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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Penitents
Chapter One
The hotel veranda jutted out over the beach. Down below the
veranda, half-hidden in the encroaching darkness of the night, rising in the
sky even as the tide rose on the beach, was the hotelÕs bar. It was
customary for guests and swimmers, whether staying at the hotel or not,
to mingle here. Had Jeff been a girl he might have covered up, drawing a
skirt or sash of cloth across his swimsuit; but he was a male, and he
strode toward the bar with easy grace, wearing only his Speedo swimsuit,
carrying his surfboard. In America the fashion was baggy shorts but here
in Italy ball-hugger swimsuits still prevailed among the men. At first
this seemingly retro preference had surprised Jeff; then heÕd realized that
the lighter, almost nonexistent Speedo left him free to travel faster in
the waves. Jeff had long since mastered the easier waves and he wanted
to push himself as far and fast as he could. If he could have swum naked,
he would have.
Jeff found a spot amidst the people crowded around the bar and set
down his surfboard. He was aware of three delicate girls in bikinis
smiling at him from the distance of about 20 feet, out on the sand. They
were quite pretty but he ignored them. Girls were becoming boring for
him. They did whatever he asked, and they were completely inexperienced
to boot, in most cases. Jeff was 16 and he wanted more. He looked 18;
the bartender didnÕt question him as he ordered a Pina Colada.
The drink was served, Jeff took out the straw and threw it on the
sand. He pushed aside the little umbrella. They were frivolities for the
tourists and after a hard day of surfing he was toying with the idea of
getting drunk. It could all be put on his room tab; his father was an
American executive, pleasantly liberal and wealthy and conveniently
absent most of the time. He was rather like the young girls who seemed
so infatuated with him, Jeff thought as he downed his drink in one gulp.
Easy, almost too easy, letting him do whatever he liked.
ÒLittering is illegal,Ó a womanÕs voice said. Jeff looked up as he
thumped his empty liquor glass down on the bar. A gorgeous woman stood
in front of him. Jeff guessed she was about 23. The first thing he noticed
about her was what everyone else at the bar was just noticing; her bust
was magnificent. It preceded her by a considerable distance and Jeff had
the best vantage point, he saw, for she was facing him, looking directly at
him, and he could see right down into her decollete dress. It was cut
daringly low, though perhaps not too racily for a hotel on a topless beach.
Jeff could just make out the tops of the womanÕs nipples. Her white
bosoms above her nipples quivered as she looked at him, her breasts
seemingly winning the battle against her tight dress, about to break free.
Jeff savored the womanÕs pink nipples a moment, the tops of them, and as
he did he noticed a curious thing. He must have aroused the woman for as
she continued to look at him her nipples, inside her thin dress, sprung up,
little points rising as if for JeffÕs amusement. The effect on JeffÕs groin
was instantaneous. As the woman looked at him JeffÕs penis enlarged,
inside his suit, straining the fabric of his Speedos to the bursting point.
It was rather embarrassing; Jeff knew the three little girls were still
watching him from 20 feet away, and based on his looks he knew others
must be watching too; he was always an object of attention wherever he
went.
The woman did not fail to notice the increased size of the lump in
JeffÕs swimsuit. In fact the nylon of his suit was sufficiently thin to
allow the various parts of his penis to be discerned; the flanged cock head
at the front, pushing against his suit mightily; the pee hole at its tip, the
snakelike shaft. As JeffÕs penis grew his suit was pulled outward.
Looking down, even as Jeff looked down into the womanÕs dress, seeing her
breasts, she looked down into his Speedos, seeing now the curls of his
pubic hair, which matched his blonde locks, and the root of his cock.
When at last JeffÕs eyes met the womanÕs she had taken her gaze
from his cock and was looking directly at him. Before he had grown, down
below, he had felt her eyes on his face and now there they were again.
They seemed to drill right into him. She repeated that littering was
illegal and Jeff looked, not entirely without guilt, at the straw that heÕd
tossed on the sand.
ÒIÕm sure it will cause the fall of the Roman Empire,Ó Jeff answered
the woman sardonically. To his surprise she didnÕt melt at his Jimmy
Dean flippance, not even when he flashed her his trademark smirk.
ÒProtecting the environment is important,Ó the woman told Jeff.
ÒPick it up,Ó she said, indicating the straw with a pointing of her finger.
Immediately Jeff was impressed with the length of the womanÕs
fingernail, as it tried to humiliate him, pointing down at the straw,
everyone at the bar still watching. This was no little girl whoÕd spent the
afternoon experimenting with nail polish, like the little girls who were
somewhere behind him admiring his bod. This nail was perfect, gleaming
in the last dying rays of the sun, matched by four others on her hand, all of
them clear and yet somehow sparkling like opal. ÒPick it up,Ó the woman
said again. Jeff felt an inward grimace, even as he enjoyed the sound of
the womanÕs voice. It wasnÕt loud or angry. It was soft, luscious to hear,
delicate, yet within its softness was an urgency, a sense of command,
that Jeff found almost irresistible.
Yet he did resist; he was 16 and he didnÕt like having adults tell him
what to do, not even beautiful young adults like this woman. Again, with
everyone watching, she spoke her command: ÒPick it up.Ó Now the whole
scene was beginning to become acutely embarrassing for Jeff. Who was
this damn woman, walking right up to him and bossing him around, making
him pop a hard on in front of half the beach with her astounding beauty?
More to save her from embarrassment by disobeying her again, Jeff bent
down and picked up the straw. He tossed it onto the bar. Sand that had
become stuck to the straw scattered onto the clean formica.
ÒThere. Satisfied?Ó Jeff asked the woman.
ÒYes. Thank you,Ó the woman answered. The bar tender appeared and
asked her what she wanted. She leaned forward, exposing more of her
breasts to Jeff, the cones of her tits nearly popping free of her dress, and
got of whiff of his drink. ÒIÕll have what heÕs having,Ó the woman
answered.
ÒItÕs a Pina Colada,Ó Jeff said.
ÒThere. I thought I recognized it but I didnÕt quite,Ó the woman
smiled at Jeff. She had bedroom eyes, Jeff thought, wide spaced and
fringed with thick, long lashes. They fluttered as she spoke to him, her
iciness melting quickly.
ÒPina Colada,Ó the bartender said to himself, turning to go make the
drink.
ÒPut it on my tab,Ó Jeff called after the bartender.
ÒThanks,Ó the woman smiled at Jeff.
They talked awhile and Jeff told her that he was visiting Italy, for
how long he didnÕt know, however long his father needed to do his business
stuff, which might be weeks or even months. The man was trying to set
something up in Eastern Europe. Jeff didnÕt know much about it and cared
less. As long as his father was absent and the money kept flowing, Jeff
could do pretty much whatever he liked. And he liked that. The woman,
whose name was Alexandra, agreed with Jeff that he had scored a choice
summer. It was July and who knew how long he might be able to keep
surfing? August lay beyond, and then perhaps even September, if JeffÕs
dad was absent-minded enough. The woman seemed surprised to learn that
Jeff was only 16.
ÒYeah, people usually think IÕm 18,Ó Jeff said, then realized the
bartender might stop serving him if he knew his real age and glanced over
at the man to see if he was listening. If he was, he didnÕt show it. Here in
Italy everything was as free and easy as JeffÕs life. Almost too free and
easy, Jeff thought to himself, to the point of lacking excitement. Which is
why heÕd developed his little hobby. Jeff looked at his Pina Colada glass.
He was on his third and his head was beginning to buzz a little, but not as
much as heÕd been hoping. ÒHowÕd you like something better than this?Ó
Jeff asked Alexandra. The woman was still on her first glass and she
looked at him with surprised eyes.
ÒWhat could be better than a cold drink after a hot day?Ó Alexandra
asked Jeff. He looked at her dark eyes and her dark hair, which she had
loosely pinned up, her short gown which seemed a cross between
something light a woman might wear on a warm day and a sexy evening
gown.
ÒCome on, IÕll show you,Ó Jeff said to the woman. He cocked his
head. They put their glasses down on the bar and she followed him around
back behind some outdoor showers.
ÒIÕm not that kind of girl,Ó Alexandra was saying when Jeff turned
around and faced her again. He knew what she was saying; she thought he
was trying to lure her up to his bedroom for sex. That would come later,
after heÕd prepped her, Jeff laughed to himself. He pulled open his
swimsuit and jammed his hand down into it. He reached down past his
penis. It leapt at the sudden contact of flesh on flesh, despite the fact
that it was only his own fingers touching himself. It grew harder. Jeff
tried to ignore it and reached further into his suit, down under his balls.
They were heavy and full, tight and drawn up from a long day catching
waves. Jeff pulled a tiny plastic bag out of his swimsuit. He showed it to
the woman. She saw white powder inside.
ÒWhat is it?Ó Alexandra asked with wide eyes.
ÒCocaine,Ó Jeff said. Ò100 percent pure.Ó Of course Alexandra could
already guess the general nature of the thing. She had long since found
life as a beauty as boring as Jeff did. SheÕd given up runway modelling and
applied to become a police officer. Now she was one, undercover, assigned
to stop the drug dealing that was taking place on ItalyÕs beaches. And here
he was, a perp in a little swimsuit, but Alexandra looked again at his
penis, stretching itself hard in his Speedos, and decided she had no
intention of arresting this one. ÒIÕll give you a discount,Ó Jeff told
Alexandra. He looked at her hopefully. Of course he had no need for the
money the sale would bring, he did it more for the excitement, to try to
make his too free and easy life a little more challenging. And he did it for
another reason too; if he could get this woman high he imagined he could
get her into bed.
ÒI donÕt know...Ó Alexandra said, looking with feigned innocence at
the little white packet. ÒDid you ever see cop shows where the cops do
things that theyÕre not supposed to?Ó Alexandra asked Jeff. The boy shook
his broad, bare shoulders and answered,
ÒDonÕt worry. IÕm not a cop.Ó Alexandra smiled. She let her finger
touch the plastic bag.
ÒI mean, I saw a movie once. In it a cop got fed up and decided to
take the law into his own hands,Ó Alexandra said, letting the pad of her
finger stroke the white bag now, as Jeff continued to hold it.
ÒI know. You want a free sample,Ó Jeff said.
ÒNot quite,Ó Alexandra smiled at Jeff. He was somewhat taller than
her, despite his youth, and she gently raised her eyes up to his, her finger
still massaging the little packet he held in his hand. ÒYou see, IÕm a cop.
Undercover,Ó Alexandra said to Jeff. The boy drew back, Alexandra
reached for his swimsuit and caught it by the waistband.
ÒLet go!Ó Jeff said. His chest, like sculpted marble, tensed. His fist
was tightly closed now over the packet of cocaine. Alexandra laughed. If
Jeff tried to run with her hand holding his suit heÕd wind up running across
the beach naked.
ÒPerhaps you should think twice next time before trying to sell
cocaine wearing nothing but your Speedos,Ó Alexandra told Jeff. The young
man glared at the cop. She was much too beautiful for him to punch. He
grabbed her wrist but she continued holding his swimsuit. Then, with her
other hand, she pressed her advantage; she frankly attacked his suit and
yanked out his penis.
ÒHey, you canÕt do that!Ó Jeff said. He gaped at his cock. It was
erect, free of his suit now, quivering in the air like some dogÕs nose
sniffing drugs. With one hand he still held the cocaine. With his other
hand he gripped the womanÕs wrist. It seemed a stand-off, except that the
pressure of the beautiful copÕs hand on JeffÕs penis was threatening to
make him spurt. Then suddenly he got the idea of swallowing the cocaine;
she couldnÕt arrest him if there wasnÕt any evidence.
ÒNo!Ó the police woman shouted as Jeff lifted the bag of cocaine to
his mouth. Jeff saw fear in her eyes. It stopped him; who was this
strange woman? ÒThatÕs not good for you, and you know it,Ó Alexandra
said to Jeff. He fought the urge to spill in her hand, his chest heaving now
as his heart beat hard.
ÒIÕm not going to jail,Ó Jeff said. ÒEspecially an Italian jail,Ó he
added. The womanÕs grip loosened on JeffÕs penis and to his heart-
shuddering surprise she began to stroke it.
ÒDid I say youÕre under arrest?Ó the woman asked Jeff.
ÒI thought--Ó Jeff began.
ÒStop thinking and listen,Ó the woman told Jeff, her voice of
command, that sheÕd used with him at the bar, soft-spoken but glorious,
returning. ÒI was trying to tell you earlier,Ó she continued. ÒI am a cop,
but IÕm not arresting you. IÕm taking my badge off in your particular case.
If, that is, you agree to my proposal.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Jeff asked. The woman was massaging his penis now
and he wished to God sheÕd stop; he felt as if he was going to ejaculate all
over her at any moment. Yet his masculine ego prevented it. With the
blood pounding in his head, he tried to listen to her.
ÒYouÕre a cocky young thing,Ó the woman said to Jeff, ÒLittering the
beach and trying to sell drugs. Most collars IÕd take straight to jail but
youÕre too beautiful for that. Why should I turn your tight little ass over
to a bunch of cons? IÕm going to keep you for myself, if you agree.Ó She
smiled as she saw Jeff shudder. She lifted her hand from his penis.
ÒThank you,Ó Jeff groaned, and the woman knew that he wasnÕt
referring to just her decision not to book him. His cock quavered urgently
on the air. She kept her hand just above it, ready to embarrass him at a
momentÕs notice if he disobeyed her.
ÒIn my case I happen to be starting up a sideline, besides my cop
duties,Ó Alexandra said to Jeff. ÒA few months ago I decided to become a
dominatrix.Ó
ÒA what?Ó Jeff asked. His penis nearly exploded as the word
touched his ears. Of course he knew what sheÕd said, heÕd heard of such
things, but the word seemed too shocking to be true.
ÒA dominatrix,Ó Alexandra smiled. Lightly she let her fingertips
connect with JeffÕs penis and he groaned; she laughed as he nearly shot
himself onto her gown. ÒA dominatrix is a woman who dominates men,Ó
Alexandra explained to Jeff. ÒYouÕre in need of discipline and learning how
to crack safes from criminals in jail isnÕt going to help you much. So I
have a proposal. I want to give you time to think about it, itÕs not
something you should agree to hastily. If youÕre willing, instead of
arresting you IÕll take you to my punishment chamber. YouÕll be a prisoner,
but donÕt worry, you wonÕt have to wear a pink jumpsuit. Instead youÕll be
naked, throughout the entire experience. YouÕll have no freedom except to
stay hard.Ó Lightly she ran a finger down the length of JeffÕs cock, right
to his root. She let her fingers play in his pubic hair as he fought to
control himself. Sticking up before her like some boy face to face with a
Penthouse Pet, Jeff stammered,
ÒHard?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Alexandra explained. ÒIt would hardly be fair to my
government for me to give you a sex romp for selling drugs. Ejaculation
will not be permitted in my punishment chamber. There will be no sex,
dear boy, just a series of rigorous and painful workouts designed to instill
in you a sense of obedience. You will learn to obey me and, through me, the
law. You will learn to control your urges, so that they donÕt run away with
you.Ó
ÒWill I--Ó Jeff began, but Alexandra took her finger from the root of
JeffÕs penis and put it to his mouth.
ÒShhhh,Ó Alexandra said. ÒIÕm going to taste you.Ó She got down on
her knees, this police officer, as Jeff stood dumbfounded, holding his
packet of cocaine in his fist. He no longer had her by the wrist, heÕd let go
of her long ago as her stroking fingers played with his cock. Now she
opened her succulent lips and put the end of his penis, the bulbous cock
head, into her mouth, opening her jaws wide to accommodate his
thickness. JeffÕs penis leapt, not breaking free of her but nearly breaking
loose his torrent of sperm. He watched Alexandra suck on him as if he
were an extra-wide straw in her Pina Colada glass. Her mouth was warm
and wet, a perfect refuge for his straining cock. Then, when Jeff was sure
he was going to flood AlexandraÕs mouth with himself, the woman abruptly
pulled him out of her. Smiling up at him, she flicked his penis, his pee
hole, with her tongue. ÒYou passed the final test. You taste delicious,Ó
Alexandra said, her breath wafting over JeffÕs cock head.
ÒPlease. Finish me!Ó Jeff said to the woman. She cocked her head to
one side, a strand of her hair tumbling down into her eyes. Still on her
knees, Alexandra smiled more broadly. She took JeffÕs cock with two
fingers. Holding him tightly she pushed him into her bustline, inbetween
her breasts which remained trapped in her dress. Jeff let out a loud groan.
His head flung itself back as he felt the pillowed softness of the womanÕs
breasts enclose him. Gently Alexandra pumped Jeff back and forth
between her tits, letting him glory in her plump cones.
ÒYou have a week to decide your fate,Ó Alexandra told Jeff. ÒOne
week, then IÕll call you and weÕll see what your decision is.Ó
ÒYes! Yes!Ó Jeff cried.
ÒIÕm sorry, but youÕll have to take the week to think about it,Ó
Alexandra said. ÒThe ordeal, if you agree to it, will be prolonged and
severe. Any disobedience, such as ejaculating, will result in extra
punishment, above and beyond what youÕre already in for. You will not be
permitted to quit or leave early. The entire curriculum will have to be
completed before I let you go.Ó
ÒAlright!Ó Jeff said.
ÒAnd one more thing,Ó Alexandra told Jeff. ÒFor the entire week
before you come to stay with me, you must not have sex with anyone, not
even with those cute little girls in their bikinis that I saw eyeing you on
the beach. And no masturbating, of course.Ó
ÒRight!Ó Jeff said. Suddenly Alexandra pulled him out of her tits.
Jeff gaped down at himself. He watched as AlexandraÕs fingers uncoiled
from him and let him go. He brimmed with sperm; he was sure he was
going to cum all over the womanÕs dress or, preferably, inside it,
copiously flooding her bosoms with his seed.
ÒYou wouldnÕt want to stain my dress, would you?Ó Alexandra asked
Jeff. She stood up. She smiled and turned to go.
ÒDonÕt leave me like this!Ó Jeff cried.
ÒI wonÕt. I have to go get a pen from the bartender, and some paper,
so I can write down your phone number,Ó Alexandra told Jeff.
The 16-year-old waited with his Speedos down around his thighs,
behind the showers, as the cop went back to the bar. He was unbearably
hard. He couldnÕt have fitted himself back into his swimsuit even if heÕd
had a team of horses to help him. Alexandra returned, after a lengthy
delay.
ÒMy, youÕre still hard,Ó Alexandra smiled. ÒWhatÕs your phone
number?Ó Alexandra asked Jeff. He gave it to her, his cock quivering on
the air. When she had written his number down he asked her for hers.
ÒSorry. ThatÕs confidential,Ó the woman told Jeff. Then she turned
to leave again and added, ÒDonÕt get yourself arrested for indecent
exposure.Ó
She left him there, with his penis out. It was half an hour before
Jeff could soften enough to get himself back into his Speedos. Even then,
the lessening of his erection was only momentary. No sooner had he got
himself back into his suit than he hardened again, thinking of the woman.
It was with rapid steps that he crossed the hotel lobby to get to the
elevators that went to his room.
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