It was the third week of January and the nights were noticeably lighter, although the cold easterly wind made spring feel like a distant hope. The sky was a combination of lead and ochre, foretelling a fine morning as Katie and Daisy emerged from their hairdressers. They had decided on a change of appearance; Daisy opting for a darker rinse, making her a coppery brunette, while Katie was sporting chestnut extensions. Neither were permanent, but they wanted to surprise David, given that he had requested a schoolgirl fantasy for their next visit. They figured that a new look would enhance the experience, so that on one level, they would be two 'new' girls.
The girls had both enjoyed their first session with their client, when they had assumed the role of his naughty secretaries, giving him a striptease and blowjob that he would never forget. The two teens had discussed their role as his 'Personal Assistants' in detail. Daisy and Katie were bright, clever and resourceful and at a thousand pounds a week each, they had the incentive to give him a first class service without cutting any corners. The high fee demanded attention to detail and they wanted to make sure that David got his money's worth, down to the last penny. Most of all, they wanted David to be satisfied, not just sexually, but in every way.
After their first session, over coffee he admitted that he had had to think twice about entering into the agreement at all. It wasn't just that he treasured the memories of his late wife, but the idea of exchanging money for sex was something he viewed with uneasy ambivalence. In the end, he ignored any moral quarms and decided to 'bite the bullet.' Katie sought to reassure him, and confessed that they had not been one hundred percent honest with him. This wasn't a career choice for them. She explained how they had identified potential customers and that they had settled on him. They had received some interest from potential clients, but she just told people that she and Daisy had enough work now. Discovering that he wasn't having to share them was 'A relief', he said. For their part, they weren't greedy, they just wanted to put their talents to good use, while securing their own financial stability. Before arriving at their current project, they had briefly toyed with setting up an OnlyFans account, but they were concerned with the risk of their folks finding out and they wondered if the OnlyFans bubble had burst anyway and wouldn't be as lucrative.
Their plan was for their schoolgirls fantasy to be particularly intense and they had explored a number of scenarios that they would play out 'in character.' They were happy to continue with role play or just be themselves, as long as he let them know at the end of each session so they had time to prepare. They were not entering into this half-cocked and David understood that providing the ultimate erotic experience required the finesse, which their fee would suggest. They had also hinted that any extra tips that he might wish to give would be gratefully received.
On the Saturday, the girls arrived a few minutes past the appointed hour. They parked up and walked down the driveway, the limestone pebbles crunching underfoot as a thrush sang a melody from one of the conifers in their client's remarkable garden. After a single clang of his doorbell, David let them in. As usual the girls were duffled up, the weather still not clement enough for them to dispense with their winter coats.
"Sorry we're late Sir," said Daisy, we were half way here and I realised I'd left my Maths homework in my room."
"Well, not to worry, you're here now."
"The head mistress said you wanted us to see us about something?" Inquired Katie.
"Ah yes, the head mistress, that's right."
The girls unzipped their coats and lay them on the little antique cupboard by the reception room door.
David was about to speak but stopped in his tracks. Firstly, the blonde and redhead that he knew had been replaced by a couple of brunettes. He had expected a St. Trinian's style outfit, but in front of him were teen girls in crisp school uniforms. There were no ostentatiously short skirts, pony tails or straw hats. They were perfectly demure sixth formers. The girls smiled at him bashfully, an anomalous combination of raw sex appeal and innocence. David was instantly aware of their sweet scent, a mixture of freesia and bubble gum. His eyes wandered down to their dark blue skirts, a respectable length, but leaving a few inches of creamy white flesh above their navy socks. Their blouses were white, neatly buttoned, and finished off with ties of diagonal red and navy stripes.
David was shocked, appalled even by the degree of lust that Daisy and Katie induced. But here he was, his mouth dry and his cock stiffening by the pure beauty of the two girls amid the elegance of their uniform.
"Are we in a lot of trouble, Sir?" Asked Katie.
"Let's go to my office and discuss it there."
David led them through to his study and instructed them to wait by the desk.
"I just need to dig out my files, I've not had time to read the Headmistress's memo yet."
He sat on one of his office chairs and leafed through some papers. He turned and his eyes were drawn again involuntarily to the exposed flesh of their legs. His eyes moved to their tops, the cotton of their blouses wonderfully intruded upon by the contours of their breasts.
"Oh, I don't seem to be able to find the memo, perhaps you can remind me."
Daisy and Katie looked at each other, and returned a guilty look to their host.
"It's our knickers, Sir," confessed Daisy.
"Yes, Mrs Archer the PE teacher noticed. She reported us to the Head Mistress and well here we are," added Katie.
"And what about your undergarments?"
"They're a little... revealing?" Said Katie, giggling.
"Katie!" Daisy, reproached.
"I see. I'm sure you know the governors take a dim view of departure from the standard," said David, his cock hardening further as he spoke.
"Yes, Sir," the girls said simultaneously.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?"
The two schoolgirls looked at their feet regretfully.
"It won't happen again, Sir," they said quietly.
"Speak up!"
"It won't happen again." "Sir."
"Hmmm..."
There was a pause as David, considered the situation.
"Are you going to have to inspect them?" Asked Daisy.
David gulped.
"Yes, I think I should."
David pushed against his desk, the casters of the chair bringing him to within inches of the two teens.
For a moment he simply looked up at the girls, who glanced back waiting for him to pass judgement.
At first he played with the hems of their skirts, delighted with the way their peachy behinds pushed out the pleats at the back. He slid a hand inside each girls' inner thigh savouring the heat of their legs, which sent shockwaves of arousal through his body. The intrusion of their privacy - their skirts rising on his wrists as his hands glided along the silkiness of their skin was a massive turn on. Lifting Daisy's skirt he drew breath at the sight of her amazing ass, the white panties barely covering her cheeks. He slid a finger inside the cotton, her butt flesh flawless and deliciously exposed behind her inadequate underwear. Letting her skirt go, he turned his attention to Katie. Her panties were pale pink, with the words 'juicy' emblazoned across them. Putting a finger inside the top of her knickers he twanged the elastic and gave one buttock a sharp slap with the back of his hand, producing a satisfyingly rosy glow. He then held up Daisy's skirt again and after studying her gorgeous arse gave each buttock a harder smack. Daisy made an appreciative 'Oooh,' as David nipped the flesh where he had left a crimson mark.
"I see what your teacher means," he said. "But I can't really inspect them with your skirts on. Can you remove them, please?
