Helen's Toy Ch. 04 - Liberation

Helen stirred, waking slowly. When she left the safe embrace of sleep, she realised that there was just a thin sheet covering her nakedness. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered the previous night with Lizzy. Her life had been turned upside down over the past few days, but last night was something that she'd never forget, and hoped to repeat. She smiled, her eyes still closed.

Helen gradually rolled over and reached out an arm where she expected Lizzy's naked body to be. When she realised there was nothing there, she sat upright, the sheet slipping down to expose her naked breasts.

She heard movement in the kitchen, and she smelt the refreshing scent of coffee creeping into the room. Helen got out of bed and reached for her white silk dressing gown which hung on the back of the bedroom door. She slipped it, threw her long blonde hair over the collar, and crept into the kitchen.

As Helen opened the kitchen door she was met by the sight of Lizzy pouring two cups of coffee. She was just wearing her work blouse, buttoned halfway, and her white panties.

Lizzy casually glanced over to the doorway as she stirred the coffee. "Good morning sleeping beauty," she said.

Helen beamed a smile and looked down with a pang of embarrassment. She looked up again, and held Lizzy's gaze. Helen approached, and wrapped her arms around Lizzy's waist. They kissed tenderly and rested their foreheads on each other, enjoying each others scent and presence.

"Last night was amazing," Helen whispered. "Won't Andy wonder where you are though?"

"He's away for the weekend with friends. Gone to some football game or other," replied Lizzy. "Are you feeling any better about, well... everything?"

"Not really, but I'm glad you're here. I still don't know what I'm going to do. And I can't bare to go into work on Monday with that video out there!"

"We need a night out," declared Lizzy. "Just like the old days. We've not been out enough just lately, and it is Saturday."

"I don't know if I can show my face in public ever again," Helen said woefully.

"Shut up! Let's go to the Kitty Bar tonight. It'll be fine. Nobody is going to recognise you from some random online video."

"Maybe," relented Helen. She could really use some fun.

"Come on," insisted Lizzy. "Let's get your life sorted out, so we can go and have cocktails!" She led Helen into the living room. They sat facing each other on opposite ends of the sofa, both embracing their coffee cups.

They talked about Brad, and the now infamous video. They both laughed, and Helen shed a few more tears.

"I just don't know how I'm going to afford the rent here on a single income either," mused Helen, as she clutched her empty coffee cup close to her chest.

"You could always stay with me and Andy until you figure something out," said Lizzy.

"Wouldn't that be a bit awkward?" replied Helen with a raised eyebrow. "What with our blossoming friendship." Helen made quotation marks in the air.

"You could look for an apartment that's a bit cheaper," suggested Lizzy.

"I guess so, but that'll probably be a cupboard in murderville somewhere. Brad won't have this problem. He'll probably just shack up with that bitch Jessica, or get bailed out by his parents."

Lizzy was worried about her friend, but wanted to try to reassure her. "I'm sure something will come up. These things have a way of working themselves out. Just make sure you don't cave in and take the cheating bastard back."

"Oh don't worry. There's no chance of that," said Helen firmly. "I can't bare to speak to him ever again, but I suppose I've got to arrange for him to take all his stuff."

"Just hire a skip, and be done with it," joked Lizzy.

Helen laughed.

"That's more like it. It does feel good to hear you laugh," said Lizzy. "So what's happening tonight? A night at the Kitty Bar like the old days?"

"Ok, you've twisted my arm," relented Helen.

Lizzy squealed with excitement. "Amazing! I'll go home a bit later to get changed, and I'll meet you there. Oh and don't forget, you get to go out as a single lady tonight."

Helen smiled and threw a knowing glance over to Lizzy. "I guess you're right. It might be a fun night after all."

Later that evening Helen was beginning to get excited about her night out with Lizzy. Every Saturday night used to be their night out together, but that had lessened considerably since Lizzy had met Andy.

Helen stood in front of her wardrobe in her black lace bra and panties, and she contemplated what to wear. She wanted to feel sexy, but decided on a more casual look. Her hips swayed to the music that she had put on, whilst she perused her extensive wardrobe. She decided that the music was too downbeat, so she hit the shuffle button on the speaker. She was delighted to hear the heavy guitar riffs of Queens of the Stone Age kick in. Helen was a rocker at heart which belied her pretty appearance and long blonde hair.

Helen picked out a short black leather skirt and her faded and tight fitting Foo Fighters T-shirt. She decide to wear her hair down, and combined the outfit with her knee high black leather boots.

Lizzy had already left, so that she could go home to get changed. Helen's mind flashed back to the previous night spent with her best friend, and now her lover too. She smiled as her heart danced at the thought. Thoughts raced through her mind, as she looked into the mirror. Was she a lesbian? No, surely this meant that she was bi-sexual. She was still definitely attracted to men, but she'd never in her wildest dreams considered that she could be sexually attracted to another woman. She found it confusing to come to such realisations at almost the age of 30.

Helen forced herself to relax and breathed a deep breath. Why was she letting herself get consumed with thoughts of labels around sexuality? Her sexual desires could be fluid, couldn't they? She'd been forced to confront a new chapter in her life. One that was initially unwelcome, but one that, she was beginning to realise, was filled with opportunities for exploring her needs and desires. Opportunities to live life to the full, and find her true self. Her thoughts seemed cliched to her, but she'd already decided that she'd embrace every new experience and opportunity that was about to come her way.

Helen pulled on her black leather boots, and took one last took at herself in the mirror. She definitely felt sexy, but there was something else this time. It took her a second to realise that it was a sense of power that she felt. She smiled at her reflection and left her apartment, making her way downstairs to hail a taxi.

The black London taxi cab pulled up outside the Kitty Bar in a trendy part of the capital. The bar was a small cavernous dive bar, popular with young professionals and grungy rockers alike. On first impressions it was a run down and cramped venue playing rock, indie and grunge music, but was adored by its patrons.

Helen walked straight into the discreet main entrance, complete with tattered and faded signage. The two door security men greeted her with a familiar smile. When she entered the bar area, she looked around to see that Lizzy wasn't there yet. Lizzy was always late, so Helen made her way to the bar, and ordered a rum and coke. She avoided touching the surface of the battered sticky bar, as she waited for her drink.

With her drink in hand, Helen walked over to a small unoccupied table that faced the bar and dancefloor area. It was still early, so the music was non-intrusive, and a low hum of conversation could be heard from various conversations going on at nearby tables. Helen had got used to people watching whilst waiting for Lizzy to turn up, and had come to enjoy it.

Helen glanced over towards the DJ booth, as a cackle of laughter from a group of girls caught her attention. There were a number of couples too. Until very recently, she had been one half of a couple when she came here regularly with Brad. Sadness intruded on her, but she pushed the thoughts out of her mind. She was determined not to think about Brad tonight.

Helen began to notice more than a few of the men in the bar glance over towards her. She was taken aback by this attention initially, and began to be conscious of how her tight T-shirt made her breasts look huge. She was suddenly overcome by an urge to hide herself away, and a sense of paronia consumed her. Had they seen the online sex video? Did they recognise her? She calmed herself, as she remembered that she'd turned men's heads before. She was used to attracting male attention, but being suddenly single, it all felt so different, she felt vulnerable.

Helen took a sip of her drink as she gathered her thoughts. She'd sworn to herself on that lonely night on the sofa, that she wouldn't allow herself to be a victim again. After all, she knew that the men looking at her all wanted to fuck her. Some were probably already imagining lifting her her leather skirt and taking her there and then, including some of the men with their partners. That's what she'd recently learned about men to her misfortune. The feeling of vulnerability subsided, and was gradually replaced by the earlier feeling of power that she had experienced in her bedroom. Yes, she could have her pick of any of them.

At that moment Lizzy breezed through the doorway, making her usual apologies about being late. Lizzy walked over to the bar, to get herself a drink. Helen smiled, as she appreciated Lizzy's figure in her red and black wrap dress and black high heel shoes.

It was like old times as almost all of the heartache and stress of the last few days slipped from Helen's mind. Helen and Lizzy laughed, danced and drank. Helen wished that the night could last forever, so that she wouldn't have to face the real world again.

As the night wore on, and the drinks flowed, Helen turned her attention back to the men. She'd noticed several men on the dancefloor in her vicinity looking her up and down. Being in a relationship until so recently, she'd never noticed quite how much male attention she attracted.

Helen turned her attention to a guy on the dancefloor next to her. She was struck by his dark good looks, and she thought he had the most striking green eyes. But no, not tall enough. She wanted someone more imposing. She scanned the room again for a potential suitor. In that moment she felt the power again. The feeling that she could have her pick of men was intoxicating.

Then Helen saw him. He wasn't the most attractive man in the club, but he was exactly what she was looking for. She guessed he was around the same age as her, and her heart raced as she contemplated his 6 feet 4 inches muscular frame. She thought that he looked like a rugby player. She admired his pectoral muscles, which could be clearly made out through his T-shirt.

At 5 feet 7 inches Helen was tall for a woman, and in all of her previous relationships she'd never got to feel small. She wanted someone who could sweep her away, against her wishes if necessary. Someone who could pick her up in his strong arms, and have his way with her.

Helen caught his eye. She would have usually glanced away in embarrassment, but she felt differently now. She held his gaze, looked him up and down, and gave a wry smile. He returned the smile, but Helen sensed that he was uncomfortable as he briefly looked down, away from her gaze. She could have swore that she saw him blush.

"I'm going to get another drink," shouted Lizzy over the music. "Are you coming?"

"You go," replied Helen. "I'll catch up with you." She continued to look over towards him.

Lizzy suddenly realised who Helen was looking at. "Ooh, he can throw me over his shoulder any day!" said Lizzy. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't!"

Helen made her way over to her man. She surprised herself by her confidence, but her heart still pounded in anticipation. It had been years since she'd been with a man other than Brad. She forced herself to put her unfaithful ex out of her mind. The raw memory of how he had hurt her so much spurred her on, and gave her the final rush of courage to approach him.

She now stood next to him, on the edge of the crowded dancefloor, holding her empty glass. He smiled again at her. Helen now noticed his rough manly features, his dark closely cropped hair, his huge hands.

"Hey. Can I get you another drink?" he asked in a deep monotone voice.

Helen leaned into him, as if to whisper something. He reciprocated and leaned down towards her. Her heart was pounding. She'd already decided what she was going to do. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the heavy beat of the music. But she knew it was really the cruel betrayed from days earlier that drove her on to do what she did next.

"You could get me a drink," she spoke closely into his ear, but loud enough to be heard over the music. "Or we could just skip to the part where you fuck me."

He slowly leaned away from her, his eyes wide. Helen didn't wait for a response. She took him by the hand, and led him towards the back of the club. She turned and giggled to herself nervously, when she saw his face with the same shocked but delighted expression. His huge rough hand felt reassuring wrapped around her own.

They arrived at the back of the club, and Helen pushed the door to the female toilets wide open. She felt his hand tighten around hers and a split second of resistance. She turned again, and shot a flirtatious smile. The resistance was only momentary as he followed her in.

The toilets seemed to be empty, and Helen led him to the cubicle furthest away from the door. She'd never done anything remotely this risqué before. It was almost like an out of body experience. As if someone else was controlling her movements.

Once inside the toilet cubicle, he quickly closed and locked the door. Faded graffiti decorated one side of the toilet cubicle. It was dirty, dimly lit and the sides of the cubicle vibrated with the beat of the music from the club. There was a heavy smell of bleach and piss which hung in the air unwelcomingly.

Helen wasted no time. She tilted her head upwards, she kissed her mystery man deeply. Despite the heeled boots she was wearing she had to stand on her tip toes to kiss him. She melted into his huge hands that now embraced her waist. Sparks flew inside of her at the thrill of being with a man who she'd only just met; a man who's name she didn't even know.

The door to the bathroom opened, and several pairs of heels could be heated clicking their way in.

Helen suddenly noticed his erection pressing into her stomach. She was aware of her growing wetness as she craved his cock. Helen quickly unfastened his jeans which revealed a black pair of boxer shorts which struggled to contain his raging erection. There was no hesitation as Helen pulled down the boxer shorts. His cock sprang free and nearly hit Helen in the face.

Helen got down onto her knees, not taking her eyes off his cock for a second. She was briefly mesmerised, and was completely oblivious to her bare knees on the filthy floor. She took his cock in her hand, and admired its delicious shape. It was bigger than Brad's, but obviously not as big as her dildo. Helen marvelled at the curve in his cock which bent slighty upwards, and found herself strangely attracted to a bulging vein which ran through its length.

Helen knew that she was skilled orally, and loved to take her time with deep and sensuous blowjobs, but this wasn't one of those moments. She swallowed his cock to the back of her throat, gagging only slightly. She worked her head back and forth, his shaft glistening with her saliva. Helen looked up at her man to see him staring down at her. She maintained eye contact as she continued to work her mouth and lips down the length of his cock.

Helen was enjoying his taste, and the power that she held over him, but she desperately needed to be fucked. She stood and pulled her black leather skirt over her round ass to reveal her back lace panties. She put her arms around his thick neck, and looked him deep in the eyes as if peering right into his soul.

"Now, fuck me," she demanded.

"Fuck, you're a sexy bitch," he whispered. He hesitated briefly. "Wait. I think I've got a condom in my wallet."

"I said fuck me," Helen said, louder this time. "Don't worry I'm on the pill. I need to feel you inside me."

They starred into each others eyes for a few seconds. Their breathing becoming rapid with excitement.

Helen knew what was about to happen, but the speed and strength with which he gripped her hips with his huge hands still took her by surprise. With an unceremonious tug he hitched up her skirt further. Helen's heart raced, and she felt a surge of excitement which radiated around the growing wetness of her pussy.

More keep kisses came. Their tongues entwined awkwardly, and Helen delighted at the burn of his manly stubble on her chin. She was running her fingers through his hair at the back of his head, when she felt a tug, and her panties were roughly pulled to the side. The force of it was so hard that Helen thought he must have ripped them. Then she felt it. His cock probing, and brushing over her throbbing clit. Helen reached down, wrapped her hand around his rock solid erection, and guided the head into her welcoming pussy.

Helen gasped as he forced his cock into her. She was surprised by his sheer hardness. He withdrew slightly and thrusted again, this time penetrating deeper inside her. It felt so good to Helen, but their stance was awkward as Helen tried to lift a leg to wrap around him, her back supported by the cubicle wall.

Another pleasant surprise came when he picked her up. Both of this huge hands supported her ass cheeks, and he forced her back against the wall. Helen had never been picked up and fucked like this before. She'd never felt more feminine and defenceless.

Helen wrapped her arms around around his broad shoulders, and his cock slid deeper inside her thanks to their new position. She groaned as she ground her hips onto his cock, and wrapped her legs around his bare ass, linking her heeled boots together behind him.

He let out an audible grunt as he thrust his entire length into her. Helen threw her back back against the cubicle wall, and a wave of pleasure rippled though her. He thrusted into her again and again, each time with increasing force. Helen didn't think he could fuck her any harder, until the next thrust came, which smashed her against the cubicle wall.

Helen moaned a sigh of pleasure. She didn't care that they could be heard, and knew that there were people outside. She felt a pang of excitement at the thought of people listening to them them fuck. She closed her eyes and delighted at the sensation of his big curved cock ploughing into her. He was bigger than Brad, and she'd never in her life been fucked like this before. It was pure animalistic sex. Both of them focused on taking pleasure, no time for an emotional connection.

Helen's head swirled with each thrust, her clit reverberated each time her body was pounded. The pleasure competed with the pain in her back each time he smashed her against the wall and the pain from the tight grip of his hands on her ass cheeks. The sound of the cubicle wall vibrating with his trusts combined with the sound of the wetness of her cunt each time he ploughed into her.

"Fuck's sake! Get a room you two!" came a shout from outside.

Helen let out a cry of pleasure. She was so close to orgasm, and she knew she could do nothing to hold it back. This wasn't an encounter that she had any control over. The very thought of her helplessness began to push her over the edge.

He burried his head into her neck, and just at that moment he let out a guttural grunt, like an animal that'd cornered its prey. His thrusts quickened and Helen felt the intoxicating sensation of his warm seed pulse from his cock deep inside her. She felt the waves of her orgasm, which seemed to coincide with the base of the music from the club outside crash down upon her.

Helen let out a cry as her cunt quivered around his cock. He thrust a few more times, and Helen realised that he was still cumming inside her. The warm glow of her orgasm consumed her, aided by the warm cum that was still filling her cunt. She gripped his broad shoulders even harder, and ran a hand over his bulging bicep that still supported her against the cubicle wall.

He slowly lowered her down, and his cock slipped out of her. Helen kissed him deeply. She lowered herself down until she was squatting on her heeled boots in front of his glistening cock. She immediately took the length into her mouth, and groaned at the delicious combination of the taste of his cum and her own pussy.

"Fuck!" he breathed as he put his hands out to support himself against the cubicle wall. Helen licked any remnants of cum from his cock. He admired it one list time, and stood up to kiss him on the lips.

He bent down to pull up his boxer shorts and jeans.

"Thank you," Helen said teasingly as he tried to compose himself. She wiggled her hips as she pulled down her leather skirt over her curvaceous ass, and turned to open the lock of the cubicle.

"Wait," he said as he fumbled to fasten his belt. "What's your number?" he stuttered. "I don't even know your name."

Helen smiled and looked down as she blushed. "Why don't we keep it that way? You'll be my mysterious stranger with the delicious cock," she whispered. She learned forward to kiss him one last time. His mouth open, but nothing came out as Helen turned to open the door.

Helen strode out of the cubicle, and caught the eye of a brunette woman standing by the sink. The woman raised an eyebrow, and Helen smiled bashfully. She skipped out of the bathroom, her long blonde hair trailing behind her.

Helen adjusted her black lace panties which were still hitched to one side before she opened the door to reenter the nightclub. She felt a warm stream of cum leak out of her, it ran down the inside of her legs towards her black knee high boots.

Helen pulled the bathroom door open, and was confronted by the invasive beat of the music. She strode over to the seating area next to the bar in search of Lizzy.

She found Lizzy sipping a drink at the end of the bar. Helen admired Lizzy's luscious lips around the straw of her cocktail.

"Where have you been!" shouted Lizzy.

Helen beamed a broad smile, but didn't say anything.

"You didn't?!" cried Lizzy. "You dirty bitch! You had your way with him didn't you!"

"Let's just say I needed it," smiled Helen sheepishly.

"I'm liking the new Helen!" Lizzy said. "Such a harlot!"

They both laughed, and Helen linked Lizzy's arm. "You want a drink?" asked Lizzy.

"I don't think so," replied Helen. "I think I want to go home. Do you want to stay at my place again tonight? With Andy still being away, and all."

Lizzy gave a knowing smile as she gazed deeply into Helen's eyes. "Sounds like a great idea," said Lizzy downing her drink.

Helen took Lizzy by the hand and led her towards the exit.

That night they made love.