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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A PARTY FOR PERVERSION
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Chapter Five
The girls were gently helped out of their respective restraints. They
stood shakily, Lori being the most deprived of her ability to stand upright
due to her inexperience and the assault she had suffered at both her
portals. Jane, despite her relative experience compared to Lori and
Alison, also required some support. She was greatly aided by the fact that
she was not at the moment in heels, but Jake's stupendous penis up her
bottom had nonetheless left her less than fully able to obtain her balance.
The girls were walked by their respective males over to a wooden bench
set against the wall.
With the help of their mates the girls tenderly lowered their
bottoms to the hard, unvarnished wood. Miriam, who had momentarily
disappeared, returned with a silver tray piled with little croissants.
Roger appeared behind her, his penis still waggling stiffly, armed with a
bottle of expensive wine and delicate little glasses. Except for Roger, the
men were all momentarily spent. The girls, however, due to the bizarre
nature of their circumstances, had taken about all the cock they wished
for at the moment. None of them asked Roger if he wanted to be relieved.
"It was so weird, looking down at the floor of the basement!" Jane
explained. The girls still wore their cute little corsets with the dangling
garters and matching ribbons. Perhaps later in the evening the girls would
be asked to don stockings, to which their garters could be affixed. That at
least had been the original idea. But none of the men could deny that as
they currently were, unattached to anything, the loose garters dangling
around the girls' little pussies were a breathtaking sight.
Due to their close fitting nature the corsets required no straps,
leaving the girls' breasts and shoulders totally bare. At the moment,
however, each of the girls' bosoms were still encased in a black spandex
bra, leaving only her nipples to protrude. Often if a girl is wearing a bra a
man will undo it as he fucks her. In the "recalcitrant room," however,
things did not always proceed in the usual way. Peter had been too busy
prying open Lori's bottom and supporting her hips above the horse's
artificial penis to undo her bra. Jake had been largely preoccupied with
getting himself up Jane's bottom and had only taken to her breasts in the
final moments of copulation, when he found delight in tugging at her
nipples where they protruded through her bra. Mike had been delighted
with the visual effect of the nipple clamps on Alison. The tiny clamps,
just large enough to clasp the bud of an erect nipple, had waggled to and
fro above the swath of jiggling black spandex as Mike fucked Jake's bride.
The discomfort which the clamps caused Alison also proved a perverse
delight to Mike. So he had left Alison's breasts captive to the clamps and
spandex
The poor blonde's nipples were still clamped as she sat now upon the
bench. Suddenly remembering their irksome presence, she looked down at
them through her tangled mane and gave a tentative flick to one of them.
"Mike, would you PLEASE take these off?" Alison whined. "They
hurt!"
"You look like you could do with a pair," Jake joked to Jane,
implicitly condoning their use on his bride-to-be.
"No thanks," Jane said.
"Me neither!" Lori cried.
"Now girls, that's the whole purpose of your visit here, to experience
what you might not want to if you were allowed the freedom to choose,"
Miriam said demurely. She settled beside Alison, still in her jet black
cire dress, and carefully undid the clasp from each nipple. Alison let out a
sigh and slumped back against the cold stone wall of the room. The other
two girls and the men leaned in to inspect her nipples. They were still
erect, as Alison was still shuddering with the after-effects of desire in
such strange surroundings.
"Please don't touch them," Alison breathed as Jane's finger passed
lightly over one of them. Despite Alison's complaining, however, and
except for a slight reddish indentation at the base, the pink nipples
appeared as perky as ever. The men, who had been sitting on a small
coarse throw rug on the chilly stone floor, dropped from their knees back
onto their buttocks. Roger popped open the bottle of wine.
Lori, apparently hoping to dissuade any undue interest in her own
nipples, reached behind herself and undid her spandex bra. There was no
protest from any of the males as she shook her breasts free, although
Miriam seemed slightly miffed that the girl would undress without her
permission. Alison, sensing that Miriam still wished to play ringleader
(this being in fact her own store), did not attempt to remove her bra. Jane
appeared to want to vie for the part of dominatrix, however. Seeing that
Lori's schoolgirlish initiative had the effect of draining off some of
Miriam's power, Jane turned to Alison and told her to present her with her
back. Alison felt like a sheep caught between a wolf and a tiger.
Miriam, who had been distributing croissants, left off without
serving Roger and walked over to a small wooden cabinet. About her
wrists and upper arms were several slim silver bands, and one of these
held an assortment of tiny keys. Miriam fitted one of the keys into a slot
in the cabinet and opened a drawer. A moment later she was back before
the group, perched on a small wooden stool which Roger had just dragged
over for himself. Wordlessly Miriam placed herself upon the stool, leaving
Roger standing. She rested a little case on her knees and opened it. The
rest of the company could not see what was inside, the opened lid blocking
their view. But a moment later Miriam took out several pieces and
assembled them into a cat o' nine tails. Jane, who was just unhooking
Alison's bra (the blonde having been less than enthusiastic to cross
Miriam, despite her wish to be free), looked over at Miriam with wide
eyes.
"You're suddenly quiet," Jane said to Miriam. Jane swallowed visibly.
Alison daintily pulled the spandex off herself and deposited it in a heap on
the floor. She looked down at her bosoms and clasped them with her soft
palms and rubbed them.
"Roger, have the drinks been served?" Miriam said, ignoring Jane.
"Uh, almost ma'am," Roger said. Actually he had poured himself a
glass, swallowed it, and then gone for the stool in hopes of sitting down
and devouring the bottle himself. Roger was a wine connoisseur, and this
was the best wine he had tasted in quite some time. He wondered how
much it was worth.
"AÑam I being charged for the wine?" Roger asked.
"You are being billed for everything, my dear, including my services,"
Jane said primly. She gave a flick with the now assembled cat o' nine
tails and looked up at Jane with a smile. The brunette was now taking off
her own bra, and kept her eyes down except for a quick glance at Miriam.
The black haired lady accepted a glass of liquor from Roger and slowly
sipped it.
Roger's penis waggled in the faces of Lori, Jane, and Alison as he
served them. Perhaps to spite Miriam, Jane tilted her face forward and
took a quick, gentle bite upon the tip of Roger's cock before letting him
pass.
Lori, perhaps due to unfamiliarity with liquor, extended her tongue
into her glass and swirled it around in the wine.
"What are you doing?" Jane asked. The brunette was now divested of
her bra, and sat between her two companions in only her corset.
"I'm just tasting," Lori answered. She licked her lips. "Mmm, this is
good!" Yet Lori did not drink the wine. The petite blonde was, in fact, still
a child, eager to play at taking orders for wine and even mixing the drinks
(as best she could), but when it came to downing the substance she clearly
was not yet a devotee.
"That's why you're paying for the refreshments," Miriam said under
her breath to Roger. Roger grinned. Miriam was an O.K. sort, great for
hosting parties in the finest of style, and even enjoyed breaking in novices
on occasion, but clearly in her opinion men should pay much more attention
to sophisticated women like herself and much less to nubile lasses like
Lori. Or Alison or even Jane, for that matter. It had not gone unnoticed to
Miriam that the men had fucked the young girls before her rather than
herself. And Lori still wore her expensive diamond earrings which Roger
had bought her, something the man had never done for Miriam. The older
woman realized, however, that if she was to enjoy the rest of the evening
as she intended to she must win the girls back to her.
"I was married before, you know, but my husband died," Miriam said
to the girls. "Have any of you been married yet?"
"Oh no," Jane and Alison answered, then looked meaningfully at their
paramours. "But we will be soon."
"This is sort of a pre-honeymoon for us," Mike interjected.
"Jake and Mike have been really busy in their jobs lately," Alison
answered.
"Neither of us have time right now to take off from work and get
married and go away and all, but we thought we'd spend the weekend sort
of getting to know each other andÑ" Jake said.
"And each other's genitals?" Miriam said, flipping Jake's all too
modest remarks into the obscene.
"Well, yeah," Jake said. "Basically we just wanted to have some fun."
"Let off some steam," Mike said.
"In a major way," Alison giggled.
Miriam chuckled. She told Roger to refill everyone's glasses.
The girls sat sipping their wine, with wary glances at the various
pieces of equipment sitting around them. It was like being in a Nautilus
fitness center, except here the machines were designed for the fitness (if
it could be called that) of one's loins. The girls glanced at the slowly
hardening penises of their male counterparts and realized that when the
men were erect again they would once more be put to lewd purposes. This
thought seemed to dawn simultaneously to the females, and caused Jane to
cross her legs. Despite her nudity Jane seemed to want to appear formal,
probably in imitation of the still clothed Miriam. Alison, on the other
hand, seemed to take a perverse delight in the situation, visibly allowing
her thighs to slide wide apart and expose her delicate labia lips. Lori, on
the other hand, was girlishly unaware of her own body's positioning,
squirming this way and that as she played with her wine. The young teen
dipped her croissant in the wine and bit into its wetted exterior, spilling
crumbs on herself as she made little happy gurgling sounds and smiled at
the men. Nonetheless even Lori had her moments of silence, her eyes
furtively glancing at the complicated array of tortuous objects around her
and obviously wondering which one she might next be bound to.
"When you girls are finished refreshing yourselves I would like you
to strip completely naked," Miriam said. "Except, perhaps, for masks."
"I thought we were going home after this," Alison said, a soft look in
her eyes, brushing a few loose strands from before them.
"From the size of your men's penises I think they might not want you
to," Miriam responded. This statement in itself caused the men's dicks to
grow another half inch. Roger, standing at the moment, thrust his penis
toward Miriam and she took it and gently massaged it.
"You've been awfully generous with your little friend," Miriam said
to Roger, indicating Lori, who seemed to be smitten with Peter.
"Yes, my dear, but I think now she should be forced to take some
other man," Roger said.
"They all should be," Miriam replied. "Peter, whom do you prefer?"
"You mean, besides Lori?" Peter asked.
"Yes, besides her," Miriam smiled.
"I guess, I guess," Peter glanced between Alison's legs. "I guess
Alison." Miriam masked her desired response. She had wished Peter would
choose her.
"And you, Jake?" Miriam asked.
"Lori, obviously," Jake said. "If she can take Peter she should be able
to take me."
"Not in my BOTTOM again!" Lori cried. She gave a pout.
"It looks like it's time for you to get undressed," Mike said to Miriam.
Jane smiled. She knew she could handle Roger easily and still get the
jump on Miriam.
"That's right, Miriam," Jane said. "It's your turn, especially since
Mike and I are engaged."
Miriam was obviously not entirely pleased at the prospect of
submitting to Jane. She had hoped someone other than 'Odd Roger,' as she
called the man to herself, would be her suitor. Someone a bit more adept
at exercising dominion over the competitive brunette.
"So it must be," Miriam said. "Mike, would you unzip me?" Mike got
up, his penis now rampant, and walked behind Miriam. He knelt down
behind Miriam and kissed her, licked her earlobe, and then took the zipper
of her dress between his teeth and pulled it down. Jake, Peter, and Roger
went up to their respective girls and began pulling off what little clothes
they had left.
"Not the ribbons," Miriam called out, as Jake made to undo Lori's.
The little girl smiled up at Jake and then, as if the instrument itself could
smile back, at his penis.
When Miriam had been undressed of everything except her heels she
got up and went over to the cabinet again. She drew forth several leather
masks and brought them over to the couples. They were like ski masks,
entirely covering the head except for eye, nose and mouth holes.
"Are we to wear those?" Alison asked.
"In a little bit," Miriam said. "All that wine has made me want to go
to the bathroom. What about you?"
"I was just thinking of asking," Lori said.
"We'll all pee, but there's no need for us to remove ourselves to a
bathroom," Miriam said. "Girls, spread your legs and pee right there."
"Right, right on the floor?" Jane asked.
"Mmmhmm, you don't even have Roger's bearskin rug to worry about,"
Miriam said. Jane laughed.
"I, I could never do that," Lori said, looking at the floor.
"Which is precisely why you're being asked to, young lady," Miriam
replied. "Actually, I'm making this up as I go along. I've never done just
this, and neither have you. Men, I think the girls will need their boots back
on so they don't splash themselves. Roger? You know what size Lori is
here, fetch her a pair of thigh length boots."
Miriam detached a key from her bracelet and handed it to Jake.
"There's a camera in the third drawer," Miriam said, indicating the
little wooden cabinet. "I'd like these girls to have some pictures to take
home with them." Everyone was too excited for any protest to be voiced
over photographs being taken. The nude females waited anxiously as Lori's
boots and the camera were fetched. Then Jane insisted on a mirror being
provided and an opportunity to fetch their purses so that they might check
their makeup. Roger was sent for the purses (which were locked in the
glove compartment of his convertible), Peter was sent out for mirrors.
Soon each girl, properly booted but otherwise nude, sat upon the
narrow bench with a hand held mirror, primping. When each was assured
that her facial appearance was just as she wanted, they surrendered their
makeup kits and awaited Miriam's orders.
"Use your mirrors to watch yourselves as you pee," Miriam
instructed the girls. "I'm sure none of you have ever watched your own
pussy pee before." The girls giggled.
Blushing, the girls pushed their bottoms to the very edge of the
bench and spread themselves. They looked down at their mirrors and
waited. The flash bulb from the camera briefly illuminated their private
little nests.
"I, I can't go," Jane said.
"Roger, more wine please," Miriam instructed. Roger took his glass,
which happened to be full at the moment, and walked over to Lori. As the
girl was holding both a mirror and her pussy lips she had no hands free, so
Roger had her tilt her head back and tipped the glass to her lips. Lori
drank several gulps of wine, then made a face at the taste as Roger passed
on to Jane. Jane received her libation with utter sophistication, her lids
slightly closed and lips delicately parted.
Alison was receiving her due from the wine glass when Lori squirted
forth a stream of pee. This triggered Jane, who shot forth onto the floor.
Alison, just now emptying the glass, suddenly peed as well, right onto
Roger's feet. The older man looked down in surprise but did not take the
glass from Alison. He let her absorb the final gulp of wine as she
streamed her urine in a gentle arc down to the floor.
"Perfect, perfect," Miriam smiled, clicking pictures as she
complimented the girls.
"How shall we wipe ourselves?" Lori asked when she had finished
peeing.
"You won't," Miriam replied. "You'll sit just like that until every drop
has come out, while I snap more pictures of you." The girls sat,
embarrassed looks on their faces, still spreading their pussies but now
being asked to smile into the camera by Miriam as she clicked away.
"Good girls," Miriam said.
"What about you?" Alison asked.
"I have a special treat in store for myself," Miriam said. "Come with
me." The girls rose and strode in their hip boots through their own puddle
of pee to follow Miriam out of the room.
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