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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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A PARTY FOR PERVERSION
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Chapter Six
"Hey, this is the bathroom," Jane said as Miriam led them into a tiled
lavatory.
"How observant," Miriam replied. "Girls, I want you each to sit on
the toilet and shuck off your splattered boots." Alison obeyed, and gave a
sigh as she sat on the fur covered toilet seat.
"Ah, the first soft seat I've had in hours," Alison breathed. Then she
gently began to peel off her boots while Lori and Jane waited beside her.
Miriam stepped into the empty bath tub and lay down. She told the
men to come and stand just outside the tub, facing over her. The men
stood and, catching her point, directed their penises down toward her.
"Wait, I want this on film," Jane said, picking up the camera which
Roger had laid by the sink.
"Ready for your golden shower?" Mike asked Miriam. The woman,
lying on her back in the tub, laughed an assent.
Lori, Alison, and Jane watched transfixed as the four men unleashed
a shower of pee from their fully erect penises onto Miriam. The black
haired woman giggled, both averting her face and trying to catch some of
the urine in her mouth as the yellow liquid rained down. In the midst of
the downpour Miriam released her own bladder. It flooded out between her
legs and puddled between her things.
When the men were empty Miriam sat up, wet and bedraggled, like a
kitten caught in a thunderstorm.
"Roger, get these girls started while I take a quick shower," Miriam
commanded.
"Hey, I'd like a shower too," Jane said.
"No group showers at my place," Jane said. "I prefer to bathe
without female company, thank you. Roger?" The older man and his
younger counterparts, spurred on no doubt by the desire in their loins,
ushered the girls out and back to the recalcitrant room.
For the rest of the long evening the girls' screams, some of pleasure
and some not, echoed throughout the room and down the connecting
hallway of the sex shop. There were periods of intense fucking followed
by periods of relaxation, sometimes with the girls receiving refreshments
while still bound to the grim machines. Throughout it all Roger kept his
erection, preferring mostly to watch and help with the torture rather than
actually get down and copulate.
Finally the ordeal came to a close, and the girls were helped out of
their bonds and down off the equipment for the last time. The girls'
bodies were remarkably unmarked considering all they had gone through.
This was because, unknown to them, Miriam was planning a party at which
she hoped to feature their bodies that evening. Mostly the girls had been
administered pain with things like nipple clamps, salted birch rods, and
electric cattle prods (a real surprise to the girls when they were first
produced!).
"Girls, it's time for your graduation certificates," Miriam announced
brightly. She produced a trio of tasseled caps and placed one upon each
girl. She had them line up, nude, in heels, as the men sat back and listened
while Roger gave a rambling speech. Eventually Miriam cut Roger off with
a round of unanticipated applause, which was quickly joined by the others
in hopes of persuading the middle aged man to stop talking. Then each girl
came forward and, nipples quivering, accepted her Certificate of Sexual
Initiation into Kinky Indoor Sports.
When the ceremony was complete the girls passed their diplomas to
their men.
"We can't begin to thank you, but we can try," Jane said to Roger with
a mischievous grin. Suddenly all three girls, still wearing their caps,
attacked the man. They seized his erect penis and began violently
masturbating it. Roger tried to pull himself from the girls' grasp but soon
realized if he still wanted to be a male he'd better not pull away too hard.
The girls rubbed his penis vigorously until suddenly he spurted forth. Lori,
Jane, and Alison put their faces before his penis and laughingly tried to
catch as much of his semen in their mouths as they could.
When Roger was spent the girls rose from his loins. Now he was
free to walk away, having surrendered his seed.
"Mmm, that was fun!" Lori said, wiping her palm over her splattered
face and succeeding only in smearing the sperm about. Miriam laughed
riotously. Now all the men's testicles were thoroughly exhausted,
achingly empty instead of achingly full. Due to his advanced age Roger
would not be erect again for many hours. Like the girls, Peter, Jake, and
Mike were feeling the need more for a bath now than another round of
sexual combat, this even if their penises had been able, which they were
most definitely not.
Jane, Alison, and Lori went to the tub first, while Miriam stayed
behind to engage the men in pleasant conversation and a few amorous
caresses. Then while the girls dried off it was Miriam's turn to shower,
with the men in consideration of all she had done for them. Peter got up
one last erection in the shower and donated it to Miriam, who could be
heard grunting as all four of the men did their best to bring her off in the
grandest style. She sucked Jake's finger while Mike put a finger up her
butt and Roger palmed her breasts. Peter, owing to his many ejaculations,
did not easily surrender what little sperm he had left. His penis had been
aroused to the point of numbness, and it took many strokes before he
finally came in Miriam's vagina. Outside the shower a naked and slightly
jealous Lori, Alicia, and Jane did up each other's hair and toyed with each
other's nipples.
The girls sat in the rushing convertible, the wind streaming back
their hair, as dawn broke over the horizon. Fortunately, the winding beach
road was deserted, as had been the town. The sex emporium had not been
stocked with any normal clothes, and the girls had had to use their tee
shirts to towel off with after showering. Jane kept only one towel at the
store, for herself, and between the men's drying of themselves that had
become thoroughly soaked. Of course there was no washer or dryer in the
sex emporium either, and no convenient coin laundry. Even the girls'
corsets would have been a small comfort, but the puddle of pee which the
girls created on the floor had inadvertently soiled the corsets, which had
been earlier discarded on the floor. Of course, spandex bras with nipple
clamps had not been considered a viable option.
So it was that both the girls and the men found themselves sitting in
Roger's convertible, clean but otherwise totally nude. The girls tried to
cover their breasts by folding their arms over them, which helped keep
them warm, but they were scared to death that someone (perhaps even a
cop!) would come upon them as they sped naked towards Miriam's mansion.
The mansion had been deemed closer than their apartment, and connected
by roads which were less traveled. There they would get something of
Miriam's to wear for the trip back home. Ahead Miriam's red Fiero sped
along, Peter her only passenger, his hand gently rubbing her clitoris
beneath her black cire dress.
Bounding greyhounds met the couples as they exited their cars and
walked somewhat self-consciously up a small sidewalk to the front door
of the mansion. Miriam's garage was full of expensive classic cars,
drained of their fluids, which her husband had collected before his death.
"I must get rid of those things one day," Miriam was saying of the
cars as she led the nude couples into her parlor. "Make yourselves
comfortable, girls, I'll see if I can find something for you to wear."
Miriam returned first with towels for the men, then disappeared
again. A few minutes later she returned with a small hat box.
"I was hoping for something more than a hat," Alison said. Miriam
opened the box. She pulled out patterned opera-length black stockings,
with matching above-the-elbow patterned black gloves. The material was
of silk, and except for the patterns totally transparent.
"I know you were hoping for something more than gloves and
stockings too," Miriam smiled. "But you haven't tried on this sort of
lingerie today yet, have you?"
"They're beautiful," said Jane. "But I was hoping to go home and get
some shut eye. Don't you have anything more substantial?"
"See how this looks while I go back for some more," Miriam urged.
The girls assented and, much to the delight of the men, prettily dressed
themselves in the stockings and gloves. Miriam, by now knowing the girls'
sizes, returned next with heels which she carefully fitted to the girls. A
chubby female maid appeared (much to the embarrassment of the girls!)
and served the men breakfast cakes and Kona coffee. Then the girls were
served as well, accepting the treats with somewhat downcast eyes and a
bit of nervous squirming.
Miriam returned next with lacy bras, which also were quite
transparent.
"Don't you have anything for our, you know," Alison said.
"Your pussies? Of course I have some dildos," Miriam replied.
"That's not what I meant," Alison said. When Miriam had departed
again the gardener appeared, asking for her, and the girls got the bright
idea of covering themselves with the seat cushions from the sofa. But at
the janitor's departure the men stole the cushions from the girls so that
they might more readily admire their charms.
Miriam returned next with leather jerkins, which she put on each
girl and buttoned in front. The girls offered to button the vests
themselves, but Miriam took each vest out one at a time and insisted on
buttoning it herself.
"After all, it's my vest," Miriam said. This the girls could not deny,
wishing for all the world that she would hurry up with 'my' panties.
No panties were forthcoming, however. Instead Miriam announced
that the girls outfits would be complete when she appeared with a trio of
leather miniskirts. These she also put on each girl, tugging it to check the
fit and otherwise luxuriating in the proximity of the girls' pussies. At
this point the girls realized that Miriam was as much interested in
females as she was in males, and since the men were temporarily out of
action she might as well capitalize on enjoying the squirming girls'
nudity.
"I know a club that is open at this hour," Miriam brightly suggested
when she herself had changed. By now the couples had consumed their
fashionable breakfast and were looking to move on.
"I can't, not really," Alison said.
"I'm pretty sleepy," Lori said.
"We don't have any clothes," the men said.
Just then the doorbell rang. The chubby maid answered, and it turned
out that a packet of casual clothing had been delivered for the men. The
maid requested the men's towels, which they grudgingly removed in front
of her. The girls noticed that they were getting hard again.
The males dressed and Miriam convinced the males to get the girls
to go out to a club. Reluctantly the girls agreed, but only on oath from
Miriam that they would not stay long.
The "club" turned out to be a palatial mansion near Miriam. Inside
there was a crowd of people, and no money was taken for either entry or
liquor. Soon the girls were happily dancing, their orifices still aching a
bit from the night before but otherwise totally delighted with their
newfound recreation. Little did they know that they would soon be
introduced to recreation which would threaten to make their pussies and
bottomholes sore all over again.
Because of their lack of sleep and no lack of liquor, the girls found
themselves allowing men and even women to peer into their vests at their
transparently encased breasts. Hands were also to be found massaging
their bare bottoms, and not a few lewd words were whispered into their
ears. The girls' skirts, of course, did not hide much from strangers' eyes
when the dancing became frenetic.
When Lori had danced with most everyone in the place she found
herself in the company of a warm, beautiful woman about ten years older
than her. The woman took her by the hand and offered to show her the
grounds. Lori had noticed couples leaving now and then, including Jane and
Alison, each stopping to receive a key from the mansion's owner. This
woman too took a key, receiving a knowing smile from the owner as she
did so.
"Why do we need a key?" Lori asked innocently.
"Because there's a place I'd like to show you that needs to be
unlocked," the woman said, and then pointed out a feature on the landscape
as they stepped outside.
The view from the mansion was breathtaking. The entire coastline
could be seen, the waves swelling toward shore as a panoply of early
sailors rode the waves out to sea. Nearer a forest graced the hillside as it
sloped away from the mansion, and here and there was a little pool or
fountain. Lori and the woman, whose name was Beth, walked quietly in the
glimmering morning sunlight, listening to the birds as they sang cheery
love songs. Finally they came upon a tiny cabin, which Lori at first
mistook for an outhouse.
"This is what I needed to unlock," Beth said, and put a key in the
door. It swung open to reveal an exquisitely decorated little room with a
silk covered mattress and a scattering of pillows that passed for a floor.
Before Lori knew it she was inside, with the woman locking the door
behind her. On the wall were hung several lengths of chain and a wicked
looking whip.
Lori turned suddenly to the woman, a look of fright crossing her
face.
"I-I'm not sure I want to be here," Lori said, still trying to be polite
despite her alarm.
"Perhaps I should have chosen one of your friends instead of you?"
the woman asked. She turned to a fresh pitcher of cool cream that was on
a ledge next to the mattress and poured it over a bowl of ripe
strawberries.
"No, I like you, it's just that," Lori was saying when the woman
turned and popped a strawberry between her lips. Lori's reaction time
must have been dulled by her sleepiness and the liquor, as she found
herself chewing down on the strawberry as the woman quickly made to
undo the buttons of her vest.
"It's your bed time, little girl," the woman said gently. The vest was
undone and pulled off Lori's shoulders. "Did you not say you were sleepy?"
"Yes but," Lori began. "But I have to go to the bathroom!" At this she
beamed, thinking she had hit upon an excuse to escape. In this she was
mistaken.
The woman pointed to the small porcelain pitcher which had held the
cream. Beside it was a box of kleenex.
"We'll both use that in a minute, dear," the woman said. Unwilling to
risk Lori's refusal by asking her to turn around so she might undo her lacy
bra, the woman instead chose to unzip the zipper along the side of Lori's
miniskirt. Lori made to reach for the skirt as it fell to the ground, but the
woman caught one of her hands, leaving Lori holding an opened skirt that
was no longer on her.
"You're surrounded by luxury, a mere school girl like you, and you
don't appreciate it," Beth said, looking straight into Lori's big blue eyes.
"No, I do," Lori objected. "It's a beautiful estate and I'm very
grateful, it's just, just.."
"Do you usually sleep in your clothes?" the woman asked.
"No," Lori admitted.
"And are you not tired?"
"Yes," Lori said reluctantly, then had to stifle a yawn.
"And is this not an excellent little cabin in which to lie down and
take a nap?" Beth said.
"Yes, but," Lori objected.
"The whip and chains?" Beth said. "Our host caters to more than
just you. On other occasions other couples desire something more than
just a nap." The woman turned away from Lori and picked up a small
leather bound book. "I wanted a little girl of my own, but I've discovered
that I'm infertile. If it's not too much to ask please undress and let me
tuck you in and feed you strawberries and read you a bedtime story. I was
told you were out to explore different aspects of yourself, and that is why
I chose you. Was the man called Peter lying?"
"No, he wasn't lying," Lori said. She unhooked her bra and allowed it
to flutter to the floor. It actually landed on the silk mattress, which
started just a foot or so inside the door. Lori kicked off her heels and
crawled onto the bed. She scooped up a cushion and squeezed it.
"Mmm, this feels so good," Lori said happily. In fact it was
impossible for her to be 'tucked in,' as the mattress was fitted with only a
silk covering to protect it and no sheets or blankets. Lori tossed the
cushion and hit the woman.
"Read me a bedtime story," Lori said impudently. The woman smiled
and picked up the bowl of creamy strawberries and sat down on the bed
beside Lori. She had taken off her own bra and her breasts were large and
motherly, hanging down slightly Lori's were not as large and still jutted
forth with the full prominence of youth. The woman popped a strawberry
in Lori's mouth and the little girl eagerly chewed it. Despite the
continental breakfast of cakes and coffee at Miriam's, Lori was still
hungry, having missed dinner entirely the previous night.
The woman dangled the next strawberry above Lori, and she was
forced to rise up somewhat to catch it between her teeth. Lori smiled at
the woman as she lay back, cream dribbling carelessly from the corner of
her mouth as she chewed the ripe fruit. Lori was naked except for her
black silk stockings, which came up almost to her pussy, and her long
opera gloves which nearly extended to her arm pits. Lori's torso, however,
was totally naked, and its openness as she lay there sparked Beth's
creativity.
Beth plucked a strawberry from the bowl. It was dripping with
cream, and she held it over Lori's closest breast. Cream dripped on the
nipple, and Lori opened her mouth in pretend surprise. Lori was then fed
the strawberry, and the next was used to drip cream on her other breast.
After several more strawberries it was Lori's smooth tummy which
attracted Beth's attention.
"Just think," Beth said, "if you skip your pill your tummy will swell
with child." The woman bent and lightly kissed Lori's navel. When she
lifted her head Lori was looking at her with deep, meaningful eyes.
"How do you want me?" Lori whispered.
"What?" Beth asked.
"You're so kind, better than my own mother evenÑ" Lori said. "ÑWho's
a bitch." Lori sat up on her hands. Below her the woman felt Lori's bare
thigh upon her as Lori spread her legs. Lori tossed her blonde mane and
licked cream from the corner of her mouth. "Please, if it gives you
pleasure, please take me any way you wish."
"After your bed time story," the woman smiled, touching her finger
to Lori's cute little nose. The woman rose and began taking the rest of her
clothes off. Lori watched her intently.
"Please, leave those on, I like them," Lori said of the woman's lacy
crotchless panties when she was about to remove them."
"Alright," the woman smiled. She picked up the little leather book
and sat back down beside Lori.
The bed time story proved to be anything but what a mother would
want her daughter to hear. It featured a very virile male bunny rabbit who
delighted in perverse forms of sexual pleasure. There was some romance
as well, between a racoon and a falcon. Soon Lori found herself squirming
on the silk mattress, not wanting to touch herself but feeling very
aroused. As Beth continued reading she allowed her fingers to trace a path
down Lori's belly to her pubic thatch, where she roamed just above the
labia lips and pulled gently at Lori's curls. Lori wriggled amorously on the
silk as she let her own fingers trace invisible patterns on the woman's
belly.
"I wish you could have children," Lori breathed. "I'd love to play with
your son."
"I'm sure he'd love to 'play,' as you put it, with you," the woman
smiled. Lori's hand slipped to the curls of the woman's pussy where she
toyed just above the labia lips with her curls.
After a few more minutes of reading aloud Beth looked up from the
book.
"There's a strap on dildo behind the end of the mattress," Jill said.
"Would you like me to use it on you?" Lori looked at her, rolled partially
over on her tummy, and reached toward the end of the mattress. The
woman caressed Lori's bottom.
Lori found the dildo and pulled it out with a gasp. It was huge, and
made of hard but flexible rubber.
"I, I don't know if I can take this," Lori said warily as she held it up.
"We can try, can't we?" Beth asked.
"If you promise not to hurt me with it," Lori replied.
"Roll over on your tummy and lift up that beautiful bottom of yours,"
Beth said.
"Not anally?" Lori asked, alarmed.
"There's a slimmer one for your anus," Beth said. "And unlike your
boyfriend it doesn't get soft."
"We could do it for hours," Lori said, obediently lifting her bottom
high and pressing her face to the mattress. She stifled a yawn. Beth rose
and took down a slim, gleaming chain from the wall. Lori's eyes widened.
"Do you trust me?" Beth asked Lori.
"Yes," Lori said sheepishly. A dollop of saliva formed in the corner
of her mouth closest to the mattress.
"Good, because I like my girls chained," Beth said. She had Lori
extend her arms beyond her head and crawled forward and bound them with
the chain. Then the free end of the chain was slipped twice through a ring
just out of sight below the edge of the mattress. Next Jill wrapped a
chain around each of Lori's thighs and drew the chains beyond Lori's head
to fasten them in other rings below the end of the mattress. After this
more chains were bound around Lori's thighs, but they were drawn down
beyond her feet to be fastened at the foot of the mattress. Then a chain
was put around Lori's left thigh, and drawn taut and fastened to the wall
to the left of her. Another chain, bound around her right thigh, was
secured to the wall to her right. Now Lori could neither move her thighs
forward, backward, or to the side, or even lift them up more than a
fraction of an inch. She was totally secured, and totally exposed to
whatever Beth might fancy.
"I hope you had a normal childhood," Lori said meekly.
"I didn't," Beth smiled. Her eyes glinted with anticipation. "It's
potty time." Beth produced the now empty cream pitcher and placed it
beneath Lori's upraised thighs. Lori was of course kneeling on the
mattress, and the woman blew upon her pussy in an attempt to make her
urinate. After a minute Lori obliged the woman by peeing into the pitcher.
There was no splattering of pee due to the pitcher's depth and the close
proximity of Lori's pussy to its mouth.
"Good girl," Beth said, wiping Lori's peehole with kleenex. Lori
shuddered at the touch, both with passion and fear of the unknown. She
was no longer quite so sleepy.
"I shall have to gag you so we don't disturb the others," Beth
announced.
"ButÑ" Lori was about to protest.
"No buts, darling, except of course the one you're so generously
presenting to me," Beth replied. Before Lori could say more Beth had a
soft strip of leather at her lips, and not really knowing how in her current
position she could do anything by resisting other than anger the woman,
Lori opened up her mouth to the gag. Beth worked it in, and then tied it
tightly at the back of Lori's head. As she did so Lori's eyes bulged out.
Now she was truly a captive to this woman's desires, unable even to
scream. Lori trembled. She did not even know the woman's last name.
Beth took a cane down from the wall and flexed it. She swished it
hard down upon the bed, making a loud crack. Lori wondered what this
woman had in store for her as the cane whacked the mattress repeatedly
around her. She eyed the instrument warily. This woman undoubtedly
planned to make quite a lot of noise with the cane. It was only Lori whom
she wished to keep as silent as possible. Just how loudly did Beth expect
Lori to scream if she were left ungagged? So loudly that people would
feel compelled to intervene? Lori was trembling visibly.
"Don't be afraid, you'll learn to like the cane," Beth said gently,
caressing Lori's exposed haunches. Lori tongued her gag but could make no
reply. Just then there was a knock at the door.
It was Jane! Lori felt a wave of relief. But her sense of security
faded as Beth and Jane greeted each other as old friends.
"I see you've got my little friend trussed up nicely," Jane said to
Beth.
"She looks lovely, doesn't she? And I see you've saved those white
cheeks of hers just for me," Beth said.
"Yeah, we stuck mostly to cattle prods last night. Very low voltage,
though. But enough to give a shock to a child like her," Jane grinned.
"Actually I think Miriam was saving her for tonight."
"Well, I beat her to it," Beth said.
"Would you ladies like some tea?" A white-coated servant asked,
appearing at the door. He made as if he did not even notice Lori's presence
as he was invited in and poured Beth and Jane each a cup.
Lori felt very forlorn and alone as the two girls sat chatting, Jane
still attired but Beth naked. Lori had known Jane for less than a day and
Beth for less than an hour. Perhaps she should have listened to her mother
and gone to school yesterday.
Finally Jane removed her vest to show off the bra Miriam had given
her. Lori had worn one quite similar, but with a different pattern sewn
into it.
"I know what you need," Lori said suddenly to Beth. She picked up a
dildo and offered to plug Beth's pussy with it.
"That sounds like fun," Beth agreed, and slid forward on the mattress
so that her pussy was right at the edge. She spread her legs as wide as
possible and then fingered open her labia lips. Jane knelt before her and
put the base of the dildo between her teeth. Then she gently began pushing
it up Beth. The woman gave thrusts with her hips to help Jane's progress.
Finally the dildo was up her. It was connected by a wire to the wall, ready
to be switched on when Beth wished. Jane flicked it on for a moment to
test it, and Beth shivered in sweet agony.
Next the huge strap-on dildo was mounted on Beth. Lori shuddered;
this one was meant for her. A strap was passed between Beth's legs, then
a second strap was looped around her waist and joined to the first in the
small of her back.
"Have fun!" Jane said, and departed, buttoning her vest as she turned
to walk back up the grassy hill. Beth locked the door behind her.
"Ready little lady?" Beth asked Lori. "I know I am!"
The first stroke was harder than any Lori had ever received. She
bucked in her chains, her eyes wide with fright.
"That wasn't so hard," Beth said. "Haven't you ever been caned
properly before?" Lori shook her head 'no,' about the only movement still
left to her.
"Well, here's another," Beth announced, and whacked her even harder.
When Lori's bottom had been properly laced with bright red strokes,
the white-coated servant appeared again. Beth admitted him, and settled
down to another cup of tea. The servant left, and the door was locked once
more.
Lori was sobbing into a pillow, and had cried louder as the servant
poured the tea, but to no avail. Surely he had seen her poor bottom! Surely
he had seen the monstrous dildo Beth was wearing...a dildo Lori in her pain
was now convinced was much too large for her.
Soon Beth resumed whacking Lori, concentrating now on her upraised
thighs and counting how many runs she could put in Lori's expensive
stockings. Then it was on to Lori's back, Beth complimenting herself as
she made various patterns with the rod. Finally Beth settled down to a
game of solitaire tic-tac-toe, using the lines on Lori's bottom to make X's
and O's with a squeeze bottle of cream.
Next Beth selected a slim, flexible anal dildo, and proceeded to
anoint it with a bottle of oil. Then she gently introduced it into Lori's
rectum, giving the girl encouraging slaps with her palm to get her to
thrust out her bottom as far as possible, thereby spreading her cheeks
wider. At the same time Beth told Lori to relax.
Beth was true to her word, however, when it came to the gigantic
dildo. She fitted it in as far as she could, to much mewing and wriggling
of protest from Lori, and when she felt she had given Lori as much of the
length as she could take Beth began thrusting slowly in and out. At the
same time Beth flicked on the switch for the dildo that was up her own
pussy. Beth trembled with passion, her own vigor transmitted with the
help of the electricity to Lori's pussy. Beth shivered and thrust, Lori, still
crying, released herself in multiple orgasms.
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