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Introduction:  This is a part of a completed story.  It gets a lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.



Jill’s story - Part 6


At home I run a hot bath with bubbles, I strip off my now sticky blouse and even more sticky bra and get in, feeling the warm clean water surround my body.  My tender nipples ache from the abuse they have suffered.

Since I left the office I have been trying to ignore the fact that I just gave a complete stranger the blow job of his life and let him cum all over my tits, and that that same stranger has pictures of me in various very compromising positions as well as evidence that he says will put me in jail.
But now I must think about it, I need to sort this out.  Once again I have been plunged without warning into a terrible situation which I have had only a very small, unintentional part in bringing about.  What I know for certain is that he has pictures of me at work which are of a very intimate and inappropriate nature.  He says he has evidence of me sending an email, which I definitely didn’t send, but which appears to have come from my email account.  
He could be Peter, but his style doesn’t quite seem the same and I haven’t been able to get any information out of him that would indicate that he is.  
Not that it matters if he can prove the email was sent from my work computer using my account it is as good as proving I sent it.  Staff are responsible for locking their computers whenever they are not at their stations, this is mainly to prevent sensitive data from being viewed by people that shouldn’t view it, but it will also work against me proving I didn’t send the email.  
I can’t think of anyway to check the email server logs without raising suspicion and putting myself in danger of being caught for either sending the alleged email or contravening the BCS terms of employment if Peters’ emails are found.
Then there are the photographs, where did those come from?  The angle they appear to have been taken from suggests only one place and I wish I had checked instead of rushing out of the office earlier.  It would seem that Steve has had help in getting those at least.

There is nothing for it I know, I’ll just have to try my best to avoid Steve and when I can’t, go along with whatever sexual favour he may ask until I can find out more.  With Peter I didn’t want to loose my job and I still don’t but now I could loose my job, my home and my freedom.

The next day I wake up and immediately feel very apprehensive, I wonder what today holds in store for me when yesterday everything seemed so bright.  I get dressed and head off to work, I do contemplate staying off sick but I can only do that so many days and I’d rather find out more about Steve and what he wants, and the evidence he has sooner than stay at home and worry about it but not be able to act.

When I get to work I find a package on my desk wrapped in brown paper with my name written on it.  I am very suspicious but I open it, inside I find a piece of paper which says “put this on” and what looks like a red bra.  It looks like Steve has very similar obsessions to Peter.
I dare not take it out of the packaging at my desk, so before the office gets busy I head to the bathroom with the package.   In the bathroom I take it out, it is a bra of sorts, the kind that have half cups but only the cups on these are about 1/3 of normal size.  I quickly take off my white blouse and bra and put on the red bra.  On my breasts the cups end halfway up the nipples.  The fit is actually very good and the shape that the bra pushes my cleavage into is, I think, very attractive.  I put my blouse back on, the red of the bra is clearly visible through the white fabric of the blouse.  It’s also very clear that the red ends mid way up my breast.  Being this obvious about my assets is definitely not my style although I have seen worse in the office before.  In fact the shape the bra gives my tits is very good as is the comfort, if the cups where a couple centimetres higher and of course if it wasn’t red I’d like it very much.  I head back to my desk, my nipples harden in the cool air-conditioning, they push out over the top of the cups and press against the material of my blouse giving a much too obviously outline.

Dave is at his desk, I say hi as I walk past, trying not to look too self conscious, I am sure in profile my tits look divine, each topped with a sharp point.  Like a mini cake with a cherry on top but on its side.  I see Dave looking at them out of the corner of my eye but he doesn’t stare.

Sitting at my desk I can see the small black box on Dave’s desk, it’s the only thing I can see that is close enough to the angle that I remember the photos appeared to be taken from.  It would seem that Dave is closely involved with Steve then and contributing to my situation.  It makes me angry, Dave seemed like such a nice guy.
Later on that day Matt calls me over, he says Dave seems to be struggling with the security device and would I be able to see if I can help him with it, two minds are better than one etc.  Hmm I think now what is going on.  I say of course I will, no problem.  He says he will tell Dave to arrange a time to show me what he is trying to do.

Back at my desk working, it’s just before the end of the day and I get an email from Steve, “see you in our booth after work”.  Very casual, I guess he is trying not to incriminate himself at all.  I suppose he wants a repeat performance of yesterdays booth experience.  There is nothing I can do but go along with it for now, so when the time comes for me to pack up I head down to the lobby.  
I have no jacket today and in the elevator on the way down several men I don’t know from around the building give me the beady eye, a few of the woman roll theirs.  One of the men purposefully brushes his arm across my chest in an apparent innocent move to press the elevator ground floor button. My sensitive nipples respond as he probably hoped and push themselves out even further against my blouse, even the areola is slightly raised and clearly defined against the blouse material.  I fold my arms across my chest and manage to look unimpressed with the juvenile men and jealous woman.
On the ground floor I head for the back of the lobby and the phone booths.  Steve is there already waiting inside the same booth, I go in and close the door.  
He says “Did you have a good day?”.
I don’t bother replying and simply stand there with my arms crossed, he is seated in the only chair.  
He says “If you are going to be rude I will have to treat you like a child."
"Sit on the desk." he commands, "Glad you had the foresight to wear a skirt at least!  Sit and lift your skirt up to your waist, I want to see that puffy pussy in real life.”
I don’t say anything, can’t see the point, I sit down on the desk top, shifting my bottom back, I lift the front of my skirt rolling it together around my waist.
Steve looks at my panties and commands “Put one foot on each arm of this chair”
I do as he says, resting the side of each foot on the chair arms letting my legs fall open wide and thighs almost touch the desk top.  I look like I am relaxing in the park or on my bed, but I think why bother dragging this out by keeping my legs closed, lets just get it over with asap, the less time I have to spend with Steve the better.
“I see you are getting the idea nicely." he says, "I like the lacy panties, did you put those on just for me?”  I roll my eyes but don’t say anything.
Steve’s voice hardens again, he says “Pull them aside and show me those lips”.
I reach down and slide my fingers under the side of the panties mid way down and pull them to the side exposing my soft lips.
I can see Steve likes what he sees, he actually licks his lips while he stares.  He pulls his chair closer to the desk, in between my legs, until his head is about a rulers length away from my pussy, then using the fingers of both hands he draws my lips apart showing the pink red inner folds with the clit at the top down to the opening of my pussy hole at the bottom.  I stare at the ceiling, feeling my pussy is a little wet.  I jump a little when I feel something slick and a textured slid up my inner lips, I see Steve has his head down and is licking my pussy.  As he goes down the slit again I can feel he is very practiced at this. He is using the whole length of tongue that he can get out of his mouth and running it up and down the full length of my slit while slowly thrashing it from side to side as he goes.  It feels like he is trying to lick a huge ice cream to get as much juice off as he can with each stroke.  
My pulse quickens, it’s an invasion of my body by a stranger, a hostile stranger, but my instincts don’t seem to care about anything but the raw feelings being generated by his movements.  I am quickly losing control, getting almost hypnotised by the feelings emanating from my pussy and flooding my body, my right hand has reached out seemingly of its own volition and wrapped itself around Steve’s head and is holding him tight against my pussy.  
The pleasure builds and builds like a huge dam filling up, I can’t see where it is going to end.  I feel two thick fingers at my asshole, pushing firmly against it but not enough to find a way in.  Normally any movement by a lover around this area kills my mood completely but this time the dam keeps building even faster.  My body is under some other beings control, my hips start gyrating forward and backwards pushing my pussy lips harder up and down against the all enveloping tongue muscle.  The fingers at my asshole move up a little and swirl around the entrance to my pussy then slide back down to my asshole and push against it again, this time I can feel some give, they are slippery from all the wetness at the opening to my pussy.  The fingers follow my gyrating hips, pressing against my asshole all the time.  Then suddenly when my hips move down again the fingers don't give, they slide up into my asshole instead, adding to the explosion of sensation emanating from my pussy.  On the next gyration my hips, of their own accord, push down further, pushing the fingers deeper into my ass.  Up and down my crazed body rides the tongue on my clit and fingers deep in my ass, until I am frantically gyrating.  My orgasm explodes, I grip Steve’s head and hold it tightly against my pussy as my body shakes with ecstasy, my ass is pressed down firmly on the hand and the fingers are pushed deep into my asshole.  After what seems to me like an age my huge orgasm subsides.  I feel the fingers slowly easy out of my hole, my body quivers with the sensation until my asshole closes squeezing the finger tips out for good.  I take my hand away from Steve’s head where it was holding him to my pussy as the final shudders leave my body.  He gives my slit a parting lick causing my body to jump with exquisite sensation.
As I come down I realise how degraded I am, sitting with my legs splayed wide apart in a phone booth at work with my pussy juices literally running down my thighs having just been licked and ass finger fucked to possibly the biggest orgasm of my life. 
I quickly pull my soaking panties over my juiced up pussy, and close my legs as I put my feet on the ground again and try to stand up.  I feel the back of my skirt, luckily it seems to have avoided the juice bath.  The desk looks very slimy below where my pussy recently rested.  Without looking at Steve I grab my things, open the door, and walk out slightly wobbly from my recent explosive orgasm.

At home that night I try to understand what turned me on so much.  I have had many excellent pussy lickings in my time and some very good orgasms but none as good as the one I just had.


To be continued.