An Accountant's Story

Brian had us climb onto the table and lie on our backs, side by side. Shell clearly knew the required position already, but I took a bit of help from Brian. Legs spread, of course, hands behind head; how much more of a submissive position could he have had us in? I looked over at Shell, ready to receive him, and was kind of jealous he was going to finish off the girl I'd been making love to a minute ago. Still, it would be incredibly hot to watch. I wondered which of us he would take first. He had his pick.

Brian walked up to the table, still fully dressed except for his cock and balls being revealed by his open trousers. It was so weird to think that here were Shell and I, completely naked, legs wide open, and there was he, still looking every inch the professional business man. If someone knocked on the door now, he could just zip his trousers back up. Me and Shell... well...

Brian removed a pen from his top pocket. It looked expensive.

"Nicole, will you look after my pen for me whilst I fuck Shell?" he asked, sounding like he was asking an everyday favour.

It seemed like a strange request, but I wanted to be helpful, so I took a hand from behind my head to take the pen from him. He shook his head.

"No, it's OK, keep your hands there. I've got a better idea."

Before I could even get my hand back in position, he was sliding the pen into my exposed vagina. I couldn't believe it. He was treating my girly bits like a pen holder; treating me like a pen holder. But did I stop him? Of course not. If he wanted me to be a pen holder, that's what I'd be. The pen would stay there for as long as he wanted.

With my vagina storing stationery, Shell's vagina was about to be filled with something far more satisfying. Brian climbed on top of her, and I heard her taking in a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come. I looked down at his bare cock, so near her vagina now. I suddenly had a weird thought. All male clients have cocks. You just never really think about it. Well, maybe I should be doing just that. Thinking about their cocks and what I could do with them. I could be really successful at this accountancy thing.

Brian's lips met Shell's and they kissed passionately. Wow, this was so hot, watching them in action. Now it was Brian's turn to enjoy Shell's expert kissing. He looked to not be too bad a kisser himself. I couldn't help but start to play with myself, imagining myself in Shell's position. As I gave my clit a good rubbing, I could feel his pen inside me, jiggling slightly, teasing me.

Brian was fully focussed on Shell, and her on him. Her hand was on his cock, working it furiously, as his hands explored her body expertly. He clearly knew her body well, knowing exactly what to do to make her moan with delight. She started talking dirty to him, moaning about how big his cock was, how she couldn't wait until it was in her cunt, how she wished she could fuck him every day. She never normally even used mild swear words. I was seeing the naughty side of Shell that normally only boyfriends (and clients, obviously) would see.

He played with her boobs roughly, much rougher than I would have liked, but Shell seemed to love it. Most likely, she was so excited that she didn't care. She carried on wanking him so furiously I was sure he'd cum before he got anywhere near me. I was getting so hot though that I thought I might cum myself before he was finished with Shell.

Finally he broke from their embrace for a few seconds to sheath himself up. There it was now, all ready for action, ready to be plunged into Shell's wet snatch. Her legs were still wide open, as they had been throughout, giving him access whenever he wanted. My own legs too were spread wide, hand furiously working clit, clit thanking me greatly in return.

Brian pushed the tip of his cock into Shell, taking possession of her. I rubbed myself even harder; this was like watching porn, only way better. Porn is boring, fake; this was anything but. This was real action, for real pleasure. Brian's pleasure. And Shell's pleasure too. Oh, and mine.

Just before he took her totally, he looked over at me. Wow, he was watching me touch myself. How hot was that? But he looked disapproving. Had I done something wrong?

"Nicole, stop it!" he said, keeping Shell waiting.

I stopped, looking at him confused.

"That's for me," he said, seemingly offended that I was playing with myself. "You can wait."

"OK," I said meekly, incredibly frustrated that I was going to have to watch him fuck Shell and not be able to touch myself at all.

"Take the pen out," Brian instructed. I couldn't believe that he had the self-control to stay there, partly inside Shell, and stop to tell me off. Shell seemed incredibly frustrated at her delayed pleasure.

I didn't know why he was asking, but I did so, pulling out the pen, now wet with my juices.

"Spank yourself!" he instructed.

I looked at him, confused.

"Between your legs," he clarified. "It'll teach you not to play with my toys in future."

So that's what my clit was? His toy? Well, I suppose if he said it was... I didn't like the idea of spanking my pussy, but I was so excited all cared about was getting him inside me, getting an incredible orgasm. And if doing as he said would speed it up...

SMACK.

"Ow!"

I smacked myself harder than I meant to, and it hurt way more than I expected; my girl bits were so sensitive with arousal. Still, it was a small price to pay. He looked pleased with the results and turned back to focus on Shell. She was still breathing heavily, clearly extremely aroused, desperate for him to get started on her properly. Her wait was over.

As Brian sank his cock into Shell's pussy, she let out a very audible sigh, the relief of finally having him completely inside her completely evident. She stared intently at him, clearly doing her best to ignore my presence, and he returned the attention. He started to thrust himself in and out now, strong, powerful, determined thrusts. He was her client, he had total control, and he knew it.

Shell moaned with pleasure with every thrust, letting out an elongated "fuuuuck" as he hit a particularly sweet spot. Her body glistened with sweat, her breathing quickening as Brian put his time with his accountant to the best possible use. My own pussy begged for attention, demanding him inside it, or at least a really good rubbing by me, but I knew better. Good things come to those who wait.

Brian held on to Shell tightly, his strong arms gripping her in a tight embrace, pulling their naked bodies together, skin rubbing on skin. Their lips were together, kissing passionately, as if their lives depended on it. When Brian broke the kiss for a second Shell let out a moan of protest, though it was quickly stifled when Brian ran a hand down her body, onto her stomach, gently tickling her in a place just above her bare crotch he obviously knew she liked to be touched in.

Brian turned Shell's body so that she was lying on her side, facing me. Our eyes met, and I saw her blush slightly. I probably did a bit too; after all, it's not something you expect, to watch another girl having sex, especially a colleague. Brian was now lying behind her, spooning her. This was a show for my benefit.

I looked into Shell's eyes, watching as her face flinched with pleasure as Brian re-entered her. Moving my eyes down, watching as he kissed her neck, glancing up to check that I was watching, enjoying the show. I smiled at him, but secretly was wishing it was my neck he was nibbling. I ran my eyes down Shell's completely exposed body, her chest flushed red with excitement, her nipples standing to attention, Brian's arms holding her tight.

Down to her legs, interlocked with his, his big, handsome cock appearing and disappearing as he thrust it in and out of her, the condom covered in Shell's juices. I stared, fascinated, imagining exactly what it felt like for Shell, my fantasy reinforced by her moaning, her pleas for Brian to do it harder, faster, pleas he completely ignored, slowing down if anything, teasing her, holding her completely under his control.

Here was Shell, servicing her client, earning work for the firm, furthering her career, but it was her who was begging Brian for it, not the other way round. Shell who wanted, needed her pussy pounding harder, and was offering Brian anything in the world to deliver.

"What is it you waaant?" Shell moaned, Brian catching her out with a particularly pleasurable thrust on the final word, and she did little more than breath the final word, "anything".

But Brian knew that he, not Shell, was the client, and with me watching, the young trainee, learning the way business was done in the real world, he needed to set an example. He continued his leisurely, powerful thrusts, knowing he had all the time in the world. Shell was hardly going to complain if the meeting overran. He was the one instructing the firm, so he had the lease on Shell's pussy for as long as he wanted it.

I was desperate to touch myself, to share in Shell's fortune, her beautiful agony, but Brian was watching me, appraising my body, staring at my tits, running his eyes slowly down to my unshaved crotch, that evidence that I, unlike Shell, was not used to winning clients in this way.

I felt jealous that Brian was enjoying my body whilst delivering the pleasure to Shell. This was cheating; as his eyes took in those curly hairs adorning my lady area, I still heard Shell moaning in delight, moans that should have been coming from my lips. I wanted to cover up, let him know that you only got the goods if you paid for them, but I knew Brian wouldn't allow this. I was the trainee, and I had to know my place.

As Brian's cock continued to occupy Shell's stunning pussy, I thought for a second how weird it was that I even wanted it inside me. After all, he was choosing Shell over me, openly fucking her in front of me. But, I reminded myself, I wasn't choosing a boyfriend here. I was being professional, winning work for the firm. And I knew how important teamwork was in the workplace. That's what Shell and I were: a team - a client pleasing, body showing, cock taking team.

Shell's breathing continued to quicken, her face contorting itself further and further into her "sex face", no longer bothered about the fact I was watching, coming closer and closer to her climax. Just as I was sure Brian was about to tip her and him over the edge, he stopped. A look of surprise, then betrayal, came over Shell's face. She was being denied what his cock had just promised. She turned to look at him, but he was already releasing her body, moving away.

Now it was realisation that dawned across Shell's face; she was just the warm up act, the foreplay. It was her trainee that Brian intended to climax in. My whole body ached in anticipation, my soaking pussy tingling, knowing how frustrated Shell must feel, but caring only about having my own desires satisfied.

"OK Nicole," Brian said, trying to appear commanding despite the fact that he was still breathing heavily. "Do you know what doggy style is?"

My instant reaction was to protest; I'd never do doggy style with a guy first time. But I instantly knew better than that. Brian was the client. He was offering to give us a large amount of new work. Shell was still lying there breathing deeply, trying to come to terms with her denied orgasm; she'd done her job admirably, now it was my turn to show I had what it takes to make it in the business world.

Without a word I got myself into the requested position, feeling extremely self-conscious about assuming this incredibly submissive position in front of both Brian and Shell. I'd just watched Brian assert his dominance over Shell in a much less compromising position, now Shell was going to see every second of my own submission to him.

I looked over my shoulder and could see Brian manoeuvring himself up behind me, on his own knees, cock so close to my exposed lady parts now I felt it press against my butt cheek as he leaned forwards. Shell was kneeling on the table now, watching, clearly desperate to finish herself off but knowing better. Brian reached forward, taking hold of my hanging boobs, giving them a good hard squeeze. It felt so good to have his strong hands on such an intimate part of my body.

I waited, because that was all I could do, letting him massage my boobs, letting out appreciative moans, hoping to tempt him to take me further. He rubbed his cock gently against my butt cheek, the condom still wet with Shell's juices. Next he ran a hand down the front of my body, through that mass of pubes that I was still so embarrassed about, down onto my moist pussy lips.

"You're even wetter than Shell," Brian said, taking his time to run his fingers carefully all over my lady parts, as if trying to judge just quite how wet, running my slippery lips between his fingers, getting to know the most intimate part of my anatomy, feeling my engorged clit that told him what my moisture had already let him know.

He did it so expertly, so confidently, like a connoisseur of lady parts, a guy who enjoyed a good vulva like others enjoyed a fine wine. His touch, a delicate caress that a vibrator could never manage, reminded me what I had been missing whilst being single. But it was more than that; he seemed to appreciate it like no guy ever had before.

His touch sent waves of pleasure up my body, sent my brain even more feverishly into a state of complete sexual arousal, blocking out every thought except how his fingers were exploring me, leaving a tingly trail of goodness as they moved. He played my pussy like an expert musician playing an instrument, eliciting an orchestra of sounds from my mouth, mainly involuntary.

I don't know what I begged for, other than more. I was on the verge of orgasm and he hadn't even penetrated me yet, his warm cock still rubbing against my butt cheek, just inches from where I desperately wanted it, letting me know exactly what I was missing.

Then without warning he gave me what I was begging for, subtly repositioning out of my sight so it wasn't until I felt it entering me, filling me up, that I knew it was coming. The pleasure I felt as he entered me disproved for good the theory that size doesn't matter. Yes, it's what you do with it, but when it is a large cock, and what you are doing is putting it inside a girl who is desperate for it, that's when the "oh, FUCK, yes!" that escapes from her lips will be most genuine.

He gave me little time to acclimatise to the new circumstances before he was thrusting himself in and out, regaining the leisurely pace he had teased Shell with, fast enough to feel fantastic whilst slow enough to leave me desperately wanting more. I closed my legs as tightly as I could round his cock, intensifying the feeling even more, calling out to him to take me harder, assuring him I could take it, wanted it.

Brian was not a selfish guy, and his hand continued to work my clit, as the other explored my body, claiming every bit of it for himself. I wished so much I could touch his body back, but he had deliberately put himself in control, making sure I knew that the client was king, something I'd been told a number of times, but only really appreciated now, here, on my hands and knees with Brian grunting with pleasure as his cock enjoyed unrestricted access to my vagina.

It wasn't long before I knew I was about to have the most fantastic orgasm, but Brian seemed to realise too and slowed his thrusting, expertly keeping me at the edge of heaven without letting me in. I swore at him, not worried about offending him, just hoping to throw him off guard, get that slight bit extra I needed.

Through my sex haze, I barely even heard what Brian was saying, but then it broke through, "...not fair you should miss out..."

Miss out on what? I looked back over my shoulder and remembered Shell was there, watching every thrust, hearing every plea. How could we ever work together after this when we both knew what the other looked like, sounded like, when sexual excitement stripped us of our inhibitions? When we had both seen the other, a supposedly strong, professional woman submit totally, willingly, to a guy wielding a large cock?

Brian let himself slip out of me, and that got my attention. The frustration that had been building welled up to a fury, but he was speaking again, and if his words gave the solution then they were worth listening to...

"Shell, get your pussy under Nicole's mouth, then she can eat you out as I fuck her," he said.

Before I could even grasp the implications of his words, Shell was moving round, in front of me, then her legs were open and her bare pussy presented to me. I couldn't help but stare, so explicitly was she showing it to me, legs wide apart, so close to me. It was puffed up with excitement, bubbling with her juices. Even as an entirely straight girl, even as my mind was concentrating on getting a cock back inside me, I could appreciate the beauty of a lady flower in full bloom.

I looked back over my shoulder at Brian, who pointed down at Shell's exposed lady parts. I knew the deal - get her pussy in my mouth, and get his cock back in mine. I looked up at Shell's face for approval, but the look was more insistence than reluctant consent. She was so frustrated, so desperate to cum, that even her female subordinate's mouth would do at this stage.

I lowered my face, the smell of her aroused pussy hitting my nose, difficult to describe but not an unpleasant smell, then my lips touching her pussy lips, my tongue naturally poking out to taste her, a slightly salty taste, not as unpleasant as I'd feared. As I ran my tongue down her pussy, I was rewarded from one side by a nice long moan from Shell, and from behind by feeling Brian's cock re-enter my own pussy.

My previous boyfriend had given great oral, but I'd never really thought about it from the giver's perspective. With a desperate pussy between my lips, what did I need to do to give Shell what she needed. Brian was fucking me hard now, pleasure radiating out from my pussy across my body, and I desperately tried to pass that on to Shell.

As Brian's cock slipped in and out, up and down, making me moan with delight, I wanted to reward Shell for bringing me here. This was all down to her. My tongue flicked across her clit, and her own moan joined mine, joined the grunting from Brian behind. Three of us in sexual ecstasy, and me in the middle, the conduit.

I ran my tongue down her pussy, tasting her juices, feeling her vagina, still begging to be filled, and ran my tongue inside as far as I could, feeling her wriggling with pleasure, knowing how lucky my own vag was to be occupied by such a generous cock. Shell was lifting herself off the table, pushing herself further into me, desperate for more than I could give her.

Her smell got more intense, and as if in symmetry Brian's own arousal reached fever pitch, groans joining the grunts, the occasional guttural expletive escaping his lips. My whole body was so sensitive now that I felt just the slightest extra touch anywhere could tip me over the edge, but my deference to my colleague and client making me resist being the first to finish.

Then I felt the twitch of Brian's cock that told me he was done, accompanied by a long, satisfied groan, that relief of letting go of a long built up urge. Within a few seconds the feminine equivalent came from Shell, a high pitched squeal, followed by another, followed by a sigh. Her whole body shook as it was engulfed in the pleasure of the big o.

And then, finally, I let myself go, my mind going blank, the intense pleasure radiating through my body in wave after wave, a sound coming from somewhere - it must have been me, but it seemed strangely distant. My whole body on fire, the whole world reduced to this room, to this complete delight. It seemed like ages, like the longest, best orgasm I'd ever had. I didn't care who, where, why, just enjoyed the shot of pure pleasure that refused to subside.