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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Sixteen
Dick gazed at the moonbeams anointing his two girls. Each so lovely,
so young, one more dominant, the other just a shy child. He felt inspired,
and from the very tableau he found himself in he wove the essence of his
story:
The giant 747 Jumbo Jet trundled across the open sky. Above stars
gleamed with the steady brightness known only to travelers of the upper
atmosphere. 30,000 feet below, its depths waiting silently for the next
victims of a terrorist bomb, lay the vast expanse of the Pacific ocean.
It was the L.A. to Hawaii flight. Five long hours of boredom as the
jet plunged across the night sky. Angel awoke to find herself snuggled up
against the man beside her. She lay for a moment with her eyes still
closed, savoring the feel of the man's warm body against hers. His name
was Rick. She knew no more. She had heard his wife calling him that. The
wife, named Sandy, sat on the other side of Rick.
Angel felt delightfully wicked as she pressed her voluptuous 17-
year-old body against Rick. The man was big and strong, and seemed quite
wealthy. She had found herself longing to have him for herself from the
moment he and his wife had asked to step past her to assume their seats.
Angel had seen how the man had noticed her long, bare legs, her superbly
jutting breasts that came to braless points beneath her blouse. Rick's
wife had quickly taken charge of his attention, occupying him with her
thoughts on the contents of the in flight magazine.
Angel lifted her head from Rick's shoulder and stretched blissfully.
Finally she turned toward Rick and opened her eyes. The man was awake!
He looked at her with a gentle smile.
"I wish I could catch some shut eye," Rick said.
"Oh, was I bothering you?" Angel asked with a slight blush. "I didn't
mean toÑ!"
"Not at all," Rick said. "I have a lot of trouble sleeping on planes,
that's all." Angel stole a glance past Rick at his wife. Sandy lay pressed
up against his other shoulder, sound asleep.
"These seats are so small these days," Rick said. He put his hand
onto the armrest that separated his seat from Angel's. "Would you prefer
it if I pushed this back?"
"Oh, no! Please! I'm having enough trouble staying off you as it is!"
Angel said. Rick pushed back the armrest with an air of easy manliness.
In her heart Angel thanked him.
"Why don't you try it without the armrest?" Rick said. "You can
always push it back down again." A welling up of emotion passed between
them as they looked at each other in the dim light of the cabin. Suddenly
they were no longer strangers. They were co-conspirators in an erotic
interlude.
"Well, if you insist," Angel said. She pressed her back firmly against
her seat and looked over at him with strands of her tousled blonde mane
falling over her eyes. "But you may find me falling all over you in my
sleep."
Rick reached out and put his arm around her. He had broken the ice.
He was taking charge. "Just relax and get your shut eye. You may find
yourself having a big day tomorrow."
"That's true," Angel observed with a lisp in her voice. She curled up
against Rick once more, taking even more liberties with his shoulder than
she had before. "You never know what the day has in store for you."
"My wife and I are going to a cabin up in the mountains on Maui," Rick
offered.
"A cabin?" Angel asked, closing her eyes. "That sounds delightful.
I'd like to stay in a cabin in the mountains someday...especially on Maui.
I'm going on to Maui myself, though I've only got reservations in a hotel."
"Are you traveling with someone?" Rick asked.
"No, my stupid boyfriend dumped me just before we were to leave,"
Angel said. "But I wasn't going to let him stop me from having a great trip
to Maui."
"He dumped you?" Rick asked, a note of incredulity in his voice.
"Yeah, he was married, you see," Angel breathed.
"Oh," Rick said. "Older than you?"
"Yes, for some reason I like older men better," Angel confided. "Boys
my age are just, well, immature. And usually broke." Angel drew back an
inch and looked up at Rick. "I hope your wife won't mind that I'm sleeping
on your shoulder."
"Not in the least," Rick said. He patted Angel on the back of her head,
urging it back down against his shoulder. "My wife's ten years younger
than me, actually. I guess she likes older men too."
"Mmm, that's nice," Angel lisped. "How old are you?"
"I'm 34, my wife's 24," Rick said. His hand still lay upon the back of
Angel's head.
"I'm 17," Angel breathed, and gave a youthful wriggle as if to
emphasize the fact.
"I thought so," Rick said. Angel wondered at his statement. Did he
"think so" because of her appearance, or because of her personality? Was
she no more than an immature teen herself, just like the boys she decried?
"Perhaps you'd like to do some touring around together," Rick said.
"That's very kind of you," Angel said in a sleepy voice. "I'd love to."
"What hotel are you registered at?" Rick asked.
"The WindWater," Angel murmured.
"Hmm, that's on the other side of the island from our cabin," Rick
observed.
"Rats," Angel said.
"Have you always really wanted to stay in a cabin?" Rick asked.
"Of course!" Angel said, sitting up, but with her hands coming to rest
on Rick's thigh. "You will show me your cabin while we're there, won't
you?"
"Of course!" Rick said. "In fact, if you want to save some money
you're welcome to sleep in our cabin's spare bedroom."
"Wouldn't your wife mind?" Angel asked. Her eyes were wide and
innocent.
"Not at all," Rick said. "We've got a large, spacious cabin built for an
entire family. We're thinking about having kids, you know. You could be
our pretend daughter."
"That sounds fun," Angel said. "You're old enough to be my father, you
know. I kind of wish you were. My parents got divorced when I was little
and I haven't seen my daddy since. Apparently, though, he was only 17
when I was born."
"Young marriages do tend to fall apart a lot," Rick said. "Well, for
your safety if nothing else I think it might be a good idea if you stayed
with me and Sandy." Suddenly Rick sounded wonderfully paternalistic,
just like he really were her father! "Young girls travelling by themselves
can sometimes fall in with bad people."
"You're right," Angel said, snuggling up against Rick once more. "I
hate being by myself, anyway. I'm sure I'll have much more fun with you
and Sandy."
"It's settled then," Rick concluded. "You'll stay with us."
"Mmm, goodnight," Angel said.
***
Making Sandy's acquaintance proved easier than Angel had expected
it would be. Despite a difference of seven years, the two of them proved
to have much in common. Or perhaps Angel was just stretching her own
appraisal of her maturity. She found herself looking up to the young
woman. Sandy seemed like an older sister, and Angel found herself
wanting to imitate her; found herself using Sandy as a guide for how to
act.
Angel glanced over at Sandy as the three of them waited for a cab.
Somewhere deep down in her mind a portion of her was wondering how the
three of them could go touring together if Rick didn't rent a car. Well,
perhaps Rick and Sandy took cabs everywhere. Sandy was standing a few
feet back from the curb, a small suitcase by her feet. She looked
wonderfully sophisticated in her designer sunglasses. Her hair was
perfectly in place, despite her rest on the plane. Her ample cleavage stuck
out nearly as far as Angel's, though it wiggled less, being caged in a bra.
Angel hoped she looked as confident and sexy as Sandy when she was 24.
The ride to the cabin proved to be a long one. As Angel stepped out
she heard Rick tell the driver to pick them up in four days, at the same
time. Well, it made sense to arrange the pickup with the same driver.
Perhaps they had a car of their own here in a garage. Angel scanned the
cabin and saw neither.
Tropical trees arched in over the cabin. It was built of wood logs.
Angel felt her pulse quicken as she stood before it. The cabin was so
quaint, so romantic! Little white trimmed windows were set in its walls.
Frilly lace curtains hung inside the panes of glass. A door with a brass
knocker on it seemed almost to beckon her forward.
"Can I knock the knocker?" Angel asked when Rick had escorted her
and Sandy to the door.
"Sure," Rick said, and Angel gave the hanging brass handle several
vigorous knocks.
"Open up!" Angel cried, though now Rick had already unlocked the door
and it stood open. She gave the door a final knock with the knocker and
then skipped on inside. She felt delightfully young and protected. Perhaps
her boyfriend's leaving her hadn't been such a bad turn of events after all!
***
"When Rick first brought me here he made me be his love slave,"
Sandy said as they sat that night in the darkness of the living room,
around a crackling fire. They sat on a bearskin rug, Sandy poking at the
logs in the fire with iron tongs.
"What's a love slave?" Angel asked, even as her mind raced with the
possibilities.
Sandy looked at Rick with eyes of a doe. Rick smiled. "The girl is
forced to obey, to be a slave to love."
"What was it like?" Angel asked Sandy anxiously.
"A little scary, at first," Sandy said. "Rick put a collar on me and
told me to do just what he said. Then he thought up all sorts of things for
me to do just for his wicked pleasure." Angel put a hand to her throat.
Imagine, being a slave to that big hunk! Her little body totally at his
command. She had been forced to be a servant to boys once, in a
treehouse, when she was 6. They had made her suck their penises and had
put their hands all over her body. When they finally let her go she had run
crying home to her mommie. But when she got home she only told her
mother that she had fallen.
Sandy nudged a log in the fire. It fell from an angled position to lie
flat on its back. The three of them sat wrapped in flannel bathrobes.
Underneath they were naked. After a long day of hiking through the
uninhabited woods that surrounded the cabin, Angel had showered first,
followed by Rick and Sandy. She wondered if they had made love in the
shower.
"Have you ever been a love slave?" Sandy asked Angel. Her tongue
touched the inside of her upper teeth as she finished speaking. Her lips
remained parted.
"No," Angel breathed. When she had sat down she had not bothered to
tuck her robe under her heinie. The fur of the bearskin tickled her bottom.
"Your boyfriend never took you that far, eh?" Rick smiled at Angel.
"No, he was kind of boring," Angel breathed. She looked at her little
bare feet, poking out the bottom of her long robe.
"Would you ever like to be a love slave?" Sandy asked.
"I've always said I'd try anything once," Angel said. The conversation
was developing an undeniable air of passion. The coziness of the cabin
didn't help. Angel's eyes flicked up at Rick. His robe was open. His hairy,
sculpted chest stared out at her. Sandy's robe slipped from one of her
shoulders. The declivous slope of her breast was uncovered. Sandy leaned
forward to poke at another log. Her robe's left side slipped down farther,
baring her nearest breast to Angel.
Earlier Angel had asked Rick if he had a car here. He had said no.
She had asked about a phone, but they didn't have one of those either.
Sandy sat back on her haunches. She looked Angel squarely in the face.
Rick's eyes were steadily upon her.
"Being a love slave is no easy matter," Rick said. "Have you had
experience with S&M before?"
"You mean, like being tied up and stuff?" Angel asked in a meek
voice.
"Yes, like that," Rick said.
"No, I've only had conventional sex," Angel said in almost a whisper.
Sandy wriggled her bottom over next to Angel's. She reached up and
grasped the neck of Angel's robe on either side. "Let me see if you have
any scars," Sandy said quietly. Angel watched as, seemingly in slow
motion, her robe was shorn from her shoulders. It fell about her waist.
Angel looked down at the quivering, naked cones of her breasts. Sandy
reached for the belt knotted at Angel's tummy. She untied it.
"You're worried if I have scars?" Angel asked. She had a look of
girlish inexperience on her face. She felt a sudden, growing sense of
terror. Sandy pulled open the robe at her crotch, exposing her blonde muff.
"Lovely," Sandy said, running her slim fingers up Angel's lightly
tanned hip. She traced a line across the white band of flesh where Angel
normally wore bikini panties.
"Don't worry, we'd never scar you, but other people might," Rick said
reassuringly. He scooted himself close to Angel.
"Stretch out your legs, let me see if you have any strawberries,"
Sandy said to Angel.
"You mean from falling? When I was a little girl?" Angel asked, even
as she obeyed. Sandy ran her fingertips over her knees.
"Nothing," Sandy said. "How lucky. Roll over, let me see your
bottom." With some trepidation Angel complied. With wide eyes she
looked back over her shoulder as Sandy ran her fingers along the smooth
white cheeks of her naked bottom. Rick ran a hand up her back.
"I don't see a single mark," Sandy told Rick.
"Neither do I," Rick breathed. His voice seemed to catch in his throat
as he spoke.
"May I see your anus?" Sandy asked Angel. The blonde remembered
being told by friends how all the boys and girls enlisting in the Army were
made to bend over so a doctor could examine their anuses.
"Yes," Angel breathed, her voice almost a whisper. She was pleased
to find herself so perfect in their eyes...in Rick's eyes.
"Nice and tight, hmmm?" Sandy asked her husband, spreading Angel's
asscheeks with her thumbs. Rick leaned over Angel's bottom.
"God, how do you shit through that little pinhole?" Rick asked. He
seemed breathless.
"IÑI don't know. Can I sit up now?" Angel asked.
"Have you ever been fucked up your butt?" Sandy asked Angel, as if
asking the girl her grade in school. Her hands massaged Angel's nether
cheeks.
"NÑNooo," Angel said. Her voice trailed off to an inaudible whisper.
"Sit up, I have something for you," Rick ordered. Angel complied,
happy to put her bottom back underneath her. Rick presented her with a
black, ruby studded collar.
"I'd like you to wear this," Rick said. Angel gave her head a little
toss and said nothing. Rick put the collar to her neck. He fitted it. He
locked it with a key. Sandy put a hand to Angel's breast and stroked it.
Rick rose, leaving his bathrobe behind. Angel couldn't help gasping
as she saw his naked frame for the very first time. His penis stuck
straight out like a rod of iron. Underneath his balls looked very full. He
gazed down at Angel with eyes that seemed to take on a glare of sterness.
"MayÑMay I ask you something?" Angel said meekly, afraid to meet
Rick's eyes.
"Okay," Rick said.
"DidÑdid you, um, did you fuck Sandy in the shower?" Angel asked.
She blushed even as the question left her lips.
"You mean, did I come?" Rick asked.
"Yeth," Angel lisped. Rick bent down and lifted one of Angel's little
hands. He put it to her testicles. She let the tendrils of her fingers clasp
his sack. He stood erect once more, releasing his hold on her hand.
"Does that feel like I came?" Rick asked. Angel gave his balls a
little squeeze.
"Noo," Angel breathed. Sandy cuddled close to her. She let her robe
fall from her shoulders. She undid her belt and pushed her robe open to
reveal her nudity. Sandy took one of Angel's nipples between her fingers
and tugged on it. "WhyÑwhy didn't you come?" Angel asked Rick.
"Do you wish I had?" Rick asked.
"Noo," Angel breathed again. "Are you sure you shouldn't have? YouÑ
You look like you're about to burst!"
"He does look like he ought to come, doesn't he?" Sandy asked Angel.
She ran her fingers over the gentle swell of the girl's belly.
"Yes," Angel breathed. "You should empty him more often." Knowing
her mother would certainly disapprove, Angel let her fingers slip upward
to tickle the underside of Rick's shaft.
"Some men need more than just a shower to come," Sandy breathed.
Her breath wafted hot across Angel's diminutive shoulder. The young
woman's fingers explored Angel's pretty blonde bush.
"YouÑyou should give it to him...whatever he needs," Angel said. Her
fingers ran along the length of Rick's cock. She clasped his head twixt her
fingers and lifted it to get a better look at his nuts. Rick, guessing
Angel's intent, shifted his legs wider apart. His hands rested easily on his
hips.
"I thought you said you were glad I hadn't come," Rick said to Angel
with a note of amusement in his voice.
"IÑI'm glad I got to see your balls," Angel said. "My boyfriend, I mean
my ex-boyfriend...he's got nothing on you. But I think perhaps they need to
be emptied a little."
"What Rick needs now is to see you restrained," Sandy said softly.
"Oh!" Angel said, pulling her hand away from Rick's loins. Her warm
little hand remained poised in mid air. She had misinterpreted Sandy's
words.
"Restrained as in leather...you know, straps and chains, like I had to
be," Sandy whispered into Angel's ear, but loudly enough for Rick to hear.
Sandy gave Angel's ear a little lick.
"Oh," Angel said. As if to ward off an attempt by Rick to restrain her
she returned her hand to his pulsing shaft. It seemed to have grown even
bigger in the last few seconds.
Rick reached behind him to feel along the mantelpiece above the fire.
He tossed a pile of coiled ropes down to Sandy. They were white. There
were two.
Sandy scooted behind Angel. Grasping Angel by her forearm, she
drew the girl's hand from her husband's penis. Angel sat quietly as her
arms were drawn behind her. She felt Sandy tie her wrists together. Then
her elbows were drawn as close as possible to one another. Angel felt her
breasts pop out with the new posture. She glanced down to see her erect
nipples wiggling in the cool air. The half of each of her breasts facing the
fire felt warmer than the halves facing away from it.
"Please stand," Sandy said. Angel rose. Meekly her eyes met Rick's.
He stepped up to her and kissed her full on the lips. Angel felt herself
swooning as the kiss lasted. Rick's hand slipped from where it had come
to rest on the small of her back down to her bottom. His other hand grazed
the front of her left thigh. Up it traveled, toward her juncture. Angel felt
as if her breasts, lifted and forced outward by her bound elbows, were
making some divine offering to this man.
When the kiss finally ended Angel's eyes opened upon Sandy. The
woman stood nude before her, holding a pair of red leather boots. "I want
you to put these on," Sandy said. Rick's fingers left off their roving in
Angel's pubic hair. Angel stepped forward, Rick's hand giving her bottom a
little push. Sandy set the boots down on the floor.
Angel pivoted around to stand behind the boots. Her bare feet felt a
chill against the hard polished wood of the cabin floor. Daintily she lifted
the first of her feet. It slipped down inside the red leather sheath. Sandy
held her from behind to help her maintain her balance. A moment later and
Angel stood in boots that came up over her knees. The spikes on their
heels must have been at least five inches long. Angel gave a little shiver.
Sandy caressed her shoulder.
Rick had procured a leash for himself and he walked forward and
snapped it onto the front of Angel's collar. He let it dangle down between
her breasts. Angel looked down at it. Its end flicked against her naval.
Sandy's hands drifted down to Angel's bottom as she stood between
the couple. Angel felt proud, like an object on display that had nothing to
hide. "Your skin is flawless," Sandy whispered. "Is your bottom cold?"
"A little," Angel said. "It's cold in here when you're not near the
fire." The bearskin lay in front of her, the fire beyond. Rick's body blocked
much of the heat from the flames as he stood admiring her.
"Rick, she needs her bottom warmed a little," Sandy said softly. The
big man walked forward. Angel gulped. Had she let things go too far?
Rick took her by her upper arm.
"Come over here to the chair," Rick said. He drew her close and
together they walked the several steps to a fully cushioned Cromwellian
chair. It had no arms.
Rick sat down and pulled Angel over his lap. The blonde found
herself staring at the floor. She prayed she would not fall, hit her face on
its hard surface. Sandy stood over her and lifted her bound wrists. They
were pulled as high in the air as possible, leaving her bottom utterly open
to Rick's desires. He caressed the silky curves of her nether cheeks.
"When's the last time you've been spanked?" Rick asked Angel in a
low voice.
"Never," Angel breathed. "My mommie didn't believe in them."
"And you had no father, did you?" Rick asked.
"NÑNo," Angel whispered.
"Have you ever been a naughty girl, all the same?" Rick asked.
"YÑYes," Angel said. "But mostly mommie never found out."
"I see," Rick said, his throat seemingly constricted. "What if she
asked you if you'd done wrong, though?"
"I lied," Angel said. "I was the baby of the family. I got away with
everything."
"If you had a daughter do you think it would be proper to just let her
get away with being naughty?" Rick asked.
"No," Angel said.
"Well, I think your daddy wouldn't put up with such shenanigans if he
were around, and neither would I," Rick said. "I think perhaps as practice
for the child Sandy and I want to have I'm going to give you a little
spanking. You certainly sound like you deserve one."
"ButÑbut I don't want one," Angel said. Saliva drooled from her
mouth as she spoke.
"What is that, are you drooling on my floor?" Rick asked.
"Um, yeth," Angel said.
"Is water good for wood or bad?" Rick asked.
"Bad," Angel said.
"And that's what you are," Rick replied. With a loud clap his open
palm came crashing down upon Angel's upturned bottom. Angel's head flew
up. She let out a howl, more spittle flying from her mouth. Down came
Rick's hand again, forming red splurges where it landed. Up then down
again it came, and once more.
"Do you think that's enough?" Rick asked Angel. Uncaring she let
herself drool upon his floor. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Sandy
reached out and she felt the woman's long nails flick her flesh as Sandy
rubbed her suddenly hot bottom.
"I don't know," Angel said, her voice breaking into a blubber.
"I think my floor has had more than enough," Rick said, looking down
at the little puddle that had formed beneath Angel's face. "I want you on a
bed, where your drooling and crying won't damage my hardwood floor." He
hoisted Angel up off his lap and together they stood. Sandy turned away
and walked over to her open kitchen. A pot of coffee sat brewing on its
formica bar.
Rick rubbed Angel's hot bottom with his calloused palm. With his
other hand he held her upright by her shoulder. "I'm going to let the heat
subside in your bottom," Rick breathed to Angel. "I want it to be totally
white again when I take a riding crop to it."
"WhÑWhy?" Angel asked. The intent of her question was not entirely
clear to Rick. Beyond Sandy filled a porcelain teacup with hot coffee.
"Because its time you grew up a little," Rick said. Sandy walked
over to her. The woman's brown hair streamed over her shoulders in long,
lustrous waves. Her hips swayed in their nudity. Her pubic mound seemed
to invite exploration.
"Here, drink this, you'll need the caffeine," Sandy said to Angel,
putting the cup to her lips. Angel sipped from its edge. Rick put his hand
to Angel's chin and widened her mouth for her. Sandy poured in the hot
fluid and Angel drank all.
"I'll have to pee soon," Angel said as she felt the hot coffee settle in
her tummy.
"We all will," Sandy smiled at her. "That can be fun too." Angel
wondered at the woman's words.
Rick and Sandy each took Angel by an arm and led her toward the
bedroom. Angel began to visibly tremble. She found Rick a very handsome
specimen of masculinity, but she feared what he (and his wife!) might do
to her. Suddenly Sandy and Rick stopped walking. Sandy turned to Angel
and regarded the girl. Their bodies were very close. Sandy's eyes seemed
to have a warm, caring tenderness to them.
"Don't be frightened," Sandy said. "Rick loves you. He told me as
much," Sandy said. Angel's wide eyes darted to Rick. He smiled and
nodded.
"Aren'tÑaren't you jealous?" Angel asked Sandy in a quavering voice.
"Of course," Sandy said, taking one of Angel's erect nipples between
her nails. "But it's part of my training. I must not view Rick's other love
interests with jealous eyes." Sandy put her lips close to Angel's teat. She
extended her tongue and let it swirl about Angel's nipple. Then she drew
the entire bud into her mouth, sucking upon it as if upon the stem of a
cherry.
Angel felt her entire breast tingle with the ache of arousal as Sandy
tweaked her nipple with her tongue. But a question made itself felt in the
back of her mind as she watched the woman. A troubling question. More
troubling even than the thought of a riding crop on her bottom. "AreÑare
you a lesbian?" Angel asked Sandy, her voice almost a whisper.
"No, of course not," Sandy said, raising her face from Angel's tit. A
string of saliva briefly connected her lips to the girl's nipple, then broke
as Sandy spoke. "But Rick has trained me to partake of the charms of the
female form. Didn't you know every man lusts to see two females at play?
Especially after he's given them all the semen he has to offer. It makes
him happy to think he can still pleasure us by making us love one another."
Angel's body shivered. "You're so tense," Sandy cooed, stroking
Angel's shoulder. "I know you're not just shivering from the cold, are
you?"
"No," Angel breathed between teeth which chattered lightly.
"Is it the thought of having a riding crop taken to your bottom? Is
that what makes you tremble so?" Sandy asked.
"Y-Yes," Angel shuddered, though deep down she knew it was even
more than that. It was Rick, with his massive prick even now only inches
from her little pussy. As if to emphasize his presence Rick put a hand to
Angel's bottomcheeks and squeezed them.
"Don't worry, I'd never do anything to harm you," Rick said
reassuringly. "But I do think you could use some experience, don't you? It
seems to me nobody's taken the time to teach you hardly anything." Rick's
words were obtuse, but Angel knew at what they drove. He intended to
make her his Pet, to inculcate into her all the various forms of lovemaking
that a girl of tender years was required to know before she could truly
call herself an adult. Angel bit her lip and nodded. No words were needed.
"This way," Rick said. With mincing steps Angel walked between
Sandy and Rick. Each held her by one of her arms. Her breasts jutted out,
as did Sandy's, toward their destination. Rick's penis also pointed the
way.
A canopied bed was the centerpiece of Rick and Sandy's cabin
bedroom. A multi-tiered bedskirt re-emphasized the height of the bed. A
step-stool of twin wooden steps sat along the side of the bed, at its foot.
"Mount," Rick said to Angel. He drew a riding crop from an armoire.
Angel felt like a horse as she regarded the steps, Rick's crop just behind
her.
"Wait! I want to fix her makeup," Sandy announced. Angel silently
breathed a word of thanks to the woman for postponing her moment of
judgement. Sandy fished a little kit from the drawer of a bedside table.
Happily, her nude body moving in a svelte, carefree manner, Sandy trotted
over to Angel. She began by adding definition to Angel's mouth with
lipstick. Then she touched up Angel's light coating of eyeshade. Blush for
Angel's cheeks followed. All the while Rick stood just behind, his crop
twitching by his side. Angel felt a sense of power grow within her. That
big man, with his big balls and big dick, having to wait for her while Sandy
did her makeup!
Finally the task was finished. Sandy drifted back and smiled. "You
look absolutely adorable," Sandy said.
"She looked adorable before you started," Rick said impatiently.
"Now Rick," Sandy said with a beguilingly testy air. "A girl wants to
look her very best on occasions such as this."
"Get on the bed," Rick said to Angel. His crop swatted his own thigh
with a loud crack. For all the reaction Rick gave to the sting of the crop
on his muscled thigh it may well have been a butterfly landing there
instead.
Still trembling slightly, Angel put the heel of her boot to the first of
the steps. Then, with seeming infinite slowness, her other heel rose up to
light upon the second step. Angel felt the bulbing of her bottom as she
mounted. Its glossy white surface almost begged a man to see if he
couldn't bring some color to its cheeks. Angel glanced back over her
shoulder, giving a little flick to her hair as she looked behind her. "Please
don't whip me too hard," Angel said in a seductive little voice. Did she
really mean to sound that sexy? This was going to hurt, after all!
"I won't do you any harder than I need to," Rick said. Angel turned
back to face the bed. Just how hard did Rick "need to" do her? Her shaking
increasing once more, Angel put the first of her knees onto the bed. Then
the other. Her bare bottom stuck out invitingly, daring Rick to begin
hitting her at once. With measured movements Angel kneed her way to the
head of the bed. Even as she did so she heard Rick mounting behind her.
Angel reached the head of the bed and admired the carved wooden pillars
which held the canopy aloft. Would her wrists be tied to them before
long? Would she want them to be?
"Put your head in the pillows," Rick said. Obediently Angel dropped
her face onto the pile of pillows before her. Her bottom stuck up in the air
like an apple requesting an arrow.
Rick ran the crop across the skin of her bottom. Would he peel it for
her? Surely he would not be that harsh! Angel trembled, causing her
bottom to wiggle in the air. Spittle pooled in the corner of her mouth and
threatened to stain the pillow.
Sandy kneed her way onto the bed and stuck a baby's pacifier into
Angel's open lips. "Bite on this," Sandy said. "If you're unused to
whippings even this moderate one might cause you to bite your tongue."
Angel sucked upon the pacifier as Rick tormented her with caresses of the
crop upon her upturned peach. How different the crop would feel upon her
in only a few moments! Now its leather ran lightly over the polished
surface of her bottom, as if to give it an extra gloss. To bring out the full
luster of its whiteness before turning it to red.
Sandy kneed her way down to Rick. She curled her fingers around his
iron dick and began messaging it. With her other hand she lifted Angel's
wrists off her back.
Rick raised his hand. He held the crop high. Angel squeezed her
eyes shut. Her teeth bit down hard on her pacifier in anticipation of the
first stroke.
"WHOAAAH!" Angel cried. The pacifier burst from her lips. The first
stroke was a light one, but its sting nonetheless shocked her.
"WHAA!" Angel cried again as the crop fell a second time. Two lines
of searing heat made themselves felt across the expanse of her derriere.
"AAAAMPH!" The third stroke put Angel's face squarely in her pillow,
muffling the tail end of her cry. Four more strokes followed in rapid
succession, each seemingly more devastating than the last. The skin of
Angel's bottom felt as if it were being ignited by a fire.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" came the crop again and again to Angel's
bottom as Sandy continued to massage Rick's rod. The man himself began
to tremble with an imminent need to spill. Rick reached out to Sandy to
pull her away. Angel felt her wrists plop back down to the crest of her
bottom as Sandy released them to try to fight off Rick. Shrieking with
girlish delight as Rick took hold of her and tried to yank her away, Sandy
fell flat onto the bed between Rick and Angel. She stuck her mouth
beneath Rick's loins and curled her tongue up to tickle the shaft of his
penis.
"God damn, woman!" Rick cried, and Angel heard the crop fall but felt
nothing. Tears welling from her eyes, she glanced sideways to find a
picture of Rick and Sandy in the mirrored glass of a cabinet. Sandy was
lying across the bed, her mouth at Rick's penis. Rick slapped his crop
down again, striking Sandy's thigh. The woman seemed not to be deterred
by the crop's attack in her quest to pleasure Rick's rod. The crop fell again
and once more Sandy gave a very visible flinch. But her tongue continued
to work its awful magic upon Rick.
"You must be emptied!" Sandy squealed as Rick hit her again. The
man began to tremble violently as he tried valiantly to restrain his seed.
"AUUUGHGH!" Rick suddenly cried. His muscles seized up and he
threw his head back in a last ditch effort to stave off ejaculation. Angel
bit the corner of a pillow that lay next to her face. She watched as long
spurts of white semen suddenly flung themselves from Rick's cockhead.
Suddenly Rick slashed his crop across Angel's bottom.
"AAAAAA!" Angel cried. In watching Rick and Sandy she had almost
forgotten her own place upon the bed! Now Rick reminded her with a
series of hard cuts across her bottom as he spurted out his seed. Angel
broke into tears and screamed loudly (lustily?) with each strike.
"You're a very wicked woman," Rick was saying when Angel regained
a sense of her surroundings. One of her eyes peeked out from where her
face had buried itself in the pillow. In the glass of the cabinet she saw
Rick, both his hands on the cheeks of Sandy's face. His penis was buried
between her lips. Sandy's eyes were wide, as if she were a turkey
awakened right in the middle of being stuffed. Globules of semen were
spattered across her face and chest. Angel felt a wet stickiness on her
calves.
Rick drew his prick from Sandy's mouth. It was much smaller now.
It glistened with Sandy's saliva.
"I shouldn't have done that," Sandy reproached herself.
"I know you shouldn't have," Rick said. "Now you and Angel will have
to rejuvenate me before I can come again."
At hearing the mention of her name Angel began to cry. Her bottom
hurt very badly. She wriggled it, trying to throw off the searing heat that
permeated its every centimeter. Rick looked up at her.
"Wow! Look at the job I did on this girl's bottom," Rick announced.
"It looks like a road map!"
"Poor girl," Sandy said. She propped herself up on an elbow. She
touched her palm lightly to Angel's ass. Angel stiffened at the pain of
contact. Now even the softness of a woman's hand brought pain to her
bottom! "She needs a nice, warm bath, and a massage," Sandy said. The
young woman sat up and ran her fingers through the cum on her face and
breasts. One hand across her face, the other across her breasts.
"This will cause your bottom to hurt even more at first, but it's
essential to your bottom's recovery," Sandy said. She put her fingers,
laden with warm sperm, to Angel's derriere. Angel writhed at the contact.
Her head threshed several times on its pillow. Sandy massaged the flesh
of her bottom. Tendrils of fire crackled across her poor cheeks at every
touch of Sandy's fingers.
"Please get me some oil, Rick," Sandy said. Rick rose from the bed
and dropped to the floor. He walked to a bedside table and rummaged for a
bottle of oil first in one of its drawers, then in the cabinet below. Sandy
exhausted the remainder of the sperm on her body as Rick searched.
Oil was soon found, and this was added by Sandy's hands to the
semen already on Angel's bottom. Angel began to feel a strange warmth
well up in her nether cheeks. It was a good warmth, a consoling warmth, a
warmth of being loved and appreciated. Rick sat his hips right next to
Angel's face on the bed. With wide, tearful eyes Angel looked up at him.
Rick curled a finger in her blonde locks. They tumbled in disarray over her
face and shoulders. Her lipstick was smeared and her makeup streaked by
tears. Angel sniffled. Rick pushed his hips forward until his limp penis
came within an inch of her face. A drop of cum glistened upon its tip.
Angel stuck out her tongue and licked the cum from Rick's pee hole. All
was forgiven.
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