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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NUDIE NURSERY
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Chapter Five
Jasmine had been right. When I got home, when I met my friends, I
couldnÕt help myself. I had to show them my ass! I turned round and bent
over and hiked down my tight, ass-clinging jeans. And they saw it. Two
strong welts ridged across my bottom. They ran their fingers over my
welts and gasped at my bravery.
ÒI want more,Ó I told them, my head down, my hair falling in
streaming strands to the floor, the cones of my breasts heavy in my
sweater. I wiggled my bottom and felt my cheeks tingle. They were
plump, inviting. ÒGet my camera off my night table and take a picture of
my ass! I want to send it to that man Jasmine told me about.Ó
My girlfriends complied. They took a photograph, not of my face but
just of my ass. I sealed it in a pink envelope and sent it to the P.O. Box of
the man on the business card.
I received no reply. Jasmine had warned me that I wouldnÕt. Finally,
drawing up all my courage, making the call from my bedroom, alone, in the
middle of the night, I spoke to him. I hugged my teddy bear as I spoke to
him. A woman answered, but she put me on the line with him as soon as I
asked for him by his special name.
ÒSauron,Ó he wished to be called. I knew of the character. Sauron
controlled little hobbits in the Lord of the Rings and made them do his
bidding. If he caught them. If they came to him and let him catch them.
Hobbits, and elves too, and fairies, perhaps, though IÕd never finished the
book. It was too long. Was this real Sauron too long?
I bought a whip. He told me on the phone where to buy it. I
presented the whip at the counter and the clerk looked at me with knowing
eyes. She rung me up and I left, blushing, holding the whip in an
equestrian shopping bag close to my chest.
I caught a ride with a girlfriend that afternoon. She told my mom I
was going camping with her girl scout troop. But instead, deep in the
canyons outside L.A., finding his house on a peak at the top of a canyon
that gave a beautiful view of the city, she let me out. I turned and waved
goodbye to her as she sped off in her Mustang. She didnÕt want to leave
me. But I made her, and she complied at last, holding my hand, begging me
to be careful and to call her as soon as I could. I promised I would.
With fearful steps I approached his house. A woman, working in the
garden, greeted me. She was his housekeeper. I recognized her voice from
the phone.
ÒYes, come right in, dear. HeÕs expecting you,Ó she told me. As soon
as we were inside she told me to take off my clothes.
I shivered. I hesitated. ÒYou have the whip? Good,Ó she said, taking
my shopping bag, opening it, looking inside. ÒUndress, dear. Everything.Ó
ÒEven my panties?Ó I asked, unbuttoning my jeans. I savored the
words. I was scared out of my wits but, somehow, I found pleasure in
asking for mercy and being refused.
ÒYes, of course, darling. Get them right off,Ó she replied. He
appeared in the doorway. He was big and strong and his hair was dark and
he had skipped shaving for several days. I stared. He stared back. Slowly,
our eyes still gripped by one another, I slipped out of my clothes. When I
was bare and naked and left in only my shoes and my earrings, his
housekeeper took my hand. She presented me to him. Standing with my
nipples like thorns, poking up at him, held aloft by my young, uptilted
breasts, I gazed at him and bit my lip. I let his eyes move over my face,
then down, knowing what he was looking at. Freely he admired my
breasts, letting me blush as he gazed at them; then his eyes trailed down
over my softly breathing belly to my bush. He put his thumbs to my thighs
and I yelped as he rudely yanked my legs apart. I almost lost my balance.
His housekeeper grabbed my shoulders to keep me from falling.
The strange manÕs thumbs intruded into my cunny. I felt helpless
before him. My breath rushed in and out of my chest, quick, fearful, as he
probed me.
ÒYes, you are excited, arenÕt you?Ó he asked me. He sought my spot
and brushed a thumb over it. He had callouses on his hands. He treated me
roughly, not asking my name or showing me any emotion, simply grabbing
my cunt and opening it.
ÒI--Ó There was nothing I could say. I knew he would be
uncompromising with me. I felt a sudden panic. The housekeeper slapped
my bottom.
He kept one hand on my cunny but put the other beneath my chin and
lifted it. He kissed my lips. ÒYou will do well here,Ó he told me. ÒWe will
teach you what you need to know.Ó
ÒI donÕt need to know anything,Ó I begged. But he didnÕt listen. He
picked me up in his arms and I kicked and screamed as he carried me
bodily through his house. His shirt was made from hemp and it felt
demanding against my skin, a rough fabric, not smooth and soft like
everything was at JasmineÕs, but manly and rough.
I was taken outside to the porch on their backyard. A blanket had
been thrown down on the concrete and I saw, to my utter shock, a dog food
bowl on the porch with my name on it. ÒKelly,Ó it proclaimed, and beside
it was a dish with fresh water.
ÒSuch a sweet pet. Thank you for buying me a little pet,Ó the
housekeeper said to my master.
ÒSheÕs a stray, I think,Ó my master replied.
ÒYes, a stray. But we will teach her obedience,Ó the woman replied.
As the sun set into the distant sea, sinking slowly, the Pacific
swallowing it up as if it were a red plum, they began to teach me tricks.
THE END
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