Two Naughty Girls (Mff) : by (c) Joyce Hamilton                                                 

The face that filled my monitor screen could not be called pretty. There was 
nothing cute about her. But beautiful she surely was! Long blonde hair, so fine 
that an unkind person might describe it as thin, fell  to shoulders that certainly 
were not plump. Her face had that rather lean look, with high cheekbones, that 
you find in our cities where the races have mingled. Not that she was anything 
but blonde and French: just that there may have been the merest hint of the 
Asian in the contours of her face. Her mouth seemed too large for her face as 
she smiled, a row of gleaming teeth; a mouth for cock sucking, I thought. She 
was very sun-tanned. The most striking feature was her eyes, a crystal-gray, 
piercing in their clear white orbits. And yet, as I studied the screen, I could see 
something knowing and street-wise in those lovely eyes. She may only have 
been thirteen, but those eyes spoke to me of experience beyond her years, and 
a body that had been sexually awoken already. True innocence is never found 
amongst our city children. Whether that is fortunate or unfortunate depends on 
where one comes from morally, I suppose. Me, I'm a libertine, and though I 
long for innocence I never find it, and if I did it would be to enjoy and corrupt 
it. Of course, to be honest, there is as much sensual pleasure to be got from the 
body of a street-wise teenager as from a virgin.

According to her website she was called Desiree. Parts of the site were not 
finished, and it seemed she was writing it herself. I scrolled though several 
pages of her life and likes. She was thirteen, and lived in an apartment in Paris 
with her mother. No mention of a father anywhere. She liked the sort of music 
thirteen year olds like, and went to the cinema a lot. She was into roller-
skating, and the only other picture of her on the site was on skates. On 
Sundays parts of Paris are given over to skaters, and this must have been taken 
a couple of months before, when the leaves first came out on the chestnut trees 
beside the Seine. I downloaded it! She was beautiful. Her tight denim shorts 
hugged her bottom, and especially her honeypot where the denim had faded 
almost white. They were tight and frayed round the tops of her tanned thighs. 
Her slim legs seemed almost too long for her frame, like the young colts on my 
estate. And you could see by the way her white t-shirt was pushed out above 
her lovely little navel she would have the most delightful tiny tits. Her blonde 
hair streamed behind her as she raced along the embankment with a cohort of 
other boys and girls around her.

I unzipped my trousers and ran my hand a few times over my cock.

There was a 'chat' button. Doubting if it would work, I clicked the tab. It 
worked, and she was online.

Should I be myself, or someone else? That split second decision was one of 
my luckiest. I would be myself, male and thirty-five! I typed, 'Hi! Want to 
chat?'

'OK.'

'You building your site yourself?'

'Yes. It's difficult.'

'I liked the two pics. You're very beautiful.'

'You got a webcam?'

'No.'

'Me neither. You got a pic?'

'Sending it.' It was one of me on the Beach last summer. Though I say it 
myself, I looked good. Good body, good tan, hairless chest, tiny little red satin 
swimtrunks,  a bulge the shape of which was pretty clear under the thin fabric. 
I remembered the Greek boy who had taken it, and an hour or two later taken 
me with the skill of a much older male. I looked at least ten years younger than 
I really am. I look after myself! It had my name on it.

'You're quite a hunk, Mark.'

'You got a pic of you in a bikini?'

'I don't do that stuff, Mark.'

'Please. It's only fair. You got one of me that doesn't hide much.'

'Might just as well not be wearing anything! But I don't do that stuff.' There 
was a gap in the typing and I feared she had gone away. Then more words. 
'Send me twenty euros and I'll send you a pic.'

'How?'

I hoped she would give me her address, but it was a Poste Restante in one of 
the poorer, seedier quarters of the city. That explained the hard look I'd seen in 
her eyes. To be brought up there, blonde, blue-eyed and petite, would have 
made her able to look after herself, able to pick and chose her partners. She 
signed off.


The next day, same time, we chatted again. She sent me the pic...four of them 
in fact. They were very nice. She was wearing a black one-piece swimming 
costume, and I could see it had been taken in a crowded Seine-side lido I knew 
well. The legs were cut very high, and I could see she either shaved or had 
very little pubic hair. I studied them, enjoying the shape of her pubic mound, 
and wishing the  costume was tighter, to show the shape of her cuntlips. On 
the other hand, it did confirm she had lovely little tits, and the water had made 
her nipples stand like tiny bobbles in the wet satin. The one pic from behind 
showed the prettiest pert butt, and the thong had slipped up between her 
cheeks.

' Like you told me, you might as well not be wearing anything. A bit tight, 
your costume? And you said pics of you in a bikini!'

'Sorry, Mark. Haven't got one. I mean no bikini.'

'Never mind. They're lovely pics. Wish I'd been there with you. I know the 
Lido well.'

'We'd make a good-looking couple, you and me, Mark. Buy me a bikini and 
I'll send you a pic.  I'm 32A-17-32.' 

'17 inch waist! That's tremendous. No wonder you look so tasty.'

'Down boy! Just send me it. A good place to buy is online, HerSecrets.com.'


Two days later I got the bikini pics. This time it was tight enough to suggest 
her cuntlips, and of course I could drool over her lovely flat, sun-tanned belly 
with its sweet little navel. How I longed to explore that belly-button with the 
tip of my tongue. In a pic taken from the back the bright yellow thong had 
again found its way high up between her buttocks, and this time I could see her 
lips, like a tiny purse, outlined in the fabric. I'm sure that was not accidental, 
but deliberately posed. I could well believe her waist was seventeen inches; 
she was shapely, despite her tiny bosom and slender hips.

'Who took the pics?'

'My Mum. She wants me to be a model.'

I told her how nice she looked, and sent her one of myself in my business suit, 
groomed and immaculate, with the merest suggestion of a bulge this time. I 
was standing beside my top-of-the-range Mercedes. Let her know what sort of 
guy she was dealing with!

She was obviously finding her new source of cash and clothes quite 
interesting. 'Did you look round the HerSecrets site?'

'Yes. And I enjoyed it. Lovely models. Though not as pretty as you.'

'You say nice things, Mark. Would you like to see me in some of their 
lingerie?'

'Would I not, Desiree! I'd love to.'

'Send me some, then. Same as before!'


A couple of days later she was online again. 'Did the stuff arrive safe?'

'You want to see?'

'Please!'

'Two pics sending.'

I had chosen the bra and panties carefully. I thought pastel blue silk would go 
with her complexion, and was right. It really set off her blonde hair and 
bronzed skin. The lacy bra fitted her breasts perfectly, and as I had hoped, I 
could make out her nipples, rosy through the delicate tracery. But it was with 
the panties I had my best success. These were fairly ordinary satin and lace, 
but had an almost transparent panel at the front. One of the two pics used this 
to good effect: I could just make out her cuntlips through the thin nylon, and 
could see first that she was a natural blonde, and second that she had only the 
lightest fuzz of pubic hair. The other pic, from behind, showed them tight 
across her buttocks and there was a suggestion of her tight anus lurking in the 
shadow there as she bent over. The panties were just slightly higher cut than 
whatever she must have been using for sun-bathing, as there was a triangular 
line of white flesh between it and the golden, glowing skin. I wanted her. I had 
to have that body!

I suddenly realised she must have been lying about not having a bikini! Her 
belly was, of course, gloriously sun-tanned. Never mind!

'Very nice. You look lovely!'

'I knew you'd pick out sexy ones.'

'Who took these pics? Surely not your Mum?'

'My friend Sisi.. Her name's Cecille, but she's called Sisi.' 

'She as sexy as you, Desiree?'

A smiley sign. 'Better. Better figure.'

'Can't believe that!'

Another smiley. 'You want a pic of her?'

'Please!'

'Then send her some undies, like me, and I'll send a pic.'

'Size?'

'34C- 20- 34.'

'See! I said your figure would be better!'

'I guessed you liked small tits. But you wait and see. She's very sexy.' 


She was indeed sexy. Two days later Desiree sent me the pics, five of them, of 
the two girls in their new lingerie. Desiree had not told me her friend was 
black, and it was luck that I had chosen dazzling white underwear for her. Her 
skin was so very black that it seemed almost blue in the photos, and the 
contrast with the white of her panties was exciting, to say the least. An instant 
hard! Again, I'd been clever in my choice, selecting panties that would show 
off her cunt for me. Through the fine nylon panel at the front I could see the 
form of her lips, and that she was shaven. Her breasts were magnificent. Not 
big, but perfectly shapely, with a lovely cleavage. I could imagine myself 
coming between them. The smile on her face was as dazzling white as the 
shiny satin covering her belly.

Desiree was all willowy, slender and almost angular in her new black lingerie 
(I sent her some too). But while she was innocently boyish, her black 
companion was all feminine, rounded, plump, a jolly little piece, promising 
sultry, hot sex. Roly-poly!

They were both there when we chatted. Finally I plucked up courage to ask 
them. 'I'm in Paris Friday for business. Meet me in the afternoon at Fouquets 
on the Champs Elysees. We can sit on the terrace and watch the world go by.' 
Once a month my Board meets, in Paris for the convenience of some foreign 
directors, and I usually unwind with tea at Fouquets when the sun is out. The 
meeting gives me an excuse for a bit of whoring away from the small town 
where I live with my wife. Sometimes I spend just Friday night, but if I have a 
particularly sexy companion, I'll stay Saturday too.

'Fouquets is smart! We'd need some smart clothes. Can't sit there in jeans and 
t-shirts! Those leather skirts on the website.'

'And shoes. I'm size five, and Didi's  four.'

'Didi?'

'Oh, that's what I call Desiree. We're Sisi and Didi.'

'You'll be there? Five o'clock on the terrace, or inside if it's raining.'

'Just send the skirts...and shoes. White, high heels. Sandals. They're on the 
site. Sisi's size five, I'm four. Oh, and there's some lovely pale blue silk 
shirts.'


It didn't rain, and I was there early to get a good table in the sun. I chose the 
seat facing the pavement. A good looking redhead at the table beside me 
crossed her legs showing me an inch or two of thigh. She was wearing a green, 
flowing dress. She had an empty glass in front of her, and I saw the wedding 
ring on her finger. She turned slightly, to show me her figure in profile. She 
had every right to be proud of it. I love our liberated French housewives! 
Another day I would have caught her eye. But not today!

They were on time. The crowded pavement parted to let them through as they 
strolled arm-in-arm. Men stopped and turned round to watch them. They were 
devastatingly sexy, dressed like twin sisters. Both had the blue silk tops 
revealing the shape of their tits moving under the fabric as they walked and 
leaving their midriffs bare. Sweet little navels, one black, one golden-tanned. 
Tits proud! And those white leather mini skirts hugging their bottoms and 
showing off long, long legs. Their white high-heeled slippers clickety-clacked 
on the stone paving. Desiree's hair shone golden in the sun. Sisi's was 
spectacular, braided in rats' tails, with silver and pastel blue threads, swinging 
round her shoulders.

I stood politely, and they sat down. The redheaded woman licked her lips, 
unconsciously betraying her bisexuality. Men all over the terrace were 
drooling, halting in their conversation, looking out of the corners of their eyes 
in the vain hope that their partners would not notice. A waiter came over 
without my calling him! He dropped a coin as an excuse to look up their skirts 
at their little panties.
The girls were completely relaxed and confident, giggling as he fumbled under 
their seats.

They each had a huge ice-cream in a tall glass. We chatted easily for a few 
minutes, me flattering them with completely honest admiration of their beauty, 
before I made my proposition. I passed each of them a brown envelope. 
'That's yours for just a couple of hours with me in my hotel room.'

Desiree tore the end off the envelope, quickly counted, smiled, and slipped it 
into her white purse. Not Sisi though!

'I'm nobody's whore!'

Desiree argued my case for me. 'You can use the money, and it's not much 
more than you do most afternoons with Emil.'

'I don't sell it.'

'I'll give you a special kiss. Like you really like.' There was no reply this time, 
and Desiree leaned over and whispered something in her friend's ear. Sisi 
opened the envelope, counted it, and stowed it in her bag. The redheaded 
woman had seen the transaction and sniffed disapproving. 'Tough,' I thought. 
'You can't compete with these angels.' The waiter had a smirk on his face. 
They don't miss anything those guys.

'It's just round the corner.' I mentioned the name of one of Paris's best hotels. 
Paris's? Europe's! 


As we crossed the hotel lobby heads turned. Savoretti, the head porter, greeted 
me, but, discrete, not by name as he usually did. He handed me my key, 
smiling. He knew a good tip was coming his way, but was also genuinely 
happy at the sight of two pretty little things on my arm. They say he personally 
'interviews' and selects all the chambermaids recruited by the hotel, and is a 
good judge of a young girl.

We used the stairs rather than the lift. I wanted to watch their butts move as 
they walked up on their high heels. Desiree squealed, giggling, as I cupped her 
butt in my hand, in front of me. I felt the flesh and muscles move beneath my 
palm. My cock was hard, like a steel rod with wings!

The door closed behind us. Sisi knelt in front of me and slipped her silk blouse 
off. Her white bra was dazzling against the black skin, and her breasts were 
delightfully rounded, filling the cups. She nuzzled my cock on her cheek, 
through the business suiting. I could feel Desiree behind me. In the mirror I 
could see she had slipped her blouse off, and dropped her skirt to the floor. In 
her blue bra and panties, she was pressing against me.

'I love the feel of a suit against my body.' Her arms were round me, under my 
jacket, as she wriggled against me.

'And where did you learn to like a suit?'

No reply. Just a giggle. Sisi interrupted us. 'Her mother's a whore.'

'She's not! She's a stripper, and sometimes brings a punter home if she likes 
him.' 

'And sometimes let's you have him too! Mark's got a big one, Didi! You 
should feel this.' Sisi was gripping my cock through the cloth. I could feel 
Desiree's fingers picking at my buttons under my jacket, her soft hands 
slipping under my shirt to caress and tweak my nipples. Sisi undid my zip and 
pressed my cock to her face. My shirt, tie and jacket fell to the floor, and I felt 
Desiree's tits, bare now, pressing into my naked back. She was tweaking my 
nipples almost painfully. Sisi undid my belt, and my trousers fell to my ankles, 
joined a second later by my underpants. My cock pressed between her naked 
breasts for a moment, and then she took it in her mouth .I grasped a handful of 
her plaited hair, and pulled her mouth onto me till I was pressed up against her 
lips, my knob somewhere down her throat.

I realised Desiree was feeling my body, checking it out. She kneaded my 
shoulder muscles, felt my biceps, and then I could feel her hands grasping at 
my buttocks. She whispered in my ear her appreciation of my muscle tone, 
telling me she had been looking forward to this since I sent her the first pic. 
My best muscle, however, was slipping in and out of Sisi's full lips.

'Don't you make him come, Sisi. I want some too!'

Sisi laughed, my cock released from her mouth. She bounced heavily onto the 
bed and lay, legs spread. 'You remember what you promised? I'm going to 
claim my special kiss.'

Desiree deserted me and I watched her lay on her belly, her face into Sisi's 
crotch. Sisi smiled as the slender, white fingers parted her coal-black cuntlips. 
The flesh within was a startling scarlet in contrast with the naked, shiny 
blackness. Fine blonde hair flowed over a plump ebony thigh and rounded 
black belly as lips sought clitoris. As the sound of sucking and kissing started I 
lay on the bed, my head level with Sisi's tits. I licked one, and then took the 
nipple between my lips. They were large, but firm. I handled the other while 
still sucking. Then I took the nipple between my teeth and  gently pulled at it. 
Sisi moaned. I like a girl with sensitive tits. I caressed her belly, tickling her 
belly-button round and round with the tip of my finger.

Desiree's bottom was moving up and down as if she was shagging. I could see 
she found sucking her friend as exciting as I did watching them. I moved and 
rested my cheek on the blue satin, tight across Desiree's buttocks, holding her 
by each hip. Then I licked her fine skin just where the leg of her panties bit 
slightly into it.

'Suck me, too, Mister. Suck me!'

She was laying on her belly, of course, so I had to lie on my back to get into 
any sort of position to get my mouth onto her cunt. I managed to get under her, 
the weight of her belly and mound on my face as she still made little fucking 
movements. I could smell her and with a sudden compulsion pulled the thin 
crotch of her panties aside and placed a kiss on her open lips. I heard her 
respond with a moan, and her hips moved up and down more actively, raking 
my face with her cunt. I caught her clit between my lips and hung onto it, 
sucking hard. 

I could hear Sisi coming, moaning and panting. Desiree's sucking must have 
slowed down and stopped, but she was fucking my face harder now. I let go of 
her arse, where my hands had been gripping her flesh under her panties, and 
pulled the cuntlips wide apart, one hand each side. My tongue now rasped the 
length of her slit, her juices running over my face. I caught her clit each time it 
passed my mouth and gave it a suck. Now she was coming, grunts and swear 
words.

We all three lay silent. Desiree broke the spell. 'Look what you've done to my 
new panties! They're soaking wet, and all stretched.' She pulled them down. 
She did not shave, but had only the lightest of blonde fluff on her mound and 
even less on her lips. My efforts had left them plumped and open, the little 
pearly clit standing just a tiny bit clear between them. I knew she had no hair at 
all, not even the lightest fuzz, in her arsehole, as I had slipped my tongue there 
once or twice while sucking her. The elastic of the panty legs had made a tiny 
red ring round the top of each thigh and under her bottom where I had 
stretched them to get at her honeypot.

'Never mind, sweetie. Uncle Mark will get you some new ones.' 

'What about this?' She fingered her cunt. 'Me first, Monsieur Uncle Mark?'

Not an easy decision, but she was very willing, and perhaps the black girl 
might not be so keen. I was certainly going to have both these angels. I decided 
not to risk Sisi changing her mind. Desiree would have to wait. I whispered in 
Desiree's ear so Sisi could not hear. 'Sisi first. That way I'll be longer with 
you. I'm sure to come too fast the first time. This way it'll be much better. You 
know it's you I really want.'

Desiree whispered in Sisi's ear, so I could not hear. But the result was Sisi 
kneeling in front of me on the bed ready for me, waggling her arse. Her lips 
were as swollen as Desiree's, and for the same reason.

I caught her by her hips, pressed myself against her bottom, reached under and 
grasped her tits. She ground herself backwards as I fondled her: her tits were 
the same shape kneeling as they had been laying down or kneeling in front of 
me. Show me a grown woman who still has that teen firmness! On an impulse, 
I turned her over again onto her back. I wanted to see her properly as we 
fucked. Her legs clasped behind my back, her arms around my neck, and as she 
kissed me I entered her. I was propped on my elbows, but she wanted to feel 
my weight and pulled me against her, my arms around her neck now, and those 
lovely tits boring into my chest.

Desiree had awoken her cunt, and my prick slid easily in, though I was aware 
of the tightness of her vagina. I expect her teen boyfriend, Emil, was still 
smaller than me. I rested my weight a moment pressed up against her mound, 
and then started to fuck with long, slow strokes, giving her the full length each 
time. I allowed all but the tip of my knob to come out before pushing in again, 
making sure it ground against her nub. I tickled the inside of her ear with my 
tongue. There was juice everywhere between us as her young body responded, 
and she was moving up and down in rhythm with me. We made a delightful 
slurping and slapping noise in our passion. As her arms clasped me ever 
tighter, that was my cue to speed up. Faster and faster, but still slipping the full 
length in. I could feel her on the edge of coming, and it was only the pain of 
her digging her fingernails into my back that kept me from coming. After the 
peak of her orgasm, I reverted to long and slow. 

I had not played with her tits enough. I wanted to be able to remember them 
clearly after this session. I rested on one elbow, and still fucking, passed my 
hand over one. The nipple was a hard little black nut under my palm. I rolled it 
between thumb and forefinger, and she opened her eyes and gave a little groan 
of pleasure. I leaned down and licked her breast. Now her nipple between my 
teeth, gently nibbling at it. She groaned again, and was beginning to heave up 
against me again.

I whispered in her ear. 'Kneeling again. I'm going to have you from behind 
now, sweetie.'

We had to separate while she knelt. My cock glistened with her juice, and the 
skin of her thigh shone where it had run down from her cunt. I placed my knob 
and grasped her hips, pulling her back onto me till my hairs touched her velvet 
arse. I reached under her and gripped one tit. Then the other one too. I pulled 
out till only my knob was in her, and then pushed back in, squeezing her tits as 
I did so. 

I felt her hand reach down under her and start to rub her clit. More long, slow 
strokes. Her head was crushed in the pillow, and I could hear muffled little 
grunts and squeaks. Her fingers were playing in her slit, and now she reached 
under with her other hand and stroked or tickled my balls with every in-thrust.

Desiree was propped against the bedhead, her legs spread. Despite the sucking 
I had given her, her swollen pink lips were nearly closed, and only the pearly 
tip of her clit was sticking out. We were fucking harder and faster now, my 
thighs slapping against Sisi's arse as she crashed backwards into me each time. 
Desiree looked me full in the eyes, a smile on her lips. Her left hand crept 
down to her thighs and parted those cunt lips, resting in the slit, under her crisp 
little blonde curls. The meaningful smile again as her index finger penetrated 
her cunt.

It was too much for me. A hot, tight, slippery cunt, two handfuls of beautiful 
tits, and a blonde teenager looking me in the eye as she masturbated. I came, 
pumping a huge load of come into the black cunt. I regret to say, Sisi had not 
yet come a second time, and she protested when my satisfied cock popped out 
with a plopping sound.

'Bastard. You could have waited.'

'You came once, I came once. No. I'm sorry, but you were just too sexy for 
me.'

Desiree smiled. She knew what had finally brought me off!

As Sisi knelt there my cum dripped down her thighs, already gleaming with 
her juices. 'Well, you've certainly filled me up.' She giggled, and crumpled 
Desiree's 'ruined' panties between her  legs. She got up and went to the 
bathroom. I heard running water, as Desiree took my only half-erect cock in 
her hand.

'I know how to get this hard.' I was still kneeling, and she was laying in front 
of me.

'Do you want me to rinse it?'

'I love the taste of cunt and cum together.' Her lips closed over my knob. I 
grasped her head in both hands. The fine hair flowed over my hands, and her 
skull felt strangely tiny and bony.
She was gobbling on it now, slipping it in and out as if in a cunt. She was 
laying partly on her side, and I saw her hand slip down to her little golden 'v', 
part the lips, and her index finger slip in again.

'I love to watch you play with yourself.'

'I can see you do.' I was hard again. 'Just keeping it warm for you. There, 
you're good and ready now. She rolled over onto her back, but slipped a pillow 
under her rump, raising her cunt, and incidentally opening her anus to my 
view, a pretty  little puckered rose. 'Long and slow, like you did Sisi.'

The nice thing about having two girls in the same session is the difference in 
the feel of their bodies. My cock slipped easily into her, but she was tighter 
than Sisi had been, and although Sisi could certainly grip, this vagina was 
more strongly muscled, and even felt smoother inside. And as I lay on her 
body, it was less pneumatic. Sisi had been round and plump under me. This 
girl was all angles and her flesh was much firmer. Her hard little tits pressed 
into my chest. She kissed better, her tongue roving round inside my mouth.

Sisi had been silent, except for panting and little squeaks and grunts. Desiree 
whispered in my ear, sweet obscenities. I raised myself slightly higher on her 
body so my cock rubbed harder against her clit.   'Oh yes! Like that. That's 
good.' Her hips were moving under me now, and I took the timing of my 
strokes from her. The 'long and slow' gradually became 'Faster. Yes! Harder!' 
Then she was biting my neck, and I heard her coming with a series of groans 
and oaths. 

I reverted to long, slow, deep thrusts, slipping down her body a bit in case her 
clit had become temporarily sensitive.

I wanted her arse and tits! 'Kneel now for me.'

This is my favorite position, whether a girl or a boy is being speared by my 
cock. I clasped her boyish hips and pressed my cock vertical between her 
buttocks. 'Not that one, Uncle Mark. I don't do that stuff.' So I placed my 
knob in the legal entrance and pushed. She sighed, and we were off again.

I caressed her rounded, hard buttocks for a moment or two, but it was her tits I 
wanted. I reached round, and so-gently handled each one. I stroked and 
caressed, and felt the hard little hazel nut tips. She was supporting herself 
kneeling, but her other hand was down at her clit again. I would find it difficult 
to stop coming.

Sisi had come back into the room, and what with the lovely white bottom, and 
glorious firm tits I had not noticed her. I felt a hand on my bottom from 
behind. Then a second. Then the cheeks being parted. 'Nice! Emil would like 
this!'

I can fuck and talk at the same time! Versatile! 'Your boyfriend goes both 
ways, does he? Aren't you jealous?'

'Why should I be? You know I'm bi as well! Anyway, he'd love to go up this. 
You've a good bod.' She must have moistened her finger in Desiree's juices, 
because I felt it slip into my bottom. She knew what to do, and I felt her 
massaging me exactly right. It was no good. I was coming. I could not help it. 

'Hey! You left me too.' Desiree did not sound so upset as Sisi had been when I 
left her soaring but unsatisfied. 

'Not my fault. Sisi was stroking my prostate.'

'You men and your arseholes! She laughed.

There's something else Emil likes. Chuck me over that tie.' 

In seconds my wrists were tied together, tightly but not painfully as the tie was 
silk, and the whole secured to the bedhead.

'His ankles?'

'No, I want to turn him over a bit. Pass me the belt. Off his trousers.'

Sisi folded the black leather in two, holding it by the buckle end, thank God! 
She pushed me over till I was laying on my side and hit me a great thwack 
with her makeshift whip.

'Hey, cut it out!'

The two girls were giggling. 'Teach him a lesson, Sisi. Teach him to leave us 
hanging while he pumps his cum in us.'

Another resounding smack, and then the two girls turned me right over so I 
was on my belly. I could still see them in the mirror.

'My turn now!'

Desiree hit me even harder, probably because she was fitter and stronger. She 
counted one to six. Oddly, and for the first time in my life, I could feel the 
warmth spreading from my buttocks to my groin. I was getting hard again, and 
it was not just the sight of their sweet little bodies in the mirror. I stopped 
protesting.

'I do believe he likes it.'

'Why not? Emil does!' Sisi reached underneath me. 'Hey! He's hard again. 
Let's turn him over.'

Sisi held my cock upright while that lovely blonde cunt lowered itself onto me. 
That was the last I saw, because immediately Desiree was fully impaled Sisi 
let go and sat heavily and wetly on my face. Sisi may have washed, but I could 
still taste cum, and her juice spread across my face as she raked her slit across 
it. I would have loved to fondle that plump, black arse, but there was no way I 
could loosen my hands. I could not see Desiree, but could certainly feel her 
excitement rising as she bounced up and down on my prick faster and faster.
The two girls were facing each other.

'Kiss me Sisi. Now!'

'Jesus. Your tits are good. I love your tits, Didi.'
'Mmmmm.'

'Jesus, I'm coming Didi.'

'Me, too.'

I would have said, 'And me.' But I was nearly smothered by cuntlips and clit. 
But I was coming as well. I can't remember the last time I came three times so 
close together.

Later. 'Untie me now, girls, That was nice.'

Neither girl offered to undo the bonds. Sisi stuffed Desiree's 'ruined' panties, 
now even wetter with my cum and Sisi's slipperiness , into my mouth. She 
chucked the belt back on top of my trousers, and as an after-thought felt in my 
suit jacket pocket. Shit! She had my wallet and was leafing through it.

'Rouen is it? You live in Rouen. Sounds a good address. And this must be 
Madame Mark Laurentine. Ugh! No wonder you went after Desiree. Must be 
difficult to fuck that ugly bitch. Credit cards, a few notes. Driving licence. ID 
card. And that's about it.'

Despite the gag my horror must have shown on my face. I instantly thought of 
blackmail of course.

Desiree was nearly dressed now, just slipping on her shoes. 'Don't worry, 
Monsieur  Laurentine. She's only teasing you.' And in fact, Sisi did just throw 
the wallet back on top of my suit again before zipping up her skirt.

'Untie me. You can't leave me like this.'

'You left us hanging!' They both laughed. And did just leave me there.

Silk is soft but strong, and it would have taken me hours to fray it on the 
bedhead enough to break it. But after about ten minutes of sweaty efforts I 
heard the door key and it opened to admit a smiling Head Porter. He set the 
silver tray down on a side table and removed the panties from my mouth.

'Savoretti! I've never been more pleased to see your smiling face.'

'All part of the service, Monsieur Laurentine. Before they left the two girls 
asked for champagne to be sent up to you. They asked particularly I should 
take it myself.'

'I'm glad you did.'

'I expect so, sir.' He was struggling to untie the knot I had pulled very tight 
with my efforts. Finally he took a corkscrew from his waistcoat pocket, and 
cut the tie with its knife.' Ruined, I fear, sir. A good tie ruined. Very pretty 
young girls sir. Very tempting I'm sure. But quite mischievous.'

I was getting life back into my wrists while trying to put my trousers on. 
'Worth it, Savoretti. Worth it. And nice girls at heart.' I would owe Savoretti a 
really handsome tip when I checked out. And he knew it!

After he had gone I poured a glass of the wine, and opened my laptop. The 
messages would be waiting for them when they got back to wherever Desiree 
lived.

'My lovely Desiree. That was wonderful, and I hope it was good for you too. I 
am going to send you a webcam, and of course new lingerie to replace the set I 
'ruined'. Next month I'm going to spend two nights in Paris, and it would be 
lovely if you AND your mother would spend one of them with me. Let me 
know what she says.
It would be nice to see you both on the webcam. Or a pic of her. I'm sure she 
will be sexy,  though she couldn't be as pretty as you, my little blonde angel.
I would, of course, double the present I gave you.
XXXXX Mark Laurentine.

'My sexy and naughty little Sisi. I enjoyed all that, and especially being tied up 
and whipped. You won't believe this, but it was a 'first' for me, and it won't 
be the last! I'm sending you a set of handcuffs, leg chains, and an iron neck-
collar with a chain attached. As well as a short whip, and a bigger leather cat-
o-nine-tails.  I'm spending two nights in Paris next month, and would love you 
AND Emil to spend one of them with me. Show him my pic, and ask him if he 
would like my mouth and arse.
Double the last present, of course.
A pic of Emil would be nice!
XXXXX Mark (Laurentine!)

                                                         FIN (for now)
