Hellies Holes Pt 01

Hellie bounced up and down on the lap of a chubby man with a fat dick. Hellie thought to herself that it really was an especially girthy one, pressing against Hellie's pussy walls and opening her up deliciously. She only wished he was a little longer, but you can't have everything. Besides, if Hellie was honest with herself, she could get off on almost any cock.

She faced away from the man as he bounced her, her legs, ass and pussy bare while her unbuttoned work shirt remained on. One of his hands reached up into the shirt to hold one of her breasts, while the other hand held her hip.

"You...have a really big dick!" Hellie exclaimed, panting.

"Thank you baby," the man grunted. "You got a really tight snatch."

Hellie giggled. "Thanks..." She turned her head slightly back toward him.

"Pete," he said.

"Thanks, Pete."

"Oh believe me, baby, the pleasure's all mine."

They were fucking in Hellie's boss's office after the boss, Nicolai, had offered them the space to have a "meeting." The man was one of the vendors who supplied Nicolai's store.

"I hope you cum inside me," Hellie said, teasing him.

The man groaned. "Jesus Christ."

"Don't you want to, Pete? Isn't my little pussy tight enough for you?" Hellie turned as much as she could to look at him. She thrust out her bottom lip in mock sadness.

"Aw fuck, should've put those lips on my cock," he grunted.

"I still can."

"Fuck! Baby you're going to make me cum too quick if you talk like that."

"I can suck your cock right now," Hellie told him. "Or maybe you want to put it up my ass."

"Fuck!"

Just then, Nicolai and Scott entered.

"Oh," said Scott, staring wide-eyed for a moment before he turned away.

"Pete," Nicolai said. "Just take her damn shirt off, that looks ridiculous." He shut the door behind them.

Pete took off Hellie's shirt and she bounced naked on his cock. Nicolai watched her bouncing tits with a small smile.

"You look right at home, slut," he told her.

Hellie moaned. "Thank you sir." She rubbed her hands over her breasts in a show for him, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

Scott looked down at some papers in his hand, then sat on the other side of the desk and began working on the computer.

"Don't you want to watch, Scott?" Nicolai said, not removing his eyes from Hellie's breasts.

"You know what Mr. Nicolai, I think I'm okay."

"You don't want a turn?"

Scott kept his eyes on the computer. "Hellie and I have already talked about this," said Scott. "I do not need a turn, thank you." He clicked something, rose from the chair, and left.

Nicolai and Pete chuckled.

"Do you think he...doesn't like me?" Hellie panted as she rode Pete's fat dick. She was close now, but Scott's rejection had delayed her orgasm.

"Aw, my little slut." Nicolai patted her face. "I know it stings. Scottie is just shy."

Hellie looked at him skeptically, even as her tits bounced wildly and Pete's heavy breathing echoed around them.

"He really is," Nicolai traced Hellie's lips with his finger.

"H-he's right," Pete grunted. "Us three been in this business 20 years! Barely seen the guy with a friend, let alone a girl."

"It's not you, slut," Nicolai assured her. He slid two of his fingers into Hellie's mouth, and she moaned and sucked. "You want me to talk to him?"

Hellie nodded, giving him puppy-dog eyes as she sucked his fingers.

Nicolai pulled a chair up across from Hellie and Pete. He pulled his cock out, brought his hand behind Hellie's head, and pushed her mouth down onto him. He pressed her head until she gagged on his cock, and at the sound of her gagging on the dick in her throat, Pete came hard into Hellie's pussy.

Nicolai reached down to adjust Hellie's head, jerked his cock a few times with the head still in Hellie's mouth, then pushed his cockhead back into her throat as he came in her mouth. Hellie grunted, moaned, and swallowed his cum urgently.

Pete held her on his cock until the last bits of his cum had squirted into her pussy.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured, catching his breath. "That was great."

Hellie slid off his cock and gave him a sloppy tongue kiss, and Pete patted his chest. "Nic, your girl's gonna give me a heart attack."

Nicolai zipped up, chuckling. "And yet I have a feeling you'll be right back in her pussy during next month's sale." He put a hand on Hellie's shoulder. "Slut?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Take the rest of the day off."

Hellie blinked. "Really, sir?"

Nicolai nodded. "Go."

Hellie left.

Scott returned almost immediately to the office for a discussion of pricing with Nicolai and Pete. But the subject changed quickly.

"I really don't understand your problem with Hellie, Scott," Nicolai said, calmly placing his hands down on his desk.

"It's not a problem with Hellie," said Scott, looking away.

"I don't get it either," said Pete. "Best piece of ass I had in twenty years. And it sounds like she'd let you fuck her anywhere."

"She'd beg you for it," said Nicolai.

"You definitely could cum in her," Pete added.

"She'd beg for that too, she loves it." Nicolai smirked. "She tried to call me Daddy the other day."

"Ha! Of course the town whore has daddy issues."

Scott shook his head. "Maybe she just wants to know she's fucking someone she can trust."

Nicolai looked at him sympathetically. "Scott, don't take it all so seriously."

"You're the ones diagnosing her with daddy issues. She's probably saying Daddy because she's hoping you'll see her as human." Scott shook his head. "Hellie is a PERSON."

"A person who sucks a lot of cock," Pete offered.

Scott folded his arms. "So who else is sucking YOUR cock, Peter? And you, Nicolai. Anybody? You're LUCKY she does."

"She's lucky, that I trained her throat," Nicolai said simply. "She's lucky that I trained her ass."

Scott shook his head. "I don't like your attitude about her. You objectify her. You use her."

Pete shrugged. "She seemed completely into it, to me."

Nicolai put a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Listen Scottie. I know you're a man with a lot of taste and a lot of class. That's why I depend on you to run my business!" He lowered his voice. "I want to give you some advice. Every woman, every woman out there, is less than a maybe. No matter how much you want somebody, or how much you don't, you always have to wonder if they'll want to fuck you, if they'd say yes. With her, you don't. With her, pussy, and ass, and mouth, are a sure thing any time you want them. When's the last time you fucked a nice, tight ass?" Nicolai gave a thoughtful look. "Ever?"

Scott paused. "I get your point. I'll think about it."

But Scott never approached Hellie. In fact, they were never alone- always there were customers, coworkers, meetings.

Days later, on a night she had off, Hellie took herself out to the movies. It was a last-minute decision, inspired by the fact that her roommate and landlord both were out for the evening, and there was a long-awaited summer sequel opening that night.

Hellie walked into the crowded theatre with a bucket of popcorn and a low cut tank. She figured if she was going to have to sit next to a stranger she might as well ply them with cleavage and a snack.

She walked down the aisle and then up again, looking for a single free seat.

"Hellie."

Hellie turned to see Scott, sitting in the back row with an empty seat beside him.

Hellie began to squeeze past him.

"No, wait," he said firmly. "I'll move."

Scott moved over to give Hellie the aisle seat, and possibly the last empty seat in the theatre.

"Hey," she said. "Thank you so much."

"I'm not a big talker," he said.

Hellie gave him a sidelong glance. "Okay?"

"I mean during movies. I hate talking during movies."

"Not even for a joke?"

"Correct."

"What about if the villain looks like Nicolai?"

Scott smiled, then quickly erased any emotion from his face. "Do not talk to me."

"This is so dramatic."

"I like to set my boundaries."

"Like that you won't fuck me?" Hellie grinned.

Scott winced. "I'm sorry I said it like that."

Hellie shrugged. "It's cool. Like I said, I won't try anything."

"Good."

The trailers began. Hellie passed Scott the popcorn, and to her happy surprise, he traded her some M&Ms.

"So, did you see the first one of this?" she whispered.

"Hellie," Scott hissed.

"It's the previews!"

"Yes of course I saw the first one. Didn't you?"

"No. Is it scary?"

Scott sighed. "It's not scary."

"Maybe not to you."

"Hellie, you're fucking the scariest man I've ever worked with," Scott muttered.

"I'm not saying I don't LIKE scary things," Hellie said. "I do."

"I believe you." Scott paused, looking Hellie over. "Do you uh, do you wash your hands after work?"

Hellie slapped Scott's shoulder. "Yes! And I'm showered."

They watched as another preview began.

"If you don't like Nicolai, why do you work with him?" Hellie whispered.

"Old habits, et cetera," said Scott.

The preview ended and the theatre played a cartoon about not making noise during the movie.

"It's a good thing you don't want to fuck me," said Hellie, matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"I said, it's a good thing--"

"I HEARD you," Scott hissed. "But why are you saying that, what do you mean?"

"Well I'm very close to you, and my leg's pressed up against yours."

This was true. Hellie's bare leg, uncovered by her short shorts, was pressed against Scott's. Hellie was curvy, with thick thighs, a soft, cute belly, a round ass, and big tits. Scott was a very tall man of some heft, whose belly entered the room seconds before him. The two of them in theater seats was not a spacious situation. Their arms, too, rested against one another.

"Is that a problem?" she asked.

Scott sighed. "Some things are just realities of life, Hellie."

"O...kay." Hellie shrugged.

Scott shushed her as the movie started.

They both watched intently as the opening scene drew them in with an unexpected twist. Hellie was immediately invested, and so it took her some time to notice Scott's hand moving close to her leg. When his fingertips touched her thigh, Hellie settled pleasantly into the touch, munching popcorn and not giving it a lot of thought.

Then his hand moved very slowly, very tentatively, another inch or so up Hellie's thigh.

Hellie noticed.

She breathed slowly, carefully, trying not to let him feel her reacting to him. She imagined climbing onto his lap, a big cock bursting out of his fly to receive her. She would sit on it and he would move her on him, maneuvering her pussy like his own personal auto-stroker until the movie was almost over and he came inside her.

Hellie felt her mouth water.

She tried to, very casually, press her thighs a little wider apart. She wanted to open her thighs and pussy to him completely. She wanted to be spread open under him, feel the weight of him on top of her as he speared her tight cunt.

Hellie smiled to herself as she imagined it.

Hellie's shorts were easy for Scott to sneak his hand into, and he did, sliding into the very short leg so that his fingers pressed into the crease where Hellie's thigh met her pussy.

Scott could feel immediately that Hellie wasn't wearing panties, that she was damp...and that she was spreading her legs to help him. He also felt that her pussy was bald, smooth, hot, and wet.

Scott wanted to sit Hellie on his lap and rub his bulge against her until her pussy juice leaked through her shorts. He wanted to take those shorts off of her and sit her pussy right on his face.

He moved his fingers just slightly, resting them on one of her bare pussy lips.

Hellie shivered. She wished she'd worn a tinier shirt, a mini skirt, nothing, nothing at all, why hadn't she just come to the movies naked?

He ignored her clit completely, moving a little tiny bit more and placing his finger tips right on the crease where her slick pussy lips met. With just a little pressure, one finger slid right between them.

"Scott," Hellie breathed.

"Shhhh," Scott whispered. "Stop talking."

"Scott," Hellie whispered. "Fuck."

"I told you not to talk," he said again.

Hellie pressed her thighs open wider and he slowly pressed his finger deeper in past her entrance, easily adding a second finger.

Hellie, slowly and carefully, moved her hips and ass, angling her pussy to receive his thick fingers.

"Please," she whispered.

"Shut up," he murmured pleasantly, his fingers working just a little stronger, a little deeper into her.

Hellie wanted to whimper.

"Scott please. Just fuck me, please," she whispered.

He fucked her pussy steadily with his thick fingers, his eyes never leaving the screen. Hellie tried to stay quiet, rocking her hips to fuck his fingers. At one point she grabbed his wrist, fucking his fingers urgently and silently.

"Hellie," Scott whispered. "Let go of my arm and rub your clit."

At these words from Scott, Hellie worked to hold back a moan. She reached into the waistband of her shorts and did as he said, though her pussy was so wet, so slippery, that it was hard to rub her clit consistently.

He didn't speed up, didn't fingerfuck her hard, but let her use his fingers as she needed to. Hellie closed her eyes, reminded herself that everyone around her was focused on the movie.

And then she came, hard. Her juice gushed around Scott's fingers. She clenched her teeth and pushed her lips together, forcing herself not to scream.

Scott slowed his fingers, not fully stopping until Hellie stilled completely. Then he slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy, his hand out of her shorts, gently brushing her soft inner thigh.

He didn't look away from the screen but slid his fingers into his mouth, sucked the juice off, and smiled.

When the movie was over, Scott and Hellie stood outside of the theatre facing each other.

"Thanks for letting me sit next to you," Hellie said. "Could I..could I repay you somehow?"

Scott smiled. "No. But if you want, I can let you know the next time I'm going to the movies."

Hellie nodded. "I would like that."

"See you at work." Scott began to walk toward his car. "Do you need a ride home?"

Hellie swallowed. "I think I need to walk it off. Unless--"

Scott nodded again. "No, that's a good idea."

They exchanged smiles.

"Get home safe, okay? See you at work," he said again.

"See you."

Scott went to his car. Hellie watched him get in and switch it on, and then she took out her cell phone.

"Hello, police? I need to speak with Officer Dill."