Agent
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - After the events described in 'Justice', she takes on a new identity and a new role in uncovering criminals
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction
I told Ali that evening, I texted him and told him I had to tell him something. He was very quiet as I explained and then looked at me intensely.
“It is only him they are targeting?”
“Well as far as I know. They won’t tell me why, just that they want to monitor him using lasers that bounce off the windows. They didn’t say about anyone else. I thought it important enough to tell you straight away.”
“I appreciate that. I think I have it sussed. I have him sussed.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, it was him that ordered the hit the other night. He is the missing boss.”
I had guessed as much myself, but I wasn’t supposed to have some of the knowledge that I did have, and so I couldn’t let Ali know that.
“Oh?” I said, “really? He seems so innocent; honestly, I would never have guessed. He said he was an engineer.”
“Liz, he is no more an engineer than I am an astronaut. But what to do?”
“Can’t you just let the police deal with him?”
“Oh Liz, he has caused me so much grief that I need to teach him a lesson. A very painful lesson.”
“You must do what you must, but if I were you, I would leave it a few days. If you do it now, then the police will think I tipped you off, and they will put us both under close scrutiny. At the moment we are not connected and are just neighbours.”
“I know, and I will delay, but he has to pay before he gets arrested. If he goes to prison, he has so many connections, he will just run things from there.”
“Yes, I agree, but let the police gather evidence for a couple of days first, okay?”
“Okay,” he said.
“Now, shall we go back to yours and accidentally find ourselves in your bedroom?” I still didn’t want him upstairs in my house.
“Give me ten minutes to shower and then come round, okay?”
I nodded and showed him to the door and went to shower myself. I dressed in a simple dress, no underwear, and went round and knocked. It was dark, and so I hoped that I wouldn’t be noticed, but if I was, then too bad. I felt as if I were in the end game and would soon be moving on.
Ali let me in; he was wearing a simple silk robe. He shut the door behind me and locked it. I followed Ali upstairs, where he undid and removed his robe and turned to face me, his erection looking proud and strong. I pulled my dress over my head and placed it on a chair. I too was now naked. I walked to him and grasped his dick in my hand. Ali quietly groaned. I began a slow wank, my hand moving the full extent of his dick, my other hand holding his balls, squeezing them slightly, just enough that he would feel it.
I knelt before him and released his dick from my hand, instead using my mouth to move up and down his dick. I was effectively shagging him with my mouth, my hand playing with his balls, rolling them in my palm, squeezing them just a little, and hearing him groan with the pain of his arousal.
He started to try and shag my mouth, and I knew he was close. I pulled back and eased his dick from my mouth and stood. I leant forwards and kissed his mouth, transferring the flavour of his dick to him as my hand gently wanked his dick.
“Shag me,” I said as I pulled away, and I lay on his bed, my legs apart. He loves his silk sheets; I am not a fan. They are slippery; they give no purchase. I much prefer cotton. I guess it is a bachelor thing.
He knelt on the edge of the bed and then covered me, his dick pressing against my mons. I leant down with my hand and grasped his dick and wiped it along my valley before lining it up with my entrance. He pushed, and very slowly, he was learning; he penetrated me. No big manly thrust; no, this was a gentle pressure, slowly filling my fanny with his dick until his balls nestled between my thighs and his glans was pressing at my depth. Nice.
He pulled slowly back until his dick almost fell from my fanny, hovering at my opening, and then he pushed back in. I could feel his pulse inside me and the rim of his glans as it wiped inside, scraping, almost, along the walls of my fanny until he filled me again. He began to slightly increase the tempo; I could still feel the pulse and the bumps and ridges of my fanny walls as he moved within me. My pleasures were growing and my pressures were building, my gasps increasing as his tempo grew.
His eyes were open, boring into mine, a sort of grin on his face as he shagged me, my electrics building, preparing for their crescendo, my crotch tightening, my buttocks clenching. Faster and faster he went, into his stride, deeper and harder, his control now gone, his thrusting on automatic as he shagged and shagged and shagged.
“Ooh”, I gasped as my pressures reached their limit, my electrics fizzed and my fanny clamped, squeezing his spurts of ejaculate from him, his dick buried and not moving, his pubis hard against my mons, and he grunted as my orgasm exploded, erupting through my body, my back tense and planking as I gasped my release. He rolled to the side, his softening dick leaving a trail of his spunk across my thigh.
I had just come out of the shower when my doorbell rang. There was a white van on my drive and two men at my door. They showed me their IDs; it was the police coming to fit the surveillance cameras. I showed them the small front room that they had, and they thanked me and started ferrying in aluminium flight cases.
They were about half an hour, and then one of them called me upstairs.
“We know that you will want to see it miss,” he said, “and we won’t want the door opening after we have gone, so please come and have a look and appease your curiosity.”
There were a number of tripods, and each had a camera-type device on the top.
“They each point to a different window in the target premises,” he said. “They are sensitive, which is why we don’t want anyone entering the room. Is that okay?”
“Yes, of course, thank you for showing me; yes, I would have been terribly curious.”
“Indeed, right, Miss; we will be going now. Here is a card with our phone number if you need to contact us for any reason.” He handed me a business card; it simply said ‘Technical Services’ and had a phone number on it. I planned to store it in my bedside drawer, out of the way.
I had just sat down with a cup of tea when my door bell went again. I had decided to ignore it if it was Victor; it wasn’t. I could see on my doorbell camera that it was Moira.
I opened the door. “Come in,” I said. “I have just made tea, would you like one?”
“Oh yes, fab,” she said.
“They have been then?” she asked.
“Yes, but I can’t show you, as I am not allowed to open the door.”
“Oh, that is no issue; I have seen them loads of times. That wouldn’t be why I would want to go upstairs.”
Well now, nothing like being open and up front. I went to the kitchen, re-boiled the kettle and made her a mug of tea. We went and sat in the conservatory. The day was warming up, and with the sun on the conservatory, all the automatic windows had opened to help vent the heat. We both sat on the sofa cradling our mugs of tea.
“I enjoyed our time,” Moira said.
“Me too,” I answered. “I kind of hoped it wasn’t a one-off.”
I drank my tea, and Moira sipped at hers, her eyes roaming up and down my sundress-clad body. It was warm, I didn’t need to be overly dressed, and I most certainly wasn’t. Moira was wearing a thin, almost sheer blouse and a mid-length blue cotton skirt, also appropriate for the warm weather.
I finished my tea, and Moira was not far behind me. “Can we?” she asked.
I took her mug off her and put it, and mine, in the kitchen sink and led the way up to my bedroom. Inside, I turned my quilt back and turned to Moira; she already had her blouse off, and her hands were behind her back unhooking her bra.
I pulled my sundress up and off; I wasn’t wearing a bra, and pushed my knickers down and stepped out of them. Moira was down to her knickers too, matching her bra, I noticed, a telling sign. She pushed her knickers down and stood naked before me.
As before, short, neatly trimmed black hair lay over her mons; her fanny was neat and hair-free, with beautiful grey labia minoria spilling out of her crease, her plump outer labia just waiting for my attention.
I climbed up onto the bed; Moira followed, and she knelt beside me, her face dipping down, and she kissed me, her tongue pushing through my lips, my tongue welcoming hers. Her hand cupped my breast and a finger and thumb teased my nipple, and then she pulled away and her mouth was around my nipple, sucking and lightly chewing, my electrics firing and pressures building.