Pixie Pt. 04 Ch. 06: An Ending

In the car on the way home, I pointed out, as part of my consolation, that we could get Oli to contact the Russians, telling them she had been turned by the Munki, and wanted to continue her work.'

"Clever little pixie pants," she grinned, before snogging me.

I felt bleary-eyed by the time I got home, and in view of the chat Sarah and I had earlier, I was glad that I was able to leave without disturbing her. But all the way to the office I was thinking about what she had said.

I settled down. Miss Sinn came in a bit late, and I was busy filing.

She looked at me, saw that I was in no mood for small talk, and did her own filing - well her nails did not take care of themselves. She was busy on the phone.

There was no sign of Monica, and as the morning wore on toward lunch time, I began to worry about Annie. Monica came in eventually just after noon, apologetic, and then dived straight into the Sinn-bin, as we called Angie's office.

Then, just as I was ordering some sandwiches, the door opened, and in came a rather bleary-eyed Annie - just as Miss Sinn came out of her office with Monica, who looked red-faced.

"What time do you call this, Annie?"

Miss Sinn was stern-voiced.

"Look," Annie said, "if we are going to keep Oli sweet so we know what the Secret Service are up to, someone has do the liaison."

"Let me, Miss Sinn," volunteered Mons quickly. Annie shot her a look.

"Ladies," I intervened swiftly to keep the peace, "we have to attend to how we fill in the gap left by the demise of the Munki."

What I was not telling them, though Angie had guessed, was that there was about to be a big gap in my life. How, I wondered, would I cope? Then I noticed the Team looking at me, and quickly returned to the subject.

But before I could get very far, the door opened yet again - and in came Oli, looking almost as exhausted as Annie. I guessed exactly what they had been up to.

"Sorry girls, Roger has send me round for the debrief ..."

She laughed, as did Annie.

'Debrief you any time darling," said Annie eagerly.

We agreed that the best thing would be for Oli to contact the Russians and take the place of the Munki.

Oli, fixing her gaze firmly on Mons said:

"You can join my team anytime ... would you like that Mons?"

One could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Quite deliberately, Oli was publicly dominating Monica who, blushing, said:

"Yes Miss Oli."

I could tell Annie was aroused, and Miss Sinn, already thinking of what she would do with a strap-on and a whip, was in much the same state.

Perhaps fortunately, at that point the sandwiches arrived, and the tension was broken. It was possibly just as well, we were all pretty exhausted, one way and another - especially the other.

That, as it turned out, was the last case that the old team did together.

Monica went to work full-time for the security services. She had always, she said wanted to be held securely, and it seemed that Oli could provide that. But Miss Sinn retained an interest.

A few days later, my gorgeous and much-loved Sarah left for New York. I did not, at her request, go to the airport with her. I broke down and howled as her cab pulled away. It was, we had both agreed, for the best; but that did not make it any easier, or less hard. We kept in touch, and said we would always love each other, but as time passed, the ache remained.

Much as we missed the gorgeous Monica, the gap was filled with one wonderful example of change for the better. Our Canadian office head, Mel, relocated to help us out. This was a great delight for me, but I will let Annie say more about that.

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I was sad to see Mons go, but Oli was insatiable, and I was sure that she and Mons would find their own level.

But, I was so glad that I was delegated to meet Mel at the airport.

I liked her from the word go. She was just simply the sweetest woman I had ever met. She was excited to be in the UK, and wanted to meet Miss Sinn. She asked me about her, and I told as much as I could.

"You'll like Hoffy too," I said, wondering why she had not asked me more about her.

"Oh, I am sure I will baby, sure of it." She licked her lips. There was a mystery here to which I needed to turn my first-class intellect. The two had talked on the phone, I knew, and if I was any judge (and I was) they would get on well. So why was Mel not more interested?

And just thinking about Hoffy, well Pixie as I now more commonly referred to her, I felt an unfamiliar emotion. I was just as attracted to her as I was to many others including Oli and Ash, but there was something else about her. Something that started the night we overindulged in Krug and started quoting Shakespeare at each other.

It had taken a while but the penny had dropped earlier in the week. She engaged my mind in a way that no-one else did and I realised that if she was not there, I missed that. We just clicked.

My phone went.

"Mel, could you look at it and tell me what it says?"

Mel looked at the phone and giggled.

"Are you sure?" She was smiling.

I knew it was too late. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Tell me."

"Well it is from someone called Oli, it says "get your fucking slutty cunt over to the hotel now, we want to fuck you senseless."

Mel was blushing, and so was I.

"Better get there then," she said, as though what she had just read was all in a day's work.

"Look, I'll grab a bite to eat and give you an hour, that should be enough, yes?"

I did not have the heart to tell Mel that Oli could go on all day, but it seemed to be a good answer to the immediate problem of what to do with Mel.

I let the valet park the car, and showed Mel to the restaurant, telling her to put it on my bill.

"So the Krug is okay then," she smiled. How, I wondered, did she know about that? I nodded and ran for the lift.

The lift doors opened and my questions about what was going on began to be answered.

Oli and Ash were loitering by the life clearly waiting, while Pixie was sitting on a chair with a look of anticipation on her face.

"Where is Mel" Hoffy asked.

"She wanted to have some lunch." I said.

"I dare say we will see the darling later," Hoffy replied.

I was just wondering about the significance of Hoffy's use of the word darling when my thoughts were interrupted by Oli saying, in her totally sultry voice, "Ash and I are intending to again play in bed..."

"And we have missed you, Annie," Ash added.

I looked over at Hoffy, and soon realised that she was in on whatever plot had been dreamt up, when she observed:

"This promises to be interesting. I have every intention of watching."

And that was how I found myself for the second time thrown on to the King-sized bed, stripped of my clothes, and lying between two of the sexiest girls I know. And Hoffy was sitting on a chaise longue she had pulled up closer to the bed, sipping on a drink she had poured for herself, having slipped on something more comfortable; which in her case consisted only of a towel to sit on.

The tangle of kissing, licking and sucking was as multi-orgasmic as the last time we three lay down together. But what added a greater depth to the afternoon were the two strap-ons Oli had bought with her.

I had at first wondered about why two were necessary, but shortly after Ash had slipped one deep into my cunt, I got the point. The point being the bulbous head of the second girl cock stretching my arse. Despite having orgasms from their mouths, being double-teamed by the strap-on cuties, drew one and then a second volcanic orgasm from me.

I hated to admit it but after that I felt kind of exhausted.

"Too tired are you, old girl?" Oli said with a sly teasing smile. Which earned her a supportive giggle from Ash.

"Don't be a brat," I said, unable to admit that I might not quite be able to keep up with their student lifestyle.

"Ha, don't kid yourself Annie, you love it when I am a brat," Oli observed, accurately it has to be said.

And Ash chimed in with:

"Just rest with the other old girl Pixie, and when you are recovered come back and fuck us some more."

"You two. Stop treating me like a forty-year-old. Pixie and I are in our twenties."

I looked over at Pixie for support and was amazed to see Mel sitting beside her. In my carnal exertions with Oli and Ash I had completely failed to see Mel come in, strip off her clothes and sit next to Pixie on the couch, not doubt watching my slutty behaviour.

Mel smiled at me beckoning me over, and as I stepped up to the couch I couldn't help but notice the contrast between her full breasts and Pixie's titlets. Titlets whose nipples were rock hard as Mel's finger was tracing around and around Pixie's breasts.

And the look on Pixie's face was one of a little girl lost. Lost in lust, though it turned out that was actually the wrong word, and right on the edge.

"Hi baby," Mel said to me, "You looked surprised. Don't be surprised baby, Pixie and I have been internet friends for a while."

So, another penny dropped for me, not the first one that was going to drop in the next few minutes. Mel and Pixie were lovers. I sat beside Pixie with Mel on her other side and Mel's fingers continued to caress Pixie's body.

Pixie just softly moaned and I watched, intrigued by how delicate Mel was in increasing Pixie's pleasure, while out of the corner of my eye I could see Ash taking a much more vigorous approach with Oli's arse.

I must have looked surprised again as Mel smiled and said:

"Pixie isn't allowed to cum. It was all she could do to hold her orgasm at bay while you three were fucking. Particularly when I was teasing her."

"Oh," was my barely articulate remark, as I realised that Pixie was indeed as I suspected somewhat submissive.

And then Mel shocked me by whispering, 'We were waiting for you baby.'

"Me, why?" I stuttered.

Mel giggled and observed;

"Miss Sinn is right you know. She told me that Annie has a fucking double first from Cambridge and despite that doesn't have a fucking clue about matters of the heart."

"Give me your hand baby," Mel then whispered and when I offered it to her she licked my fingers and coated them in her saliva. And then she placed my hand on Pixie's incredibly wet pussy.

As my fingers pushed easily into Pixie's cunt and my thumb grazed her clit, she moaned.

"Please Mel," Pixie almost screamed as my thumb ran across her clit a second time and my fingers pushed in and out of her cunt.

"I'm not in control any more baby," Mel whispered, "Ask Annie."

"Miss Annie?" Pixie desperately pleaded.

The words "Miss Annie" sounded so melodic and so right coming from Pixie's mouth. And I knew my answer was 'Cum for me.'

And instinctively I just knew what to add:

"Cum for me my Pixieslut."

And an orgasm of rare but raw intensity tore through Pixie, her pussy gushed on to the towel she had thoughtfully got from the bathroom, and her scream reverberated through the bedroom.

Even Ash and Oli looked up as Pixie's scream of joy pushed through the fog of lust that had descended over them.

After the orgasmic aftershocks had shuddered through her, Pixie recovered her breath and all she said was, "At last."

Thus, the mould of my life was broken, love trumped lust, and nothing would ever be the same given the bond that had just been christened.

But while love could trump lust, it became clear that lust was not a busted flush. Oh no not at all. The look on Mel's face as she watched Ash bugger Oli, betrayed her interest.

"There is no jealously is there baby?" she asked.

"Not between us, ever," Pixie relied, "We can join them if you like."

And Mel liked that very much indeed, as did Pixie and I. It would take a writer much better than I to describe the fiveway carnal paradise that occured. Arms, legs, mouths, arses and cunts intertwined as one shuddering mass of female pleasure. The details of which I will leave to your imagination.

Later, much later in fact, I heard something that I never expected to hear. It was Oli, out of breath mumbling, "I think I have had enough. Time to rest."

The look of triumph on Ash's face was so amusing, as was Pixie's observation that she too needed to rest as she wanted to go into the office in the morning and rewrite the Sinn Agency policy on staff relationships