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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LAS VEGAS LUST
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Chapter Three
Despite two crises Joe managed not to come. The girls and I
commended him when, reluctantly, he finally withdrew, to plunge again
another hour.
Melinda appeared next to me with a small, ornately decorated box.
"What's that?" I asked with a pert smile. It was simple
inquisitiveness on my part, but I should have known better than to ask
such a question at an orgy.
"What we have here, little lady," said Melinda with a proud smile, "is
a boxful of dildos." She drew out the first. It was long and ridged.
"Before the night is over I want you to take each one of these."
"Up my bottom?!" I asked, shocked. Melinda and the other girls
laughed.
"No, my dear, just up your twat," Melinda said. She insisted on
showing me each dildo in turn and then having Gina press just the front
part of the head into my pussy. Sometimes Gina would rotate the head
about a little bit.
About halfway through this odd "dildo outing," I managed to get
Melinda to promise to untie me after she had shown me all her fake
penises. I was surprised at this, but of course all I had done was inspire
Melinda to new heights of perversity with my request.
True to her word, I was untied once I had seen (and sampled) all the
dildos. The ropes were undone and I sat up slowly, rubbing my back. An
ice bucket's contents had melted and Melinda had a man bring it over to
her. As I sat perched on the edge of the coffee table, Melinda gently
bathed my spermy face with the icy water, using her hand. I stiffened as
some of the water trickled down to my nipples.
None of my restraints were removed. Melinda had my clothes
brought over and insisted I get dressed in them once more, but without
taking off my leather straps. I got a sinking feeling of what she had in
mind as I tucked my blouse underneath the leather belt about my waist.
Sure enough, a moment later she told the group she wished to take us
gambling.
By now it was early evening, and the casino floor was in full swing.
There I was, in my little mini, my black bra luridly visible beneath my
blouse, my pantied rear getting quite a bit of exposure. I tried to keep my
hands on the back of my skirt as much as possible. This, however, was not
the least of my problems. My wrists, ankles, and even the tops of my
knees were still adorned with the leather restraints, sans ropes, of
course. Their big brass rings swung to and fro, and if one could not form
an opinion of their purpose by looking at them there was always the big
leather belt about my waist...and the dog collar. I tried to stay in the
midst of our group as much as possible, not the least because I was a
minor and not even supposed to be on the floor!
Our group did not stay together, however. Soon I found myself only
with three girls, Melinda, Gina, and Monique, and two men, Joe and Steve. I
liked Steve, despite his loss of control in the room. It became apparent to
me that hiding was no longer a viable option. My love for Steve was
growing by every minute, even competing with my love for Joe. I gave up
trying to keep my skimpy attire from the crowd. I snuggled close to
Steve, watching him play, trying a hand myself. Then I would switch to
Joe, purring and pressing myself against him like a little kitten. It
became obvious to the men that a new situation had developed, that I was
eager to please both of them. Thankfully, instead of competing against
each other for who would own me, they saw the opportunity of double-
pronging me later up in the room. I wanted to run away with just the two
of them. But Melinda kept an eye on me, determined not to let her little
initiate escape. Joe and Steve dared not cross her. They themselves could
wander off, but if they took me with them that would anger Melinda. It
was whispered to me that Melinda paid many of our local club's bills, and
much as the men liked me they knew Melinda would be hosting future
parties with equally delectable young ladies like myself. I, not wanting to
lose my access to the club while Joe and Steve remained, didn't cross
Melinda either.
Later, when the club saw how much money Melinda was blowing, we
were invited into a private gambling room, where the stakes were even
higher. Melinda sat right down and got back to the business of frittering
away her unloving husband's fortune. I impudently sat down next to her
and said I wanted to play too.
"I'll be happy to advance you some money, darling," Melinda said, but
first you must lose what you have.
"But I don't have any money," I said. "Well, twenty dollars, in case
Joe's car breaks down on the way home." Melinda eyed me craftily.
"I could be cruel, but I won't be," Melinda said. "Sacrifice your bra
and panties, and then I'll give you the money." I put my hand to my mouth
and stifled a gasp.
"I-Is there a private elevator from here back up to our room?" I
asked.
"Nope," Melinda said, checking the cards in her first hand. The dealer
seemed oblivious to our conversation. "You'll have to go back through the
lobby, just like you did before."
"Well, uh..." I felt embarrassed. I had insisted on playing, but now it
seemed all I'd be able to do was back out.
"Of course, you might win," Melinda said with a sly smile.
"Alright," I said, steeling myself to what I knew were the inevitable
consequences. "Which do I have to ante up first, my bra or my panties?"
"Your choice," Melinda said. "But I guarantee you if you lose you
won't ever get them back, because I'm going to sit right here while I play
and burn holes in them with my cigarette. However, since I want to have a
bit of fun more than anything with you, I'm going to pay you for them right
now whether you lose them or not." She took several hundred dollar bills
out of her purse, not bothering to count them. She handed them to me.
"Here, but you can't use this money to gamble. It's strictly to buy you new
underwear when you get home." I took the money and, knowing damn well I
wasn't going to win and hating myself for butting in, I stuffed it in the
only remaining secure place on my person...the padlocked dog collar!
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