Helen #1

It was the Friday before New Year's and the firm was at a dead stop. Everyone with an hour's worth of leave had begged, borrowed or coughed the day off and the only those persons who had to be there wandered around looking for something to do.

And, of course, the Accounting Department. Helen stretched and again lamented her choice of occupation. Only two of the department's staff members had been required to work the whole week - herself and the newest member of the team, a just-out-of-college child named Sage. A quiet and shy Korean girl, Sage was normally the perfect office mate - she didn't listen to loud music, she didn't listen to your phone conversations and she did do her share of debits and credits with efficiency and a smile. Overall, Helen quite liked the girl, even tried to take something of a mentor role with her and Sage seemed to welcome the relationship. The girl was new to the 'western world' and often had questions about the "American" way of life. This week unfortunately was so dull that Helen was beginning to wish that anyone else had draw the other short straw.

Helen needed a break. She logged off her computer and grabbed the outgoing mail, less because it needed to go and more for the excuse to take a walk. Most of the offices on this floor were closed, the doors locked and the occupants far from the daily office grind. The office next to the ladies room, however, had one stressed employee. Jerry was the kind of guy you always thought should be married; friendly and intelligent with a good mix of humor, ambition and a tight ass thrown in. His Latin heritage built him like an Aztec statute so he was tall and tan with dark hair and perfect teeth. His wide frame had always made Helen think of football players. She had often considered talking her way into his bed but he always begged off office social events and there hadn't seemed to be a good opportunity in the office. Besides, he was always working, rarely dating and never seemed to look twice at short, pudgy accountants.

Helen tapped on the doorframe, "You got stuck in here too, eh?"

He turned around and smiled, "Hey! Yeah, someone had to finish the department's schedule. Guess who got to be 'someone'?" He put down his pen and ran his fingers through his silky dark curls, "You got plans?"

Helen had plans that she did not want known about the office so she shrugged, "Nothing special. Meet a couple friends at the local hang out, have a drink or two, be home by 12:15 probably."

He nodded knowingly, "Yeah, same here." His phone rang and he grimaced, "The boss. Can't come in, no no. But he can call ten times!"

Helen gave a sympathetic wave and left him to take the call. After dropping the mail in the appropriate bin and checking the department's incoming mailbox, she stopped by Jerry's door again. He was still on the phone so to stall for time, she stepped into the ladies room. She stood back from the sink to take a good, almost-full-length look in the mirror. At 35, she was in average shape she thought. Her chocolate brown skin, one of her best features, was smooth and unblemished. Five foot, three and 150 pounds did not a fat woman make - she hoped. She tended to wear suits in the office, which hid the worst of her figure flaws and accented her DD-cup breasts. Her legs had always been shapely and - in the suit, at least - her ass was round and firm. She stepped into the stall and hung her jacket on the door hook.

The holiday plans she told Jerry were honest enough. If he knew that the 'local hang out' was an on-premises sex club and that by 'meet friends' she meant 'get fucked', it qualified for full disclosure.

Under her conservative suit and transparent silk blouse, Jerry would find a very non-conservative black lace shelf bra that restrained rather than contained her ample breasts. Even in her youth, she had never been 'pert' but no one had ever complained about their size. The bra cupped her breast but did nothing to hide her nearly black areoles and noticeably large nipples that hardened with the slightest provocation. She closed her eyes and pictured Jerry. Instantly, she felt a familiar tingle as her nipples brushed the silk so she gave them a gentle squeeze. After a few minutes, they stood erect like little tent poles and throbbed with her heartbeat. She unzipped her pants and slid one finger inside her black lace thongs (oh so useless, oh so erotic) to find her pussy warm and wet already. She fought the urge to moan aloud. She loved the slippery feeling of a wet pussy as much as she loved the sexual pleasure that produce it. She slid her finger around her pussy folds avoiding her clit for the moment. She found it increasing harder not to make a sound as she slipped another finger in and squeezed her nipples more frantically. She imagined Jerry watching her masturbate - imagined him wanting to touch her. The idea was too much; Helen sighed softly as she rubbed her slick fingers over her clit. The wall held her up as an orgasm overcame her. She groaned as the bathroom door opened. With an effort, she controlled it and silently let another wave roll through her. She heard someone use the other stall, wash their hands and leave. When the door finally closed again, Helen gasped. She mopped up enough to be decent and straighten her clothes.

She left the rest room; Jerry was nowhere to be seen but the papers spread across his active computer told her that he would return. Sighing wistfully, she licked her fingers and headed back to her desk.

By 4pm, she was climbing the walls with boredom. She was sorting paper clips by size when Sage turned and looked at her.

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure." Helen stopped typing.

"A personal something." Sage bit her lip; something clearly distressed her.

Helen shrugged, "It's ok. What do you need to know?"

Sage was silent for a moment and smoothed her long black hair behind her ear. The gesture drew Helen's attention to the girl's face. She was not what Helen would typically have called pretty. Frankly, the child was a touch plain with a narrow sharp face and a slim almost boyish body. At 25, she was still painfully shy sometimes and Helen tried at every occasion the get Sage to break out of her shell. Still, oh the joy of youth - her small breasts were firm and pert and her stomach was flat. The black dress Sage had worn to the office holiday party got more than a few looks and she was even coaxed into dancing once or twice.

"What's a slut?"

Helen blinked for a minute. "A what?" Sage sometimes had language issues and what she said occasionally was not what she intended to mean.

"A slut. Linda in marketing said…" She paused, "I mean, she say you could tell me…."

Understanding dawned - Linda in Marketing was the office prude. She was Utah born and breed and believed that bread should be white, mustard should be yellow and relations should be for marital purposes only. Linda tended to assume anyone one who had more than one date in a month was sleeping around. "Did she?" Helen smirked," And what else did Linda say?"

Sage looked uncomfortable and hesitated but Helen reassured her. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I just don't think she should have said anything about my personal life to you. Especially at the office; see, it's, uh, not appropriate." Sage frowned. "I don't care. If you really want to know, I'll tell you. I'll tell you why she said it too because, well, really, it's probably true. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's a negative sexual term and she meant it as an insult."

Sage looked appalled, "I'm a slut?"

Now it was Helen's turn to be shocked, "You? I thought she said it about me! Oh no, not you. Christ! What did that nosy little bitch say to you?"

Sage smiled shyly; she had heard that one enough to know its meaning. "We were talking about our holiday plans, and I say you going to that club and I want to go too…"

"Oh really, that's no…" the last part of Sage's sentence echoed in Helen's mind, "Wait, you told Linda you want to go to The Crack?" Which was exactly the type of place the name implied. Helen hoped the new year wouldn't start with her personal life as the topic of office conversation. She had told Sage about dancing at the main bar; she did not recall mentioning the sex in the back rooms. "You mean you want to go dancing, right?"

"I told my brother about it and last week, he took me there. We danced. It was fun. But we only stay for an hour because my brother have to work in the morning." She blushed, "If I go with you, we stay later."

"Oh. I see." Helen though for a moment and Sage went on.

"So I told Linda it was fun and the people very nice. And she say only sluts had fun at a place like that and if I didn't know what a slut is, you tell me because you an expert."

Helen nodded, "Yeah. Yeah." She cleared her throat. "Ok, um, Sage, she's kinda right. I don't think that club's the right place for you. If you just want to go dancing, I know a couple places with really great dance floors."

"Oh. Ok." Sage turned back to her desk. Helen turned back to her own computer. She did not start typing right away, however. She did not think it would be long before the conversation re-started. After maybe two minutes, she heard Sage's chair turn.

"Helen?"

She didn't turn because she knew - just knew - what the girl was going to ask, "Yes?"

"What is a slut?"

"I gave you the short answer already. It's sexual and it's meant to be an insult." She paused and when Sage did not respond, she turned to face the girl, "Did you want more detail than that?"

"Yes."

Helen thought for a moment, "You know what a prostitute is, right?" When Sage nodded, she went on, "ok, a slut - technically - is a women who has as much sex as a prostitute but doesn't get paid. Ok?"

Sage bit her lip and Helen sighed. "Where'd I lose you?" Sometimes a simple word or two distorted the meaning. Sage frowned. Helen sighed again, "Ok just know that Linda's right and The Crack is not the type of place that you and your brother should be hanging out."

"So why you go there?"

"Because, well" Helen couldn't think of a better way to say it, "I am a slut. What you don't know is that there's another room at the club where strangers have sex." Helen found herself arousing just thinking of the backroom. "This is definitely not office talk."

"What do they do?" Helen expected Sage to let it drop but the girl appeared to be asking the question seriously. Sage furrowed her brow and tried again, "I mean, how do you…. Why would they... I mean…."

"You mean, why would someone sleep with a stranger willingly or what actual action does a person take to sleep with a stranger in public?"

"Both."

"Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I do it because I just like having sex. It's my favorite thing to do. And I'm not picky, I'll fu- - uh - have sex with anyone. And before you ask, yes I know about all the diseases running around. I try to be responsible most of the time. But I mostly just have fun. Now, about how to pick up strange sex partners." Helen thought about the easiest way to explain it without props and realized that she did not know how. "Ok. I can show you. Well, sort of." She glanced at the office door. The lights in the hallway were all motion-sensitive and all off. Showing Sage some seduction tips was far more interesting than any else on Helen's desk. She closed the door. "First, you have to dress the part, I mean, if you don't care about who you find. The slutty-er you dress the more likely you are to find a man who sleeps with sluts, right?" She glanced at Sage who was nodding. "Ok, so imagine I'm wearing something tight and low cut. And high heels; I always wear high heels." She sashayed across the office, and Sage giggled. "No, really, it looks better when I'm dressed right. Ok, so I pick a guy I think looks good and walk over to him. I put my hand on his thigh and say something like, 'I like easy things. I'm an easy kinda gal.' Usually, they just follow me to a quiet corner and fu- I mean - and we have sex."

Sage looked confused again. She looked around her chair. "You put your hands here?" she placed her hands on the arm of her chair.

"No, here." Helen pat her own thigh.

Sage missed it again, "On your leg?"

"No, on his."

Sage's brow furrowed again. Helen stepped over to her and pointed to Sage's thigh, "Here. I touch him here." Sage's confusion seemed profound.

"Ok, like this. If he were sitting where you are now, I'd lean over - preferably so that my cleavage was hanging out - and ask him if he liked what he was seeing."

"I don't see."

"Ok, hang on." Helen peeked out the door again. The hall was still dark. "Keep your eyes closed til I tell you to open them." Helen took off her suit jacket and the silk blouse beneath it. Her nipples throbbed as the cool office air hit them. She put her jacket back on and tried to ignore them. The jacket was thigh length and after a moment's consideration, she took off her pants. Underneath, her garter belt held up fishnet stockings with a heart pattern. The black lace thong barely covered her nearly clean-shaven pussy but her jacket hung long enough to cover it for now. She was glad that she had dressed for the club under her suit and to her own surprise, Helen could feel her juices beginning to flow again. I am such a whore, she thought. Aloud she said, "Ok, open your eyes." Sage gasped when she saw the scantily clad woman. "Now," Helen was far too excited, "you pretend to be the guy and I'll show you what I do."

Helen turned her back to Sage and pretended to look around. She spotted Sage and licked her lips. Helen found herself enjoying this game much more than seemed appropriate. Of course, it's hard to judge appropriate when your half-naked in the office. She stroked her hips as she slowly moved over to Sage's chair, "Hey there handsome." She took Sage's hands and hoped she wouldn't shock the girl too terribly as she placed them on her breasts saying, "Hold these for me." Helen was completely unprepared for Sage to pinch her nipples through the suit jacket. She gasped with unexpected astonishment and pleasure but tried to voice a half-hearted protest all the same.

Sage's fingers released the jacket buttons and took first one then the other nipple in between her lips. Helen's protest died in a groan. As she felt Sage unsnapping the front clasp of her bra, Helen wondered just when she had become the student and not the teacher - not that she was complaining, of course, just curious.

Sage used her tongue and lips to tease Helen's breasts until the areoles were dark, swollen and throbbing. Helen could feel the juices that were seeping down her thighs - would not take much more to melt her into an orgasm. When Sage's finger gently stroked her clit while she sucked her nipples and Helen came. She gasped as she felt the almost electrical charge flowing from pussy through nipple and back again. She was limp as Sage guided her to sit on the nearest desk. She recovered slowly, watching Sage lick the sticky juices from her fingertips. Suddenly, Sage stuck her fingers in Helen's pussy again, finger fucking her and rubbing her clit teasingly with her thumb. Helen's climaxes began overlapping and she gasped and moaned uncontrollably. Sage pulled hand away for a moment and Helen tried to catch her breath. Then without warning, she felt the brush of Sage's hair on her inner thigh. Helen began cumming again even before Sage's tongue began lapping the bubbling juices. Helen's body was a quivering mass and she rubbed her pulsing pussy against Sage's mouth.

Helen realized that she was building to a scream. She tried to pull Sage's face away but somehow her fingers were tangled in the girl's hair holding her in place. When Sage wrapped her hands around Helen's ass and drove her tongue deeper into Helen's pussy again and again, it was finally too much. Helen screamed her body stiffing as a colossal orgasm rippled through her. When she finished, Sage let her go with a gentle kiss that smeared cum across her cheek. When Helen tried to pull Sage close, to return the favor, the girl slipped away saying, "Next time." Then, as an afterthought, Sage dipped her fingers into Helen's still throbbing pussy and smeared the juice all over Helen's nipples.

By the time Helen could think clearly, Sage was putting on her coat. "Good night." She said in an amazingly normal voice. "I'll see you at the club tomorrow. Maybe." She smiled shyly and blushed, "I like being a slut." She stepped out the door leaving a cum-soaked Helen to recover and shut down the office.

"Oh God."

Helen heard the voice distantly. It took her a moment to realized that it wasn't hers. She peered through hazy eyes at the door but no one was there, Slowly she looked around the room, snapping out of the orgasm-induced mental fog. On the other side of the room, she saw him.

Jerry.

When he entered, she had no idea; she wondered how much he had seen. She stood up. Her breast bounced heavily without the bra's support. She could feel the heat between her legs and scent of her own arousal made her drip more. There was no reasonable explanation for the way she looked. Positions don't come more compromised than this, she thought. The tent in his pants, however, reassured Helen that he was unlikely to report her for unprofessional behavior. She cupped her breasts. "Hungry?" she whispered. He dropped the papers in his hand and closed the door.

Jerry did not need encouragement. He rushed her and greedily began kissing and sucking the cum coating from her breasts. When she groaned and began kissing and licking down her body. When he reached her pussy, he too began eating her. She swayed on her feet and he wrapped one arm around her to hold her steady. With the other hand, he began finger fucking her while sucking her clit. Helen bounced and twisted her hips trying to get Jerry's fingers as deeply in as possible. When yet another orgasm washed over her, she begged Jerry to let her suck him. She pulled away from him and dropped to her knees as he stood up again. Tearing at his belt, she made short work of opening his pants and pulling an unexpectedly thick cock out. Pre-cum glistened on its tip and she greedily licked the drops before slurping the head into her mouth. Her mouth watered at the taste of him. Jerry moaned and grabbed the back of her head. She let him fuck her mouth until she could feel the vein at the back of his balls begin to throb. Helen longed to taste his cum as it filled her mouth but her pussy ached to be fucked. She slide away from him and lay back of the floor, spreading her legs open and holding the lips of her pussy open. Jerry knelt between her legs and lifted her hips up. He slid the head of his cock across her pussy before inserting it in her and used short strokes to tease moans of pleasure from her. Then slowly he slid his whole length into her. Helen gasped and moaned. Although her was not the longest man she had ever had, he was the widest and stretched her in a new delightful way. When Jerry did not proceed to fuck her, however, she opened her eyes. Jerry was staring at the door smiling sheepishly. Helen looked at the door and to her joy saw Sage standing there.

Sage had a look of innocent surprise on her face but Helen ignored that. Frantically, she gestured for Sage to join them, "My turn. Pussy, pussy!" Sage hesitated and Helen could feel Jerry beginning to soften. Then without a word, Sage closed and - thankfully - locked the door. She took off her coat and slowly walked over to stand above Helen's face. Under the demure skirt she wore, Sage wore no panties. Helen felt her own pussy spasm and in response felt Jerry's cock lurch inside her.

Facing Jerry, Sage knelt down keeping her pussy just out of the reach of Helen tongue. Helen could smell her musky aroma and feel the heat of Sage's wet pussy but could just barely taste it with the tip of her tongue. Helen could not see but felt Jerry's spasms of pleasure and then another orgasm ripped through her as Sage's tongue lapped her clit while Jerry slowly slid his full length in and out of her. When Sage's pussy finally lowered to within her reach, Helen was cumming uncontrollably again. Helen let her own moans of pleasure vibrate Sage's clit as she tried to drive Sage to the same heights the girl had driven her to earlier. She lapped the sweet juices and sucked Sage's clit. She reached out to find Sage's breasts and played with the pert nipples.

Helen suddenly heard Sage groan something in her native language and grind her spasming pussy into Helen face. Sage's orgasm lasted for several minutes and Helen struggled to keep her tongue wrapped around the girl's clit the whole time. As the climax seemed to fade, however, Helen reached her arms around Sage's legs and plunged two fingers in her pussy to prolong it. The trick worked and Sage cried out repeatedly as another series of orgasms gripped her.

This was too much for Jerry. Holding Helen's ass, he fucked her hard and fast for as long as he could. He exploded into Helen with a growl and shot several loads of cum which set off a screaming series of orgasms for Helen as well.

They all lay still, in a heap on the floor for a while.

When Helen again could think straight, she first moved Sage's legs and skirt. Jerry had slipped, spent, from her throbbing pussy and she knew she was sated for a while. She stood up and found her clothes. She dressed as Jerry and Sage roused themselves. Jerry zipped his pants and found the paperwork that brought him to the office in the first place. Sage pulled out a comb and touched up her hair. In a few minutes, everything looked almost normal apart from the dreamy looks on their faces and the strong scent of sex in the air. Sage left first, having only returned in the first place because she left her cell phone. Jerry lingered a moment to be sure that his forms were in order then scooted back to his own desk.

Helen turned off the printer and locked the file cabinets. Before locking her own desk however, she opened the bottom drawer. From a file in the very back, she pulled out a staff list. Several names had check marks next to them and she added checks next to Sage and Jerry. She smiled as she put the list away; she was more than halfway through.

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