Author's Note: This is #14 in the Helena series, and I must always give tribute to my friend "Helena", a beautiful lady here on Lit who has become my muse and my friend in the last couple of years. I hope you enjoy the series! Right now, there are about 16 total chapters in it, but I may add more to it, as there was not a "final" chapter or any closure originally. As I clean them up to publish them, I'm starting to feel the need to complete the series.
Helena 14: Revenge of the Englishwoman
After recognizing that I was restrained, the next thing I registered was a pressure on my legs. Looking down, I see a beautiful, wonderfully naked Englishwoman straddling my legs. On her face is a smirk. In her hands is a small plastic container, and I can just make out the word "coconut" on the side.
"Oh, good! You're awake!" With that, you crawl up me, kissing me here and here up my torso, then lightly on my nose, my forehead, then my lips. Your smile is contagious.
"So, it appears you have me...captive. May I ask your intentions, madame?" I say, in as close to a British accent as I can muster, which is probably miserable.
"Oh, I assure you, my intentions are most nefarious, sir," you say, your fingers teasing down to my nipple as you raise, pinching them slightly. "I'm afraid you are indeed in great danger."
"Well, have at me, then! I shall lay back and suffer for King & country, then!"
You giggle at me. "Be afraid, be VERY afraid!"
You're seated on my lap, and my manhood, still depleted from its recent endeavors, is nestled beneath and between the warm cheeks of your bottom. It is a good, good place to be.
"You do know that you're embarking on an impossible mission, right? I think he's pretty much done for the foreseeable future," I tell you, nodding south towards my soft cock.
You smirk and wiggle your bottom deliciously on me. My cock may not be responding, but if it were possible to have a brain erection, I'd be ready for a porn shoot.
"What? You're surrendering already? I think, sir..." you lean forward until you're almost face to face with me, "you seriously underestimate my feminine wiles." Your nipples, erect, trace across the hair on my chest, stimulating both of us. You lean in and kiss me, a slow, sensuous kiss, our tongues not so much sparring as doing a slow, close dance. After several delicious seconds of this, you pull back, and I see a mischievous smile crosses your face.
"Besides, I'm going to put you to work for a while anyway. You know, life does not begin and end with that wonderful cock of yours."
I feign shock and indignation; well, I try to, but I don't feign well. "What? How dare you speak such blasphemy, woman! That's the problem with taking a soman out of the kitchen, the next thing you know-" I'm cut off by your hand over my mouth.
"Hush," you instruct me. You lean up, and reach down to where our bodies make contact. "You know, you were really hard on her earlier," you say, a little bit of accusation in your tone. Fingers extend down between us, but your movements are for your benefit, not mine. "She's a bit tender now. What do you have to say for yourself?" You remove your hand - though not by far - to allow me to respond.
I'm sorting the game as it is rolled out here. "Why, milady, I'm terribly sorry if my brutish behaviour hath offended thy gracious lady bits. I am truly remorseful for any undue suffering I have brought upon you."
I know; my attempts to carry out a British accent is horrible, but the effect still works. Well, I mean you still roll your eyes every time I do it, but it works in MY head.
"Hmph! Well, as I believe I've heard a few of your Americans say, I think it's time you put your money where your mouth is. Or, to be more precise, let's put your mouth to work where it can earn its keep." With that, you scoot up my body slowly, slowly, until you lift your legs up and over, then settling your sweet pussy over my face.
