Helena was watching a woman get fucked.
The woman was lying on a cream coloured sofa, and was naked except for a pair of thigh-high, black, heeled boots like a stripper would wear, and a leather collar. She had thrown her legs back over her shoulders, holding them in place with her arms whilst a huge, muscular, black man was busy splitting her apart with a thick and lengthy cock. He had her pinned down with both hands wrapped around her neck and was busily pumping all ten inches of shaft into her, which glistened in the lamplight, slick with moisture. Helena had never seen someone able to take such a large penis seemingly without effort before, but nor had she seen a woman like the one in front of her now.
The woman had a body that screamed sex from head to toe. Helena first noticed her extreme proportions, which were clearly surgically enhanced. She had a thick, rounded ass that had to be a result of a BBL or buttock implants, which flowed into a wasp-like waist like that of a catwalk model. Above her waist were a pair of hugely enhanced breasts, which looked firm and projected straight out from her chest. They were surely approaching 2000cc and her skin was stretched so much that her areolas had faded into the surrounding skin. The last surgical enhancement she could see were the woman's plump lips, the results of many filler injections, which pouted and advertised their dick sucking purpose.
She didn't just have extreme proportions. Other things showed her body was built for sex. She had a sternum tattoo covering her underboob. Piercings shone in her clitorus, navel, nipples, and tongue. A deep bronze tan covered her body apart from two triangles over her breasts. Her perfectly made up face was framed by platinum blonde hair.
There was a man filming the couple from the side and Helena now realised that this had to be a porn film. He kept moving around, trying to get the best angle for his camera. The woman was moaning louder and louder, her eyes closed in bliss as the man thrust faster and faster into her stretched pussy. Helena was transfixed by her basketball sized breasts, which oscillated with the thrusts, rocking back and forth and revealing prominent implant scars in the fold of each breast.
"I'm gonna cum," announced the man and the cameraman quickly moved to get a close up of the imminent creampie.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh yeah. Cum in me. Fill me up, Daddy. Breed your dirty white whore". She was on the edge of orgasm too.
With a caveman-like growl, the man thrust in a final time and unloaded into her pussy. The cameraman's monitor showed the pulsating dick, deep inside her, twitching as each pulse injected more semen into her womb. The woman orgasmed with a scream and opened her eyes.
Helena gasped, finally recognised the woman in front of her. Helena was watching herself.
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Something was buzzing. Helena's brain struggled to comprehend what was going on. Only moments before she had been deep in a dream and she tried in vain to return to it, grasping at the fading memories. It must have been erotic, based on the state of her soaked clothes. Too late - sleep evaded her.
Her brain finally processed the noise - a message arriving on her phone. She grabbed the phone and checked the time - 9.30am. Still not enough sleep. Last night, a client had arrived at midnight and then insisted on drinks and a long chat before sex. By the time he had unloaded into Helena's ass and then cried for an hour about betraying his wife, it had been 2am. She hadn't had the heart to charge him for the extra time. By now, she'd realised her job was part sex worker, part therapist, and sometimes guys just wanted someone to talk to.
She opened the message. It was from Sarah and to the point - 'You have an appointment at New Look Aesthetics at 10.30am. I think you'll enjoy what's in store for you. Love, Sarah.' One hour. She'd have to rush to make it in time.
"God, what has she organised this time?" thought Helena, and she jumped out of bed to get ready. The gym would have to wait today. She wriggled into a tight, silver mini dress, carefully pulling it over her pert boobs, trying not to knock the still fresh piercings. It was a new purchase, part of her updated wardrobe and was cut low, keeping the top of her bosom on display. If anything, it was probably too tight and hugged her toned ass to the extent it would ride up as she walked. The barbells of her nipples poked through the material in a way that said slut.
Next came the makeup. In her previous life, she had never worn any unless there was an occasion. Now, her morning routine took at least 30 minutes, even if she was heading straight to the gym. She didn't really feel comfortable going outside without it now. She pulled back her bright blonde hair into a ponytail and leant over the bathroom sink as she applied her foundation. 30 minutes later and with highlights, contouring, eyeshadow and lipstick applied, she felt ready to head out.
She slipped on a pair of stiletto heels and clicked down the garden path to the car. They had thrown out all of her flat shoes apart from her gym trainers and riding boots so it was either heels or nothing now. It was taking some getting used to and she still walked a bit Bambi-like thanks to a lifetime of avoiding heels wherever possible before. The addition of the clit piercing only complicated matters and she could feel it rubbing with each step. By the time she had walked the short distance to the car, the piercing had stimulated her so much that her nipples were now hard and poking out of the dress. She opened the car door and sat down, relieved.
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Helena approached the reception desk. "Hi. How can I help you today?" asked the receptionist. She fitted the stereotype of a woman working at a place like this. She was immaculate. Her nails, makeup and teeth were all perfect. She'd obviously had lip fillers too as was evident from her pout. Her plump lips were huge, about the size of her little finger.
"Morning. My name's Helena. I'm booked in for...something."
"Ah yes," she looked down at her notes, "you've booked in for lip fillers today. Is that correct?"
That answered Helena's question. "Yes, that's correct," replied Helena.
The receptionist studied Helena's face. "Now I have to ask, is this your first appointment? Only you've booked for 2 ml of filler which is quite a lot for someone with thin lips like yours. Are you sure that you don't want a smaller volume to begin with?"
"Yeah it's my first time. When you say a lot, how big do you mean?"
"Well everyone is different so it is hard to know. For example, mine are about what I would expect for 2ml but you could react very differently. It really will be quite a dramatic change in your appearance."
Helena's mind drifted off to the porn she had been watching the night before. Joslyn James had been giving a guy a blowjob and Helena had been transfixed by her lips and how they formed a perfect fat ring around his dick. She wanted those lips. And the boobs, but that was another thing. It was an easy decision.
"That's fine. That's the look I'm going for."
"I see," said the receptionist, "Sorry we do have to check just in case. Please, head through into the next room and my colleague will see you."
In the next room Helena was guided to a chair and a nurse began her work. She wiped down Helena's lips and applied a topical anaesthetic. After a few minutes had passed, she returned carrying the needle.
"That. Is. Huge," Helena tried to say, except the numbing cream made it come out as a garble.
The nurse had heard it all before. "Don't worry. You won't feel a thing. Now close your eyes and I'll begin."
Helena kept her eyes jammed shut as the nurse began to inject. She could feel nothing except her lips being pushed around and then the odd sensation of the needle moving under her skin as the nurse worked her way around Helena's top and bottom lip. After 15 minutes, the nurse withdrew the needle for a final time.
"You can open your eyes now."
Helena peeked her eyes open to see the nurse standing in front of her holding a mirror the wrong way around.
"Are you ready, Helena?". She nodded. "Ok, here are your new lips."
The nurse flipped the mirror over to reveal Helena's reflection. She gasped. They hadn't been exaggerating. She reached up to touch her lower lip. It was red and swollen, ballooning out from her mouth, and covered in tiny pin pricks from the needle.
"They're huge!" she said, prodding it with her forefinger.
