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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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AMSTERDAM DAMSELS
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Chapter Three
We rode in a limo. It travelled fast. We drove at Autobahn speeds.
In back we sat quietly together, the three of us, watching a tv screen.
There was a game show on, where young female contestants were relieved
of their clothing. It was from Italy. Alex wanted to fuck but Kali told him
he must wait.
ÒYou must learn to conserve your strength sir, not always popping
off at every moment,Ó she consoled him. Her hand massaged his lap, his
lump. Alex groaned and seemed to want to do something very bad in his
pants. I sat with my bare hiney on the leather, my pussy hidden by the
crease of my rucked up skirt. Kali, her own dress hiked up in back, sat
with her pink panties pressing into the seat. Alex seemed to like this,
though we gave him no more favors, saving ourselves for later.
Our dresses neatly restored, if only for a moment, we knocked at the
given address. It was a modest house, decent and law-abiding by all
outward appearances. A woman greeted us, let us in. She had raven black
hair and sultry eyes. She was dressed in jeans, torn at the knees. She
wore a midriff, too short. Underneath its ragged hem the undersides of
her breasts showed, bare and free. They jiggled. I caught sight of her
areolaes, the lower part. Just above her nipples indented the fabric. Her
hair was swept up, elegantly, in sharp contrast to her informal duds. I
guessed sheÕd just slipped them on, to answer our knock.
ÒHi!Ó she said. Her voice was bright. She brushed a strand of ebony
hair from her eyes. She looked as if sheÕd just come from the gym, was
still winded.
ÒIÕm Kali,Ó my blonde friend greeted her. Gracefully she handed the
woman AlexÕs American Express card.
ÒOh yes,Ó the gypsy girl, gypsy woman replied. She seemed almost
as young as Kali, now that I could see her more closely. We shuffled
inside the house. She closed the front door behind us. She was 22, 23 I
guessed. She ran the card quickly, handed it back with a receipt. She was
efficient. Business should not interfere too long with pleasure. ÒIÕm
Cybil,Ó she added. Only her first name. Kali introduced myself and Alex.
ÒI can lock up your valuables for you,Ó Cybil told us. We gave her our
important things and she wrote them neatly out on a receipt. Then she
opened a small safe sitting in the corner of the room. Inside there were
separate drawers. She placed our things in one, together with our receipt.
I wished I could check myself inside, knew it was impossible. Only the
front door could offer escape now. Cybil had locked it when she shut it.
The safe shut with a bang. Cybil twirled the combination lock. She
turned to us. Her breasts brimmed underneath her shorn-off tee. I looked
apprehensive.
ÒYouÕre new?Ó Cybil asked me. She could tell Kali was experienced.
They were sisters in crime, the two of them, even though theyÕd never met
before. I nodded.
ÒDonÕt worry, pain can be a great release,Ó Cybil said to me.
ÒShe has the ass for it,Ó Kali smiled. Cybil walked partway behind
me, admired my seat.
ÒOh, yeah!Ó Cybil said. ÒRound as an apple. IÕd love to polish that!Ó
She hooked her thumbs in the worn waistline of her jeans. They were
unbelted. I wondered where her belt was, if someone was using it. On
someone like me. Cybil tossed her head, clearing her eyes. Her hair was
loosely piled. ÒCome, IÕll serve you tea before you get started. It will
heat you up,Ó she smiled.
We passed down a hall to a sitting room. A fire crackled in one
corner, tossing out shadows. There were three chairs, overstuffed, one
too few for me. At CybilÕs urging I knelt on the floor, beside Kali. Rice
cakes were brought by a maid. Kali took mine and made me nibble it from
her palm.
ÒShe feeds well,Ó Cybil said of me, observing. Tea was served. The
cups were delicate, lavender-colored. ÒThey are from before the war,Ó
Cybil said. ÒI use only the finest. DonÕt drop them, handle them carefully.
I would have to bill you a lot if you broke one.Ó I didnÕt have to worry.
Kali had me sip from her cup. We shared. She held the cup and I drank,
savoring the brew. The steam, curling up, tickled my nose.
Alex, seated behind my back, bent down and lifted up my skirt.
Carefully he tucked its tail under the edge of my corset, to keep it up. My
bottom reared, naked and exposed, a big bulb, cloven. It shone whitely in
the firelight. I saw a many-thonged whip lying atop the mantelpiece. Its
thongs hung down, web-like, the flicking fire arching up behind them.
ÒShe will make a delicious pet,Ó Cybil observed, gazing at me, as if I
were nothing but a kitty in a store window.
ÒYes,Ó Kali murmured, sipping her tea.
ÒAre you ready?Ó Cybil asked at length. Kali, Alex nodded. I kept my
chin still. My consent was not needed, perhaps not even wanted.
Cybil rose and led us down a hall. As we walked, a couple passed us.
They looked newly-dressed. Their clothes were slightly rumpled. ÒBye,Ó
they said to Cybil. ÒBye,Ó she replied. I passed them red-faced, my
bottom bare, not allowed to restore my dress. The man commented to his
wife that I had a Òwonderful arse.Ó
I thought then that we might be escorted into some kind of Dungeon
of Doom, Doom IV perhaps, complete with monsters wielding whips and
truncheons. Instead Cybil took us out back, into a leafy yard shaded from
the surrounding houses by big maples. Under the canopied spread of the
trees I saw you could do most anything you wanted, provided you didnÕt
play to loudly. I saw a cloth lying in the close-clipped grass, stepped over
it. A gag. Yes, thatÕs what it was. Cybil, following me, bent and picked it
up and slipped it quietly into the back pocket of her jeans. Perhaps she
expected to use it later. Or maybe she was just picking up. I felt the
self-conscious roll of my nude bottom cheeks as she guided us over to
three lawn chairs. Again, there was one too few for me.
ÒDown, Melody,Ó Cybil commanded. She pointed to a cushion on the
grass, beside a chair. Kali plopped into the chair, not bothering to tuck her
short skirt under her before sitting down. Her pantied ass rested on the
plastic strips of the chairÕs seat. Her panties were so small that they
could only keep the lower halves of her cheeks covered; though her skirt,
settling in folds over her crotch and rear, kept AlexÕs prying eyes from
discerning more.
Obediently I knelt on my cushion. I liked obeying, did not know why.
Alex seemed discomfited as he dropped into a chair near Kali. His pants
bulged more than ever. Cybil sat in a chair right next to his, placing him
very favorably between two females, with me at his knees. I was wedged
between his chair and KaliÕs, as if I were an afterthought. The sun,
though, just now settling into the treetops, lit me with its rays as well as
my Ôbetters,Õ illuminating most remarkably my bare bottom. I wished it
would hurry up and set, to hide my naughtiness in the oncoming night.
Cybil gazed up at the back of her house, as if beckoning our eyes to
follow. There were windows, some with curtains drawn, others with their
shades or blinds open. Hers was an old house, unique in its
characteristics, well-lived in. I imagined all the faces that had peered
out of those windows over the years. Even now some of CybilÕs other
guests might be looking out, watching us. Did they like my bottom? What
would they think of me if Alex put me over his knee and spanked me? Or
Kali? I shivered despite the warmth of the sunshine. Birds flitted in the
trees, calling, mating.
ÒNow Alex,Ó Cybil said, turning her eyes to him, stretched out in the
chair beside him. ÒAs a little boy, have you ever wanted to pull your thing
out and show it to people? To strangers?Ó Alex cleared his throat. He
seemed about to answer when, as if on cue, a maid came out, bringing us
lemonade. She was nine, no older. Alex pondered CybilÕs question as the
maid served us. She seemed as submissive as I. Quiet as a stealthy nymph
she brought three glasses on a tray, none for me. I was forgotten. She did
not remark on my presence. She was well-trained. Alex admired her in
her short little maidÕs dress. She returned to the house, her bottom
cheeks wiggling excessively, deliberately, flipping the tail of her skirt
around.
ÒHmmm?Ó Cybil asked Alex. Her eyes gazed meaningfully at his
tented crotch.
ÒWell...Ó Alex began. His hands clutched his chilly glass. I wanted
some lemonade, had no glass of my own. I tilted his glass to my lips and
sipped from his. The kitchen windows at the back of the house gazed at
us. I thought I saw a little head bob in one of them. Was it giggling?
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Kali said, speaking over my head. ÒYou do not need to
take your penis out. It would be most improper.Ó Her words seemed to
contradict Cybil, to clash with her over control of this handsome male in
our midst. ÒIf you do, though,Ó Kali continued, Òyou cannot put it back in.
And I assure you that I will have to punish it.Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Cybil said, piggybacking onto KaliÕs lewdness. They
were shrewd mistresses of this man in our midst; creative, impromptu in
their control. ÒAlex, youÕd best keep it tucked in where it belongs.
Because once you take your penis out, if you do, we will have to tell you
what to do with it. Have you ever been to a little girlÕs tea party, Alex?
Well, youÕre at one now, because there are three of us girls and only one of
you. None of us have penises, Alex, so please donÕt embarrass us by taking
out your thing. And especially donÕt take it out when my maid is serving
us. You would be very evil indeed to let a little girl see your big bad
penis.Ó
Alex harumphed. ÒWho is she, anyway? And what is she doing
here?Ó
ÒSheÕs my niece,Ó Cybil replied. ÒSheÕs only visiting for a day or
two. IÕve told everyone to be on their best behavior. That includes you,
Alex.Ó I did not know whether to belive Cybil. A nose pressed itself to
the glass of the kitchen window. How long had such a little waif lived
here? Alex seemed in turmoil. All his beliefs, all his morals, were on the
line now. Had Cybil planned this? Had Kali known? How could she? They
had just met. Yet their minds had woven together quickly, torturing Alex,
just as Kali had promised him, just as he had asked. Every chance event
was brought into play, used to mount his tension up higher.
ÒAh, youÕre nothing but cunts, all of you,Ó Alex said, and promptly
unzipped himself.
ÒAlex! Please donÕt be rude at our little party by showing us your
thing!Ó Cybil scolded. AlexÕs underpants bulged through the opening
created in his trousers.
ÒThere are people watching, Alex,Ó Kali warned. ÒNot just women,
but undoubtedly men too. Do you want them comparing themselves with
you? Do you want the females looking at your thing and sizing it up
against that of their own lover?Ó
ÒAlex, I expect you to behave properly at my little bed and
breakfast,Ó Cybil chimed in. ÒEspecially with my little niece present. It
would be very offensive for you to take out your manhood and show it off
in front of everybody.Ó
I looked up. I thought I saw a pair of eyes staring from an upstairs
window. Two more seemed to join them. The light was still bright
outside and I could not be sure... There were many watching perhaps, eyes
in each window, if they werenÕt busy. Resting between bouts of love they
gazed down upon us, remembering perhaps their own presentation in the
yard.
Pop! Alex opened his underpants and released himself. Like children,
Cybil and Kali emitted short screams. I joined them, relishing a loud
ÒEeek!Ó even as I marveled at the spectacle of AlexÕs throbbing cock.
ÒGod, thereÕs so much of it! It may take me hours to punish a big
piece of meat like that,Ó Kali swooned. I sipped again from AlexÕs glass,
raising my eyes to him as I received the lemony fluid on my tongue. It was
fresh, newly-squeezed.
Cybil took AlexÕs cock twixt her fingers, admired it in the sunlight.
She took his lemonade glass and smiled at him. Gently she thrust his big
manhood directly into the glass, letting the stinging, cold lemonade wash
over it. Alex grimaced, savoring the feeling even as it distressed him.
ÒNow drink it,Ó Cybil told me, taking out AlexÕs cock and passing the
lemonade glass over to me. I took it, feeling the wetness of the glass in
my palms. ÒDrink it all,Ó Cybil commanded. Working my throat, I gulped it
down.
Alex gazed bemused at his cock. It was wet, dripping. Cybil let it
stem freely in the air once more. I passed the empty lemonade glass to
her and she set it aside on the grass.
The maid returned. Alex stared in horror as she walked out, silent
but precociously wriggling, and bent over and picked up the glass. When
she stooped down I could see her undies. They were soft, cottony white. I
saw the inrolling of her little bottom cheeks, knew Alex did to.
ÒWhy do you allow her to be here?Ó Alex asked.
ÒShe is properly dressed sir. You are the one who is not,Ó Cybil
replied.
ÒDonÕt worry, I learned all about penises in elementary school,Ó the
maid replied. She presented herself to Alex, as if addressing Santa at
Christmas. Alex seemed to stiffen even more at the thought that she
might want to sit in his lap. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó the maid asked. ÒMineÕs
Becky.Ó
ÒAl-Ó he could not say more.
ÒAl Bundy? You sell shoes?Ó Becky giggled. She turned to Cybil.
ÒYour shirt looks like a bib,Ó she remarked.
ÒYes, dear, to catch sperm spills,Ó Cybil replied.
ÒOh, yes. I learned about that too,Ó Becky said, returning her eyes to
Alex. ÒPlease donÕt play with yourself, Al, because I learned that when
men play with themselves all this yucky white stuff shoots out!Ó
ÒDo you ever play with yourself, Becky?Ó Alex asked. His voice
trembled a little. It was a forbidden conversation. Janet Reno would not
have hesitated to arrest him.
ÒA little,Ó Becky said. Inspired, she put a hand between her legs and
rubbed herself. ÒEven though IÕm not supposed to.Ó She flashed a glance at
Cybil. Our hostess, however, had lifted up her top and was struggling to
free herself from it. Her breasts, unprotected now, jiggled softly on her
chest. Her nipples were as hard as my own.
ÒItÕs alright, dear,Ó Cybil said. She got off her shirt, tossed her
mane twice. It was lovely vampire hair, her breasts like Vampirella.
ÒWhy did you take off your bib, mommie?Ó Becky asked.
ÒSheÕs your daughter?Ó Alex groaned.
ÒNo, but I let her call me that,Ó Cybil replied.
ÒMy mommieÕs divorced,Ó Becky explained to Alex. Even as she spoke
she kept fondling herself. AlexÕs cock stuck up stiffly.
Cybil shook her breasts. ÒI just wanted my top off so I could enjoy
the last rays of the sun,Ó she said. Her breasts were snow white, they had
not been tanned at all, so far as I could see, though the rest of her was
lightly tanned. Perhaps she wanted to catch up on the places the sun had
missed. It was too late, though, I thought. The sun was shafting through
the trees now, its rays distinct sunbeams, glancing off the birds as they
passed through them, darting from tree to tree.
ÒHow are your new underpants fitting?Ó Cybil asked Becky. She took
hold of the girlÕs dress and lifted it up. CybilÕs panties had little flowers
printed on them.
ÒFine,Ó Cybil answered. She kept her hand within her thighs,
enjoying the brush of her fingers against her twat.
Becky turned to me. ÒWhy is your bottom bare?Ó she asked. I
blushed. I had forgotten my nudity. The caress of the early evening, late
afternoon air upon it had become an accustomed luxury.
ÒShe doesnÕt have any panties,Ó Cybil explained. ÒWould you let her
try yours on?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Becky replied frankly. With artless grace she ceased her
masturbating and pulled down her undies.
ÒNo,Ó Alex groaned. His hands flirted with the stem of his cock.
ÒKeep your hands away from that,Ó Kali warned him. ÒItÕs bad
enough that you display your rude thing to little girls, right out here
where everyone can see you. Please donÕt jerk off in front of us!Ó Alex
obeyed. He was given options as much as orders. Would anyone have
stopped him if he beat his meat in front of little wide-eyed Becky? She
handed me her underpants. I took them. They were small, for junior girlÕs
bottoms. I could hardly fit into them, though my hips were still narrow,
immature, but with a gentle, swelling grace to them, promising future
developments. My bottom stuck out round and full. BeckyÕs was as pert as
mine, though little still, the cheeks sweetly swelling, ripe for picking.
ÒTry them on,Ó Kali told me. ÒYou must, since she was nice enough
to offer them. Becky looked at me expectantly, her hands pressed to her
hips. Silently Cybil unzipped the girlÕs raised skirt and drew the garment
off her. Becky did not notice, so pleased with herself was she that her
new panties were the center of attention.
All eyes were upon me as I stood, Kali neatly unzipping my own
dress even as I stood. With my heeled shoes I stepped first into one little
leghole, then the other. I drew the flower-print panties up my slim
calves, over my knees. They stopped halfway up my thighs.
ÒOh! They are too small!Ó Becky said sadly. I blushed, my naked dell
visible to all who might be watching, my bottom equally naughty. ÒI bet
youÕd like them, if you could get them on!Ó Becky assured me. ÒThey are
very pretty, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I breathed.
ÒMaybe Alex can help,Ó Kali offered. She took me lightly by my hips
and turned my bottom to AlexÕs stiff upstanding prong. He seized my hips
and drew me back. I felt his pestle come against my rose.
ÒGod, you are one hell of a tight cherry!Ó Alex announced. He pulled
my butthole deeper into his pronging stiff knob. I felt my O hard-pressed.
I did not like the feeling of imminent intrusion. It was harsh, unyielding.
I felt like a post was being stuck up against my hole. He yanked me back
by my thighs. I gasped. My bottomhole yielded just enough to let his
purplish knob butt half-way into it.
ÒEeek!Ó Becky screamed. She seemed genuinely concerned for my
fate. Her hairless slit slumbered between her carelessly open legs. She
showed her puss without knowing it. Cybil put a hand to her bottom and
caressed it gently.
ÒItÕs alright, darling. These are adult games,Ó Cybil assured little
Becky. ÒWould you like to run upstairs and take your bath now?Ó
ÒN-Nooo,Ó Becky replied, not taking her eyes off my fate, AlexÕs
prong deep-pressing into my wanton hole.
Alex reached up. Satisfied for the moment with his achievement, he
undid the remaining buttons on my jacket. He pulled it open, showed my
breasts. They joggled with unexpected delight into the open air. My
nipples were as erect as his cock.
Kali slipped off her skirt. She undid her top, freed herself from her
bra. Were were getting naked now, no doubt about it. The time for
pleasantries and feigned innocence had passed. Cybil, not wanting to be
left behind, unzipped her jeans and stood up and shimmied out of them.
Becky, still in her flaring maidÕs top, her hips and legs bare, looked like
some denizen of a childrenÕs book, dressed only from the neck to her navel.
She lifted up her top then, exposing her belly-button. She was eager,
excited. I felt a new nudge against my ass. Alex was in to his flange now,
his leaking penis tip well within me, lubricating my heinieÕs channel.
ÒWhat? What is he doing to her?Ó Becky asked Cybil. Her mouth was
open. Her eyes were bright. I wanted to gloss her little nine-year-old lips
with my favorite lipstick.
ÒHe is sperming her, dear,Ó Cybil replied. She sat down again, bare-
bottomed on the lawn chair. She drew Becky closer and palmed her heinie.
Stealthily her other hand slipped up BeckyÕs leg to massage her cunt.
ÒOh! Please!Ó Becky said. She hunched forward, squeezed her thighs
together. Her hands raised her shirt and she toyed with her nipples. They
were pretty, nickel-sized. Already they had formed into swelling peaks.
The Mayo Clinic would drug her to make her flat chested again.
Psychiatrists would interrogate her. The state would put her in an
orphanage because she knew too much.
Kali pulled her panties down off the outcurved swell of her bottom.
She got them down in front just enough to easily slip her hand in. Playing
with her cunt, she reached out and brushed mine with her fingertips. Alex
pulled harder on my thighs, gripping them. With a gasp I felt his cockhead
embed itself in me fully.
ÒYou are popped,Ó he said to me. There was mastery, satisfaction in
his voice.
ÒYes,Ó I breathed.
ÒNot until you open her fully, all the way up,Ó Kali corrected him,
me. Becky squeaked as Cybil deftly inserted a fingertip into her bottom.
ÒDo not flinch, dear,Ó Cybil cooed to Becky. Her words soothed me
also. ÒReceive, let yourself enjoy it.Ó
ÒItÕs big,Ó I gasped. I felt as if a huge cork had been stuffed in my
asshole. I wanted it out.
ÒPlease mommie!Ó Becky whined.
ÒWill you go take your bath now?Ó Cybil asked.
ÒI canÕt,Ó Becky admitted frankly. She was too excited now.
ÒAlex will pee on you then, and that will have to be your bath,Ó Cybil
replied.
ÒEeek!Ó A little girlÕs favorite expression. Becky leapt up, hands at
her cheeks. Cybil let her unplug herself from her finger, draw back from
her cunt-seeking hand. Becky turned and dashed for the house, her legs
flashing, bottom rearing at us as her cheeks bounced with the pounding of
her little feet.
ÒSuch a sweet thing,Ó Cybil said. She rose from her chair. Naked as
a jaybird she walked over to Kali and lifted her up from her chair. As if to
enforce some code of politeness for guests, she straightened KaliÕs
panties a bit, tugging at the bows that decorated the vee of her crotch.
But she did not bother to pull KaliÕs panties back up over her butt. It stuck
out bare and inviting. It was a pumpkin waiting to be slipped into with a
knife.
The girls advanced on Alex. ÒDo you think your pleasure can come so
soon?Ó Cybil asked Alex. Kali seemed to agree that this must not be so.
Together they grabbed me by my slim arms and yanked me off his prodder.
I felt a withdrawn plug, then a pop, then air replacing what had been so
enormously full just a second before. My O thankfully shrank back to its
normal size. Blushing, I rubbed my bottomcheeks as soon as the girls let
me go. Alex stared up at me, wishing his big thing was back inside me,
where no doubt he thought it belonged.
Kali took hold of AlexÕs cock. He alone was dressed, amongst us.
She yanked on his pecker. ÒCome, sir,Ó she admonished, though I knew her
not to be commanding what he wanted so badly. He stood, his big form
replying to the yank of her small hand upon his dick.
Engorged, trembling with desire, Alex stood. His thing stuck out as
Cybil and Kali set about making the rest of him as naked as it was. They
tore off his clothes, politely, but with firm resolution. Discarded, his
clothes hit the grass, perhaps to be trampled upon later by Becky, playing
in the yard.
ÒWe shall go to a proper dungeon now,Ó Kali whispered into AlexÕs
ear. ÒYou must be trained, sir, and your penis whipped, your balls lashed.Ó
ÒI-I wish only to fuck now,Ó Alex replied. He seemed dazed. His
hunger overpowered him, made him strangely docile. Did he want this? I
mused. Guessing, I realized he must be new to sex, or able to get it
whenever he wished. Either way, he wanted someone else to take charge
this time. He wanted to be relieved of the responsibility. I had no
responsibilities. He was the boytoy and I was the pet. Together we would
mate in the barn, rut in the stables. We would have nice children who
would never disobey and would always vote Republican.
ÒLetÕs go!Ó Kali said. She slapped my ass. In my musings IÕd not
realized they were moving toward the house. Cybil walked ahead, lockstep
with Alex, admiring his cock as he pointed the way to wherever she might
go. Kali urged me forward, pushed me. In my high heels I stepped,
stumbled across the grass, she following. She gave my ass another playful
slap and said I would make a good victim.
Unclothed, naked as the day we were born, we entered into the still
coolness of the house. Cybil unlocked a door along the hall. She saw to it
that we passed into the room beyond. It was dark inside, cold. I shivered.
I drew my arms about my chest in the darkness. Only my bottom, so
recently warmed by KaliÕs hand, did not at once feel chilly.
The door to the room closed. The sound of its closing was loud. It
echoed off stone walls. The lights were flicked on. I let out a little
scream.
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