Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, First, Safe Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Workplace, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Was it the soap powder or did Helen have a change in attitude?

Helen Higgins was not what your average horny male would describe as a "Hottie!"

In fact, the serious-minded Helen was more of a bovine nature with her wide hips and her generously proportioned bosom. There was much to be said to the bonus that her face was quite nice to look at even when one was only inches away and sweating profusely. Unfortunately, poor Helen was cursed with a "shy" attitude that did not serve her well when competing for available dick at work or at the pub.

To her credit, Helen was obsessively clean and tidy and she made certain her feminine slit was absent any nasty little black hairs that detracted from the nude effect of a totally bald fanny. She even visited the beauty shop on the corner and had her best friend Marge remove the pesky little follicles from her crack and from around her crinkled tight little hole that she often fanaticized welcoming male visitors of a more kinky personality.

She had been engaged once upon a time to a young lad from the Midlands who eventually dropped her like a hot potato for a cheeky floozy who sold her embrace to any punter with a few quid. The thing that really irked her was the fact the silly young thing was so terribly skinny that she resembled one of those emaciated models who immediately vomited anything they ate.

Helen even went to the wedding out of courtesy since she had been invited by the groom's family who all thought she was the "right sort" for their Henry. Actually, she had enjoyed the wedding and still giggled whenever she thought of the poor bride with her phony posh accent attempting to seem something she could never be in a thousand years.

Sometimes at work or at the pub she wanted to stand up in her chair and shout out,

"My name is Helen and I am a virgin and my cunt is the prettiest one you'll ever see."

Of course, she was so shy she would never do such a thing and never uttered a word unless someone was asking her a question.

Helen had tried masturbating on several occasions. Usually, she was alone and that made it difficult because she tended to be a bit clumsy when attempting something new and unpracticed. One time, Madge had done it for her out of friendship and the fact that she really was quite attracted to Helen's brown eye after years of tending it. Madge had been recently divorced and had no boyfriend at the time so it was easily excusable from a moral viewpoint. That incident was decidedly more successful and Helen experienced a momentary satisfaction that she was desperate to repeat but would never importune her friend to continue.

Her older sister Mary had gotten into the habit of doing the laundry for both of them in recent years ever since the demise of her hard-drinking spouse who had wandered in front of a lorry in a terrible rainstorm. Mary was in all honesty much plainer and decidedly less attractive than Helen but had managed to snare her drunk of a spouse in a weak moment when he had nothing else better to do. Still, she had gotten the insurance money and the settlement money and didn't have to work anymore even though she insisted she really wanted to "do something".

The laundry thing was a bit of a distraction for her and Helen even let her sleep many a night on her sofa because she was far too lonely in her empty house. At least they were able to talk to each other and comment on the shortfalls of the programs on BBC. Besides, Mary made a decent cup of tea which was something Helen failed at miserably.

Mary was unfortunately called away to Brighton to tend their ailing father as their mother was quite the invalid in her own right. She didn't mind the assignment but it meant that Helen now had to tend to her own laundry on Sunday nights.

She searched the laundry room for the soap powder with a desperate look on her face. Of course, she could just wait until Monday and get some at the store but she knew her supply of knickers was fair knackered and that at the very moment she was minus knickers because they were all in the "to be washed" bin. It felt a bit nice to walk around free as a bird but she feared it would not be acceptable in mixed company at the office where the horny lads all seemed to have sharp eyes for circumstances of that nature.

Helen was ready to surrender to the fact there was no soap to be found when she noticed a metal container under the sink.

When she pulled it out to the light of the uncovered bulb, she discovered it had writing on the lid that said,

"Property of Cornelius Fogg Esq. For female undies only (1 teaspoon per load)"

It was almost too good to be true. It was just what she needed.

She gathered her bras and her knickers and even her French thing that she hoped some lad at the pub would have the common sense to explore someday. At least she could attend to her most needed items of immediate use. The rest of her clothing could be done the following evening after she had visited Mister Patel's little store and gotten some soap powder.

She hung everything up on the line to dry out of view of the eyes of the two young lads across the terrace that were always trying to catch a glimpse of either her or her sister in their birthday suits coming out of the bath or just relaxing in their undies. Helen rather liked that fact but she was far too shy to take advantage of it and besides the boys were still only eighteen or nineteen years of age and much younger than either she or her sister. Their names were Danny and Tommy and she always got them mixed up so instead of calling them by name she just addressed them as "lad". She so hated to hurt people's feelings unnecessarily.

The next morning she was in a hurry to get to work without being late because she had overslept and it was not until she was on the bus that she noticed her knickers felt a bit different than usual. They sort of clung to her skin and pressed into her feminine folds with a different sense of being part of her and with the assistance of the normal vibrations on the moving bus she was beginning to experience that gradual wetting of her slit that signaled she was approaching a climax of sorts. She was certain it was nothing to do with her normal bodily function because she had made a point of "going" before leaving the house but it was just like when her best friend Madge had brought her down the final stretch of her pleasant little ride on her friend's probing fingers.

She went into her unavoidable orgasm just before her stop and her series of unmistakable groans caught the attention of the old woman sitting directly in front of her. The wise old thing looked up at her and winked with full knowledge of her naughty pleasure. Helen was certain the woman thought she had inserted some sort of kinky device into her opening to get a momentary thrill from the bus ride.

Helen walked a bit tenderly into her place of employment knowing that her knickers were so wet that some drops of her female dew was running down the inside of her bare leg and pausing at the top of her stockings. Quickly, she ran into the ladies and used a tissue to sop up the mess.

That same feeling covered her with quivering tenderness if she was sitting or standing and was particularly intense when she was walking and her knickers rubbed on her slit with obscene familiarity. It was at this point that she began to suspect that the "soap" was the culprit and she was tempted to run to the ladies and remove her knickers. Her ingrained shyness prevented her from taking this desperate step and she just did her best to adapt to the sensuous waves of pleasure that captured her body in a firm hold no matter what she did or how she moved.

Her supervisor Mister Jennings told her to accompany him to the stockroom so they could start the monthly inventory and she obediently gathered her record book and small adding machine to insure proper figures. Her boss Mister Jennings was a married man and she knew he had an unhappy home life because of the look of joy he had in arriving at work and the look of anguish when he had to leave and return home. She had heard rumors to the effect that his younger wife had a most liberal attitude in sharing her female favors with any chap who made inquiry at her door or crossed her path in everyday living. She had met the woman once and had the thought that she was just like one of the "corner girls" who sold it by the hour.

At that moment she was on the third rung of the small ladder checking the hoses on the top shelf when she noticed Mister Jennings peeping up her skirt and ogling her still wet knickers. At that instant, she lost all her shyness and stepped down a rung so her bum was right in front of his face and innocently looked over her shoulder and smiled her most friendly smile without saying a single word.

Mister Jennings was quick to catch the invitation and an instant later his tongue made contact with Helen's knickers and bare cheeks in a sucking kiss that could be heard at the end of the empty aisle. Instinctively, she knew enough to tell him to leave her knickers on but just push them to the side so he could explore more with his tongue and then make furthers expeditions with his greedy fingers into both openings.

Eventually, she stepped of the ladder for safety reasons and bent over so he could insert his cock properly into her waiting vagina with a sigh of relief at the pulsating welcome she extended to his buried shaft.

No longer a virgin, Helen realized the knickers had actually caused her to lose her shyness and were contributing to her satisfying orgasms from the long awaited touch of cock to her internal recesses. She was almost afraid now to take off the knickers because they were like some sort of kinky source of pleasure that acted like a magic wand delivering her repetitive orgasms of a sort she had never experienced before.

Mister Jennings pulled his cock out before shooting his load inside his subordinate's vagina. He had an unshakable fear that he might make one of his female workers pregnant and wind up out of work and responsible for a bastard to boot.

Quickly, he shifted his attention to the brown eye looking so tempting right in front of him and waiting for some action or at least some attention. He bounced his stiff dick on her crack and Helen reached back and spread her cheeks just like she had seen in a dirty film at the foreign movie house years ago when she dreamed about doing something equally as dirty and kinky as well.

That was all the encouragement that Mister Jennings needed. His spouse was reluctant to allow him anywhere near her pucker hole but he suspected she was not as circumspect when it came to the bin-man or the gas reader. He focused in on Helen's bum and slipped it up her blinking star like they had been doing it for years. He realized that he had known this attractive woman for years and had never suspected her quim and her tiny anus were so tight and delicious. He blamed himself for being overly aggressive with the female staff and made a silent vow to be a better boss in the future and not take advantage of decent and shy girls like Helen who just did their jobs and never made any trouble. Now was not the time to be thinking about regrets and he grabbed hold of Helen's cheeks with both hands sinking his cock even deeper making her tremble with emotion at the end of his demanding shaft like the "good little girls" he had pounded before he had gotten married to his nagging wife.

His sperm filled Helen's bum to the brim and she pulled up her knickers to hold it all inside.

"Will that be all Sir?"

Helen could not believe she had taken her bosses cock in both her openings and enjoyed it so much. She was smart enough to know that her best course of action would be to pretend nothing had happened and she hoped he might want some repeat performances if she kept her mouth shut and made herself available for another opportunity. After all, he was the one who determined her raises and if she played her cards right, she would have him in her corner when it came to promotion.

She wondered how much soap powder was in the metal container and how long it would last with careful use.

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