Helen
“I want to know everything… everything you know… I want to try everything you’ve tried… I want you to teach me the things you like, the things that you paint… the things that I paint…”
His eyes were so fierce on mine but they weren’t angry. “Did you enjoy my art room, Helen?”
I nodded. “I loved your art room.” The image of Anna on the workbench flashed behind my eyes. He looked at my plate. “Are you not hungry?”
I wasn’t hungry. My heart was racing and my tummy was tickling, and I had that lovely fluttery pulse between my legs. All I wanted was him. “Not right now. Sorry, I will be…”
“I’m not hungry right now, either.” He got to his feet and offered me his hand. “Come.”
I put my hand in his and my fingers seemed so small. He led me through to his art room and I was too embarrassed to watch as he cleared the top of the workbench.
“If it makes you uncomfortable being in the same space as Anna was, we can move, but the truth is, Helen, that Anna was my wife, and this was our home, and I had sex with her in pretty much every possible location throughout this place. But that was a long time ago now. And you are a different woman, and this is an entirely new relationship, one that Anna has no bearing on as far as I’m concerned.” He patted the workbench and my stomach flipped. “It’s your choice, Helen, but I’d be very happy if you would sit up here for me.”
I pushed myself up onto the bench, and my legs dangled and the socks on my feet felt so silly. “I don’t mind… being here, I mean…”
“Thank you.” He ran his fingers down my chest through the fabric of his shirt. “I love the way you look in this.” He pinched my nipples and I sucked in my breath. “I love the way I can see you through the shirt.” He kissed my jaw, and his lips were warm, and his hands slipped up my thighs. “You have such sweet breasts, Helen. I don’t think you know how beautiful they are.
You’re more than I can resist.”
“Please touch me…” I whispered. “I want to know you… I want you to show me…” He unbuttoned me but his eyes were on mine. “Have you ever been tied up?”
The memory of Lizzie came back to me and it didn’t feel nice. I didn’t want to think about it but didn’t want to lie. I nodded and he seemed surprised.
“Lizzie,” I explained. “I was drunk and she… she got carried away, messing about.” “Messing about?”
“Sometimes, when Lizzie gets drunk, she, um… she gets silly… touches me.” “Touches you where?”
My mouth dried up. “She touches… she touches my tits sometimes. I mean, she’s Lizzie, she’s a bit wild.” “She tied you up?”
I nodded. “How?”
“With my school tie, my wrists, to the headboard.” “I see. And then what?”
I felt the heat of my cheeks. “She, um… she rubbed me. Rubbed herself… on me… she…” “Elizabeth tied you up and dry-humped your pussy?”
“Something like that…” “And did you come?”
I closed my eyes. “I didn’t want to…” “But you did?”
I nodded. “I did.”
“Did you tell her to stop?”
I shrugged. “Yes… No… it was weird…”
“Not that weird, Helen, you either asked her to stop or you didn’t.” “It’s complicated…”
“We’ll talk about this another time.” He kissed my lips and pushed his tongue inside, and it felt so nice. And then he slipped the shirt from my shoulders and dropped it on the floor. He pushed me backwards, until I was flat to the bench, and he left me there, walked out of sight. “Give me your wrists.”
He was behind me and I tipped my head to see him as I reached out my hands. He placed my wrists together and bound them with rope, tight enough to be secure but not tight enough to hurt. He pulled them up over my head until I was stretched, and I heard the clank of metal as he tied the rope to something.
“Are you going to put wax on me?” “Do you want me to put wax on you?”
I nodded. “I’d like that. I’d like everything…” “How does that feel? To be tied?”
I tried my wrists and they wouldn’t move, and I felt so exposed and vulnerable. “Nice…”
“How about this?” He lifted my legs and spread them, and forced my knees back against the bench, and my body moved for him. I didn’t even know I could move in the way he moved me. My pussy was spread, I could clench it and when I relaxed it made a soft little wet noise and I could have died of embarrassment. “Do that again,” he said, and so I did, and then he ran his thumb along where I was wet and pushed it inside me. “You have a beautiful little pussy, Helen.”
All I could think about was the C word. The way he’d said it. How dirty it sounded. I rocked as his thumb fucked me. “Please… please don’t be gentle… I don’t want to be a little girl anymore…”
“Don’t wish to be something you’re not, Helen. You’re perfect the way you are.” He wet his fingers and touched them to my clit and moved them in just the right way, and I wriggled. “You’ll relax when you come for me, and your pussy will let me in so beautifully.”
My tummy fluttered at his words.
“And then I’m going to fuck you, and it won’t be gentle, not unless you ask me to stop.” “I won’t…” I breathed. “I won’t ask you to stop. I’ll never ask you to stop.”
He squeezed my breasts, and tweaked my nipples, pinched them and rolled them until they were hard and tender. “Beautiful.
My beautiful girl.”
And I wanted to be. I wanted to be his beautiful girl.
“Do you have toys at home, Helen? Vibrators or dildos or anything like that?”
I shook my head and felt so pathetic. “I had a vibrator once… but it broke… and my sister sleeps in the room next door and I…”
“We’ll take a trip, somewhere far enough away that nobody will know us, and you can choose.” “We will?” The thought made me all warm inside. “What about online?”
“I want to watch you choose them. I want to walk in the street with you and hold your hand and kiss you like you’re mine.” My breath caught. “You do?”
He smiled, and pushed two fingers inside me and I gasped. “Yes, Helen, I do.” “I am yours…” I whispered. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you.”
“Tell me what feels good. I need to learn the subtleties of Helen Palmer’s delightful pussy and you’re currently the only one qualified.”
I smiled at the ceiling. “I never imagined I’d be teaching you anything.”
“A wise man is always learning, Helen, don’t ever forget that. There is plenty you’ll be teaching me.” He pressed on my clit and it sent sparks through my tummy.
“Yes… like that…” I hissed. “Oh God, just like that…” He did it again and I squirmed. “Like this?”
He circled me and it was crazy good, so good that I couldn’t keep still. I nodded. “Please…”
“Faster?” He sped up just a little and it made me moan, and I always thought it was fake on those videos, and it probably is, but with him I couldn’t keep still or quiet, and my thighs were tensing and my toes were curled in stupid socks.
“That’ll make me come… if you keep… if you keep doing that…” “I hope so.”
His thumb worked crazy magic on my clit, and he fucked me so slowly with those two wet fingers, and I didn’t know how to move anymore, I was just a mess of juddery legs and squelching, and if I’d have been able to care I’d have been embarrassed, but I was too excited to be embarrassed.
“Oh God, Mr Roberts…” “Mark.” he said. “Say it.”
And it felt so weird, and naughty… it felt naughty to call him by his first name. “Mark,” I said. “Oh God, Mark… that’s nice… that’s so nice…”
“That’s my good girl.” He was staring at me, watching my pleasure, watching my ragged breaths and the way I wanted him and the way he was making me squirm, and I loved it. I loved his eyes on me. “Take your time, Helen. Don’t rush this.”
I didn’t need to take my time, I was getting that urgent feeling, that tension in me, like I needed something, like something was going to happen, and I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to stop it.
“Mark, please… don’t stop… don’t stop…” “Good girl, Helen.”
I could hear myself, and it was so wet. I tried to shuffle down the bench, but I couldn’t move, my arms were pulled tight, and I liked how it felt when I fought it, I liked knowing I was trapped.
“Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop…” “That’s it, Helen, that’s it.”
And I was moving my hips, and he moved with me, knowing my body better than I did as I started to jerk and hiss and lose my mind. I made noises and I didn’t care, didn’t care how loud I was, or how stupid I looked.
He didn’t stop touching me until I was floppy and spent, with my legs hanging over the bench like blobs of jelly and my pulse loud in my ears. And I giggled, I giggled at how good it felt and I didn’t even know why.
I giggled until he slipped his fingers into my mouth. And then I went quiet. “Suck,” he said. “Taste yourself.”
I tasted weird, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
My heart did a little jump as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and sucked them straight into his. “You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you, Helen?”
I nodded. “Yes. Whatever you want.”
“I want you to trust me. Can you do that?” I nodded again.
He flipped me on my front in a heartbeat, and the rope twisted and pulled my wrists just a little bit tighter. I was off balance, the edge of the bench hard against my hip bones as my thighs strained for stability. I heard Mr Roberts’ belt loosening, and then I felt him. He was hot and thick, and he felt so big as he rubbed his cock against me from behind.
“Relax and breathe.”
I tried my best, but he wouldn’t go in without a real push, and I had to hold my breath and bite my lip while he worked his cock inside me.
“That’s good,” he said. “So tight.”
He forced my thighs further apart with his and I let out a little whimper as he sank all the way in. And then he moved. Fast. And it was hard, and deep and I could feel it in my tummy, and it hurt at first, but I didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t stop, and when he shunted me onto the bench a little further something changed and it didn’t hurt at all.
It felt weird… and there was that urgency again, that feeling that something is brewing… but it was stronger… and it was inside me, deeper than before…
“Take it, Helen, take it hard, good girl.”
“Harder…” I said, and I didn’t even know why. “Fuck me…” I lay my cheek against the wood of the bench and listened to him thrust and groan and slap his flesh against mine. “Please, Mark… fuck me hard…”
“Christ, Helen… that’s beautiful…” “Fuck me, Mark… harder…”
“Say it again.”
“Harder, Mark, fuck me harder…”
“Did you like the dirty talking on the video, Helen? Did it make you wet?” Oh God, the embarrassment. It exploded inside me. But I nodded.
“Say it, Helen… tell me what you liked.”
“I liked it… I want you to tell me… how it feels… I want to hear you say…” I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead to the bench.
And his breath was on my ear. “You want me to tell you how good your tight little pussy feels, Helen? You want to know how hard I want to fuck you? How deep I am inside your beautiful little cunt?”
“Oh God…”
I felt him smile. “I thought so. You really are a beautiful sweet thing, Helen Palmer. I think you’ll probably be the ruin of me.”
“Please… more…”
I squeaked as his hand wrapped around my throat, and his other twisted my hair, pulled it back until my arms were stretched so tight.
And then he fucked me hard enough that the bench hurt my hips, and I could hear the hiss of my breath. His hand tightened around my neck, and I loved how it felt. I was nervous but not scared, and it was exhilarating and wild and beautiful.
“Fuck, Helen, this is divine. Your body is divine.” “Mark… I feel… good… don’t stop…”
He didn’t stop.
“I’ve got so many things to show you, Helen. So many perfect things.” “Please…”
The urgency inside me ramped up, it ramped up so high I thought I was going to pee myself, and I squirmed under him and tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. And I didn’t pee, but I did tense up inside, and it felt so strange and base, like I was some kind of feral animal squirming and squealing underneath him.
And then I screwed my eyes shut and flailed like a fish and he slammed all the way inside me and held his position. “Fuck…” he groaned.
And I had no words. I had nothing.
He slammed into me again, and I saw white behind my eyes.
And then he took my face in his hands and twisted me to him, and he kissed me, pushed his tongue into me. And when he slammed again he stopped.
And I could feel his cock pulsing inside me.
And I smiled into his kiss, and I knew, I just knew I was full of him. He collapsed onto my back and I could feel his heart racing.
And I giggled and giggled and it felt amazing. “What’s so funny?” he said, but he was laughing too.
“You used the C word. You used the C word and I loved it. It’s like the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m glad it pleased you.” He reached forward and pulled the rope loose from my wrists. “It’s certainly not one for the classroom.”
“Say it again,” I said and I was grinning. I couldn’t stop grinning.
He kissed my cheek and nipped at me and it felt so good. And then he slapped my ass. “Go and eat your cunting breakfast,” he said.
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