Breaking The Glass Ceiling

BREAKING THE GLASS CEILING By TheMoose63 Helen Woodward took off her glasses, rubbed the bridge of her nose then sat back in her leather chair in her brand new office and surveyed her domain. Helen, at the tender age of 49, was the first woman in the history of Bass, Newman and Willis to break the glass ceiling and actually be appointed as a director of the firm and as senior director at that! She had moved from the 49th floor up to the 59th floor, the highest in the building, and was awarded, for her hard work and expertise, a corner office with windows overlooking the city from two sides. As she leaned back in her chair and looked at the museum quality art work on her walls and the scenic view of the city far below she reflected on how lucky she was, not on how good she was or on how hard she had worked or how much she deserved the promotion, just on how lucky she was ... at least at work! Helen's married life was something else again. Her husband Myron is a prestigious cardiac surgeon as well as the Chief of Staff at Fennimore Regional Medical Center in the suburbs and spent even more time at the hospital than she did at the law offices. He was out of the house by six each morning while she normally left by six-thirty. Even if she got home by nine or ten at night he was seldom in the house before midnight. They hadn't made 'love' in the truest sense in years ... although to be fair about it they did have sexual intercourse or what she thought of as a mercy fuck, now and again. It was her husbands attempt to placate her a couple of times a month and usually on a weekend. He would indicate to her that he was interested and she would go into the bedroom, strip out of her clothes and wait for him. He would follow her into the bedroom, take off his clothes and get between her legs. He would slip himself inside, grunt a few times and cum and that was it. No foreplay, no kissing, no nothing, especially no orgasm for her ... no she had to finish herself off in the bathroom! Well she was tired of being virtually raped so she tended to avoid him whenever he seemed in that mood. Tonight she was at her office window looking down and watching the minions of workers in the building leaving for their homes and families and she wished that she had taken the time to have a family but she hadn't and that, as they say, is that. Back at her desk she was reviewing yet another contract, making marginal notes to be corrected the next day by the 45th floor attorneys when she looked up at her clock and realized that is was almost nine o'clock. God, where had the day gone? She rubbed her back and thought that a workout might be nice and then remembered that now that she was a director it gave her access to the 'Director's Spa" on the fifth floor. She looked at her phone listing, found the spa's extension and dialed 699. "Director's Spa, Richard speaking, how may I help you sir?" The 'sir' remark stung a bit but she decided to just ignore it. "Richard, this is Helen Woodward and I would like an appointment for tonight, do you have any times available?" There was some hesitation before he spoke. "Uh ... Miss Woodward ... this is the Director Spa!" Now she was upset. "Yes, I know that Richard, why else would I call ... now do you have an opening or not?" He quickly looked through the directors list and found her name. Well I'll be damned he thought. "Well Miss Woodward, I have one client right now and he'll be gone in about five minutes so I'm available whenever you are, say around nine fifteen ... is that alright? Oh, and I'm sorry about the 'sir' remark." "No problem, you're forgiven and it's Mrs. Woodward Richard and yes, nine-fifteen will be just fine ... do I need to bring anything with me?" "No ma'am, we have everything right here." "Good, then I'll see you in ... about ten minutes." "Yes ma'am, ten minutes." Richard hung up the phone and thought about having a woman in the spa ... Christ what was the world coming to? He put the phone back in its cradle and looked at himself in the mirror. 23, 6'2" and a 194 pounds with rock hard abs and a body to die for, yet he just wasn't ready to accept some old bag in his spa. The phone rang and Richard answered it, recognized the voice on the other end, listened and heard what the man wanted. Richard nodded his head several times then said, "Yes sir, I'll let you know. Yes sir I can do that too." He hung up the phone and just stared at it for a minute then he began getting ready for Mrs. Woodward's visit. Up on the 59th floor Helen walked over to her private bathroom, opened the door and stepped inside and looked at herself in the mirror. She was 49, 5'7" and a 123 pounds and not half bad looking ... for 49. She turned sideways and looked at her bust line and nodded her head with the knowledge that in a $2000 business suit, $250 blouse and her imported French silk bra and matching panties she looked terrific ... still she also realized that if she took off everything her breasts would sag and so would her butt and some of the cellulite on her thighs would become apparent. Given those drawbacks she still looked nice enough, clothed at least, that there were several of the attorneys in the building that would be happy for a chance to get into her panties! Helen thought back to the last time she successfully lured a man into her proverbial marital bed and realized that it had been sixteen months, at the hospitals Christmas party ... she had snuck away with that handsome ... anyway, she thought, that was way too long to go without sex. Helen sighed and turned out the lights then stepped out of the bathroom and headed out to the elevator banks and down to the spa. Richard was just coming out of the office when Helen walked into the spa. "Good evening Mrs. Woodward, how may I help you tonight?" Helen looked at the 23 year old and his body was and remembered back to her youth and her first real love, Jack McKeon. Jack had been the co-captain of her college's football team and the first true love of her life until ... well who knew where the bastard was at now. "I assume that you're Richard?" "Yes ma'am." "Well I'll need some workout gear then I want to do maybe a half an hour on the treadmill or a couple of machines, take a short sauna and have a massage ... I read the company's brochure and it said that you gave massages, are you any good Richard?" "Oh yes ma'am, I've had massage therapy training." He looked at her body for a second then said, "Now for your clothes I'd suggest that you use Room One just inside the doors on the left, over there," he pointed to the doors, "and use the men's small shorts and a medium tee-shirt. I apologize for the men's clothing but until tonight this has been a men's only spa ... sorry." "That's perfectly alright Richard and please feel free to call me Helen. Now I'm going to go and change clothes then I'll meet you by the machines, I assume they are right inside there too?" "Yes ma ... Helen." When she walked through the doors Richard walked back into the office and turned off the lights. He picked up the phone and dialed a three digit extension and listened as it rang, and then was picked up. "She's here, going to use the treadmill then the sauna and wants a massage, I'd say she'll be here maybe an hour and a half, maybe two." He listened and nodded his head then watching through the two-way mirror saw Helen walk into the changing room. "Yes sir all the cameras are set and working and yes I'll do my best. Yes sir and thank you sir." Helen walked into the changing room, closed the door and locked it. She looked around and saw two ceiling to floor lockers, a shelf containing various sizes of workout clothes as well as clean towels. In the center of the room was a leather high back chair and next to that was a large leather massage table covered with a sheet. She fingered the leather table and thought that it would be nice and comfortable when it came time for her massage. She was looking forward to a massage as she hadn't had the time to visit to her regular spa in months. Helen walked over and looked into the huge mirror on the wall and ran her fingers through her short hair and then went over to the lockers, opened the first one and began to take off her clothes. Richard watched her checking out the room and almost fainted when she looked into the mirror. Her face was so close to him that he could have reached out and touched her. He briefly wondered if she knew it was a two-way mirror, then when she didn't do the 'fingernail' test ... putting a fingernail up to check the image, he knew she didn't have a clue. When she walked over to the lockers he started breathing easier and he watched her as she started to get undressed. He flipped a switch and the cameras began to whir. Helen took off her coat and hung it up in the locker then began unbuttoning her blouse. Finished, she pulled her blouse out from her skirt, took it off and hung it on a hanger. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it and hung it up with her coat. Standing there in her pantyhose and bra she walked over and dug through the workout clothes until she found a pair of small pants and a medium tee shirt. Richard was amazed by the older woman's body, even though she hadn't finished undressing. When Helen pushed her pantyhose over her hips and then sat down and pulled them off Richard couldn't wait to see her nude. She stood, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and pulled it off. Amazing, he thought, hardly any sag at all and she's 49! Soon her panties disappeared and Helen was standing there in all her glory and Richard was thinking that he was going to be proud to be able to fuck this woman, God what an amazing body! Naked, Helen walked across the room and looked at her body in the mirror. She saw the slight sag to her butt and breasts but rationalized that any sane, mature man would want her. She lifted first one breast and then the other and watched as they bounced when she let them go. She pinched her nipples and felt herself getting wet then she slipped her finger in between her labia, pulled it out and tasted herself. Yep you still got it girl she thought as she slipped into the shorts and tee-shirt. She thought about putting on her bra and panties but decided that Richard probably wouldn't notice that she wasn't wearing any. Richard almost creamed in his shorts when Helen began playing with herself right in front of the mirror. When she put a finger into her pussy and tested herself for wetness and then sucked off her own juices he knew that she was going to be one hot fuck! 45 minutes later and after spending 15 minutes on the StairMaster, 15 minutes on a treadmill and running twenty laps Helen walked back to the front of the spa and rang the bell. In just seconds Richard appeared. "Yes ma'am?" "Well Richard I think I'm ready for a massage. Do you want me to take a shower or can you do it like this? Oh, can we use the massage table in my changing room?" "The shower is up to you but most prefer to shower after the massage. Uh, the table in your room will be perfect. Here is a remote buzzer, when you're changed and ready for me just press the buzzer and I'll come in." "I see, and how would you like me dressed?" "Well it's really up to you ma'am, without clothing is the best for a massage but you can pretty much wear what you like and I'll work around what you have on ... now if you'll excuse me." Richard closed the door behind him then went into the office to see what she decided. He was guessing that on her first visit she would wear at least her bra and panties but you never knew. He saw her looking at the massage table, running her fingers over the lightweight sheet then she turned and pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head and stepped out of the her shorts and nude, grabbed a large towel and hopped up onto the table, lay face down and spread the towel over her lower back, butt and thighs. Then she pressed the buzzer and waited. He smiled to himself. The door opened and she turned her head sideways and looked at Richard. "I'm ready, how long will this take ... not that I'm in any hurry." "Well I prefer to do at least an hour, an hour and a half is better if you have the time but it's really up to you." "Okay Richard, let's go with the hour and a half." Richard turned down the lights, walked over to a shelf and turned on some relaxing music and lit several scented candles then took a bottle of scented massage oil off the shelf. Most people thought the lights and candles were used to improve the mood of the room and that was generally true but in this case he was using them to provide a background for the cameras so they got a better picture. He started with her hands, spending almost three minutes massaging each hand then working on her forearms and finally working up to her shoulders where he stopped. He put some more oil on his hands, rubbed them together then worked on her neck. She was a little stiff but he could feel her relaxing the longer he worked on her. He walked around the table and noticed her breasts were mashed down on the sheet and he was tempted to touch her then and there but he managed to restrain himself. He walked down to the foot of the table and lifted one leg up onto his chest then began massaging her foot and then her calf. He stretched her leg out and then worked on her calf with expert fingers. He lowered his head as he squeezed her muscles and looked up under the towel at her pussy and saw that her lips were already puffy, almost a sure sign that she was just a little bit turned on. Helen was as relaxed as she had been in months! Richards' fingers were indeed 'a miracle' and she loved the light, almost sexual way he was touching her body. When he lifted her right leg and put it on his chest she knew that he could probably see her pussy but instead of being offended she was excited. As his fingers moved up on her thigh she wondered if he would be bold enough to actually touch her pussy ... she hoped so, it had been a long time since a man had caressed her there. Richard finished with her right leg without going any higher than her thigh then he moved over to her left side and repeated his massage again carefully avoiding anything above her thigh. He knew that the more he teased her, the more willing she would be when he finally touched her breasts or ass or more importantly, her pussy. The only question was ... would she initiated the touching or just allow him to do it. "How are you doing Mrs. Woodward?" "Oh God Richard, I'm fine, but please ... it's Helen! I have to tell you that so far this has been a wonderful massage." "Thank you ma'am, but I have to tell you that I'm uncomfortable with calling you Helen... you know, house rules and everything. Now I'm ready to do your shoulders and back and if you get at all uncomfortable with my technique or touching, please just say so and I'll stop." He loved using that line because so far no one had ever told him to stop and on film it made it look consensual. "Alright." She purred. His fingers dug deep into the tissue around her shoulders and she moaned, not with sexual pleasure but with the pleasure one got from a good deep massage. His hands worked farther and farther down her back until they were massaging the small of her back then he gently removed the towel. She stiffened and sucked in her breath. "Are you alright Mrs. Woodward?" "Yes, I'm ... fine Richard, please go on." She felt his fingers slide down onto her butt and begin squeezing her cheeks. For sure he could see the folds of her labia now and if he looked she knew he could see her wetness ... but would he look? Would he touch her, would he caress her? His fingers stopped just short of her pussy. "Uh, Mrs. Woodward, I would like to finish off with your front, is that alright or would you prefer that just I stop now?" She answered him by rolling over on the table and lacing her fingers together then putting them underneath her head. She smiled up at him as he looked at her breasts. "No Richard, please continue." The move surprised Richard but he didn't let on. "Alright then let's get started." He looked at her breasts as they lay spread flat on her chest. She had light pink areolas that were maybe three inches across and small dark brown nipple almost perfectly centered and they were hard! He poured some more lotion into his hands, rubbed them together and started on her right breast. He cupped the breast and lifted it off her chest then massaged it from the sides out to the center all the while rubbing small circles on her nipples. He looked up and saw hat she had closed her eyes and was breathing deeply in rhythm to his manipulations. "Does that feel good Mrs. Woodward?" He asked. Helen opened her eyes and smiled up at Richard. She saw him smile back then she noticed that he had a hard-on. She took one hand from under her head and reached down and lightly touched his cock rubbing her fingers up and down on his shorts. "God yes Richard that feels wonderful. Look, I'm laying here all naked ... and it only seem fair that you should join me, any chance of that happening?" "If you like ma'am, this is, after all, the Directors Spa and I've been instructed to do what I'm told." He pulled his white polo shirt up and over his head and dropped it on the floor then pushed down his shorts and underwear revealing his hard cock. She turned onto her side and just stared at him. His cock had to be eight inches and almost as thick as her wrist, God she had never seen anyone so well endowed. She touched him and felt the soft, pliable and warm skin and she wanted him inside her. "God Richard that is the nicest looking cock I've ever seen!" "Yes ma'am, I've been told that before ... now is there anything ... uh ... special that you might like me to do for you?" He said it with a straight face but inside he was beaming. When he had been approached about seducing Helen Woodward for them he wasn't sure he wanted to be involved but, as they pointed out, his job was on the line so he agreed. When he first me Helen he was expecting someone stuck-up but she was just a real person and when he first saw her undressing he was amazed by her sexuality and now he wanted her, oh how he fucking wanted her. "Yes ... yes there is..." Helen reached out and pulled Richard close to her head and as she stroked his cock he reached down and began running his fingers through her hair and lightly stroking her face. "I can see what you want Helen, I can tell that you want to taste me, want to lick some of the cum off my cock, you do, don't you?" "Yes ... yes I want to taste you." She nodded and as he moved closer he leaned down and kissed her cheek and when she opened her mouth he slid his cock inside. Oh my God Helen thought, I can't possibly take all of him! Richard continued to stroke her cheek as he slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. He didn't want to scare her off by choking her and he wanted it to be a pleasant sensation because his real goal was her pussy, although he knew it wouldn't be that night. As she sucked on his cock like a lollypop Richard reached down and played with her nipples and when she moaned she reached farther down and let his fingers trail up and down between her labia then as he rubbed her, one of his fingers on either side of her pussy he let his thumb slide across her clit. He could see the wetness on her pussy and when she began lifting her hips up to meet his fingers he knew she was close. Seconds later her whole body tensed up then she let out a cry of pleasure as her body shook as her orgasm overtook her. His cock slipped from her mouth, "God Richard ... God I'm ccuumminnnggggggg!!!!! "Good! Come on Helen, cum for me ... please cum for me and I promise I'll eat it all out of your pussy." She spread her legs and felt his tongue slip inside her then the electricity of yet another cum started between her legs and she pushed her pussy into his face. "That's it Richard, eat my pussy, suck my clit and make me cum again. Oh yes, ohhh fuck yessssssssss. OHGODIMCUMING sshhitttttt!!" Richard heard her beg him to stop and he smiled to himself as he stood up, walked to the front of the table and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him again. "What about you Richard, you haven't cum yet. You have been so good to me that I want to take care of you too ... please?" "Awww Mrs. Woodward, that's alright ... honest but not tonight. I mean just helping you get off is pleasure enough for me ... besides I have another appointment in a couple of minutes but thanks anyway, maybe next time." He kissed her again and left the room. Helen watched him leave and was confused. Okay so there was another director coming... but why hadn't he just given her a quick fucking, God she was looking forward to feeling him deep inside her? She shrugged her shoulders then stood up and walked over to the private shower and cleaned-up. Richard was sitting behind the mirror and watching her shower and was slowly jacking off. When she stepped out to dry off he came, shooting his cum all over his legs. While he used a towel to clean himself up he watched her get dressed then she left the room and he didn't bother to see if she left the Spa. For the next two days Helen sat in her office, her mind constantly thinking about what had happened that night in the spa. She had been expecting that at any minute Mr. Bass or Mr. Newman would walk through her door and accuse her of some perverted sexual offense, some crime against the company's policies or something ... but nothing had happened, no one came and soon she forgot all about it. On the third day Helen was working late and when she looked up she realized it was already dark outside and she looked at the wall clock and saw it was half past eight. She thought about the spa, picked up the phone and dialed 699. "Director's Spa, Richard speaking, how may I help you?" "Richard this is Helen Woodward, do you have a spot open for me?" "Uh ... let me see Mrs. Woodward. Yes, I have 8:45 open ... is that good for you?" "That would be fine Richard, thank you." "Uh ... excuse me Mrs. Woodward, what will you be requiring tonight?" She thought about that for a minute. "Well if you're up for it a nice slow, long massage would be great." "I'll get the room ready ma'am." He hung up the phone then picked it up again and dialed the number. When the phone was answered he said, "Yes sir ... she coming back again sir, 8:45 sir. Yes sir ... a massage only this time. Yes sir, no problem ... the cameras are ready and I'll make sure that you get the shots you want. Thank you sir!" He hung up and walked out of the office and into Room One where he lit several candles and turned on the music. She hung up the phone and looked at the clock ... twenty minutes to kill. Helen read through one more contract then left for the spa. She arrived five minutes early and saw Richard standing there with a towel in his hand. "Good evening Mrs. Woodward." She nodded her head. "Good evening Richard, I hope you're as good tonight as you were the last time ... maybe even better?" "I'll try ma'am." He led her into Room One and held the door for her. "I'll just wait outside Mrs. Woodward." She looked around the room and thought it was perfect. "First off Richard I would prefer that you call me Helen, rules aside but especially now that we have ... ah ... been kind of intimate and there is no need for you to leave, let's just get undressed and get started." He took a deep breath. "Fine with me ma'am ... Helen." She began to undress and Richard watched, still fascinated with her body. He quickly slipped off his polo shirt and shorts and underwear and stood there naked, his hard cock jutting out from between his legs. When Helen finished undressing she turned and saw Richard and again she admired his cock. She walked over to where he was standing and wrapped her fingers around him and let him over to the massage table. "I think we can skip the preliminaries and just get started with you massaging my pussy and tits only this time Richard I want you inside me, alright?" Richard helped her up onto the table, turned her sideways and held on to her arm as she lay back on the table. He bent over and sucked a nipple into his mouth and his fingers immediately found her pussy easily slipping inside her sliding up until he touched her clit. She moaned. "Oh God Richard that's wonderful, please keep doing that." "God you're so wet Helen, have you been thinking about me?" "Jesus what a stupid question, of course I've been thinking about you Richard ... all day and all I've imagined is your cock inside me." He kept his fingers inside her as he moved to the end of the table then with one had he lifted first one leg and then the other until they were resting on his shoulders then he moved closer to the to her gaping pussy and easily slipped his cock inside her. She felt him entering her, stretching her pussy and it felt damned good ... it had just been way too long since she had been properly fucked. "AAARRRGGGHHHH! Oh My God! Oh sweet Jesus Richard, fuck me, please honey fuck me." Richard was more than happy to comply with her wishes, Christ he had wanted to fuck her the first time but they had told him no ... but now he had their approval and was going to take full advantage of it. He slowly slipped in and out, going from just inside her lips all the way to the bottom then back out to the top. "Fuck! Richard don't fucking tease me, fuck me with that prick of yours ... fuck me long and fuck me hard!" He grabbed her and pulled her butt farther over the end of the table then pounded her pussy as hard as he could ... in and out, in and out ? faster and faster until he saw her lift her butt up into the air and he knew she was going to cum. "OH ... OH GOD ... Oh baby I'm ... I'm ... cccuumminggggggggggg!" She pushed into his groin trying her hardest to get all of his cock into her as she muscles grasped his cock and she felt the familiar spasm of her pussy and she came. He continued to fuck her even though she had two more orgasms and was trying for a third. "You like that don't you Helen, you like my cock deep in your hot little pussy, filling you up and making you cum?" "Ye... yes, yes I do." She panted and another orgasm approached. "You ... are you ... almost there?" "Yea, yea I'm almost ready but I want to cum in your mouth ... come on baby turn around and suck my cock." Helen reluctantly pulled herself away from his cock and turned on the table and opened her mouth. "Come on Richard, give me that cock." He complied by shoving himself into her mouth. "Go on Helen, suck my cock. God I'm so fucking close, come on you can suck better than that!" He wrapped his fingers into her hair and guided her head back and forth until he felt his cum swirling inside his loins and he got up onto his toes as his cock exploded into her mouth. He rammed his cock deep into her throat until she started to choke then he eased off just a bit. "OOHGODOHFUCMEI'MCUMMINGGGGG!!!!!" As his cock shot hot cum into Helen's mouth he watched her try and swallow and unable to do that she tried to pull back and catch her breath but he wouldn't let her head loose either. "Suck it down you fucking slut, suck it all down and don't let any go or I'll wait until I'm hard again and fuck your ass." She had another orgasm as he talked dirty to her, told her he would fuck her ass. Would he really? She had never been fucked in the ass and had always wondered what it would be like but with the size of his cock ... God that would have to hurt! She gulped and did as he asked and swallowed all of his cum. Afterward they took a shower together then Helen got dressed and returned to her office and finished off that days work. It was Tuesday of the following week before Helen had a chance to even think about using the spa and she was about to find out that things had taken a twist. Helen waited until after eight in the evening before she called down to Richard. "Director's Spa, Richard speaking, how may I help you?" "Richard, its Helen ... do you have time for me tonight?" She was horny and looking forward to a good fucking and hoped he had some time available. "Yes ma'am, give me fifteen minutes and I'll have everything ready." "Thanks Richard, I'll see you then." She walked into the spa exactly on time and found no one in the foyer. She pushed open the doors and walked into workout area and over to Room One and opened the door. Richard was there, lighting the candles while a twenty-something looking woman, also dressed in workout clothes, was changing the linens on the massage table. Helen was taken aback, who what this woman and what was she doing here? Richard saw her when she opened the door and he looked up and smiled. "Good evening Mrs. Woodward. Uh, Mrs. Woodward this is," he pointed to the girl, "Beth and she is going to assist me tonight, I hope you don't mind?" Damn, there goes my fuck! "Uh ... well I guess its okay but I thought the Director's Spa never used women? I'm sorry if that sounds pompous Beth but I am just curious, that's all." Richard was slowly shaking his head. "No, no it's alright Mrs. Woodward, Beth here is a certified massage therapist, with a master's degree actually, and now that you've broken the glass ceiling, so to speak, the senior partners thought that it was time to have a lovely and capable female in our employ. If you would rather have just me that's fine I'll just send Beth away." She felt so stupid! "No that's alright." She turned to face the girl. "Beth please accept my profound apology, I certainly didn't mean any harm or offense." Beth smiled. "That's alright Mrs. Woodward, none taken." Helen relaxed and smiled. "Good ... now that we've taken of that would you please call me Helen, Richard does and I would appreciate it if you would too. Shall I get changed?" Beth nodded her head. "Helen I can leave while you change if you want me too but Richard told me that you seemed to prefer it if he, and I'll presume now that would include me too, be ... ah, natural during the massage. Is that correct?" Helen looked stupefied. Richard had shared that he massaged her in the nude? Was there a presumption that the three of them would have sex? God she hadn't touched another female since ... well since her second year in undergraduate school ... still Beth was a good looking woman. "No Beth you don't have to leave and yes, you're included too. All three of them disrobed and Helen hopped up onto the table and lay face down and waited. Beth took the left side and Richard the right and the two massage therapists whispered back and forth about their techniques and they massaged her back and shoulders. It felt good to have four hands on her body and she felt the familiar tingling of sexual arousal as they continued. Suddenly there were fingers, how many she wasn't sure of, but several between her legs touching her, manipulating her labia and clit ... oh God but it felt so fucking good. She moaned and was looking forward to having them inside her, fucking her and then someone slapped her on her butt. "Time to roll over Helen." "Oh God I was so close!" She rolled over on her back and watched as Beth and Richard continued to massaging her body. Beth was maybe her height, 5'7" but she weighed at least ten pounds less. She was muscular without looking like a weightlifter but her breasts were small but wide and her guess was that being muscular made for a large bra size ... she guessed that Beth was maybe a 32D. She had beautiful nipples and they were hard and sticking straight out. She smiled at the girl and lazily reached up and caressed her breast and nipple. "You have lovely breasts Beth but you're nipples look down right eatable!" Beth stopped massaging and looked down at her breasts. "Really? You think so?" She tweaked on nipple then leaned over Helen's face. "Then go on Helen and give it a try." Helen put her arm over the girls back and pulled her closer then sucked her nipple into her mouth. Beth reached down between her legs and began rubbing her own clit. "Oh yes that's it Helen, suck my nipple, suck me and make me cum!" Helen was sucking and nibbling on her breast and nipple when she felt Richard between her legs. She spread them apart, and let Richard have the access he wanted. Soon his tongue was inside her, licking her pussy and she was in seventh heaven. She let Beth's nipple go. Oh God Richard, fuck me, fuck me baby. Put that big cock in my pussy and make me cum." Richard pulled her down to the end of the table and did as she asked; he slipped his hard cock between the lips of her woman hood and all the way inside her body. While he was slowly fucking her pussy Beth was sucking on one of Helen's tits and now she massaging the other with her free hand. "Oh my God! Oh fuck you two this is great ... fucking great! Oh God I'm so close. Beth, get up on the table and sit on my face it's been way too long since I have a nice pussy to lick on!" Beth straddled Helen's head and lowered her pussy down until the older woman could suck her clit into her mouth. The feeling was wonderful as Helen sucked and licked her pussy. Inside the spa's office the camera's whirred as Jim Bass and George Newman watched their newest Director have the fucking of her life. "I think that addition of the young girl was a nice touch." Jim said to George. "Yes I agree and it's going to look wonderful on the DVD. Do you think we have enough yet or do we need to wait for another visit to the spa?" George asked. "No, I think we have plenty. God I always thought that Helen was a good looking woman and would be a great fuck but I never dreamt that she would be half this good. And she likes women too, definitely a plus when dealing with difficult ... uh ... clients." Jim laughed. "Yes, I agree and tomorrow night you and I will be the recipients of our first trial run on Helen Woodward's abilities under conditions of ... uh ... stress!" They both chuckled and walked out of the spa office, the door closing silently behind them while the threesome fucked and sucked and the cameras recorded all of it. The next day Helen was sitting behind her desk reviewing a contract when there was a light knocking on her door frame. She looked up and saw her secretary standing there with an envelope in her hand. "Yes Susan, what is it?" "Uh, this envelope just came for you Mrs. Woodward." She walked over to Helen's desk and handed her the envelope. "Thank you Susan that will be all." She looked at the return address and saw it was from the desk of Jim Bass. She was curious but waited until her secretary had left her office before opening it up. In inside there a single sheet of expensive paper with a hand written note..."Helen, please stop by and see me before you go home today ... six-ish would be just fine. See you then. Jim" Hummm, she thought. If Jim wanted to see her why didn't he just have his executive assistant give her a call and set up an appointment. Maybe something was wrong and he didn't want his assistant or her secretary to have a clue what it was all about. Was she in some sort of trouble? Well there was only one way to find out and that was to show up at six. It was five to six when Helen walked into the executive suite. Jim and George's executive assistant were both long gone but she could see light seeping out from under both executive's doors. She walked over and lightly knocked on Jim Bass's door. "Come in." A deep voice called out. Helen opened the door and saw Jim but was surprised to see that George was there too, sitting in a large leather chair next to Jim's desk. She looked at her boss, "You wanted to see me Jim?" "Well yes Helen, I did ... actually George and I both wanted to have a little chat with you. Do you have a few minutes for us?" "Absolutely." Without being asked Helen took a seat on the settee in from of Jim's desk. She rearranged her skirt, tucked her knees together in a lady-like fashion and sat back. "Alright, what can I do for you two? If this about the Hendricks contract you needn't worry because I can assure you that it will be signed and delivered by tomorrow afternoon at the latest." Jim looked across at George and saw the smile on his partners face. He turned and looked back at Helen. "The Hendricks contract? No Helen it's something entirely different. You see we at Bass, Newman and Willis have a ... a, oh what's the word I'm looking for here George?" "Hummm, I think its reputation Jim, I think reputation fits the best." "Ah yes, that's it ... we have a reputation to uphold. A reputation for our clients, and of course the public and certainly to our many employees." Helen was at a loss for words. "I'm sorry Jim but I'm not following you at all. Have I done something that you think might impinge on the reputation of the firm?" Jim was slowly nodding his head then he took his laptop computer and turned it around so the screen was facing Helen. He got up and walked around behind her and took a remote and flicked the 'play' button. "Well yes Helen I ... we think you have. Maybe you can explain to George and I what's happening here." The screen flicked to life and Helen watched a movie of herself unfold on the small screen. In the first few frames she was by herself undressing in the spa then it changed to where Richard was massaging her back then she rolled over and let Richard massage her breasts and pussy ... then she sucked his cock and from there it just got worse. It showed her asking Richard to skip the massage and just fuck her and to make matters worse it showed Richard, Barb and her having sex. She wanted to scream! Oh God she was so fucking done! Stick a fork in me God, I'm done! Her reputation, her career, her marriage... done, done, done! She shook her head and thought of Byron ... what would he do? He would probably loose the next election for Chief of Staff and for sure his career would suffer. As big an ass as he had become he didn't deserve that! How in the fuck had she been filmed? Who the fuck... ? She looked down at the floor then felt Jim's strong hands on her shoulder, slowly massaging her aching muscles. She turned and looked up to see the senior partner smiling down at her. Jim said, "Helen I know that this looks bad, very bad but I think ... well that is we, George and I, think that there is a solution to this ... uh, unfortunate situation. A solution where you can keep your job and position and your husband will never find out what has happened here. See, George and I can control Richard and Barb so that won't be a problem ... no all you have to do is ... ah ... cooperate with ... with us and do some ... uh, extra ... uh ... special projects and we'll agree to keep all this nice and quiet." She couldn't believe her ears! She was elated. They weren't going to fire her; they would help her after all, they would keep this quite. Her job was safe and more importantly her marriage was safe! "Oh my God Jim ... George, that's wonderful! Jesus I will do anything for you two, you know that. And now that I know that you're going to stand behind me, there isn't anything in hell I wouldn't do for you." "That's what we thought you'd say Helen, that's exactly what we thought." George cooed. Jim was still massaging her shoulders and she felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of her. "So guys ... what are these special projects you want me to do?" She watched as George smiled then looked over at Jim. She turned and looked at her boss and saw that he was smiling too. Jim stopped massaging her shoulders and started in with the lie. "Well Helen ... George and I always thought that you were one hell of a good looking woman. So good looking in fact that we have ... uh, always wanted to ... uh to get to know you better. It actually came to George's attention, through some unnamed mutual friends, that you and your husband weren't doing so well in the ... uh, sex and marriage department and when we saw you with Richard well, it made us want you even more. Do you understand what I'm saying Helen?" She couldn't believe her ears! They were propositioning her! These two old farts wanted to have sex with her? Jesus Christ there was no way she was going to let them have sex with her! Then it dawned on her, they had set this whole fucking thing up! There was no other way it could have happened, at least not without their approval. "You fucking bastards! You two fucking perverts set this whole thing up ? didn't you? Well I'll tell you something ... I won't do it, I won't fuck either of you but what I will do is hire a damned good sexual harassment attorney and sue the pants off of you and this firm!" George sat passively in the chair. Jim, still standing behind Helen spoke up. "Now, now Helen, don't get irrational..." "Irrational? Fucking irrational?" She screamed, "You take movies of me in compromising positions then blackmail me with them? I'm not being irrational ... hell this is the sanest thing I've done in a fucking month!" Jim slipped his hands back on her shoulders and began to gently squeeze her shoulders. "Look Helen we have made copies of everything that happened in the spa so you can't claim it was faked. Your husband is the most prestigious cardiac surgeon in the city and you can just imagine what will happen to his practice and his reputation ... and then there is your marriage! If you don't cooperate with us you'll loose not only your position in the community but here at the firm too. Everything you have ever worked for your entire life will be down the tubes. Is that what you want? Really Helen, all you have to do is take care of George and me and ... well a client now and then and we'll make sure that none of this ever surfaces. Is this so bad Helen? Think about it; think very hard before you make your decision." Helen sat there fuming. She was taking in deep breaths through her nose and trying to figure out a solution, something other than what they had proposed but when she thought about what Jim had said she knew it was all true. If she didn't do what they wanted she and her husband would be ruined. Jesus Christ what choice did she have, really have? She took a deep breath, "Alright I'll do what you want, after all, as you so cleverly pointed out ... what other choices do I really have?" George want to jump with glee ... it had worked, it had fucking worked! She was theirs! He calmly got out of the chair and walked over and locked the office door then came back and took off his coat and tie then tossed them on the chair and took a seat on the edge of the desk. "Good choice Helen, now please stand up and let's have a look at you, up close and personal as they say." She stood up, brushed down her skirt and waited ... hell, what was the big deal they had already seen her naked albeit on film. "Helen, take off you suit coat and do it nice and slow." Jim ordered. She wanted to laugh, how in the hell do you do it quickly? She unbuttoned the center button on her jacket and let the back slip down and off. She folded her jacket in half and laid it on the arm of the settee. Jim walked around and ran his fingers down over her shoulders and down across her breasts. "God I can't want to see those in person." "For Christ's sakes Jim, let her get on with it." George lamented. Jim leaned in, kissed her neck right below her ear and whispered. "Now your blouse honey." She took another deep breath and began unbuttoning her blouse. When she was finished she unbuttoned each of her sleeves then let the blouse slip down her shoulders like she had her jacket. She folded it and lay in on top of her suit coat. George openly admired her breasts. How big are you Helen?" He asked pointing to her chest. "37c George." "Come over here and let me unhook your bra, I want to be the first to feel those puppies." George said, his eyes filled with lust. She walked over to the desk and turned her back so that George could unsnap her bra. She felt his fingers pulling on the back strap then she felt it give way and her bra fell off her shoulders and onto the floor of the office. His hands immediately replaced her bra, his fingers caressing her flesh then his fingers and thumbs rolling her nipples. "God Helen you have great tits, there even better than they looked in the tapes." "Thanks." She said less than enthusiastically. He continued to roll her nipples in his fingers and it was starting to have its effect on her. Never mind that she didn't want to get excited, it appeared that her body had a mind of its own. There was the familiar tingling deep inside her body and she felt herself getting wet. Her eyes were closed and her head leaning back on Georges shoulders when suddenly she felt lips on hers and it could only be Jims. She opened her mouth and let his tongue inside and moaned as George kept up the pressure on her nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh yesssss Jim kiss me honey!" George reached down and lifted her skirt up until it was around her waist. He dropped his hands and slipped them inside her panties and found her pussy ... and God was she ever wet. "Jesus Jim she's so fucking wet ... she really wants to get fucked!" Jim dropped down onto his knees and pulled Helen's panties down until she could step out of them then he leaned in and began licking her pussy. His tongue slid in between her labia, finding and teasing her clit as she squirmed around in George's arms. Once his tongue touched her clit all resistance was gone, it was all over but the shouting. The electricity shot out from the 'V' between her legs to all parts of her body. Her nipples were even more sensitive that before and she was dripping cum. "Oh God yes Jim ... eat my pussy honey, make me cum!" George bent his head and sucked her nipple in his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck yessssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" She felt the rush of her orgasm and it shuttered in the center of her womanhood. "Oh God damn I'mmmmmmm, I'mmmmm cuuummiinngggggggggggggg!!!!!!" "Get her on her fucking knees Jim; I want to fuck that mouth of hers." George screamed. Helen didn't need any encouragement, she dropped down onto her knees and watched as George unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. For someone in his late sixties his cock looked great. Maybe six inches long and nice and thick and very hard and leaking pre-cum. "Come on George, you always wanted to fuck me, well come on George, fuck my face. I want to feel your hot cum shooting deep in my throat." Five minutes later all three of them were naked and Helen was on her hands and knees with Jim in her pussy pumping away while she sucked on George's cock. When both men came she got down onto her hands and knees and sucked their cocks until there were hard again then they switched places. Much later all three were sitting on the settee when Helen looked from one to another. "You boy's tired?" "Fuck Helen, I'm 68 years old, not some fucking teenager." George complained. "Yea, me too and I'm 71 ... still this is the first time I've come twice in a night since I was maybe 50!" Jim interjected. Helen reached out and took Jim's cock in her left hand and George's in her right and began to slowly stroke them. "Well boys, you had better get down to your doctor's and get a prescription for Viagra if you're going to try and keep up with me!" This wasn't going to be so bad, she thought, hell she would keep her prestigious job, her husband wouldn't ever find out and she would get laid regularly and that's what she really wanted anyway. As she stroked their cocks she idly wondered if any of the clients they had in mind were female. 3868 1.21/512345