Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
FREE!    Internet Edition    June 5, 1995  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Eleven
by Andrew Roller 

Chapter Five

         I felt quite angry now that they were indulging themselves by 
wantonly masturbating before me.  I felt used, like a servant of these 
women, for some partiers' pleasure who I would probably never meet.
         I bit my lower lip and whacked Joanna's bottom hard.  Then I 
walloped Marie, and she bucked forward under the force of the blow.  I 
knew I had the hang of it now, albeit I didn't know how to sweetly 
polish the bottom, but only how to forcefully flay it.  I grunted, 
inflicting as much pain as possible.  The women's eyes bulged and they 
rocked on their knees.
         "Keep your chins down," I said.  "And keep those asses high!"  
Shiveringly they obeyed as I beat them ever more viciously.  I had no 
sense of how to whip gracefully, but suspected it was the 
unprofessional awkwardness of my blows that they wanted to film.  A 
more experienced flagellator would be able to make the whipping last 
all night, and leave few marks.  But with me they were looking for an 
amateur, and marks had to be left if they were to show up nicely on 
camera.
         I whipped away, remorsefully pausing now and then to see if they 
wanted to stop.  But they just kept masturbating, responding 
involuntarily to my blows.  About half-way through they each climaxed 
in turn.  I watched with fascination as their bottoms became bright red, 
then bruised.  Finally I threw down the haggard birch rod and refused to 
hurt them anymore.
         "You'll have to do it yourselves if you need any more," I said.  "I'm 
not a sadist and never will be!"  I ran to the door, figured quickly how to 
unlock it.  I flung it open and went crying to the front of the house.  
         "Well, you look delightful!" the men greeted me, still watching 
their game, or a follow-on game.
         "Oh, take me home!" I insisted.  "I'll have no more whipping today, 
thank you!"  I turned and stomped toward the front door.  The men 
admired the fresh stripes on my bottom, rising up and following me.
They came up alongside me on either side and insisted I return to the 
couch with them.
         Like a prisoner I was taken and forcibly sat down between them, 
my bottom perched on one of their knees.  Politely they fed me potato 
chips and dip.  I sat like a captive sparrow between them, but soon 
grew happy.  I felt like a little girl, sexily teasing my father, or one of 
his friends.  
         One of the men began to stroke the insides of my thighs.  He 
complimented their softness.  Higher and higher his fingers rose up the 
creamy flesh.  I spread my legs helpfully.  Finally he touched my button.  
I giggled, a kind of laughing moan.  The other man tugged at my stiff 
nipples.  They concentrated between themselves on my nipples and my 
clit.  I stirred on their knee.  In the distance I heard a sound of 
whipping.  I imagined Joanna, her hands still bound before her, whipping 
Marie with both hands cuffed together.
         With my fingers I unzipped the men as I sat hopefully between 
them.  They popped out of their flies, rigid and pulsing.  I encircled each 
of their cocks with one of my little hands and began happily pumping 
them even as they touched me in my most intimate places.  
All was reflected in a distant mirror, me bouncing between them, 
masturbating both at once, them making me squirm awfully.
         "Are you close to coming?" the man on whose knee I was sitting 
asked me.
         "I-I think so," I breathed huskily, becoming more serious now as 
my pleasure mounted.
         "How about you, Dave?"
         "Yea, I can barely hold it in," Dave shuddered.
         "I want all three of us to come together," my laptop companion 
said.  "Leave off of Dave for a minute until I catch up."
         I obeyed, impressed by the decadence of it all.  I never thought I 
could be so sinful!
         My suitors and I continued our mutual masturbating, with the 
exception of Dave who needed a rest.  Finally Greg (my laptop suitor, 
whose name I didn't yet know) gasped that he was ready to spurt.  "Are 
you ready?" Greg asked me.  I nodded that I was.  
         My eyes closed now, my face flushed, I reached over and gently 
grasped Dave's quivering member again.  He gasped and thrust up his 
hips.  I pumped Greg forcefully so he wouldn't be left behind.  Then, to 
my intense delight, I looked about and saw both men spurting at once, 
like fountains.  A shudder racked my body and I flew into an orgasm, 
even as I admired the gushing cocks.  I rubbed them vigorously, happily 
gazing through desire-filled eyes as their udder-like rods drenched my 
fingers with their milk.  The blades of my hands repeatedly struck their 
lovely, huge scrotums which bulged out beneath.  They were drawn up 
tightly to deliver up the precious seed.  I vowed to greedily lick the 
men clean as soon as we were finished.
         The women entered the room about five minutes later to find me 
kneeling between their husbands, happily licking their balls.  
         "Oh, so that's what you're up to," Marie said.  She was rubbing her 
hiney, as was Joanna.  
         "Well, I hope you're happy now," I said to the women between 
fervent licks.  The men insisted that the two women turn around.  To my 
shock they presented bottoms awful with weals.  Cream gleamed wetly 
on their buttocks, a somewhat futile attempt at soothing the flesh.
         "May we join you?" Marie and Joanna begged.  "Our butts need to be 
spermed to ease the pain."
         "I don't wanna," I said through a mouthful of testicles.  "You got 
what you asked for.  These cocks are mine for the whole night!"  The 
men grinned at each other.
         "I'm afraid she's our guest and must have her way," Greg smiled at 
his wife.  "You two will have to content yourselves with your birch rod 
this evening."
         "But we did it for you--" Joanna protested.
         "Forget it," Marie said.  "What do you think you'd do if you had a 
15-year-old girl merrily licking your cock?"
         "I'd fuck her brains out the minute I got hard," Joanna admitted.
         "And you'd pray to get hard again so you could fuck her all night," 
Marie said.
         "And then when HE was utterly empty I'd put on a dildo and fuck 
her myself," Joanna said.  I didn't say anything in response to that but I 
did feel a shiver race up my spine.  I was going to be the best-fucked 
American girl in Paris, I could see.  I didn't know if I was going to let 
the women fuck me, but I could see that I wouldn't be quite so 
virginally tight by morning.
***
         Well, its hard to keep two beautiful women down, especially if 
they're standing right in front of you, naked and wet.  The men stiffened 
quickly under my ministrations.  I was more or less swept away with 
pleasure by then, my conscience on vacation.  My uterus was calling the 
shots now.
         Joanna, always the boldest, suggested that we make a little porno 
film.  The men cared not what they did, as long as they got to poke it 
with their newly rekindled things.  It was suggested that I be the star 
attraction.  I knew the plot would mostly involve my pussy.
         Haltingly I let them lead me back to the bedroom I'd so recently, 
definitely, abandoned.  Once more I found myself within it, admiring its 
opulence.  Joanna dressed in a severe black cire gown as the others, 
naked, readied the camera equipment.  There would be no hidden 
cameras this time.  More lights were brought in, set up.  A microphone 
was placed close to the bed, to record my moans...my screams?  Mostly 
I just stood watching, trembling.  My twitching pussy insisted that I 
stay.
         I was to play the "victim," of course.  They gave me delicate 
white schoolgirl panties to put on, which looked like they'd been made 
for a girl of twelve.  I struggled into them.  They had me tie my hair 
back in a ponytail.  Then they handed me denim cutoffs.  I felt awkward, 
reluctant to put them on.  My cunny wanted to stay naked.  Silently it 
fussed at me for putting on clothes.
         I pulled the denim shorts together in front and buttoned them up 
with difficulty.  In back they seemed to crease the upper cheeks of my 
bottom.  I felt back there, then looked in a mirror.  These shorts would 
get me arrested if I wore them anyplace but a bedroom.  My butt cheeks 
hung out like two shapely pieces of meat, white and tender and 
intriguingly marked by the birch.  Even in Paris I don't think they'd have 
let a girl parade herself around in these, especially with the birch 
marks showing.  The nothing panties had already settled in my butt 
crack and could not be seen, even with most of my ass showing.  
         I walked back and forth a few times, looking at myself in the 
room's several mirrors and waggling my ass like a prostitute.  Proudly I 
noted the effect my alluringly clad figure had on my friends.  Joanna 
stopped dressing to watch, the men put down their camera equipment 
and guiltily stroked themselves.
         Marie stopped me and slipped a small checkered shirt over my 
diminutive shoulders.  She tied it underneath my breasts with fawning 
eyes, leaving my bosoms uncovered.  Then she primly rolled up the 
sleeves of the shirt to my elbows.  
         "There, all ready," she said.  She bent and placed a soft kiss on the 
tip of each of my nipples.  "A little lipstick to brighten them up."
         Joanna finished dressing and came over to me and quickly went 
over the script.  As she spoke Dave was tied on the far side of the bed's 
brass-poled headboard.  Then Greg and Marie took up their positions for 
filming.  At the moment, the film crew was wearing less than the 
actors!  (Well, less than the main actors, I reminded myself, for Dave 
would play a role too, as a captive cock.  And he was already naked and 
displaying his fine contribution to the film.)
         Joanna became the steely, manipulative domme she was to play as 
the moment of filming neared.  She scared me, with the transformation 
she had put herself through.  Her eyes became hard, unfeeling, uncaring, 
as if she would USE me, unlovingly, for her pleasure only.  As if I were 
a dildo, a piece of plastic, nothing more.
***
         I watched the film much later, deep in the night, on a VCR in their 
living room, on a huge T.V.  (No, my pussy was not shown actual size.  
Rather it was shown about ten times larger than actual size, to my 
intense embarrassment.)  As I watched I became totally absorbed in the 
flimsy plot, as if I were actually living it:

         "But I'm not sleepy," I protested.  My eyes were wide, innocent.  
Already I had undone my shirt, as mistress commanded.  My boobies 
hung in all their high, firm glory from between the halves of the 
checkered blouse.  I looked like a farmer's daughter, except for my 
heels.
         "Not sleepy?  That won't be a problem," Joanna replied.  She tore 
open the knot of my shirt with quick, almost desperate fingers, then 
shoved the blouse off my shoulders.  It fluttered to the floor behind me.  
One by one she popped open the buttons of my once-valuable Levi's 501 
jeans.  They were tattered and so deprived of most of their fabric that 
it was hard to imagine anyone but lusty men regarding them favorably.  
(Or lusty lesbians.)  Down they went, pushed down my sleek legs by 
Joanna who ordered me out of them.  I was left with only my schoolgirl 
panties and my ponytail.
         Joanna led me inside.  Breathlessly the camera followed.  It was a 
bedroom.  (Surprise!)  A big brass bed awaited me, the covers already 
turned down.  Instantly I saw why sleep wouldn't be necessary, even 
desired.  At the head of the bed a beautiful young male stood bound, just 
beyond the poles, his own sticking between them.  He must have been a 
good ten inches, or more.  He stabbed desperately at the air, dejectedly, 
as if he'd been wanting to cum for days.  He was blindfolded. 
         The bed was elevated higher than most, necessitating a small set 
of wooden steps which led up to it from the side.  It seemed as much 
made for displaying the human form as providing it with rest.  Mistress 
Joanna ordered me to mount.
         "It's time for your nap," she cooed.  "Such as it is."  I took the 
first step and then, remembering my pumps, I lifted my right foot up 
behind me and made to slip them off.
         "No," Joanna corrected me.  "I want you to keep them on."  I 
nodded, smiled, reluctantly replaced my foot upon the step.  Daintily I 
clicked my way up the little staircase, my bottom wobbling as I 
negotiated the staircase in my six inch spiked heels.         I settled my 
tushy onto the exposed sheets.  They were cool and crisp.  I felt 
deliciously wicked as I lay back on them, clad only in my tiny white 
bikini briefs.  As a girl of 15 living with my mother I was only 
accustomed to wearing PJ's and a flannel nightgown to bed.  These 
undies, made to look like any innocent walking home from school had 
them on, were actually quite unusual for me in bed, and secretly 
thrilled me.    
         I glanced back at the male just beyond the bed's brass-poled 
headboard.  I pretended not to know him.  And, in reality, I knew nothing 
more than his first name, and his glorious cock.  Then I rolled my head 
sideways to gaze at Joanna, my face glowing.  Looking at me, she pulled 
down the front of her decollete dress.  Her pointy bosoms tumbled out.  
Her tits were firm and her areolas shivered at me like a pair of electric 
stoplights.  Joanna advanced to the side of the bed.  My breasts, still 
juddering slightly, thrust up at her despite the groundward pull of 
gravity.
         Without saying a word, I knew Joanna wanted my panties.  
Seductively I hooked my thumbs into the waistband.  Hesitantly I pulled 
them off my bottom, drawing both of my knees up toward my chin.  Then 
I exposed my pussy, drawing the bikini along my thighs toward my feet.  
I slipped my panties over my knees, my labia lips and the undersides of 
my thighs already startlingly revealed to Joanna's admiring eyes.  
Finally, struggling a bit, I got my panties down to my ankles and 
plucked them off the spikes of my heels.  Still holding the bikini by the 
sides I lifted it up and laid it modestly over my breasts.  My legs, 
though, still drawn up, fell open to reveal the pink lips of my cunt to 
Joanna.  She placed a fingernail in the open crack of my bottom and 
pushed it rearward to my exposed anus.  I gasped as she poked me there 
with her nail.  Then, switching fingers, her hand journeyed to my cunt, 
stroking it and then settling on my pee hole.
         "Turn over," Joanna said.  "Get on all fours and press your chin to 
the sheet."  Smilingly I obeyed, though my stomach was tightening with 
apprehension.  "Lift your bottom,"  Joanna ordered.  "Higher, as high as 
you can.  Now put your hands behind you and spread yourself as wide as 
you can."  Willingly I obeyed, though I was trembling now.  I felt the 
room's cool air caress the stretched dimple of my anus as I forcibly 
displayed it to Joanna.  She bent over me and tested the resiliency of 
my tushy to make sure I was pulling it as far apart as I could.  The 
camera zoomed in.  I had to hide my eyes as my shithole took on a 
starring role.
         "Good," Joanna complimented my celluloid twin.  "You are very 
brave for such a young girl.  I'm going to give you something to help you 
sleep."
         "What?" I asked softly, curiously.
         "A little workout, until you are exhausted and sleepy.  I have a 
fine new dildo and it's just dying to help you.  You'll sleep like a baby 
when we're through."

V I D E O  R E V I E W

PERVERT ALERT!
by me, holy joe

         Here in Sacramento we had a law passed that says all the "adult" 
magazines have got to be covered up.  This is so some innocent 17-
year-old child, walking by, won't be corrupted by seeing the cover of 
Playboy!
         Be that as it may, in our SunCoast video store here all the 
Playboy tapes are very nicely arranged, and the covers of each video box 
are totally exposed to public view.  And guess what?  The Playboy 
videos are right next to the children's videos.  Isn't life sweet?
         I was standing in Suncoast enjoying the view, and it occurred to 
me that the Playboy video covers are getting racier than ever.  The 
latest, Sexy Lingerie VI, features three ladies in their underwear, in a 
candlelit room that is obviously the inside of a brothel.  It is amazing 
to me that a real brothel, with a modest facade reading, say, "Turkish 
Bath," is illegal in Sacramento, while the inside of a brothel is freely 
displayed to children. 
         Not wanting to masturbate over the Sexy Lingerie VI box right in 
the middle of the Suncoast video store, I bought it and took it home.  I 
know what you're thinking:  "Joe, those Playboy videos are a ripoff!  
Don't tell me you fell for one of those again!"
         Well, Sexy Lingerie VI actually turns out to be reasonably good.  
There is a 40's hotel scene where this slim lady with big boobs takes 
off a man's tie.  She rubs it back and forth between her crotch!  I found 
that, and staring at her boobs, quite enjoyable.  
         At the end of Sexy Lingerie VI there is a three-way orgy, and "my 
cup runneth over" watching this.  This scene doesn't actually feature 
real Playboy playmates, but it does feature a cute blonde girl who I've 
OD'ed on in other Playboy tapes.
         Although Sexy Lingerie VI seemed a bit short, I recommend 
buying it.  However, I bought it specifically to see my very favorite 
Playmates (pictured on the box) in action.  However, the "action" those 
particular girls provided was uninspiring.

PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN!
by me, holy joe

         Recently it has come to my attention that I am not considerate of 
the need to protect our children.  This is not so.  To remedy this, ladies, 
I have prepared several tips for protecting your children:
         1.  HAVE UGLY CHILDREN Ñ Men are not attracted to ugly women, 
and (believe it or not) pedophiles are not attracted to ugly girls.  You 
may ask, "How do I ensure that I have ugly children?"  Simple.  Marry an 
ugly man.  
         Stop ogling the football jocks of the world.  Instead, TO PROTECT 
YOUR CHILDREN, seek out the ugliest nerd in the neighborhood.  Andrew 
Roller would be an excellent candidate, as he is 34-years-old and has 
never gone on a date.  Obviously, this is not due to the fact that he is 
the handsomest man in the world.  All you ladies should now run to 
Roller to have sex with him, so that all your children will be ugly.
         I know what you're thinking.  "What about my daughter, Joe?  How 
do I ensure that HER children are protected too?"  Simple.  Send her to 
Roller.  He will fuck her and your daughter's children will be as ugly as 
he is.  Nobody will molest them, nobody will date them, and you won't 
have to worry about them getting AIDS or getting pregnant.
         2.  TEACH YOUR DAUGHTERS TO BE FEMINISTS Ñ Some of you ladies 
may already have children.  How to protect them?  Teach them to be 
ardent feminists.  Even the football players of the world will stay away 
from an aggressive feminist girl.  While everyone else is at the school 
dance, having a good time, she will be at home, thinking about feminism 
and suicide.  When she kills herself you can pack her safely away in a 
nice pine box and bury her six feet under.  Down there, she will be safe 
even from "lookism!"  Feminism triumphs again!
         3.  MAKE YOUR DAUGHTER LOOK LIKE A LESBIAN Ñ Do not allow her 
to wear makeup.  Forbid her to use underarm deodorant, to shave her 
armpits, or to use vaginal deodorant.  Cut her hair into a "butch" 
haircut.  Tell her its okay if she overeats until she is a fat pig.  Make 
her wear stupid "unisex" or "butch" clothing.  When boys think she is 
just another (ugly) boy, they will never notice her.
         I hope to provide you with additional tips on protecting your 
children in future issues of NND.  Please consider giving your full 
support to the sex story forums so you will not miss any of my handy 
tips on protecting children.

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