1 comments/ 16832 views/ 7 favorites An Accountant's Story By: TheHiddenPen Hi everyone, here's my latest story, hope you enjoy it. As always, it's fiction; please don't go asking your accountant (or any other person who provides professional services to you) for sex (unless you are already in a sexual relationship with them!) There are laws about that kind of thing! And, believe it or not, not all accountants are like Shell and Nicole! And if you are an accountant, please check your rules of professional conduct before you engage in new business development strategies. There we go - don't say I didn't warn you! ***** Hi, my name's Nicole, and I'm a trainee accountant. Not the most exciting start you've ever read to a story, I'm sure. I'd love to tell you that it's a job that's more exciting that it sounds, but I'd be lying. My mother and father are both accountants, and they persuaded me to follow them into the profession, hoping that one day I will take over their small accountancy practice. First though, they insisted that I do my training with one of the country's larger firms, to get some experience. I won't name the firm, and the reasons will become obvious soon. But it's one of the well known ones. You've probably heard of it. I could tell you about the long hours spent looking through company accounts, balance sheets, cash flow, but that's probably not why you're reading this story. If that is why you're reading this story, if that's the kind of thing that turns you on, I'm sorry about that it's not that kind of story. Each to their own, I suppose. I'll get to the good part in a minute, I promise, but first you probably want to hear a little bit more about me. Well, what is there to say? I'm 22, just out of university. Never super academic, but always been good with numbers, so got good grades. Can be pretty shy and quiet really, though in a room full of accountants I'm probably one of the more extravert. Not really saying much, though. What else? Brunette, 5' 6". Never been particularly confident about my looks, but people tell me I'm attractive. Tend not to wear much make up, not to make much effort with my appearance, especially at work, though maybe on occasion if I'm having a big night out. Single, at the moment. Looking. Split up with my last boyfriend a few months ago when I caught him in bed with my best friend. She's welcome to him. You probably want to hear sexy stuff; that's why you're here, aren't you? Well, I'm not a virgin. Lost my virginity at 18 on a one night stand. Hated myself for it in the morning. Swore never to sleep with a boy I'd only just met ever again. And I haven't. You've got to have been dating me a good few months before you get me in bed now. Not interested anymore? Typical. Men! Anyway, I can't say that I'm particularly adventurous in bed, though ever since a friend bought me a vibrator for my eighteenth birthday I've never been without one. She bought it as a joke; it's kind of a running thing between us now that I pretend it's still somewhere in a drawer, unopened. I'm sure she doesn't believe me. I'm getting wet just writing this now, thinking about her. By "her", I mean my vibrator. I don't have a lesbian thing for my friend. My vibrator gets plenty of use, especially now I'm single. She sits there on my bedside cabinet, tempting me as soon as I walk into the room. She and I have had some great times together. Much more trustworthy than a boy. I guess writing this is a sexual thing for me too. I've never been all that much into porn, but I love reading erotic stories, and so after my experience a few days ago - I'm coming to it, I promise! - I thought I'd have a go at writing my own. A couple of paragraphs ago my hand slipped into my knickers, and my clit's starting to feel nice. It's so exciting, not just remembering what happened, but telling people my intimate secrets, knowing they'll never know who I am, and I'll never know who they are. But I guess we're sharing something, aren't we? I wonder how many guys (and girls?) there are out there now touching themselves, like I'm touching myself? It's kind of weird thinking about it, thinking about you fantasising about me, but kind of a thrill, too. *** Anyway, about a week ago Rochelle came over to speak to me. Rochelle, or Shell as people call her, is one of the few women in the department. In her late 20s, she's clearly very bright, but also much more confident and outgoing that many of the people in the department. She's got a great record of winning new clients, and encouraging current clients to give us more work too. "I have a meeting with Brian in a couple of days," she said. "Grant would like you to come to the meeting with me, thinks it would be good experience." I should explain who Brian and Grant are. Grant is one of the senior managers at my firm. Brian is one of our biggest clients. He is very important to the firm because of the amount of work he gives us, and he knows this very well. He is very demanding, insisting work is done within very tight deadlines, even if it means people working through the night. Grant introduced Brian to the firm a number of years ago when Brian only had a small business. As the work he gave the firm was pretty basic it was given to Shell, who at the time was quite junior. Brian was very impressed with the speed and quality of her work, and as his business grew, he put more work our way. "He's just about to buy a chain of fast food places," Shell continued, "and he's looking for a firm to do all of their accounts. He's thinking of instructing us. It will be another big contract for us." "That should be good news for you," I said, smiling. "Yes," she smiled back. "I'm sure I'll get a promotion if I can win this work." I was pleased for her; I like Shell. She always seems to work very hard and her clients always seem to be very happy with her work. There were rumours around the office that the clients liked more than her work, that it was as much down to her looks, but I didn't believe that. It seemed unfair to suggest that she had been successful just because she was attractive. Anyway, the day of the meeting came around and Shell came over to my desk again, I thought to give me a briefing before we went in. She looked a bit nervous, but that was only to be expected, I thought. "I'm really sorry, Nicole," she said, seeming sincere. "But I don't think it's a good idea for you to come into today's meeting. Maybe next time." "Why?" I asked, surprised. "It's just... it's just that it's a really important meeting - I think it's best I do it on my own," she said, shaking her head. I tried to argue with her: I was really looking forward to my first "important meeting", but she wouldn't have any of it. In frustration I went to speak to Grant. He seemed very surprised by Shell's last minute change of heart, and told me that he would speak to her and try to sort it out. About an hour later, Shell came over to me. She didn't look happy, but she said, "well, you'd better come with me then, hadn't you?" By the way, I've changed everyone's name, obviously. But apart from that, this is exactly what happened. I'm still gently rubbing myself, if you're wondering - I can feel myself getting a bit wet now, knowing what I'm about to type with my other hand... So we go into reception and meet Brian. I'd spoken to him on the phone before, but never met him. I was surprised how good looking he was. He was about forty years old, and I don't usually go for older guys, but he was definitely hot. I could see why Shell liked working with him. Maybe that's why she didn't want me to come - wanted to keep him to herself. We shook hands with him, and he seemed particularly pleased to meet me. "Nicole, that's a lovely name," he said, and seemed to mean it. We went into a meeting room and all took a seat. Shell looked increasingly nervous. Still, she opened the folder she had brought into the room containing all the plans and quotes she had prepared. She turned to Brian and handed him a copy of the paperwork. Brian looked at the papers with a surprised expression. "What are these?" he asked, confused. "This is our pitch for your work," Shell said, nervously, not looking at him. "It's not like one of your usual pitches," he said. "Well... no," she said, giving him a look I couldn't quite make out. "Listen, Shell," he said, adopting an exaggeratedly patient tone. "I know you can do the work, I know you won't overcharge me, we've been working together for the last seven years!" "I know," Shell said, quietly. "But I should tell you," he said, his voice staying level, "that there is another firm interested in working for me." Shell looked surprised. "They'll do all the work you're doing at the moment, same price, and do this new work for free! How about that?" he asked. "Well... well... so..." Shell stammered. "So I have a dilemma," Brian said, smiling. "Do I go for the cheaper option? Or do I go for quality?" At this point he blatantly looked at Shell's cleavage, and I noticed that she had unbuttoned the top few buttons on her blouse, showing plenty of her generous chest. "Not now, Brian," she said, glancing over at me. "Not with Nicole here." "Now that's strange," Brian said, smiling. "Because Nicole being here is part of the attraction for me." I could feel myself going red. He wasn't really suggesting what I thought he was suggesting, surely? "You know what to do... if you want my work," Brian said, smiling even broader. *** OK guys (and girls), it's me again. Well, that was me too, but I'm pausing in the story for a second if that's OK. I wrote the last bit at home last night, but I'm desperate to get more written, and it's quiet at work today. It's an open plan office, but I sit with my back to the wall, so no one can see my screen: I'm just going to keep an eye out as I type for anyone coming over. I'm so jealous of you getting to touch yourself as you read; I think I'm going to have to nip to the ladies for a quick rub in a bit. Anyway, back to the story... *** Shell gave him a long look, then stood up. She turned to look at me, clearly not wanting me there, but knowing she couldn't ask me to leave. She approached Brian and reached for the front of her blouse. She was facing away from me, but I could see she was starting to unbutton it. With the last button undone she shrugged off the blouse, and without hesitating reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. I saw Brian raise a hand to stop her. "Go stand round there, so Nicole can see too," he said. Shell didn't move for a few seconds, and I thought she was going to refuse, but eventually she walked round to the other side of him, leaving me with a clear view of Brian, who was clearly very much enjoying himself. Shell was clearly unhappy with the arrangements, but she reached behind her back again to release her bra. As she let the bra fall from her chest I couldn't help but get a bit excited. I'm not a lesbian, but seeing an attractive woman undress, anticipating what might happen next, I was getting a bit turned on. Shell didn't attempt to cover her chest, but instead started to unfasten her trousers. I looked at Brian, who was staring at Shell's chest, and followed his eyes to her bare breasts. I don't normally see many boobs in my everyday life, except for my own, of course, so I haven't got much to compare with, but she had a fantastic pair: large without being huge, firm, and - here's the main thing I noticed - the same size. Whenever I talk to my friends about boobs - not very often, don't get too excited - that's the one thing we all hate about our boobs. I know it's silly - it's not like there's a big difference in size, but my left boob is slightly bigger than my right one, and I feel so self conscious about it when I take my top off in front of a boyfriend. Anyway, whilst I was marvelling at Shell's perfect rack, she had kicked off her shoes and dropped her trousers. She was now standing there in just a pair of knickers. At least they matched the bra. Things like that are important when you're stripping for a client, I suppose. I expected her to drop her knickers and finish the strip, but she just stood there, looking at Brian, seemingly waiting for him to make the next move. Eventually Brian motioned for her to step closer, then when she did so he reached out and gave her boobs a squeeze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Shell was just doing exactly as he instructed, letting him touch her up, all to win some work for the firm. The strange thing was that she didn't seem particularly surprised or offended when he touched her. It was like she was expecting it, used to it even. Brian turned to me, but as he did so he slipped him hand down the front of Shell's knickers. I stared at her crotch, barely able to believe what I was seeing, amazing she wasn't resisting. "Have you won any work for the firm yet?" Brian asked me. I barely heard him, but managed to shake my head. A slight smile came over Brian's face. "Did you not know this was how Shell kept my work?" he asked, seeming genuinely surprised. Again, I just shook my head, watching as Brian rubbed his hand against Shell's vag. "Tell her, Shell," Brian said. I managed to bring my eyes up to Shell's face, which was now rather red, though from embarrassment or excitement I couldn't tell. She avoided meeting my gaze. "Brian likes to have some 'added value' from our service," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's about giving the client what he wants," Brian said, sounding matter of fact. He ran his hand round to the side of Shell's leg, taking hold of her knickers, and starting to lower them slightly. "The customer is always right," Brian continued, slowly revealing Shell's crotch. "Did you have it waxed specially for me?" he asked, seeming pleased as he saw her crotch was bare. I just stared right at her mound; I've never had the nerve to shave myself, even though boys have asked me to. I couldn't believe how sexy it looked completely hairless, and I decided that I really should get myself waxed or shaved soon. Shell giggled a bit, seemingly pleased that Brian appreciated her effort. I suddenly realised that she must have expected this was going to happen. That was why she didn't want me here. But she had given in to Grant's insistence that I come, and was still prepared to give Brian his extras. She must either be desperate for his work, or must secretly enjoy this part of her job. Brian didn't take Shell's knickers off completely; he left them lowered just enough to show everything. That was even sexier than him having her completely naked. I couldn't believe how cute her vagina was; I totally had vagina jealousy. If fact, I had body jealousy: I wished my body was half as cute as Shell's. No wonder she used it to help her career. I wondered how many other clients got similar benefits when they instructed the firm. *** Me again. I know, I know, I'm sorry. I've never played with myself in the ladies before, but by the time I got to the point about Shell's knickers coming down, I was desperate for a touch and that was the only place I could have some privacy. I put the lid down and sat on it, pulling up my skirt and dropping my knickers. I was already wet and it felt great to finally get my hand down there. After a few minutes I heard another woman come in and go into the cubicle next to me. I could hear her peeing as I furiously rubbed my clit, turned on even more by the fact that she was so close yet had no idea what I was doing on the other side of the wall. I didn't quite manage an orgasm; the more I tried the more I worried people would wonder where I'd gone, so I ended up back at my desk even more frustrated than before. I'm writing this next bit back at home in the evening, sitting in front of my PC naked. My flatmate has a tendency to walk in on me without knocking, and she has walked in on me masturbating a couple of times; we have a kind of unspoken agreement: we never say anything about it, she just leaves and comes back later. Still, it is really embarrassing when it happens, but I guess that adds to the thrill a bit, the risk that she will walk in. Anyway, as I was saying... *** Brian had Shell bend over the table, arms stretched out in front of her - such an erotic position. I looked up at her face, and saw that she was looking at me, but as soon as our gaze met she looked away. Shell knew what was going to happen next, and didn't look particularly worried by it. I wondered if her boyfriend knew that her working life involved a bit more than spreadsheets and tax returns. Now Brian stood behind Shell, gently massaging her ample breasts. It was such a turn on, sitting here at work, in a meeting room, watching a client touching up my naked colleague. I was starting to think that perhaps a career in accountancy was not quite as boring as it had always sounded. I could see that Brian was watching me, a smile on his face. I wondered if he could tell how much I was enjoying the show, I wondered if he realised how wet I was between my legs. My eyes went back to his hands playing with Shell's boobs, and I wished they were mine; I wished it was me standing there, giving total client satisfaction. Next Brian stood back and admired Shell's bare behind. Then he gave her left butt cheek a hard smack, and the sound filled the room. It seemed so loud I wondered if anyone outside in reception could hear. I bet they would wonder what on earth was going on. Shell let out a slight sound of surprise, but didn't protest. I realised she was totally submitted to Brian; he was completely in control - and I was guessing that she loved it. Another hard smack, this time to her right cheek, and Shell seemed better prepared for this one, staying quiet; I looked at her face and noticed she was biting her lip. I had a boyfriend who had a spanking fetish once; I never let him spank me, but now I was wishing I had. I've never been a particularly submissive kind of girl, but watching Shell be dominated I was beginning to think maybe I could become one. He continued to spank Shell, his hand alternating between cheeks, her boobs jiggling with each impact, the sound of his hand hitting her butt the only sound to fill the room. I could see Shell was struggling to keep silent, but clearly this was part of their game. Smack, smack, SMACK, smack. Eventually a particularly well aimed SMACK elicited an involuntary "ouch!" It was quiet, almost entirely stifled, but not quite enough. Brian stopped spanking her. "Well done Shell, £20,000 a year extra for this new work," Brian smiled. "You drive a hard bargain." It took me a second to realise what had happened - then I worked it out. Twenty spanks, twenty thousand pounds. This was how they negotiated how much Brian would pay. Wow. Shell must have a really sore bottom by now, but the smile on her face said that it was worth it. Brian stood back for a few seconds, admiring his handiwork. Now Brian finally unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect cock. I've always been a bit of a cock connoisseur; size does matter. I'd once been dating a guy for three months, finally let him take me to bed, pants down, tiny cock. I know it's mean, because he was really excited, but I just got dressed again quickly as I could, said goodbye, and left. He's got a new girlfriend now, one of my friends, actually; she insists he satisfies her in bed, but I'm sure she's just saying that. Anyway, back to Brian's cock. Let's just say, it looked like it could fill a girl up nicely. If a boyfriend pulled his pants down to reveal that, I certainly wouldn't be running out of the house. I'd be begging him to get it inside me. What a lucky bitch Shell was. I didn't know how many other clients she offered herself to, but I imagined Brian must be her favourite. An Accountant's Story "OK Shell, I want you to give my cock a good suck," he said, clearly enjoying himself. Shell turned round to face him, their gaze connecting for a few seconds, then she looked down as his impressive manhood. Brian had made sure he was stood on the same side of the table as I was sat, side on so that I could get the best view of what was going on. I wondered if this was the first time he had made Shell perform for an audience. Ever the professional, Shell lowered herself to her knees and got to work. I've never really known what I'm supposed to do when I give blowjobs; I don't think I do a great job of them as I never usually get asked. I couldn't wait to see Shell get to work on Brian's cock - I was sure that she must have done it for him before, and if he was asking again, he must be a satisfied customer. Firstly she cupped his balls with her left hand, but she started right at the other end of his kit, planting a gentle teasing kiss on the head of his cock. Next she kissed the head again, a longer, wetter kiss this time; as she pulled her head back, a thin trickle of saliva joined her mouth and his cock for a second. Ohmigosh that was hot. She now planted a line of kisses down the underside of his shaft, her face a show of utter concentration, as if his cock was the only thing in the world she cared about right now. I broke my gaze for a second to look up at Brian; he was staring right down at Shell and his manhood, clearly loving the show as much as he was loving the feeling of her lips on him. Finally she reached his balls, and, after giving each a long kiss, she started to gently suckle his left one. Wow. My entire body was hot now, it must have been obvious if Brian looked over at me, my own vag tingling, demanding to be touched. I wondered if I could get away with it, if Brian would be too wrapped up in what Shell was doing, but I decided not. Shell was now suckling Brian's other ball, his left one now glistening with her saliva. Brian started to stroke the back of her head with his hand, running his hand through her hair. Unlike me, Shell was naked, and so couldn't conceal her arousal as easily. She was crouched with her legs together, so I couldn't see what was going on between them, but her nipples were clearly erect and her boobs had reddened slightly. Finally, having given his balls a real treat, she started to run her tongue up his cock, slowly, teasingly, stopping halfway up to peer up at him with a coy look. Finally she reached the top, giving her tongue a little flick over its head, eliciting a little gasp of pleasure from Brian. Another flick of her tongue, and his smile widened. Finally she gave him what he had been waiting for. Taking hold of the base of his shaft she slowly slid the tip between her lips. His smile widened even further, and he gently placed his hands on the back of her head. Not something I ever let a guy do, but Shell didn't seem to mind. Shell gently slid his tip in and out of her mouth; Brian seemed to be pushing on her head, willing it to go further, but she ignored him, continued to tease him. She had her hand wrapped loosely round his cock, and started to slowly run it up and down, now running her tongue around the head. She was teasing him, frustrating him, clearly in no hurry to get her task over with. It may have been Brian who was making the demands, but Shell was making sure she was in control. If this was what being an accountant was like, it didn't seem so bad after all. I couldn't wait to get some of my own clients. Shell continued to tease Brian's cock, now slowing her hand even more until it came to a stop, then removing it to start to massage his balls. Just as I thought he was going to complain about the speed of the action, she lowered her mouth over his cock again, this time taking it deeper - wow, much deeper - than she had before. Wow, she must have had him right back into her throat, he had quite a length to take - I couldn't do that without gagging, I know. I thought about excusing myself - going to the ladies to give myself a good wank, but I didn't want to miss the conclusion. Would he come in her mouth - make her swallow it? - or would he come on her face or body, put on a show for me? She continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, before gently removing it again, taking hold of it once more in her hand. She pulled the skin right back, exposing completely the head of his luxury sized cock. His pre-cum glistened on the head under the bright lights of the room, the shaft wet with her saliva. She licked the head clean like she was licking an ice cream, a look of pleasure on her face. Brian's hands ran through her hair, still gently pushing, demanding more. She looked up at him, as if awaiting further instructions. I realised now that the blowjob was not the end of this transaction, but simply foreplay. All this so far had just been teasing, preparation. The main event was still to come. *** Hi everyone. Just to let you know that a couple of minutes ago I took a break from writing to lie on my bed and concentrate on pushing myself over the edge to my orgasm. Just as I was about to cum my flatmate's boyfriend walked in. Just imagine it; I was totally naked, legs wide open, one hand on my clit and the other on my tits. I didn't even notice for a few seconds because I had my eyes closed, but then I opened them and there she was, just staring. As soon as he saw me he turned and hurried out. I couldn't believe it. Janet walking in on me is bad enough, but her boyfriend? And when I was in the most exposed, most embarrassing position I could be in? Anyway, I went and spoke to Janet who was horrified, and couldn't apologise enough. We've reached an agreement whereby the next time they have sex (which, given how mad she is with him, could be a while) they have to invite me to watch. I'm not sure if I will take them up on the offer, but it's great to know I could. He is pretty hot. I'm going to have a wank about that now, then I'll finish the story tomorrow night. *** All eyes in the room, including Brian's, were now staring at his cock, which was clearly ready for action. "Are you ready?" Brian asked Shell, smiling. Shell just nodded and made a "mmm-hmm" sound. "Let's see." Still squatting in the same position she had been in to give the blow job, she spread her legs, revealing her vagina. I'm no expert on these things, I don't even really look at mine when it's excited, but her vagina was clearly ready for action, very wet, ready to welcome his cock. Shell looked at me, blushing even brighter red than her sexual excitement had made her, clearly embarrassed to have me watching, seeing how excited she was. But there was nothing she could do: Brian had ordered it, and open her legs had to remain. "Nicole," Brian said, drawing my attention away from Shell's lady bits. "Yeah," I said, looking up at him. "Are you OK? You're not feeling uncomfortable about this?" "Uncomfortable?" I almost giggled, I must have seemed so surprised. It was one of the last words I'd have used. "Err, no, not at all," I smiled, trying not to seem too eager. "Are you... horny?" he smiled. I decided not to lie. "Yeah, a bit," I giggled again. "Let's see," he said, glancing down at my waist. That morning, the idea that I would drop my pants and expose my vee-jay to a client, a guy I'd never met before, a guy who was so much older than me, who expected people to have sex with him if they wanted his work, well, it would have seemed ridiculous. But here I was. Here Shell was - she was naked, legs wide open, vagina glistening with her juices. I'd seen her spanked, seen her give a blowjob. And I was so aroused. And you think differently when you're aroused, don't you? Things that you'd never think you'd do normally, well... I stood up and walked up to him, standing next to the squatting Shell. What should I do? Should I squat beside her, legs wide open like hers? Maybe it wouldn't feel so embarrassing with us both in the same pose? I took a deep breath and went to unbutton my trousers. "May I?" Brian asked. I put my hands behind my back, giving him access to expose me himself. Taking his time, he unbuttoned my trousers then lowered them. I was so glad I'd put good knickers on that morning. But I'm sure my knickers weren't his main concern - they were just standing between him and the good bits. My vagina tingled with desire, fighting the rest of my body which wanted to back away and get out of the room. Hooking his thumbs into each side of my knickers he slowly lowered them, exposing my pubes. I suddenly remembered how impressed he was with Shell's bare vagina - because I didn't have a boyfriend, I hadn't even trimmed my pubes, and so they were long and not very neat. I looked him straight in the face. He did look a little disappointed. "Nicole, are you single?" he asked. I nodded, then realised that he wouldn't notice, as his eyes were still on my crotch. "Yes," I said. "That's no excuse for not keeping yourself tidy down there," he said, sternly. "You never know when you might need to take your knickers off." I know it was stupid, but I felt chastened. How could I have been so naïve as to not realise that I might need to drop my pants in front of a guy at work? It seemed this was how business was done in real life. How had I not realised? Brian now had my trousers round my ankles and my knickers lowered to my knees. He walked over to his briefcase, and took out a business card. He showed it to me, then put it on the table. "Those are the details of a good salon which will make sure you get a proper waxing down there. Tell them to send the bill to me - and tell them to video your treatment and send me the video too." I couldn't believe what he was asking, but there was something about the way he asked, his tone of voice, his expression, that made me nod and confirm I would. So this was how he got people like Shell to do as he asked. Next he made me spread my legs, and he used his hand to push the hair out of the way, feel my intimate parts. A surge of excitement went through me as his hand touched my wet vagina. He gave her a good touch up, and smiled. "Good, I'm glad to see you're enjoying it too," he said, sounding genuine. He then asked me to squat next to Shell, legs apart the same as her. I did so, taking exactly the spot he indicated, both of us with our legs wide enough apart to conceal nothing, my right knee and her left knee touching, uniting us in this experience. She was far more exposed than I was; whilst my knickers remained lowered, at least my tits were still covered, and my pubes (my soon to be waxed off pubes) gave me some cover between my legs. Still, I knew I was completely under Brian's control; I'd do whatever he said. "Brian," Shell said, clearly nervous about complaining but feeling she should. "This is my account - Nicole needs to find her own clients." I couldn't believe it - Shell was worried I was going to steal her client. "Relax, Shell," Brian said, cock still standing to attention. He was clearly loving his control over us two; we were perched in such submissive positions in front of him. "What I didn't mention is that we're having a huge audit of our whole group - really we should get a different firm to do it - someone independent - but Nicole here - she might just change my mind." I looked at Shell. It was difficult to take her seriously when she was naked, legs wide open, vagina still swelled with excitement. But she was clearly struggling with the risk of losing Brian to me. "Don't worry," Brian laughed. "You're not going to lose me. There's enough of me for you two to share." Shell looked at me, then smiled. "OK, Nicole, welcome to the world of business," she said. "Good," Brian said, as if we'd just resolved some complex contractual point. "Nicole, you're going to learn your first important business lesson," he continued. "But first, let's see your tits!" I stared at him, shocked that he was so bold in his demands. Never before had a guy I hardly knew, never mind a client, made such an outrageous demand of me - well, not a sober guy, anyway. Thing was, I already had my knickers round my knees and my legs spread - I could see why he was so confident I'd comply. I looked at Shell, her perfect rack on full display. I just hoped Brian wasn't going to be disappointed with mine. I removed my jacket, placing it on the floor, being careful to keep my legs wide open; I don't know why, it just seemed to matter. Then I started to unbutton my blouse, Brian's eyes following the reveal. As I unbuttoned far enough to reveal my bra, I heard him tutting. I looked up at him. "Now, Shell, have you taught Nicole nothing?" he asked, sounding disappointed. "Not even wearing matching underwear?" I looked down. Of course I wasn't. Black knickers and a white bra. I've never bothered with matching undies, even when I have a boyfriend. It's just never really something that's occurred to me. But I remembered that Shell's underwear had matched perfectly; this was clearly something that mattered to Brian. "I'll... have a talk with her about your expectations," Shell said, nervously, clearly worried that I had somehow jeopardised the deal. "Good girl," Brian said, then, turning to me, "well, you might as well take it off then." I obediently finished unbuttoning my blouse, then discarded it. Finally, a little nervously, but eager to remove the offending item, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, taking a breath, then removing it and adding it to the pile. My boobs were now bare, ready for Brian's appraisal. He stared at them for a good few moments, whilst I waited nervously, genuinely caring what he thought. I looked over at Shell's, such a perfect pair, decided he would be disappointed with mine. But then: "Not bad," he said, sounding pleased. "Shell, she's got potential." I blushed with pride at his assessment. I wanted to prove myself worthy of his custom. I hoped that he would give me the chance to show that I could provide a "full service". "Right, girls, well, I'm sure you're both ready to show me how... keen you are to have my work," he smiled. "But first, I'd like to see how well you two work together." I looked first at him, then at Shell, confused. She seemed unsure of what he was asking too. "Sorry, wasn't I clear?" he asked, in mock surprise. "I want to see some girl-on-girl action." I was shocked. He wanted me to make out with Shell, my colleague, in front of him? I was sure that Shell would refuse, but she seemed to be even more under his spell than I was. Still squatting, she manoeuvred herself round to face me. "Move side on so he can get a good view," she whispered. I obeyed without thinking, shuffling round so that Brian could see exactly what me and Shell were about to do. Shell closed her legs, then pulled my jeans and knickers off, which had still been around my ankles and knees. This allowed her to come in between my still open legs, up close, so that I could feel her warm breath on my face. She brought her face close to mine, pressing her soft lips against mine. I'd never kissed a girl before. It was nice. I kissed back, looking in her eyes. We were working together on this, winning the business. We had to impress Brian. Soon we'd both share his cock. But for now, we were sharing each other. We kissed passionately, putting on a show for Brian, definitely; enjoying it, definitely too. Then Shell's hands reached for my boobs. I've never been keen on having my boobs played with, and it felt weird having a girl's hands on them, not normal. But she was really gentle with them, teasing me, maybe for Brian's benefit, maybe for mine too. I put my own hands on her boobs. A thrill of excitement went through me. Wow, I was touching another girl's boobs. I never ever thought I'd do that. They were so firm and perfect. I totally had boob envy. Shell carried on kissing me; she was such a good kisser, probably the best kisser I'd ever kissed. Our hands carried on exploring each other's boobs. Brian... well, I wasn't really worrying about him anymore. My boobs tingled with pleasure, my nipples standing to attention, as I could feel were hers. Shell put her arms around me, pulling me closer, pulling our bodies together, our boobs touching, rubbing against each other. As we pulled each other closer, our boobs squished against each other; it felt so intimate. Shell ran her hand down my body, letting her fingernails gently scratch against my body. My whole body was so sensitive, it felt so good. My senses were heightened so much; I could smell her perfume so strongly. She smelt so good. She ran her hand between my legs. My legs were still open a little, wrapped round her now, but open enough to give her full access. I was so sensitive down there, and just the gentlest touch sent a warm glow through my body. I took a deep breath and stared into her eyes, trying to communicate how much I was enjoying this. She massaged me gently, coming close to my clit but never quite reaching it, teasing me. I was completely under her control; she submitted to Brian, I to her, that was how it was. As the aching in my vag built up, she straggled my leg, rubbing her wet vagina against it, humping me for her own pleasure. The feeling of her womanhood pressing against my leg, leaving a moist trail as it rubbed back and forth, the look of desire on her face, I was so, so, hot, and so, so, ready. I wanted to be fulfilled so much. Shell was letting out some incredibly sexy grunts and moans, way better than anything I could manage. She clearly knew how to put on a show, for both of us. Finally we were interrupted. "Wow." Brian sounded impressed. "That's quite some teamwork." I looked at Shell, who was still pleasuring herself against my leg. She looked so excited she wasn't all that bothered what Brian said. "If I may have the pleasure," he said, a little more firmly. Shell stopped humping me and looked up at him, a look of submission starting to replace the look of pleasure on her face. I was kind of disappointed to be interrupted, but in my still extremely aroused state, the idea of what was going to come next sounded too amazing to resist. It was time for us to get fucked by our client. To win an account. How hot was that? *** So guys and girls; we're getting to the last bit now. I hope you're all imagining me and Shell there naked, making lady love to each other. What I love with erotic stories is you get to make up the pictures in your head. I wonder what I look like in your head? You'd better be imagining me as a hot girl. As you fantasise about me, Shell and Brian, I'm fantasising about you guys, pretending I can see out from your computer screens (or tablets? phones?). Hope you're enjoying yourself. I guess there's guys and girls, different ages, different countries, maybe sat there naked, maybe just with their hands in their pants. I'm imagining your erect cock guys - it's not as big as Brian's! Imagine I can actually see through you're monitor - make sure I can get a good look at it - good - now give it a good wank for me - yeah, like that. But not too hard - there's a bit to go yet - have you got the staying power? And girls - I want you all naked, like I was - like I am now. I promise. If you're not naked, stop reading, get undressed - yes, knickers too (that means panties, American girls - you're not getting away with it!) Only if you're in private, of course. Naked? Promise? Right, legs open - wow, that's a cute pussy, a bit like Shell's - wider - good - hand between them - right. We're rubbing our clits together, OK? Let's continue. *** Shell went to her bag and reached inside. She pulled out a little packet - wow, so she even provided the condom? Now that was professionalism. I still couldn't believe how prepared she was - and even though she knew I was coming. 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.