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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LAS VEGAS LUST
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Chapter Four
When I had stuck my newfound wad of money through my dog collar,
and switched my original $20 from my bra to the collar, Melinda asked me
to raise my arms. I did so. She pulled off my blouse.
"There, now you can decide freely which you will offer up," Melinda
said. I opted for the bra. I caught the dealer stealing a glance at me as my
titties jiggled into view, their cherry nipples wiggling invitingly to even
the most reserved of men. Melinda helped me back into my blouse.
To my surprise and delight I won the first hand. I was too eager to
keep playing (and, I thought, to keep winning) to put my bra back on just
then. Soon, however, I had lost my earnings. I might have left the game
then, but Melanie anted up my bra before I could stop her. I lost that hand,
and Melanie traded the dealer some of her chips for my bra. I watched in
horror as she drew in on her cigarette, making the tip light up, and then
placed the cigarette right in the middle of one of the flimsy sheer cups of
my bra. Right where my nipple would have found refuge a hole was burnt
in my bra, insuring that should I ever happen to get the damn thing back
tonight at least one of my nipples would stick out for all the world to see.
I slipped off my panties. I knew this was my last hand. Sure enough,
I lost, and Melinda traded for my panties and promptly burned a hole in
them right where my clitty would peep out.
Disgusted, I sat and watched the game awhile, caring little how my
legs were positioned. Later a private violinist appeared, and began playing
for us. I rose and danced with Steve and Joe. We started slowly at first,
but gradually the tempo of the music picked up and we kept pace with it.
My skirt flipped up continuously, exposing my bare bottom. My naked tits
joggled freely beneath my sheer blouse. I could tell Joe and Steve were
getting very turned on.
I should mention that a girl came in repeatedly through this entire
affair to keep us well supplied with drinks, which Melanie in particular
amongst us delighted in imbibing in. I rather hoped she would get herself
dead drunk, to allow me to escape with Joe and Steve. The management,
however, watered down her drinks more and more as the evening wore on,
not wanting to put to sleep a losing player while there was still more
money they could pry from her.
The drink girl, of course, despite her revealing attire, found my
condition surprising. "My, I've got nothing on you," she said to me the first
time she saw me, to my acute embarrassment. But after several of her
visits I quit blushing and just ignored her.
Some time later Melanie scooped up what remained of her chips (her
credit line having been taxed several times to keep her supplied) and
called for me and the boys to accompany her back upstairs. I think all
three of us breathed a sigh of relief at Melanie's command. Steve and Joe
each took me by the hand. I glanced at their crotches. Each was bulging
and ready. I bit my lower lip. There would be no respite from my fate this
time, I felt sure. Together we walked out onto the main floor of the
casino. Melanie strode in front of us, looking regal and imposing. My skirt
flipped up with each step I took. Beneath the bare flesh of my bottom
undulated. I tried to keep from blushing, but couldn't.
After what seemed like an eternity we reached the bank of
elevators. The other guests of the casino looked at me, some only
glancing, others staring. With my dog collar and revealing attire, wedged
between two men with erections, it was obvious I was not destined for a
church service.
We got out on our floor. Finally alone, we walked in silence down
the hall. I glanced at the man on either side of me, but each seemed
preoccupied. No wonder, their cocks were about to burst through the front
of their pants! Melanie unlocked the door to our room. Now I would be
made to perform. I felt a hand on my bottom as we entered and the door
closed behind us. I looked up at Steve.
"I've never felt so embarrassed in my life!" I said with a half smile.
"I wish I had the whole thing on film," Steve said. Unceremoniously
he unzipped his fly. Joe, not wanting to be outdone, unzipped himself also.
Their prongs sprang out in all their magnificent glory. I tensed.
"Uh, couldn't we watch a little T.V. first or something?" I asked.
Melanie strode up to us and stood directly facing me. She touched one of
her fingers to the crown of each man's cock, resting it there.
"Why watch T.V. when you can be on T.V.?" Melanie asked me. My eyes
widened. "We have a camera set up in one of the bedrooms. And a monitor.
Please come." She turned on her heels with a suave smile and beckoned us
to follow by lifting her hand and crooking her finger. Steve and Joe were
like dogs on heat. Fucking me was the only thing on their mind. They
strode forward and, my hands still held, I stumbled along between them.
We stepped into the room reserved for my denouement and there I
saw a large bed in the shape of a heart. At its head a portable T.V. set had
been placed amongst the pillows. Gina and Monique turned down the bed's
red cover. Beneath lay pink satin sheets. The girls looked up and smiled
at me. Gina gave a wave of her hand, beckoning me to mount the mattress.
There was no need for me to undress.
I crawled onto the bed like a little girl. The hem of my skirt played
along the curve of my bottom as I kneed my way to the headboard. The
lower halves of my bottomcheeks wiggled invitingly.
Gina placed her hand upon the top of my head. She pressed
downward, urging me to bury my face in the pillows. Monique flipped up
the back of my skirt. I peeked over my shoulder and saw Joe flipping a
quarter. Steve won. He dropped his pants and mounted the bed behind me.
Joe also relieved himself of his trousers and got on the bed beside me.
Gina clipped a Lavalier microphone to my blouse. They would record
my moans as I was pillaged! Joe drew up my blouse until my breasts fell
out underneath it. The garment hung uselessly about my shoulders, doing
nothing now except holding the microphone that would record my cries.
Joe tweaked my nipples with his fingers.
The T.V. set was, of course, right in front of my face. Gina retreated
to the camera, which stood on a tripod near the bed. Steve's penis loomed
up at me on the T.V. set. Gina was doing a close up of his loins. His dick
stood out starkly from the band of white flesh that traversed his hips.
Above and below his tummy and thighs were deeply tanned.
Upon first entering the room I had noticed a night table positioned
halfway down the side of the bed. I had wondered at this, as usually such
tables are to be found at the head of a bed. Now, as Monique flipped up the
shade on the lamp which sat atop the table, its positioning became clear
to me. The lamp, its shade tilted, shone directly upon the moon of my
bottom! Gina dollied her camera around for a shot of my bottom. Suddenly
my own anus was staring me right in the face on the T.V. screen! I saw
Steve's finger come to it, coated with KY jelly. Simultaneously I both felt
the cool of the jelly and watched it being applied! I shivered.
Steve's finger became ever more insistent at my back door. First he
merely smeared the salve over my sphincter. Then, getting more, he
pressed his fingertip within. Obviously, since I had never taken a man
there before, he wanted me well greased for his entry. Joe, meanwhile,
took a bit of the cool creme between his fingers and applied it just to the
buds of my erect nipples. They tingled deliciously.
Steve refrained from sticking his finger up my bottom. Apparently
he wanted his dick to be the very first thing I would ever feel going up my
heinie. He left off oiling me and palmed the pert cheeks of my bottom,
savoring their last moments of virgin chastity. Monique took up the jar of
jelly and sat beside Steve on the bed. She dipped her hand in the creme
and began lubing Steve's pole.
"Grease me good," Steve said to Monique. "This is going to be her
first time." Monique purred appreciatively as she rubbed down Steve's
dick. He watched her, looking down at his manhood as it grew ever more
shiny with the oil. Fortunately he had come once already, and could handle
the attention...from being hand jobbed to being displayed on the T.V., all
while I squirmed in my innocence before him, stifling my moans as Joe
worked my little nipple buds. Perhaps to take his mind off Monique's
ministrations, or perhaps only out of unrequited lust, Steve bent forward
and began rubbing his unshaven face over the lower half of my heinie. I
sucked in my breath. It felt like my bottom was being rubbed with
sandpaper!
Finally, at Melinda's urging, Monique left off greasing Steve's dick.
He straightened up. I watched with fearful trembles as the head of his
dick came to my puckered anus. The erotic scene shone right in my eyes,
on the T.V. in front of me.
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