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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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CHAMBERS OF LOVE
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Chapter Two
There was no night or day in the dungeon, for it had no windows.
Time could pass unnoticed outside while sweaty naked bodies labored
within. Baths, when needed, were drawn from the faucet into the
bucket and applied with a sponge to a body standing twitchingly bare on
the cold stone floor. A small refrigerator kept fresh fruits and
vegetables, potato salad, chilled chicken and wine. All this was yet to
be learned by me as I awoke, to wide-spread legs standing in an
authoritative posture, with a female muff only inches from my face. I
suddenly realized I wasn't in my own bed at home, but with Julie and
Dan. I stared up at her brown tuft as she stood over me, where I still
lay upon the couch. Dan was urinating in the distance, into what I later
learned was a chamberpot.
I let Julie urge me bodily from the couch. We traipsed over to
Dan, who was just squeezing out the last drops of his pee, with his
hand upon his cock.
"I can do that for you," I offered naughtily, my voice slurred with
lingering sleepiness. I felt a sudden, warm rush of happiness. Yet
underneath I still felt apprehension at what might lie ahead.
Inexpertly I squeezed Dan's penis for him with my little fingers,
my mouth ajar, admiring his new erection. Dan slipped a hand between
my thighs, rubbing me, and doing the same for Julie. She joined me in
fondling Dan's cock, and with each of our remaining free hands she and I
caressed each other's bottoms.
I still wore my pumps, as did Julie, and her hairdo still
maintained a semblance of elegance. Dan had shed his pants and mask
and stood before us naked as Adam.
How long we stood there playing with each other's genitals I
cannot know. After a bit Dan urged Julie and I to frig each other. We
gaily accepted, still keeping one hand on our main prize, his cock. Dan
pinched our bottoms and toyed with our titties while Julie and I
masturbated away. She made me shiver and I her, though we kept it
light so as to make it last as long as possible. There was no stress, no
urgency, no violation, just a carefree indulgence of the private parts.
Gradually a real need grew more insistent, but we toyed with it,
playing upon it while keeping it at bay. Dan's pinching of our bottoms
eventually made Julie ask me if I'd ever been whipped.
"Of course not," was my heartfelt reply. Julie and Dan exchanged
knowing smiles.
"Has she been punished for peeing in her panties yet?" Julie asked.
"I don't think so," Dan grinned.
"Aw, c'mon guys," I said plaintively.
"It would be a waste not to put such a good bottom to use," Dan
said, eyeing my pert hiney. I flexed and tensed my cheeks involuntarily.
A tan line ran across them near the top, beneath which they were snowy
white. (Dan's light pinches hadn't blemished them.)
"Yes, she does have an exceptionally fine bottom for it, doesn't
she?" Julie said, leaning back. She admired my ass as we three
continued teasing each other's cock and cunts. "Nice and round, heart-
shaped, and sticks out quite saucily."
"I think we should make her display it the next time we have
dinner," Dan said. "When we invite guests."
"Yes," Julie agreed. "You could be the serving girl, Kimmy, and
entertain the men even as you serve them."
"Delightful, I'm sure," I said, rolling my eyes with disdain. Yet a
secret thrill coursed through me at the thought of so many strange men
(and ladies!) inspecting my nether charms. I felt wickedly complicitous
in their plans, and gyrated my bottom slightly thinking about it. Julie
thought I wanted to increase my pleasure and rubbed me harder.
"Of course, the men will want to fuck such a fine ass," Dan said.
"It would be torture for them to have to look and not touch."
"Yes, she must be broken in for it," Julie said. She rubbed me
more lightly now and began lecturing me on, as she merrily put it, "The
Fundamentals of Fucking the Fundament."
Julie ended her teach-in with a distressing observation: since
Dan's cock was (at present) too big for my bottom, she would have to
break me in herself. I was still debating the logic of this in my own
mind when the two of them ceased our mutual pleasuring and drew me
over to a shelf lined with dildoes. Studying my rump intently Julie
decided upon an eight-inch fake penis for me. It was long and slender,
with a pouch at the base. Dan fetched a pitcher of cream from the
fridge and Julie carefully filled the pouch, then pressed down a flip-top
to close it. By squeezing the pouch when she fucked me Julie would be
able to shoot cream through the fake penis and into my rectum.
"Don't worry, the rubber of the pouch is quite thin," Julie assured
me. "The heat from our bodies will warm the cream inside." Playfully
she tested the ability of the penis to squirt by squeezing the pouch.
Cream shot out and hit my leg. She and Dan laughed, and I giggled too,
it was so silly. But I felt a sinking feeling as I contemplated that
perpetually erect, ersatz dick, and where the rest of its load was
intended to go.
As Julie strapped on the rubber cock Dan led me tottering on my
heels to a sawhorse. Thoughtfully he placed a leather cushion atop it,
to protect my tummy. Then he said, "Try not to be afraid," and bent me
double over the trestle. Straps on the widely spread front two legs
were used to bind my wrists, then my legs were separated and forced
to stand in a broad vee, exposing the innermost portions of my
bottomcrack. Each of my ankles was lashed to a back leg of the horse.
Through it all I tried to retain my composure. Julie had said it was
important to be ladylike at all times. I dearly wanted Dan to respect
me as much as he did Julie, to see that I could take my punishment just
as well as she could take hers. (For, Julie had said, all proper butt-
fuckings began with a smacking of the bottom, and I still owed them
for peeing in my panties.)
"Jut out your bottom more, that's my girl," Dan said. I felt my
bottom cheeks spread embarrassingly wider as I obeyed. I blushed
fiercely, despite all we'd already shared. In fact this was Dan's first
real chance to indulge his passion for my bottom, and he admired it
closely.
"I want her gagged," Julie said, waggling up behind me with her
big fake penis strapped on. The strap running between her legs was
electrified and connected to a battery. The strap, fur-lined, would
vibrate against her clitty when it was powered.
Dan pried apart my lips and plugged them with a ball gag. As I let
the ball settle in my mouth I realised, too late, why Julie wanted me to
wear it. She didn't want me to tell her to stop, to withdraw. This was
my first time and she knew I might not be able to take the cock up my
ass. She would be the sole judge of how far we went now, not I.
Mewing over the gag I tried to get their attention, but they ignored me.
I wrestled with my bonds, twisting and turning atop the trestle, but
they simply found that more enticing.
Oh, why had I let them talk me into being deflowered? Surely a
girl could be satisfied with the ordinary route, why did they need to
push things up where God intended for things to only come out? I
chastised myself for letting myself get into this fix even as Julie and
Dan went about selecting a whip for my bottom.
"Oh me, oh my, I thought I was only in for a spanking," I said to
myself.
"Too thin, it would cut her terribly," Dan admonished. Julie picked
up another whip, this one flaring out at the end into half-a-dozen broad
flat tails.
"Yes, a good starter," Dan agreed. "Give me a few licks of it to
test it and practise your hand." Graciously he turned about and
presented his lovely bare haunches. Julie smirked and struck lightly at
first, then gave him a harsh final blow that sent him howling, dancing
around the room. His erect cock bobbed up and down with erotic
abandon. His balls swung like ringing church bells.
"The whip does have its advantages," I thought, breathtakingly
admiring Dan's agony, even as I dreaded being made to put on a similar
show for him.
Julie strode up to me and began by caressing me lightly all over
my doomed fundament. This was her first real chance to admire my
butt, and she took every advantage of it, despite being a woman herself.
Between us my bottom was skinnier, yet stuck out more wilfully, due
to my young age. Hers was full and round, well-fatted yet not
excessively so. Between us we sported the very pinnacle of bottoms
for each of our age groups. And Dan, I might add, had a tight compact
ass that looked like it spent many hours squeezing relentlessly as he
fucked his wife. All three of us, our perfect bottoms bare, were about
to party in a serious new way.
"I'm going to thrash you while you thrash her," Dan told his wife,
plucking a particularly thin whip from the wall.
"Dan, don't," Julie imprecated.
"It's only fair," he replied. "You'll notice I chose an extra thin one.
That way you'll be sure not to over-do it on Kimmy, since the thinnest
whips hurt the most."
"Oh, please," Julie said, but there was no dissuading Dan.
"I haven't got anything else to do anyway," he said.
Thus three beautifully-made bodies stood poised to embark into
the treacherous underworld of sadism. Here a wrong turn could lead to
scars, severed nipples, even pierced intestines. There was no natural
cut-off point, fake penises didn't deflate. One was at the mercy of a
zealous, sexually aroused master, whose pleasure was divorced from
your own. A master who drew pleasure from your own pain.
I squirmed atop the trestle, my girlish bottom spread wide to
show my winking anus. I could not move, save to flex my bottomcheeks
luridly, pushing them out into the cooling air. My bottom felt chilly in
the damp air of the dungeon. There was little evaporation from this
sealed-off room.
"What an ass!" Julie gaily remarked.
"She may make one of herself before the day is through," Dan
laughed.
"I hope so. I'm jealous," Julie said, and gave a flick with her whip
hand.
"Yeeowch!" I cried out, under my gag, tasting my first cut. No
sooner had I spoken than Julie let out a howl. Dan laughed.
"This is fun," he said.
Unhappily Julie gave me a second stinger, and received her own in
turn. I writhed atop the sawhorse, jostling my pendent breasts, setting
them swinging like a big pair of cow's udders. Dan smacked his lips at
my boobies' antics and told Julie to lay the whip on harder. I spoke but
my gag blocked my protest.
Crisply Julie struck again, my eyes bulging at the blow and my
gagged voice shrieking. Somewhere in the distance I heard her cry out,
but I paid it no mind now, preoccupied with the searing heat in my own
seat.
Grimly, undaunted by her own torment, Julie meted out my
punishment for peeing. Each stripe sent me lurching forward, waggling
my tits for Dan, who stood mesmerized off to one side. He stroked
himself intermittently as he flayed Julie, bringing himself to the brink
of an orgasm and then resting.
Julie, meanwhile, seemed caught in a perpetual little jig as each
vengeful stroke of her rod brought punishment anew to her own buns.
Raw and sore now, they sported an interlacing network of red curlicues
across their satiny white surface. My own bottom glowed with a road
map of its own. Yet she flayed on, giving me as good as she got.
I was crying now, tears plopping into a puddle beneath my face.
Julie was sobbing also. Dan began lecturing us on the need for girls to
retain their virginity until marriage.
Finally Julie wanted to stop, but Dan said he wasn't finished with
her. So she kept on strapping me just to keep herself company.
Through the burning haze of my agony I suddenly felt a large, jelly
smeared protuberance push at my exposed anus. I sucked in my breath
with horror. I'd forgotten all about the dildo!
"Push," I heard Dan tell Julie. "She can take you."
Unbearable pressure thrust at my resisting bumhole. I blanched,
wanted to vomit.
"Harder," Dan said, and gripped Julie from behind by the hips and
began pushing. His own cock thrust at her nether hole.
"Mmph!" Julie and I both exclaimed as her fake cock pierced me
just as Dan's cum-smeared weapon entered her. With diligent thrusts
he burrowed up her ass, sending her deeper and deeper into me. I
twisted my head to and fro and cried out a muffled resistance.
It was torture, bent over that horse, my most vulnerable parts
exposed and burning. The dildo nosed further and further up my poor
rectum, splitting me like some pig on a spit. I gagged, I coughed, I
blathered, but Julie showed no mercy, nor did Dan. With firm strokes he
now plundered her adorable ass, while she still endeavored to plug me
to the full. There was no sense of time, just a burning, itching fullness
that drove perilously deeper with my every tortured breath.
"C'mon, come on," I heard behind me, an obvious reference to my
tightness. Yet through it all, I later realized, when I was much more
experienced, Julie showed compassion. Her thrusts were gentle and
probing, only advancing when I seemed ready. Even her whipping,
seemingly so awful, had been merely a light basting. I was scored with
red lines, to be sure, and smarted terribly, but there were no cuts, no
bruises, no raised weals of any significance.
"Now!" Julie hissed suddenly in my ear, and I nearly swooned as
warm cream jetted into my bowels. Julie squeezed her play testicles
vigorously, and Dan helped her, his hand on hers. I was filled, it
seemed, with enough cream to open my own coffeehouse.
Dan, meanwhile, had just slipped over the edge he'd so
successfully balanced on throughout our whipping. With fierce grunts
he spermed his wife. She wept and humped herself to him, even as she
pillaged my own bumhole with her cock.
They lay upon me for many minutes after, breathing softly in the
silence of the dungeon. I could smell Julie's perfume, Opium, and more
natural scents. Finally Dan withdrew his limpening member from
Julie's forbidden channel. With his help they both stood erect, Julie's
phallus popping out of me. I felt open, enlarged. I began weeping once
more.
"Poor baby," Julie cooed, then took a step and felt her own pain.
"Ooch!" Her hands flew to her bottom. "You gave me a good one today,
Dan."
"All in a day's work," Dan replied. "Speaking of which, this day is
now over. You slaves will remain here and freshen yourselves up while
I go out."
"Dan," Julie whined. "Last time you went out and had sex with
some bimbo!"
"Your only concern is to be open and ready when I return," Dan
said. "Practise on your friend there 'til I get back." He opened the door
to the room and stepped out, locking it behind him.
Julie fetched a tube of cream and flinchingly applied it to her own
hot bottom. Then, patiently, she daubed mine as I jerked and winced
atop the trestle. My anus was duly anointed with the healing cream,
and Julie complimented me on my performance.
"You were very good," she said, kissing my cream smeared hiney.
"Now let's get you up and put you to bed."
Julie tucked me in on the sofa with the waistcoat from her
business dress. It didn't cover my legs but it did give me a sense of
modesty, lying as it did over my torso, as I drifted off to sleep. You
can't imagine the relief I felt. Finally I wasn't totally nude anymore.
Finally I wasn't being ravished and rent. My bottom burned against the
down-covered couch and my bones ached, but I had no trouble falling
asleep.
Julie slept on some cushions on the floor, her dress and blouse
draped over her. Much later she woke me. We stood with our backs to a
mirror at first, examining our poor punished heineys. The stripes were
fading now. Julie apologized to me for hurting me. Impulsively I
touched her butt. She jumped, then stood still as I soothingly explored
it with my fingertips. It was my first experience at taking an interest
in another female's ass. I acted out of curiosity mostly, and the
strange libertine nature of this room which held us. I bent and kissed
her finally, on each red-striped summit of her posterior. She urged me
to tongue her hole.
"Suck out Dan's sperm. It is for you also," she said. Gently I
parted her cheeks with my fingers. Tentatively I extended my tongue
through parted lips. I tapped her anus with my tongue tip. It tasted
salty.
"Stiffen your tongue," Julie said, and gently eased herself back
onto it. I popped through the opening of the hole and was inside.
"Oh! I can't do it!" I cried, immediately remorseful at having
withdrawn my shit coated tongue to my mouth. I ran to the faucet and
knelt down and rinsed my mouth over and over. Julie laughed.
We bathed each other next, taking turns and luxuriating in the feel
of the soapy wet sponge on our bodies. The water was chilly but one
got used to it after awhile. Then we sat on stools before a mirror, still
naked as newborns, and did each other's hair and nails. Neither of us
needed much makeup but we put on just enough to give the impression
that we were top-dollar tarts.
"Oooh, we look so sophisticated," Julie said mockingly, for indeed
we did, from the neck up. Our glittery earrings dangled beneath well-
fashioned hairdos. (Blowdriers and hair curlers were a must in the
dungeon, despite its many other spartan aspects.) From the neck down,
though, we were an expanse of white, lustrous flesh. Pink nipples
sprang invitingly from generous bosoms. Navels twinkled invitingly
above silken, furry mounds. Thighs gleamed their milky firmness and
well-moulded bottoms offered enticingly unobstructed views of
forbidden portals.
We shared a snack of wine and cheese and fruit, recounting our
feelings about our adventures. Dan's prowess did not go unremarked,
though it brought blushes talking about it. Finally it was with a
growing sense of arousal that we awaited our master's return. He was
my master too now, Julie assured me, for I had passed all their tests
with flying colors. But there was much more that lay in store for me,
she promised.
"I was just like you a few months ago, totally untrained. But Dan
has been teaching me very faithfully. Now I'm at the level where I can
play the dominatrix if I want, and it's fun. Have you ever had a man, his
balls bound with cord, his cock in a protective sheath, so you can
torment him but he won't come?" I assured her I hadn't. "I did that to
Dan. You think his cock is naturally big, try doing that. His cock was
swollen as big as a donkey's where it emerged from the sheath. He
begged me to jerk him off, it was rather painful you see, but I told him
all he had to do was stop thinking naughty thoughts and his erection
would go away."
"I'll bet that helped," I said.
"Not in the least."
Julie told me also how Dan introduced her to friends who liked to
party in the buff. "It's so amazing to see a prim young female attorney
stripped of her clothes and upended and fucked. And given enemas, and
all sorts of naughty things. Sometimes we dress up in bondage outfits.
Everything that society demands we keep covered is exposed, uplifted,
displayed. And we wear long gloves and boots, and masks too, to cover
up what society allows to be shown. Or, in the case of masks, demands
to be shown, for you can't walk around town with a mask on. People
will think you're a robber. Your most vulnerable parts are utterly
unprotected at these parties, sticking out such that everyone is
encouraged to play with them. But things that don't matter, like your
arms and legs, are covered up. You feel like a walking erogenous zone."
"It sounds scary," I said.
"Oh, everyone is quite pleasant," she replied. "Some girls go in for
getting their bottoms branded or their nipples pierced, but I never have.
Mostly it's just a comfortable atmosphere where you can talk frankly
about sex and enjoy some time in a playful, uninhibited environment.
You're encouraged to share your feelings, whatever they might be, and
explore any fantasies you might have. The display of the sex organs is
really just a way to get people to open themselves up and share,
although some copulating does occur. But nobody has any hangups about
it."
The door clicked open and swung wide. We both looked up, big-
eyed, a pair of fawns caught in headlights, it seemed. Dan stepped
within, looking well-rested and stunning as ever, in a pullover sweater
and jeans. I caught my breath as a woman stepped in behind him.
She was beautiful, no doubt about it, with a natural, aristocratic
air. Jet black hair tumbled luxuriously over thin shoulders. Her waist
was exquisitely narrow, with full-bodied hips flaring out below. Her
hands and feet were delicate and slender, and she had legs that an
envious woman would describe as skinny. It was her bust that preceded
all and announced her presence first, however. It strained the front of
her waistcoat, where buttons clutched haplessly at their eyelets to
keep her covered. The coat was black, businesslike, with a daringly
short skirt beneath. Fishnet stockings showed their tops and accented
the classic lines of her legs. In her hand our new mistress held a riding
crop.
"My, aren't they cute," the woman said as Julie and I made to
cover ourselves with our hands. We were defenseless, deliciously
naked, with rosy nipples and pink slits showing, the clefts of our
bottoms only a wiggle away from being displayed.
"Do not hide yourselves, drop your hands," Dan ordered in a no-
nonsense voice.
"Dan!" Julie protested, alarmed at our female intruder, not
wanting to include her in our games. But Dan was master. He made us
stand, side by side, and invited Mistress Helga (as we were told to call
her) to inspect her "new playmates."
"Do they do as they are told?" Mistress Helga asked as we stood,
avoiding her harsh gaze.
"They can be persuaded to," Dan said nonchalantly.
"I especially like the little one," Helga said, meaning me. I was a
few inches shorter than Julie but looked no more than 12, with my
sweetly childish cheeks and naive gaze. My boobs, however, popped out
of my chest like over-ripe melons, big enough for any woman. "Turn
around," mistress ordered, and we promptly obeyed. We stood with our
bottom cheeks nervously clenching as she admired our hineys.
"Ah, I see they've had some lessons already," mistress said of our
pink-patterned asses. She touched a long-nailed finger lightly to each
of our seats, found us firm and resilient. "Perfect, yes, well made for
cropping. I shall have fun with these." She gave a light crack to each of
our bottoms and we both jumped, more from anxiety than pain.
We stood shivering as mistress unbuttoned her jacket. In a
mirror we watched as a pair of breathtaking breasts spilled into view.
They were capped with large pink nipples, their tips already erect.
Mistress shimmied out of her skirt, and I stood wondering at how often
she undressed like this for the mundane task of taking a bath, or
sleeping, yet now there was little chance she was disrobing for such an
ordinary activity as that. She pulled off a pair of slinky panties,
leaving only her stockings. They clung to her legs without the need for
garters. Mistress cracked her crop against her thigh and I leapt up,
thinking I'd been struck.
"Now girls, put your hands behind your head." Julie and I obeyed,
our chests popping out as we did so. "I'm going to march you around the
room a few times. Keep in step and lift your legs high. Begin!"
Awkwardly Julie and I set off, doing our best to accommodate our
new mistress' strange wishes. Our pumps clacked loudly on the stone
floor. Unsteadily we proceeded, lifting our knees ever higher as
mistress began playfully switching our bottoms with the crop.
"Ooch! Ouch!" Julie and I hooted, new recruits in a war on
modesty. Dan howled with laughter. Red bottomed and still smarting
from his discipline, we received an unwelcome flurry of new cuts from
Helga. She was fairly gentle, but every stroke seared our overly-
sensitized bottomflesh.
Our white bosoms joggled freely as we high-stepped around the
room, nipples sprouting naughtily. Mistress scolded us for being so
aroused, promised to clamp our titties to teach them not to take
pleasure from a cropping. Indeed, I knew not why I found my
predicament so exciting. My spine tingled and my clitty fairly buzzed
with arousal. Julie and I were soon flouncing about with exaggerated
jiggles of our hips, our bottoms and breasts brazenly set to wobbling.
We strutted before mistress, bearing the slashes as best we could
while saucily exhibiting our privates. Even our smooth, flat bellies
were thrust forward, along with our hips, to proffer our muffs with
their alluring pink slits. Dan watched all this with growing interest
and an ever-greater protuberance in his pants.
I think what made us especially sexy was the fact that our hair
was done up so elegantly, piled in loose curls atop our heads. As we
marched, a few strands came loose and dangled down. We puffed and
panted and yelped, laboring to please mistress yet maintain our
gracefulness as ladies, albeit rather wiggly ladies. Our earrings
sparkled sensuously.
"Stop!" mistress ordered. "Bend over and pull apart your bawdy
asses. Now, girls!" Anxiously we bent double and gripped our
bottomcheeks. We spread them, lewdly displaying our clefts and quims.
"Hard! Hard apart!" mistress yelled and gave each of us a tap with the
crop right upon our anuses. We yanked our springy cheeks wide until
our fingers turned white.
I felt the cool air of the dungeon caressing my dimpled anus. It
was still sore from the dildo. The air felt good, yet I shivered with
fear at my exposure.
Dan stepped up behind us. Julie and I sighed, waiting tensely.
Beneath our bottoms our figs peeped out at him. Our clittys yearned.
"Such an exquisite pair of assholes, really," Helga remarked. "May
I fuck them?"
"I'm sure they would be honored," Dan replied. We were told to
remain in position while mistress went and selected a dildo. Dan told
her that we'd both been recently ravished in our nether holes, and she
graciously selected a thin dildo.
I debated my options as I watched from my upside-down position.
Julie seemed resigned to her fate. She was a new bride, and had taken a
vow to obey her husband. I didn't want to be any less mature than she
was, but my heart pounded at the thought of getting butt-fucked again.
My poor rectum had barely survived the first time, or so it seemed.
Dan helped mistress strap on her prong, his own thing waving
carelessly about, for he had just shed his outdoor pants. Together they
advanced on us and mistress thoughtfully set about oiling Julie's hole.
"Ooh, still nice and tight I see. Dan should fuck you more often,"
mistress purred. Julie flinched at her touch but said nothing. Boldly
we held our asses open as mistress greased our chutes. I was an honors
student and Julie a nurse, yet now we'd been reduced to a pair of
alluringly prised-apart rumps. Dan goosed up mistress' thing for her as
she readied us.
"I shall have the little one first," Helga announced, and to a
squeak of dismay from me she took me by the haunches and, gripping
hard, wrenched me even farther apart. With a gulp I felt the nose of her
dildo introduce itself to my tight nether aperture. With a quick,
merciless thrust she popped herself inside, and I screamed. With just
the plastic head in me now she began to whisper soothing words of
encouragement. She gave me a little introductory squirt from her
cream filled testicles. Her passage was slightly eased thereby, and she
pressed upward.
I felt as if all the air was being driven from me. My eyes bulged,
rolling upward, I hissed out my breath. Farther, farther up she went,
filling me with her rigid toy. At last she began moving slowly in and
out, suavely coating my rectum with more milk from her testes.
"Play with yourself. Make yourself come," mistress ordered me,
and at once my hands flew to my pussy and began rubbing furiously. I
knew I would feel intensely embarrassed about masturbating myself
after this was all over, but at the moment my need overwhelmed me.
Julie was ordered not to touch herself and she waited with cheeks
wide-spread, parting herself for her turn upon the cock. Dan got behind
mistress and guided her strokes while setting about diddling her clitty
for her. With his remaining hand he pleasured his cock, savoring the
feel of orgasms nearly attained and narrowly avoided.
With helpless cries I broke into a series of mind-bending
orgasms. Dan grabbed me from behind by the thighs to keep me from
toppling over. Somehow Helga got herself all the way up me, and she
rubbed herself furiously against my burning bottom. Amidst a plethora
of sensations I shuddered into orgasmic oblivion.
***
I awoke to find myself being kissed. Julie had parted my lips and
was tasting me deeply with her tongue. Sleepily I stuck out my own
tongue and we licked the insides of each others' mouths in turn. I
tasted cherry cider. I realized that I was snuggling with Julie on the
couch. Someone had laid me there. Mistress Helga stood over us,
ordering Julie to make love to me. The tapping of the crop against
mistress' thigh showed she would brook no disobedience. Dan watched
also, his cock stiffening anew from some prior orgasm.
Julie squashed her bosoms amorously against mine, our risen
nipples poking into each other's flesh. Her bush grated lustily against
my own and our thighs rubbed.
"So nice, they must be seen at my party tonight," mistress
commented. Our svelte, slim limbed bodies meshed together as we
worked to please mistress with an orgasm. We puffed and moaned and
finally palmed each other's pussies to achieve the release mistress
required. Afterwards we lay panting in each other's arms, happy and
satisfied.
It was Dan's turn now to march and be whipped, mistress
announced. Julie and I cuddled on the couch and watched with interest
as Dan, cock awaggle, high-stepped about the room. His organ became
huge and he was clearly turned on by having his butt spanked. When he
was trembling with the need to spurt mistress admonished him for
liking it and told him he would have to hold himself in until tonight's
party. Dan groaned with displeasure. His balls swollen and his penis
quivering madly, he was ordered to get dressed and go fetch mistress'
limo.
"Come along, girls," mistress beckoned. "We shall drive to my
house now and get ready for this evening."
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