Saskia at Work
by alohadave
Copyright© 2026 by alohadave
Saskia sat on the toilet at work. Not the private one that no one used, but the normal one closer to her desk.
She hadn’t come there to do it, but felt compelled to look at the many pictures that Penelope had taken of her while she was strung up on the wall of the porn shop.
Her hand rubbed along her pussy, teasing her clit, while stimulating her lips. Back and forth through the pictures, she fingered herself. Her pussy was wet with arousal.
Since that day, she’d come into the bathroom and relive the memories. Humiliation and the memory of the pain blended with the feelings from her fingers, stroking her clit and inserting into her pussy.
She’d never been in a situation like the one she had in the back of that porn shop. Her ass tingled at the memory. The pictures on her phone of her chained up kept coming back to her. Penelope had taken a lot of pictures.
Her phone slipped from her hand and skittered past the wall of the toilet stall, so she couldn’t see it. Leaning over, she looked for it. Right between the feet of the woman next to her.
Fuck. Fuck. Who’s in the stall? Did she hear me? I didn’t even notice someone was there.
“Sorry, I dropped my phone. Could you hand it back to me?” She held her hand out and hoped that they hadn’t seen what was on the screen.
The toilet flushed, and the door opened next to her. The sound of the water running in the sink and hands drying with the rough paper towel. The soft tapping clicks of the heels on the tile ended in front of her stall. Saskia saw them standing there under the door. Blue kitten pumps.
“Open the door, Saskia.”
“Please, can I just have my phone?”
“Now, or I start posting pictures from your phone.”
Saskia stood up enough to twist the lock, her pants and underwear bunched at her knees. The door pushed in, and the owner of the blue kitten pumps entered the stall. She sat quickly and leaned forward, trying to cover herself from the intruder in this private space.
“My, my, my. What do we have here?”
“Please, Helen, don’t tell anyone.” Saskia pleaded with her coworker. Her boss’s secretary stood over her, close enough that Saskia had to turn her legs to the left, against the wall of the toilet stall to accommodate the imposing presence.
Helen looked down at the woman sitting on the toilet, hunched over. Her knees locked together. “That depends on you. Spread your legs. I want to see what you are so eager to hide.”
Saskia shook her head in denial. Her hands pressed closer, trying to hide her pussy from view.
Helen leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Do not make me tell you again. You will not like the results.” The tone was menacing and calm.
Sighing, Saskia pushed her pants down to her ankles and pulled her hands away, revealing her pussy to her coworker.
Helen squatted down so she was between her legs. “That’s a pretty pussy you have there. Scoot your ass forward so I can see better.” She reached out and pulled Saskia’s pussy lips apart. The pink inner lips parted, revealing the moistness from her self-arousal. Saskia cringed at the feeling of Helen’s fingers on her pussy.
“It’d look even better with a couple of piercings, though. A couple on each lip.” She tugged on each side, inspecting the lips like she was grading a horse. “And maybe one through your hood too. Helen flicked the clit standing at attention and pressed down on the hood covering it. The rough treatment of her sensitive flesh caused her to gasp, and a shudder to run through Saskia’s body.
“Right there, so every time you moved, you’d feel it stimulating you, driving you crazy with arousal. Your clit constantly erect, rubbing against the piercing. Your panties would be wet all the time.” Helen’s finger flicked up and down across her clit, to emphasize each word.
Against her will, she moaned. “What? No way. I’d never do that. Not there.”
Helen laughed. “We’ll see about that later.” She stood and stepped back and said, “I need some relief, so I think that my new plaything should help me out.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
She smirked at Saskia. She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. Saskia kept her eyes down, and they locked onto the plain white panties lying on the tiled restroom floor.
Helen stepped between her legs again as she pulled the front of her dress up. Her crotch was revealed to Saskia. She had the biggest bush Saskia had ever seen. She could barely see her pussy through the copious amounts of pubic hair.
“Go for it,” Helen said.
She glanced up at her tormentor. “Why are you doing this?”
She patted Saskia’s face gently. “Because I can. Everyone knows what you do when you come in here. You aren’t exactly subtle about it. I know how you like to use the private bathroom upstairs, but now you’ve screwed up.”
“The rumors are flying all around the office. Surely you’ve heard them talking. I’ve been waiting for just the right time. I knew that I could use you, and with the pictures I just sent myself, I have you right where I want you. You are on thin ice here, so you will do whatever I tell you to do.”
Frazzled and unable to think of any way to stop this woman, she simply nodded at her aggressor. Tentatively, she leaned forward to the bushy, curly pubic hair.
Marcia had never had pubic hair this thick. She always kept it neatly trimmed and short with her lips bare. Saskia had to pull the hair apart to find her tormentor’s pussy lips. She’d never seen a woman who didn’t shave at all. It was off-putting, but she had no choice right now. Helen’s deep musky aroma mixed with the smell of fresh urine invaded her nostrils.
The hair tickled her face as she moved in close. The aroma of Helen’s pussy invaded her nostrils. The smell was much stronger and pungent than Marcia’s ever got. What would she say when she found out that her wife had been with another woman, and someone like Helen? She couldn’t let her find out. Not after the huge fight they’d had after the porn shop.
She tried to hold her breath and closed her eyes. Tentatively, she extended her tongue, leaning forward.
“Get to it.” Helen mashed her face into her crotch. “Lick, bitch.”
The aroma filled her nostrils, overwhelming her, pubic hairs pressed to her cheeks.
“Oh yes, right there. I knew your wife had good taste in pussylickers. Maybe we can get her in on this, too.” Helen held Saskia’s head to her as she shook her head. The thought of Marcia being dragged into this made Saskia resolve to make sure that her wife never found out.
“Oh yeah, just like that–”
From the door outside, “Helen, you in here? Jane’s looking for you.”
Both women went still. Helen grinned and mouthed, ‘keep licking’. “Yeah, almost done, I’ll be out soon.”
“Okay, I’ll let her know.” Saskia kept licking as ordered. The juice leaking from the hairy pussy dripped down her chin.
“Now finish me off.”
Saskia redoubled her efforts. Against her will, she licked and sucked at Helen’s clit to get her off. There was no hesitation now; she tried to get her boss’s secretary off as fast as she could.
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