The Awakening of Helen (looking for another female, and possibly male)

[Helen46]

The Awakening of Helen (closed to Ldy_Sea; open to m)

I leant back in the comfortable leather-upholstered chair and looked out through the open door at my staff in the open plan office. There was a certain satisfaction in my expression that afternoon; although it had taken me more than twenty years, I had finally been appointed some weeks earlier as CEO of this small insurance company. Hard work and perseverance had finally paid off and I was the first female leader in this business sphere in London. Many of my male colleagues had tried to conspire against me, to prevent me wining this ultimate accolade, but I had eventually triumphed over them all.

But there had been a price to pay for my success on the home front, I thought wearily. Here I was in my mid forties, at the pinnacle of my career, and I also felt saddened because my marriage had ended in divorce five years earlier and my two grown-up kids were on the verge of leaving home. Every evening when I returned to my palatial home in the suburbs, I encountered a pang of loneliness and boredom. My ex-husband claimed that I was cold and frigid and, true to all the cliches, he abandoned me for his 20-year old mistress. In a way he was right; our sexual life had been dormant long before the final break up. And yes I was almost entirely to blame. Because I had devoted myself to work, any sort of bodily pleasure took second please. Most people would have seen me as buttoned up and conservative, and they would have been right. I was raised in a strict Anglican tradition and my ex had been my first and only lover. Underneath I knew that I was a raging cauldron of desire, but I somehow always managed to keep my sexuality in check and to resist all temptations.

Now I was beginning to realise that this attitude had been wrong, that I had not been true to my real self. Lately I had also been experiencing incredible sexual fantasies and urges as I allowed my imagination to roam. Partly it had been trigged by the sounds of my 20-year old daughter "entertaining" her older black boyfriend in her bedroom at least three nights per week when he stayed over. For the first time in decades I found myself masturbating as I listened to this energetic black buck loudly servicing Sandra. The other unusual thing is that I have been having impure thoughts about some of my colleagues at work. It has not just been men, but also bizarrely some of the women that I work with. For some strange reason I find myself drawn particularly to young women in their twenties, especially confident, assertive females who know exactly what they want and how to get it. They have all the self-assurance and certainly that I lacked when they were my age. Even though we have a dress code at work, they seem to dress with an obvious sensuality, in a way that accentuates their tight, taut bodies. I often think of one of them seducing me, telling me what to do. Christ, what is happening to me? None of them would find me in the least bit attractive and would I never concede control to someone else, or would I? Surprisingly I find the idea of letting someone else dominate me strangely relieving and erotic. Although I have tried to keep myself in shape through regular gym visits, it can be a losing battle at my age and I know that my large breasts have started to sag somewhat, that my stomach is thickening, and that my ass is fleshier than it has ever been. Why am I having these sick thoughts? I know that it has been suggested that women entered their sexual prime in their forties, but this is just crazy. i need to keep restrain myself, somehow. And then I look longingly out at my young attractive secretary at the desk beyond the door, and for the umpteenth time imagine her with her head between my thighs....

 

[Helen46]

OOC: Any takers?

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Donna was happy she finally and a female boss. She was tired with the old chasing her around their desk. Donna was happily married to a man who understood her need to be with woman and while he was not submissive, he allowed her to dominate him sometimes.

She had only been married 2 years and loved her husband very much. She was often hit on by guys and her standard response was "Sorry dude, but I'm married and there's only room for one dick in my life."Most guys took the hint and left her alone.

The first time she met her boss, she got a familiar tingle between her legs. She knew immediately that she wanted to seduce her, but she had to go slow if she really wanted to make his powerful and successful lay her playing.

She carefully selected her outfits at work making sure to not to violate the dress code, but walking on the edge. She watched for Helen's reactions to her outfits and made sure to wear what caught her bosses attention.

Donna was riding her husbands cock on a Thursday night NAD was telling him how she had accidently ripped her skirt at work letting Helen see that she was not wearing any panties. Mike groaned at the thought of his wife expertly teasing her milf boss as she had done to him many times before.

"I think it's time we have her over for dinner" Donna said as she rode is hard cock.

"Have her over or have her for dinner?" Mike asked as she met her thrusts with his own.

"Well dinner first then desert, lover." Donaa said as they laughed. Now fuck myncunt and shoot you cum in me.

"Your wish is my command milady" Mike said as he began to fuck his bride in earnest.

The next morning Donna selected the most delectable outfit she could wear to work. A semi transparent white blouse and a black lacy bra that let you just about see her nipples if you looked hard enough. She also wore thigh high stockings that barely made it under her skirt. No panties and black open toe 4" heels. She applied her make up expertly and wwent to work.

She arrived at her usual time, and organized the schedule for the day. When Helen arrived, Donna stood up and followed her into the office. They discussed the day while Donna stood so hat Helen could see her ripe young breasts barely encased in lace.

As Donna was leaving, she stopped and turned to race her boss. "Helen, I was wondering,..."

 

[Helen46]

I sucked in my breath as I noticed what Donna was wearing. Christ! Her white blouse was made from the most translucent of materials and her black lace bra was clearly visible. It too was diaphanous and I marvelled at the sight of her pert breasts, prominent nipples and wide brownish areolae. I felt a warm sensation in my groin and for a few moments I lost all concentration on her voice. Visions of last week came into my mind when Donna had ripped her skirt on the handle of my office door. She had turned around to show me the damage. I had blushed terribly when I noticed the pale flesh above her stocking tops and then incredibly her bare buttocks. The realisation that she was not wearing panties hit me suddenly and just as I was about to reprimand her for the inappropriateness of her attire - or lack of it - in a work situation, she looked at me sternly and I was silenced before the words could come out.

Donna had that effect on me from the start. While she was perfectly happy to take direction from me, and after all I was the boss, there was always the feeling that she was the real power behind the throne, arranging my schedule and zealously guarding access to me. She always had this authoritative air about her and I could see the domineering effect that she had on others in the office. Under normal circumstances, I would not have been happy to allow a mere secretary to have so much control, but there was something about Donna that had got to me. Each morning I watched as she moved gracefully around the other desks, and was mesmerised yet again by her long, lithe body, and her confident bearing. I could also see the lustful glances that she received from some of our male colleagues, and not a few of the females. Who am I kidding? She's only a couple of years older than my own daughter. Plus, she's happily married. Her athletic husband, Mike, equally as attractive, had picked her up from the office on a number of occasions. It was clear that he was also under her spell, running around to collect her things before following her meekly to the door.

Abruptly, I was brought out of my reverie and I started to focus on Donna's words again. Before I realised the implications and my own ground rule of never socialising with junior staff, I found myself agreeing to dinner at her home. What have I let myself in for?

 

[Ldy_Sea]

At 4'O Clock, Donna marched into Helens office. "Tea Time!" she announced and placed a small tray of snacks and a cup of Helen's favorite tea on her desk. "By the way Helen, I have a few things to do to get ready for tonight, so I'm leaving work now instead of 5:30. I will see you tonight at my house at 7:15. Not one minute later, I know you don't want to make me wait." Donna turned and walked out of the office leaving Helen speechless.

Donna went straight home and prepared some of Helens favorite dishes, and strategicallyplaced several objects around the house for use later.

Mike came home just before six and showered and dressed as instructed. Donna, wanting to keep Helen off balance dressed in a severe cut conservative power suit she owned but had never worn before.

Once the table was set, Donna had Mike open a bottle of wine to breathe. With all in readiness they waited for heir guest to arrive.

 

[Helen46]

One thing that I had been renowned for throughout my long career was my calmness under pressure, but when Donna informed me that fatal afternoon that she was leaving work early I needed every ounce of self-restraint to prevent myself flying into a furious rage. Inside I wanted to give her a tongue lashing for her impudence, and to make an example of her in front of her colleagues, but all that I did was tamely watch her gather her coat and bag and make a hasty exit. Why was I ignoring all the management instincts which had served me so well in the past? How could I let a subordinate behave like this?

These thoughts filled my mind some hours later as I dressed for dinner. It had been an age since I had received an invitation for an informal event, and my wardrobe largely consisted of ball gowns and my day-to-day business attire. In the end I settled on a grey sequin and beaded cocktail dress. It was somewhat more clingy than I had remembered - I had put on a few pounds in the in the interim - but at least it was knee length. My large bust seemed more emphasised than usual and my wide hips stretched the material and moulded it around my fleshy buttocks, but I had no real alternative for the more intimate setting of a private home. I remembered with exasperation that the last time that I had worn this dress my ex-husband had spent the evening shamelessly flirting with the hostess.

Even though I had always been quite conservative, even chaste, in what I wore, I always liked to don expensive and alluring lingerie. It had always given me secret pleasure to attend stuffy meetings with male colleagues wearing my "official uniform" of grey business jacket and matching skirt with white blouse, while underneath I was clothed in the most fashionable and sexy lingerie imaginable, most of it acquired online from exclusive French and Italian companies. This evening I picked out a beautiful black lace bra and matching high-cut panties, and hold-up silk stockings with a seam running along the back. To complete the assemble I put on a pair of delicate long spiky heels; the assistant in the store had whispered to my embarrassment as I paid for them that they were commonly known as "fuck me shoes". As I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing only the underwear and heels, I felt unusually confident in my own skin for the first time in years.

I made my way by taxi to an unfamiliar part of town where Donna's apartment was located. As we neared the destination, I felt some trepidation. What was I doing breaking all the rules and going to the home of an underling? It just was not like me. And yet I felt that I needed a break from the routine and all the expectations of my status as CEO, mother, and pillar of the wider community. I also wanted to get away from the stereotype of myself that I had helped create, as this staid, uptight mature matron. Additionally I thought of the beguiling, assertive Donna, and her hunky husband, and I became more relaxed. I had left most of my nerves behind as I mounted the staircase and knocked on the young couple's door.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Donna looked at her watch. She smiled, perfect she's on time just as I told here. "Mike go sit down" she ordered her husband. Donna walked to the door and opened it. She smiled at what she saw standing there. Helen was dressed to the nines, and looked very sexy.

Donna was wearing http://img0.etsystatic.com/001/0/6035817/il_340x270.391834440_o3x7.jpg and http://strappyhighheels.blogetery.com/files/2011/03/Strappy-High-Heels.jpg.

"Come in Helen, you look lovely. Dinner is ready, if you want to eat, or would you like a cocktail first?" Donna asked, closing the door.

Helen could see Mike sitting at the Dinner table wearing a black leather vest without a shirt. He was also wearing what looked life,e a dog collar, and some metal studded black wrist versions of the collar around his neck.

Donna stood close to the older woman and whispered to her "if you are unable to tink for yourself, then maybe someone should take charge and make decisions for you. You would like that wouldn't you Miss big strong boss lady. You want me to be in charge of your life don't you?" When she finished speaking Donna gently licked Helen's earlobe.

 

[Helen46]

My jaw literally hit the ground when the door opened. While I was sometimes thrown by what Donna wore in the office, I was entirely bewildered now. Donna stood before me wearing a black leather dress laced in red and with a low-cut bodice that pushed together and raised her breasts. On her feet were a pair of exquisite strappy high heels. I must admit that I felt some trepidation and my heart raced; although I may have been naive about the ways of the world, I knew enough to realise that leather was associated with BDSM and a fetish subculture. I was prepared to take risks, but this was going too far, too fast. But then Donna ushered me gently into the room with a warm smile, and I loosened slightly. However I froze again and was rendered speechless when I saw Mike seated demurely at the table attired in similar gear. Just as I was about to turn and run for the door, she took my arm and softly but insistently said something about letting her take control, about making decisions for me. Before I could offer any resistance, her tongue flickered across my ear sending a shudder through me, and I collapsed into a chair.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"I thought so Helen. You are a little submissive slut aren't you? You want to be owned and used to pleasure me don't you?" Donna stepped closer to the older woman. "Tell me you want this, or leave my house. NOW!" Donna commanded her boss.

 

[Helen46]

No one had ever spoken so aggressively to me before, and certainly not someone whom I regarded as a subordinate in the work environment. But yet there was something tantalising about the tone of authority in her voice and the sudden reversal in our roles. I was no longer the boss, the person who made all the decisions, took on board all of the responsibility, and dealt with an excessive amount of stress; Donna was now in charge. And there was something deeply gratifying and liberating about this unexpected turn of events. Also like the fleeting touch of her tongue on my ear lobe, there was something enormously pleasurable about being told what to do. Instead of being angry I had this incredible urge to satisfy and please her in every way. From my vantage point in a low slung chair I looked up at her towering above me.

"Yes, I want this" I finally blurted out.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"Very good pet. Now you will, stand up and take off that dress and let me see what naughty underwear you have on. Yess I know many of your secrets."

Donna sat in an easy chair and said "Rest" Mike jumped up and Helen cold see the vest was the only piece of clothing he wore, unless you count the object encasing his penis. Mike got on all fours and Lisa rested her feet on him like he was a footrest. "Strip now pet"

 

[Helen46]

Almost as if I was on auto pilot, I began to divest myself of my clothes. Blushing deeply and with my eyes firmly trained on the floor, I unzipped and stepped out of my dress. For the past twenty or twenty five years the only person who had ever seen me in any state of undress was my ex-husband. I placed my hands over my breasts to shield them from view. But I knew that this gesture was futile. My enormous fat tits were barely held in place by the cups of my bra and the nipples had already hardened, their outline clearly visible through the thin embroidered fabric. How I had wished that I had taken better care of myself, that I had made some use of the expensively assembled gym in the basement of my home. With my curvaceous forms and rolls of pale flesh, I must have seemed grotesque to this fit and handsome couple in their twenties. I stood there in my extravagant underwear, stockings and heels, trembling in fear and expectation, and watched as my secretary exerted her control over her husband and I. It was a good thing, I thought, that I had worn black panties and that the huge damp stain on the gusset was not visible. There was no mistaking, however, the scent of my arousal which filled the small living room.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Donna looked at her boss in her naughty lingerie which could barely support her immense breasts. While not slender, and taut as a younger she definitely still had a sexy hourglass figure with an extra 15 minutes thrown in for good measure.

"Now my pet, you always be dressed like this in my presence unless I instruct you otherwise. Now it's time for dinner as I think you will need your strength for tonight." I stood up and walked over to m place at the table and waited.

"Pet you will need to pay attention. I am ready to be seated for dinner, and you stand there doing nothing. Come pull my seat out then you may sit at your place."

"Slave, go serve dinner." I order Mike who wordlessly jumps up and runs into the kitchen.

 

[Helen46]

Donna adds ignominy to my pitiful situation by insisting that I pull out her chair so that she can sit at the table, as if I were the hired help. I dutifully do as I am bid and sneak a peek at her generous cleavage as I wait for her to be seated. Food is the last thing on my mind as I feel my loins stir yet again. It is so strange for me to be semi-naked and in close proximity to another woman. Although I find the BDSM dress and play a little tiresome - I'm not really looking for a dom - the power play is really turning me on. I can't wait to see what Donna has in store for me - and Mike.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Mike returns with dinner and serves the two ladies. Once their plates are in front of them Mike sits and waits. Donna Looks at Helen, "so boss, are you hungry or horny right now?"

 

[Helen46]

"Well, I, um, actually...", I stammered. "Please don't make me say it, Donna. I'm not used to divulging my needs in front of people that I don't know". I looked at her pleadingly, hoping that I would not have to reveal how I really felt. My mind was a whirlwind of cravings and embarrassment. I did not know whether to laugh or cry as I wondered what work colleagues would think of this situation: their CEO wearing nothing but lingerie at the dinner table, her breasts spilling out from the confines of her French bra, waiting to see what her fully clothed secretary had planned for her, while the latter's husband sat obediently across from her, wearing nothing but a leather vest and the tightness short shorts that she had every seen.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"Helen you will either tell me if you are hungry or horny right now, or you will leave my house dressed as you are now. That means no car keys since the clothes you arrived in and your purse are hidden. Your choice, Boss" she said emphasisizing the last word sarcastically.

 

[Helen46]

"Okay, okay, I'm horny. Happy now?" I blurted out, somewhat fuming to have been forced into a corner. My complexion turned an even deeper shade of crimson. Ladies of my caste are not used to revealing that they have sexual needs in public. I wanted to tell Donna more, about the long years of frustration I had to endure since my husband left, but I could not find the words. My conservative background prevented me from confiding in her, telling her that I had recently taken a vow to get in greater touch with my sexual self, to put away my vibrator and other toys and experience pleasure in a more physical way with others. Right now all I needed was to be fucked. Christ, had I really admitted to that? Maybe I am changing, after all....

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"Then my pet, you are going to take off your panties and masturbate right here, right now, while I eat my dinner and watch you pleasure yourself."

I put a fork full of Fetticni Alfredoin my mouth and chew slowly wanting for my boss to continue to submit to me.

 

[Helen46]

"Please, I can't. Not in front of you and your husband. It just wouldn't be decent. Please Donna."

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"If I wanted decent, we would be eating at your house, with your servants waiting on us. I chose my home to limit your exposure. If you want we can invite mor people over to watch what you really want to do. Now start or leave, it is your choice."

 

[Helen46]

I knew when I was beaten, that I was no longer the "boss" as Donna had jeeringly called me. With great reluctance and an overwhelming sense of shame, I stood up and slowly pulled down my panties. My moist pubic hairs glistened in the half light. Quickly I sat down again. At least I had had the foresight to trim my full bush before venturing out that evening. Aware that I was being carefully scrutinised by both Donna and Mike, my hands gradually inched towards my groin. How could I possibly accomplish what she had asked me? The only thing that I could do was close my eyes and try to imagine that I was back home in bed, alone, listening for the umpteenth time to my daughter and her boyfriend making love in the adjoining room. It took all my powers of concentrate and imagination to cloud out the fact that I was sitting in Donna's apartment, more exposed than I had ever been in my adult life. But somehow I managed to transport myself to a more comfortable, familiar realm. I began to run my fingers along the puffy labia, slick from my secretions. One then two fingers slipped inside my slit. As I slid my fingers in and out with an increasing tempo, my thumb rubbed against my swollen clitoris. Unaware to me, I started moaning loudly, a shattering orgasm building. Just as I was coming down from this plateau, a clapping sound broke my reverie. I opened by eyes to see both Donna and her husband applauding, broad grins on their faces.

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"I'm pleased you did that for me, pet. As a reward you may make a request."

 

[Helen46]

A request? Possibilities raced around my mind. I was still flushed from the exertions of the solo masturbatory performance. My embarrassment at the intimacy of what I had just done was abated somewhat by the climax I had reached. What could I ask of Donna? Was this some sort of test? My natural reticent at expressing my inner feelings returned. I would love simply to watch her and Mike make love, their strong young bodies intertwined. Mike had been silent thus far but I was aware of his virility and the prominent bulge in his tight shorts. Could I ask to see his manhood unleashed? Although apart from some experimentation with a room mate in college, I had never been with a woman, it was something that I had often thought about. I wondered what it would be like to go down on someone as as self possessed and dynamic as Donna. Mustering up the courage, I looked directly into her eyes and asked "I want to taste you, Donna".

 

[Ldy_Sea]

"You may feast on me my pet. Come to me and eat me while I finish my dinner."

I stand up "Slave remove my skirt" Mike jumps up and quickly strips my skirt off my body. He folds it neatly and places it on an unused chair. You realize I was naked under the skirt. "Slave return to your meal." I sit down spreading my legs. "Remove your bra before you begin."

I wait for you to crawl under the table and begin to taste my already wet pussy.