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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter One
Susie strolled down Rodeo Drive, thoughtfully licking her big,
swirled lollipop. She felt rather like a lost little girl amidst all the
glitz and glamour of Hollywood. In fact she had just celebrated her
18th birthday. Her present from her parents had been a free trip to Los
Angeles, where she now was staying with her grandmother.
Black, white, and even pink stretch limousines cruised slowly by.
Susie tried to peer through the dark glass to see who was inside, but
her efforts proved fruitless. She wondered if she would ever ride in
such an expensive carriage. The idea that she would be totally naked in
such a luxurious vehicle in less than three days never entered her mind.
Susie's grandmother had given her $200. She had told her that
now she was a woman and deserved some expensive lingerie. She had
shooed Susie out of the house that morning and urged her to go pick out
an appropriate adornment to her newly developed figure. Giving her
grandmother a peck on the cheek Susie had obeyed, and a cab was
summoned to escort her to the tree-lined boulevard that she now found
herself on.
Susie wandered through several lingerie shops without settling
on a purchase. For one thing, despite her grandmother's generosity,
$200 didn't buy much on Rodeo Drive. But Susie enjoyed the sunshine
and the intermittent swirls of people.
It was about an hour later when Susie, selecting a nightie, found
herself being complimented by a lovely, and apparently very wealthy,
older woman.
"I think you'll look just darling in that little gown," the woman,
named Elaine, said.
"I hope so," Susie said. "But it is rather expensive."
"Try it on anyway, and let me tell you how you look," Elaine said.
"Alright," Susie agreed. The saleslady and Elaine discussed
several possible purchases that the woman might make while Susie
slipped into the dressing room to change.
Susie reappeared a moment later, clad only in her heels, cotton
panties, and the pink baby doll nightie. She smiled shyly as both Elaine
and the saleslady cooed in admiration.
"Now that makes a prize worth any man's wooing," Elaine
remarked.
"Perhaps, but I'm afraid it's out of my price range," Susie said.
"Nonsense, dear," Elaine replied. "If you like that nightie you just
ante up the money your grandmother gave you, and I'll pay the rest."
"Oh, I couldn't!" Susie said. Instinctively she covered her breasts
with her forearms, and made to turn back to the dressing room.
"My dear," Elaine said smoothly, "If you think I'm making you the
recipient of charity you're quite mistaken. I'm having a soiree this
evening, but several of my guests cancelled on me at the last minute."
"She throws the most marvelous parties," the saleslady
interjected.
"Tell me," Elaine asked Susie. "What are your plans for this
evening?" Susie appeared blank.
"I don't know," Susie said. "Last night my grandmomma and me
played checkers."
"Well, that certainly is a fine game," Elaine said with a wink at
the saleslady. "But I think since you'll only be here a few days you
should enjoy at least a bit of LA's fabulous night life, don't you?"
"I guess so," Susie replied. "Well, sure, but I don't know anyone to
go out with."
"You see?" Elaine said. "I've got a party scheduled but not enough
guests, and you've got to get out but have noplace to go."
"Well, let me put back this nightie, and thenÑ" Susie began.
"Now, dear, I thought we had that settled," Elaine said. "Pick out
a pair of panties to match your nightie and let's be off! I want to meet
this grandmother of yours, and see if she'll approve of me as your
chaperone."
"Well, really, IÑ" Susie began, but Elaine took her by the shoulder
and guided her over to the undies that were displayed against the wall.
"And to think I was feeling so lonely this afternoon!" Elaine
remarked, as if to the air. "Here I was, half my guests plucked away by
the sudden start of some new movie, and with my best friend having
just passed away."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Susie commented as she stood before
the racks of panties.
"Yes, dear, but it was best for her," Elaine said. "She had suffered
kidney failure and was a mere shadow of her former self." A rather
lengthy conversation ensued on the health of Elaine's former friend and
the world in general, during the course of which Susie was urged to
select a pair of sheer panties which, when slipped on, did nothing to
hide her pubic hair but much to accentuate the charm of her pussy.
When it came time to pay the bill Susie felt completely enveloped by
Elaine, and did not want to disappoint the woman by refusing her
benefaction. Soon they were both comfortably ensconced in Elaine's
limousine, and that at least was an unqualified benefit over the
transportation offered by a leering cab driver with a smelly cigar.
Elaine's limo parked outside the condo that belonged to Susie's
grandmother. Both females trotted upstairs to find Susie's
grandmother, named Martha, wrapped in the delicious odor of freshly
baked chicken soup. Introductions were made, and Susie held up her
newly purchased nighty to show it to her grandmother.
"My, that will make some young man proud," Martha said.
"I've seen her in it," Elaine commented. "And I can assure you that
your money was well spent."
"Grandmomma," Susie piped up. "Elaine wants me to go to a party
at her house tonight."
"What a wonderful offer!" Martha exclaimed. "Now that would be a
nice change from Nebraska." A discussion followed concerning Elaine's
impending soiree, and with the help of the women Susie picked out her
best gown. Arrangements were made for Susie to be picked up at six
o'clock sharp. Then Elaine was whisked off in her beautiful limo, with
a promise that the driver would return at the appointed hour to deliver
Susie to the party.
Susie was still primping for the party when a knock on the door
announced the arrival of the chauffeur several hours later. After about
a ten minute wait Susie appeared, and after being made to promise to
Susie's grandmother that he would drive safely the driver left with
Susie in tow.
Beverly Hills, where Elaine's mansion was located, proved to be
even more extravagantly appointed than the impressionable Susie could
have conjured up in her mind from TV. Try as she might, she could not
find a single mansion with an old jalopy parked in front of it.
"Where do the Beverly Hillbillies live?" Susie asked, aware that
perhaps this might be a stupid question. The driver laughed.
"That was just a show," the driver replied. "The 'mansion' was
just a front, a prop." He then proceeded to point out to her the real
homes of real stars, and Susie gushed at quite a few of them.
Despite the grandeur of the many mansions the limo passed,
Elaine seemed to have cornered the market on luxury housing. As the
car pulled up Susie's eyes widened. The home itself was gigantic, and
appeared to be the beneficiary of a small wood that had grown up
behind it. A ponderous stone wall ambled purposefully along the border
of the grounds, its moss covered rocks looking ancient enough to have
been placed by King Arthur himself. A wrought iron gate, its spires
tapering to jagged points, swept open to receive them. As the car
passed through it closed again, shutting out the bustle of the street.
The limo parked in Elaine's drive and a man who apparently had no
other purpose in life than to open car doors appeared and helped Susie
out. The grounds of the mansion were hushed. A pair of gorgeous
dalmatians frolicked in the distance, apparently preoccupied with the
passion of canine foreplay. Susie was led up a flight of hewn granite
steps by the man who had opened the limo's door. There he sounded an
ornate knocker, and the door to the mansion was opened. Susie was
passed on to a second man in a tux, whose only role in life was
apparently to open Elaine's front door.
Proving that, like his brother, he was in fact capable of more than
one occupation, the tuxedoed figure who had let Susie into the house
now took her down a broad hall to an ornate dining room. There Susie
was introduced to several of the guests who had already arrived, and
left to make small talk with them.
The guests, once all assembled, proved to range in age from about
20 to mid-40's. All elegantly dressed, they settled down at the
prompting of Elaine to the dinner table. It was a long, sturdy table,
carved from mahogany. Elaine sat at the head, for all the world a queen
in her palace, flanked by her courtiers. Susie felt rather small and shy
amidst the gathering. Little did she realize that her beauty shone like a
bright star amidst the pinpoints of light in the heavens, and had been
repeatedly remarked upon by the men when her back was turned. Only
the gentility of the men prevented their ogling her as the cab driver had
done that very afternoon. That and the assurance that before the night
was out many might have their way with her.
Susie was encouraged to imbibe in various spirits that were
passed about the table. After partaking of the fourth glass, this one
from a bottle of Chardonnay that was making the rounds, she wondered
if she had been made a guest at a wine tasting party. Did Elaine own a
host of vineyards in France? Except for bits of cheese, no food was
made available to the guests.
"Drink up Susie," a girl named Cindy, sitting at Susie's elbow,
urged. Obediently Susie downed the glass. Cindy was only a year or so
older than herself and Susie felt embarrassed at the implication that
she couldn't hold her liquor as well as the next girl.
A butler appeared with yet another bottle, this one being
remarked upon as even more expensive than the four which had preceded
it. Susie's glass, like those of the other guests, was refilled.
Tentatively Susie raised her glass and sipped. She was beginning to
feel tipsy.
"Do you have to drive yourself home tonight?" a girl sitting to
Susie's left inquired.
"I don't think so, Elaine's limo brought me," Susie said.
"Then don't disappoint Elaine by not partaking fully of her wines,"
the girl, named Betsy, said.
"I'm trying not to," Susie said. "But, frankly, if I drink much more
I'll have to go to the bathroom."
"That's the idea," Betsy said as Susie touched the glass to her lips
once more. Susie's eyes widened. Cindy put her finger to the base of
Susie's wine glass and resolutely lifted it upward, pouring the contents
straight down Susie's throat. Susie gurgled. Betsy clasped Susie's free
hand firmly. Susie put her glass down on the table. It had been emptied
yet again. Cindy grasped her remaining hand. She pecked Susie on the
cheek.
"Didn't Elaine tell you?" Cindy asked. "This is a pee party!" Susie
gulped. Her eyes gaped.
"E-Elaine?" Susie said in a meek, trembling voice, casting her
eyes toward the head of the table. The woman was gone.
"You're from Nebraska, aren't you?" Betsy asked, still holding her
firmly with Cindy.
"Yes, butÑ"
"Well, I'll bet you've never even heard of such a thing in Nebraska,"
Betsy said. "But we have them here. I'll bet you'll be exposed to lots of
new experiences while you're in L.A.!"
"But I don't want to be!" Susie said, her voice markedly louder.
The other guests, however, continued chatting amongst themselves,
either unaware of her predicament or simply ignoring it. The butler,
too, seemed not to notice Susie's sudden imprisonment as he refilled
her glass with yet another bottle of obscenely expensive wine.
Cindy and Betsy each downed the contents of her own glass while
still holding on to Susie. The girls had an air of wanton unconcern as
they poured down the fluid.
"Please let me go," Susie pleaded quietly to the girls. Betsy
reached over and pinched shut her little nostrils. Susie gasped for air,
opening her mouth. Cindy poured down the wine.
Susie gulped and spluttered. "I don't want any more!" Susie cried,
shaking her head. As if prompted by this to deepen her degradation,
Cindy and Betsy reached up and each grasped one side of Susie's
decolletage. They tore open her gown. Susie's breasts tumbled out, her
cherry nipples wiggling enticingly atop her bare mounds of flesh.
"I see the first of our females has been exposed," a man sitting
across from Susie said. Now all eyes were upon her. She was about to
protest when the man raised his glass.
"I propose a toast," the man said. "To what is her--?" the female
sitting next to him leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Ah, yes! A
toast to Susie's breasts!" A general cry of approval went up and the
gentlemen and ladies raised their glasses and toasted the beauty of
Susie's breasts. Susie blushed fiercely.
Next two men sitting on either side of a woman ripped open the
front of her gown. She acquired a light blush as the glasses were
refilled and a toast was made to her mammaries in turn. Cindy and
Betsy, saying to Susie that they were only ensuring that she drank her
fair share, made the toast for her and poured yet another glass of wine
down Susie's throat. The people sitting across from Susie seemed to
float upward a moment, along with the table. Susie realized she was
becoming intoxicated, a condition she had understood would make itself
evident before the night was out. Now, however, the impending fullness
of her bladder made her tipsy aspect all the more undesirable. How
could she possibly escape the clutches of the two vixens which flanked
her if she couldn't even walk? Susie felt herself slipping into a daze as
a third woman's blouse was torn asunder and she was forced to quaff
yet another toast to feminine charms.
Susie noticed through the increasing haze of her vision that
people were beginning to squirm in their seats. She herself gave her
bottom a wiggle as her bladder neared its limit. Three butlers appeared
and arranged a circle of pillows and cushions on the plush rug of the
dining room floor. As Susie gazed over her shoulder at them, admiring
their trim buttocks, intermittently interrupted by the demands of yet
another round of wine, she noticed that they appeared to be making a
large pit for some odd indoor campfire. Only when a beige tarp was
spread over the declivity, arching up over the rims of the pillows, did
the circle's use become apparent. It was to be a makeshift toilet!
Susie gazed around at the multitude of naked bosoms quivering
before her. These women were so beautiful, their companions so
handsome, and yet they were all about to be peed on! Susie felt both
revulsion and wonder as two women rose and slipped off the remains of
their gowns. If they were about to do what all the evidence indicated,
Susie felt herself almost wanting to stay. What a riot it would be to
see these coiffed, demure sophisticates submit to being no better than
the bowl of a commode! Oblivious to their nudity (for they now wore
nothing but earrings and heels, their gowns not having had any
underwear beneath), the two women who had been chosen to go first
were led by their males over to the tarp lined pit.
The women separated from their male escorts. They held each
other's hand and stepped together onto the tarp. Another pair of
mincing steps brought them to the center of the tarp, where they sank
down and clasped each other. They kissed, then broke the contact of
their lips to admire each other's nude bodies. Each woman clasped the
outthrust breast of the other and gave it a reassuring squeeze. One
bent and kissed the declivous slope of her friend's bosom. Softly they
lay down upon the tarp and began stroking each other's torsos.
The pair of men who had led the two women over to the pit now
unzipped their flies. Their erect penises sprang forth, throbbing with
both the desire to ejaculate and urinate. Several women cast off their
gowns and came forward to the men. They took their rods in hand while
fellow females urged a last drink down the men's gullets.
"Come, our view is being blocked," Cindy declared, and with Betsy
lifted Susie from her seat. Both girls had been the beneficiaries of the
final rounds of toasting, and their naked bosoms now danced in concert
with Susie's as they stood upright. The jiggling of the gourds subsided
momentarily as the girls considered their path, then began quavering
once more as they padded across the deep rug. As the girls walked
their gowns slipped from them, hesitating momentarily about their hips
before falling to their ankles. As if freed from shackles, the two girls
stepped from the fabric even as they kept up their stride. Susie,
stumbling, felt her mutilated gown fall away. Behind her a butler
picked up the garment and, after retrieving several others, cast them
into the flames of a small fire which crackled in a fireplace along the
far wall.
Susie was helped into the large tarpaulin lined depression by
Cindy and Betsy. Her protestations, slightly slurred by the liquor,
seemed only to entice her captors. Susie was made to stand in the
circle as Cindy and Betsy made bold to tug at the curls of her pubic
hair. Susie squirmed, wobbling already from the drink and now made
even more unsteady by the fingers of the two females at her labia. The
girls were making her need to pee even greater!
A hand passed over the acclivous underside of her rear. One of the
girl's fingers inquired between the cheeks of her bottom. Susie felt her
urge to pee accentuate even farther. Cindy's hot breath wafted over
Susie's right breast as Cindy bent forward. Betsy, too, leaned in over
the breast of Susie that was nearest her. The light grazing of the girls'
fingers gave way to a more rigorous appraisal of Susie's rump and
vagina.
"Oh!" Susie cried aloud, her eyes gazing straight ahead, as Cindy
found her way within the ring of her anus even as Betsy put a finger to
the inner wall of her vagina. Susie felt a sparkling sensation between
her thighs. Suddenly Betsy knelt and urged herself between Susie's
legs. She turned her face upward toward Susie's tiny peehole and
applied the pad of one of her fingers to Susie's clitoris. Betsy opened
her mouth as Susie, shocked, looked down and involuntarily began to
pee.
To Susie's acute embarrassment more than just her urine
sprinkled down upon her female suitor. The crowd of guests broke off
their amorous play to watch entranced as the beautiful young blonde
standing before them cried out and suffered repeated convulsions.
When Betsy drew her face out from between Susie's thighs it was
bedewed with droplets of desire.
Betsy's cheeks, bespeckled with a baptism by Susie's loins, bulged
with the debutante's pee. Cindy, who had knelt for a more intrusive
inspection of Susie's bottom during the peeing, now pressed her face
between Susie's thighs from behind. She parted her lips and Betsy
poured Susie's libation from her own mouth into Cindy's. Then a woman
stepped up to the girls and placed an empty decanter of wine to Cindy's
lips. Cindy opened her mouth and, pursing her lips, let Susie's urine fall
from between them into the glass carafe.
Next a decanter of mouthwash was produced and each girl
received a mouthful of the sharp fluid and swished it around. They both
still knelt, Cindy's hand placed upon the lower half of Susie's rump to
steady her while Betsy kept her hand cupped upon Susie's pussy. As
Susie swayed, attempting to keep herself steady, her clitoris grazed
the inside of Betsy's palm.
When the girls had finished rinsing the insides of their mouths
with Scope they each spat the fluid into an empty porcelain bowl which
a woman held up to their lips. Then Cindy leaned through Susie's legs
once more and extended her tongue. Betsy smiled as Cindy licked
Susie's lovedrops from her face.
The two girls then rose and once again each grasped one of Susie's
hands. Beyond them the attention of the crowd returned to the two
women ensnarled in each other's limbs on the tarp. A man stepped
forward and began peeing on the pair.
"Oh! We need to get away from here!" Betsy cried as some of the
man's pee splashed onto her calf. Quickly the two girls hustled Susie
off the tarp.
"I want to go home," Susie squeaked.
"You'll go home with a red bottom if you don't quit complaining," a
man said firmly, in a voice that brooked no compromise. The voice in
question proved to belong to a very rugged looking man with a sculpted
chest and biceps. As if to reinforce his point he strode around in front
of Susie and grasped her frail, narrow shoulders in his calloused palms.
The crown of his erect penis pressed insistently against Susie's flat
belly, as if to puncture it and inseminate her womb right there and
then. Susie felt her will to resist melting before the man's intense
gaze and realized that in more traditional circumstances she would
have longed to bear his child.
"Girls," the man said, speaking now to all three nude females that
stood before him. "I admired your little sport upon the tarp and would
like to partake of it more intimately. What say the four of us go for a
pony ride?" Both girls flanking Susie brightened at the prospect, like
little girls being offered candy.
"But you don't understand," Susie objected. "I never intended to be
a part of thisÑ" The man placed his hand over her mouth.
"I don't know how you came to be here," the man said, "but I will
tell you that if you utter one more complaint I'm going to put you right
over my knee right here in front of all these people and spank the
daylights out of you. Understand?"
"And if you're not good after that he'll take the whip to you, like
he did me last time," Betsy chimed in.
"You'd best obey, dear," Cindy said, curling a strand of Susie's long
lemon locks about her index finger.
"But where's Elaine?" Susie squeaked.
"Ah, ah, not another word," the man warned. Susie pouted, aware
that the liquor she had imbibed left her with barely the power to stand
upright, let alone fight or run away. She felt drowsy as the two girls
led her off, with the man showing the way. Her eyes fixed upon his lean
buttocks and she wondered idly what it would be like to pee right down
into his bung hole.
A pit stop was made by the little foursome in a bedroom. Susie
thought she was to be debauched right there and then, but despite the
man's livid erection he asked only that the girls attire themselves in
gloves and stockings. Susie was seated upon the bed. Its velour cover
proved a comfort to her bare bottom. Her heels were removed by the
man, whom she learned was named Steve, and he slipped a pair of opera
length stockings up her legs. Each stocking had to be tied at its summit
to keep it up. The string attached to the top of the stocking had bits of
elastic sewn in. Each string formed a pretty little bow when tied.
Susie's upper thighs bulged out over the top of each stocking.
Next Steve had Susie don opera length gloves, each of which again
had to be tied to remain aloft, this time about Susie's upper arms.
Susie fluttered her eyelashes as she gazed down at the amenities which
Steve had provided her with. She knew there was probably a decadent
purpose behind such accoutrements, but she was beginning not to care.
Steve quietly slipped her stiletto heels back upon her feet as she
admired his broad shoulders. Beside her Cindy and Betsy each attired
the other just like Susie.
Out in back of the mansion several horses were tethered,
apparently for the enjoyment of any partiers who might wish to make
use of them. Her mind clouded and her mouth beginning to feel like a
wad of cotton, Susie permitted Steve to hoist her up by her bottom onto
a pony. Cindy and Betsy, each apparently as incapable as Susie of
mounting herself, waited to be mounted by Steve in turn.
In the bedroom Susie had seen Steve drape a slim chain about his
neck. Now she was to discover its purpose; once mounted Steve
cantered over and leaned in to Susie to fasten a leather collar about her
neck. Then he clipped the end of the chain to it and sauntered off on his
horse. A moment later Susie felt a tug at her neck and her horse
reluctantly responded to her movement by breaking his stance and
trotting forward. Susie followed behind Steve, unable to do anything
else. Cindy and Betsy drew up on either side of her, their breasts
bouncing merrily as they headed off with Susie for their unannounced
destination.
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