Chapter 1: Spying

Everyone thinks I’m a computer whizz. And they are even more impressed since I’m a girl. But despite what you see in Hollywood movies, you can’t just walk up to a computer terminal and break into the system a minute later…no matter who you are. Even if you are that Swedish girl with the dragon tattoo. Or the girl in Jurassic park (who was a boy in the book but Hollywood likes to think they are being edgy by making all their boy stereotype characters to be girls…every time).

I actually am a computer whizz. I have a PhD in computer science from MIT. So it doesn’t get much whizzier in the real world. I work as a computer investigator. I go into companies where they think someone is defrauding them and I work out what is going on. My boss thinks I just somehow find my way into and around any computer system, the companies I work for pay for that. They know I’m the geek that can work out who is cheating the system and bring them to task.

But in fact I use my body.

Let me tell you a bit about it. I have a good body but not a great one. Perfect for this work. An incredibly hot body is too noticeable. I wouldn’t be able to move around invisibly, everyone would remember I was there. But a good body is under the radar. People forget I was at a meeting, people forget I was even at work that day. I have nice breasts but not huge. I have a good figure but the way I dress it’s not too noticeable. I have a pretty face, nice hair…hot but not too hot. If you saw me, I’d barely register in your consciousness. And by the way, my name is Morag.

But a good body has another positive aspect. I can have any man I want if I put my mind to it. That’s how I really get my results. I don’t break into computer systems, I break into people’s beds and gain their confidence. Then it seems totally natural for me to sit around in their office when they are working. I just chat to them casually, the morning after the night when we just had sex.

And this is where my second skill comes in. I can read what people are typing off the keyboard. So I’m sitting there, flirting, seemingly not paying attention, when they type their password. Once I have that, finding out what is going on is often straightforward.

Later I rephrase everything as geeky hacker stuff. Partially to keep my secrets, and partially to protect the people whose confidence I gained. Maybe I should get a dragon tattoo as well.

So I was on this case. I went to a company in the Midwest, in a town we’ll leave nameless. They made various electronic stuff of some sort. I don’t really know exactly what. Smart electricity meters, I think. Or something like that. But somehow a fair bit was going missing. Or maybe the money was going missing. Or…to be honest they hadn’t a clue. But a few years ago this plant made a ton of money and now it was losing money even though the market had grown. Probably someone doing something dishonest. Time to send me in.

Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes. Beware the Greeks, especially when they are giving gifts. Or in my case, beware the geeks, especially when they are giving you their body.

Chapter 2: Anna the Receptionist

When I arrive at a company I like to start by befriending the receptionist. She sits in the lobby all day doing a boring job, so it is easy to get her interest. But she is invisible. People walk through the lobby having a conversation as if she isn’t there, as if she can’t hear what they say. As a result the receptionist knows what is going on. Not everything, but little snippets of information.

At the Midwest plant the receptionist was called Anna. She was about 20 I supposed, short black hair, dressed in white jeans that were not too tight, a white top that was not too tight, a plain industrial strength bra. Nice but not wanting to get into any trouble by being sexier than the corporate norms. But I could tell she would look good out of those clothes and I had every intention of finding out just how good.

But more importantly I wanted to find out what she knew. Her vagina was a lock to be opened. And my tongue would be the key.

“Hi Anna,” I said as I walked in during in my second week there. She looked up. “Oh hi Morag.”

There was nobody around so I decided to stay chat with her at bit more. I’d already discovered she was a street-smart girl, which was perfect.

“You must be pretty bored sitting her all day.”

“It’s not too bad,” she replied.

“What do you want to do after you stop being the receptionist?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You are too smart to be a receptionist,” I said. I leaned over the reception counter a little. “And too pretty.”

She blushed a little. “Well thank you.”

“You have to have a plan.”

“How do you mean?”

“Nobody is going to plan your life for you. You have to do it yourself.”

“I’m not sure I know how.”

“I’ll give you some advice.”

She was about to reply when a group of men in suits walked through the lobby. So I wrote my cell number on a sheet of paper and passed it to her and then went into the building myself. She called about 15 minutes later.

“I can’t talk now,” I said. “How about a drink after work?”

“OK. I get off at 5-sharp when the doors automatically lock and go onto the cardkey system.”

We agreed to meet at a bar a short distance away, not entirely coincidentally near my hotel. If you are going to seduce a girl it is good to have a bed nearby. She was already on a stool at the bar when I arrived.

“What would you like to drink?” I asked her.

“A cosmopolitan?” she said as if it was a question.

“If you are going to be on a track to a more senior position you’d better drink something less girly. No man respects a girl who drinks cosmopolitans. Have a Belvedere and tonic.”

“Er…okay,” Anna said.

“Two Belvederes and tonic,” I said to the barman.

“So you dress like you are a twenty year old receptionist.”

She laughed. “Well, I am a twenty year old receptionist. Actually only nineteen until next month.”

“But you need to look like you are ready for more responsibility. After we’ve had a couple of drinks I’m going to take you to the mall across the street and we’ll get you something smarter and more like you are a twenty five year old on the management track.”

“But I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll treat you. I make plenty.” And I could put it on expenses, but I didn’t say that.

“I couldn’t accept that. I…”

I put my hand on her knee. “Don’t argue. Just do as I say.”

She laughed. “You can be bossy.”

“Sorry, I’m just a little dominant at times, I know.”

I drained my drink. “Order us two more,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’m still paying.”

“I forget what we were drinking.”

“Belvedere vodka and tonic.”

“Two Belvedere and tonics,” she said a little doubtfully to the barman.

“Say it more confidently. As if it is what you always drink.”

The barman quickly filled two glasses with ice, a good measure of vodka, and tonic from the gun. A slice of lime and two more drinks were in front of us. I could sense that Anna was starting to relax, helped by the vodka.

After our second drinks we walked across the street to the big mall. I found a suitable store and we got a couple of business suits. We walked to the changing rooms. I went in with her. She looked slightly uncomfortable that she was going to take her clothes off in front of a stranger, but she could hardly ask me to leave. I was her mentor. Not to mention, I was picking up the bill. Plus the vodka probably made her relaxed enough not to care too much. She pulled her top off over her head and slipped off her white jeans.

She was wearing a cheap bra and the sort of panties that come in six-packs from Walmart.

“We need to get you some better underwear,” I said. “You have to feel that you are going places too. It’s important even if it isn’t visible. What size bra do you wear?”

“36C,” she replied.

I went out and found a matching bra and panty set. Lacy. Sexy. Made of silk. I knew she’d never worn anything so expensive. I went back to the changing room.

Anna was still standing there in her underwear, unsure of what to do.

“Something like this,” I said, holding up the bra and panties.

“Gosh, I’ve never worn anything like that,” she said. “Not quite my price range.”

“Well, you are going to now. So slip off those old things.”

Now I could tell she was really embarrassed. She was going to have to be naked in front of a near-stranger. But I was acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world, so she reached behind and unclipped her bra. Her breasts were a nice size and very firm, tipped with rose-pink nipples. I think she expected me to pass her the bra but I didn’t, I just waited.

She slipped her panties over her hips and stood naked. Her sex was hidden by a thick triangle of pubic hair.

“You should shave too,” I said to her, making no secret of the fact that I was inspecting her body. “It will make you feel sexier. Management out her in the Midwest is a man’s world so you need to make the most of all your assets.”

I passed her the underwear and she put it on.

“See,” I said. “Look in the mirror.” I reached out and ran my hand over one of her ass cheeks. “It seems to fit perfectly.”

She tried the two suits on and they both looked great on her. Finally she changed back out of the lacy underwear and put her old cheap stuff back on. I grabbed a second set of underwear as we walked to the cashier. I paid for everything and gave Anna the bag.

“How can I thank you?” she said, clearly a bit embarrassed having seen the size of the bill I’d just picked up on her behalf.

“You can thank me by being promoted.”

“I feel like that girl in Clueless who Alicia Silverstone makes hot and trendy.”

“Well I’m going to make you hot and promotable.”

We left the store and without saying anything I took her to my hotel and we went to the bar.

“Go on,” I encouraged when the barwoman came to ask us what we wanted to drink.

“Two Belvederes and tonic,” Anna said confidently.

“Much better,” I said quietly. “After we’ve had these drinks, I want to see these suits on you again. We’ll decide which you will wear tomorrow.”

When we finished our drinks I guided Anna to the elevator and soon she was in my room. I took the bag off her and laid the clothes out on the bed. Two bra and panty sets, two suits.

“Get those clothes off,” I said to Anna as I went into the bathroom. When I came out she was standing there in just panties.

“Let’s make sure the other set of underwear fits,” I said, picking it up off the bed and passing it to her. I sat on the bed and watched as Anna slipped off her panties again and put on the other expensive underwear. It fitted just as well as the first.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“No.”

“Why not? Smart girl with a great body like you should do.”

“I’m just…well, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“You’ve never been kissed.”

“Just a little. But that’s all.”

“You are a virgin?”

“Yes. Boys are really scary.”

“Do you know how to behave with a boy?”

“Not really.”

I stood up and moved in front of her. “Pretend I’m a boy,” I said and I bent forward and kissed her gently on her lips.

“The next thing a boy will do is put his hand on your breast. Like this.” I moved my hand and placed it on one of her silk-clad breasts. “But you push it away. Even if you don’t care, even if you want him to touch you, you have to make him work a bit for it.”

She pushed my hand off her breast.

“But he’ll come back,” I said, “Replacing my hand on her breast. Eventually you let him stay. After all, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Then they will try and undo your bra. If you are wearing a loose enough top they will slide their hand up your back inside. But often they are not very good with bra clasps. You might even end up having to do it yourself.”

As I said this I slid my hand up and unclipped her bra. I kissed her again as I slid my hand up under her bra onto her bare breast. I felt her body tense up but instead of backing off I pushed my tongue forward into her mouth. I touched her tongue. I felt her body jerk a little in surprise but she didn’t pull away. Gradually her tongue started to move against mine. I pinched her nipple gently between finger and thumb. She let out a little moan.

“The next thing a boy might do is to unzip your pants and put his hand down the front of your panties. But again you mustn’t let him, at least at first. If he’s smart with women then he’ll put his hand down the back of your panties. Less threatening.”

I let my other hand slide down her back and into the back of her panties so I was caressing her ass. I let my hand slide further around the curve of her body, so I was between her legs but not touching her.

“You’ll hardly notice it is happening,” I said.

I held her tight. I knew she would be surprised, and she was, when I curled my finger up into her. Her whole body jerked. She tried to get away but I had her pulled tightly against me. I started to move my finger inside her in time with my tongue in her mouth. She was whimpering, clearly totally aroused. She was very wet inside her cunt where my finger gently fucked her.

I pushed her back until she was against the bed. When I continued to push she could only fall backwards onto the bed. Before she really knew what was going on I pulled off her panties. She let me part her legs. I then reached forward and with the fingers of both hands I opened up her pussy lips exposing the pink folds and furrows within. I bent forward and pushed my tongue into her wet pinkness. She let out a little moan each time my tongue slid up and down the length of her slit, gently probing into her and then slipping up and over her hard clit.

I moved so that I was mostly licking her clit. I slid my hands up her belly and onto her breasts and took each nipple between a finger and thumb. As my tongue caressed her clit, my fingers rubbed her nipples. She was moaning continuously now, her body boiling with pleasure. She started to move her hips, pushing her clit into my mouth as my tongue brought her close to climax.

Suddenly she went stiff for a split second and then she was moaning and her hips were thrusting hard against my tongue as her body exploded with an intense orgasm. I could barely keep my tongue on her clit but her nipples seemed sensitive enough that pinching them kept her orgasm going as her moans gradually died away along with intensity of her ecstasy.

I moved onto the bed. Of course I was still fully clothed and would like nothing more than to get naked and make her do me. But there would be time for that another day.

“Was that your first orgasm?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I…you know…touch myself.”

“So do you enjoy being the receptionist?”

“It’s OK. It doesn’t pay that well and it is a bit boring. But also I get to know everyone in the company.”

“Do you know what I do?”

“No.”

“I’m from head office. It’s my job to make sure everything is being done correctly. I’m a sort of traffic cop.”

“I thought you were something in finance.”

“Well, of course, that is one area to make sure things are being done properly.”

“I’m not sure they are. Some of the finance people are weird.”

“Like who?”

“That Jonathan guy for one. I think he is one of the top guys. At least he sounds dominant. The controller.”

I laughed. “It’s just a name for the guy in charge of the non-investment side of finance. Why is he weird?”

“Often when he walks through the lobby he’s on his cell phone. He’s talking in some sort of code like a guy in a TV drug deal. He stands outside near the smokers and talks on the phone and then comes back in. He doesn’t even smoke.”

“So what sort of things does he say on the phone?”

“I don’t remember exactly. Things like ‘the steak will be ready to go tomorrow so make sure the frying pan is hot.’ Like I said, weird.”

“Well, I’ll be looking at the finances at some point in the next few days. Anything else really odd?”

“Now you’ve got me thinking, there is one thing. Larry, one of the guys down in the loading dock. The really cute one. I don’t know the loading guys very well, they rarely walk through the lobby since they usually come and go through the dock. But yesterday he got out of a Ferrari and came in through the lobby.”

“Was he carrying anything?”

“Yes. His briefcase.”

That seemed odd. A guy in the loading dock with a briefcase. Definitely someone to pay attention to.

She looked at the clock beside the bed. “Oh I need to get home. My Mom will wonder where I am.”

I put her new clothes back in the bag as she got dressed again. I walked her down to her car.

I kissed her goodnight, chastely since we were in public. “Don’t forget to shave in the morning,” I said, “before you put on your new panties.”

Chapter 3: Philip the Accountant

Jonathan, the suspicious controller, was too senior and probably too wary for me to approach directly. I decided to be more oblique and try and find out more about what was going on in finance through a different person.

Philip was one of the accountants who worked for the controller. He was mid-thirties, tall. Good body, obviously worked out, without being ripped or anything. He would be my next target. Or rather, I would place myself in the right place and he would think I was his next target.

Late in the day I went to his office. I had a list of various documents that I needed to see. But mostly it was an excuse to sit in his office and chat to him. I gave him the list of stuff I needed to get copies off. Just as planned it was approaching the time for everyone to go home.

“So which gym do you go to? The one in the hotel I’m in is crap,” I asked him.

“How do you know I go to a gym?”

“Come on. At the risk of being accused of sexual harassment, I have to say you have a great body.”

He laughed. “Well thank you. Not enough attractive women tell me that.”

“Not enough attractive men tell me either,” I said smiling.

“Well, I’m going to the gym now when I leave if you want to come along too. I get to take a guest in for free a few times per month so it won’t cost you anything. And it is walking distance even.”

I smiled. “You just want to see me in yoga pants and a sports bra.”

He laughed. “I’m a guy. I admit it.”

“Anyway, I don’t have my kit with me, of course. So we will have to go via my hotel.”

The two of us left and we walked to my hotel. He looked as if he was going to wait in the lobby, but I invited him to come up so we could continue talking. I grabbed the bag in which I kept my workout kit and put my briefcase on my desk. He put his briefcase down on my bed. When we left, I noticed that he deliberately forgot it. I knew that later, after we’d probably had dinner, he’d remember and have to come back up to my room. That saved me from needing a plan to get him back there.

We went to the gym and worked out. After we had showered, he invited me to have dinner as I expected. We went to a steakhouse that was just a short walk away from the gym and had a wonderful meal and split a bottle of wine. As we were leaving, just as I expected, he suddenly looked around.

“Where’s my briefcase?”

“Did you leave it at the office?” I said innocently.

“No, I’m sure I left with it.”

“Did you leave at the gym then?”

“Now I think about it, I don’t think I had it at the gym.”

“You must have left it in my room.”

“I might have done. I assumed I took it with me when we left but I guess I didn’t.”

We walked back to my hotel and took the elevator up to my room. To nobody’s surprise his briefcase was still on the bed. He picked it up.

“Well, thank you for a lovely evening,” I said.

He put his arms around me. “It was fun. We should do it again.”

I looked into his eyes. Best to let the man make the move. In an instant we were kissing, our tongues expressing the urgency of our bodies. His hands were everywhere, on my breasts, on my ass. His hard cock pressed against my mound. His hand slid up the back of my blouse and undid my bra.

I didn’t even make a token effort to stop him. In fact, the opposite. I undid his belt, unzipped him and wrapped my hand around his rock-hard cock. Meanwhile he had my pants unzipped and his hand in my panties. His fingers were running up and down the length of my slit, spreading my wetness all over my throbbing pussy.

I pushed my pants and my panties over my hips and stepped out of them. As he continued to finger me, sending little spasms of pleasure sparking through my body, I unbuttoned my blouse and shook my bra off down my arms. Then I undid the buttons on his shirt. It only took a moment for us both to be naked. His muscular body looked fabulous. And I look pretty good naked, even if I do say it myself.

I knelt down in front of him and wrapped my mouth around his cock. He was thick. Not the biggest I’d had but up there. No matter what the size, there is not much I like more than the first feel of a new cock in my mouth. I felt a rush of moisture in my pussy as my lips closed around his cock and my tongue started to explore the ridge around his cockhead.

“Oh fuck Morag, you do that so well,” he sighed as my tongue touched all the most sensitive spots.

I started to stroke his shaft with my fist as my tongue swirled tantalizingly around his knob. With my other hand I reached between my legs and pushed a finger into me so that it was wet and slick. With that hand I started to cradle his balls. He was shaved so they were smooth. My wet finger found the crinkly skin of his asshole. I started to rub him there as my mouth started to fuck his cock harder.

He groaned as my fingertip pushed into his ass. “Oh wow, you are an adventurous girl.” I started to move my finger in and out of his asshole, at the same time using the palm of my hand to caress his balls.

I lifted my mouth off him for a moment. “Are you staying the night?”

“If I may.”

“Of course. Then you can cum now in my mouth. And fuck me properly in the morning.”

I moved my mouth back onto his cock and slid him deep into the back of my mouth. I slowly pushed down hard onto him and felt his cock slip into my throat. I had always been lucky that I had a very weak gag-reflex. I continued to push as more of his cock slid into me.

“Oh my god Morag, you know some tricks,” he groaned as he felt his cock slip into the tight sleeve of my throat.

I pulled back out and started to fuck his cock harder and faster, while also fingering his asshole more deeply. He groaned again and I sensed he was close to cumming. He put his hand on my head. I looked up into his eyes. I just love the feeling of submissiveness kneeling in front of a guy with his cock in my mouth, staring into his eyes and seeing the arousal there.

Suddenly he let out a loud grunt. He thrust his cock hard and mercilessly into me a few times. His hand on my head meant I couldn’t do anything but take him. And then he was cumming. I felt his cock jerk, tasted the warm creamy cum as his body pumped my mouth full. I continued to lick him and finger his ass until I felt the last little spasms of pleasure fade away.

I stood up and lay down on the bed. I spread my legs offering Philip my pussy. I could feel that it was all wet, engorged with excitement, aching for the first touch of his tongue. He didn’t need any guidance. He moved onto the bed between my outspread thighs. With both hands he gently opened up my pussy by parting my fleshy outer lips. I wax regularly so they are smooth as a little girl’s. He bent forward and I watch his tongue disappear out of sight around the swelling of my mound. A moment later his tongue slid between my inner lips. I heard myself let out a little moan as the tip of his tongue found the entrance into my vagina. He circled there, sending wonderful feelings of excitement radiating through me.

Then he moved his tongue up. I felt it slip up between my labia again until he was almost touching my clit. And there he stopped, teasing me, not quite touching my clit but close enough that he was sending exquisite little spasms of joy coursing through me.

“Oh you fucking tease,” I moaned as he continued to lick around the whole area without actually touching my little hard aching clit, so hungry for the release of his first touch. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me already. I think he could sense it too. I knew I’d not last long when finally he reached my clit.

“Oh yes, just keep doing that and I’m going to cum.”

He lifted his head up. “Yes, cum for me Morag.” Then he pushed his tongue hard onto my clit and started to rhythmically lick it. “Nnnggh,” I heard myself grunt as my orgasm immediately burst. I felt powerful pulses of pleasure pulsating in my pussy. “Oh god, yes,  yes, yes,” I squealed as my body flooded with joy. As my orgasm started to die away and my clit got over-sensitive, he lightened his touch so he was barely touching it, coaxing the last little ripples of pleasure from the tiny pink pearl.

We rolled under the covers and were soon asleep. It was still early when I woke up. I felt Philip stir next to me. I put my hand on his chest and slid it lower. I love the way men wake up with the hardest of erections. I slid across the bed and straddled him, pressing my pussy against the shaft of his rigid cock. I kissed him as I moved my hips and massaged his cock with my pussy lips. Then I moved a little further up. I could feel his cock between my legs, nudging between my labia. I adjusted my body so that the tip of his cockhead was in my entrance and pushed back. I wasn’t yet wet enough for him to go straight in but I pulled up and pushed down and gradually worked him into me as my body relaxed and got more excited.

“Good morning big boy,” I said as I finally felt his entire length slip inside me. As I said he was thick, the perfect breakfast.

I sat up on him and started to thrust my hips back and forth, fucking him more aggressively. I put my hand on his chest and let my thumbs fall on his nipples. I rubbed them, feeling the little points get hard like two little male clits. He lay back watching me, enjoying it as I did all the work. Not that it was really work, it was pure pleasure. Just as sometimes I like to lie there and feel that I am doing nothing, it is all being done to me, at other times I like it the other way around. I’m doing everything to him.

I squeezed the muscles in my pussy tightly around his cock. “Oh yes,” he groaned as the pleasure rose to a new level.

“Cum for me big boy,” I said as I started to fuck him harder and faster. If anything it felt as if his cock had grown even larger inside me.

“Just keep doing that and I will,” he moaned.

A moment later I felt his body stiffen. His cock jerked inside my pussy and I felt the unmistakable change inside me as his first warm jets shot deep inside me. I slowed my thrusting down, milking his cock as it continued to twitch inside me and his body drained into mine.

After lying in each other’s arms for a bit we realized we needed to get our act together and get to work. We decided he’d go to work first. It might be a bit obvious if we were spotted walking down the street from my hotel. I would come a minute or two later.

Inside the building I walked to his office. I ignored the visitor’s chair in front of the desk and instead sat on the credenza behind his chair. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently massaged him as he logged in. Of course a few seconds later I knew his password and could gain access to the company’s financial systems.

“Well, I suppose I’d better go and do some work too,” I said as I walked to the door.

“Text me when you want to go to the gym again, Morag. It was a very special workout.”

That evening, after everyone had left for the day, I logged in and took a look around the financial databases. At first I couldn’t find anything that looked the least bit unusual. Except one thing, maybe nothing, that seemed suspicious. There was one company, Motown Electric, who regularly placed orders and then canceled them.

I looked around a bit more and started to feel I was definitely onto something. The company that placed orders and then canceled them had never actually placed an order that was shipped. If nothing was shipped, and nothing was billed, it was hard to see how it cost the company anything other than some wasted administration.

It seemed like the next day would be time to see what went on where orders were shipped. I already had Larry from the loading dock on my list of people I wanted to talk to since Anna told me about him getting out of a Ferrari. Plus, now that I’d seen him, I wanted more than to talk to him. Maybe I could get something out of him in a more intimate environment. And I didn’t just mean his cum.

Chapter 4: The Loading Dock

I decided to go to the loading dock around the time I knew their shift ended. We didn’t have enough business to work 3-shifts through the night so around 5pm the last truck would pull out and the workers would leave.

“Hey, what are you doing here Morag?” one of the guys shouted as I walked in. I knew he was Larry, since Anna had pointed him out to me a couple of days earlier. Since I was from head-office and had been around for a couple of weeks now, word of my presence seemed to have spread. Plus, if I were suspicious of Larry, if he was smart he’d be at least a little wary of me.

“Came to see this part of the place. Can’t leave anything out.”

“But this is man’s work. Women aren’t strong enough to make it here.”

I laughed. “All you do is drive fork-lifts around all day. Doesn’t take any strength. I could do it just as well as you.”

“Going to come to the bar with us then…see if you can keep up with us. We’re off for a few games of pool.”

“I’m game,” I said. I’d had two things in my favor. My brother had taught me from an early age how to play pool, so I played surprisingly well. Way better than anyone would expect. And I knew how to handle drink. I figured it would be a perfect opportunity to get in with the loading dock guys even if I didn’t find anything out that night.

There were 3 of them. Despite my ribbing them about just driving forklifts, they were all pretty well built. Larry, the one I was suspicious about, was tall with long mousy blonde hair, attractive in a bad-boy kind of way. Jack was a black guy, a huge guy. You definitely would not want to get on the wrong side of him in a fight. And Keith was another white guy, shorter than the other two, but with arms that looked like they could tear up phone directories, if we used phone directories any more.

We went to a bar a couple of miles away. Nothing like the hotel bar I’d taken Anna to. Cash-only. Pool tables. Bud light the most popular libation. Shots of Jameson. We played a few games of pool and, like a hustler, I played OK but muffed all the difficult shots I might have managed to make if I tried. I wasn’t sure why, but being able to play better than they thought seemed like it might turn into an advantage.

“Another round,” Larry said.

“Of course,” I replied.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he said. “After all you’re a girl.”

“I can keep up with the guys.”

“OK,” he said. “Buds and shots of Jameson again.”

“Go for it,” Keith and Jack said.

Larry brought the drinks over.

“How about playing for money?” he said. “Me and you, one-on-one.”

“Only if it is worth it,” I replied.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s no fun to play for $5. Let’s play for $100.”

I knew that was a lot of money. They weren’t on minimum wage for sure, but I doubted they were earning a fortune. And they were guys. He would be too proud to turn down a girl. I had a strategic decision to make. I decided to lose, even though it would cost me $100. But it might turn out to be the entrance to something more interesting.

“Replay,” I said, after I’d come close to winning but Larry had easily got the final black while I had a ball left on the table.

“OK, but I’ve got a new challenge,” Larry said. “If you win, then I give you back the $100. But if I win I want your panties. And you have to take them off while we watch.”

Since I was wearing pants that would mean pretty much being half-naked in front of three guys. I felt my pussy ripple with excitement at how the evening was going. The sexual tension in the air was intense. I was totally up to do it, who knew where it might lead, but I had to feign resistance.

“You guys,” I said laughing. Then I had an idea. “No, I’ve got a better idea. If I win then all three of you have to do it. Take off your underwear while I watch.”

“We can’t do that in here,” Jack, the big black guy said.

“Good point. Who lives the closest?”

“I do,” Keith said.

“Then we go to your house. If I lose, I take off my panties while you all watch. If I win, you all take off your underwear for me. I want to see them.”

“Them?”

I paused. “Your cocks.” It sounded so outrageous to say that word out loud in the bar like that.

I stopped playing pool to lose. Larry still had four balls on the table as the eight ball went down. They had lost, they had to forfeit.

Soon we were at Keith’s house. He opened a few more cans of beer, not that we needed more alcohol. I sat down on the sofa.

“OK,” I said. “Let’s see them.”

“Are we really doing this?” Keith said.

“Of course,” I replied. “You wouldn’t have let me keep my panties on if I’d lost, would you?”

“I suppose not, but it seems sort of weird now.”

“Jeans and underwear off,” I said forcefully. “I want to see who has the biggest one.”

“Are you going to take your panties off too?” somebody asked.

“I won,” I protested. But then I continued. “Maybe, depends how appetizing your cocks are.”

That was all the incentive they needed. In seconds I was faced with three guys naked from the waist down. Larry’s cock was already hard. Jack’s cock was big, those stereotypes about black guys are sometimes true, although it was only half hard, dangling like a huge snake. But Keith, despite being smallest of the guys, had the most enormous cock. Not incredibly long but thick. Very thick. Girth not length. As I sat there and watched, Keith’s cock went from semi-flaccid to hard, from hanging to suddenly pointing straight at me. I felt my pussy flood with arousal at the thought of it inside me. He was huge, thick as my wrist. The biggest I’d ever seen.

Larry was the brave one and took the initiative. He pulled me to my feet. He started to kiss me. I felt hands on my pants, felt the button being undone, felt my panties fall to my ankles. My pussy fluttered with arousal at the thought that three muscular guys were going to fuck me. Someone was undoing my blouse. My bra was unclipped. I just kissed Larry and let everyone else strip me.

A moment later we were all naked. Me. Three guys. Three hard cocks. I dropped to my knees and took Larry’s into my mouth. He moaned as I started to work his cockhead with my tongue. I reached out and grabbed Jack and Keith’s cocks with each hand and started to stroke them as I sucked Larry. I switched my attention, taking Larry’s cock in one hand and wrapping my mouth around Keith’s. It was so big I could hardly get my lips around it.

I moved so my sex was exposed from behind as I sucked Keith’s huge cock. I let go of Larry and I sensed, rather than felt, that he was behind me. His cock slid into my pussy. I was so wet and welcoming my body didn’t put up even the tiniest bit of resistance as he slipped inside in a single long thrust.

So there we were, Larry fucking me from behind, me sucking Keith’s almost unbelievably large cock while I stroked Jack’s with my hand. I started to alternate between Jack and Keith, sucking one and stroking the other and then switching mouth and hand. Of course Larry felt wonderful inside my pussy, I could feel my arousal building up inside as he pumped into me.

There is something wonderful about group sex like that. Several guys. After all, a girl can take a lot of pleasure and having three guys ready to go just means she is going to get satisfied much more than normal.

Keith pulled away and lay down on his back on the floor. I pulled off Larry and squatted down over Keith’s cock. I felt my body tense up slightly anticipating the discomfort that such a large rod was going to cause me as I worked it into my pussy. I lowered myself. At first just the knob went inside and then I was stretched to my limit. I lifted up a little and then pressed down. It was painful, like losing my virginity again. I could feel my pussy distending, gradually getting accustomed to the invasion. Finally I sunk down until he was completely in me and my body was pressed against his.

Larry and Jack both pushed their cocks into my mouth as I started to rock my hips on Keith’s monster. I don’t think I’d ever done that before, sucked two guys at once. It was definitely more difficult than sucking one, there just isn’t that much room to move my tongue around when there are two cockheads in there too. But I was thrusting my body back and forth quite vigorously and so it was easy to fuck their cocks with my mouth in time with the cock in my cunt.

Jack pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me. I’m not sure whether he had anything in mind, but I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. He took the invitation. I felt his cockhead press against my asshole. He pushed forward roughly. It was borderline painful, my ass not having been prepared. But I just love the intensity of a hard cock forcing its way into my reluctant ass. My body resists but the cock insists. Jack pushed harder, slowly but very firmly. I felt my asshole distending around his cock, thank goodness Keith’s huge cock was in my vagina and not my ass.

I started to rock my hips again, working the last of Jack’s cock into my ass, pistoning Keith’s cock in and out of my cunt, and fucking Larry with my mouth. Three cocks, one in each of my holes. Wonderful.

Larry was the first to get there. He grunted and thrust hard into the back of my throat. I felt his cock jerking in that familiar way, tasted the saltiness of his cum on my tongue. I swallowed and then licked his cock clean.

A moment later Keith groaned. If anything his cock felt like it got even larger and then he was pumping jets of warm cream into me. My cunt was so full of his cock that there really wasn’t any room for it and I could feel it leaking out where my labia were stretched tight like an elastic band around his shaft. I left his cock inside me, enjoying the feeling as it went from immense and solid to merely large and semi-hard, and I could feel more of his cum dripping from me.

Jack grabbed my hips and started to really hammer into my ass. Then it was his turn to groan as he emptied his balls deep into my rectum. He pulled out of me and finally I stood up. I could taste cum in my mouth and feel cum seeping from both my pussy and my asshole.

I went to the bathroom and got under the shower. Soon Keith, whose house it was, came and joined me and the two of us washed off the sweat and cum. Even flaccid, Keith’s cock looked enormous. I was still amazed I’d been able to get it into myself.

I didn’t ask if I could stay the night. I just rolled into bed with Keith and soon the two of us were asleep.

When I woke up I glanced under the covers. Keith was still asleep but he had morning wood. His cock was almost throbbing, it was so hard. A thick shaft topped with an impossibly large pink mushroom of a knob. I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around it, although wrapping was really not the word. It was thicker than I could get a hand around. I gently stroked it as Keith slowly woke up. Then I lowered my head and licked his cockhead until I finally summoned up the courage to take it into my mouth again as I knew I had managed to do the evening before.

I moved around on the bed and straddled Keith’s head so that my pussy was pressed against his mouth. I let out a little moan as his tongue pushed inside my folds and found my opening. I pushed my body back slightly so that his tongue fell onto my clit. We lay like that for a bit, me doing my best to work my tongue around his head while his tongue caressed my clit and produced the most wonderful little tremors of excitement that sparked through my body like little fireworks.

Then I felt one of Keith’s fingers slip inside. I groaned. I could feel my body almost shaking as my orgasm got close. “Oh yes,” I sighed, “I’m nearly there.” It was hard to concentrate on licking his cock since my body was just on fire. I pushed his cock as deep into my mouth as I could, which wasn’t all that far. But the feel of my mouth being completely full of cock was enough to take me over the top and my orgasm exploded. I was basically a bundle of sex, my hips thrusting my pussy hard onto his mouth as he continued to finger me, my mouth sort of jerking on his cock. I was moaning and groaning.

Keith rolled me off the bed so I was bent over it. I spread my legs for him as I felt him behind me. He grabbed my hips thrust forward hard. I screamed in surprise and pain as he drove that huge cockhead into my cunt, still quivering with the last little hints of my climax. Luckily I was slippery with post-orgasmic juice. He thrust forward again and I felt like he was splitting me in two. He started to fuck me, not gently, oblivious of my pleasure. But somehow when a man just takes me roughly like that, it is a huge turn-on. Especially since he had just coaxed a wonderful orgasm from my body with his tongue, now it was his turn. I pushed my ass back as he thrust forward. His belly was against my ass-cheeks so I guess he was completely inside, thank goodness, I don’t think I could take any more.

When I sensed he was close, I squeezed my cunt hard onto his cock. I heard him groan and felt his cock twitch inside me, felt the change he filled me with warm, slippery cream.

We lay there on the bed and kissed and cuddled.

“Do you like working on the dock?” I asked Keith.

“It’s pretty good. I didn’t graduate high school so I feel I’m pretty lucky.”

“So is everything honest on the loading dock. I’ve been told we have a certain amount of shrinkage.”

“It seems honest when I’m there. And they have cameras. It would be pretty hard to steal any units. Plus I wouldn’t know how to get rid of a smart meter anyway.”

“What about Motown Electric?”

“Who? I never heard of them. Never saw a manifest for them.”

“They ship regularly,” I said. At least I thought they did, if that was how the scam worked.

“Hmm. Perhaps they ship on the late trucks. There is one trucking company that can’t get there until late, after the time we have to leave. But Larry lets us go home and he takes care of it himself. To be honest, I’d rather stay. I could do with the overtime. But Larry is the most senior so he gets it.”

“Does that happen often?”

“Only about once a month. So it’s not a big deal, not getting the overtime.” Keith glanced at the clock by the bed. “Shit, we need to get to work. At least I do.”

After another shower, I went back to my hotel to change. A guy can wear the same suit to work several days in a row without anyone even noticing, let alone thinking it was odd. But if a woman shows up two consecutive days in the same outfit, everyone thinks it is odd even if they don’t immediately draw the conclusion that she didn’t go back to her own place the night before.

Chapter 5: Ian the IT Guy

I needed to know more about the computer system. I didn’t know how it was done yet, but I had become convinced that some weakness in the computer system was how the fraud worked. I was pretty certain that it went something like this. The dummy company Motown Electric placed an order. The order was shipped. Something happened, that I intended to find out about. The order was canceled, even though it had been shipped. It was never billed because it was canceled.

Somehow the order shipped but never showed up as being shipped. And a team of people, probably Jonathan in finance, Larry on the loading dock, maybe some more, would get paid for the shipment. In cash, in a briefcase. It might not go down precisely like that but I was confident I was getting close.

There was one IT guy onsite called Ian. Since, as I already said, I have a Ph.D. in computer science I could talk the talk. I didn’t know how to keep a corporate IT system up and running 24/7, that is actually harder than it might seem. But I knew enough of the buzzwords to talk to Ian without seeming to be an idiot. He might feel comfortable enough to tell into his confidences.

He was Indian. Tall and looked fit, not the IT stereotype at all. Well, OK, a bit. He always wore jeans and a T-shirt and sandals. I had no idea if he was a social misfit or not, but IT guys tend to be on the introverted side, to say the least.

He had an office over near the server farm where the actual computers were in an air-conditioned room.

“Where did you go to school?” I asked him. There is a hierarchy of places and what he answered would give me a good idea of how smart he was.

“Computer Science at IIT in Kanpur,” he said. That was a surprise, a top school. Not just in India, but in the world.

“Why are you working here then?” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah. If I was in Silicon Valley I could probably have a much better job. But out here there aren’t too many opportunities.”

“Then move.”

“I can’t. My father lives around here and is very sick. He won’t last forever though. Then perhaps I’ll move and get a better job.”

“Are you the only guy in IT here?”

“No, we have weekend coverage. There is another guy, Derek, who works Saturdays and Sundays. We are both on call at night although since we don’t manufacture or ship at night that is not a big deal. Most things can wait until morning.”

“So are the IT systems here good?”

“Not great. But it’s not like we are Amazon or something. They are good enough.”

“Do you think it is possible to spoof them?”

“In what way?”

“There’s something odd going on. Do you think you could ship an order and then cancel it?”

“I certainly hope not. You shouldn’t be able to cancel an order once it enters the shipping process.”

My cell-phone rang and I had to go off to a meeting. But I knew computer scientists. I’d planted a seed and in an idle moment I knew he’d want to find out the answer.

I was lying on the bed in my hotel room late that evening watching TV when my phone rang.

“It’s Ian,” he said.

“Yes?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Go ahead.”

“No. Not here like this.”

“Come to my hotel. I’ll meet you in the bar.”

He showed up fifteen minutes later. I was almost sure why he was there. We went into the bar. He was looking around suspiciously as if he’d seen too many James Bond movies.

“Isn’t there anywhere more private?” he said.

“Come up to my room.”

We took the elevator up. I got a couple of Scotches out of the minibar. I figured he needed relaxing.

“Earlier this evening I was waiting for some backups to finish. So I decided to check out what you asked me about.”

“And?”

“You can. You can cancel an order once it’s started shipping. The order will ship but not get billed.”

“How come?”

“Of course that was exactly what I wondered. So I looked at the SQL that updates the database. There are a couple of lines commented out that I don’t think should be, that check that an order hasn’t already shipped when it is canceled. I was going to try and fix it and then I decided I should talk to you first.”

“Good idea.”

“I don’t know exactly what you do, but you are from head office. And I doubt you were just making casual conversation about canceling shipped orders. You know something must be going on.”

“So who made the change?”

“That’s the funny thing. I looked in the change log and it doesn’t exist.”

“That should be impossible.”

“Exactly. The only other person apart from me who could remove the change record would be Derek. So it has to be him. He must have made the change. Then gone to the version control and removed the evidence that he made the alteration.”

“So why didn’t you want to talk to me on the phone?”

“I’m scared. I did something stupid.”

“What?”

“Derek happened to call me this afternoon about something else. And without really thinking it through, this was before I’d investigated, I asked him if he thought it would be possible to cancel a shipped order. Like me he said it should be impossible. But he also added that it was such a ridiculous idea it wasn’t even worth trying to look into.”

“And now we know why he didn’t want you to try.”

“Yes. In fact he sounded a bit suspicious when he said it so it had already made me more interested than ever in investigating.”

“Thank you Ian,” I said. I almost decided to have him, to lean over and kiss him and see what happened next. I’d never fucked an Indian. But I was tired and decided that there would be another time. We finished our whiskies and he left.

It turned out that ‘another time’ was sooner than I expected. I was already showered and getting into bed when my phone rang again.

“It’s Ian again.”

“Yes?”

“There’s someone at my apartment. I know I didn’t leave the light on this morning but it is on now. I think someone is waiting for me.”

“Come back here,” I said. “You can stay the night at the hotel. With me. Nobody will dare try anything here.”

Ian was clearly surprised to see me in just a robe when I opened the door. He was shaking, clearly very scared.

“Calm down,” I said, placing my hand on his chest.

“I can’t. I’m just an IT guy. We don’t do this sort of spy thriller stuff.”

“I bet I can calm you down.”

“Really? How?”

I undid the belt on my robe and slipped it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor. I was naked underneath. He looked at my body in amazement. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he had not seen a lot of naked bodies. Except on the net, of course.

I took his hand and guided him across the room. The two of us lay down on the big bed, me naked and him still fully clothed. He was still trembling but less than before. I just held him against me as he gradually calmed down. I pulled his T-shirt off so that his chest was pressed against my breasts. As he calmed down I was pleased to feel that he started to get hard. He was no longer thinking about the bad guys but thinking about my body.

I kissed him. He kissed me back tentatively.

“You have done this before, haven’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, but….”

“But what?”

“Well…not much. And never with someone like you.”

“Like me? You mean someone at the same company?”

“No…I mean someone…you’re so pretty…like a model. This is like a dream.”

I undid his jeans and stripped him naked too. I kissed my way down his body to his hard cock. He had a beautiful brown uncircumcised one, not huge but not small either. I wrapped my hand around it, my white girl hand on his Indian cock a contrast in colors. I kissed the very tip of his knob.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as I wrapped my lips over his cockhead. I softly caressed his balls as I started to use my tongue to work my magic on him. I love the intimacy of having a guy’s cock in my mouth for the first time.

But I was just starting to get going when he suddenly moaned. “Oh no,” he said. I felt his cock twitch and he blasted into the back of my mouth. I was disappointed, of course, but I worked his cock with my mouth as he spurted warm jets of cum into my throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It was so amazing I just couldn’t last. Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “You’ll last longer next time.”

To relax him, at take his mind off sex for a bit, we had a geeky conversation about studying computer science and what it was like growing up in India and then moving to the US. Then I kissed him again. His tongue was less hesitant this time, although I wasn’t under any illusions that I would still have to be the one to take the lead. I reached down and grasped his cock. I was pleased that it was already hard again.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for him. I was pretty sure he’d have done this before, the most common position for sex but, I have to admit, still one of my favorites. He moved over my body. I grasped his cock and guided him into my opening. I was already wet and ready for him. He pushed forward and slipped into me easily.

I sighed encouragement as he started to move his hips. He wasn’t an experienced lover, of course, but somehow his naïveté made it more attractive. I felt it was my duty to give him a wonderful experience and also to obey the campsite rule and leave him better than I found him. I wrapped my legs around his and kissed him.

“That’s right, Ian, you feel so good,” I moaned. I rocked my hips underneath him, fucking him as hard as he fucked me.

After a time on my back I was ready for a change. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and rolled him onto his back, never letting his cock out of my pussy. I sat up. I reached down and rubbed his nipples with my thumbs as my hips started to move back and forth. His cock felt great inside me. I went slowly, I didn’t want him to cum yet. Partially because I wanted to prolong my pleasure but also I wanted him to be confident the next time he had sex. Even though I guessed it probably would be with someone else.

I reached down and started to masturbate my clit. Not just because it felt good to me, which of course it did, but also because I know men like to watch.

“Oh that feels great, Ian,” I said. I started to rock my hips a little faster now. I was close so I didn’t care if he was too.

“Oh you’ve made me cum, you clever boy,” I gasped as my orgasm hit. It’s hard to keep my hips moving when I am cumming, too many things to think about. My body jerked a few times as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Cum for me,” I said as my orgasm died away. I could tell he was close. I rocked my hips harder and faster. Just as I sensed he started to cum, I lifted myself up off him and then sunk down again so that he was no longer inside me but, instead, my pussy was pressed against the shaft of his cock. I continued to rock my hips, masturbating his cock with my pussy lips. I looked down to see the first powerful jet of creamy cum shoot out onto his belly. As I continued to move my pussy on his shaft, he pumped spurt after spurt of cream from his cock onto his stomach. It was such a lovely sight to watch.

“What’s going to happen?” he asked as we lay cuddling afterwards.

“Ssh,” I said, “We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Tonight we sleep.”

And we did sleep. It was just getting light when I woke up. I was eager to get to work, today would almost certainly be the big day when we wrapped up the case. But I was horny and had a tall Indian in my bed. The case could wait a little.

Ian was still asleep but he was hard anyway. I slipped under the covers and took him into my mouth again. I licked him very lightly, enjoying knowing what he must be feeling as he gradually awoke.

I went slowly. I could heard him letting out little sighs of pleasure so I knew he was awake although he was half-pretending to still be asleep. As I continued to lick him, I moved my body around so that I straddled his face. I lowered my pussy the final few inches to his mouth. I guessed he might never have licked a pussy before, but he didn’t hesitate to try. I felt his tongue exploring, nudging around in all those feminine folds down there. The tip of his tongue found my cunt and pushed a little inside me. I couldn’t stop myself moaning. There is nothing more friendly and close than lying like that, a cock in my mouth and a tongue in my pussy, and the knowledge that I will soon move around and experience that marvelous feeling as a cock slowly penetrates into my wet and welcoming cunt.

I moved my hips a little, almost fucking his tongue and his mouth, and at the same time I continued to lick him. But this time I was careful not to over-stimulate him, I didn’t want him to cum prematurely in my mouth, I wanted to feel him cum inside my pussy.

When my pussy felt like it was dripping with excitement I moved up the bed. I was on hands and knees, my pussy offered to Ian. He moved behind me. I reached between my legs, grabbed him and guided him into me. He slipped into me slowly, pushing his brown cock between my pink lips, although only he got to see that sight, you miss a lot sometimes being a girl.

“Fuck me hard,” I moaned, thrusting my ass back against him and burying the rest of his rod in my body. He grabbed my hips and started to take the initiative, being vigorous if not rough. He was like a steam-engine, back and forth inside me, almost withdrawing so his cockhead nestled at my opening before ramming back into me with a long hard stroke. I moaned encouragement, making sure he didn’t stop. I wasn’t worried about cumming myself that morning, I was having such fun without it, so it was a surprise when I felt a small orgasm coiling up inside me like a snake preparing to attack. “Oh yes, don’t stop,” I moaned as the snake struck, my orgasm fluttering in my pussy around his rock-hard cock.

“I’m going to cum,” he said. He was so aroused he could barely talk, to be honest.

“Cum inside me,” I said. I didn’t want him to pull out, especially if he was going to cum on my ass and back where I couldn’t even watch.

A few more thrust and he let out a loud grunt. I felt the first blast of his orgasm as he creamed in my cunt. The whole feeling inside me changed as he pumped my vagina full of his thick cum. It would drip out during the day into my panties and remind me of the satisfying way that I’d woken up that morning.

Chapter 6: Dénouement

“Can you get into the computer system from here in the hotel?” I asked Ian.

“If I can use your laptop,” he replied. “I didn’t bring mine, I was in such a rush last night.”

“Here’s what I want you to do. Uncomment that SQL so that canceling a shipped order stops working. Cancel Derek’s access to the system so he can’t cover up everyone’s tracks. But then I want you to look into Motown Electrical. Tell me who entered the orders for them, who canceled them, who signed-off the shipment on the dock and so on.”

“Wow, there really is something going on then?”

“Yes. I can even tell you the answers. Jonathan placed the orders. Jonathan canceled them. Or maybe Derek. Larry shipped them.”

Ian worked on the computer for about ten minutes.

“You are right,” he said. “Jonathan placed the orders. Larry shipped them. In the past Derek would cancel them manually. But now Jonathan seems to be able to cancel them. I guess that was after Derek commented out that code so he didn’t need to do everything by hand.”

I called my contact, the head of security back at the head office. They told me to stay at the hotel while they coordinated things with the police. Having been tipped off by Ian asking Derek about the order canceling, it was more complicated since they weren’t so stupid as to show up a the office. But they weren’t fast enough to have left their homes early. Except Derek who was at Ian’s apartment waiting for him with a baseball bat. By mid-morning, all three were in custody.

Once Derek was arrested, Ian could return to his place safely. I went to the factory to gather up my belongings, my job done. I was in the lobby talking to Anna when Philip walked in.

“I leave tomorrow,” I told them both. “Why don’t you both come and have dinner with me tonight. My treat. You were both a huge help to me.”

Of course I planned on having more than a cognac after dinner, and I knew neither Anna nor Philip were hoping for anything less. It was a long time since I’d had a girl-girl-guy threesome, my favorite since I love both the hard muscularity of men and the soft curviness of young girls.

“Shall we go for a drink in the bar,” Philip suggested after dinner.

“I’ve got a better idea. I’ve got a bottle of Champagne on ice in my room.”

The three of us got into the elevator. In my room I poured each of us a glass of Champagne.

“Strip for us,” I whispered to Anna.

“What? Really?”

“Yes. You have a lovely body. I want to see it again. And I’m sure that Philip wants to see it too.”

“Is he going to…you know?”

“Do you want him to?”

“Yeah. But I want you to be there…to be my guide.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I want to watch.”

“This is a bit kinky isn’t it?”

“What?”

“My first time being a threesome.”

I laughed. “It will be extra-special.”

Philip and I lay down on the bed. Anna swayed as if she was dancing to music, although there was none. She took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing one of the silk bras that we’d bought just a few days earlier. It was no surprised to discover she was wearing silk panties when her pants fell to her ankles. She reached behind and unclipped her bra. She pulled the straps off but held the cups in place on her breasts, teasing, before finally dropping the bra to the floor. She turned around and slipped her panties down over her hips. She was naked. She turned around. She’d done as I’d ordered and was now shaved, her deep slit no longer hidden by her pubes.

Philip patted the bed between us. As Anna climbed onto the bed and lay down, Philip slipped off his clothes. Not surprisingly, having watched Anna strip, he was already hard. I kissed her and at the same time my hand slipped down across her belly until a finger found the top of her slit. I slid a little deeper until my fingertip found the little hard point of her clit. She sighed with pleasure as I started to lightly rub it. In the meantime Philip was kissing her breasts. He kissed her too, alternating with me.

I let my finger slip down and push into her. She was very wet. “Are you ready?” I asked her quietly.

“I can’t wait,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

Philip moved over Anna’s body. She spread her legs wider. I grasped his cock and guided it to her pussy and then positioned his cockhead just in the entrance to her body.

“Are you sure?” Philip asked her.

“Totally.”

It is always a special sight to watch a man’s cock vanish into a girl like that. All the more so when you know that no cock has ever penetrated her before. Anna winced slightly as Philip gradually worked himself into her, pressing against her without being rough, gradually stretching her open. It didn’t take long until his cock was completely inside.

“OK?” he asked.

“It’s perfect.”

His hips started to rise and fall, pumping his cock in and out of her no-longer-virgin vagina. While they started to fuck, I got out of my clothes so that I, too, was naked. I played with her breasts as he continued to fuck her.

I lay on my back and spread my legs. Philip glanced over at me and I sort of indicated what I wanted. He pulled out of Anna and rolled her onto her front. She worked her legs underneath herself and he re-entered her from behind. I slid up the bed so that my pussy was just inches from her mouth. I knew she’d never licked another girl before, and maybe she’d be intimated by the thought. But I didn’t give her much choice, I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her between my legs until the lips of her mouth were pressed against the lips of my pussy.

“Oh yes,” I sighed as Anna experimentally tongued me. A straight girl’s first time licking my pussy is such fun, enthusiasm more than compensating for inexperience. I ground my pussy against her mouth as her tongue found the entrance to my cunt. I could feel her mouth rhythmically press against me each time Philip’s cock thrust into her and his belly rammed against her ass. I touched my breasts and started to stroke my own nipples.

I looked at the tableau in front of me. Anna’s head was buried between my legs. Although I couldn’t see it, of course, I could feel her tongue swirling around inside the entrance to my cunt. Her back sloped up to her ass, and Philip knelt behind her. Again, I couldn’t see it, but I knew his cock was deep inside her. It was like the perfect porno scene except it was all for real.

“Lick my clit,” I ordered Anna. I put my hand on her head, grabbed her hair and guided her the few inches from my opening to my clit. Somehow girls seem to have a harder time finding a clit than men do, maybe because since they have one of their own they assume it will be easy, although it is nothing like finding your own. But eventually she found it and the tip of her tongue started to circle around the tiny hard bud.

“Oh gosh yes,” I sighed, “Just keep doing that and you’ll make me cum.”

I started to move my hips a little, pressing my clit against Anna’s tongue as she moved it in little circles. She obviously wasn’t really sure what to do but she’d masturbated enough so I presumed she just used her tongue the way she touched herself with a finger. I moaned quiet words of encouragement so she didn’t lose concentration and stop licking. I know from experience it is hard to focus on doing something else when you are being fucked, and to make it more extreme for her, it was her first time with a cock in her vagina, and Philip knew how to use it to pleasure a woman.

“Oh keep going,” I sighed as I felt my orgasm getting close. “Oh yes, Anna, you good girl. Put a finger in me too.”

I felt her finger tentatively feeling for my entrance and then, when she found it, cautiously pushing inside, worried perhaps that she might hurt me. Somehow an orgasm feels better when there is something inside me.

“Oh my god yes,” I squealed as my orgasm hit. I felt my body explode in the familiar way, felt my pussy clamp down on her finger as I almost tried to force my clit into Anna’s mouth. I love it when a straight girl makes me cum with her tongue for the first time, it is a rare treat like caviar or champagne. Wonderful when you get it but something only experienced very occasionally.

I moved up the bed. Philip was fucking Anna hard and fast, she was grunting with every thrust into her, obviously close to her own orgasm. I licked a finger. She squealed with surprised when I rubbed it on her asshole and almost immediately forced the very tip inside her.

“Oh I’m cumming,” she cried, although we didn’t really need to be told. Her body went rigid for a second and then she started to shake almost as if she was having an epileptic fit, like she had done when I’d made her cum just a few days earlier. Her orgasm consumed her completely. I could feel it in her asshole around my finger and I knew Philip must be able to feel her cunt almost sucking on his cock.

It was obviously all Philip needed to take him over the edge. He grunted and pulled out of Anna. I wrapped my mouth around his cockhead and my hand around his shaft. It took just a couple of pumps and he blasted into my mouth. I used my tongue to coax every last drop out of him before swallowing it all. The ultimate nightcap.

Anna and I slept in one of the beds and Philip in the other. Us two girls knew that in the morning Philip would be over to make sure we both wouldn’t be able to walk quite straight when we went down to the dining room for breakfast.

After that I went to the airport and dropped off my rental car. I would take a few weeks off to enjoy the large check that I knew would be waiting for me. A check that everyone thought I’d earned through my brilliant computer hacking skills, but which I’d actually earned with my body and my skills between the sheets.