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D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Twenty
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Fourteen

         James passed a hand over Alicia's cleavage, tweaking her exposed 
nipples.  His hand slipped around to her back and down her sweater to 
her belt.  He fingered it.
         "I hope this will prove useful later this evening," James said to 
Alicia, disengaging his lips from hers.  Alicia felt the pressure of 
James' hand upon her belt.
         "I'm afraid it may," Alicia whispered.  James then transferred his 
mouth to that of his wife, as Alicia, with glistening eyes, looked on.  
James surged himself upward inside Deliah.  His penis embedded itself 
to the hilt.  Alicia reached down and gave James' balls an encouraging 
squeeze.  James began working his hips in and out, his member sluicing 
inside the tight but wet confines of Deliah's pussy.  
         Alicia released her hold on James' testicles to watch them slap 
against the innermost curve of Deliah's bottom.  At James' urging she 
began swatting his buttocks with her palm.  At first  Alicia struck him 
lightly, but at his demand she hit him with all her might.  James' butt 
cheeks began turning red as she spurred him onward toward the climax 
he so earnestly sought.
         At the last moment James withdrew his rod and, kneeing his way 
onto the seat, stuck it into his wife's open mouth.  Her lidded eyes 
sprang open as she attempted to accommodate the sudden intrusion.  
Alicia, herself almost crazed by what was transpiring before her, knelt 
in close against the back of the seat and put her own mouth down next 
to Deliah's.  James, his rod steaming, withdrew from his wife's orifice 
and slammed himself directly into Alicia's inviting mouth.  Now it was 
Alicia's turn to gape.  She had not expected to actually be offered the 
fruit of James' manhood in preference to his wife!  No sooner had James 
thrust inside Alicia than his sperm began shooting forth in gruelly 
spurts, splattering the back of Alicia's mouth and running unbidden 
down her throat.  Alicia's cheeks swelled as she fought to contain 
James' sperm.  Semen bubbled from the corners of her mouth and ran 
down to her chin.  Deliah came to the rescue just in time, urging James' 
penis from Alicia's lips with her fingers.  She replaced Alicia's mouth 
with her own, accepting the last ejaculations from James herself, 
buying Alicia time to swallow.  
         James had just emptied his load, his prick still stiff, when he 
withdrew himself from his wife and plunged back into Alicia's mouth.  
Her lips closed and sucked upon him, but only one or two drops were to 
be had.  Slowly James' member began to soften.  Deliah tickled his balls 
with her sharp fingernails.
         The limo was just pulling in to the restaurant as Alicia and 
Deliah used her moist panties to wipe James' semen from their lips.  
         "My, our lips sure are glossy, aren't they?" Deliah commented, 
looking into a mirror with Alicia.
         "Yes!" Alicia giggled.  "I hope nobody asks what kind of great 
lipstick we use."
         James had pulled his underwear and pants back on but Deliah, now 
bereft of panties, could only smooth down her miniskirt.  As carefully 
as he had undone them, James began buttoning up the buttons on 
Deliah's blouse.  Alicia helped, fastening the upper buttons while James 
did the lower.  As Alicia worked she couldn't help admiring how the 
blouse closed tautly over Deliah's cleavage, its fabric stretching to 
just barely come together over her tits.  Even when closed the blouse 
could not conceal the protruding peaks of Deliah's sheathed bosoms.  
The two girls would be quite a sight when they walked into the 
restaurant.  Alicia prayed that her own nipples would soften and slip 
back beneath the wooly strands of her sweater.
         Upon entering the restaurant Alicia found that her concern for her 
own modesty was unneeded.  While the hostess inside the front door 
was dressed conventionally, all the waitresses were topless.  Each girl 
had long hair, but each had her hair tied back in a neat ponytail which 
prevented her mane from hiding her cleavage.  Alicia and Deliah walked 
unnoticed past their fellow diners, most of whom were dressed as 
scantily as they were.
         The trio had ordered and were waiting for their meal when Deliah 
reached over into James' lap.  Alicia thought she heard a zipping sound.  
The next moment James let out his breath fairly forcefully as Deliah 
began what appeared to be a stroking motion between his thighs.  A 
moment later Alicia realized that Deliah had unzipped James' fly and 
was massaging his penis.
         "Is it erect?" Alicia whispered to Deliah, in part to confirm her 
suspicions.
         "Yes," Deliah breathed.  She continued her ministration for close 
to a minute then, at the sight of the returning waitress, returned her 
hands to her own lap.  Alicia wondered if Deliah would have been as 
bold if the three of them had not been seated in a booth.
         "Please tell me when you're ready to order," the waitress smiled, 
handing menus to each of them.  Alicia opened her menu and gasped.  No 
food was to be seen.  Instead, a variety of the most bizarre sexual 
entrees was available.
         "The Sperm a la Carte looks delicious," Deliah said aloud, reading 
from the selections.  "Your choice of penises served with a pair of tight 
balls aching to be released.  Fully charged and ready to feed you 
wherever you're hungriest.  Anal insertions a specialty."
         "This is too weird for me," Alicia said.  She attempted to rise but 
James caught her arm.
         "Ah, waitress," James called to the nearest topless girl.  "We 
were given the wrong menu.  We're here to eat, er, normal food."
         "Oh, I'm sorry!" the girl exclaimed.  She strode over with all the 
grace and trained efficiency of an employee of a five star restaurant.  
"Kari must have misunderstood.  Here, I'll take these..."  The girl 
retrieved the salacious menus.  A moment later they were replaced 
with leather binders offering the standard nourishment to which the 
average diner is accustomed to.
         The meal proceeded through cocktails and appetizers in relative 
silence.  Finally, not wanting to appear impolite to her hosts, and not 
knowing how else to break the ice, Alicia asked, "How come everyone 
else I see is eating ordinary food like us?  Were those menus just a 
sick joke?"
         "No," James said gently, as if preparing to explain some simple 
fact to a naive little girl.  "Depending on what you order from the, shall 
we say, more lascivious menus you are then escorted to the appropriate 
part of the restaurant.  For instance, if I ordered 'Hot Buns' I would be 
taken to a room where we could make use of that belt of yours without 
having your screams disturb the other diners."
         "Oh, I see," Alicia said, gulping.  She looked down at her salad and 
took another spoonful of lettuce.  She munched it slowly, then said, "I'm 
sorry if I spoiled things for you.  I was just so shocked when I saw that 
menu..."
         "Perhaps you wouldn't mind if Deliah and I had another look at it 
after dinner?" James asked.  "We might want to sample one of the 
selections before we leaveÑ"
         "Oh, please!" Alicia exclaimed over a mouthful of lettuce, then 
swallowed.  "I don't want to spoil your fun."
         "You just wanted a good dinner first, didn't you, dear?" Deliah 
smiled.  "I don't blame you.  Airplane food is the pits.  We really should 
have been more considerate of her needs, James."
         "Of course, dear," James agreed.  Then, that little detail resolved, 
James inquired of Alicia about her youth.  This was in large part a 
subtle compliment, implying that despite her misgivings about 
sophisticated adult entertainment Alicia was in no wise still a child.  
In part the couple had been misled, thinking that due to Alicia's 
reported adventures at Lilith's mansion she would jump right in with 
them in their pursuit of decadent fulfillment.  For a moment they had 
been miffed at Alicia's sudden recalcitrance.  But now her hesitation 
was proving a powerful aphrodisiac.  What could be more tantalizing 
than a girl who had to be coaxed into libertine delights?
         The meal progressed now on an even keel, with Alicia prattling 
happily about her childhood as James' prick grew to painful erection 
and Deliah's clitoris tingled with desire.  Around them couples of two 
or more would decorously read their menus, order, and then be escorted 
away.  Others would sit and eat and chat, apparently oblivious to the 
departure of adjacent diners and the scanty attire prevalent throughout 
the establishment.
         When dessert had been downed James ordered the return of the 
menus which they had been given originally.  Alicia found herself 
staring once more at the kinky selections, and tried not to read too 
much.

Chapter Fifteen

         The room was small.  A fire crackling in the corner cast lambent 
shadows over Alicia, James, and Deliah.  Each of them was seated in a 
plush chair with an ice cold alcoholic beverage.  Alicia felt cozy but 
apprehensive.  Deliah, sitting across from her, had lifted up both knees 
to the height of her chin and placed her heels on a hassock in front of 
her chair.  Her pussy was openly visible.  Her leather miniskirt seemed 
more like a sash as it lay gathered about her waist.  Deliah's head lolled 
back as she sipped her Margarita.  
         "Unzip your fly, darling, the waitresses won't mind," Deliah purred 
to James.  He had zipped himself up before rising from the table at 
which they had taken dinner.  Now he reached down and fumbled with 
his trousers.  Just then a topless waitress walked in with a tray of 
little sandwiches.
         "Oh, would you like some help, sir?" the waitress asked James.  
Without awaiting an answer the girl put down her tray, knelt demurely, 
and slipped her fingers between James' now open fly to pry his penis 
from his underpants, pulling it through the little hole at the front of 
his skivvies.
         No sooner had the prick appeared than the girl drew it into her 
mouth and sucked momentarily upon it.  A man entered just then, 
dressed in naught but a bow tie.  He made to kneel behind the waitress.
         "No, over here," Deliah summoned the man.  "She's just giving a 
gratuity."  Realizing that he had been mistaken in thinking his duty was 
to fuck the waitress, the man rose, apologized, and presented his penis 
to Deliah.
         "Ah, you'll do quite nicely," Deliah commented, touching her 
fingertips to the man's handsome rod.  A moment later her lips had 
closed about the bulb of his manhood.
         The waitress let James' prick slip from her mouth.  
         "You have a delightful mouth," James grinned at the girl.
         "I hope I was able to be of service, sir," the waitress said, rising.  
She picked up her tray once more.  "May I interest you in some 
sandwiches?"
         "Sure," James said.  He reached out and took a handful, his penis 
still throbbing with a full load of unreleased semen.  "I'll grab some for 
the wife, too.  She may want some when she's finished with her friend."
         "Of course, sir," the waitress agreed.  She turned to Alicia.  
"Would you care for some, Ma'am?"  The waitress bent forward.  Her 
ripe young breasts thrust impetuously at Alicia.
         "Oh, uh, thankyou," Alicia murmured, and lifted a sandwich from 
its brothers with the tips of her fingers.  She had no doubt that if she 
had reached for one of the waitress' dangling nipples she could have put 
that in her mouth instead.
         The waitress sashayed out of the room.  No doubt she would make 
herself and her sandwiches available to other guests now, at least one 
of whom was bound to partake of her charms.  Alicia wondered if she 
herself could ever engage in such an outlandish occupation, and decided 
not.  It was one thing to let down your guard among friends, sharing 
your body with them...even friends-to-be like at the sorority.  But doing 
such things for money was another matter entirely, at least in Alicia's 
opinion.  
         The sound of Deliah's suckling wafted through the otherwise still 
room.  James' gaze fell upon Alicia, warm and nurturing, but with a rod 
that ached to impale her just a few feet below.  Alicia smiled and took 
a sip of her Margarita.
         "Let me see that belt of yours," James said.
         "What for?" Alicia asked with a sly smile.
         "I want to provide our young man here with an incentive to 
disengage himself from my wife," James offered.  Alicia thought she 
saw the young man's bare buttocks twitch apprehensively.  Smiling, 
Alicia undid her belt and handed it across to James, her full breasts 
hanging down like ripe gourds as she did so, perky nipples once more 
poking through the strands of her loosely woven sweater.
         "Yes, this will do quite nicely," James said, weighing the belt in 
his palms.  Deliah disgorged the waiter's prick.
         "Don't you think it would be more fun if you let Alicia do it, 
dear?" Deliah asked James.
         "Why, of course!" James said.  He thrust the belt at Alicia.  "Give 
this young man here an incentive to ejaculate."  Alicia flushed slightly 
and rose.  She took the belt from James.
         "I-I don't know if I'm any good at this," Alicia said.
         "Just give it your best shot...the old college try," James 
exclaimed.
         "Well, alright," Alicia said.  Then to the waiter, "Tell me if it 
hurts too much."
         "Yes, ma'am!" the waiter grunted, a note of disquiet in his voice.  
He certainly had a nice trim, tight pair of buttocks, Alicia commented 
to herself.  
         "Flay away!" James said, obviously not counting the comfort of 
the waiter's bottom among his top priorities.
         Alicia gave a little flick of the belt, barely tapping the man's 
butt.
         "Come on, girl, or I'll have him whip you," James insisted.  Alicia 
drew back the belt again and swung harder.  A slight smack was heard.
         "That's better, but put more backbone into it," James said.  Alicia 
swung again, the belt slapping limply against the man's behind.  James 
rose suddenly from his chair.  Alicia cringed.
         James put his arm about Alicia's slim waist and grasped the hand 
which held the belt in his own.  His penis thrust against her pantied 
bottom.  
         "Here, I'll show you," James said.  He drew back Alicia's hand with 
his own and let fly with a vigorous swing.  
         "Eeyow!" the waiter cried as the sharp crack of leather against 
bare flesh resounded through the room.
         "Like that!" James exclaimed.  "Again!"  Once more he drew back 
Alicia's hand and again swung in with a hearty blow.  The waiter, 
expecting a potent blow this time, gave a more restrained cry.
         "These fellows' balls here are noted for their endurance," James 
said.  "But we'll beat the semen out of him!"  He swung in with another 
crack.  The waiter's butt bounded forward, thrusting his rod even deeper 
down Deliah's throat.  
         "And again!" James cried, to a muffled groan from the waiter.  
Alicia was little more than a captive observer now, her voluntary 
participation at about the same level as that of a rag doll.  She winced 
as James struck the waiter, pitying the man's bottom as it took on the 
hue of the inside of a vagina.
         "Augh!" the man cried, his buttocks suddenly clenching repeatedly 
in spasms.  
         "That's right!  All of it!" James yelled, striking the man's 
posterior repeatedly.  "Give her it all and get out!"  Alicia found she was 
trembling.  The poor waiter moaned as Deliah clenched his tight sac in 
her palm, squeezing the balls to release every droplet of their sticky 
horde.
         James gave a final series of strikes as Deliah swooned and then 
fell back, her throat releasing the man's softening rod.  The man tore 
his prick from Deliah's mouth and scurried from the room, his bottom 
virtually glowing.  James collapsed into his chair with a contented 
sigh.  At the last moment Alicia had released the belt to his grasp.  He 
gave it a gentle flick.
         "Lick the semen from Deliah's lips," James commanded Alicia.  
With a wary eye on her belt, Alicia decided obedience was best.  She 
padded over to Deliah and bent forward.  Hesitantly she extended her 
tongue and began trailing it over Deliah's upper lip.  The amount of 
semen was prodigious.  It pooled in Deliah's open mouth and ran down 
the corners of her lips to her chin.  Assiduously Alicia attempted to 
restore some modest decorum to Deliah's face by cleaning the semen 
from it.  All the while she was aware of how close her pantied bottom 
was to James and his lusty belt.
         As Alicia worked Deliah lifted her hands to Alicia's breasts and 
tweaked her erect nipples.  Alicia shifted slightly, allowing one of her 
own hands to fall to Deliah's cleavage.  Alicia felt Deliah's full breast 
pressing warmly against her blouse, her nipple poking passionately 
upward like a thorn.
         Several minutes later Alicia gave Deliah a kiss on her lips and 
sauntered over to the fire.  She knelt down, her back to the flames.
         "She's such a doll," Deliah said to James, smiling wistfully at 
Alicia.
         "A true treasure," James agreed, his eyes drinking in the blonde.  
Alicia reached behind her and grasped the elastic of her bikini bottom.  
She pulled her panties down over the hump of her derriere.
         "I like warming my bottom in front of a fire," Alicia said softly.  
James rose, penis throbbing, belt in hand.
         "I like seeing a girl's bottom warmed too," James said.

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

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ÒrichÓ insurance benefit plans come down with this disorder.  Children 
under the psychiatristsÕ ÒcareÓ are given extra stickers if they tell ever-
more horrifying tales of Òpast abuse.Ó

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