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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Seven
Despite MarkÕs worries, he had been chosen for the party precisely
because Lady Winston had faith in his genitals. They were large, as he
was. Due to his youth they promised to display considerable vigor. Even
before Valerie had finished with the other guests, Mark was once more
erect. He sat in his velour chair, his penis stiff between his thighs. The
table cloth in front of him was still wet with his sperm, yet already he
was erect and ready for more play.
As for the other guests, most, strangely, won their coin toss. Rose
however lost hers, and Mark sensed that she savored the brush of the
nettles against her sex, the torment of it, the prickling of pain amidst
pleasant surroundings, in front of others who could watch her, and perhaps
admire her suffering. RoseÕs bosoms shook as she endured the nettles, her
nipple-tips as stiff as the barbed leaves which assailed her. Rose also
spent, as did all the women, and several of the men. None of the men,
however, were forced to cum as Valerie had forced Mark. He did not know
why he had earned such an ignoble distinction from her. Was his size
irresistible to her? Why had Lady Winston not stopped her? All the same,
he was delighted to see that he was hard again, and could participate in
whatever remaining games the night held.
Amanda looked at Mark when at last they were all standing, freed
from their chairs.
ÒOh my. You are stiff again already,Ó she said.
ÒYes,Ó Mark confessed, looking with some embarrassment at his
cock.
ÒWhat? He is hard again? After spurting all over my tablecloth?Ó
Lady Winston asked.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Mark answered. Everyone looked at him then, and there
were broad smiles as they saw his condition.
ÒOooh. I want to have him right now!Ó a woman sighed.
ÒWe will all have each other when the time is ripe,Ó Lady Winston
said. ÒHowever, since all us girls will be forced to suffer from the prongs
remaining stiff at nightÕs end, I have another game to test the men. Come,
everyone!Ó She made to turn, but then she stopped herself, and her eyes
gleamed at Mark. ÒYou do not have to lick my table cloth,Ó she said to
Mark.
ÒThanks,Ó Mark sighed.
ÒAnd take those sticker burrs out of your ass,Ó Lady Winston
laughed.
ÒThank you!Ó Mark said. He felt rather stupid saying it, but
nonetheless quite relieved. He reached back to his ass. He dug into his
anus with his finger. He pulled out the sticker burrs and dropped them on
the carpet. Kelli was doing the same, as was Rose, as well as the few
others who were similarly discomfited. The other guests watched, and
laughed.
ÒOook! Ouch!Ó Kelli complained. She plucked the sticker burrs from
herself. Her aunt, looking concerned, walked over to her and helped her.
ÒReally, Lady Winston!Ó Amanda sighed. She pulled a sticker burr
from KelliÕs pubic curls and dropped it on the floor. Lady Winston made no
complaint about the mess being made on her carpet but instead said, ÒThe
maid has left a tray of hot towels there in the corner. All of you, please
help yourselves to them.Ó
And so they did, wiping their hands, their genitals, their bottoms,
and casting the used towels on the floor, for the maid to pick up later.
Then, with Lady Winston leading the way, the partiers left the dining
room. The females were still clad in their stockings and garters. The
males were naked, like Tarzans without their loin cloths. Mark looked
around and saw that all the men were stiff like himself. The night was
still full of promise, with the men hard as stones and the females, thanks
in part to ValerieÕs tongue, quite moistly receptive.
Despite the promise of pleasure, Mark could not help feeling that
they were all soldiers in some kind of carnal war. The females looked
delightful, with their swaying hips, their softly jiggling breasts, their
lovely high heels and their tight-stretched stockings. The men were
virile, unable to hide their frank lust. They were all eager to commit
pillage upon each other and no one was beguiled into thinking that any of
this was love. Even little Kelli, her eyes wandering from male to male,
was quite frankly passionate.
ÒOoooh! I want that one! No, that one!Ó Kelli said to Amanda,
pointing first at one manÕs cock, then at another.
ÒYou shall have them all, dear. If you can bear it,Ó Amanda replied to
her niece.
ÒI can, auntie! I will try very hard to!Ó Kelli assured her.
Mark found himself staring at the little girlÕs wriggling bottom and
wondered how she would manage under the whip. He would have to hit her
with a certain force, to ease her into the state of mind that would allow
him to penetrate her virgin ass. And another man must whip her too,
probably John, to ensure she received a thorough flogging. Would she be so
free and randy then, when her bottom was scored by the whip? Mark did
not think so. But he hoped she would not be hurt too badly, by the whip, or
by his penis, or by the penises of the other men. She was so young! He
yearned to grab her and whisk her away from all this. And yet if he did, he
knew what he would do to her in private: exactly the same things that
now awaited her at this party. She was doomed, a doomed virgin, and
before the night was through she would be virgin no more. The thought
thrilled Mark, even as he wondered, yet again, if he were doing the right
thing by her. Perhaps she should be at home in her bed, dreaming of sugar
plums, or whatever it was 13-year-old girls dreamed about.
Boys. ThatÕs what they dreamed about. Boys, and men, Mark told
himself. So he was fulfilling her dreams, her fantasies. But he must not
be too harsh. No, he must not be. He must find the fine line between
firmness and harshness. He must put her right there, and thrust into her
right at that point, considerate of her needs, yet firm in his resolve to
take her over the threshold into womanhood, into the pleasures of life.
Travelling down the hall, they arrived at a room. Lady Winston led
them inside. There, within the room, they found several mattresses laid
upon the floor.
ÒFinally!Ó a man said.
ÒNo, IÕm afraid not, unless you have an accident during our next
game,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThis is not a room for copulation but rather
for contests. The ladies will all lie down at one end of the room. The men
may join them, but only for a moment. Relax and enjoy yourselves, while
the maid brings out a dozen pies.Ó
Mark laid down on a mattress with Rose and John. Somewhere to his
right Kelli and Amanda sat down, between Enfume and another couple.
ÒStill stiff as a post, eh?Ó John asked Mark wryly, looking at his
penis. The Asian woman reached out and stroked it.
ÒYeah,Ó Mark said.
ÒHow are your testicles?Ó Rose smiled at Mark. Gently she reached
under him and cupped him.
ÒTheyÕre okay,Ó Mark replied. He reached out and stroked her cunt.
ÒAnd your pussy?Ó he asked.
ÒMmmm. ItÕs okay,Ó the Asian woman replied. ÒThe nettles werenÕt
too bad.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Mark agreed. Still, he would have preferred not having them
jammed up his ass. He flexed his buttocks and then looked at the Asian
womanÕs bosoms. She wore no bra, and they swung temptingly before his
eyes, their nipples sticking up like cherry stems atop vanilla cones of
flesh. ÒOh God, you have such beautiful tits,Ó Mark said to Rose.
ÒWould my two babies like some nourishment?Ó Rose asked. She
lifted her hand from MarkÕs balls. She cupped her bosoms. She offered
them to the two men, squeezing her flesh as a farmer might squeeze cowÕs
udders.
ÒYes!Ó John cried. He leaned forward. He raised his hands and
gripped her right tit like a child taking a glass, using both hands to hold it.
Greedily he shoved the Asian womanÕs right tit into his mouth.
Simultaneously Mark did the same, devouring her left bosom. Rose took it
all in stride. Her own hands left her tits and travelled between the menÕs
legs. ÒMy, you are both such naughty, stiff babies!Ó Rose sighed, feeling
their dicks.
Meanwhile, the maid rolled a large cart into the room. It was a
silver serving cart. Upon it were a dozen pies. The maid took each pie and
set it down at the end of the room, on the mattress furthest away from
the guests. She set the pies down at the end of the room opposite where
the guests were relaxing. When she finished she rolled the cart back out
of the room, empty, leaving the pies lying on the mattress.
The pies filled the room with the warm smell of fresh-risen dough.
The guests savored the smell, and each other, rather like children making-
out in motherÕs kitchen. Soon the maid returned, and she held three items:
a whistle on a string, and two whips. She gave the whistle to Lady
Winston, who slung it around her neck. Then, before leaving, the maid
propped the two whips in the doorway. There Lady Winston would be able
to keep a close watch on them.
ÒAttention, everyone!Ó Lady Winston announced. She blew once on
the whistle hanging from her neck. It sounded like a police whistle. The
sound surprised her guests. They looked at her. Then, seeing her impish
smile, they gave her their grudging attention. ÒAre orgies illegal in
Utah?Ó Lady Winston asked. ÒThey are, in any event, illegal at my party,
for now, because we have another game to play. In the nude, of course, and
while feeling sexually aroused.Ó Lady Winston laughed, and pointed. ÒAs
you can see, there are a dozen pies at the far end of the room. And
wouldnÕt you know, we have a dozen men present. Now, the game is this:
each man will pick a partner. A female, of course. Then, when I blow this
whistle, each man will, on his knees, rush down to the far end of the
mattresses. There, each man will stick his cock into a pie. He will scoop
up some pie with his penis. Then he will rush back across the mattresses
to his partner. She will suck his cock clean with her mouth. Then he will
rush back to the pie heÕs been assigned, and stick his penis into it again.
The first man to clean his pie pan out wins. Of course there must not be
any cheating. If I see a man merely spilling his pie all over the place, you
know, digging into it willy-nilly, and not making a valiant effort to
transfer as much of the pie as possible to his partnerÕs mouth, I will
disqualify him. There is also one other point to make: each man must of
course keep himself erect. For a flaccid, spent penis will not work too
well as a shovel.Ó
There was a gasp from the men.
ÒYou mean weÕre to dig out a whole pie, each of us, with our penis?Ó
a man asked incredulously.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒIt will require many trips, and much
sucking by your partner. However there is one other embellishment which
I wish to add. Each male, and each female, will have his hands cuffed
behind his back. That way you men will have to concentrate entirely on
your penises. And you ladies will only be able to use your mouths to clean
your partners. It should make a pleasant diversion for an hour or so, donÕt
you think?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒAre those pies hot?Ó a man asked, gazing across the mattresses.
ÒYou shall have to find out,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒWith your cocks, of
course, for your hands will be tied. Courage, men! Do you think your lovely
host, Lady Winston, would harm you?Ó
The maid entered the room again. She came in bearing a silver tray.
It was similar to the tray from which the guests had served themselves
the antipasti. However this tray was laden with old-fashioned handcuffs.
They were, specifically, Hiatts handcuffs, though probably only Lady
Winston, being a connoisseur of such matters, knew the brand. The maid
placed the tray down on a mattress. She placed it at the end of the room
where the guests were relaxing.
ÒValerie, if you would do the honors again, please,Ó Lady Winston
told the long-haired blonde.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie said. Her voice was very soft and submissive
but there was a wicked gleam in her eyes. Gingerly, with a sense of
reverence, she took a pair of Hiatts handcuffs off the tray. She looked at
Mark. ÒPlease turn around,Ó she said.
Mark was surprised to find himself singled out. For, immediately
after Lady Winston had finished explaining the rules of her game, he, and
John as well, had returned to sucking at RoseÕs tits. He gaped at Valerie
over RoseÕs shoulder, his mouth stuffed with her right breast. Rose, for
her part, was swooning to the suckling of his lips. Nonetheless he
disgorged her tit, and disentangled his cock from her fingers. He turned
around, and, noticing how proudly his cock stuck out in front of him, he put
his arms behind his back.
ÒAh! He is a God! A Greek God-- Prometheus, waiting to be
tortured,Ó a woman exclaimed. Mark found all eyes upon himself as
Valerie knelt behind him and snapped the Hiatts cuffs on his wrists.
ÒThere,Ó Valerie said, locking the cuffs with their accompanying
key. ÒNow youÕre ready for our little game!Ó
ÒI want to be your partner!Ó Kelli shouted. Mark looked at her. Such
young, sweet lips-- like pink roses!
ÒNo-- choose someone else,Ó Mark gasped. He felt his cock twitch.
He knew that the merest touch of those lips on his excited glans would
make him spurt all over her face.
ÒMe! Me! Me!Ó Kelli insisted.
ÒOh, damn! Alright,Ó Mark relented. She was too cute to deny. She
smiled at him, her smile broad and innocent. Then, despite her innocence,
she bent and planted a kiss right on the tip of his quivering cock.
ÒDonÕt! The game hasnÕt started yet,Ó Mark told the girl. His cock
quivered with pent-up excitement.
ÒOh. Okay,Ó Kelli said. She smiled at him again.
Mark sighed. He was stuck with the girl, and could only pray that he
somehow survived her pink-peppermint lips.
Valerie cuffed the other men. Then she cuffed the women, even
little Kelli, so that everyone except Lady Winston, herself, and the maid
were without the use of their hands.
Lady Winston reminded everyone of the rules. Then she had the men
line up along the far end of the mattresses, with their chosen partners
waiting wet-lipped behind them.
ÒTweeet!Ó Lady Winston blew on her whistle. And they were off, a
dozen men, all crawling frantically across the mattresses to the opposite
side of the room, where the pies, of unknown temperature, sat waiting.
Mark felt his cock bobbing haplessly as he crawled. It was stiff as
wood, and trembling with excitement. At the same time his balls felt
surprisingly heavy, given that he had only recently lost himself. In fact,
to Mark, crawling in the heady atmosphere of the room, with the scent of
passionate women just to his rear, it felt as if he were trying to haul a
bowling ball between his legs. How he wished to spend, and yet to keep
from spending! He glanced to his right and left and noticed that the other
men were equally stiff, and seemed as burdened by their balls as he was.
Finally he reached the pie that was waiting for him, at the far end of the
mattress. Gritting his teeth, he plunged in with his cock.
ÒOuch!Ó Mark yelped.
ÒToo hot?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒNo,Ó Mark gasped. ÒItÕs--Ó
ÒLemon Meringue,Ó another man said, spearing his own assigned pie,
and finding yellow goo inside.
ÒYes, Lemon Meringue,Ó Mark said.
Feeling quite ridiculous, Mark scooped up a big hunk of the pie with
his stiffened penis. Then he turned and crawled back across the
mattresses, again noticing how bulgingly full his balls felt. Kelli, at the
far end of the room, urged him on.
ÒHurry, Mark! Hurry!Ó she cried. She lay on her belly, her hands
cuffed behind her, her sweet bare bottom just visible beyond her golden-
haired head. Her feet were sticking up too, at the end of long legs that
were bent at the knees. Her toes curled and uncurled as she urged Mark to
crawl faster.
Mark rushed across the mattress. He found himself ahead of the
other men by a few feet, and eagerly rammed himself into KelliÕs mouth.
ÒSuck!Ó Mark commanded. He didnÕt want to lose the contest. Who
knew what punishment Lady Winston had in store for the losers, with
those two whips propped in the doorway?
ÒOOOOK!Ó Kelli cried. Her eyes bulged at the swiftness of MarkÕs
entry.
ÒHurry! Clean my cock!Ó Mark ordered the girl. He urged his
stiffness deeper into her mouth. Unfortunately, Mark found Kelli to be
less than expert in sucking him with her lips. John arrived at the end of
the mattress. He presented himself to the Asian woman and received a
quick, thorough cleaning.
ÒThe loser gets a dildo rammed up his ass,Ó John grinned at Mark.
ÒShit!Ó Mark swore. Lady Winston hadnÕt mentioned what would
happen to the losing couple. But between the whips in the doorway, and
Lady WinstonÕs seemingly boundless imagination, he guessed anything was
possible. Mark didnÕt want to be the one who experienced it. Certainly not
in front of everyone else. And certainly not tonight, when he had to retain
at least some of his seed in order to deflower Kelli. Lady Winston could
be very wicked indeed, if she wished to be. And at the same time she
could be incredibly sensuous, leaving a man so punished and spent that he
imagined he had only a pussy between his legs. Frantically, Mark began
thrusting himself back and forth inbetween KelliÕs small lips, like a
piston.
ÒOook! Oook! Oook!Ó Kelli cried. Her eyes grew even wider and her
face looked confused. Mark raped the girlÕs delicate mouth, using her, as
one might use a faucet or a bowl. He tried to put out of his mind how
deliciously soft her lips felt. It was like thrusting himself between a
butterflyÕs wings.
Suddenly KelliÕs lips didnÕt feel soft at all.
ÒDonÕt bite me!Ó Mark yelped.
ÒOooo is choking me!Ó Kelli complained. She bit MarkÕs penis again.
ÒAugh! Stop!Ó Mark yelled. He wrenched himself backward, freeing
himself from the girlÕs mouth. He looked at his cock. It wasnÕt bleeding.
It was clean of pie.
Lady Winston, seeing MarkÕs condition, called out: ÒHurry! Back
across the mattress, Mark! Get more pie for little Kelli!Ó
ÒDamn!Ó Mark swore.
Kelli beamed up at Mark, like a child looking with loving eyes at her
father. ÒMmmm. ThatÕs good pie,Ó Kelli said.
Mark frowned at the girl. ÒMy cock isnÕt a hot dog, okay?Ó Mark told
her.
ÒHokay,Ó Kelli said. Despite the pie smeared on her lips, she was
happy. She smiled more widely at Mark and said, ÒYou have a cute ass.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Mark replied. He turned and, conscious of the girlÕs eyes
on his bare behind, he once more rushed across the mattresses to the pie.
And so the contest continued, until every pie pan was clean. Mark
and Kelli didnÕt win, but they didnÕt lose either and, miraculously for Mark,
he somehow retained all of his seed, despite the fact that two men lost
themselves in their pie pans, and another came in his partnerÕs mouth.
When it was over Lady Winston praised the contestants.
ÒYou have all done well,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒWe had two couples
tie for last place, so I will declare no one to be a loser. And as for the
winners, Bill and Stacey, they will have my master bedroom. They will
have it when the party ends, for any games they may wish to play on their
own.Ó
There was a cheer from the guests. Bill and Stacey, whom Mark had
met only fleetingly, took a bow. They did it rather awkwardly, their hands
still cuffed behind them, both of them kneeling on their knees.
As Mark listened to the cheer from the guests die away, he glanced
more fully around the room. He was sitting on his bare behind now, no
longer crawling frantically, like a horse. He was sitting on a mattress.
Next to him was Kelli, sitting up now, no longer lying on her stomach. The
girlÕs face was smeared with lemon meringue pie. There was also another
substance on her cheeks, and gleaming wetly from her lips. It was clear
and oily. Mark smiled. It was his pre-cum.
As Mark looked at KelliÕs lips, and admired their messy beauty, his
smile turned to a grimace. Once again he felt an absolutely desperate need
to cum. The feeling rose up from his balls and trembled along the length
of his achingly hard dick. He squeezed the cheeks of his ass, which he was
sitting on. Barely, just barely, he staved off the flood of desire. Beside
him Kelli, oblivious to his torment, gently stroked his belly. She dipped a
finger into his navel.
ÒYou have an innie just like mine,Ó Kelli said, poking at MarkÕs navel.
ÒYes,Ó Mark breathed. He said the word through gritted teeth. A
woman would have noticed his distress, but Kelli was young, and oblivious.
Mark guessed that was one reason why he liked her. She was so naive, yet
well-bosomed, and sexy. She reached down to his dick. She pushed on it
with her small, delicate fingers, pushing it down. Then she let go.
ÒBoing,Ó Kelli said, as she watched MarkÕs dick quiver.
ÒDonÕt-- donÕt do that,Ó Mark hissed.
ÒBut itÕs fun playing with your thingie!Ó Kelli said. She gave him
another push. ÒBoing,Ó she said again.
Mark tried to ignore the girl. He let her play with him. He allowed
this despite his discomfort, much as an older dog, who would prefer to
doze, allows a puppy to scamper about it. As Mark looked around the room,
he glanced at the other peopleÕs faces. It was obvious from their
expressions that they now wished very much to fuck. He looked at their
genitals. The men were hard, like himself, except for the men who had
lost themselves in their pie pans, and the one who had cum in his partnerÕs
mouth. As Mark looked at the condition of the other men he saw eyes
looking at himself, and he smiled. They were all looking at each other,
quite freely, and without embarrassment. The females sported risen
nipples, and moistened cunts. The males had huge erections that looked
like thick fire hoses. Kisses were being exchanged, legs were being
opened, crotches, whether male or female, were making tentative
thrusting movements.
Yet there was one hindrance to an orgy. It was the fact that all of
the guests were still handcuffed. Only Valerie was not handcuffed, and
Lady Winston, and the maid. And so it was with hungry eyes that the
guests looked to Lady Winston, for permission to be uncuffed, and to
Valerie, who held the key that could unlock them all.
Lady Winston blew on her whistle.
ÒNow we shall all rest for a few moments,Ó Lady Winston announced.
ÒI have drinks in another room, and hors d'oeuvres. Then we shall proceed,
in due course, to our sexual feast.Ó
ÒCanÕt we just do it right here?Ó a man asked.
ÒNo, no,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒPart of the fun of hosting a party such
as this is seeing to what lengths I can push my guests. So, sir, in your
case,Ó she said, looking at his cock, ÒWe shall see how much longer your
cock can become, given the even greater excitements that await it.Ó
Everyone laughed, for the man, while quite long for an average man,
was one of the shorter dicks at the party. And then they all stood up,
awkwardly, the maid helping some of them, and they followed Lady
Winston back out of the mattress room. They walked, at the urging of
Valerie, in single file.
ÒForm a line! Form a line!Ó Valerie called out. She had picked up one
of the whips from the doorway and she now lashed it, lightly, upon the
bare bodies of the guests. There was nervous laughter, for the guests felt,
suddenly, like penitents in some medieval Inquisition.
ÒOoooh! DonÕt put a run in my stockings!Ó a woman cried, as the whip
caught her across her thigh. The laughter increased. For they all knew the
underwear the women wore would be in tatters by eveningÕs end, not least
from the efforts of the women themselves.
ÒYou shall have holes in the knees of those stockings by morning, and
you know it,Ó Valerie said. She struck the woman again.
ÒOh! Stop!Ó the woman cried.
Kelli, walking in front of Mark, suddenly called out, ÒDonÕt hit me!Ó
and gave her bottom a wriggle. In fact, as Mark gazed at the girlÕs rear
end, he was surprised at how brazenly she wriggled it, as if to invite the
whip. No blow was forthcoming, however, and so the girl yelled again,
ÒDonÕt hit me!Ó and again gave her bare ass a salacious waggle.
ÒYes!Ó Mark gasped, silently, watching the girlÕs behind. He had
judged her correctly. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, even as his
penis stiffened to the point of bursting. He no longer felt guilty now. In
front of him Kelli made yet another insolent display of her ass. ÒDonÕt hit
meeee!Ó she cried yet again, and leaped about on her tip toes, while
shaking her bottom.
ÒWhat? Is somebody crying out for the whip?Ó Valerie asked.
ÒNo! No!Ó Kelli shouted, and simultaneously shook her heinie in a
thoroughly wanton manner.
ÒAh! So this is where that little voice is coming from,Ó Valerie,
striding forward along the line, said. She swung her whip. It landed on
KelliÕs slim, bare back.
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó Kelli cried, in a high-pitched voice.
ÒAnd what is this, following along behind such a young, tender girl?Ó
Valerie asked. Her gaze turned to Mark, and to MarkÕs erect penis.
ÒNo,Ó Mark gasped. He yanked on the Hiatts handcuffs binding his
wrists. Silently he prayed that his erection did not invite ValerieÕs whip.
The golden-haired girlÕs eyes glowed. She licked her lips. And then,
quickly and deliberately, she struck Mark right on his dick.
ÒAck!Ó Mark cried. The sting was sharp, painful, like a bee alighting
on his penis. He felt his cock tremble. His balls churned. Despite the
pain, there was a certain naked abandon in the act that made him want to
spend. Just barely, he managed to hold himself back. In front of him, Kelli
shook her bottom again, and once more begged, in her contrarian way, for
the attention of the whip.
SWIIIIK! This time Valerie caught the girl on the back of one of her
slender thighs.
ÒYook!Ó Kelli hooted, and leapt up like a fish hooked and thrown on
the dock.
SLASH! The whip struck Mark again, this time at the base of his
cock, the tip of the whip nearly nicking his balls.
ÒOh, God! DonÕt!Ó Mark pleaded with Valerie. Again he felt, despite
the pain, an incredible need to spend.
ÒHurry! Walk more quickly!Ó Valerie told him. Then she moved back
along the line again, slashing aimlessly with her whip, catching men and
women in the most inopportune of places.
Lady Winston led the lovers-to-be, all of them spurred by ValerieÕs
whip, into a sitting room. It had many chairs. They were big overstuffed
chairs, with lace doilies serving as head rests.
ÒGo ahead, sit down,Ó Lady Winston said. Mark wondered at her
instructions for all of the guests were quite visibly excited. The men
were drooling pre-cum. The ladies were well-moistened between their
legs. Being naked, they would no doubt leave a residue of their excitement
in the chairs, if they sat in them. Nonetheless Lady Winston urged them
again to sit, and so they did. Mark felt odd sitting down, for he felt his
head press against a headrest, which protected the chair from any oil
present in his hair. At the same time there was nothing to keep his penis
from drooling all over the chair, and as he felt his cock flop down upon the
chair immediately he was aware of himself oozing some sexual juice onto
the chairÕs fabric.
ÒYes, this is a conventional sitting room, IÕm afraid,Ó Lady Winston
said, as if reading MarkÕs thoughts. ÒAs you can see the chairs have head
rests but, unfortunately, there is nothing to keep oneÕs loins from soiling
the chairs. No matter. I shall have the chairs cleaned after our party. In
the meantime we can enjoy ourselves in complete comfort. The maid will
serve drinks, and hors d'oeuvres. Valerie will uncuff the men but, since
this is a Bottom Party, I shall now ask that the females remain cuffed.
You men will see to it that your chosen lover is given her drink and her
hors d'oeuvres? Will you, please? While we are relaxing and enjoying our
repast I shall explain some of the finer points of a good public whipping.Ó
A shiver ran through the crowd. Mark saw that the second whip
which had been left in the doorway of the mattress room had been brought
along by a woman. She had stooped and picked up the whip with her mouth,
much as a dog might fetch and carry a bone. Lady Winston walked over to
the woman and drew the whip from her lips.
ÒThank you, dear,Ó Lady Winston said to the woman.
ÒI thought perhaps you had forgotten it,Ó the woman said, blushing.
Her lover looked at her with ardent eyes.
ÒAre you fond of the whip?Ó Lady Winston asked the woman.
ÒNo,Ó the woman answered. ÒIÕm terrified of it.Ó Her voice was
frank, yet her nipples were swollen, and the tips of her large breasts were
hard. Mark looked between her thighs, which were open. He guessed that
her pubic curls were moistening her chair quite nicely.
ÒTerrified of it, yet drawn to it?Ó Lady Winston inquired.
ÒY- Yes,Ó the woman answered. The tips of her breasts trembled as
she spoke.
ÒWell that is why your lover has brought you to this Bottom Party,Ó
Lady Winston said. She walked to her own chair and sat down. As she did,
the maid passed out drinks. Mark, taking a drink, pressed the glass against
KelliÕs lips, and allowed her to sip from it.
ÒA Bottom Party has this advantage,Ó Lady Winston explained. She
lifted her whip in the air, which she had taken from the womanÕs mouth,
and gestured with it. ÒFirst, your whipping can be supervised. You are not
solely at the mercy of a lover, who may become overexcited. I will be
watching, as will the other guests. We will ensure that you are not
whipped too hard. At the same time, of course, we will also make sure
that your lover does not handle you too lightly, which may be a
disadvantage, if you are hoping to get off easy.
ÒSecond, there is the advantage of having more than one person to
soothe you after your whipping. You will receive expert care, from
knowing hands, who have soothed others before. Hopefully this will
counterbalance what will be, for some of you, the embarrassment of
taking your punishment in public. Nonetheless there is also a certain
excitement to being publicly punished, is there not? To receive your
wounds in a manner in which you can immediately show them off? You
will not have to wait until the next day, when, perhaps, you go to the pool
in your bikini, allowing a hint of your whipping to show where your bikini
panties do not quite cover your ass. Instead we will be able to admire
your marks at once, even see them as they are given. So that is an
advantage too, the pride you will be able to have in displaying your marks
while they are still fresh and new, and most distinct upon you.Ó
Lady Winston waved the whip back and forth, letting the knotted
tassel swing as she moved the whip.
ÒMust- must we go through with it?Ó a woman asked. Lady Winston
looked at her.
ÒOf course, dear,Ó Lady Winston answered. ÒAnd someday, on some
future weekend, when you have grown accustomed to the whip, your lover
will entertain you by inviting you here again. Not, however, this time, for
a whipping, but to have your bottom branded.Ó
ÒOh, my!Ó the woman gasped. Yet she remained seated, with her legs
apart, and her lover gently stroking her.
ÒNow, there is one final test,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒWhen you have
all had enough to eat, and to drink, we shall proceed with it.Ó Lady
Winston pointed with her whip. ÒIf you will notice, at the back of this
room, there are holes drilled into the wall. Did you gentlemen see them?
These are known as Ôglory holesÕ, and I think you men, at least, can guess
their purpose rather quickly. Before we continue to the game where the
women are put to the test, I have this last test for you men. Each of you
will thrust yourself into a hole. You will do it as boldly as a knight going
on an adventure with his lance.Ó
ÒWhat about the women?Ó a man asked.
ÒThey will remain with their hands cuffed, but I shall allow them all
to slip behind the wall with me. There we will spend five minutes doing
whatever we please to your dicks. The advantage you men have is that the
women will not have the use of their hands. And they will not be allowed
to bite you. However they will be encouraged to use you as wantonly as
they please. Furthermore, before you men put yourselves to the wall, the
women will all be blindfolded. Then, when I have escorted the women
behind the wall, their blindfolds will be removed. So the women will not
know, perhaps, whose penis they are torturing, or who the woman beside
them is torturing. And they will have some freedom to switch, so that
each woman may taste more than one cock. Five minutes, men! That is
how long you must survive! And if you do not, you may find your loverÕs
bottom undone by another man, while you watch from the sidelines, all
flaccid and empty.Ó
And so the game proceeded. The maid and Valerie blindfolded the
women. They went behind the wall, Lady Winston leading them, all of
them laughing. Then their blindfolds were undone, and, wet-lipped, they
awaited the males.
Valerie brandished her whip at the men. ÒYou will feel this on your
asses as you stand with your cocks in the glory holes,Ó she said. ÒDonÕt
worry, though. IÕll try not to hit your balls with it.Ó
There was a collective groan from the men. Nonetheless, at
ValerieÕs urging, they all stood and went to the wall.
ÒI feel like IÕm going to the bathroom,Ó John confessed to Mark.
ÒI know,Ó Mark answered. ÒI went to England awhile back and when I
would have to sit on the toilet, in a public restroom, inevitably there was
a hole in the wall that divided one toilet from another.Ó
ÒYou wish,Ó John laughed. Together they stuck themselves into holes
in the wall. On either side of them the other men did the same. There
were blocks of wood scattered along the wall, for shorter men to stand on,
while men who found themselves at a hole that was too low for them bent
their knees. As luck would have it, both John and Mark, who were similar
in size, found themselves at holes which were exactly the right height for
them.
ÒFeel anything?Ó Mark asked John.
ÒNo. Just air,Ó John answered.
ÒIt feels strange to have my dick cut off from me like this,Ó Mark
said to John.
ÒDonÕt say that word,Ó John said to Mark.
ÒWhat word?Ó Mark asked.
ÒCut off,Ó John said.
ÒOh yeah,Ó Mark agreed.
ÒOUCH!Ó John shouted, suddenly. Valerie had struck his behind with
her whip.
ÒNo talking!Ó Valerie warned. ÒNow keep yourselves pressed to the
wall, men, and endure!Ó
And so they did, for five long minutes, while the females on the
other side did all they could, with their mouths, to make every man come.
Some men did come, hollaring as their sperm shot into a wetly receptive
mouth on the other side of the wall. But somehow John and Mark managed
to hold themselves back, despite taunting flicks of ValerieÕs whip on both
their behinds.
At last the men who had not spurted received permission to
withdraw themselves from the wall. The other men, who had already cum,
had returned to their chairs, and sat sulking.
ÒWell! Well! Well! What have we here?Ó Lady Winston crowed,
coming around from behind the wall. ÒLook at all these stiff penises! You
men have done very well, and IÕm afraid we ladies will have to pay for it
now! What? Who are these men, sitting like laggards in the chairs?
Stiffen up, men, or I shall dismiss you from my party, out into the wind
and the cold!Ó
A man, sitting in a chair, looked at Lady Winston.
ÒI donÕt know if I can,Ó he said. Lady Winston looked over her
shoulder at the women following her out from behind the wall.
ÒLadies, look at these dullards!Ó she declared. ÒShould we let them
stay?Ó
ÒWhen they see a whip land on a female bottom, that will get them
up again, I fear,Ó a woman said.
ÒPerhaps it will,Ó Lady Winston agreed. ÒCome along then, men! All
of you! Let us proceed to the whipping chamber!Ó
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