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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A PARTY FOR PERVERSION
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Chapter Two
About this time it occurred to Mike that while his hands were bereft
of cream Alison's bottomhole was not entirely lacking in the substance.
Some had rubbed off from the helmet of his penis onto her anal entryway.
He reached around and gently pushed the tip of his finger up against the
creamed hole. He gave a thrust and found the tip of his finger inside.
Jake saw Alison squirm and deduced what was happening. He ran his
own fingertip around Jane's bottom cheek and deftly inserted it. Jane
shivered and thrust her bottom back, but otherwise kept on massaging
Alison's breasts. Jane closed her eyes.
Alison's eyes were quite open, and she looked at Mike.
"Perhaps this will fit," Mike said, indicating his finger, and forced it
deeper. Alison made a face resembling a forlorn pout but otherwise kept
at her task of rubbing her creamy hands over Jane's bosoms. Clearly this
adventure was about to progress to a new stage of denoument.
The men kept dutiflly rubbing their cocks together but it was clear
their interests lay elsewhere. Each blindly inquired deeper into his
respective girl's bottom, producing gasps from the girls (especially
Alison) while their own penile activity produced groans from the other. A
sort of competition had grown up between the men, each seeing if he could
rub the other off with his penis. Their dicks strove valiantly, each hoping
to embarrass the other by making him come but fearing the consequences,
namely a penis and pubic thatch full of the other man's semen.
The little group was so busy with their ministrations that they did
not notice the new figures whom the fireplace now cast its light toward.
From around the corner an older man had appeared, with a girl no more
than eighteen (and perhaps less) standing by his side in shocked silence.
Mike had just forced his finger up Alison's bottom to the first diget
when he realized there was a man standing behind him. He glanced over
his shoulders and met the man's stare. His mouth fell open. Beyond him
Jake rubbed on, his penis in close contact with his own, while his eyes
were closed in an attempt not to come. Alison, who also might have seen,
was too full of thoughts of the finger which was gradually being made to
fill her bottom. Jane had her back turned to the pair, and was in any event
thoroughly enjoying Alison's breasts and Jake's finger while her eyelids
remained drawn.
Jake first realized that something was amiss when he thrust his
penis forward into empty space. He opened his eyes to relocate Mike's rod
and saw the man.
"Please, feel free to continue," the man said. "You are quite a sight."
At this both Alison and Jane looked up in shock and found the man standing
before them. They were both too embarassed to do anything but blush
deeply. The young girl smiled at them.
"This is my apartment...at least for a few more days," the man said
easily.
"I thought you turned in the key...sir," Mike said awkwardly.
"You did, eh?" The man asked. "Indeed. But before I did I made a
duplicate. There are some unscrupulous key makers in town, you know."
The man was dressed in a tux and white tails and was obviously well
built, though no longer in his youth like Mike and Jake. The girl
accompanying him was in her youth, and her demure gown could not
conceal her ample curves beneath.
"Have you had a taste yet of my whips?" the man asked, as if
inquiring about the time.
"Uh, no sir," Mike answered.
"I think you would agree that it was most immodurate of you to let
yourselves in here and pleasure yourselves upon my expensive bearskin,
but perhaps amends can be made," the man said. He walked over to his
wall and reached for a whip. At this both Mike and Jake made to separate
from each other and the girls, but Jane reached down and seized one man's
penis in each of her hands.
"We've come for unusual pleasure, and this man seems to be an
expert in the subject," Jane said. "I suggest we all allow him to chastise
us for our impropriety and then perhaps he may even allow you two to
explore the obvious pleasures of his little friend." Mike and Jake looked at
the stunning young girl in the gown, then at the man. He had taken a whip
from the wall and now strode up to Jane. She tensed with uncertainty as
he reached out and caught a strand of her hair with his finger, swirled it
in his hand.
"You are clearly a woman of exemplary intuition," the man said to
Jane. He allowed his hand which held the whip to press against her
bottom. The implement impressed itself upon her cheeks. Jane knew that
she would feel more than that from the thing before the night was over.
"As I see it we have four fine arses here, not counting that of my
honeypot whose bum is still clothed," the man said. Mike and Jake
absently let their penises touch once more. "How advanced are you four in
the art of torture?" the man asked.
"We're new, sir," Mike said.
"I can't believe this is happening," Alison breathed. Her hands now
lay still upon Jane's breasts.
"Rub, darling," Jane encouraged Alison. "The night is just beginning
and we will all see much more." The man turned to his young girlfriend.
"Undress yourself!" the man said to the girl in almost a bark. "Our
guests will feel less ill at ease if at least one of us is 'dressed' like
them." The girl silently obeyed. She reached around to the low cut back of
the gown unzipped it down over the hump of her bottom. The gown was
strapless and she had but to wriggle her breasts and the material slipped
free. Mike and Jake took in the sight of the gorgeous girl, whose beauty
threatened to exceed even that of their own lovely brides-to-be.
"This is Lori. Can you believe she is only sixteen?" the man asked of
Mike and Jake. Mike noticed that while the girl's breasts were fully
developed her hips seemed still a bit narrow. Another year would no doubt
fill them out completely. The girl slipped the gown from her hips and it
pooled around her ankles. Then she daintily stepped out and did a
piourette. As the girl spun about on her high heels Mike noticed that while
her hips were still somewhat narrow their lack of girth did not detract in
the least from the beauty of her bottom. The twin hemispheres there
jutted forth with all the impertinence that God could grace a high school
Sophomore with. No doubt this was what attracted the man to such a
youthful love, the opportunity to exercise his lash on a pair of enthralling
cheeks and nurture them to the perfection they would soon enjoy. The
girl's quick spin caused the costly jewels which adorned her to sparkle in
the firelight. Unlike Alison and Jane, who had only been dressed casully
for the evening's entertainment, this girl was bedecked in gems, no doubt
thanks to the wallet of the older man. Perhaps it was his love for
adorning her which had bankrupted him. Mike couldn't help but notice the
jeweled choker which was locked about her neck.
The girl unabashedly walked up to Jane and thrust her perky breasts
between her and Mike.
"Hi, I'm still pretty new to S&M, but Roger here promised he'd teach
me all he knew," Lori said.
"I'm eager to learn from him too," Jane replied decorously.
"Then let us begin," Roger said. "May I unzip myself?"
"Please do," Jane said. Then she turned to Alison and returned her
hands to the girl's breasts. "The guy looks O.K. Let's enjoy this," Jane
said. Alison began rubbing Jane's breasts again, shocked at herself for not
grabbing her clothes and running away. Lori, sensing Alison's unease,
walked around the group and came up behind her and gently placed her
hands on the blonde's bottom.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you too much, especially if you're a
novice," Lori said easily. "Are you a novice?" Alison nodded mutely.
CRAAAK! All five of them jumped, but Roger was just practicing his
stroke by hitting the floor.
"Come on, you two, rub those dicks together like you were doing
before," Roger said.
"I might come," Jake said lamely.
CRAAAK! This time the whip did not hit the floor. Jake let out a
howl as a bright red streak formed across his buttocks.
"You will obey your friend Jane here," Roger said. "She has asked me
to entertain you and until she says otherwise I shall. Right, Jane?" the
man lightly struck Jane's bottom and she jerked her hips forward.
"Right," Jane exclaimed, exhaling. "Just not too hard."
"Of course," the man said. "Your wish is my command. One must be
brought to the whip in stages. We cannot accomplish everything the first
night."
"And how about you, young man?" Roger gave a stout crack across
Mike's bottom. "Was it your idea to break into my apartment? You're lucky
I found you with two beautiful women or you would be in for more than a
red bottom!"
"YÑyes, sir," Mike said, not knowing why.
"Ah, so you wish to protect the tender bottom of your newfound
friend, do you?" Roger asked Lori.
"No, daddy!" Lori said, a trace of fear in her voice. Mike wondered if
that was a term of affection that the man insisted on or whether it in fact
stated a relationship that really existed. Roger flicked the whip against
Lori's bottom.
"Grew up without a father, did you, little girl? My how you young
things long for the spankings you never had. And the birchings and
whippings that you would have had but for Doctor Spock. Fix us some
drinks, girl, that we may be refreshed after our little foray into
perversion here." Lori scampered off and Alison made to follow.
CRAAAK! Roger admonished Alison's intentions with a quick stroke
of the lash.
"So you wish to be my daughter too, eh?" Roger asked. Tears welled
up in Alison's eyes and she bent her head down. Dutifully she kept
massaging Jane's breasts, however, fearing additonal stikes by the lash if
she did not.
Roger ignored her crying and returned to Jake. He looked over his
shoulder and bit his lip as Roger eyed his thrusting buttocks. Roger
clenched his cheeks and the whip bit hard.
"Eeeyow!" Roger yelled. "God dammit you hit too fucking hard!"
"I shall not draw blood, or create a weal," Roger said simply. "You're
just a sissy, that's all." Roger struck him twice more for good measure.
"Daddy, what drink shall we have?" Lori asked from the bar.
"Fucking harlot!" Roger shouted, and stuck the floor. "The usual is
what I'll have!" He thought to himself for the most fleeting of moments
and then added: "You'll have to ask these kind folks what their undoing
will be."
Roger continued his rounds with the lash, talking to each person as
he went and spurring them on with the slim length of leather. Alison
continued to sob, but did not move from her appointed position, her hands
continuing to bring pleasure to Jane's breasts as Jane rubbed her in turn.
Lori, still in her high heels, which she seemed not entirely steady in,
appeared at Jake's side wearing an apron about her waist and a little
maid's hat atop her head. The apron was quite small, and the lower fringe
of her pubic hair curled out just beneath its hem. Lori held a little pad,
and as Roger continued his work she took down the requirements of each
guest, offering them a selection of sandwhiches in addition to their
beverage. Alison asked for water, but received a swift crack on her
bottom and instructions to order something more appropriate. Lori herself
did not escape unscathed from Roger's whip in taking down the orders,
though she committed no mistake in writing them.
Finally Roger complained that his arm was becoming tired, and Mike
and Jake let out a groan of relief. They separated from each other and the
girls, even withdrawing their pleasantly ensconced fingers from the girl's
bottoms, where they had received not a few lashes on their wrists.
Jane caught up Alison in her arms. The girl was still weeping.
"Poor baby," Jane said soothingly, gently massaging Alison's bottom
with her creamy hand. The cream was mostly dry now but it felt cool
against Alison's skin. "Your bottom is bright pink to match your
embarrassed cheeks now," Jane said brightly.
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