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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
EROTIC ESTATE
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Chapter One
Lisa gazed in awe at the mansion as Jeff pulled up the gravel drive.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the blue suited gatekeeper close the
wrought iron, ornately detailed gate. The grounds surrounding the mansion
could only be described as lush. It had taken a lot of money to build this
place, and it took a lot more to maintain it.
As a college freshman majoring in business Lisa had dreamed of
becoming a financial success and having a substantial home of her own.
But the palatial estate laid out before her oozed of old money. It was in
the vines that covered the rock hewn walls of the house, it was in the
neatly clipped hedgerows that snaked across the front lawn, it was even
in the wind that rustled the old elms along the perimeter of the yard.
Despite the stateliness of her surroundings Lisa herself was dressed
only in a skimpy white bikini. Her blonde mane of hair, tumbling over her
shoulders, threatened to provide more covering than her clothing. Lisa's
only consolation was that her friends, sitting on either side of her on the
front seat of the Jaguar, were dressed no better than she. In fact,
Debbie's nipples were visibly erect, making little points in her bikini bra.
And Jeff, though apparently preoccupied with driving, had a substantial
erection rearing up from his swim trunks.
"This is it," Debbie gushed, squeezing Lisa's bare thigh. "Isn't it
wonderful?"
"Yes," Lisa breathed. "But shouldn't we be dressed better?"
"Of course not, silly, although I admit there ought to be a law
against you and me wearing swimsuits in public," Debbie grinned.
"This isn't public," Jeff said. "It's a private party."
"How many of these have you been to?" Lisa asked Debbie.
"Here?" Debbie asked. "Two. We just met this guy. Mick's his name,
he's the owner of this place, he's really swell."
"He invites swell guests, too," Jeff said.
"Oh, Jeff!" Debbie said. Then quietly to Lisa: "He likes some of the
girls Mick has at his parties. They like him, too."
"Are there other guys here?" Lisa asked.
"I'm not good enough?" Jeff said as he parked the car and shut off the
ignition.
"The guys are as good as the girls are," Debbie confided. "And they're
wealthy."
"Even wealthier than me," Jeff interjected.
"Yeah, right. You'll be paying for this Jag until you're too old to
drive," Debbie said to Jeff. Lisa got out of the car with her friends.
A young girl named Millicent greeted the trio at the door. Lisa noted
with alarm that her breasts were naked. The maid wore only a white
apron, black skirt, hose, pumps, and a little maid's hat. She smiled at
Jeff, and Lisa thought she caught the whiff of a previous affair.
The maid led the group through the house to a room bordering on the
back yard. Suddenly through the sliding glass doors that led outside to the
rear lawn Lisa glimpsed naked people standing about sipping cocktails.
"This is as far as I can let you go, dressed as you are," Millicent
smiled. Jeff gave a happy sigh and shucked off his swim trunks. His prick,
already having behaved in a less than seemly manner, now leapt out to
throb nakedly before the girls. Millicent smiled approvingly at Jeff's
penis, then turned and picked up a feather duster from a small table and
began dusting it.
Debbie matter-of-factly reached behind herself and undid her own
bikini bra.
"Wh-what's happening?" Lisa asked, frightened. Debbie slipped her
bikini panties down her legs.
"I didn't want to tell you earlier, but this is a nudie party," Debbie
smiled. "I hope I didn't offend you by not cluing you in." Before Lisa could
object Jeff pulled at the drawstring of her bikini bra, causing the fabric
to slip down her mammaries. Lisa caught the bra in her palms and held it
against her breasts to keep her nipples from showing. Jeff reached down
and undid the ties of her panties.
"Stop!" Lisa cried. She squeezed her legs together to prevent her
panties from falling. The front and back of the panties, however, fell
down to reveal her pubic thatch and bottom. The bit of fabric between
Lisa's thighs kept the panties from falling to the rug, but they may as well
have now for all the protection they provided.
"You don't have to come," Debbie said, somewhat apologetically.
"You can wait in the car," Jeff offered, a prospect which he knew
boded no enjoyment whatsoever. Jeff sidled over to Millicent, who was
still dusting as if she were no more than an attendant in a prudish
Victorian mansion.
"You don't need this, do you?" Jeff said to Millicent, tugging at her
black skirt.
"I guess not," Millicent said, looking back over her shoulder. Jeff
tugged down the maid's skirt, revealing a bare bottom beneath.
Owing in part to her close friendship with and trust in Debbie and
Jeff, and in part to the utter hopelessness of her predicament, Lisa lifted
her hands from her breasts and parted her legs slightly. At once her bikini
bra and panties fluttered to the carpet. Lisa looked down at her breasts,
quivering nakedly, and brushed her palms over her bare hips. Millicent
stooped and picked up Jeff's trunks (receiving a smack for her courtesy),
and then Debbie and Lisa's bikinis. Then she left the room with their
clothes, with Lisa staring after her. Jeff walked up to the sliding glass
and peered out, like a lion assessing his prey.
"See? They're all naked," Debbie said to Lisa, indicating the people
outside. "I'll bet there are even a few out there who have never been to
one of these parties before, just like you."
"Couldn't I be just a little bit modest?" Lisa asked. She folded her
arms over her breasts and shivered.
"Of course, dear," Debbie said.
"What then shall I wear?" Lisa asked.
"Soap suds," Debbie replied.
"S-Soap suds?" Lisa asked, incredulous.
"Yes, dear. Here comes Millicent now with a pail and bar," Debbie
said. Millicent walked up to the nude girls and smiled brightly.
"Care to cover yourself?" Millicent asked Lisa.
"Y-Yes," Lisa stammered. Millicent set the pail down on a small
hardwood table. The pail was bright red, made of plastic, with little
green seahorses painted on the side. The fresh bar of soap was Ivory.
Millicent handed it to Lisa and sashayed away. Debbie smiled brightly and
followed Millicent out of the room.
Lisa sat down on a plush loveseat and eyed the pail of steaming
water in despair. She wanted to be at the party, but being nude was new
to her. She pouted and dipped the bar into the bucket. She turned it over
in her hands several times in an effort to build up a lather. Then she put
her hands to her breasts and wet them, and followed that with several
passes of the bar over her bosoms.
Lisa was already excited about the prospect of partying naked, and
rubbing her nipples in an attempt to cover the cherry flesh proved
disturbingly arousing. Far from covering her teats, the suds merely gave
them a gloss, like wax. Lisa decided to try her luck with her pussy.
Soaping up her hands once more, Lisa rubbed them against her pubic
thatch. She decided against soaping her labia lips, that promised to be an
all too exhilarating experience. Lisa had no intention of having someone
walk into the room to find her orgasming all over the loveseat. They
would probably want to join her, and Lisa might be too far gone to stop
them. So Lisa refrained from lathering her crotch save for the curly little
mound which adorned it.
Lisa was still attempting to build up a lather on both her breasts and
pubic triangle when Debbie returned with her boyfriend. A hot towel was
presented to her and Lisa's hands were urged within it and wiped clean.
"I-I still want to do my bottom," Lisa said, eyes wide.
"That's enough, dear, the rest of the guests are waiting to meet you,"
Debbie said gaily. Millicent appeared and picked up the bar of soap off the
little table. She dropped the bar into the bucket, picked up the bucket, and
wiped off the top of the table with her apron. Debbie's boyfriend, Jeff,
pinched Millicent's bare bottom as she bent forward to wipe.
Debbie dropped the hot towel into Millicent's bucket and took Lisa's
hand. Jeff took the blonde's other hand and together they pulled Lisa to
her feet. They led her outdoors into the bright sunshine.
Despite the total nudity of the guests, the only pool in the backyard
was an inflated baby pool in which several girls were frolicking. It was
said that Mick had planned the grounds this way so that she could have
nude parties without everyone attempting to hide their nakedness in the
pool. In any event Lisa herself would have wished for a pool, anything to
alleviate the decadence into which she found herself plunged.
Lisa was handed a cocktail and introduced to the first of the guests.
She had to be careful not to get too close to any of the men, for fear of
being prodded by their upstanding cocks. Except for erect nipples and
pricks, however, nobody seemed particularly turned on by the fact that
they were all nude. Lisa attempted to engage in a dialogue on a recent
increase in the state sales tax while trying to count the number of times
the man (and woman!) speaking to her looked at her breasts. How many
glances at her mammaries constituted lascivious behavior? Her
interlocutors were certainly discreet, yet Lisa sensed that if given a
chance they would have guzzled down her mammaries faster than they
were consuming cocktails.
As the man and woman to whom Lisa had been introduced ordered
more drinks, Debbie and Jeff led her on to a man who was seated in a
chaise lounge with a girl on his lap and another sitting in a lawn chair
beside him. These individuals too appeared to be interested in nothing
more than the fact that a local expressway might be widened, but Lisa
thought she caught them stealing glances at her pussy. Lisa sorely
regretted having soaped herself up, as the suds served only to draw
attention to her charms.
The next little gaggle of guests, however, featured two girls and
two boys who had chosen to soap each other up before coming outdoors.
Unlike Lisa, however, the girls' labias were well lathered.
"Who soaped you?" one of the girls asked Lisa.
"I did," Lisa replied.
"That doesn't sound like fun," the second girl said.
"Neither is this," Lisa replied.
"You don't like us?" the first girl asked.
"You're O.K., I'm just not used to being nude," Lisa said somewhat
apologetically.
"Oh, you'll get used to it if you come here often," the first girl said,
then giggled at the hidden sexual connotation. "I mean, if you come around
here often...not if you come a lot once you get here..."
"Although that wouldn't hurt either," the man accompanying the two
girls said. One of the girls slapped him playfully.
Lisa was led about some more, until she had met all the guests.
About this time Debbie nudged Jeff and indicated that Mick might be home.
"Let's go check out the bar," Debbie said to Lisa in a tone that
beseeched obedience. The blonde was taken inside.
The air of the mansion felt cool against Lisa's skin after standing
outdoors in the sun. She wondered if she might not be able to put
something on. Through a series of rooms and halls she was led, until
finally she entered upon the bar. In the gloom of expensive bottles an
older man sat smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in a tux, and looked
almost morose. He was Mick, the mansion's owner.
"Forgive us for intruding, but we've got a new guest we'd like you to
meet," Debbie said to Mick. The man looked up slowly. Wordlessly he
surveyed the nude trio before him, his eyes pausing disdainfully on Jeff's
erect penis before passing on the the girls' delectable tits and pussies.
"Yes, I should like to know who's drinking my wine," Mick said.
"Or bathing in it?" Debbie asked.
"Yes, if you wish," Mick replied. "I could use some amusement." His
eyes travelled up and down Lisa's naked body. He appeared to be drinking
in her beauty. At least this man was honest, not trying to hide his
interests behind irrelevant small talk.
"Let us have some rather expensive wine, this one is worth it," Mick
said to Debbie. Debbie left Lisa's side and began surveying the bottles,
which lined all four walls of the room.
"Come on, these are for you," Debbie beckoned Lisa. The blonde
padded over to her friend, unsure of what was expected of her, or what
events might unfold in this musty room. Jeff joined the girls, stroking
their bare backs as they examined the bottles.
"What are we to do?" Lisa asked Debbie.
"You're to pick out your favorite wine," Jeff said.
"But I don't need a drink right now," Lisa said.
"Well, I do," Mick piped up. "Jeff, get me some more of that Chivas."
"Yes, sir," Jeff said. He left the girls and went to refill Mick's glass.
Lisa got the sense from Debbie that Mick had called Jeff away to keep the
boy from taking liberties with them.
Soon several bottles had been selected. Jeff popped open the first
one and reached for the second.
"Stand still," Debbie said to Lisa. She picked up the first bottle and
poured its contents over Lisa's pert mammaries.
"This is to take off the suds," Debbie said. The suds were dry by
now, and she pressed her palm to Lisa's breast and rubbed it as she poured
wine over it. Lisa, startled by this sudden development, looked back over
her shoulder at Mick. He smiled.
Having opened all the bottles, Jeff took one and walked around to
Lisa's behind. He tilted his bottle forward and poured the red liquid onto
Lisa's bottom, where it ran down the crack between her cheeks. Lisa
gasped and looked over her shoulder once more, but remained where she
stood.
"There aren't any soap suds on her bottom, silly," Debbie scolded
Jeff.
"That's not my fault," Jeff said. "You were the one who wouldn't let
her soap it."
"Nice," Mick smiled at Jeff. "I can think of no better bottom to
receive such a tribute." Lisa got the distinct impression that she was on
display, but owing to the relative privacy of the situation and her
closeness to two of the three people involved, she did not protest.
As Debbie took a bottle to her pussy and Jeff began a second libation
on her bottom, Lisa heard Mick unzipping his fly. Despite the nakedness of
Jeff's prick the sound of Mick undoing himself sent a thrill of fear through
Lisa. She shivered, sprinkling droplets of wine from the points of her
teats.
As the last of the bottles was emptied Lisa was invited to step
from the puddle of wine at her feet. Millicent knocked, was invited to
enter, and trundled in with a mop in a wheeled bucket. Millicent's little
trolley had a pile of steaming hot towels on it, and Debbie and Jeff picked
these up and began wiping down Lisa.
Moments later the scene of Lisa's baptism had been cleared of all
evidence of the event. The floor was mopped, Lisa herself was sparkling
clean, with not a trace of wine upon her, and even the empty bottles had
been taken out on Millicent's trolley.
Mick, his penis arcing lewdly into the air, eyed Lisa and then
addressed Debbie.
"Perhaps Lisa would like to see the rest of the house?" Mick asked
Debbie.
"I'm sure she would, wouldn't you, Lisa?" The proposed activity not
seeming to contain anything objectionable, the blonde agreed.
Lisa was led through room after room, each more magnificent than
the last. The blonde couldn't help but fantasize about being the lady of the
house, the owner, through Mick, of all she saw. She wondered if Mick was
unmarried. Lisa found herself eyeing Mick, assessing his body, wondering
if his looks would satisfy her. His face and prick certainly had nothing to
dissuade her from accepting his bed. Lisa wanted to propose that Mick get
undressed like the rest of them but was embarrassed at her scheming.
Lisa found herself in a bedroom adorned with Medieval weapons,
among them an ominous Lochaber ax. Everyone plopped down on the bed,
and Lisa followed suit. Mick, heretofore the perfect gentleman, reached
over and clasped one of Lisa's breasts with his fingers.
"You are truly beautiful," Mick said reverentially.
"Thank you...sir," Lisa said, eyes wide and slightly downcast. Mick
smiled at her respect for him despite his advance.
"Can't keep your hands to yourself, eh?" Debbie said to Mick, draping
her arms around his neck from behind. Her fingers grazed the blouse of his
tuxedo. Mick dropped his hand from Lisa's breast.
"Forgive my impulsiveness," He breathed.
"I-It's O.K.," Lisa said. This man was certainly more polite than the
average college male.
To Lisa's surprise Debbie produced a pair of felt lined handcuffs and
snapped them over Mick's wrists.
"My turn first, remember?" Debbie said to Mick. As easily as he had
let her cuff him he now allowed the brunette to remove him from the bed
and lead him over to a dresser. There a second pair of handcuffs lay upon
the floor, one end cuffed to the leg of the heavy dresser. Mick, standing,
was made to bend over so that the free end of the cuffs clipped to the
dresser could be snapped over the chain that ran between the cuffs that
bound Mick's wrists. Lisa noticed that the other front leg of the dresser
was also equipped with a pair of handcuffs, one end clipped to the leg and
the other laying open upon the rug.
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