleep. *** The following morning Helen was awoken by gentle prodding on her shoulder. The early morning sun was almost blinding. She looked up to see a fully dressed and sitting on the side of the bed. "Good morning," he said with a smile. "My God. What time is it?" asked Helen in a panic. "Relax, Mrs Slattery. It's only eight thirty. Why don't you shower and get dressed? I'll meet you in the foyer and we can have breakfast." Bill left the room. As she showered, Helen couldn't help but to fantasise about Steve and Bill. They were both young and handsome, and from her own experience, wonderful lovers. Helen found Bill in the foyer and they had breakfast in the restaurant. Helen, with some unease, raised the issue of the contract. "I think you can assume the contract is yours, Mrs Slattery. Steve and I are more than pleased." Helen was delighted. "Oh Mr Lomax, thank you, thank you," she repeated. Bill blushed. "Please Mrs Slattery, call me Bill. We'll all sign the contract on Monday at Dave's office at eleven." "Mr Bowman, I'm sure be delighted to do that, Mr err, Bill." "No. You'll have to sign it." "But I'm not a partner. I'm just an employee." "It's already been decided. Denis Bowman has delegated you to sign on his behalf. It's part of the deal." All Helen could do was nod. *** On Sunday evening, Helen Slattery walked through the airport lounge in a daze. She was confused about her feelings. She loved Jim, her husband and yet she couldn't help thinking of the wonderful sexual adventure she had this weekend. Her train of thought was broken by a familiar voice. "Helen," shouted Jim. "Well. How did it go?" "Oh, we got the contract." "So why so gloomy?" "Oh. I'm just tired." Jim picked up her bags and they headed for the car. All the time she couldn't help thinking about what she had to do to get it. How she had lowered herself to fucking for it and what was worse, she had enjoyed it. Even more disturbing for Helen Slattery was the fact that she couldn't help looking at all the young men in the town and fantasise about fucking them. That night as they made love, Helen simply imagined it was Steve or Bill she was fucking. *** On Monday morning, Helen drove to David Lyons' office. She was thinking of her weekend adventure and sighed. 'Ah well. Nothing left to do now but sign the paper.' She was still puzzled as to why they insisted that she and not Denis Bowman or one of the other partners should do it. When she arrived at the office the first thing she noticed was a woman in her mid forties at the desk. She wasn't the secretary she met on her last visit. The woman looked up at Helen. "Yes?" she asked rather abruptly. Helen introduced herself and explained she was here to sign the new contract. The woman got up. "Follow me," again in an abrupt tone. Helen was uneasy. The woman led her down a corridor and not to David Lyons' office as she expected. When they reached the room at the end the woman opened the door and suddenly turning to Helen grabbed her arm in a tight grip and literally hurled her into the room. A younger woman in her twenties grabbed Helen and prevented her from falling to the floor. She swung Helen around to face the older woman and held her arms tightly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" yelled Helen. The older woman spoke. "So you're the bitch who fucked my husband." Helen was in shock. "Your husband?" "David Lyons is my husband," she snarled. Helen was stunned. "I didn't know he was married." "As if my husband wasn't enough you fucked their boyfriends," said the older woman, looking at the younger women who restrained Helen. "No. You've got this all wrong. They all said if I didn't agree to have sex with them we'd lose the contract." "You slutty bitch. You fucked them all for money. You cheap whore," yelled the older woman. Helen just wanted to melt away. The woman was right. She had whored herself for the contract. She never felt so cheap. "What have you got in there that we haven't?" First, she opened Helen's jacket and then began to unbutton her white blouse. Helen tried to protest. "Get off me," she shouted. Something like an electric shock made Helen yell and then she was unable to move. "If you don't behave you'll feel even more pain. Is that clear?" Helen said nothing. At the same time as the last button of her blouse was opened, Helen felt the zipper on her grey skirt open and it fell to the ground. "Well, how the hell did you intend to sign the contract? With your pussy? Look at that underwear." Helen reddened. She was wearing a low cut black lace bra. Her tan tights were see through and failed to hide her skimpy matching tong. Since her weekend with Bill and Steve, she had felt more adventurous. Now it had backfired. She certainly didn't expect to find herself confronted by a wife and girlfriends. Helen suddenly felt a hand pull the rim of her tights .and make its way into her tong. The rubbing sensation on her pussy excited her. "P-please stop. Don't do this. Please," begged Helen. "The bitch is wet," yelled the older woman. "Get the rest off." Soon Helen was naked and too afraid to protest. The women put Helen lying on the carpeted floor face up. The older woman put her hand under her own skirt and slipped her knickers down. She descended on Helen and forced her mouth to receive her hairy pussy. "Start eating my pussy you bitch and it better be good." Helen felt she had no choice, it was either that or suffocate. As her tongue began to lick the woman's pussy, Helen felt the wonderful sensation of her breasts being licked and sucked alternately. Her preoccupation licking and sucking pussy prevented her moaning. Helen also felt her long slim legs being forced apart and a tongue gently began to lick her pussy. The excitement was obvious on the woman's face and when her clit was excited, she began moan. "Oh my God. You are good. Keep going bitch." In the meantime, Helen's body began to react excitedly to the others as they licked nibbled and sucked her love box and breasts. Both Helen and the older woman orgasmed together and they both gave sighs of both joy and relief. The older woman got up and pulled her knickers back up. "You're a good pussy licker, bitch." "Our turn," said one of the young women. Helen was forced to her knees. Like the older woman. The younger women raised their skirts and slipped their knickers down. Helen's head was held firmly by the older woman and she began to lick and suck each pussy alternatey. Soon both women orgasmed and Helen fell to the ground totally exhausted. After a brief period in which Helen gathered her composure a voice came over an intercom. "That was wonderful ladies. Well done. You've all earned your pay." The women began to dress when the door opened and David Lyons, Steve Cahill and Bill Lomax entered the room. Helen hastily tried to cover her nudity by grabbing her blouse and covering her breasts. She also got her skirt on. Dave Lyons spoke up. "Well Mrs Slattery here's the contract. All you have to do is put your own signature to it and it's yours." Helen took the pen and signed it. "Don't be angry, Mrs Slattery. I told you there was a price to pay for the contract and you've done it. We look forward to doing business with the firm." Helen drove home and showered. Having changed she drove back to the office and presented Denis Bowman with the signed documents. "Well done Helen. I think I can promise you a bonus in your salary this month." That made Helen smile. *** The following Saturday afternoon Helen was sitting outside her favourite café. She was just picking at food on her plate. Her emotions were in turmoil. She had fucked three men and taken part in a lesbian orgy, all to secure a contract and keep her job. The fact that she had been unfaithful to Jim wasn't bothering her. Well maybe slightly. What really bothered her was fucking Steve Cahill and Bill Lomax. These twenty something young men had awakened feelings inside her that she couldn't understand. From the moment she had fucked Steve and Bill, Helen Slattery simply couldn't keep her eyes off all the young men in town and fantasising about being seduced or raped by them. Even her forced lesbian experience excited her. She was deep in these thoughts when she heard a familiar voice. "Hi Helen. Congratulations on getting the contract." Helen jumped. "Oh Lucy. You startled me." It was Lucy Jenner, Jim's younger sister. She was ten years younger than Jim. She was tall slim and to Helen, very beautiful. "Why so glum? You got the contract didn't you? What's bothering you Helen?" Helen suddenly became nervous. "Oh Luce. I can't tell you. Honestly, I just can't," and with that tears formed in her eyes as she got up to go. Lucy put her hand on Helen's shoulder. "Helen we've known each other a long time. I'm your sister but first I'm your friend. You can trust me. That I promise you. Tell you what, the car is parked around the corner, why don't we go to my flat and we can talk in private?" Helen nodded. When they arrived at Lucy's flat Helen was amazed at the size of it. "Wow. I'd forgotten how big this place is." Lucy chuckled. "I got it as part of the divorce agreement with Dan. It suits me well. Drink?" "I need a stiff one," replied Helen. "Sit down and relax. I'll be back in a moment." Lucy returned with two large brandies. She handed one to Helen who took a sip and took a deep breath. "Oh Lucy. I don't know where to begin." "Well why don't you start at the beginning and work it from there?" Helen told Lucy everything. Lucy remained passive and took everything in. Helen burst into tears. "Oh Luce, please don't tell Jim." Lucy took her to her shoulder and comforted her. "Of course I won't Helen. You're my friend. Anyway all you did was fuck for a contract but I don't think that's what's bothering you, is it?" "What do you mean?" "Come off it Helen. The way you spoke about those two young studs. You've got a craving for young cock." Helen blushed. "Don't be embarrassed, Helen. Why do you think Dan and I divorced? I needed a virile young lover and Dan wasn't it." "Well how did you deal with it?" Lucy just gave a wry smile but didn't answer. "Jim's away this weekend, isn't he?" "Well, yes. He won't be back until Monday." "So why don't you stay here with me for the weekend?" "Oh Lucy, I couldn't impose..." "Nonsense. I need the company and besides you want to know how I deal with my cravings, don't you?" she grinned mischievously. Lucy picked up her phone and dialled. "Hi, Gerry. It's Lucy. Have you two available for tonight? Say, around nine? Very funny Gerry. One for me and one for my roommate. That's fine." Lucy hung up. "What are you up to?" asked Helen nervously. "Relax Helen. So how was your first lesbian experience?" Helen blushed again. "It was confusing. I was forced but..." she trailed off. "But there was enjoyable moments?" "Yes." "Come with me." Lucy took Helen by the hand. "Where are we going?" Lucy didn't answer. She simply Helen to a bedroom. They both sat on the bed and Lucy stared deep into Helen's eyes. It was almost hypnotic. "You know Helen. What I said about being your friend, I meant it. I've had a crush on you for years now." Helen was startled and realised what was about to happen. "Please Luce, we shouldn't." "Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to happen. Trust me," and with that Lucy landed a deep passionate that Helen was either unable or unwilling to avoid. Lucy kissed Helen's neck and whispered in her ear. "Just relax do as I do." Lucy began to slowly unbutton Helen's chequered shirt while still kissing her neck. Helen too reacted to this by slowly unbuttoning Lucy's black blouse. She couldn't understand it. She never felt like this before. They eased each other's shirts off and discarded them, revealing their bras. Lucy's was simple plain white and contrasted Helen's low cut black lace. Lucy slipped Helen's shoulder straps down and Helen imitated her. They both discarded the bras in the same manner as their blouses. Lucy began to lick and suck Helen's nipples, much to her delight. "Oh my God, Luce it's wonderful." Lucy continued down Helen's waist. Sucking, nibbling and licking as she went. All the while, Helen's moans became louder and louder. As Lucy unsnapped her jeans, Helen took them by the sides and them down along with her knickers. Suddenly she swung Lucy around onto her back and opening her slacks, she rolled them down along with her knickers. Helen mounted Lucy and passionately kissed her. She kissed Lucy's neck, her shoulder and finally reached her large breasts and began to lick, suck and nibble each breast alternatively. Lucy's joy was apparent as her sister gently caressed her breasts with her tongue. "Oh fuck, Helen. That's it. Keep going. Keep going." Moving down Lucy's slim waist, Helen came to Lucy's pussy and was about to insert her tongue past her pussy lips well Lucy cried out. "No, wait. I have a better idea. She signalled Helen to come to her and in a moment they formed into a sixty-nine position and both women licked and sucked pussy with furious venom. Soon both their juices began to flow and as they orgasmed together they gave out a mutual sigh of relief and satisfaction, leaving them gasping for breath. Lucy turned to her sister, "You know Helen, for a lesbian novice, you're one hell of a lover." Helen smiled. "I only dread to think what Jim would say if he found out." "My dear woman, what Jim doesn't know won't hurt him." "My God, I'm so tired, Luce." "Then close your eyes and just sleep. We've got loads of time." Helen did so and soon fell into a slumber. When Helen woke up the first image she saw was a naked Lucy in front of the mirror about to cover her nudity with a bathrobe. It was only then that Helen really appreciated how beautiful her sister really was. Her hair was wrapped with towel like a turban. She clearly had just showered. She said to Helen. "Well hello lover. Why don't you get showered? I'll have something for you to eat when you're dressed." Lucy laid out a green dress on the bed. "You can wear this and the underwear is brand new." After she showered, Helen put on the black lace low cut bra and matching thong. They fitted perfectly. It made her wonder if her sister had planned this all along. She didn't care though because she had had the most wonderful sexual experience one she never knew was possible. The dress too was perfect and it exposed the top of her medium breasts. When she went to the dining room she found Lucy wearing a similar dress except hers was red. The meal was light and Lucy got up to clear the dishes. "Oh let me help you, Lucy." "Nonsense go into the living room. Our guests will be here soon." "Guests? Oh I forgot. What are you up to Lucy?" Lucy laughed. "You'll find out soon enough. How do you feel after our love making?" Helen blushed. "Oh Lucy, you made me feel like, like..." she trailed off. "Like a different women?" "Yes. Yes, that's exactly it. I've never felt like that before." Lucy kissed her cheek. "You haven't seen anything yet, kid." She took the dishes to the kitchen and Helen sat on the settee. Lucy was still in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. "Get that, will you Helen?" Helen was full of anxiety as she headed for the door. That anxiety melted away as soon as she saw the two handsome young men in grey suits and bearing flowers. Her anxiety was suddenly replaced by lust. One of the young men spoke. "Wow. You must be Lucy's roommate." "Come on in boys and make yourselves comfortable," shouted Lucy from the kitchen in a tone of familiarity. Lucy came out. "Jack. It's good to see you again," and kissed him. "Hello Lucy. This is Bob." Lucy kissed him. "This is my roommate Helen. You'll take special care of her tonight. Won't you, Bob?" Bob smiled. "Of course I will." All four sat down after Lucy had handed out some drinks and they began to chat to each other. Helen found Bob very exciting. She imagined a well toned, youthful body under those clothes. He was well mannered and courteous. He was a good conversationalist too. He seemed to be able to talk about anything and keep it interesting. Eventually Lucy and Jack got up. "We'll leave you dear people to yourselves." smiled Lucy and led Jack to her bedroom. Helen suddenly became shy and uneasy. She jumped when she felt Bob's hand on her shoulder. He said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Can I get you another drink?" Helen shook her head. "I, I'm sorry. You must think I'm silly." Bob took her hand and placed it in his. "Of course not. You're nervous. I was on my first time too." The Price of the Contract Helen found Bob's words soothing. "You are so kind and gentle." "Why don't we take our drinks into the bedroom? We can talk there. Helen nodded and as Bob led the way she found her lust returned and she was no longer timid or afraid. In the room they placed their drinks on the table. Helen suddenly leapt at Bob and taking hold of his head, kissed him deeply. With her free hand she began to unbutton his shirt. Bob's hand went to Helen's back and gently slid the zipper down. The dress slipped from her shoulders and onto the floor revealing her black underwear. Helen explored Bob's bare chest and it drove her wild as she continued to kiss him passionately. She felt her bra being unsnapped and she let fall freely to the ground. Bob lifted her and carried to the bed and eased her on her back. She slipped her knickers off and Bob removed his remaining garments. He carefully mounted Helen and began to kiss her. He moved to her shoulder and then to her breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling as he went. Helen was either unable or unwilling to resist moaning. The mere fact of his gentle touch excited her. The tingling sensation as he travelled down her waist made her whole body jump. "Oh my God," she repeated several times. When Bob reached her pussy, his tongue beating at her pussy lips made her yell out. "Oh fuck Bob. Please more, please," she begged. Soon he withdrew his tongue and gently eased his cock inside Helen and began to pump her. His thrusting was at first slow, building speed at each stroke. Helen's body reacted to her lover's movements and they both gradually settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. With each stroke they both began to breath deeper and deeper and the heat generated made them perspire. Helen could feel her love juices beginning to gather and she was wrapped in excitement and lust. "Oooh" she moaned several times. Each moan was louder than the last. Finally, Bob's cum swept inside her like a lava flow and her own juices flowed to meet it. Both lovers gave deep sigh of sexual fulfilment. After a few moments in which both gathered their breath and their thoughts, Helen turned to Bob and kissed him. "Oh Bob. Thank you. This night means so much to me. Don't leave me, please," she begged and settled her head on his bare chest. Embracing him, Helen gradually fell asleep. *** Helen Slattery was woken by a knock on her room door. "Helen, are you awake hon.?" Helen turned and found Bob gone and a single rose beside her. "Yes Luce," she replied somewhat disappointed. Lucy opened the door. She sat down on the bed and handed Helen a cup of tea. "So how was it?" "Oh Lucy. I felt like a different woman. Bob was wonderful. I wish it could happen again." "Any time you want. All you have to do is call them." "I don't understand Luce. Who are they?" Lucy smiled. "We don't ask each other questions. Bob and Jack are part of a sort of club. They crave mature pussy, just as we crave young cock. They get what they want and we get what we want and everybody is happy." "I couldn't ask Bob to my place." "That's why I'm giving you my spare key. You can come and go as you please." "Oh Lucy. You are so good," and she kissed her. "What about us?" "I love you Helen. I always have." With that Lucy slipped off her gown and got in beside her. Their love making was something Helen had never experienced before nor did she enjoy it so much. *** On Monday morning Helen Slattery drove to work. She reflected on the her adventures of the past two weeks. She had secured the contract by fucking to three business men. She had sex with women that were clearly paid by Dave Lyons and his partners. Her own craving for young men had come to the surface and she allowed herself to be seduced by such a young man. Added to all this, she had found a lover in her own sister. All this was the price of the contract. Was it worth it? Helen thought so as she drive into the car park with a beaming smile.