Deadly Teenage Girls
Copyright© Jim P 2015
Chapter 2: Bad girls
The Moroccan
“Jeez man! They are just girls. Stop playing around and fecking kill them or you’re a dead man walking” the Moroccan yelled. He fell silent as the red-head and blonde approach with wry smiles upon their lips. Both stand before him staring silently for a few moments as he hungrily ran his eyes over them lingering over the bottom part of their tight buttocks not covered by their short jackets and their sensational legs. “The dirty old sod is eyeing us up” states Eleanor. “Girls you must help me” he pleads “I will give you a million euros if you cut me down and let me of out here”
“Pah! My daddy wouldn’t even get out of bed for that little” Eleanor replied. Moving close the blonde pressed her nubile young body against his while staring with her blue eyes. “Orr!” he gasped as her knee slid between his legs and slowly moved back and forth as she spoke in a hard-edged voice that could cut glass. “We know who you are” “Orrrr!” he moaned softly at the sensation of the nylon-sheathed upper leg and the pressure of the teen beauty’s body against his. “You’re just the count’s hired help who became greedy and got caught”. He let out a sigh of disappointment as she lowered her knee and stepped back to stand next to Rose. Fixing him with a smouldering look, their hands went to the black belts around their slim waists and loosened them. His eyes widened and his breathing deepened as their gi jackets fell open wide revealing the sensual firm fit bodies beneath. Wearing only small white lacy bras over their developing breasts, each sported a taut tone belly with a feint grid-work of abdominal muscles that were the result of top personal trainers. Their pantyhose was so sheer that skimpy thong panties were visible. “Orrrrr” he groaned softly, the posh teenagers had become very desirable women.
“What’s the matter, Mister big-shot? You’re shaking already and we haven’t even touched you” the blonde purred in a soft seductive tone that made his dick lurch in pure lust. Slowly they slink towards him, their fit firm bodies swaying as they move. The man’s eyes lustfully took in their curves and followed how the gusset of their hose vanished between their sexy legs. “Huh huh huh!” he panted as the front of his trousers rose like a tent. “Orrrrrr! Please, be my mistress. Both of you. A million euros, two million. Orrr! Five million euros to be my mistress. Each! All of you”. Eleanor presses her sexy body against his, staring right into his eyes. “Why you’re trembling. Does my young fit body scare you?” she purrs seductively. “Ohh ohhh ohhh” he moaned. “An old man like you wouldn’t stand a chance against just one of us fit young girls” Rose purred also pressing her body against his. “Orrrrr!” “We’ll leave you a completely humiliated spunk covered mess without you even laying a finger on us” the blonde said in a voice full of seductive promise. “I love teasing a man like you. Hearing your pathetic groans as your body twitches uncontrollably as your dick spurts cum over and over into your pants until you are completely drained” Rose purred. Both girls wriggled their sexy bodies against him all the while staring right into his eyes. His breath became shorter as his body writhed against its elasticated restrains. “NNNnnnaargh!” The Moroccan moaned. “Nnnnarr!” his body jerks while the girls break into loud laughter. “Nnnnaarrr!” “No way! He’s actually done it!” Eleanor chuckled. “He’s just filled his pants just by standing next to him. It’s so funny!” Rose laughed with hilarity.
With an amused smirk of pure arrogant superiority, each girl re-ties the black belt around her slender waist, enough to hold the white gi jacket in place but loose enough that the lapels of the jacket hang open proudly showing a skimpy bra and taut toned belly. It was a sight to get any straight man hard, even for The Moroccan who had just ejaculated. Standing right before him, the two teen temptresses noticed and turned to look at each other with wicked smiles. “Being rich means never having to saying you’re sorry” Eleanor stated. “Feminist kicks!” Rose exclaimed with excitement. “Together!” both squealed gleefully then turned to face the man hanging spread-eagled in rubberised bindings. “Ten million Euros each, please let me go” he begged. Both girls just laughed with contempt. Turning around the teens pressed their tight compact backsides against his crotch and laughed manically as they rubbed their sexy peaches up and down. “Orrrr!” he groaned as his ardour stiffened uncontrollably. “Careful or he might cum again” Eleanor chuckled. He gasped as Rose slipped her hand back and boldly squeezed the bulge in the front of his trousers. “PHROAR! Good and hard enough for us already!” she laughed. Moving forwards slightly to create space, they nodded to each other. “HAI!” they screamed in unison “No!” the man screamed as twin tan streaks slammed backwards. BERLAM! “Eeeeeiii!” he screamed as their nylon-clad soles thundered on either side of his groin trapping his balls and dick like a walnut caught between hammer and anvil.
As his pain-racked body bounced back and forth in his restraints. The girls faced him each with one leg slightly bent, seductively running their hands over the high-sheen nylon sheathing their sexy thighs. “Do you like football, Mister big-shot?” Rose asked the agony-ridden man. “This is the kind of football we love” Eleanor chuckled. “HAI!” they screamed together as a synchronised kick flashed forwards like a dual lightning strike. Each girl drove her toes hard down each side of his scrotum with precision, meeting together at the base of his ball-sack in painful unison. WHUMP! “Arrggghh!” The teens laughed with great mirth as the crime overload rocked back and forth in his stretchy restraints, his eyes screwed tight and his mouth wide open in a silent scream of agony. “Oh that was a good one” Rose said between laughs. “Do you think that smashed the transmitter he had surgically inserted down there?” asked Eleanor her hand absent-mindedly pulling the hem of her jacket up over her right hip flaunting a curvaceous figure that the man was in no state to appreciate. “We’d better make sure. Better safe than sorry” the red-head chuckled in reply.
Alan
Across the room I saw two beautiful posh teens in very revealing gi jackets go absolutely ballistic on the boss. They blasted him with synchronised kick after kick into his groin with such ball-aching brutality that he was flying back fast until his restraints snapped him back the other way right into the next double ball-bust from his sexy tormentors. All the while they laughed loudly with tears of mirth rolling down their pretty cheeks. Jeez! powerless to defend himself or protect his groin, these girls looked as if they intended to castrate him with their sexy nylon-clad feet.
“Going somewhere, big boy?” the slim beautiful Veronique blocked my path as I stepped forwards to rescue the boss from a ball-pasting. “HAI!” BLAM! In an instant I’m kissing nylon as her sole hammers my mouth even before I can move. “Argh!” crap! She’s fast. “YAH!” BLAM! BLAM! The top of her foot slams my face hard to the left then to the right by the returning sole knocking my senses into a daze. “Look at your boyfriend now, Elena. HAI!” a brief glimpse of gusset as another lightning fast bolt streaks towards me. BERLAM! sharp aching pain throbs through my face as her hard sole pounds my face once more like a meat tenderiser. “Too much of a wimp to save you” she laughs.
“HAI!” I yell ignoring the pain to deliver a brutally fast round-kick of my my own. “YAH!” WHAM! A foot unexpectedly lances in from the side powering into the side of my jaw. “Arghh!” in horror I feel my lower jaw brutally driven into the upper cutting my lips whipping my head back with the taste of blood in my mouth and a glimpse of chubby-faced Adriana. I curse myself for letting her creep up on me like that. Two teenage girls stand in front of me in fighting stances, with very short gi jackets and sensational legs clad in tan nylon. I had to get my strikes in to take them out fast. “YAH!” I blast out a roundhouse. THUD! I’m shocked to find it blocked by Veronique’s sleek right leg. “HAI!” WHUMP “Orragh!” Adriana’s shin slammed across my gut like a crow-bar. “YAH!” WHAP! “YAH!” BAM! Veronique’s foot blasted my cheek followed a fraction of a second later by her friend’s foot pounding my mouth. “HAI!” “YAH!” BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! all I can see are sexy long nylon-sheathed legs and gussets as the teens pound me with a non-stop barrage of lightning-fast kicks to my face that mashes it turning it into a bruised and bleeding mess. Shockingly it only lasted a few seconds but I’m left shaking and utterly destroyed by these sexy legged girls. I’m shocked to find my dick rigid while my head is punch-drunk knowing that the next kick will send me to the mat a bloody ruined mess, but it doesn’t come.
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