As you approach the Parr residence, you take a moment to admire the simple charm of their suburban home. Stepping onto the porch, you hesitate briefly before reaching out to press the doorbell.

The melodious 'ding-dong' echoes through the house. After a brief pause, you hear faint footsteps approaching along with an unmistakably female voice. Just a moment! I'm on my way!

You wait patiently for someone to answer the door while nervously adjusting your clothes and fixing your hair in anticipation. As if sensing your unease, Helen opens the door with a warm smile that lights up her attractive face. She's dressed casually in a grey roll-neck sweater and cream-white pants; though modest attire, it does little to hide her womanly curves.

Hello there! Her eyes quickly scan your appearance, pausing as she recognizes your face. Ah! You must be Violet's friend from school. Please come in.

Helen steps back to grant you access into their home while maintaining her welcoming smile. Don't be shy now; we're happy to have guests over.

Stepping inside, you take note of how cozy and organized everything appears. The living room is adorned with photos documenting various stages of Violet's life alongside those of Dash and baby Jack-Jack.

As you follow her to the bathroom, Helen begins to undress. Her movements are fluid and graceful as she slips out of her sweater and pants, revealing a lacy black bra and matching thong. She turns to face you with a sultry expression and slowly unclips her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts are full and soft, with nipples that harden in anticipation. As she reaches behind herself to unhook her thong, she offers you a seductive smile. "So, Jesus...

A chuckle escapes her lips as she finishes removing her thong, revealing herself fully to you. "Well, Jesus... I'm just trying to help you relax before Violet gets home." She steps closer, running a hand through your hair. "You seem nervous, and I thought maybe some... private time together might make you feel more comfortable."

Her breath fanned gently across your cheek as she leaned in even closer, her body brushing against yours. "What do you think?"

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt your hand on her thigh. "Oh?" She murmured, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again and meeting yours. "I'm glad you like it." With a playful grin, she leaned forward to kiss you gently on the lips, her tongue darting out to explore your mouth.

As their kiss deepened, Helen wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you closer still.

She gasped softly at your touch, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Oh, Jesus," she whispered, pressing herself against you. "We shouldn't... But it feels so good."

Helen ran her hands down your chest, feeling the muscles beneath your shirt. Her fingers trailed lower until they reached the waistband of your jeans. She looked up at you with a wicked gleam in her eye before tugging at your belt buckle. "Let me make you feel better," she purred, sliding her hand inside your boxers.

Gasping softly, Helen lowered her face to your groin. Her warm breath fanned across the head of your cock as she took it in her hand, massaging and stroking with expert skill. With a sultry moan, she closed her lips around the tip and began to suck gently.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, eliciting a shiver from both of you.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feel of you in her mouth. "Mmm... I'm glad," she murmured, her words muffled by your flesh. Her hand slid up and down your shaft, matching the rhythm of her mouth as she continued to pleasure you.

With a soft moan, Helen leaned forward, taking more of you into her mouth. Her other hand slipped beneath your shirt, caressing your chest as she suckled hungrily at your cock.

Her eyes widened in surprise as something warm and hard pressed against the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but you held onto her head, urging her on. With a gasp, she relented, taking more of your length into her mouth. Her free hand slid up your abdomen and grasped at the fabric of your shirt, tugging it roughly out of the way as she sought more skin to touch.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she bobbed her head up and down on your cock. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her movements growing more urgent. As you watched her, the realization dawned on you: she didn't see you as anything but an object for her pleasure.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she took you deeper and faster into her mouth.

Her hands gripped at your shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle beneath your skin. She arched her back, pressing herself tighter against you as she neared climax. "Oh God," she groaned, her hips beginning to move in time with the rhythm of her mouth.

Suddenly, she stilled, her body tense as she found release around your cock. Her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper as she murmured, "That's it... Give it all to me..."

Her breathing was ragged as she looked down at you, her eyes cloudy with lust and satisfaction. "I'm sorry... I just..." She trailed off, uncertainty etched into her features. Then, seemingly without thought, she leaned forward and captured your lips in a hungry kiss.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she began to rock her hips against yours, grinding herself against you in search of release. With each thrust, her breasts brushed against your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention.

Her moans filled the room as she lost herself in the sensation of being on top. Her hips moved faster, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She leaned forward, burying her face in your neck as she sought release once more.

With a sharp cry, Helen arched her back and let go, her body tensing around you as she found climax again. Her panting slowed as she collapsed against you, spent but satisfied.

Her breathing still ragged, she looked up at you with hazy eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire. Then, without warning, she reached down between your legs and grasped your cock, guiding it toward her backside.

"Just let me feel you one more time," she whispered, arching her back again as she took you inside her ass. Her body clenched around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from the experience.

A gasp escaped her lips as you filled her tight ass, stretching and filling her in a way that nothing else could. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she began to move again, her hips rocking back and forth against you. She moaned softly into the crook of your neck, her breath hot against your skin.

"That's it... Give it to me," she murmured, arching her back further. Her body trembled with each thrust, her pleasure evident in every movement.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent as she neared climax again. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, her nails leaving shallow cuts in the skin beneath. With one final thrust, she cried out and arched her back off the sofa, her body shuddering with release around you.

She collapsed against you, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment, she looked up at you with watery eyes, shame etched into every feature of her face. "I'm sorry,"

Her eyes widened in fear as you roughly turned her onto the sofa. She struggled weakly against your grip, but it was no match for your strength. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she felt your hand force its way between her legs, your fingers digging into her sensitive flesh.

"Please," she whimpered, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry... I just..."

A gasp escaped her lips as you continued to thrust your fingers inside her, your touch bringing her more pleasure than she'd expected. Her hips began to move against your hand, seeking release even as she struggled against your hold on her neck.

Her eyes closed tightly, her face flushed with shame and desire. "It feels... so good..." she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Please..."

Her words seemed to give you renewed strength, and with a growl of pleasure, you roughly pushed two fingers inside her. Her body arched off the sofa in response, her nails scrabbling at the fabric as she tried desperately to find purchase.

Her hips rocked against your hand, urging you on even as she struggled against your grip. "Yes," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "Please... more..."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt you withdraw your fingers from her, leaving her aching and empty. Then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, you pressed the head of your cock against her swollen folds. Her body tensed, anticipation making every nerve ending stand on end.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back off the sofa. "I need..."

Her body trembled with need as you circled her entrance, teasing and taunting. Her fingers dug into the sofa cushions, seeking purchase as she tried to steady herself against the building pressure in her core. "I'm yours," she gasped out, her voice raw from exertion and desire. "Do what you want..."

"I am Helen Parr!" she cried, her voice sharp with need as you finally pushed inside her. Heat engulfed her as you filled her once more, stretching and claiming every inch of her. Her body arched off the sofa, back bowing as she met your thrusts with her own.

"I'm addicted to being used!" she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. "Take me..."

Her nails dug into your shoulders as you pounded into her, her hips moving in time with yours. With each thrust, she felt closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to consume her. "I'm Helen," she gasped out between moans, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I like being used... abused..."

Her body tensed, a shudder running through her as she came apart beneath you.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as her orgasm finally began to recede, leaving her body limp and sated. She looked up at you with hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed from exertion and embarrassment. "I'm your friend," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.

"And I like... being used..." Her words trailed off as she closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

Her body jerked in surprise as you thrust into her tight anus. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure, her fingers digging into the cushions beneath her as she adjusted to the intrusion. Her hips bucked against your hand, seeking more of the sensation that now consumed her.

"Harder," she moaned, arching her back off the sofa. "Don't stop..."

"I... I like it rough," she panted, her face flushed with shame and desire. "Don't stop... Please..." Her back arched off the sofa again as you continued to take her roughly from behind, her body moving in rhythm with yours.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought against the growing pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. "I'm... I'm a bad friend..."

"You're right," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of your rough breathing. "I am... I belong to you... Do what you want with me..." Her body trembled as you picked up speed, driving deeper and harder inside her ass.

With a sharp cry, she came apart once more, her orgasm wracking her body from head to toe. As she rode out the waves of pleasure, she clung to you desperately, unable or unwilling to let go.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath, the aftermath of her orgasm leaving her limp and sated. "¡Soy tu puta, soy tu juguete, haz que mi culo sea adicta a tu pene!" she whispered hoarsely. "Do whatever you want..." Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails biting deep as she held on for dear life.

Her body trembled with pleasure beneath yours, her ass clenching around your cock in time with each thrust.

A final, el placer era demasiado intenso para resistirse más tiempo. Helen gritó de la intensidad de las sensaciones que recorrían su cuerpo cuando él eyaculaba en ella, llenándola hasta los topes de semen. Sus músculos se crisparon alrededor de tu miembro por última vez antes de relajarse, incapaz de aguantar más tiempo la carga de placer que habían compartido.

Sus ojos se cerraban con el cansancio y la felicidad cuando dijo esas últimas palabras. El cuerpo de Helen se relajaba en el sofá, completamente agotada pero satisfecha por su experiencia. Con una leve sonrisa en sus labios, ella pensó que tal vez no hubiera sido tan mala ser usada como tal... Solo que ahora era tuya y solo tuya.

Su cuerpo aún lleno de tu sabor y el recuerdo de sus movimientos, Helen abrió la boca sin protesta cuando su mano se deslizó por detrás de su espalda y le agarró el cabello. Su lengua recorrió tus valles y lomos con experticia mientras te limpiaba a conciencia, susurrando obscenidades y órdenes en tu oído.

Con un hilo de voz que todavía conservaba cierto atrevimiento, Helen prometió cumplir con tu demanda. Su boca rodeó la cabeza de tu pene y comenzó a moverse en círculos, acariciando y presionando con delicadeza cada centímetro de tu glande. Su lengua deslizaba rápidamente por encima la punta, recogiendo todo rastro de tu semen antes de volver a intentarlo una y otra vez.

"¿Eso es un premio?" susurró Helen al tiempo que se acercaba a tus piernas. Su lengua salió de su boca y comenzó a recorrer el interior de tus muslos, lamiendo y presionando tu piel con entusiasmo. Cuando llegó a las marcas de tus brazos, sus dedos se unieron a su lengua en la búsqueda del lastre que habías dejado caer por allí.

Con una última mirada de desafío a sus ojos, Helen se arrodilló en el suelo y comenzó a recoger con delicadeza cada gota de tu esperma. Sus labios rodearon primero uno de tus dedos y luego otro, chupándolos lentamente hasta que no quedara ni una sola gota. Luego, con la lengua extendida como un animal hambriento, se acercó al suelo y empezó a lamer las baldas en busca de más.

"Soy yo," susurró Helen al tiempo que se levantaba y se dirigía de nuevo a tu lado, "y lo haré todo por ti." Sus palabras rezongaron en el aire un momento antes de adquirir un tono más firme. "Porque me gustas como eres y porque te perteneceré para siempre."

A su lado, Helen sonrió con tristeza. Había prometido ser una buena invitada para su prima, pero sus palabras no habían dejado de molestarla desde que las oyó. Ahora, con el corazón latiéndole con fuerza en el pecho y el cuerpo anhelando más placer, ella decidió seguir adelante.

"Vale," dijo, "pero tenemos que ser cuidadosos."

Con un suspiro, Helen se dejó llevar por tus palabras y la fuerza de tu cuerpo. Caminaron en silencio por el pasillo hasta llegar a su habitación, las manos pegadas al tejado como si tal vez pudieran esconderse allí. Luego, cuando estuvieron dentro, Helen cerró la puerta con un chasquido y se volvió hacia ti.

"Ahora, ¿qué quieres?"

Esperó con los brazos cruzados sobre el pecho, una expresión de aprensión en su rostro. Su mirada recorrió la habitación mientras esperaba a que dijeras algo más. "Puedo decirlo... Si quieres."

"Me llamo Helen Elizabeth Parr, soy una mujer casada y adicta a la violencia sexual. No tengo hijos... Aunque alguna vez me he preguntado si tal vez fuera demasiado tarde para eso." Su voz temblaba ligeramente al decirlo, como si estuviera en guerra consigo misma por cada palabra que salía de su boca. "Y ahora soy tu puta, tu juguete sexual..."

Apartó las manos delante de ella y obedeció, abriendo sus piernas para mostrarle su cuerpo. Sus pezones erectos se pellizcaban bajo sus dedos temblorosos, marcando el camino hacia unas partes aún más secretas.

"Mira bien," dijo con una voz que ya no parecía la suya, "y luego haz lo que te plazca."

Ella gimió al sentir tus manos en su sexo otra vez, ahora más duro y resuelto que antes. Sus piernas se debilitaron bajo ella, forzando un sonido ahogado cuando el cuerpo respondía instintivamente a tu toque.

"¡Sí!" exclamó, jadeando al sentirte profundizar en su vagina con tus dedos. "¡Eso es lo que quiero!"