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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS
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Chapter Fourteen
"Please come to New York," Lilith had urged Alicia over the phone.
"I'm having such a wonderful time here, but it would be even better
with you." Alicia had been working at her newfound job in the campus
bookstore when Lilith called. It was quite a shock to suddenly go from
making small talk about the price of pencils and Lifesavers to a
dialectic on the advantages of a free seat in first class and world class
hotel suites and restaurants.
Alicia had considered Lilith's proposal for a moment, and then
decided that since her part time job would never cover such a trip,
she'd better take the opportunity while it was offered. She hung up the
phone, excused herself by telling the dour woman in charge of the store
that she suddenly felt ill, and dashed home, sprinting across the
sidewalks of the campus as men turned their heads to catch a glimpse
of her derriere under her flying miniskirt.
Alicia was greeted at the base of the speedway by a limo driver.
He led her to the car as a second man took her baggage claim ticket and
went to fetch her suitcase. Soon Alicia found herself comfortably
ensconced in the plush interior of the locked limo as it whisked her
downtown. In the front seat the driver and his assistant chatted
amiably about football.
It occurred to Alicia as she watched the skyscrapers of Manhattan
drift closer that now she would be entirely in Lilith's domain. Her car
would not be parked outside the hotel. Her campus apartment would not
be fifteen minutes' drive away. In a sense, she was a prisoner. She
wondered if the driver would stop the limo and let her out if she
insisted. What was it that made Alicia so valuable to Lilith that the
woman would buy her a one way ticket to New York and put her up in her
own hotel suite? Alicia's personality was an asset, to be sure, but in
the end Alicia was but as a naive schoolgirl to the mature Lilith. Alicia
glanced down at her ample cleavage, and the curve of her thighs below.
Lilith might have the more sophisticated personality, but the youthful
vigor of Alicia's body could best the woman's own figure in any contest.
Alicia trembled briefly as she realized where her true value lay.
Alicia was escorted by a doorman at the hotel through the
gargantuan lobby and up a lift to Lilith's suite. Alicia half expected to
be introduced to an orgy in progress, and wondered if she would respond
as was wished. Instead Lilith sat alone, garbed in a modest black gown,
sipping tea. Far from superintending a wild debauch, she looked almost
lonely.
"Ohh, you're finally here," Lilith exclaimed happily to Alicia. She
rose and greeted the girl, and it was only then that Alicia noticed that
a couple sat quietly across from where Lilith had been drinking her tea.
Lilith escorted Alicia past the potted fern which had blocked the
blonde's view of her guests and introduced her.
"This is Deliah," Lilith said of an attractive, well-bred woman
who looked about 30. She had brown, shoulder length hair and was
impeccably attired. "And this is James," Lilith said of a handsome man
with broad shoulders and an aristocratic visage. Both looked as if they
had just finished a day of executive decisionmaking in New York's
plusher conference rooms. Conservatively dressed, they seemed to
exude power. The couple greeted Alicia warmly.
A pleasant conversation followed, in which the couple proffered
information about their affairs and asked Alicia about her schooling.
When the couple had left Alicia suggested to Lilith that they take a dip
together in the hotel's pool.
"I'm sorry, dear, after that long flight the last thing you probably
wanted to do was sit here and talk," Lilith said.
"No, I enjoyed it, really," Alicia said. "They're a very nice couple.
I hope I'm like Deliah someday."
"You'll marry well," Lilith replied, with the sureness of a psychic.
Lilith begged off the swim, so Alicia stepped into the bathroom
by herself and slipped into her bikini. With a peck on Lilith's cheek she
thanked the woman for the trip and skipped out of the suite. A sign by
the elevator in the hall indicated that a pool was located on the roof. It
was reserved solely for the wealthiest guests on the upper floors.
Alicia, being the guest of such a guest, bade the lift to take her upward.
The hotel's penthouse pool was heated, and lit with submerged
lamps. Starlight reflected off its surface, competing with the lights of
nearby skyscrapers. A sign stated that the pool was chlorine free.
There were no other swimmers present. Alicia lowered herself into the
steamy pool and luxuriated in its warmth. The water was clear as
crystal, and was fed by a small waterfall at one end that spilled from a
wall. The pool deepened in the middle, but at either end she could
stand. Alicia floated on her back, then paddled over to the falls. She
stepped into them and let the water cascade over her breasts. The
falling water tugged at her skimpy bikini bra, threatening to remove it.
Alicia bobbed about in the pool by herself for awhile. Eventually
she was drawn back to the waterfall. Once again the tumbling water
pulled at her little brassiere. Suddenly Alicia wondered what it would
feel like to actually take the falls' suggestion. She glanced over her
slim shoulder. Nobody. Alicia put a hand to each of her bikini straps
and pulled them from her shoulders simultaneously. The falling water
took care of the rest.
Alicia squealed as she suddenly found herself bare-breasted
beneath the falls. She wriggled her breasts, making them wobble
rapidly from side to side. With a hum of delight she then lifted up her
bosoms with her palms in a sort of offering to the falls, her breasts
now as free as the water which spilled over them. Alicia's nipples
perked up as the water assuaged them.
"Hello," a man's voice called. Alicia spun about, then quickly
covered her breasts with her hands. Even in her state of dishabille
Alicia retained a prim allure. She did not grasp her breasts with her
palms, but rather had instinctively placed her fingers over them. Her
digits were stiff and pressed close together, except for the pinkie on
each hand which trailed away at an angle as if she were lifting a
teacup. Her thumbs also extended away from her fingers, pointing up
toward her face. Below her breasts her fallen bikini top floated about
the base of her ribs in the churning water, still fastened about her
torso. The man gazing at her was James.
"You look like a little water nymph," James smiled. "How about a
bite to eat?"
"I guess so," Alicia said. She smiled wanly and turned back
toward the falls. A vision of her father beckoning her to dinner floated
through her mind.
James walked around the side of the pool and came up beside the
falls. He had exchanged his business suit for more casual attire. It
was a Friday night, and James looked ready to partake of whatever
sophisticated delights a man of his stature was accustomed to in New
York. He was dressed in a vanilla sport jacket and slacks, much like a
man in the tropics might wear. Alicia thrust her breasts deeper into
the falls. The water obscured them, hiding them from her own eyes and
those of James.
"What shall I wear?" Alicia inquired of James without looking up
at him.
"Just what you have on if you like," James replied. "This place
isn't picky about attire, though it is well appointed."
"Is it somebody's house?" Alicia asked. James laughed.
"Of course not," James said. "This is New York." His comment left
Alicia wondering a bit. In Iowa one always wore one's Sunday best,
even when going to a restaurant of only modest appointment. Perhaps
in Manhattan it was possible to eat out in a bikini, strange as that
sounded. Alicia wondered whether James' comment about wearing "just
what you have on" was in reference to her bra as it had been before he
arrived at the pool, or after. Alicia told James she would join him in a
minute and the man said he would be waiting for her with his wife in a
limo outside the lobby.
When James had departed Alicia pulled her bra back up over her
bosoms. She climbed from the pool and toweled herself off. She shook
out her hair and admired herself in the partially steamed glass that
reflected back her image while offering a view of the city below. Now
she was about to step out into that city, and suddenly she felt
frightened. Thankfully Lilith had introduced her to James. He would be
her guardian, and his wife (so she hoped) would guard her from him.
Alicia slipped her high heels back on and made for the lift.
When Alicia arrived back at the hotel room Lilith was gone.
Alicia had half expected this, as a close friend of Lilith's, unknown to
Alicia, was sick in the hospital. Lilith had left a note:
"Sorry to leave you. Going to see Millicent. Mick away on business
(again). James and Deliah desire your company at dinner. Hope James
finds you. If you're in a rush just pull on the woolen sweater I laid out
for you. The place isn't picky. Take the belt too. It will keep your
bottom warm. s/Lilith"
Alicia glanced at the pullover sweater. It was a beautiful beige,
just the right color to match her white bikini panties. Beside it a black
leather belt with a silver buckle gleamed darkly. Alicia wondered at
Lilith's remark about the belt. Fastened about her waist, there was no
way it could keep her heinie heated. Only if it were taken off, perhaps
later in the evening, could it be used to warm her posterior. Alicia
trembled.
Despite her misgivings, Alicia decided upon pulling on the
sweater that it would look best if worn with the belt. She picked up
the strip of leather, weighing it briefly in her palms, and then fastened
it on. Her bikini panties were now almost dry. Alicia tossed back her
hair and admired herself in a mirror. It was then that she first noticed
the sweater's special quality. Alicia had discarded her bikini bra,
preferring the freedom she felt without it. But the sweater proved to
be of loosely spun wool, meaning that there were gaps between the
woven fibers, much like fishnet, but with smaller, more discreet
apertures. Should Alicia's nipples become erect they might easily find
their way through the woolen strands to poke out in all their naked
glory.
Alicia was thinking of trading the sweater for something else
when there was a knock at the door.
"Come on!" James, standing outside, exclaimed when Alicia opened
the door. "You're dressed? Good," James said. "Deliah is growing
impatient." James took Alicia by the hand and hurried her down the hall
to a waiting elevator. He smiled at Alicia as the elevator doors closed
and a taciturn bellhop pressed the button for the ground floor. Alicia
glanced down demurely at her feet. They descended in silence.
Alicia felt a twinge of embarrassment as James led her through
the lobby. Everywhere heads turned, as usual, to gaze at Alicia's
beauty. Her skimpy attire only served to heighten their interest. Her
heels clicked on colored tiles as she exited the lobby and crossed the
covered automobile pavilion that extended out toward the street from
the front of the hotel. A doorman waited by the one of the limo's side
doors, which stood open. Without paying undue attention to Alicia the
doorman guided Alicia into the depths of the limo and closed the door
upon her. James crossed around the back of the limo and entered from
the far side.
Inside, the smoked glass of the limo tempered the glaring lights
of the auto pavilion. A sheet of darkened glass also divided the main
passenger compartment of the limo from the driver. Communication
between James and the driver was to be solely through an intercom.
The wealthy were noted for their privacy, and this limo certainly
provided that, Alicia reflected. She smiled at Deliah, who sat beside
her, dressed in a blouse and miniskirt. Deliah smiled back. Like her
husband, she had changed into casual apparel as well.
"O.K., driver," James called through the intercom. The running
engine shifted gears and the limo surged forward. The pavilion slipped
away and the colored tiles beneath the wheels of the limo were
replaced by asphalt.
A bit of small talk was exchanged between the couple and Alicia,
but then the ride slipped into silence. It was as if a storm were
brewing, as if an unspoken promise was about to be fulfilled. Alicia
thought to herself how she hardly knew the couple beside her. She
began wishing she had come wearing more concealing attire. It was
then that James reached across to Deliah's blouse and undid the top
button.
They were sitting in traffic, waiting for a stoplight to change as
shoppers surged past the limo and cars waited with running engines
beside it. Alicia watched out of the corner of her eye as James flipped
open Deliah's next button, and then her next.
The light changed as James reached the bottom of Deliah's blouse.
Its halves separated. James reached up and pulled the fabric of the
blouse back to reveal one of Deliah's breasts. The limo sped past
unseeing crowds. Some looked right at Alicia, and Deliah beyond, but
their stares were blank, made ignorant by the glass.
At a second movement of James' hand Deliah's remaining breast
was uncovered. Then he cupped her bosom that was closest to him with
his palm and passed his thumb over her nipple. Its bud responded. When
James had made Deliah's first nipple erect, he proceeded to her second.
He grazed it with his fingers, quickly bringing it to full flower.
Alicia's nipples needed no such encouragement. Merely watching the
pair surreptitiously had caused her buds to rise until they peaked
through the woolen fabric of her sweater. The little nubs poked
through, further adding to the allure of her sweater, which already
clung tightly to her bosoms, outlining the thrust of their cleavage and
the flatness of her tummy below.
James bent down and began suckling Deliah's breasts. The woman
gave a contented sigh and let her head roll backward. James supped at
her bosoms for what seemed like hours. Occasionally Deliah extended
the tip of her tongue and whetted her upper lip. Alicia, watching,
licked her lips involuntarily. Deliah slid her hips forward on the bench
seat until most of her bottom no longer rested on the plush leather.
She kicked up her heels and set them down on a low mahogany table
that squatted in front of the seat.
James lifted his mouth from Deliah's breasts. Her nipples
glistened wetly.
"You make a wonderful aphrodisiac," James smiled at Alicia.
"Would you care to remove Deliah's panties? I'm going to take her now."
"ButÑ" Alicia protested.
"Please?" James inquired. Alicia gazed at the man for a moment.
He was very handsome. Her mind wondered if his dick matched his face
and shoulders in beauty. Her manners told her it would be most
improper for her to remove another woman's panties. Still, it wasn't
her own panties she was being asked to remove.
"Please?" James repeated. Alicia relented. She scooted herself
off the couch and knelt facing Deliah. Delicately she reached up inside
the woman's miniskirt and caught hold of the waistband of her panties.
They were made of white silk. With one svelte movement Alicia
slipped the panties down Deliah's smooth, tanned thighs and over her
pretty knees. She was about to let go, leaving the little garment about
Deliah's calves, when James intervened.
"Off," James, his hands still occupied above Deliah's waist, said
to Alicia. "All the way off, please." Alicia obeyed. She tugged the
panties down the remainder of Deliah's legs and past the cloying straps
of her heels. Alicia wondered if Deliah would eventually undress her in
turn. If James was well endowed, she just might find herself
appreciating such a reprisal.
Alicia passed Deliah's panties over the spikes of her heels and
held them aloft.
"What should I do with these?" Alicia asked James.
"Stuff them in her mouth," James replied. Not really wanting to,
but at the same time feeling a wicked desire to assist in the woman's
denouement, Alicia knelt upon the seat and bade Deliah open her mouth.
Deliah assented, and Alicia stuffed in the panties.
"I hope she wasn't wearing these all day or anything," Alicia said
as she tucked the final folds of the crumpled panties between Deliah's
parted lips.
"I hope she was," James said. He shucked off his trousers and his
penis sprang forth. Alicia gasped, even though the instrument was not
intended for her. It was large, larger even than most dildos, and
throbbing with virility. Alicia watched with unchecked admiration as
James' penis bobbed up and down, his hand lifting up the front of
Deliah's miniskirt to reveal her pussy.
James knelt down on the floor, his butt bumping up against the
side of the mahogany table. He bent his head down until his tongue
found Deliah's slit. The woman moaned. Alicia felt her own hands
drifting over her thighs to almost meet at the juncture of her legs. It
took restraint not to begin rubbing herself at the sight laid out before
her. The cotton panties in Deliah's mouth muffled her screams as
James assiduously ministered to her pussy. Alicia felt herself
becoming more and more excited as the woman before her suffered
climax after climax at the hands of her handsome suitor. James
slurped studiously, his drying saliva still sparkling on Deliah's
quivering, upturned nipples.
Alicia bent forward and plucked the panties from Deliah's mouth.
She leaned in and engaged the lolling woman in a spontaneous kiss.
James looked up, his eyes admiring the curve of Alicia's pantied rear as
she knelt on the seat, kissing his wife. The belt above Alicia's derriere
was a welcome sight; his own slacks and the skirt of his wife had none.
James hoped he would get an opportunity to use the belt; not, of course,
to hold up his pants.
Alicia's bottom wriggled as she kissed Deliah deeply. James rose
from his wife's cunt. He turned to the mahogany table, whose near side
could be lifted up and locked into place. James lifted up the side,
extending the length of the table so that it nearly touched their seat.
James then mounted the table, kneeling upon it, and kneed his way
forward until his penis pressed at the entrance of his wife's vagina.
Alicia, sensing James' presence, turned her head to be engaged by him
in a French kiss. Meantime James, feeling his way, urged himself up
within his wife's cunt.
James passed a hand over Alicia's cleavage, tweaking her exposed
nipples. His hand slipped around to her back and down her sweater to
her belt. He fingered it.
"I hope this will prove useful later this evening," James said to
Alicia, disengaging his lips from hers. Alicia felt the pressure of
James' hand upon her belt.
"I'm afraid it may," Alicia whispered. James then transferred his
mouth to that of his wife, as Alicia, with glistening eyes, looked on.
James surged himself upward inside Deliah. His penis embedded itself
to the hilt. Alicia reached down and gave James' balls an encouraging
squeeze. James began working his hips in and out, his member sluicing
inside the tight but wet confines of Deliah's pussy.
Alicia released her hold on James' testicles to watch them slap
against the innermost curve of Deliah's bottom. At James' urging she
began swatting his buttocks with her palm. At first Alicia struck him
lightly, but at his demand she hit him with all her might. James' butt
cheeks began turning red as she spurred him onward toward the climax
he so earnestly sought.
At the last moment James withdrew his rod and, kneeing his way
onto the seat, stuck it into his wife's open mouth. Her lidded eyes
sprang open as she attempted to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
Alicia, herself almost crazed by what was transpiring before her, knelt
in close against the back of the seat and put her own mouth down next
to Deliah's. James, his rod steaming, withdrew from his wife's orifice
and slammed himself directly into Alicia's inviting mouth. Now it was
Alicia's turn to gape. She had not expected to actually be offered the
fruit of James' manhood in preference to his wife! No sooner had James
thrust inside Alicia than his sperm began shooting forth in gruelly
spurts, splattering the back of Alicia's mouth and running unbidden
down her throat. Alicia's cheeks swelled as she fought to contain
James' sperm. Semen bubbled from the corners of her mouth and ran
down to her chin. Deliah came to the rescue just in time, urging James'
penis from Alicia's lips with her fingers. She replaced Alicia's mouth
with her own, accepting the last ejaculations from James herself,
buying Alicia time to swallow.
James had just emptied his load, his prick still stiff, when he
withdrew himself from his wife and plunged back into Alicia's mouth.
Her lips closed and sucked upon him, but only one or two drops were to
be had. Slowly James' member began to soften. Deliah tickled his balls
with her sharp fingernails.
The limo was just pulling in to the restaurant as Alicia and
Deliah used her moist panties to wipe James' semen from their lips.
"My, our lips sure are glossy, aren't they?" Deliah commented,
looking into a mirror with Alicia.
"Yes!" Alicia giggled. "I hope nobody asks what kind of great
lipstick we use."
James had pulled his underwear and pants back on but Deliah, now
bereft of panties, could only smooth down her miniskirt. As carefully
as he had undone them, James began buttoning up the buttons on
Deliah's blouse. Alicia helped, fastening the upper buttons while James
did the lower. As Alicia worked she couldn't help admiring how the
blouse closed tautly over Deliah's cleavage, its fabric stretching to
just barely come together over her tits. Even when closed the blouse
could not conceal the protruding peaks of Deliah's sheathed bosoms.
The two girls would be quite a sight when they walked into the
restaurant. Alicia prayed that her own nipples would soften and slip
back beneath the wooly strands of her sweater.
Upon entering the restaurant Alicia found that her concern for her
own modesty was unneeded. While the hostess inside the front door
was dressed conventionally, all the waitresses were topless. Each girl
had long hair, but each had her hair tied back in a neat ponytail which
prevented her mane from hiding her cleavage. Alicia and Deliah walked
unnoticed past their fellow diners, most of whom were dressed as
scantily as they were.
The trio had ordered and were waiting for their meal when Deliah
reached over into James' lap. Alicia thought she heard a zipping sound.
The next moment James let out his breath fairly forcefully as Deliah
began what appeared to be a stroking motion between his thighs. A
moment later Alicia realized that Deliah had unzipped James' fly and
was massaging his penis.
"Is it erect?" Alicia whispered to Deliah, in part to confirm her
suspicions.
"Yes," Deliah breathed. She continued her ministration for close
to a minute then, at the sight of the returning waitress, returned her
hands to her own lap. Alicia wondered if Deliah would have been as
bold if the three of them had not been seated in a booth.
"Please tell me when you're ready to order," the waitress smiled,
handing menus to each of them. Alicia opened her menu and gasped. No
food was to be seen. Instead, a variety of the most bizarre sexual
entrees was available.
"The Sperm a la Carte looks delicious," Deliah said aloud, reading
from the selections. "Your choice of penises served with a pair of tight
balls aching to be released. Fully charged and ready to feed you
wherever you're hungriest. Anal insertions a specialty."
"This is too weird for me," Alicia said. She attempted to rise but
James caught her arm.
"Ah, waitress," James called to the nearest topless girl. "We
were given the wrong menu. We're here to eat, er, normal food."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the girl exclaimed. She strode over with all the
grace and trained efficiency of an employee of a five star restaurant.
"Kari must have misunderstood. Here, I'll take these..." The girl
retrieved the salacious menus. A moment later they were replaced
with leather binders offering the standard nourishment to which the
average diner is accustomed to.
The meal proceeded through cocktails and appetizers in relative
silence. Finally, not wanting to appear impolite to her hosts, and not
knowing how else to break the ice, Alicia asked, "How come everyone
else I see is eating ordinary food like us? Were those menus just a
sick joke?"
"No," James said gently, as if preparing to explain some simple
fact to a naive little girl. "Depending on what you order from the, shall
we say, more lascivious menus you are then escorted to the appropriate
part of the restaurant. For instance, if I ordered 'Hot Buns' I would be
taken to a room where we could make use of that belt of yours without
having your screams disturb the other diners."
"Oh, I see," Alicia said, gulping. She looked down at her salad and
took another spoonful of lettuce. She munched it slowly, then said, "I'm
sorry if I spoiled things for you. I was just so shocked when I saw that
menu..."
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if Deliah and I had another look at it
after dinner?" James asked. "We might want to sample one of the
selections before we leaveÑ"
"Oh, please!" Alicia exclaimed over a mouthful of lettuce, then
swallowed. "I don't want to spoil your fun."
"You just wanted a good dinner first, didn't you, dear?" Deliah
smiled. "I don't blame you. Airplane food is the pits. We really should
have been more considerate of her needs, James."
"Of course, dear," James agreed. Then, that little detail resolved,
James inquired of Alicia about her youth. This was in large part a
subtle compliment, implying that despite her misgivings about
sophisticated adult entertainment Alicia was in no wise still a child.
In part the couple had been misled, thinking that due to Alicia's
reported adventures at Lilith's mansion she would jump right in with
them in their pursuit of decadent fulfillment. For a moment they had
been miffed at Alicia's sudden recalcitrance. But now her hesitation
was proving a powerful aphrodisiac. What could be more tantalizing
than a girl who had to be coaxed into libertine delights?
The meal progressed now on an even keel, with Alicia prattling
happily about her childhood as James' prick grew to painful erection
and Deliah's clitoris tingled with desire. Around them couples of two
or more would decorously read their menus, order, and then be escorted
away. Others would sit and eat and chat, apparently oblivious to the
departure of adjacent diners and the scanty attire prevalent throughout
the establishment.
When dessert had been downed James ordered the return of the
menus which they had been given originally. Alicia found herself
staring once more at the kinky selections, and tried not to read too
much.
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