Hello you naughty girls and boys.
Christopher has spent some time suckling Helga's large nipples, but finds he still can't escape her hair. Now he fears she will demand much more. Helga wants a demonstration from Christopher on how his service should be performed.
I feel I should also give some warning as Helga is a bit more extreme than anything Christopher has dealt with so far. Readers beware.
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She was gone for several minutes and while she was gone Christopher tried to work his tired, sore muscles. There wasn't much he could do given his position locked within the massage table. His hands secured behind his back kept him from any real chance of escape, but he was still trying to fight the cramps from being in essentially the same position for hours.
Thus while his options were limited, he did try a few twists of his torso and moving his legs as much as possible even if he was still cuffed at the ankles. He didn't get full relief but he felt he was able to avoid some tingling and numbness and well as lessen the cramps and aches he knew he would be feeling whenever he was finally freed.
Eventually he heard Helga come back into the room. She was still topless and he enjoyed a sideboob view as she stopped next to the counter. He tried to focus on the tit flesh and forget about the wispy hairs he now knew surrounded her enormous areola. As she turned he got another full view of her large breasts and though her nipples had calmed, they were still bigger than most he had encountered erect.
She had set down an insulated bottle on the counter; one inside a neoprene-type sleeve. She was holding a clear water bottle of her own from which she took another drink. Christopher would have liked a drink as well but wasn't quite sure what Helga's plans were. He guessed the bottle on the table was for him but she made no move to bring it to him.
Of course if he was to have a drink she would have to do more than that. She would either have to assist him in drinking, or would have to release him from his current prison within the massage table. Release seemed unlikely even though he felt he had spent more than enough time trapped there.
"You are worker, yes?"
They had been through this before his session with her breasts, but Helga was pressing him again. He knew better than to argue with her. He gave simple and direct answers.
"Yes."
"And you do work for customers. They not work for you. Yes?"
"Yes."
"And bosses make you work. They punish if not obey. Yes?"
"Yes."
"Good. You obey. No questions."
"Yes. I will obey."
He didn't really like saying he would 'obey' but it was the easiest response to Helga's question and least likely to anger her. He didn't need her angry in any way and he was trying to keep things calm and not suffer more than necessary.
"Now you will work for me like you did for customer. No complaints about hair. Use mouth and tongue to please. Prove you a good worker."
Christopher had feared that it wouldn't end with his nipple sucking earlier. And he feared this was exactly the sort of thing that could happen to him. If he could have disappeared in some way he would have. Even a sudden unconsciousness would be more welcome than what he feared was coming.
Slowly Helga began to unbutton her pants and slide them over her large backside and down her thick thighs. She wore a rather large pair of satin panties but they couldn't completely hide her from him. Out of either side of the crotch, thick tufts of her hair escaped, giving him an idea of what would soon be revealed.
Helga removed her shoes and socks, while Christopher stared at her crotch. He couldn't help it. It was like a condemned man staring at the noose before him. He was staring at his doom. And at this point he could only see a fraction of it.
Helga then stood with hands on hips facing him. She had a smile on her face; a cruel smile. Then, knowing he was watching, she slowly, very slowly, pulled down her underwear to reveal herself to him. As she stood back up she twirled the garment on the end of her finger; and action completely out of place with her size and demeanor. She then tossed it onto the counter and stood with spread legs and hands once again on her hips and let Christopher have a good look.
Christopher did look. And his heart sank. While he thought it was torture having to endure Enza and her hairy muff he would have gladly chosen that over what lay before him now. Helga didn't have a bush. What she had was an unruly thicket!
It was overgrown and wild. Not only was the hair dense, completely obscuring her womanhood, but it was also wild, sticking this way and that, with no uniformity. He felt she needed to comb it or brush it and then had an image of Helga brushing her thick tangle of pubes every night before bed.
And not only was it wild, it was expansive. Even the hair that had been escaping her panties didn't properly warn him of all the hair she had hidden underneath. The hair rose up to her waist and spread out to either side, nearly reaching her hips. And now he could see that the hairs spread to her upper thighs.
It was a mix of blonde and brown. Hard to tell if it was the thickness or color which hid the skin beneath. Perhaps it was some of both. But it hid her well. He knew her pussy was there but he couldn't make out any of the features. Not that he was eager to see it. For he knew it was a fat pussy.
It wasn't the sort of pussy he would ever want to see. He had only encountered a slightly fat pussy before when he was with a girl one might describe as chubby. He was with her for her amazing tits, but when it came time for the main attraction he was a little put off by her fat pussy. And it wasn't the slightest bit hairy. Still the plump mound meant spreading the meaty sides and the 'effort' did not yield a joy of discovery.
And he knew Helga had a similar pussy; similar but worse. Hers was likely even fatter than the one he had encountered, but more importantly it was covered in this dense growth. The hair was like a protective hedge, keeping the pussy safe from intruders. Not like she would have a swarm of suitors to fend off anyway.
