3 comments/ 29012 views/ 8 favorites Helen Ch. 01 By: Philippasubmaid This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered male. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults the read no further ......... other wise enjoy Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue...... What can I say about Helen, a true submissive blonde bimbo whore. Perhaps I should go back to the beginning. I first chatted online to Helen in a TV chat room. Helen is, if a label is needed, a transgender, male to female. She had changed her name legally to Helen, and lived as a woman. She was successful in business and was used to being in charge and making decisions on a daily basis, even her boyfriend did as he was told. It transpired that she had long had a desire to submit to a Dom, that's where I came in. We continued chatting and found her hard limits which were few. She confessed that seeing a woman tied up helpless and reduced to tears really turned her on, that was a good starting point for me. She said that she was fed up of being in charge all the time and wanted to be totally controlled and out of control. The was fine by me I liked my girls compliant and willing and it would be interesting to educate an intelligent woman into the ways of being a submissive whore and pain slut. We arranged for her to come to my home on a Sunday afternoon and for her to be available until the Monday morning. We discussed 'safe' words and it was left that I would contact her with instructions nearer the time. As the date approached I spent some time preparing for her visit and deciding in my own mind how she should arrive and how I would train my new whore. I emailed her and gave her the following instructions for her journey. "Before leaving home you will dress to please me. You will insert a butt plug. You will wear a corset and stockings, a sheer top so your bra is visible, a very short skirt and a g-string. Your shoes should be the highest most uncomfortable heels you have. You will also need a couple of changes of clothing including a short maids uniform. Because of where I live (in the middle of nowhere) you will drive to the garage we discussed before and wait for me. You know my car. When I arrive you will get out of the car and come over to mine and lean through the window to give me a kiss, you will then go back to your car, lean in through the driver's window as if getting something, wait 10 seconds then come back to me and lean through my window again. I will then give you your next instructions. Just be there on time, if you are not there when I arrive then I will leave without you." I don't know how long she had been waiting when I got to the garage but waiting she was. As I pulled in I made sure there was a clear view from my driver's window to the main forecourt which was busy. She got out of her car and walked over to me, she was all I hoped for, blonde, her own hair bobbed, not stunning but very presentable with her own tits, although that was hard to tell though her clothes. As she started to lean into my car I moved away from her and 'accidentally' hit the horn. Heads turned in the forecourt and judging by the length of her skirt there must have been some that saw her ass exposed. She kissed me and walked back to her car. As she bent into it I saw what the forecourt had seen, a nice bare ass with the g-string settled into her ass crack and appearing to hold the butt plug in. She returned to me already looking embarrassed and as she bent in again I hooted the horn again and grabbed her by her hair, holding her in the bent position. "How does it feel to be on display like a cheap whore." I said, "I suspect this lot here are thinking I am negotiating with a whore for a quick trick." She visibly blanched at what I said, up to then it hadn't dawned on her what it looked like. "Now get in your car and follow me." I said starting the engine and letting go of her hair. She scurried as quickly as she could in her 'fuck me heels' back to her car and pulled out after me. Once home we got out of our cars and she got her bag and followed me to the front door. Once unlocked she followed me into the hall. I turned to face her and she said "Thank you ....." She got no further as I slapped her hard. "You never speak unless spoken to" I said angrily. She bowed her head and I knew at that point that she was going to make a perfect submissive. "Now turn round." She did as she was asked and I pulled her hands behind her back and clicked on the handcuffs that were on the hall table. I then bent down and fitted the ankle cuffs with the short chain between them that would restrict the speed at which she walked. Next followed the belt that I fitted just above her elbows and tightened as hard as I could, she gasped a little as I nearly got her elbows together. Finally I put on the dogs collar and lead. I then pushed her so she had to turn round. " Now let's see what we have." I said feeling her breasts though her blouse. She had told when we chatted that her nipples were very sensitive and this was born out as they swelled between my fingers as I tweaked them gently. Her breasts were nice and while quite small they appeared larger because of the belt fitted around her elbows that had the effect of forcing them forward and outwards. I played with them gently at this point while I informed her of some of the commands that I expected her to obey instantly. "Command one is Knees, you will drop to your knees and open your mouth for me, looking upwards at me." "Command two is Ass, you will drop to your knees and lean forwards with your head on the floor so your ass is raised and vulnerable." "You will not speak unless spoken to, if you really need to communicate then you have your safe word to stop proceedings, use it wisely because although I will always stop, abuse it, and I will punish you for it." I squeezed her cheeks together while talking with one hand forcing her to open her mouth. I then used the finger of the other hand to probe inside her mouth feeling her teeth, a bit like you do with a brood mare, although this one would not be bred just used. "Now spread your legs and stand perfectly still I want to inspect you." She spread her legs and I reached forward, lifted her skirt, pulled her thong aside and grabbed her balls in my hand, gently which immediately aroused her. Having got her balls in my hand I said "Who gave you permission to get an erection" and with that I started twisting her balls until I felt her going up on tiptoes trying to get away. To be fair she did not cry out or whimper which, while admirable and showed me what a pain slut she was, was a little disappointing for me. I then moved round her, parted her ass cheeks pushed hard on the butt plug to drive it deeper into her before moving back in front of her. Her blouse was easy to unbutton and i reached into her bra and felt for her nipple which immediately hardened. I teased them then pinched and twisted, after all she should not have pleasure without pain, she would learn that lesson soon enough. I stepped back "Knees" I said. She just stood there before suddenly realising what I meant. She then sunk to her knees and opened her mouth looking up to me. I slapped her. "Not quick enough." I then un-zipped my trousers got my cock out which was already dripping with pre cum and put it in her mouth. "Now make me com." She started licking and sucking me, she was good at giving head, as she had claimed and it was not long before I felt myself building up. I was determined it should not be all nice for her so I grabbed her hair and forced myself deeper, feeling my cock hit the back of her throat and her natural reaction to gag and I held myself there until she showed signs of gasping for air then I released the pressure a little and looked at her, she definitely had tears in her eyes already. I also noticed that her clitty was poking out from under her skirt so she was obviously still enjoying the humiliation of me forcing myself in and fucking her face. I then got her hair a lump in each hand either side of her head and pumped myself into her mouth, I didn't stop until I felt myself coming, and as I exploded I held myself deep inside her mouth making sure she had to swallow my seed, after all she was here to learn that she was a cum slut whore for my use. As I withdrew I noticed that a few tears must have escaped from her eyes as her mascara was a mess, she got what she wanted, but the evening had only just started, we had a whole night to look forward to. To be continued Helen Ch. 01 Disclaimer: This story is science fiction, cast in the future. No resemblance to persons, places, or events is intended or should be inferred. ***** One might ask how the rich manage to control the masses when a simple voice by the bodies of lawmakers in the democracies could demand a redistribution of the world's wealth. In earlier times it was the influence and coercion of the church that subdued the unwashed proletariat. This is well summed up by the quote: "Religion is the opiate of the people." That was then, this is now. The answer is one word: "Energy." The penultimate and quintessential source of energy is not from a star's fusion phenomenon, not from a controlled chain reaction of fission, and certainly not from fossil fuels. The working mechanism is a contained plasma field saturated with a gaseous titanium alloy. The field incarcerated protons which were then subjected to bombardment with electrons traveling at precisely 0.592 c, where c is the speed of light in free space. The result is a plasma inducing proton decay. The number 0.592 c was first published in a secondary science journal, read by few and appreciated by none. (It is the Siberian Journal of Mathematics and Physics.) Professor Gant holds the patent to the gaseous Titanium alloy. While acquiring a fortune in royalties, Gant suffers from Parkinson's disease, BPH, ED, UTI, and more abbreviated ailments. With money to spend, Professor Gant is a frequent visitor at the local "DV8 Club." His ultra-Platinum membership card gives him rights to watch the girls prepare for their shift, serving beverages, and performing both on stage and waiting tables. Did we say "Professor Gant?" Well, the truth be told, he is an All But Dissertation (ABD) non-tenured adjunct instructor. His monetary contributions gain him the title "Professor." He regards himself as the hapless academician Faust in Goethe's opera. One or two of the girls perform on stage. The rest of the girls wait on the tables. The girls are all naked save their sex devices (Dildos, Teat Clamps, Butt Plugs, and corsets). On stage the show girls perform a potpourri of deviate sexual acts. But, like strip tease and pole dancers, it is all view and no touch. Still the art and craft are entertaining. Professor Gant views this all as his "end of days" scenario. "The days of a man's life are threescore years and ten. Even if he live to fourscore by strength, it profits him not." An octogenarian Gant could not agree with the writs of scripture are true. The sex slave girl "Hellen" is Gant's favorite. He likes to arrive early to see the first girl of the club, Susi, administer enema after enema to Hellen and, as in the finale, insert an inflatable butt plug into Hellen's rectum. The rubber pump with release screw knob, is removed, leaving only a bright blue protrusion from her anus. It is an embarrassment to Hellen. She is uncomfortable with the indwelling device and its pressure in her pelvis makes vaginal sex a complete misery. One day a cowboy chanced into the club and was immediately smitten with Hellen's perfect poses, elegant transitions, and flawless pirouettes. He was determined to have her, ignoring the caveats from the regular clubbers. They say that love is blind, but it can be stupid also. While Hellen is gorgeous, intelligent, creative, and beautiful, she is a valuable asset. There is the fact that an ultra-platinum charge card pays top dollar and the competition for DV8 clubs is brutal that keeps the girls in general and Hellen in particular as assets for the club. The cowboy's handle is "Rob." He works construction. In the past he has been a "roust about" in the oil fields, a sand hog in underwater tunneling, and a commercial construction person. He works in high rise construction now, never daunted by the wind or rain. Rob will negotiate scaffolding 300 feet high without a safety rope. "Safety harnesses are for pussies" he would exclaim. Hellen caught his eye and now he makes a daily stop to fill his coffee thermos at the club. The coffee was expensive but the atmosphere enlivened Rob's day. Flashing on a large screen were three minute video clips of the girls. Rob is too interested in the here-and-now to notice the vicarious clips of the girls. He should be advised to stop, look, and listen before becoming infatuated with Hellen. Behind the oriental beauty lurks a lecherous old curmudgeon and pornography monger, Professor Gant. Some days he would notice Hellen come out of the dressing room with tears in her eyes. He might also notice cane marks from the previous evening. Whenever he could get Hellen to serve him, he would inquire about her personal life. She would politely steer clear of the details. And it is a good idea not to interest Rob in Hellen's personal life. She takes advantage of her good looks and artistic talent to go all in for compensated time. Sweet kisses, a cock swollen and tumescent with throbbing, irregular veins, and a vulva dark and moist with her oils of submission all please her. For Hellen sex is just play sex. For Gant, sex is serious business, serious expensive business. Nothing would please Professor Gant more than owning Hellen more than using her on a regular basis. If not her primary owner then one knowing a specific date and time to enjoy her. Rob would feel honored leading Hellen down the white sands by a leash... naked except for her Titanium collar. Better still showing her off in public with vaginal fluids, her honey nectar, drooling down her milky inner thighs. Susi comes up to Gant and whispers to him that Hellen has been rented for a caning after club closing. Would Gant like an encrypted streaming video or would he rather be in attendance while Susi administers the customary forty strokes on her bare bottom? "What did she do to deserve such punishment?" Gant inquires. "She is such a blab," Susi responds. "And she is much too much the object of desire by some cowboy, a bottom-feeding, low-tipping coffee drinker. He couldn't order less or tip more than the expected fifteen per cent." "I get your drift," Gant continues to listen, but Susi only says the club closing hour. Gant did gather up the mental images of a beautiful woman baring her smooth, luscious derriere to a willow cane and then having to count, thank, and beg for more. How difficult must it be for a girl to plead for more cane strokes while salty tears rivulet over hot, pink cheeks. The administrator adds insult to injury by demanding that the girl express her dark, depraved desire for more strokes. Bare bottom caning is used more to humiliate and embarrass than to injure. In fact, the old Japanese woman would say that the only two things a girl's ass is good for is sitting and caning. The next morning Rob comes in with his thermos for a coffee fill and glances around looking for Hellen. He can't seem to locate her. Susi approaches him and offers him a printed picture. It is Hellen's striped and caned ass. "This is your doings, cowboy. If you keep courting her affections there will be more canings." Rob is furious, but he somehow manages to control his anger. He bumps into Gant on his way out. He apologizes, then he remembers how smitten Gant is over Hellen. "Yo, dude," Rob asks, "do you have a moment to talk?" "What's on your mind, cowboy?" Gant answers a question with a question. But the inference is clear nonetheless. "I've been booted from the club," Rob complains, "and Hellen is being punished. I don't know what to say or do, except there's no going back to the DV8 Club for me." Susi sees the two talking and wishes to de-escalate the situation. She rushes to Gant with a stub of a receipt and interrupts the conversation saying: "Professor Gant, your ultra-Platinum credit card has been upgraded to an ultra-Platinum-Plus credit card. It has a special treat." Gant shrugs at this routine transaction. He goes into the club and leaves Rob and Susi alone. Rob, having no desire to argue with a woman, scurries to his pick up truck and drives off. Susi now must prepare a special treat for the part-time, non-tenured, teaching adjunct. What special treat could Susi concoct for a crusty old curmudgeon, lecher, and voyeur? For sure with his manifold afflictions, Professor Gant would require some extra special attention. With ailments from Erectile Dysfunction to Parkinson's disease, Susi would have to come up with something unique indeed. Such a pity that a robust work force has been pushed to the sidelines by a plethora of geriatrics. With Rob safely dispatched, Susi summons Hellen to serve. Hellen comes on naked and sporting many stripes from her forty-stroke caning the evening before. "Gentlemen," Susi announces, "here she is, Hellen. Whomever she serves may spank her already caned and bruised derriere! In fact, she will beg for such attention. Isn't that right Hellen?" "Yes, Mistress," Hellen replies. The gentlemen begin making their offers. Gant never participates directly in contact. He always prefers to sit back and watch. This is partly because of his degraded physical condition but more likely to avoid charges of sexual assault or misconduct. From time to time, a disgruntled girl will bring charges in a criminal court or seek money from a civil action. Gant views them all as "poison ivy," a leaves-of-three to avoid. The word spread like wild fire through the BDSM community that Hellen, a well-known role player and serving girl, was available for endurance. Susi smiled as cell phone cameras clicked and forwarded images of Hellen's usage across the dark internet. Now Gant would never risk being associated with the dark side; he prefers to be the "disinterested observer." He has been a patron of the DV8 Club for a long time. But as a connoisseur of the willow cane, he was actually looking forward to see Hellen beg for a spanking and endure the pain. Rob is beside himself with anxiety. He can only image a girl, already caned with forty strokes, having to present her bruised, battered bare bottom and beg and plead for a punishing, brutal beating. Girls under such a punishment regime crawl in on all fours with a cane, or riding crop, or whip in their mouth. Rob calls his friend Dave, who is much into Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, and Masochism (BDSM). Rob tells Dave of his desire to save Hellen from a caning. "You should not even think of 'saving' a BDSM girl. They have no desire to be 'saved,' as you so immaturely put it." Dave retorts. "It is a lifestyle of consent and endurance. The BDSM girl, unlike her libertarian and feminist counterparts, rarely wants for attention. The girl often has a master or mistress who grants of withholds her limits and permissions. Still, you have the hots for this girl, so I will see what can be done. It is the 'DV8 Club' and the girl is named 'hellen'? Give me a half hour and I will call you back." To be continued. Helen Ch. 01 Helen met me in the lobby and I could see that she was nervous and apprehensive. We found a quiet table. After ordering our libations I launched into what I wanted to say to her, "Helen, I spent a couple of hours thinking of our wonderful afternoon......ah .....and, I feel that I want to pursue a relationship with you, but I don't know how you feel about me. At the same time though, I also need your help on a business level to continue to do the work that you do." I felt like a high school kid on a first date. "Cid, I have to admit that I enjoyed our afternoon also," Helen said in a hushed voice. "I'm relieved to hear that you're interested in me and that you enjoyed this afternoon just as much as I did. I have to admit that I enjoyed your kiss and hugging you. I've wanted to do that with you for such a long time. But I know it makes things in the office a lot more complicated if we're emotionally involved," Helen said with a sigh. "I don't know what to do, but I do know that I want to continue to see you and see where it takes us," she said as she looked into my eyes. I could see tears forming in her eyes. I wiped them away gently with my fingers, "I gave what is happening between us a lot of thought this evening and I think the best way to deal with this is to be upfront with ourselves and everyone we deal with. What do you think?" I took her hands in mine and gave her a quick squeeze. "What do you mean?" Helen asked? I could see uncertainty in her eyes as she held my hand tightly in hers. "Well first off, I need to be honest with you. I think that I have fallen for you quite hard!" "Oh Cid!" Helen smiled through her tears. I could see the relief in her eyes. "Yes, here I am, almost two decades older than you but I feel that you're the one for me if you'll have me." "Oh Cid..." Helen said, smiling with more tears in her eyes. "I mean it. I want you in every way that I can think of. I feel like a teenager asking a gal to the prom for the first time...." I laughed. "Cid, I have to tell you that the feeling is mutual." With that Helen leaned into me and kissed me. She smiled as she stroked my cheek, then turned serious. "But how does this affect us at work?" "I think the best way to handle this is for me to have a private meeting with the brass first to explain to them what's happening between the two of us. If the company can't handle how I feel towards you, then I'll work someplace else. I lost a good woman years ago because I got wrapped up with work, and I'm not going to repeat that mistake with you." "Cid, let's not talk about you quitting. At least not until you talk with them and see what they have to say. Besides if you quit, I'm coming with you," Helen said as she squeezed my hand to add emphasis. With our game plan settled, we left the bar and went back up to our rooms. However as Helen opened the door to her room, she took my hand and said, "I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Please stay with me?" She didn't need to ask twice. As we stepped into her room, I put my arms around her waist and drew her to me. We kissed softly at first, then more forcefully as our tongues explored each other's mouths. She moaned in my mouth, "oh Cid, please make love to me tonight......." We made glorious love all night long. Our first fuck was over before it started. We were both so emotionally charged and worked up that we didn't need much to set us off! With little foreplay, Helen put my hard cock at the entrance of her vagina and off we went like rabbits. Couldn't have taken us more than a minute before Helen started to moan loudly and shake her head back and forth, "I'm cumming ....... Oh gawd ..... I'm cummmmmmingggggg ...... oh yes ..... oh yeeeeeesssssss ....." I came right after her shooting at least 5 or 6 spurts into her womb! We rested for a few minutes and used the time to kiss, to spoon ourselves, to caress each other. We ended up in a 69 where I licked her pussy until Helen had another orgasm. Helen got me hard in no time with her fellating of my dick. I lifted off and settled myself into the old missionary position. Helen guided me into her while I suckled her breasts and gave her nipples the attention that she wanted. Our love making this time was slow and unhurried, but it was even more satisfying for both of us. I woke at 6:00 am and padded over to my room as we had left the adjoining door open the day before. As I was in the shower enjoying the hot water cascading over my head and shoulders, I felt a cool breeze flutter through the room as Helen opened the door to the shower and stepped in, "Can I join you?" she asked? "Definitely," as I reached to embrace her. As we kissed, my cock quickly reacted to the incredibly beautiful and sexy woman in my arms. Helen chuckled as she widened her stance to allow my cock to lodge between her legs. "uuummmmmm, I like this......" Helen murmured as she rubbed the lips of her pussy back and forth over the top of my hard shaft. She dropped down to her knees in front of me and took the head of my hard cock in her mouth, licking off the pre-cum that had started to flow. "uummm, you cock head feels so sensuous in my mouth, I just want to lick it and tongue it...... uuummmm....." Oh that felt so good! I couldn't keep this up very long without cumming so I reached down to pick Helen up, "Honey no matter how good that was feeling, I want you to enjoy this as well." As I turned her to face away from me, Helen bent at her waist and spread her legs as I came up behind her and thrust deep into her hot and sopping wet vagina! "GAWD!" She screamed as I hilted myself in her pussy! This was all lust, almost animalistic sex! "OH GIVE IT TO ME......OH YES ....... FUCK MY PUSSY ......" Helen was screaming! With her vocal encouragement, I pounded her pussy to her delight causing her to have a huge orgasm! Helen arched her back and scrunched her fingers as she came, "I'MMMMMM CUUUMMMMING! YES! YES! YES! Oh Gawd!" she cried out. I jammed my hard cock once more as deep as I could as my cum drenched her quim! We held each other under that hot shower for at least 5 to 10 minutes not wanting to let the moment pass. However duty called so both of us had to finish getting ready for our meeting. "Helen, when we get there, why don't we find the lunch room and you hang out there until I call for you," I said. "That will give me time to let them know about us and see how they take it." So we left the hotel and made our way over to our head office. We took the elevator up to the 3rd floor which I found amusing since this was a 40 story skyscraper. Later they explained to me that after 9/11, they got to thinking that it would be harder for a plane to strike the 3rd floor versus the 40th floor. Plus they would be closer to ground floor making exits quicker. They also discovered that it made them more accessible to their clients and to the people who worked for them! Anyway, we found the lunch room and Helen went to have her coffee while I got the execs together to let them know about Helen and me. At first there was a natural concern over office romances until they realized that there wasn't much of an office other than the two of us. So no one else would feel weird. Then there was concern over how we would work together especially if one was not doing the work that needed to get done. Or if we had an argument at home, it would naturally make its presence known in the office. "Guys, I don't have all the answers however I do know that success in everything I do ranks very high with me. So you can be sure that I'll do everything that I can to see that we're successful. If Helen isn't keeping up, we'll need to take a look at what she's doing and determine if her performance is slipping or if I've dumped too much on her. And you'll have to evaluate how I'm doing and get rid of me if I can't live up to your expectations." We talked awhile more before they felt comfortable enough to let us go on. I went to retrieve Helen from the lunch room before we continued with the primary purpose of our meeting. I introduced Helen to all the fellas. Ted Hall, our president, took her hand and welcomed her to the group. "Cid tells me that you're the one who does all the work and deserves all the credit." "Oh no!" Helen replied, "he's just too modest. But thank you." We settled down to business and started to get into very involved discussions regarding existing competition, opportunities, product trends, consumer demands, etc. Helen was more than keeping up with the discussion and asking some very good questions and making a couple of suggestions that had a lot of merit to them. You could see everyone's assessment of Helen take more than a few adjustments upwards. Our meeting ended about mid-day and we had our homework assignments in the form of several new territories to ferret out. Australia, the Pacific Northwest, and Florida were identified as the new territories that offered the best opportunities for our company. Our job would be to learn more about them and then develop plans to develop the new market territories for our company. As we were gathering up our stuff, Ted came over to speak with Helen and me, "Helen, Cid, I have to say how impressed I am with both of you. When Cid came in first this morning and laid that little bomb on us about you two, I didn't know what to think. However as I sat through our meeting this morning I realized that what we have here are two people who are very dedicated to the task at hand and more than qualified to do so. And I hope that things work out personally for both of you as well. Good luck to both of you for all our sakes!" Blessings from the headman himself. As we left the meeting, I could feel the electricity running between Helen and me. She took my hand as we entered the elevator and I drew her into me. I gave Helen a quick hug and a kiss before the elevator reached the first floor and opened. "Honey, I think I'm walking on air, I feel so great!" I told Helen. "I feel so good about you and me, and what Ted told us a few minutes ago makes me feel even better!" Helen smirked at me and said, "shut up and kiss me!" What could I say? Our return flight was for the next morning so we had half a day to do whatever we felt like. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, we decided to play tourist and did the city tour, and walked the "Magic Mile." And since Chicago is supposed to be the home of the deep dish pizza, we stopped off at a sports bar to split a pizza and washed it down with some beer. By the time we returned to our hotel, it was early evening and our feet were tired from all of the walking. When we returned to our rooms, both of us flopped down on Helen's bed to relax for a moment. Helen draped herself partially over me and we kissed. I slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of her body in the process. She then undressed me, doing much the same. She took me into her mouth, soaking the head of my cock with her saliva. After a few minutes, Helen sat up then repositioned herself over my cock and slid herself home. As she bottomed out, she moaned softly and leaned forward to brace herself on my chest. This allowed me to caress her breasts and nipples which by now, had become hard like pencil erasers. Helen rocked herself back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pelvis in the process. Her head hung down as she watched my hands give pleasure to her nipples. Her eyes closed to mere slits as she become more aroused. Helen stopped her rocking and began to lift herself off momentarily before slamming herself down on my hard shaft. Her breathing became ragged as the pace of our fucking picked up. I raised my buttock to meet each of her thrusts, deepening my penetration as much as possible. Helen began to moan louder and grunt with each meeting of our hips! Then, when I didn't think she could fuck me any faster, Helen slammed her pussy down on me as hard as she could, and held it there. She threw her head back, arched her back, grabbed her nipples and screamed her orgasm out loud to the night! She fell to my chest in a faint! I had never seen Helen pass out from our love making before! At first it alarmed me however I realized what had happened as I watched her breathing return to normal. I hugged her tightly to me as she came to. "Oh, that was too, much," Helen whispered to me. "That must have been the best orgasm that I ever had in my life," she said with a sated smile through half closed eye lids. We kissed passionately. "You didn't cum?" Helen asked, concerned about my pleasure. "No but don't let that worry you," I told her. "We have all night to ourselves," I told her as I rolled us over with me still hard and in her soft and wet pussy. We made love all night long...