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So here it is. The first new work in a looonnngg time!
I decided to do a spinoff in the Dr Jekyll and Ms Hyde universe. Maybe this will help explains Pete’s seemingly insane obsession with Helen Hyde….
Thank you to all of you who have provided ideas and inspiration for this tale.
The photos in text version is over on Tumblr at jojohyde.tumblr.com/post/15239…
Hope you enjoy everyone!
Pete Walston was in a rage. His life had been turned upside down by that fucking bitch Helen Hyde. Within a few days she had not only masterfully usurped him at the company, but he was SURE it was her fault he’d suffered burns to his face in a horrifying work accident.
She’s covered her tracks sure enough, so he could only sue the company and not her personally, but he was convinced it was all her doing.
And where was Richard? His so called best friend had been noticeably absent recently – and when he was around – he seemed obsessed with this new project.
He tried to approach Richard on more than one occasion to discuss Helen, but each time he’d been dismissed with a terse “I made a mistake recruiting her. Trust me – she won’t be around long”.
Despite his hatred for Hyde, he was still obsessed with her. He could not get her out of his head. He knew much of it was pure lust – after the shower incident he’d thought of no other woman during his “alone time”, but there was also something more ephemeral at play. She’d opened up something inside him – something he needed to get out of his system.
Fuelled by several post work whiskies he’d decided to confront her. Checking in at the office – he found she was still there. She worked so odd hours, no?
Scouring the corridors he caught glimpse of a turquoise dress in the corridor, which immediately brought a stirring to his groin.
“God, she’s wearing that again. She’s sooo hot….but that’s the dress she wore on THAT night. God damm it – I’m so conflicted”.
As he approached her Helen looked up from the folder of notes she was carrying. Unusually, she greeted him with a smile rather than the usual scowl.
“Hello Pete….you looked pleased to see me” she cooed, somewhat saucily eying the now obvious bulge in his pants. “Feel like a shower do we?”….
“Uggghh…..yeah, sure, whatever you say Helen” replied Pete, somewhat taken aback. She’d completely taken him off-guard. Did she KNOW I was coming? Oh of course – he’d seen that idiot receptionist in the bar – she must have ratted on him.
His built up aggression was now gone – she had him in the palm of her hand. Pete suspected this was deliberate, but lust overrided his logic.
“Tell you, what Petey boy, that cologne you gave me before was actually pretty good. I’ve made a few improvements. Why don’t you come to a little hotel room with me….I’ve got a long term booking there…and we can…..try it together……..”
She cupped her hand against his groin and stared intently into his eyes. He felt a rush in his pelvic muscles and emitted a quiet grunt. He could not hold back and felt his body immediately go beyond the point of no return…
Skilfully caressing Pete’s balls Helen leaned in and spoke as if talking to the core of the conflicted scientists very being:
“Yes….Pete….I know….you…want to……follow me don’t you….”
Pete felt his body spasm into orgasm like nether before. A woman had never done this to him – with just a simple touch she set his very soul afire. What was she going to do in the hotel room!
His whole genital area coursed with pleasure and this continued much longer than normal – almost twice as long as a regular orgasm.
He had zero embarrassment as huge spurts of cum continued to shoot from his raging cock, almost drenching the inside of his underwear. Finally it stopped and Helen smirked as she released her delicate grip.
“Ah thought so. I had an instinct about you. Okay Petey, if you want more than that – you better follow me. Now – stay a little behind me – we don’t want the others to see do we. They’d only be jealous…..”
Peter obeyed her instructions dutifully, but he was more perturbed at Helen’s insight.
As he followed her elegant form surreptitiously along the corridor he mused upon her words:
“Follow me, Follow me”
THIS was the darkness that had been gnawing at him. This was the root of his obsession with her. He wanted to follow her – serve her…….
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