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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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BORDELLO GIRLS
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Chapter Nine
Days went by. We were kept in the harem. We were cared for by the
maidens. The Sultan had not harmed us. We had been let down from the
horse, our bottoms smarting, led naked into the depths of his palace.
At night a man would come to the harem. He would lead away a girl,
two sometimes. I would lie awake listening then, at night, in my bed,
Elegina beside me. We slept with the other girls, two each to a bed. I
would hear soft cries, the sound of leather, gruff Arab commands from
men. Sometimes there would be music, partying. Some girls would be
invited, others not. Elegina and I were left behind, safe in the harem.
Later when the sounds of the party died down I would hear screams, harsh
voices. The girls would come back submissive, cowed. They would be kept
in another chamber, apart from us. Or we would not see them again.
My turn came. One evening I was told, in a furtive whispering, as if I
was not to know, that it would be my turn that night.
My hair was done up. Lipstick was applied to my lips. Eyeliner. I
was stripped bare. A robe was given me, lucid, loose. It would hide
nothing.
The man came for me. He took me by the hand. I turned, waved
goodbye to Elegina. I was drawn down a long hall. The man pulled on my
hand, I trailed behind him, resisting. He drew me as a lover draws his
beloved to a bedroom to take her virginity.
I was brought to the courtyard. It was different. Men stood with
their cocks displayed, fine princes, come from all across the desert. They
looked at me frankly. My robe was taken from me by two of the maidens.
Mats were laid out, and pillows. The Sultan greeted me as one might an
ambassador from a foreign country. He nodded, sitting on his throne.
ÒYou see my fine sons here,Ó he said to me. ÒThey all wish to
partake of you. I cannot decide which I prefer. I have given you to all of
them.Ó I gasped. With my young firm titties trembling on my chest, I
gasped. I shook my head no. ÒYou do not understand,Ó the Sultan told me.
ÒYou are to take them. They will not take you. You are from Europe, you
are bold. You tell me that you wish to pee, and you do so in my presence.
So I give you this chance to test yourself. See if you are really the fine
young woman you hope to be. I know you are but a schoolgirl. So I give you
this opportunity to test yourself.Ó
ItÕs a gang-bang, my conscience told me. But I didnÕt want to listen.
I curled my fist beneath my chin, considering. The men were very
handsome. Could I take all of them? What if I fell short? What if I
changed my mind after the first one? They gazed at me. On the pillows
were dildoes, condoms, lubricant. An an occasional riding crop, for a
disobedient little filly who should know better than to try to take a whole
roomful of men.
ÒWhat if I say no?Ó I asked the Sultan. I was pouty, insouciant. Snub
nose upturned I looked at him. I was from Europe. I could say no. Women
there did it all the time.
ÒIf you take them all I will give you your freedom,Ó the Sultan said
to me with a wave of his hand. ÒI prefer not to think of the alternatives.Ó
I returned my gaze to the men. My eyes sought their cocks. They
were big, huge, but surely no bigger than Martin. My womb yearned. They
watched me as I watched them. I flicked my hair from my eyes. I turned
to the Sultan again. ÒElegina must help me,Ó I said. He smiled.
ÒYou are a clever girl,Ó he replied. ÒI had hoped you would ask for
her. Bring her friend!Ó he shouted. His voice was exultant.
ÒAnd all the other girls too,Ó I added.
ÒNo, no,Ó he laughed. ÒJust the two of you. Two whores from Europe.
Young whores, I admit, but whores all the same. We know what sort of
girls the blasphemer Martin kept.Ó
Elegina came trotting out, led as reluctantly as I had been. Her robe
of silk, specially put on for her presentation to the Sultan, was taken from
her. She stood nude as I was. She glanced at me.
ÒAnother fine mess,Ó she said to me softly. Then she looked at the
men, examining them with her eyes. I could see she was counting cocks.
She turned to me again. ÒUse all your openings,Ó she said to me in a voice
whisper-soft. ÒAnd your hands, too. DonÕt love them, however gorgeous
they are. Just get them off and grab another one.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I breathed in reply. We were co-conspirators. We would
succeed. We had to.
We walked hand-in-hand down a short flight of steps. They were
made of marble. Out into the midst of the men we walked, us as naked as
them. They crowded in around us. They presented us with gifts of baby
oil. We accepted. They began squirting us and we squirted back, all of us
close-pressed. I laughed. I could not help it. It was fun. Hard cocks
surrounded me in every direction, as far as the eye could see, and I with
my little pussy, pledged to take them all.
Hands came to us. They rubbed us lovingly, caressing our newly
slicked flesh. Quickly they found our most sensitive parts. We gasped,
retaliated. We caressed them where they were most deliciously
vulnerable, cupping and squeezing their testicles, fondling them. We toyed
with their cocks as a girl might examine candy canes in a store.
I kissed a man. He kissed me back. Beside me Elegina dropped to her
hands and knees. Fingers and lips sought within my openings, making me
jerk as I stood there huddled amongst the men. Down on her knees, Elegina
received her first soldier, bending low to take him from behind. That was
the best way. Like females had done it for millennia, bent over,
submissive. I fell to my knees. A man grabbed me by the hair and shoved
my face to the surface of the mat. My cheek pressed against it. Saliva
pooled within. My tongue lolled on the tip of my lip.
ÒAaah!Ó I was entered. Shoved within, a man used his slick tool
within my little anal hole. I tried to relax, bit my lip. He was rude, hasty.
He could not get up me far. A crop struck my bottom. A gruff command
was issued in Arabic. I guessed its meaning. I strove to part my legs
wider, accept him better. I had no other choice.
He gave up on my back door. He withdrew, squirted clean baby oil
over his cock, and probed within my cunt. I was easier there. Up he went,
fast moving now, then back, up again. His brothers urged him to hurry.
They did not like having to wait their turn.
Like cows we were fucked. First one man, then another, then a third.
We were allowed to roll on our backs after the third round, given drinks,
permitted to rest a little. ÒYou must take them all,Ó I heard the Sultan
say in the distance. Up we sat, wiping our brows. Elegina and I surveyed
our handiwork. A few cocks were flagging, most still remained as hard
and vigorous as ever.
ÒItÕs a tough job,Ó Elegina said to me.
ÒAnd we are the only ones to do it,Ó I replied.
ÒThey should get an Internet connection here, and promote
masturbation,Ó Elegina said to me.
We grabbed at the nearest cocks then, sucking them into our mouths.
From behind more men took hold of us, intent on relieving themselves in
turn within our little love holes. Down we went again, aching now,
knowing we could not stop until the last drop of sperm was sucked from
every man in the room.
We were athletes, olympians. We worked the crowd. The crowd
worked us...over. Our hair flew as we twisted our heads, riding now, riding
steeds who lay beneath us, our loins joined in lovemaking. I rode three
men that way, then a fourth. My brow was wiped and my squeezed titties
soothed, hot cloths bathing me between sessions. On and on Elegina and I
went, taking man after man. Crops whipped our bottoms sometimes when
we flagged, playfully, urging us on. Mouths sucked at my nipples as if I
were the Earth Goddess herself, feeding all EarthÕs children. I cried out
into the night. The girls in the harem heard me, I knew. Elegina screamed
out her pleasure. We were wanton, abandoned to love.
Deep in the night, amidst a shuddering veil of perspiration and
desire, we finished. I could not stand. I knelt upon the mat, Elegina lying
beneath me. The last man, finished, rose and went to his fellows. They
reclined in chairs that surrounded the love mats. Only Elegina and I
remained. I toyed with her hair, softly, first the locks on her head and
then the curls sweetly nested in her pussy. She smiled at me. I smiled
back. Then I collapsed into her arms and we lay half-dazed, hugging each
other.
My nipples were sore the next morning. My cunt ached. The maids
brought me a blouse and told me to put it on. I did not want it. They gave
me panties. I wanted to run naked in the desert. Elegina began dressing
beside me. ÒHe is giving us safe passage back to Europe,Ó she said to me.
ÒMartin is dead. The Arabs came in the night, over the fallen tree, and
killed him.Ó
ÒGood,Ó I replied. ÒHe made enough of them suffer. Let him suffer in
turn.Ó
ÒYou are turning into one of them,Ó she smirked.
ÒI feel like one of them,Ó I replied. ÒI have all their seed in my
womb.Ó
We were taken by limousine to the airport. Still uncertain, wobbly-
legged, we boarded our plane. We had no luggage. In Italy I kissed Elegina
goodbye. I had just enough money for a cab, given to me by the Arabs. I
rode back to my parentÕs villa. I knocked on the front door. My mother
opened it.
ÒDarling! Where have you been?Ó she asked, almost shouting. She
hugged me.
ÒI was gone a little bit, mommie,Ó I replied. I was sheepish, bashful.
She sensed I had done new things. The scent of Egypt was still in my
clothes. My hair was fragrant, too fragrant, as if oiled with exotic spices.
I wore lipstick that made me look older. Her eyes gazed over me.
ÒDo you--? Did you--?Ó She wanted to ask, did not.
I went upstairs and flopped into my bed. I fell asleep right away. I
slept soundly. In the morning, when I awoke, there was a little medicine
cup beside my bed. Mommie had put it there. I looked over, peeked inside.
RU-486, it said on a little white tablet. I swallowed it at once.
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