The Agency Ch. 07 - An Epilogue

"Monique!" I said loudly, shocking her into attention, "don't just lie there. Get up here and clean up your friend."

I grabbed both Miranda's nipples and squeezed.

"And you," I said as she stirred back into life, "don't forget what you're here for."

Slowly the two girls came back to life. I felt a lethargic tongue begin to work on my pussy. Gradually, it grew more eager and soon a hand reached round and joined it. The tongue traced the full length of my slit and then pushed inside me. The hand flicked at my clit sending waves of pleasure through me. Monique had uncurled and was now kneeling up. She pulled down Miranda's thong and threw it away. Her head came forward and she started to lick up Miranda's cum like a cat eager to enjoy some spilled cream. I felt the brief pause from Miranda's tongue when she felt Monique starting but she soon resumed on her worship of my pussy.

When I came it was with such force that I nearly fell off the bed. It was lucky I had a good hold on Miranda's nipples so that I could support and steady myself again. I might have gripped them too tightly, but she made no complaint. The tongue on my pussy eased off but kept going while I recovered. When it resumed properly it was now venturing as far as my anus. I felt a climax rising again and I braced myself. My first cum had been major and the second was even better. I allowed myself to fall sideways onto the bed and I heard Miranda gasp for air now that she had been released. That gasp was quickly followed by others which quickened in pace as she focussed on what Monique was doing.

Watching a girl have an orgasm is as good as having or giving one, especially as I was still bathed in the euphoria of mine. Handfuls of Monique's hair were gripped as her head was pulled in tight and Miranda erupted. I'm not what is commonly called a 'squirter' although there have been times. That night I felt a mixture of being jealous of Miranda and pity for Monique as she was held in place and tried to cope with the gushing that came from Miranda. I hoped I wouldn't have to explain the state of the bed to the management in the morning. Miranda thrashed violently and I hoped Monique wasn't in danger. I was too far gone to intervene, so I let things take their course.

Slowly Miranda subsided and sunk back into the bed. Her fists released their grip in Monique's hair and at last she could lift her head and gasp in lungfuls of fresh air. She glanced at me and caught me grinning and looked puzzled until it slowly dawned on her that she must look a mess. Her face and hair were drenched, and small locks were plastered to her face. She scraped them to one side and looked up at the naked figure above her. Slowly she crawled up the length of Miranda's body and started to kiss and lick at her face. Miranda revived and started to do the same to Monique. They seemed to relish the sexual cocktails they found.

They began to get more passionate and soon they were kissing like long lost lovers. I was happy to let them get on with it. I was exhausted from my busy day and my two orgasms had taken it out of me. I was content to watch them play together. They were so much better than the badly acted porn movies I sometimes resorted to on nights like this. Gradually Monique changed position until the two girls were in the classic 69. They were both hungry for more, especially Monique who had some catching up to do.

From my vantage point I could see little of what Monique was doing but I could clearly see the hunger with which Miranda devoured the offered pussy, savouring the taste of cum like a fine meal. I wasn't sure but I had the feeling that this wasn't the first time the two of them had done this. I didn't care, it was just such a pleasure watching them play together. The muffled moans and groans coming from Monique, buried as she was between Miranda's thighs grew louder and more insistent. With beautiful timing Miranda pushed a finger deep inside Monique's asshole making her lift her head and shriek. I hoped the rooms were well sound proofed as the piercing noise echoed round the room. Miranda eagerly devoured every drop. I had the feeling, from when she had made me cum, that she wasn't going to stop, and I was right. Monique was given no time to recover before Miranda plunged in again. The finger was still in her ass and she was now moving it in and out, slowly fucking her anus. Monique managed to refocus on the pussy below her and tried to match stroke for stroke. This time the girls came together. I'd long stopped caring about disturbing any other guests and let them be as loud as they wanted.

Little by little they calmed down. Monique turned her head to one side so that she could breathe more easily and looked in my direction and grinned. If anything, her face was even more of a mess and any makeup she wore had become adorably smudged. I smiled back at her. I adore the look of a girl when she's had the time of her life as these two had. She rolled off Miranda and turned around to join us. She muttered something about needing a shower, but I said no. I wanted to go to sleep, one on either side of me, suffused with the heady scent of sex. Together we crawled under the covers and I put an arm round each of them. I kissed them both goodnight and they leaned over me to do the same to each other. I smiled and closed my eyes and was asleep before they'd settled back down.

I slept like a baby that night and woke to find them both still there, snuggled into me. I would have loved to have carried on, but I glanced at the bedside clock and realised I'd massively overslept. I quickly scrambled over Monique and went for a shower. I came back and hurriedly dressed in my business suit. I flung yesterday's clothes in my small hold-all before I hunted round the room for two thongs. When I found them, they were still damp and smelled wonderful. I threw them into the hold-all and closed it up. They would make very nice souvenirs.

Both girls were now awake. I had yet to broach the delicate subject of payment. I knew what Mrs.B had suggested as a suitable sum and guessed that was what Miranda would be expecting. Although Monique wasn't part of the deal, I thought she more than deserved the same. Miranda managed to find her clutch bag amongst the debris of the room and took out a slim card reader. She pushed my card in and started to press buttons. I turned to Monique.

"You deserve a reward as much as Miranda," I told her, "but I have no cash. I promise I will go to a cash machine this morning, but I have to leave town this afternoon. I can leave it at the restaurant for you."

I hesitated and was interrupted by Miranda. "You could add it onto mine," she offered, "and I can pass it on."

"It's honestly not necessary, Miss," chipped in Monique, "I had such fun."

"Nonsense," I said putting my foot down, "if you trust Miranda then we'll do it her way."

After some more assurances from both of them that was how we ended. I kissed them both and promised I would be back in town in a couple of weeks. I told them that the room was paid up to twelve o'clock, so they had plenty of time to clean up. I didn't mention the underwear I had pinched. I'm sure they would have a giggle over it when they found out.

Having done my duty by the girls I went down, paid my bill and returned the key. They were very aloof and sneering when I told them that my 'friend' was still in the room but would be out by noon and that she was not to be disturbed. I forgot to mention that there were two of them. I found a different hotel after that, just as luxurious but far more tolerant. We never repeated that night although I plan to do so in the future. I've used Miranda again but took her to a different restaurant. Meeting Mrs.B has changed my life.

The End. (definitely this time.)