Help Wanted

                               Help Wanted - Chapter 20

       After my more recent assignments, I swore off taking any Asian clients no matter how hot they were or the amount of money they waved under my nose. So for the past month or so I was making a few bucks tracking down cheating husbands or their spouses. My last case provided me not only some money, but as a bonus I got to screw the aggrieved wife as well. For a dame in her early forties who was carrying a few extra pounds in the wrong places, Martha was one hot ball of fire in bed. Why her husband was cheating on her was a great mystery based on what she was capable of delivering? For me, every hole was available, and she didn't mind it when I was a pig and had seconds. This one was eager to engage in anything I suggested. It wasn't until Martha suggested we go into the bathroom for a shower and some water sports that the hidden side of my client was revealed.

       My well padded partner was on her knees in the shower sucking my dick as I soaped myself and enjoyed that warm, wet mouth on my gradually growing joint. Once she determined I was ready, she suggested her asshole needed some additional stretching before she took her first enema. Ever the gentleman I proceeded to do as my client-sex partner requested. To my great surprise my sperm reservoir was no longer empty. Shortly after this discovery Martha made me transfer the contents from my churning balls into the delightfully tight asshole of my plump, eager companion of the afternoon. Afterward it got very freaky. We got out of the shower and dried off each other. I got the better of that maneuver, especially when I handled her large, still bouncy balloons that were quite solid and very real. When I sucked her nipples she got very passionate, one practiced hand jacking off my semi-limp cock, the other cupping and teasing my balls into renewed activity.

       We broke for air and she suggested I fill up the enema bag hanging from the shower curtain over the tub. While I did that she came up with some lubricant and a long, plastic nozzle. Martha slipped the lubed nozzle into her asshole and worked it in and out for about a minute to make sure there would be no problem when the enema was administered. She grinned at me just before she bent over the edge of the tub, announcing that she hadn't had a good cleansing for weeks. Her husband used to do the honors, but he had lost interest recently,  just about the time he started running around with another younger woman. I sighed at her remark, having heard it dozens of times in my occupation.

       Martha gave me instructions as I slipped the nozzle between those plump ass cheeks, split her sphincter, and forced a sharp intake from my new water sport-loving partner. It was obvious that there had been some weeks since she'd had a nice colonic. I couldn't resist kneading her hanging tits and pinching her very stiff nipples. Taking an enema created all sorts of reactions, most of them heating up her plump body as the flow from the enema bag continued unabated. I rubbed her belly, which was rounding nicely, and was asked to go lower and pay some attention to her drooling pussy. It certainly was flowing, and when I touched it, she moaned and wiggled her rounded body to increase the reaction my touch had caused. I managed to get three fingers into her soaking wet cunt and then it clamped around them. I gave her a whack across the rump and called her an old slut, which made Martha laugh and plead for more attention. I used my other hand to manhandle her dripping twat and soon she was moaning and pleading for even more attention. So more attention was provided and her grunts and moans grew louder with each movement on my part.

       At Martha's request I varied the amount of fluid entering her colon, creating more moans and groans interspersed with some very healthy squeals. On a whim I started to give her big butt some serious spanks and that made her hotter and more vocal. She suggested a break from the flow of water so my semi-hard cock could get some oral attention from this very hot middle-aged lady. I recovered a butt plug from her stash in the cabinet and slammed it home as she gasped from the force of its entry. I hopped into the tub and positioned myself so she could start sucking. This was one enthusiastic woman. My guess was she hadn't had much if anything since hubby started catting around. It took some time, but that was fine since her tits were more accessible now. The more I massaged and squeezed those big, bouncy bags of flesh the more enthusiastically she sucked. This was your classic win-win situation and I made the most of it. Martha surprised me by easily taking most of my growing cock down her throat. Her deep throating was definitely professional grade. It appeared that her husband had done a fairly decent job of training this woman over the years. Too bad he strayed. He'd have been much smarter to start trading his wife to other jaded husbands in exchange for their bored wives.

       I've done some strange things in my time, and this would be in my top ten. Now I climbed out of the tub and used my hands to keep her bulging belly from jiggling too much while my renewed cock was plowing deeper and deeper into that wet, clutching cunt. Don't ask why I decided to start nibbling on her ear lobe, but I did. Her reaction was to squeeze her cunt like a vise around my now captive dick. I have to admit that the sensation was pretty damned good and my dick got longer and thicker from her efforts. Now was the time to settle in and really make her gasp and wheeze. She actually yelped like a puppy dog being stepped on when my first thrust sank home inside that dripping tunnel of fuck meat. I almost dropped her full belly, which might have caused plenty of trouble and been a distraction for what we were doing, which was senior fucking with all the weird trimmings. This was new territory for yours truly and made me think that perhaps growing old might not be as boring as I anticipated. All that was missing from this little tryst and its associated fantasy was the arrival of her long-lost daughter, compliments of my fevered imagination, who just loved older men and promised to make it a permanent threesome.

       I pounded away at my client and did my best to keep her bulging belly from going completely out of control. Fucking this plump, middle-aged babe turned out to be very enjoyable. Every so often I'd let her belly do some bouncing while I squeezed her tits and yanked those stiff nipples until she whimpered like a whipped dog. Try as I might, there wasn't much gas in the tank, but that didn't deter me from my appointed rounds. Kneading that belly was a turn-on for yours truly, in truth it just popped up and made its debut unannounced. Add that to the ear nibbling had my client whimpering and begging for sexual relief. Too bad there wasn't much hope for her desire for the immediate future. Martha practically cried when I pulled out and alerted her that the enema was about to resume, and to hold on while I substituted the nozzle for the plug.

       Once more the enema bag's contents were being transferred into the bowels of my client. I did my best to keep her mind off what was happening in her colon and lower intestine. My promise to fuck her bowlegged once she was cleaned out seemed to lift her spirits. Checking her belly indicated that she was pretty full and checking the enema bag confirmed my estimate that she was in the home stretch. Now for the tricky part, making sure she didn't have an accident on her way to the toilet. She warned me that she was out of practice and made no guarantee that she could make the trip without having an accident. Out came the nozzle and Martha headed for the toilet and I escaped from the bathroom, clutching a towel around my waist. The noise emanating from the closed bathroom was not exactly music to my ears. Soon there was an odor seeping from beneath the closed door as the toilet was flushed again and again. I backed away and waited patiently for nature to take its course. It took at least ten minutes before the all clear. Finally the door to the bathroom opened and my client wearing only a smile exited and suggested we return to the bedroom so we could finish what we started.

       I took my leave about two hours later, but promised that unless I got extremely busy, I'd return and scratch her itch some more. It was then that my smiling client, who had been screwed silly by yours truly, innocently remarked that her daughter, Ellen, would be visiting in about a week and was going to stay for at least a month. She had just graduated from college and was eager to find a job and start her new life. My bed partner winked and added that the daughter was a slimmer version of herself with a set of tits that made her mother jealous and an appetite for men that was voracious. Then she added that Ellen probably would need some corporal punishment now and then to keep her in line, something her father did with great gusto. She wondered if I might be available if I wasn't too busy. I nodded so fast that I thought my head would fall from my shoulders.

       A couple of days later I landed a new client. This one was male, with a German accent, who wanted me to escort his niece to a special hospital where she could be treated for a rare and often fatal disease. Ernst went out of his way to assure me that Uta, his niece, was not capable of transmitting her disease to another person. It would require me to meet his niece at the airport and accompany the girl to the hospital, some two hundred miles away. It sounded like an easy assignment and he provided half my fee and all my expenses in advance. It was then that he provided me with a recent picture of his niece and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. She was seated on a bed wearing only a pair of white lace bikini panties with a transparent crotch. She was brown from the sun with a set of firm, well-shaped tits that appeared to be perfectly symmetrical. Evidently she went topless when she laid out in the sun. Uta had long blonde hair that fell below her shoulders, green cat's eyes and a face that seemed flawless. This would be a hell of a challenge for yours truly, no doubt about that. All that kept running through my mind were the words "Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch...."  Out of the corner of my eye I could see a small smile breaking over his face and a knowing nod in my direction. That's when he dropped the bomb and turned this easy money deal into one of the trials of Hercules.

       "My niece is rather headstrong and because of her appearance she often gets her way. Under no circumstances should you allow her to take control of any situation. Be advised that she has a very possessive male friend who thinks of her as his property. His maturity and wealth has given him the inside track with Uta, despite her statements to the contrary. He may have chosen to follow her to America, or even already be here awaiting her arrival. He has a hair-trigger temper and can be a formidable opponent for anyone he thinks is attempting to keep her away from him. That is why I have engaged your services. You have a reputation for being honest and caring about your clients. I would be devastated if you deserted Uta in her hour of need under any circumstances."

       I have always wondered why many foreign born people speak better English than we natives do. This was one of those cases. For some reason I felt this man was being fairly honest about the situation I was about to enter. Later as things began to swirl around me in this matter, it would become rather obvious that he chose his words carefully, but left some out in his version of the story he told me. Fortunately for me I've been lied to by the best and worst and lived to tell about it. This case would prove to be no different, at least I sincerely hoped so.

       So there was yours truly waiting at the gate for the arrival of the girl with no last name. My client claimed that she had a fairly good command of the English language, which put me at ease for the moment. Why he refused to give me the teen's last name was a mystery. This was something that my client kept to himself and made no bones about it. She had changed planes in New York in order to arrive as close to the hospital as was practical. Her plane arrived on time but there was a lengthy delay before the passengers began disembarking. I heard bits and pieces of various conversations indicating that there had been a troublemaker on board who was responsible for the arrival of the TSA folks to restore order. I should have known that with my luck it had to be my little buddy,  the nasty teenager. Sure enough I was still standing there after the last passenger had left, giving me a nasty look as if the delay was my fault. As it turned out, it was partially my fault.

       Suddenly there was a flurry of activity including the flight crew as well as the cabin attendants, followed a minute or two later by another group of folks wearing TSA uniforms. They were struggling mightily to keep their prisoner under control. Naturally it was Uta, more than a little disheveled and still struggling, despite the fact that her hands were cuffed behind her back and one of the female TSA folks had her in what looked like a strangle hold. I guess she had enough of the German fire cracker and suddenly my meal ticket was off the floor with her face starting to go from bright red to a delicate blue from lack of oxygen. I got a good look at her flat belly, now exposed from the wrestling match taking place before me, and discovered she had a ring in her navel. She was also missing one of her boots. At that point she passed out and the tall, heavy-set woman controlling the blonde teenager allowed Uta's feet to touch the floor. The group then quickly disappeared into a door on the other side of the walkway, taking with them my client's senseless niece.

       It took some time before my memory kicked out the fact that one of my old drinking buddies was now in the TSA and working at this airport. It might be possible to catch and ask a favor from him. I recalled that once I had hooked him up with a lady that kept him busy for the better part of an evening over at her place. Hopefully that might be enough for him to help me retrieve my troublesome cargo. Luck went my way,  Marvin, now a supervisor, pulled some strings and shortly afterward he escorted me to the very same door where my passenger disappeared. He made me stay out while he talked matters over with whoever was in charge of my precious cargo, or was it that pain in the ass. It took almost ten minutes before he opened the door and allowed me to enter. There was this big shit-eating grin on his face as he led me to another door and knocked twice. It opened and we parted company.

       Surrounding a very naked citizen of Germany were four members of the TSA, which stands for the Transportation Security Administration. The subject of their attention lay partially on a metal table, secured by a thick leather strap running around her midriff. From the way it dug into her flesh it was more than just secured. Apparently she was still wearing the handcuffs as well. Uta's head dangled over one edge of the table, her long blonde tresses making contact with the concrete floor. One of the TSA folks was feeding her his long, thick member, and he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. Her big, brown, bouncy tits were heaving steadily, a good sign indicating she was conscious. It was sort of odd that her nipples would be as hard as they were, considering what was occurring to that fine looking teenage body. It was also quite interesting that Uta was easily handling the meat torpedo the TSA guy was making her swallow.

       Her legs were parted and anchored at the thighs to the legs of the metal table, exposing her twat to the group. Currently one of the female members of the team had gotten her fist halfway up the teen's cunt and was doing the push-pull routine at a nice steady pace. It didn't take a genius to tally up (1) the smell emanating from that well stretched pussy, (2) those stiff nipples and (3) the lack of resistance to anything that was happening to her bare body to conclude that the blonde troublemaker was having a grand time being punished for her failure to obey the flight cabin regulations. It seems she ducked into one of the lavatories for a cigarette, a major violation and one that brought the stewards running. Evidently Uta refused to leave the lavatory, forcing the captain to radio the tower that he would need help from the TSA to remove an unruly passenger from the plane once it landed.

       From the looks of things Uta was handling her punishment without any help from yours truly. Then they kicked it up a notch. There was a small bathroom located off this room and from it came the other female member of the group. She was naked from the waist down and showing off enough pubic hair to stuff a pillow. She was also carrying a bulging enema bag that was filled to capacity. There could be no doubt that the contents would soon find their way into Uta's colon and anywhere else that had any space available for the water to invade. The fourth member of the group was a guy with a mean streak that bothered me no end. He started using his belt on Uta's big firm tits and worked down to her shaved pussy that was still swallowing half of the forearm of the other female. Fortunately the other guy finally shot his cum down the German teen's throat and damn near choked her with the load.

       The quartet acted like I wasn't in the room, which was just as well. There was plenty to learn just by watching how the teenager reacted to the various things that were happening to her. She seemed to enjoy almost everything except the belt. I was amazed at how easily her cunt was taking the fist of the other TSA woman. After all, this was only a seventeen year-old girl. However she was acting like an experienced pro whore. My antenna should have been up and working, but the sight of all that firm flesh had sort of muffled my brain. While the others prepared their captive for her enema or was it enemas, I watched the belt guy as he started to make Uta deep throat him. His cock was not as long as the other man, but it was wider. He wasted no time punching it down the teen's throat making her gag and drool. He wrapped her hair around his hands and used them like reins, reducing his victim into a choking, gagging mess. It was astonishing just how much saliva Uta brought up and drooled onto the floor below her lolling head. She was on the verge of passing out when the others suggested he take a break while they gave the troublemaker her first enema.

       This was not the first time this had happened in this room. They had set things up to allow the enema bag to be hung to a strut that moved out and up from the side of the table. A small, very thick canvas mat was slipped under Uta's bottom to make it easy to insert the nozzle into the teen's asshole. Her legs were freed long enough to pull them back until her ankles were parallel with her shoulders. What looked like bungee cords were attached to her ankles and tied down to the table. They were intentionally rough when this was done and brought grunts of pain from the teenager. The clip was opened and the water began flowing into Uta's colon. I was amazed when the heavy-set woman lubed up her hand and proceeded to force it into the teen's sore and well-stretched twat. That brought a loud drawn out moan followed by some German words that meant nothing to us.

       It didn't take long for the girl's belly to change from flat to gently rounded. The group took turns rubbing Uta's belly as it grew in size from the water that was coursing through her body. The heavy-set woman worked her fist further and further into the teenager's pussy. Her blonde hair was whipping back and forth as she moaned and groaned from the seemingly unending pressure on her body's internal organs. At long last the enema bag was empty, but that only meant a refill and more of the same without the benefit of voiding the previous bag's contents. Uta was beginning to panic as the butt plug was inserted into her swollen asshole, keeping the pressure on her insides and promising more to follow. The second bag was brought and hooked to the mast. The heavy-set babe decided to let Uta eat some pussy while they stretched her colon and anything else that could contain water.

       Now there was pussy to eat at one end and a forearm to stretch out the teen's cunt on the other. One of the men chose to whip Uta's bulging belly as it grew from the new load of water while his compatriot did a number on her big, firm, bouncy tits, crisscrossing them with welt after welt. I noticed that her nipples were still stiff, even when the belt bit into them. She began to struggle against the pressure that was now beginning to scare her. That seemed to galvanize the ladies, slamming her face into the black forest on one end and twisting and turning a forearm inside the other end of the teenager's word of hurt. I was getting very nervous when suddenly one of them announced that they needed to be back at their posts in less than fifteen minutes.

       They freed the teenager and made her waddle like a duck into the small bathroom to void the contents of the two enemas she had endured. They made her dress quickly and with only a few minutes to spare we all exited the room and were onto the walkway where it all started. Uta was nearly a basket case by now and it was easy to direct her into a ladies room so she could get cleaned up before we drove to the hospital. I hoped we might get there by dark, but other forces intruded.

                       ( To be continued - lex ludite )