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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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HOLLAND HUNNIES
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Chapter One
We were tourists. We sat mesmerized on the bed, wondering where
to go today. Wondering if we should.
ÒDungeons to Let,Ó my boyfriend read aloud again. I snuggled closer
to him. Mark and Elizabeth drew nearer too, Mark grasping me by both my
shoulders as he leaned in over me, sitting next to me on the bed. I sensed
Elizabeth getting cuddly-close to my Rob.
We were in Holland. WeÕd finished Paris, been rather bored, actually,
but now I was wondering if it hadnÕt been our fault. Perfect Puritans,
weÕd slept as couples in separate bedrooms, myself with Rob and Elizabeth
with her steady, Mark. Perhaps it was our own growing, gnawing ennui
which was keeping our eyes fixed to the ad. I shifted my gaze, not to my
husband, but to Mark. His manhood was boldly visible in his shorts. I
noticed, for the first time really, how short the legs of his pants were.
His strong, hairy legs sat commandingly on the edge of the bed, a young
athletic king. His hands on my shoulders seemed to press into them,
almost painfully. I kept my mouth shut, though, didnÕt complain. He was
smitten by the ad, he did not mean to hurt me.
ÒDungeons to Let, HollandÕs Finest. Quiet, discreet neighborhood.
Pick your favorite. Hourly or Nightly rates. Couples Only.Ó My boyfriend
read out the address. We seemed to savor every word of the number, the
street, as if they were sweet candies.
ÒSilly, of course,Ó My boyfriend said, looking up.
ÒDo you think couples really do that?Ó Elizabeth asked. Her eyes
were wide. Unconsciously, I think, she was stroking the inside of my
husbandÕs thigh, her fingers rising ever closer toward his bulging crotch.
ÒI guess so, European couples, I imagine,Ó my husband replied. He
tried to say the words dismissively but the last of them caught in his
throat.
ÒI donÕt know about the rest of you, but I suddenly have a very strong
urge to fuck someoneÕs brains out,Ó Mark announced unabashedly. I could
see his words were true. Despite making love to Elizabeth last night, he
was already full and ready to go again. I glanced at Elizabeth, saw her
shocked look. Was she ready for more? Perhaps she was still sore from
last night. Or just embarrassed. Yes, that was it, for her fingers had
crept up to my boyfriendÕs crotch. Consciously or not she was stroking the
outside of his pants where they bound his testicles.
I allowed myself the same liberty. Deftly I squeezed MarkÕs balls,
through his pants. ÒYou sir, couldnÕt possibly be full again already, could
you?Ó
ÒAre you girls going to stroll around again without bras today?Ó
Mark asked. He glanced at my breasts. They were visibly excited.
ÒWell, my nipples werenÕt erect yesterday, when we were walking
around,Ó I answered sheepishly. I glanced at ElizabethÕs. They were as
stiff as mine, making little tents in her tight, bulging tee.
ÒWe got some looks yesterday, you know,Ó my boyfriend chimed in.
ÒSo what? So what if men look at us? You two have been turning
heads all across Europe,Ó Elizabeth replied.
ÒYes,Ó I said, firm in my words but not in my heart. ÒWe will go out
in whatever we wish, and you boys will just have to put up with it. I can
just see you two today, striding along with your dicks all hard like they
are, stuck inside your pants. Do you think women wonÕt notice that?Ó
ÒWell, its the fault of this damn ad,Ó Rob, my boyfriend, replied. He
stabbed the ad in the tourist brochure with his finger.
ÒI want to stop there,Ó Mark announced.
ÒOnly to look,Ó I told him.
ÒSure, only to look.Ó
ÒYou want to go there?Ó my Rob asked me.
ÒWell,Ó I turned my gaze to Elizabeth. Her palm had slipped up to the
actual protuberance of my boyfriendÕs cock in his pants. It was as if she
were modestly covering his manhood from my eyes.
ÒIÕll go, to look,Ó Elizabeth said. ÒWe can stand outside and take a
picture of it. That would be pretty cool, to show to our friends back
home.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Rob agreed. ÒI guess IÕd be labelled a chicken if I couldnÕt at
least go and stand outside the place. Something for the scrapbook, I
suppose, to entertain the guys back at work. A real dungeon, not just
something you read about in Penthouse.Ó
ÒYouÕve been reading Penthouse?Ó I asked him.
ÒWhen I was younger, you know,Ó he replied.
ÒAs in Ôyounger meaning today I am older than yesterday,ÕÓ Elizabeth
teased. She squeezed his cock, as if sharing with him some private
moment.
ÒOkay, well, yesterday, then,Ó Rob admitted.
ÒThe magazine had a very alluring older woman in dominatrix attire
on the cover,Ó Elizabeth smiled. My eyes on hers, I let my hand take hold
of her own boyfriendÕs cock. I would match her squeeze for squeeze,
whether she was doing it on purpose or not. Our nipples were quite
pointedly poking into our tees, trying to stab through them. WeÕd each
chosen shirts of light, thin cotton. In the right light you could see the
redness of our areoles within the close-fitting tees. They were tucked in
tightly to the waistbands of our skirts. Our full bosoms alone threatened
to rend them, our nipples only made matters worse.
ÒI wasnÕt interested in her, just in what she was wearing,Ó my
boyfriend tried to explain, but it was a lost cause. We were beyond caring
now. We had to see that woman, or the version of her that must come with
anyplace that advertised ÒDungeons to Let.Ó I stood. My skirt was short.
As I fluffed my hair Mark lifted my skirt in back, giving himself an
unrestricted view of my behind.
ÒKinda short for walking, donÕt you think?Ó he asked. It was true. I
wore a short denim skirt that promised to respond to the lightest gust of
wind, showing off my panties. It was considerably shorter than the one IÕd
worn yesterday. An antidote to tourist lassitude.
ÒLook at your own girlfriendÕs,Ó I said. He knew I meant the length
of her skirt, not her panties. I did not mind him looking at my panties, IÕd
suddenly decided, though heÕd not seen me this intimately before.
Somehow he knew, we all knew, that I meant the skirt not my panties.
ÒYours is too short also,Ó my Rob said to Elizabeth. She sat still
beside him, he lifted her dress in front. ÒNice panties, though.Ó They
were white, mine were black.
ÒThank you, sir, I thought you might like them,Ó Elizabeth teased.
They were transparent. You could see her auburn thatch within them.
ÒYour girlfriend has a nice muff,Ó Rob told Mark.
ÒYours has a nice ass,Ó Rob replied. He patted me, dropped my dress.
He stood up behind me and pressed himself into me. Rob tickled
ElizabethÕs cunny, she giggled. Her breasts wobbled within her shirt. They
were too light, they showed too much. We should change them, I knew, and
I knew we would not.
ÒDear, letÕs try it,Ó I said, walking across to my Rob. I embraced
him even as Elizabeth reclaimed Mark.
ÒAlright, but just a photo,Ó he said. Somewhere Elizabeth echoed
him.
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