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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter Six
The erotic tableau broke up slowly. Steve, finally managing yet
another ejaculation, detached himself from Cindy and rolled onto his
back. Cindy rolled over on top of him. Betsy, the only one who had not
managed to derive pleasure between her thighs from the recent events,
regarded Cindy's upturned form for a moment and then tossed herself
down upon the girl, rubbing her pussy to Cindy's and feeling the spark of
Cindy's nipples upon her own breasts. Steve, relishing the feel of
Cindy's hot bottom upon his loins, his chest to the brunette's back,
watched raptly as Betsy began humping. Cindy responded reluctantly,
her wounded bottom feeling both pleasure and pain as it ground against
Steve's genitals.
Beside Steve, at the same time, Elaine was humping Susie. Steve
gazed happily at the mirror on the ceiling over the bed, and winked at
himself. Heaven couldn't be any better than this.
"What exactly do you have in mind for me?" Susie asked later as
she lay with Elaine. She stroked the jet black hair that tumbled over
the woman's lovely face.
"You'll just have to wait and see," Elaine said, squirming slightly
upon the girl. Betsy lay on the other side of Susie, stroking the blonde's
long locks. Cindy lay with her front against Betsy's back, gazing lazily
over the redhead at Susie. Cindy's hand caressed Betsy's frail shoulder,
then lifted up to settle upon Susie's nearest nipple. Steve lay behind
Cindy, making her bottom twitch as he coated it with a cool salve. His
penis lay across his lower thigh, half erect, slowly recovering. Cindy
felt it brush against the underside of her bottom as it regained a
portion of its strength.
"I think a hot bath is in order," Elaine said, lifting her head
slightly to address the group.
"What time is it?" Susie asked.
"Time for you to meet some pilots and stewardesses that have
just disembarked from a late night flight," Elaine said, returning her
gaze to the girl. "But first you must bathe." Elaine hoisted herself up
from the warmth of the coterie. She rolled off the bed and then,
standing, pulled Susie up in turn. Still somewhat groggy, the blonde
allowed Elaine to take her by the hand and escort her from the cabin.
The air outside was cold.
"I'm freezing!" Susie said, wrapping an arm over her bare breasts
as Elaine led her through the trees. She was bereft of heels now, and
the sticks and foliage on the forest floor hurt her feet.
"There should be some horses pasturing just up ahead," Elaine told
Susie. "We must hurry, or we won't have time for your bath before the
guests arrive." Susie turned to look over her shoulder, but there was
nobody following. She thought she heard the fall of a leather lash upon
bare flesh and a scream that sounded like Betsy's.
True to Elaine's prediction, a loose young mare was found
munching grass between the trees. "It's her favorite spot," Elaine
whispered to Susie of the horse. The woman called to the horse, and it
came. With some effort, and much pushing on her bottom, Susie was
made to mount the horse. It had neither saddle nor reins. Susie grasped
its mane. She could feel the indentations Elaine's long nails had made
in her bottom.
Elaine, somewhat more expert at mounting, clambered up behind
Susie. She cradled the girl in her arms. Her large breasts felt warm
against Susie's back. Susie's own mammaries were exposed to the chill
of the night air. Her pussy rubbed involuntarily upon the horse's back.
Elaine blew in Susie's ear and the girl knew the woman's pussy was
also being aroused by the undulations of the horse. Elaine spoke a word
and the horse took off in a trot, heading for the mansion. The females
bounced upon their steed, Susie afraid she might fall, Elaine consoling
her fears by clasping her firmly in her arms. Susie felt both secure and
prisoner.
At the house Elaine gave Susie an assiduous soaping, working out
the last marks of the birch from her skin. Susie wondered if the
imprints from the birch were only to be replaced by more, this time
from a bullwhip. A butler brought fruit and cheese, and Elaine urged
Susie to eat.
"You will need your strength," Elaine said, popping a morsel of
cheese into Susie's mouth and making her chew and swallow it. Susie
asked for what she was being prepared, but Elaine said only that the
girl would never forgive herself if she passed up the opportunity to
meet the handsome pilots she had in store for her. With misgivings
Susie obeyed the woman, eating all she was told to and doing her best
to chat happily with the woman. She suspected any attempt on her part
to escape would only be thwarted by the butler, who she sensed was
standing just outside the bathroom door. Soft classical music, wafting
from some recondite speaker, helped soothe Susie's misgivings as she
continued to permit the woman to entertain her. Finally, after about an
hour, Elaine bid her to rise from the bath and together they toweled
each other off. Elaine paid no more attention to Susie's tits and pussy
than any other part of her body, and Susie suspected that she was now
being saved for whatever lay ahead.
Dawn was breaking through a window when Susie was escorted
into an adjacent bedroom and dressed in a long, formal gown by Elaine.
Susie protested that she must call her grandmomma, but Elaine hushed
her with the words that all had already been taken care of in that
regard. Finally Susie was led downstairs, her braless breasts thrusting
impudently against the fabric of her low cut gown. Her nipples,
intrigued by what had already transpired and what unknown events
were still to come, stood erect, making small points in the front of her
gown. The dress hugged her hips, outlining the swell of her regal
bottom. Susie wore no panties, and wondered how long the gown would
be allowed to hide the charms of her nether parts. She glanced down,
unsteady on the spire-like heels that Elaine had provided her with. Her
gown shimmered.
Susie was led into a room with men and women in it, most
dressed either in pilot's uniforms or stewardesses' outfits. They were
all standing, grouped in little cliques exchanging bits of gossip. Most
looked up when Susie entered, and the girl was regarded with warm
eyes. Susie was shown around the group by Elaine, and introductions
were made. Only first names were given.
After a bit a woman, who was named Gloria and about Elaine's
age, declared that she was thirsty. The assemblage proceeded into an
adjacent room, which proved to have a dining table in it. A pilot
gallantly seated Susie at the table as the others also took to the chairs.
Gloria seated herself beside Susie. The woman seemed very friendly,
and Susie found herself liking her. The pilot who had seated Susie sat
on her other side. Soon Susie learned that the two of them were
married.
Wine began being passed around, much as it had been the night
before. "Elaine, I can't take any more wine," Susie pleaded.
"Of course, dear, I'd rather you drank water anyway," Elaine said.
"I should have made Cindy and Betsy drink water last night."
An older gentleman spoke up. "Have you been, er, correcting any
girls lately?" the man asked Elaine.
"Yes, I just finished with one an hour ago," Elaine said. "I
wouldn't have wanted to hit her any harder than I did, but if she had
been fully sober she would have felt more pain."
"Ah, yes," the gentleman agreed, with a solemn mien usually found
only amongst abstract discussions of academia. "One does not wish to
mark the girl too badly, for only when her bottom has returned to its
snow white hue can a whip properly be taken to it again." He delicately
lifted his wine glass and swirled its contents, then sniffed it. "At the
same time, whilst not actually harming her, one does wish for her to
feel a maximum of pain. For this reason she ought be fully sober, and
perhaps even have her derriere sprayed down beforehand with salt
water." Susie gulped. She was glad the man was seated far from her.
A girl, no more than sixteen, tripped out on a pair of spiked heels.
She was obviously just becoming accustomed to such mature footwear.
In sharp contrast to the businesslike attire of the guests, she wore
only a stringy black bikini. Susie couldn't figure out whether it had
originally been marketed as underwear or a swimsuit. The girl had
juggernaut breasts that seemed almost to explode out of her skimpy
bra. In contrast she had a boyish waist, but with an impudent, upthrust
bottom. The girl set down a silver tray before Susie. Upon it were over
half a dozen small bottles of expensive European water.
"Which would you like first?" the girl asked Susie. She seemed to
possess a maturity beyond her years, despite her obvious unfamiliarity
with heels. She rested a hand on Susie's shoulder to steady herself.
"You must drink them all," Elaine said to Susie. The older man
who had spoken so astutely of whipping gazed at Susie with glowing
eyes.
"I really must be getting on home," Susie said, making to rise.
Gloria's hand was suddenly on her shoulder, opposite the hand of the
girl in the black bikini.
"You do expect to be undressed, do you not?" Gloria asked Susie,
as if surprised at her reluctance.
"I've already been, thanks," Susie said, still bent on rising.
"She had a bit of fun at the cabin last night," Elaine said. "Even
got a few strokes from a birch rod on her bottom." The eyes of the
guests widened and not a few heads nodded in approval.
The pilot who sat next to Susie placed a hand upon the bottom of
the black bikinied girl. "When is the last time you enjoyed such
instruction?" he asked the girl.
"Pull down my panties and see," the girl said casually, glancing
back over her shoulder at him. Susie wondered at this, as at least a
third of the girl's heinie was already visible, her undies being too small
to cover all of her bottom.
The pilot took the girl up on her offer. With an almost reverent
air he pulled the delicate fabric of her panties down over the curve of
her bottom. Several of the men drew in their breath in admiration.
Even Susie was not deprived of a view of the girl's posterior, thanks to
the room's many mirrors. The girl's bottom was snow white.
"You look like you may be in need of a lesson," the pilot said. His
finger lingered in the fabric of her panties where they bunched beneath
her rear.
"I prefer to be the dominatrix," the girl said. "I only let a man
train me when I'm finished with him...if he has any strength left."
"You...allow this?" the older man who prided himself on his
knowledge of the lash asked Elaine.
"Indeed I do," Elaine said. "It's only fair she go first, seeing how
young she is."
"How about your breasts?" the older man asked the 16-year-old.
"They need it too, just like my bottom," the girl said smugly, with
a look that dared him to submit to her.
"May we see them?" the older man asked.
"I think my bottom is enough for you," the girl said.
"Impudent bitch!" the older man screamed, suddenly livid with
rage. Shaking, he turned to Elaine. "This girl must be flogged at
once...and hard!"
"Now I know my bottom is all you can handle," the 16-year-old
smirked. She pirouetted on her heels and sashayed from the room,
suddenly more confident in her heels thanks to her winning riposte with
the man. Elaine put her hand upon the man's and implored him to settle
down.
"You may look at Susie's breasts, for she is about to grace our
meal, such as it is, with her mammaries." Elaine nodded to Gloria who,
as if on cue, drew a long pair of scissors from her purse. They glinted
wickedly in the light of the candles set upon the table.
"Please!" Susie said, drawing back, but Gloria's husband put a
restraining arm across her shoulders.
"Now, now," Gloria's husband said to Susie. "You can't expect us to
let such beauty go unadmired. You, after all, are 18." Gloria put the
scissors to Susie's chest.
"But this dress is expensive!" Susie blurted in a last ditch effort
to save her modesty before the guests.
"It was purchased last night just for you, whilst we were at play
in the cabin," Elaine said. "It was charged to my account, and I feel it
will present you at your best when it has been properly trimmed."
At once Gloria began cutting downward along the inside edge of
the dress' right shoulder strap. At first Susie thought the woman was
going to cut the straps off, but she did not. Instead she merely cut
carefully down the side of Susie's right tit, then beneath her breasts,
and finally up along the outside edge of her left tit. A panel of fabric
fell away, totally exposing Susie's breasts but otherwise leaving the
gown intact.
"Now drink," Gloria admonished, pointing to the bottles of water
which had been set before Susie. With a quavering hand the blonde
reached out and lifted the nearest bottle to her lips. She began pouring
the clear, fresh contents down her throat, swallowing, aware that all
eyes were upon her breasts as they gently jiggled in time to her gulps.
When Susie had finished the first bottle Gloria made her take the
second, and again she was required to drink it dry. Gradually the guests
themselves returned to their own drinking, and the hum of pleasant
conversation began to be heard round the table once more.
"What must I do to pee?" Susie asked of Gloria after a bit.
"Why nothing, dear, just let it out whenever you feel like it,"
Gloria said.
"You mean, right here, right in my dress?" Susie gasped.
"Of course!" Gloria said. She lifted her voice to address the
guests.
"Has anyone urinated yet?" she asked with a light, cheery air, as
if asking the guests if they would like more tea.
"Smithers just has, haven't you," Elaine said to the older man who
had earlier spoken with such dignity about flagellation.
"Yes, and a relief it was, too," Smithers said. "Pass the wine!"
The pilot beside Susie gave a satisfied sigh. Susie shot her head
over at him and saw him slide his hips forward.
"You people are disgusting!" Susie said, and her eyes turned to
Elaine.
"It's my carpet," Elaine said.
"All our lives we've all been trained not to pee in our pants,"
Gloria explained to Susie. "But now we're required to, as part of
Elaine's party! Isn't it fun?"
"What might even be more fun is to see the poor men stuck with
erections," Elaine commented aloud. "After all, you men must pee in
your pants, not on them. Girls, let's have off our tops and jiggle our
breasts a bit to really get them going!"
"Just down to our bras," Gloria said. "We shouldn't deprive Susie
here of her special place."
"Yes, just down to our bras!" a third woman agreed. "We are, after
all, professional career women!" Her laughter was joined by others.
Coats, vests, and blouses began to fly off, some with the assistance of
the men. Other ladies slapped their male friends away and insisted on
undressing themselves. Some females were down to their bras in a
second, others took their time, making a sexy show of it. The bras too
varied. Some were simple white cotton, others black and sheer. Still
others were blue, yellow, or pink.
"How would you men like to fly with stews like this?" a female
asked. Her bra was sheer. A man tugged at her neckerchief, which she
still wore.
"I understand even better uniforms are to follow," he said.
"Birthday suits." The woman laughed and pushed his hand away from her
neckerchief.
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