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Chapter 3 - Jackin Jill

Jill walked into the elevator at her work.  Her mind was filled with her
routine for work that day.  She had a budget meeting at 9, a team meeting
at 11, then lunch with the CSO at noon, and who KNEW what would suddenly
come up during the day to keep her mind busy for the afternoon.  Her mind
was so wrapped up in these thoughts that she did not even realize that her
car had stopped at the third floor and four women had stepped into the
elevator with her.

They were all being very quiet but she suddenly became aware of a change in
the enclosed space that brought her out of her reverie.  The first thing
she noticed was that the other women were all very tall and very blonde.
Then she noticed that they were all staring at her in the mirrored surface
of the doors.  They weren't staring at her face, they were looking her up
and down, from her sensible one-inch heeled shoes, to her calves, to her
skirt-covered thighs and then her hips and up.

Jill suddenly felt blood pour into her labia, nipples and face.  She
couldn't believe her body was getting excited just because these women were
checking her out.  She tried to catch their eyes in the doors but to no
avail.  Each woman was obviously thinking about other things as their
tongues nervously licked their lips, their nipples stood out in the obvious
pleasure that those thoughts were creating for them.

She squirmed a little bit and felt a hot rivulet of juice ooze down the
inside of her thigh.  She suddenly felt very hot and obviously her body was
betraying her natural fondness for cock.  She unbuttoned one of her top
buttons to allow the heat to escape.  She found herself needing to breathe
through her mouth just to get enough oxygen in the sudden sexual tension.

Just when Jill thought she would just explode from the implied looks in the
elevator, it stopped one floor before hers.  The blonde amazon to her right
moaned just a little, like she was not even aware that she had.  Then the
blonde on the left slowly ran her hand up the inside of her own thigh as if
it was all she could do to keep her digits away from her sex.  Finally, the
woman standing right in front of Jill swayed on her feet.  Just when Jill
thought the woman might be passing out, she leaned far enough back to
actually touch the front of Jill's body.

Her nipples, already hard and throbbing, touched this woman.  She almost
came on the spot.  She could feel the heat pouring off of the woman's body.
The blonde slowly turned her head to Jill's ear and whispered, "Tomorrow
morning, at exactly this same time, we will be on this elevator.  Tomorrow,
at exactly this time, we are going to touch every inch of your skin." And
then they were gone.

Jill, gasping for oxygen and the cool air from the floor was completely
flabbergasted by the brazeness of this woman, of all of them!  What
happened?  How could just their presence in this elevator have had that
much of an affect on her?  And the nerve of that woman!  The doors slowly
eased shut so she could continue the climb to her floor.  Rattled.

She didn't think about the incident too much as she went through the
motions of her day.  Her meeting with the CTO went just about as expected
as they each picked at their food.  Her afternoon was filled with small
emergencies that kept her mind busy and before she knew it, she was facing
the elevator again.  The incident from the morning flooded back into her
mind.  Once again, her body was no longer under her control as her blood
filled her sex again and she caught herself breathing through her mouth
once more.

She quickly retrieved her car and made a mad dash for her apartment a few
blocks away.  All evening her mind would unexpectantly return to those few
seconds that she had been in that elevator with those women.  Finally, she
made her decision to find out more about these women and why they had this
affect on her.  And so, coming to that conclusion decisively, she fell
asleep.

--

She awoke at her usual time, worked out her muscles on her inhome gym
equipment, and started her coffee.  As she stripped for her morning shower,
she looked at her 28 year old body in the mirror.  It was not a model's
body.  It was mostly firm yet soft in just the right spots.  She had the
smallest of little pot bellies just at her naval. Her B-cup breasts still
pointed in the right direction.  Then her eyes reached the tops of her legs
and she realized that if these women actually went through with trying to
"touch" her everywhere, they would be running their fingers through this
five pounds of bush that she had let accumulate over the last couple of
years.

She quickly took her trimmer out and mowed it down.  Then, seeing that it
just didn't look right in the mirror, decided that it all had to go.  She
prepared her mons and lips with shaving cream.  Then got down to the
business of scraping off the thick black hair.  When she got to her lips,
she was forced to use her fingers to pull each lip out while the razor
scraped the hair away.  By the time the last little curl was wisked away,
her fingers were slimy with the secretions of her exploited pussy.

She thought about quickly jilling herself off when she noticed that doing
so she would make her late.  Showering then dressing quickly, she barely
had the time to snag her fresh brew as she dashed out the door.

--

She parked in her usual spot in the garage and slowly walked to the
elevator.  She had decided to give these little tramps a bit of a show by
wearing her four-inch heels, a skirt that came to mid-thigh, and a silky
white, translucent blouse.  Already her thoughts were pouring over the
possible scenarios that would take place in that elevator.  Her nipples
were straining at her blouse, her stomach had those funny butterflies as
her blood starting flooding her abdomen.  She had decided to transport her
bra and panties in her briefcase.  This way, they would not get in the way
but she could slip them on later once she made it to her office.

She arrived at the elevator and pushed the up button.  Finally, she heard
it ding and the doors slid open.  Empty.  She stepped on with a shrug and
pushed the number for her floor.  Then, thinking a little too slow, she
pushed the three button.  The anticipation was almost too much as elevator
stopped at the first floor and the CFO jumped on.

"Good morning, Jill!  How is your Tuesday going so far?"

"'morning Rob. Just looking forward to the end of these budget meetings."

"Yes, budget planning is a necessary evil that is not enjoyed by anyone...
well, except bean-heads like myself, perhaps!" Rob responded with a wink.
He touched the button for floor two, to Jill's relief.  The ride was short.
Then her brain started going crazy as she realized the next stop would be
the one!  She had doubted what her ears had heard but in the end, she
always came back to the remembered smell and the temperature in that
elevator.

The elevator dinged, bringing her back to the present, as it slid up into
the third floor.  There was pause - that lasted a year - and then the doors
slowly started opening.  Jill's pupils were big as she tried to see through
the ever-widening crack.  Then she caught her breath as she realized that
the doors had opened onto a floor with no one.  "Well," she thought to
herself, "that answers that I guess."

The doors started their slow trip to closing when suddenly, at the last
possible second, a well-manicured set of fingers jumped into the crack and
stopped the doors.  Jill gasped in surprise as the doors slid back open to
expose the four blondes.  Her eyes widened as she realized they were all
naked except for bright red pumps!  Each of them was at least six feet tall.
They had a mix of B's, C's, and one even had what looked like double-Ds.
Their nipples were hard and dark with the extra blood.  Then Jill saw that
each woman's mons was also as bare as the day they were born and engorged
with the excitement of what was about to happen.

They quickly filed onto the elevator and closed the door.  Then Miss
Big-Tits nodded at one of the others and she hit the stop button.  Jill was
completely surprised when she did not hear the usual cacophony of alarms
going off when someone stopped an elevator.  Then her eyes swept back to
Miss Big-Tits, wait wasn't her name Tara or Tracy?, and realized that this
woman was staring at her clothing like a hungry tigress.

No one had said a word yet.  But everyone knew what was coming next.  Jill,
anticipating their next move and to show that she was a willing
participant, moved her finger tips to her breasts and circled her nipples
through her blouse.  She held the other woman's eyes as she slowly caught
her nipples between her finger and thumb and moaned just almost inaudibly
at perfectly applied pressure.

As if a magic door had been opened, the other women started reaching out to
Jill.  Their fingers started carressing her through her clothes.  They were
touching her neck, her face, her lips.  Then she felt the cooler air touch
her nipples as her shirt was wisked away.  Her pussy was continuously
leaking down the insdie of her thighs now as her thighs shook a little with
the passion of the moement.  She reached out to stroke a nipple here, a hip
there.

Then suddenly, Traci was helping her down to the floor of the elevator.
Her skirt was now missing and she felt the cheeks of her ass touch her
skirt which had been spread out onto the floor of the car.  She was now
completely surrounded by these four women.  Traci, who seemed to be the
leader, was kneeling between Jill's legs, running her fingers and palms
slowly up the inside of her thighs.  Another was kneeling on her right,
using one hand to guide Jill's between her legs while the other caressed
the right side of her body.  The one on her left was doing something
similar with Jill's left arm.

Then she tipped her head back to look at the woman who was kneeling at her
head.  She saw that her legs were slightly spread and Jill could see the
lips of her pussy about to drip.  Not wanting to miss even one drop, Jill
licked her lips and tried to scoop up between this woman's thighs in time
to catch that clear drop of nectar.  The woman smiled and moved forward until
her lips were just touching Jill's prone face.

Jill immediately plunged the fingers of her hands into each of the women's
hot pussies.  Her fingers slid in easily all the way to the last knuckle.
The two women gasped in surprised pleasure and began tossing their hips
forward to give her deeper access while freeing her thumb for ther clits.

At the same time, Jill buried her face into the sweet nectar of the last
woman's quim.  Sucking and swallowing as much of her juice as she could
before plunging her tongue deeper for more.  Her chin bumped into the
woman's clit sending spasms of muscle jerks up and down her thighs.  Jill
pushed some of the liquid with her tongue and then tried to force it into
the girl's ass causing the woman to moan and push down with her hips.

Jill gave a little scream as she felt a hot mouth suddenly and completely
cover her vulva.  A tongue slowly opened her hot lips and sank deep into her
pussy.  A tooth softly scraped her clit as the woman's chin junted into ass.
Jill finally succumbed to the rhythms of the others as she started peaking
again and again.

She didn't know how long they went on, the pleasure fogging her brain as
orgasms flooded through her.  Finally, they all collapsed into a heaving,
smooshy heap of tits, cunts, asses and mouths.  A bubble of cum suddenly
burst out of Jill's pussy and ran down into a waiting mouth as each of them
slowly came down.  She finally found enough energy to raise her wrist and
look at her watch and then screamed in panic as it told her that it was now
ten am.

'How could I let this happen?!' Jill screamed at herself in her head.  She
realized, with embarassment that she had now missed that all-important
budget meeting.  And then, it clicked for her finally.  She grabbed a large
handfull of Traci's blonde coiffs and yanked her head back forcefully, "Oh
My Gawd!  Who do you work for, bitch?"

Traci smiled slyly as she replied, "Your CTO of course!  He instructed us
to use any all means to keep you out of today's budget meeting because he
needed a pretty big chunk of your budget for a project... I think you can
get him to fill out the rest of that."

Jill slowly began to dress... her career probably curving dangerously
toward the proverbial door... her thoughts were dark and self-pitying. Then
suddenly she smirked up at the other ladies... "So, same time tomorrow?"

---

Bo frantically cleaned up his desk, his chair, and the floor behind his
desk.  He was still breathing hard after watching the seriously hot
seduction of the CTO in the elevator.  Soon, he had all of the sticky spots
cleaned up and the evidence hidden.

He realized, of course, that not did Jill miss today's budget meeting, but
he did as well!  *sigh*  It couldn't be helped.  And with Jill's last
comment bouncing around in his head, he realized that he would be glued to
this set again tomorrow as well.

As he sat there, catching his breath and contemplated how the universe was
all about change, he began to wonder if there were any stations on his
special TV above the ones that he had already checked.  After all, he had
stopped checking after he reached the first snow-filled channel.

Reaching to the buttons, Bo suddenly got a bad feeling in his stomach.  As
he surfed into the teens, he was beginning to feel a little better and then
it happened.  He finally clicked up to channel 20 and even though it took
him a few seconds to understand what he was seeing, he did figure out that
he had so been owned.

On Channel 20, the picture was divided into two screens, on the left was
the channel that he was watching.  On the right, the screen was filled with
the picture of him leaning toward the screen.  The picture in the picture
clearly showed the content of what he was watching!


continued in Chapter 4 - Wolfing Rob's Little Hood
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