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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LABORS OF LOVE
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Chapter Five
There was no physical exam for this club. It was dangerous sex,
with people heÕd never met, save the woman, once before. SheÕd been
window shopping downtown and heÕd approached her, as Ginger lingered
over sneakers, deciding between ones with ponies and ones with Smurfs.
Ginger hadnÕt seen the woman. He was glad she hadnÕt. For he
always felt a little concerned with her, as if he had to be careful, hold
back, be responsible. He wanted to be wild. He felt like a stallion as he
emerged from his shower, having bathed quickly, just enough to get
GingerÕs juices off him, and already he was hard again. He struggled into
his pants and loved the feel of his erection and how difficult it was to zip
himself up. It was mid-day and heÕd fucked Ginger all night in her bed and
then again this morning, up her cherried ass, her ass that only one man had
taken, and sheÕd been pleasantly stoned when he did her, not like today,
when she was fresh with the morning and very much awake.
He wondered about her briefly, hoped sheÕd gotten the gag off her.
Quickly he shaved and slapped on some aftershave. He got a shirt on and he
hustled to his front door and jammed on his shoes.
Within half an hour he was downtown, by the window where heÕd met
the woman. His car was parked in a car garage nearby, owned by the store,
and he hoped he could leave it there all night, for he knew he wouldnÕt be
back Ôtil morning.
SheÕd been very firm. No guests, no friends. Just him. HeÕd meet
others at the place where she took him. He waited by the window outside
the store where heÕd seen her, from inside, looking out past the mannikins
as she looked in at them.
Suddenly, for he was almost too late, and he would only have one
chance, as sheÕd told him quite firmly, she appeared by the curb. In a
Plymouth Prowler, its top down, her blonde hair streaming. She smiled,
said nothing. He got into the car. She pressed a button and the top to the
car slid up and closed over them.
ÒHere, put this on,Ó she told him. She handed him a black cloth.
ÒWhat is it?Ó he asked.
ÒA blindfold. I canÕt let you know where youÕre going,Ó she said to
him. She smiled at him and her face was bright as sunshine but she had
dark lipstick and he saw her nails were colored purple. She wore a black
dress that molded itself to her body and he felt a thrill of fear go down
his back.
ÒBut--Ó he said.
ÒPut it on,Ó she said. ÒOr IÕll have to let you back out.Ó
He wanted to reprove her, but he did not. Instead he put on the
blindfold. Her windows were tinted and he hoped they were dark enough
that no one could see his condition but her.
ÒNow unzip yourself,Ó she said to him.
ÒBut--?Ó he said.
She waited. He heard her gunning the engine. He heard a car horn
behind them honk. He gritted his teeth. He reached down, found his zipper
with his fingers. He pulled it open.
ÒNow pull yourself out,Ó she said. A car horn sounded behind them
again. He reached into his underpants. He noticed his fingers were
shaking. He was excited, nervous. He split the hole in his underpants,
built in to assist him in urinating. He did not have to go to the bathroom,
however. He reached in and pulled out his dick and it felt long and hard in
his hands, and he relished the aching freedom he felt as he stabbed it into
the air.
ÒVery good,Ó she replied. He heard her yell ÒFuck You!Ó and imagined
she might have rolled down her car window and given a finger to the
impatient car behind them. Then she floored her car, and they sped into
the traffic.
She drove him someplace, he did not know where. She let him out of
the car and he had to walk blindfolded, holding her hand, with no idea
where he was, and his penis sticking nude and unprotected out of his
pants.
ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked him. It had been a fairly long drive
and he admitted that he did. ÒFine,Ó she replied. She let go of his hand.
She took hold of his torso, her fingers long and firm and loving, and she
turned him. He felt leaves hit his penis. He flinched. He drew back. She
moved him forward a little. ÒPee,Ó she told him. ÒPee into the bushes.Ó
And not knowing who might be watching, or where he was, Chip peed into
the foliage that rustled around his cock. He heard his pee tumble through
the leaves and he leaned forward a little so that his stream was sure to
miss his shoes. He heard a sound of liquid hitting bare earth.
ÒVery good,Ó she said when he was done. She waited for him to drip
a little, then turned him and took his hand again. He felt himself led up
steps and then the air changed, became warmer, which he was grateful
for, as she led him inside. He heard a door shut behind him.
She led him through the building, and he still had no idea where he
was, though he guessed it was a house. When they stopped walking she
told him he could remove his blindfold. He did. His eyes blinked and he
saw he was in a room with several other people. Two males, a few years
older than he. Three females, including her, one a redhead, one a brunette,
she the third, tossing back her blonde hair and beginning to undo her dress.
There were laces in front, at the bosom. She untied them. Her bosoms fell
out of her dress and hung in front of him like ripe gourds. She had lovely
big red nipples and he felt and instant desire to suck them.
The others began undressing. There was a plate with condoms
arranged on it, already open, and it was passed around. The woman whoÕd
picked him up, whose name he didnÕt know yet, took a condom for him from
the plate and passed it to him.
ÒHere, put this on,Ó she said. Her eyes were frank and she didnÕt
smile at him now. He thrilled at her demeanor and took the condom from
her. He had to struggle to get it over the head of his cock for his cock was
big, almost too big for it, and she watched him, and her eyes were bright.
ÒCouldnÕt we at least tell each other our names?Ó the brunette
asked. She was the smallest and she had the smallest breasts also, but
they were lovely and uptilted and they quivered nicely, for she seemed a
little nervous.
ÒWhat name would you like to give yourself?Ó the redhead asked.
She had big plump breasts that were white as powder and her nipples were
large and round and succulent and the tips stood up like little twin
soldiers. Chip marvelled at how the three females all had different hair,
just like the three heÕd met in the grope room. But these were different
females, and the blonde seemed much more severe and the redhead oozed a
level of experience that made him shudder, right down to his balls. Only
the brunette seemed naive, like him. The men gazed at him, putting their
condoms on, and he hoped neither of them were gay. He could fight them,
he supposed, for he was as strong as they were, and perhaps the youngest,
but he did not want to concern himself with fighting, particularly in place
where he had no idea where he was, and when he was hard as a rock and
needed to cum so badly.
ÒUm, I donÕt know,Ó the brunette said. ÒCall me, well just call me by
my name, Joanie. Is that okay?Ó
ÒHave it your way,Ó the redhead replied. ÒCall me Rose, okay? That
should get my attention, as long as I can remember what color my hair is.Ó
ÒHow about you?Ó one man asked the other.
ÒUh, I donÕt care. Just call me by my name, Dick. It should be easy
enough to remember.Ó
ÒWell IÕm Chip,Ó Chip said. ÒWhere the fuck are we?Ó
ÒCanÕt say,Ó Dick replied. ÒThey blindfolded me.Ó
ÒAnd me too,Ó Joanie said. Rose smiled at the remaining man.
ÒIÕm Bill,Ó he said. He extended a hand to Chip. Chip shook his hand,
their cocks dueling close as they shook.
ÒIÕm Dick,Ó Dick said next to Chip. And Chip shook hands with Dick,
and their cocks touched as they shook, but both men pretended to ignore it.
ÒGreat game last night, huh?Ó Dick asked Chip.
ÒI-- uh, I was busy, didnÕt see it,Ó Chip replied.
A jar of lubricant was passed around. Each man used it to lather up
his erection. The females finished undressing.
ÒWell, are we ready?Ó the blonde, who still hadnÕt announced her
name, asked.
ÒSure,Ó Chip said.
ÒOh, call me Farrah,Ó the blonde smirked. She slapped her thighs
with her hands. Her large breasts swayed on her chest and Chip marvelled
at their weight, their presence. She had a striking beauty. She was as tall
as Chip and she had the look of an overdeveloped fashion model, one with
long legs but breasts far too large to ever get her runway work. ÒAre we
ready for the playroom?Ó she asked.
Joanie giggled. ÒI donÕt think the men could get any readier,Ó she
said quietly.
ÒOkay, letÕs go then,Ó Farrah said. She walked to a door. They
followed. Dick let out a whistle at the alluring way FarrahÕs bare bottom
swung as she walked.
ÒDonÕt get your hopes up,Ó Bill said to him.
ÒAnything she does is okay with me,Ó Dick says.
Chip felt a strange eagerness at being so unsure of his place, his
status. With Ginger he was always the one who had to be responsible. But
here, anything could happen, and he had a dark, forboding feeling that it
would. He prayed heÕd survive it intact.
The door swung open. Farrah stepped inside and flicked on a light.
ÒCome on, folks. Playtime,Ó Farrah said. Joanie giggled nervously. Rose
gave her a stern look and she contritely bit her lip. Rose placed a hand on
the small of her back and pushed her through the open door.
Chip, standing behind Joanie, saw her bottomcheeks tighten with
fear the minute she entered the room. He stepped in behind her, Bill and
Dick waiting by the door, then entering behind him and closing it. ChipÕs
eyes blinked. He felt his own asscheeks clench and he knew they had good
reason to.
Standing in front of him, with a giant bed beyond them, where
pleasure must surely wait, were three wooden trestles. The bed beyond
was sumptuous with fine linen sheets and a drawn-down coverlet, neatly
folded, with brass bedposts. But the trestles were bare and wooden and
they each had a worn leather cushion tied across the top of them. The legs
of the trestles were scarred where a whip must have missed its mark, and
Chip wondered how many people had been tied over the trestles and beaten.
Lying on the floor in front of the trestles was a whip. Farrah bent,
showing them her lovely white bottom, and picked it up. She flicked her
wrist and it went slicing through the air. It gave a loud ÔSNAP!Õ as it
reached its farthest point and then it dropped snakelike to the floor.
Farrah drew it back to herself. Chip watched as JoanieÕs bottom, round
and pert and small like she was, shivered in front of him. Beside each
trestle was an I.V. pole, and an enema bag hung from each one, its tubing
neatly coiled, the end of each tube already gleaming with grease. And
below each trestle, forcing anyone who walked up to it to spread their
legs, was a wide-mouthed porcelian bowl.
ÒCome, Joanie, donÕt make me force you,Ó Farrah said. She walked
over to the girl and took her hand and Rose pushed her from behind.
ÒBut I thought we were just going to have sex!Ó Joanie blurted.
Resolutely, not answering her question, the two women walked Joanie to
the trestle and gently bent her over it. The girl begged not to be whipped
but she was not recalcitrant. Instead, looking like she could barely stand,
for her thin legs shook visibly, she let herself be tied facedown over the
trestle. It was tall for her and she had to stand a little on tip-toe. The
women adjusted her, then Farrah bent and tied her wrists to the legs of
the trestle in front while Rose bound her legs to the legs in back.
Necessarily Joanie had been required to part her legs as she was put
before the trestle and she stood with them in a wide vee, avoiding the pot
at her feet.
ÒPee for me, Joanie,Ó Farrah said to her when sheÕd finished tying
the girl.
ÒOh, I canÕt!Ó Joanie pleaded. ÒI canÕt just pee in front of everyone!Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Farrah said. ÒI can help you get over your inhibitions.Ó
Farrah stepped back and drew the long whip across her palm. She was
slow, deliberate. Joanie begged to be let up. Farrah said nothing, merely
watched her bottom, its anxious quiverings, its tensings, releasings, then
new tensings, like a predator studying a fawn or a doe it planned to attack.
FarrahÕs bottom was white, her legs brown, her torso, bending away,
brown also. All of her was tanned but her bottom, and it shone starkly in
the room, like a rising moon on an autumn night.
ÒI do have to pee,Ó Farrah said. She went to the trestle beside
Joanie and picked up a pot and walked back with it some distance and then
set it down on the floor. She crouched down over it. She spread her pussy
lips with her fingers, wearing just her heels, still holding the whip in her
other hand. Chip watched her pee suddenly spring forth from her dell and
it fell splashing into the porcelain pot and he knew, whatever happened to
him, heÕd made a wonderful decision coming here, where he would be with
women who were real, no-nonsense women, not simpering little girls like
Ginger.
ÒThere. That should hold me for awhile,Ó Farrah said when she was
done. She straightened her legs. She didnÕt bother to get anything to wipe
herself with. She shook her fingers that had held herself open. Droplets
of pee flew off her fingers. She smiled at Chip. ÒGod, what a cock you
have,Ó she said. Then she looked at Rose. ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked.
ÒI guess so,Ó Rose replied. She went and fetched the other bowl and
everyone waited while she relieved herself. When she was done she
walked up to Chip and she ran her fingers through his hairy chest. ÒI like
you,Ó she breathed. ChipÕs penis bumped against her belly as she stroked
his well-developed chest and Chip felt a deep longing to plunge himself
into the woman.
ÒIÕll take you to bed,Ó he offered.
ÒNot yet,Ó she breathed. She squealed as she drew away from him
for his cock wiggled thickly as she stepped back. She batted its
lubricated surface once with one of her hands, then smiled at him and
walked over to Farrah. ÒDonÕt keep him waiting too long. HeÕs awfully
young,Ó she said.
ÒI wonÕt,Ó Farrah replied. ÒJust let me whip Joanie, make her pee,
get an enema tube up her. Then IÕll do him and then weÕll all go to bed.Ó
Chip blanched. The trestle? For him? He felt his white buns bunch
up behind him and he knew he wouldnÕt fight it. Farrah was too sexy, too
alluring. Yet he didnÕt want to be humiliated like that in front of the other
men! He glanced at Bill.
ÒDonÕt worry, she wonÕt whip too hard,Ó Bill answered. ÒKeeps you
stiff.Ó
ÒIÕm already stiff!Ó Chip protested. And he was.
YEOOOOCH! A female voice suddenly screamed. JoanieÕs head flew up
as the whip came smacking down across her bare, lily-white bottom.
ÒThatÕs for not coming the last time we invited you,Ó Farrah growled
at her in a high-pitched, riot grrrl voice.
ÒBut I had a moooodeling appearance to make!Ó Joanie cried.
ÒNo excuses!Ó Farrah said. She whacked the girl again with her whip
and Joanie let out a howl as Chip watched a second red streak form on the
girlÕs perfect white bottom.
ÒOh, please! ThatÕs enough!Ó Joanie pleaded.
ÒNonsense. WeÕve barely started,Ó Farrah said. ÒHow high can you
count?Ó
ÒVery high, to infinity!Ó Joanie responded. Her hips wriggled and her
bottomcheeks churned and she tried very hard to close her legs but they
were wide apart, tied to the legs of the trestle.
ÒThen thatÕs how high weÕre going!Ó Farrah crowed, and let the whip
fly again.
Chip had risen to the rank of Sergeant in the Army. HeÕd learned to
command, to lead, to control. But there was a burden in command, and as
Farrah, her blonde hair tickling him, tumbling over him and tickling him,
tied him down, over the trestle, he felt the burden of command being
lifted from his shoulders.
She made him dance for her. He couldnÕt use his legs. They were
tied. He could only use his ass. And thatÕs what she wanted to see, his
clenching, wriggling bare buns as she flayed them slowly with the whip.
ChipÕs balls danced between his legs as she cracked the whip smartly
across his ass. They looked like twin nuts in a high, taut sac. They bulged
with his seed and Farrah was reminded of coconuts up high in a tree during
a windstorm. His penis delighted her most. It was full and hard and he
had to keep his ass jutted high to prevent rubbing himself on the trestleÕs
cushion and cumming. She had warned him that there was a long night
ahead. She expected much of him, and he would not be spared any of her
demands if he came prematurely.
ÒAugh!Ó Chip howled. The whip made his ass burn like fire and he
worried that its tail would catch him between his legs. Yet, to keep his
penis from bumping against the trestle, he was forced to stick his ass as
high as he could in the air, thus exposing his balls even more. They swung
forcefully beneath him every time the whip struck. It was as if they were
taunting Farrah, and he prayed she wouldnÕt take offense at them.
When Chip first met Farrah, window shopping, sheÕd promised him
ÒComplete sexual freedom. But with your hands tied, of course.Ó SheÕd
whispered the words. HeÕd been shocked. Then her hand had lightly
touched his. Then sheÕd curled her small finger around his wrist.
And now he was here! And his flaming ass could barely stand the
whip and he could feel his huge, swollen penis jabbing and bouncing
beneath him, and his aching balls, and he knew there was freedom in this,
complete freedom for his loins, though his arms and his legs were tied.
Dangling beside Chip was the insidious enema tube. He glanced over
at it, wriggling his butt at Farrah, and he wondered how he could ever
manage to take a whole bag of fluid up inside his butt. He had a Small
butt, he told himself! He couldnÕt possibly take all that fucking fluid up
inside his buns. But the whip cracked across him again and as his ass
strained and flexed, he knew he would have to.
When heÕd been filled and emptied and had his face washed to take
the sweat from his eyes, the women put him to bed. And then they climbed
in. And between the three of them, with the men helping to keep him under
control, they put him to work.
In the grope room, Chip had been master, of a sort, for the three
women there were soft and loving, and he could have thrown them off him
if he wished. Here, he was held down by the men and he had no options.
Farrah and Rose worked him hardest, and they paid no attention to his
wishes. They used him like they might use a horse, riding him to
exhaustion. He was made to ejacultate and then they expected more. And
more. Because they kept him always wrapped in a condom, he never had
the satisfaction of shooting and feeling himself fill them up. Each
ejaculation was somehow a matter of shame, for the women would simply
remove the used condom and pop a new one on him, and expect him to
harden right away again for their pleasure.
When the womenÕs pleasure was sated, they put little Joanie on him.
She showed him as little mercy as they, for theyÕd kept her in reserve,
making her wait. Desperately she mounted him and she expected a good
ride, and he was forced to give it to her. She reminded him of Ginger but
he was glad she wasnÕt Ginger, for he had worried in the grope room about
GingerÕs bottom. Here, lovely as Joanie might be, he knew she wasnÕt his,
and never would be, and so he could fuck her without any distractions or
worries. As soon as heÕd come, her lover took her, and he fucked her up her
small as and Chip cared not a whit.
Chip was forced to ride home in FarrahÕs Prowler with his ass on his
hands. He tried to sit on just the edges of his hands, but she took a bumpy
road, a road he hadnÕt remembered before, and every bump made his butt
jar down against the leather seat of her Prowler and sent a spasm of pain
through his tush.
ÒOW! OW! OW! I donÕt remember this road!Ó Chip groaned.
ÒI only take bad boys on this road,Ó Farrah replied.
ÒBad? I mustÕve cum ten times in you,Ó Chip protested.
ÒHmmm. Average, in my opinion. IÕll bet a 15-year-old could do it
more,Ó she said in a soft, speculative voice.
ÒI-M NOT 15!-!Ó Chip said as his butt hit the seat three times in
rapid succession.
ÒI know, youÕre just an old dog,Ó Farrah laughed. ÒHowÕs your dick
feel?Ó
ÒI donÕt think I have one anymore,Ó Chip replied.
They rolled onto smoother asphalt and he wondered where he was
and eventually the car came to a stop. She pulled off his blindfold. They
were in the center of the city again.
ÒHereÕs your car. Get out, sweetie,Ó she told him.
ÒGod Damn! Could I have your phone number?Ó he asked her.
ÒNope.Ó She smiled.
ÒPlease?Ó Chip asked.
ÒSorry, hun. ItÕs bye-bye time,Ó she said. She lifted a soft
manicured hand and folded it and gave him a little wave.
Chip grunted, he got himself gamely out of the car, trying not to
brush his ass against the seat. His trousers moved under his bottom,
sending new spasms of pain through him.
ÒWas I?Ó Chip asked, standing in the street now, bending in and
looking at her worriedly. He was afraid, despite all his efforts, he had
somehow failed her.
ÒDarling, you were the best. But they donÕt call me the Blonde
Widow for nothing,Ó she purred. ÒBye!Ó And then she reached across and
pulled the door shut. As he stood looking, she floored the gas petal, and he
was forced to jump back away from the car lest he lose his toes.
The Plymouth darted into the night. In a moment it was gone. Chip
was left standing in an empty street, his ass burning, his dick someplace
inside his pants, his balls loose and achy.
ÒHey man, you got a dollar?Ó a hispanic voice asked him.
ÒI donÕt have a damn fucking thing except a raw ass,Ó Chip muttered.
He pushed past a ragged figure.
ÒJust a dollar, man,Ó the voice whined.
ÒBeware. IÕve got a radioactive butt,Ó Chip told him.
ÒRadioACTIVE, man?Ó the figure asked.
ÒYeah. I was in the Army. Raw ass syndrome.Ó
ÒOh, sorry man,Ó the voice said, and the figure was gone without
Chip even knowing where it had stolen away to. Easing himself into his
car, he started it, and he drove away.
ÒI wasnÕt able to sit for a WEEK after you fucked my bottom!Ó the
impish voice said.
ÒHmmmm?Ó Chip looked up from a bowl of cereal. There was a big
pitcher of Kool-Aid sitting on the table. He was at GingerÕs again, but her
parents were out for the day, and sheÕd invited him over to share a late
breakfast with her.
Ginger plopped a big white pillow on the chair set aside for herself.
She was wearing a simple pink top with no sleeves, like a manÕs
sleeveless undershirt. SheÕd neglected to wear a bra and her young
breasts poked pertly into her shirt. It hugged her, molding itself over her
tits. Chip saw that her nipples were erect beneath the pink cotton.
Ginger plumped the pillow and then turned her bottom to it. The
chair was high for her, with the pillow on it, and she stood on tip toe.
Then she tried to sit down but immediately she bounced upright again.
ÒOh!Ó she announced. She was wearing only white panties and her
hands flew to her bottom and rubbed it briskly. ÒIt STILL hurts!Ó she told
Chip.
ÒSorry,Ó Chip replied. He chewed his cereal. It was Captain Crunch
and it complained loudly as he mashed the cereal in his mouth. ÒI promise
never to fuck you in your ass again,Ó he told her.
ÒWell, you donÕt have to be THAT sorry,Ó Ginger told him. ÒJust do it
more gently next time. And DONÕT leave me lying in my bed all by myself
with my bra tied around my mouth!Ó She sat down on her pillow and let
out a giant sigh. ÒDid you know that some boy came by, and he rang the
doorbell? And I had to go downstairs and open the door. And I still had my
bra tied around my mouth!Ó
ÒMy God!Ó Chip exploded. ÒYou did WHAT?Ó
Ginger picked up her spoon and ladled a spoonful of Captain Crunch
into her mouth. ÒI told you to buy Lucky Charms,Ó she said with a pout.
ÒWait a minute. You answered the door and you had your bra tied
around your mouth?!Ó Chip insisted.
ÒWell, itÕs not my fault. You tied it on me,Ó she said.
ÒWhat in GodÕs name were you wearing?Ó
ÒNothing,Ó she said. ÒI just peeked around the door, you know, just
my head, but of course ÔwearingÕ my bra, with my panties stuffed in my
mouth.Ó
ÒAnd you talked to that fucking kid like that?Ó Chip roared. He
couldnÕt even eat his cereal now. He threw down his spoon.
GingerÕs small figure grew shivery still under his glare. ÒOf
course,Ó she said in a small voice. ÒExcept, you know, I couldnÕt say
anything.Ó
ÒAnd then what happened?Ó Chip demanded.
ÒI invited him in with my finger and he came inside and he very
NICELY untied my bra for me. And he said I smelled kinda funny.Ó
ÒOhhhh, JEEEEZ!Ó Chip grimaced. He fell back in his chair. He
wondered why he wasnÕt in leg irons already.
ÒWell, you donÕt have to worry,Ó she said. ÒBecause heÕs always
liked me, and IÕm not stupid, you know. I told him he could have sex with
me if he wanted to, and he said he did, and I took him upstairs. And he
asked why my bed was all messed up and I told him not to worry, that IÕd
been practising just for him!Ó
ÒAnd so then what happened?Ó Chip asked.
ÒI had sex with him, silly. It was his first time, of course,Ó she
said. She stirred her cereal with her spoon and took another mouthful and
looked up at him with wide eyes.
ÒGood God! YouÕre a slut!Ó he said to her.
She giggled.
ÒYouÕll believe anything,Ó she muttered.
ÒWhat? YouÕve been pulling my leg?Ó he asked her.
ÒWhen I havenÕt been getting it stuffed up my ass,Ó she said. She
gave him a rueful glance.
ÒI should put your bare little bottom over my knee right now and
whack it good and hard!Ó he told her.
ÒWhy? ÔCause youÕre stupid and will believe anything?Ó she asked
him. ÒIÕm 12, not 3. I think sometimes you think IÕm 3 or something. No
girl on this whole block would have anything to do with that fatso,
especially me. Can we ride in your Camaro when weÕre done eating?Ó
ÒSure, if you can stand sitting down,Ó he said. And he leapt up and
she darted off her chair and he chased her, and somewhere behind the sofa
he caught her, and the next minute her white panties went flying and he
had her all to himself, and her lovely ass, and he spanked her until she
almost threw up her breakfast.Ó
ÒThat wasnÕt very nice,Ó she said to him later, upstairs, with her
standing at her bathroom mirror. And her bottom was still red from his
hand and it enthralled him to look at her small, clenching cheeks, and he
remembered Joanie. But this wasnÕt some other manÕs girl, this was His
girl, and he loved her darling little bottom and he wanted to thrust
himself inside her and feel himself pumping hotly within her tight little
cheeks but he knew the time wasnÕt right.
ÒPut something on. I canÕt drive you around bare ass naked,Ó he said
to her.
ÒBut youÕd like to, wouldnÕt you?Ó she asked. She combed her soft
brown hair and then, as he watched, she put ribbons in it, giving herself
two pigtails.
ÒIÕd like to take you away and make you my little slave and keep you
forever, but I donÕt have the money,Ó he told her.
ÒIÕm not little,Ó she replied. ÒAnyways, I have too many stuffed
animals for all of them to fit in your car, so thatÕs out of the question.Ó
ÒYou know, I think we left your panties downstairs,Ó he said.
She considered. ÒGo get them,Ó she told him. ÒMom doesnÕt like it
when I leave my underwear lying around the house.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó he said. And he went downstairs and by the time he came
back with her panties she was standing in the doorway to her bedroom,
dressed in a frilly white blouse, with a bra underneath, and tight jeans
that molded themselves to her legs and her ass. She was popping open a
Pixie Stick and as he approached her she lofted her head back and opened
her mouth and sprinkled cherry Pixie Stick dust all over her tongue.
ÒSugarÕs not good for your teeth,Ó he told her.
ÒTheyÕre my teeth,Ó she replied.
ÒWell, IÕm going to buy you some sugarless candy today and I expect
you to eat it because IÕm not going to date Miss Cavity,Ó he said to her.
ÒDonÕt worry. I wonÕt get cavities. I have strong teeth,Ó she said.
He took her downstairs and they argued all the way down the stairs.
She said she could eat all the sugar she liked, and he said she couldnÕt, and
the argument wasnÕt resolved, as most really important arguments
between lovers arenÕt.
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