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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LAS VEGAS LUST
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Chapter Five
Suddenly Melinda called a halt to the proceedings. That Steve obeyed
was surprising, but he did. No doubt the flagellum in Melinda's hand helped
persuade him.
"Your performance has been viewed with approval by the casino's
owner," Melinda said. My mind raced. What did she mean? Was I not the
only one viewing the plight of my bottom? Was I being transmitted over
closed circuit T.V. to another part of the hotel? I shuddered at the thought
of my bottom looming big on a wide screen T.V. hung up in the bar. I
prayed that my anus had entertained a more private audience. "Your
presence in the flesh is requested," Melinda said. "Total nudity will be
appreciated."
Steve cursed, but Monique's hands came to his dick and she tugged
him from the bed. She had to use both her hands, and would have lost in
her attempt to pull him by his pole, save for the fact that her fingers were
able to find purchase on the slippery skin by hooking round the flange.
Steve obviously wished he had not been circumcised.
Joe too found that his erect rod made a useful tool for ensuring his
compliance. Gina tugged upon him, also finding the flange at the base of
his crown made his slipping free less possible. Joe himself had not yet
been greased, but Gina picked up the open jar of KY jelly from the bed,
apparently intending to oil him up on the way to our new destination.
Melinda bent over me and gently drew my blouse over my shoulders.
It was not entirely without remorse that I clambered off the bed and stood
up then, looking back at my blouse, still with microphone attached, lying
upon a pillow. Melinda unzipped my dress and off it came, leaving my
bottom without even its symbolic protection. Steve and Joe were stripped
of their shirts and ties by Monique and Gina.
Once more we left the safety of our suite, but this time two female
guards stood in the hall, apparently to protect us from prying eyes. The
uniformed women were no mere shambling rent-a-cops, however. They
were stunningly beautiful and were outfitted in black leather weskits
accessorized by over the knee and over the elbow boots and gloves. I
wondered if they didn't need someone to guard them in turn. They
communicated by walkie-talkie to our unseen host.
We entered an elevator which contained a third female guard. She
pressed buttons on the console inside the elevator which I knew insured
our travelling without stopping. While I might blush at being seen by the
guards, I would not be subjected to the eyes of other guests.
The elevator lurched upward. I watched the lights above the door as
it rose. On either side of me stood my two steeds, their breath hot with
restrained passion. Their pricks stood out in all their naked glory, shiny
with the jelly. My anus felt wet and violated, despite its reprieve. I
shivered at the thought that the restraint straps which I still wore might
be put to use by someone I hadn't even met yet.
The elevator doors opened and the guard stepped out to escort us
down a hall. Melanie followed behind, her eyes on our bottoms (or so it
felt), her whip swishing as she walked.
A door opened before us and we stepped inside to find a private
gambling room. It was equipped with every gaming device found on the
main floor, but this one was obviously not meant to be frequented by the
guests...unless, of course, they were invited and came in the nude. We
were greeted by a big, burly man in a white suit who smoked a smelly
cigar. He gave all three of us, Steve, Joe, and me, an admiring look, as if
we were his children having just stepped from the bath. Gina slipped into
his arms and gave him a passionate kiss, calling him "Daddy," though I
knew he was not her father. Then Gina was shorn from him by Melanie and
she and the man exchanged warm greetings and a quick kiss.
The gaming tables were manned by beautiful young women in
decollete velour pullovers. Matching skirts skimmed the tops of their
thighs. Each was beautifully preened and manicured, making me feel
rather like a nude Red Sonja.
Steve, Joe, and I were ushered up to a blackjack table and the female
dealer regarded us with an air of warm, polite formality, addressing us as
"Sir" and "Ma'am" despite our lack of clothing. Just when Steve and Joe
seemed about to balk at the thought of playing cards instead of fucking
me, Melanie came up behind the hostess and pulled back the two halves of
her camisole. No hint of a bra had been visible between the inner curves
of the girl's breasts, and now I saw why, for when her camisole was pulled
back her melons spilled out in all their bare grandeur.
Perhaps forgetting the maxim that "a bird in the hand is worth two
in the bush," my two paramours seemed entranced by the idea of possibly
fucking not only me but every hostess in the room. As if to massage this
idea, Gina and Monique proceeded to bare the breasts of the remaining
girls. Soon Melanie, Gina, and Monique were the only females in the room
not displaying some aspect of their charms. Gina sat down in "Daddy's" lap
and I figured she would not long remain among the modest.
Soon Steve and Joe were in a raging battle at the blackjack table,
each spurred on to beat the other. Perhaps they were competing for my
affection, perhaps they were responding to the tantalizing jiggling of the
hostesses' breasts as she dealt them cards. In any event, I eventually left
them to pursue some gambling of my own.
We had each been handed a bucket of chips at our entry, with the
assurance that no matter how much we lost, more would be supplied. It
seemed a decent deal to me...I walk around naked and in turn, if I play
smartly, I have enough money to cruise through the rest of my first year
of college without working. I wondered if "Daddy" would require anything
more substantial of me before we were allowed to leave. I glanced over
my shoulder and noticed with satisfaction that that Gina was stripped
down to her bra and panties now and was squirming in the man's lap in a
way that ensured his prick would not be kept at bay much longer.
My breasts jiggled merrily as I took to pulling upon the lever of a
flashy slot machine. I put in chips and, when I won, silver dollars came
cascading out. There were two slots on the machine, one for chips and the
other for the flashy round dollars. Slowly I traded off all my chips for the
dollars, which I liked better. Soon I needed a second bucket to hold my
winnings, and when that had been provided I continued gambling away.
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