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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter Ten
Susie awoke later to find afternoon sunlight streaming through
parted curtains to anoint her nipples. She glanced to her side and there
was Melanie, still sleeping, curled up beside her. Susie put out her hand
and stroked Melanie's hair. Melanie stirred.
"What a time we've been through, huh?" Susie asked as Melanie
looked up at her sleepily. Melanie yawned.
"More than I've ever had," Melanie said. She shifted closer and
rested her head upon Susie's breast. She stuck her thumb into her
mouth like a little baby.
"Do you still suck your thumb?" Susie asked, laughing.
"Not too often," Melanie said over her thumb. Susie let her head
fall back upon her pillow and smiled up at the ceiling. Her hand traced
its way down Melanie's long locks to graze the curve of her back.
"Rub my bottom," Melanie said, scrunching upward.
"Huh?" Susie asked.
"My bottom's sore," Melanie said.
"Well, what do you think mine is?" Susie asked. Melanie took her
thumb from her mouth and pushed herself up, lifting her shoulders from
the bed.
"Rub my bottom for me, and then I'll rub yours," Melanie implored,
looking down at Susie.
"I think I can rub my own bottom," Susie said.
"Of course you can, but it's always better if another person does
it," Melanie said.
"Well, alright," Susie said, and sat up in the bed. Melanie tossed
off her covers and got out from under the sheets. She knelt on all
fours, presenting her bottom to Susie.
"Oooh," Susie said.
"How does it look?" Melanie asked Susie of her bottom.
"Still striped, but they're fading," Susie said. "Elaine must have
whacked you hard."
"She did," Melanie pouted. She put her head down, resting the
cheeks of her face in her hands.
"Do you want me to rub it?" Susie asked Melanie.
"Gently," Melanie cautioned.
"Well, alright," Susie said. "But then you have to do mine."
"Wait!" Melanie interrupted, just as Susie was about to touch her
fingers to her bottom. "We need cream." Melanie crawled across the
bed to the a night table which sat next to it. There a bottle of cream
stood waiting. Melanie picked up the bottle and crawled back to Susie.
She handed the bottle to Susie, then turned around and presented her
with her bottom once more.
Susie got out from under the sheets and sat cross legged upon the
coverlet. Its wooly fibers tickled her pussy. The bottle Melanie had
handed her was much like a modern household dispenser of liquid soap.
One depressed the top of the container whilst holding one's palm
beneath a tiny faucet. Soap, or in this case cream, squirted out of the
faucet.
Delicately Susie pressed down atop the bottle of cream. Its
contents squirted out into her palm. She raised her hand and smeared
the chilly cream upon a cheek of Melanie's bottom.
"Ohhh!" Melanie mewed as the cold cream touched her skin. Susie
worked in the salve with her fingers.
Susie was just finishing up with Melanie some minutes later
when the bedroom door opened and in walked Elaine. Both girls looked
up. Elaine carried a silver tray with twin glasses of champagne atop it.
"Good afternoon, girls," Elaine smiled. The girls knew not
whether to look angry or not. Strangely, Susie felt no rebelliousness.
She felt an odd sense of maturity welling up within her. Yet, if she was
to have a dildo up her butt, she wanted to be the one to engineer it. On
the other hand, Susie thought, would she have ever agreed to being
impaled on a dildo? Nonetheless, she had survived. No girl in Nebraska
could boast of having experienced what she had.
Elaine sat herself on the bed and handed each girl a glass. "Drink,
my little doves," Elaine said. Susie and Melanie, who now had dropped
her bottom to the coverlet, tentatively raised their glasses to their
lips.
"Is this drugged?" Susie asked suddenly of the glass' contents.
She had no desire for further sleep. Elaine laughed.
"No, girls, there is not even an additive to make you want to stay
at my estate. Which, in fact, I wouldn't want to be there, for I'm
thinking of driving down to my home on the beach. It has a marvelous
dungeon. Would you like to come?" Elaine asked. "You girls could go
swimming first, of course."
Susie and Melanie looked at each other. Could they possibly bear
any more of this woman's hospitality? They felt proud of themselves
for surviving her ordeals, but weary of her endless demands.
"Surely you will come, won't you?" Elaine asked of Melanie,
stroking the girl's long locks.
"No, ma'am, I've had all my bottom will ever take from you,"
Melanie suddenly blurted. There was fear in her eyes as she spoke.
"Well!" Elaine shouted, rising suddenly from the bed. She tore
Melanie's glass from her hand, then Susie's, and flung them to the
coverlet. The champagne splattered the expensive quilt. "Impudent
bitches!" Elaine cried, blaming both girls for Melanie's defiance. "I
have an answer for young ladies like you, and it grows in the
Philippines!" Elaine yanked her bamboo cane from her sash. Naked as
jaybirds, no longer even curious about the erotic possibilities of
punishment, Susie and Melanie scampered from the bed and ran for the
door.
A butler appeared and interposed himself between the girls and
the door. Without even thinking, Susie rammed her knee into the man's
crotch. He doubled over, groaning. Surprised, Susie put her hands to her
face in astonishment. The poor man! She hadn't meant to...he was
handsome...
Swish! Elaine's cane barely missed the girls' bottoms.
Remembering their plight, they dashed through the open doorway and
scrambled down the hall.
A maid looked up, startled, as Susie and Melanie came rushing
down the long spiral staircase that led to the mansion's lower floor.
Both girls, oblivious to their nudity, bolted for the front door.
"Stop them!" Elaine cried to her maid. The woman stood stock
still, not knowing what to make of the spectacle. "You cur! I'll have
your butt for this!" Elaine cried at the maid as she passed, swinging her
cane.
Susie and Melanie ran across the mansion's exquisitely manicured
front lawn with Elaine in hot pursuit. A limo stood in the driveway. Its
chauffeur was rubbing it down with a chamois. Susie ran up to the
chauffeur from behind. Melanie circled around and came at him from
the front. The man looked up in surprise. Before him stood a beautiful,
naked 16-year-old. It wasn't even legal for him to be looking at her.
"Hi!" Melanie said. The chauffeur gave a surprised grin, as if he
had just won the state lottery.
Whump! Melanie kneed the man in the groin. Susie fished the
limo's keys from his pocket as he doubled over.
Just as Elaine reached the groaning chauffeur both Susie and
Melanie hopped into the driver's side of the limo. Susie had had some
trouble getting the limo's door open, and Melanie had taken the car keys
from her. Consequently, it was Susie who wound up jumping in the limo
first, with Melanie following. Melanie found herself behind the wheel
of the limo.
"I-I don't have a license," Melanie said, realizing the foolishness
of her words even as she spoke them.
"That doesn't matter! Get going!" Susie cried, hands and hair
flailing to emphasize the urgency of their situation. Melanie put the
door key in the ignition, and it failed to fit. "The other one! The other
one!" Susie hollered as Elaine grasped the passenger door of the limo
and yanked on it. Fortunately the girls had run around the back of the
limo to enter from the side farthest from the mansion. While the
driver's side door was unlocked, the passenger side was still locked.
SCREECH! Melanie jammed the correct key in the ignition and
bolted the car backward before she even realized what she was doing.
The mansion's gate stood closed. Elaine, spun away from the side of the
limo by the force of its sudden departure, fell sprawling upon the
driveway.
"The gate! It's not open!" Susie cried.
"Where's the brake?" Melanie asked frantically, taking her eyes
off her driving completely as she looked down at the well in front of
her seat.
Rich people, of course, like to have more of everything. More
money, more cars, and more driveway. Elaine's driveway wound down
the front of her lawn a good 50 yards before it met the thoroughfare in
front of her house. It was a lucky break for the girls, as Melanie would
not locate the limo's brake for another 55 yards.
Susie's eyes darted from Melanie to the gate beyond. The limo
weaved as it backed down the driveway at high speed. Suddenly the
wrought iron gate began to open. It slid quickly, as rich folks hate to
be kept waiting, even for a gate. The limo sped through and screeched
upon the wide street. It curved away from the mansion's entrance,
finally coming to rest 15 yards beyond the end of the driveway, facing
straight on in the wrong lane. Down the road an ice cream truck came
lazily toward them.
"The gas! Hit the gas!" Susie yelled to Melanie as she sat in
wonderment at her newfound ability to locate the brake of a car. The
limo's engine purred as they sat idling in the wrong lane of the street.
"Now what pedal is that?" Melanie asked, gazing down into the
well where her feet rested.
"Just hit the other one!" Susie cried of the pedals. She stuck her
leg over into Melanie's well and stamped down. The limo lurched
forward.
"Steer! Steer!" Susie cried, the limo barely missing the ice cream
truck. "The steering wheel! The round thing!" Susie grabbed the wheel
of the car when Melanie proved too slow to respond.
Elaine, meanwhile, was just getting up from her driveway.
Angrily she brushed herself off as a rotund figure clad in black walked
purposefully up her driveway. In his pudgy hand he clutched a bible.
"Greetings! Greetings! I hope all finds you well?" the man said
when he got nearer. He wore little round spectacles and a big smile.
"I'm sure you didn't mind my entering your access code to open the
gate? I usually can figure those things out if I take a minute to think
about them...with, of course, the help of the Lord!" The man pointed
toward the sky. His flesh rolled beneath his black uniform as he
waddled up the drive.
"You people really should make up better codes," the man
continued, thinking nothing of launching into an admonitory lecture
with a total stranger. "Using your street address for a code is not a
particularly good way to keep out burglers."
"What do you want?" Elaine snarled. The man's smile faded and he
reached up and fidgeted with his clerical collar.
"Ma'am, are you saved?" the minister asked.
Elaine reached out and seized the reverend by his collar. The
man's eyes drifted down to the exposed curve of Elaine's upper breasts
even as he wondered at the woman's anger. "Come, Father! You're the
one who's saved...from a life of celibacy!" Elaine cried. She dragged the
man off, whipping out her bamboo cane as she led him up her driveway.
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