Chapter 1

I first met Helen when she was 16 and I was 20. I had gone to a dance with a pal and she was there with a friend, we hit it off immediately and at the end of the night I gave her a lift home, her friend being taken home by my pal. As she sat alongside me in the car I sensed something special about her and although I wouldn't describe her as pretty in the classic sense I would certainly describe her as rather attractive, helped in no small way by possessing the sort of figure most women would kill for, needless to say I arranged to see her again.

By the time I had been on a dozen dates with her I knew that her father had a drink problem, that her mother didn't seem very attentive towards either her or her siblings, that she had lost her virginity when she was 14, that she was the most sexual girl I had so far encountered, that her knowledge of sex was far greater than mine, such that she was the one teaching me a thing or two and that she regularly initiated sex between us in one way or another. It also became very apparent when Helen was sexually aroused that her reaction was way beyond anything I had yet experienced, it was is if she became possessed by wonderful demons.

Things were about to take on a whole new dimension when I went to pick her up one evening and she didn't seem herself at all, asking if we could go somewhere quiet I drove to a country pub. Once settled she became almost tearful as she pleaded with me to forgive her for what she was about to tell me. Filled with apprehension I listened as she started to relate the following story :-

One day she was out shopping when a man approached her and commenting on her figure asked whether she would consider doing photo modelling. Over coffee he explained that he and a few friends were keen photographers and occasionally hired a figure model, Helen asked what sort of pictures they took, to be told glamour photographs though she wouldn't be asked to do anything she didn't feel comfortable with. By now her sense of adventure and her sexuality were stimulated and when a fee of £100 was mentioned she was definitely up for it.

Some evenings later she set off for a large engineering company on the outskirts of the town she lived in, taking with her a few changes of undies and arriving at the main gate as arranged she asked the security guard for Ken, this being the bloke who had approached her a few days earlier. The guard made a phone call and moments later Ken appeared and led her off through an empty office block into to a large plush office where she was introduced to four other men all wearing the same security company uniform as Ken and the man on the gate.

Each introduced themselves and Helen thought them a decent and humorous lot, they already had drinks on the go and Helen was handed one being told it would help her relax. As they all sat around chatting and joking she consumed more drinks until someone suggested they make a start by which time Helen was feeling the effects of the alcohol.

More lights were switched on and they soon had her posing this way and that, as she posed the wine kept flowing and she was quickly persuaded out of her street clothing and down to her undies, soon after that completely nude and soon after that buoyed up by the attention she was getting, the alcohol she was consuming and her own sexuality they had her doing more and more obscene poses. In the midst of doing open leg shots and "pink" poses someone told her to play with her clit and shortly after that one of the blokes started playing with her boobs whilst the rest continued taking photographs. She surrendered herself to the sensation of it all as they started taking turns touching and fondling her. From there it was small step to being passed from one to another as they kissed, groped and fingered her at will.

Moments later she was bent over a table as one of them slid into her and his remarks to the others about how wet and tight she was elicited progressively cruder and cruder comments from the rest of them and it seems the more they verbally humiliated her the more turned on she got. By the end of the evening they had all had her one way or another and some more than once, she wasn't sure how many different dicks had been up her, but she was fairly certain she had blown three and a couple more had jerked off onto her tits.

Ken gave her a lift home that night and after paying her said that non of them had ever come across such a wonderful little slut and they wanted to book her again.

At that Helen stopped her story and looking at me with her beautiful pale blue eyes seemed to be waiting for my reaction. Now, I don't know what reaction she was expecting but her explanation had been a revelation to me. Moments into her story I had grown a serious hard on because it had pushed a lot of my buttons, buttons I didn't even know I had. Several questions immediately came to mind, one was to ask her how long ago this happened to which her answer was about six months, another question was whether it was still going on to which she hesitated before nodding as tears filled her eyes. My next question was why she was telling me about it and her reply was as flattering as it was honest, she had grown fond of me and felt very guilty about not telling me what she was really like and at the risk of completely fucking up a relationship she wanted me to know rather than deceive me by doing things behind my back.

The look of elation on her face was a sight to behold as I told her the effects her story had on me and taking her hand I placed it on my throbbing dick as clear proof of what I had just said.