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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS
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Chapter One
Alicia was barely 18 when the strange envelope arrived in the
mail. It was brown, without any decoration whatsoever. Even the
return address was lacking. Alicia considered it for a moment and then
"filed" it in her wastebasket. With that she went off to WomenÕs
Studies 101.
Returning from the college campus, Alicia slipped out of her
clothes and trotted off to the shower. She wanted to luxuriate herself
with a slow, steamy bubble bath, but she had to study. After a quick
wash Alicia stepped out and, abjuring clothes, plopped her bottom down
and began to study.
Perhaps it was the tedium of the subject, Feminist Theory, which
distracted her. Perhaps it was her own nudity, her clinging breasts
wiggling each time she took the eraser to her homework. In any event,
Alicia found her mind reconsidering the large brown envelope in the
wastebasket. Maybe it was a former lover, lamenting his disavowal of
her. Alicia giggled at the thought of how many lusty boys she had
turned down, and how many more she had led on, only to leave them at
the last minute with a tight pair of balls and a penis leaking pre-cum.
And then there were the males who had led her on, who had forced her
to succumb to their will and allow herself to be used by them. Alicia
shifted uncomfortably, realizing what she was admitting to herself.
Without another thought Alicia got up and padded over to the
wastecan and, silently cursing herself, bent down and retrieved the
envelope. There was a small stain on the corner from an empty,
upturned milk carton, but other than that the envelope was just as
before. Alicia unceremoniously ripped it open.
The card inside was quite different from its modest wrapper. It
was powder blue, with pink streamers and yellow confetti pasted upon
it. Opening the card Alicia found an interior of Moire satin, upon which
had been written in bold strokes of black ink:
YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO AN EVENING SOIREE AT MY HUMBLE
ABODE OF 18 MANORWEST LANE. PLEASE DRESS FORMALLY BUT
COMFORTABLY. TELL NO ONE OF YOUR WHEREABOUTS. IF YOU ARE STILL
A MINOR, I RESPECTFULLY REQUEST THAT YOU REFUSE TO HONOR THIS
INVITATION.
s/MICK
"Of course!" Alicia thought to herself. It was lucky she had
recovered the envelope. Alicia had applied for membership in the Phi
Oui sorority and this was probably the initiation invitation she had
been waiting for. Alicia's skin tingled at the thought of all the great
guys that would probably be there. It was about time she had some fun.
So far the only thing she'd been invited to do in college was study.
Still, Alicia was new in the area, and she'd best check out this 18
ManorWest Lane. Alicia slipped on her blouse and shorts and headed out
the door. It was just growing dark, and if she hurried she could get a
look at the place before she was due to be there tomorrow night. With
a quick look at the map Alicia pointed her car in the appropriate
direction and headed off into the sunset.
Eighteen ManorWest Lane proved to be anything but a "humble
abode." It was located in the wealthiest section of town, with a
secluded wood encroaching upon its rear while its front lawn offered a
spectacular view of the city below. A ponderous stone wall encircled
the streetward side. A thoughtfully crafted gate of metal poles,
tapering to spikes at their summits, barred entry. A scattering of
fallen autumn leaves lay upon the assiduously manicured lawn. Alicia
let out her breath slowly. Phi Oui must have excellent connections. For
a moment the mansion made her feel afraid, as if she couldn't possibly
measure up to the requirements that must be made of one who thought
to enter such a place. Perhaps the Phi Oui girls were a trifle too upper
crust for Alicia. Even their boyfriends might find Alicia's pedigree
lacking. Alicia had, after all, gotten into Ruttingame on grades, not
money.
Alicia bit her lower lip and wistfully turned away from the
mansion, letting her car roll gently back down the series of hillocks
toward the city. She resolved to go to the mansion at the appointed
hour, but first she would make use of the telephone number which the
invitation had so cordially provided. If the girl at the other end was a
snot, well, then Alicia would probably stay home and study. Perhaps
Phi Beta Cappa would make up for a lost membership in Phi Oui.
The girl who answered at the mansion's number was everything
Alicia had thought she would not be. Polite, endearing, but vague. All
the delightful girl would say was that Alicia was invited, Alicia would
be safe, and that Alicia would be free to leave whenever she wished.
With only the slightest hesitation Alicia consented to come, and agreed
to be there on the morrow.
"Would it be okay if my boyfriend came too?" Alicia asked.
"No, only you, please," the girl replied.
"Well, may I tell him where I'll be?" Alicia asked.
"If you wish, but we would prefer that you didn't," the girl said
cheerily. Well, Alicia had expected as much on that score. For all she
knew there wouldn't be any boys at the initiation ceremony. And Alicia
had been without a boyfriend since arriving at college anyway.
"This is for Phi Oui, right?" Alicia said.
"Can't tell," the girl said, giving a giggle as if to imply that in
fact it was.
Alicia arrived at the mansion the next night wearing a formal, but
slightly seductive gown. It had a lower cut than might have been
expected, revealing an ample amount of her fair bosom. A butler,
apparently sensing her approach, opened the steel gates for her by
remote control. He stood in the driveway wearing a tuxedo. As Alicia
passed the butler in her car, he waved to her.
"Well, at least there will be one man here," Alicia thought to
herself. The name "Mick," with which the curious invitation had been
signed, was ambiguous as to gender, despite its use by a famous male
rock star. Alicia subconsciously hoped that the name "Mick" in fact
belonged to a man.
Alicia parked her car amidst half a dozen Jaguars and Volvos and
daintily made her way on stiletto heels to the front door. A touch on
the bell and a series of muted cathedral-like chimes announced her
arrival. A moment later an elegantly dressed young woman, no older
than Alicia, opened the door and gaily invited her in.
The girl, introducing herself as Kim, divested Alicia of her fur
coat and, admiring her appearance, led her into a stately parlor.
"This is Alicia, a new arrival," Kim announced to a collection of
men and women who stood chatting. Alicia's modest smile met the
appreciative gaze of the guests. No sooner had Alicia accepted a
delectable crouton and cannikin of Chivas than she was pressed in by
people on all sides and brought to engage herself in delightful
conversation.
Alicia found herself much admired by the ladies and desired by
the gentlemen, who ranged in age from about 20 to 40. They wanted to
know all about her, and in turn told her all about themselves, leaving
out specifics, however, and speaking largely in generalities.
Nonetheless, it was obvious from their speech that they were
accustomed to wealth, as both sexes spoke long and languorously about
their foreign travels, stock portfolios, and expensive leisure activities.
At some point it occurred to Alicia that this was not quite the
age group that made itself familiar at sorority parties. Either this was
a collection of Phi Oui alumnus and their significant others, or Alicia
had managed to wade in to a gala that a midwestern farm girl was not
accustomed to being invited to. However, in deference to her company,
Alicia said nothing. Instead she allowed herself airs she had only
before ever dreamed of, and permitted herself to be seduced into
fantasizing of living this way forever. Feminist Theory, to say the
least, was not uppermost on Alicia's mind as she allowed herself to be
led into a sumptuous dining hall and seated at table by one of the men.
The gay conversation continued as a stream of food began to
arrive, courtesy of two butlers and a serving girl, each exquisitely
attired. Alicia helped herself to as much food and wine as her tummy
desired, realizing only later in the meal that she would have to receive
someone's help if she was to go home. She had become too tipsy to
drive.
The meal was well advanced, the butlers keeping the table
immaculate with their constant ministrations, when one of the older
women spoke up.
"I think it would be wise if we allowed the men to provide
themselves with a bit of entertainment, as we would not want them to
feel that the night had ended unhappily," the woman, Lilith by name,
said pleasantly.
"What about our new companion Alicia?" A second woman, named
Beth, asked.
"Oh, yes," Lilith said. She gazed at Alicia and saw that the girl
was comfortably intoxicated. "Kim, perhaps you could explain."
"Of course," Kim said. "At this point our party becomes, well,
private," she said quietly. "We'd all love for you to stay, but we must
warn you that, despite our class, or perhaps because of it, we can be
rather decadent."
"Decadent?" Alicia repeated innocently. The wine had given her
large eyes a childlike lustre. Several of the men squirmed in their
seats.
"Alicia, my dear, I'm sure it is no secret to you that you are one of
the more delightful creatures our men have had the privilege of setting
eyes on," Lilith interrupted. "Several of our men have indicated to me
that it would be most helpful for them if you would permit them to
unzipper themselves as we continue our repast. They have promised to
remain seated, with their members out of view, so as not to disturb
your meal."
"I, I'm afraid I don't understand," Alicia said, her mind suddenly
flashing back to the strange invitation she had received and comparing
it with this group which had turned out to be anything but a gaggle of
sorority sisters engaged in a mischievous initiation.
"You thought our invitation was from a college sorority, didn't
you?" Lilith asked.
"Yes," Alicia said meekly.
"And what had you planned to do at such an occasion as that which
a sorority might provide?" Lilith asked.
"Well, um, to have some fun, forget about school, and, uh, probably
to be forced to get sloshed," Alicia said.
"But we haven't forced you to do anything, have we?" Lilith
continued.
"Oh, no! You've been absolutely wonderful to me!" Alicia cried out.
"I just wonder if, well, if I'm even supposed to be here."
"Frankly, our invitation to you was improperly addressed," Lilith
lied. "Once you arrived, however, our men were loath to turn you out.
Now, however, we must ask that if you wish to stay you permit our men
this minor indulgence of undoing themselves."
As if to forestall further conversation on the point, several men
zipped down their flies. Alicia heard the rustling of their trousers as
the males freed their cocks and allowed them to spring out underneath
the table. With a shy glance Alicia looked sideways at the gentleman
sitting next to her. He grinned politely and returned his hands to the
table.
"No offence, I hope. It is our custom," the man, named Robert,
said.
"No, no offence at all," Alicia said incredulously. The lifestyle of
the rich and famous was certainly different from that of Iowa farmers.
Dinner continued much as before, with naught a mention of the
lewd display that was obtaining under the table. After another seven
minutes or so of languid conversation, some of it pertaining to points
in Aristotle's Ethics, Beth suggested that since the men had been kind
enough to delight the women with the thought of their divested
equipment (as she put it), perhaps the women would flatter the men
with a baring of their breasts.
"Let us have our dessert in the fashion of the Polynesians, whose
women are reputed to be without any sort of covering over their
mammaries," Beth said.
"Kim, would you do us the honors, please?" Lilith asked.
With a smile Kim rose and, starting with the woman next to her,
deferentially undid the buttons of her vest and blouse. The woman
turned out to be without a bra and Kim produced the final effect by
simply pulling the woman's clothes down and off her arms. The
woman's breasts stood out firmly, twin peaks joining the male's
recondite penises in the cool autumn air. The woman nonchalantly
leaned forward and took a sip of her sherry.
"You would have worn a gown," Kim said to the next woman.
"I try to be difficult," the woman replied as Kim unzipped her in
back.
"She just wants to get a head start on us," Beth said jovially.
Alicia, still stunned by this new development in the proceedings, failed
to understand.
Soon, of those seated, only Alicia remained to be undone. Kim
unzipped her in back, then pushed the gown off her shoulders, baring
Alicia's breasts. Alicia blushed.
"There, you see? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Lilith said to
Alicia. "I'll bet it's been awhile since you've enjoyed an eight course
dinner without your top."
"A very long while," Alicia said. Kim sat down once more beside
her.
"Debbie," Lilith addressed the woman beside Kim. "Would you be
kind enough to return the favor to Kim?" Debbie made to get up.
"No, let me," Alicia said suddenly, rising. "I ought to contribute
too."
"Oh, what a nice thought," Lilith said.
It was then that Alicia realized that if she were to rise, her gown
would be lost. She let it drop to a pool at her ankles, thanking herself
for thinking to wear panties, something she didn't always do. In order
that the panties might not be visible beneath her gown, Alicia had
selected a pair of the sheerest silk. Of course, now that they were her
only strategic covering they afforded her little more modesty than no
panties at all.
Several of the men involuntarily sucked in their breaths at the
sight of Alicia rising nearly naked from her chair. Besides her lemon
panties, she wore only sheer white thigh-high "stay-put" hose and
silver stiletto pumps. It is questionable whether Alicia would have
permitted herself to be seen in this condition before virtual strangers
if it had not been for the liqueur she had imbibed. Then again, she had
expected something slightly kinky from a sorority initiation, and this
dinner party was far superior to anything a college sorority could cook
up. In fact, circumstances (and not a little cunning on the part of
Alicia's hosts) had caused this new girl in town to be initiated after
all, but into a group of wealthy, fashionable socialites instead of the
jeans and beer crowd on campus.
Alicia leaned forward and gently undid the buttons of her new
friend's vest and blouse. Her nipples tingled as they pressed into Kim's
long auburn hair where it flowed down over her back. Alicia gasped as
Kim's breasts suddenly sprang into view. They were firm, creamy, and
resilient, not unlike her own. Alicia felt a sudden inclination to touch
them, but refrained. She tugged Kim's attire off her slender, tanned
shoulders, depositing it behind Kim's buttocks in the chair, and then
reseated herself.
One of the men asked to relieve himself. Lilith rang a little bell
and the serving girl appeared, wearing only a maid's hat, stockings, and
heels. So this had all been prearranged. At the appointed hour even the
serving girl was no longer permitted to remain clothed. Alicia
wondered what the butlers would look like, and secretly wished one of
them had responded to the call.
The serving girl had a porcelain demitasse in her hand and slipped
under the table. A moment later a tinkling sound was heard, and it was
clear to Alicia that the man was urinating into the cup.
"Please stop, sir, the cup is getting full," the girl under the table
implored the man. With a groan he cut off the flow of his urine. The
girl rose from under the table, slightly flushed, and poured the contents
of the cup into a carafe on the table which had previously been emptied
of its wine.
Alicia sat spellbound as the girl attended to each man in turn,
each emptying his bladder into the cup. She marveled at the males'
ability to start and stop the flow of their urine, and knew that such
control boded well for the evening should Alicia choose to be divested
of her panties.
As the serving girl attempted to pour the contents of one of the
men into the carafe she spilled some urine on the table. Lilith cursed
her and ordered her to tell the butler. Alicia, watching closely,
wondered if the girl hadn't spilled the urine on purpose.
After the serving girl had finished her task and left, Beth asked,
"Well, that takes care of the men. They are ready to drink their fill
with dessert. But what about we ladies?"
"I suppose only one of the butlers needs to deal with the serving
girl, let us summon the other," Lilith replied. She raised the small
brass bell sitting at her place and gave it a shiver.
The butler appeared, wearing naught but a bow tie, vest, and his
black shoes and socks. Alicia trembled at the sight of his rampant
prick. In his hand he held a small porcelain bowl.
"You called, madam," the butler asked.
"Beth wishes to relieve herself without being deprived of our
company," Lilith said.
"I thought so," the butler replied. "Madam," the butler said,
addressing Beth, "If you would be so kind as to stand and step up upon
your chair?" He assisted her in rising and then had her step onto her
chair, and then from that unsteady perch onto the table.
A faint cry wafted into the dining room followed by the crack of a
whip against bare flesh as Beth squatted down onto the table and began
to pee into the porcelain bowl. As she wore crotchless panties, it was
not necessary to remove them prior to urinating.
By the time Lilith was squatting on the table, Alicia realized that
the cries she was hearing were from the serving girl. She was
apparently being whipped for spilling the urine. Alicia wondered if the
butler would manage to be more careful. He was certainly protecting
the linen tablecloth from the squatting women, as he kept a folded
linen napkin beneath the porcelain bowl to catch any spills.
Eventually the butler stood behind Alicia. Timidly she allowed
him to take her hand. She rose and stepped onto her chair.
"Your panties, Miss, if you please," the butler said. Awkwardly
Alicia reached down to peel off her translucent panties. The butler
kept a steadying hand on her arm as she pulled the fabric down and off
her stiletto heels. Her posture procured not a few appreciative sighs
from her hosts. Then, like a little girl, Alicia clambered up onto the
table and knelt down upon it. The butler, having wiped the bowl dry
with a handkerchief in his vest, placed it beneath her. Alicia reached
two fingers down to her quim and felt royally immoral as she released
the contents of her bladder into the bowl. All the while the cries of the
serving girl came softly to her ears, and the steady crack of naked
leather on bare flesh.
As he was pouring the last libation of the final female into the
carafe, the butler managed to spill some urine onto the tablecloth.
Lilith cursed him and rang her bell. Out came the serving girl, sobbing
uncontrollably, her breasts heaving and jiggling, her hips wobbling
uncertainly with each step.
"Bring my crop," Lilith ordered. The girl, halfway to the table,
turned about and headed back into the kitchen. Alicia shuddered at the
bright pinkness of the girl's bottom. Only minutes before it had been
white as snow.
Seconds later the serving girl appeared with the riding crop. She
handed it to Lilith.
"Mmm, nice and warm," Lilith said, caressing the tawny leather.
"As you like it ma'am," the girl said. Of course, the crop was
warm from its contact with the serving girl's seat.
"Go thank Frederick for your lesson," Lilith commanded the
serving girl, indicating the butler who had punished her.
"YesÕm," the girl replied, and scurried off, happy no doubt to be
out of range of the crop.
"Your indolence has stained my favorite tablecloth," Lilith said to
the errant butler as he stood dutifully before her. "I know of your
enormous self control under the lash, you would not cry out for our
amusement as the girl did. Therefore, you shall submit right here,
before us, where we can enjoy the full measure of your humiliation, in
plain view."
Lilith ordered the butler to bend over and he did so, placing his
hands upon his knees. Lilith then had two women rise and hold down the
butler's shoulders, preventing him, at least in principle, from rising.
Lilith stood and raised the crop.
Alicia covered her eyes with her hands as the whip slashed down
upon the butler. Kim put an arm around her shoulder.
"Poor thing, haven't you seen the likes of this before?" Kim asked.
"N, no," Alicia said, biting her lower lip.
"You'll see lots more fun things, if you stay," Kim said
comfortingly. "Here, have another sip of Chivas." Alicia accepted,
letting Kim pour the fluid into her mouth for her.
"This sounds silly, but have you ever had an oral enema?" Kim
asked politely.
"A what?" Alicia responded.
"You know, a little liqueur up your bottom," Kim said. "I first
tried it when I was 15."
"What's it like?" Alicia asked.
"It's a great prelude to having a man up you there," Kim said.
"Have you ever had a man up your hole?"
"You mean my, my bung hole?" Alicia asked. Kim caressed her
shoulder, her hot, moist breath on her cheek.
"Yes," Kim said, and lightly kissed Alicia's cheek.
"I, I can't remember," Alicia replied. Kim gently fondled Alicia's
breast.
"Get on the table," Kim said.
"Wh-Why?" Alicia asked.
"So you can have an excuse to wear your panties when we're
dancing," Kim said. This sounded like an excellent idea to Alicia, who
had been looking for an excuse to reclaim her undies since she had
urinated. Had she known what such a gesture of modesty in such
decadent surroundings portended, she would have doubtless declined.
By this time Lilith had finished with the butler, and ordered him
away. Alicia, at Kim's urging, stepped up onto the table. She brushed
her long golden tresses back with both hands and then squatted down as
before.
"Onto your knees, please," Kim said, "and bend forward until your
forehead touches the table."
"Oh, goody! Alicia, having granted us the spectacle of number one,
is about to compliment us with number two," Lilith said, clearly
ecstatic at the prospect. Alicia, having dropped to her knees but still
otherwise erect, turned and looked over her shoulder at Kim, both hands
still at her face.
"Your forehead, dear, place it down upon the table," Kim said
softly. Without really pondering the ramifications of such a posture,
Alicia obeyed. She felt strangely warm and comfortable as she knelt
before her newfound friends. Her eyes met those of a handsome older
man and he smiled approvingly. Alicia thought of his rampant penis
beneath the table, and the equally erect members of the other men.
These fellows were a far cry from the crude drunkards who passed for
men in college. These men knew the value of restraint, how it aroused
a girl, and they had the will to remain disciplined.
"Am I to be taken now?" Alicia asked Kim quietly. Her body
trembled with sexual tension.
"No, dear, you must wait until later for that," Kim said softly.
"This is just a little teaser."
"If we let the men go at you now they would be too tired to
dance," Lilith said to Alicia.
"Lift your bottom a little more," Kim said, tenderly placing her
hand at the jutting apex of Alicia's thighs. Alicia raised her posterior
as much as she could and felt Kim part her cheeks.
"Did you really send me that envelope by accident?" Alicia asked
aloud of the group, her eyes on Lilith.
"Of course not, dear," Lilith replied. She indicated the young man
next to her, whom Alicia had shared a smile with just moments before.
"Skip here is a surfer and he spotted you on the beach. He followed you
home and then reported to us what a marvellous addition you would be
to our little band."
"Forgive me," Skip grinned.
"You're forgiven," Alicia said honestly, a dollop of her spittle
dribbling onto the tablecloth. Behind her Kim dipped the tip of a glass
straw into a tub of vaseline and then slipped it into Alicia's bottom.
"What are you doing?" Alicia asked, glancing behind her. A young
girl named Lisa poured a glass of liqueur into Kim's mouth.
"Remain still," Lisa said to Alicia, without looking at her. Lisa's
breasts were quite large and she looked like a girl who could force
Alicia to obey if that became necessary.
Alicia was wondering if she should squeeze out the glass straw
by contracting her bottom cheeks when she felt a chilled fluid trickle
into her rectum. A moment later her intestines were filling with wine.
In a mirror on the far wall Alicia saw Kim, her mouth to the glass
straw, emptying the wine in her mouth through the straw into Alicia's
bottom. Alicia wriggled once, involuntarily, but otherwise stayed put.
It was the strangest feeling in the world. First her breasts had been
freed to enjoy the cool evening air, now her rectum (of all things!) was
free to take pleasure in the chilliness of the wine.
Alicia was far enough forward on the table that Kim had to lean
over quite a bit to reach her bottom. As if to add to a scene already
charged with eroticism, one of KimÕs breasts accidentally dipped into
AliciaÕs wine glass. Kim gasped as her areola met the stinging iced
wetness of Bordeaux.
ÒWe must have Kim do this more often,Ó Lilith murmured to Beth.
ÒYes, she should have AliciaÕs bottom overhang the edge of the
table, for easy access,Ó Beth replied. ÒIn case fucking were to obtain
after the enema. The men could not reach her as she is now.Ó
ÒUnless they got up on the table.Ó
ÒSo cumbersome. I prefer to have a girl rutted freely, with a
minimum of fuss.Ó
ÒWalk-in service?Ó
ÒWalk up service.Ó
ÒWe shall all have to party like this more often,Ó Lilith concluded.
"Good girl," Lisa said to Alicia in a not altogether un-commanding
tone. She leaned forward and let her long nailed fingers titillate
Alicia's dangling nipples.
When Kim had finished, Lilith asked to try. Alicia remained
kneeling as Lisa filled Lilith's mouth with wine and the older woman
bent forward to empty her orifice into Alicia's.
"Do you feel full yet?" Lilith asked Alicia when she was done.
"N, Not yet," Alicia stammered.
"Good! Then Beth here would like to have a try," Lilith said. "My,
we haven't had such fun since we tied up that prostitute, and she was
only doing it for the money!"
After Beth, Alicia asked to be emptied. Kim placed a carafe
beneath her bottom and asked her to lift up her shoulders, while
remaining kneeling. As soon as Alicia had made her back erect the wine
began to gush out of her rectum.
"Try to hold it in, let it go in spurts, it's more fun that way!" Kim
adjured. Alicia squeezed her cheeks tightly together and succeeded in
cutting off the flow. Then, at Kim's command, she let loose again,
stopping it once more when Lisa said to. Gradually the carafe was
permitted to fill with murky brown wine.
When Alicia felt empty, Kim wiped her bottom with linen
handkerchiefs. Then Alicia was helped down from the table and into her
panties.
"You'll need these," Kim said. "Even though you feel empty, more
will dribble out. Your panties will sort of act as diapers."
"Now let's dance!" Lilith commanded the group.
"Only for a short while," one of the men, named Frank, said. "I'm
dying!" The other males grunted their assent. At once they all stood,
penises painfully erect. Even a saint could not have witnessed what
they had, and not been severely affected. Typically male, they wished
to be teased, but found themselves in agony as a result. Alicia, staring
at their throbbing cocks, almost pitied them.
"I think we should take her right now, while she's still wet and
slippery," one of the men said of Alicia, in obvious reference to her
well moistened bottomhole.
"Uh Uh, I intend to show this girl what a fine dancer I am, to earn
first dibs on her," Skip said, coming up behind Alicia and grasping her
diminutive shoulders with his calloused palms.
"What a capital idea," Lilith gushed. "Each man shall dance with
Alicia in turn, and she will pick the best dancer to be her paramour."
"Her primary paramour," Frank said, indicating that he expected
all the men to ultimately take her.
"Alicia will be the judge of that, won't you, dear?" Lilith said
comfortingly to her.
"Yes," Alicia replied softly, allowing Skip to lead her into the
grand ballroom which adjoined the dining room. Behind her Lilith was
telling Frank that there were plenty of other pussies besides Alicia's,
and he was retorting that there were a few pussies and a lot of tunnels
for trucks in the present company.
The glittering light of an overhead chandelier sparkled on Alicia's
bare breasts as Skip whisked her into his arms and led her in a waltz.
Skip's hand trailed down to cup Alicia's pantied bottom, where upon
doing a swirl on her stiletto heels Alicia felt a wetness emanate from
her nether orifice. She felt a sense of abandon as her bottom dribbled
forth the final droplets of wine. She placed her mouth to Skip's hairy
chest and began to lick it. Skip urged down Alicia's panties and slid one
of his fingers into her slick asshole. The music built toward a
crescendo and, lewdly coupled, they danced on.
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-----Great books by Jock Sturges: Radiant Identities (etc.)
By David Hamilton: The Age of Innocence, A Place in the Sun, Twenty
Five Years of an Artist Need a book? http://www.amazon.com
-----Great sites:
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http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1998 and a trademark of Andrew Roller. Work by others
copyright 1998 by the respective copyright holder.
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