Chapter 1: Shannon
Remember me. Morag. The geek who uses her computer skills to solve crimes and mysteries. Except actually I use my body. Let me remind you about myself. I actually am a computer whizz. I have a PhD in computer science from MIT. I have a good body but not a great one. Perfect for this work. An incredibly hot body is too noticeable. 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.
The phone rang at my condo and I got a new assignment. An electronics company used to make pretty good money and now, not as much. The yields of the products seem to be unchanged so it looks like some type of fraud. My job to find out. My experience is that a major fraud takes at least three people, sometimes more. Usually someone in finance to get the money out. Someone in IT, or perhaps a programmer in finance, to fix up all the databases. Then someone to get out whatever the product being stolen is. Since semiconductor chips can be literally worth their weight in gold, a standard attaché case can hold a lot.
As I told you in the previous story, I like to start with the receptionist. She sees a lot, overhears a lot, but isn’t really noticed by most people. If possible I become their mentor since nobody wants to be a receptionist all their life. The receptionist at this company is called Shannon. I guess she is a high-school graduate from the area, maybe twenty years old. Nobody would dare admit it, since it is not really legal, but receptionists are hired because they look good. They are the first person visitors meet, and most visitors, especially in the electronics business, will be men.
Shannon fitted the part. Really cute, with a pretty face and blonde hair. Her breasts were a nice medium size. I couldn’t really tell how tall she was since she was sitting down. On the first day I was working on-site, she was dressed in jeans and a blouse. Nothing too expensive, receptionists don’t make a lot of money. I noticed she had an athletic body.
“You look like you work out, Shannon,” I said. “Where do you go?”
“There is a gym not too far from here. One of the perks of working here, even for a lowly receptionist, is free gym membership.”
“Don’t think of yourself as a lowly receptionist. Think of yourself as a future manager on the first rung of her career ladder.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You need to behave that way too.”
“I don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you. You need to do things to keep your self-confidence up.”
“Like what?”
I noticed the lobby was empty but even so I leaned over the counter so there was no way anyone else could hear. “Would you believe even what panties you wear makes a difference? Don’t buy them in Target or Walmart.”
She looked away. Of course I had no idea of what panties she were wearing, but I could tell from the expression on her face they were nothing special.
“So will you show me where the gym is?” I said.
“Sure. I plan on going there at lunch-time.”
I had workout kit in my car. At lunchtime I picked her up. Another girl came to relieve her for an hour. I drove her to the gym. We did a little running on the treadmill and then some resistance training on the machines. Soon we headed to the locker-room and the shower.
In the locker room the most attractive women walked around naked. The women who were shy or who didn’t have such good bodies tended to wrap their towel around them and do their best not to show too much. Of course I walked around naked. Shannon had her towel wrapped around her.
“Have you noticed how self-confident women with great bodies don’t hide them? They blatantly walk around naked. You should be naked too.”
Shannon looked doubtful but she bravely unwrapped her towel and put it on the bench. I could see that she was blushing a little with embarrassment but didn’t remark on it. Her breasts were very firm but even so they shook alluringly as she used her other towel to dry her hair. She had a mass of untrimmed brown pubic hair that she clearly had done nothing to tame.
I reached into my workout bag and pulled out a clean pair of expensive lacy cream panties. I tossed them too her.
“Put these on,” I said. “See how different it makes you feel.”
She pulled them on. They looked a lot better on her than the plain white cotton ones she had been wearing earlier. I drove her back to the office.
“Give me your phone number,” I said when we got back. “I’ll take you out to dinner and give you some more coaching.”
She entered her number into the phone. “I get off at 6pm,” she said. “We don’t allow visitors after that.”
I picked her up after work and the first thing I had arranged was for her to have a manicure and a pedicure. They cleaned her up and then gave her a nice set of nails and painted her toes.
“Take these,” I said passing her two pills.
“What are they?” she said suspiciously.
“Painkillers. The next appointment will hurt a little.”
I took her to a specialist little store I had found for a Brazilian wax. Of course I didn’t get to watch, although I’d have loved to, but I knew they would trim her hair a little and then paint it with warm wax. They lay a sheet of cloth on it. Once the wax had set they pulled the cloth off complete with all the hair underneath. Repeat until the whole area was smooth. It could be very sore, especially the first time, hence the painkillers. Especially removing the hair on her pussy lips and around her asshole. She was clearly walking a little bit tenderly when she came out.
“Are you over twenty-one?” I asked.
“No. Twenty.”
“Then we’ll go for a drink in my room. If you want one, anyway.”
“Yes, please. It’s a pain having another six months to wait to be able to do it officially.”
“Not as much of a pain as having your pubes ripped off.”
“Shit, yes, that hurt. It took willpower not to scream.”
“Do you like the look?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve not seen my slit all bare like that for years. Since I was a little girl.”
We went up to my room. I had a bottle of scotch and I poured us each a glass.
“Let me see the full effect,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to see how much better you look naked than you did at the gym at lunchtime.”
She looked at me to make sure I wasn’t just teasing her and then when it was clear that I wasn’t she slipped out of her clothes until she was just wearing the panties I’d passed her at the gym. Even in panties she looked better. No stray curls peeked out around her panties or through the holes in the lace. Her nails and feet had been done. But I wanted to see more.
“All the way,” I said. “Complete self-confidence, remember.”
She slowly let the panties slip over her hips.
“Good girl,” I said as she stepped out of them. Now I could inspect her hairless slit. She had prominent pink inner labia that I could now see since they were no longer obscured by hair.
“You look beautiful naked like that.”
“Thank you. Nobody has ever said that before.”
“Is this the first time anyone has seen you naked?”
“Apart from everyone at the gym when you made me take my towel off. I was so embarrassed. I could feel myself blushing. But now, with no hair, I feel even more naked. Everything’s on view.”
“It looks a bit sore.”
I went into the bathroom and got some lotion. She clearly expected me to hand it to her but I squirted some onto my hand and, before she realized what was going to happen, I rubbed the lotion onto her smooth mound. I forced my slick finger into her slit and between her legs and rubbed lotion onto her pussy lips. Her body shuddered. I pushed harder and she moved her feet apart a little to give me better access.
“That’s weird,” she said.
“Because I’m a woman?”
“I suppose. Not that any boy has touched me there either. Plus it feels so different now that it’s hairless.”
“You’re still a virgin?”
“Yes.”
I started to rub her pussy properly, letting a finger slip up and down the inner labia the whole length of her cleft. Suddenly I altered the angle of my finger and pushed it completely inside. She gasped in surprise. And maybe a little at the indignity of it. Her whole body shuddered.
“Have you ever had a finger inside before?”
“No. Apart from my own.”
“How far have you gone with a boy?”
“Just kissing. He touched my breasts. That’s it.”
“Do you masturbate?”
She blushed. “I’ve never talked about any of this. Not even with my close girlfriends from high-school.”
“It’ll feel different next time you masturbate. Without all the hair. More sensitive. More like it does when I’m touching you now.”
I started to move my finger in and out of her. I could feel her body shaking with arousal.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
She could hardly talk, she was getting so excited. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you are doing this. And that I’m not stopping you.”
I pushed her a couple of steps backwards across the room. The edge of the bed hit her behind the knees and she fell backwards. Before she could stop me I spread her legs and pressed my tongue to her clit, keeping my finger in her cunt. It only took a few licks and she came hard, I could feel her pussy throbbing around my finger.
“Nggh,” she grunted as her body twitched and then flooded with pleasure. “Oh, fuck yes. I can’t believe I’m being licked.”
When it was over she lay limply on the bed, her legs still spread. I took the opportunity to inspect her pussy. She had fleshy, now-smooth, outer lips. As I could half-tell when I saw her slit from the front for the first time, she did indeed have big inner labia, spread out like pink wings and shining with the juice of her orgasm.
“That was nothing like when I do myself,” she said. “Much more intense. And all over my body not just…you know…between my legs.”
I got off the bed and refilled our whisky glasses.
“Do you know what I do?” I asked her as I lay back down beside her.
“Something to do with head-office. But not really.”
“I’m a fraud investigator.”
“So is there fraud here?”
“Maybe. That’s my job to find out. But I need your help.”
“Me? But I’m just the receptionist. I don’t know anything. I don’t go to meetings or that sort of thing.”
“I know. But as a result other people hardly notice you. They walk through the lobby on their phones and you get to hear a little. You see who is smoking cigarettes with who. Have you seen anything suspicious?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Two unlikely people chatting regularly. Someone saying something weird on the phone.”
“Not that I’ve noticed.”
“Well, keep an eye out for me then.”
“OK.”
“Is there anyone in the finance department that hits on you?”
“You mean…like tries to flirt with me?”
“Yes. I need to find someone like you in finance, an insider I can trust.”
“But where does the hitting on me part come in?”
“He’ll probably hit on me. And then I’ll let him fuck me. Then he’ll be my spy.”
“Oh wow. I’m so shy compared to you. I could never do that.”
“Don’t worry. You haven’t let anyone do you yet. We need to find you a cute guy too.”
“Gosh. I suppose.” She laughed. “My pubes are gone thanks to you. I suppose my hymen’s next.”
“Were you planning on keeping it?”
“No, I’m kind of ready. Especially after tonight.”
“So any good candidates in finance?”
“I suppose Alexander. He is a little flirty. Well, a lot, actually. He works in finance but I don’t know what he does. No, wait, I think he’s in purchasing.”
“Is he cute?”
“TDH. Tall, dark and handsome. He’s too tall to really describe as cute but he is certainly attractive.”
“And he hits on you?”
“Well, he makes it clear he’d like to…you know…get into my pants.”
“Perfect.”
“I need to think about going home. My parents will wonder where I am.”
“Spread your legs. I want to see your pretty pussy again.”
“It’s pretty? I’ve never seen another girl’s for comparison.”
That was a lead-in I wasn’t going to let go unused. I slipped off my pants and panties quickly. She had already seen me naked, of course, in the gym locker room. But not the most intimate of angle of my body. Until that moment. I lay with my feet towards her and spread my legs.
“Now you have,” I said.
“Gosh,” she said. “It’s like watching porn. Except it’s real.”
I took her hand and put it on my pussy. I was pleased that although she didn’t take any initiative she didn’t pull it away either.
“Push your finger in me.”
With a first-time girl, or a guy for that matter, the easiest place for them to find is your entrance. The clit is much smaller and harder to locate. Plus, pushing your finger inside a pussy for the first time feels much more exciting than sensing a tiny little hard point under your fingertip. And, of course, I love the feel of a little straight girl sliding it in, another little step towards more intimate activities such as kissing and licking.
She was brave. She moved a finger between my labia and felt for my opening.
“Here?” she asked.
“Yes.”
I let out a long sigh of encouragement as she pushed her fingertip inside. I unbuttoned my blouse and took off my bra and I was soon naked too.
“Yes, Shannon, just like that. All the way in.”
“This is so not right,” she said. But she did as she was told and pushed her entire finger into my cunt.
I put my fingers on my own mound, on the little tiny patch of hair that I currently kept for decoration. It was just above my g-spot.
“Imagine you’re using your finger to stroke mine.”
She started to move her finger inside me, stroking it along the front wall of my cunt. It felt wonderful, of course. I let out little whimpers as if I was more out of control than I was, so she knew she was doing it right. From her viewpoint she should be able to see her finger going in and out of my pussy. It should look pretty sexy.
“Push a second finger in and keep going.”
I felt my cunt being stretched a little more as she worked her middle finger in to go alongside her index finger. She started to stroke my insides again.
“Oh yes, keep going like that. You’ll make me cum. Just keep that rhythm.”
She kept moving her fingers back and forth, pressing her fingertips up towards where mine still rested on my mound. I pressed down a little harder and I could feel her fingers through my body. I could also feel an orgasm starting to build up and in no time it was suddenly there, just about to happen.
“Oh yes, good girl, you’ve done it. I’m going to cum.”
I started to rock my hips in time with the thrusts of her fingers and that took me over the top. My body jerked and I felt my pussy clench tight on her fingers for a moment. And then it was pulsating with pleasure, radiating the most wonderful feelings from between my legs to my toes and fingertips. I could feel the tops of my breasts all flushed and warm.
“Can you stay the night?” I asked once my body stopped quivering.
“I suppose I could tell my parents I’m staying with a friend. I’ve stayed out before. But only at weekends.”
“I want to cuddle you all night.”
I got off the bed and poured us both another scotch as she called her parents and then her friend to set up her alibi. I would have another taste of a virgin straight girl’s muffin for my breakfast. So much better than the healthy boring bran kind.
Chapter 2: Alexander
The next morning Shannon went ahead so that we didn’t arrive suspiciously together. The last thing she needed is everyone in the office knowing that I was fucking her. When I walked into the lobby she was sitting there behind the reception desk. But otherwise the lobby was empty.
“Do you feel more self-confident like that? After everything we had done to you yesterday?”
“Surprisingly I do. No pubes and lacy panties makes more of a difference than I would have thought. Plus my nails. I feel less like the most junior person in the building.”
“I’ll buy you a new bra this evening. You’ll feel even better still.”
Some other people walked into the lobby so I broke off the conversation and went to the temporary office that I’d been allocated. I decided that Alexander would be my target for the day. Later that morning I went to his office.
“Hi, you’re Alexander, aren’t you?”
“Guilty as charged,” he said with a smile. More of a smirk really. I sensed that he was dangerous. And I already knew from Shannon that he wouldn’t hold back if he wanted me.
“I’m Morag.”
“Yes. I know. You’re from head-office.”
“It seems everyone already knows.”
“We don’t often get visitors from head-office coming for a few days.” He paused. “Especially attractive women.”
“I don’t think you’re meant to say that, you know.”
“I know. Sexual harassment. But women like to be complimented. Especially cute ones.”
I laughed. “Alright. You can continue to harass me. But I warn you, I give as good as I get.”
“OK. I’ll go for it. You look like you have a great figure even if you dress very professionally. To try and conceal it a bit.”
“And you want to see it unconcealed?”
He smirked again. “Of course.”
“And what do you have to offer in return.” I paused. “Do you have a big cock?”
He gasped. “Wow. You certainly do give as good as you get. As a matter of fact I do.”
“Really. Men love to boast. They don’t always measure up.”
“Do you want to see it?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
“OK.” I licked my lips. “Yes, I want to see it.”
He unzipped his pants. The layout of the office meant that nobody from outside would be able to see. I got up from the chair in front of his desk and moved behind it so I had a clear view. His cock looked huge and it wasn’t even fully hard. I reached over and grasped it. It felt nice and meaty in my hand and I could feel it thickening between my fingers. I stroked him gently, trying to look casual to anyone looking through the open office door. He was uncircumcised and I love the feeling of stroking an uncut cock, the way the skin slides back and forth over the hard rod underneath.
“You were not boasting,” I said quietly. “I hope you aren’t thinking of putting it inside me.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking of.”
The way to seduce a man is totally different from a girl. You put yourself in harm’s way and see if anything happens. Add being a bit touchy if necessary. Usually he will get the hint that you are attracted and suggest something. If he is shy, maybe just a coffee. If he is aggressive, maybe a drink in his room or something more blatant. Alexander operated at another level altogether. I’d touched his cock within a few minutes of meeting him. Even I could hardly believe it.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Maybe. Why don’t you investigate?”
He put his hand on my leg, on my stocking. He slid it up a little, under the hem of my skirt.
I sighed with pleasure. “Higher. Above the lacy tops. It is so much more electrifying on my bare skin.”
His hand slid up until he was on the silky skin of my inner thigh, just inches from my pussy.
“Oh yes,” I said as he stroked me there, sending little quivers of excitement flashing through my nearby pussy. Then his fingers slowly slid higher until they were nudging against the hem of my panties. I froze motionless, waiting for what I knew was about to happen. Slowly he pushed his fingers into my panties against my pussy lips. Of course I was already wet with the thrill of his touch. He slowly pushed a finger into my body. His cock was now rock hard too.
I glanced out of the door. Nobody was looking our way. I quickly ducked down out of sight and slid underneath his desk. His cock was immediately in my mouth. He picked up his phone, doing his best to look innocent as my tongue swirled around the rim of his cockhead.
“Oh fuck, Morag,” he said, talking into the phone so that it didn’t look like he was talking to himself. “You do that so well. I can’t believe you are sucking me already when we’ve barely talked.”
I couldn’t really talk back since my mouth was full. I started to slide his cock in and out over my tongue, gradually taking him deeper into my mouth until I could feel his cock at the back of my throat. I used my hand to pump the shaft of his cock as my lips and tongue stimulated his knob.
“I’m close Morag,” he said into the phone.
I slipped my other hand into his pants so that I could stroke his balls too. He was shaved, his hairless ball-sack all nice and smooth. I couldn’t wait to get him naked so I could lick it.
“Yes,” he said into the phone. “I’ll be right there, Goodbye.” He put the phone down. At that moment his cock twitched in my mouth and I could taste his seed as he pumped into my mouth. I stroked his lovely big member as I felt his cock pulsating and felt the thick cream of his cum running into the back of my throat. I swallowed his load once he stopped squirting.
“Is the coast clear?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
I slipped out from under the desk and sat down on the chair in front of it, back to being professional. He slipped his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.
“What are you doing this evening?” he asked.
“You,” I replied. “I’ll come back at before 6 this afternoon. But before I go, I need a few reports printed out.”
I told him what I needed.
I watched as he typed in the access code to the purchasing database. As I told you last time, one of my Spidey-skills is that I can read people’s passwords off the keyboard as they type. Even if they type really fast. I didn’t really need those reports at all, but I did need the access code to be able to generate those types of reports myself. Between fucking Alexander and then poking around in the databases I knew it was going to be a long night.
I walked through the lobby a few times that day. The first couple of times there were other people around but then there was a time when Shannon and I were alone.
“Do you really want to do it?” I said.
“You mean…”
“I mean fuck,” I said.
“With who?”
“Alexander.”
“How? I mean I just say yes next time he hits on me or what?”
“I’ll come back at six when you get off.”
I came to the lobby just after 6pm as Shannon was putting her coat on.
“Come with me,” I said.
The two of us walked over to Alexander’s office.
“Err…what’s going on?” he said when he saw me with Shannon.
“I brought you a little virgin to deflower. I thought you’d like it as an amuse bouche before the main course. Although more of an amuse bite in this case.”
I shut the door to his office. Then I took Shannon into my arms and kissed her. She wasn’t really sure what was going on but her tongue was enjoying the attention of my own. I could feel her body pressed against mine, her breasts pressed onto my body.
“Well that’s a nice little show to watch,” Alexander said.
“No touching yet,” I said.
Slowly I undressed Shannon, taking off her top and her bra, and then undoing her pants and pulling down her panties. I could sense Alexander’s undivided attention as Shannon’s twenty-year-old body came into view. I turned her to that she faced him and he got to see her waxed pussy for the first time, so different from how it had been just a couple of days before when I’d got my own first sight of it when it was still hairy.
“You can lick it,” I said.
Alexander didn’t need telling a second time. He knelt down in front of Shannon. She moved her feet apart and he pressed his tongue into the cleft of her sex. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue explored among all those virgin folds of her femininity. I put my arms around her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. I could sense the trembling in her legs so I held her tight, knowing that when the excitement got too much then probably her knees would collapse. My hands slid up her body onto her breasts as Alexander capably worked her pussy.
“Get your cock out, Alexander,” I said.
He stood up and in just a moment he was naked too, his cock sticking out hard and rigid horizontally from his body. I put my hands on Shannon’s shoulders and pushed her down.
“Don’t worry that you don’t know what to do,” I said. “Just put it in your mouth. He’ll love it anyway.”
She grasped his cock, the first time she had held one, and very tentatively wrapped her lips around it as if she was trying out a new food, a new taste, which in a way I suppose she was. I grabbed her head and moved it back and forth, directing her mouth to move up and down on Alexander’s shaft as her tongue ran over the big pink knob. Gradually I pushed a little more so that his cock slipped deeper and deeper into her mouth until it was in the back of her throat.
I felt a little strange since I was fully dressed and both Shannon and Alexander were completely naked. But it felt sexy, like I was in charge of the entire proceedings. I was tempted to have him cum in her mouth but her virgin pussy awaited its first cock, and a virgin pussy is best penetrated with the hardest of cocks, not one that came recently and risks softening.
“Bend over the desk,” I said to Shannon.
I guided her so that her breasts were pressed onto the desktop, I used my knees to knock her legs apart. Her little pink lips glistened attractively between her thighs.
“Don’t go too fast,” I said to Alexander. “Remember it’s her first time.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock and directed his cockhead between Shannon’s labia so it just nestled in her unpenetrated vagina. He pushed forward and I watched her lips distend around his thick cock and the pink mushroom of his knob vanish into the young girl’s body.
“Ready?” I asked Shannon. “It might hurt a little.”
“I know. My girlfriends told me their experiences.”
He was very gentle. He thrust back and forth but only pushed infinitesimally further into her each time, stretching her out very gradually. Shannon was purring with pleasure so I was pretty sure she wasn’t experiencing any pain. Gradually the long shaft of his cock vanished inside the receptionist’s body.
I leant over and kissed one of Shannon’s ears. “Now you are a woman,” I said. He was starting to thrust harder into her now that her cunt was accustomed to the invasion.
“Is it good?” I asked her.
She was too aroused to really be able to comprehend me, having sex for the first time. Well, if you don’t count her experiences with me.
“It’s wonderful,” she managed to gasp as Alexander’s cock rhythmically pumped in and out of her no-longer-virgin pussy.
“Don’t cum in her,” I said to Alexander. I assumed Shannon wasn’t on the pill although I’d never asked her. Sometimes virgins are on the pill to control the regularity of their periods or other women’s stuff, but mostly girls don’t go on the pill until they are sexually active.
When Alexander got close he pulled out of her. I knelt down and took him into my mouth and for the second time that day I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, tasted as his cum blasted into the back of my throat. I grabbed Shannon’s leg and pulled her down and she wrapped her lips around his cock and she got to taste cum for the first time.
One problem with a threesome with two girls is that there is only one man. Once he has come the other girl has to wait a little to get her own fucking. But I wanted Shannon to have as great an experience as possible for her first time so I wasn’t greedy.
Having stayed out with me the night before Shannon really needed to go home if only to get some clean clothes. Alexander and I went out to dinner in the restaurant at my hotel. Neither of us said anything, but after dinner we walked to the elevator together and soon were in my room.
A few seconds later I was thrown onto my face on my bed, my skirt pushed up to my waist. He grabbed my panties and ripped them open violently. Then he forced his knees between my legs. He was almost instantly inside me. Sometimes I’m in the mood for cuddly romantic sex but sometimes I just love to be taken roughly by a man who takes what he wants without formalities. Although I prefer not to have my panties destroyed, they were not cheap.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he said as he started to move back and forth.
“Oh I am. I was sucking you within a couple of minutes of meeting you. It was so hot. I love big cocks. Oh yes, fuck me hard, you are huge, just how I like it.”
“And then you brought me a freshly waxed virgin pussy to play with.”
“Oh it was hot watching it go in. Your cock deflowering the receptionist. I bet she will be squirming in her seat in the lobby tomorrow. She’ll be sore.”
“I bet you fucked her yesterday, you dirty girl.”
“I did. I had all her hair removed and then I was the first person to see her lovely smooth pussy. Then finger it. And the first to lick it. I gave her her first big orgasm.”
“And did she do you too?”
“She did. I made her put her fingers inside me and wouldn’t let her take them out until she finished me.”
“Now I could tell you just wanted me to be really forceful. You are so fucking wet I know I was right.”
“You were right. Even though it is a bit rapey I love to be done without being asked permission.”
“I’m going to do you in your ass now.”
“And what if I don’t want you to?” I laughed knowing just how he would respond.
“I’m going to have it anyway.” He spat and I felt the moisture on my asshole, his finger rubbing it and then roughly penetrating.
He spread my cheeks and pulled his cock out of my cunt. His huge cock that was going to hurt like hell going in. But a nice kind of pain. His cock pressed against me and then he pushed forward. I was still tight. I tried to relax to let him in but he was big and he was relentless.
“Ouch,” I cried out involuntarily.
“Shut up bitch, you can take it. I’m sure a slut like you has had lots of cocks in her ass.”
“But you are so big,” I moaned. Guys love to be told they have big cocks.
Gradually my body relaxed and his cock started to move a little more easily inside me. Luckily my pussy had been so wet that he was nicely coated with my slick juices since we weren’t using any lube. I felt an orgasm building up in my tummy.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” I squealed.
The muscles in an ass are strong so somehow anal sex makes for an exceptionally powerful orgasm. I felt my orgasm begin, felt my asshole clenching on his hard cock. He stopped moving to enjoy the feeling of my ass milking him.
“Oh yes, you made me cum too,” he said.
He pulled out of me. I rolled onto my back. He shoved his cock into my mouth. Somehow anal sex always feels a bit dirty and taboo, but sucking a cock that was just in my ass is even more dirty and taboo. Only sucking a cock that was just in another girl’s ass is even more dirty. And I love to be dirty. For the third time that day I felt his cock jerk and my tongue tasted his creamy cum.
I swallowed his cum. “I hope you’re staying the night,” I said. I needed his cock again in the morning, but this time less aggressively. A lovely slow fuck before going down for coffee and pastries. And the sexy feeling of him dribbling into my panties for the rest of the morning.
Chapter 3: Jennie and Ed
I was in my hotel room. I opened up my laptop and connected to the hotel’s wireless network. I poured myself a large scotch and I sat down for a long night of poking around in the company databases trying to spot something that looked unusual. I had spent just a couple of minutes investigating when my phone rang.
“What the fuck are you doing, Morag?” a woman’s voice said.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Jennie. In IT. I was just sitting down to watch a movie when my phone started to vibrate like…I don’t know…something that vibrates a lot.”
“Your vibrator?”
She laughed. “Not mine…it’s not like people in IT have any time for a sex life. Even with ourselves.”
“My vibrator then.”
“How did you get the access code you are using?”
“I’m from head-office, I can get pretty much any code I need.” I didn’t feel like revealing the truth.
“Well they gave you the wrong code. Yours is only valid on our internal net.”
“I’m in my hotel. I didn’t realize it mattered where I was.”
“You are setting alarms off everywhere. What are you doing?”
“Trying to find things that look out of place. Want to help me?”
“I suppose. I don’t know what you really do, it is all so secretive, but I suppose I’m meant to assist you. At least I’ll turn the security messages off so you can do what you want without the entire IT department being flooded with alarms.”
“Do you like single malt scotch?”
“Err…I love it, what’s that to do with anything?”
“I’ve got a bottle here in my room. Come here to the hotel and help me. I could do with someone who really knows her way around the systems. And if I’m going to be up all night I could do with some company.”
I had never met Jennie so I hadn’t a clue what she was like. But you know me, if she was attractive I would love to get more than her laptop open. Her legs, for example. She arrived about half an hour later. She turned out to be Chinese, or at least Asian. She might have been Korean or Japanese or even Vietnamese. Attractive. Nice figure. Black hair, of course. Not as tall as me, but then few Asian women are. Nice sized breasts. She was cute enough I felt a little flutter in my pussy.
“What are we looking for?” she said as she opened up her computer and connected to the hotel’s wireless network.
“I wish I knew. Something that looks wrong. Stuff that is ordered with an odd delivery address. Like ordering a big-screen TV and shipping it to a home address, although nobody would be that obvious. Or stuff that is ordered only very occasionally but has high value. I don’t know how it works yet, or else I could give you a better idea.”
“But there are tens of thousands of transactions per week. We can’t look at them all. I’ll write a little program to pull out those two then. Stuff not shipped to our receiving dock. Stuff we order less than, say, once a quarter. Anything else?”
“How about stuff where the inventory always seems to build up. We order it, it is delivered but we don’t use up what we have before we order it again.”
I poured Jennie a scotch. “Do you really not have time for a sex life?” I asked.
“IT people love to exaggerate how we have to work 24/7. But to tell the truth it’s not that at all. I don’t really know how to go about getting a boyfriend. I’m too Asian. Shy. Embarrassed by anything to do with…you know. Shit, I can’t even say the word ‘sex’ without going red.”
“Are you a virgin?”
She blushed. “See. Look how embarrassed I am already. But no, I’m not. But nearly. Only one time. And I’m almost 30.”
“Tell me about him.”
“Really?”
“It will help you get over your embarrassment.”
“I suppose. I was at a party that a friend was throwing a few years ago. I got drunk because…well, because being Asian that is the best way to overcome my inhibitions. A guy hit on me. I was terrified, shaking to be honest, maybe scared as much as aroused, but I let him take me up to one of the rooms upstairs. I put up a little bit of resistance but my heart wasn’t in it. To tell the truth, I wanted it to happen. I was 25 and ready to just do it to find out what it was like. I’d given up the Asian virgin-at-marriage thing and the I-must-be-in-love-with-him thing. I just wanted to get it over with. Plus…alcohol.”
“So what happened?”
“He took off my pants and panties. Didn’t even bother to kiss me or touch my breasts. Then he was suddenly inside me.”
“Was it good?”
“No. It was really painful. Why do our bodies want something so much if it hurts so much?”
“It doesn’t hurt after the first time or two.”
“Really? I just had that one-night-stand so I’ve not got to that stage yet.”
“So you have only had sex once in your life?”
Jennie blushed again. “It sounds like I’m a total loser to say so. But yes.”
“You’re not a loser. You’re really attractive.”
“Thanks. I just don’t know how to behave to make something happen. I’m too shy to ask a guy out.”
“That doesn’t really work,” I said. “You need to make the man do the heavy lifting. You get to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”
“But somehow someone needs to ask before I get to choose.”
“So if you were going to ask a guy out, who would you ask?”
“Promise you won’t tell.”
“I promise. I won’t even know the guy, will I?”
“He is another one on the IT team. So I’m not sure what the rules are since we work together and all. We get all these lectures about sexual harassment every year which makes it seem like telling a guy his haircut is nice is tantamount to rape. He looks at me, I can tell. But he is a total geek. Socially inept, to say the least. He’s never going to dare to ask me out. I suspect he’s a virgin. Or at least a near-virgin like me.”
“Invite him over.”
“What do you mean?”
“Now. Call him. Tell him I need help here and one person is not enough. You’ll be here, in a hotel room, with a bed. That’s a hell of a lot better than in an office with a desk.”
“I don’t think I could do that. You call him and ask him to come.”
“Drink that whisky,” I said. “All of it. Then call.”
She looked at the glass. Then she made her mind up and drank the rest of the glass of whisky as if she was finishing off a Coke.
“Wow, that was strong,” she said. She took a deep breath. “Here goes.”
“Good luck.”
She picked up her phone off the table and dialed. Of course I could only hear one side of the conversation.
“Hi Ed, it’s Jennie.”
“Yes I know it is late. I’m with Morag, the woman from HQ. In her hotel. She is looking for some fraud and needs help with trawling the databases. I’m overwhelmed so if you are just watching TV then perhaps you could come and join us and help.”
“But you must have seen those episodes of ST-TNG a zillion times before, so that’s no excuse.”
“We’ve got a bottle of malt whisky. Really good stuff. 18-year old. Laphroaig.”
She gave my room number and put the phone down.
“Luckily it seems he loves peaty single-malt whiskies. That clinched the deal. He’s on his way. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’ve invited him here. How do I behave?”
“Start off professionally. Don’t throw yourself at him, you have to play at least a little hard to get. You are a girl not a guy.”
“But how do we get from being all professional to…kissing and stuff. I can’t even make him ask me for my number since he already has it for work.”
“We’ll have to play it by ear. Let me take the lead.”
“You’re going to kiss him?”
I laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. You’re the one that is going to kiss him. I’ll talk to him and see if I can help it happen.”
“Gosh. How far’s this going to go?”
“How far do you want it to go?”
“Well…I’m totally up for, you know, everything. I’ve fantasized…” She paused. “I shouldn’t tell you this, should I?”
“You’ve masturbated imagining fucking him. You don’t need to tell me. I can guess.”
She blushed again. “You are so experienced. Yet you are only slightly older than me. I can barely talk about kissing, let alone…masturbation…there I said it. I’ve never talked to anyone about that.”
“Not even close girlfriends.”
“Gosh no. I have no idea if they even do it. I sort of assume they probably do. But it’s not what comes up over the Cosmopolitans.”
“You should drink something more grown-up. Not pink.”
“Why?”
“Because you are not 20. You are nearly 30. You love malt whisky. Drink it when you are with your girlfriends.”
“They would wonder if I was lesbian. It’s pretty butch in girly circles to drink neat whisky.”
“Fuck them. Drink what you want. You’re your own person. Don’t conform to their rules.”
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Ed walked in. He was somewhat of a hipster. Tartan shirt. Beard. Neatly trimmed hair. One ear-ring. The modern video game company employee look. But also cute. I could see why Jennie was attracted.
I explained what we were doing, and we worked for a couple of hours. Jennie kept looking at me as if she wondered when and if I would do something to liven up—no, create—her sex-life.
“Time for a break,” I said. I picked up the bottle of whisky and refilled all our glasses. Then with the carafe from the coffee maker I added a little water. We all leant back from our computers.
“So Ed,” I said, “do you have a girlfriend?”
“No,” he replied, clearly a bit embarrassed at the question.
“Why not?”
He thought for a moment. “I could give you the crap answer,” he said, “but the real reason is I don’t know how to do it. I have no ‘game’ as guys seem to call it.”
“Would you like a girlfriend?”
“Of course. Every guy wants a girlfriend. Well, except gay guys of course.”
“So let’s practice,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Be brave. Ask Jennie if she wants you to kiss her.”
“I can’t do that. We work together.”
“I promise you she’ll say ‘yes’.”
“What?”
“Drink the rest of that whisky to give you a little courage and then do it.”
“Really?”
“I’m serious. Just do it.”
Ed looked at his glass and then, just as Jennie had done earlier, he clearly made a decision. He drained his glass.
He took a deep breath and looked at her. “Jennie, apparently you want to kiss me.”
“No!” I said. “You can’t say it like that. That is totally beta. Just ask it the way I told you.”
“Jennie, do you want me to kiss you?”
“Yes, Ed, I do.”
“What now?” Ed said.
“You fucking kiss her.”
I put my hand in the center of their backs and pushed them together. Somehow they got their act together and in a moment their lips were locked together.
“Use your tongues,” I said as if I was directing a soft-porn movie.
After they had been kissing for a bit it was time to advance things.
“Put your hand on her breast,” I said to Ed.
He broke the kiss for a moment. “But…” he said.
I grabbed his hand and put it on one of Jennie’s breasts. She let out a little sigh of pleasure. They kissed again and Ed rubbed his hand on Jennie’s breast.
“Break,” I said like a boxing referee.
They stopped kissing and sat up.
“Are you both having fun?”
“Yes,” they said in unison.
“Do you want to go further?”
“Yes,” they said.
“Do you want me to leave you alone together?”
“No,” Jennie said. “We need you to keep telling us what to do.” The evening was starting to have interesting possibilities.
“Take your top off,” I said to her.
“Wow. OK.”
Without hesitating she peeled off her top and sat there in just her bra. I could see her body quivering slightly, she was so excited.
“And Ed, take off your shirt.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He was surprisingly muscular for such a geeky person.
“Reach behind her and undo the clasp of her bra.”
He moved his hand behind Jennie but he was pretty lost as to how bras worked. In the end Jennie reached back and undid the clasp and then let Ed remove it. I think it was probably the first time he’d seen a woman’s breasts. Except in porn on the net of course. Real ones. Plus, since Jennie’s one drunken liaison didn’t involve her being topless, I assumed it was the only time anyone had seen her breasts. Until the two of us did. They were a nice medium size with little milk-chocolate colored nipples and areolas. Her nipples were hard, not that I was surprised about that.
“Kiss her nipples,” I said to Ed. “I’m sure you’ve seen enough porn to know how to do that.”
“And you,” I said to Jennie, “put your hand on his cock. See, he’s hard for you.”
Ed sucked one of Jennie’s nipples into his mouth. She let out a little moan. I could see her nipples were rock-hard. She put her hand on the bulge on the front of his jeans.
“Unzip him,” I whispered in Jennie’s ear.
She undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. For presumably the second time in her life she grasped a cock in her hand. Rock hard of course. She started to stroke him. Since she’d only had sex once before in her life I assumed she had learned most of what she knew from watching porn too. It was hot watching Jennie’s little Asian hand sliding up and down on his cock. She started to stroke him a little faster. I didn’t even have time to tell her to slow down.
“Oh, no,” he suddenly said. His cock jerked and a thick rope of cum shot into the air.
Jennie leapt back in surprise. “Keep stroking,” I told her. She put her hand back and stroked him as his body squirted cum that landed all over her hand.
“Wow,” Jennie said. “That was fucking hot. Like in a porno.” Then she paused realizing what she had just said. She laughed. “Not that I’ve seen any.”
“Are you sure it was OK?” Ed said. “I wanted to…you know…last longer, do more.”
“You wanted to fuck her,” I said.
“Well…I suppose.”
“You can. You’ll just have to wait a little while to get hard again. In the meantime do you know what you should do?”
“I have no idea.”
“Lick her.”
I turned to Jennie.
“Take off your jeans,” I said. “And your panties.”
“Gosh. I’m suddenly shy. I’m not sure I’m brave enough.”
“Just do it, as Nike says.”
Jennie undid her jeans and in a moment she was completely naked, lying on the bed.
“Spread your legs for him.”
“This is so weird. I’m so self-conscious.” But she parted her legs. I checked her out. Her Asian pussy had small light brown inner lips that just peeked through her slit. She just had a sparse dusting of black pubes on her mound and her little fleshy outer lips. I felt my own mouth watering.
“Lick it,” I said to Ed.
“Like…how?”
“Pretty much anything will feel good. She’ll tell you what feels best.”
He bent down and pressed his tongue against her pussy.
“Oh my god that feels so wonderful,” Jennie moaned as Ed’s inexpert tongue tickled among the feminine folds between her legs.
As Ed licked Jennie, I worked his pants and underwear off so he was naked too.
“Teach him where your clit is,” I said to Jennie.
“I’m not sure I know,” she replied.
I could have said it was where she probably touched herself when she masturbated. But it was the perfect invitation. I pushed my hand under Ed’s mouth and put my finger firmly on Jennie’s little hard clit.
“Here,” I said.
“Shit. That’s sensitive,” she squealed.
“Put your tongue there,” I said to Ed as I spread Jennie’s pussy open and exposed her clit completely, a hard little tiny pink pearl.
“Oh gosh, yes, do that. Do it more. It’s wonderful. Don’t stop. Oh fuck that is good.”
“Keep going,” I said to Ed. “You’ll make her cum.”
“Oh fuck, keep going, I’m close,” Jennie moaned.
“Hold yourself open for him,” I said to her. Jennie reached down with both hands and used her fingers to spread her pussy wide open.
“Stick a finger in her too,” I said to Ed.
“I don’t know where.”
I grabbed his hand, wrapped my own hand around his index finger and pretty much shoved it into Jennie’s vagina. She yelped in surprise as she felt herself being penetrated. And then almost immediately she was cumming.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Oh my god. It’s intense. Yes, yes, oh, oh, oh, oh my god. Fuck yes.”
“Keep licking,” I told Ed as Jennie’s orgasm seemed to go on and on.
“No. Stop. It’s too much,” she cried as her orgasm ended and her clit got over-sensitive. She pushed him away and brought her legs back together.
“Are you hard yet?” I asked. I reached down and grabbed his cock. It was solid.
“Put it in her,” I said.
“Like how? I’m a…not very experienced.”
“Spread your legs again, Jennie,” I said.
I held him and pulled his cock between her legs. I positioned his cockhead in her entrance.
“Push,” I said. “Hard. She might still be very tight.”
“Ouch,” she said. “Go slow. I’m still tender. This is only my second time.”
“Just suck it up. Let him in,” I said to her.
“It’s painful and wonderful at the same time,” she said.
“Oh it feels so good, so much better than…” His voice trailed off.
I knew he was going to say ‘masturbation’ but he stopped. He didn’t want to admit he was a virgin until that moment. And I wasn’t going to out him, although Jennie presumably realized too.
“You’ve seen enough porn to know what to do now,” I said once his cock slipped inside.
The two of them behaved like porn stars. The fucked in the missionary position and then they rolled over so she was on top. They totally ignored me. She pulled off and crouched on the bed on all fours and he came up behind and re-entered her. I reached underneath and started to masturbate her hard clit. I could feel her body shaking with arousal.
“Oh my god I’m going to cum again,” she squealed.
While he fucked her, I rubbed her clit and she orgasmed again.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunted.
“Don’t cum in me, I’m not on the pill,” Jennie said.
“Pull out of her and cum in my mouth,” I said.
He thrust a few more times and then his cock emerged from Jennie’s vaginal lips. My lips were immediately around him. My mouth lips, that is. My tongue worked his cockhead and I wrapped my fist around his shaft. His cock jerked and I tasted his cum in my mouth. I pumped him and caressed his knob with my tongue until he was empty.
“Wow,” he said.
“Was that your first time?” I asked.
“Somewhat,” he said.
I laughed. “What does that mean? That was a yes/no question.”
He paused. “Yes, it was. I was trying to pretend it wasn’t but it was.”
“Well, let’s have another whisky. And get back to work. But nobody is allowed to put their clothes back on.”
“How will we concentrate?” Jennie said.
“You’ll manage,” I said.
“But you should be naked too,” Ed said, not unreasonably.
“OK,” I said. I pulled my top off over my head.
“Come here Ed. You need to learn how to take off a bra.”
He stood in front of me, unsure of what was expected. I turned around to show him my bra strap.
“See the way the strap does up with little hooks in the middle of my back.”
“Yes,” he said.
He reached out to unclasp me but I turned back to face him.
“No,” I said. “You need to learn how to do it from the front. So now reach behind me with one hand. Feel for where the strap does up. If you just use your hand to squeeze the two halves of the strap together then it will come unhooked. That’s right. Perfect.”
I let my bra slide down my arms and tossed it on the bed.
“Now take off my pants.”
He reached out and undid the button and slid down the zipper. I wiggled my hips a little as he worked my pants over my ass. I stood there in just a small thong. He didn’t need any further instructions. He grabbed the waistband and pulled it down to my knees and let go. I stepped out of them completely naked.
“Gosh,” Jennie said, staring at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen another woman totally naked like that. Especially shaved. You are like a little girl down there, apart from that little patch of hair. But it is really attractive like that.”
“Yours is pretty too,” I said. “All that silky straight Asian pubic hair. So different from my curly bush. At least before I got rid of almost all of it.”
I lay down on the bed and spread my legs.
“Oh my god,” Jennie said. “That’s, like, obscene.”
“Lick me,” I said.
“But I’m not a lesbian.”
“Don’t analyze it too hard. I’ll love it. It’ll only be weird for like ten seconds.”
Jennie looked doubtful but she gamely moved onto the bed between my outspread thighs. She tentatively reached out and used her fingertips to open up my pussy.
“This is so odd. I’ve never seen one up close. Not even my own. And you are so pink compared to mine.”
I laughed. “I’m a white girl. We have pink lips usually.”
She lowered her head and I felt the warm wetness of her tongue just lurking in the entrance to my body.
“Good girl,” I said as she started to tentatively move her tongue. “That’s perfect.”
“Ed, come here,” I said as Jennie continued to spiral her tongue around inside the sensitive folds of my pussy.
“Lick your finger and stick it in my ass,” I told him.
“What?”
“Don’t you overthink it either. Just do as you are told.”
A moment later I felt his wet finger rubbing my asshole. He roughly pushed it inside. I prefer a finger to be worked in gradually but he had never done it before so he was a bit clueless. After a moment it felt really good. I didn’t need to tell him to start moving in and out of me, finger-fucking my ass.
I wouldn’t last long. I can almost cum just by thinking about it, but with a first-time girl licking my pussy and a first-time guy fingering my ass I could feel my orgasm building up like a balloon inflating. A moment later the balloon burst and my body flooded with pleasure and joy and exhilaration.
“Keep going guys,” I moaned as my body throbbed with the contractions of my climax. “Oh yes, don’t stop, yes, yes.”
Once I’d come back down to earth the three of us got back on our computers, still naked. It was an hour or two later when Jennie noticed something unusual.
“This is odd,” she said.
“What?” I said.
“There is this expensive stuff we order. I think it is some sort of semiconductor chip. Usually the orders look normal. But every so often we order some with the shipment address being purchasing instead of the receiving dock for manufacturing.”
“Purchasing? Do you normally ship stuff to purchasing itself?”
“No. Apart from purchase order paperwork and printers and stuff. Purchasing doesn’t do anything with semiconductor components. They are paper-pushers. Well, it’s mostly online these days, but you know what I mean.”
“So what happens to it?”
“I don’t know. Wait, it goes into inventory like normal.”
“So who uses it?”
“I don’t know. It seems to just sit there in inventory. We have well over a million dollars of inventory in purchasing. This doesn’t make sense. Why would purchasing have a huge stockpile of semiconductors?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “But now I have a clue of where to start looking.”
“It looks like we pay them normally for it. Nothing unusual there.”
Jennie typed for a few more minutes.
“Wait. Last time the inventory built up to a million dollars, it was suddenly written off at the end of the year. As if the inventory was suddenly worthless. That doesn’t make any sense either.”
“I’ve got an idea,” I said. “What if purchasing buys a lot of expensive stuff. It gets shipped. Then it is invoiced and paid for. Eventually it is written off.”
“Sure,” said Jennie, “but how does anyone make money from that?”
“What if it never got shipped?”
“It must have got shipped, we have the records of it arriving here.”
I suddenly had a moment of inspiration. “What if the boxes were empty?”
“Wow,” Ed said. “We pay for empty boxes and then they get written off and thrown away so nobody ever knows the boxes were empty all the time.”
“Which company do we order this expensive stuff from?”
“Juno Semi.”
“Do we order anything else from them?”
Jennie typed for a few seconds. “No. Those are the only orders with Juno.”
“So Juno gets paid for this stuff. It is never used. It is discarded and written off. That’s how it works. But there needs to be someone in purchasing involved. Obviously someone at Juno if it is even a real company and not just a PO box. Someone in finance to do the writeoff.”
We poked around the databases a little more but couldn’t find anything enlightening. The three of us slid under the covers on the king-sized hotel bed as it was starting to get light outside. I felt a warm glow, partially from my earlier orgasms, but also for getting Jennie and Ed together. I knew they would be boyfriend and girlfriend and no longer needed my guidance. Nor my bed. They would fuck in their own beds without being shy.
Chapter 4: Gabriela
I trawled the database a bit more the next morning after Jennie and Ed had left. I didn’t pry but I guessed they were going to go to one of their homes to fuck before they went to work. And probably the other one of their homes after that, maybe for another fuck. So they could both get clean clothes. And fuck twice.
I noticed that all the mysterious orders were placed by different people, but always the junior people in purchasing. So I figured somebody was trying to cover their tracks, somebody who had enough power to change the purchaser on an order. Like the head of purchasing. It wasn’t that big an organization so there was one manager for it. I started to suspect he was our man.
I emailed Jennie to see if she could trace whether the purchaser names had been changed and what the original name was. That would pretty much prove my suspicions if the head of purchasing created the orders and then re-assigned them to his junior staff.
But if lots of stuff was shipped to inventory in purchasing they would have to keep the boxes around, even if they were empty, in case of an audit. So somewhere in purchasing there had to be a hidden cache of boxes.
I decided to go and investigate that night. I left work at the normal time and had some dinner. Then, around midnight, I returned. Unfortunately, several of the offices that I wanted to investigate were locked. I was just about to give up for the night and go home when I saw someone down the other end of the building. The cleaner. She was vacuuming one of the offices. I walked down there.
She had a badge on so I could see her name was Gabriela. She was a Mexican. Probably mid-20s. Curvy figure with large breasts. Long black hair. She saw me approaching and turned off the vacuum.
“Hi Gabriela,” I said. “I’m Morag.”
“Hi. There aren’t often people around this late.”
“I’m from head-office. Do you clean here every night?’
“Except weekends.”
“How do you get into the offices to clean them?”
“I have a master key.”
“Are there any areas you don’t clean?”
“How do you mean?”
“Locked closets, that sort of thing.”
“There are a couple.”
“Can you show me?”
She looked at me suspiciously. “Is this OK? I don’t want to get fired. I need this job.”
“I promise you that you won’t get fired. I’m from head-office, remember.”
“But I don’t work for this company. I work for the cleaning contractor.”
“I still promise you that you won’t get fired.”
“There is one office I also want to look in. Over there.”
“I’m still worried about being fired. I’m not meant to let people into locked offices.”
“I’ll treat you to drinks and dinner after work. What time do you finish?”
“Not until 5am. There won’t be anywhere open.”
“Then come to my hotel. We can get you something to eat from room service. I’ve got a bottle of scotch. Do you like scotch?”
“Not really. I prefer tequila.”
“If there is a late night store I’ll get some.”
“OK,” she said doubtfully.
We went down to the purchasing manager’s office and Gabriela unlocked the door for me. I looked around the office but couldn’t find any cache of boxes or anything else that looked suspicious. Perhaps I had the wrong person.
“Is there a closet somewhere around here?” I asked.
“Yes. Over there. I don’t know what’s in there, I don’t clean it.”
“Let’s see if your key opens it.”
We went over to the door and her master key turned with a satisfying click. Inside were racks of shelves with files, some sort of archive. And on a shelf down at the far end were a couple of dozen boxes. I picked one of them up. It was surprisingly heavy, especially since I half-expected it to be empty.
I took it out into the main office and we found a pair of scissors and opened the box. Inside were two bricks.
“Yes,” I said, punching the air.
Gabriela looked at me in surprise at how excited I was by a couple of bricks. She was even more surprised when I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I said. “You earned your dinner.”
I took the box with me. On the way I stopped at a late-night liquor store and bought a bottle of the best tequila they had. Back at the hotel I set the alarm for 5am and went to sleep.
At 5am I got up and showered and put on a toweling bath robe. A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door and I let Gabriela in. I poured us both a shot of tequila and then a second one. It felt rather naughty to be drinking at 5am and, you know me, as the tequila loosened me up I had other naughty thoughts. I hoped the tequila was loosening Gabriela up too. Or loosening her panties anyway. However I didn’t really have a plan about how to seduce her without scaring her off. She might even be a good Catholic virgin. But my pussy was fluttering with anticipation so I knew that I’d at least try.
“Were you brought up in Mexico or here?” I asked.
“Mexico.”
“So you had a good Catholic upbringing?”
She laughed. “Yes. But that sort of went out the window when I came to the US.”
“How do you mean?”
“I was a good girl in Mexico. I never did it. I was only here for a couple of months and it happened.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Really? It’s all a bit embarrassing for me to talk about.”
“This’ll help,” I said, pouring her another tequila. “Have you had a lot of boyfriends?”
She laughed again. “Well, by Mexican standards where any number larger than zero is a lot. But by American standards I don’t think I’m unusual. I’ve had five. Well, only three were boyfriends. I can feel myself blushing, I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I’ve never told anyone before.”
“So you’ve had sex with five guys and three of them were real relationships?”
“Yes.”
“Which was the best?”
“The second one.”
“Was that a relationship one?”
“No it was a one-night-stand. Well, two or three nights. But it was the best…you know.”
“The best sex?”
“Yes,” she said, almost in a whisper as if she was making a big confession.
“Why was it so good?”
“I don’t think I want to say.”
“Did he lick you?”
“Gosh, I’ve never had a conversation like this before. He did lick me but that wasn’t what made it the best.”
“What then?”
There was a long pause. “He spanked me.”
“Wow, that wasn’t what I was expecting. You like being spanked?”
“Yes. I know it’s weird. But it turns me on like nothing else. He’d spank me until I’d have tears running down my cheeks. But somehow my body loved it. I could feel myself dripping. Then he’d kiss me and it was like the most romantic thing that had ever happened to me, despite it not even being a real relationship. Then when we had sex I’d have orgasm after orgasm. Oh my god, I can’t believe I just told you that. I don’t even know you.”
“So did your other boyfriends spank you?”
“No. At first I was too shy to even bring up the subject. It’s not exactly a first date conversation. Then they’d think it too weird. I haven’t been spanked since. I miss it. I’m getting turned on just talking about it.”
“I’ll spank you if you want. But it has to be on your bare ass.”
“Of course. It has to be on bare skin to be totally exhilarating.”
“So do it.”
She thought for a moment. “It’s tempting, but I’ll get so turned on I’ll have to go into the bathroom to take care of myself.”
“I’ve got a strap-on cock. I’ll be your boyfriend for the night.”
“This is bizarre. I’ve never so much as kissed a girl before. I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Let’s try this.”
I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers. At first she didn’t react at all. Finally she yielded a little and started to move her lips against mine.
I broke the kiss. “OK?” I asked.
“I suppose. It’s not that different from kissing a guy.”
“I am a boy for the night, remember. Your boyfriend. Your spanking boyfriend. With a big hard cock.”
“Gosh, I’m starting to get really warm inside now.”
I leaned forward and kissed her again. This time I pushed my tongue forward. She shuddered as my tongue touched hers. I slid my hand up her back underneath her top. I don’t know if she would have stopped me but before she realized what I was doing I unclasped her bra. I slid my hand around the front onto one of her large breasts. Her nipple was hard against the palm of my hand. I could feel her whole body trembling, she was very aroused. I felt her shudder when I pinched her nipple hard.
I undid the belt of my toweling robe and let it fall off my shoulders. I was instantly naked. I held her head and guided it to one of my nipples. It was such a thrill when she did it, gently rubbed her tongue against my nipple, then very lightly closed her teeth over it. Of course it was instantly rock-hard. Plus it was as if my nipple was directly connected to my pussy. I could feel my cunt moisten.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” I said. I pulled her top off over her head and she tossed away her already-unclasped bra. Then she undid her pants and pushed them off. She stood there in just her panties.
“Bend over the bed,” I ordered. “Time for your spanking.”
She moved to the end of the bed and bent over. I reached out and roughly pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them.
“I’m so turned on,” she said.
She moved her feet apart a little. She was very hairy between her legs so there was just a hint of her pussy lips lurking in the undergrowth.
I went to my suitcase and got out a flip-flop that I used in gym showers. I also grabbed the strap-on cock and put it on the bed ready for later.
“How many strokes?” I asked her.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how many I used to get. I get so aroused I’m delirious and everything blends together and I’m not really conscious of anything. Go on until I’m really crying hard.”
I raised the sandal and brought it down hard on her ass. She let out a little yelp. A red patch appeared on one of her ass-cheeks. I brought the sandal down on the other cheek. Another yelp, another red patch.
“OK?” I asked.
“It’s fucking painful. I’d forgotten how much it hurts.”
“Is it working?” I said. I pushed a finger into her pussy. She was incredibly wet. She shuddered as she felt my finger enter her, presumably the first time a woman’s finger had been in there.
After a couple more strokes she started to cry. I probably gave her a dozen more after that. She was whimpering and tears were flowing copiously. I pulled her up and kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth. I let my hand slide down across her belly and through her thick black hair. My finger entered her slit. The moment I touched her clit she came. Her knees buckled for a moment, the fire in her ass and my finger on her clit flooding her body with pleasure. I stroked her clit gently as her orgasm ran its course.
“Spank me some more,” she said in a whisper. “I don’t know when I’ll get another chance.”
Gabriela bent over the bed again. I gave her another dozen strokes wondering if I was going too far listening to her little cries of anguish and seeing tears pouring down her face. Her whole ass was glowing bright red. Finally I pushed her onto the bed. She didn’t resist in the slightest when I spread her legs apart. Her body jerked as if she’d been electrocuted when my tongue first pressed against her pussy. As she had said earlier, she was delirious, as if in a trance, only vaguely aware what was being done to her.
I opened up her hairy pussy to reveal the tasty pink wetness inside. I pushed my tongue inside and her body jerked again, maybe surprise, maybe excitement. It didn’t take much licking before she came again. As she had told me earlier, after a spanking she has orgasm after orgasm. I swirled my tongue around inside her pussy as I felt it clenching with her climax.
She lay on the bed as if she was passed out. I put the strap-on cock on and moved up between her legs. She was so wet I didn’t even bother with any lube. I just pressed it into her opening and it slipped inside. Her eyes flew open as she felt her cunt being invaded by the hard unyielding plastic. I bent forward and pressed my smaller breasts against hers and kissed her again.
“You really feel like my boyfriend,” she said. “Despite being a woman.”
“A woman with a big cock,” I said laughing.
My hips rose up and down, fucking the Mexican cleaner with my artificial cock. I could feel her hips starting to move, thrusting her pussy upwards as my cock thrust down into her. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me even tighter against her.
“I’m close to cumming again,” she said.
“Try and keep your eyes open. It’s so hot looking into a woman’s eyes when she cums. Like staring into her soul or something.”
I started to fuck her hard and fast, driving her arousal to a fever pitch. I could see her struggling to keep her eyes open as her climax neared. She would shut them for a couple of seconds and then force them open again. Her body twitched and then it started to shake. I stared into her wide-open eyes as the heat of her orgasm burned through her body like a forest fire. It felt so intimate to see the ecstasy in her eyes like that.
I pulled out of her and unstrapped the cock. I moved up the bed wondering if she would dare to do it, whether she would let me be her girlfriend as well as her boyfriend. After all, I was sure she had never done it before. I put one foot on either side of her head, grabbed hold of the headboard of the bed, and then squatted down pressing my pussy onto her mouth. At first she did nothing, maybe because it was all too much or perhaps just because she wasn’t sure what to do. For sure she had never even seen a pussy before let alone tasted one. Finally I felt her tongue push forward. I adjusted my body so that the tip of her tongue entered me. It is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world when a straight girl’s tongue probes your pussy for the first time. Even many lesbians are one-way: they love to be done but they won’t do you back, selfish cowards.
“Oh yes, just like that,” I said encouragingly as I felt her tongue starting to move as she explored my pussy. Of course from that angle she can’t really see anything, it is just the feeling and the tastes from her tongue. I closed my eyes and focused on the lovely sensations between my legs as my Mexican girlfriend tongue-fucked me. I knew my orgasm was close. I so wanted to cum, not just because orgasms are wonderful, but I wanted Gabriela to have the thrill of making another girl cum the first time she tried.
I adjusted my body a little so her tongue was now on my clit.
“Yes, just there. That’s my clit, feel it?”
Even if I didn’t know, I could tell from the uneven movements of her tongue that she was inexperienced. But sometimes inexperience combined with enthusiasm is a potent and sexy combination, in the same way that amateur porn is often much hotter than the professional kind. Her tongue circled around my clit.
“Clever girl,” I said. “You got me there.”
My orgasms sometimes explode through me like a fourth of July firework display, making my toes curl and my hair stand on end. Other times they start as a slow burn in my stomach that then moves to my pussy and then starts to throb there. My whole body feels like it has shrunk to just the area between my legs, all other senses are turned off. With Gabriela it was the slow burn kind. I could feel her tongue on my clit, feel my pussy start to tighten, then suddenly it made a tiny spasm, followed by another stronger one.
“Oh Gabriela, don’t stop,” I moaned as the spasms overwhelmed me. Finally my clit became oversensitive and I rolled off to one side and we lay naked together on the bed.
“How was it?” I asked, once my heart rate returned to normal.
“It was perfect,” she said. “It was like before. The spanking is so intense I can’t think, but my pussy is sort of taut with the most intense arousal. It’s a long time since I’ve had so many orgasms in a row. Since my last time with spanking boyfriend, I guess.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Ravenous.”
“Let’s get something from room service.”
“Then I need to sleep.”
“Do you need to go home? Or will you sleep with me here?”
“Can I? I’d love to stay here. Then at 9pm I have to go to work. Graveyard shift sucks.”
“I want you to stay here. Was it as good as with your boyfriend?”
“Almost. But the first time with that boyfriend was unrepeatably intense. It was such a surprise. I was terrified when he told me I’d been a naughty girl and so he was going to spank me. I’d never been spanked before. And then I was amazed at the effect it had on my body. Who knew? I don’t think I’ll ever have an evening of sex as intense as that night.”
“I suppose he spanks all his lovers.”
“Are you going to spank me again later?”
“If you want me to.”
“I’m sure I will, although right now my ass is too sore.” She gave me a quick kiss. “You’re a good boyfriend.”
“And you’re a good girlfriend. Not all girls are brave enough to lick a pussy.”
Chapter 5: Sandy
Jennie confirmed that Sandy, the purchasing manager, was the one who entered all the orders, and then switched the purchasing agent to hide his tracks. But not well enough for a smart IT person to not see the audit trail.
Jennie also dug into the finance part and discovered that it was an admin assistant in finance who wrote off the inventory every year. She was an ugly fat middle-aged woman so I had no interest whatsoever in leveraging her guilt into some sexual fun. Unlike I had done with Shannon, Alexander, Julie, Ed and Gabriela.
My time on this case was coming to an end. I’d worked out how it was done. Big orders were placed by the head of purchasing, Sandy, to be shipped to him. A couple of bricks were shipped and put into the storage closet. He changed the purchasing agent’s name. The invoice was paid. Once a year or so the admin assistant in finance used her boss’s password to write it off and it was discarded unobtrusively. But the money for the semiconductors that were never delivered had left the building never to return. Unknowingly the company was paying millions of dollars for bricks.
But surprisingly, Sandy was hot. I mean he was well over six feet, athletic build, dark hair with just a hint of grey. I should really have just turned him in to the police but I decided it would be more fun to try and have him first. And you know what I mean by ‘have’.
I went to his office. It was a little scary, to be honest. I knew what he had been up to and he was presumably smart enough to know that I had been sent from head-office to look into something and so I was a potential threat. I didn’t think he’d try anything extreme, white-collar criminals don’t usually consider violence. But it was certainly a little bit Daniel (or Danielle) into the lion’s den. But my pussy was quivering with excitement. Trying to fuck a dangerous man is about as out there as it gets, like those women who fall in love with murderers on death-row.
“You must be Sandy,” I said.
“Indeed. And you are Morag. Your fame spreads ahead of you.”
I laughed. “Yes, when a mysterious woman from head-office parachutes in, the word tends to spread.”
“So what can I do for you?”
“I wanted to understand the purchasing process here. I guess I could ask anyone in the department but I thought I’d just come to the top.”
“I have to rush to a meeting in a moment, then I’m blocked out the rest of the afternoon,” he said. “But how about we discuss it over a cocktail after work.”
“Sure. I don’t know anyone in this city so I’ll be glad of the company.”
“Where are you staying?”
I told him the name of the hotel.
“I’ll meet you in the bar there at, say, 6pm?”
“Perfect.”
I was already in the bar when Sandy showed up a few minutes late. I had an ice-cold gin martini in front of me, taking the edge off my day. We made small talk and then over dinner I asked him about the purchasing process so he didn’t get too suspicious. But in fact I knew it perfectly from Ed and Jenny. In a modern company the processes are defined by the ERP systems. And IT is in control of those.
But really during dinner I was thinking about how to get him up to my room. A girl can’t just say “come up and fuck me,” there has to be a level of deniability.
“Wait,” I said as he explained purchasing as if I was a 2-year old. “I need my notebook.”
“I’ll wait. You can go and get it.”
“Or we can just go up to my room. I’ve a bottle of good scotch there that is a lot cheaper than in the bar.”
Men don’t usually refuse offers to go to a girls’ room. Even if they don’t think they are being invited for sex it is one less hurdle to clear compared to drinking in the bar. Even kissing and touching in the bar requires a risky step for a man to try to move everything upstairs.
The two of us entered my room. I turned but he didn’t need any encouragement and in moments we were kissing. I let him undress me and I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt. He was almost instantly naked too. I grabbed a blindfold off my desk and put it over his eyes.
“Lie on the bed,” I said.
He lay down and meekly let me pick up two pairs of handcuffs off the nightstands and lock him to the headboard that conveniently was more of a steel lattice than a wooden-style headboard. Of course he was rock hard, a big uncircumcised cock that lay on his belly invitingly.
I straddled him and slipped him inside. My plan was really rather immoral, maybe borderline illegal. I was going to fuck him. Then leave him handcuffed to the bed while I called the cops. I’d get dressed while they were on their way.
I thrust my hips back and forth. I decided I couldn’t be bothered to cum, I needed all my wits about me. I was playing a dangerous game.
“So about those bricks,” I said.
“Uh,” he said, possibly a sexual grunt or maybe a sort of confused reply.
“Yes,” I said. “Juno semiconductor. You buy very expensive bricks from them. And then throw them away when nobody is looking.”
I squeezed my cunt muscles hard. It would take all my sexual skills to keep him hard and make him cum while he realized his life was about to change a lot for the worst.
“I want you to cum for me, it’s the least I can do,” I said. “Consolation prize.”
I knew he was close. I lifted my body up and down on his cock. If I squeeze my cunt and slip it up and down a man’s cock they can’t resist. I could sense his impending orgasm and then I could feel it inside me, feel the texture in my pussy change with all the extra cum pumped in there.
“Undo me,” he said.
“I’m afraid not,” I said. “The police will undo you.”
I sat there with his slowly softening cock inside me and picked up my phone. I called the police and arranged for them to come to my room in hotel. Finally his soft cock flopped out of me. I called the security guy from my company that I’d arranged to have downstairs.
I got up and got dressed. He was blindfolded, naked and handcuffed to the bed, with the keys on the nightstand, out of his reach but easy for the police to use.
The security guy arrived and I let him in. He would handle everything with the police. We would also bring in the admin assistant. And another team was going to Juno semiconductor to pick up the relevant people there. Another successful case closed not by the skills of my PhD computer science brain but by the sexual skills of my vagina.
Next day I went and talked to the head of HR.
“I have a couple of favors to ask,” I said.
“Fire away.”
“There is an opening for an admin in finance.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I just had the police arrest the current admin. For fraud. I don’t think she will be getting her job back.”
“So what are these favors?”
“I want you to promote Shannon, the receptionist, and give her the admin job in finance. She is smart. And she helped me. The company owes her.”
“I can’t promise it. But we’ll at least interview her.”
“I’m from head office. I can make it happen over your head. But you can do what you want to make it look routine. It’s only an admin assistant position, not something mission-critical.”
“Okay, I guess.”
“And I have a candidate for the receptionist position that will then be open. Gabriela. She is the cleaner but she is smarter than that. She deserves a true opportunity to get her foot on the bottom rung of a ladder that could go a long way. She was critical in breaking this case open too.”
I left with a good feeling. Shannon would be promoted out of the reception area, and Gabriela would finally have a job that didn’t require working nights. Receptionist might not even pay much more than cleaner but it had a lot more possibilities for advancement. I like to try and pay back the people that help me.
Alexander, Ed and Jennie didn’t need any help, they already had good career positions. But it had been fun getting them out of their clothes.