Housewife Helen Turns Whore! free porn video

Helen and Dave were just like many other couples I was friendly with. Both early twenties and in a bit of a rut with family life, work, mortgage and young k**s etc.
They were a very much ‘in love;’ couple and on the odd occasion I would see them around town we would chat and catch up, without being too close.
I had known Dave since my playing football days for the local pub side, and he was a half decent ‘goalie’. That was when I was about 19, so I suggest at this point in life, I had known him for maybe 4 years.
Jenny was a quite a big girl, not really pretty, but not ugly either. She was very sociable and always chatty, and I always warmed to her positive outlook on life.
They had two well behaved c***dren and at one point they became ‘Born Again Christians’ and both were heavily involved with the church.
A few years passed and I found out that Jenny had joined the Salvation Army, and I even once saw her coming through our local pub selling the ‘Warcry’ magazine. We still chatted and all seemed well.
At this point in life I was a very discreet part time Transvestite Escort. No one really knew about ‘Tina’; no one needed to know.
I didn’t see either of them for about a further 5 years, the year now being 2014. I was now in my 40s and Helen and Dave must of both been around 32.
I was passing through town and I saw Helen, whilst I was looking around ‘New Look’ in the sales.
I instantly saw that she had lost some weight and she wore a little make up, and although that may not seem odd, she had never wore make up before.
She made a joke about what it was I was doing around the skirts in New Look and I quickly dismissed it, with some story about buying my niece something for her birthday.
The chat was going on a little, and I suggested we go to Costa for a coffee and catch up.
Sitting down at the table outside she quickly gave me the devastating news about Dave having been completely brainwashed by some weird Church (he had moved away from Christianity), and cutting a long story short, they were going through a pretty nasty divorce involving the house and c***dren.
Her c***dren who were now well into school ages were still with her and she was still in the house with a crippling mortgage. She only worked as a cleaner at a local school part time and was really struggling to make ends meet although her mum and dad were helping her out regularly. At one pint she became very upset, and I was trying my best to console her.
I suggested that if she could get a babysitter, we should go out for a drink one evening. It would at the very least cheer her up. I also told her the night would ‘be on me’ so she would not have to worry about financing the evening.
She was pleased I was concerned, but declined the offer. She said she wasn’t ready for a night out with another man yet as Dave was still very much her concern. I accepted her decision, but we did exchange mobile numbers and I said if ever she was feeling down for her to give me a ring, I would always be here if she needed anything.
As the days passed we were texting each other quite regularly, and it wasn’t long before we actually went out for a drink.
I picked her up from her house in my Range Rover, she was waiting outside and looked quite nice in tight leggings and knee boots, and a ‘floaty’ top.
We had a nice evening, I took her for a meal and we had some drinks afterwards. It was mainly idle chit chat most of the night, mostly revolving around her troubles. She said she had lost most contact with the Church, and she was no longer in the Salvation Army, a phase that had passed in her life.
She was job hunting, but had had very little success.
A little peck on the cheek was our goodbye as she climbed out of the car when we got back to her place.
As the weeks passed we went out a few times, and on the last occasion I took her back to my house for a night cap.

Part 2.
Once inside we had a good chat and a glass of wine each. We sat next to each other on the sofa and Helen made herself comfy, kicking off her shoes and putting her legs up on the sofa. We had a good chat, but we did not get ‘close’ at all. I had done the usual male thing in my mind, thinking that she would definitely ‘get it!’
Although not overtly nosey, Helen was very intrigued as to where I had got the money from to live in such a nice house and drive such a car. She new I was a teacher and knew although decent money that the sums just didn’t compute.
I told her I did a bit of ‘acting’ a bit of ‘theatre’. This just made her worse! I was backing myself into a corner, and I wasn’t really comfortable. The more I said ‘lets just leave it’ the more she pried.
She went upstairs to use the loo, and when she returned, she said said that there was definitely a female living in my house with me, as the upstairs of my house was just totally feminine. I dismissed her revelations by saying my mum had been down and stayed a few weeks previous and put her mark on the bathroom!
She asked for a tour of the house, but I just had to decline, knowing what the rooms were like upstairs.
That evening concluded with a nice french kiss on the sofa, and I did manage a feel of her lovely boobs as we did so.
Helen made it quite clear that she did fancy me, and she was very turned on by the kissing and groping. She explained that in good time she thought we would go further, but her head was still mixed up, and I should remain patient, if I could.
I respected her wishes, and again she left, this time in a taxi.
We went out a few other times, but never coming back to my house. We always went back to hers. This was my decision to avoid the awkwardness of my house situation.
We started to have regular sex, and although it was OK, it was nothing really special, and when I tried to push her very limited boundaries, she was very reluctant to explore, or move on.
I decided one night that I was going to tell her everything about me, and more importantly, about Tina. We had been seeing each other now for some 4 or 5 months, and it was now or never.
I drove up the gravel drive to my place and we walked hand in hand up the paved way to my front door.
My heart was pounding as I knew what i was going to do, what I was going to show her and say to her, and wondered what her reaction was going to be.
She plonked herself on the sofa and I poured the wine.
“Helen, do you think there is anything odd about me when we are in bed?” I put it bluntly.
“Only that you are a deviant!” she laughed, “I know you are obviously very experienced - is that it?”
“Do you not think I am a bit obsessed with anal?”
“yes, but I’m getting used to the idea now!”
‘Oh fuck it!’I thought.

I explained to Helen about the theatre. I told her I was a cross dresser, and that I made money from my cross dressing.
“A drag act?” she asked. She was serious, and not joking about like I thought she may.

I produced a photo album out of the cupboard. It was an album I used with new clients - like a menu.
It showed pictures of me dressed up, each page was a different ‘persona’. Secretary, busty barmaid, nurse, dominant PVC slut, and even some schoolgirl pictures.
The first few photos were just of my face, showing different types and methods of make up, then the rest were different outfits, and finally there were 20 or so photos from my web site, showing me parting in sex with men, females and other TVs.
I would give the album to new punters at the meet and greet stage, where they would decide what they wanted me to wear for the meet. It was a good way of breaking the ice, and had always worked well for me. Some guys were so turned on by the time I came back down in the desired outfit, that they were almost ready to burst!

“I’d like you to meet Tina!” I gave her the album.
On the front cover in big letters the album says ‘Never mind the bollocks - here’s Tina Sparx. In the same theme and lettering as the Sex Pistols ‘Never Mind the Bollocks’ music album from the 1970’s.

Very warily she opened the front cover of the folder.
“MY GOD! IS THAT YOU?” she exclaimed.
It was a good photo I had done professionally at a studio in London. It was just a picture of my head, but the make up was very well done, and my hair and jewellery was class. Yes - It was a good picture.
“Indeed it is Helen, that is Tina!"

She was amazed at the photographs, totally amazed. She could not get over the size of my boobs, and conversely, how did I manage to ‘hide’ them during the day when I was in male mode.
I explained all, but here is not the place for talking about it (that’s another story!), and she continued to flick through the photos.
She said how happy I looked in all the photo’s and I obviously loved dressing and being Tina.
I told her it was a complete and utter alter ego, and that is where the ‘theatre’ theme came from. It is like make believe.
“So, you get paid just for modelling like this?” she naively asked.
“Not exactly" I replied.
I took the album off her, as I knew she about to reach the XXX section, and I didn’t think she was ready for the shock!
I poured her more wine.
“I’m bisexual Helen”. I just let it out.
“Ah! That’s why the anal thing?”
“Yes”.
“And you have sex with men when dressed like this?”
“Yes................. For money”.
The room went silent, you could hear a pin drop.

“How totally wonderful! - getting paid for doing something you love” she looked me in the eye and was obviously pleased for me. “I just want to say this - I do not judge anyone, and I think it’s great you have told me, and I don’t think any different of you, not one bit”

What a relief! We had a nice long kiss and I told her I was pleased that she approved.

I took hold of the album and flicked to a page that showed me with a man. The page I purposely picked showed me with a young good looking guy, with me sat next to him on the very sofa we were sat at now! It showed me dressed in black PVC with thigh boots, my legs were crossed, I was smoking as we were chatting, and he had his hand on my thigh.

“I knew there was something about the way you smoke!” Helen laughed. “I always thought you smoked like a woman! - and I don’t know any men that smoke Superkings, only women!”
I knew I had really let my guard down by this, and she wasn’t the only person to comment on it.

Looking close at the photo she said how nice looking he was. “Why would he pay to go with you?”
“Because they will Helen, it’s a bit of a niche market. He’s married with a small c***d”.

She flicked over the page and the next photo showed me with his gorgeous hard cock in my mouth.

“That is just incredible!” was her reply.
I told her to carry on going through the book.
She looked closely at every page, taking in every detail. She saw everything. All my personas with all types of people, all having full sex.
I told her they were all stills from my web site, and all the films were available for people to view at a small cost.
“Excellent! She said, no wonder you are rich!”
I told her that hardly any TV escorts are rich, but it ticks over.
She seemed quite happy looking at the photos when I was with nice looking, young, fit chaps, but quite the opposite when the pictures showed me pleasuring old, fat and ugly men.

“All in days work Helen” I laughed. “in this business you don’t want to be turning people away, as they may be your last. You are only as good as your last trick.”

We got ourselves comfy again, and sat back to chat more.
Helen explained to me that she had had lots of lesbian thoughts and although she had never touched another female, the pictures she had just witnessed had got her mind racing. She said that one day she would love to meet Tina.


Part 3
I thought now would be a good time to show her round the house.
She had seen the bathroom many times before, but never any of the bedrooms.
I lead her by the hand upstairs, and into my main bedroom.
“My God!” she exclaimed.
My bed was made in red satin duvet and matching pillows. The walls have feminine red prints of paintings and there are red roses by the bedside table.
There is a white wooden double wardrobe, and matching dressing table with mirror and lighting. The window sills are full of head dummies with different wigs on them to keep them in shape. The lighting is dim, and there is laminate on the floor.
“This is a girls room!” Helen observed.
“You are right, this is Tina’s room” I replied.
“It actually feels sexy!” she said, “Its unreal”.
“I like to provide the right ambience. The guys pay lots of money.”

Crossing the hall to the next ‘bedroom’ I knew this was going to be a bit of a challenge for me.
Opening the door, I welcomed her to the dungeon.
This room was painted black and again had laminate flooring.
Here there was stocks and a queening seat as well as other manacles, chains and huge butt plugs on display around the room.
“This is where men get punished” I laughed.
“What is that for?” she said pointing at a cage in the corner.
“That's the cage, where the dogs go. I put men in there for hours at a time”
“Jesus Christ!” she laughed. This is unreal.

Anticipation flowed through me as I opened the door to bedroom number 3.
“This is the nursery Jenny. This is where I do my babysitting”
“Don’t tell me you have men come here as babies?” she asked.
“Oh yes, its becoming more and more popular, men come from Scotland down to be a baby - sometimes for the whole weekend”
“That, is sick!”
“Each to their own Jenny - you said you wouldn’t judge”
“I know but it sick” she said as she walked around the room.
In the corner was a purpose built adult sized cot, with all the bumpers and everything else to make it authentic.
The walls had nursery wallpaper, and a bottle feeding station was to the side, complete with adult sized bottles and teats.
On the floor was a huge changing mat.
“You don’t change their nappies?”
“Oh Yes!”
Helen nearly wretched at the thought, bless her.
I told her that the Adult Baby scene was still, to pardon a pun, in its infancy, but it was definitely a good earner, with little physical contact.

We went back down stairs and again relaxed on the sofa.
Helen instantly went for the album again, and I notice her go straight to the back.
“Do you not have sex with females too?” .
“Yes, but there’s no photos in there”
“Where do you get the females from?”
“They are normally couples who come to see me, and they often like a bit of lesbian action to get things going. On rare occasions the female wants to see the man having sex with a transgirl.”
“I want to see you with a woman!” she almost demanded.
I turned the smart TV on, and selected internet and soon we were into my members area of my site.
I selected a suitable film and we sat back and watched.
The film shows me with a local woman I picked up who knew about me and wanted to do a film, but there would be no money involved. I had agreed.
In the film she was in red PVC and looked like a complete whore.
As Helen watched the start of the film, which basically was a close up of me and the tart French kissing, she said “That is incredible - I’m soaking”.
We sat and watched the whole film which was about 20 minutes.
Helen said that she thought it was just incredible that it was me, and the girl on girl thing really turned her on.
I suggested that next time she came over she should meet me as Tina, and she agreed.
We went to bed in my house that night for the first time ever, and she loved snuggling up in the warm satin sheets. She asked me if I would like to wear anything feminine in bed, but I declined, saying its ‘all or nothing’.
We had wonderful sex, and I noticed she was fondling my boobs so much during the whole thing. I knew when she did eventually meet Tina it was going to be something special.

Part4

It wasn’t long before Helen met Tina.
She loved the transformation of myself from ‘blokey bloke’ to sexy seductive Tina, with pouting cleavage and legs to die for, as well as the tarty make up!
Over the next few weeks she must of seen me fully dressed about 4 times. On each occasion we had had wonderful ‘girly sex’ (as she put it) and she was now really exploring those boundaries.
One of the times she arrived at my house as a guy in his twenties was leaving.
“Has he just fucked you?” she asked, as I let her in.
“Of course!” I replied. “I don’t have any men in my house for anything else!”
“He was really fit!” she quirked.
We sat and had coffee, and I knew something was on her mind.
“Do you think I could help you one day- with Tina I mean? ” She asked.
“Of course you can!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t want paying - I’m not a whore! And it must be a young fit lad”

“No Helen - I’m going to see if you are really cut out for this. I know a bloke who would love to see us both, but he is in his 60’s. He is coming on Saturday if you want to ‘help out’. And one more thing - you will be paid.
Helen finally agreed that she would meet the old man with me, but insisted on no payment.

Over the next few days I contacted ‘Jack’ (who incidentally was a Saturday regular of mine) and told him that I had a ’first timer’ female hooker lined up- if he was interested. I also gave an honest description of Helen to him.
After agreeing the extra premium, the time was set for a 2pm - 4pm session, and as normal, he was allowing me to film it for my web site. I did not tell Helen about the filming as I knew this would put her off. I thought if I told her of the filming at the last minute it would be OK. A bit sinister I know, but remember 10 months previous this young lady was in the Salvation Army - an here I was proposing she did porn!

Saturday came and Helen arrived at 12.00 on the dot.
“Are you totally happy with this? I don’t want you doing anything you are not happy with”
“Yes, I’m very excited. Just go easy on me.”
“You are going to have sex with am man as old as your dad Helen. You are going to French kiss him, and please him in any way he asks. That is the only way a whore can act if she is to be popular.”
“It turns me on knowing how much it is turning you on!” she explained.
“It certainly does that, but I want you to enjoy it too. Come on - lets get ready”

I stripped out of the bathrobe I was wearing to reveal I was already in my basque, suspenders and sheer black stockings.
I sat at the dressing table, and Helen sat on the bed watching as I applied all my make up.
“You look amazing Tina!” she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Shall I put more make up on too?” she asked.
“I think it would be good” I replied as I vacated the chair for her to sit at.
Her complexion was very smooth and so she did not need any foundation.
Firstly I applied bright blue eye shadow, followed by dark blue at the extremities of her eyes, to give her eyes the smokey/slutty look. I then used liquid eye liner all the way around her eyes and finally thick coats of mascara.
I used dark brown blusher and lots of it.
I then outlined her lips with bright red lip pencil and then filled in the lips with matching gloss.
“My God!” she exclaimed looking in the mirror.... “My Mum would die if she saw me like this!”
I didn’t say what i was thinking which was ‘your mum would die if she knew you were just about to fuck a man older than your dad!’
It was then time for us to get fully dressed.
Jenny put on a black suspender belt with matching black sheer stockings. A black wonderbra and matching thong. She then opted for a black PVC mini dress and topped it off with 6” stilettos. She put her hair in bunches and this made her look like a schoolgirl in PVC. Jack was going to love her!
I myself opted for a little black dress and 5” high heels. Putting my wig on and long dangly earrings and matching necklace, the transformation was complete.
We looked in the full length mirror side by side and Helen quickly stated “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
I asked her if she was 100% OK to continue, because once she starts, it’s not fair on Jack (or me) if she was to have second thoughts and ‘run off’.
She repeated she was fine, and actually felt ‘very sexy’. (she certainly looked it).

What seemed only a few minutes later my phone went and it was Jack saying he was in the drive.
I opened the front door for him and kissed him on the cheek (my normal welcome). He said I looked terrific as we mad our way to the kitchen.
I put the kettle on and made up three cups of coffee.
He said it was odd seeing three cups on the side as opposed the normal two and asked me if everything was in order.
I explained that Helen was upstairs, and ready, but very nervous.
He said that he would be gentle with her and let me take the lead with regards to limits etc. He said he was extremely excited about the whole thing.
Money changed hands and I counted it in front of him, and all was in order.
Jack sat down in the chair opposite the Sofa and I gave him my video camera which was on it’s tripod as normal. (Jack knew how to operate the camera being a veteran of many of my films!)

I went up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Helen was sat like a nervous wreck on the bed, almost shaking!
“Are you all set? He’s ready for us - and he is very excited - just do like you normally do with Tina and he will join in when we are ready”
“Lets do this!” she said excitedly.

Like a lamb to the slaughter I lead her by the hand down the stairs to the hallway and we both stood side by side outside the living room door.

Part 5.
Note: Just for clarification - (I have just watched the film) - I was actually wearing pink PVC hot Pants and Pink PVC blouse, with black stockings and Knee boots.
Helen was in Black PVC as described.

I opened the door and Helen nervously walked in and stood in front of Jack, smiling. I quickly followed and sat down on the settee (opposite Jack) and took hold of the video camera and tripod.

(From now on - The rest of this story has been captured on film.)

“How do you feel Helen?” I asked whilst smiling
“Sexy, but a bit silly” she smiled in return.
“How do you think she looks Jack?” I asked him whilst pointing the camera at Helen.
“Extremely sexy, I love the hair in pigtails and the make up, and the PVC” He replied.
I then asked Helen to do some posing (I wanted some tame footage for some later plans I was going to put to her.)
She seemed to relish in this, posing for the camera. Front bent over shots with her big boobs popping out of the top of her PVC mini dress were wonderful, as well as the ‘bent over ones’ which really emphasised her lovely big arse, in the tight black PVC.
After a couple of minutes of posing, she took her place next to Jack, and I have to say, immediately, started French kissing him.
I know a lot of working girls won’t do the kissing thing, but Helen really did get straight to it.
It was so sexy seeing her take his hand and place it on her left boob (over the PVC) as they kissed. She wanted him to grope her! Jack obliged and his hands were everywhere. I stood up and took some still pictures using my HQ camera, letting the video camera roll on as I did so.
She was really enjoying the meet and greet, I could tell.
Don’t forget that here we have a lady who only a matter of months ago was working for the Church and Salvation Army, and here she now was sucking this old man's tongue out of his mouth!
I took hold of the video camera and put it close up to her face as she kissed him. Her bright blue eye shadow and heavy blusher looked so slutty. Her eyes were closed as they passionately French Kissed.
I was going to hint at Helen making a move for Jack, but I didn’t have to. It was just amazing to see her hand go down and start feeling his bulge as they kissed. I focused the camera in on her lovely bright red painted nails, as her hand caressed the hardness in Jck's jeans.
Jack was getting extremely excited (as I think we all were!), and so asked me if I would join Helen on the sofa for some girly action whilst he did the filming.
I sat next to her and instantly embraced her.
We French kissed as Jack filmed us, we even did some ‘nice’ face to face shots, before I started getting rude with her.
I opened her legs and started to finger her pussy hard. I asked her if she still felt sexy and she said that wasn’t the fact she was soaking answering my question!
I opened up her legs wide and made her hitch off the end of the sofa, so her cunt was on full display.
She lay with her head back and Jack appeared from behind the camera and was very soon giving her a good licking out.
I asked Jacks if he liked her cunt and he said it was very sweet.
I asked Helen if she liked being licked by someone older than her dad, and she enthusiastically replied “Yes!”
Seeing his now bare, hairy back bent over and his head buried deep in her pussy was a very sexy sight and I made sure no detail was missed on the video.
I set the camera up for a good shot and made way way up to Helen's head.
I produced my very hard 7in cock in front of her mouth, and she took me in her mouth, her heavily over painted lips looking lovely as they gorged on my hard bell end.
Looking at her with my cock in her mouth, as she forced Jack's head into her cunt was something else.
“Lets give her two cocks!” I suggested to Jack.
With that we both got to our feet and she sat up on the edge of the sofa.
Firstly, she took my cock in her mouth and then reached for Jack to stand closer.
We had both our hard cocks in her mouth at the same time, and then she went onto sucking us both, in turn.
“You like being a two cock girl do you Helen?”
“Mmmmmm I want more!” she replied hastily, returning to her sucking duties.
Jack and I looked at each other and smiled. He had often mentioned getting a female to join us on one of his visits, and here it was - finally happening for real.
“Isn’t she a good girl?” I mocked.
“She is the best!” he smiled in return, whilst leaning forward towards me.
Our mouths met and we French kissed as Helen carried on noisily slurping and gulping hungrily on our hard cocks.
“Do you feel like a whore Helen?” I probed for her admittance.
“Yes, very much so!” she laughed, “It’s amazing”.
Even though already we had covered a lot of ground so to speak, I really wanted to push Helen's boundaries.
She was not a big fan of anal, and although she had now become accepting in my want for anal attention, she had never really enthused.
I knew everything that turned Jack on, and him being rimmed was almost a pre-requisite when he made a booking with me.
I thought I would get Jack in a comfortable position for me to give him a rimming, and maybe Helen would at the best - watch at close quarters, or more probable - suck his cock as I rimmed him.


Part 6

Jack got on the sofa with his knees on the front, and his arse sticking up in the air. His head was stuck in the sofa’s back rest.
I just could not believe it when Helen took place on her knees behind him, and with each hand on his buttocks, opened up his arse crack.
I grabbed for the video camera, as I didn’t want to miss a thing!
I’d like to say nervously her head moved close to the old mans opening, but it wasn’t! Confidently she expertly began to lick at his aged, dark hole.
“Do you like licking his arse Helen?” I asked her, knowingly!
“Mmmmmmm” she replied, her hungry tongue now deep inside the old man.
“Helen, open him wide and slowly extend your tongue into his arse” I directed, me now close in with the camera.
She did exactly as I had instructed. Her eyes were closed as she obviously considered what it was she was actually doing - She was licking this old aged pensioners arse for money.
“I love being an arse licking slut!” she exclaimed, and I believed her.
The next few minutes I just concentrated on filming the oral assault she was performing on his smelly arse.
I filmed her close up, and then from the other end of the room, where you see her lovely arse on display encased in the tight black PVC. I also filmed Jack's face as he relished her hot tongue working on his anal tract.
She (finally!) brought her head u for air and I got in position behind Jack and buried my hard, bareback girl cock straight in his now very wet hole.
It slid up there no problem, as it had done so many times before.
A few pumps was all I allowed before offering my bareback, now soiled cock to Helen to clean.
This she did with a passion! Almost desperately she took my shaft deep in her mouth, her saliva being used as a cleaning agent to remove the brown slime from my hard womanhood.
Back on my knees behind him, both myself and Helen now side by side at his rear, we firstly take it in turns to finger his arse, and then we both have a finger up there at the same time! Helen was giggling, as I don’t think she could believe what had gone on, and how low she had let herself stoop.
Jack had been on his knees for what seemed an age, and we let him turn around and sit on the edge of the sofa.
All our heads were close now, and we we indulged in some wild kissing, whilst Jack, put his usual perverted slant on the conversation.
I won't say here what it was he was talking about, as I will get banned. I will say that Helen totally went with it, and even made a few very risque comments herself.
We did three way kissing as Helen wanked us both at the same time, as I say, the conversation now at an all time low.
I then got to my feet and let them share my cock.
Watching Helen take my cock out of Jack's mouth and vice versa was something that was really special. Both of them enjoying my hardness was sublime.
In no uncertain terms, Jack now told Helen, it was her time to earn her money.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before he turned from nice to nasty, he always did. Once he had his ‘pervert’ phase of the meet pass by, it was always the same from then on in.
I was quite reluctant to let him take charge of the situation as he really is a ‘no limits’ guy. In any case, I knew I could step in if he was too severe for poor Helen, and so I let him carry on.
Jack beckoned her to take place on the sofa, ‘arse up’.
This she did without hesitation. The PVC dress now pulled up so her arse and cunt were fully exposed.
Jack got behind her and thrust his cock up her cunt from behind, as I was wanking my cock in her face.
Jack took his time pounding her cunt.
“I’m going to make her pregnant!” He laughed.
“Yes! Make me pregnant D***y!” Helen responded in a fashion that Jack would love, he was now grunting and she was moaning as his thrusts got harder.
“You fuck the bitch” he said to me as he withdrew.
I instantly took his place and held onto her shoulders as I fucked her cunt.
“You like being gang fucked do you slag?” He asked her.
“I love being your slag! I will do anything for you - anything”.
I knew this was going to end in tears.

Part 7

Very tentatively Helen made her way back to the sofa, and once again got on all fours.
Her PVC mini dress had now ridden up her body and her arse and hairy smelly wet minge were both in open view.
Her stockings were still in place, and she still looked the part, in that she still wore the 6” black patent slut shoes I had given her to wear for the occasion.
Jack massaged her cunt from behind, and her head dropped into the rear of the sofa.
I knew it wasn’t her fanny he was interested in, but I just kept on filming.
“You are so wet Helen!” Jack whispered as he continued to grope her.
“I know!” Helen laughed back....”It’s unreal!”
He then started to massage what was his prize.
She moaned loudly as he inserted a finger into her very tight arse hole.
“Do you like that Helen?” I asked as I continued to film her dark opening with Jack's finger in it.
“It hurts, but it’s a nice hurt!” She replied so innocently.
Two fingers were then inserted and Jack started to get into a rhythm, forcing the fingers deeper into her with every thrust.
She was wincing now, saying that it hurt, but Jack carried on a while.
“Its meant to hurt, you fucking slag cunt!” He laughed.
I intervened at this point as I though Helen wasn’t enjoying this part too much, and I had promised her earlier she wouldn’t have to do anything she wasn’t happy with.
Helen assured me everything was OK and she WANTED it to continue.
“Do anything you want to do, don’t ask me!” she said enthusiastically.
Jack got in position behind her and thrust his hard cock in her arse. No condom, no lube.
Once again she grimaced, and I told her to relax.
Jack started to pound her arse - slowly at first and then the intensity and repetition of the thrusts increased.
I put the camera back on the tripod and got in position behind him - my tongue was soon in his lovely smelly arse as his fucking of her arse continued.
“Oh Yes!” he exclaimed as he felt my tongue in him as he continued to bareback arse fuck her.
I was soon on my knees wanking my cock in her face as she was arse fucked. Her head didn’t lift up out of the back of the sofa, she was just moaning with every one of Jack's deep thrusts.
I asked quite simply if I could ‘have a go?’
“Please do” was her quiet reply, “Do what you want” Her arse was lovely. So tight and yet accommodating. My cock is considerably bigger than Jack's but he had done a good job of loosening her up for me, and I was reaping the benefits of his hard work.
Again, she moaned with thrust and Jack stood by the side of me, rubbing my arse as I fucked her hot dark hole.
Helen placed her left hand on her left buttock and opened it up to give me ease of entry, not that I needed it.
After a few moments of arse fucking her I saw Jack had one of my dildos in his hand and was beckoning that we should fuck her arse with it.
As he was the client, it is his wishes that should be obeyed, and so I withdrew.
Helen seemed to relax for a moment until the next anal insertion began - in the form of a soft jelly dildo.
This anal intrusion was much more comfortable than our rock hard cocks, and Helen got herself in a rhythm, working her arse against the toy, and really enjoying the moment.
I took over the dildo action and was loving seeing it going in and out of her arse, at the same time Jack was at her head, and she greedily took his cock willingly in her mouth as I dildoed her arsehole.
I reached over for another dildo, this one a thicker and solid type. I pushed it straight in her cunt, and with Jack still in her mouth, she had all holes filled.
“How does that feel Helen? - All your holes are full ”
“It feels wonderful!” she gagged out the reply.
“I want that fucking arse!” Jack exclaimed, and was soon in position once again behind her.
His cock thrust into her arse once more, and this time I was at her head and she was being properly spit roasted for the first time in her life.
I couldn’t help thinking of Helen the ‘Salvation Army’ lady! Here she was being spit roasted by an OAP and a transvestite - for money. How sexy.
Positions were swapped and Helen got on top of Jack, this time riding his cock up her cunt. Her ample boobs were bouncing in his face and he buried is head in her PVC clad cleavage whilst maintaining his cunt thrusts.
Helen was really enjoying this now, I could tell. She was so enthusiastic, so eager to please. The perfect whore.
Soon it was time for the money shots and Helen got on her knees.
Jack didn’t take long at all - and he spunked straight down her throat. Helen swallowed every single drop. (this wasn’t good for the movie - granted)
She then laid back, fully lay down on the laminate flooring and I positioned myself over her face.
She stroked my cock a few times and then I finished off.
I nice mess of cum surrounded her lips as my cock oozed out it’s sex juice for her to relish. (film ends there)
She smiled and laughed as she swiped her fingers across her mouth, and then inserted them in her mouth and licked them clean.

Jack was never one to hang around and was soon dressed and ready to leave.
“That was great, thank you!” he said,
“No, thank you!” said Helen.
He kissed us both on the cheek before making his way home back home to his wife.

Helen and I sat and had a coffee and talked through what had happened. She was really concerned that she hadn’t been good enough, and may have failed to please in some way.
I reassured her that she had done brilliantly, and that I could always find her ‘work’ if she wanted more of the same.
I gave her her contribution and she could not believe that she was getting paid so much for what, when it comes down to it; was an hour of sordid fun.
“Welcome to escorting!” I said.

Epilogue.
Helen continued to work with me as an escort for some 6 months. We set up our own agency (which is still operative) and we were both really busy.
She loved the work, loved meeting the other girls from the agency and loved the money. She even did some time as a web cam model.
We did many more films, most again with Jack All are on my web site.

One day she told me she had met someone (through the escort work) who she had fallen in love with and she wanted to stop escorting.
I didn’t argue and wished her all the very best.

She is still with him now, they have a new baby.
We are still friends and see each other for coffee about once a month.

I always tell her she knows where I am if she needs work!