Susie Follows Orders

by Roger Quine

  The sheikh, lewdly grinding the front of his tented trousers against the girl’s hips, began to raise their dresses, rucking them up with his fingers, his palms still massaging the softness of their buttocks. Soon each girl had material gathered around her hips, and the man breathlessly caressed the black silk and the red silk stretched enticingly across the respective curves of their bottoms.

  Susie moaned softly into Sophie’s warm mouth as she felt an inquisitive finger worm its way between her thighs from behind, probing at her sex, and she knew it was finding her hot and moist with excitement. Sophie returned the moan and Susie felt another persistent finger burrow its way between her gently moving leg and the damp gusset of Sophie’s panties.

  Then the sheikh surprised Susie by moving abruptly away. She broke away from the dreamy kiss, not knowing what to do. She and Sophie watched the sheikh as he moved to his briefcase on the bed, fiddled with the catches, opened it and extracted - of all things - a riding crop!

  He looked at the embracing girls with an avaricious glint in his eyes, at the crop in his hand, and back at the girls. Then he moved back to them, as though stalking his prey, clearly savouring the heady confusion of arousal and alarm mirrored in their expressions.

  ‘Kiss,’ he said quietly, and when the girls didn’t respond, their eyes glued to the weapon in his grasp, he swiped it through the air and hissed with real venom, ‘Kiss!’

  The response was instant as they pressed their lips together again, their breasts swelling together as they breathed deeply and swooned in each other’s arms, despite the nearby threat of the man. Then Susie yelped and jerked against her sister as the crop cut down and bit into her unprotected buttocks. But she stoically continued the kiss, knowing she had to. Then Sophie reacted in exactly the same way as she suffered a similar blow, the sheikh striking Susie with a forehand swipe and Sophie with an equally powerful backhand.

  The intensity of conflicting emotions and sensations made Susie’s head spin. She put an arm around Sophie’s narrow waist and squeezed her even closer as the crop cut into her bottom once again, but the burning line of pain suffused deliciously with the sheer ecstasy the gorgeous girl in her arms was evoking. Riding on a wave of desire she squeezed her free hand between them and cupped an adorable breast, feeling the rigid nipple burning into her palm beneath the soft material of her dress. Sophie shuddered in her arms, her panties warm and damp against Susie’s thigh, and Susie knew they were enjoying the intensity of the experience equally.

  ‘It is good,’ the sheikh encouraged them. ‘It is very good,’ and then the crop whistled again and Sophie spasmed in Susie’s arms, dreamily grinding against the thigh between her legs.

  Then Susie experienced a wave of disappointment as he eased them a little apart and broke their embrace. The dresses fell a little, swaying around their stockinged thighs, and he grasped Susie’s nearest wrist and pushed her hand into the humid shadows beneath Sophie’s skirt and between her thighs. Susie understood instantly, and tentatively cupped the damp silk snugly encasing Sophie’s hot sex, feeling the cushion of soft blonde hair within. Satisfied she was obeying his unspoken command, he let go and the red dress draped over her gently moving wrist. He stepped back, lifted her dress again, and swept the crop down onto her bottom and panties, avidly watching her flesh ripple under the cutting impact. Susie whimpered, a mixture of pain and rapture. He hit her again and she breathed deeply through her nose, her breasts swelling as she filled her lungs.

  Sophie was standing immobile, her eyes clamped shut, her hands balled into fists by her sides and her legs slightly apart, allowing the knowing fingers intimate access to her.

  The delicious vision and the feel of the slick flesh against her hand was all too much for Susie, and as the whip swept into her buttocks again she stiffened, held her breath for a moment, and then moaned as she climaxed uncontrollably.

  ‘Yes!’ the sheikh crowed triumphantly, sniggering with satisfaction.

  There was a long pause, during which Susie slowly drifted down from her pinnacle of bliss. When she opened her eyes again the sheikh was guiding Sophie down to her knees. He lifted the hem of Susie’s dress and made Sophie shuffle closer.

  ‘No...’ Susie managed feebly, but then she whimpered with hopeless yearning as she felt hot cheeks against her legs and the skirt fluttered down again, covering Sophie’s blonde hair. The man sniggered again, nudged Susie’s feet apart with the toe of a shoe, and she stiffened with anticipation as she felt soft warm lips nuzzle against her thigh, just above the lacy top of her stockings. The lips inched gingerly upward, kissing experimentally, and then Susie felt them against the front of her panties and couldn’t suppress a groan of desire. He hit her bottom again with the crop and she jerked, feeling Sophie’s delectable little nose nudge against her. A tongue probed, and then pushed her sodden panties between her labia, immediately finding her pulsing clitoris. Unable to resist, Susie put her limp hands on the head burrowed between her thighs and encouraged her closer, feeling the wonderful tongue growing more and more adventurous. She knew she could take little more before she climaxed yet again. The sheikh pressed up close behind her and she felt his erection straining through his trousers and her dress against her bottom. Hands covered her breasts and brusque fingers pinched her aching nipples.

  ‘This I like very much,’ he croaked in her ear. ‘This I want more.’ Then he pulled her back to the bed, leaving Sophie looking bewildered where she knelt, and made Susie sit on the edge of the mattress. He signalled to Sophie and she obediently shuffled forward, between the shapely thighs he’d already nudged apart for her.

  Susie sat spellbound, the skirt of her dress stretched tight across the tops of her widespread thighs, the lacy bands of her dark stockings encompassing the milky limbs. The sheikh placed a possessive hand on Sophie’s head and pushed her down and forward, and Susie swooned again as warm breath wafted against her naked flesh and those pouting lips brushed lightly over the taut front of her panties. Sophie grasped Susie’s calves for balance and started to lick with instinctive enthusiasm, her head gently bobbing.

  Without tearing his stare from the incredibly erotic tableau before him, the sheikh hastily tore off his jacket and trousers and kicked off his shoes. In his haste he didn’t bother with his shirt, merely loosening his tie, and scrambled out of his underwear, the bulbous purple tip of his dark erection peeping from between his shirttails. Susie watched him vaguely, and in normal circumstances, had she not had the mouth of a beautiful girl working wonders between her legs, she would have thought how comical he looked, mouth agape, eyes bulging, black socks still on. Without wasting a second he squatted behind the alluring bottom of Sophie, lifted it a little, positioning the perfect twin globes just so, folded her skirt up onto her hips, and waddled forward on his knees.

  Susie felt the lips caressing the slick mound of her sex freeze as she watched the man pulling Sophie’s panties aside, his bearded chin on his chest as he concentrated on what he was doing. Then she gasped in unison with the muffled sound from Sophie as he held his shirttails apart with one hand and his erection with the other, aimed, and then shunted his hips with an accompanying grunt. Sophie’s face was buried deeper between Susie’s trembling thighs as he set about fucking her erratically, his excitement clearly getting the better of him. It was all becoming way too much for Susie as the adorable tongue pressed again, worming her clinging silk panties deep into her sex, and she fell back, taking her weight on her elbows, her head lolling back and her blonde hair sweeping the bed. Groaning deep in her throat, her back arched, her breasts lifted, straining against the tight black of the dress, the outline of her erect nipples protruding through the material, she orgasmed again, totally unable to hold back.

  Presented with such an incredible image of undiluted passion, the sheikh could take no more and ejaculated fiercely inside Sophie, triggering her orgasm so that she wailed uncontrollably, her flushed face
still buried between Susie’s quivering thighs.

  Susie collapsed back onto the bed and gazed up through misty eyes at the ceiling, Sophie’s head now resting wearily on her tummy. She reached down blindly and affectionately stroked her sister’s lustrous hair, soothing the both of them.

  For long dreamy minutes the only sound in the room was the collective slowing of their breathing.

  Then Susie felt the mattress dip a little and an extra weight across one leg. She lifted her head and saw the sheikh was leaning across Sophie’s back and rummaging in his case again with one hand, the case lying close by Susie’s shoulder. As he searched he looked down at her with intent, smiling wolfishly. Susie’s gaze followed his arm to where the wrist disappeared inside the case, and her eyes opened wider as it re-emerged, the lid falling shut and making her blink, and he was holding a large dildo with an array of straps over her face.

  ‘You will fuck now,’ he informed her in a hoarse whisper.

  Susie shook her head in disbelief. Surely he’d had enough. Was he insatiable?

  The sheikh struggled to his feet, his wet penis now limp between his legs, and finally took off his shirt and tie, revealing a large belly that suggested a life of overindulgence. Sophie stirred and sat back on her haunches, a rosy glow to her cheeks and her lovely blonde hair slightly unruly. Susie sat up, cupped her face, and gave her a sisterly kiss on the forehead. ‘We’re not finished yet,’ she whispered.

  The sheikh signalled for Susie to move towards the centre of the bed and lie back. The mattress sank as she obediently did as he demanded, her weight on her elbows and her legs still apart. He then told them in his guttural tones to take off their knickers, and Sophie was also told to remove her dress. Susie was to keep hers on, and she guessed he was the type who found females as much a turn on in sexy clothing as naked.

  Then Sophie stood quietly with a bemused look on her face while he methodically attached the inert phallus to her, adjusting the straps until he was satisfied all was in order. Despite the severity of their ongoing predicament, Susie’s insides melted when she gazed up at Sophie, standing over her with her breasts rising and falling gently as she breathed a little anxiously, the shapely sweep of her waist, and the length of plastic jutting obscenely from between her thighs.

  Then the sheikh uttered another harsh command and Sophie knelt on the edge of the bed between Susie’s spread legs. The busy sheikh grabbed a pillow and managed to stuff it beneath Susie’s bottom, lifting her in readiness. There was an air of acceptance about Sophie, and without any further instructions she lowered herself, breasts sinking onto Susie’s. She fumbled with one hand, and then Susie’s mouth slowly fell open as she felt the dildo penetrate her with one long thrust of Sophie’s hips. Sophie gazed down at her, concentration etched on her face as she initially struggled with the unfamiliar act.

  The man sniggered with joy, retrieved the crop from where it had been discarded on the carpet, and set about encouraging the two girls to fuck by rhythmically beating Sophie’s poor bottom. Very quickly the girl’s passions were boiling and their lips met in a crushing kiss, their tongues stabbing into each other’s mouths in unison with the pumping plastic and sweeping crop. Now the room was filled with the sounds of the hissing crop slashing into quivering flesh and urgent pants as the girls deliriously encouraged each other on to greater efforts.

  Clearly finding it all too much once again, the man dropped the crop, lumbered onto the bed behind Sophie and eased her buttocks apart. Sophie broke away from the kiss and Susie could see the surprise in her eyes. ‘No... not there...’ Sophie whispered, and then her eyes closed and she feverishly clamped her lips back to Susie’s, and Susie just knew the beast had sunk his cock into her sister’s bottom. As they kissed she opened her eyes a fraction and could see him looming over them, sweat beading on his brow and chest and a look of pure concentration on his face as he struggled to control himself in the tight confines of her sister’s tight rear passage. Then the enormity of the encounter washed over her and she came, shuddering in ecstasy as Sophie came too, and the man could no longer deny himself and squealed like a pig as he too erupted.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The sheikh lounged in the chair in a quilted bathrobe, a crystal glass of scotch in one hand, his bare outstretched legs resting on the footstool. A lewd grin split his dense beard as he spoke in his native tongue into a mobile phone, his eyes crawling disgustingly over Susie and Sophie as he clearly gloated to an acquaintance about his afternoon of sexual distractions.

  The two girls lay on the bed in each other’s arms, Susie watching him with distaste, a drowsy Sophie resting her head on Susie’s chest, her hair being stroked.

  The conversation over, he flipped the phone shut, placed it on the occasional-table, swallowed his drink in one, and stood up. He walked casually across to where they lay, and Susie cringed as she thought it was all about to start again. As he reached the side of the bed, close to Susie’s face, he parted the robe and indicated his flaccid penis.

  ‘I go for shower, now,’ he said. ‘When I come back you worship me again.’ He lifted his penis, sniggering childishly. ‘You kiss it and put it in your mouth, and then I do to you what I do to your sister just now...’ he licked his lips. ‘I like your bottom very much too.’

  Susie couldn’t believe their ordeal wasn’t yet over.

  He went into the adjoining bathroom, humming tunelessly, and she wondered what on earth she should do now she’d at last found Sophie. She looked around the room hopelessly, and then her gaze fell upon the mobile phone...

  ‘Sophie,’ she whispered, gently shaking her shoulder, barely daring to believe the opportunity that may have just presented itself. ‘Sophie,’ she said again, more urgently.

  ‘Mm?’

  ‘Sophie, do you know where this place is?’ she asked, her pulse beginning to race.

  Sophie lifted her cheek from the warm comfort of Susie’s soft breast. ‘Yes, of course I do,’ she said. ‘Raoul trusts me - I’m one of his favourites.’

  ‘Oh, you wonderful girl!’ Susie beamed, and gave her sister a huge kiss...

  Five minutes later both girls were dressed, and Sophie waited by the bedroom door while Susie carefully put the phone back from just where she’d picked it up. They could hear the shower water still cascading and the odious sheikh still humming out of tune. Slipping from the bedroom, they darted stealthily across the reception room to the door. Susie grasped the handle, still a little unsure of how to get away from the house, but with adrenaline coursing through her veins.

  ‘Are you ready?’ she whispered, and Sophie nodded. ‘Come on then,’ she said, and turned the handle.

  But the door wouldn’t move.

  ‘What’s the matter?’ Sophie asked, concern evident in her voice.

  ‘It... it won’t open,’ Susie said, trying the door again - and again in increasing earnest.

  ‘Well, well, well,’ Raoul tutted, and the two girls spun round, the colour draining from their faces. ‘What a huge disappointment you both are.’ He was smiling enigmatically, sitting in a high wing-backed leather chair, screened from their view as they’d crept across the room. ‘Thank goodness for intuition,’ he continued smoothly, toying with a key, eyeing the two girls pressing back against the door, ‘because I had a feeling something like this would occur.’

  He stood and smoothed down his dark tunic. ‘Now,’ he went on, ‘if you’d both follow me,’ and he turned and went back into the bedroom.

  By the time the fearful girls joined him the sheikh was there too, looking a little bemused in the bathrobe, his hair damp and in need of a comb.

  ‘Look, we - ’ Susie started desperately, not really sure of what she was going to say, but Raoul silenced her with a fierce glare.

  ‘We’ll talk about where you thought you were going or what you thought you were going to do a little later,’
he said calmly. ‘But in the meantime I believe you owe my esteemed guest an apology.’

  The sheikh babbled something to him, clearly unsure of what was occurring, but Raoul answered him briefly and turned back to Susie and Sophie. ‘A little indication of your remorse for behaving so rudely would be appropriate, don’t you think?’ he said, and then the sheikh followed his invitation to sit on the edge of the bed.

  ‘But this time I’ll stay and make sure you pay him the proper respect due,’ he added, and sat in the empty chair, casually crossing his legs. ‘Well? We’re waiting.’

  Both girls looked at the sheikh, then at Raoul, and then back to the sheikh. Susie knew it was hopeless, and her stomach churned at the prospect of what might happen once they’d followed Raoul’s orders. She took Sophie’s hand, gave it a squeeze of encouragement, and led her over to the sitting Arab. They knelt, and Susie took the lead, reaching for the sash at his waist and tugging it loose. The robe fell open to reveal his already stiffening cock lying amongst his black pubic bush. Gulping nervously, she took the column of flesh in her hand, lifted the bulbous helmet, and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the task.

  The sheikh obviously savoured the reluctance etched on their faces, for his cock expanded to full erection in Susie’s fingers and before their eyes.

  ‘Let me,’ Sophie volunteered in hushed tones, and Susie watched as her lovely innocent face slowly sank towards the man’s hairy groin, her lips peeling apart as they touched the pulsing tip. Susie held it for her, and the man exhaled heavily as Sophie’s warm wet mouth closed over him.

  Susie raised her gaze and looked at Raoul, throwing him a silent challenge, warning him that revenge would be hers. But he merely returned the look, arrogant amusement dancing in his eyes...

  And then he tensed, cocking his head slightly, hearing something that hadn’t yet reached Susie’s ears. But a second later she heard it too.